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xsarcasticwriterx · 3 years

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Young God-Part 1

Summary: Your power isn't even a power its simply words. You can understand people, get into their head and know them better than anyone all willingly on their end. This made you useful to the avengers when villains came and you could understand and fix them. When this is asked to be done to loki you cant help but fall for the god the more you get to know him.

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warning: Swearing, Loki being loki,angst

Notes: Ok lemme just start of saying loki isn't going to be...nice in the beginning of this i got the idea off of joker and harley quinn's relationship and slightly silence of the lambs so do with that what you will now i adore loki so he won't be a dick the whole time just yea someone getting into loki's head? he isn't too chill with that.

You walked down the stairs leading to the dungeon where the god was locked away ready for you to speak to. you heard the mocking laughs and sarcastic remarks made as you passed the cells.” “hey mortal lemme get a taste” he said thrust to you. you flipped him off not looking at him and passing on by. seeing the god laying on the couch reading a book you walked through the boundaries placed stepping before him. Odin had given you a pill, said it would allow you past the wall of an hour and only you. “hello” he said reading his book still. “apologies for my fellow inmates they can be quiet rude” he said with a small smirk.

“ironic coming from a man with the nickname silver tongue” you said sitting down on a chair in front of him. he placed down his book “oh doll there's more to that nickname” he said with a wink. you simply rolled your eyes in response. you had been told loki was like this. “anyways why are you here” he asked sitting up turning to you “did odin send you to make sure im behaving?” he asked with a snarky tone

You made a mental note of his hatred for odin, though from your interactions with the man you slightly understood that. “i'm here to speak to you” is all you said. loki scoffed “you doll are a horrible liar” he said with a smirk. He stood up and walked around you almost scanning you. “what's the real reason your here?” he asked behind you. “truly i am here to talk to you” you repeated with a straight face and shrug. “then talk” he said bending down right in front of your face. his breath ghosting over your face and his long wavy hair falling in his face. “your a god you live for years on end tell me loki, how old are you?” you asked. loki gave a smile before standing “my age? that's what you came for?” he huffed. “ill answer your questions if you answer mine” he said in return

you turned around facing him “i don't answer questions” you said with a shrug “oh come on doctor i know your other patients didn't just comply with your questioning” he said with a smirk. he was always smiling or smirking, never a true smile something to show planning, no not planning, anger? no not anger. hurt? yes thats it hes hurt and hides it with his devilish smile. to throw you off to push you away. make you fear him over wanting to know him.

Now the new question was how did he know you were a doctor. well you may not be an official doctor but you were one of sorts. You had been in college to get a phycology degree until fury swept you up making you work for him. you tilted your head alarming the god you were lost on his accusation. “oh dear as you said i am a god you don't think i could fall for your tricks and lies like the others did you?” he asked walking to you “doll only i make the tricks here” he said holding your jaw. “now we play by my rules” he said with another smile. “stop” you said. his smile widened “stop smiling” you said. you saw a hint of confusion wash over before it was erased with another smirk “why doll?” he asked. “because its a lie” you said. loki's face became serious “you talk of lies yet you wouldn't tell me why your here” he said walking around the room.

“Fine i'm here to evaluate you” you said simply “now will you answer my questions?” you asked. “I have been just not the ones you want the answer to.” he replied. “agree to my terms and ill be more than willing to answer you” he said with a sarcastic smile “i ask the questions not you” you replied. he shrugged laying back down reading his book again. you only had an hour with him so you had no choice but to comply with his rules or you'll get nowhere but you also didn't want the god to think he could just boss you around and throw a fit.

you shrugged picking up your bag walking out of the room. “1,054″ you said blankly. you turned confused “my age” he said still reading. you nodded walking back in “one question” you said sitting down. he smirked still looking at the book but not reading it “well start simple. name?” he asked. “y/n” you replied. “y/n....mmm now y/n why are you here?” he asked sitting up. “to evalu-” you started to say before he cut you off “why are you here?” he asked “were not doing this loki i said one question” you said standing back up. your hour was almost over. “what happened doctor don't like a taste of your own medicine?” he asked with a dark smile. “why do you do that? smile so much?” you asked. “you tell me you said it was a lie which means you've made your own deductions of it so tell me doc why do i smile so much?” he asked tilting his head.

“to make people uncomfortable. they see you smile this mischievous smile a smile that they expect from the god of mischief. you become what people expect of you so they stay away now why you push people you don't know away i'm not quiet sure on but i assume it has something to do with your spite for odin” you said simply. loki gave a wide smile standing up “well well well doc, you are utterly” he said behind you getting close to your ear “wrong” he said simply straightening backup. “now you well i do have so many things to say about you” he said moving in front of you. “you evaluate people thinking you know everything about them so much more than they know themself, from body language to words to the crime they commited. but i my dear am simply a king who deserved a throne and would fight for it” he said sitting back down “hours up doll better leave before your trapped in here” he said looking at you with another smile.

Walking back up you felt unnerved. the god had a weird aura to him like he could read your mind. granted he may actually be able to in which case you need to be more careful about such things. you walked to your room feeling empty and drained. you fell back on the bed rubbing your face. the odinsons had given you your own quarters while you stayed there. there was knock on the door and you groaned “its open” you replied and the door opened revealing yet another god, a kinder one. Thor walked over sitting next to you “how was loki?” he asked. “loki was....exactly how yall described him” you sighed. thor griminced he hoped his brother would behave “did you get anything out of him?” he asked. “just his age which is useless it was more a test to see if he'd comply with me. think he got more out of me than i of him” you said looking up at thor.

“give him time. my brother can be...difficult but your a legend at this so you should do well it may take longer than usual but you'll get it” thor said cheerfully. you gave a small smile. you wanted to believe that you truly did but honestly you weren't sure. “loki sure is a strange guy” you said sitting up “Well he's not a guy hes a god such as i and he was raised by my mother” he said to you.

“get some rest i bet you'll do much better tomorrow” he said with a smile walking out. you sighed and changed, laying bed you felt sleep take over.

you stood in a black room seeing your parents smiling faces “mom? dad? you said with a smile. you started to run to them before blood dripped from there eyes and they slowly faded away. you stepped back feeling empty once again. you heard a chuckle and turned seeing loki laugh and roll his eyes before vanishing too

You awoke with a small scream and your heart racing. you were drenched in sweat and tears streamed down your face. once you calmed you growled launching up from bed and walking down to the dungeon storming past the assholes shouting crude things at you. you stood at loki's cell banging on the wall “hey asshole” you said blatantly. “well hello to you too doll isnt this a shocker” he said with another smile god how you wanted to slap that smile off his face “shut up” you said. loki sat up looking at you “well what can i do for you?” he asked. “your not supposed to have you powers in here” you said with a stern face

loki tilted his head in mock confusion “why i don't” he said voice dripping in sarcastic hurt as if offended by such accusations. “don't lie you bastard! You were in my head i know it you know it so let's just both know it” you yelled at him. His smile widened “ok darling but see i do have one question left unanswered. how did your parents die?” he asked stepping to the glass. “they didn't it was simply a nightmare” you groaned.

“no no see people who dream of the death unprompted feel pain,sadness,fear they try to stop it you well you felt nothing you just...stood there” he said looking down at you. “so how was it they died?” he asked. “if you can get in my head then you sure as shit know” you said looking down at the floor. you really did not want to speak of it.

