#it would be enough time for the asgardians to escape

[waywardcrow]

Dress.

Summary: After a mission where they crossed a line, Bucky decides to talk about what happened that night with you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader.

WC: Almost 1600.

TW: Avengers kind of things, talk about weapons, sad reader and sad Bucky, misunderstendings, agents talking shit because of jealousy, SMUT (do not interact if you're not +18) some kissing, dancing and boners lol, semi public make out, oral (f recieving) fingering, hint of other things but not so much because I'm so bad a t this, sorry, let me know if I missed something.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

You hated everything that night, the happy people who were eager to get drunk and forget about the ending year, the music too loud that didn’t let you think, the beautiful dress you bought for that very occasion specifically because you wanted to impress a certain super soldier in the New Year's Eve party but that was before last mission, before you messed it all up.

If you closed your eyes, you could see everything playing perfectly in your mind, how unprofessional you were, how much space Bucky put between you two in the quinjet, the tension that followed you the last days and the words of the agents who probably knew about what happen from him. It was a disaster and you wouldn’t escape from it, Tony would never let you go without an explanation if you requested a transfer to another area.

Distracted, drinking your problems you didn’t noticed Bucky’s gaze tearing apart the pretty gold dress you were wearing as if he could feel your skin against his like that night.

It was a simple mission, find the target, watch it until Valkyrie and Wanda could secured the evidence –an arsenal of Asgardian weapons- and then arrested everyone but your cover was necessary and thanks to your powers, the ability to manipulate brain’s perception to make your audience see what you want- make you perfect to blend with him in that shady club pretending to be just a couple looking for a good time.

Easier to say than done, Bucky fought his boner all night with you dancing too close to him, whispering things in his ear, sitting in his lap… sure you could feel how much he wanted to fuck you there in front of everybody, he indulged in his little fantasy when he feel your own arousal, he told himself it was for the mission when he took you to a semi empty corridor to kiss you dumb.

You tasted better than he imagined, like honey and salvation, Bucky was sure that if he kept kissing you he would find heaven.

“Are you ok, terminator? You look like you’re about to have an aneurysm” Sam pulled him out of his mind just in time before he got in trouble righ there in the middle of the party.

“I’m fine” he wasn’t and Sam let out a chuckle.

“Just go and talk to her, you can’t keep avoiding each other forever.”

You were avoiding him, Bucky just gave you space after you walked away from him when the mission was over, like he didn’t almost cum from having you exactly where he wanted you, with your perfect legs around him with just a thin layer of clothes between you.

“I said I’m fine” he said again, not looking at Sam when you made your way to the elevators, going after you.

It was better for you to leave early, too many drinks and you could end up crying or doing something you’ll regret, like talking to Bucky, who jumped in the elevator you called before the doors closed.

“Going to bed already?” he asked and you stared at him like an idiot, how could he look that good all the damn time? A black suit and white shirt shouldn’t make someone that hot, it was cheating “are you alright, honey?”

How have you missed his voice! A simple taste of him and you wanted more, you wanted him to touch you like that night, like he couldn’t get enough of you, like if time was against you both and every second he wasn’t making you feel all of him was a sacrilege.

“Why are you here, Bucky?”

Cornered, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, drawing his attention to your breasts, the memory of his lips pulling softly at your nipple made you want to close your legs to get some sort of friction, trying to calm the need for him.

Like he could read your mind, he licked his lips, wanting to pull your dress and bury himself in your chest but Bucky needed to have a conversation with you first.

“Are you going to avoid me forever, hon?” the super soldier lifted your chin to make you see him when you set your eyes in your heels “I can take a rejection, sweetheart but not you shutting me out completely.”

Bucky had made lots of friends with time but you were his first one, he didn’t want to lose you; you, in the other hand, were more confused than ever.

“What rejection? If anything, you’re the one who is not interested!” boldness coming from the alcohol made you talk before thinking about stopping “and don’t give me that look James Buchanan Barnes, you know perfectly what I’m talking about.”

The elevators door opened and you stormed out, going to you room, the audacity of that man!

“Can you explain to me what are you talking about?” Bucky took your hand and made you face him when you reached your door, all his cocky attitude was replaced by confusion.

“Please don’t pretend you didn’t tell Carla and Ashley what happen that night, I heard them talking the morning after in the gym” Above all the embarrassment there was hurt, you thought he could be trusted but Bucky proved you were an idiot “they were talking how you hated being assigned with me and to pretend to make out with me.”

Bucky’s heart hammered in his chest, what the hell were you talking about? He didn’t say anything, at all but you looked so sure he couldn’t speak.

“You made it very clear putting distance between us in the ride home but you didn’t have to tell them” your voice trembled, still you refused to cry, if that was the kind of man Bucky was, he didn’t deserve your tears.

“I swear I didn’t say anything, honey, I swear” he promised, making himself small to look at your eyes “I don’t know how they know, please believe me.”

You shake your head; you wanted to believe him but…

“I told no one, I really thought you were mad at me for taking advantage of the situation, that I misread it” he mumbled, desperate to prove you he was telling the truth, taking your face in his hands “I should have been more professional, more of a gentleman, ask you properly on a date, not acting like that, no matter how much I wanted it. That’s why I put space between us; Wanda and Val were looking at me like they would spray me with cold water if I breathed near you.”

Bucky wished you could read his mind to see he was honest but you still could, sensing his desperation matching yours.

“Do you really mean that?”

His heart broke at how unsure you sounded, he would spend every day of his life proving to you how much he meant it.

“I do, honey, you’re not only a friend to me, why do you think I requested to be with you in that mission?” with his arms around your waist, you put your hands in his chest to feel his heartbeat “I can’t be apart from you, I needed you close while I was gathering courage to confess my feelings but then I couldn’t hide it and…”

You interrupted him to kiss him, not giving a damn about anything but Bucky’s lips in yours. He opened the door and you took him with you to your room, tossing his jacket to the floor and taking your heels off.

“You should keep them on” he said between kisses, guiding you to your bed.

“Maybe next time” you promised, opening his dress shirt, he gave you a smirk while he took it off, like he couldn’t wait.

“This dress has to go, even if I love it.”

“I only bought it for you to take it off” you confessed, mesmerized by his hands undressing you before he placed you softly in your bed, earning a grin from him.

“Really? Well, you deserve a reward for thinking about me, honey”

Before you could ask, he was with his knees on the floor, ripping your panties to eat you out like he needed it to keep breathing.

It barely gave you time to let out a lewd moan that only encourage him more, putting your legs in his broad shoulders, nipping at your sensitive bud and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

It was real? It was the alcohol? You could think so if it wasn’t very improbable, your imagination couldn’t make this up, not something this good at least.

“Please” you begged and he shove one finger in you, then almost immediately another while licking you and going back to your clit, moaning at the taste of you, humping the mattress to get some relief, especially when you pulled at his short locks, making him groan.

“Bucky! Pleaseplease…” were the only words you could form but then he decided to replace his fingers with his tongue and you were gone, the orgasm hit you like a thousand waves and you could swear you fainted for a second, only coming back to yourself when you tasted your own arousal in his kiss.

Surprised to being this responsive with him, you kissed him back and he looked at you, fire blazing in his eyes.

“Come back to me, honey, we are just getting started” he promised against your lips and dear God, he was a man of his word. Hors later, the fireworks were loud enough outside but you both couldn’t care less, you finally have what you wanted: each other.

So this is my first time writing smut and I wanted to do it for New year's Eve, it was fun! Tell me what you think and happy new year!

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes angst

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onyx pt1

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Summary: You're stuck in the Avengers Compound because of an injury from your last mission, and you come across an adorable and affectionate little kitten.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language (no i'm not sorry, Rogers); talks of explosions and injuries sustained from explosion [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: one-sided crushing (but is it really…?)

An eerie silence served as your only company in the Avengers Compound the last few days, some of your teammates off to finish the HYDRA mission that left you injured while the others took time off to visit their families over the holidays. With the promise to keep their comms on in case they would be needed until the New Year.

Now all that remained in the Compound with you were a few junior agents that drew the ends of the short stick, Val, and Loki.

Sadly your teammate, friend, and occasional drinking buddy Val was out blissfully spreading holiday cheer throughout New York with her girlfriend.

And Loki? Well, the God of Mischief wasn't exactly on chummy terms with you. Didn't even so much as give you a passing glance when you were at mission briefings.

Which was a damn shame because what you would give just to get lost in those stormy ocean eyes.

You made your way to the pantry in the common room to replenish your stash of snacks, towing along a little wagon to help you on the way back. Every step had you feeling every square inch of bruising on the left side of your body that you got from being unlucky enough to be caught in the blast radius of an explosion at the HYDRA base you were trying to infiltrate with Shaun just a few days ago.

Your phone buzzed with a new message. "Speak of the devil," you muttered to yourself, seeing Xu's name on your screen as soon as you pulled up next to the elaborate barista setup, putting a few Lindor truffles in a small bag for your wagon. "Hey FRIDAY?"

"Yes, Agent Y/L/N?" the AI answered immediately.

"Could you make me a white chocolate mocha with peppermint while I raid the latest Costco delivery for uhh…supplies. Yeah, I'll go with that."

"Right away, Agent Y/L/N." The sound of the barista setup whirring to life filled the kitchen area as you checked on Shaun's message.

Thor just mentioned that he'll ask his brother to take a look at your injuries. Maybe get him to kiss it all better. He finished his text with a smirking emoji, along with some hand gestures that painted a less than family friendly picture, making you roll your eyes at the screen.

You recorded a voice memo for him. "You know that he'd need to actually be willing to look at me so that he could see the damage from the blast, right? And last I checked I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm Medusa reincarnated and I'll turn his Asgardian ass to stone."

You went on to the ridiculously stocked pantry to rummage the delivery that came just a few hours ago, trying to find a bag of Jalapeño Cheetos somewhere in the mix, when you heard a tiny meow from somewhere behind you. You looked to the ground to find a black and white munchkin cat looking up at you with wide blue eyes.

"Hi there, baby…" you cooed, surprised the adorable little creature hadn't hissed or scratched at you yet. Cats normally didn't take to you, which was a shame because you often found yourself fighting the urge to pick one up or stroke its head whenever you crossed paths with one during your errand runs. "How'd you get in here?"

The tiny kitten caught you by surprise with what it did next, walking up to your feet and proceeding to rub its cheek against your ankle, a little purr emanating from its small fluffy body. You decided to risk the hissing and scratching and bent down to pick it up, your heart melting once he placed his paws on your cheek and proceeded to nuzzle your face with his nose.

"Aren't you a complete darling." He settled into your arm as you carried him out of the pantry, a little whine escaping him when you placed him down on the counter. He stood on his hind legs and made grabby hands towards you, blue eyes wide and pleading for you to pick him back up. "Just a second, sweet baby, I'm just getting you something to drink."

You took out a tiny sauce dish and poured some cream into it, pushing it toward the kitten that responded with a slow blink and a meow before licking away at the rich liquid.

"I'm sure your owner's gonna crucify me for giving you that but I can't help spoiling little fur babies especially when they're as adorable as you are." You took a sip of the coffee FRIDAY had finished making before shouting out a question for her. "Hey FRIDAY, you have any clue who this little bub belongs to?"

It took a second for her to answer. "Negative, Agent Y/L/N. There is currently no other agent on the premises looking for their pet. I also see no collar on them and from a preliminary scan they do not seem to have a microchip on them."

Those words stopped the kitten from drinking to look up toward the ceiling and hiss at the source of the voice. He only relaxed once you started stroking his fur again, going back to drinking and letting out a few purrs along the way. "No owner, huh? Does that mean I can invoke Finders Keepers then?"

"It appears so, Agent Y/L/N. What would be your new companion's name?"

The kitten looked up at you, as if expecting your answer. You wondered briefly if he could actually understand what it was that you and FRIDAY were talking about. "How about Onyx? I know I know it's absolute garbage for originality to name a black cat after a black gemstone but--"

His eyes widened before he climbed up your arm, only stopping once he'd reached your shoulder to nuzzle at your neck again. "It seems he likes the name, Agent Y/L/N."

"Then it's settled." You placed a soft kiss on top of his head. "Hello there, Onyx."

You brought your new kitten back to your apartment, setting him down on your bed while you tried to take off your sweatshirt as gently as you could manage.

"Ah, fuck it," you hissed as you felt the bruising around your ribs, letting out a pained sound when you opted to whip the garment over your head as fast as you could instead. Your reflection revealed that the bruising on the left side of your torso was quickly becoming a frightening deep purple.

Onyx meowed from your bed, again standing on his back legs and making grabby hands at you, eyes wide with evident pain.

"What's wrong, little baby?" He placed his paws gently on your side when you made your way to him, pressing his nose to the skin near where your bruising began. "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head about those, sweetie. They'll heal…eventually."

He kept on pressing his face to the area, your heart melting for the tiny kitten even more realizing that he was pressing kisses to your wounds.

"You really are such a precious little bub, aren't you?" You picked your new kitten up, placing him on the armchair in your reading nook before setting an alarm for dinner in a few hours and settling into your bed. "Get some sleep, sweet baby Onyx. I'll see you in a few hours."

Your eyes had only closed for a few seconds before you heard another tiny meow followed by a soft thud, immediately making you sit up on the bed looking for the kitten. He'd already made his way to your bedside, standing on his back legs and reaching up trying to climb up the sheets.

"Alrighty then," you mumbled, picking him up and placing him on the pillow beside yours. You rolled over to lay on your right side to remove any pressure to your injuries the best you could, hovering your finger near Onyx's nose once you'd settled in. He leaned up and pressed his nose to your finger, paws kneading on his pillow. "Boop," you giggled. "Sweet dreams, baby."

Just as you'd closed your eyes to try catching an hour or two of rest before you had to eat again and take those pain meds that Banner prescribed you, your phone began to blare Immigrant Song way too loudly by your nightstand. There were only two contacts you gave that ringtone to and one of them was currently out with her girlfriend.

"Talk to me, Thunder," you muttered, groaning when your stretch to reach for your phone made your bruising smart a bit. "You all good over there?"

"Absolutely grand, Lady Y/N," the blond god's voice boomed from the other end. "I was just wondering if you could check on my brother, he refuses to answer his phone yet again."

"That's gonna be a hard pass from me, buddy. I've already been cut and bruised, I'm not too keen to add stabbed to that list. He's probably just practicing spells. Or out on a date." You winced at that last part, an irrational part of you flaring up with unwarranted jealousy at the thought of Loki out with just about anyone. "Just--I don't know, check up on him yourself when you get back. You can take a stab better than me anyways."

Thor sighed loudly, the low rumbling making Onyx step back from his pillow and start hissing at the phone. You stroked the top of his head to calm him down. "Very well then, Lady Y/N. Rest well. We're scheduled to return after nightfall."

"I'll have pizza here waiting for you guys. Bring your own mead." You clicked off and tried to get some sleep, having FRIDAY place an order for pizzas and wings for when the team gets back. Your new kitten padded his way over to you, resting his head on your outstretched arm and letting out a soft purr.

The sound of the Quinjet coming back roused you from your nap, along with the feel of little paws on your arm and Onyx nuzzling your cheek.

"Looks like everyone's home," you mumbled, pressing a few kisses to the kitten's head before making your way out of bed. "Come on, little baby. Time to meet the team."

With a whole lot of discomfort and groaning, you slipped your sweatshirt back on before presenting your hand to Onyx and patting your shoulder, prompting the kitten to climb up your arm and perch himself on the spot, nuzzling his face behind your ear.

The team had already arrived and filled the common area when you made your way there, some of them helping themselves to the pizza. Barnes and Wilson walked in with coolers, probably filled with chilled bottles of beer inside.

"Hey, there she is!" Shaun exclaimed, pulling out a bottle of Pepsi before making his way over to you and pulling you into an embrace. "How's the healing go--Whoa there." He took a step back as Onyx hissed in his direction. "Where'd you come from, little guy?"

You shh'd the kitten, pressing kisses to his little cheek to calm him down. "It's okay, baby, Shaun is a friend. One of the good guys." You turned back to your mission partner. "Shaun, this is Onyx."

"Always thought you were a dog person, Babes," Natasha spoke up before taking your arm and walking you to the food. "We leave for one day and you become a cat lady. Where'd you even find the time to go to a shelter and get baby blue eyes over here?"

"I didn't, actually," you answered the master assassin. "I just went to the pantry and poof there he was, meowing at my feet. Like the cat distribution system mailed him to me by magic or something." He nuzzled your cheek again before starting to knead at your face.

"And he doesn't belong to anyone? You're sure?" Shaun spoke up, backing up immediately when he tried to pet your new kitten and getting hissed at. "Easy, kitty. I'm a friend, I'm not gonna hurt you." The martial artist turned back to you. "He wasn't collared? Or chipped?"

"Nope. FRIDAY scanned him and everything."

"You wanna think about getting him chipped?"

Onyx hissed again at the question before swishing his tail around to curtain your hair around him, his little body shaking on your shoulder. As if he was silently pleading for you to not take him out to have him chipped.

"Don't you worry, baby. I won't get you chipped, I wouldn't hurt you like that," you cooed, letting out a little giggle as he placed his paws on your cheeks and nuzzled your nose, giving the tip tiny licks. You were so focused on your cat's affections that the bellowing of Thor looking for his brother was a distant muffled noise in the background.

Until he got to where you were standing and his booming voice was impossible to ignore. "What an adorable little beast you have, with you, Lady Y/N." Onyx buried himself in the crook of your neck, shaking at the sound of Thor's voice.

"It's alright, Onyx. It's just Thunder, he may be all big and menacing on the outside but he's just a fluff ball on the inside. Come on, go say hi."

The blond Asgardian approached you, examining your new pet carefully before a knowing grin graced his bearded face. "Hello, Brother."

A chill went down your spine at his words. "What the fuck d'you just say, Blondie?"

He motioned toward the kitten on your shoulder. "This is the explanation for his lack of replies on his phone. His absence from his quarters. Lady Y/N, the little beast hiding himself in your hair…is my brother. That is Loki."

In your stupor, the only words you could manage to say were, "Bitch what?!"

A/N: Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays to the members of SAS, beloved besties, and fellow whores! I've had this idea doing a slow lurky crawl in the microwave that is my writing noggin for the last few months, and I'm so excited that I finally get to share it with y'all! Part 2 is coming in a few days, and then it's a coin toss on whether I'll be trying to end the year with crossing off some things on my writing todo list, or crossing off some titles from my Tumblr TBR 😳👀

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Challenged Expectations

Pairing - Loki x Fem!Reader Summary - When Loki joins the Avengers team, he certainly isn't given a warm welcome. Until one night, he opens up to yourself. Warnings - Some violence? Words - 2.5K

Masterlist

It wasn't up to you whether it was a good idea or not. Frankly, if you were sat at the head of the Avengers table, you might have suggested against it. And Tony Stalk certainly had done, but he wasn't the one at the head of the table (despite what he wanted to think); Nicky Fury was. What he said went and you weren't stupid enough to pick a fight with Nick Fury.

Tony, however, Tony was that stupid.

"He's the bad guy Fury, we put him in that prison cell in the first place!"

"It's called rehabilitation."

You glanced at Nat: head in her hands. You weren't wasting your time sat in that seat any longer. Without a word, you took your papers which you attended the meeting for and headed for the door. Your attempt to escape didn't go unnoticed; you were stupid to think that it would.

Tony's glare swapped to you, his fingers snapping before your hand could even reach the glass door which separated the meeting room from the rest of the quarters. "Hey, hey, where do you think you're going? We're in the middle of something."

"No," You gestured between him and Fury, "You two are in the middle of something and I'm not in the mood to be listening to it anymore." Just before you slipped away, you made sure to add, "And just so you know, you're wasting your breath."

You wished Tony had believed you. But he was more naive than he cared to believe.

He made it quite known to you all when the papers had been signed, that he was pleased he wasn't living in the compound. Truth was, everyone was apprehensive. Even Fury's fingers itched as the move-in day crept closer and closer. His bedroom was being made. You watched as emerald bed sheets were covered across the once blank slate of the spare room, specs of golden decor and the thing which confused you most: a bookshelf. It was never your first assumption that ex-super-villains were bookworms.

When the day finally arrived, New York was quiet. The news had broke to the public and suddenly all eyes were on the team, watching as they welcomed someone who was once such a foe to them all.

You had been watching from the training room's floor-to-ceiling windows. A beam of light shot to the entrance and there he stood, amid Asgardian and Avenger security. His wrists were cuffed, stopping him from hugging his brother as Thor welcomed him. Though, you did wonder, even if the man wasn't cuffed, would they have even wanted to hug? Thor had always spoken fondly of his brother but accepted his faults and quite brutal mistakes. To him, however, rehabilitation was an excuse he could get behind. The rest of the team still weren't fully convinced.

You would remember the next moment for the rest of your life. Just as you were staring down from the window, fidgeting with the blade between your fingers you had been practising with, the man below turned his head. And his eyes met with yours. He didn't blink, nor did he make any expression. He just stared and you could never forget the feeling of shivers which crept up your back.

It was an hour later, after you had finished training and freshened up when you met the man for the first time. Well, when he re-introduced himself.

The two brothers sat at the breakfast bar, sharing some Asgardian liquor you were far too human to even. You were, however, on the hunt for dinner. The second you stepped foot into the kitchen, their casual conversation slowed and eyes flickered to you. Ones of which you attempted to ignore. But then he stood and you had almost forgotten how tall he was when he was standing over you like that.

Your eyes had widened, his sudden stance having taken you aback. He offered a hand, "Loki," He grinned as if you didn't already know.

You shook his hand. But it was light, quick and futile. "We have met before." You muttered, opening the fridge door and trying to spot what would be the quickest to make: noodles.

 "Under much different circumstances, of course." He went on.

You glanced to him. He was still standing; why was he still standing? "Which is why it's going to take much more of a handshake to just move on."

Loki accepted that, took one look at your turned back and moved to sit back with his brother.

To be fair to the man, he didn't create much fuss about his unwelcoming welcome. In fact, he seemed to have already accepted that to be the case before he ever even stepped foot in the compound. And the rest of the team were happy with that; letting him get on with things silently. Not that it had lasted for long.

A certain heist mission had made Loki tip. He, you, Natasha and Tony were to retrieve a piece of alien tech that had fallen into the wrong hands. Some warehouse off the Amalfi cost was looking to trade said piece of technology into even worse hands. Easy job. One of which at least three of you had done several times before. Now should have been no different. But now you had Loki. Even before you stepped onto the jet, things were tense.

It got even worse when the warehouse had a better defence than any of you had imagined. "Where the hell are you guys?" Stalk chimed into your earpiece.

You and Natasha were practically back to back, protecting the few citizens who populated the small island (living right next to criminals they didn't know existed). Your blade was swirling across a soldier's throat before you dared to answer Stalk, "Me and Romonoff have our hands tied right now."

"Doing what? Kissing each other's asses." He sneered.

Your elbow hit the gut of another soldier, "I wish." Natasha huffed.

"We're at the back of the warehouse." A punch to his chin. Another. He went down after the third. Though, you weren't certain he was dead. "There's citizens we didn't know about."

Tony paused and then you heard a sigh through your ear. "Well I've got the bloody hydro-whatever it's called and I've also got a huge group of soldiers 30 seconds away from man-handling me for it!" There was an anger laced in his tone.

You glanced to Natasha who had just pulled the trigger of her gun; another five soldiers awaited their turn to fight you both. "We're tied up Tony." You admitted as you readied yourself for the bruises to come. 

There was, of course, one other option. An option of which Tony refused to ask for. So, for what you thought must have been the first time, you heard Loki's voice come through. "I'm right around the corner from you."

You never saw it happen. You just heard their voices. In the midst of keeping the soldiers in front of you at bay, you heard their argument unfold.

"What are you doing?" Said Loki, a panic growing in his tone that made it hard to concentrate and instantly raised the question: what was Tony doing? "Stalk! I'm here." A moment passed. "Pass it me!"

It was quiet when it came but each of you heard it loud and clear: "Not happening."

The travel home was mockingly quiet. Tony navigated the jet back to the compound, you and Nat sat across from one another in silence and Loki scoured the corner of the ship, as far from Tony as he could get. For once, you didn't blame him. You had failed this mission because Tony refused to work as a team. And now God knows where that piece of Tech was heading.

But even that travel home could not compare to the wrath Fury had been waiting to give you all.

"The three of you," He glared between Tony, yourself and Natasha. You had all been seated on a sofa while Fury paced the room. "Are some of my top agents-"

Tony raised his hand, "I'm not one of your agents."

"I wouldn't even start, Stalk." Fury's tone cut through the atmosphere like a knife to butter. "You're the reason we got into this mess." He made clear. "Teamwork. That's what the Avengers are, it's what we strive to create. Which was why I was certain bringing in Loki would work, his skills are what we need right now and I had my confidence in all of you that you would accept that."

Discreetly, your head turned to the dark-haired man. He was sat at the edge of the sofa while the three of you seemed huddled together. He didn't seem smug, nor did he seem upset. If anything, he was just disappointed to be sat in front of Fury this way. "You," Fury was looking only at Tony now, "It's your responsibility to make this right now. Get that tech before it blows up a European country."

The failed mission had hit all of the team. The air was thick and any words spoken between the Avengers did little to clear that. You didn't dare address it. Rather, for most of that week, you secluded yourself in your room, or the training grounds, doing whatever you could to ignore the memory of what had happened.

One night, your mind simply wouldn't shut off. It was tossing and turning around the idea of where that tech was right now and what they were planning to do with it. And as much as you repeatedly told yourself it wasn't your fault and that Tony was tracking the tech, it didn't help much with your insomnia. So rather than wallow in your bed, you crawled from it and wandered into the kitchen. A drink might just help you.

You thought you were alone. It was dark and quiet. So why ever would you think that there was someone watching you from the sofa adjacent from the kitchen. "What are you doing?"

You had practically jumped from your skin, "Jesus!" You turned, mug gripped in your hands as you faced the black-haired God. "What the hell, Loki!"

He slid from the sofa, "I didn't mean to scare you."

Your head clocked to the side, unimpressed, "Really?"

"Really." For once, he seemed sincere. "I'll ask again, what are you doing?"

"Couldn't sleep." Your gaze followed him as he slowly gained closer to you. "Thought a drink might help."

He didn't say anything, only looked back at where he was sitting. There, by the sofa he had been lying on, was a half-empty glass and a bottle of wine. "Suppose I had a different sort of drink in mind."

You don't know what pulled you to your decision but suddenly, you were putting back the mug and instead, taking out another wine glass. The man across from you smirked before leading the way back over to the living area. "I'm only doing this because I think it will help me sleep." You made clear.

"I wouldn't expect anything else." His words had given a slight tinge in your chest. One of which you chose to ignore. Anything that resembled sympathy for Loki was something you were always going to ignore, but it was something which had become more common recently. "Is it the mission?" He questioned, seemingly without a beat. "Or failed mission as everyone makes sure to name it." 

You looked to the red obis that swirled in front of you. That was easier than staring into the curious eyes of Loki, "Ding, ding, ding." Your laugh was hoarse, "I just can't stop thinking about what else I could have done."

