#jake lockley x female!oc

[bit-dodgy-innit]

The More The Merrier - Part One

Set in The Shape of Youniverse

Summary: Doctor Strange’s wedding gift allows you and your husband to fulfill your wildest fantasies 

Pairing: Marc x afab!reader, Steven x afab!reader and Jake x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system 

Word Count: 3.3k 

Rating: Mature (for now!)

CW/TW: Mentions of pregnancy, reader experiences anxiety and mild body insecurity, Marc is ~protective~ and not afraid to threaten violence to protect his fam, discussions of group sex, making out  

A/N: Okay y’all! Everyone loved Group Effort so I thought there was no better way to celebrate 1000 followers than to write a follow up! I am currently burnt to a crisp creatively, HOWEVER I figure if I post what I have so far this lovely community’s support and reactions may just invigorate me to get the rest of this naughtiness out! 

Translations at the end of the fic as usual!

You thought you were dreaming. You must have been, because why else would Doctor Strange be in your living room talking to your husband? The sound of voices had awoken you, and when you saw that Marc’s side of the bed was empty, you followed the hushed but heated voices to their source. 

You could hear Marc insisting lowly, “I told you I can’t…”

“And I told you his new avatar is miss–”

“Honey?” You interrupted, your voice raspy from sleep, “What’s going on?”

You’d rubbed just enough sleep from your eyes to be able to take in the sight before you. Marc, in his pajamas, mid-argument with Doctor Strange, red cape and all. 

You blinked furiously. Up until that very moment, all of Marc’s stories about being the white knight dude–Moon Knight, he told you he’d been called, were just that. Stories. You liked it that way. That way, there was plausible deniability. Seeing him talking to an Avenger in your flat made things startlingly real. 

“Go back to bed sweetheart,” your husband urged you, trying and failing to keep his mounting frustration from bleeding into his tone. 

Like hell you were going back to sleep. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” Marc answered immediately. His pointed look to the Avenger meant that Strange wasn’t going to divulge anything either. 

“Sorry to wake you, Mrs. Spector,” the sorcerer offered instead. 

“I’m not going anywhere until one of you tells me why he’s here in the middle of the night,” you informed both men plainly. It was perplexing to think that the men in charge of your planet’s safety, like Doctor Strange and your husband, were such shit liars.

“It’s Khonshu--” Strange began. 

“He’s retired,” you interjected. Your husband resuming his superhero activities, especially when you’d just found out you were pregnant a few weeks ago, was your worst nightmare. 

“I know,” he assured you, “I had a question for Marc, that’s all.” 

“And I told him that I can’t be involved with any of this shit, in any capacity,” your husband fumed, “Twice now.” 

“Well excuse me,” the sorcerer snarked, “and here I thought you’d become a consultant.” 

You couldn't stifle the giggle that Strange’s comment brought forth. Marc bristled, “Please sweetie, will you wait for me in the bedroom? I’ll show Stephen out.” 

Hearing that your husband was on a first-name basis with an Avenger made your head swim. You nodded, but didn’t completely comply, going only so far as the hallway so you could eavesdrop on them unseen.

“Did I just get you into trouble?” Strange inquired. 

“Yes,” your husband confirmed. “Out of everything wrong with me, her only hang-ups are my ex-wife and the avatar shit, so summon one of those portal things before I have to kick you out myself.” 

“Wow, okay, so Steven’s the one with the manners then,” he noted wryly. 

Marc sighed so deeply you could hear it from across the flat. “How many times do I have to say–”

“Congratulations by the way.” 

Your heart dropped. Did he know? He couldn’t know. You were nowhere near showing, how on earth could he know? Doctor Strange flew and did magic and traversed the multiverse, but there was no way he could tell that you were pregnant, was there?

“I’ll tear you limb from limb and rent your stupid cloak out for birthday parties,” Marc threatened in a snarl, “I didn’t want anyone knowing that we're together, let alone that we’re expecting. If that information leaves your lips, so help me–”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Strange promised him, “though it explains why I can’t convince you.” 

“Use that forgetting spell on yourself,” your husband ordered. 

“I’ll do you one better,” the sorcerer offered, “I’ll put you two under the protection of the London Sanctum. It’ll keep her safe while we sort all of this out…though it’d go a lot quicker if you–”

“Want me to re-introduce you to Jake?” Marc growled. 

Now it was Strange’s turn to sigh. “You realize you don’t have the suit anymore, right?”

“Nunca lo necesité,” the man in question interceded, “Disfrutaría el desafío.”

“You really love her, don’t you?” the Avenger observed. 

“She’s the reason I left Khonshu,” Marc confessed. After observing him so tight-lipped and protective about your relationship to Strange just now, your husband’s candor shocked you. 

“I’d say you traded up,” the sorcerer remarked archly. 

 Marc stood firm. “Yeah, and I’m not looking to downgrade anytime soon.”

“Can’t blame you. Well Marc, it’s always a…time.”

The faint hum of what you assumed was the magic he conjured for the portals Strange used alerted you to scamper back to the bed and dive under the covers, so that when Marc returned you could convincingly feign sleep. Moments later, you felt the mattress dip under his weight and his arms wrap around your waist from behind. 

“Are you mad at me?” came his timid question, murmured into your hair.  

You didn’t open your eyes. “That you told Doctor Strange to fuck off for the sake of our marriage? For our family? No, hun.” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized anyway, “I hate how that this part of my past won’t let me go.” 

“This wasn’t your fault and you didn't get involved,” you pointed out, implicitly urging him to let it go. “Can we go back to sleep? Need to rest up for my inevitable morning vomit sesh.” 

Marc held your tighter and pressed a kiss to a notch of your spine. “‘Course baby.”

You weren’t exactly proud of how quick you were to brush the encounter off, but being a newlywed and a surprise pregnancy meant you had enough on your plate. There wasn’t any mental or emotional space to entertain the thought of your ex-avatar husband having to risk his life to ensure your, your unborn baby, and Earth’s safety, because if you did, the Hulk would look like a teddy bear in comparison to the state it’d send you in.  

Luckily, Marc was even better at sweeping uncomfortable moments under the rug than you were. You didn’t give the late-night meeting with Doctor Strange a second thought until a few weeks later when you glimpsed a headline about another global calamity averted emblazoned across a fellow Tube passenger’s copy of The Guardian. Your first trimester made you incredibly motion sick, so you had to look away and deep breathe at once, since the last thing anyone wanted on their morning commute was a woman spewing all over the car. 

Work served as the perfect distraction, until you received a particularly cryptic and distressing text from your husband mid-afternoon.

From: Hubby 

Can you come home please? 

From me:

Now? Are you alright?!

From Hubby: 

Yes, I’m fine. Just need you to come home right away. 

You huffed. That answered absolutely nothing and only made you more anxious. The periods at the ends of his sentences were a dead giveaway as to which alter you were texting with, so you pressed: 

From me:

What’s wrong Marc? 

From Hubby:

Everything’s fine, I promise. 

From me: 

Are you sick? 

The three dots appeared that he was typing, but you’d already sprung from your desk chair at that point. You hurried over to a superior’s office to let them know you were leaving early, claiming a spousal emergency, and you didn’t even wait for a proper response from your boss before you returned to your office, collected your things, and dashed for the door. 

From me: 

Just told Graham I’m heading home. I’ll be there soon!! Do I need to call 999? Harry? Dr. Moorhead???? 

Marc never asked for help. He'd rather eat all ten toes. It was a point of contention in your relationship, something you were working through, so the fact he’d texted you in the middle of the afternoon asking you to come home freaked you the fuck out. You’d just gotten into a taxi - it’d be faster than the Tube this time of day - when he finally responded. 

From Hubby:

No. See you soon. 

You slammed your fist, still wrapped around the rectangle of your phone, down against the upholstered seat in the cab. If Marc was alive when you got home, you were going to kill him. 

After one of the most fraught cab rides of your life, you breathlessly burst through the door of your flat. “MARC?! Jake?! Steven?! You okay?” 

Your husband sat on the couch, appearing to be perfectly well. “Hi baby.” 

You rushed to him, instantly putting the back of your hand to his forehead to check his temperature. “What’s wrong? God, would it kill you to tell me what’s going on? I nearly gave myself an ulcer on the way here.” 

Marc caught your hand and brought your palm to his lips, murmuring “I’m sorry” into the skin there.

“Is someone going to tell me what the fuck is happening here?” you demanded. 

“It’s okay, everything’s okay baby,” he tried to soothe you. 

“Then why did you send me those vague bloody texts telling me to come home ASAP?” 

A sound from the bedroom momentarily distracted you before Marc captured your other hand in his grasp and gently tugged you to take a seat next to him. He continued to apologize, “I’m sorry, so sorry baby. We didn’t know how else to do it, plus we wanted it to be a surprise.”

You regarded him warily. “For what to be a surprise?” 

“Remember when Stephen – well, Doctor Strange came here?” 

“Of course I do.” 

“Well, he um…he knew you were pregnant–I didn’t tell him, he just…I don’t know he mystically sensed it or something–and he felt bad about implicating you in our business. I ended up helping him–nothing really, just told him some stuff he wanted to know about my time as Khonshu’s avatar, and he wanted to thank me–well us, I guess? He said to consider it a belated wedding or early–”

“Ay…I think I’ve missed a birthday with how long you’re taking!” 

This was it. Forget your husband’s mental health struggles, you’d officially had a psychotic break. Because Jake had interrupted your conversation by walking into the room. In a separate body. 

“Fucking hell!! You couldn’t wait thirty more seconds?!” Marc snapped at him. 

Thank goodness you were already sitting down. The room swam. Your husband – wait, husbands?-- kept bickering with each other while you stared at them, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. 

“No voy a perder otro segundo teniendo que escucharte un parloteo. No tenemos todo el día aquí.”

“What the fuck is going on?” you asked yourself in an awestruck whisper. 

“Honey?” Marc turned to you, “you’re okay.”

“Todo esta bien,” Jake added, rushing to your other side. 

You were grateful that there were two of them, otherwise you would’ve collapsed. The thought made you laugh. Wow, you’d lost your mind with a stunning efficiency it seemed. 

“Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Marc’s eyes searched yours, desperate for you to focus. 

“Uh huh.” 

“What este pendejo was trying to say,” Jake interjected, “is that el doctor did a spell where we all get our own body for twenty-four hours.” 

“He can do that?” It was a stupid question, given that you were surrounded by two of your husbands, but your brain was all but fried. 

“See! This is why I wanted to do it like this! We needed to ease her in!!” Marc lamented. 

“Where’s Steven?” you asked. He had to be here somewhere too, right? 

“You can come out now!” Marc hollered toward the kitchen, and lo and behold, the last third of your husband shuffled into view, complete with his individual body as well.  

“Why am I always the only one who follows the plan?” Steven complained, then after taking one look at your ashen face, joined his counterparts tending to you. “Oh darling, are you alright? Sorry, I know this all must come as a terrible shock. You want me to put the kettle on? Make you a cuppa?”

“The only thing that could help me right now is a stiff drink, which I obviously can’t have because of…” you trailed off and gestured to your midsection. 

“Right, sorry. Marc and I wanted to do this differently, but leave it to Jake to muck things up, as per usual,” he groused. 

“Oye, vete a la mierda pequeño–”

Marc tried to stop them. “Shut up, both of you, this isn’t hel–”

“Oh my God is this what the inside of your head is like?” you wondered aloud, unable to squash a delirious chuckle. 

“Yes,” Steven confirmed, trying to maintain composure, “a small sampling of it, I’m afraid.” 

Your chuckling escalated to full-on unhinged laughter. What else were you to do when each of your husbands were given their own body and argued in front of you?

“Am I high? Or at the very least awake?” 

“No and yes,” Marc replied. 

“So this is why I had to come home early,” you surmised. 

“Sí, we only have twenty-four hours, and we weren’t going to waste anymore on waiting when we could–”

“We could what?” 

“Well, with the baby coming, naturally our sex life is going to take a hit,” Marc said, “so, this seemed like a perfect, one-in-a-lifetime opportunity to um…fulfill some fantasies.”

“You faked an emergency and made me ditch work so we could all have group sex?” 

Steven groaned, “It sounds so tawdry when you put it like that.” 

Marc buried his head in his hands, but Jake puffed up his chest. “Por qué no? Vas a trabajar cada día, ¡pero tal vez nunca volvamos a estar así!”

“No one is touching me…” you protested, heaving a labored breath as overwhelmed tears brimmed in your eyes. “No one is touching me until you all apologize! Properly! You scared the shit out of me just now! You can’t…you can't keep me in the dark like that…I can’t take the stress between your past and the baby and work…it’s too much! So guess what? The last thing I want to do right now is have sex!” 

Three flummoxed faces of concern stared back at you as they each realized they’d severely miscalculated the reveal. Apparently you looked so pathetic it dispelled any of their urges to argue about it, the reminder that you were pregnant seemingly enough to shut them up and send them straight to contrition. Plus, they were probably still hopeful they could get some action later if they apologized right away. 

“I’m sorry baby,” Marc began, pulling you to his chest, “We wanted this to be fun, but…”

“Somos estúpidos,” Jake finished for him, “Even with separate bodies, we all think with the head between our legs.”   

Steven spoke next, “Take all the time you need, my love. We don’t even have to…do anything naughty. We just want to be with you like…as…as us.” 

“Uh, no. We have to fuck,” Jake disagreed. 

Before you could snipe back at Jake, you remembered something Marc had told you about the last time they were separated. Their entire journey through the Duat, Jake had been trapped in a sarcophagus. Despite being married to them, you couldn’t begin to imagine what it would be like to share your body, your life, with two other people the way they did. 

So of course having a body of your own, especially if there was a clock on it, would be a momentous occasion, and it warmed your heart in a funny, roundabout way that Jake wanted to share this precious time with you as intimately as possible. 

Therefore, you found yourself cackling at his remark. The three of them watched you dumbstruck. 

“I think we broke her,” Marc muttered under his breath. 

When you finally regained your breath and a modicum of your senses back, you proposed, “How about this…we make an early dinner to fuel up for um…the night ahead, shall we say? It’ll give me some time to adjust. Deal?”

It took about an hour, but you did calibrate to having multiple husbands in your flat. Jake and Marc were parked on the couch flipping between games on the telly and arguing over scores, players, and stats while Steven and you camped in the kitchen. 

Steven had volunteered to make dinner, and you instantly offered to assist him, figuring that keeping your hands busy would help quiet your racing mind. The pair of you chopped vegetables and, in everyone but Steven’s case, chicken, to make a soup that would be hearty enough to sustain any physical exertion later but light enough so as not to hinder it. 

“This is bizarre, innit?” Steven asked while he stirred the broth. 

“Bizarre doesn't even begin to cover it,” you confessed. “I mean, I know crazy superhero magic shit like this happens, but never to me.”

“When Marc first told me he served Khonshu, I thought it was the stupidest thing I’d ever heard.” 

You laughed at Steven’s frankness. “I love you.” 

“Love you too,” he echoed, his face splitting into a beatific grin. The two of you leaned across the stove to kiss each other. Neither of you hurried to break it. In fact, Steven slipped his tongue between the seam of your lips, while you turned to wrap your arms around him properly. 

You nearly forgot the other two men were there until you were both startled apart by Jake whistling and crowing, “Ey! Save it for later!” 

“Entonces vas a ayudarnos con la comida?” you shot back at him without any real heat.  

Several moments transpired while you ate in which you lapsed into an astonished silence. Though you were no stranger to your husband being co-conscious, there was something even more wondrous about all three of them having to interrupt each other to speak, though despite their separate bodies, each man tended to talk over the other still. 

Marc and Jake were put on cleanup duty, and Steven captured you in his arms once again. He dotted kisses from your clavicle, up the length of your neck, culminating at the extra sensitive spot behind your right ear. “How do you want to do this?” 

You mewled at the pressure of his lips on your skin. “Mmmm, I wanna take a shower and primp a bit. Marc had a point earlier, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, might as well make the most of it, right?” 

“Whatever you want,” he rumbled into your ear. You could feel Steven’s cock stir as he pressed himself into you. 

A devilish smirk danced across your lips. “Wanna look extra fuckable for all of you.” 

“Bloody hell, babe,” Steven’s hips stuttered against your leg. He leaned in to kiss you more, but you dodged him, instead scampering away toward the bathroom and throwing a cheeky look over your shoulder. 

Beyond the fact that you knew that Jake would want to fuck you in the ass and you needed to prepare accordingly, it occurred to you that your insistence on getting dolled up was just as much for your benefit as it was for your partners. You were about to be more vulnerable than you’d ever been in a sexual situation, and though it was with the people you loved and trusted most in the world, sometimes confidence was best found from the outside-in. So you shaved your legs, styled your hair, made up your face, and slipped into the lingerie that you’d grabbed from your dresser before you retreated into the en-suite. 

You examined the finished product of your efforts in the mirror. Your bump wasn’t quite a bump yet at just over twelve weeks, you just looked perennially bloated. You tried to smooth the frown from your face, reminding yourself that you weren’t fat, but instead growing a little life inside of you, the culmination of you and your husband’s love. Nevertheless, you adjusted the straps of the microscopic thong you’d squeezed yourself into to try and create a more flattering shape. After fluffing your hair one more time, you decided you were as ready as you’d ever be.

READ PART TWO 

A/N: Eh? We like? Y’all are always so encouraging but if you feel compelled to leave any feedback I could really use it this time around!!! 

Translations:

Nunca lo necesité - I never needed it

Disfrutaría el desafío - I will enjoy the challenge

No voy a perder otro segundo teniendo que escucharte un parloteo. No tenemos todo el día aquí - I'm not going to waste another second having to listen to you babble. We don't have all day here

Todo esta bien - Everything is ok

Este pendejo - This asshole

Oye, vete a la mierda pequeño - Hey, look here you little shit

Por qué no? Vas a trabajar cada día, ¡pero tal vez nunca volvamos a estar así! - Why not? You go to work every day, but we may never be like this again!

Somos estupidos - We’re stupid

Entonces vas a ayudarnos con la comida - Then are you going to help us with the food?

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The Blood Lake

Chapter Three

A second chance. Violence.

Previous ~~ Next

Masterlist

Marc did something stupid.

Chasina hummed to herself as she stepped over the threshold of her cabin, symbols lighting up all over her walls. She watched each one fade into nothing as she closed the door behind her. One symbol was still glowing when she turned back to her wall and she frowned, walking closer to it. Intruder. She pulled her mask back over her head and pulled her sword free. Her other hand began to glow and the energy once again spiked from her hand to the ground, creating a perfect image in her mind of her surroundings. The silhouette of Moon Knight came into her ‘vision’ and she sighed.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, not bothering to ask how he found her after him learning who she was.

“You threatened me last time I saw you. And right after I rescued you.” His voice was harsher than usual and she rolled her eyes. “I can’t let you arrest me. I’ll be executed and I can’t let that happen, I can’t let what I’m trying to do fail.”

“You sound exactly like Harrow, you realise that? You’re not going to make the world better, you’re going to destroy it.” Her voice was softer than she expected and it made him stumble back.

“I am nothing like Harrow. He wants to cleanse the world. We’re trying to fix it.” He hissed, though his voice sounded different. Chasina removed her mask, putting the sword back in her scabbard. He appeared to have changed, his posture was less certain, his hands were fidgeting, his gaze was darting across the room.

“Leave. This is the only time I will ask. If I have to ask again, I will be taking you down and taking you in. You get one chance to go peacefully, because I really don’t want to have to clean blood off my floor and my walls, and I feel that something has changed in the last sixty seconds.” The masked man nodded, vanishing and she frowned at his retreating figure. Something had definitely changed.

“Look, Steven, you can’t take over like that. We should’ve taken out the threat there and then.” Marc hissed at his reflection in the lake. Steven was glowering at him and Jake was shaking his head with barely constrained laughter. We were at her home, Marc. Did you not see all the symbols on the walls when she stepped through the door? We would’ve been obliterated. Steven argued. He’s right. She’d have killed us if we didn’t back down, and we know for a fact that you wouldn’t have backed down. Marc glared at them both, crouching down closer to the water. “We can’t fix this doomed world if she doesn’t give us space to do that and she insists on stop-” Marc. You’re the one who was taken aback by her softness and gave enough space for Steven to take over. Jake interrupted, a shiteating grin spreading across his face. Marc’s glare somehow got even deeper. Steven shrugged. The real question is why did she let us go? Marc hesitated. “It doesn’t matter. We’re behind schedule.” He huffed, reforming his armour around his body, setting off deeper into the forest.

Jake was in control by the time they arrived at the sorceress’s hut. He knocked once, twice, three times on the old wooden structure and the door swung open, revealing the woman he’d met in a tavern a long time ago.

“It’s really you… I didn’t think you were ever coming.” Sabrina whispered. She cleared her throat and stepped back, letting him in and he smiled under the mask. “How have you lived this long?”

“I’m lucky.” She nodded, tongue darting out to wet her lips as she glanced to the side behind him. His eyes narrowed but he said nothing. “Do you have it?” He asked, brushing past her and her breath hitched in her throat as his mask vanished.

“Oh! Of course! I said I’d hold onto it for you.” She stumbled over her words and her feet as she rushed to find the jewel he had been looking for. “The only true blood diamond that was owned by the Wild Hunt.” She confirmed as she passed it to him. “So, is that all you came for?” She asked and he shook his head absentmindedly, examining the diamond. “I’m so sorry.” She whispered, stepping back as she created a portal and he sighed, tucking the diamond into his sleeve.

“No, Sabrina, you’re not. But you’re about to be.” Jake said, turning to face her with a disapproving frown plastered on his face. He pulled the crescent shape blade loose from the chest piece of his armour and he was in front of her before she could step into the portal, slashing her cheek. She cried out, dropping to the floor in shock as she clutched at her face. He chuckled, almost enjoying seeing her beneath him. “Unfortunately, Sabrina, sorceresses are part of the plague that is destroying this world, as you just proved. We were just having a friendly exchange and you threatened me.” He tutted, crouching down to eye level. “Why did you have to do that, Sabrina?” She stifled a sob as she tried to scurry away from him, footsteps running into the hut and Jake sighed again. “What a pity.” He stood, stamping on her ankle to still her as she screamed in pain and he turned to see three village boys. “We don’t have to do this.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. “I’m just here for the sorceress.”

“You can’t hurt her and get away with it!” The bravest of the lads said, his voice shaking. Jake chuckled, unaware of Sabrina reaching for something and tapping a symbol on the floor.

“Let’s get this over with, boys.”

Chasina sprinted through the forest, not having bothered with her mask. She ran as fast as she could, ignoring the howls surrounding her. The light of the full moon lit her way as she tore through the undergrowth, clearing a lake with a single jump. By the time she made it to the hut, there were three dead men, a portal flickering, Sabrina on the floor, and Moon Knight, unmasked. Her eyes narrowed.

“Back away from her.” His shoulders tensed, turning to face her with shock written across his features clear as day. She blinked, not having expected the face that she saw looking back at her.

“I wouldn’t step any closer unless you want to die, parajito.” the man snapped. His voice was different, a look of calculated cruelty in his eyes that would’ve scared her on a more dangerous man. Chasina tilted her head, taking another step forward.

“Let Sabrina go.” Her voice was empty as she pulled her sword free and manoeuvred until she was between him and the sorceress. He watched every move she made, trying to figure out what she would do next as the tip of her sword pressed against the underside of his chin.

“¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte?” He whispered, a dangerous glint in his eyes. She narrowed her gaze as Sabrina began to crawl towards the portal.

“No. But I am distracting you, aren’t I?” Chasina asked with a small smile as she realised his breathing pattern had changed, ever so slightly. The portal fizzed shut and the smile dropped as she picked up her foot and slammed it into his knee.

“Fuck!” The tip of her sword nicked his chin as he stumbled back, dropping his leg out from under him. “That’s not fair, parajito.” He snapped. Chasina shrugged, moving her sword into a defensive hold as she watched him regain his balance.

“All is fair in war, Moon Knight.”

“I think you forget part of that phrase on purpose, parajito.” He lunged, slamming his elbow into her wrist and her sword slipped from her grasp. He threw punch after punch, all of which Chasina evaded as though she was stepping through a dance. How many times have we done this? Steven wondered. Too many. End the threat. Marc snapped and Jake rolled his eyes. Chasina hesitated for a split second but it was long enough. A blow caught the centre of her chest and she flew backwards, coughing and wheezing. Before she could stand his fingers were wrapped around her throat, lifting her into the air and slamming her against the wall. “Hoy te toca perder.” He whispered.

Chasina stared at him, golden defiance burning in her eyes. Jake stared back, entranced by the change in colour, as her fingers inched closer to his hand even as her lungs began to burn. Jake. Jake watch o- Chasina smiled, gripping his wrist as her hand began to glow and heat poured from her skin to his. He shrieked in pain, letting go of her and she smiled as she landed on her feet. Before he could recover she drew a quick symbol in the air that he didn’t recognise and he found it was impossible to move.

“I’ve never lost to you. And I don’t intend to start now.” She whispered, binding him and lifting him as though he weighed nothing. Her fingers pressed into his neck and his vision turned dark.

“Fuck!” Marc mumbled as he woke up, surrounded by 3 grey walls and a metal door. “Fuck!” He yelled, making everyone else in the cell turn to him in displeasure.

“Shut it, or the guard’ll come back and take our food from us.” One of them hissed and Marc glared at him.

“That won’t be my problem for long.” Marc grumbled, analysing the structure of the cell as he began to pace.

~~

Translation - ¿Estás tratando de obtener una reacción de mi parte? - are you trying get a reaction out of me?

Parajito - little bird

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[eloisegrant]

We need Another Deity

A/N: Okay, so this story is based on Filipino mythology because I fell down a wormhole surrounding Moon deities. Also I have Filipina heritage so this is very close to me. Would kill to see more superhero characters from less popular countries, some fun. And After re-watching Khonshu’s stoning scene, this concept popped in my head because it seemed to be a cool concept for all mythologies to have common ground.

Background information: Reader takes form of the Philippine deity, Mayari Halla (last name taken from her father, God of all Gods ‘Bathala’), she also has a brother called “Apolaki”, God of the Sun. She is the Goddess of the Moon, Strength, War, Beauty (among other things). Also she’s blinded on one eye due to a civil war between her and her brother.

Summary: This story takes place in the MoonKnight timeline once Khonshu is trapped in stone. Steven alerts Marc at once, causing them to reach out to the only individual who can help, a Goddess herself.

Warnings: none necessarily, bit of fluff and violence

Marc was at a lost for words. Why did the big bird find it necessary to escalate this far? Steven should’ve known better, yet unfortunately, here they were.

So as Marc rummages through the hotel room, constantly stuffing the luggage as quickly as possible. Steven intervenes through the reflection on the broken mirror, “Could you just let me know who exactly we’re getting?” Steven’s voice was nervous.

“Khonshu talked about another deity…” Marc continues packing up, looking for his passport and clothes for the trip, “One capable of persuading the Egyptian gods and goddesses; at least that's how he put it.” Steven scrunches his nose confused with who they were going to fetch.

“And where exactly is this other deity?” He glances back at Steven in the mirror, as he places the luggage in his hands.

“Manila.” Marc laments, putting his dark blue cap, wiping away smudges of dirt on his face as he looks in the mirror.

“Excuse me? Manila? Ammit could be released any second!” Steven panics.

“Without Khonshu, there’s no suit. No suit, no me and you. And whoever else is up there.” Marc explains to Steven, “So we need to hurry.” Marc glances down his phone, seeing the flight to Manila was leaving in 45 minutes.

Without hesitation, he gets out of the hotel, hailing a taxi in one raise of the hand. He needed to get to Manila, look for this deity and convince them to help him. He wasn’t even sure who this deity was, all Khonshu gave him was a name and some stories.

-

“There’s another one?” Marc fixes his shirt over his head, the previous mission ruined his favourite jacket so he needed to change.

Khonshu, standing over him, answers, “Yes. Mayari, beauty and terror wrapped into the ideology of the moon.”

“And you said she’s half blind?” Marc asks to keep the ball rolling.

“Her brother was a treacherous man, he changed once he saw the pain he had inflicted her with.” Khonshu moves a hand and balances on his staff.

“Sounds like a good family.” Marc vocally says but internally he thought they were crazy.

-

As Marc entered the plane, all he could do was wait. Wait for Manila. Wait till Mayari. But a man in this position didn’t have enough time to wait, they were in desperate need of a literal hero.

———>Metro Manila, Philippines

Exiting the facade of the Philippine airport, Marc is met with Steven’s reflection against the shiny metallic pillars, “How are we going to find her here?” Marc pushes back his curly locks away from his face, adjusting his glasses.