“of course i do doll but i want to hear you say it” he said leaning on the glass. “i will not play into your game” you said storming off “you still hear it dont you? their screams” he said. “i do” he said after

you turned “pardon?” you asked walking back to him. “have a nice night darling” he said smiling walking back to his couch. “but you said-” you were cut off by the sounds of footsteps “oi you are not to be down here madam” the man said walking to you “oh yes sorry i must have sleep walked” you replied walking upstairs back to your bed.

laying down your head felt as if it was spinning. This was going to be an interesting roller coaster wasn't it.

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dontcare77ghj · 4 years

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Warm & Cool

Bucky x reader x Loki

No-one knew how it happened. No-one on the team or in your personal lives knew how it happened. The best they could describe it was a series of events that ended with the three of you together.

You had been a part of the Avengers since the events of New York. Loki had been sent to Earth under Thor’s supervision as punishment. As the two of you got closer Steve caught news of Bucky not being dead and started his search for the man. It was in the early months of your relationship with the God, that Bucky was brought to the compound.

If it had taken a while for you to get closer to Loki, the man had invaded New York after all, it was an eternity before the two of you admitted your attraction to the one armed soldier to each other. And don’t even get either of you started on how long it took the two of you to invite Bucky out to dinner.

There were many bets that the three of you would not last. Many, many bets. But here you all were seven months later, still committed to this relationship and each other.

“I have never felt more sympathy for Steve than I do now.” You groaned, turning away from Bucky who let out another sigh. “Poor Stevie.”

“Stevie is a punk and could never take care of himself. I was being a good friend and helping him out. Please just let me take care of you, doll.” Bucky begged, running a hand down his face.

You were sick. It was all Clint’s fault. The ma who was basically your brother had begged you to look after your niece and nephews while your boyfriends were busy so he could go out with Laura. Because you love your niece and nephews you’d eagerly agreed to watch over the children.

What you weren’t happy about was the fact all three children had caught the flu and Clint had not mentioned this tid bit to you at all. Since Loki was back on Asgard with his brother, Bucky had taken it upon himself to ensure you got better.

“You’re trying to poison me!” You cried, pulling the blanket over your head.

“Doll, please. Just take the medicine. You’re not going to get well if you don’t take it.” He sighed.

“It’s disgusting Buck. It’ll make me throw up.” You whined, refusing to let Bucky pull the sheet off your body. “Loki would never treat me like this.”

“No, he’d use magic on you doll. And you remember how that makes you feel after.” He reminded you, making you groan.

You’d only ever been sick around your Asgardian boyfriend once. As his people never get sick, he’d been quite panicky at the sight of you laid up in bed, too ill to move. After witnessing how you were for an hour, he’d decided to use magick to cure you.

While the sickness faded quickly, the after effects had lasted longer than the sickness would have.

“It makes you feel like shit. Trust me Buck.” You said, popping your head out of the blanket. “Fine, give me the medication.” You sighed, holding your hand out in front of him. Bucky gave you a smug smile as he poured two pills out of the bottle.

“Here you go, doll.” He smiled as he passed them to you. “You’ll thank me for helping you get well soon.” He said as you took them dry.

“I hate pills.” You groaned, leaning back in bed. Bucky shifted so he was sitting next to you.

“Oh, my poor baby doll.” Bucky cooed, wrapping his metal arm around your small frame. “Has to take pills to get better.”

“Oh, that’s so nice.” You moaned as Bucky’s cool hand rested on your warm skin. “Don’t move your hand, James.”

“Doll, you’re burning up.” Bucky realized as he pressed his flesh hand to your forehead. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“I was a bit busy trying not to get poisoned, James.” You murmured, leaning on his shoulder and pressing his hand onto your forehead. “Please don’t move your hand. It’s so nice.”

“I won’t move until you want me to, doll. I promise.” He assured you, running his flesh hand through your hair. “Go to sleep doll.” He told you several minutes later as your eyes began to flutter.

“Love you, Buck.” You murmured, pressing yourself further into his cool appendage.

“Love you too, Y/N.”

Summer. The time for the beach and for pools. The time for ice cream and cooling drinks of lemonade. Summer, the hottest time to be alive and the most uncomfortable time of the year.

Tony wasn’t sure what had happened but for whatever reason he couldn’t fix the tower’s A.C. system. He’d been working on it for the past two days and in those two days, the three of you hadn’t let your floor.

It was simply far too hot and, in an effort, to keep cool you and Bucky had been walking around in as little clothing as possible. Loki had found the whole situation amusing as you and Bucky sat in front of multiple fans in your undergarments, or less.

“I’m sweating like a pig.” Bucky complained, resting his metal arm in a cooler full of ice. “How are you walking around in all leather, babe?” He asked as Loki entered the room with a book in hand.

“Because it’s not hot.” He said, sitting next to you on the couch. “How are you today, my love?” Loki questioned you, resting his hand on your knee.

“I’m dying.” You groaned. “Sorry, hon, but it’s far too hot for skin to skin contact.” You said, brushing his hand off your knee.

“I don’t understand the two of you. I feel the heat much stronger than you both, yet I don’t think it to be warm in the slightest.” Loki shook his head opening the book in his hands.

“I would imagine your summers on Asgard are much hotter.” You commented. “But for us mortals, this is hot.”

“This is almost like a cool spring day to me.” Loki agreed.

“Back in my day it was never this hot.” Bucky grumbled, sounding much more like a man of his biological age.

“Yeah that’s because we ruined the planet since your day and age, Buck.” You said, rolling your eyes. “It’s called global warming, old man.”

“Loki is older than me.” Bucky pouted.

“At least I know how to adapt to the modern world at a relatively quick pace.” Loki said, making you smirk.

“You two are mean.” Bucky said, pulling his arm out of the melted ice and placing it on his chest. “That’s nice.” He sighed at the cool feeling.

“I’ll be nice until it burns you.” You pointed out.

“Well it’s not like there’s any other way to get cool right now.” Bucky said.

“If it makes the two of you stop complaining, I know a way to keep you cool.” Loki voiced without looking up from his book.

“If it keeps us cool, I’ll stop complaining.” Bucky agreed as you nodded.

“Very well then.” Loki said, closing his book. “Come here Bucky.” Loki said, shifting on the couch closer to you. He wrapped one arm around you and the other around Bucky once he sat and suddenly his skin turned a vivid shade of blue.

His skin was much cooler to the touch and you let out a content sigh as you pressed your face into his neck.

“This is perfect.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his pulse point. “Thank you, darling.”

“Of course, my loves.” Loki said, leaning back on the couch with his book back in his hands. You and Bucky relaxed in his cooling grip, none of you saying anything as you cooled off and Loki read, before you and Bucky drifted off in his hold.

Non-reader POV

“We need more blankets.” Loki stated, getting out of bed and moving into the walk in.

“There are no more blankets, babe.” Bucky stated. “We have them all on the bed.” He added as Loki exited the closet with a scowl.

“How can we own so few blankets?” The God questioned the solider as he quickly got back into bed.

“There’s sixteen on the bed right now, Loki.” Bucky reminded him. “How many more blankets do you want?”

“Enough to make it bearable to sleep next to your frozen body.” Loki said, narrowing his eyes at his boyfriend. “How are you this cold?”

“Metal arm.” Bucky shrugged. “I don’t know, it’s winter Loki. It’s cold.”

“Far too cold.” Loki muttered under his breath.

“For a man who is part frost giant, you’d think you’d be able to handle a little chill.” Bucky teased, having heard him with his advanced hearing .

"Only half of me is frost giant, the other half of me still feels the chill in the air, James." Loki said.

"I don't care if you're half vampire. I still love you." Bucky smiled, intertwining their fingers.

"I know." Loki smirked, though it was not a malicious smirk but a rather soft one.