"Nothing." His words cut through you like a dagger. Your eyes shot up; his were already trailing across you. "You and Romanoff were miles away. This failed mission was one person's fault and everyone knows that." 

Suddenly, his eyes weren't so intimidating. Perpahs they were even inviting like a warm bath ready to engulf your skin. "Are you enjoying this? Proving Tony wrong, being praised due to his downfall."

His head shook lightly, "No, I haven't enjoyed causing others embarrassment for some time now." Certainly hadn't been the answer you expected. "But I can't say I'm not happy that people are finally waking up."

His words caused your brow to quirk, "Waking up to what?" 

He chuckled into his wine, "Oh, come on, I don't need to spell it out for you." The look that you shot back at the man suggested that he did in fact have to spell it out. "Ignoring me, pretending as if I'm not there, that's only going to cause problems. In this case, a big problem." With that, he took a long sip from his glass, not breaking eye contact with you.

For a moment, you were unsure what to say. Suppose that's what you get for agreeing to sit down with the ex-villain; things were bound to get awkward. "I'm sorry we-" You stopped yourself and your gaze dropped to the floor. "I made you feel that way." You made sure to correct yourself. 

"It was to be expected."

Your eyes gazed back at him; silence. But not so awkward any more. It seemed that barrier had been broken now. A huff fell from your lips as you threw yourself further into the sofa, shoulder to shoulder with the God himself. You needed only turn your head now, only slightly, and suddenly there were only inches between the two of you. "And you don't want to be king anymore?"

He laughed ever so softly it seemed to tug you closer, like you were a fish on a hook, ready to dangle from Loki's fingertips. "No, no, my royal days are over." He seemed sure of such.

A second or so passed until you became curious again, "Then what do you want?" Why else was he here?

You were staring up at him; them inches between you were slowly getting smaller. "I'm not sure." His voice only a breathless whisper hitting your skin, erupting goosebumps. "I think I'm-" He paused as you both became ever so aware of what was about to follow. "I'm figuring things out-"

His lips hit yours. All patience was lost, the need to finish his words left him and suddenly his mind was engulfed by the thought of your kiss. And when you pulled from it, your pupils lingering on his, you should have been regretful. You should have been thinking about what Stalk was going to say, or the consequences fury would make sure fell to you or even the teasing Natasha and Steve were sure to make. Instead, all you could think about was how at peace you felt and how you were already desperate for more. 

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader) (Series Masterlist)

Chapter 1

Summary : The year is 2012, Loki picks up the tesseract in an attempt to escape from the clutches of Avengers and his brother Thor only to end up in a tiny studio appartment in Minesotta, the occupant being none other than you. You reluctantly agree to hide and help the crazy god of mischief and terrorism wondering why you were even thinking about helping a fugitive?

Warning: 18+ This series will contain smut in the later chapters, Soft loki alert, y/n bein y/n, mention of ecstasy and being high.

His head was pounding as he came back to consciousness. His body was threatening to give out any moment, his vision seemed blurry when he opened his eyes, the last thing he remembered was picking up the tesseract because those Avengers were foolish enough to drop the case carrying the precious cube.

"Morons" he mumbled as he got up from the floor, he immediately took off the muzzle framed over his mouth and the handcuffs from the wrist, the tech was definitely destroyed now.

"Shoddy Stark technology" he mumbled before he noticed that the tesseract was a few feet away from him so he looked into his surroundings. Where in the name of hel was he? His eyes circled around, it seemed like a room or that's what he assumed, there was a kitchenette right behind him while he could clearly see the bed on the other end, there was a closet next to the bed and a dresser, a small ugly sofa was in the middle of the room. He tried to look around but all he found was two doors, one led to a small attached bathroom while the other one had a peephole which he assumed was the door to the outside world. 

He spotted a screen in front of the sofa, it was kept at the opposite end of the ugly sofa, few feet adjacent to the main door.

He was familiar with these screens, they had it all around the Stark tower. He stepped towards it and tried to turn it on but the buttons didn't work, he then noticed the loose wire that he probably needed to attach to the plug on the wall so that's what he did.

The loud voice of the newscaster made him jump in his spot, he looked like a squeaky mouse at the moment, thanking the norns nobody was there to witness his humiliation. 

And then he saw himself all over the screen. Apparently each and every person on midgard was witnessing his humiliation. Those Avengers had leaked every little footage they had of him, even the one where he was smashed by the Hulk repeatedly.

"The Asgardian terrorist Loki who was being taken back to Asgard has supposedly fled from the Starks tower, brother Thor claims he has no idea where Loki could be" Loki chuckled as he heard that 

"Of Course he doesn't, I myself have no clue where I am" he heard a knock on the door and felt frozen in his spot. He tried to turn the screen off but it only got louder and louder so he punched the screen with his fist and well, it was broken but at least it wasn't making that awful noise. He heard the knock again so he walked slowly towards the door, making sure his footsteps were as nimble as a feline.

"Y/n? Are you there?" He heard a feminine voice. Who was y/n? He peeped from the peephole and spotted a middle aged woman. She knocked again but he didn't respond ofcourse, he watched her peeping into the hole so he took a step back, he hoped it only worked one way.

There's no way he could have gotten out there without being caught, he figured he could morph his appearance but there was a risk involved especially if he was walking around with the immense source of power that was the tesseract. Besides, where would he even go? It's not as if he knew much about how midgard worked. Maybe he should just wait for this y/n person. For some reason that seemed reasonable to him, he was extremely exhausted and ravenous, he didn't even remember the last time he had a proper meal. 

Looking around the kitchen he found the refrigerator and raided it. He found a box that had chopped vegetables mixed with a type of meat so he munched on it as quickly as he could. He felt extremely warm too, the weather of midgard wasn't best suited for him, he wanted to check his appearance so he walked towards the mirror, looking at his disheveled state he wondered why he even entertained that idea.

"Hideous looking monster" 

He mumbled but then he heard the main door lock twisting and it made his heart leap in his chest. He circled around the spot in a futile attempt to hide but it was just one big room, where he was supposed to hide? The closet of course. 

"Mrs. Geller, how are you?" He heard a feminine voice again but he knew it didn't belong to the woman he had seen, it sounded sweeter in comparison.

"I'm good my dear, oh you know i heard your tv running in the afternoon so I was wondering if you returned early" He recognised that voice. Was that old woman spying on this particular apartment all the time? 

"Are you sure it came from my place? I mean I just got back" he heard the sweet voice again. This voice must belong to the y/n person he figured. He was oddly grateful to not end up in Mrs. Geller's apartment.

He heard those voices going back and forth and finally the main door unlocked. 

"I'll just accompany you in case there's a burglar here" Mrs. Geller said and you gave out a little laugh. The laugh sounded even sweeter to him.

"I'm so thankful for you, really..thank you for checking up on me but nobody is here..seeeee?" You told her and she looked around before she left.

"Have a good night Mrs Geller" you quickly shut the door behind her. Taking a deep breath you sighed but then your phone started to ring and it made you groan, you couldn't catch a break today.

"Hey mommm..just a sec" you greeted her in a sing-song manner as you made your way towards the closet. Loki's heartbeat sped as the footsteps approached so he immediately casted an invisibility spell, he wondered why did he even hide in the closet instead of just using the invisibility charm in the first place.

He closed his eyes as the closet door opened and something hit him right in the face. He wanted to squeal but decided against it, once the closet door closed again he inspected the garment that was thrown on his face. It was a brassiere, ladies on Asgard used to wear these too. Huh, why women must torment themselves everywhere he wondered.

Another boring day where nothing interesting happened to you or for you. You were going to turn thirty in a few days and you could feel your life slipping past your fingers. Every person you had ever known in your life were off doing their thing, being successful in their chosen careers, getting married, raising babies and what not while you were stuck in your personal as well as professional life. 

"Mom..you know the attack happened in New York right so quit worrying?" Loki heard you talking to someone and you mentioned the attack, the attack that he had caused under the influence of the mind stone. 

"Whattt?" You walked towards the refrigerator to take out the chicken salad that you had prepared last night. Your mom just told you that the terrorist had escaped from the Stark tower, it was all over the news "Okayy okay calm down it's not as if he would come here of all places and just attack me in my apartment you know?" You chuckled but your eyes widened in anger as you saw the empty box of Salad. Did you eat it last night? You were too high to remember it. "Look mom I'll call you later, gotta go..food emergency"  

As Loki stepped out of the closet he saw a woman in front of the refrigerator, well he saw your jeans cladded plumped arse, you had a white shirt on along with it. And then you turned around. All he heard in that moment was a loud scream that felt deafening to him.

"Stop screaminggg" 

There was a man in your apartment. A strange weird looking man, Mrs. Geller was right, oh you were going to die and your soul would haunt this apartment forever. Serves you right for wasting all this time you had to fulfill your dreams and goals in life.

Now you always thought of yourself as the person who'd choose to fight in such a situation but you were getting a reality check now. You had no fight in you, you were frozen in your spot waiting for your impending death by the hands of a burglar. You both kept staring at each other but you finally gasped when you heard the knock on the door. 

"Listen to me mortal ..uhhh lady. I do not want to cause any harm so I'd appreciate it if you're just willing to listen to me..just for a moment?" you looked at him dumbfounded, you wanted to run but he was standing near the door and you figured he'd grab you if you even tried that. You grabbed a knife from the knife stand and threw it right at him, which he caught with his mere fingers. Ofcourse. Who did you think you were? Hawkeye? 

"Brilliant of you to pass the weaponry into the hands of a supposed intruder" He inspected the knife and then you watched it disappear but for some reason you chose to ignore it, maybe he had a superpower, you were living in a world where anything could happen to anyone except you ofcourse. You were as basic as they come. 

"What do you want? I have nothing alright, no valuables, I'm almost broke, almost is the key word here, if you want money I can..just umm transfer it to you, do you have Venmo or any other apps? I also have weed if you want that" He looked at you confused before he attempted to walk closer but you grabbed another knife as quickly as you could and took a step back.

"Stay right there mister or..or–" 

"Or what? You'd gift me another weapon that I can add to my collection?" You glared at him. How dare he make fun of you? This was your house. Did he say he had a collection of weapons? You looked at him carefully as he stepped closer, your eyes widened in realization. He was no thief. No no, He was the war criminal. How come your mom was right this time?

"Oh my god you ..you are…you are… whattt..whhyyy?" Your voice came out all squeaky and it made him smile. 

"Good to know I am popular in midgard now. Would you say my popularity exceeds that of my dullard brother Thor?" 

Thor? He said Thor right? So he was the guy who attacked New York. A terrorist was galavanting in your humble abode, great, just amazing. 

"Are you going to kill me?" You asked him as you wiped the sweat beads off your forehead. Your breathing has gotten shallower and you were close to passing out.

"No. But I need you to cooperate with me here, I am just as baffled about the situation as you are lady" he answered immediately, you had seen the leaked videos of him in Stuttgart, he was a cruel man, he was definitely going to kill that old man but the Avengers intervened thankfully. You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that Loki from Asgard was standing in your studio apartment talking to you. Were you still high? You hoped so.

"What ummm how uhh i mean what are you doing here?" You asked him as you crossed your arms. Maybe you should call the Avengers.

"I do not know, the tesseract brought me here, it's eerie but I have a feeling that foolish Stark was up to something" he looked to the side as he thought about it.

"Hah" you gave him a fake laugh and he scrunched his brows. He was kind of attractive in the "I'm a sexy murderer" kind of way. 

"What is so amusing?" 

"No it's just..we just call him iron man you knowww" you mumbled under your breath. He could see your body trembling with fear so he approached you, probably wasn't the best idea but he really wanted to put you at ease.

"Look I know what you think of me and I do not blame you for your perceptions but I mean no harm here, I don't want to hurt you and I'm not going to, I am giving you my word" he seemed sincere but there's no way you were going to believe the words of an escaped terrorist.

"Aren't you Loki? The loki? God of lies and trickery and stuff? Why would I believe you?" You asked him so he smiled again. Cute smile. No you stop it. 

"You know what, I will just sit down here-" he conjured a chair out of thin air and your eyes widened "And you can tie me up if that would make you feel safer around me" 

"Huh wouldn't you want that?" You snickered and his face flushed in response.

He passed you a rope, by which you meant, he threw it right in your face but you caught it. Okay you were starting to think now, if he really wanted to hurt you he would have, he has magical powers plus the knife that you gave him like a moron, there's no way you could fight him if he really wanted to hurt you. Right? 

"Why did you attack us? What did we do to you?" 

"I did not attack you?" He looked at you confused. "Oh you meant the humankind, that's sweet of you to address yourself as one for all, very sentimental. Anyway it is a long long story, do you want me to narrate it all..from the beginning?" he chuckled nervously.

"It's just..you don't seem that evil..why did you hurt those people?" his eyes teared up as you said that. He knew why he hurt those people, he just wished he was able to stop himself before he did. 

"I didn't want to, I don't enjoy hurting innocent creatures" he said to you and the sad little voice affected you. So you were really going to ignore him using the words creatures for humans right? "Your name is y/n i assume?" 

He asked you so you nodded.

"What do you want, be honest" 

"Just let me stay here until I figure this out" 

"No no no no no no..Why would I allow a fugitive to stay with me? I'll be locked up too for I don't know.. abiding you and shit" you huffed

"Did you intend to use the word Abetting?" he looked at you all confused and the embarassment was enough to make you want to die.

"Look mister"

"Call me Loki"

"Mister Loki.. Prisoners under 30 isn't the magazine I have aspired to be featured in all my life.. so I need you to get out of here okay?"

"There is no way those incompetent men in costumes could find me here and-" 

"They are heroes, and there's a woman in the team, her name is black widow ..they saved lives today..they–" you interrupted him and he interrupted your interruption,

 "In case they do find me, just tell them that I was the one keeping you hostage over here, they'll believe you in a jiff i promise" he winked as he finished his sentence. You had to be crazy to allow this right? You had to be insane that you were already starting to believe his words.

"Tie..tie yourself up and let me think" 

You passed him the rope and he used the magic to tie himself up.

"That's great..you think I'm dumb..huhh? if you can use magic to tie yourself up then you can get yourself out too" he smiled as you said that. Why did he find this mortal.. adorable in an endearing sort of way? 

"Well why don't you do it then? I can't use magic if I don't see the knots myself" he told you so you thought about it. You walked towards him and he conjured another rope for you, as you reached closer you noticed the cuts and bruises on his face, he seemed hurt. He looked up at you and you tried to avoid his hypnotic gaze, why did he have to look so good? He was the sexiest man you had ever laid your eyes upon. Why did he have to be a criminal though?

After you tied him up you walked towards the tv, and that's when you noticed the broken screen so you turned around and glared at him. You watched him waving his fingers and the tv was fixed magically, ofcourse.

"Huhhh you will come in handy..if you know what I mean" you laughed as you turned the tv on.

"I actually do not know what you mean" 

You saw the news of him escaping and his brother Thor has appealed to everyone that Loki was dangerously manipulative and thirsty for blood so if anyone was to spot him anywhere, there was a helpline number they could call. 

"Oh my god there's a number." you jumped up and down in excitement and relief, what if Thor was right and he was manipulating you? Ofcourse Thor was right, he was his brother. You had made up your mind to call but when you looked at him, there was the saddest, mopiest, cutest look you had ever seen on a man's face. 

"I can not win" he mumbled under his breath so you walked towards him.

"What did you say?" You asked him and when he looked at you, his eyes were welled up. 

"Very well then, you can call them if you want" he told you so you walked towards the kitchen and picked up your phone. The look on his face was still bothering you though. What if there was a story behind what he did? No no.. people got hurt, he was evil, call the bloody Avengers and get yourself out of this problematic situation. But what if he was not evil? Iron man harmed so many lives before he became a hero. You felt crazy playing this mental circus with yourself.

"I must be losing my mind" you mumbled as you put the phone down on the kitchen counter "Okay fine..but if you're even thinking about hurting innocent people again let me tell you mister I'll keep that number on my speed dial and I will call it asap" you crossed your arms as you walked towards him and yelled at him so he nodded like a child

"Okay good..ummm are you like hungry or something..oh wait you must not be hungry since you ate my salad" you glared at him and it made him smile again. You'd rather see that then the glum look on his face.

"I do apologize for my ill-mannered conduct, should have asked for permission before I fed on that well seasoned grass you had prepared for yourself " you rolled your eyes at the comment

"No need to judge..I'm trying to lose fat here" 

"You don't have to" 

"Really? Because lyla keeps telling me that I'm getting chubbier everyday" 

"Well this Lyla needs to shut her muzzle then" your face flushed as he looked at you intently, was he checking you out? Maybe In your dreams.

"I'll untie you, you can go shower.. you smell like blood and burned leather..the bathroom is there" he chuckled as you said that. You weren't wrong about that. 

"No need to untie me and I truly appreciate the offer" he flexed his arms and you gasped as the rope was shredded in pieces. He could have gotten out anytime he wanted. 

"May i?" He raised his hand forward so you placed your fingers on his large ass hands that seemed to be the size of minnesota. He brought your hand up to his lips and gave it a chaste kiss. 

"You're very kind my lady, thank you, I won't disappoint you i promise" he mumbled as he turned around and stepped inside the bathroom. You kept staring at the pieces of ropes all over. He could have gotten out and stop you from calling the Avengers but he didn't. He could have hurt you but he didn't. Huh 

"Wash your hair ..you look like a pine tree" You yelled and you heard him laughing at the comment. That was beautiful. How dare he?

What were you getting yourself into here?

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How Like A Winter Your Absence Has Been, What Freezings Have I Felt | Loki x Asgardian!Reader

Learning that Asgard has been destroyed you follow the Asgardians to Midgard, crash landing in a Norweigian forest. When Loki is sent to collect you old hurts are raised, new hurts are healed and an understanding is found.

Warnings: soppy snow based shinanigans, sort of friends to lovers with an enemies to lovers vibe, hurt/comfort, reader is hurt and needs stitches. Kissinngggg.

Loki calls reader 'Vennen' which is a term of endearment, between friends and lovers, but can be seen as patronising in the wrong tone or context.

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The sullen silence filling the cabin of the car weighed heavy on Loki’s shoulders. It’d been years since you’d seen each other, before Ragnarok, before Odin had left Asgard. Years. And yet the familiar awkwardness of your presence still ate at him. 

In the passenger seat you fidgeted. Frustrated that your return had ended like this, helpless in a Norwegian forest you’d never visited, returning to a home you’d never seen. News had travelled slowly across the galaxies, but as soon as you’d heard that Asgard had fallen you’d been trying to return. Your ship had fought you all the way, trying to set a course to a world that existed only as errant space dust and you’d floated there, fighting off the creatures that crawled among its ruins, until you’d received word of a new settlement, here on Midgard. 

It hadn’t surprised you, both brothers had always been obsessed with the place and, driving through the night, flashes of snow carved out of the darkness by the moon, you could understand why. Norway was a beautiful land. 

“So, you still can’t pilot your ship.” Loki’s voice cut through the silence and you huffed in response. 

“I’m not the one who blew up a planet. It’s not built for landing in Midgard’s atmosphere, how was I to know it’d start burning up.” You looked out of the window, how dare he make jokes about Ragnarok, how dare he. 

“I doubt the builders will be able to salvage it.” 

“I don’t care, leave me alone.” 

It was Loki’s turn to huff out a laugh, “you intend to walk back to New Asgard, vennen? Be our guest, I care not.” 

He slowed down as the endless skies opened and a new flurry of snow swirled around the car. 

If he could’ve chosen a way to spend a cold, snowy night before Solstice Loki would’ve chosen reading by the fire or drinking with Val and Thor. Maybe even an evening’s walk on the cliffs. He certainly would not have taken Thor’s Avenger’s issue Land Rover to trawl through miles of empty forest, but looking for you, that was a task that he had felt was his and his alone. So why was spending this much time alone together, in a confined space, when you hadn’t seen each other for eons, making his skin feel tight. 

“Then why did you come?” 

“Because despite Thor’s abdication I still owe a duty to my people, I would never leave an Asgardian stranded.” He kept his eyes on the road ahead, he knew if he turned you’d be looking at him with those beautiful eyes, studying him in that way that always made him nervous, and his eyes twinkled at the thought of you rattled. “Besides, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease you mercilessly while you have no escape.” He chuckled, but stopped abruptly when you made a noncommittal noise in return and turned back to your window, sliding a hand into your jacket. . 

The car jostled again, wheels catching in the patchy road. You’d been able to land your ship well enough outside of New Asgard to not hurt anyone, somewhere in the vastness of the forest, but it had been a bumpy landing after a harrowing few weeks free falling through the devastation of your home. You were in no mood for teasing, even if you had missed that glint in Loki’s eye, the way his smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. It had been too long to dwell on that now, you were here to settle with the rest of your people and that was the extent of it. It was nothing to do with Loki at all. 

Another noise escaped your lips as the road took a sharp turn and this time Loki noticed, turning his head slightly, you refused to think about the way the upturned collar of his coat emphasised the sharpness of his cheekbones. Why would you care about such a thing anyway?

“Are you injured, vennen?” 

“No.” 

“Are you certain, you made a noise?” 

“Do you not think me capable of assessing my own bodily needs?” You snapped, digging your fingernails into your palms in an effort to stave off the groaning pain in your side. 

“As you wish.” He sighed, holding a hand up as if in surrender and turning his eyes back to the road, now turning this way and that as it made its way back down the mountainside. At each turn the wheels of the car span in the mud and snow caked along the side of the road, and each time you stifled your pain. 

The road evened out again and Loki put his foot down, slush and snow spraying up the sides of the 4 x 4 as he sped through the night. 

“Careful, Loki, we’ll -” your warning was cut short, the back two wheels fishtailed, dragging the car across the road in a wide circle before coming to a stop. Loki hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. 

“By the norns, this infernal fucking machine!” He griped.  

“I told you to - “

“Yes, yes.” He lowered his forehead to the wheel and took a deep breath. “Let me inspect it.” 

He opened the door, bracing against the gust of wind whipping up the open path the road made through the otherwise dense forest. The door closed with such finality that for a moment you were alone again, suspended in the debris of a former life and wishing for home. You couldn’t take the silence and, though your skin stretched painfully around your injuries, you opened your door too. 

Loki ran his fingers through his hair, leaving the long dark waves spiked and tangled to be played with by the wind. There was a huge patch of ice in the middle of the road leading back up the mountain. He placed one hand on the back window to steady himself, his mind reeling, he could’ve hurt you. In his haste to get back to the village he could’ve hurt you. 

The slamming of the door echoed through the trees and he looked up to see you shivering in the snow. You were dressed for space, not for Norway, fitted leather leggings and tunic hugging every familiar curve of your body, he only had to glance at you to remember the feel of you when you’d last sparred in Asgard, your waist corseted beneath his palms, the beat of your heart so close to his, your breath, ghosting over his lips before you’d pulled away abruptly and left him lying there in the dirt. 

Your only sensible clothes were your boots, heavy and solid, and your jacket, padded and warm against the cold of your spaceship, but not the biting ice of a Norwegian winter. 

Loki looked away, the car wasn’t buried in the snow or stuck in the mud, it would be fine with a shove. But when he looked up you had gone, your footprints leading to the edge of the forest. 

He followed, concerned, despite your warrior training. Loki breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you brushing snow from the needles of a fir tree, pressing the flakes into a small ball. His mouth lifted at the corner, so it was going to be snowballs, he could play that game. Loki’s magic shimmered as he gathered snow into a perfectly formed sedir built snowball, but paused. Instead of turning and throwing it, as he expected, you lifted the ice to your face, wincing. His hand opened and the snowball fell to the permafrost with a dull thud. 

“Loki,” you looked surprised, dropping your ice as well and wiping your face with the sleeve of your jacket. 

“What happened to your face? Why are you icing it?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Can we leave? Is this thing broken? The carar?” You eyed it warily and it occurred to Loki that despite all your time travelling in space, you’d never actually been to Midgard. “It doesn’t appear to be very sturdy considering the conditions.”

“The car,” he smiled, “is fine. Your chariot awaits, my lady.” He opened the door and you allowed him to help you back into the passenger seat, if only to hide your other injuries. 

Loki kicked the snow from the tires and used a gust of magic to blow the snow from the solid mud beneath before returning to the car. 

“I have become accustomed to the ways of this planet over many years and I forget that for you, this is your first visit.” he said, quietly, as soon as the road evened out again,

Loki never took his eyes from the road, but you saw the subtle twitch in his jaw, knew the movement all too well, he couldn’t say sorry, but he would admit his faults in his own way and hope that you forgave him. 

“Everything is new here.” You answered, quietly, an acceptance of his statement, no acknowledgement of his apology. 

The next bend was more gentle and Loki took the angle slowly, but you still hissed, biting your lip to hide the pain. 

“You have hurt yourself.”

“It’s nothing.” 

“If it were nothing, you would be silent.” Loki raised an eyebrow, peering ahead into the dark night and spotting a gravelled area away from the road with a picnic bench, bin and parking space.

 He’d spotted it on the way out too, there’d been a few cars parked there with their headlights on, a group of friends in huge coats and hats sharing a flask of something steaming hot and toasting each other. Now, in the darkness, there was none of the warmth of their gathering left, but at least there was a quiet. 

Loki put his arm over the back of your seat, his palm flat on the wheel as he reversed the Land Rover into the middle space, and you pressed your knees together at the memory of his hands on the tiller of the flying faerings as you raced them between the pillars of the bridges on Asgard. He had the same easy grace, his fingers dancing on the metal as they did over the leather of the wheel. You squeezed harder, ignoring that same building of fire and need you’d experience then as well. This was nothing, there was nothing, between the two of you. He had been sent as a courtesy, you had arrived because you had nowhere else to go. 

“Let me look.” He ordered, removing his seat belt and pushing his seat back so he could turn to face you properly. 

“No, it’s under my shirt.” You protested, pressing your hand harder into your rib. “Besides, it’s probably just broken. I’ll bandage it when you take me to my lodgings.” 

“Move your hand.” His voice had dropped slightly, more akin to the Princely demands you were used to him making, his eyes were dark, the sharp angle of his cheekbones picked out by the harsh interior light. 

“You can’t order me about, Loki, you’re not in charge here.” 

“I am still concerned, please, let me see.” Those dark eyes softened, and he reached his hand out to pull your jacket away from your body. Between your fingers the soft brown and bronze of your tunic had turned maroon, the bloom of blood soaking through like watercolour. “You’re bleeding.” His eyes roved from the poppy shaped stain emerging from beneath your fingers to your face. “You’re bleeding and you kept this from me.” 

“It’s nothing, I’ll fix it later.” 

“It’s not nothing, please let me help you.” He tugged on your sticky fingers, the residue of your blood staining his own long digits and for a moment you allowed his hand to hold your own and then - 

“I don’t need your help,” you snatched it back. 

“Please, let me -” 

“No.” 

“I can fix it for you, I can help.” 