“I may know a guy.” As Marc walks through the exterior of the airport, a fully bearded man holding up the sign M.K. caught his attention. Once they met each other's gaze Marc moved to his direction.

The man greets him with a smile, “You’re Khonshu’s avatar, I presume. My name is Antonito, I am the servant to the Halla family.” He grabs Marc’s luggage and brings it over to a pearl white Land Cruiser parked on the side of the road.

“When word of Khonshu getting stoned came, not all the deities were informed. It was only a matter of time until you reached us.” Antonito prompts Marc to sit on the passenger’s seat as he maneuvers to the driver's seat.

“I wouldn’t have reached out if it wasn’t absolutely necessary.” Marc adjusts his hips as the car begins to move, “Khonshu’s methods are becoming a bit extreme.”

“I must let you know Mayari may be kind and pleasant. But she is also unsure of most things. You must convince her that the tomb of Ammit is in real danger of being exposed.” Antonito bustles through the busy streets of Manila. Marc nods as a response and glances at Steven in the rearview mirror, “Mayari?” He mouths to Marc who ignores his voice. He didn’t need to concern this man with his condition.

As the roads eventually turned into more residential ones, Antonito turned to the right through curved and unpaved roads. Marc clutches his seatbelt, cursing Khonshu for having made a decision without even thinking about the consequences.

About five minutes later, they reach a tall gate, the words Halla encrypted in golden metallic styles.

The sight was incredible, the gates opened to a garden of Eden, trees filled with fruits and bearing flowers. It seemed to be entirely picturesque, like a piece of heaven on earth. As they went further in, people by the hundred surrounded the tall white facade of the mansion in the middle of this heavenly parade.

“The Hallas are having a party.” Antonito turns the car to one of the many parking slots, “It would be intimate, you know what they say… big parties are the most intimate places.” He backs up to the parking easily, turning the car off before letting Marc hop-off next. As Marc closes the car’s door Steven’s reflection comes to ask more questions, “I’m sorry but is the deity we are about to meet Mayari the Philippine Goddess of War, the Moon and so much more?” He asks kind of giddish in a way.

“Don’t tell me you know Philippine Mythology too.” Marc shakes his head at his reflection.

“You kind of get pulled into it a bit when you study history.” Steven mentally pats himself on the back, gaining a not shocked expression on Marc’s face.

He gets pulled out of his mind when Antonito opens the trunk of the land cruiser, handing him a bagged up suit. “Meeting the Gods and Goddesses of our country means looking the part.” He hands Marc the bag, as if to automatically ask him to put the suit on. First, he hesitates, but eventually caves in since the man did have a point. Antonito makes his way to the house as Marc tries his best to be inconspicuous, changing outside of the car.

Once all dressed, he takes a good look at his reflection on the now dimming sky’s reflection on the car. “We look dapper.” Steven admires his own reflection as Marc nods in agreement, “Showtime.”

Entering the mansion, a butler opens the house to expose a facade that appeared much bigger that what it let on outside. He fixes his tie and tuxedo, glancing around to find where the Goddess Mayari was.

There!

Steven’s voice echoes in Marc’s ears as his body is directed to the woman leaning by the staircase in a glowy blue gown, hair draped ever so slightly in a bun with a few strands out to frame her face.

“You sure?” Marc whispers to himself.

Yes. 100% positive.

Marc grabs a drink from one of the waiters and asks Steven one more time, “How do you know? I don’t just wanna approach a woman randomly.”

The eyes. Mayari lost one of her eyes and that gorgeous woman over there has the exact depiction.

Marc was trying to convince himself that what Steven was suggesting was enough, but he had no time to banter and just walked up the stairs to meet the mystery woman by the staircase.

It didn’t take Mayari long enough to notice this olive-skinned man approaching her slowly and nervously.

So she starts to speak to him, “Why hello, handsome.” stepping down to meet Marc by her chest as he looks up to her. He grabs her hand and kisses it slowly, “I have never seen you around.” He gets a better glance at her eyes, one was beautifully deep chocolate while the other was an icy white

“First time here.” He steps up to meet her gaze as she looks him up and down as if he was a slab of meat. Mayari was known as the Goddess of a lot of things, one of which being beauty, and Marc looked very beautiful in his attire.

“I’m sorry but I’m here on business.” He catches on with how Mayari was slowly examining his physique, though she was an ethereal character, they didn’t have much time.

“I see.” She bows her head down and lifts one hand to Marc’s temples, confusing him. She just wanted to read his mind, trying to understand what his purpose was without having the stress of verbally communicating. As if lightning, 3 seconds and she already had the full story.

“My my… what has Khonshu done this time…” She gulps the drink in her hand, earning a relieved sigh from Marc’s lips, he didn’t have to explain anything like Antonito said. She grabs Marc’s hand and escorts him up the stairs to a more private and less noisy ground. Leading him into a room by the right wing which opened up to a massive dome shaped room filled with artifacts, armory and even its own coffee maker. Nice. He thought to himself.

Mayari began to speak once the door was shut, “When the night sky turned back to 2,000 years I thought it was a practical joke.” She moves to Marc, “It appears Ammit has tainted someone so desperately it drove Khonshu to madness.” She looks up at Marc who nods and shares what he needs.

“I wouldn’t have gone here if it wasn’t this-” Marc is cut off by Steven’s reflection roaming around Mayari’s hall of weaponry.

Mayari notices Marc’s glances behind her and looks, spotting Steven at a glance, “Appears like your mind is crowded.” She smiles back at Marc.

“Y-yeah…” He breathes out, causing Mayari to put her hand on his shoulder.

“He seems to like my things.” She looks at Steven who was gasping at the bolos in racks.

Marc shakes his head and chuckles, but gets back to the point of all this, “I need your help.” He clasps his hands into one another.

Mayari tilts her head and looks at Marc, “To bring Khonshu back?” She genuinely asks.

“Yes… No Khonshu means I can’t fight back… Which means, Ammit could be released.” He admits, making the woman tightly smile and nod in agreement.

She moves past Marc and changes as if in a blink of an eye, “Where do we start?” Mayari, now in casual attire, ties her hair and has both her eyes, instead of one.

Marc recalls what Steven said about her eye and couldn’t help but question it, “Um, how did your eye get better?” He asks.

“It’s already healed.” She walks towards Marc, “Whenever I have meetings or fights, I make it appear as the iconic look it has been for the past millennia.” She grabs a backpack with a swoosh of hand, as if she was ready to leave the house. Marc was sort of confused but let it slide but Steven was fangirling inside him.

“Not now.” Marc speaks to himself.

Marc just let me have the body on the way back and I promise.

Mayari laughs at Marc’s adorable banter to himself which makes her wonder why he was being so mean to the double in his mind, “I’d like to meet him.” She comments in the midst of Marc’s words.

“You do?” Marc raises his eyebrows as if to say no fucking way you do. But alas, Mayari nods in the most sweet and genuine way imaginable. Making Marc look at himself in the mirror, “Go ahead.” He allows Steven to front.

As soon as Steven turns around, he is met with Mayari and this makes him leap in excitement, “Is it true? That stuff about your eye?” He immediately asks.

“Ah yes… Well, I did truly get it from Apolaki.” She eyes him, “But when it healed, I decided the look was so badass, I made it stick. Plus, all my paintings are in that image.” Steven smiles softly at the thought of Mayari doing that for aesthetic purposes but it was something a Goddess of beauty would probably do. He didn’t even realize that he was staring at her with the biggest awestruck look until Marc’s voice echoed.

Hey, Loverboy. Remember. Egypt. Khonshu.

“Sorry, sorry” Steven stutters, “It’s just that… You truly are the Goddess of beauty.” His words make Mayari blush, he was quite a charmer.

“Please don’t forget, I am the Goddess of War, too. Amongst other things.” She prompts her walk towards the door, causing Steven to follow suit. “Now, let’s go to Cairo shall we?” Her hand reaches out to the body Steven was fronting but before anything, an abrupt knock disturbs them.

Mayari sighs and turns away from Steven, promptly letting his hand go. Steven was enamored at the thought that a Goddess like Mayari held him.

To Mayari’s demise, it was Apolaki, drunk out of his mind knocking on the door. “Hello sistaa-“ His words were slurred but he maintained composure as he leaned on the doorframe.

“Hello Apo, what do you want?” She shifts her weight between the left and right leg, replicating Apolaki’s lean.

Apolaki glances to the back of Mayari and spots Steven, well he didn’t know who he was so he assumed Mayari dear was getting jiggy with the man, “Oh sorry, was I interrupting a sensual moment?” Apolaki winks at Mayari. “A little too early in the night to be doing it, hm?” He wouldn’t stop teasing his sister.

In an attempt to shut him up she uses her mind control to shut his mouth, “This isn’t like that I’m afraid.” Apolaki grabbed his mouth and couldn’t open it up. He furrows his brows which was enough to earn a chuckle from Mayari. With a quick wave of the hand, she stops her mind control.

“Fucking-“ He breathes out as if he was gasping for air, “Who is that mortal anyways?” He adjusts his jaw, sobering up from his drunken stance.

Steven weakly waves at Apolaki, “The mortal is Steven.” Mayari answers his question, “… and Marc.” She adds on.

Apolaki, confused, looks behind her again. Wondering why Mayari mentioned two names when there was clearly only one man.

“They’re in the same body.” Mayari senses his confusion and answers before he could be vocal about about it.

“Ah, well…” Apolaki nods as if it was a totally normal thing, there have been more crazier things they’ve seen. But, in this world where giant purple aliens and metal men are constantly on the news, a man and another sharing one body didn’t seem to be impossible.

“Father wants me to ask you if you were going to do anything about the sky last night.” Apolaki becomes more serious with his tone.

Mayari smiles at her brother, “Yes, that’s what Steven and Marc are here for.” She extends her hand to the back for Steven to grab, which he openly accepts. Their hands intertwined.

Apolaki raises his eyebrow, “And who exactly are you?” He turns his head to the side.

Steven looks at Mayari who was staring at him, seemingly awaiting a response too. Wanting to see how he would answer. “I’m uh…” He stutters, “We actually are-“ He points to his chest, “…Khonshu’s avatar.”

Apolaki practically screams in joy, “Khonshu that son of b-”

“Apo!” Mayari scolds Apolaki before he could continue that statement.

“How is he?” Apolaki asks with a huge smile on his face.

“He is currently stoned.” Mayari answers, looking at both the men in front and beside her.

Steven nods to Apolaki’s shocked face, “Unfortunately, he pissed off the Gods and Goddesses enough… which isn’t fair cause we only want to stop Ammit from getting resurrected.” Steven explains, making Apolaki visibly change his expression.

“Ammit? Are you serious? Maya why aren’t you panicking?” Apolaki pokes his sister gently, wanting to gain a violent reaction of some sort.

“Because, if you panic you get distracted.” She confidently says with a smug smile on her face.

Steven nods and agrees with Mayari’s statement, “You gonna help?” Mayari questions her brother.

“Sadly this is on you. Send a post card though!” He screams as he exits their sights down the hallway.

“What a dick.” Mayari shakes her head, “Come on.” She pulls Steven’s body down the back of her room to a huge door that appeared to transform to a location Mayari sought out to go to.

“Ta…” she pushes a button, “…Da!” The door presents the streets of Cairo. Making Steven vibrantly clap, “That was amazing!” Steven compliments Mayari.

Blood rushes to her cheeks but she tries to be coy with it, “Oh please. It’s nothing.”

“No no, genuinely… You are amazing, Mayari.” Steven steps closer and looks down at her eyes, unaware of what he was even doing. He just knew she was hypnotizing.

She giggles at Steven’s poor attempt at flirting cause she finds it cute, “You can call me Maya.” She pinches his cheeks, “Both you and Marc can.” Marc’s voice was heard in Steven’s brain.

She sure is a beauty.

They stay like that for a couple of seconds until Maya moves away and brings them all back to reality.

“Right, so… Cairo.” She gestures to the portal door. Steven blushes at the embarrassment from his awestruck nature, so was Marc.

“Right you are.” Steven follows as Mayari crosses from her bedroom to a hidden alleyway in Egypt.

~

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[little-cereal-draws]

The romcom sequel to Moon Knight we've all been waiting for!

Sometimes it's hard sharing a body with someone. Especially when you're both in love with the same woman... and your friend has a crush on you... and you're an ex-superhero

aka the fic where Steven likes Layla and Layla likes Steven, but Marc likes Laya but also a new mystery person, an old friend returns with a crush of his own while also catching the eye of a man who barely exists

#i'm so excited to write this #it's going to be chaos #my fics #marvel #mcu #moon knight #mk #moon knight fic #moon knight 2022 #moon knight fluff #steven grant #marc spector #layla el faouly #jean paul duchamp #marc x layla #steven x layla #frenchie x marc #frenchie x jake #marc x female oc #Jake lockley

[nerdieforpedro]

The Man Next Door

Jake Lockley x plus size black female reader

This blog is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: approx. 4.1k

Summary: You've been eyeing your neighbor Jake for the last few months. A major even and discovery puts things into perspective. You make your move after the dots are filled in.

Warnings: Mentions of blood (various amounts), violence, one minor character death, sprinkles of Spanish, first aid, unprotected P in V (wrap it IRL), aftercare

Notes: My first Moon Knight fic! 🥰 It's been in the works for a bit. It's a half of a request for @megamindsecretlair I asked her what she wanted in it and she told me. We'll see if I delivered on that or not. 😄Dividers are designed by the wonderful @saradika-graphics ❤️

Main Masterlist / Moon Knight Masterlist/ Oscar Isaac characters

Sometimes he has blood on his hands, attempting to wipe it off with a rag, other times there are small drops of splatter on his chin and cheek as he gives you a morning nod before you head off to work.

He’s never without a drop of crimson on him, no matter what time of day you happen to spot him. It makes you keep your distance from him, not indulge in idle chatter like your other neighbors in your apartment building, ask to borrow items or even keep a package or two for you.

You’re curious about him, about Jake Lockley.

He’s been your next door neighbor for six months. You haven’t heard anyone in his apartment or seen anyone visit. It was odd, that you’re sure of. He only gets a few pieces of mail and seldom any packages. Never rude and never too friendly either. A fair distance away from any who may try to get to know him.

You wonder if you should have ever spoken to him now. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen him and had your morning farewell nod. You walk from the bus stop to work each day, it’s less than ten minutes and you count it as your exercise. This is the night you see him again, your neighbor. Walking home like every other night, you happen to hear a thud and look in its direction. Sure you left work an hour late due to your boss being a dick and wanting you to finish putting together the reports for tomorrow, but at least you got overtime out of it so you hadn’t minded too much. Maybe you should have.

You can’t say it’s completely unexpected, there’s only so many reasons Jake would have blood on him but it’s still shocking. It’s not everyday you see your neighbor standing in a pool of someone’s blood. Honestly you can’t tell the gender or the person or ethnicity from the distance and from the amount of blood.

There’s just so much. Dripping from his hands, splashes on his face and clothes.

No wait…the clothes are odd. They went from some off gray looking robes to his normal jeans, and jacket. Maybe you’re hallucinating. It’s then that you feel a hand on your arm.

“You know him, don't you woman? What do you know about him? Tell us!” When you turn to see who the hand belongs to, you’re met with a knife that grazes your cheek. There are four men in addition to the one holding you for a total of five. You’re shaking your head, it’s not a lie, you don’t know anything about the man other than his name and that he lives next to you. His grip strengthens on your arm as you try to pull away from him and the other men watch amused at your attempt to try and escape. Their laughs are replaced by curses as you stomp on your assailant’s foot and drop your bag to punch him in the face. He’s stunned so his grip loosened finally to give you a chance to go for the knife and you do.

There’s blood on you now. Not on your hand you punched the man with, but on the knife and your white button down from where you went for your assistant’s neck. He’s holding the side of it, trying to apply pressure but he’s shaky on his feet. One of his friends, you assume, grabs him to help him but he slumps in his arms, the man’s hand falling slowly from his neck.

Did you just kill someone? What the hell is happening?

(Khonshu): Is that the woman you glance at and who occupies your idle thoughts Jake? I thought she was one of the many worms. It appears she is not. You may want to don the suit again. She has spirit, but not skill nor strength. She’ll not last long.

(Jake): I hear you loud and clear, you old bird. What is she doing here anyway? She’s normally off work and at home by now. I know her routine and she doesn't change it by much. I knew she had a little fire in her, she went right for the neck, most would have gone for an arm or torso.

The three other men are circling you, screaming at you about their fallen friend and how they’re going to take their time in torturing you no matter if you actually know anything about Jake or not. You lunge at the man closest to you, going for his neck as well since that did the other man in, but he caught both your arms and chuckled.

“Luck like that only strikes once bitch!” He presses his fingertips into your wrists, but you keep hold of the knife, it’s the only weapon you have. But you start to smell more metal - iron, no there’s more blood. It’s not on you, or it wasn’t until the goon holding you falls forward and to step back to avoid his body hitting yours, wrists free, but you’re falling. It seems among all that scuffle, you’d been near a curb and you��d stepped off awkwardly.

You don’t hit the ground though, instead you’re in strong arms. The same gray you’d seen earlier except now there’s a mask, cape and a moon in the middle of his chest? He supports you as you stand up. You’re still holding onto your knife though, adrenaline running through your veins as you hold it close to your chest. He holds your shoulders and gives them a soft squeeze to help you pay attention.

“Mira! Hola! (Look! Hello!) Tch…” Jake’s trying to get your attention but it’s not working. This whole gentle thing isn’t his norm and he can see that your eyes aren’t registering him or his words at all. Not even him squeezing your shoulders, he’s worried that squeezing them harder will result in an injury and the suit only heals him, not you. The blood dripping from your cheek angers him and the men are only knocked out now. He needs to get you out of here so he can come back and find out information from them - slowly and painfully. He releases you and picks up your bag, then tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he doesn’t have time to console you, not that he would be any good at it. He hears you squeal then yelling and shifts your back to the same arm he’s holding you with, then pinches your hip.

“Silencio! (Quiet!)” Your body tenses in his arms as he makes his way to the apartment building. He jumps to the fire escape outside of his window as he usually keeps it open for when he doesn’t feel like using the door. He removed that suit before heading in, donning his street clothes and carrying you inside, setting you down on his couch. You’re sniffling, but not crying loudly or yelling anymore which Jake is thankful for. He goes to get a small first aid kit. It was included with some beer he bought when he last shopped for anything really and hasn’t been opened. Kneeling in front of you, he sighs as you’re still looking forward, he’s wondering if he’ll still get soft nods and hellos after this. You might even see if you can move from the building. He wets some gauze with some saline and dabs your cheek, finally you respond by hissing from the sting.

“Oh, now you’re paying attention princesa (princess)? You’re in my place by the way. Stay still.” Jake gives you a brief smile before dabbing your cheek a few more times and applying some antibiotic ointment. It’s not nearly deep enough for stitches or even the little strips they have in here, but he still hates that you were there at all, let alone that you’re not only injured but you also had to kill to survive.

“I..so that was all real, not a nightmare? Oh…so I killed…” You finally drop the knife and in klangs on the floor, your hands take hold of your knees, covered halfway by your pencil skirt. Your realization sinks in that no, it was not some crazed fearful dream from watching way too much FBI in one night. No, there had been a fight, there had been blood and you had indeed killed someone.

“It was self-defense hermosa (gorgeous). That’s all it was. You wouldn’t have had to if I wasn’t slow in getting to you.” Jake takes your hands in his. You finally look at him. He looks like every other day, black leather jacket, dark gray t-shirt, dark wash jeans, a wry smile on his face and it’s surrounded by his dark shadowy stubble. When did he change clothes? His eyes are unexpectedly warm in their chocolate pools. You hadn’t really looked at them before, always in passing. You nod and close your eyes. He’s telling you what you want to hear, but you know what you did with that knife. “Come on, let’s get you next door. You should wash up and change clothes. Don’t touch your face though.” He instructs and you follow him to your feet as he stands and walks to his door. His apartment has the same brick walls, though his are more sparse with decorations though you see many books. You didn’t expect any and you’re not sure why.

You aren’t able to find your keys, your hands are shaking so badly and you’re crying again, silently since he told you to be quiet. He regrets that a bit. You’re not accustomed to death and violence as he is, of course it's shocking, most would find it so. “May I princesa?” Jake holds out a hand, he’s not going to force it, it’s not the time. You hand him your back and he searches for half a minute. The bag is large and looks like you keep a lot of ‘just in case’ stuff in it. He finds your keys and unlocks your door, but doesn’t enter with you.

“You’re not coming in? I…” Your voice fades out. You want to ask him to stay, you don’t want to be alone, but would he even want to? He likely thinks you’re a wimp for crying, why would he even want to stay? “N-Never mind Jake see-”

“I’ll be back. I need to tie up loose ends princesa. Just take a nice slow shower, if you get your face wet, clean and apply some more ointment and eat something. You did well, you survived. Don’t feel bad about it at all.” He’s spoken more to you now than he ever has. On one hand, this eleates Jake as he was never really sure how to start a conversation with you, but under these circumstances, it’s far from ideal. His arms wrap around you, bringing your head to his chest. He still smells a little metallic like blood but now like the books in his apartment and cigarettes? You’d never seen him smoke, curious, but not your focus. His heartbeat is steady and one hand touches the back of your neck, his fingers run up into the small hairs you have at the back edge of your hairs, those little ones that no amount of hair grease or edge cream will tame. He’s playing with them though before he lets you go abruptly. “Hasta leugo princesa (See you later princess).” And he’s back to his apartment. Gone that fast. His warmth lingers on your neck and the front of your body and it’s what you ponder while you’re in the shower.

Peeling off your clothes and showering was the easy part. The clothes went in their own small trash bag and would go out with tomorrow’s garbage. It was trying to eat, you made a sandwich and only ate half of it, then there was soup, which normally you love, but the smell made your stomach curl. Eventually, all of the sandwiches went down with some water and on the couch you sat. Alone with your thoughts. You don’t feel any different, but you know what you did with that knife. The blood, the men’s threats, the fear you felt, Jake being covered in blood. What was he going to do when he came back? Where should you even start with your questions? It had been a few hours by this point and you’re staring at the wall when there’s a knock at your door. Standing and hurrying to the door, a familiar voice uttered one word.

“Princesa.” It was the fastest you’d open the door for anyone.

Jake sits down from you on your couch and explains to you who he is, who he serves and why he usually has blood on him. It’s fantastical and had it been any other day, you’d told him to get out and avoided him like he was insane. But the events of the night had told you to believe him and it was honestly better to think he was punishing those causing harm to others than being a serial killer or something else. You do notice something though, Jake appears to be nervous, which is weird, his eyes are darting around and he keeps clearing his throat and moving on the couch, like he can’t get comfortable.

“Did you want to sit in the armchair? You might find it more comfortable.” Your offer makes him stop moving and sigh. Jake’s a little worked up since he’d been doing a lot more of Khonshu work, normally he’d drink to ease himself into some sleep. He should leave. Now. You’re freshly showered, took down a man despite being scared out of your mind, and he held you too long earlier, much too long. He meant to calm you with that hug but it instead had him in his thoughts again.

He shouldn’t have watched you stand either, your wide hips make Jake want to do more than pat them as do the soft caramel of your legs that he sees as you glide over to your fridge to offer him water. He stands as you bring him the water and he gulps it down, thanking you as he starts toward the door.

“W-Wait, you’re leaving already Jake?!” He needs you not to call for him like that. You sound like you need him and…that’s not something he can handle right now.

“You’re okay now. I shouldn’t stay any longer princesa.” He doesn’t turn to face you. If he sees your eyes he’s not going to leave. He knows what he’s feeling is partly from all the fighting but not entirely and that’s the part his mind has latched onto and won’t let go of.

“Could I at least have another hug before you go Jake?” You’ve said his name softly, almost with care. How can he say no now? He did give you a hug earlier. He turns to see that you’ve dropped your robe and you are wearing a red silk nightgown that just barely covers your bottom. Your eyes aren’t telling him you want a hug, at least, not just a hug.

“Hermosa, I don’t think that’s all you want from me. Let’s both be honest here. Has this been part of why you watch me as much as I watch you?” His steps are slow, he’s giving you an out. You can say no and give a flimsy excuse like your robe slipped or something. You don’t. You put your hands on his chest and run them up as he did to you, your hands grabbing his curls, their silken texture makes you smile.

“You’d be correct Jake. This dance has gone on long enough. You’re finally in my apartment and I almost died tonight. I also had a long shower as you suggested.” Your plush lips look so inviting and he can’t resist. The kiss is sloppy and his hands are roaming your body, he’d like to rip the gown off of you, but he’s sure you put it on to be admired so he will for a little bit. Jake is much more interested in what’s under it. He bends temporarily and hooks his hands under your knees to lift you up carrying you to your bedroom.

After setting you on the bed gently, Jake slips off his clothes, making a pile on the floor in front of your bed. He’s not one to be embarrassed and is well aware of what he’s working with. His swollen length bobs while he licks his lips. His eyes roam your body as he climbs on the bed, calloused hands start at your ankles and slide up your thick legs. Once he reaches your hips, his hands stay under your nightgown as he pulls it up and over your head. The low groan makes his Adam's apple bob when he sees you weren’t wearing any underwear as you open your legs for him to expose your wetness. You gasp at the cool air and it allows him to capture your lips again, your arms and legs wrapping around him.

He grins into the kiss, lurching his hips forward to have the head of his cock glide across your wet slit. Your hips react and jut forward having the tip enter you, Jake grins on your lips and pulls back but leaves the tip in. “Rather eager aren’t you cariño (sweetheart)?” He takes hold of his length, removing his tip fully and rolls the wrist of his free hand for you to roll over. “I’ll have you from the back first. I want to see that large ass of your bounce.” You roll on your stomach and spread your knees, feeling him lean over and run his hands along your body as he notches at your entrance. His bulbous head is just past your entrance. “Move that ass and push back on my cock. Show me what you can do hermosa.” He leans to kiss along your spine as you use your legs to move your hips back, having your forearms flat on the bed with your elbows as an anchor.

You’re able to get him deeper and feel him stretching you, almost too much, his hips don’t feel flush with yours yet, there must be more. “Jake you’re so thick…. Please move with me.” You coo, looking back at him, your hips moving slowly, your walls are pulling on his shaft, learning his shape. Jake’s hands are roaming your back as praises for working hard for him. He’s aware of his girth and wants to push forward but not yet.

He leans over your back again, making his chest flush with it. His lips are next to your ear, “Muy bien (very good) mi (my) princesa. I’m going to reward you by moving. Be as loud as you want.” A kiss is placed on your shoulder, a last bit of tenderness he shows you before straightening himself up and taking hold of your hips. He draws back, nearly pulling all the way out of you but he thrusts forward, his hips finally flush with yours and the walls of your core expanded to accommodate him as his thrusts increased as did your cries of Jake’s name. You felt yourself pressing into the mattress, at one point face down. Jake was not having it. He wanted you vocal unless your voice had truly given out, which he was sure it hadn’t. His hips came to a full stop and you gasped. “No, no princesa. You won’t go quiet on me yet. Roll.” He gave a light slap to your ass for encouragement for you to move.

You had just sat yourself up back on your elbows and lifted your head when Jake decided that you were moving too slow for him and pulled out of you, the loss had you groan before you yelped with your leg up in the air where it had not been for a long time. He crossed your leg over and succeeded in flipping you over so you were now on your back. Jake’s relentless, his hands are roaming your thighs, hips, stomach, breasts, “Jake....Jake..Fuck…” You keep chanting as he grins before capturing your lips again with his. He has yet to enter you once more and his precum is dripping onto your slit as it rubs your viscous liquids together.

Once he pulls back, he takes in your swollen lips, the heaving of your chest, every curve that he’s tried to feel with his fingers and he knows he hasn’t. This time when he slips back within you, it’s slower and he keeps eye contact with you, one hand on the back of your knee pushing your leg forward to allow him deeper and the other on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his as he presses his chest against yours. “So much better than I imagined princesa. You’re not getting away from me you know.” He nibbles on your bottom lip as your core tightens around him again, “Good girl, milk me and accept what I’m going to give you.” Your hands grab his shoulders and dig into his skin, scratching him, your hips keep crashing into his as he speeds up a bit, nearly at his climax.

“Give me what you’ve got Jake. I’ll mark you…” Using your teeth, you graze the skin on his neck before biting down and hearing him hiss, giving you a few more strong pumps before spilling inside of you. The heat from his spend has the walls of your cunt close around his throbbing shaft as you scream in your own peak. Jake continues to slowly roll his hips until you both start to come down. Neither of you move, only the sounds of your breaths fill the room. Your body is completely limp and you stare up at Jake who gives you a small kiss to your lips before starting to move back, your arms weakly reach for him and he grins.