"Did you just Han Solo him?" Y/N asked now standing in the doorway. Y/N had been on a mission with Steve and Natasha for several days now and though both men could see how exhausted she was, she still had a bright smiled plastered on her face.

"Neither of us know what that means love." Loki smiled, lifting back the many blankets as she stripped into her underwear.

"Remind me in the morning to add that to the last of movies you need to watch." You said, crawling into the offered space between the men.

"You're so warm, doll. We missed you." Bucky said, pressing his nose into your neck.

"I missed you too." You murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

"I never realised how warm you run, love." Loki commented, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I run hot." You said, becoming drowsy because of the almost suffocating warmth.

"That you do." Bucky smiled, pulling both you and the God closer to him. The three of you continued an attempt at conversation but it eventually turned into indistinct murmurs.

After nearly a half hour of mindless mumbles and murmurs the three of you drifted off to sleep. And throughout the night the sixteen blankets became one and even that one was pushed to the end of the bed because it was no longer needed.

The boys weren't cold with your warmth next to them.

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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Feels like Death

TITLE: Feels Like Death CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One shot AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine unexpectedly getting your period and having to explain it to Loki. RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 here

It was a series of unfortunate events that had you in your current situation. You writhed in your bed, trying to find some position that was remotely comfortable. But everything hurt. It didn’t just hurt. Hurt was too weak of a word for the aching cramps in your abdomen, the ones in your back. You felt sick, nauseous, fevered and chilled at the same time.

You shifted again in your bed, though this position was no better than the last one had been. You felt like you were laying in a pool of your own blood. That may have actually been more comfortable than the tampon that felt like a rolling pin shoved up a very uncomfortable place and the pad that felt like laying in a wet diaper.

Everything reeked and hurt and gods, you felt like you were dying. Or at least that ripping out your uterus yourself would feel less painful than what it was doing to you. It had been months since it had been this bad. The medication you were on usually kept you from even having periods most months. This month was different. You’d missed a dose of the shot while you were on a mission with the team. You’d caught up on it later, but it hadn’t been enough. Plus you were due for a real period.

You groaned as you reached for the bottle of pain pills. You were going to have to take them dry. Getting up to get water was out of the question with how awful you felt.

“Miss, breakfast is ready,” Jarvis announced.

That made you groan louder and curl into a tighter ball. “Fuck off, Jarvis,” you grumbled as you whimpered in pain. You weren’t going anywhere.

There was a pause where you could practically feel the AI’s offense at your words. “Shall I tell the others you are sick?” He asked too politely. Yup, he was pissed.

Somehow, you couldn’t find enough fucks to care.

Fuck.

Loki.

Loki didn’t know about periods as far as you were aware. You’d been dating him for a few months now, but hadn’t had to tell him about this unfortunate part of being a midgardian female. You last period had been before you’d started dating.

He was going to freak out if he found you curled in a ball in your bed unable to move.

You tried to sit up, you wouldn’t have long before he came to try to find you if you didn’t show up for breakfast. He worried over you during the best of times. While you were skilled enough to be on the team, you still weren’t a god of Asgard. You usually bickered with him that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself, and had even handed his ass to him in the training room before, but today you knew he wouldn’t listen or believe you.

You managed to get to a mostly sitting position before the pain got too bad and you fwumped back among the pillows with a whimper of pain.

There was a polite tap on your door. “Darling?” Loki asked, concern in his voice. Jarvis probably ratted on you for cussing at him. Fucking stupid AI.

Fuck. You were out of time and still had no idea how to explain.

“Loki, I-“ you paused. You couldn’t lie to Loki, even though a closed door he would be able to smell your lie. You sighed and laid your head back down.

“Darling? May I come in?” Loki asked more insistently when you didn’t answer properly.

You groaned something in reply. Or just groaned in pain. You couldn’t quite be sure which. Regardless, Loki took your groan as permission to enter and opened your room’s door. You looked up at him when he came in. He was perfectly handsome as ever, even in the Midgardian clothes he’d taken to wearing after you’d finally convinced him that most people on Midgard didn’t wear court clothes from Asgard. Or tunics. Despite how hot he looked in them. He’d worn sexy suits for two weeks straight after that just for spite. Today he was wearing perfectly tailored jeans and a green shirt, his raven hair was down as he usually wore it, reaching just past his shoulders.

It wasn’t fair that he looked so stunning while you felt and looked like shit warmed over. Your hair was a mess, you were too pale, soaked in sweat and beyond gross as you were bundled in your bed and blankets. You felt like death and you were sure you looked just as bad.

You were extra sure about that point when Loki rushed over to your side, sitting on the edge of your bed and reaching for one of your hands. “Darling? What’s wrong? Are you ill?” He asked you gently as he reached with his other hand to touch your forehead and cheeks, checking you for a fever.

You blushed at the question. Fuck. You would have to tell him. “It’s that time of the month,” you told him, hoping against hope that he would understand what the phrase meant. You didn’t know if Asgardian women went through the same monthly woes as human women did. Loki’s blank look made your heart drop and you fought not to groan, even as you curled in on yourself, whimpering in pain.

“Darling, please,” Loki begged, hating seeing you in pain or hurting. He cared too much for you. This wasn’t an injury or a foe he could fight and he didn’t know how to help. “I don’t understand,”

You sighed and looked up at him. Words fell from you in what you hoped was a coherent manner. “You get an abbreviated explanation since I feel like death,” you warned him. He nodded his agreement, willing to accept whatever explanation you were willing and able to give him, any hint of how to help you. “Every month a woman bleeds from her vagina for a few days if she’s not pregnant. It hurts like hell, there’s a lot of blood, and cramping, and I feel like I’m dying~” you whined that last as your words became incomprehensible.

Loki squeezed your hand as he took in that information. You weren’t sure if he was as squeamish as mortal men, but he definitely accepted your words. “What can I do for you?” He asked you gently. He hated seeing you like this, you saw that much in his eyes.

You didn’t know where to start. You were gross and hurting and so very gross and just wanted to sleep and you couldn’t. “I should bathe, and change clothes, and the sheets, and find more paint meds, and…” you trailed off, babbling again. Gods, you needed to control your tongue.

Loki gave you a gentle smile. “Then allow me to help you, my love,” he told you gently. You nodded weakly, unable to do more than mew and let him care for you. He placed his hand against your forehead, the other against your abdomen where the pain was worst. His cold skin felt fantastic and you sighed in relief. His hands started glowing green with his magic and you sagged with a moan as the pain eased, the cramps eased. At least momentarily.

“I love you,” you told him, not having other words for how amazing it felt to get some relief.

Loki chuckled. “And I love you, dearheart,” he said warmly. That done, he carefully unbundled you from your blankets and lifted you into his arms bridal style.

“Loki?” You asked, though you didn’t fight him, your arms going around his neck automatically.

“Let me take care of you, darling,” he said gently instead of actually answering. He carried you into your bathroom and you saw that he had magicked you a hot bath, filled with some kind of floral herbs you couldn’t recognize, but they smelled soothing and relaxing. Loki vanished your clothes before you could protest. “It isn’t as if I do not know what you look like,” he reminded you. You’d had plenty of sex with him. He was fantastic at it, after all, so of course he knew very well what you looked like. He set you carefully in the bath and you sighed in relief.

“This is amazing,” you said in a purr as you sank back and relaxed.

“Soothing herbs from Asgard,” Loki told you with a warm smile. He knelt next to the tub and slowly began to wash you. You tried to protest that you didn’t need to be bathed like a child, but it felt so nice to not have to think or take care of yourself when you felt so much like shit. “Let me care for you,” he repeated when you tried to protest.