“I don’t need your help, Loki. I don’t - I don’t need it, I learned to live without you.” You stormed, tugging your coat back around you to hide the evidence of your injury. Even facing the window you could see his stunned face behind you, reflected in the darkness beyond. 

“You learned to live without me?” Loki sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of your words. “Vennen -” 

“Don’t call me that, don’t call me that when you know we are not friends, I am nothing to you and -” 

Loki reached across the centre console of the car to touch your shoulder but you flinched, eyes staring out at the road again, unable to look at Loki or his reflection. 

“How can you say that?” Loki withdrew again, brows furrowed, “how could you think you are nothing to me?” 

“Where were you?” You rounded on him, “where were you that was so much more amusing than being with us, I thought you dead and gone, I thought you buried on some fearful planet far from Valhalla for all eternity, I thought I would never see you again in this life or the next and - and - and you have the audacity to collect me like some lost thing on this planet and expect me to fall in step beside you as always, well. No more. No more, Loki. I don’t need you. Take me to see the King and leave me there as you always do.” Tears spilled over your cheeks, dropping in heavy splashes on your hands as you bent to hide your angry sobbing. But the movement only caused further pain, blood spilling from under your tunic onto your lap.

In a moment Loki was by your side, the car door open and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to the back of the vehicle. He set you down gently, opening the door at the back and sitting you on the open ledge. 

“I must tend to this wound now, before it gets worse. They don’t have the same technology here yet, our doctors -” he paused, swallowing down the guilt that he couldn’t have saved more of his people during Ragnarok and quashed the feeling for another day, “we are short on doctors, should something happen to the wound -” he trailed off, opening a small green box that had been hooked onto the door. 

He warred with himself, fighting down the urge to defend all that he’d done, the pain it had caused him to leave his friends and family for so long. 

“Fine.” You conceded and pulled your tunic up as high as you could, revealing the large gash in your side. Norns, it was worse than you’d thought, curving around your side, over a rib or two and down towards the top of your trousers. 

Loki’s touch was gentle as he mopped up the blood, wringing the cloth clean with his magic until he could see each side of the cut clearly. Every touch made goosebumps erupt on your skin, the tingle of his magic mixing with the softness of his touch, the warmth of his fingers.

 “What happened to you?” 

“I told you, my ship is supposed to stay in space, it’s not supposed to enter the atmosphere.” 

It had begun burning up on entry, flames licking up the sides of the small craft and you’d squeezed your eyes shut, bracing against the inevitable fall. You didn’t remember the landing, only waking up with your own blood on your hands, shards of metal surrounding you and feeling colder than you ever had before. 

“We should have sent someone to meet you,  I - I apologise.” Loki kept his eyes cast down, long fingers fiddling with a needle and thread. 

“Yes, you should have.” You looked down at him, crouched by your legs in the snow, the ice no doubt biting through his leathers already and he looked up, eyes wide and wet with unhushed tears. 

“I am, truly, sorry, for what I made you go through. Please, will you forgive me?” He set the now threaded needle down on its sterile tray and placed his hands on your thighs instead, his hands were cold now, but a wave of warm sedir washed over you, brushing away the shivers wracking your body. 

“Maybe, Loki -” 

“I know, I have a lot of apologising to do, I don’t deserve your forgiveness-” 

But he was considering it, it was the first time you’d ever heard the words uttered from him, and it made your heart yearn for the safe harbour of his friendship again, even if you knew better than to believe the storms were over. 

“It’s not that, it just, it still hurts, I want to forgive you, but it still hurts.” 

A frozen tear held steady in the corner of his eye, but he nodded in understanding. 

“Can you at least forgive me the pain this will cause,” he tipped his head towards the needle, “I can numb you as much as possible, but I have no doubt it will sting.” With a flourish he produced a cut glass with a healthy measure of whisky inside, “drink this first.” 

You downed the burning amber in one gulp, allowing it to warm you deeply and nodded. Loki stood, that familiar glimmer of gold and green drying his wet legs and knees, removing the snow that clung to his coat. 

“Lay back,” he removed his coat and folded it, placing it under your head as he helped you lean into the boot of the car. Prone and cold with your tunic shucked up to your armpits you felt ridiculous and exposed, but there was no teasing when Loki asked if you were happy for him to start. 

The first stitch was the most painful, but his cold fingers made your skin numb as he worked quickly and steadily until the aching pain was at least unaccompanied by the hot seeping of your blood through your fingers. 

Loki stood back, surveying his work in the cold white light from the tiny bulb in the car’s interior, and brushed his damp hair back from his face. “Does that feel better?” 

“Yes, thank you.” Swiftly you pulled your tunic down, and shuffled to sit on the ledge of the boot again, feet hanging off the edge. 

Loki left you like that, pacing away from the car and surveying the road ahead. The snowfall had increased since you stopped and the drifts were now encroaching further into the already narrow track. It would be a treacherous trip back down the rest of the mountain. 

“I think we should camp here tonight.” He said, steadily, though his heart beat wildly beneath his sweater. 

“Loki, it’s freezing cold, below freezing.”

“It’s one of my brother’s friends’ cars.” Loki said, flippantly, as if that explained anything at all instead of raising a hundred new questions. 

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to elaborate. 

“It has - things - inside. He spent some time with the Avengers? You must have heard of them, terribly annoying, but I must say their accessories are very helpful.” He stared at you waiting for you to understand. 

“You and Thor and your little Midgardians,” you laughed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but let's see these accessories that will keep us warm in a car in the snow.” 

Loki stretched out his hand, helping you get your feet back on the ground. You felt dizzy after your stitches and the no doubt centuries old whisky Loki had conjured for you, but he held your arm politely while he walked you over to a picnic bench. 

“Settle here and all will be revealed.” 

He allowed himself a smile and, unbidden, you smiled too. It was hard to remain angry when this was all you’d wanted for so long, this adventure into the unknown was exactly what you’d been missing. 

Loki ruffled his hair again in thought before pushing the long, icy strands away from his face. He examined the car, then pushed the rear seats down flat. With a hum they fell forwards, creating a wide flat platform. He pulled at another lever and the carpeted floor flipped over, revealing a padded mattress beneath. 

You laughed in shock, what funny contraptions these Midgardians had. Loki allowed his smile to linger, listening to the tinkle of your laugh in the quiet woodland, it echoed and returned to you both ten fold until you were both laughing. He pulled again and a second mattress appeared so that the entire back of the car was now a bed. 

He shut the door to conserve the heat inside and used the step at the side of the car to reach into the roof box, pulling out a metal box. 

“That’s quite the trick, Loki.” You conceded, still smiling at the simple joy of it. To hide a bed inside a vehicle, you couldn’t help another giggle. 

“Well, it comes in very handy when I find myself stranded in the wilderness,” he winked, opening the tin box and extracting an odd metal item, cups, a small pan and what looked like powdered food. 

“What’s that?” You wrinkled your nose as he flicked something on the side, pumping a few times and then allowing a spark of magic to dance across the circular top. Fire erupted from between the spokes of the circle and you jumped backwards in shock before bursting out into another uncontrollable laugh. “Loki! What is that?!” 

“It’s a camping stove, I thought we could make hot chocolates.” He looked over shyly now, a peace offering. 

“That doesn’t look like chocolate,” you picked up one of the brown packets, on the front was a picture of a steaming mug, but inside was definitely powder and not solid chocolate. 

“It’s a sort of powdered drink, I need to get some water.” 

“Not cream?” 

“That would spoil the fun, would it not?” He grinned, pouring water into the pan from his canteen. 

As he worked you wound your jacket tighter around yourself, wondering if your nose was frozen or if it was normal to not be able to feel it. After a few minutes he lifted the pan from the odd round fire and poured the contents into the enamel mugs, handing one to you. 

Warily you sniffed it and then took a tentative sip, it was fine, you supposed, “it tastes nicer with cream.” 

Loki’s smile turned indulgent and, in a swirl of green, a silver bowl appeared settled in the snow atop the picnic bench, laden with heavy, whipped cream. Delighted you spooned out a generous helping and stirred it into your drink. Sipping it slowly before turning your eyes back to Loki. 

He looked resplendent in the moonlight, snow glittering over his night black clothes, the sweater only accentuating his broad shoulders and lean waist. You longed to wrap your arms around him and press yourself into his embrace, to feel as close as you once had. Everything felt different now, you had spent so much time apart that the idle games of your shared youth were just a distant memory. 

“We should get back in the car.” He announced. Now that he’d accomplished all the practical tasks that he could think of to help you, he found himself lost for words. Your admission that he had left you, failed you, somehow was a deep and painful wound. He hadn’t intended to leave and never return, he had always meant to stay and yet some force always dragged him away. It had even dragged him here. Loki had been distraught when he realised you were not on the transport out of Asgard, only reassured by Valkyrie’s insistence that you were safe, travelling. 

“I’m going to put my boots by the seats, so we don’t get snow in the beds.” 

Loki didn’t look around as you made your way slowly back to the car, politely angling his head away so that he didn’t see you slide out of your wet clothes either.

“You can enter.” You called, now wrapped in the thick sleeping bag that lined the mattresses. 

Loki opted for magic to create his own privacy, his black sweater and jeans vanishing in favour of black sweat pants and a long green t-shirt. You smiled again, so Midgardian, he looked nothing  like the swaggering prince you knew, always bedecked in silk and sumptuous fabrics. He looked, normal. 

“Do I have chocolate on my face?” He asked, climbing into his own sleeping bag.

“No, it’s nothing.” You sighed and, with a flicker, the cabin light went out plunging you into darkness. 

In the vastness of the night, cold fingers sought your own, the fingertips pressing into your palm. 

“I truly did not mean to leave Asgard for so long.” Loki whispered, “it was a fate not of my own making.” 

You sighed, rolling onto your back and away from his hand. “I believe you.” Focussing on your tired limbs you attempted to sleep, closing your eyes and exchanging one darkness for another. But sleep refused to take you, dangling you on the precipice of unconsciousness, only to remind you of all that you had lost, before you could plunge into oblivion. You woke again, your heart in your throat, your stomach in knots, and Loki lay beside you. 

His features were relaxed, his breathing even, the lines of his cheekbones looked softer, somehow, now that his lips were partially open. The temperature must have cooled, for each breath was like a will-o-the-wisp, dancing from between his plush lips and fogging the windows. How you wished you could join him in sleep again, you couldn’t remember when your dreams had taken you, but the moon had moved around the car so sleep must have found you somehow. 

Betrayed by your own hands you reached out for him, touching his arm with a single finger, just to make sure he was still there. 

“If you are cold, vennen, you have only to say.” His voice startled you, your hand jumping back as if burnt. 

“I - I didn't mean to.”

Eyes still closed, lashes brushing his cheeks, he held his hand out and you took it. Snow had covered the little glass window in the roof of the car, so you could no longer see the stars. All was gone, yet Loki lay here with you, his fingers laced with your own. 

“I did not wish to cause you pain, truly, it was not your doing nor did you deserve to suffer because of it.” 

“I know, Loki.” 

“Will you let me make it better for you?” 

You turned to meet his ice blue eyes, still sparkling, filmed with tears he was too scared to shed. 

“There is nothing to be done to bring Asgard back.” 

“I am aware,” he smiled, “but I wish to heal you nevertheless.” 

“You have stitched me, that is all that can be done.” 

“Vennen,” you looked at him again, his face serious, “let me heal this between us.” 

You stared back, confused, and then his free hand reached out and cupped your bruised cheek and that was all you saw before his lips were on yours. 

Loki tasted like expensive whisky and dark chocolate, his lips like velvet, warm and soft as they brushed against your own. You fit together so perfectly that you couldn't help but roll closer, pressing a hand to his chest and feeling the warmth of his heart beat beneath. 

But then the stitches over your ribs pulled, your hiss of pain swallowed by Loki's protective kiss. With gentle hands he rolled your back, hovering over you and blotting out the darkness with his smile. 

“If you hurt yourself more, I shall have to continue to heal you.” His lips skated over yours, so tantalisingly close. 

“Then I suppose I’ll need to crash my ship again,” you smiled up at him, your Loki, and for the first time since you’d landed you didn’t feel the pain or the cold or the fear of a new place. Only Loki’s lips on yours and the knowledge that he would never leave you again. 

The title is from Shakespeare's Sonnet 97:

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December’s bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer’s time, The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease: Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute; Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

For Kinktober: Pegging with a side of Loki and a dash of 🍭. <3

It's time for emotions.

Let Me See You

Warnings: Pegging, established relationship, sub!Loki, praise and reassurance, anal penetration (fingers and strap), when the Dom sweet talks and cooes the brat out of their sub until they are soft blue mess, emotions, mentions of past trauma, Jotun!Loki (not the massive one)

Relationship: Loki Laufeyson x AFAB!Reader

He grunts, deep in his chest with an annoyed tone. His muscles clench around your slick fingers and a swirl of green magic flashes in his eyes. His cheeks are flush and his cock twitches against his stomach.

"Fuck, fuck me already." Loki's fingers digger hard into his spread thighs. "If you think-"

"Don't be naughty, sweetling," you purr, running your free hand up his stomach to brush against one of his nipples. His eyes flutter shut for a moment. "Or I'll have to punish you. And you've been so good for me this week. I know you're feeling wound tight, needy for me. Let me take it all away."

Another grunt escaped his pursed lips when you curled your finger upwards to stroke his prostate. The god's chest heaves when you add a third finger, stretching the ring of muscles. His ass clenches, fighting the intrusion and yet he demands more from you.

His cock leaks precum across his pale, almost blue skin. The illusion of his Asgardian visage seeping away the more he let go of his control. Loki isn't one to let himself be seen, even by you, but you craved these moments. When the facade would drop, when Loki was finally free to you and to himself.

"So beautiful, my love." Your hand stretched up to his heated cheek, thumb stroking the fine contour of his features. "Let me have control. Let me pleasure you and be gentle with my love. Let me see you."

You rise up higher on your knees and look down at your lover. His eyes shine, the defence mechanism developed from centuries of neglect shift and his lips tremble. You kiss him softly. Loki wants to let go, but he can't. He doesn't need to say the words, you won't make him. That isn't what this is about.

"I know, sweetling, I know. You've done nothing but fight for everything you've ever wanted. You don't need to fight me. Let me give you everything."

The slip of your fingers from his body makes him shudder and a whimper slips past his lips. You kiss once again, gripping his jaw firmly so you can plunder and steal the sound from him, to swallow its desperation. You pull back only when his body melts beneath yours. His breath shudders again and you can't help but smile.

You reach across the bed and grab the toy. You're aroused enough that the bulbous end slips inside you with ease. The weight of it inside you and between your legs lifts those last little bits of stress from your body. You pour lube onto the thick silicone and look up at your lover. His eyes are fixed on the heavy blue cock.

"Keep your eyes on me, sweetling, and just let me love you."

Your hands replace the ones on his thighs as you move closer, pressing the tip of your cock against his hole. Loki nods, hands moving to rest on your waist. The slip is easy after the flared head sinks past his tight ring of muscles. You watch his features for any sign of discomfort, his eyes flutter closed and his moans when your hips meet his ass. He clenches and pulls on the strap, pressing your end into deliciously inside you.

"Glorious, my love," you whisper, petting his thighs until your fingers just reach his cock. "Tell me when you want more and I will give it to you."

Loki breathes deeply, adjusts to the weight of being stuffed full so beautifully, like he was made for taking cock. He holds your stare, the marks of his birth rising to the surface as the illusion fades. His eyes shift to red and his pale skin turns the most beautiful shade of blue you've ever seen. He shines.

Your fingers trace the patterns of his skin as you kiss his calf and thighs. Every part of you wants to move, wants to show the god how powerful you are, how you will keep him safe and protected while he receives nothing blissful pleasure. This body wasn't meant for war or harshness, but for worship and soft love.

"Please," he begs.

#sloth asks #slenbee #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x fem!reader #loki laufeyson x fem!reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki smut #sub!loki x reader #sub!loki #jotun!loki

[runawrites-blog]

Lies (Loki x Reader)

(Gif Not Mine)

Summary: You are a clairvoyant and have a horrible dream of Loki’s death at the hands of Thanos. Loki is there to calm you down when you wake up, but you fear that it might have been a vision of the future. (Gender Neutral Reader) Word Count: 1,107 Warnings: Nightmares, Implied Character Death/ Character Death in a Dream, Mild Violence, Thanos, No Use of Y/N, Petnames (Little Dove) Crossposted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19781032

--- “You will never be a god.“

Those were the last words you would ever hear of Loki speak, the man you loved more than anything and who had promised you to always be by your side.

The horrific crack that could be heard as his neck snapped in two in Thanos' unforgiving grip made you fall to your knees. You tried your hardest not to break down. Tears ran down your face as you saw your lover’s dead body fall limp onto the floor.

“No resurrections this time.”

You crawled over to Loki, not even caring whether Thanos was already gone or he'd kill you, too. The only thing you had left was Loki. Thanos had destroyed your home, murdered everyone you'd held dear, and now he had taken the only person who you had left. Crying your heart out seemed like the reasonable thing to do and you let yourself fall halfway onto Loki’s chest.

Your body was wracked with sobs as you felt for a heartbeat at his wrist, his chest, or anywhere that you hadn’t checked before. Yet, you did detect no heartbeat. Loki was dead and you would never see him again.

Never again would you hear his voice. Never again would he tease you, trick you or prank you. Never again would you feel his warmth or see his smile. Never again would he hold you. And funny enough the first thought that popped in your head was to talk to Loki about this and find comfort in him, but that could never happen again.

Another sob wracked your body as you came to terms with the fact that he was in fact dead. You didn’t know what to do or how to move on from this. In the background, you could hear Thor calling out to you but you didn’t listen.

When you didn’t listen, Thor tried to drag you away, his own eyes filled with tears. You didn’t listen; you just clung to Loki’s body harder. Thor eventually sat down next to you, apparently giving up on trying to move you, tears now running down his face.

You didn’t look at him, didn’t talk to him. All you did was cling to Loki and cry as you felt the warmth leaving his body.

Nothing mattered anymore. Loki was dead.

—

You awoke with a strangled scream, bolting upright in bed. A quick look around confirmed to you that you were in your room on the Asgardian escape ship. Quickly, you put a hand to your mouth, trying to stop yourself from sobbing too loudly. As the contents of your dreams came back to you, a fresh wave of tears assaulted your eyes, and only then did you notice that you were crying.

A voice from next to you called out your name.

Turning your head, you saw Loki, breathing and looking at you. Without a second thought, you flung yourself at him, clinging to his frame and breaking down in earnest. The god didn’t know what was wrong but wrapped his arms around you nonetheless.

“What happened?”

“Night-- nightmare.” You managed to choke out. “Or a vision of the future. Oh, I hope it’s not the latter one.”

“A vision?” Loki asked softly. You were a clairvoyant but your visions only ever came randomly, sometimes in dreams even. “What happened in your vision to make you weep like this, my little dove?”

The thought of recounting this nightmare to Loki made you cry even harder, your breathing now coming out in short gasps.

“You can tell me later but for now I need you to breathe, little dove.” He whispered, hoping the pet name would calm you down a little. He then slowly began to trace shapes into your back. “Focus on my touch and voice, could you do that for me?”

You nodded and sobbed again, trying to focus solely on the shapes he traced onto your back and his soft voice.

“I am sure it was not a vision. Perhaps it was simply a nightmare and you are so insistent on it being a vision that you frightened yourself like this.” He whispered, slowly beginning to trace a star onto your back.

“Is that a star you're tracing?"

“It is indeed. Well done, my little dove.” He whispered and began to trace a heart onto your bare skin. “Can you find this one out, as well?”

“A heart.”

“Another job well done. You are breathing more evenly now. You did well.”

Slowly, you leaned back into him. “You died.”

“I died?” He asked softly. “I am right here.”

“In my dream, I mean.” You clarified. “Thanos, he wanted the Tesseract from us and he snapped your neck. You lay there, cold and unmoving. It was horrifying.”

“And why did he murder me in your dream?”

“You had the Tesseract with you, instead of it being destroyed on Asgard. I've been afraid that you had taken it for the duration of this journey.” You whispered.

You felt Loki swallowed and looked up at him. “Don’t fret, my dove. It was destroyed with Asgard.”

“Are you lying to me?” You whispered.

“Would you be able to go back to sleep?”

“I suppose, I would be able to.” You mumbled. “Loki, could I lay my head on your chest? I would like to hear your heartbeat.”

“Of course.” He gently maneuvered the two of you back onto the bed, your head on his chest. “Like so?”

You wrapped an arm around him and listened to his heartbeat, nodding slowly. It was a steady rhythm against your ear and you were calm within seconds. Loki put a hand onto your head to hold it on his chest and you began to trace little shapes onto his chest, closing your eyes.

“Loki?”

“Yes?”

“Can you promise me that whatever happens, you will try to survive?”

“I cannot.” He said quietly.

“Why?” Your voice was shaking again.

“Should it be your life or mine, I would always choose your life.” He explained in a calm, yet sad voice.

“I don’t want you to sacrifice your life for mine!” You protested.

A small chuckle vibrated in his chest “Have I ever done as you told me to?”

“Could you at least promise me that you will fight to survive as much as possible? That you will not let him kill you easily?” You whispered into the darkness.

“That I can promise you.” Loki whispered. “Now sleep, my dove.”

“Sleep well, love.” You whispered, holding onto him. “And promise me to stay by my side should Thanos find us.”

“I will always stay by your side.”

Lies.

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[ladylovesloki]

Something Real

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: None yet

Summary: Reader is raising her twins in New Asgard, the sons of Loki. One night reader and her boys are having a fun Friday night when they get an unexpected guest.

I don’t know where this is going yet…we’ll find out together…🤷🏻‍♀️

“Vali! Momma said we need to finish our homework before we can play!”

Vali rolls his eyes at his twin brother, “relax Narfi, I’m just taking a little break.”

Narfi exhales and continues doing his work.

“Narfi! Vali! Are you guys done with your homework?” You yell from the kitchen where you are preparing dinner.

“Almost!” Vali responds back quickly getting back to doing his work. Narfi grinned at his brother and finished the remaining problems in his math homework.

“Done!” Narfi announces proudly, he packs up his books into his backpack and runs to the kitchen to claim his plate of food.

Vali once again rolls his eyes at his brother, over the little goody two shoes attitude. Vali was more prone towards mischief and having fun! Narfi was definitely a momma’s boy.

Vali finishes his work, puts away his things and heads towards the kitchen to wait for dinner.

Narfi was filling his plate and Vali apparently didn’t feel like waiting so he used his developing magical ability to get his serving so he didn’t have to wait.

“Hey!” Narfi yelps.

“Vali, how many times do I have to tell you? No magic in the house. You remember what happened last week don’t you?” You ask exasperated.

“I’m sorry mom, I’m starving! You know how much I love your lasagna..” boy gets his flattery from his father.

“Mmhhm..come on boys sit down and eat.”

The three of them sit down at the dinner table and have idle talk about their day. The boys talked about how school was and what they were learning, any assignments they have due. Narfi was excelling in his studies of course, the boy loved to read and he absorbed all of it like a sponge. Vali was doing well enough in school, he loved his physical activities and magic school. Thank goodness for New Asgard, if not for the remaining Asgardians she would have no idea how to raise such magical children. 

Also the idea of them being alone terrified you, they had such a long lifespan and with Loki gone..you were the only parent they had left and you had maybe 60 more years left if you’re lucky. Thor usually came around to help with the twins, they were the only family he had left and you knew he would always be there for them.

You loved those boys. They were a piece of Loki. The only piece of Loki left.

You met when he tried taking over Earth, he was enamored by you and when he was posing as Odin he brought you to Asgard to be with him there. You knew it was wrong but you fell in love with him and Odin was an asshole. The last time you saw him he was shoving you onto the escape pod with his people when you were all escaping Ragnarok. He tricked you into believing he was going to escape with you but in the last moment he shoved you forward and closed the door behind you. 

You screamed for them to open the doors and slammed your hands against them. The people inside the pod grabbed you so they can strap you in and all you could do is stare at Loki while he looked sadly at you through the window. Tears were falling down his face and once he saw that you were safely strapped in your seat with the rest of the people he pressed the release so the pod can fly off the doomed vessel.

To this day you hear yourself screaming for him in your dreams.

You found out you were pregnant shortly after you arrived on Earth.

At first you were devastated, you wanted Loki to be here with you. You weren’t supposed to do this alone. But then you saw it as a blessing, a part of him will live on. And then you found out you were having twins, Thor was so happy he burst into tears. 

The birth was tough, they had never seen a jotun/human hybrid before so the healers didn’t know what to expect. Luckily Thor asked for the assistance of Pepper Potts and she was able to get the best doctors that were still there after the snap. They worked alongside Asgards remaining healers and delivered your twins successfully.

Years went on and then after the Avengers defeated Thanos, Thor took some time to travel around the universe. The boys were older and they were starting to go to school, you made sure to teach them your Earth customs while they were also living in New Asgard surrounded by Asgardians learning their culture as well.

The boys are now going on 8 years old and are currently in the 3rd grade. They have their math, science, social studies and language arts classes but they also have seidr lessons. Another trait that they inherited from their father and they almost destroyed your house on multiple occasions. Never on purpose of course, most of the time it would be completely random. You didn’t know anything about magic so you asked one of the Asgardian healers at work and she recommended one of the old seidr teachers that survived Ragnarok. 

So now twice a week after their other classes, they have their seidr lessons.

They know who their dad is. You explained to them about what happened in New York, how he was controlled by Thanos, you didn’t tell them how he died..maybe when they were older. You did make sure that they knew he would’ve loved them desperately. And you know he would have, you just hope you are raising them the way he would’ve wanted.

You all finish your meals, “alright guys, you wanna watch a movie or have a game night?” It was Friday night so no need to be up early the next day for school and being Prince Loki’s baby momma has its perks, like not working on the weekends…

Narfi looks at you, “can we go outside and make s’mores?”

You nod, “sure baby we can do that..Vali? You ok with that or did you want to do something else?”

He shakes his head and leans back in his chair, his eyes trained on the ceiling, “no, s’mores sounds good. Just gimmie a minute, I’m stuffed..”

You giggle at his silliness, “alright boys, help me clean up here and we can go outside and get the s’mores started.”

They help you clean up after dinner and collect all of the items for their s’mores, you get outside with some blankets just in case you get cold. The boys of course never get cold..

You start the fire in the small pit you have in your backyard and hand the boys their tools for s’mores. 

You are about to get started roasting and then you see an orange door pop up out of nowhere on the other side of the backyard.

You stand up and make sure the boys are behind you, you get your phone ready to call Val just in case.

You wait a moment and then out steps Loki.

He’s wearing a dirty button up, a tie and slacks. His short hair a mess and he’s covered in bruises and cuts.

He looks at you for a moment, “y/n?”

“What the hell is this?” You ask breathlessly.

“Mom?” You hear Narfi behind you sounding so small and afraid.

You turn and look at the twins, “go inside and lock the door, do not come out until you hear my or Aunt Val’s voice. Understand?”

Vali stands tall, “no mom, we’re not leaving. Is that….?…”

“I don’t know who that is baby, but it is not your father.” You try to calm him.