“You want more already? You’ll have to give me a few princesa.” Shaking your head, you stick your bottom lip out and give a small pout.

“Don’t leave yet. Stay.” Jake rubs circles on your belly and chuckles.

“You’re even more adorable than I thought. I need to know where your washcloths and towels are. We need to clean up. I’m not leaving.” You inform him that they’re in the small hall closet next to the bathroom to which he goes and gets two washcloths, warming them up along with towels. He wipes you down first and dries you, then takes care of himself before slipping the both of you under the sheets. His hand cups your cheek before running his fingers through your hair and then it dawns on him - you’re not wearing your bonnet. Jake asks where you keep them and you tell him the bottom drawer of your nightstand so he reaches to get one for you and you decide to pinch his rather round ass.

“I think we’re fond of each other’s asses Jake.” You laugh as he slips the red satin onto your head. “I’m surprised you knew that I wore one at night. You’re keeping that close of tabs on me?” An eyebrow raises and he puts his hands up.

“Come on, give me a little credit. I’m not going to say I know everything about caring for black hair properly, but I know bonnets, protective styles, but don’t ask me how to do any of them and oil.” He put up three fingers for the things he did know.

Now it’s your turn to grin. This sly man. “Pfft. You’re full of surprises Jake. We’ll sleep and then you’re helping me oil my hair in the morning before work.” You press his chest lightly and the scoot closer to him to cuddle. His arm wraps around your back, and those fingers of his run down your spine again.

“I’ll help you oil your hair tomorrow if it’s after breakfast and you take a day off of work.” Jake kisses your forehead and closes his eyes.

“Alright. You talked like you knew what to do. I won’t forgive you if you mess up my hair.”

“Hm. If it’s anything like what you did tonight, I get it. I’ll be extra careful princesa. Don’t worry.” You’d drifted off to sleep and Jake watched you before he dozed off as well, looking forward to having his hands on you again. In your hair or anywhere you’d let him.

Keeping an eye out from the apartment across the hall 👀: @soft-persephone @saturn-rings-writes @legendary-pink-dot @for-a-longlongtime @missladym1981 @alltheglitterandtheroar @dameron-grant-spector @soft-girl-musings @agentjackdaniels

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[juniperwoodwell]

Master list

Disclaimer: I only do Gn or Female for X reader, I don't do OCs.

I will write smut but I will not take requests for it.

Request's are open.

I take Plots,prompts, dialogue prompts,etc. Anything your imaginative minds can think of.

•Prompt List

ADCU

•Prompt Exchange with @kylowritten

•ADCU prompt list

•Kylo Ren / Ben Solo

•Favorite Distraction°

•Pen and Paper°

•Domesticated°

•Dedication Masterlist°

•Flip Zimmerman

•Proud

•Adam Sackler

•Phillip Altman

• Reunion pt.1

•Ren/Zimmerman/Sackler/Altman

•How ADCU character's react to an S/O who is insecure.

X-Men

•Charles Xavier

•Oneshots•

•It's a goldfish and cream soda kinda night

•Totally normal morning!?

•Skits(?)•

•Snacks

•Cruel Joke

•Late nights

•Requests•

•Paris

•Erik Lehnsherr

•Love is Complicated

Batman

•Bale!Bruce Wayne

•Presence

LOTR / Hobbit

•Thranduil

•Legolas

Top Gun Maverick

•Bradly "Rooster" Bradshaw

•Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Detroit: Become Human

•Conner RK800

•"Nines" RK900

•"Sixty" RK800 '60

•Markus RK200

Daredevil

•Matthew Murdock "Daredevil"

•Night Terrors (Request)

• And Down We Fall

•Frank Castle "Punisher"

•The Beast Finds Love

9-1-1

•Eddie Diaz

•Thief (part 1)

•Thief (part 2)

•Theif (part 3)

•Theif (part 4)

•Theif (part 5)

Moon Knight

•Steven Grant

•Ducky

•Marc Spector

•Jake Lockley

BBC Merlin

•Arthur

•Merlin

•Gwaine

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Others

•Damon Salvatore

•JJ Maybank (OBX)

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(Gotta think of some more later lol)

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[terracottaheart26]

Ya Amar : A MOONKNIGHT fanfic

SUMMARY: About 6 years ago, Marc Spector had a small whirlwind fling with a young woman after leaving home, though he fears attachment and leaves her behind. When he finally meets her again after 6 years, along with a few surprises, could he bear to face her and reveal his truth?

Marc Spector x female!oc, eventual Steven Grant x reader, eventual Jake Lockley

WARNINGS: M rating *for eventual smut and dark themes*

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #marc spector x reader

[bigbadripley]

I Wish you Roses - Chapters

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley x Female!OC

Summary: Marc never expected to see his childhood friend Simone ever again. To Simone, Marc may as well have been dead. However, when Simone met Steven 15 years after Marc disappeared, she couldn't help but notice how familiar he was.

⚠️ 18+!! | Third-person omniscient | Dark?fic/Angst/Eventual Smut | AU/AT | Warnings: OC with religious trauma, childhood trauma, sexual trauma. Mention of childhood sexual, physical, and emotional abuse, the effects of child abuse in adulthood, murder, suicide, alcohol use, drug mention, all the parents in this story are terrible, The only saving grace is Steven.

A/N: The songs used for this fic may not have anything to do with the story besides my thoughts when I hear the chosen lyrics. That being said, the chapter titles won't always make sense. It's just an idea I had.

I update warnings with each chapter. Only proceed if you can handle the themes included in the warnings. I wrote this entirely as a trauma dump.

Lastly, Marc/Steven/Jake being involved and the addition of a traumatized psychiatrist is in no way meant to romanticize, fetishize, or otherwise; mental illness or illnesses/trauma.

Minors DNI, DL;DR, if I miss a warning, please let me know.

Check out the official playlist! (Spotify)

Prologue   One - Slide Two - 49er Three - Body Language  Four - Come Home Five - What You Won’t Do Six - The Night We Met Seven - Nobody Gets Me Eight - All I Wanted Nine - N. Michigan Gospel Ten - Can I Eleven - Creep Twelve - Passenger Thirteen - The Way Fourteen - Redrum Fifteen - Somebody else. Sixteen - fue mejor Seventeen - Like A Villain Eighteen - Come Here Nineteen - Low Twenty - Hit Different Twenty-One - Coughing Up Smoke Twenty-Two - Thunder Twenty-Three - True Blue Twenty-Four - Como Te Quiero Yo

Status - Complete, sequel imminent 

Or read it on Ao3!

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[avtrbee]

kisses w/ marc spector and steven grant

a/n: some steven and marc fluff! i barely read any marc fluff so i thought i try my hand on it. a little angst on marc's end, but that's it. feel free to request some steven and marc, and dont be shy to comment what you think! masterlist

steven grant

kisses you often, used any and every excuse to kiss your cheeks, and always your cheeks, whether it is a goodbye before going off to work or its as simple as standing up and heading to the kitchen to make tea

he makes sure his lips on the cheek is the first and last thing you feel before waking up and falling asleep

soft moments with kisses would be like “you-” kiss. “are-” kiss. “the-” kiss. “most-” kiss. "beautiful woman-" kiss. "I have ever met.” and it leaves you breathless and so full of love every time

his kisses are warm, like the soft crackle of a fire in a fireplace, the feeling of hot chocolate in a cafe while you stare at the rain outside, the faint scent of your detergent on your blanket after four days its wash

aside from your cheeks, he oftentimes pecks your lips and it catches you off guard every time. when steven does this, there is almost always a smile growing on his face as he kisses you

marc spector

he doesn't kiss you as often as steven does. his kisses happen here and there, often enough that you don't feel like he's neglecting you or that something is wrong.

his kisses sometimes feel like it's a goodbye, because for him it is, he doesn't know if he'll survive what he must go through. he has made enemies everywhere he doesn't know if this will be the last time he'll see you so he makes it count

your forehead is where he prefers his kisses to land, always grabbing your face and tangling his hands in your hair. he would stare at your eyes first, forehead to forehead, his warm gaze holding all the love he has inside for you, trying to tell you all the things he can't verbalize before kissing your forehead

marc is disciplined but this is one of the rare moments where he'd let himself go, making his kisses last a few seconds more than usual, savoring you in his arms just a little longer

and when he finally pulls away, his eyes tell you what he doesn't say, that he doesn't want to leave, that he would rather spend the day in bed or walking around the streets as long as it's with you rather than to do whatever it is he has to do. but he lets go of you anyway.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #steven grant #steven grant x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight #marc spector x you #marc spector x female reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x oc #jake lockley

[murdocksgavel]

The Solar Eclispe

Part two of the eclispe series

Rating: explicit

(THIS IS RLLY LONG IM SRRY) Word count: 6.9k

Summary: an old friend of Marc Spector's shows up out of nowhere to find his alter steven grant living his own life until she comes into the picture and changes everything, but is it really for the good?

Warnings: somehow this one is filled with more angst like alot. Flirting, Fluff, implied kissing, mentions of characters dying (more than once), mentions of childs death, kissing kissing, osiris bullying khonshu, IED and DID depictions, swearing, sad nailah, PTSD, disassociating, flashbacks, spoilers for moonknight, . (possibly bad writing i was vry tired, LMK IF I MISSED ANY)

A/N: this took a long time to write ngl. I'm so ecstatic though b/c this is definitely my favorite chapter so I RLLY HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT.

A single gasp "marc", and then he wakes up. Steven shot up with a gasp and pratically jumped out of his bed, but landed on his hard wooden floor face first with only tiny memories of the night before. Nailah on the other hand didn't sleep at all after the museum incident, and she was pratically fuming. Her chest was tightening, hands tremoring, her thoughts began to race, and it all sent her spiraling down a dark,windy,curvy lane of memories. It was a unusually cool day in egypt with the wind blowing in the direction of the sunrise along the three pyramids top. Nailah amir had just gotten words her parents had died in a shootout in hells kitchen new york. Of all days it had to be on the Anniversary of her- of her daughters death. It sent her spiraling, and she hadn't been taking her meds not after- not after he left her, and it was all just getting really bad again, and the tightness in her chest indicated she was going to have a very explosive episode if she didn't find something else to focus on. London was nothing like egypt it was cold, aggressive, windy, gray, and sometimes dull while her motherland was anything but maybe windy, but never dull especially after the incident with marc. Steven found himself searching the camera's now for any indication of what he thought he had dreamed, but now- now he knew better as he intently watched the camera's for any sign of literally anything, but that's when he saw it, or two things really.

The first thing he saw was nailah when she was fighting that thing, but it was invisible?, and then he saw her lift her hand and a golden sunray shot out?. He then sees another thing that pratically makes his bones quiver, and his face go shot pale with the goosebumps, and not the good kind. He sees himself staring straight at the camera, and Steven says, "that's not me". On the other hand nailah was now laying in her floor in a burial position, her hands were clasped and resting on her chest, and her legs were straight. This was what she did after she had her episodes, or at least that's what she used to call them quite literally in another lifetime. She found something else to focus on which was basically just her walking outside, and kept walking until she found herself nearing some mercenaries camp?. He got fired, fired from the gift shop job, and was now heading in some direction he didn't really know where he was going just letting them take him somewhere and to his suprise he ended up in front of her building. Nailah was still on the floor just listening to the quietness of her own breathing, everything was so....quiet, it was never this quiet even if osiris talked to her on the daily occasion he was never this quiet, she always hated the quiet. "Pretty girl you're not supposed to be here". Nailah pointed to herself when she saw a crowd of mercenaries pratically break their necks to look at her.

Holy shit she knew that guy, only from the news and her parents when they used to bicker how he was only stealing Egyptian artifacts and it only made her irritability increase. "I want to sign up to become a mercenary" if she was going to be ridiculed by the bushmen she was going to at least stand her ground. Steven stood at her door hesitating to knock, hesitating to even move he wanted to make sure she was okay, but what if she didn't want to see him. So he knocks, but he doesn't hear footsteps just the door opening, and then he sees her on the floor in just black sweats, and a tight tank top that shows off her arm muscles a little too well. "Nailah I- I came to ask if you- were okay, are you?" And all she does is roll her head to the side and stare up at him, she looks tired, eyes watered either from drinking or crying he can't tell, curly hair dishevelled across the floor, and just a tired expression on her beautiful face. The mercenaries pratically laughed in her face until what she guessed was another mercenary emerged from the tent, and holy shit in the name of re (ra) nailah's knees almost buckled. This man was about 5'9, curly black hair that fell close to his eyes, beautiful almost black eyes, and he carried himself with such confidence as he strided over to nailah pratically giving her a once over to which nailah felt as if he was checking her out, and honestly he definitely was, until he looked into her eyes, and spoke "can you fight?", and her eyes fucking widened. Nailah was still on the floor, and the silence was still in the air even with steven still standing right there just waiting for her speak, or maybe he was waiting to come up with the right words.

"How did you get the scar on your heart" Well he found words, but maybe they weren't the right ones, but little did he know nailah was weirdly relieved he said something to break the impending silence that caused her to break free from the flashbacks that haunted her silent mind. "Old friend of mine, used to be a army nurse for marine corps, he went off the rails, killed a family, almost got killed in the same place, he uh- he went crazy, and caught me off my guard and shot me ended up killing me again-" she heard stevens gasp and before she knew it he was now kneeling beside her. "Can you fight?" He asked her again this time snapping his fingers in front of her shocked face, but she quickly nodded and he pulled her quite gently by the arm to the middle of the sand dune they were on as a crowd formed around them. "Fight me then, if you win you can join got it?...what's your name sunbird". Nailah looked up at steven with hollow eyes probably not the most attractive look she's worn, but with the way steven was looking at her made her not care as much "anyway that's how I got the scar, woke up in the arms of my-..my umm well he was my best friend, frank castle, we parted ways when i decided to come to london, he didn't want me going alone, but i insisted" steven watched intently as she pulled out a necklace, a plain silver chained necklace with a sun, and a machine gun that rested right against it, "he gave me this as a parting gift", and with that steven just nodded needed to find words again, fucking hell this was hard especially since she was still laying down, and he could easily reach out and touch her, but all steven said was, "I hate to say this now, but I need your help..sunbird".

"My name is nailah, nailah amir" the man nodded and then looked her in the eyes once more, "beautiful name for a beautiful girl I'm marc spector" marc whispered which honestly made nailah blush until he threw her over his shoulder. He said it, he said that stupid fucking nickname and it made nailah bolt up from the floor, and now she was the one grabbing Steven's wrist. "Nailah- nailah did i say something" she seemed to be far away, her eyes just staring at him, and this was about to be so out of character for him, but the little american man inside of his head said to do it so he did. Steven pratically manhandled nailah to where she was sitting very closely in front of him, and just like she had done before to him he placed his shaky hands on the sides of her face, and forced her to meet his eyes. He knew this all too well the disassociating, the glossy eyes, all of it, and with that steven searched her eyes, "nailah listen to me, you are disassociating, and I really don't know how to do this, it's probably bloody useless because you're usually so strong, confindent, gorgeous, and self-assured, but please say something darling" steven rambled, and rambled on; the sudden feel of dread polluting his entire body. Nailah was on the sandy ground after she had just blinked, and marc was standing over her with a cheeky ass grin she wanted to slap off his face. She kicked up with her feet and landed perfectly back on the sand which made marc raise an eyebrow, and tilt his head and it was her chance without even blinking she used her position to sweep Marc's feet out from under him, and straddle him with a smirk, "I win". Marc was stunned to say the least, and he actually really wanted to kiss her, but instead marc reached up and moved her hair from her face.

Steven moved nailah's hair from her face which seemed to help because now she was backing up, and blinking, and then standing up, but shaking. Steven stood too rather abruptly and- (steven grab her hands, calm her the fuck down and go to the warehouse), and so he did exactly that, grabbing her hands, "I know it's alot trust me I know better than anyone else, but, and you don't have too but I need to go to a warehouse do you want to come?", and at that nailah looked up at him and sighed like she was relieved to see him which in turn made his heart swell, "yes, let me-let me change". "Where to first? I'm assuming we're going to a temple" nailah spoke interrupting the silence that once sat between the team which was just her, marc, frenchie, and bushmen she always hated the silence. "We're going to the moon gods temple and then the temple of re (ra)" bushmens tone was harsh, and crude towards her, but nailah still perked up regardless which marc noticed and then frenchie noticed that marc noticed so he elbowed him with a smirk. "I actually know where the temples are, I've lived here my whole life so i could take us", and when nailah said that everyone perked up but it was only marc who caught her gaze. Steven was waiting patiently by the door when she came back only 2 minutes later, now wearing long mom jeans, a tucked in turtle neck, a long brown jacket, and her curly hair felt at her shoulders, but what caught Steven's attention was the two necklaces that rested above her heart.

Two necklaces; the first one was the one frank castle gave her, and another that was the eye of re (ra) with an ankh adorning it at its side, and then they were off to the warehouse in awkward silence. Finally after what felt like 10 slow, agnozing hours, not that Steven minded being cooped up in a car with nailah, he just needed air and pratically rushed inside the warehouse with her following close behind. Nailah waited quietly while they walked to the warehouse, and now its all familiar, its all familiar again as they step inside and close the door, it's too familar. Three days later because bushmen needed some "personal time", and the wind was doing nothing for the group, and bushmen had kept talking about a doctor, but she pushed it aside and let her mind wander to the person who was next to her, marc Spector, and she was falling deep. "You still listening sunbird?" Marc spoke up, and nailah looked up towards him with a small smile on her face, "yeah, yeah I am, also we should be nearing khonshu's, and ra's temple now", and she was right, but as the two of them turned around they were met with bushmen pointing guns at the both of them. Steven rummaged through a duffle bag that he saw on the bed nailah was feeling, she was running her fingers along everything almost like everything here was familar. That's when marc appeared in the mirror after steven had picked up an id card, but hearing marc's voice made nailah shoot up from the bed she was previously occupying. "You two- you two holy shit you know him, you knew him personally how bloody personal did you two get?".

Marc jumped in front of nailah immediately when he saw the gun. "What the hell is going on" nailah spoke out loud regardless of her voice wavering she kept eye contact with bushmen and her hand was now resting in Marc's, "you're little boyfriend here disobeyed me", and that her head tilted, "if you're going to hurt him"- it was her turn to stand in front of marc now pulling a silver spear from the side of her waist, "you'll have to get through me first". Nailah just, she just blinked at Steven, but before she ever got the chance marc spoke up first, "you weren't supposed to see any of this, and yes she knew me personally, but it never got far",nailah was still silent now with both looking dead at her. "I-uh, I'm gonna wait outside- I can't, close spaces and me don't- don't work" nailah shut the door gently and pratically collapsed against the one opposite of it holding her hand to her mouth as her eyes clamped shut, and the tears she's been holding back for a while finally fell. She was trembling with fear now that a gun was being pointed at her, but regardless gripped the silver staff in her hand with a purpose, either to get the hell out of here alive, or die saving marc. "Fine then I'll go through you" it all happened so damn fast. Marc practically threw her out of the way as the gun pierced her ears, and when she looked back up he was laying in the sand, propped up on one elbow, and holding a bleeding wound. (Kill him, and bring marc to me) a voice whispered to her, this was her chance to use this explosive episode shes been holding back to finally fucking erupt, but- gods that word but,when she saw marc, the blood, his face twisted in worry and pain, and the spear, the voice, and instead of using this episode for revenge she used it for strength. She was going to save marc even if it killed her too.

The warehouse shook violently and the wind picked up within the hallway, and nailah quickly wiped her eyes, and abruptly stood as Steven ran out of the warehouse with a bag. "What the hell is happening" Nailah yelled out over the loud banging, and Steven just started running, and now she knew why. Khonshu was standing at the end of the hallway, but at the other end there was...osiris. nailah scampered over on the sand to where marc was as bushmen pratically left them in the dust, "I'm going to get you help I promise, you're not going to die marc not on my watch, okay? Not today." Tears spilled down nailah's sandy face as marc cupped her cheek with his nonbloody hand, "You're a pretty crier" was all he said and it whole heartedly made nailah chuckle until he rested his forehead against hers and let out a shaky sigh, "i- i lov- like you alot sunbird i really do", that was enough to give nailah even more strength to stand, and haul marc up, and now they were on their treacherous journey to the pyrmiads. 'KHONSHU, FORGOTTEN GOD OF THE MOON AND VENGEANCE, IF YOU LAY ONE MEESELY HAND ON THEM I WILL DRAG YOU TO THE UNDERWORLD MYSELF' nailah found herself widening her eyes at osiris's voice to the other god, and now it was her perfect escape to go find steven. Khonshu ended up in front of her again and she was going to call upon her staff, but osiris had other plans when he appeared behind khonshu. 'DID YOU THINK I WAS LYING, YOU WILL NOT HURT MY WARRIOR, NOR WILL YOU HURT MY WARRIORS BOYFRIEND' nailah couldn't help but chuckle, "osiris he's not my- you know what I'm gonna go find him". Marc was bleeding out fast, but they were almost there and all he had to do was hold on just a little longer, just a little longer, "you're going to survive marc I'm not letting you die today, not ever okay? Keep your eyes open" her voice was breaking, and all she could think about was how she was not going to loose someone else not ever, not today.

Steven ran out of the building even if khonshu was no longer behind him, but nailah was, and both of them were panting and catching their breath. That's when she heard a voice, that voice, layla and her fucking bike, and Steven getting on said fucking bike. She stole one, yeah, yeah it's not humane of her to do, but she had to catch up to steven and Layla and either it was the episode she was suppressing, or just pure determination she got to Steven's apartment quite fast, and got to the door, but it was shut in her face, "I'm going to kill the both of them" grumbling her eyes flickered to their powerful gold color, and out of nowhere a gust of win swept under the door, and unlocked it letting nailah walk in unannounced. She did, they got to the temples the only issue now was getting marc inside khonshu's temple because somehow he was still breathing, and nailah was thanking her lucky fucking stars. "Come on marc, come on we're almost there" her voice officially broke and both her a marc collapsed in the middle of the two temples, and the waterworks flowed down her face like the- the nile river. "You did good sunbird, I'm- I'm proud of you okay? I'm so proud of you, you did good" marc held her face with pale, sweaty, shaky hands, and his eyes stared into her own but his were losing their signature brightness. "Today has been really shitty you know, but I'm glad i met you" whispering with her forehead now pressed into his, marc was the first to look at her with concern even though he was literally dying, but like he was waiting for an answer as to why it was so shitty, "despite this, i got word today my parents died in a shootout in new york, my uh..daughter died today a few years ago she drowned in the nile, and now this, guess I'm just surrounded by...death". That she was, but death would not bring her back, not the first time at least.

"You're- how the hell did you find him" layla shot out at nailah pratically spatting in her face to which nailah wiped her face with a laugh, and not the good type of laugh. "Needed a vacation from frank castle decided to come to london, we just ran into each other" nailah was standing with her back to the door, her stance now tense again not what she had shown steven earlier; the vulnerability gone and her shield was back up along with the tension that presented itself in her face, and her body. "You- you were the one who helped frank castle escape, and you fucking helped him!? What the fuck nailah" layla was yelling now, and Steven was pacing, but she stayed calm, she always stayed calm, at least now she did Nailah was not calm, not calm at all placing marc in the door of the temple; she was so fucking close, so fucking close just a little bit more...- until a shot rang out through the empty desert. Layla looked down at the bag on the table and then back over at steven, obviously they had argued before nailah got there, and steven seemed anxious, and tense which wasn't anything new but it was obviously intensified right now, and she wondered if marc was speaking to him. "Layla don't" steven warned, but she went through the bag anyway despite Steven's wishes which made nailah roll her eyes, until she pulled out the scarab. It felt as if marc was yelling her name from a distance as she fell to the blood red sandy ground beneath her holding her chest. How she didn't die on impact was beyond her, but she could move. She could barely breath when she felt shaky, bloody hands lift her head into their lap, and all she could hear from him was, "don't you fucking dare leave me nailah, if I'm not allowed to die neither are you" his voice had broke, and the tears fell but then she felt something else, marc had lifted her to where her limp body was resting against him, but her head was in his hands, and at the moment she felt marc spector kiss her with the words, "until another lifetime" hung in the air, and then pure, unadulterated darkness.

That damn scarab started all of this; it was why nailah came back in the first place, (that and what went down with her and frank) like it had drawn her back here and now it was in the hands of the woman who saved the both of them. Yes nailah didn't quite like layla, maybe it was because their personalities clashed, but she had to give it to that woman because truthfully without her none of this would've been possible so yes nailah pushed layla away because in truth she cared for her regardless. (If you let her take the scarab they'll come after her you know this, don't let her take the scarab) nailah's eyes flickered to the shiny object now in layla's hand and then there was a knock on the door. Marc held nailah's now limp body in his arms, slowly feeling himself grow weaker by the second but he was literally crying his eyes out and rocking her limp body back and forth even if it hurt him to do so. "I'm so sorry, first day on the job gets you, and I both killed I'm so sorry sunbird, I'm so sorry" it was all he could say now, and the only thing he could think of was at least she was with her daughter now, but as he leaned down to kiss her cold forehead and looked up, even though he couldn't quite understand what she was saying as the darkness started slowly creep up on him all he could see was his good friend layla coming towards them, and then nothing. Layla was gone, no like literally as steven went to open the door, and nailah looked back layla was quite literally gone, and now two people were barging into the room, and Steven almost ran to be next to her. They both shared a look then nailah looked back towards the two "agents" with a snarl ripping loose from her mouth, and she spoke out loud enough for them too hear, "how fucking delightful". She was dead, like full on bloody corspe dead, but that bright light,the hawk, and the booming voice she heard, 'NAILAH AMUNET AMIR' it was right in front of her the voice, and a foreign warmth wrapped around her like a blanket, YOU WILL BE FORTH KNOWN AS THE FIST OF RA, FROM HERE ON OUT, ARISE MY KNIGHT AND PRESENT YOURSELF AS THE ECLISPE, THE MIGHTY FIST OF RA'.

She abruptly sat up from the gold altar she was laying on with a loud scream, a scream that shook the earth around her, a scream that caused the thunder to clap back, a scream that brewed a wicked storm, a scream that the sun wept for, a scream that called out for one name, and one name only, marc. nailah couldn't have stopped it if she tried it was already too late here she was passed out in a car while steven was conscious, but she was slowly starting to wake up, and she was fucking pissed. Steven was cuffed and so was nailah but when she awoke her body was horizontal meaning her legs were right over Steven's lap, and now was not the time to be flustered but a blush creeped up on her face regardless. Steven looked over at her with worry painting his face but nailah held a finger to her lips telling him to stay quiet, but she had a hard time when she felt him involuntarily relax and placed a really shaky hand on her calf with a lopsided,worry filled grin. Marc, marc, marc; it was all that was going through her foggy brain as she descended from the golden alter, and he was nowhere to be seen, (you know that rage she was feeling this morning, well it's coming back again). Her legs were shaky sort of like she was a newborn baby, but when her legs came too nailah bolted out of the temple into the nightly air of the Egyptian desert, and pratically stumbled into the temple of the god khonshu. The car had stopped moving and had parked in some weird ass back alley. That's when nailah jolted up, her legs still across Steven's lap and his hand was now practically using her thigh as a stress ball which in turn made her blush and reluctantly place her legs back on the floor board. "They're going to separate us i can hear them talking about it" she whispered looking over at Steven before gently grabbing his face mostly to get her point across, and mostly because she was mirroring his actions from earlier this day, "be careful please, promise me you will be" all steven could do was nod and maybe this was the little American in his head, or maybe it was just him but he very lightly pressed his lips to nailah's.

Her lips tasted like sun kissed citrus, blackberries, and honey a perfect combo Steven thought to himself. All of this wasn't what he wanted, he definitely wanted to keep kissing her as he still was, but he wanted to take her out on a date, go to a art museum, a vegan restaurant, or something but he could get by with this for now. Finally he pulls away to breathe and nailah has this beautiful lopsided smile on her face but Steven grabs her face again totally ignoring marc in the mirror who seems to be...jealous, but steven didn't care as he rested his forehead agaisnt hers, "i bloody promise". The temple sung when she entered like light was washed over every corner making her jump slightly, her hands tingled, but then she saw him laying on the altar and bolted to him. "Please wake up, please marc, if you don't I swear to the gods I'll kill you all over again" nailah gently grabbed his face in her hands and the tears she'd been building up all came out like a flood at the nile until she gently kissed his forehead the same way she did when her daughter died, but something was happening outside and in the temple. The two of them now separated thanks to arthur harrow who steven was now with and nailah was waiting impatiently. Arthur had brought steven into the compoud his little cult group was staying in. It was big to say the least, many people that looked almost like zombies, and- "Khonshu is here isn't he?, you know I was once his avatar", and that made steven worry even more, but his mind went to nailah, what was she doing currently?, and where the hell was she?. He didn't get the chance to ponder much more because Arthur had asked about the scarab, marc was yelling at him, but just to his luck layla came in holding up the shiny peace of history, and now he was really wondering where nailah was.