You were so strong most of the time. It was hard to let your guard down, even to him, but you nodded and let him care for you. You knew he wouldn’t hurt or betray you, or think any less of you for the condition you were in.

He massaged your scalp as he washed your hair and you moaned in pleasure. “You have magic hands,” you told him with a purr, relaxed and putty in his hands.

Loki chuckled. “Yes, darling. I’m quite aware,” he said warmly. You could tell he enjoyed this, enjoyed this simple caring. He was glad you trusted him when you were vulnerable.

You don’t know how long you were in the bath. Loki left you there for a bit to relax in the hot water and let the herbs from Asgard work their magic on you. He eventually returned and helped you out of the bath. “Are you up for getting breakfast?” He asked you gently as he used magic to dry you. Soft fluffy pajamas formed around you and you sighed in relief. You were comfortable for the first time since your period had started.

You looked up at him and fought back the nausea. “I’m not sure…” you said, feeling queasy. You wrapped your arms around his waist to lean on him and let him support you. You really did feel like death and just wanted to curl up in your bed again.

“Can you try?” He asked gently, pressing a kiss to your hair. He knew perfectly well that you needed food to keep your strength up. You sighed heavily, but nodded. You couldn’t deny Loki anything.

He helped you shuffle down to the common room, holding and supporting you, but not carrying you, as he knew you would hate to appear weak in front of the rest of the team. They all looked up at you when you came in and all of them were on guard when they saw you, clearly concerned. They never saw you at less than your best, even when bleeding from injuries on missions.

Yet, your own fucking body was taking you out of commission because it couldn’t behave and give you a break.

You held onto Loki tighter, not wanting to explain, not wanting to deal. “She feels like death,” he told the team, drawing the attention to himself. The look in his eyes clearly told them all that they weren’t to question it or harass you. They would be facing his wrath if they did.

You loved him even more for that.

Loki led you to the dining room, past the team, and helped you sit down at the table there. He brought you breakfast and you laughed when you realized that it was his favorite: pancakes. Of course he thought pancakes would fix everything. They were among his favorite Midgardian food, so he thought everyone should like them as much as he did.

“Thank you,” you said, cheered up by his adorable love of pancakes. You took a couple of bites before the nausea crept back up. Loki took your free hand and started telling you stories. He distracted you from the nausea so you could eat. You had a feeling a bit of magic was involved too

Somehow the pancakes were gone and you were full and happy for the first time in any period you’d ever had. Loki got you safely back past the team and to your own bed. The sheets and blankets had been magically cleaned. He slid into the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms. He held you close, stroking your hair and telling you stories until you fell asleep in his arms, feeling as good as you could, with your body turned against you.

He continued to care for you through every moment of your misery, through the pain and nausea, suffering through all your symptoms and soothing them all away, until you could finally be yourself again.

And you loved him all the more for every ounce of love and care he gave you those days.

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foxtophat · 3 years

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i’ll keep it under read mores for spoilers and to not be That Guy but yo here’s some thoughts about my girl loki

kinda genuinely getting frustrated with the sylvie hate. it’s just like... this is exactly what i was talking about when i was talking about how i don’t like how gender affects people’s views of a character. if this was two tom hiddlestons mooning over each other everyone would be fucking cry-laughing and shipping it and loving it. but as soon as it’s a woman it’s terrible and awful and of COURSE they’re going to be romantic and she’s so terrible and ugh she’s getting in the way of the good ships and UGH

its just so tiresome. like yes, agreed that the m/f romance is tired and done and i WOULD much prefer there to be some kind of m/m relationship (i would say f/f but there is like NO compatible ship for that that’s contextualized in canon) BUT, saying that two bisexual people getting together is bisexual erasure is a little fucking much. and getting mad at the storyline for dancing around the will-they-won’t-they is understandable

but the pearl-clutching i’m seeing on twitter is fucking insane. like there are people legitimately freaking out about a self-cest ship as though that would be........ idk???? i literally cannot figure out what is so terrible about it other than it being kind of weird lol. like they act like somehow this is condoning... idk what??? self-cest can’t happen in real life so i seriously do not understand the absolute vitriol. (squicks are squicks and whatever but damn if it’s your squick shouldn’t you be avoiding talking about it instead of never shutting up!)

and then there’s the sylvie hate. which just reminds me that it’s only okay to be a woman in fandom spaces if you don’t get in the way of the men. and it fucking sucks. there is no part of me that thinks sylvie would have been an ok loki loveinterest to people if she hadn’t been a loki variant. as SOON as they friend-zoned mobius there was no love left for sylvie in fandom and i KNEW it was going to happen because i used to be an anti-relena girl in the wing days.

now if you want to talk about how frustrating it is that female characters are only ever shoe-horned in to romantic subplots, or how companies seem to be incapable of understanding the idea of a female character without sexualizing her, then fuck yeah, that is the conversation i’m into. but MAN some people need to hit up HAL9000 for a chill pill. and there are a few people who need to remember that bisexual people are still bisexual even if they’re in a m/f relationship.

#no fuck that i aint tagging this SHIT #you can find it by searching like a normal person #but don't read if you don't want my opinions on that girl and guy thing

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olivarryprompts · 3 years

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Fanfic Friday #12

Welcome to Fanfic Friday! Each Friday I post a new here and on A03. Enjoy x

Read and save it on A03 here https://archiveofourown.org/works/34123603

{whatever it is a scar rememebers}

Ships: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, smoking, swearing, mentions of canon typical violence. it's a fluff piece tho :)

“She’s just a little girl. Come on Buck, we have to help her,” Sam said, cuddling into Bucky’s side. “Sam, she’s, she’s our enemy.” “That depends on how you view it.” “Come on.” “Buck, please. She is just trying to make a statement. She hasn’t done any real bad yet.” “Yet, Sammy, see how you said yet. You know how much she is capable of.” “Yes, without our help and guidance. She’s just, just lost.” “I will always back you. Always. It’s not me you need to worry about.” “This is our mission. We get to decide how it gets done, the other avengers have their own.” “That’s directly ignorant of the fact we all need to sign off on mission plans. That’s the deal, that’s why we get to operate in our wide jurisdiction.”“Baby, step back. Look at this for real.” “I know Sammy, I swear. She’s just a girl, and you’ve always had more compassion than me. So convince all the Avengers and I will follow you wherever.” “I’m putting together the mission plan, and I will get it signed.” “Good. Now, can we please go to sleep.” “Yes. Love you.’ “Love you more.”The next morning when they awoke, Sam did not bother waking for Bucky to wake up. Naturally, when Bucky did wake he reached over for Sam and did not find him. Bucky panicked, they had fallen into an unbreakable routine. Sam would always wait up for him. What had happened to his boy? “Friday, is Sam okay?” he asked, panicked. “Yes, he is just on a run with steve. He asked me to inform you that he was planning to get Steve to sign first.” “Oh, oh, thanks Fri,” he said, and then under his breath muttered, “I’m going to kill him.” “Kill who?” Sam said, entering all sweaty. “Samuel Thomas Wilson, how dare you?” Buck said, only half joking. “What baby?” “I woke up without you next to me.” “Had things to do sweetheart,” Sam explained, changing into some sweatpants and a hoodie. “More important than cuddling me.” “Unfortunately so,” he said, putting deodorant on. “You're supposed to say nothing is more important than you.” “Buck, cut the melodramatics.” “Sam, you stole my morning cuddles from me. That is a serious offense.” Sam climbed back into bed and pulled bucky in. “You okay now?” “Yes.” “Got all the Avengers signatures.” Bucky just smiled. Sam and his determination. “When do we leave?” “Two days time. Flight out at 8 O’clock in the morning. We got intel Karli will be stationed in Latvia.” “Okay, guess we’re going then.” “Yes we are.”Somehow they ended up with Karli in custody, and as negotiated by Sam, she would be staying in the compound under his guidance, following a strict routine each day. “So, in the morning you will be woken at 8 am sharp. Breakfast is from 8-8:30, then your school day starts. School is from 8:30 till 2 Monday through Friday. After that there will be therapy for an hour. After that you have training for 2 hours. Any additional activities you wish to take can be negotiated.” “Sounds like hell,” she commented. “Hey it’s either this or prison, pick your poison.” “Oh how I wish it were poison. What does training mean?” “Learning to fight with control and releasing your anger.” “Sounds alright.” “Good.” “And I’m off the hook anytime after 5?” “Yes. Free to do what you wish on the compound. You’ve been fitted with a GPS, that’s the bracelet, and so you can’t really leave.” “Is this legal?” “Yes, very. Oh and you’re required to be at dinner, whatever time that may take place.” “Dinner?” “Avengers are a family, and we have family dinners. Sort of.” “That’s uncomfortable.” “Get used to it.” “No thanks.” “You need help getting settled in?” “Nope.”It was her third day and it was 8 in the morning and she was being woken up. “JUST FUCK OFF YOU STUPID MACHINE,” she yelled. Bucky almost instantly showed up at her door. “Aren't you supposed to be awake right now?” “Everyone needs to fuck the hell off before I beat the shit out of you.” “Alright girlie, calm down. I’m a super soldier too ya know.” “What the hell.” “Take a chill pill.” “Did you really just say that?” “Yes. Now what is going on? Use your big girl words.” “I swear to god.” “What?” “Everything is so goddamn structured