“I beg your pardon? Did you just say father?” You hear Loki ask behind you.

You turn around, “You..You don’t talk!”…you say sharply to him.

He holds his hands up in surrender, his eyebrows raised at the tone of your voice.

“Mom…that’s dad..”

“No baby, it’s not. Your dad died, I wouldn’t lie to you about that.”

“How can you say that?! He’s standing right there!”

“Vali, let me talk to him alone and see what this is about.”

“No, we talk to him together.” He insists.

“No Vali, he could be dangerous..”

He ignores you and looks to Loki.

“Are you my dad?”

Loki looks uncomfortable, “I…It’s hard to explain.”

“We have time it’s not a school night.”

“Vali! Go inside with your brother.”

“No! You lied to us. You just wanted to keep us from him!”

“No baby, I promise you. Let me talk to him, when I know it’s safe you and your brother can ask all of the questions you want.”

Vali looks at you and then looks at Loki.

“Don’t hurt my mom.”

“Loki holds up his hands again, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Vali takes Narfi by the shoulders and leads him inside, no doubt to sit by the window and keep a close eye on the two adults outside.

You watch them close the door and you turn your gaze to Loki.

“Who are you?”

“I am Loki, though not the Loki you knew. I am from a different timeline.”

“Ok..and what are you doing here?”

“As I said..it’s hard to explain.”

“Well like my son said, it’s not a school night…I have the time.”

“Are they truly my…your Loki’s children?”

You take a moment to think about how you should answer him, he could still be an imposter just wanting to hurt you and take your powerful children. You can imagine the children of Loki would sell for a high price.

“Yes.”

“And he died?”

“Yes, Thanos…” you clear the lump in your throat and try to hold back your tears, “Thanos killed him on his way to Earth. What are you doing here?”

“I am looking for a new timeline to call home, you see my timeline no longer exists. I have no home, I have been traveling to different timelines to find one where I can assimilate myself into. So far this is the only one that seems like it would fit my needs.”

“Your needs? And what would your needs be?”

“Peace. I just want peace.”

“So you choose a timeline where you have kids? You sure you don’t want to search some more?”

“No, please..they seem…wonderful. What family do I have left in this timeline?”

“Umm..your brother is still alive..that’s it.”

“Ah..I was hoping I found one where mother might’ve survived..”

“This is crazy, why should I believe any of this?”

He takes a few steps towards you closing the distance, “I remember you from New York, you tried desperately to save me, to reach to my humanity. To be honest with you whenever you were around the Other’s influence was less effective. The last I remember of you, I had left you at your home far away from the city to keep you safe. I promised you I would come for you after my victory.”

“Yea well you lost and went to Asgard and then you came and got me like 2 years later. We lived on Asgard together for a while and then when Ragnarok happened we all came here..well you died on the way..”

“Yes. Thanos..he..he his dead on this timeline now yes?” He asks nervously.

“Yea he’s dead, thanks to the Avengers and then some.”

He breathes in relief, “good…good.”

You take a good look at him and he looks disheveled, “did you want to come inside and get some water?”

“Yes, water would be lovely, thank you.”

You make your way to the house and you hear the sound of the boys running from the window, probably getting into a position to make it look like they weren’t watching them from the window.

“Boys? You can come out..”

You see them walk out of Vali’s room hand in hand.

“Ok guys..this is a lot to take in..I’m not even sure if I understand it to be honest..come sit and I’ll explain.”

The twins sit down and you tell them what Loki told you, “so you see guys, your father, from our timeline did die. This Loki is from a different one where you guys don’t exist yet.”

Narfi finally finds his voice, “so this daddy doesn’t love you?”

You look over at Loki and he again had a very uncomfortable look on his face, “no baby, this Loki doesn’t love me.”

He looks down sadly, “oh..”

You lift up Narfi’s face with your finger, “what’s wrong baby?”

His blue eyes fill with tears and he sniffles, “I was hoping that this daddy would stay with us and we can be a family…but if he doesn’t love you then he won’t want to stay..”

Loki kneels in front of Narfi, “oh my boy, I have to learn my place here in this time, I wish to spend as much time with you two as I can..if that’s alright?”

Loki looks over to you, silently asking permission. You look over at the twins and they have the same look on their little faces. Spitting images of their father.

“It’s getting late, we’ll talk more about all of this in the morning.”

“But mooommm!” Vali let’s out a wine, “but mom nothing, you guys are up way later than usual. Come on go brush your teeth and get in bed.”

“Fiiinnee..” they both walk over to you and give you a hug and a kiss.

Narfi walks over to Loki and puts out his hand, Loki looks down at it and then takes Narfi’s little hand in his giving it a little shake.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Narfi.” Loki looks over to Vali, “and you as well Vali, I am glad to see your mother has a strong protector in her home.”

Vali doesn’t say anything, just looks at Loki suspiciously and reaches for Narfi’s hand. “Come on Narfi, let’s get ready for bed.”

The twins leave you and Loki in the living room and you look over at Loki, “hungry?”

He thinks a moment, “actually yes..”

“Ok, I’ll fix you a plate.” You get up and go to the kitchen, you grab some of the left over lasagna and warm it up. As you’re getting his meal ready, Loki walked into the kitchen and watched you work.

You place his plate on the table and pull out the chair, “your meal your highness.”

He laughs and you are hit was a pang of sadness, you missed Loki so much, but this isn’t your Loki.

He sits down and starts to eat, “this is delicious!”

You giggle, “thank you. You can sleep in the guest room, it used to be Thor’s old room so you might find some of his things in there still.”

He all of a sudden looks upset.

“Ah, so even the woman that bore my children was enamored by my brother. Tell me. Did you immediately jump into my brothers bed after my death or did you wait until my body was cold at least?”

“You don’t get to do that. You have no idea what it has been like. Your brother was all we had after you died. I have never, will never sleep with Thor. I haven’t been able to sleep with anyone since you died. I can’t stop seeing your eyes when I close mine, your laugh, your smile..your death broke me Loki, if I wasn’t pregnant with the boys….”

You dry your eyes and stand up from the dinner table, “the bathroom is down the hall, last door on the right. The guest room is next door to it, you can use that for now while we try to get ahold of your brother to figure out what we’re going to do from here.”

You don’t say anything else and you don’t give him the opportunity to say anything, you just turn around and leave towards your room.

You get to your room and close the door, you rest your back against it and slide down, tears streaming down your face. This was too much. How were you going to do this?

Knock Knock Knock

“Y/n” you hear Loki’s voice on the other side.

“What?”

“Can we speak? Please?”

You dry your face once again, stand up and open the door.

You see Loki, looking down in shame.

“I’m sorry y/n. I had no right. You are absolutely correct, I have no idea what it was like for you after my…his death. I am thankful my brother stayed and helped you with the twins, it’s what I would expect of my family.”

You look up at him and finally meet his gaze, “thank you for your apology Loki, I forgive you. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, we’ll talk more ok?”

“Yes. Until then.”

He turns and walks down the hall, you close the door again and get ready for bed. Anxious for what tomorrow is going to bring.

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[abellalu]

Adventures on a Foreign | Chapter 3

Summary: After narrowly escaping Thanos, Loki is given a chance for a new life. The Avengers allow Loki to live in New Asgard with his brother, Thor. However, The Avengers are not quick to put their trust into Loki. SHIELD Director Nick Fury recruits an Agent who was once said to be one of the most promising SHIELD Agents, to follow Loki and ensure that he has no plans to harm Earth. Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader Word Count: 2k A/N: Welcome back everyone. Hope you all had a happy holiday(s). Lots of interesting conversations in this chapter and setting up a (hopefully) interesting journey for these characters. [ Previous Part | Masterlist | AO3 ]

The sun had only started to emerge when Loki decided to visit the downtown of New Asgard. He knew someone was watching him as he walked down the cobblestone path covered by overgrown grass. There was no point in glancing back and he knew it was you following him.

It had only been a few days since the two of you arrived in New Asgard. For most of that time, he stayed in Thor's house only adventuring as far as the garden. Today, Loki decided it was time to see more of what was supposed to be his new home. He knew there were whispers among the city about his arrival. 

Loki had assumed that his visit was early enough that most of the city would still be asleep and the streets would all be empty, giving him the chance to explore without the staring gazes of others. What he didn’t account for was you knowing that he would be up so early. 

Did this woman sneak a tracker on me in the middle of the night? He wasn’t sure he could ever get used to your ever-existing presence, but for now he continued on,

As Loki continued to walk through the town, he heard footsteps approaching him. At first he assumed it was you, but as he turned around he was greeted by a different presence, “Valkyrie, I'm surprised to see you wake this early,” Loki said quietly.

“I could say the same to you Prince Loki. I haven't seen you explore at all since you and your Agent arrived,” Valkyrie said as she continued to walk to Loki’s side and smiled at him. “She’s quite pretty isn’t she.” 

Loki rolled his eyes, “Don’t you already have a lover. I don’t think she would be interested anyway, she is taking her job of observing me far too seriously.” Loki looked around him trying to find where you were hiding.

“Don’t underestimate me Loki, I could seduce her if I wanted to,” Valkyrie laughs to herself, “But you’re right. I do already have plenty of lovers that need my attention. That and I have a city to rule.”

“Yes, I sure hope your lovers don’t distract you from your work.”

“I’m fully capable of multitasking.” She signaled to Loki to follow her “Tell me what do you think of this city, Prince Loki.”

Loki looked closer at the buildings, many of which still had not turned their lights on yet. People seemed to be settling into their homes and building their new lives. There aren’t many businesses in New Asgard, or at least not as many as there were on Asgard. It was becoming a functional city and even some novelties were appearing, namely the new library featuring both Midgardian books and the copies of Asgardian books that were managed to be saved. 

“You are doing a good job my King, the Asgardians deserve a new home and you are providing them a beautiful one,” Loki earnestly said. 

“There’s lots of work to be done Loki.” Valkyrie smiles softly, “But I do appreciate the sentiment, especially from you.”

Loki tensed. “And why do you need my opinion?”

“Because you are a Prince, it was your home too that is now gone,” Valkyrie asserted. 

Loki stopped walking and Valkyrie looked back towards him. “No matter how many times you call me a Prince, it doesn’t make me one. Not anymore.” Loki wasn't sure if he was ever truly a Prince of Asgard. If anything, he was the heir to Jotunheim. Thor was the only Prince that Asgard ever seemed to need.

“These will always be your people, Loki. I know what it’s like to try and abandon them to create a new life. But I was miserable, I didn’t feel like myself again till I helped fight during Ragnarok. I know you felt a similar way. You could have run away and left them to die, but you didn’t. You felt good fighting for your people and can continue to serve them now.”

“I think you put too much faith in me,” he said gravelly.

“Maybe,” Valkyrie shrugged. “But I also know you want to be more than the villain in stories. This can be a new start for you and your relationship with the people of Asgard, just like me.”

Loki turned away and began walking back to Thor’s house. “Goodbye Valkyrie,” he murmured. 

Mission Report for Director Nick Fury

Loki Laufeyson is…

You've been sitting at the kitchen table for over an hour, desperately trying to find the words for your mission report. 

This morning you heard Loki get up, having always been a light sleeper. It was useful for the job though, as it helped you stay aware of his every move. That's all how all your time has been spent in New Asgard: listening and waiting for Loki to make his move.

For the most part, Loki kept to himself. The change of routine today, made you assume that it was the start of some malicious plan. But when you followed him into town, he did nothing but observe the city until he had a conversation with the King of New Asgard, Valkyrie. 

Having no more time to procrastinate on your mission report, you decided to give Loki some space for a few hours. As you stared at the blank page on your laptop, you heard the door to the house creak open soon followed by a boisterous voice.

“Soon we shall need a celebration, but for now-” Thor entered the kitchen, the large smile on his face somehow grew bigger. “Hello our dear Lady, how is your day so far?” Following behind him is Korg, a tall rock-made creature with an ironically soft disposition. 

“Hello Thor,” you smile back at him. “My day has been well though now I’m just trying to get my mission report for Fury done.”

“How is your mission going so far? Are you taking time to explore and enjoy the city like I suggested?” Thor asked.

You sighed, “My work is my top priority Thor, I haven’t had much time to explore. But I will eventually, I promise.”

“My brother has been too difficult to work with, has he? Because I promise, I know he wants to change and work with-”

You cut him off, “He hasn’t been too much trouble. He’s just been… distant, I guess. It’s hard to fully know he’s goals and ambitions when he always tries to keep to himself.” Thor frowns at first, but then he slowly smiles again. 

“Well you must talk to him then! Loki has been reclusive, yes. But I swear that if you try to reach out to him, you can see him for who he truly is.”

You stay quiet for a moment, before Korg speaks up. “We just saw him, he was looking over the water on the edge of the hill.”

You looked at Thor's hopeful gaze as he anticipated your response. “I'm hoping you're right, Thor,” you said as you stood from your chair.

Loki was far away enough from the city that all he could hear was the crashing of the waves below him and the calm wind moving through the tall green grass.

After this morning running into Valkyrie, he needed time to himself. Instead of going back to the house, he found this spot. A place where he had a birds eye view of the water, but was still surrounded by the rugged mountains. 

“It's beautiful here,” you interrupt his thoughts. 

“It's nothing like what Asgard was.”

“It was glorious wasn't it,” You said softly as you walked up next to him. The proximity makes him uncomfortable. “I'd never been to Asgard, you'd have to describe to me what it was like.”

“It was,” Loki quietly looked down. “But it doesn’t matter now that it’s gone, we simply have to move on.”

“How do you plan to move on Loki?” What are your goals here on Earth?” It came out more accusatory than you meant, but you couldn’t resist. You know so little about this man that you are required to watch for most of the day. 

“Trust me, I am not going anywhere and I already tried world domination. Now if you’ll leave me be.” Loki said as he walked back towards the city.

“There is another title you are referred to as Mischief. God of Lies, is that correct?”

Loki paused. You were correct, there are many names referring to Loki. Many of the names now have negative connotations even if they just started as a descriptor. But the God of Lies title was always said with malice. 

“Well you’ve created a problem, see, I could admit to being the God of Lies but that could be a lie or I could say I’m not and that could also be a lie. No matter what, you are not closer to the truth.”

But to Loki’s surprise, you laughed. ���Maybe, but here's the thing, Loki.” You walked closer to him. “But I still like to know more about you, if you could-” you think to yourself for a moment. “If you would talk to me, I’d greatly appreciate it. I hear so many different stories about you.”

“And which ones do you think are the most accurate?” Loki asked, looking directly towards you.

“I don’t think any of them are fully accurate, some yes, have more truth to them. But I want to have my own perspective on who you are. I think that’s how I’ve lasted so long as a SHIELD agent,” You laugh quietly. “It gets me in trouble often, especially with Fury, but I know I need to trust my instincts and not assume everyone around me has the right answer. I need to discover for myself.”

“Fury certainly made an interesting choice sending you here.”

“Oh absolutely, do you know what he said to be when he assigned me this mission? ‘Loki annoys the hell out of me and so do you,’ In his mind it’s the perfect match I guess.” You try to hold in your laugh, but Loki just scoffed. 

You continue, “We’re stuck with each other for who knows how long, Loki. We have to find a way to make it work.” You look up at him, focusing on the sharp angles of his face. 

“I suppose so,” Loki begrudged. 

After a few moments of silence, the two of you walk back to the house. You excuse yourself to work on your mission report and Loki goes upstairs to his room. He closes the door softly behind him and lays on his bed, his hands covering his eyes. “Norns, this woman will be the death of me.”

At the same time, on a far away planet called Chitauri Prime. 

The Chitauri, tall gray monstrous creatures, are yelling at one another. In months since they lost their army leader, Thanos, they argued back and forth on how to move forward as species. 

“We must continue to fight!” one Chitauri yells. “We will avenge our leader and kill anyone who ruined his plan!”

“Our army is weak now and there are too many that were against Thanos!” another yells. “We can not rush into battle, we have to be strategic about our first attack without our leader.”

“Then we will get a new leader.” Soon everyone turned to the older Chitauri, one who stopped fighting battles many years before Thanos was killed. “There is an option, one that we have not been ready for, but now it is time.”

Chitauri looked at each other, confused by what this elder was saying, but he continued, “We will have our leader, he is known as Warlord, he ruthlessness and brutally made us put him into hibernation. But we always knew there would be a time where he would need to fill a role no one else can.” The elder Chitauri walked up the stone steps to the platform, the Chitauri all stared up at him.

“And I know exactly where our first war will be. The downfall of Thanos is all due to one man, the dark prince of Asgard. He was the one that failed us, he is the reason Thanos never got the infinity stones. We were promised Earth if we helped Loki.” The Chitauri cheered, captivated by his speech.

“We will kill Loki and destroy Earth, to avenge our leader and bring honor back to our species.”

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[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Guilty Pleasures

Pairing: Loki x F!Reader

Summary: You are a maid living in the palace on Asgard. When you hear of a plot to kill Prince Loki you know something must be done. After saving his life he offers you a wish in return. After struggling with your decision, you come to Loki with an interesting proposal.

Warnings: some violence, some blood.

Word Count: 5,012

A/N: I do not know much about actual Asgardian traditions and folklore based in Norwegian mythology. I'm kind of just making this up as I go along lol. So please don't study technicalities too closely.

Dear Ingrid,

I'm at my wits end, dear one. I am plagued by worries. Now that my brother has sealed the marriage license, Ragnar and I have only three months until our wedding. Not only did I not agree to this marriage but now I am being driven mad with anxieties about the match.

He is a palace guard. Surely he knows much about love. However I find myself defenseless at the thought of romance. Perhaps he will make a fine husband and will one day make me happy. However, I know this can only be if I please him in turn. How can I ever hope to do that when I don't know the first thing about lovemaking.

I need a tutor. One who can guide me through the delicate act of intercourse. If only such a thing were real. I would spend every coin I had to know the things which I do not. Perhaps I might find a book in the palace archives about such carnal acts. That may be a good place to start. I only wish you were still here with me in the palace my friend. I'm happy to see you working so closely to animals in the stables. But I do miss you dearly. Especially in times such as--

Heavy footfalls caught your attention as you picked up your pen, looking down the long corridor. Just as you were about to set about finishing your letter, two burly men appeared from around the corner up ahead. You were currently stationed at a small writing desk which was just around the corner from the back tunnels which led to the kitchen. It was a quiet place where you could write to your friend in peace. In fact, before today you had never seen anyone use these passages. Despite there being plenty of walking room, the two men marched in the middle of the hallway where they would surely cross paths with you. Before you could think to move, the man closest to you caught the back of your chair in a large fist and set it off balance. You wobbled for a moment before finding your footing again.

"Watch it, scullery maid." He spat gruffly over his shoulder before the two men vanished around a corner. Something about them was odd to you. Asgardian soldiers, while tough, were often kind. The clear act of disrespect did not ring true for a man of Asgardian honor. The urge to stay seated was strong but you found your curiosity was stronger. Shutting your journal, you crept off in the direction the two men had gone. It didn't take long to find them since they lumbered quite slowly under the weight of their armor. You kept around corners and in shadow as you followed their silent march to who knew where.

They were running out of places to go, you thought as you noticed where you had ended up. It was a crude escape route which let out into the throne room. It was hidden behind the King's throne, which was impressively large. What business would these men have there?

They stopped before the exit, fidgeting with their armor. You stood behind, around a dark corner. With their backs turned you were able to try and get a better look. They wore classic Asgardian armor like the rest of the palace soldiers. That's when you saw it. Their capes were fastened incorrectly. As if by clumsy hands that didn't know the proper uniform etiquette. These men weren't Asgardians. That's when you knew your bad feeling had turned into something dangerous. They talked quietly but you were close enough to hear.

"Alright, you remember the plan?"

"Do I-- Bloody hell, yes I remember the plan. I sneak in and subdue the prince, then I spear him through the neck. It's not fucking hard."

At this you threw a hand over your mouth. Assassins.

"It's about time someone showed that cocky little raven headed prick that a Jotunn does not belong on the throne of Asgard."

They were plotting against Prince Loki. You couldn't wait to hear anymore. If you, a maid, had any chance of saving your Prince you had to act fast. You knew a passage that would lead out into the throne room so you beelined there. At this point you had absolutely no plan. You just knew you had to get the prince away from his throne before those bloodthirsty men got to him first. Soon enough you found yourself at the grand doors which would lead you into the throne room. With a steadying breath, you pushed them open.

You had expected the room to be filled wall to wall with politicians and nobility, allowing you to slip in unnoticed. However you were offered no such grace. It was empty, save for the royal family on their thrones. All eyes were suddenly on you. To burst into the throne room unannounced certainly would mean death for you. But if it meant your life for the Prince's then you'd happily make the sacrifice.

His was the first form you assessed. His chin had been propped in the palm of his hand until you'd come into the room. At the disturbance he perked up, a smile gracing his lips as if he was thrilled by the disruption. His eyes didn't leave you for a moment, studying you hungrily. Who was this delightful mischief maker, come to relieve his endless boredom? Your eyes however darted nervously to the side of his throne, keeping an eye out for his unwelcome guests.

Running down the center aisle until you were standing before the throne, you fell to your knees in humility. "What brings a young maid before me with no summons?" Boomed the Allfather.

"Husband, lower your tone. Look at the poor thing. She's frightened. Hear what she has to say." He seemed reluctant but eventually spoke.

"If Frigga commands it, so do I. Tell us, girl, what your business is here. Pray that it pleases me." You took a calming breath.

"Forgive me, O Great King, for this unacceptable breach of tradition. I sit humbly at your feet today because--" Before you could continue, you could almost swear you heard the latch on the secret entrance clicking behind the King's throne. You were running out of time.

"Because what, child? My patience is growing thin."

"Because ... I have come to seek Loki's blessing."

This made all of them perk up in curiosity. It must have been a long time since Loki was asked for a blessing with the way they all peered back at you incredulously. Then the Allfather shifted in his seat, adjusting his robes as if he had made a decision.

"Trickery, which I'm sure has been plotted by the Trickster himself. I suggest you go, girl. Before I find myself in an unforgiving mood."

"No, please--"

"I didn't plan this father." Loki interrupted you, speaking up for the first time. His voice was like warm honey to your ears. "Frankly, I'm quite curious what else the little mouse has to say." The two stared each other down for a moment before the Prince once again took the lead. "Why do you seek my blessing child?" He leaned forward on his elbows, as if he were on the edge of his seat awaiting your response.

"If it pleases you, My Prince, this is one request which I should wish to remain private. Thus I wish to share it with you privately." Everyone in the room focused their attention on Loki, whose expression gave no indication of what he might be thinking. The moment felt eternal before he finally stood and strode across the room until he was standing just in front of you, only inches away. As he leaned down to whisper in your ear you caught a glimpse of his throne. Just beside it you saw one of the men from earlier with a compact crossbow aimed at the Prince's back. This was the moment. Just as the arrow was unleashed from the bow, you pushed the Prince aside just in time for it to find its home in your shoulder rather than his back. It stung like Hel but you knew Loki was safe. You had done your duty.

Everything around you began to happen rapidly, plunging your mind into a dizzying frenzy. Guards emerged from the hall, the royals were off their thrones and rushing to Loki's side, the assassins were being whisked away to what would surely be a painful death. And all the while Loki stayed by your side, keeping you still and looking deeply into your eyes. Whatever happened now, it was worth it.

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Time had passed. Of that you were sure. How much time had passed, however, remained a mystery. The room around you was empty. And quite large, you noted. This recovery room was easily three times the size of your personal quarters. You were awestruck by the ornate gold fixtures on the walls and the plush deep comforter which laid atop you. This was much grander treatment than you'd ever been given.

As if on cue, a healer came rushing in from the double doors. "You're awake. I hope you slept well. How are you feeling?"

"Confused. How long have I been sleeping?"

"Don't worry. You've only been asleep a day. With an arrow in your shoulder, I'm surprised you didn't sleep longer." You looked to where the arrow had been and saw nothing but a bandage stained red. It didn't hurt at the moment though you were sure it would soon enough. While you would have gladly given your life, you were still grateful for the miracles of Asgardian medicine.

"You seem to have done a good job of repairing me."

"Of course. Each healer is highly skilled and trained in their craft. Of course Prince Loki made sure that you received extra special care."

"He did?" You gaped. Royalty had never treated you special before.

"Absolutely. No expense spared for the girl that saved the Crown Prince's life." You nodded, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the praise. You had only done what any Asgardian would. There was no reason why you should receive better treatment because you were simply following your sense of duty. "Speaking of the Crown Prince, he wished to be the first to know if you woke up. I've already sent a messenger to his rooms. Expect to see him shortly." With that nerve wracking news, the healer saw herself out. You wished she had at least closed the door on her way out. Now every noise in the hallway set your nerves alight. You decided it was best to just shut your eyes and try to rest a bit more before the Prince was to arrive.

Those ideas were quickly squandered as the sound of very precise heeled boots entered your chamber. Cracking one eye open you saw the silhouette of the Trickster God in the doorway. My, he moved fast. You opened both eyes fully and let yourself take him in. He was dressed quite simply now though he still had a cape flowing behind him in a dark emerald billow. He took slow calculated steps as he approached your side, eyes never once leaving yours. Your breath left your chest as, for the first time, you realized that you were in the ever closer presence of royalty. Your entire life you'd never been in the same room as royalty despite working in the palace. Now the Crown Prince was at your bedside, hand tenderly retrieving yours.

"I am elated that you are awake. I was afraid things might turn for the worse. Yet you are strong. You fought well my little mouse. You should feel proud. You've done your ancestors well." You could do nothing more than nod, transfixed by his deep gaze. "How are you faring?"

"I've only just woken up but I feel no pain as of yet."

"Good. I can make sure the healers help keep it that way." You winced. You were about to do yet another stupid thing. Refuse the Prince.

"Please don't do that, my Prince. There are many others more deserving of the healers' help. You truly honor me by treating me so nobly but I will be fine on my own. I assure you, I am no hero."

"But you are, sweetling. You saved my life today. You, a humble maid, saved the life of a god. If you think you dishonor me by treating it as a proud accomplishment I assure you that will not be the case. In fact, I would like to show you just how truly grateful I am."

"All of this has been more than enough. Really."

"I'm afraid that while I fully intended to reward you regardless, tradition dictates you must receive the proper honor for your actions. Each royal family member must designate to you, a gift. One they feel is worthy of the act of saving my life." You couldn't help the groan that escaped your throat. This whole thing had started out of service to the royal family. Now they wished to serve you? You couldn't let this be. "That is why I've come here. To designate to you mine, the most important gift." You squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze, unsure of what he was about to bequeath you. "To you I give ... a wish. Anything your heart desires, you may wish for it and I will make it so. Absolutely anything you desire. If you take my hand, the deal will be sealed with magic and I must concede to any wish you make."

"No. No, I'm sorry my Prince but this is far too much. I could never accept something like this. It wouldn't be right."