She didn't see it happen, her back was turned away from the altar, but she felt the gust of wind, and her mind told her to turn around immediately and so she did but she was met with marc spector rising from the altar with pure white eyes that had a blue tint to them, her own eyes became a rich golden color, and she followed marc as he began to walk into the cold egyptian desert that was now covered with an almost dim darkness. Layla had grabbed steven as arthur started chanting, and a royal purple light came from his staff, the same staff that held a sliver of ammit's power, releasing the jackals. "I'm gonna die in some man's creepy ass dungeon" steven called out until layla spoke out, "where's nailah steven? Where the hell is she" both layla and marc had said it at the same time and now he began to really worry. Nailah was fucking bored. She was sitting on the curb with her chin resting in her hand and she was just going to stay there unless needed, but then she heard a large crash and immediately got up, and pratically ran to the source of the crash. Steven had fucking fallen throught the window, and into a suit? It was a really clean all white tux and he had a mask on his face and as he looked in the mirror he noticed the white eyes on his face, and then he noticed marc, "steven what the hell are we wearing". Nailah was still running and so many thoughts were running through her mind but one stood out from the rest, why did harrow want them separated?, why didn't he want nailah there, and maybe he knew what together, her and marc were truly capable of.

Fucking finally nailah made it and she saw- well she did see the jackal jumping on what she guessed was steven in a white suit but something told her to stay back, to let him do this on his own even if she could disintegrate these things with a flick of her wrist, she wanted steven to have this accomplishment of saying he actual fought off a jackal. Nailah watched from afar, (he's going to get himself killed if you don't help), nailah rolled her eyes at the god that was now standing beside her to where literally only she could see, "he'll be fine, I believe in him plus if things take a rlly bad turn I'll step i- ooo that didn't look good ouch" nailah winced as steven was flung into the car, but then he started talking and Gods nailah literally face palmed. "You're in the wrongs ends mate you're in my yard now" steven gritted out and he let out a punch that honestly suprised nailah and his celebratory wagwan did make her laugh until he was plummeted into the street, poor steven. That's when nailah stepped in as steven was catching himself against the bus; she rolled her shoulders at once letting them eminence a popping noise that was similar to someone's bones creaking, as her head clicked to the side and her suit wrapped around her body in a...familar warmth as the jackal headed straight for her and-. Marc and nailah stepped outside in the dim darkness of the beautiful Egyptian desert. "Marc what's happening" nailah's voice wasn't quiet but in a way it felt as if it was as they looked up towards the night sky? But it wasn't night, it wasn't night at all, and looking back out at the vast desert the two walking corpses saw what they guessed were the god khonshu, and the high God Ra. This would be the only time ra ever appeared to nailah...in this lifetime.

She was ready to take on the jackal by herself until she felt a gust of wind, and her mind told her to turn around immediately and so she did but she was met with her old friend marc spector. "Get it out of here!" Layla yelled out to the both of them, and marc started running from the top of the city and nailah took the lower half hopefully to meet marc halfway with a dead jackal since it followed him. Marc stumbled onto his knees rather not gracefully unlike the god he mirrored; Khonshu gracefully came to his knees as the wind began to pick up, and now it was nailah's turn to fall to her knees with a grunt as the mighty god Ra gracefully came to his knees, and nailah felt like crying. "What the hell is happening!" She yelled out at the two gods rather angrily, but the god in front of her slowly moved his head to stare at her with piercing eyes and he opened his mouth with a booming voice"THE SOLAR ECLISPE'', and then khonshu looked towards the both of them and spoke with a deep bass of a voice, "you both have caused this, dying together, your blood mixing created a solar eclispe something that only happens when the knights are purely connected. That is how you found each other because you are connected not only through knightage but by hearts and minds, you together are a powerful force, the solar eclipse where both of you are at your most poweful".

Nailah stopped at the end when marc slammed the jackal onto the pointed tip of the tower and her eyes widened as the jackal oozed and then went poof, the only reason she was so suprised was because she had never really stuck around long enough to see these things die, but then her eyes shoot elsewhere and it's marc again instead of the suit and her own suit retracted itself. He was searching his pockets now as nailah made her way towards him until he yelled out in pure frustration and she stopped, her entire body going rigid when she realized what that meant, he had lost the scarab. Her voice was barely above a whisper as her hand reached out behind marc, not touching him but letting him know she was there as she spoke, "marc..we'll get it back okay? I promise you" but when he turned around the look in his eyes made her take a step back, because she knew what was about to happen, it happened with frank castle, and it was about to happen with marc spector until he looked towards the mirror in the structure that had just been used to kill the jackal, and marc was pissed off, the look in his eyes was dark, angry, explosive, but tired all at once; nailah knew exactly how he felt. Khonshu explained what it meant but nailah wasn't having any of it as she stood breaking the mirrioring process of her and Ra, her eyes were frantic, wild, uneasy, but scared all at once. The wind began to pick up around nailah, "nailah you must stop this now, you don't know the strength of your powers yet" The mighty god Ra exclaimed and now it was Marc's turn to break the mirroring process and he was going to comfort her, but when she looked back he stopped seeing the dangerous glint in her eyes, and the wind picked up even more around her like she was the one causing this.

She watched as steven and marc went back and forth, from a distance of course because this was the first time in ages she had ever seen marc angry, sure it was nothing like the murderous rage of frank castle- who she lo- well..it's uh complicated to say the least about what went down with her and frank after she left egypt, and promised herself she would never step foot in Egypt ever again. Marc had now broken the mirror in a fit of rage, "shut the fuck up" marc continously yelled breaking the mirror in pieces, and then everything was dead silent as the wind picked up around them, and she knew it to be khonshu. Nailah hadn't said anything yet just letting marc and khonshu talk, she could hear the both of them, and their conversation about how khonshu was dissatisfied with marc loosing the scarab, and then he said her name and now marc noticed she was there and his hard eyes softened with regret, and something else nailah couldn't quite figure out. She couldn't figure it out, the wind, her bubbling anger, was she really the one causing this. The two gods and marc stood around her in a circle of three just staring because marc was going to go to her but khonshu stopped him immediately. "Nailah you need to stop, or you will kill someone" khonshu yelled out, but her eyes were golden now, and she let out a very loud scream not like the scream when she arose from the dead but a scream of anger, sadness, confusion, tiredness, a scream that could be heard all across Egypt as the sky, a scream that killed someone.

Marc was advancing towards her now with khonshu still behind him, "we need-" naliah cut him off with a hand being pressed to his chest, "I know, but we need to find harrow first, and then all of this will finally be over, and you can go back to your life, and I can go back to the U.S" his eyes hardened again at the mention because she hesitated to say something, a name he presumed. "So you can get back to who nailah? Hmm, who's so important over there?", she wanted to say, the person who saved her from her self sabotage when you were off with god knows who, but she kept her composure and simply said, "frank castle, and i already told you I'm never going back to Egypt ever again". She killed him..nailah didn't mean too, it all was just too much, it was overwhelming and- and loud, and- and, "oh my go-god" everything stopped the wind, the loudness, it was all just silence, and the eclispe had stopped, and now the hot sun was reigning over them once more. "You killed him nailah- I can not be the mentor over someone who has killed without jurisdiction, you will be my fist, but you'll never hear, or see me unless i allow it" and with that the mighty god Ra was gone, now it was her, khonshu, and a dead marc Spector. "You need to leave before he wakes up" she heard the god but her feet were planted into the sand above Marc's body, "LEAVE NOW MORTAL OR I WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN", and when khonshu spoke nailah left as fast as her feet would carry her, mentally promising herself she'd never come back to egypt, and that's when she went to the U.S, and met new York's very own punisher (read their story in comet on collison coming soon!, now back to the present).

Ever again, it repeated in her head as marc came closer to her, but she kept backing away too scared to face him after all this time, too scared to even look him in the eye. Marc lifted her chin so now she was practically forced to look him in the eye, but everything was still tense and marc without any words kissed her forehead gently, "I'm so sorry about this, and i hope you'll forgive me, no matter how long it takes sunbird, until we meet again", she didn't have time to ask what he meant because as soon as marc finished speaking he snapped nailah's killing her. "You did what you had to do marc, she'll come back, knowing osiris he'd never let her die before her time" khonshu spoke out as marc picked up a unconscious nailah with a sad sigh, he hated that he did it, and he knew nailah would be extremely pissed off. "Where are we even going" marc asked looking down at nailah then back up at khonshu who spoke, "where the hell do you think". Nailah knew where she was, she had been her before when Billy russo stabbed her with her own staff, it's how osiris became that little voice inside her head, but nailah was literally fuming now as osiris presented himself to her. "He killed me- HE FUCKING KILLED ME" nailah howled out in anger, her once brown eyes, now lit with a golden flame, nailah whipped back around to stare up at osiris who was expectedly calm. "Osiris-" her voice dripped with anger, "where did he take me" she knew the answer, but she just needed to hear it to fuel that fire waiting to erupt.

"Wake up and see for yourself knight", and before she could get any words out, she woke up gasping for air. She was in the bed, and marc was now standing near the window, shirtless throwing open the curtians to reveal cairo egypt. Nailah stood from the bed, realizing she was only in what she guessed was one of Marc's shirts, and shorts, and...the necklace frank, and marc had given her, but she pushed it away and was now staring at marc with pure anger in her eyes, and terror in her heart, "welcome back to egypt nailah", she was going to fucking kill him...again.

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The Scared to Be Lonely Series

SCARED TO BE LONELY 

Summary: After S.W.O.R.D. helps with the clean-up in the Cairo aftermath, they ask Marc to return the favor: guard a variant Loki’s estranged wife while Thor and S.W.O.R.D. try to track down the evasive Godbutcher. Yet leave it to a “catty space princess” to throw the Moon Knight for a loop

PART ONE (Rated E, primarily Marc x Fem!OC)

PART TWO  (Rated E, primarily Steven x Fem!OC)

PART THREE  (Rated E, primarily Jake x Fem!OC)

EPILOGUE  (Rated M, primarily Marc x Fem!OC)

BALLROOM BLITZ 

Summary: Sigyn brings the Moon Knight to a classy function at Buckingham Palace, and all hell breaks loose. A continuation of SCARED TO BE LONELY

PART ONE (Rated M, primarily Marc x Fem!OC)

PART TWO (Rated E, primarily Steven x Fem!OC & Jake x Fem!OC )

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Scared to be Lonely

Part Two   Part Three    Epilogue

Summary: After S.W.O.R.D. helps with the clean-up in the Cairo aftermath, they ask Marc to return the favor: guard a variant Loki’s estranged wife while Thor and S.W.O.R.D. try to track down the evasive Godbutcher. Yet leave it to a “catty space princess” to throw the Moon Knight for a loop. 

Pairing: Marc x Fem!OC, eventual Steven x Fem!OC and Jakex Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Marc x Layla

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI! 

Word Count: 7.3k (hahahaha wut?!)

TW/CW: Leave it to Oscar Isaac to end my decade (?) long hiatus from writing fic...it’s so long and filthy I had to split it up into parts instead of posting in one go like I’d planned. But for this bit - talk of divorce, mention of forced marriage, angst, oral (m receiving), fingering, dirty talk, barebacking (wrap it before you tap it IRL folx), p in v sex, and a smidge of creampie & cum-eating 

“This is beneath me,” Khonshu declared yet again, materializing on the bus seat across from Marc, “Since when does a venerated member of the Ennead, and therefore by extension his avatar, serve as a paladin for Loki’s brat bride?”

Marc pulled out his phone. Pretended to make a call. Held the phone to his ear and then spoke. “Since if it wasn’t for S.W.O.R.D. last month the clean-up in Cairo would’ve been more of a mess than it was.”

Khonshu bristled. “I don’t trust them.”

“We agree there. But all things considered, as far as S.W.O.R.D. calling in the favor I owe them, there could be worse asks. Besides, if there’s really a deranged godkiller out there, we need intel.”

“Resorting to lowly bureaucrats instead of finding the adversary yourself. No wonder she left yo--” 

“Ok talk to you soon!” Marc pretended to hang up and pushed Khonshu to the back of his mind. 

Any mention of Layla was a conversation-ender.  Khonshu was severely mistaken if he thought Marc was any more excited about guarding Loki’s ex-wife from another universe than he was, but if Marc was being honest, he could use a distraction. The two weeks since he’d signed the papers had been…rough. 

A calm, robotic female voice came over the bus’s loudspeaker and announced his stop. He stepped off the bus into an impossibly posh area of London. Funny how different areas of the city could be so starkly different they felt like separate worlds. 

The S.W.O.R.D. operative was waiting for Marc outside of Claridge’s as said he would be. 

“Agent Woo,” Marc greeted him. 

“Mister..?” Woo struggled with how to return the greeting, trying to determine who he was speaking to.

Marc watched him squirm for a moment or two, then put him out of his discomfort, “Spector. The other one has a British accent so thick it borders on hokey.” 

Sod off, Steven chimed from one of the polished window panes of the luxury hotel’s entryway. 

At least he counted you, Jake added. Marc was still grappling with the existence of another alter, and it was none of S.W.O.R.D’s business. 

“Oh, okay, thanks. Shall we?” Woo gestured to the door, eager to put his gaffe behind them.  

The two men made their way across the grand, bustling lobby. Marc had never been to the hotel, but it was more or less what he expected. Chandelier, black and white marble tiles, a sweeping staircase. 

“What am I walking into here?” Marc asked. When googling his charge, Sigyn, he hadn’t found much. He’d even consulted a few of Steven’s mythology books but they contained little more information about the Norse goddess. All Marc was working off of was, until recently, that she was the long-suffering wife of Loki, god of mischief and chaos, and that Sigyn was given the title of goddess of fidelity for her trouble. 

Woo called the elevator. “You read the brief?”

“Of course I read the brief,” Marc fired back. It had been frustratingly vague to his chagrin, but not to his surprise. Sigyn was a “variant”, a person who had come from another universe into theirs. In her dimension, she’d been married to Loki for centuries on Asgard and part of the ruling royal family. S.W.O.R.D. suspected that her universe’s Loki had gone rogue, conspiring with the entity who had been destroying gods across the multiverse. 

“She’s lovely,” Woo said as they got on the elevator. 

“Don’t bullshit me.” 

Woo deflated. “Her highness comes off as arrogant, imperious. Our psychiatrist says it’s because she’s still feeling vulnerable after her husband left her. We need her for intel obviously, but our team has lead on Gorr–”

“The godkiller” Marc interjected.

“Yes. Thor doesn’t want her to come. Our leadership agrees, it’s too risky. We can’t lose our two closest connections to Loki and Asgardian assets should the mission go south.” 

“So you called me to babysit rather than actually help you.”

“You are helping,” Woo insisted. “And your status as a consultant with us is delicate, Mr. Spector. S.W.O.R.D. is protecting you and your alter from several international authorities. Fail to keep the princess safe and perhaps we’ll reconsider.”

“Does she have the same affinity for lightning as her brother-in-law?” 

The elevator reached the top floor. 

“No, but like other Asgardians, she has increased strength and invulnerability, heightened senses and stamina, in addition to the Allspeak. She’s a practitioner of magic, but her skills are nowhere near Loki’s. She also tells us she can hold her own in a fight.”

“Hand-to-hand combat or with a weapon?” 

“Doesn’t matter. Under no circumstances is she to leave the premises of the hotel. We’d prefer if you two stayed in the suite at all times.” 

“Worse cages to be kept in,” Marc commented as they walked down the plush-carpeted hallway to what he guessed was a penthouse. 

“Tell that to her,” Woo muttered under his breath. 

The pair reached the door to the Asgardians’ suite. Two armed guards were posted outside. Marc stopped Woo before the agent could give the nod for entry to his colleagues. 

“Do I really have to call her your highness?”

“If she likes you she’ll let you call her Sigyn, she picked that up from Thor.”

“So you call her Sigyn.”  

Woo snorted. “Ha! No.”

With that, Woo motioned to the operatives and they opened the door. Six more guards and agents were inside from what he could see, and Marc could barely take in the elegance of the spacious and cream-colored suite before Thor stormed into its living area. He was in full battle guard: helmet, cape, and the massive axe that Marc always assumed was over-compensation for other “shortcomings”.

Hot on his heels was a woman adorned in a large gold helm of her own. Where Thor’s was winged on the sides, hers has two large semi-circles and a dazzling emerald inlaid in the center right above her brow. Though her respective cape was green - her husband’s color Steven clocked - she wore a glittering gold gown. Sigyn. 

The more Marc observed her, everything about Sigyn seemed gem-like. Long, honey-colored  tresses tumbled down her back, and her skin was fair but sun-kissed. A pair of sapphire-like blue eyes competed for brilliance with the emerald on her helmet. Her cheekbones were high, her lashes were long, her lips were full, and her build athletic.

Loki left her? What an idiot, Jake marveled. I’d chain her to my bed and live inside of her–

Marc blocked him out before Jake could finish the thought. 

Though you’ve got to admit, she certainly looks like a goddess, doesn’t she?

He turned away from Steven’s image in the mirrored cabinet behind the dining table across the room. Marc was a professional. Unlike his alters, he could handle being in the same room as a beautiful woman. He pulled himself out of his head, focusing on the argument unfolding in front of him.

“No one knows Loki like I do,” Sigyn asserted. 

Thor wasn’t convinced. “I’m his brother.” 

“Adopted brother. I’m his wife,” she countered. 

“Estranged wife,” Thor shot back just as quickly. He scrubbed a massive hand over his face. It was clear they’d had this dispute before. “I need you to stay here, Sigyn. You’ll get your crack at him, I swear it, but not yet. 

Thor spotted them before the princess could get another word in. “Oh brilliant! Your knight is here!” 

The Asgardian crossed to them quickly, his hurried gait betraying his desperation to change the subject. Sigyn glared at the trio of men with disdain. She may have only married into royalty, but it appeared to Marc that Sigyn definitely had her imperial sneer down. 

“Cut the cow dung, brother. You mean my nanny.” She narrowed her gaze onto Marc. Everyone else in the room followed suit. 

Sigyn’s stare was withering. Was he supposed to bow? “Don’t you dare”, Khonshu protested. 

Marc offered his hand instead. “Marc Spector…your highness.” 

Sigyn didn’t take his hand. The princess’s face gave away nothing. Instead, she looked at Thor expectantly. 

“Lord Spector, allow me to introduce you to her royal highness Princess Sigyn of Asgard.” 

“Thanks but um, I’m not a lord.” 

Thor was thrown. “You’re a knight, aren’t you?” 

“I’m the avatar of the Egyptian god, Khonshu. Moon Knight is a title but I don’t have subjects or anything.”

Sigyn groaned. “Norns”. She swept out of the living area into what must have been a bedroom, making sure to slam the door behind her. 

Thor broke the subsequent awkward silence. 

“So now you’ve met my sister,” he sent the other men a conciliatory smile. “Technically, we’re not siblings, or really in-laws even, but she’s fast become the younger sister I never had, you know?”

“Sure,” Marc offered. 

“I’m an only child,” Agent Woo blurted. 

“Anyway, Marc, I was hoping to see Khonshu! It’s been a literal eternity since I’ve seen that crazy old bird!” Thor scanned the room.“Is he here?”

Marc glimpsed Khonshu in his periphery shaking his head. “Not now, no,” he lied. “The Ennead relocated to the Overvoid, so it’s complicated to–”

“We need to go,” a female voice tinged with an eastern European accent interrupted him. A smaller blonde woman entered in tactical gear. “Is the Princess Bride taken care of?” 

“Yes!” Thor exclaimed. “Marc Spector, Yelena Belova.” 

Yelena shook Marc’s hand. “You’re Sigyn’s personal detail?” he nodded. “You poor son of a bitch.”

“I’ve been a mercenary for over a decade, I think I can handle a catty space princess.” 

“Exactly! You’re the best there is,” Thor pulled Marc close to him. The Asgardian lowered his tone, “She’s been through a lot as of late. First her husband leaves her and then she’s transported to a different realm, in an entirely different universe where they were never wed, not to mention he’s dead here too.”

“I get it. Sort of. I got divorced recently.” Marc had no idea why he said it. Did he drink and fight about the split from Layla? Yes. But talk about it? Never. 

“Great!” The god of thunder caught himself. “It’s not great, I’m sorry, though perhaps you wanted to get divorced? Who am I kidding? Breakups are always hard. Well, they are for me, you seem like the stoic type. But it is great you two have something in common.”

The suite had nearly emptied. Before Thor followed suit, he went to Sigyn’s closed door and knocked. No answer. 

“Seeg? We’re leaving.” Still no response. Thor tried another tactic. “They may come here, you know. That’s why we need you and Marc to stay behind.” 

Sigyn’s reply came in the form of a pillow being hurled at Thor’s face that sailed through a gold hole in the top half of the door that disappeared as swiftly as it materialized.  

Bloody hell, Steven marveled at the casual use of magic. 

Thor remained undeterred, shouting “I love you, sister!” before he took his leave. 

Agent Woo headed for the door too, clapping Marc on the shoulder. “She’s all yours.”  

Marc stopped him. “Wait, you’re not staying?” 

“I thought you read the brief! It clearly outlined that this is an all-hands-on-deck situation, which is why we called you. Plus, I'm pretty sure she despises me. The door guards stay. Charge whatever you need to the room. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

Less than a minute later, the room was deserted. Marc approached Sigyn’s door. He tried knocking and calling for her, but she remained non-responsive. 

“She didn’t climb out the window, did she?” 

“The princess is still here,” Khonshu assured him before adding “unfortunately.” 

“Might as well make the best of it.” 

Marc wasted no time flopping onto the couch that probably cost more than his last car, ordering room service, and several putting pay-per-view fights on S.W.O.R.D’s tab. If he was lucky, Sigyn would stay holed up in the bedroom until everyone came back. 

Those hopes were dashed ninety minutes later when the princess emerged from her bedroom and padded into the living room. No longer in her ceremonial battle armor, Sigyn wore a simple ivory linen dress. Marc turned off the TV reflexively when she entered the room. 

Sigyn studied him, her eyes inquisitive and piercing. “You’re the Moon Knight?”

“Just Moon Knight. No ‘the’. Fuck it, just call me Marc.” 

“But there’s another man that lives within you.” 

“Yes.” 

“What’s his name?” 

“Steven.”

Sigyn nodded, digesting the information. Marc was surprised to see there were no traces of wariness or distaste on her face, simply curiosity. 

“And you both serve Khonshu?”

“I do more than he does.” 

Wouldn’t at all if it were up to me, Steven remarked, his face warped in the silver of the serving cover that the room service had been delivered under. 

“I’d like to apologize for my behavior earlier. I made a rather terrible first impression.”

“Don’t mention it. Thor told me what you’re dealing with right now.” 

An exasperated sigh escaped past Sigyn’s plump lips, “I wish he hadn’t. He treats me as if I were made of glass, it drives me mad.” 

“He cares about you.” 

She softened slightly. “It’s all too easy to forget he's not actually the brother I’ve spent the last however many years with. Otherwise he’d know.” 

“Know what?”

“That I am not a fragile, helpless princess that needs your protection, Marc.” 

He stood, went to her. Marc fought to ignore the intoxicating scent of jasmine that flooded his nostrils when he crowded his space to test her. “Oh yeah? So why haven’t you given me the slip then? 

Her sapphire eyes turned hungry. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

“Not if I can help it.”

Sigyn chuckled. She lifted her chin in an attempt to make up for the inch or so Marc had her height-wise. “You remind me of my husband. Ex-husband.” 

“Ouch,” he replied with faux hurt. 

“You strike me as a man who doesn’t take well to authority,” she explained, “so are you really going to listen to those puny Midgardian peons and keep us confined to this room?”

Marc smirked at her, but he didn’t answer Sigyn. This was a game he could play. And win.

“Perhaps you really are only a knight in name, hmm? Especially if you’re afraid of protecting a superior being who received her combat training from Odin’s elite Crimson Hawks.”

It was Marc’s turn to chuckle. She was goading him, trying to use reverse psychology. He leaned in close, hovered his lips millimeters from her ear. “Nice try.” 

Marc stepped back from her and returned to the couch. Clicked the TV back on. Before he could resume the boxing match he’d been watching, Sigyn followed him to the couch.

“Merely my only opening gambit. I’d caution you trying to play mind games with me, Marc. I was married to the god of mischief for a very long time.” 

“Sweetie, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.” 

“It’s your highness.” 

That’s it, give me the body! Jake demanded. I’m going to bend her over and–

Marc did his best to retain control of the body and cover any signs from bleeding onto his face as he stared Sigyn down. 

Khonshu didn’t make it any easier, “For once I agree with the ruffian.” 

“Marc?” 

“Yeah”

“Are you well?” 

“Never better,” he pivoted immediately. “Cards on the table, I only agreed to this because I want to know more about the godkiller–”

“Godbutcher.” 

“Excuse me?”

“He calls himself the Godbutcher”. 

“That’s a hell of a name to give yourself,” Marc mused. “Who has he butchered so far?” 

“We don’t know how many. I’ve overheard that some members of the Greek pantheon were victims. Thor refuses to tell me anything more, which means he’s afraid.” 

“Where were they going?” 

“You believe they’d tell me?”

“No I don’t, but you’re too savvy to wait to be told,” Marc pressed. “You must know something.”

The television remote flew from the table into Sigyn’s hand. She turned off the TV. “Take me to dinner and I’ll tell you all that I know. I hear the restaurant downstairs is fabulous.” 

“So you can be closer to an exit and lose me in a crowd? I don’t think so.” 

“I genuinely haven’t the faintest idea where they went,” she averred. “If I did, we likely wouldn’t be able to follow them anyhow since you don’t have the tech, nor I the magic to traverse the multiverse.” 

“They’re traveling inter-dimensionally?” 

“That’s the most I was able to glean.” 

“Why are you telling me this?” 

“Because I have been locked in these rooms for nearly four days and I am going mad,” Sigyn confessed, her eyes locked with Marc’s so he could see the truth in them. 

“The restaurant downstairs,” he agreed. Sigyn’s face lit up. “That’s it though.”

“Of course,” she flit back to her room. 

“I should have claimed Layla for my next avatar when I had the chance,” Khonshu lamented. Marc turned to face him. “You don’t use the head on your shoulders to negotiate.”

“Keep her out of your craven attempts to control me,” Marc fired back. “I’m containing Sigyn so you can go find where Thor and S.W.O.R.D. went to.” 

Khonshu cocked his skull, impressed. “Perhaps you’re not as useless as I thought.” 

The god vanished and Marc snuck over to Sigyn’s bedroom, listening through the door. She was on the phone. 

“Under Sigyn Odi–-Sigyn Frodisdottir please. No, the private dining room won’t be necessary.” 

Marc’s notion of Sigyn trying to lose him among the hotel guests wasn’t unfounded after all it seemed. He was taken aback by how gracious the princess was, however. There wasn’t a trace of the haughtiness in her tone that she’d spoken to Marc or the S.W.O.R.D agents with. 

Sigyn continued with who Marc guessed was the concierge, “I was curious if your personal shopper might be available? Wonderful! One minute, I’ll ask him–”

Her footsteps got closer and Marc launched himself through the hallway to resume his position on the couch before the door opened. When Sigyn appeared, Marc was tapping away on his phone, pretending he’d been there the entire time. 

She handed him the receiver. “The shopper requires your measurements.” 

“I thought we were just going to dinner?”

“Not with you dressed like that.”

Marc rolled his eyes. So much for Sigyn abandoning her royal airs. She retreated to her room once more and left Marc with the phone. 

He put the phone to his ear. “Don’t make me look like a douche, alright?”

*** 

It’s official. You definitely look like a douche, Jake mocked Marc’s reflection as he straightened his tie in the suite’s spare bedroom. 

I think we look sharp, Steven offered. 

“Fuck it,” Marc took off the tie and tossed it on the bed. He undid the top three buttons of the hideously expensive shirt the Claridge’s personal shopper got him instead. Sigyn would deal. 

Marc called for her, “We gotta go! You said seven, right?”

“A moment more!” Came the princess’s muffled reply through the door. 

He waited for her in the living room. Caught his reflection again on the TV screen. 