here. Family dinners are so awkward. Therapy is downright stupid, and school, school just sucks.” “Fair enough. It’s your own fault though.” “Huh?” “Shouldn’t have gone for the whole terrorist vibe. Anyway, the more days you complete, the more freedom you get. We have some kids in the compound. Get to know them, they’re a good time. Especially Peter. They have their own thing, and they have a good time together.” “Are you actually dumb? They don’t want to be my friend.” “On the contrary. Most of them understand youth discussion and want to make the world a better place.” “Everyone here is so nice, what the fuck. You’re supposed to hate me.” “I’ve done enough hating for a lifetime. Plus, everyone here is supposed to hate me, too. Turns out that’s not how it works. I’ve become a big brother, a boyfriend, a friend. They make you better, just let them. Let Sam. He really does care about you kid, he put in a real shift to get you here. He gets it.” “I-” “Don’t worry about words. Get ready for school, see you at breakfast a bit, yeah?” “Yeah.” she said hesitantly.Bucky went back into his and Sam’s room. “To think you said you were bad with kids.” “I- eavesdropper.” “More like an attentive listener.” “I just told her what she needed to hear.” “You made yourself vulnerable to make her feel less vulnerable.” “Sure, whatever.” Sam leant into Bucky for a kiss, glad to have him backing his plays. Always.After some time, Karli was seemingly getting the hang of this whole new life. She was saying more than a word per day, actually doing the work assigned to her, and finally she was speaking to some people around the compound. “Hey Karli, how’s the day?” Peter said, swinging round to the gym she was training at. “Yeah alright. How ‘about you spiderboy?” “Heyyyy it’s man.” “Sure, sure.’ “It was fine, too. Pretty easy to be honest.” “You’ve got to help me get this maths shit sorted.” “Wanna head to the lab?” “Gotta finish up two hours, almost done though.” “Haven’t you got a trainer?” “Yeah, used to. Prefer doing it alone, sparing with you and nat on occasion.” “Makes sense. Never liked the guy to be fair.” “See you in the lab in 20?” “Sure thing. Bring your books.” “Alright,” she said, and Peter began to leave. “Hey Peter.” “Yep?” “Thanks, really. For all of this.” “Course, your family now, aren't ya.” Karli just smiled. Then, once Peter had left, she let the few tears that were welling up fall.“Dinner’s in 10,” Sam said, entering the lab. “Fanks Sam.” “Yup.” “What do you think it is?” “One can only hope Loki cooked.” “Hmn. And that Doctor Banner didn’t.” Peter laughed then agreed. “We should go up and help with the set up,” Karli suggested. “Yeah sounds good. I’ll meet you up there, just gotta finish this blueprint” “See ya mate.” “See ya.”So, Karli was settling into her new life with her new people. It was scary. She wasn’t used to being cared for and looked after. If she drank too much one night, no one would care. If she smokes, no one gives a crap. If she never did her homework, it didn’t matter. Those things took some getting used to.“No, it is a big deal.” “It was a drunk night, come off of it Sam.” “Come off of it? What do you think this is?” “What? I’m legal in England, drunk all the time before.” “This ain’t before anymore. Plus, you are not legal in England, you’re seventeen.” “Yeah, I can get a drink at a pub with a parent's consent,” Karli muttered, fighting a meaningless battle. “Well you don’t have that consent.” “Good thing I don’t have a parent,” she rolled her eyes. “Come on kid! It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a parent, you have a family. A family that cares a lot about you. They don’t want you to drink to be happy or smoke and get yourself cancer. How hard is that to understand?” “We ain’t a family.” ��What are we then? Last time I check we qualify for a stupid, messed up, family.” “Just fuck off about it,” she said, trying to end the conversation. “Why? Why Karli? Because it’s so hard to imagine that we love you and value you in our lives.” “Yes! All that shit!” “Oh for fuck sake. Bucky, then Steve, fucking

Peter, you’re all the same.” “What are you on about?” “You don’t think you deserve it.” “I-i-” “You don’t think you are good enough for all this.” “Cause I’m not! I’m not like you guys, I’m not good. I’m not a hero.” “Why? Because you were a kid and you made some dumbass mistakes. Because you’re more a pessimist than an optimist. Last time I checked, that does not make you a bad person.” “Whatever.” “Not whatever Karli. You did and do want to help people, that makes you a hero.” “Not how I did it.” “Maybe not. But how you are doing and how you will do it. That does. And none of that shit matters anyway, you belong here, with us. In this family. And you, more than anyone, deserve it.” “Fine.” “Fine?” “Yes, alright. Thank you,” Karli said, finally smiling, “Don’t get all sappy on me.” “Wouldn’t dream of it, kid.” “I love ya.” “I love you, too,” he said, giving her a hug. “We done with this self-hate thing?” “Workin on it, alright?” “Alright.” So, Sam left with a smile and headed downstairs to get some actual work done.

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*Also this was posted many days late and it's deffo not a friday, sorry :)

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hopelessromanticspoonie · 5 years

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As You Are

Chapter: Control (Chapter 1 of 2)

Co-authors: hopeless_romantic_spoonie, yespolkadotkitty

Summary: Loki discovers medicine Spoons has been hiding from him.

Entire series also found on Ao3 here :)

A/N: This chapter would not be possible without @yespolkadotkitty!

“It’s really not fair that you can eat so much junk and still be so ripped,” you muttered, settling in against Loki’s side as he sat back down on the couch beside you.

He held up a spoonful of ice cream for you, a wide smile on his face. “I do not see you complaining about my physical fitness.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the ice cream anyway. It was sweet and cold on your tongue, the perfect treat to indulge in as you settled in to watch a movie with Loki. Grabbing the remote from him, you pushed the power button for the TV. Nothing. Pressing the button harder and harder didn’t seem to work either.