"Your humility in the throne room made me feel as though you'd say that. So I discussed things with my father. He is willing to forgo the proper tradition. Under one condition. You cannot refuse his gift ... or my gift. But that's only half of the gifts you were meant to receive. Can you accept this compromise? I can assure you that my Mother's gift would be sickeningly extravagant." He teased with a smile.

You hesitated. This level of kindness was unlike anything you'd ever received. Why was a god pouring so much into you, a simple girl? After a moment, you knew you had no choice. So you nodded.

"I need your words and your hand, or else this magic means nothing." You lifted your hand to meet his, taking his grip firmly.

"Yes. I accept the wish." With this, a brilliant green light snaked between your arms as if binding you before disappearing as quickly as it had come. You blinked for a moment, unsure of what to say now. "The Allfather ... has he decided upon a gift yet?"

"He has and he bade me tell you. He would like to promote you to a higher paying rank with a better set of living quarters. He feels that one who is such a true asset to the royal family should live as grandly as she wishes." You nod in resignation. For a moment, you look around the room and imagine that they were your own personal living quarters. It didn't seem so terrible when you looked at it that way.

"Now, little mouse. What is it you wish?"

"You want me to name it right now?" You asked frantically.

"Calm down," He laughed. "If you need time to decide, of course I would be happy to grant you that. However, I should warn you ... as much high respect as I hold you in, I am still a prince and a god. I will not be made to wait forever." You nodded your understanding.

"Of course, My Prince. If I may, I have a journal which got misplaced before this endeavor. I had started a letter to a friend in it. If this notebook were able to be retrieved so that I may finish my letter, I will make a decision as soon as I've heard from her. I'm afraid I'm sorely in need of advice on this matter. It isn't often I'm given a wish like this."

"Consider it done. Just tell me its location and I'll have it brought to you as quickly as possible. This friend, where does she live?"

"The palace, My Prince. We used to work together as maids before she was promoted to stable hand. Her quarters are by the stables."

"Excellent. I'll be expecting a speedy response then." With that, he stood and began to make his exit. However before he could completely disappear, he turned back to you. "If I may give my own advice ... I know a 'royal wish' seems frightfully intimidating. If I were you, I'd just think of what is most important to you. Then think of how you can accomplish this goal. That way you can make your wish as effective and meaningful as possible. Just make sure it's something that you want. You more than deserve it." Then he was gone.

Sweat beaded at your forehead as the adrenaline of having a candid conversation with the dark prince coursed through you. However the cool air calmed you down soon enough. With a heavy mind you began to contemplate what you might wish for. If better pay and living quarters was already taken care of, you were unsure of what else you might wish for. There wasn't much you truly desired.

Just as you were about to run yourself rampant an attendant arrived at your door with the journal and a fountain pen. "Thank you." You bid him well before hurriedly cracking open the page you had left off on.

By the Norns, what a day this has been! Before I could even finish my penstroke a couple of men crossed my path. Men with plans to assassinate the Crown Prince Loki. Through what I can only describe as equal parts bravery and stupidity, I tracked them down and saved the Prince's life while injuring myself in the process!

I now write this from the grand recovery room. I do so wish to indulge you in every detail but I've been put on a dreadful timeline. For saving his life the Prince has granted me a wish. He said that anything I desire will be mine. He expects a response quickly but I could not decide without your wisdom. Please ... I have nothing to wish for. Help me on this matter my dear friend. I will eagerly await your reply.

Signed, Y/N

Folding the paper haphazardly, you called out for a healer who would deliver the message to the right people. Once it was out of your hands you nearly collapsed from exhaustion. You had been through a wave of every intense emotion one could possibly feel in just a few short hours. You needed rest now more than ever. Knowing that it was out of your hands until receiving her reply, you decided to get some rest while the medicine made it easy for you to fall asleep.

"By all the gods, please. Show me the right path." You called into the night before tucking yourself in and falling into a dreamless sleep.

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A few days later you received a knock on your door. You had fully recovered by now but they had left you in the recovery room until a new chamber could be found for you. In only a few short days you had already become more accustomed to a grander lifestyle. However you felt yourself shrink into that tiny maid again upon hearing the knock. There were only two things it could be. A messenger with news from Ingrid. Or Prince Loki, having grown impatient and ready to hear your final answer. With a shaky hand you opened the door. It was a messenger. Joyous day, you thought.

He handed you the letter. You thanked him wholly and closed the door, tearing the letter open as you sat on the edge of the bed.

Dearest Y/N,

Such excitement! Of course I miss the biggest event of the year while brushing manes. You ask for my advice on this but if you read your last letter in it's entirety, you've already answered your own question.

The thing which plagues your mind above all else; your impending wedding night. You've just earned a royal wish from the god most well known for his sexual prowess. Ask him to tutor you! While he may find you brazen, that's the worst result that could come of the request! If he must fulfill the wish, then I say this is your opportunity to know that which you do not. Please keep me appraised of the situation. I will look expectantly and impatiently for your next letter.

Signed, Ingrid

As soon as your eyes finished scanning the words you were utterly dumbfounded. What exactly was she suggesting? No, it was quite clear what she was suggesting. There was no way in Hel you could ask for sexual lessons from the God of Mischief himself. He was a god. He would not lay with such a low creature as yourself. In fact, you were sure he would laugh at the idea. But then again, he had said he would honor the request no matter what it was. And Ingrid was right. Loki's ... skills weren't exactly a well hidden secret. You had heard he actually quite enjoyed corrupting an innocent thing like yourself in the ways of desire. Maybe it was the best thing you could wish for. You fought with yourself endlessly as you tried to think of something, anything else. The thought alone made your cheeks heat.

So many wishes in all the nine realms, and this is what you had come to? You felt as though something better waited out there for you. However, Ingrid's little idea stuck far more than you had hoped. With a deep sigh, you opened the door to your room. There was a guard stationed there at all times, per Loki's request. "Please tell the Crown Prince Loki that I've decided on my wish." You told him to which he nodded and immediately marched in the opposite direction towards the Prince's chambers. Every second you spent waiting was like agony. You paced and read and slammed your head into a pillow but still you waited. After an hour and a half a guard finally knocked at your door, telling you that Loki was ready to see you now.

With a deep breath and a brush of your skirt, you followed the tall man across the palace to the threshold of the Prince's chambers. The walk was much quicker than you'd expected which hadn't allowed you much time to breathe. Thus with a head of scrambled thoughts you entered, ready to acquire your wish from the Prince.

"Nice to see you again, mouse. I apologize for the delay. I was stuck in a fruitless debate with my father. However, I'm delighted to see you've come to a decision. Sit." He gestured to the sofa beside him which looked deep and lush. You obliged, taking in the sight of his royal chambers as you did so. Corner to corner, the room was exquisite. Gold plating and fixtures, surrounded by velvety green curtains and furniture. If you had thought the recovery room was large, it was nothing in comparison. The room you stood in now was only the front room of many. The walk seemed miles long. Once you were sat snugly beside him, you finally took a much needed breath.

"Still nervous, I see. Perhaps it would make you feel better to make your wish now, without hesitation. Get this weight off your shoulders and the hard part will be over. What is it you wish, pet?"

"I can't believe I'm going to ask this," You mumbled under your breath. "You see, my Prince, I am to be wed in three months' time. Yet I know nothing of what it means to be a proper wife. How to properly please my husband. I'm sure you know that your reputation exceeds you when it comes to certain ... skills. I'd like for you to show me what you know so that I may collect my own knowledge to please my husband with." You were absolutely certain that the god's lip would be turned up into a disgusted sneer. However the expression you found upon looking at him was quite different. Rather than repulsion you saw genuine delight and curiosity, a playful fire lighting his eyes.

"My, my. Such sweet proper words for such a ... filthy request."

"I'm sorry, My Prince. You're right. I don't know what made me so bold. I never should have asked for something so clearly inappropriate. Not that I wouldn't like to-- you know what I-- you're very handsome is all I mean. I'm afraid I've made such a mess of this. Perhaps I shouldn't have made the wish at all. I'll see myself ou--"

"Enough!" Loki's thundering voice filled the chamber, giving you your first real glimpse of fear by his hand. You sat back down and held your gaze on your lap. However he was quick to stop you, drawing your chin up to look back into his eyes. "I'm sorry to raise my voice, sweetling, but you've become frantic. Are you afraid that I am displeased? I can assure you it is quite the opposite. As you've so boldly pointed out, I'm quite well known for my talents. How do you think I acquired such talents in the first place? With the help of bold little morsels such as yourself. It would be an honor to pass on my legacy of pleasure to one less experienced in its ways. Besides ... you yourself are not by any means an undesirable prize. If I might be so bold myself, you are one of the fairest I've laid eyes on in several moons. It will be a treat to unravel you bit by bit before dressing you back up all nice and sending you off to pleasure your husband."

"Really, My Prince? This doesn't upset you?"

"Far from it. I consider myself quite up to the challenge." Seeing the enjoyment in his eyes made a small smile creep to your own lips. You weren't sure if you were happy this was happening or if you were just grateful to have the answers. Was some part of this because he was so handsome? Was it because he was the prince? Right now, you couldn't make out what you were feeling. All you could do was breathe.

"I must say, I expected this conversation to turn out quite differently. Forgive me if I seem shocked or lost for words. Only a few days ago was my first time sharing the same air as one of royal blood. Now, the Crown Prince himself says he'd be delighted to give me such intimate lessons. I hardly know what to think. My thoughts are a mess."

"My first piece of advice; stop thinking. You're so caught up in thinking about the future and the past that you can't see the moment right in front of you. It's passing you by. Just breathe and stay here with me, in this moment." You did as he instructed and took a cleansing breath. This time your breathing somehow made you feel ... lighter. After a moment, Loki continued. "That very much applies to your sexual encounters as well. If you are invested in each moment as it comes, everything will feel new and exciting. If you can show your husband how engaged you are with him, you'll have him wrapped around your finger. Then he'll be willing to invest in you as well. Like a well fitted puzzle. And with my help, you'll do so with ease mouse."

"I certainly don't doubt you. Your words alone-- I can tell you know of what you speak. I just hope that I am up for the challenge myself."

"Whether you see it or not, you've got a fire inside you dear. Just waiting to burst forth. I have a feeling you'll see it too. Soon enough." The man began to lean forward slowly before placing a small peck on your cheek. The intimate display of affection made you blush deeply. "What a pretty sight. Already blushing for me. I can't wait until the lessons start. Perhaps you should see yourself out now. I feel as though I may forget to be a gentleman if you linger."

"Oh." You blurted, confused by this. You were sure that he had already begun his lesson and yet he was asking you to leave. You blushed harder but it wasn't pleasant as before. It burned like shame.

"Don't seem so downcast, little mouse. You asked me to teach you and I do have a scholarly way about me. I'd like to formulate a curriculum and a plan for making this work successfully. I'll send for you once I'm ready to begin properly. Until then, think dirty thoughts for me pet." He gave you a dashing wink which was your clear cue to hustle back to the recovery room. Every step made your body feel more and more like lead. By the time you were in your room you had just enough strength to collapse on top of the comforter. You didn't even bother moving as you shut your eyes and let sleep take you.

The past several days had seemed like a blur. You never would have imagined in your wildest dreams that you'd be awaiting luxurious quarters in the comfiest bed you'd ever slept in after striking a magic sex deal with the God of Mischief. If you ever said it aloud you would burst into laughter. It was all so fantastical. So far beyond belief. You were sure the next time you awoke it would all prove to be a dream.

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Your Savior - Chapter 5

Summary: You get training from Black Widow....and you learn something surprising about yourself.

Warnings: Smut 18+

This is a repost because I can't find the original to update my master list (so sorry if you have already read this...but BRUSH UP...a new and likely final chapter coming later today or tomorrow!

Never in all the years of your life, did you think you would be in a training room with none other than Black Widow. The training room in the Avenger’s Tower was empty, outside of you, Natasha, and Loki who brooded in the corner, keeping a watchful eye on you. You had to give Natasha credit, not only was she deadly, but she was an amazing teacher. There were whispers amongst the team about her brutality during her training sessions, but today with you, you saw someone who was patient, and efficient in her teaching techniques.

            But she was also relentless. With each failure, she would tell you to get back up and try again. Your body was still frail from the torture and starvation you endured, and you could feel the weakness in your bones midway through your training session. There was one defense move you were trying to get down, but you just weren’t getting it. The bear hug defense move. Everything she was teaching you was very basic, but you were struggling, and it was frustrating you beyond belief. Every time you tried to escape the petite assassin’s grasp, it reminded you of how weak you were. How helpless you felt in your cell.

            Tears started to well in your eyes as your heart hammered in your chest, giving way to a tidal wave of anxiety. Before the first pathetic hiccup left your lips, Loki was already up and making his way across the room to you.

            “That is enough, Romanoff. She’s done for the day.” He growled. He hated seeing you upset, and he was already struggling containing himself. Every time he saw you crash on the mat or struggle against Natasha’s hold had his blood boiling. Frankly, he didn’t even want you there. It was his job to protect you. If you had him, what else did you need? Yet, he remembered what Tony had said. That there would be times he wouldn’t be around to protect you due to his ‘obligations’ to the Avengers, just to stay out of Asgardian prison. The fact that his choices, the mind control he endured led him down a path where he couldn’t be with you or protect you, made him hate himself even more.

            “No, Loki. She’s fine.” Natasha had let go of you and turned you around to face her. Tears were brimming at the corner of your eyes, but thankfully they had yet to spill over. Though, that last thread of stubborn dignity was threatening to snap.

            “What happened to you was wrong. It was fucked up. But you are strong. You endured things that would either drive a person mad or kill you. But here you are. You survived. You may feel weak now, but that is why we are here. To help you get stronger, so you can protect yourself and never be a victim like that again.”

            You nodded silently, a lone tear now traveling down your cheek as you heard her tell you so many things you so desperately needed to hear.

            “Are you ready to start again?” The question was clear yet held no judgement. You studied her face, and you could tell that she would let you stop if you truly needed it. But, like every day you lived in that cell, you needed to carry on.

            “I’m ready.” You said with a watery smile. Now, you turned to Loki who was watching the whole exchange with tight lips and clenched fists. He desperately wanted to steal you away, but he was restraining himself for you, “I am okay, Loki. You can sit down.”

            Loki lingered for a moment, unsure if he was actually going to let you continue to get beat by Natasha. But eventually, he turned on his heel and resumed his position in the corner of the training room, arms crossed like a spoiled child. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Natasha smirk.

            “He doesn’t listen to just anyone. I’m impressed.”

            You felt pride swell in your chest. The fact was that Loki cared about you and that is why he even entertained the thought of listening to a suggestion of a little mortal, but the fact that you had influence over a God gave you new confidence.

            Natasha squared up, ready to lunge at you again and you met her with an equally defensive stance. Your heart thudded wildly in your chest as you waited for her to strike and ultimately, she did with little warning. She charged at you and without a second thought, you lifted her up and flipped her over your head, tossing her across the training room and into the opposite wall. The wall that was an astounding fifty feet away from you.

            You and Loki stared at each other in shock before looking over to Natasha who was groaning and dragging herself up from the floor.

            “Thanks for the help, guys.” She said sarcastically, “What was that?!” She sauntered back over to you, rubbing the back of her neck that was strained from the impact.

            “I…I don’t know.” You looked down at your hands like they would unlock the explanation of what just happened, “Adrenaline?”

            She shook her head, “That wasn’t adrenaline. That reminded me of Cap. Maybe whatever they injected you with, had more of an effect than you thought.”

            You thought about it for a moment. It was possible. You had no idea what they were injecting you with. You just knew they were trying to replicate the super soldier serum and it would explain why they tried to kidnap you. Maybe you held some secret to their serum. The thought made you shudder.

            “Let’s try that again, but let’s go over to the punching bags, shall we?” Loki followed the two of you and watched with a careful, protective eye. The look on his face gave away the fact that he was just as curious as you were about what was going on.

            Natasha instructed you to hit the punching bag with all your might. You shifted your hips, getting in the perfect punching stance like Natasha taught you. Pulling your arm back, you flung your fist forward and as soon as it hit the bag, it exploded, and the remaining sand and fabric went flying.

            Natasha and you went into a fit of coughs as the billowing sand filled your lungs. You felt Loki pull you back into the fresh air of the training room.

            “I think that answers our question.” Natasha said in between coughs, “I think we should bring the rest of the team in here and try some more things.”

            “Haven’t you experimented enough, Romanoff?” Loki sneered, holding your back firmly against his chest, his arm around your waist. You sputtered out a few remaining coughs as your lungs cleared. Loki’s arm around your waist tightened a bit and you couldn’t help but smile. The protective side of him was a bit…. much, but a part of you loved it.

            “We need to see how far her powers go. We don’t need any surprises. It’s for her own safety.” Natasha’s reasoning seemed to resonate at least a little bit with Loki, and you admired her skills of getting what she wanted from people. She played him, and you’re glad she did. You, too, were curious.

            And that is how you found yourself on the track within the Tower next to Captain America. You fidgeted a bit next to the tall, muscular man. Steve was nothing but nice to you, but you could practically feel his strength radiating off him. You felt that next to Loki too, but his strength brought you ease, comfort. Everyone else made you feel intimated and weak.

            “On your mark, get set, GO!” Tony called out and you both took off running on the track. The race was no competition and Steve left you in his dust. He beat you so badly, you didn’t even bother finishing the lap. You just stopped. Your shoulders hung in shame as you struggled to catch your breath. No one in their right mind expected you to beat Captain America in a foot race, but part of you was hoping you would.

            Loki placed his hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him. You didn’t even hear him come up.

            “Try again, Little Dove.”

            Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What’s the point? I can’t beat him. I’m not fast like him.”

            “You couldn’t beat the Widow before either, but then you threw her across the room. I believe in you, Little Dove. Try again. You can do this.” He looked at you so intensely and with such devotion, that you believed him. You believed every word he said.

            So, both you and Steve made your way back to the starting line. You saw Loki out of the corner of your eye, smiling at you. Seeing him there made you feel both more confident, yet so very nervous. You didn’t want to disappoint him. Before you knew it, Tony had called the start of the race and Steve was already way ahead of you. Part of you wanted to just give up now, but Loki was watching. You had to at least try.

            You took off as fast as you could. The muscles in your legs were on fire as you propelled yourself forward. Much to your surprise, you started to catch up to the Captain. That fact alone fueled you with determination and fearlessness. You pushed yourself harder, so hard you thought your legs would trip underneath you, you were running so fast. It wasn’t until you reached the end of the lap that you realized you did what no one expected.

            You beat Captain America in a foot race.

            You wanted to cover your mouth in shock, but you were too busy wheezing and trying to catch your breath. Loki was at your side in an instant, offering you a bottle of water that you enthusiastically accepted and chugged down like it was your first drink in weeks.

            “Looks like we have another super soldier in the Tower.” Tony’s voice carried as he walked over to you and Loki. Steve had patted your back in congratulations, but you didn’t miss the look of confusion that was in his eyes.

            “Maybe.” You breathed, still trying to fill your lungs with sweet, sweet air.

            “There’s no ‘maybe’. Whatever they injected you with definitely gave you some abilities. At least strength and speed. Maybe soon, you will be a part of the team.” Tony grinned and you smirked back.

            “Yeah, maybe.”

            “She will NEVER join the Avengers.” Loki suddenly snarled, grabbing your arm and dragging you off the track. At this point, the rest of the team wasn’t even surprised. They knew there was no stopping Loki when it came to you. With your newfound strength, you resisted against him, but his Godly might was no match for your untrained abilities. He didn’t release you until you both were in the Tower’s elevator and after bashing a few buttons, you realized he was taking you back to your shared room.

            You huffed and crossed your arms, “You are absolutely ridiculous.”

            He whipped his head so fast to look at you, his eyes burning with anger, “I’m ridiculous?! I’m – I’m?!” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to stifle his rage. “You are ridiculous for even considering joining the Avenger’s!”

            The elevator dinged and he stormed out as soon as the doors opened, leaving you standing there. He vaguely gestured with his hands for you to ‘hurry up’ and you followed him out of the elevator and down the hallway. You had started to seethe with your own anger as soon as he grabbed you off the track. It was the first time you felt strong in weeks. Powerful, even. And he robbed you of that.

            The door flung open with a burst of Loki’s magic and quickly slammed behind you as you followed him into your shared space in the tower.

            “How can you do that, Loki?! I was feeling good! For once I didn’t feel like some weak, beaten shell of a person that has just been existing.”

            A look of realization washed over Loki. Again, he let his protectiveness get the best of him and hurt you. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. Loki let out a thankful breath that you let him hold you, despite being upset with him. The strength of his arms always brought comfort to you, even when he was the cause of your discomfort. He held onto you like you were going to disappear.

            “I am so sorry, Little Dove. The thought of you being in harm’s way again made me panic. I never want you to be hurt, ever. I want to protect you from all the bad things, but it seems like I made a mess of that. I was the one to hurt you today, and I am sorry.” Tears were brimming in his eyes and even though you couldn’t see him with your head buried in his chest, the emotion and weight of his words carried in the tone of his voice.

            “I forgive you Loki and I know you care about me, and you feel obligated to me, but I am okay.”

            You felt him breathe out a heavy sigh on the top of your head. “It’s more than obligation. It’s more than me caring for you.”  

            Your heart started to hammer away in your chest. There was so much meaning behind what he said. Your mind was burning with curiosity, but your heart was quickly filling with fear. Curiosity won out.

            “What do you mean, Loki?”

            There was a beat of silence, a moment of stillness between the both of you as you simply held each other. You felt him stiffen under you and you didn’t dare look at him. Little did you know, Loki was thanking the Norns for that as he gathered the nerve to open his heart to you.

            “I love you, Little Dove. I think from the very first moment I laid eyes on you.” You didn’t know what to say as his words hung in the air around you, “You don’t have to say it back, ever. I am happy just loving you like this so don’t feel any pre-“

            “I love you too, Loki.” You cut him off and looked up at him. There were so many emotions swirling in his eyes. Love. Shock. Relief.

            Then his lips crashed on yours. For the first time and after so many close moments, you finally kissed, and you met his passion with equal fervor. Your tongue brushed against his lower lip, and he let it enter with no hesitation. Your tongues tangled with each other as your hands moved from his waist to around his neck. He grabbed the back of your thighs and with unspoken words, you jumped up and let him carry you to the bed you spent many nights sleeping and holding each other in.

            He placed you down gently on the cushy mattress, like you were a precious fragile work of art. You smirked up at him.

            “You know, I am not a fragile, precious thing like you thought anymore.”

            “You’re still precious and fragile to me.” He said to you, the truthfulness of his words reflecting in the cool, blue of his eyes. For a moment, you got lost in each other’s gaze, but it seemed too intense for the God as he retreated to lay wet kisses on your neck. You turned your neck to give him more access to the sensitive skin there. He nestled between your legs, and you felt his hardening bulge pressed firmly against your core. You felt him grind against you and you couldn’t help but moan at the sensation.

            “I love the sounds that you make,” He breathed, his voice huskier and dripping with pure sin. Loki made quick work of undressing you, slipping you out of your top and pants and tossing them haphazardly on the floor. You arched your back as you felt his trail of kisses make their way down your chest, taking time to suck and swirl his tongue around your nipples. He chuckled as you pressed your chest further into his mouth.

            “Eager are we?” You opened your mouth to say something back, but all that came out was a moan as you felt his hands slip under your panties and start rubbing your already aching bud. Your eyes closed as you fell into the sweet sensations that was Loki. He tugged your panties down your legs and a gasp left your lips as his mouth latched onto your heat. Your hands flew to his hair, and you couldn’t help but dig your fingers into his dark, curly locks and give it a little tug as the coil in your stomach started to build. Fresh wetness pooled between your legs as he gifted you with a deep moan of his own as he ate you out like a man starved. But this was no man.

            This was a God.

            Your hips started to grind against his eager mouth and another feral groan bubbled from your chest as you felt one of his long fingers enter you.

            “Mmm, so wet for me.” He groaned into your wet core. Loki quickly added another finger as the feelings started to become too much. It had been so long since you had been pleasured like this. Since your time in the cell, you didn’t even dare touch yourself. The feelings were too fresh, too raw. But with Loki, all you felt was him and the unbridled pleasure he was giving you. You felt safe.

            “Loki…I’m going to...” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you whimpered.

            “Cum for me. Let me taste you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the coil in your belly snapped and you ground against his mouth as your orgasm consumed you. His free hand held your hips down when your body tried to retreat from the overwhelming sensations, but with careful licks, he helped you down from your high.

            Your eyes were still closed, panting from the intense orgasm and you didn’t notice Loki climbing back over you.

            “You’re so beautiful.” Your eyes shot open when you heard him. You saw him above you, his arms on either side of you. When did he undress? Your eyes racked over his form greedily. You had seen him without a shirt many times, but never fully naked. His hair was messy and hanging around his face like a black curtain. Your eyes trailed down further, down his chiseled chest and abdomen to the dark curls that was around his thick cock. For a minute, you wondered how it would fit, but your lust was ruling your mind now. You sure as hell would give it the good ol’ college try. When your eyes went back up this face, he gave you a knowing smirk. There was still a shimmer of your wetness on his face, and he was looking at you with love and lust. You could only imagine how fucked out you looked to him.

            “Are you ready for me, Little Dove.”

            “Please.” You said back, your words coming out whinier that you had intended. He leaned down and kissed you passionately. You tasted yourself on him and you groaned, lifting your hips to rut against his hard cock.

            He held your hips in one of his hands, lifting it easily off the bed and entered you slowly. You both breathed into each other, letting out moans at the feeling of your joining. Loki stilled for a moment, and you wrapped your arms around his back. You felt his muscles ripple under your hands as he fought the temptation to just pound and mercilessly claim you as he waited for you to adjust to him. He looked at you, looking for your confirmation and you nodded your head.

            Slowly, he started to move. The teasing drags of him inside of your walls was delicious and you groaned in his ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him even deeper. Loki felt amazing, and you wanted more.

            “Oh, princess, you feel incredible. So tight.” He whined against your temple, pumping his cock into you. It was the first time he used that pet name for you, and it brought fresh wetness to your core. You knew Loki felt it as you heard him moan again and twitch inside of you.

            “Loki, harder, please. Fuck me. Make me yours.” That flipped a switch in the God as he started to slap his hips against yours, pulling his cock fully out of you only to slam it right back into your heat. All you could hear was the squelching from him entering your wetness and smacks of skin on skin.  You had asked him to claim you and claim you he will.

            “Cum for me, Princess. Cum on my cock. I need to feel you.” His hand snaked down between your body and started to rub against your already sensitive clit. After a few swipes, you felt your second orgasm take over your body as you shuddered underneath him. Loki soon followed, spilling into you.

            Both of your bodies stilled, now only panting while you came down from your highs. He looked at you, tears welling up in his eyes.

            “I love you so much, Princess.” He placed a fierce kiss on your temple, before peppering your face with more kisses. You couldn’t help but giggle, feeling high from your orgasms, but he quickly shut you up when he kissed you passionately on the mouth. He slipped out of you, and you whined at the loss and at the sensitivity. With a wave of his hand, he cleaned you both up and laid next to you. He pulled you close against his chest, and you snuggled in. The God squeezed you even tighter, like you would escape, and you smiled against his chest.