“I do look like a douche.” 

Sigyn’s door opened before Marc could change back to the clothes he arrived in. Her hair was artfully piled atop her head, exposing the golden skin of Sigyn’s shoulders since the deceptively simple, short black dress she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. 

“Don’t clean you up well.” She remarked as she approached him. 

It took Marc a moment to acknowledge that she was speaking to him. He was a professional, but this wasn’t an impetuous princess before him. Dressed in earthly clothes, Sigyn was simply a knockout. He liked this version of her better. The golden helmet and cape and shimmering gown were unnecessary adornments to her beauty. 

Jake and Steven immediately, simultaneously, demanded control of the body. It felt as if four fists were pounding on his skill from the inside. Marc didn’t blame them, but there was also no way in hell they were going to ruin the delicate connection he’d forged with Sigyn.

Who do you think you’re kidding? Jake scoffed. You want first dibs on fucking her.

Sigyn’s hand cautiously touched his arm, snapping Marc out of his thoughts. 

“Marc? Can you hear me?” Her brow was furrowed in concern. The strappy heels she wore gave her the height advantage now. 

“Yeah,” he said, “yes. Sorry.” 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to do this.” 

“No, I want to,” the words left Marc’s lips without permission. _Get it together Spector, _he thought, it’s like you’ve never seen a pair of tits before. He needed to backpedal. “I mean, we had a deal.”

Sigyn grinned. “Shall we then?” 

The restaurant was dark and enveloping in its design - aubergine walls, low lighting, velvet seats. A singer and her small band occupied one of the corners; her sultry voice suited the ambiance of the establishment well as she serenaded its patrons. 

Marc wasted no time ordering the most expensive champagne on the menu to spite S.W.O.R.D. Once the waiter departed from the table, he got right to it. 

“So the godbutcher.”

A nervous laugh escaped Sigyn. She fidgeted, and even in the dim lighting, Marc could tell the princess was blushing. “In Asgard we usually wait for the first course before we discuss the matter at hand, Mister Spector.” 

Marc readied a retort until he caught Sigyn's fingers unconsciously drifting to her left ring finger, as if to twirl a wedding band, only to remember a moment too late it was bare. 

That’s when it occurred to him. She may be considered a goddess, but Sigyn was clearly a profoundly lonely woman. Not only had she been forsaken by her husband, as morally ambiguous as he was, she was on a strange planet in a completely different universe from hers with men in suits keeping her cooped up in a gilded cage. Why else would she not have escaped from the suite and insisted Marc dress up and take her dinner? 

He understood how she felt. All too well. But before Sigyn’s plight could truly tug on his heartstrings, Marc shut it down. He could work with this. Sigyn wanted the boyfriend experience? Marc would give her the boyfriend experience and get what he needed. 

Better give me the body, Steven entreated, only his eyes visible on the thin blade of Marc’s butterknife. You’re a bit too gruff to deliver the boyfriend experience, aren't you? 

“Shut up,” Marc whispered. 

Sigyn had heard. “Beg your pardon?” 

“Nothing,” he covered. “And I’m sorry your highness, you’re right, it was inappropriate of me to ask you right away.”

“I shouldn’t expect a Midgardian to observe the customs of a realm to which he’s never been,” she admitted. “Please call me Sigyn.”

Marc smiled a wolfish grin. He was in. 

“Nevertheless, I wish to know more about my enigmatic sentry.”

“Not much to know,” Marc deflected. His response was an automatic defense mechanism. Don’t let anyone get close, or let them learn anything they could use against him. Yet he knew he needed to give Sigyn something if he was going to coax anything useful out of her. “From Chicago, that’s in America. Do you know America? It’s um, across the-”

“I’ve heard of America,” she reassured him. 

“Served in the military which led me to mercenary work which led me into the service of Khonshu.” There. That was something.

Sigyn giggled as their waiter brought their champagne. “You say it with such simplicity.” 

“Yeah well, something tells me you’re a lot more interesting,” Marc countered.

“Is that so?” 

“You’re very different with me than you were with your brother and S.W.O.R.D.” he remarked.  

“Because you don’t look at me with pity,” Sigyn explained. “In their eyes I’m the silly, stupid woman who married the evil god because she didn’t know any better. Whereas they all saw this coming lightyears away apparently, and regard me as if I didn’t know my husband after centuries of marriage.”

“I get it,” Marc told her, making sure to catch her gaze. “I really do.”

Sigyn didn’t know what or how to ask about Marc’s…condition, so she stayed silent and took a sip of her champagne instead. 

Marc followed her line of sight to the band. A few couples had taken to the small dance floor in front of the musicians. Sigyn watched them with equal parts wonder and wistfulness. 

“Do you dance on Asgard?” 

“Yes but not like this,” Sigyn kept her eyes on the dancers. “Here it looks to be about two people merely being close to each other. On Asgard, it’s much more formal, impersonal even. The first time I met Loki he asked me to dance.” 

“Did he?” 

“I could hardly believe it.”

“Why?” When Sigyn looked at Marc in confusion, he elaborated, “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

Sigyn flushed, a mix of the alcohol and the compliment.

“My entire childhood, my mother’s complete focus was getting Thor to wed my elder sister. Which if I’m honest, I learned not to mind, since it meant I could do what I like, court who I wanted. But the shock on her face when she discovered that a prince had asked little Sigyn to dance instead of her prized Astrid,” her expression darkened, “It’s probably why I stayed with him after the shock at the wedding.’

“What do you mean?”

“The night Loki danced with me I was already betrothed to a friend of my brothers’, a fellow Crimson Hawk. Theoric. We were madly in love and Loki could see that. So he arranged for Theo to be killed in battle and posed as him. Odin married us, and it was only after we had sealed our vows that he revealed who I had actually pledged eternity to.” 

“Fuck” was all Marc could muster in response. Sigyn sent him a wan smile.

“Odin was enraged, marriage was binding but no one ought to be wed under false pretenses. So he offered me the goddess of fidelity. And I suppose because of all the resentment I harbored for my mother, I accepted. Yet I grew to love it - both my husband and my role. Odin and Frigga had begun to send me on my own diplomatic envoys before…” she swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing, “before all of this happened.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Sigyn blinked away a tear. “Tremendous. Now you pity me too.” 

“I never said that.” 

Sigyn took another sip of her champagne. The band began a new song, the bass and strings made for an enticing mix. 

“Dance with me,” Marc said. 

“Don’t trouble yourself.”

“Sigyn.”

“I don’t wish to anymore.”

Marc stood. Reached out his hand. 

“Stand up.“ It wasn’t a request. At last, Sigyn obeyed. 

Who knew her highness is just as good at taking orders as she is giving them, Jake noted as Marc led them to join the few couples already dancing. 

Somewhere in the middle 

Think I lied a little 

Sigyn was a quick study as to where to place her hands, fighting to ensure that her face wouldn't betray just how good it felt to grip Marc’s hard but warm flesh under her hands, and the two were sidestepping together in no time. 

“Thank you,” she whispered. 

I know that I seem a little stressed out 

But you’re here now 

And you’re turning me on

Marc ignored how intoxicating Sigyn’s closeness was and focused on how to get more information out of her. It was clear she was feeling vulnerable, he needed to meet her where she was at. 

“I got divorced. Recently.”

Sigyn’s eyes found Marc’s, open and compassionate. “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” he shrugged, “but know I do get what you’re going through.” 

Put my mind at ease 

Pretty please 

“At least with my ex-wi—with Layla, things were pretty cut and dry as to why. I couldn’t be there for her, I couldn’t protect her, now she’s mixed up in the same shit as I am” Marc shared. “But what I can’t figure out is why Loki would leave you to team up with someone who wants you all dead.” 

“Because he wants a throne,” Sigyn answered simply. “He’s always wanted a realm of his own to rule over. I suppose he believes allying himself with Gorr will not merely dispose of Thor but all deities who would challenge him.”

“But Gorr would kill him-“

“Not if Loki double-crosses him first,” Sigyn pointed out. 

She knows how he thinks, Marc noted to himself, the song’s dulcet melody filling the silence. 

If we take it further I swear I ain’t gonna break 

So baby come try me 

“But what do I know? Things had been comfortable, content between us. This could just as easily be his latest and arguably his grandest act of self-sabotage,” Sigyn mused. “A subject you seem well-acquainted with, no?” 

“Dinner, dancing, and head-shrinking? You really know how to show a guy a good time, your highness.” 

“Tell me Marc, did Layla ever say she required your protection?” 

He bristled, refusing to reply.

“I don’t know her—“

“Yeah, you don’t.”

“But I’d venture that Layla, if she married you, hardly wanted, let alone needed, your protection.”

Marc’s grip tightened on Sigyn’s waist but he said nothing. They continued to dance in silence as the band moved into a new song. 

Too much time, losing track of us

Where was the real?

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe Loki left you to protect you from what he felt he had to do?” 

“A noble thought.” The same pained smile spread across Sigyn’s lips. “But you don’t know my husband.” 

“I don’t,” he conceded, “but if our paths cross, I’ll be sure to kick his ass.” 

“By all means. If there’s anything left after I’m finished with him, that is.”

Marc laughed, instinctively holding Sigyn closer, their lips millimeters apart. The air seemed to crackle around them. 

Is it just our bodies? 

Are we both losing our minds?

Instead of bringing his mouth to hers, Marc turned his face to murmur into Sigyn’s ear. “How about we get out of here?” 

She shook her head. “Take me upstairs.” 

Is the only reason you’re holding me tonight ‘cause we’re scared to be lonely?  

Marc didn’t need to be told twice. As soon as the song came to an end, he escorted Sigyn off of the dance floor and out of the restaurant. With the way the waitstaff was fawning over the princess, he figured they’d know to put their meal on S.W.O.R.D.’s tab. 

They crossed the expansive lobby with Marc’s arm around Sigyn’s waist, but not daring to do anything more. The wait for the elevator was excruciating, he could already feel himself beginning to grow hard, but all bets were off when the larger metallic doors closed behind them. 

Their lips crashed together with a surprising amount of force, finally no longer denying their desire for each other. Sigyn’s hands gripped either side of Marc’s face, while his hands found purchase on her hips, walking her blindly back into the wall of the elevator, pressing his hard-on against her. 

A throaty moan escaped Sigyn’s mouth in between harsh, hungry kisses when she felt Marc’s erection against her hip. She grinded against him, savoring the friction, detaching their lips to whisper, “Is that all for me, Moon Knight?” 

He mouthed at her neck, encircling each of her wrists in his hands, pinning them to the wall, “Shut up.” 

Sigyn acquiesced with a giggle that suddenly morphed in a moan when Marc bit down on the juncture of her neck and shoulder. 

The elevator doors opened to their floor with a high chime. The pair stumbled out and disconnected, Marc adjusting his jacket to try and hide his boner while Sigyn smoothed out her dress, both aware that there were still two guards posted at the other end of the hallway outside the suite. 

“Your highness,” they greeted them, opening the door for Sigyn and Marc. 

She smiled and acknowledged the guards with a nod, hoping her eyes telegraphed Sigyn’s gratitude for not commenting on their appearances. 

As soon as the door closed behind them in the suite, the two launched themselves at each other once more. This time Marc’s hands went straight under the hem of Sigyn’s dress to her ass and lifted the princess into his arms. 

“I should fuck you against the door so they can hear,” Marc growled. 

“Naughty,” Sigyn played with the hair at the nape of his neck, “spread me out on the bed first.” 

Marc obliged, carrying her into the bedroom, and depositing Sigyn on the bed with a toss. She laid back amongst the pillows, separating her legs to give Marc a glimpse of the scrap of black lace covering her as he stripped off his shirt and toed off his loafers. 

“Turn around,” he ordered. 

Sigyn did so, and Marc unzipped her dress and slid it down her shoulders, kissing every newly exposed notch of her back as he went. He slipped off her stilettos and pushed the black fabric down her hips, Marc’s mouth watering when Sigyn’s full, toned ass came into view. He snapped the strap of her flimsy thong against her golden skin, earning a shiver from Sigyn.

“This ass,” he groaned as he pulled Sigyn’s back flush with his front. Marc snaked his hands up her taut abdomen, then cupped her breasts in his large hands. 

“Marc,” she mewled as he resumed his attack on her neck. 

He teased her nipples, pinching them. “What do you want?”

She answered him by slithering out of his grasp and twisting back around on the bed, sitting back on her heels. Sigyn’s hands went straight to Marc’s belt, undoing the strip of leather and unzipping his fly. She reached inside, taking his massive, insistent bulge in hand through Marc’s boxer-briefs, squeezing him through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he grunted. 

Sigyn withdrew only to pull his pants and underwear down, Marc aiding her and by kicking them off. He stood before her in all of his glory, and a wicked, satisfied glint flashed in Sigyn’s eyes when she was able to take in Marc’s member without any obstruction. She bit her lip unconsciously - he was uncut and thick. An errant thought danced through her mind —she owed her sort-of brother-in-law an apology and her heartiest gratitude for pairing them together. 

Concentrating back on the task before her, Sigyn pumped Marc a few times, climbed off the bed, and knelt before him. She brought her lips to his head tracing the shape of her mouth before laving kitten licks up his length. 

Marc gazed down at Sigyn through hooded lids as his cock slipped between her lips and she bobbed up and down. He rested a hand on the back of Sigyn's head, guiding her eager mouth along the length of his dick. Shit she was good at this. 

Well, she is a thousand-year-old goddess, Steven pointed out, probably had loads of time to practice. 

The last thing Marc wanted to do was think about Sigyn with another man, the thought prompted him to begin thrusting into the warm, wet suction of the princess’s mouth. She moaned. 

C’mon, fuck her mouth, Jake urged in Steven’s absence. 

As if she could read their thoughts, Sigyn grasped onto the globes of Marc’s ass and pulled him deeper. His eyes rolled back in his head as she proceeded to deep throat him. Did Asgardians not have gag reflexes? 

Marc could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. He pulled himself from between Sigyn’s plush lips, but the princess looking up at him with her wide sapphire orbs and glistening pout was nearly enough to undo Marc. 

“Wanna come in your pussy,” he offered as an explanation, lifting Sigyn to her feet and pushing back onto the bed again. This time, he covered her body with his, Marc’s hand slipping down to her underwear, toying with Sigyn’s clit through the lace. 

She let out a breathy cry, both relieved and riled up that her core was getting some much-needed attention. Marc’s dexterous fingers continued playing with her while another slipped between her folds, earning another keen from the princess. He proceeded to rip the thong clean off her body and redouble his efforts by thrusting two fingers inside of Sigyn. She canted her hips to meet his strokes, just as hungry for this as he was. 

“Sigyn,” he murmured. 

“Hgggnnn,” came her incredibly coherent reply. 

“We need protection.” 

Her eyes popped open, her brow creasing. “From what?”

“Sexually transmitted diseases,” he explained, “and pregnancy.” 

“Our kind can’t contract any diseases from yours,” she panted. Marc hadn’t ceased his ministrations and hit a particularly delectable spot inside of her. “And I take a – um, tincture. F-f-for contraception.” 

His thumb drew circles around her clit. “Fuck me already, Marc,” she demanded. 

Marc was all too eager to acquiesce. He withdrew his fingers from Sigyn, inserting them into her eager mouth while he lined himself up with her dripping core. Sigyn licked Marc’s digits clean, treating him to more insistent, needy moans as he ran the head of his cock through her wetness. 

At last Marc sank into Sigyn’s tight cunt. She felt just as heavenly as he’d imagined she would, her walls clinging to his shaft in a vice-like grip, encouraging him to sheath himself further. 

As Marc pulled out to thrust back in deeper, Sigyn wrapped an arm around his neck and brought their mouths together once again. They collided in a mess of teeth and tongues, Sigyn breaking the liplock only when Marc picked up the pace of his hips, her neck thrashing to the side. 

It felt as though Marc was consuming her, spearing her apart with his thick girth, and she loved it. What they shared felt more primal than her lovemaking with Loki had been as of late. Sex was a tactic or carefully calculated move in the chess game that her marriage had become, with Marc it seemed that they needed each other equally as badly, and for the same reason. To forget someone else. 

And with a face like that and the way Marc pistoned his fat cock into her, Sigyn had no problem with forgetting everything except the stretch in her pussy, Marc’s dark, unflinching gaze, and the pair of bulging biceps that held her wrists above her head. 

“You’re so strong,” Sigyn exhaled. 

Marc grunted a reply, continuing to hammer into her. 

“But so am I,” Sigyn smirked as broke free of his grasp, flipping them over so she was on top. She canted her hips and pinned Marc’s wrists just as he had hers, a devilish grin playing across her kiss-bruised lips.

Despite the hot thrill that raced down Marc’s spine at having a partner who could match his strength and the view of Sigyn’s tits bouncing in time with his thrusts, he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Marc rolled them over again, splaying Sigyn back on the bed. He hooked the backs of her knees in the bends of his elbows to spread her legs wider and pounded in deeper. 

Sigyn threw her head back against the bed’s downy comforter. “Norns, Marc, yes.” 

But Marc was unable to shake the idea of fucking the Asgardian against the wall. He collected her in his arms and carried her to the wall opposite the bed. Sigyn’s breath hitched when Marc re-entered her and resumed his punishing pace. She clenched around him even harder, relishing the contrast between the rigid, polished wood paneling at her back and Marc’s searing flesh, damp with sweat, pressing into her front. 

Marc was unrelenting in his assault on Sigyn’s pussy, driving his hips into her, earning a hybrid of a moan and shriek when the tip of his cock found her g-spot. He focused there with his thrusts, swallowing Sigyn’s cries and moans as he impaled her. Though initially Marc has wanted the guards to hear just how well he was fucking her royal highness, he’d changed his mind. Now he wanted all of Sigyn’s sweet little sounds for himself. 

Particularly sweet was the sound of slick slap on skin-on-skin from where they were joined. “Do you hear that?” Marc asked her, his voice gravel. It sent another shudder through Sigyn. “You’re so wet for me baby, you gonna come on my cock?” 

Sigyn pulled Marc closer to her, digging her manicured nails into the thick muscles of his traps. “Make me.” 

The Asgardian’s challenge spurred Marc to redouble his efforts, holding Sigyn up with his pistoning hips and only one arm, the other shooting straight down to her clit. He rubbed rough, persistent circles into the nub, prompting Sigyn’s cunt to clench around him so tightly he could barely thrust. 

Marc didn’t mind though, he ground his hips into hers and continued his stream of filthy goading, “You like that? ‘Cause I love the way your tight cunt is squeezing me. Come on, cream on my cock baby.”

Sigyn snapped with a loud, unprincess-like wail as she came, her pussy spasming around Marc’s hot length inside her. Her orgasm rushed like a roaring flame through her veins, her nails digging so deep into Marc’s shoulders she nearly drew blood. Marc didn’t stop grinding his dick into her core as Sigyn came, prolonging her release as he chased his. She didn’t know how long it took for the blinding euphoria to settle, but when Sigyn regained coherence Marc was still frantically fucking into her. 

Despite the oversensitivity beginning to set into her groin, Sigyn tightened around his pulsing dick again and urged him on, “Marc, wanna feel you.” 

That did it - not a moment later was Marc painting her walls with his hot seed. He slammed his free hand against the wall and his chest vibrated with a deep groan as he emptied himself inside of Sigyn, the climax so good he could forget about Khonshu, his divorce, and the impending threat of the Godbutcher, if only for a moment. 

Marc gathered the remains of his strength and walked them back over to the bed, his softening cock still inside Sigyn. This time he lay her on the now mussed duvet much more gingerly, and extracted himself from her just as carefully. 

They lay beside each other, looking into each other’s eyes for the right thing to say. This was so not how Marc thought tonight would go when he got the call from Agent Woo, but he was not complaining. 

Marc spoke first. “How do you feel?” 

Sigyn smiled - not an imperious smirk, nor the grin she used to mask her pain when talking about Loki. A genuine, unguarded smile. “Very good.” 

“Just very good?” Marc scoffed with mock offense.

“Very very good,” Sigyn assured him with a kiss. “Wonderful, even. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” Marc found it too easy to get lost in Sigyn’s eyes. “I am famished, though.” 

“You did work up quite the appetite, Mister Spector,” Sigyn remarked. She sat up, pushing herself off of the bed. “Order us something, I’m going to clean up.” 

What a gentleman you are, Steven fumed, leaving her to fend for herself as soon as you’re finished. 

Marc sat up as well, eschewing firing back at Steven that he barely wasn’t a virgin anymore, and grabbed Sigyn’s wrist as she headed toward the en-suite. “I can get you–”

“It’s no trouble,” she told him. She gestured to her now thoroughly wrecked updo. “Besides I should tend to this.”

“Wait, let me…” Marc slid his fingertip along the inside of Sigyn’s thigh where his release had trickled out of her. She bent over obediently and sucked it clean, making Marc’s spent cock twitch in a valiant attempt to harden again so soon.

He enjoyed the view of the naked princess traipsing into the bathroom, then grabbed the in-room phone.

 Part 2 

A/N: The night’s just getting started for Sigyn and the Moon Boys... 

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Scared to Be Lonely- Part 2

Part 1  Part 3  Epilogue

Summary: Sigyn meets Steven. Feels and sexytimes ensue.

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Pairing: Steven Grant x Fem!OC, past Marc Spector x Fem!OC, eventual Jake x Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Steven x Layla 

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: Oh my goodness everyone thank you for the great response! So encouraging for a long-time lurker, first-time poster. It helps me to keep writing and get the next part to y’all all that much quicker. 

TW/CW: Back with a healthy dose of angst, Steven being a mythology nerd, nipple play, oral (f receiving), fingering, riding, praise kink because hello it’s Steven, multiple orgasms, maybe a touch of softdom!Sigyn if you squint, aftercare

Truthfully, Sigyn was glad for the brief respite from Marc’s presence. It wasn’t that she hadn’t immensely enjoyed what had just transpired, but it had been a long time since Sigyn had been so vulnerable with a partner, so open. She needed a moment to collect herself. 

After relieving herself, Sigyn looked at her tousled appearance in the wide bathroom mirror. Her hair was precisely the bird's nest she’d feared it had become after being railed by Marc. She extracted the pins and brushed out her hair. She washed her face too for good measure, finding her lover’s baritone voice drifting into the bathroom oddly soothing. 

His voice took an edge however, and then quickly became a mutter. Then a rustling of the duvet. Her curiosity piqued, Sigyn ambled back into the bedroom. 

Marc hadn’t moved from the bed, though he’d gotten under the covers. He wasn’t on the phone anymore. Sigyn took a moment to observe his change in posture since his back was turned to her. Marc was hunched over and seemingly had no idea what to do with his hands, his fingers drumming across the sheets and pillows. 

“Everything alright?” Sigyn asked, crossing to rejoin him on the bed. When he caught sight of her, Marc’s eyes widened and he instantly averted his gaze, as if he hadn’t undressed the Asgardian himself less than an hour earlier. 

“Oh! Erm, yeah. I mean, yes your highness.” 

Sigyn’s sapphire eyes twinkled. “Now you use my title.” 

“Right sorry, you said we don't have to-“

She climbed on the bed, further puzzled by how Marc seemed to coil like a spring when she got close to him. Was he having regrets? He had seemed quite content just a moment ago, but now everything about him seemed different…

“Are you making a jest of my accent?” 

“No, this is how I talk, I'm afraid.”

The realization slapped Sigyn across the face like a burst of cold water. She’d forgotten. The other man who lived within Marc. 

“I’m Steven.” 

Sigyn didn’t quite know how to proceed. She watched Steven carefully as he fidgeted in the bed. He truly did appear to be an entirely different person. 

“Lovely to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s mine really,” he insisted. His bashfulness made a stark, though endearing, contrast to Marc’s brooding self-assuredness. “It’s not everyday you meet royalty, let alone a Norse goddess.” 

Sigyn leaned in to Steven, covertly delighting in the way his body tensed again with desire at her closeness. It made her feel powerful in a way she hadn't experienced in a long time - while she and Marc had shared an evenly matched repartee, Sigyn knew she was in control with Steven. “Can I tell you a secret?” 

“Alright,” came Steven’s shaky reply. 

“The more time I spend here on Midgard, the more I believe we’re not all that different,” Sigyn divulged. “But you mustn't tell the S.W.O.R.D. agents that.” 

Steven countered, “Your secret’s safe with me. But I don’t think most of us can send pillows through solid doors.”  

“So you…forgive me–I simply wish to clarify–you could hear my conversations with Marc? See what he saw?” Sigyn inquired. 

The immediate flush that colored Steven’s cheeks answered for her. He fixed his gaze firmly on the blanket below him. “S-s-sorry, erm, it’s complicated. I didn’t mean to infringe on you, on your...on what you were doing…” 

Liar, Marc’s voice rang in his head with such scorn Steven could practically hear his eye roll. 

“Steven, stop.” Sigyn interrupted him. “I was married to a man who could shapeshift and make copies of himself,” she placed her hands on top of his. “I've had wilder nights, I assure you.”

That only made Steven blush deeper. Sigyn chuckled, she couldn't help herself. She found Marc’s mild-mannered alter positively darling. 

“We don’t need to talk anymore,” Steven’s head snapped up at the implications of Sigyn’s suggestion. “We could simply go to sleep.”

“No!” The vehemence in Steven’s protest startled Sigyn. Perhaps he wasn’t so mild-mannered after all. Before she could press further, there was a knock at the door. 

“The food.” Steven clambered out of the bed hastily to prevent Sigyn from doing so, so determined that he temporarily forgot his nudity. He fruitlessly tried to cover himself from the princess’s amused gaze as he rooted around for Marc’s discarded underwear. Sigyn put him out of his misery, conjuring a simple set of pajamas onto his form. He spooked at first, then sent her a grateful, sheepish grin, “Cheers.” 

Steven reemerged a few moments later, rolling the room service cart in himself.  “Figured you’d prefer some privacy.”

Sigyn murmured her gratitude and beckoned Steven to rejoin her on the bed. The sight of the Asgardian sitting in bed, sheets pooled around her waist, her chest still bare, her honey locks no longer pinned up but loose and framing her face could make Steven forget his own name. 

Forget it then and let me get a taste of that pussy, Jake urged him.

Steven ignored his alter and the pair helped themselves to the room service, falling into easy yet animated conversation. He couldn’t help but ask more about Sigyn’s life on Asgard, the guileless enthusiasm that shone from his eyes coaxing the princess to share. He wasn’t mining for intel like Marc, every detail Sigyn recounted about her home realm fascinated him. The princess matched his eagerness with questions about Khonshu and the Ennead, curious as to how their pantheons compared. 

“And the Bifrost? It’s really real?” Steven asked as he collected their plates to place them back on the cart. Sigyn nodded. “Is it a rainbow like in the folktales?” 

“Well, it’s made up of all the colors of the rainbow, but they shift and meld together,” she explained. 

“So not a proper rainbow.” 

Sigyn grinned, “Even so, I doubt you’d be disappointed if you saw it in person.” 

Steven’s eyes sparkled with wonder. “I doubt I would be either. Everything from your universe seems absolutely gorgeous.” 

Sigyn cocked her head - was Steven actually flirting? She hadn’t missed how his gaze would periodically slip down to her naked breasts. Ever the gentlemen however, he would always catch himself and bring his eyes back to Sigyn’s. 

“Ah! Just thought of another one. Sleipnir?”

“Odin’s horse?” The princess’s brow furrowed. That appeared to be a “no” on the flirting then.  

“So he exists, eight legs and all?”

“Yes.” 

“And did Loki really give birth to him?” 

Sigyn gaped. “I beg your pardon?!” 

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Steven had been avoiding anything to do with the Asgardian’s estranged husband but his excitement had gotten the better of him. 

Well done, Marc sarcastically congratulated him. Only you would bring up the one sore spot of the naked woman in bed with you.

Steven could see that Sigyn was smarting from the mention of the god of mischief, he tried to backpedal, “There’s a story that he took the form of a mare and mated with a builder’s prized stallion to win a bet, supposedly? And he…um, then he got pregnant and ultimately gave birth to Sleipnir as a mare.”

Saying it out loud only humiliated Steven more. It was a bonkers myth to begin with, and Marc was right, sharing it with Loki’s very beautiful human wife was a beyond daft move. He tried to give Marc of Jake the body to abscond from his chagrin, but neither surfaced. 

Nice try, hombre, Jake laughed. 

We’re not cleaning this up for you, Marc chimed in, especially after I spent all day getting her to lower her guard down with me. 

“With us,” Steven retorted. 

“What was that?” Sigyn had heard him. 