With a groan of frustration, you tilted your head back to Loki with your sweetest grin. “Could you grab a couple batteries from the kitchen? There should be some in the junk drawer. I’d do it, but…” you gestured to the comfortable nest you had constructed around yourself, “I’m not sure I can achieve such level of soft perfection again if I move.”

Handing you the bowl of ice cream, he shook his head and pressed a chilled kiss to your temple before rising gracefully and heading into the kitchen. “Wouldn’t want that, kitten.”

Several drawers opened and closed, and a pang of fear struck your heart when you heard various bits and bobs clattering around in one of them.

You should have just got up. If only you'd remembered in time…

If you were lucky, he wouldn’t find them. Maybe if he did, he wouldn’t say anything. Maybe...

“What are these pills?”

On the other hand, maybe he was too curious for his own good and you were toast.

“Um…” you clammed up, wracking your brain for a plausible explanation for the medicine that he had found. You had temporarily forgotten that they were in there, but it was too late now. What reasoning, if any, would placate him?

His sock-footed steps were still somehow deafening in your apartment as he came back into the living room, holding up the orange bottle to you with an arched brow. “What are these?” he repeated, his normally soft and tender voice - reserved specifically for you - gained a hard edge that sent a shiver down your spine.

Unable to meet his eyes, you stared at your wringing hands. You opened your mouth to give a stammering excuse, but he cut you off before you could even utter a sound.

“Do not lie to me, kitten. Tell me what this medication is.”

You had heard that tone directed at others, powerful and brokering no argument. But aimed at you, it sank into your stomach, hanging there like a lead weight. Crossing your arms over yourself, you lifted your eyes to his chest, tracing the faint outline of his pectorals through the thin material of his white t-shirt. “Bruce and Tony ...made them for me.”

His voice was deadly calm when he said, “And what is their purpose?”

“They think that it might fix me. Slow down the degeneration, maybe help with my nerve damage,” you whispered, afraid to say it any louder, hoping maybe he wouldn’t hear the answer and magically drop the subject.

“You don’t need fixing,” he ground out, the muscles in his arms flexing as he attempted to reign in his fury. He slammed the bottle of pills down onto the side table before striding toward the door. “I require a word with those imbeciles. Several, in fact.”

“Loki, wait!” You called out, stumbling to your feet, hissing in pain from the sudden movement pulling on the tense muscles of your back.

He was by your side in a flash, steadying you in the tangle of blankets at your feet. His touch was gentle, firm, as his large hands spread over your waist to hold you upright. You lifted your eyes to his, reading the conflicting concern and frustration warring on his elegant features. Your hands reached out to splay across his chest. His heart raced beneath your calming touch.

You tried for a smile, but even you knew it was more of a wince than anything. “Please, don’t be angry at them. They’re only trying to help.”

“Be that as it may, they are doing a poor job of it.” A heavy breath flared his nostrils, but his thumb stroked your side lightly. “Has this been tested? Do you know the side effects of the drug? Are you the only one taking it? Is this even safe for Midgardians?”

His concern was evident in his rapid-fire questions, in the crease in his brow and the hard set of his mouth. He was worried for you, well and truly, and warmth at the knowledge spread throughout your torso. He tugged you into his chest, holding you close in the safety of his arms. His large hand stroked over the back of your head softly before resting against the nape of your neck, firm, protective.

“You are not broken. You do not need fixing, as you so foolishly put it. You are exquisite, just as you are,” he soothed, voice slow and low as it rumbled against the top of your head. “If only you could see yourself as I do.”

How did Loki see you? How did you see him? Wrapping your arms around his waist, you breathed him in, and the comforting scent of citrus and leather did more to ease your nerves than anything else. He was safe, he was caring and compassionate.

He was home.

You tightened your arms around him at the thought. Home sounded so permanent, so intense and intimate. But the word rang true, felt right. Somehow, over the many nights he had spent at your side, he had carved a place for himself in your heart, burrowing inside it as someone you now knew you couldn’t live without.

He was the first one you turned to with every bit of news. The one that you sought out when you were in pain and need of comfort or assistance. Just thinking about him brought a delighted smile to your face, and you almost physically ached when you were apart. To say nothing of the crippling fear you harbored when he was off on a mission with the rest of the Avengers. What did all of that mean?

You mentally balked at the first word that came to mind: love.

It was a terrifying word, representing giving yourself totally to someone else in the fervent hope that they could care for you in every way possible. Craning your head up to look at him, you studied his face thoughtfully. He was yours, he had been for some time, but now you finally realized that the affection that stirred within you whenever he was around wasn’t just one of passion or lust, or a simple, temporary girlish crush.

You loved him, the frustrating, wonderful, handsome, kind, snarky god, and there wasn’t any turning back from that revelation. Even if there were, you wouldn’t turn time backwards. You might be opening yourself up to a world of hurt, but with your disability, you were used to pain. After all, pain meant you were alive, and a life lived to the full meant love, and with it the potential for heartbreak. You wanted to fall in love with him fully, more than anything. To fill your heart with him and damn the consequences.

Storing those thoughts away to dissect later, you pushed onward with the conversation at hand, “I know that I don’t need fixing, but can you blame me for just wanting one iota of control over my body?”

His eyes darkened just a bit, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips as he pressed his hands into the small of your back. You felt the growing length of him against your belly, as he murmured against your hair, “In the absence of that, how would you feel about having control over my body, kitten?”

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redfoxwritesstuff · 4 years

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Of Dust and Ashes (Chapter 16)

Happy Friday!

Clint x ofc, Series rating: M

Chapter warnings: None

So- I’m going to be traveling next week and there will be up update next week. I’ve been blessed enough to get to see Betrayal on my birthday (12/4). So while there is a chance for a Coffee update on Tuesday, there will be NO DUST on Friday next week.

Want to buy me a coffee? I do live off of coffee.

Check out the Masterlist for Loki, Tom Hiddleston, Steve and other Clint stories.

Chapter 16: Home sweet home?

Deanna had forgotten how good it felt to have clean clothes. Yeah, she had done the washing in creeks and they got clean...ish. But now that was nothing compared to how good if felt to slip into a pair of sweatpants still warm from the dryer. The moan that slipped out of her was borderline pornographic.

With a fresh shirt, socks and pants on, the dirty ones went right into the wash. All in all, with the bedding included, there was a good solid four loads of laundry. But boy, once it was done everything felt and smelt amazing. It was easier to be positive, or at least as close to positive as is possible in this new world, when everything was soft and warm.

Still, when Clint helped her back into her camper there was a weight off of her shoulders. It was as if the ghost of the family that had once inhabited the house was still there. She felt like they were watching, judging her for imposing on what should still be their home. She didn’t want to replace them. That wasn’t her goal.

There was no questions asked when she started making dinner in the RV kitchen, carefully balancing all her weight on one foot. If she let the boot rest on the floor and avoided trying to bear weight with that foot, she could almost stand normally.

“Bed’s all made up.” Clint announced as he walked by and plopped dramatically on the couch.

“Thanks.” The word sounded flat coming from her lips.

Clint noticed and pulled himself to his feet and wrapped his arms around her. “Hey, you know- just because I made the bed, we don’t have to sleep in here. We can sleep in the house, in the guest bedroom, we can sleep in...” the words died.

“I’m not sleeping with you in your wife’s bed.”

“I wasn’t going to-”

“Yeah you were. You didn’t want to but you were going to offer it anyway.” She turned in his arms awkwardly, shuffling and hopping to manage it. “It’s okay.”