            “I am not going anywhere, Loki.” He sighed, a new heaviness in the air.

            “I just want you to be safe, Princess.” You grinned.

            “Princess, huh? You’re a prince, so does that mean you are planning on making an honest woman of me?” You tilted your head up at him as you wiggled your eyebrows. The truth was, your relationship was quite new and this connection you shared was still very confusing, but it felt right. The idea of marrying Loki wasn’t as terrifying as it probably should’ve been. It felt natural, like breathing.

            “Uh…well...” He puffed out a dry laugh, flustered and red at your question. But Loki was saved by the door, as you both heard a knock that got more and more frantic.

            Loki groaned and pulled himself from your sweet, warm embrace. He magicked some clothes on his body, which you couldn’t help but pout at. Opening the door, he was greeted by a wide-eyed Natasha.

            “We found another base. It’s real this time. We are meeting in the conference room right now. The plan is to leave in the morning.”

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[tinkertoysdamn]

WiP Chapter 6 of that Thorquill fic I will totally not be able to work on again until after Easter. Uh, spoilers if you haven't read Chapter 5 yet.

It was as they scrambled down the embankment and were far enough from the parking lot edge that Natasha felt it was safe to talk again.  “What’s with you and Goldilocks?”

“Oh, Thor?”  Explaining this was always fun for Peter.  “Yeah, Dad planned this whole arranged marriage thing to infiltrate Asgard.  He planted one of those Celestial Seed things right outside of the palace.”  

Loki had multiple theories about why Ego had placed it in that exact spot but Peter had always thought it was because it was out of plain sight.  The more important thing, in Peter’s opinion, was the timing, which he shared with Natasha.  “I think he was going to set it off during the ceremony.”

Natasha made a non-committal grunting noise.  She’d heard worse.  

“And once the one in Asgard had been set off, all of them would activate.  The one on Xandar, the one here, the one on Hala—”  Peter paused, a dark thought washed over him.  “I just realized something,” he said.  “The one here at the Dairy Queen isn’t the only one that went off.”

“Wait.”  Natasha held up a hand.  She was trying to keep up with what Peter was saying.  “You’re saying when this one turned to goo, all of them across the universe did too?”

“Yeah,” Peter said.  “If I had followed Dad’s plan, the Earth would have been destroyed months ago.”

As a member of the Black Widow program, Natasha was used to compartmentalizing.  The existential horror of what Peter said went right into a neat little box for her to examine later and scream about when everything was safe.  

Instead, she moved on.  “So, why is Thor insisting on this ‘intended’ thing if the engagement was fake?”

“I—,” god why did she have to put it that way?  Peter felt bad enough about the whole “Thor being in love with him” thing.  “I escaped my Dad to tell the Asgardians what was going on and I kind of, sort of—”  There was no good way to say it.  “Gave their Prince a handy in a truck stop bathroom.”

Natasha looked like she was about to die laughing.  “Oh my god.”

“I didn’t know it was Thor at the time, okay.”  

She kept snickering.  

“He was hot, I was hot—”

Natasha cut him off.  “I don’t need to know the mechanics.”

“And I wasn’t gonna tell you about it,” Peter said in a huff.  Thank god the base of the goo was directly in front of them, it was a perfect distraction.  With a flourish, Peter drew his quad-blaster and shot a nice neat hole right in the blue goop.  It did not regenerate.  

“Look at that,” he said, completely deadpan, “made a hole just like I thought.”  With two blasters and Natasha’s cutting tool, Peter didn’t think this was going to take long at all.  

Which was a good thing, because Ego had already spotted the jet.  

#thorquill #wip wednesday #peter quill #surprise cameo character #fun times

[odin-suggestion]

I still think about that moment in the comics where Odin hired Black Panther to kill Loki. But then how Odin gets very upset if anything happens to Loki. If BP had done it, what do you think Odin would have done?

I think about this so much.

Like, here's the context: The War of the Realms is imminent and Odin is finally realizing that he picked the wrongest possible way to deal with it. Freyja called it, and Loki sided with her when she rebelled against Odin over it, and then he (apparently) defected to the enemy, then he (apparently) tried to kill Freyja and nearly succeeded. Odin is going through some shit and once again, much of it is Loki's fault. So it's not that shocking that he'd want something done about Loki, and let's be real: for Asgardians, killing them is just making them go somewhere. To a god, death is a prison sentence, and Loki is the gods' best escape artist.

And while Odin absolutely (even by his own admission), has his moments... he's not stupid.

In that comic, Odin goes to Black Panther and starts off by saying, "Let me tell you a story."

In this story, Odin says, "A long time ago, I, a young god, and your ancestor, the first Black Panther, fought a terrible creature together with some other heroes. When we had defeated it, the Black Panther called for mercy -- something was clearly wrong with this creature, and he wanted to help it. I disagreed: I thought we should kill it and nail its corpse to the moon as a warning to the rest of its kind."

And then Odin says, "I was wrong. The Black Panther was wiser than I was."

He uses this story to illustrate why he respects the Black Panther -- a fellow king, a powerful warrior, and a man of great wisdom. And then Odin says, "That creature we fought: its friends are coming to Earth to get revenge for what we did, and Loki is helping them.* I want you to kill him for the greater good."

*(Loki, for his part, is doing all of this because Malekith intends to use Earth as the battleground for the War of the Realms and the Avengers aren't Avengering hard enough. They need a bad guy to fight so they'll have an excuse to get the band back together.)

Odin says he can't do it because he's weak, he loves his son too much to kill him himself, even knowing the destruction he's about to cause. And it seems like it doesn't quite fit together, does it? Odin didn't go to one of the other heroes he fought alongside in that fight. He didn't ask the Ghost Rider, arbiter of cosmic justice. He didn't ask Earth's Sorcerer Supreme, who's recently had to deal with Loki's bullshit and is eager to kick his ass. He didn't ask the Phoenix, favorite of his old companions. He asked the Black Panther -- the only one to disagree with him. The one who wisely called for mercy and understanding.

And then I remember Young Avengers.

And I remember when the whole thing first starts, and Billy's in trouble and America swoops in to rescue him -- not from the terrible mage-eating monster he's just accidentally summoned, but from Loki. And when they finally get a moment to sit down to talk about it, she tells Billy:

"Don't trust Loki. He knew something was going to happen and he told me that to prevent it, I should kill you."

And Loki says, "Sometimes the only way to be the good guy is to play the bad guy everyone expects you to be. What would you have done if I'd told you Billy was in trouble?"

"Nothing," she admits.

A year after this conversation with Odin, T'Challa walks into Avengers tower with a file on everything Loki's been up to recently and says to the Avengers, "What have all of you heard about the War of the Realms?"

#ooc obvs #character analysis #listen they are both bastards and they are so so alike #both of them are just over here playing 5d chess with the realms as their game board #odin does definitely get some bad writing and he's often the obligatory bad parent for thor and loki childhood angst plotlines #which is fine!!! he's a narrative tool!!! they're stories!!! #but he's a way more complex and interesting character than he gets credit for in fandom i think

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Attack Of The Winter Wolf: The End Of An Alpha

Summary- 9.6k Alpha Steve x Little One. Steve and You have been captured by Brock. Ulysses makes an offer to sell you off, Omega's like you are a rare find. But Brock has something else in mind for Steve and You. Sam is already seeking out the pair and maybe someone else is as well.

Warnings- Brutality and death. This is an 18+ Only Blog.

A/N- I have been waiting a long time to get to this point- 2 years? maybe more. I have had this scene in mind since the beginning and I hope I was able to write it the way I pictured it. Thank you to those still reading this series and being so patient. I appreciate everyone who drops comments, reblogs and asks. Thank you @drabblewithfrannybarnes for editing this for me. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics. Much love always 🐺💙

Chapter Eight / Masterlist

“What do you mean we lost them?” Sam yelled out frustrated, the team was down in the tunnels, following Steve and Y/N’s scent, it intermingled with other wolves and Brock’s in a room off one of the tunnels. Natasha picked up traces of it outside of the room, but nothing substantial. She snarled at Sam and he pulled back with a quick apology while the tablet he carried beeped. “Clint found another exit and tire tracks a few miles away. Redwing is scanning the area, picking up traffic patterns and vehicles.” 

Natasha and Sam made their way out, the underground bunker being pulled apart by the wolves looking for any clue as to where the packs Alpha and his mate had been taken.

Reaching back to the surface, Natasha bolted off searching for Clint and Sam made his way back to one of the vehicles, Sara laid up in one, freshly bandaged. 

“Are you okay?” Sara shifted closer to the edge when she saw her Alpha looking defeated. As soon as he got closer, she wrapped her arms around him and wrinkled her brow in concern. “I felt your anger Sam, Brock got away again. “ 

“With Steve and Y/N, we have torn that bunker apart Sara. They are not there.” He let his hand rest against her hip, his attention on her thigh, checking to make sure it was bandaged up correctly. “I have everyone out looking for them, even Redwing. They found the escape route and already are looking for other possible underground areas.” 

Sara nodded, taking his hand with hers. “Maybe it's time to call Stark again Sam. Also.. good news.” She reached for a bag beside her and unzipped it, showing the asgardian handle of Thor’s blade. “We still have the blade. We can continue cutting off collars binding wolves to Hydra.” 

“Well that is good news.” Sam gave a tired sigh. “Damn lucky Steve didn't take that down with him.” 

A crackle sounded in his ear. “Sam, Natasha picked up a trail. We are gonna pursue it, going radio silent. As soon as we find something, we will figure out a way to get you on your phone.” Clint informed him. Sam closed his eyes, trying to collect his thoughts. His Wolf stirred in his mind, feeling him mull over what Clint said while attending to his mate, licking at her injured leg. 

<Let them go. Natasha has back up with Clint and he will know better then anyone else we have where Brock might go into hiding, the fucking weasel.> He shook his shaggy head as Sara’s Wolf curled at his side. 

Sam conceded to his Wolf, if they had the trail it was best to follow it. “Be careful, Redwing should also be overhead your area as well.” 

“Sounds good Sam.”

You had dozed for a while close to Steve. He provided a sense of security in this situation, the bond flooded with calm from him. You knew you both were in trouble and might not survive. But in the long moments of the drive, just being close to your mate was enough to let you have some assurance. Every time you woke, Steve was still awake, watching you with crystal clear eyes that constantly met yours. Eyes that you were intimate with, had seen them in all manners of emotions- lust, happiness, anger, sorrow. This one you didn’t want to put a name to though, that would make this too real.

It was when the vehicle started to slope downwards and slow in speed that made you suspect Brock had brought you to another compound. It jerked to a stop and the back opened to flood with light, making both you and Steve wince at the sudden blinding light. 

“You son of a bitch, you actually got them.” You heard an amused snarl, and then a pair of hands grasped Steve’s shoulders and dragged him away from you, your Alpha snarling and putting up a fight the whole time. You squealed in protest, trying to twist around in your ties to keep your Alpha in sight. A thud and grunt let you know they dropped him once they pulled him out of the vehicle. 

“Collecting Rogers was always on the docket and rather personal for me. This other one, she's a bonus. Don’t worry ‘Mega, we are not leaving you behind.” Brock's voice came, grabbing your ankles and jerking you to the edge. A heavy calloused hand grasped the back of your neck and pulled you to a sit, making you blink rapidly to try to focus your vision after the dizzying way you were jerked around. Your nostrils flared, trying to collect as much information about your surroundings as possible. Nearby Steve was struggling to his knees, trying to sit up but he caught the toe end of Brock's boot to the jaw, sending him sprawling once more. His eyes rolled up when he crashed back into the ground. You saw the burst of blood come from a new cut on his face, making you and your Little Wolf rage.  

You snarled behind your gag, but the hand that picked you up was still clasped around the back of your neck squeezed enough to make you yelp in pain and try to wriggle out of the man's hold. Your eyes roved to the side to see who held you captive. A grizzled man you had never seen before checked you out, his face scarred and leathered roughness from a life hard lived, even his scent did not intermingle with other packs. He smelled human, not detecting anything that told you he was a wolf as well. His beard and hair was a dirty gray, his eyes narrow with suspicion and his grin was a cold promise that made you want to pull away from him immediately. You had never seen him before, but you growled in defiance at him, the Little Wolf enraged he had a hand on you. “She bonded to Rogers? If she is, well I would have to find the right buyer but they would pay good for her if she is. She is a pretty little bitch.”

“She is. They bonded a while ago if that mark on her neck is his. But with this bitch, it could be just about anyones. Huh Sweetheart, I remember you well, defiant the whole time Pierce was showing you off.” Brock slipped a collar out of his pocket and leaned down near Steve who was still out of it from the kick to his face. He clicked it around his neck and Brock gave it a tug to make sure it was secure. He waved a hand beckoning armed men to join him. “Bring him to the first cage, it's all set up for him.” 

“You should really let me see what my buyers will give me for her.” 

“I was gonna buy her off Pierce.” Brock approached you, your glare turning back to him as he dragged a finger down the side of your face. “Remember that Sweetheart? We had a good time didn't we? Till your little defiant ass wouldn't accept my bite.” You wrenched your head away from his touch as much as possible, heaving behind the gag. “You let Steve see you are a real bitch yet? You seem to have him fooled, calling you Little One.” Brock snapped out while slapping his hand against your cheek in a degrading tap. “Pierce couldn't make this bitch submit to anyone, what makes you think you can Ulysses?” 

“Omega right? A rare species now. A shifter that can choose to refuse an Alpha. If she chose to bond to Rogers and submit, it was because she and her beast accepted him.” Ulysses continued inspecting you amidst your struggles, if you weren't bound and gagged, you would have attacked him by now. He grabbed a handful of your hair at the back of your head to twist viciously, trying to make you stay still. “Pierce wasn’t looking for the right buyers, he was an amatuer. Nah, there are shifters who will pay good money for an Omega, and a bonded one at that. Makes the game of breaking them that more satisfying. Any Beta will bow to an Alpha that they belong to and are driven to respect those that they don’t belong to, but an Omega, they are defiant. Their loyalty is either earned or beaten into them. Some Alphas like that fight.” 

Brock seemed to consider your fate, his eyes going up and down like you were his. “As much as I hate defiant bitches, this one is still useful to me. I'm keeping her. I got some others you can take with you though.” He motioned for the men who had dragged Steve away earlier. “Put her at the other end, I don’t want these two connecting through their bond.” 

Ulysses let you go, sighing as he saw you being taken away, muttering. “Gold mine right there getting away.” Brock snapped the back of the vehicle closed. 

“Do you want the others or not?” 

“Course I do, that's why I came here, isn't it.” 

Steve started to come around, this time when he woke up his hands and legs were free from the bindings, but there was a cool bite of metal circling around his neck. He felt it when he swallowed, growing snug around him. His fingers traced around it, looking for a release but there was none to be found. A look around the cage showed he was alone. Steve knew they wouldn't let you stay near him, the Alpha already was calling for his Little Wolf but there was no answer. She was too far away, which meant you were too far away. 

But you were still alive, he felt that much in the bond and that alone was keeping him calm. He paced around the cage, searching for any weak spots but it was built to withstand shifters. The Alpha paced in his mind, constantly vigilant. 

<We have to get out, who knows what they are doing to her.> 

Steve’s eyes roamed the barrier of the room, inhaling deeply to draw in any scents he could, any information he could gather to help. They haven’t hurt her, we would feel it. 

That bit of information didn’t ease Steve or the Alpha. It was only a matter of how long Brock would drag this out before he did something. A click at the door made Steve swing around to see who was entering his cage. Steve growled the second Brock came into view, making the Alpha rumble darkly as well. He paused though, eyeing his captor through the bars. “Where is Y/N?” 

“Not in here as you can tell.” A cool smile flashed as others followed in behind him, weapons raised and pointed right at Steve, fingers on the triggers. “Do anything and you really won’t see her again.” 

That caused Steve to snarl and lash out. “What have you done with her?” 

“Cool it Rogers, you will see her soon enough.” Brock dug out his phone and held it up to show you in an area similar to his, only your’s had some comforts- bed, blankets neatly folded up at the end, a sink. You were pacing the small area, going corner to corner and running your hands over the walls. There was no sound, but Steve could see you pounding your fists on the walls and the tension in your body, you were screaming. Steve studied the photo as much as he was able to before Brock snatched it away, shoving it back into his pocket. “Even gave her some decent accommodations. Even though I shouldn’t since she killed Alanna, I should have known you wouldn’t have killed the bitch.” Steve remained silent. “Ulysses wanted to sell your girl, could have made a pretty profit off her too, guess those Omegas are something special?” Brock shrugged as if he couldn't see it. 

Steve felt his gut drop listening to Brock, you had already survived that trauma before, it still haunted you at times. Steve and the Alpha were helpless to do anything in this cage and that guilt made his stomach roll, the Alpha tried taking over, wanting to attack Brock. Steve managed to keep him contained, a hue of yellow in his eyes flashing through and a raging snarl of bared teeth, but then it all drew back. 

“Losing control of your Wolf, Rogers? That's not good. You might wanna try harder.” Brock taunted. 

Steve drew in a deep breath before speaking again. “Brock don’t do that to her, I know you're not that much of a bastard. She killed Alanna because she was going to attack me. You want to avenge her? Then take it out on me.” 

Brock smirked coldy at this, the Alpha pinning his ears back. <Let me rip his throat out.>

Fucking cool it. Right now this is about keeping Y/N safe. Steve snapped back, trying to loosen the metal collar around his neck. 

“You are right, not a bastard at all. You will see your mate in a few hours.” Brock moved to leave before turning back to face Steve. “Oh, and good luck trying to remove that, Rogers. It’s made out of vibranium. It’s not quite like what I had on the others or Barnes.” 

“What’s that mean?” Steve questioned, but Brock chose this moment to end the conversation, his phone going off. He started walking away while hitting redial, leaving Steve yelling after him. “What the fuck does that mean Rumlow?”

<How did he get the panthers vibranium?> The Alpha questioned as Steve searched the collar once more, at a loss on how to answer. 

You sat on the edge of the bed staring at the door. On the outside, you looked cool and calm now, almost unbothered. Inside was a different story, panic had settled into your chest, it was all consuming how much you couldn’t sense anything beyond the panic that caused your heart to slam in your chest and all the worst possible scenarios to play in your mind. You had no idea if Steve was even still alive. The Little Wolf whined at you, trying to get your attention.

<Y/N, you gotta snap out of this. This isn't Pierce trying to sell you.>

 No… much worse. Who knows what they are doing to Steve. What if they killed him? Torturing him? Look at what they did to Bucky. 

<Y/N, the bond is still there even if we can’t go to them.> The Little Wolf pointed out and you immediately felt that connection once the panic subsided. There was anger, stress and fear from Steve. But there wasn't any pain. You breathed out suddenly realizing that Steve was still with you, you just had to calm down.  

“Oh god, what are we going to do?” You muttered out loud. So far you have been left entirely alone for hours. It was getting to be too much, every minute that ticked by becoming unbearable. “Fuck, screw this.” You snarled out and pushed yourself to a stand, going to the door of the room and slamming your fists against the door. “Let me out! Open this fucking door right now!” Your wrists started to hurt while you repeatedly slammed your palms against the door, kicking at it and making threats. It was when it clicked you stepped back, angry tears streaming down your face. The door swung open to Brock waiting on the other side, alone. 

You bared your teeth and swung at him with a fist, but he caught your fist aiming for his face and pulled you into a twist, slamming your back to his chest. “Your Alpha wasn’t even this riled up.” He pressed his words against your temple. “I don’t remember you being this ridiculous with Pierce.” His tongue dragged along your jawline and you recoiled, kicking your foot backwards as hard as you could. You luckily caught him in the shin, making him snarl in pain and his grip tightened on you enough to make you yelp. His hand came up to wrench your head to the side so he could see Steve’s bite mark. “I had two bitches with this in my care. Both of you were a pain in my ass too.” 

You snarled again, straining your head as far away from Brock as you could, but he constantly invaded closer, his scent rubbing into you where he rubbed his chin against your neck purposely over where Steve had bitten you, his body hard and unyielding against yours making it impossible to escape this assault. It made you want to gag knowing he was scent marking you as his. You were about to take aim again when he wrenched you around to face him, his hand circling your throat, his fingers purposely digging into the one scar that mattered to you. “Keep it up and I will replace that pretty little mark with one of my own.” 

The Little Wolf withered, feeling his hands on you and that connection you still shared with Steve must have alarmed your Alpha because you started to hear the faint sound of crashing and roaring, but it was so far away. You tried to break out of Brock’s hold, but he dragged you the opposite way, making you whine the further away you were being taken away from Steve. “What have you done with Steve?” You wheezed out, your hands coming to grasp his wrist in an attempt to loosen his hold. 

“Nothing. He was secured just like you were. Your little bitch fit must have set him off..” Brock remarked. You stumbled along with him. “As I promised him, you will be reunited soon.” 

<Do you hear that?> The Little Wolf panted out anxiously, all your senses sharpened to hear echoes, yipping, snarls and howls. The air became drenched with the scent of unfamiliar Alphas. 

No, nononono. You whined to yourself, last time it was this heavy was when you were trapped on the sales floor, Pierce parading you out for others to decide if they wanted to purchase you. Brock thumped a fist against the steel door and when the lock sprung, he pushed you in to stumble into a pile of people, hands all over you pulling you towards the middle of the room. Wolves snapped at you, feeling their teeth graze you as well as hands grab at you made you panic and claustrophobia blinded your senses. It was like you were being swallowed alive and drowning in it all. You cuffed and kicked at anyone within reach, stunned when you were slammed onto the floor, leaving you gasping as you rolled into a fetal position, trying to protect yourself. It went silent all of the sudden, all you could hear was your heavy panting. 

<Get up!> 

You lifted your head and scrambled to your feet, trying to make sense of what you were looking at. Shifters, all alpha’s surrounded the room, eyes on you. Some were tense, ready to pounce, pacing back and forth, others were eerily still. Your hand instinctively touched Steve’s bite mark, assuring yourself it was still there. Your eyes roved over so many alphas that it was unnatural to see so many in one space. Then your attention was drawn to a parting in the crowd, Brock coming through leisurely. “So the problem with these collars is I don't think they will work on you. Beta’s and most Alpha’s. But not you Omega’s. So… what should I do with you? I can’t use you. Well, not like I can use them.” His hand dropped to a wolf’s head next to him, almost giving what seemed like an affectionate pat. 

“Brock… go fuck yourself.” You hissed out in rage at him. “I hope Steve lets me wring your neck.” 

“Like you did Alanna? Or did you use the wolf? Satisfying, wasn’t it?” He dropped his hand from the wolf and approached you. You refused to cower, not to him, not to anyone. Your head lifted in defiance and you never broke eye contact. “Did you feel that rush, Y/N? Just imagine what more of that power feels like. No one can touch you.” He snapped his fingers and the alpha’s in the room lowered for him. “You can be completely in charge.” 

<Is he trying to recruit us?> The Little Wolf questioned in shock. 

Well he can fuck off. 

“You are an Omega, far more powerful than any give you credit for.” Brock continued. “I'm a man who knows how to cultivate it. Come on Y/N, aren’t you tired of people telling you what to do?” 

“All I want is my mate.” 

He pulled in closer and you immediately drew back, as he stalked you towards the alphas, you finally had to let him into your space, violent growls behind you, warning you. 

You still refused to lower yourself for him. “Steve’s weak, look how easily I caught you two. See Sweetheart, Steve was always the runt of the pack. Now, I can give you more, Hydra is growing bigger than any of you can guess and I’m bringing in a new time for the Shifters. You are more compassionate than I am, something I’m missing.” His hand came up and grasped your chin, making you look at him. “You can bring me some peace and together…” His lips pressed to yours, your own curling in a grimace as he continued trying to soften you for him. “We will make Wolves something special again.”  

You stayed still for a moment, a look of peace and calm. Brock didn't notice the way your hand wound up till it was too late and your hand came across his face sharply, making him hiss as his face swung sideways. “Get your hands off me, mutt. I belong to Steve.” 

That made Brock recoil a bit, his features darkening once more at being insulted. “Always loyal to Rogers, that will be your downfall, bitch.” Looking over his shoulder he barked out a command that made the crowd part once more, and this time you saw Steve being pushed into the room. 

He saw you at the same time causing him to break the hold they had on him and strided towards you. You darted out of Brock’s reach now that he was distracted and rushed to Steve, your hands moved over his chest to see if he was hurt as he cupped your face. “Did he hurt you? I felt your fear and panic.” 

Shaking your head, you clung to him, embracing in the onslaught of energy the reconnected wolves was causing, as well as the bond flooded with both yours and Steve’s feelings. He wrapped his arms around you, enclosing you into the safety of his body as he pressed his nose in the crown of your head, finding his peace for a few seconds before yellow flashing eyes snapped open, honed in on Brock. 

“I told you, I wasn’t going to hurt her.” Brock retorted. “She is pretty loyal to you too, I offered her safety with Hydra, the same offer I had made to your first mate. But Y/N simply wasn't having it.” 

You rumbled in Steve’s chest while his hand rubbed at your back, Steve ignoring Brock as he focused on you. His nostrils flared at the way he scented Brock against your neck and your face, growling angrily that he dared touch you. “I’m sorry Steve. I couldn't stop him.”

“Hey.” He nudged at you gently, a brush of his mouth to your ear, whispering. “All I can smell is your sweetness Little One, nothing can cover that.” 

Brock watched amused at this display of affection between you two. You clinging to Steve and him keeping you enveloped in his hold like he could keep you safe. “So tit for tat.” Brock stated coldly. “You are gonna end her since she won’t join me. Seems fitting right? Kill the love of your life, Rogers.” 

Steve pulled you behind him to keep you away from Brock, you in turn spun around to watch his back, snarling a warning at the alphas surrounding the area. You felt Steve’s hand grasping yours and you pushed your hold into his, fingers weaving together to keep in contact with you. “I would never.” 

The Alpha nudged at the Little Wolf, raging in Steve’s mind. <Let me out.>

All these Alphas will be on you before we even finish shifting. 

<I don’t care, they can try to bring me down.> 

Steve’s eyes roamed at the alpha’s coiling at Brock’s feet, the intensity of the room making them start to pant and froth, eyes going wild as they were held in restraint. 

It’s not just us- His hold tightened on you, still looking for a way the two of you could break through and get away. 

“Steve.” Your tone was calm but Steve felt the panic building in the bond, was it yours or his? It was hard to distinguish right now. “There are so many.” 

His teeth bared at Brock who kept taunting. “You know you don’t have enough power here, Steve, the two of you against so many Alphas.” His hand went back to petting at one by his side, the animal pinning his ears back to submit, and much like the others frothing at the mouth to attack. “You also know what I will do to her… There are things worse than death after all.” 

You had heard enough of Brock taunting Steve, twisting around ready to attack when Steve grabbed a hold of you to keep you from lunging at him. “Imma kill you myself.” You screamed, trying to push at Steve’s hands on you. “Do what you’re going to do or fuck off.” You snorted, finally letting Steve pull you back against him, but you were bristling in your rage, the Little Wolf struggling to be let free. 