“Nothing. I’m so sorry, Sigyn, your highness,” the apology spilled out of him, “I’m a right twit, a plunker for even mentioning it. I can go, I’ll just leave actually–” 

“I’ve never heard that story,” Sigyn’s answer stopped Steven. Her signature somber smile returned. “But apparently there’s a lot Loki hasn't told me, so who knows? It may just be true.” 

“He’s a bloody wanker for leaving you,” Steven declared, his tone now sure. “You know that, yeah? Sigyn, you’re…you’re radiant. He doesn't deserve you, never did if you ask me.” 

“I know,” her voice was thick with barely restrained tears. “Yet I let him have me anyway.” 

“He tricked you.” 

“There’s a dark, ugly part of me that hopes Gorr kills him. Slaughters him. Which is despicable. But even worse is, if I'm honest with myself, it’ll only hurt more if he’s gone.” 

Instinct overrode Steven’s timidness and he wiped a tear away from the crest of Sigyn’s cheekbone before it could fall down the length of her face. “We’re going to do you one better. We’ll find him and bring him to justice. He ought to answer for what he’s done, don’t you think?”

A hint of a smile danced across her lips. Sigyn put her hand on top of his to keep his touch tethered to her skin. “Will you do me a favor in the meantime?” 

“Anything.” He agreed without thought. 

“Make me forget,” she instructed Steven, “if only for a little while.” 

Sigyn closed the distance between their lips. It was an entirely different experience than kissing Marc. The other man sought to consume her, drink her in and dominate her, whereas the press of Steven’s mouth on Sigyn’s was much softer. Non-responsive almost. The princess pulled away to study him. 

“What’s the matter?” Sigyn asked, doused with fear that she’d overstepped. Steven had frozen, acting as if her kiss had turned him into stone. 

He swiped a hand across his brow. “What if I’m not as good as him? I won’t be, he has more–” 

“I don’t want you to be as good as him,” Sigyn stopped him. Now it was she who caressed his face. “I simply want you.” 

An uneasy exhale stuttered from Steven’s mouth. He wasn’t convinced. 

Sigyn took his wrist and brought his hand between her legs. “Steven, do you feel that?” She swept his fingers over her sex so Steven could feel the wetness already pooling there. He gasped again, but Sigyn held his hand there, looked him straight in the eye, and assured him, “That’s all for you.”

Steven crashed their lips together once more, and now with the reassurance from Sigyn, he kissed her with the hunger of a starving man before a feast who didn’t know where to start. 

“You are so beautiful,” he sighed, each of his words punctuated by a kiss on his jaw from Sigyn. 

The princess looked at him through her lashes and feigned coyness “You really think so?” Steven nodded fervently. Her expression darkened. “Then show me.”

He tried to capture her lips, but Sigyn stopped him, her long fingers grabbing his chin. “And Steven? Don’t hold back.”

Her command lit a fire in Steven. His kisses were more fervent and bolder as he slipped his tongue between Sigyn’s lips. She welcomed him greedily, gasping in delight when he trailed featherlight kisses down the side of her neck.

Steven earned another gasp when his hands at last sought their prize. He caressed her breasts, swiping his thumbs across her nipples. 

“These are amazing,” he murmured from Sigyn’s clavicle, giving them a squeeze. 

“Steven,” she whined, “More.” 

Desperate to please the princess, Steven drew one of Sigyn’s nipples into his mouth. The squeal it elicited from her was music to Steven’s ears, encouraging him to properly suck at the bud while he resumed ministrations with his hand on its twin. 

Sigyn squirmed against the pillows, soon slumping to the point where she was horizontal on the bed. Steven’s relentless mouth followed, her ecstasy emboldened him to expand his assault on her tits. When he switched mounds, he traced his tongue around her areola, then flicking it a few times before sealing his mouth over the nipple. 

“Steeeven,” she all but wept. She curled her fingertips into the back of his head to keep him in place. “Oh don’t stop darling, it feels so good.”

 He moaned his assent against the delicate, sensitive skin in his mouth, sending a tremor through Sigyn’s prone form. Steven was pretty sure he could spend the rest of the night buried between her tits. He redoubled his efforts alternating suckling each of her mounds and swirling his tongue around the circumference of her nipples, both now stiffened into peaks.

Sigyn arched into his mouth, another cry escaping her. She felt as if we were buzzing, surprised at how close she already felt just from Steven lavishing his ardent attention on her breasts. One hand released Steven’s head and slipped down to her sex, the pad of Sigyn’s finger just reaching her clit when Steven caught her wrist.

“I should be doing that, shouldn’t I?” 

Sigyn laughed breathlessly. Steven’s willingness to please was a heady contrast to Marc, let alone her estranged husband. “I…you don’t have to…you can keep paying all that wonderful attention to my tits.” 

Despite the fact he’d just spent the better part of the last several minutes sucking at her breasts, Steven blushed. 

“I want to pay you some attention here,” he confessed as he traced his fingers along her folds. “If that’s alright.”

“Oh, you will not hear any complaints from me,” Sigyn grinned. 

Steven pressed their lips together gleefully before situating himself between her legs. “Just tell me if I’m not doing anything right.” 

Sigyn quirked an eyebrow. Surely this wasn’t his first time? Before she could give it anymore thought, his tongue delved between the seam of her sex. Sigyn jolted at his touch. The strokes of Steven’s tongue were sloppy and inexpert, yet what he lacked in skill he made up for in zeal. 

“Darling,” she rasped, “flatten your tongue when you–oh! Yes, that’s it…” 

Sigyn’s fingers tangled themselves into Steven’s locks once more. She used her hold to angle his mouth to a better position. He lapped at her slit hungrily, SIgyn’s terms of endearment and direction only spurring Steven on further.  

He continued to lick at her pussy dutifully while the princess reveled in the sensation of his persistent strokes against her cunt, his prominent nose bumping deliciously against her clit. She was so lost in the feeling of Steven’s mouth that Sigyn whimpered when he pulled away. He wasn’t gone for long. Steven inhaled her scent deeply, then speared his tongue and fucked it into of her. The Asgardian keened as Steven probed her and clenched around the muscle. 

Sigyn battled between moving toward her release and staying like this as long as she could. There was something different about the way this man was pleasuring her that was unlike any of her past lovers. She studied him through heavy lids trying to place it as he swiped his thumbs gently across where he held her thighs open. Every way in which he touched her was reverent. At last it occurred to Sigyn. Steven wasn’t simply eating her out, he was worshiping her. 

In spite of her desire to luxuriate in Steven’s adoration for as long as possible, she felt her orgasm mounting to a point she couldn’t suppress. “Oh baby, I’m going to come.” 

Steven’s gaze traveled over the planes of her body to meet Sigyn’s. His eyes were wide and redoubled his efforts. 

“Use your fingers instead” she directed him, her climax only getting nearer when Steven immediately compiled.

“Like this?” He watched with awe as his index and middle finger disappeared into Sigyn’s slick pussy. 

“Yes, so good darling,” she praised him. “But I need more. I want you to suck on my clit. Do you know where it–” 

Steven answered the princess with his mouth, which instantly reduced her question to a moan. He may’ve been inexperienced, but he definitely knew where Sigyn’s clit was. 

Sigyn’s encouragement soon devolved into babbling as Steven worked her just how she liked it. She cried out, a high-pitched mewl, when she came, her orgasm snapping in her lower abdomen and spreading through her body at lightning speed. The princess’s eyes rolled back in her head, nearly taking tufts of her lover’s hair out of Steven’s head with how hard she gripped him as he tongued her through it.

Even after Sigyn floated back to Earth, she still felt as if her body was vibrating. At last, she glanced between her legs at Steven to find his eyes still on her, looking at her with pure astonishment. 

“Blimey,” he whispered, the wonder naked in his voice, “you really are a goddess.” 

Sigyn’s heart constricted. She wanted to tell him that she wasn’t a goddess at all, just an ignored youngest daughter who’d unintentionally married royalty. But the way Steven looked at her was intoxicating. No one had regarded her with adoration as he did so freely, and given all Sigyn had endured as of late, she held onto it desperately. 

“Come here,” she told him, “I want to taste us.” 

Steven couldn’t oblige quickly enough. Sigyn licked into his mouth as soon as their lips met, delighting in the taste of herself on Steven’s tongue. 

He moaned through the kiss and felt his cock get impossibly harder. He’d ignored his erection, so intent on pleasing Sigyn that when the princess’s hip brushed against it, Steven nearly jumped out his skin. 

Sigyn broke away and waved a hand. The pajamas she’d conjured him shimmered away from his body into the air. She wrapped a hand around his cock, slightly concerned by the dark flame that slithered down her spine at how her touch nearly pained Steven; he was so needy for her.

“Oh baby, you’re so hard,” she cooed as her fingers lightly cupped and moved over the length of his engorged shaft. Steven whimpered at her touch. “You made me feel so good, now let your goddess ride this big, hard cock of yours.” 

Steven had to be hallucinating. Had he smothered himself to death in Sigyn’s cunt? There were worse ways to go as far as he was concerned, plus there was no way the Norse goddess of fidelity was actually pushing him back onto his arse to straddle him, her perfect tits perfectly aligned with his gaze. He’d really outdone himself on imaging the Duat this time. 

“Steven?” Sigyn’s concerned tone and a warm hand on his cheek snapped him out of his thoughts, “Darling, are you alright?” 

“Wot? Yeah, yes,” he responded, still a bit bleary. “Can’t believe this is happening, that’s all. To me, of all people.” 

Sigyn fixed him with a bemused, but fond grin. “I don’t think you see yourself quite clearly.” 

Steven was too sheepish to hold the Asgardian’s gaze after her compliment. 

“Never mind that though,” she purred, taking a hold of Steven’s dick and dragging it from her clit through her folds, lining him up, “Let me take care of you.” 

She sank down on him swiftly and Steven could swear he saw stars when her pussy enveloped his entire length for the first time. “Fuckin’ hell!”

Sigyn smirked at him and bit her lower lip with a naughty glint in her eye. “You’re in for quite the ride Steven.”

Sigyn began bouncing on his cock and Steven had to squeeze his eyes shut to keep from coming. The feeling of her tight cunt was enough to bring him to the edge of climax, and Steven knew if he saw Sigyn riding his cock he’d come instantly. His first, and only, time with Layla had been over too quickly for his liking, and he didn’t want a repeat experience, despite how understanding and lovely she’d been. 

Let me take over then, Jake pressed. 

Jake’s comment backfired, wrenching Steven back from the precipice of orgasm and fueling him to show the other man that he too knew what he was doing. He blinked his eyes open and began thrusting to meet Sigyn as she dropped herself on his dick. Jake muttered pendejo inside his mind but Steven could barely hear it over Sigyn’s sighs and labored breaths as she rode his cock. 

“You fe-el blo-ody…brilliant,” Steven stammered, mesmerized by the sight of the princess’s tits jiggling in time with each collision of their bodies. 

“Fucking me so well, Steven,” she moaned in reply, pushing on his pecs so he fell flat against the bed. Sigyn leaned forward, keeping her hands on his chest for leverage as she somehow rode him harder. 

Steven continued to drive his hips into hers, the need to come and the need to prove Jake wrong equally inciting him. His hands flew back to Sigyn’s breasts, squeezing them as they both chased their releases together. 

“Are you close, baby?” she asked, a tempting, teasing lilt to the Asgardian’s voice. 

Steven’s attempt at lying was dashed when she clenched around him on her downstroke, “Ye-yeah.” 

“Are you going to come for me?” Sigyn was egging him on. 

All Steven wanted to do was surrender to the climax he’d barely kept at bay since Sigyn sat on his aching erection, but he was determined to wring another orgasm from her before he did. He’d make the goddess come twice, more than Marc had.

Steven trailed his left hand from Sigyn’s breast to her clit, rubbing the swollen nub like Layla had shown him. “You first.” 

Sigyn’s face contorted in pleasure. She leaned back to give Steven better access to the bundles or nerves, opting to keep his cock deep within her and grind onto him instead. 

“So beautiful, Sigyn,” he proclaimed, “Wanna see you come again, look so bloody divine…” 

His fingers didn’t stop as Sigyn swiveled her hips. They both drove toward their climaxes with dogged determination, their grunts and cries creating a carnal symphony. Steven did his best to meet Sigyn’s thrusts while he stimulated her clit, but she’d still yet to orgasm. Then he lifted his free hand and landed a slap across Sigyn’s ass. Whether it was instinct or one of his alters intervening, Steven couldn’t be sure, his mind too addled with lust to make the distinction. 

Whatever the impetus was, it did the trick. Sigyn stopped mid-circle on Steven’s cock as her orgasm overcame her. He watched in amazement. The way she froze on top of him, her face contorted in pleasure, teeth sunk into her plush bottom lip, he wanted to memorize it. It was an image more breathtaking to him than most of the fine art in the museum he’d worked at. 

Steven didn’t get to observe as closely as he’d have liked to however, because Sigyn’s fluttering cunt around his cock sent him hurtling into his climax as well. The release swept through his body like a tsunami, drowning him in pleasure as Steven shot his seed into Sigyn’s warm pussy. 

Once they’d both drifted back down to earth, Sigyn carefully unseated herself from Steven’s softening cock and flopped down next to him. 

“That was…” Sigyn searched for the correct words. It was a surprise, certainly. “Steven, darling, where are you going?” 

“Be right back,” he assured her, pushing past the post-orgasm exhaustion settling heavy into his bones and walking to the bathroom on legs as stable as a newborn foal’s. 

He appeared a moment later, damp flannel in hand. “May I?” 

“Yes of course,” Sigyn confirmed. Steven got to work on cleaning her gently. “Thank you.” 

Steven’s eyes were squarely focused on the sheets when he asked Sigyn, “That was good, yeah?”

She gently took the cloth from him, tossing it aside so the princess could lean over and capture his lips in a kiss. “You did so well, darling. I came twice for Valhalla’s sake.”

Steven couldn’t help the proud blush that colored his cheeks at the praise. Sigyn guided Steven to lay back on the bed with her, automatically curling into his side once they were horizontal, her head resting on his chest. 

Steven nearly jumped at the casual affection she touched him with as she drew little patterns into his abdomen. He was rather touch-starved to begin with, then when it came to Layla, every brush of their arms felt fraught with tension and the baggage of her marriage to Marc. Though Sigyn’s touch was unfettered from that history, Steven found himself wary of enjoying it, despite how much he wanted to. 

“Are you alright?” Sigyn thought to ask him. She didn't want to embarrass him by inquiring any further about his experience.

“Aces,” he told her dreamily. “Never better.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” she smiled into his skin. She dropped a kiss to his pectoral. 

Lying there with an Asgardian tucked into his side, Steven felt virile and utterly relaxed all at once. He considered it a privilege to stroke the princess’s hair, watch her eyes flutter closed and her breathing even out. Steven didn’t want to miss a moment, wanted to catalog every detail he could, but the pull to follow her into sleep was too strong. He surrendered to his fatigue, and it was the first time either of them had slept soundly in weeks.

Part Three

A/N: Thanks to everyone again for reading and the response! Trying to get the next part out as soon as I can, since it’s high time Jake met Sigyn...

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Scared to be Lonely - Part 3

Part 1    Part 2    Epilogue

Summary: Jake has entered the chat and it’s about to get nasty. 

Rating: Explicit, Minors DNI!

Pairing: Jake x Fem!OC, past Steven Grant x Fem!OC, past Marc Spector x Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC

Word Count: 5.2k 

A/N: Oh my goodness everyone thank you for the great response to the first two installments of this fic! So encouraging for a long-time lurker, first-time poster. It helps keep me writing, and I apologize for the delay here! If it’s any consolation, this is an absolute fuckfest. Also as for the Allspeak of it all, I imagine Sigyn is speaking to Jake in Spanish the entire time but since English in my first language (I’m an intermediate Spanish-speaker) and it is for most you all as well, their dialogue is primarily in English. I sprinkled in a few Spanish phrases and the pet names throughout though, and translations are at the bottom of the post!

TW/CW: Handsy Jake before he’s gotten full consent, light bondage, breastplay, fingering (both vaginal and anal, f!receiving), rimming (f!receiving), oral (f!receiving), dom!Jake and bratty!sub!Sigyn (our girl’s a switch), orgasm denial, spanking, mucho dirty talk that includes pet names, grinding, anal sex, unprotected sex, exhibitionism between the alters, masturbation, cumshot, aaaaaand you guessed it, angst!! 🙃 But also aftercare because as ruthless Jake may be in the streets, something tells me he takes care of his lady in the sheets. 

When Sigyn’s eyes blinked open, she could just spot the edges of the sky beginning to lighten. Steven’s arm was still wrapped around her, holding her snugly to his body. It made her bite her lip as she grinned, taking an odd sense of pride at easing away some of her lover’s shyness. 

She twisted in his grasp, ready to rouse him with a kiss, but he was already awake, watching her. One look at the man in bed with her and the Asgardian knew he wasn’t Steven. There was a hardness and rapacity behind his eyes that ruled out him being Marc as well. 

Sigyn tensed, but didn’t allow her face to betray any fear. She retreated to her mask of haughty indifference. “And you are?” 

“I’m the man who’s going to fuck you properly.”

The princess instantly recoiled. “I beg your pardon?!”

Jake faltered, “You can understand me?” He’d figured Sigyn wouldn’t since she’d spoken exclusively English with his alters. 

“Asgardians possess what we call the Allspeak, which means we can understand all languages across the nine realms,” Sigyn explained. “Now, would you like to try that introduction again?”

He gathered himself. “I’m Jake, es un placer conocerte.” 

He reached to kiss Sigyn’s bare shoulder, yet she evaded him. “Marc didn’t mention you. Nor did Steven for that matter.” 

“Si. I’m their dirty little secret.” 

“Why is that?”

“Dunno, maybe because I’m Khonshu’s favorite.”

“What sets you apart, I wonder,” Sigyn mused. “Surely it’s more than your coarse language.”

He let out a quick, amused laugh. “I get the job done, no matter what.”

“And is that what I am to you, to them?” she questioned, “A job?”

“I guess so,” Jake shrugged, “but I think you’re something else altogether…”

He leaned to her again, trying to wrap his arms around the princess’s waist, but Sigyn disappeared in a shimmer of golden light. She reappeared on the other side of the room, materializing on one the chairs in the sitting area, a short black satin robe now draped over shoulders and tied securely around her body. 

“Santa mierda,” he breathed at Sigyn’s vanishing act. It shouldn’t have been as hot as he found it to be.

“You assume because I laid with the other men, you’re entitled to me as they are.”

“Sigyn–”

“Your highness,” she corrected him.

Jake held his hands up in surrender, sending her his most disarming grin, “Princesa.” 

“Steven and Marc earned my trust, my desire. I’m not some common whore that you’re promised a turn with,” Sigyn spat at him. 

He moved toward her, slower this time, but Sigyn’s magic was quicker. Next thing he knew, Jake’s wrists were pulled above his head, tied to the headboard. If the Asgardian wanted Jake to settle down, this certainly wasn’t the way to do it. His cock stirred beneath the sheets, he did always love a challenge. 

Play nice, for fuck’s sake, Marc implored him from the glass top of a nightstand that flanked the bed. Don’t ruin this.

“I’m sorry, su alteza. I was out of line,” he apologized. Sigyn’s face was as impassive as stone. “I…I won’t try anything again, I promise. Forgive me.”

Sigyn seemed to be fascinated with her manicure. Jake tried to test his bonds, but the ropes the princess had conjured were strong. 

“It’s um, clear you’re a lot more powerful than you look,” he continued as he fidgeted, trying to slip his hands free, “I was distracted by your beauty.”

“Shall I leave you here?” she pondered. “Let Thor and the others find you like this when they return?”

Jake smirked at her. “Carino, I don’t think that’s going to have the effect you intend it to. I’m nothing like the others.” 

Sigyn followed his gaze to the tent forming under the sheets. With a scoff and an eyeroll, she waved her hand and freed Jake from the restraints. She dematerialized in another flash as he tended to his reddened wrists. 

What’d you have to do that for? Steven reprimanded him. Now she’s gone, S.W.O.R.D. is going to be so cross with us, let alone Thor. Blimey, we’ve made an enemy of the god of thunder–

“Callate”, Jake silenced his alter and did his best to ignore the concern beginning the brew in his stomach. Giving no regard to his nudity, he exited the bed for the living room only to find Sigyn curled up against the bay window. A pale shade of blue had begun to paint the horizon.

“If you’ve been able to do that the whole time,” he asked, making sure to keep a safe distance, “why haven’t you left already, bruja?” 

“I prefer the term sorceress,” she replied automatically, then caught herself. She mustn’t reveal too much. 

The truth was Sigyn’s ability to teleport with her magic was limited. Though she’d been working on incorporating the skill into her combat, the Asgardian lacked the control over it she desired and could only travel a handful of paces without tiring herself. On Asgard, her powers seemed paltry compared to her husband’s, who was regarded as one of the most powerful sorcerer’s the nine realms had ever seen. Like being called goddess, she guiltily cherished Midgardians that perceived her as a strong, powerful deity, since she’d spent most of her life feeling like anything but. 

The princess chose to cite another reason, still true but that one that had contributed slightly less so to her surrender to spending yet another night in the hotel that had become her cage. 

“Because I wanted to Marc to fuck me,” she told him, enjoying the jealous flare of Jake’s nostrils when she said it. 

“You’re missing out princesa,” he chided her. “If you thought the other two could show you a good time–”

“You’re leaving yourself very vulnerable like that,” Sigyn interrupted him and gestured to his bare, caramel skin. 

“I’m not worried.” He hadn't missed how the princess’s eyes had roamed over his body, lingering just a fraction of a second too long on his legs and now soft cock. 

“Perhaps you ought to be. Men’s underestimation of me is one of my most powerful weapons.”

Jake stalked closer to Sigyn’s perch on the upholstered bench by the window. “Oh I know exactly what you’re capable of, and if you’d wanted to do something to me, you would've by now.”

The pursing of Sigyn’s lips and lack of response meant he was right. 

“You can’t blame me for wanting you,” he continued as he sat next to her on the windowsill. “I don’t get a lot of time off-duty with the body and I…I mean come on, you’re a goddess.”  

Sigyn squirmed. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that term to be perfectly honest.” 

“You sure seemed to like it when Steven called you that.” The glare Sigyn shot him prompted an instant apology from Jake. “Lo siento.”

“We were in the throes of passion,” she explained, her defenses back up.  

“Claro. Princesa it is, then.”

“What do you mean when you say you don’t have much time ‘off-duty’ with the body?” Sigyn inquired. 

“Khonshu refers to his avatar as his fist of vengeance. Marc likes to think he’s it, but it’s me. It’s like I said earlier, I get the job done and I’m fucking good at what I do.” 

Quiet fell over the two. While Sigyn took comfort in it, Jake found it intolerable. He sprung up and began pace, rifling through the files and materials S.W.O.R.D. left behind until he unearthed a pack of cigarettes. 

“Can you light this?” He asked with the smoke between his lips. 

“Ask nicely.” 

“Fuck, I’ll just find a light.”

Before Jake could however, the room’s sole box of matches flew into her hands. He turned back to her with a grimace. 

“Por favor su alteza”. He considered adding in a mocking little bow, but for once restrained himself.

Sigyn complied with a flick of her fingers. She opened the window behind her so the smell wouldn’t linger. 

Silence blanketed them once more, Jake particularly aware of the princess’s eyes on him, examining his gait, the way in which he held himself, how he’d pushed his hair back unlike Steven who preferred it parted towards one side. Soon it became unnerving.

“What?” he snapped 

“It’s mad.”

“What is?”

“You all share a body but look so different.” 

Jake shrugged, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Does it scare you?” 

“No.”

“Does it fascinate you?” Sigyn could hear the years of resentment and hurt caged within the question.

“That’s not the word I’d use.”

“What would you use then?” Jake challenged her. 

“Intrigued, perhaps,” Sigyn answered simply. 

“Por supuesto,” he laughed humorlessly. “I saw you with Marc downstairs. You wanna shrink all of our heads, I’m just next up.”

“That’s not true, Jake,” the Asgardian kept her voice even. “I merely wish to understand better. You’re not the first complicated man I’ve been with.”

“That’s right, Prince Not-So-Charming.” 

Sigyn allowed the barb to roll off her back. “I know how it feels to an extent. To be seen and praised for one thing. I was nothing but an adornment to Loki. At least you get to fight.”    

Another laugh without a trace of humor or cheer from Jake. 

“Oh come now,” she cajoled him. Sigyn shifted from her seat leaning against the window to sitting on her knees away from the panes, facing Jake. “You know by now that the only way I’ll let you have me is if you open up.”

Jake stubbed out his cigarette. “Mira, I don’t think that’s true.” He approached her once more, his stride loosening into a swagger. “I think you want someone to take care of you.” He was back on the bench, crowding Sigyn’s space. “You had to spar with Marc, then had to coach Steven the whole time you were fucking.” 

“He did just fine, thank you,” Sigyn protested.

“Who do you think spanked you so you could come the second time,” he murmured into her ear. “Vamos nena, let Papi make you feel good.” 

Sigyn knew she shouldn’t have found the scent of smoke on his breath so enticing…but she always did find herself drawn to a bad boy.

“I don’t know,” she vacillated, her voice going airy as Jake traced the length of her neck with the tip of his nose. “Do you believe you can fuck me better than a god?”

Sigyn’s question had its intended effect with Jake growling his response and pulling her into a kiss. They clashed in a mess of teeth and tongues, Jake’s tongue plundering Sigyn’s. His hands fisted the black satin of her robe, clinging to her in case she disappeared again, which is precisely what she did. One moment he had his arms full of the Asgardian, the next Jake was falling forward, his palms catching him on the upholstered bench as Sigyn had vanished. 

He muttered a curse in Spanish. He thought he’d made headway with her. 

She must have picked up a few moves from her husband, Steven remarked from his reflection in the bay window. She was married to the trickster god after all. 

Before Jake could respond, he heard Sigyn. “Ohhh Jaaaake,” she intoned, “wherever could I be?”

He leapt to his feet and hurried as fast as his swollen member would let him back to the bedroom where Sigyn’s voice had drifted from. Jake found the princess kneeling on the bed, naked with only one of the large pillows covering herself. She was a wet dream come to life. 

“Well done you,” she giggled. Jake’s cock throbbed. 

“Fuck…” he growled, crossing to the bed with long strides, “I am going to fuck you so hard.” 

“I certainly do hope so,” she replied, a beguiling smirk painted across her mouth as she bit her lip. 

Jake tore the pillow from Sigyn’s hands, earning another giggle mixed with an exclamation when he did, and tossed it to the side to reveal the goddess’s naked body. He tackled her back onto the bed and captured her lips once more. They rolled atop the already mussed sheets, their limbs tangled together, Jake eventually ending up above Sigyn. 

He traced two fingers along her slit, his chest rumbling in delight when he felt her wetness. “You put on a good act, princesa, but I can feel how much you want me.”

Jake pre-empted any retort from the goddess by inserting his two fingers inside of her. 

“Do you know how torturous it was watching them get to have you first?” He asked her. She gasped as he played with her pussy. “Being able to see, but not touch, or taste for myself.” 

He withdrew his fingers from Sigyn and brought them to his mouth to suck off her juices. “Delicoso.”

“You have me now,” she reminded him, fixing him with a dark, desirous gaze. “What are you going to do with me?” 

“Well first I need to get my hands on these titties,” Jake did as he said. He cupped her supple breasts, toying with them, feeling their weight in his grip for himself, giving one a little slap.  

He took his cock in hand, guiding the head to circle the circumference of her nipple ever-so-gently. Jake must have been taking notes when Steven had been worshiping her breasts and knew it was a highly erogenous zones for her, Sigyn realized. He seemed just as titillated by the featherlight contact as Sigyn did. The dirty, but ultimately soft, touch surprised the princess. She figured he didn’t have it in him. 

“I could just jack it and come all over your tits,” Jake thought out loud, “But I want to do something else more.”

“What else?” Sigyn prompted him, “you said you were going to take care of me, Papi”. 

The princess’s use of the term made him grunt. “Impatient girl. On your hands and knees.” 

She obeyed without hesitation and Jake got an eyeful of his prize. 

He draped himself over her back, and hissed into Sigyn’s ear, “I don’t like sharing with the other two, and I hate that they got to have you first…” he slid his hands from the Asgardian’s shoulders down her back, going lower “so I want to fuck you where I can have you all to myself.” He finished by giving her ass a squeeze. 

Sigyn stiffened ever-so-slightly, but Jake could see the tensing of her back muscles under her golden skin. “Perdoname princesa, does su alteza not take it up the ass?” 