“I-”

“I’m not wanting to replace her. I don’t want to sleep in her bed. I don’t- Look, I don’t know what we are doing but if you want to sleep in your own bed, that’s fine. I like not being alone but I have Trust, I don’t need you.” It was a lie and she knew it. She needed him more than she cared to admit to anyone, to herself.

“But... I think I need you.” Clint admitted what she could not, resting his forehead against hers. “And it’s wrong but.. I think I need someone to need me too. But I won’t sabotage you to make you need me-”

“Clint, I do-” He talked over her, wanting to get the words out before the will to speak them was gone. She had no choice but to swallow her backpedaling.

“When your foot is healed, I won’t force you to stay with me. I won’t do anything to make you need me. But maybe… you’ll need me the same way I need you.”

“What way do you need me? I’m just a burden.”

“You’re not. I need someone to rely on me. Let me have that, at least for now? And-” Clint looked out at the farmhouse through the window then closed his eyes. It was so much easier to focus on her. “If when you’re healed you want to go, you can. But if you don’t, that’s fine. Or if you do but want me to go with, that’s fine too.”

“Clint?”

“I’m over thinking, I know. Just- how about this? Let’s stay in here. Unless you don’t want me to stay with you? We can use the well and I can rig something up for the gray water to drain into the septic and-”

“One day at a time.” She took a shaking breath before starting. “I don’t know what we’re doing. What we are. Let’s just take it one day at a time? I- I don’t want to sleep in there. I like it in here. I would rather you stay in here with me but that is your home, you can sleep where you want.”

Clint reached around her, turning the stove off and moving the pan onto the other burner. No one liked overcooked chicken. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

That’s all it took for the topic to settle itself. They found themselves into a routine of sorts. Each day was peaceful and blended into the other. Clint would be the first to wake and would sneak out of bed to start the coffee. Somehow, she would sleep through this and him climbing back into the bed.

They took turns making breakfasts, much to Deanna’s dismay. She wanted to do as much as she could for him and every time she would try to do more than Clint thought was fair, he would smile and argue. More often than not, he could outlast her.

He would tend her garden as her ankle healed. It was rare that she ventured into the farmhouse. Mainly, she would hobble inside to shower or wash dishes, not wanting to fill her tank with dirty water any faster than needed.

As the first week came to a close, Clint had rigged up a drain from the RV’s gray water tank into his septic system. He was far more proud of the simple set up than he she expected. A hose was secured over the drain pipe and running along the ground to the drain in the shop. While she looked on, he made a show of turning the valve open and standing back with his arms wide.

“How do I know it works?” She asked.

“I… I can show you the tank, if you want to see it? I mean- it’s not-”

“No thank you.” While she had been a mother and changed plenty of diapers, the idea of looking at a tank full of mostly human waste wasn’t high on her list of things she wanted to do with her day.

The next day he set to work hooking the garden hose up to the fresh water tank. Just like that, Deanna’s home on wheels was connected to the water and septic system. Running from the RV to the house sat the brightly colored hoses with the extension cord providing power to the RV from the farmhouse’s generator.

The second week bled into the third as her ankle began to heal. Soon she was hobbling easier and feeling more at peace in her place at the farm. Clint was dutiful in taking the laundry inside for washing and returning the to the RV, warm and dry.

The trees were beginning to turn as September began to roll passed them, not that they were paying the passage of time any mind. They were too busy harvesting produce and strengthening her healing ankle. Clint had painted a target to the back of the shed and as soon as she could stand on her healing ankle, he had her outside and learning to shoot arrows.

She wasn’t really very good at it. Terrible at first and if she was forced to tell the truth, she hated it. It took a week to get an arrow to do anything more than fall at her feet let alone hit the barn. Actually managing to hit the target seemed like a distant dream. Still, Clint seemed to enjoy teaching her more than she enjoyed learning. If it meant keeping that smile on his face, she would suffer through lesson after lesson.

While she didn’t see the point in learning to shoot the arrow, she had to admit her arms were getting stronger, drawing the string back again and again. It wasn’t much, but after the second week of lessons, the string was easier to draw back, just in time for Clint to replace the bow with one even harder to pull.

Turns out, the one he had her using at first was designed for older children. When Clint told her, she was half tempted to smack him with the bow. She didn’t resort to violence purely because she was pretty sure if she had started with the bow she was using now, she wouldn’t have been able to draw the string back.

As time passed, she was better able to walk and with that came the freedom to do more for herself. She would bring the laundry into the house and do the washing every few days while he went out to hunt. It was strange, being in the farmhouse while he was gone and she never lingered inside.

One day, Clint returned earlier than she had expected and was far too proud of himself for her to not have questions. In the back of the truck he had acquired in one of the nearby towns, was a carcass of a deer. There is a flurry of angry squawking from the truck and on a trailer pulled behind, a stack of boxes.

“What the hell?” Deanna could only laugh, standing on the pouch watching Clint climb out of the truck.

“Guess what, Babe?” Deanna watched on as he scurried around the front of the truck with a wide grin on his face. Opening the door to the passenger and back seats, he revealed three cages with relativity angry looking chickens inside. “I found a farm about fifty miles to the south and he had chickens!”

“How did you convince him to give you chickens?” Deanna laughed as the birds protested to their cages being moved but it did nothing to take the pride from Clint’s face.

“So- Jesus these guys are kinda heavy- You know how I take a few bottles of pills with me when I go out hunting? Shit- ow, Tony, don’t bite!”

“You named a chicken Tony?” She deadpanned, watching as he stacked cages on the ground.

“Yeah! I mean, I didn’t, he was already named but I’m not changing it. And Tony’s a rooster.”

“I’m not killing chickens.”

“We’re not! I mean, not all of them at least. The hens are egg layers. If Tony’s naughty we can eat him.”

“Where are we going to keep them?”

“I’ve got a plan, Babe. Don’t you worry.”

“Mhm.” Deanna hummed as Clint swept up the deck stairs and wrapped his arms around her. His hands were cold and his nose was a bit red with the chill in the air. They shared a quick kiss before Clint jogged back down the stairs and around the trailer.

Deanna left him to his task and carried the laundry back inside the RV. There was a chill in the air that kept her running the electric heater most of the time now. She wasn’t even aware that there was an electric heater in the RV until recently. She thought all she had was the propane heater but that was just one of the ways Clint had saved her.

Humming, she set to work making a pot of coffee. It was only a matter of time before they ran out of grounds. Clint was having to travel farther and farther from the farm to find supplies. For now at least, with the chill in the air and Clint clearly having a long day of hard work ahead of him- he deserved a cup of coffee.

While the pot brewed, she watched from the kitchen window as Clint wrestled the deer out of the truck. He had already gutted it and for that, she was thankful. It wasn’t something she wanted to watch him do. After running into the farmhouse, Clint returned and made short work out of carving the meat.

While he worked, Deanna pulled out a pot and set to work cooking rice. It was something she was doing more and more. One of these days, she planned to go out with Clint and try to find a rice cooker or instant pot. Something like that, that she could use to make some easier meals. Since they had access to electricity, why not make use of it?

While the oven heated, she grabbed out some snap peas and tossed a few small handfuls onto the baking sheet that she balanced over the sink. It would have been easier to cook inside the farmhouse but she couldn’t stomach the idea, even now. She wasn't sure she would ever be able to cook in Laura's kitchen.

She grabbed some broccoli and tossed a cutting board onto the dinette table behind her. Once she cut the heads down to smaller bits, she tossed them onto the pan as well. Next went a handful of cherry tomatoes. A quick toss with olive oil, salt and pepper and she slipped the baking sheet into the small oven.