“Same deal goes to you ‘Mega. I have no issue turning your Alpha into Hydra’s greatest weapon. Imagine… The White Wolf and The Alpha under Hydra’s order…” Brock hissed in satisfaction. “Two trained howling commando soldiers who know Shield in and out, with a whole league of my alpha’s under them.” 

“You don’t have Bucky anymore, Steve broke the collar.” You snapped out, looking for anything that could give you and Steve the upperhand. 

“Temporary, as soon as I have your Alpha under control, he can go on the hunt for his pal, especially since you won’t be distracting him anymore. You know your Alpha, will he find the White Wolf for me?” 

You felt Steve’s hold waver on you and a glance at him showed the distraught look he had, both of you knowing the answer. If Steve was under the same spell from the collar, nothing would stop him from hunting down Bucky, especially with Hydra’s advanced technology at his disposal. You turned back to Brock without an answer, you didn't have one since you refused to admit he was right. “I tire of this.” Brock muttered to the Alpha he was dragging his hand over. “Ty teper' moye oruzhiye Steve Rogers.” His tone turned commanding, his sneer cold aimed at you. 

You felt a bite of pain, coming from Steve as he snarled in surprise, dropping to his knees. The alpha’s all around you started to yip and howl at the excitement. You twisted to your mate, going to your knees in front of him as he doubled over, his forehead pressing to the dusty cement floor, crying out at the feeling. 

“Steve! What’s happening?” You tried lifting his head off the ground, but he was so rigid in trying to handle what was happening that you couldn't budge him. “STEVE!” 

Steve hadn’t been prepared for the trigger words activating the collar, drilling spikes attached to his neck and the power it radiated combated his free will. Brock didn't lie when he said this one was more powerful, inside the Alpha was withering in pain while the Little Wolf weaved around him, trying to figure out what was causing him pain. Steve could still hear you, feel your hands against his face digging into his jaw, trying to lift him. 

He could feel it, starting to lose control of himself, starting to slide over into the mindlessness that the other alphas were under. That also meant you weren't safe, not with him anymore. His eyes lifted, pushing the pain back enough to focus on you. You who was his everything and he couldn’t save you. His hands clenched at yours that were covering his cheeks. “Little One, listen to me. You gotta get out of here. You can’t trust me. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

You could feel you and your Little Wolf starting to really panic. “Steve? What does that mean? I will not leave without you.” You whined out, shifting closer to him. “Whatever’s happening, we will figure it out, we always do.” 

“I’m sorry, I have to.” You could see his eyes watering and his gaze dropped to your mouth, pressing his mouth to your’s fiercely, it was quick, mere seconds but it was enough for you to know what he was about to do. It made you clutch at him, refusing to accept it as you pleaded with him not to do it, but Steve pushed you away, succumbing to the pain once more with a scream. 

“Don’t you dare Steve!” You tried to scramble back to him when it happened, a shatter like your mind splintered, your hands coming to cover your ears as the howling and Brock’s laughter added to the piercing shatter. Your Little Wolf started calling for her Alpha, trying to reconnect with him but the bond was just gone. You couldn’t feel Steve with you anymore, couldn’t feel his pain and regret, his support or love, everything that connected the two of you was ripped apart. “No Steve, please.” You sobbed as you regained some control, seeking him out. “Not this…” 

Sorrowed eyes looked at you one last time before they went blank, losing any recognition for you. That scared you, seeing him straighten and look at you without any warmth in them, just cold and calculating, almost inspecting you kneeling at his feet. “S-Steve?” you breathed out, seeking any kind of recognition from him but there was nothing that softened in him towards you, your hand wavered to touch him but he stepped back away from you, a growl rising from Steve warning you off him. 

<What is happening to our Alpha?> The Little Wolf cowered, her ears flattened and whining out. <Why can’t I reach him?>

He broke our bond before Brock took control. 

“Soldier.” Brock snapped out as you stared up at Steve, trying to control the panic. “Collect that bitch at your feet for me.” 

You yelped when Steve’s hand shot down to twist in your hair, half lifting you while you screamed, twisting in his hold and trying to make him let you go. There was no breaking out of Steve’s grip, your body being dragged over to Brock who nudged at you when Steve dropped you in front of him. “Still want to be faithful to Steve? He will do anything I tell him to.” Your Little Wolf pushed once more for control, making your features contort briefly in your rage and fear, before you composed yourself once more. 

“Always, I know that isn’t Steve doing this.” You spat at him. 

“Then you are in for a world of hurt, Honey.” Brock sneered. “Destroy her, Soldier… make it slow.” 

You twisted to try getting away from Steve but he grabbed at the back of your neck this time, digging in enough to make you arch in pain, gasping out as he dragged you to your feet before him. “Steve… Please don’t do this, you wouldn’t ever hurt me.” You struggled in his hold, going to your tiptoes to relieve the pressure. Your Little Wolf curled in on herself and you struggled in Steve’s hold. Everything in you wanted to reach for him, he had been your safety, his touch showed you nothing but love, and now none of that remained in him. Tears were freely streaming down your face as you felt yourself breaking at the loss. “I know this isn’t you, Steve… I love you, I do so much, Alpha.” He flung you into the ground, making you skid roughly against the unforgiving cement, causing you to gasp in pain. Twisting around, you were quick to shift into the Little Wolf, turning on your mate while he advanced on you. 

The other alpha’s snapped at you, still being held in place while Steve started to close in on you. You pinned your ears back, slinking away from him while keeping your eyes on him. You could only predict what he would do and when he lunged to grab at your scruff, you darted to the side, barely escaping his grasp. But not his foot, it connected to your side, making you yelp as you went flying into the mass of wolves. Their tension made them break, raging snarls as they bit at you, making you squeal in pain and panic.  

“Get off her!” Brock yelled as a silver mass of Steve’s Alpha started ripping other wolves away, the Little Wolf fighting the urge to go to her Alpha. He wasn't your safety, as much as you felt he was. As soon as there was room to move, you darted away from the group of alpha’s but Steve was on top of you, grasping at your scruff and twisting you till you were flashing your weak spots to him. In a last attempt to reach him, you shifted back, your hands burying into his ruff to hold him back. His breath was hot against your face and long fangs were inches from your face. Brock was just out of sight, but you sensed him coming closer. “Should I have him end you now? Or play with you for a while like I let Bucky do to Cassandra?” 

You did your best ignoring Brock while you held onto Steve, trying to keep him from mauling you. The Little Wolf was shattered, seeing her mate trying to hurt you. <Tell him it’s okay, that we know he doesn’t have control.> 

If he ever comes out of this, he will never forgive himself. You mourned for Steve having to do this, knew that he would blame himself for not protecting you. Your body was already bruised from him, the aches starting to make you stiffen. You searched his eyes, slowly loosening your hold enough so instead you could appreciate the softness of his fur and recall the good you two shared, all those times he showed you he loved you. “Please don’t hate yourself for this Steve, I know you are in there somewhere, we know this isn't your fault.”

Brock’s shoes came closer till he squatted next to Steve, looking down at you. “I was told that a part of them lingers, I don’t know… but I do hope he is witnessing what he is doing to you.” You refused to look at him, keeping your gaze on your snarling Alpha instead. “Soldier, shift back… strangle her, time we got to work on finding out White Wolf.” There was a relief when the Alpha pulled back, your arms falling in relief. 

Steve did as he was told, his hands circling your neck, his thumb brushing brutally over his bite mark. You pushed at his chest, trying to dislodge him but it was pointless. His hips pinned against yours to keep you under him, his other hand dragged your hands above your head and you had to submit under him as his hand started to squeeze your neck. “Ste-ve-” you tried one last time before your air was cut off, bucking underneath him. Brock watched with satisfaction as your last bit of air was squeezed from you, your eyes rolling up and your struggles growing weaker. Black spots started to filter in your vision and your lungs burned. Your body struggling to inhale, do anything to drag in air. Your fight started simmering to non existent, your body starting to give in and let go.

Steve was too strong, crushing you underneath him. His brows came together, studying you as you felt your body start to succumb. “This wolf, she smells just like me.” He hesitated, withdrawing his hand a fraction and you choked out as air was able to seep into your lungs once more. 

“She was your bitch, your double crossing whore.” Brock snapped out. “And I told you to kill her.” 

Your eyes watered and your hands tried pulling from his hold. “No.” You croaked out, trying to wildly catch Steve’s attention again. “Never, I would-” you started coughing again, his fingers gentle on your neck, tracing the bite mark. “-wouldn’t hurt you like that, we were-” your coughs covered your words again, Brock screaming commands to Steve again. You pulled at your hands again and he had his hold loose enough so you could pull one free, shooting to trace at the juncture on his neck and shoulder, pressing lightly. “This is where you asked me to bite you when we bonded.” You wheezed out, his hand lifting away from your neck to trace where your fingers were pressing, finally allowing you to draw in a real breath. Gasping underneath Steve, you were caught by surprise at Brock kicking Steve off you, growling in anger. 

“I will end the bitch myself.” You curled up to protect yourself, struggling to get out of his hold while he whipped you back to straddle you, hitting you several times to subdue you till he once more cut off your air. 

This time you didnt think you were going to make it while you clawed at him, tried kicking him off you. Steve was in a daze, still fighting that compulsion he was under and fight the compulsion of the collar to remember who you were. Brock's face came inches to yours, his palms viciously pressing against your windpipe. “When I’m done with Steve, I promise I will release him so he can remember everything he did to you before he dies.” 

You clawed at his face, dragging your nails over an eye and down his cheek, your other hand a fist that pounded at his arms. This time your struggles were weakening you faster, the Little Wolf struggling to shift but you couldn’t focus enough to allow the change, your vision kept dimming, black and white sparks in your vision. 

This was it, it was your ending and the only thing you found yourself being thankful for was that it wasn’t from Steve’s hand. 

Something happened, a loud crack and Brock suddenly dropped on top of you with a loud scream of pain. Once more you were, now quite painfully, able to breathe again and he pushed off you to whip around, snarling at the intruders. A knife protruded from his shoulder blade that he reached over his head to yank out, screaming. “Get him, get him!” Looking right at Steve, he pointed at the entrance. “Bring me him alive Soldier.” 

Bucky was ready for the onslaught of alphas coming for him and a smaller black wolf took advantage of the distraction to push her way into the surging pack of alphas. They all ignored her to attack the man. They had their orders. She broke free from them and dashed to you while you were still coughing and trying to push yourself up off the floor. The black wolf nudged up under you, taking your weight as you moved up to a kneel. Immediately you recognized Kat, falling against her. “Steve, he’s-” You choked on your words and your hands pressed to your neck, she whined loudly and glanced over your shoulder to the alpha’s. You looked over to see Bucky trying to fight them off, once in a while with use of his metal-plated arm, he was able to wrench a collar off a wolf, stunning them with the sudden freedom. “Kat, get Y/N out of here now!” Bucky yelled, wrenching another alpha free of his restraints. Steve continued pushing through the mass.

His mission- to collect Bucky alive.

Kat whined again, pushing to get you to your feet. You tried to get yourself moving, your body protesting. “Where do you think you are going?” Brock's taunting tone echoed around the two of you and Kat twisted herself in front of you, rage filled at the one who caused all this. 

“Cute, what’s a Beta gonna do when I have control of her Alpha.” He twisted the knife in his hand that he had pulled from his shoulder earlier. “Yeah, I remember you pup, you're from Pierce’s pack, right along with her. Caine wasn’t it? Your new Alpha?” You could see Kat visibily shake at the mention of Caine and you grasped her to pull her towards you. 

“Don’t listen to him!” Your voice is a hoarse whisper now. 

“Come on pup, don’t you want to see him again? Caine!” Brock barked out and you worriedly looked over his shoulder to see a young but massive black wolf break from the pack. Kat whined seeing Caine trotting towards the two of you. 

Bucky could see Steve working his way closer, he had seconds till he would be on him, which is what Bucky wanted ultimately. Of course, the controlled alpha’s coming for him was proving to be an issue. This wasn't a move he could keep up much longer, fighting off the attacking wolves and freeing them from their collars. The one saving grace was that these collars snapped so easily, the metal almost flimsy when he twisted that he was leaving a pile of alphas simply stunned, trying to regain themselves now that they were free of the collar's control. “You know…” He kicked off another while pulling one off his back and yanking her collar off too. “... anytime any of you want to help, feel fucking free to.” 

“Cut them some slack Buck.” A familiar voice sounded near him, several uncollared wolves and people streaming through the compound's door, stunning Bucky for a few moments. “They were under some sort of freaky ass mind control!” Sam came through, wielding a blade in his hand.  

“Christ, am I glad to see you!” Bucky fell back a moment, letting his packmates take over. Clint bounded next to him, brushing up against his leg before he leaped into the mass, tussling with other wolves to subdue them. Natasha nipped at Bucky from the opposite side before she joined Sara in the chaos. 

“And which Buck am I talking to?” Sam pinned down another alpha, swiping a blade along the weak metal, easily cutting through it. Bucky joined him once again, grasping another and twisting the struggling wolf as Sam made the same cut, releasing the beast who shifted to a person, dazed and confused. Behind Sam and Bucky, Sara and Laura started pulling the freed alpha’s out, getting them out of harm's way. 

“The one who is fucking jealous of that dagger you got! And the one who won’t hesitate to kick your ass in front of Sara. How did you get here?” 

“Yeah, then you gotta deal with her.” Sam snapped as he glanced at Steve, whom just reached them and was taking a swing at him. “Fine, I’m talking to Bucky, but that ain’t Steve.” He had to stumble back again out of Steve’s reach. “Redwing tracked Steve and Y/N here, Clint and Natasha confirmed they were inside. How did you get here?” 

“What’s a Redwing?” Bucky ducked Steve’s swing and hit him back. “Sure it’s Steve… he is just fucked up right now. That doesn’t look like the collar I had on either.” Bucky took Steve’s attacks next, the two men wrestling with one another, Bucky trying to pin Steve down. “Also did you forget I was Brock’s fucking slave for the past year? We stayed here plenty of times.” 

Sam made a grab at Steve from behind, getting an elbow to the gut that made him double over. 

“Fuck” Bucky snarled out, catching sight of Brock cornering you and Kat with Caine, he pushed his weight into Steve, making him fall back and making him tumble over Sam. 

Brock could already tell this was a losing fight now, but he wasn’t leaving without taking the one thing he could from Steve. You and Kat both had been backed into a corner, a mass of fighting alpha and other Pack wolves keeping them from being able to get out, not to mention you refused to leave Steve behind. You couldn’t. 

By now you had shifted, the Little Wolf siding with Kat trying to keep Caine at bay. He easily anticipated each of your attacks, the alpha nipping at both of you whenever you two tried to . “Only fair bitch, you killed Alanna.” 

It was a lie, he could care less about Alanna and you knew it. You snapped your fangs at Caine coming close when you saw a flutter of clothing being tossed away. Kat kept behind you, struggling with her impulse to submit to Caine. A large alpha took Brock's place, making you back up further against Kat. Caine paused, ears pricked at Brock. They advanced on you now, making Kat whine and you growl out in a warning. They didn’t pause and there was no way you injured and Kat being manipulated could come out of this fight. 

You bristled in fear and agitation, sinking your fangs into Caine who came closer first, grabbing his foreleg and doing everything to cripple him without outright killing him. It resulted in Brock leaping at Kat and scuffling with her while Caine ripped into your back. 

You were quickly going numb, your energy wearing out when Caine tossed you through the air to land near Brock who pounded into Kat till she scuttled out of his reach, using the distraction you gave being flung. 

Like a lamb for slaughter, Brock turned on you with his tongue rolling over his bloodied muzzle, his wolfish grin menacing. You rolled to your belly, waiting for him to come closer. He might tear you to shreds, but good luck shaking you off his throat if you can get ahold of him. You quivered in anticipation, calculating just when to leap. 

Closer, you could smell the stank of his hot breath coming from his pants, feel the vibrations of his footfalls on the concrete floor, and everything else going on around you sank away. It was all about ending Brock, maybe then the hold on Steve and the other alpha’s would end. 

You never got a chance, a silver arm reached into your line of sight when Brock lunged at you. Instead of ripping into you, fangs snapped against the shielded arm. The sheer force had to break some of the wolf’s teeth, and you scuttled away while Bucky grabbed at Brock. “Don’t you touch my Alpha’s mate!” 

You turned to Caine, who was pinning Kat to the ground with warning growls. She squealed in fear as his fangs hovered over her muzzle, ready to crush her when you challenged him. The big black Alpha let Kat go and turned to you, accepting the challenge of leadership.

Bucky and Brock were powerful forces going around the room, crashing into other wolves the whole time. It wasn’t till Bucky flipped Brock to his back with a slamming force to stun him did he pull out a dagger from the strap on his thigh, plunging the blade in between ribs and into the alpha's lungs, several times. Brock couldn't pull away fast enough from the attack and all his tender places were ripped open. His panicked noises were gargled with fluid, the wolf struggling in Bucky’s hold. His eyes roved around in panic, while Bucky lifted the struggling wolf by his neck, giving a vicious twist to snap his neck and let the body slither back to the floor, no longer a danger. 

Caine was about to attack your broken body again, but he whined in alarm and the wolf was a man once again, looking panicked and lost. You sunk down next to Kat, relieved for the sudden change. Bucky rushed over to you and you cowered next to Kat, half expecting him to attack but Kat leaped at him, weaving around him joyously. “Y/N, come on… it’s time to get out of here. You can trust me.” Bucky knelt next to you, his hands hovering near you to let you sniff him. 

The moment Brock’s neck snapped, the alpha’s stopped fighting, most of them falling into dazes as they shifted from wolves to humans once more, their hands coming up to pull at the collars binding them. They started submitting to the Pack’s wolves attacking them. Sara yipped for everyone to stop. The woman shifted back and carefully kneeled next to one, trying to talk to him. 

Sam had Steve in a locked hold when he felt the man go lax against him. Sam took the moment to pin Steve down, the man looking up at Sam with a clear look of confusion on his face “Sam?” Steve suddenly panted out, almost breathless as a sheen of sweat coated his face. 

“Man is that you?” Sam released him and Steve rolled to a sit, blinking at him, shaking his head to try clearing his mind. “That better be you or else I’m going to have to keep kicking your ass.” 

Steve’s hand pressed to his throbbing head. “What happened?” His hand felt around his neck, grasping at the barbed collar still digging into his neck. “Do you have the knife?” 

“Yeah man, just… Fuck its dug right into you.” Sam cursed as he tried wedging the blade underneath it. “It’s not cutting through.” 

Sam beckoned Sara over. She came over, kneeling next to Steve. 

“I’m glad to see you Alpha.” She said softly, her hand brushing against him while Sam handed her the blade. 

“Start cutting them loose Sara. We gotta get these collars off before they activate or whatever again.” 

Steve was still half in a daze when his hand came up to touch his bonding mark, worry masked his eyes. “Where’s Little One?” Then he started to panic as he tried to reach out for you but there was nothing but emptiness where the bond once was. “Where is Y/N?” 

Sam gave him a confused look. “She’s across the room, you can’t feel her?” 

“No… I- I must have…” He tugged at the collar once more, trying to get himself off the floor to go find you. 

“Must have what? Stay put.” Sam pushed him back down, wrenching his hand off the collar. “Bucky is getting the vibranium. You are gonna tear your neck up if you keep pulling at it” 

Sara frowned as well, trying to make sense of what Steve was saying, when it dawned on her, she gasped lightly, the thought of it making her eyes tear up. “Sam, he broke his bond.” 

“I had too, I couldn’t let Brock have that access to her.” Steve said defeated, more recollection of what happened started to filter back to him. “Oh god… I almost- I almost killed her.” His hands started shaking at the realization of what he had done. 

Sara passed a look with Sam. “Hey, Steve… I'm going to go check on her right now, okay?” She gave him a reassuring smile. “She’s gonna be okay.” 

Steve nodded, a bit lost looking as Sara made her way away from the two Alpha’s, handing the knife off to Natasha while going to look for you. Sam caught Steve’s attention while the Alpha started to look lost again. “Hey, Y/N is a fighter, always have been. Like Sara said, she will be okay.” 

Steve started to push himself up off the ground once more. “I gotta talk to her.” 

“No man, you really don’t. You are in no shape now. Let Sara do her thing, okay. We gotta get this collar off you first and where the fuck is Bucky?” He snapped in agitation, looking around as he kept a hold of Steve, trying to keep him in place. Bucky jogged up when he heard his name, calling Sam’s name. Approaching Steve and Sam, he scowled slightly at the collar. “Vibranium? That knife won’t cut through the collar. But perhaps Tony might be able to extract the collar?” 

Sam was already digging out his phone when Sara started to call him from across the room in a worried tone. “Call Stark, tell him were coming with Steve. Coming!” He pushed Steve firmly to a sit, using a strong Alpha tone to command him. “Dont you move from this spot.” 

Before Sam took off, Bucky walked him a bit away from Sam, studying Steve. “Sam, Y/N, she is bad. We need to get her to a hospital right now.” Bucky’s attention turned back to Sam. “Until we get that collar off him, we probably shouldnt let him near Y/N.” Sam shook his head a bit confused as to why. “Sam, he was this close to killing her like he said. I know he wouldn’t ever harm her, but if he is triggered again with that collar, she is going to be in danger. Brock gave him his mission and that was to kill her.” 

“Okay, okay… stay with him. I'm gonna go talk to Sara and see about getting Y/N out of here until we get this figured out.” Sam sighed with one last look at his Alpha before he split away, leaving Bucky to help Steve.

Sam weaved through freed wolves, seeking out his mate. He could smell her distress already and when he found her, she was kneeling next to you, who was clearly struggling to breath. “Sam, we gotta get her to a doctor, she can't breathe.” 

Sam knelt next to you, your face, neck and chest was starting to darken and swell, but your neck was the worst. Your breathing was coming in fractured wheezes and you couldn't speak anymore. “Sara and Natasha are taking you to a doctor.” Sam turned to look at Sara. “Make up whatever lies you two can think of to get them to treat her. We're taking Steve to Stark to get that collar off. Bucky said until we do, we got to keep them apart.” You clutched at Sam’s hand, wheezing out. It was clear you wanted to know about Steve. Sam squeezed your hand reassuringly. “Tony will have an idea of how to get it off. I will talk to Banner about getting you transferred. But you gotta go with Natasha and Sara now, please. We can’t loose you, Y/N.”  

Sara nodded in understanding, moving to a stand to get you up, Kat on your other side to help you up. “I'm going too.” 

“I need you with me Kat. You gotta help me with these wolves. Don’t worry, Sara and Nat will make sure she is safe.” 

It was so hard to breathe, between Steve, Caine and Brock, your neck felt like you were breathing through a crushed straw. Your voice entirely gone. Sara hovered at your side, leaning down near you. “We’re gonna get you to the hospital now.” Her eyes roved over your neck worried. 

You tried to talk to ask about Steve. You wanted to see him at least to see that he was okay before they took you away. You couldn’t see him in the crowd and that was making you panic. Your wheezing got more violent until you choked in frustration that you couldn’t ask the far more important question. “Calm down, its okay, Y/N.” Sara continued, not picking up what you really needed. Your hands curled in her clothing as she got you to a stand and you shook her, making her really look at you while you mouthed his name. 

“Steve is okay.” Natasha came up on your other side, answering for Sara. “He is with Bucky and Sam will be back to him in a moment.” Your eyes turned grateful to Natasha. You wanted to see him, as the two women led you out another entrance, you started to stall, realizing you weren't being taken to Steve. “Y/N…” Natasha turned on you, trying to maintain calmness. “Listen to me, I know you want to see him, but he still doesn't have the collar off.” 

Sara nodded to affirm. “We just don’t know if seeing you will trigger it again, Y/N. If he attacked you again… It will destroy him knowing already he hurt you this bad.” 

Your eyes glared at Natasha who shrugged at you. “He won't care that it wasn't all him. He will see that and immediately blame himself even if it wasn't his fault.” 

Sara nudged you to keep you moving, the three of you finally moving forward again. Sara had her arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s just a precaution Y/N, as soon as they have him free, he will come find you.” She smiled softly and you took that to heart, this was Steve, you two could work through this together. 

Once they got the collar off him.

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We'll meet again || Loki x Mortal! Fem! Reader

Pairing: Loki x Mortal! Fem! Reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: They meet again in low lights and no tomorrows.

Warnings: mentions of war, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, angst

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War was not pretty. That was something she knew with a deep certainty. ''It was a torment'' she thought as she rinsed the blood off her hands. The red went down the sink's drain, leaving small droplets behind.

The soldiers' cries travelled throughout the hospital to her ears. She let a sigh escape her lips as she studied herself in the mirror. If her father would see her right now, he would say she should put some weight on. She even could picture his voice, raising in octaves with worry. "Oh my, Y/N, you look awful! Have you eaten?"

If she were a liar she would say yes, that she had eaten. Every day, every meal. Never skipping breakfast (it's the most important meal of the day!), but she was no liar. Undoubtedly so. She preferred the brutal truth. And the image starring right back at her was the truth. A rather raw one, but Y/N took things as they were. No sugar coating.

And war was certainly not pretty.

"Nurse Y/N?"

She turned around to the source of the sound and a kind face greeted her, red strands framing it. She wore the same red cross as Y/N did, a tag, a signature. Her frail figure betrayed her mature face. She looked eighteen, at most.

It broke her heart.

"Yes?" she said, forcing a smile.

"Head nurse is calling you into her office."

Walking through the hospital with her head held high was a skill she had mastered. Ignoring the soldiers whistles and cries gave her more stability than acknowledging them ever will. Ignorance is bliss.

If only she could erase some of her hurt too...

She knocked on the slightly ajar door, listening in for a response that came after a few seconds. "Come in!"

The head nurse was a woman in her late fifties who never actually talked about her past. But Y/N didn't actually try to pry either, she understood that there were walls you just can't break down, nor windows to open. She figured that respecting her was enough, even without the friendship she desperately missed these days.

"Oh, nurse Y/N! How have you been doing?" Her smile was warm, but reserved.

"I suppose the same as everyone here." she replied without much further ado.

The other nurse deeply sighed, casting her eyes downwards. "Yes, I understand. These are dark times. Hard ones."

She didn't reply this time, letting the silence speak for itself. The head nurse was pouting her lips, fumbling with her wedding ring. "How's your father?" she eventually asked.

"He's fine. A bit lonely, I reckon. I haven't turned up at home much."

She really didn't. Her nights were spent near hospital beds, tending to wounds and saving lives.

"He must miss you."

"I miss him, too."

The head nurse deeply inhaled, a strand of white hair falling out of the updo and into her eyes. "I think you should go pay a visit at home, nurse. As a goodbye, for now. More of us are needed near Dunkirk." She waited for a reaction and when Y/N's face remained impassible, she added in wavering voice. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart."