The princess in question craned her neck to the side, tossing her hair in the process, to reply placidly, “You seem to be unable to grasp that I was married for hundreds of years. Of course I have. It’s merely been a little while, that’s all.”

She was telling the truth. Sigyn didn’t know what had come as more of a shock, the revelation that Loki had wanted to penetrate her there or how much she found herself to enjoy it when she finally allowed him. 

“Muy bien,” he celebrated with a smack to her ass. Sigyn shuddered. “Don't worry nena, I’ll get you nice and ready for me, make it feel so good for you and Papi.” 

Sigyn purred as Jake dropped kisses in a line down her spine. She quivered more and more with the lower his lips descended, her anticipation increasing with each notch of her spine Jake’s lips touched. 

At last he reached his destination. “Such a pretty little asshole,” Jake murmured against her wrinkled skin, making Sigyn's breath hitch. 

He circled his tongue around her pucker first, using its tip to make her tremble. Jake fed off the gasps and sighs that escaped the princess as he licked her hole and crack. His tongue was warm and insistent against her delicate skin as Sigyn gradually relaxed and surrendered to what she still somewhat believed was the inappropriate pleasure of having her ass eaten. 

Jake’s flattened his tongue to draw long, flat stripes up the entire length of her backside. Sigyn shuddered. The languid, warm, wet pressure against her most private place gave her goosebumps and kept her nipples hardened into points. Jake used his tongue next to breach her hole. The Asgardian keened and fought to keep her wrists steady on the mattress. 

Jake probed her carefully, savoring the heat around his tongue, well aware it would feel ever better suffocating his cock. He soon progressed to fucking in and out with the muscle, alternating between tongue-fucking Sigyn’s pucker and lapping at the valley between her ass cheeks. 

He extracted his tongue and gave her hole a parting suck before speaking, “Princesa, we need lube.” 

“Yes, alright,” she panted, “allow me a moment to concentrate.” 

Jake removed his hands from Sigyn’s sweat-glistened skin. She drew in a deep breath and then in her signature golden shimmer, a small glass vial of oil appeared in Jake’s palm. 

“Gracias, nena” he thanked her as he wet two of his fingers. He brought them both against her pucker, rubbing the wrinkled skin there before he eased a digit in. 

Where Sigyn had been all breathy gasps and cries, a guttural groan left her when Jake pushed his finger inside her. He gave her a second before he began moving it back and forth, giving her a chance to accommodate the initial stretch. Another finger joined the first, and Jake scissoring and spreading them in her intoxicating heat. 

“How does that feel, carino?” he inquired. 

“Mmm so good, Papi,” she responded without hesitation, the bliss of submission washing over her. “Want more.”

“Oh, you want more?”

Sigyn answered with a wanton moan and a clench around his fingers. 

“Ask nicely,” Jake threw her earlier jab back at Sigyn. 

Sigyn couldn’t help but laugh. “Fuck you.”

Jake laid a forceful spank across her ass. Sigyn whimpered. “What was that?” 

“Oh please fuck me, Papi?” she asked, resuming her submissive demeanor. “Need your dick in my tight little hole.” 

Her dirty talk was almost enough to convince Jake that she shouldn’t be punished for her mouthy comment, but Jake wanted to show Sigyn that although she may be considered a goddess, he could handle her. 

He spanked her ass again, then pressed the same hand between her shoulder blades, forcing the Asgardian’s face rested against the sheets. “Good girls wait for Papi to give them their pleasure.” 

“I’m sorry, Papi.”

Jake lubed a third finger and wriggled it bedsides the others. He picked up the pace and bent down as well, attaching his mouth to her folds and went straight for Sigyn’s clit. 

“Ohhh norns” the princess whined. Jake was bringing to her a point where her pleasure was almost starting to hurt. He was merciless, driving his fingers into her now yearning hole and sucking on her clit. 

He pulled away for only a moment to catch his breath and ask “Gonna come su alteza?”

“Yes!,” The Asgardian cried, “So close Papi, just a little more…”

Jake withdrew his fingers from her ass so suddenly and swiftly it was cruel. Sigyn sobbed at the loss as her pussy and pucker clenched around nothing. She mewled, mourning the likely mind-blowing orgasm her partner had denied her. 

“That’s what impatient, insolent girls get.” 

The princess had half a mind to turn Jake into the little weasel he was if it wasn’t for the slick sound of him lubing up his cock. She glanced back at Jake and ached at the view. She watched with unabashed desire as his large hand flew up and down his thick length to distribute the oil she’d conjured him. The emptiness in both of her holes as acute as it had ever been, Sigyn leered at him in a trance-like manner as he stroked his large erection. 

He caught her ogling him and chuckled darkly. “Like you see, no? You want me inside of you?”

She nodded feverishly, spreading her knees further apart on the bed to give him better access. 

“Gods”, he groaned at the action, “Ever since you sauntered down to dinner in that little dress I’ve wanted to stick my cock in your ass.”

He ground himself between her cheeks to take the edge off before he lined himself up at her pucker. It was just shy of the satisfaction Sigyn needed, and it took a massive effort for her not to touch herself. But she knew Jake would punish her, and at this point, she was salivating for him to enter her. 

Jake reveled in the sight of his wine red cockhead at the princess’s winking asshole. “You ready, princesa?”

“Yes, please!” her desperate tone made him harder. “Put it in, Jake, need you so bad.” 

Who was Jake to deny such a request? He fed her his cock slowly, his eyes glued to where he disappeared into her snug entrance. It took most of his willpower not to give her his entire cock in a brusque snap of his hips.

The Asgardian had forgotten how heady the stretch inside her could be, how overwhelmingly full having a cock stuff her rear felt. She braced herself, breathing deeply in and out of her nose as Jake entered her mercifully slowly. 

He gave Sigyn’s hips a reassuring squeeze once he was fully seated. “You alright, princesa?” 

The stifling heat and vice-like grip of her walls around his dick was as close to any sort of peace Jake believed he could find. 

“Mmhmm, move Jake,” she ordered him. The feel of him was too much and not enough all at once.

He obeyed, setting a middle-of-the-pack pace, watching his cock disappear into the Asgardian’s entrance over and over again as if it could hypnotize him.

“Your ass feels so good, nena,” he praised, enjoying how she’d slightly clench around him every time he withdrew his cock from her body, “want to live in this hole.”

Sigyn was drowning in pleasure. Not only did it feel like Jake was splitting her in half with his dick, but the force of his thrusts were causing her already sensitive nipples to brush back and forth against the Egyptian cotton of the bed’s sheets, adding another delectable layer of bliss. 

“Papi,” Sigyn pleaded, “fuck me harder.”

Jake picked up the speed of his thrusts. “You realize what you’re asking for, si?” 

Sigyn twisted so she could lock eyes with her lover. “What, is this the best you can do?” 

“Mocosa,” he grunted, with yet another crack of his hand across the princess’s backside. “Papi is going to have to teach you a lesson.” 

He wasted no time transitioning to roughly fucking into Sigyn, eliciting a cry of delight and overwhelm from her. She basked in the ruthless pounding of Jake’s cock into her entrance, the collision of his hips into the globes of her ass. This way the princess couldn’t think about anything else. Jake was all-consuming, shrinking the multiverse to just the two of them, his pelvis driving into her hole, and the bed they were atop of. 

Jake on the other hand, felt eyes on him. The sky had lightened more, which meant more reflections had appeared in the plush bedroom.

He caught Steven first. Jake’s alter seem awed by the fact he was fucking her asshole rather than her cunt. The tip of Steven’s tongue darted between his lips, watching Jake and Sigyn copulate as if they were starring in some sort of custom porn for him. Jake tilted his head, he supposed they were in a way, albeit not intentionally. Jake could only see Steven’s torso in the window’s reflection, but he clocked the telltale movement of his arm revealing that Steven was getting himself off. 

Even less of Marc was visible in the glass top of the nightstand. He watched sternly, his brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth set in a thin, downturned line, which clearly meant he was angry. Angry because he was jealous. 

Despite all of the shit they gave each other in their headspace, Jake did truly care about Marc and Steven. He was their protector, the one who took over when shit got too real so they wouldn’t have to see it. Even so, there was a form of sibling rivalry the three shared, so Jake decided if Steven and Marc were both watching, why not give them a show?  

“Am I pleasing su alteza?” Jake crooned. “Is my cock good enough for la princesa’s little ass?”

Sigyn eschewed replying verbally, instead she pushed herself back on Jake’s throbbing erection, impaling herself harder. He sent an arrogant, thought warranted, smirk to Marc, then a wink to Steven that implied “check this out”.

Emboldened, Jake used his grasp on the princess’s hips to pull her back so her knees were on the edge of the bed. Next, he planted a foot on a corner of the mattress to change his angle and pound into Sigyn all that much deeper.  

Jake tossed an arched brow and another shark-like grin to his alter’s reflections. He may have the body the least, but Jake wanted them to witness how good he was dicking her down.

The princess wailed. Jake was so far up her ass it was as if she could feel him in her stomach. It forced her to squeeze her eyes shut in ecstasy. Sigyn hadn’t let go like this in a long time. After Loki betrayed her she’d put her guard up higher than ever. It was necessary, she believed, but exhausting. Sigyn was sure she still required the protections around her heart, but fuck did it feel good to let them go, if only temporarily, and succumb to her lust. 

Jake reached down between them and placed his thumb on the rim of her puckered skin. While he admired how the width of his cock held her open, her partner’s touch sent a shiver of extra through Sigyn . 

“This is what you’ve needed since the beginning,” he surmised. Sigyn couldn’t believe how coherently he was speaking as he was absolutely railing her, “you needed Papi to fuck you good and put you in your place.” 

Sigyn frowned at the implication she needed to be put in any place but Jake’s cock had scrambled her brain enough to prevent her from protesting. Still, the desire to get at least some revenge was impossible for the princess to dismiss. She bore down on his cock, fluttering her inner muscles around the rod. 

It worked too well. With a shouted “FUCK”, Jake began spilling inside of her scorching channel. He pulled out mid-orgasm, shooting the rest of his load onto her back. She arched her spine as the ropes of his hot cum landed on Sigyn’s golden skin. The Asgardian could put on a show too. 

Jake couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a release that intense. Or that much. When his climax finally subsided, he dragged his fingers through his spend cooling on Sigyn’s back. 

“You made me come so hard, princesa,” Jake growled as he struggled to form an articulate thought. 

“What about me?” Sigyn asked, sitting back on her heels and looking over her shoulder. “I need to come. So badly.” 

Jake’s expression hardened. “Do naughty girls like you deserve to come, hm? That was quite a move you pulled just now.” 

“But you liked it, didn’t you?” she parried, batting her eyelashes at him, pouting her lips. She turned to claw at his broad chest. “Please Papi, I feel so empty without you.”

Sigyn wasn’t particularly proud that she’d resorted to flattery and begging. She knew she could easily lean into the full strength of her magic and threaten. Yet  honestly, she found it more entertaining to pull Jake’s strings instead and conceal exactly how quickly she could humble him. It struck her that perhaps her marriage to Loki had impacted her personality more than she’d admitted previously. 

That train of thought was derailed when one of Jake’s strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against his torso. 

“Shhh nena, don’t worry, I’ll make you come” his voice was gravel, just millimeters from her ear. His inflection was surprisingly tender. 

Jake parted Sigyn’s legs, arranging them over his, and snaked his hand down to her folds. He pressed possessive, if not harsh, kisses into the juncture of the Asgardian’s neck and shoulder while he went to town her clit, rubbing the flats of three fingers against the bud. 

“Jake,” she thrashed her head to and fro, burying it in his shoulder. 

“I’ve got you,” he soothed her, his digits trailing down further and gliding into her pussy without resistance, “Mi diosa.” 

His words, those words, said so sincerely paired with the way Jake curled his fingers to hit her g-spot, had Sigyn coming. She’d never confess that a tear or two fell down her face as she rode out her high. Her cunt spasmed around Jake’s fingers as she dug her own digits into the flesh of her forearms. 

The princess collapsed back into him, utterly spent. He brushed a few errant locks of hair out of her face, dropped a few kisses to her jaw. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes, I think so,” she answered, her eyes still closed. “Don’t ask me to use any magic though. Or move.”

“No no, of course not,” Jake soothed her. “Though when you did that little vanishing act…” 

The faintest smile graced her lips. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” 

“Come,” he gathered Sigyn in his arms. He considered throwing her over his shoulder in a firefighter’s carry, but thought better of it. Jake scooped her up bridal style instead and carried her into the bathroom. 

He set the Asgardian down delicately on the lip of the massive tub while he turned on the shower, then collected her once more and guided her into the spray. 

They didn’t say much to each other as the hot water beat down onto their bodies, both half asleep. The princess clung to him, not able to stand comfortably without being supported, and Jake angled Sigyn so her back would be properly rinsed. 

“It dried,” her voice was barely a whisper, “Could you–”

Sigyn didn’t need to finish her question when Jake held her in one arm, grabbed a bar of the fancy hotel soap and washed her back for her. 

“Turn around,” he instructed her, using his grip on her to assist her in doing so. When he bent down to clean the insides and backs of her thighs, she tried to push him away. 

“Jake, don’t–” It was much more intimate than Sigyn has anticipated getting with Jake that evening, even taking the fact he’d rearranged her insides mere minutes ago into consideration. 

“Tranquilo,” he fired back, though there wasn’t much heat behind it. “I’m making sure you’re okay.” 

She relented, the hot water luring the Asgardian into dozing a bit as she stood and her lover cleaned her bottom half. Before she knew it, he was leading her out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her, and navigating Sigyn to the bed. She crumpled onto the sheets with about as much grace as a marionette did once their strings were cut. 

Jake dropped down next to her a minute later and the two of them fell fast asleep just as the sun rose above the horizon. 

Epilogue

A/N: Whew! I’m tired, who’s tired? Anyone need an orange slice? Gatorade? Jake Lockley to bathe them? Same. I’ll have a fun, cheeky epilogue to follow this chapter and tie up the fic, plus I may have a few drabble ideas in this AU percolating. Again, all the likes, reblogs and comments fuel me to write pure filth in crowded public places so if you enjoyed, let me know :) 

TRANSLATIONS: 

Es un placer conocerte - It’s a pleasure to meet you 

Si - yes

Santa mierda - holy shit 

Princesa - princess 

Carino - sweetie/honey 

Su alteza - your highness 

Callate - shut up

Bruja - witch 

Lo siento - I’m sorry 

Claro - Sure 

Por favor - please 

Por supuesto - of course 

Mira - See 

Vamos  - Come on

nena -  baby 

Perdoname - excuse me 

Muy bien - very good 

Gracias - Thank you 

Mocosa - brat 

Mi diosa - my goddess 

Tranquilo - calm down 

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Scared to be Lonely - Epilogue

Part One     Part Two      Part Three

Summary: The morning after. Marc and Sigyn have #noregrets, but they do have some things to answer for...

Pairing: Marc x Fem!OC, Steven x Fem!OC,  Jakex Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Marc x Layla, platonic Thor x Fem!OC

Rating: Mature (for once)

Word Count: 2.6k

TW/CW: Sexual innuendos and suggestive themes, invasions of privacy, Sigyn oversteps when discussing Marc’s DID (but apologizes)

A/N: THANK YOU again to everyone who’s read and supported! Can’t believe we’re wrapping this beast of a fic up! Though of course I have a few more plot bunnies thumping around in this silly little head of mine for Moon Knight...

It was nearing midday when Thor trudged down the hotel corridor. His battle-weary appearance – blood smeared across his face, cape torn and singed, ash and dirt clinging to his hair – was incredibly out of place amongst the pristine hallway he lumbered down.

Yelena and the rest of S.W.O.R.D. weren’t far behind him. He’d arrived back first, opting to use the Bifrost to travel back to London instead their ship. Thor needed the space. It wasn’t often the god felt defeated, and he feared if his comrades noticed just how despondent the previous night’s battle had left him, the whole team would lose morale. Gorr was much more slippery than they realized, which meant he was all that more deadly. They were outmatched on Contraxia. It frightened Thor. Heavy is the hand that carries the ax.

Thor was genuinely looking forward to seeing his sister however. He wanted nothing more than to take a long, hot shower, order a feast’s worth of room service, and watch the show about the Midgardian island of love with Sigyn that they’d grown shamefully fond of.

The door guards ushered the Asgardian in without hesitation. Thor wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when he entered the suite, perhaps Marc asleep on the couch or he and Sigyn eating a late breakfast, but the god’s heart dropped when he found the living space quiet and deserted.

“Seeg?” he called. When there was no response, he tried “Marc?”

Nothing from either of them. Thor brushed it off, they must be sleeping in!

He checked the suite’s smaller bedroom first, the one assigned to Marc. Empty. Not only was Marc missing, the bed was still made up, clearly never touched over the course of the evening. Indignant rage and cold fear competed for Thor’s attention. That puny Midgardian shit. Where had he gone? Surely Marc wouldn’t have abandoned Sigyn?

Sigyn. Before the god’s anger could consume him any further, he raced down the hall to the principal bedroom. They must’ve escaped, he assumed. A worse thought pushed into his mind on the heels of the last, what if they were taken? Though he hadn’t met this version of Loki, he knew no incarnation of his brother would let his supposed bride be absent from his side for long.

“SIGYN!?” Thor bellowed as he threw the bedroom door open, startling the lump in the bed from slumber.

“In the name of Valhalla, what is it?!” Sigyn hollered back.

Yet the sight before him rendered Thor speechless. Sigyn and Marc were safely in the suite alright, naked in bed together. Both lovers had bolted upright in the bed when Thor intruded. Sigyn clasped the sheets to her bust to preserve some sense of modesty while Marc brooded bare-chested next to her.

She turned to her bedmate, searching his face, and murmured something Thor couldn’t quite make out. Marc replied back just as lowly, his response causing Sigyn to relax somewhat and whisper “good.”

“I um…I just wanted to make sure you were here,” Thor told them with all the nonchalance he could muster. It wasn’t much.

“Brother, would you give Marc and I a moment?” the princess asked.

“I can leave,” Marc volunteered before Thor could respond, moving toward the edge of the mattress.

“No,” Sigyn objected. The softness and need in her words didn't go unnoticed by her brother.

“Your highness, could you?” Marc gestured to his exposed skin.

Whereas before Sigyn had required Marc to call her by her title, now its use stung her with its cold formality. Nevertheless, Sigyn conjured a similar set of pajamas onto Marc’s body as she did for Steven.

Thor stopped him when the Midgardian tried to pass him to the door. “I wager you’re not stupid enough to leave these rooms before I speak to you?”

Marc nodded and the god allowed him to leave, closing the door behind him.

A heavy, anticipatory silence transpired between the two Asgardians. For the first time, Sigyn observed how disheveled her brother appeared. The mission couldn’t have gone well. Thor would be ornery which meant she had to get the first word in. She straightened, trying to seem as imperious as possible with her messy hair and lack of clothing.

“Brother, you more than anyone cannot judge me for laying with a Midgardian.”

“That may be so, but he was your guard,” Thor began pacing. “Which alters did you sleep with?”

“All of them.”

“All of them?! By the Norns Sigyn!” the god exclaimed. Deep down, he was impressed at his sister’s stamina, but concealed it.

“What did you think would happen?” She shot back. “You’re the one who enlisted the devastatingly handsome, recently divorced man to watch me and then left us alone!”

Thor pinched the bridge of his nose. Tried to calm himself.

“I thought you’d be pleased that I didn’t leave the hotel.”

He summoned some of the breathing techniques from the meditation applications Bruce had shown him, but like always, they only made him angrier.

“You mustn’t be cross with me,” Sigyn argued, “You’ve locked me away–”

“I’m not cross with you,” Thor cut her off. “I’m exhausted, and frustrated, and smell like a bilgesnipe that bathed itself in mud.”

“I can smell you from here,” she attested. “I do apologize however. I’d planned to be decent by the time you returned and overslept.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out,” he admitted. “I was afraid you’d left.”

“Have the rest of your compatriots returned?” Sigyn asked, concerned by what Marc was potentially walking into outside of the bedroom.

“No, thank the Norns,” Despite his hellacious B.O., Thor leaned Stormbreaker against the wall, and sat on the edge of the bed closer to his sister. “It was a disaster, as I’m sure you can tell.”

“I’m sorry,” the princess swallowed the remark she wanted to make about bringing her along and increasing their chances for victory. Instead she inquired, “Was he there?”

“No,” Thor knew she was asking about Loki. “They’ve divided and conquered it seems.”

Another pregnant lull ensued.

“Did you um, enjoy yourself at least?”

“Thor!” Sigyn tossed a pillow at him. “But yes, if you must know.”

“Was that the first time you…since–”

“Thor,” Sigyn interrupted before he could say her estranged husband’s name.

“What?! You promised we wouldn’t keep secrets!”

The dynamic between the two gods was unexpectedly endearing, Marc contemplated on the other side of the door while he eavesdropped.

We shouldn’t be doing this, Steven admonished, they’re having a private conversation.

Jake jumped in the headspace so Marc wouldn’t have to reply verbally. Too bad hombre, this Gorr and Loki shit concerns us. Besides, she just said she enjoyed herself, don’t you want to hear what else she has to say about us?

Steven harrumphed but quieted down. He did want to know if she’d mention him to Thor. He didn’t have to wait long to get his wish.

“So what do you think?” Thor queried. “What’s the other alter like?

“Steven is much warmer than Marc,” Sigyn divulged. “He’s open and trusting, and I sense that he’ll fight to his last breath if he believes in what he’s fighting for. Which is advantageous for us.”

“Then we recruit them,” Thor concluded. A pause, then the god followed up with “Why not?”

“Because there’s a third.”

“You had a threesome?”

“NORNS, Thor! No!!” Marc heard the distinct thump of another projectile pillow. “Marc has a second alter he neglected to tell us about.”

Shit, the system swore in unison. They’d let their guard down and she’d ratted them out. Fucking Sigyn and her fucking sparkling eyes and fucking perky tits and fucking juicy pussy and fucking plump ass. Of course the wife of the god of mischief would have ulterior motives.

Sigyn continued. “His name is Jake. If Marc is cold and Steven is warm, Jake is fire. He’s the most ruthless in battle I suspect.”

“I don’t see a problem, Seeg.”

“Brother, not only did Marc keep his existence from us, Jake professes to be Khonshu’s favorite. I know you’re desperate to–”

“I’m not desperate–”

“I know you’re keen,” Sigyn amended, “to rebuild the Avengers but we can’t trust them. Not until we know their true intentions, let alone Khonshu’s.”

The god hummed as he mulled over her words. “I trust you, sister, and if you don’t believe we can rely on them, especially after you–” Marc assumed Thor paused to gesticulate the word “fucked” instead of saying it “--with all of them, I take your word.”

“Thank you, brother. Now please, I beg you, go take a shower.”

Thor laughed, a quick, booming guffaw, then stood. The sound of his heavy footsteps sent Marc backpedaling to the living room so as not to be caught. He pretended to be fascinated with the bland hotel art.

“You and Sigyn had quite the night, huh?” Thor stood a few feet behind him.

Marc crossed to the Asgardian and played dumb. “Look I don’t know what she told you, but it just sort of happened. It was unprofessional as hell, but I swear I didn’t make her–”

Thor held a hand up to stop him with a chuckle. “Oh believe me, I know you didn’t. You can’t make Sigyn do anything as far as I’ve seen.”

Marc cocked his head in silent agreement. “Rough night?”

“I wish I had better news for you to bring Khonshu, but Gorr is a man possessed,” Thor recounted. “Literally. He has the Necrosword and it’s corrupting him. We’ll stop him though, no matter what.”

“You know I have a lot more skills than babysitting a goddess,” Marc began.

“Clearly.”

Marc let out an irritated sigh. “That’s not what I meant. I can help, and so can your sister.”

Thor grinned “I see she worked her magic on you.”

Again, Marc faltered.

“I hear you, Marc Spector,” Thor told him, “and I’ll consider it.”

“Thank you, Thor.”

“And for the record, I’m not angry you bedded my sister, but I will be angry if you don’t go back in there and tend to her. Very poor bedside manner back there.”

The god motioned with his hand for Marc to leave. He didn’t usually let others tell him what to do, but the Asgardian had six inches on him, plus an ax the size of his head in his hand. He headed back toward the bedroom but Thor stopped him with a call of his name.

“Now I know you’re both adults, and you’re entitled to your privacy…but if you ever abandon or hurt my sister I will tear you limb from limb and feed you to the most heinous beast I can find.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

He knocked on Sigyn’s door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Marc.”

The door swung open on its own. Marc stepped through just as Sigyn emerged from the en-suite refreshed and clothed in her black robe again.

“Did Thor threaten you?”

“Yeah, standard stuff,” he shrugged.

Sigyn shook her head with a little annoyed huff, then refocused back on Marc. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

She was sheepish. “I’m presuming that you could see what happened last night after we made love?”

“Yeah.”

She nodded. “Are you angry?”

“Not about that.”

Her brow creased with concern. “Then what about?”

“Why did you tell your brother about Jake? That we shouldn’t join the Avengers and the effort to stop Gorr? What is it, you think I’m crazy? A fun fuck to tell your brother about?”

Sigyn rushed to his side, genuinely hurt. “Marc, no.” She tried to place her hands on his arm but he shook her off. “That’s not it at all.”

“Well what was it? Because that wasn’t your information to share.”

“You’re right, I shouldn't have,” Sigyn’s apology was instant and sincere. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why did you?”

“Because as much as I love my brother, though I’ve only known this rendition of him for barely a week, he’s aligned himself with incompetent fools. I didn’t want him to recruit you because I wanted us to go find the Godbutcher ourselves. S.W.O.R.D. will only slow us down,” she confessed. “Besides, you don’t strike me as one who works well in a team per se.”

Marc arched an eyebrow in amusement. “You’re right there.”

“Again, I’m terribly sorry Marc,” she reiterated. “I hope you, Steven, and Jake can forgive me.”

Marc was reluctant to accept her apology.

“I had a dream last night. About Loki. I believe I know where he is.”

“How do you know it wasn’t just a dream?” he followed up, still not convinced.

“Because the only thing Loki loved more than fucking me was to fuck with me,” she told him. “He’s likely watching me too, and furious I had such stellar sex with you.”

Marc cracked a smile at that. “It’s probably a trap.”

“That’s why I’d like you to come with me. He’s angry which means he’ll be sloppy. We could outsmart him.”

“Okay.”

“Really?!” Sigyn beamed. She threw herself into Marc’s arms and kissed him.

He let her. But she could feel he was still holding back, so when they broke apart she asked, “You’re still cross. What is it?”

“You let Jake do anal.”

A laugh bubbled out of Sigyn but she tamped down on it. The princess pressed herself into him, caressing his shoulders and biceps as she assuaged Marc, “That doesn’t mean I won’t let you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm I’d love it,” the princess purred as she grinded her hip against his growing erection.

He kissed her again, this time holding nothing back. “Fuck, you’re bad for business. You scramble my brain like an egg.”

Sigyn treated Marc to the open smile he’d grown to crave. “I’m rather fond of you too.”

There was something else on his mind. “I have a question. You and Thor never..”

“No!” Sigyn exclaimed. “He’s my brother.”

“In-law,” Marc pointed out. “And this Thor isn’t even that.”

“Even so, I assure you our relationship is nothing but familial,” she averred. “To be candid, I could always see and understand his appeal intellectually, but never actually felt it. It must have fed into my resentment toward my mother for trying to match my sister with him when I lacked the desire every other maiden seemed to possess in Asgard for the prince.”

“I see.” Marc believed that they weren’t romantically entwined, but couldn’t shake that the two were in cahoots on something that went beyond stopping Gorr.

He kept it himself for the time being, enjoying the view of Sigyn changing out of her robe into a simple dove gray dress.

“Now I have a question,” she announced, sitting on the arm of the chair Marc had taken a seat in.

“Shoot.”

“I didn’t take Steven’s virginity, did I?” Before Marc could reply she added, “Please tell me I didn’t.”

“You don’t want the honor of being his first?” Marc teased. Sigyn slapped his arm. “You’re safe.”

She sighed in relief.

“Were you afraid that you were?”

“Losing your virginity to a goddess sets a rather high bar, don’t you think?”

Now it was Marc’s turn to give her a playful shove, which resulted in Sigyn climbing into Marc’s lap.

“So what’s next?” He asked, searching her deep blue irises, ignoring his body’s urge to buck up into her.

“You’ll need to summon your avian master, I presume. We need to get to Knowhere.”

“Where?”

“It’s a moon, made up of the severed head of a Celestial,” Sigyn elucidated, extracting herself from Marc’s hold. “I saw Loki there in my dream. I recommend getting dressed.”

Marc smirked, the wrappings of the suit already encasing him. “Way ahead of you, your highness.”

A/N: Check out the next installment BALLROOM BLITZ

Thanks everyone for reading!! 

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Ballroom Blitz, Part 1

Summary: *Stefon from SNL voice* This fic has everything: parties, Khonshu possessing his avatar, ballroom dancing, a cameo by the British royal family, LAYLA EL-FAOULY, the moon boys looking like this ⬇️ , and so much more! 

Basically, Sigyn brings the Moon Knight to a classy function at Buckingham Palace, and all hell breaks loose. A continuation of my fic SCARED TO BE LONELY

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Marc x Fem!OC, Steven x Fem!OC, Jake x Fem!OC, past Loki x Fem!OC, past Marc x Layla

Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Here have some Moon Boys and Sigyn while I write Marc and Jake screwing their breastfeeding wife in Shape of You land. Also, what can I say? I love dressing Marc and Sigyn up and making them dance in public together. Also I made Shuri queer and gave Khonshu they/them pronouns byeeeee

I could kill him, Sigyn thought to herself as she paced up and down the hallway of Buckingham Palace, the rather unimaginative locale for where the British royalty was hosting the ball. The sound of her stilettos meeting the polished marble reverberated down the length of the high-ceilinged corridor.

The Brits were hosting the event to foster camaraderie and diplomacy between the nations that were ruled by warrior-superheroes. The Wakandans were in attendance with all of their slowly dissipating mystique and perennial grace, and naturally the Asgardians - New Asgardians, technically - were invited as well. 

While at first Thor and King Valkyrie had believed that going was a waste of precious time, time they needed to use hunting down Gorr and Loki, Sigyn convinced them otherwise. They had to go, she’d implored, because if they didn’t it would raise suspicion and worry. It wasn’t time for the general public to panic just yet. Furthermore, she’d pointed out, this would give them cover to debrief the Wakandans, since Gorr’s vendetta affected them too. 

There was one more reason Sigyn knew that their attendance was the right move, and it was because of her escort. It was expected for Thor and Valkyrie to arrive as a unit, the former crown prince of Asgard and his successor on Midgard, which left Sigyn’s arm bare. She refused to attend alone, therefore she’d asked Marc to accompany her. He’d accepted. 

Sigyn publicly on the arm of another man would infuriate her estranged husband. This was different than she and Khonshu’s avatars having sex in the privacy of her Claridge’s suite, or the dark corners and hidden alleys they’d fuck in each time they failed to find Loki as they chased him halfway across the galaxy. Attending the ball with Marc was an overt abandonment of Sigyn’s vows to her spouse, no matter that he’d forsaken them first. She was hoping that it would make the adopted Asgardian so livid it would deliver Loki to them, ending their weeks-long fruitless pursuit. 

Yet, Marc wasn’t here. Nor was Steven or Jake. They all knew about tonight’s event, she’d told them each separately, and how much it meant to Sigyn. It was a chance for the princess to recapture a portion of her old life, her life in her home universe, where she was a shrewd diplomat and gracious guest. Not only was the system late, they weren’t answering any of their phones. 

“Seeg,” Thor jogged over to her, looking dapper in his tux. “They’re going to start introductions soon. I’ve already asked the Wakandans to go before us, but is there any sign of him?” 

I am going to kill him, Sigyn amended her previous thought. All traces of doubt were gone. She detested exceptions like this being made on her behalf, especially when she was conducting official business. How could they do this to her? As if she didn’t already have enough abandonment issues. 

His sister’s dejected expression answered Thor’s question. He put his massive palms on her shoulders. “Hey, I’ll send Val in by herself. We’ll go in together, though we may be so blond and dazzling as a pair it could drive the Midgardians mad.” 

The god took the small smile his words etched across his sister’s lips as a victory. “I’ll enter on my own Thor, you and the King need to present a united front. Besides, I’m not even being introduced as a royal anyway.” 

Tonight, for the first time in nearly a millennium, Sigyn wouldn’t be introduced as princess of Asgard. Instead she would be Lady Sigyn Frodisdottir, her name when she was maiden. It made sense. She was royal on a different Asgard, and it would confuse everyone if a princess appeared out of nowhere in New Asgard. They’d all think she was married to Thor or Valkyrie. Nevertheless, it was more salt to the wound Loki carved into her heart, a wound Marc, Steven, or Jake’s presence would’ve served as a balm for. 

“No!” Thor protested, “Come on, it’ll be fun!”  

Sigyn opened her mouth to insist once again, but a member of the palace staff approached her. “My lady, I apologize, but I believe your escort just arrived at one of the service entrances.”

Sigyn’s heart soared and burned all at once. He didn’t abandon her after all, but of course Marc hadn’t listened and arrived in a car like she’d told him to. “Is your team bringing him here?” 

“We are my lady,” the staff member confirmed, “But for security purposes, could you come with me to make sure it’s him?” 

“Of course,” Sigyn answered without hesitation. She turned to Thor and begged, “Buy us a little more time, would you? I’ll collect him as quickly as possible.” 

Her brother nodded, mission accepted, as Sigyn and the staff member dashed from where the nobility waited outside the grand ballroom. The princess was surprisingly speedy in her heels. 

“My lady, are you comfortable with passing through some of the staff corridors?” they inquired. “I loathe to suggest it, particularly to an esteemed guest such as yourself, but it may be wise in the interest of time.”

“Certainly,” Sigyn consented, “I don’t mind at all.” 

Sigyn met Marc in a staff hallway just outside the kitchens. He was impeccably dressed in a classic tuxedo that Sigyn had procured for him through Claridge’s personal shopper. Steven had been fronting when they’d had a fitting. He nearly lost his mind over wearing a suit that was being altered for him by a tailor from Savile Row.  

But this was undoubtedly Marc charging toward her. The storminess in his eyes and athleticism in his gait was unmistakable to the Asgardian. He was clean-shaven, his hair neatly pushed from his brow with a hint of product. His appearance would’ve made Sigyn’s heart skip a beat if she wasn’t in such a rush. 

He began his apology, words pouring out of him, as soon as Marc glimpsed her. “I’m sorry, so fucking sorry. I rushed here, literally flew as fast as I can, Khonshu demanded that I–”

Sigyn stopped him “Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter now, we’re delaying the introductions.” 

The princess took Marc’s hand and tugged him to follow her, but now he’d been able to get a proper look at her, and Marc nearly choked on his own breath. Sigyn was a vision. She wore a simple yet timelessly elegant navy blue satin gown. It had a modest, delicate boatneck neckline, and fit the length of Sigyn’s body like a glove, the hem stopping just above the floor.

The Asgardian’s long locks were swept off her shoulders in a neat French twist. Marc had seen Sigyn without makeup plenty of times now, she was gorgeous and frankly didn’t need it he’d always thought, but there was something about the touch of smoky shadow around her eyes and an almost nude pink painted onto her lips that enhanced her divine features further. 

A sparkling diamond bracelet encircled the wrist that held Marc’s hand, and two small teardrop diamond earrings fell from her lobes. Around Sigyn’s neck, a thin diamond choker. The princess looked like an old movie star, understated but still incredibly alluring. 

That was until Sigyn turned around to tow Marc in the direction of the ballroom. If he was a cartoon, his eyes would have bulged out of his head and left his skull altogether. Where the front of the Asgardian’s dress rested just above her clavicles, the back was open, plunging down an expanse of bare skin to right above where Sigyn’s spine began to widen into the plump curves of her ass. And it turned out that her necklace wasn’t a choker at all, it was only a portion of a long diamond strand on which a sapphire, exactly the color of the princess’s eyes, hung at the root of her back. 

Jake was so captivated by this development that he pushed to the front, forcing a switch with no regard that they weren’t alone. The palace staff hurried along beside them, but that didn’t stop Jake from grabbing Sigyn’s hips and pulling her back to him. 

“Ay princesa, tu culo en este vestido”, he murmured. “Me estás dando una erección en medio del Palacio de Buckingham.”

Thank heavens the palace staff were bastions of discretion. 

“You’ll never get this ass again if you make us any more late,” she warned him in Spanish. 

Jake promptly released her and they resumed their race back to the ballroom, yet Sigyn only made it a few paces before her hand was captured and she was pulled into an equally hungry and earnest kiss. 

“You look absolutely radiant tonight, love,” Steven professed when they broke apart.

“Thank you darling,” she melted. “But we must make haste, we’ll have time for the two of us soon.” 

Which reminded Sigyn, “Whose name shall I give to the announcer?”

“Mine.” American accent. Marc. He’d switched back. 

“One of these days I wish to speak with Khonshu,” Sigyn fumed. “This is outright obnoxious.”

“He thinks I’m serving you more than him lately,” Mark divulged.  

That stopped Sigyn dead in her tracks. “You’re not serving me. I am your partner Marc, I could be queen of the multiverse but we’d still be partners in this venture. You know that, right?” 

Marc nodded.

“That infernal ancient bird,” Sigyn swore.

Marc remained silent. He’d done his best to lose the Egyptian deity as he flew across London, but Khonshu was always watching. Marc knew that the god wasn’t exactly fond of Sigyn either and getting in between them would be nothing short of a shitshow.   

They arrived back to the ballroom entrance just as the Wakandan delegation were finishing their introductions, Shuri and T’Challa the last to cross the threshold. 

“You made it!” Thor crowed in delight, Valkyrie at his side. “We’ll go first, give you two a moment.” 

“That violates protocol,” Sigyn protested. 

“Who cares?!” Valkyrie exclaimed with playful irreverence. “On New Asgard, the protocol is whoever’s ready goes first.” 

The King sent Marc a reassuring wink and soon they disappeared into the ballroom with the announcement “Her Majesty King Valkyrie of New Asgard and Thor, the strongest Avenger.” 

“I can’t believe he made them say that,” Marc muttered as Sigyn adjusted his lapel. 

“Do not get me started,” the Asgardian concurred through gritted teeth. She lay her hands on his broad chest. “You’re not nervous, are you?” 

“This is the furthest a kid from working class Chicago can get,” Marc told her. 

“Just take one step at a time and keep your gaze straight ahead,” she advised. 

It was their turn. Sigyn whispered to the uniformed attendant waiting to announce them, then returned to Marc, who offered her his arm. This was it. 

“Lady Sigyn Frodisdottir of New Asgard and Mister Marc Spector!” 

A swell of strings from an orchestra greeted them as the pair entered the ballroom. Every eye in the massive space was on Marc and Sigyn as they descended the staircase into the room, Marc making sure to go slow so Sigyn would retain her balance. 

Yet, the princess didn’t need his aid. She seemed to glide down the stairs, clearly the Asgardian noble was back in her element. Nevertheless, she covertly squeezed her escort’s arm, hoping he got the message “I’m happy you’re here with me” she meant to convey with the gesture. 

He took her advice, setting his gaze directly in front of him instead of looking at his feet, channeling the confidence from knowing he was here with the most beautiful woman in the room.

Thor, Valkyrie, T’Challa, his consort Nakia, Shuri, her striking consort - a member of the Dora Milaje, plus the British crown prince and his wife were all waiting for Marc and Sigyn at the base of the staircase. The orchestra continued playing, so once they were level with the other couples, Marc led Sigyn out to the dance floor with the rest of the royals and began the waltz. 

She’d given him advance notice about this part, which gave Marc time to teach himself the mercifully simple box step the dance consisted of as well as time to practice with her.  

Sigyn beamed at her partner while they waltzed. When Loki first left, Sigyn couldn’t have dreamed that she’d be in the arms of another powerful, kinder, dashing man, dancing at an opulent Migardian palace in another universe. Though now Sigyn was here, there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

“I’m so glad you made it,” she told him. 

“You’re throwing off my counting,” he chided. 

“Please, you can do this in your sleep and you know it,” she dismissed him fondly. 

“I’ll be glad when this song is over” he groused, then softened. “This is a little different from the first time we danced.” 

“Only slightly,” she joked. Sigyn wanted to kiss Marc, yet they’d mutually agreed that there were to be no public displays of affection this evening. Luring Loki was one thing, but they didn’t need any Midgardian attention. It was proving more difficult in practice, what with Marc dressed to the nines, holding her near enough for the princess to smell his crisp cologne, his chiseled face so close to hers.

“I know Steven and Jake already said it, but you do look really beautiful tonight,” he offered as they sailed across the floor. 

“Thank you, Marc,” she grinned again, Marc was the stingiest with compliments. It wasn’t that he didn’t genuinely mean them, but sharing them necessitated a vulnerability the Midgardian was still unaccustomed to. “You look quite dashing yourself. Now what troublesome task did Khonshu insist you complete before you arrived?” 

Marc opened his mouth to answer, but instead of vocalizing, his eyes glowed a pearlescent white, his posture stiffened, and his head tilted back slightly. Miraculously, he didn’t miss a step as they danced which could only mean one thing…

“Why don’t I tell you myself, hm? Since you are so eager to speak with me.”

Khonshu. 

“Your timing is impeccable,” she commented, her tone dripping in sarcasm. 

They twirled her, Khonshu’s agility taking Sigyn off guard. Marc had mastered the box step but not much else.  

“It would behoove you not to wear your emotions so plainly on your face, little princess,” the god admonished her. Khonshu’s voice was unmistakably deeper than Marc’s and more sonorous.

They no longer shouted like they had the first time they’d puppeted Marc’s body with the Ennead. Now that Marc had experienced it before, Khonshu had a better grip on modulating his avatar’s volume. 

“Typical man, telling a woman how and how much to feel,” Sigyn scoffed. 

“I am a god.”

“That may be true, but you’re still a man,” she quipped. 

“It has been a while since I was corporeal,” they rumbled, pressing Marc’s groin into her hip.

Sigyn recoiled so quickly, the normally balletic Asgardian tripped over her shoes. Khonshu steadied her, disguising her stumble as a dip on the dance floor. 

It wasn’t fair that the mangy falcon was wearing Marc’s skin. The face she gazed upon, the arms that held her, did things to Sigyn. Involuntary things. Primal things. She tried to superimpose the beaked image of Khonshu Steven had shown her over Marc’s features and tamp down on the defiant arousal stirring within her. 

“What are you doing here?” her glare full of flames, “Why now?” 

The deity straightened, bringing Sigyn with them. “Because you’ve fallen in love with my avatar and he’s falling for you. Every damn one of him.”

“I don’t–-I’m not in love with Marc,” she instantly denied as they resumed the waltz. What if he could hear her? She went on, “I do care about him however. His safety and wellbeing is a matter of importance to me, which is more than you can say.” 

Khonshu snarled in a harsh whisper “How dare you insult me.”

“I do not fear you,” Sigyn looked them straight in Marc’s eyes. “In fact, you ought to be thanking me, putting yourself in my debt. I’m trying to save you.” 

“And yourself,” the god pointed out, “I will not allow you to pretend as if you're performing some great act of charity on my behalf. I enable your intergalactic travel, lest you forget. You are serving yourself just as much as you’re entreating my avatar to serve you.” 

“All the stars above, they are not–”

A slackening in the body’s posture stopped the princess mid-sentence. 

“Sigyn?” Her name was spoken in a British accent instead of Khonshu’s dark timbre.

“Steven?!”

Steven heaved as if he was holding the god back with all of his physical might. “So sorry love…we’re trying to get him out of here, but he’s too power–”

His eyes glowed once more and his shoulders went rigid. Khonshu had returned. 

Sigyn exhaled an exasperated sigh at their reemergence. “Do they give you consent to use their body like this?” 

“I own this body,” Khonshu replied simply. 

“Well, that response clarifies perfectly who is in service to who.” 

“And yet they do whatever you tell them to, then lick your quim afterwards,” the deity fired back. 

“You are wildly fortunate that I enjoy your avatar’s face,” her voice lower and more menacing than any of them - Jake, Marc, Steven and Khonshu - had ever heard it, “because otherwise I would punch that smirk clean off of it.” 

“Little princess–”

“No more,” Sigyn demanded. “I want my escort back. Now.” 

“And why should I listen to you?” 

“I won’t ask again.”

When Khonshu refused, still swaying with Sigyn, she began in the same ominous tone, “You know tonight is important to me, which is precisely why you decided to make your entrance now. I must hand it to you, Khonshu, it’s your most breathtaking act of sabotage towards me yet.”

She was right. The Egyptian deity knew Sigyn wouldn’t make a scene in front of so many fellow royals and prying eyes. 

“However, Marc, Steven, Jake and I, along with Thor, King Valkyrie, and the buffoons at S.W.O.R.D., we may fail. Gorr may kill us all,” Sigyn continued, “Or if Loki rises to power, he’ll likely spare me. We’re still married according to most cosmic law, and he’ll want heirs. Legitimate ones. Norns, he’s wanted children for the past two centuries now.”

Sigyn leaned in close to Marc’s ear and murmured to Khonshu, “What do you think he’ll do to you if that comes to pass? Better yet, what do you think I will do after your insolence tonight?” 

“You’re bluffing.”

“Perhaps I am,” Sigyn conceded, “Or perhaps I’m not. Are you going to risk discovering which it is?” 

Khonshu pulled away so they could see Sigyn’s face. She sneered at him, “You will continue to permit your avatar to partner with me to stop Loki, and provide transport for us whenever we require it. Now return my escort to me.” 

In lieu of a verbal reply, Khonshu merely cooperated, the body nearly collapsing on top of Sigyn when it was returned to Marc. 

“Marc, darling, are you alright?” She held him close to her. 

“Yeah…” he was panting as if he’d run a marathon, “yeah I’m fine. Can we sit down?” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” she cooed. The Asgardian and Marc rarely used pet names with each other, but in this moment after witnessing Khonshu’s cruelty, Sigyn couldn’t help herself. 

They left the dance floor. Marc sank down onto one of the plush red velvet couches that were dotted around the edges of the spacious room. 

Sigyn sat with him, rubbing his back. “Are you sure you’re alright?” 

“Yeah, I will be,” he assured her. “Just need a moment.” 

Sigyn removed her hand to allow Marc his space. She kept quiet and flagged one of the servers, requesting a glass of water for her partner. 

“Thank you,” Marc said when the server returned with the glass. 

She surveyed Marc expectantly. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“Not really,” Marc answered honestly. “He’s done it before, but only when the Ennead convenes. It’s something I can’t get used to though.” 

“I’m sure.” 

Marc sent the princess a wry grin. “You were pretty fucking formidable back there.” 

“Don’t sound so surprised,” she teased. “How do you think I was able to keep Loki in line for as long as I did?” 

Her quip prompted a question from Marc. He tried to make it sound nonchalant. “So you two are still married?”

“Only legally. It’s similar to that term you told me, for when spouses have decided to no longer stay together but yet to properly divorce.”

“Separated,” he supplied for her.

“Yes, we’re separated.” 

“Would you take him back if he won? If he became the sole god in the multiverse?” 

“If it meant protecting those I care about, yes. I would.” 

Marc respected her honesty. “You know I always wondered why you two—you…you didn’t have kids.” 

“No child of mine will ever be used as a pawn, and that’s exactly what they’d be if we’d had one,” Sigyn explained. “In my universe Thor, much like the one here, is still unwed and childless. So I knew, no matter how much he’d deny it, that if I gave birth before Thor married and had an heir of his own, Loki would use our child as a bargaining chip to ascend the throne before his brother.”

“I can see why you wouldn't want to bring a kind into that,” Marc sympathized.

“I appreciate that,” she managed. 

The two watched the other couples dancing in silence. Marc was surprised at how light the hulking god of thunder was on his feet. 

Marc leaned over to Sigyn, “For the record, I don’t think I serve you.” 

The Asgardian was diffident. “I’m glad.” 

“And I really want to kiss you right now,” he confessed.  

“We promised we wouldn’t.” 

“That was before I saw you in this dress.” 

“You think it’s been any easier for me with you looking like that?” 

“Sigyn,” he rasped, crowding her space further.  

The princess was on the verge of succumbing to Marc, breaking their mutual promise, when Thor strode up to them and interrupted, “Thankfully that’s over!” 

Marc and Sigyn sprang apart. The Avenger pretended to be oblivious and continued, “Did anyone else feel the weird energy out there just now? Marc, my man, you’ve been holding back your dance moves!”

“What is it, brother?” Sigyn unsuccessfully masked the irritation in her voice, refusing to take her eyes off her escort. 

“Valkyrie’s rounding up the Wakandans, it’s time.”

Ah. That. Sigyn turned to Thor. “Marc should come.” 

“Marc should stay and be eyes on the ballroom while we’re away, like we discussed,” Thor was doing the thing where he sounded overly upbeat to mask his frustration. 

Marc could sense it. He pecked Sigyn’s lips, effectively kissing the pout off of her face. “We should stick to the plan. I’m fine here.”

At last she agreed and rose from the red cushions. “We won’t be gone long, and you’ll pay for that, Spector.”

Marc winked. “I sure hope so.”

As Sigyn and Thor departed, the god whispered, “You said it was casual.” 

“It is,” she countered, looking anywhere but Thor’s face.

“You two are acting like you’re square in the sexily-denying-their-feeling-for-each-other phase of any good rom-com,” Thor shot back. 

Sigyn glared at him. “You need to lay off the Midgardian entertainment, I think.” 

***

Marc set about sweeping the room in his date’s absence. He grabbed a glass of champagne from a server, not to drink, but as a prop for a very fake casual stroll around the room. Sigyn had warned him that Loki was a shapeshifter, so he did a lap to see if anyone, even the most innocuous attendees, perhaps the Queen herself, was tailing or watching him. 

Who Marc found instead knocked the wind out of him. He blinked in disbelief, sure that the vision in front of him was in fact a hallucination. It wasn’t though, because once they locked eyes, she made her way over to him instead of disintegrating before him. 

It was his ex-wife. 

Where Sigyn had opted for a timeless subtle elegance with her gown, she had eschewed tradition and wore a much more modern ensemble. A cap-sleeved orange crop top showcased her broad shoulders, then stopped at the center of her rib cage, revealing a delectable strip of tawny skin at her midsection. A voluminous matching orange skirt bloomed from her waist, everything accented by the dainty gold jewelry she wore. 

She looked gorgeous. He was going to need that champagne after all.  

“Layla?!”

“Hi Marc.” 

He tried not to betray just how much he was reeling at her presence. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I could say the same about you. Of all the colonizer palaces in all the cities in the world…”

A nervous laugh escaped Marc at her Casablanca reference. He took a pull from his champagne flute to ease him. “Sorry, I sound like a dick for asking, but why are you here?”

“I've been consulting for the Wakandans on recovering stolen artifacts,” she informed him. Layla kept her voice carefully guarded and aloof. It stung to realize Marc was no longer privy to Layla’s adventures. 

He attempted to wheedle them out of her anyway. “What, you going to use the party as cover to make a play tonight?

Layla ignored her ex-husband’s question and sipped her respective champagne instead. “The reason you’re here made it pretty clear when she paraded you in earlier.”

Marc’s cheeks burned. Layla knew how much he hated pomp. “It’s…it’s not like that. We’re working together.”

Layla shot him her signature “don’t bullshit me” look but Marc doubled down. 

“Seriously, there’s a threat involving an alien and a Norse god and I’m helping the Asgardians track them down before they can do too much damage.” 

Her laser gaze intensified. Layla knew him too well, and knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth. She cursed the dark, masochistic part of her that wanted to hear Marc say that they were sleeping together. 

Marc didn’t feel the need to. Instead, he swore, “It’s casual. I don’t think either of us know what we are, or care to. No labels, no commitments.”

“You committed to learning the waltz.”

“You look great,” Marc changed the subject, one in which he could actually tell the truth. 

“Marc—“

“Are you still working with Tawaret?” Marc pressed. 

“Do you miss me?” 

Yes, said his gut. He hated himself for it. The divorce was final, Marc still considered Layla as his wife. Deep down he knew he could fuck Sigyn six ways to Sunday and still a little part of him would miss Layla. It wasn't fair to his Asgardian lover, and it was bloody painful for Marc. 

Marc searched for an adequate answer. He did miss her, and after everything they went through in Cairo, they thought they could give their marriage another chance. But Marc couldn’t shake the guilt that he’d condemned the person he loved most to the same servitude he entrapped himself in. 

Though Tawaret was much kinder to her avatar than Khonshu to him, it also wasn’t lost on Marc how she blossomed in her new role as Cairo’s resident superhero. Not to mention the discovery of Jake threw him for a loop. Ultimately, he filed the divorce papers again because Marc believed he needed to allow Layla to enter this new chapter of her life unencumbered with his baggage, his DID, his love for others to exploit to get to her.

While Marc’s thoughts raced, Sigyn rushed to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder and melding herself into his side with a blind fluidity. 

“Darling, Thor’s insisting that you sit for the Asgardian delegation photograph, and he won’t listen to me when I insisted we’ve put you through enough this evening. It’s his attempt at a fraternal gesture, I suppose, but we must—“ 

“Sigyn, this is Layla El-Faouly.”

The princess faltered, taking in the sight of the caramel skinned, raven haired beauty before her. Her mane of dark curls were reminiscent of a regal lioness, her eyes inquisitive as a hawk’s. 

Sigyn felt her heart fracture and jealousy bloom in its cracks. Khonshu had been more right about her feelings for Marc than she’d cared to admit. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“And yours, my lady,” Layla responded without missing a beat. 

“Call me Sigyn, please.” The princess searched for something more to say, something safe. “Are you enjoying tonight’s festivities?”

“Very much so.”

“Yes, the British certainly know how to entertain their guests.”

“As well as subjugate and steal from other cultures,” added Layla. 

Sigyn’s eyebrows shot up. “I ought to have done more research on our hosts it seems.”

“Didn’t you say you two needed to be going?” Layla asked in a deceptively airy tone, zeroing in on her ex-husband.

Sigyn also looked to Marc for help. He felt like a deer caught in not one, but two, deadly hunters' crosshairs. 

The Asgardian broke the silence. “Right…well, I could always tell Thor that I couldn’t find you Marc, if you two have more to discuss.”

“No, let’s go,” he answered at last. The decision to leave with Sigyn hurt Layla more than if Marc had stabbed her in the heart. 

Sigyn turned to the exquisite Egyptian. “It was lovely meeting you.”

“And you, Sigyn.”

The princess waited until they were far enough away to remark coolly, “She’s stunning.”

Marc tensed. “Sigyn...” 

“Though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised,” she mused, drinking in the figure Marc cut in his tux. “You two make a beautiful couple.” 

“Stop.” 

Sigyn glowered at him. Marc moved in closer, put his hand on the bare skin of her back, just under where the sapphire dangled. “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

“I don’t know, Marc, are you?” she shot back, angling away from his touch. “You said all of nothing back there.”

“I don’t want to do this right now,” Marc huffed. 

“How fortunate, neither do I,” Sigyn parried, her mounting anger causing her to walk faster, “So if there’s one of you in there who hasn’t been with her I would much rather speak to them.” 

That was despicable, she thought as soon as the words had left her mouth. Sigyn had no right to speak to Marc like that, to treat him as interchangeable, to demand a more convenient alter at any given moment. Yet before the Asgaridan could apologize, a pair of arms pulled her back against a solid torso just as they had earlier that evening, causing the blue gem she wore to dig into her spine. 

“Estoy aqui, nena” Jake murmured into her ear. 

“You were never with her?”

Jake laughed, his trademark humorless bark. “She doesn’t know I exist.” 

“He’s furious at me, isn’t he?” She inquired about Marc. “He should be.”

He shushed her in a soothing tone. “Don’t think about that right now. Be here with me. I’m more fun at a party than the two of them combined.”

Sigyn walked out of his hold, though she kept her hand clasped in his. “They’re still waiting on us. Can you pretend to be Marc for the next five minutes?” 

“Claro que si,” Jake assured her, following her. “Then we leave.” 

“Not that soon,” Sigyn countered. “But soon enough.” 

Jake growled in her ear with excitement. “Por favor princesa, let’s leave now. I’ll take you to a club where we can really dance.”

But they were already entering the opulent meeting room where the photographs were being taken, Thor booming “There you two are!” at their arrival.

READ PART TWO

A/N: I need everyone to know that I adore Layla and May Calamawy sooo much so that every OC I write must be intimidated and jealous of her because she is truly a goddess among us. That being said, I harscore ship Layla and the Moon Boys in canon, wanted to make sure NO ONE thinks I’m a hater! 

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Translations: 

Ay princesa, tu culo en este vestido - Ay princess, your ass in this dress

Me estás dando una erección en medio del Palacio de Buckingham - You’re giving me an erection in the middle of Buckingham Palace 

Estoy aqui, nena - I’m here baby 

Claro que si - Of course 

Por favor princesa - Please princess

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