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Loki often wondered in times like these why he chose to do what he did. He couldn't say it was because of boredom (Odin knew how much time he spent reading in the Asgardian library, there wasn't enough time as books), but he couldn't say he cared for it either. It just happened to be a solution at the right moment and time. And he may not ever admit it, but mortals could never carry their battles by themselves.

So maybe that was why he found himself looking into a mirror and seeing a captain, in green garments that only kept him warm because they were made of wool.

Wool.

It was what she wore the first time they met. A single red scarf.

She was the reason why he thought of coming back to a Midgard in full blown war. Things piled up and then he was captain, overlooking soldiers and seeing death.

But he still didn't see her.

Tonight was the last night he spent in London before he was departed to Dunkirk, already failing in finding her again. It would had been the fourth time he would had met her. Saying hello's and goodbye's like it was a first time took a toll on him, because everytime he did meet her, she didn't remember him. Memories of them, of kisses shared and love made were erased. And he was back to square zero.

But Y/N always did love him back in the end. Maybe, they were meant to meet again.

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She was slowly packing her things up to go at home. Finally. Just to leave it again the next morning. Life had a funny way of playing around and putting on a show.

Y/N felt a pair of eyes on her and she turned around coming face to face with the young, redheaded nurse, who blushed out of embarrassment. "I'm Sophie." she said.

"Hi, Sophie." smiled Y/N.

"Are you leaving?"

"To Dunkirk."

"Oh. Me too." Her voice was slightly strained. "Some of the nurses who are leaving tomorrow, go to a party tonight. Just a small gathering. There'll be soldiers too."

"One last dance before the inevitable?" replied Y/N, smiling sarcastically.

The young nurse nodded, oblivious to what she just said. "Yes. Are you coming too?"

Y/N wanted to say no, she wasn't coming. She used to love parties, and dancing was always one of her favourite things to do when she was feeling down (for some reason, she always felt she was missing the right partner though), but lately these started to wear down, no joy in them. But then, she took a good look at Sophie. Sophie who was far too young to tend to wounded soldiers. Sophie who probably just finished highschool and wouldn't go to university because these hard times just aren't letting her. Sophie who approached her shyly to invite her to a party because she probably was feeling alone. Sophie who was fidgeting on the spot, her red hair hiding her eyes.

"I'd love to." Y/N replied.

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The dinner had been mostly quiet, just the scraping of knives and forks against plates filled the air. Her father kept briefly watching her, looking at her frail figure. ''You should put some weight on, Y/N.'' he had said. And she discarded his words, getting up and cleaning the dishes.

''I really missed you, little one. You're never home these days.'' Garwin said, his white hair falling into his eyes.

Y/N sighed. ''I know, father. It's not by choice-''

'I know.'' he interrupted her. ''Just know you're still my little girl and I love you very much, even if you're not my blood.''

Her eyes softened and she hugged him. ''I love you, too.''

Her words lingered in the air.

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The fairy lights strewn across the room were flashing ember and there was some band playing in the corner. The trumpet rose up and down in notes and trills. Loki straightened his jacket and entered the room, shielding his eyes with his cap. His lanky legs carried him to the bar, his hands touching the smooth surface of the wood. It smelled like cheap cigarettes and alcohol. It was hard to find anything of quality these times. Money were rare, and so were luxurious goods.

"What can I do for you, sir?" the barman asked. His white, ivory shirt had the cuffs of the sleeves rolled up.

''Just some whiskey on the rocks.'' It wasn't the nectar he usually drank in Asgard, but mortals also had fine things, like the velvety clothes, or wool, or jazz. Or Y/N.

The barman handed Loki his drink and he picked it up. The cold surface made him forget for a moment about tomorrow .The alcohol touched his lips, burning his throat. He turned his back to the bar, leaning on it. The sight of a red dress adorning a familiar body made him choke on the drink. Her hair was pinned up, a red lipstick staining her lips. He wished to taste them, but kept his distance.

Loki put the glass away, straightening his jacket once more. The wool pinched his skin, but he didn't pay it any thought. His mind (and eyes) was on her. Y/N. She was speaking with a petite red-haired girl, her necklace shining under the lights. She was basked in golden light, in the afterglow. She looked like a movie star, Loki thought. One that deserved any minute of screen time.

Inhaling deeply, Loki made the first few steps towards before abruptly stopping. Her head turned around and her eyes wandered through the room before stopping on him. There were dark rings around her eyes, dark circles that told of sleepless nights and tiring days, but her eyes still sparkled like the stars in the inky sky. Her eyebrow lifted questionably and Loki found the courage to approach her.

The band started playing, once again, a sweet, feminine voice softly singing.

We'll meet again

Don't know where, don't know when

Loki took off his cap, slightly bowing before her. ''Miss.'' he said in a greeting.

Her gaze pierced through him, a glint in her eyes. ''Have we met before?''

His lips curled in a lopsided smile. ''Maybe in another life.''

Loki had lived this scene a million times before and not once did it fail to give him a thrilling feeling and rush. His chest fluttered at the sight of her and his cheeks blushed at the thought of her hand in his and her lips against his own. Déjà vu.

''May I have this dance, miss?'' he asked, reaching his hand out.

''You certainly may.'' she replied, smiling.

Her touch sent lightening throughout his whole body. He led her on the dance floor, like he did in the past too. His hand lingered on her back and she brought herself closer to him. Her hair smelled like roses. Loki let the scent envelop him, drinking it in.

Keep smiling through

Just like you always do

Y/N started humming, slow dancing in his arms. Loki fluttered his eyes shut, the song and her perfume washing over him. ''I feel like I know you from somewhere.'' she whispered.

His heart beat against his chest like drums, but he didn't reply, settling on squeezing her hand in his.

''What's your name, sir?''

''Loki.''

She tasted his name on her lips. ''Sounds familiar. I'm Y/N.''

I know. He almost replied that. Almost.

He twirled her around and she laughed, her skirt swishing around like the ocean waves. And suddenly she grew quiet. ''I'm afraid we won't see much of each other soon.'' she said.

Dunkirk. Loki thought about his departure and then looked down at the woman in his arms and his heart grew heavy. ''We have tonight.'' he replied, drawing her closer.

But I know we'll meet again

Some sunny day.

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A/N: sorry for taking so long to write this chapter! This story is very intricate as it demands lots of history research. The song in the title and in the chapter was often played to the soldiers as a way of encouraging and reassuring them that they'll return home. It was a way of saying ''goodbye for now.''

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 20, "Life Goes On"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Thor visits Loki with a proposal. The two escape Asgard with Jane and make their way to Svartalfheim to seek a solution to their problems. Cora readies herself for an impromptu venture to locate her Asgardian relatives and Sif volunteers to accompany her.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: Post-traumatic flashbacks of a car crash; grief

Word Count: 4.5k

Cora bolted upright with a sheen of cold sweat across her brow later that night, her fingers tightly knotted in the bed sheets as her eyes scoured the room, hungrily searching for reassurance that what she'd just re-experienced had truly been inside her head. This time, at least.

She'd been having nightmares of being frozen since her first night's sleep in Asgard and the dream she'd experienced just before waking up from deep freeze had been simply weird, especially considering she couldn't remember most of it now. With Loki's stab at her boxed up trauma last night, however, her brain had taken a break from the claustrophobic, dread-filled experience of being stored in a freezing capsule until her body stopped functioning properly and had wound back to the accident that killed her parents.

Cora flinched as the sound of warping metal rang in her ears, the splintering of wood just as loud as their car wrapped around a tree. They'd hydroplaned from the road and she could still feel the weightlessness, the instant of confusion that drew her away from reality because what was happening no longer felt real. Someone passing by had seen the wreck and gotten her out of the car before she could see what had become of her parents, but she'd since seen pictures from the body identification. She shuddered at the memory, subconsciously rubbing her arm over where it had fractured against the car door.

Making herself drop her hand from her arm, Cora sighed and glanced toward the towering window, where light was beginning to reach intrusive fingers through the panes. Life goes on, she heard her grandmother say sadly in her head and, oh, she knew that to be true. Whether she liked it or not.

Grimacing, she got up and walked to the glass, her arms folded across her chest as she peered up at the sky, her eyes finding the spot where Frigga's celestial essence had mixed in amongst the starlight. The stars were beginning to blend with the morning light and she thought about how, even though she couldn't see them, they would still be there day and night, long after she, herself, passed. Perhaps long enough to outlive Asgard as well. She liked to think that this was the way of all lost loved ones.

Ultimately, Cora gave up on getting any more sleep and just lingering in her room, so she donned a floor-length robe of pale green she found hanging in the armoire, leaving to roam the halls until she found something more productive to do. The palace still looked ransacked, but she could tell some of the staff had begun to clean up the rubble. Some workers must've been brought in as well because the beginnings of new walls where others had been smashed to bits were already being built. Despite the obvious progress, she was more or less alone in the extensive hallways; at least, that's what she thought until she heard a woman's voice coming from down the next corridor.

"Get your hands off me!" she heard the voice demand with irritation and before Cora rounded the corner, she went to that special place in her mind and shifted out of visibility. Once she saw herself disappear, she crept down the hall toward the sound, hurrying along when the voices got less easy to hear. Her robe hem fluttered behind her when she stopped, frowning when she saw two guards at the end of the hall towing along a tinier figure which she soon deduced to be Jane Foster. "What are the charges, huh?!" she challenged them bravely.

"We are under orders from the Allfather. Be silent, mortal," one gritted, trying to maintain his professional air in the face of the hellacious Midgardian woman in his grip.

The two had to drag her into the room, leaving the door ajar, and Cora took the chance to hurry near the door, needing to dodge out of the way of the first guard as he left the room. He paused to wait for his comrade-in-arms and Cora slipped through the open door before the second guard left a still livid Jane in the room, shouting at the door. In her anger, the red light of the Aether flashed in Jane's eyes and because Cora didn't know what it was, she began to think twice about having snuck into the woman's makeshift prison cell for some answers.

In fact, Cora realized she was kind of being a creep. Out of sheer curiosity, she was now stuck in this room whether she wanted to be or not and she hadn't even properly introduced herself to this person yet. Well, this will be interesting…, she thought with a slight wince as she let the field around her drop. "Okay, don't freak out," she quickly said, making the poor girl on the bed startle a few inches off the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry, I just kind of barged in, but… Hi."

"H-Hi," Jane murmured, an uncertain expression upon her face. "You turn invisible? Are you a goddess, too?"

Cora laughed awkwardly and shook her head. "Oh, no. I'm actually from Earth, like you. I just apparently have some Asgardian in my lineage… Way, way back in my lineage…"

"Seriously?" she asked, a small smile curving her lips. "That's so interesting! Then your abilities are genetically traceable… Do your other relatives have powers, too?"

"No, just me. As far as I know, anyway," she replied with a shrug. "If they did, I guess I was the only one who couldn't keep a handle on it."

"I'm sorry, I'm being so rude," she said, a bit flustered. "I'm Jane. And you are…?"

"Cora. It's nice to meet you, Jane. Why did those guards shut you up in here?"

Jane grimaced at the mention of the guards outside, her face spelling out that she thought they were just utter brutes and, now with Frigga gone, she only had love for Thor in this realm. Everyone else seemed to be giving her a rough time of it. "Odin is probably angry because it's my fault that Frigga…" She trailed off and glanced down, a conflicted expression upon her face. "She was just trying to protect me."

"She was trying to protect all of us," Cora said quietly, frowning. "And this isn't your fault." It isn't mine either, but that doesn't stop me from feeling guilty. 

Jane looked up at her and seemed like she really wished she could believe it. "It is. If I hadn't gotten close to that stupid rock tower, the Aether would have never gotten in me and none of this would be happening."

"Aether?"

She nodded a bit gravely. "It's this living substance of power… Kind of hard to explain, it basically latched onto me when I stepped through a rabbit hole during the start of the Convergence and ended up in its hiding place."

"Is that the…well, your eyes went red for a second when those guards were here," Cora finished lamely, sitting down on the edge of the bed with her.

"They did?" she groaned, more agitated than concerned. "I keep having these awful visions… The 'seeing red' cliché has an entirely new meaning to me now."

"Is it ever going to…die or anything?"

"Thor thinks it can be pulled out of me, but Odin disagrees. He doesn't think I'll survive it," Jane said with a fretful grimace. "This has gotten so out of control."

"Is that why Odin's got you on house-arrest in here? Because Thor isn't in agreement with him?"

"Basically. He won't listen to sense and is stuck in his own ways…"

"Sounds like someone else I know," Cora admitted with a grumble, her mind shifting to Loki for a brief few seconds before she made herself drop the thought of him. She was still horribly hurt from what he'd said, even if it was out of grief. Who knew though, maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was how he really felt.

"Yeah? Who?" Jane asked with interest.

Cora weighed her options before asking, "Have you met Thor's brother yet?"

Jane blinked and looked at Cora as if she hadn't seen her clearly before. "Loki? No, and I don't want to either! After what he did to New York, I…," she seethed, shaking her head. "You had to have heard about it, why would you be associating yourself with him?"

"I wasn't present in Midgard when the New York incident happened," Cora explained, taming her mild urge to defend Loki because no matter the part of him she thought she knew, he'd still done those horrible things. The Chitauri had influenced him, but that weight of the guilt still burdened Loki's shoulders, even if he didn't feel it. "I was frozen in a casket in SHIELD's headquarters because the World Security Council was afraid of what I could do. Even though I gave them no reason to be scared of me."

"That's terrible," Jane said with a slight shudder. "Ugh, that's terrifying…"

"It was," Cora agreed with feigned calmness, given that it had leached its way into her already-present nightmares. Now her brain had traumas to choose from after all this.

"If you weren't awake, how do you know who Loki is? Is this not the first time you've been here?"

"It's the first time I've been here, but I met him a while back in our world, before SHIELD took me into custody. He was different then," Cora explained quietly.

"Oh, no."

Cora glanced over, startled and prepared for anything. "What? Are you okay?" she asked hurriedly, thinking maybe the Aether was doing things to her again.

However, Jane seemed absolutely fine apart from a twist of disapproval to her lips. "Oh, I'm fine. It's you that's not fine."

"…Why?" Cora inquired uncertainly.

"Because you totally like him!"

Cora blanched. "Do not!" she argued as a knee-jerk reaction, making Jane laugh while simultaneously looking perplexed.

"You so do!" Jane accused laughingly, but soon sobered and shook her head. "Why though? What the hell could you possibly see in him? He's a monster! Look at what he did to all those people in New York! And to Thor, his mother, father, the little town in New Mexico!" She sighed at the thought. "He's a bad guy, Cora. Messed up, sadistic. I get the impression that you're smart, so don't do something stupid like that."

"It's not like that," Cora said grumpily. "I don't…" But didn't she? Didn't she feel a bit of a spark every time he looked at her? Didn't they understand each other in this weird way very few had ever understood her, at least? Possibly even less with him? Didn't she still go talk to him after everything she'd heard, after every horrifying tidbit of information over what he'd been doing since he'd left her in SHIELD's hands in Arizona? Wouldn't she still go talk to him now, despite the things he'd said to her? "…like him," she finally finished weakly, pursing her lips before letting out a sigh of her own. "Dammit."

"I think we're past that, sweetie," Jane said sympathetically, watching her. "You're in pretty deep. Does he have feelings for you? If he has them at all?"

"Doubt it. He basically accused me of letting Frigga die when I went to make sure he was okay last night," Cora murmured with a tight throat.

Jane gave a slight lift of her shoulders. "Grief makes people do stupid things… It makes people act like something other than themselves. He must've been doing something…well, slightly right if you were able to see something in him to begin with. From what I understand, he reacts in a big way to stuff. Go big or go home, that type of thing."

"He's not great with controlling his emotions, no," Cora murmured. "At least, not always."

"So, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, he probably didn't mean what he said to you. Even Thor was short with me last night after the funeral and a bit before, too."

Cora smiled faintly. "I take it that doesn't really happen."

Jane smiled a bit dreamily and shook her head. "Not so much. But I mean it in the nicest possible way that you could do so much better than that guy, okay? Just keep that in mind."

"Sure," Cora laughed. At Jane's frustrated expression, Cora rephrased, "No, I know you mean it and I mean it, too. I appreciate the concern, thank you."

Slightly mollified, Jane nodded and then turned, crossing her legs pretzel-style on the bed before saying, "Okay, so let's talk like the mortals—or mostly mortals—we are. I'm seriously missing home right now."

When the footsteps first sounded on the top of the stairs, echoes sent down to the dungeon passage, a small sliver of hope entered Loki's consciousness that it would be Cora. He had not slept a moment in the passing night, though he'd largely lost his sense of time while locked in the windowless cell. Images of his mother, of the last time he'd seen her, when he'd put tears in her eyes and yet she'd still found the courage to smile his way, continued to haunt him.

To those had been added childhood memories and Cora's crumpling expression when he'd sent such poisonous words her way the previous night, the overall combination of which had kept him mercilessly awake. Though he couldn't be sure whatever dreams might have been injected into his sleeping mind would have been any less ensconced in misery.

The footsteps were heavy, however, and they were his brother's. Loki recognized that from the second footfall to hit the stone steps and he forced the illusion out from a little keep in his mind, where his mother had led him long ago. Where she'd given him the promise of catching up with his elder brother one day, who was all gold and all promises of love and loyalty from future subjects. Gaining glory and triumph and living up to the expectations of their parents were things Thor had always been capable of doing. Loki had been following at his cloak hem for so long, just trying to keep up, he had forgotten what it was like to live outside another's shadow. His mother had always told him he could, that he would be great in different ways, but great all the same. Cora had been the first to show him he could.

And just look at what you've done to them both, he thought to himself as he solidified the illusion and watched beneath the shield of feigned composure as Thor rounded the corner from the staircase and faced his cell. 

When Loki parted his lips to speak from the opposite wall, his voice was ventriloquized outward to the illusory version of himself at the glass, tall and clean where he was a mess inside and out. "Thor," he said, using a good portion of what was left of his strength to make his tone match the upright, held-together figure facing his brother, "after all this time, now you come to visit me. Why? To gloat? To mock?"

Thor looked toward the illusion tiredly and replied without indulging Loki's jabs in the slightest, "Loki, enough. No more illusions."

Loki was taken aback at first, his brow crimping faintly. Thor never saw through his tricks. Perhaps he was losing his touch in this idiotic state of pain he was in. Smoothing his features before he let the illusion of order and composure fade out, he watched Thor focus on him as he was revealed in all his emotional discord.

"Now you see me, brother," he said quietly as Thor began to slowly move around to the other pane of the cell, feeling a single question burn in his throat that had been resting like a dagger in his heart since the news graced his ears. "Did she suffer?" he asked, barely managing to keep his voice from breaking.

"I do not come here to share in our grief," Thor said firmly as he stopped outside the other side of the cell. "Instead I offer you the chance of a far richer sacrament."

Loki watched him closely, wondering what this could be about. "Go on…"

"I know you seek vengeance as much as I do. You help me escape Asgard and I will grant it to you, vengeance. And afterwards, this cell."

A soft chuckle escaped Loki after a moment at the sheer absurdity of the situation. "You must be truly desperate to come to me for help. What makes you think you can trust me?"

"I don't. Mother did," Thor replied indifferently before looking Loki directly in the eyes. "You should know that when we fought with each other in the past, I did so with the glimmer of hope that my brother was still in there somewhere. That hope no longer exists to protect you. You betray me, and I will kill you."

A trickster's smile spread across Loki's face. Finally, a distraction. A breath of air. Something productive. Vengeance… The word felt like warm honey against his tongue and addled mind. "When do we start?"

"Upon tomorrow's daybreak," Thor replied, glancing at his little brother with a composed expression, even while seeing Loki like this confused and hurt him. Even when Thor had been sure of himself, Loki had always been surer. More loyal and more kind. He'd never realized that about the boy at his side throughout his childhood and adolescence, even into adulthood, until that boy was gone.

Shifting his robe aside, Thor took a bundle from his hip and moved to the panel beside Loki's cell, pressing his palm against it until the golden light faded from the panes. "Do not do anything foolish," he warned Loki before stepping inside over the broken furnishings and scuffs on the floor. Loki watched him enter, but didn't move his gaze from Thor or make any move to rise until Thor held out the bundle to him.

Loki took the bundle, which he found to be clothes wrapped around a few other toiletries and a small portion of food; he grimaced when he realized Thor had half-expected him to be in this state, his gaze moving back to Odin's heir when he sighed, finding Thor's eyes on his bleeding heel. Thor knelt near Loki and pulled a thin roll of bandages from inside his robes, gingerly taking the water canteen from the bundle he'd given Loki and pouring some on the cut.

Loki didn't wince, but his eye twitched faintly at the sting and the reminder of how completely he'd lost control. Thor handed the canteen back and murmured, "Drink. Eat."

"I do not take orders from you," Loki muttered, glancing toward the far wall as his brother began to wrap his foot with more compassion than was due. After a moment, he dropped his pride on the note that the journey they were to take would be taxing and would require his strength. He flipped the cap of the canteen back with a metallic pop and took a long sip, the two existing in silence until Loki broke it once more. "Did she?" he asked softly.

Thor paused heavily in dressing Loki's cut before shaking his head and continuing. "No. She fought until the last. Valiantly."

Loki nodded a little, rolling the canteen between his hands as he stared down at it. There was nothing particularly interesting about the container, but he couldn't look at Thor. "I have something to do before we go."

"You are not the director of this plan," Thor said firmly. "You will not deviate from it, particularly not while we are still in Asgard, do you understand?"

"I understand that our position, yours specifically, is shaky at best. You are committing treason," Loki said calmly back as Thor tied off the bandage. "I am not above remembering the laws. However, I require a few moments of the time betwixt now and our departure."

"What do you intend to do?" Thor asked warily, his tone giving no implications that he would allow whatever Loki wanted to pass. When Loki said nothing, Thor's suspicion grew. "Loki, I will not—"

"I wish to speak with Cora," Loki blurted agitatedly, glancing over at his brother.

Thor looked dumbfounded and had Loki not been so irritated with having to divulge the truth, he might have found humor in it. "Why?"

"I have my reasons," he said quietly.

"Not good enough," Thor replied, watching him.

Feeling the distinct urge to backlash in order to keep them on a common ground at the moment, Loki sneered and looked back at him, muttering, "I was surprised when she was not caged up down here like I am, given her way of tipping the balance of power… I assumed that might be Odin's first order once he discovered her way with your weapon and—"

"I did not tell Father." Loki paused, his argument derailed. When he did not speak out of bewilderment, Thor explained, "I did not see a reason to tell him. Because, yes, she would have been subjected to some form of restraint."

"What compassion drove you to this resolution?"

"She has done nothing wrong. By being what she is," Thor said in a very serious tone and Loki's jaw clenched faintly, knowing that underneath Thor's sentiments for Cora, there was implied—and former—sentiment for him as well. Thor had never treated him like the monster he'd discovered he was and that had not passed over Loki's head. He did not understand Thor's excusal of his Jotun origins, but he did notice it.

Thor looked at him a moment longer before rising, his attention diverting suddenly when the clanking of armored guards was heard from the stairway. He began to look for a way to either incapacitate the guards or regenerate the cell fields before they rounded the corner, but Loki reached up and caught his arm before he could move. Thor went rigid at the unexpected contact, turning to Loki to see the god of mischief with his finger pressed to his lips as he enveloped the cell in illusion once more.

Broken furnishings were righted back into their whole, correct forms, the blood and scuffs on the white floor vanished into nothing, and a less disheveled Loki paced the opening to the cell, which refilled with the golden barriers. Thor remained still as the guards passed, watching from beneath the glimmer of illusion and remembering a time when they would play like this. Loki had always kept him out of trouble when his shenanigans had reached a cresting point, had always shielded him from consequences whenever he'd been able, remembering to tell him how stupid he'd been after they were both safe from reproach.

When the guards left, Loki dropped the illusion and Thor breathed a bit more easily. He did have to wonder though if a speck of that boy he'd grown up loving as his little brother was still inside the distraught man beside him. Somewhere. "Ready yourself," he ordered before going to the hall, where Volstagg had just arrived to confirm their plans.

Sif grimaced a bit as she led the mortal woman down the hall, mollifying only slightly when Thor was in sight because it meant the end of her involvement in this. She would aid Thor until her dying day, if only because they had been through so much together and he was one of her dearest companions, but the sight of his villainous brother at his side sickened her.

There was a time when she'd had little qualm with Loki. In fact, she'd pitied him at times for the large shadow cast by his brother and father that he could never seem to escape. She held no pity for him any longer, however. Thor was a fool for trusting him and when word returned that Loki betrayed him, she would hunt him to the ends of each of the nine realms. There would be nowhere for him to hide.

Loki glanced over when he heard footsteps down the hall, spotting Sif and a tiny brunette in her wake, figuring that must be the Aether-fueled object of his brother's affections. She cocked her head at him and pointed, murmuring faintly, "You're…," and not finishing her statement.

He smirked faintly and noted some of the indifference he might've felt toward her had faded a bit with Thor's admittance the night before, in keeping Cora's special abilities under wraps, so to speak. It had softened him a bit to Thor and even a little to Jane as well, which was dangerous and aggravating. He thought he was being a bit helpful—albeit cocky—when he supplied, "Loki. You may have—"

Before he'd gotten a chance to finish, she slapped him hard across the face and fired back, "That was for New York."

Loki shifted his jaw a little, smirking when he was reminded of Cora hitting him for scaring her on a day which felt so long ago. He glanced at Thor and murmured with a wide grin, "I like her."

The familiar sound of guards and upstart came from the other end of the hall and they all glanced down the passage in unison as Sif said to Thor, "I'll hold them off. Take her."

Thor nodded and murmured a deep-felt thank-you, hurrying away with Jane. As Loki moved to follow, Sif whipped her sword from its sheath and held it against his throat. A chuckle escaped Loki at the fully expected turn of events. "Betray him and I will kill you," Sif enunciated clearly, staring him down even as the sounds of running footsteps heightened.

"It's good to see you, too, Sif," he remarked before going after the quickly leaving pair. Sif rolled her eyes a little before turning on the guards. She incapacitated them swiftly and rather mildly, seeing no reason in hurting any of them. It was shortly after the Dark Elves' ship had been commandeered by the escaping three that Sif ran into Cora, who had come by to see what all the commotion was.

"What the hell is going on?" Cora asked as she looked outside at the black ship sailing away down the side of the BiFrost.

"Treason," Sif commented rather casually before looking over Cora. "You look dressed for travel."

"Yeah. I was hoping to see if I could locate my grandfather actually."

"Ah, you discovered who your relation is?"

"His name is Sindri. And he has a brother—"

"Brokkr, yes," Sif nodded knowingly.

Cora looked surprised, but hopefully so. "You know them?"

"I know their names. They forged Thor and Odin's weapons," Sif explained. "Let us go, then."

"You'll come with me?" Cora asked with the beginnings of a smile.

"Of course," Sif said with a smile. "I daresay Volstagg and Fandral may like to come along as well if they've not been knocked on their backsides… It would be a good time for us to get out of the palace for a while after the morning's excitement."

Next chapter: Chapter 21, "A Fool's Reason"

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