When she next looked outside, Clint had the deer skinned and dismantled. Most of the meat was already inside the farmhouse for storage. It would be good to have meat- they had almost run out and were making what they had stretch. Clint would supplement by hunting wild grouse but they were not very meaty birds.

By the time the vegetables were tender and the rice had finished cooking, Clint had almost gotten everything off the trailer. She made up two bowls and two mugs of coffee and slowly worked her way outside.

The cool weather made her healing ankle feel stiff and she still favored it. He told her it wouldn't be much longer at all until it finished healing.

“What’s all that?” She asked, coming up to his side. There was an ache in her ankle that was telling her that she really needed to sit down and call it a day soon. At least she had accomplished something today.

“Chicken coop.” Clint twisted his back and the sound of cracking filled the air.

“Backs aren’t supposed to do that.” Deanna joked, holding out the two mugs, carefully held in one hand.

“Babe, did you make me coffee?!” Cling moaned, taking both mugs and setting them on the trailer.

“And lunch too.”

“What did I do to deserve such treatment?” He smiled, taking to bowls and sitting on the trailer.

“Brought meat,” She said. “and chickens too. We needed meat.”

“Yeah, noticed we were running low.”

They ate in silence for a bit, each thinking of how strange it was to be here. Not really here, in this physical place in Missouri but here. Building up a self sufficient farm with someone who had been a stranger not very long ago at all. They were figuring their path out. While they supported each other, they were making small steps toward moving on.

Clint leaned to the side, fishing the small satellite phone he carried but rarely used out of his pocket. “Can you put this on the charger for me when you go inside? I need to check in with Nat before she sends a search party for me.”

Deanna nodded, “Sure.”

“Now! Time to show this chicken coop who’s boss!” He stood and stretched, arms reaching toward the bright midday sun and shirt riding up some. “We’ll have eggs before you know it.”

“I’m holding you too that or Tony’s going to be a Thanksgiving turkey.” Deanna laughed.

“Oh!” Clint turned, wide smile on his face. She wondered why he always felt the need to put on a jovial show. It was okay for him to not smile during the day. He didn’t have to hide his pain until night, not with her. “I saw some wild turkeys! Gonna try to get one for us.”

Deanna sat in the sun, watching Clint work for a bit. It didn’t take long for him to wrestle his shirt off as he hauled boxes and polls off the trailer. It was mesmerizing, watching him work in the sun. With skill and precision, he set about building the coop. Power tools whirled to life in his hands as Clint Barton demonstrated that he was so much more than just a sharp shooter.

It was nearly sun down when Clint had the coop finished and the large fence circling it erected. The door latched and locked. Dinner was simmering inside as Clint spread hay along the ground.

Deanna watched from the window over the sink as she stirred the large pot. It would be lunch tomorrow as well. The stew wasn’t very good on it’s own but she had done what she could to perk it up, adding extra carrots, celery and tossing in a small handful of herbs.

In the oven, a small loaf of bread cooked in a silicone loaf pan that Clint had brought home a week prior. Before that, she'd been struggling with a old loaf pan of Laura's. It took more than a few tries, but she could almost make a decent loaf of bread now.

The first few batches she made turned out terrible. So bad that they were sitting in the fridge inside the farmhouse. Clint said it would make some nice supplement for the chicken food at least. A few days ago, she managed to get a loaf to come out tasting right.

Clint showered her in praise that night but it was short lived. Tears had rather unexpectedly gathered in her eyes and before she had a chance to even process why, she was sobbing. Clint was quick and held her tightly in his arms as she wept into his chest.

It was a dumb thing to cry over but he hushed her when she said it. The bread stuck to the pan and while it finally came out of the oven looking and smelling right, it didn’t come out of the pan. They had to break it apart and eat it in pieces- there wasn’t another option.

As Deanna pulled the newest loaf out of oven and sat it on the covered sink to cool. It would pop right out of the new pan without any effort. No more sticking loafs.

The phone on the counter pinged. It was so rare that it ever made noise. In a moment that felt so strangely normal, she picked it up and looked at the notification on the screen.

“Message Received” It read. Below the title, it read “Nat: Will you please let me know you’re okay?”

In a moment, the message faded from the screen. Before she could set the phone down, her eyes were drawn to the date displayed where the message had been. November 7th.

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fanfictrashdump · 4 years

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Queening a Pawn, 4

Last of the night.

TW: Small (barely worth the warning) mention of suicidal ideation, drug effects.

Summary: During the Time Heist, Loki stole the Tesseract and escaped. He did not expect, however, to be pulled through a Time Loop that delivered him to a Midgard more than a decade older, wiser, and bitterer. Having just lived through his unsuccessful attack in New York, Loki must learn to live in Midgard after the defeat of Thanos (post-Endgame). The question is, who is Loki without a quest for a throne or total domination?

Loki x OC

"Delilah, you have a visitor." FRIDAY echoed overhead, making the only occupant in the room start from her slumber.

Lilah groaned in bed, turning her back to the door and burrowing deeper into the bedsheets. "Nope."

"They're kind of insisting, Del."

"What time is it, FRI?" Delilah wiped at her eyes, whining pitifully into the darkness that surrounded her.

"It is three forty three in the morning. The temperature outside is twelve degrees and internal temperature is sixty seven degrees, Fahrenheit. Do you want to know the weather?"

Delilah growled. "Just tell me who's at the door, FRIDAY!"

"Rock of Ages is–"

"For fuck's sake, Loki," she grumbled. "Let him in and just… he'll figure it out."

The door slammed open a second later and heavy footfalls followed. "Lilah! Deh-LI-lah! Where's your hidey-hole –hahahahaha, hole… Delilah?" Just as she sat up in bed and contemplated going to her living room, her bedroom door swung open. "Hey, pocket pixie. Are you awake?" He was whispering with all the grace of a rambunctious three year-old.

"Lord above, Loki, what is going on?" She growled, as he suddenly flipped the light switch and turned the dimmers up to an almost sun-like glow. She shielded her eyes against the light as Loki nosed around her room. "Are you drunk?"

He paid no mind to her queries. "You said we were friendly, but Thor told me you were my only friend because no one wanted to work with me after the… you know… the genocide," he added another whisper.

"You had other friends, Lo." Delilah peeked with one eye to watch the pacing demigod. He looked probably worse than she did right now. His hair was disheveled and his button-up had become crumpled and had, at some point, been taken off, as it was currently mis-buttoned.

"No! I had colleagues with which I shared mutual tolerance." He pouted severely, staring blankly at a corkboard full of pictures before letting out an insane cackle. "You're making funny faces in this photograph." His hand reached out to touch a rabbit plushie on the table below. "Oh, this is so soft."

"Oh, fuck. You're tripping balls." Delilah gently herded him away from the stuffed animal, dumping him into an armchair in the corner of her bedroom. "Loki, what did you take?"

Loki smiled and patted her hair down from the bedheaded mess it was in. "Dinner with you and some more beer with Thor." His smile faltered and his hands fell to hers. "You should have stayed. We had a bad talk." Loki's eyes shimmered with tears that were gone as soon as they appeared. "Your eyes are so green."

Lilah chuckled, despite herself. "So are yours, buddy. Or they would be if your pupils weren't blown as hell." She tilted his chin to focus him back on her. "What else did you have?"

"I had a headache, afterwards. I walked around to find something to get rid of it and the nicest agent gave me some pills." He turned his face and placed a kiss on her bare wrist before cackling again. "I feel great now."

"Alright, then. That's good, bud." Lilah puffed out her cheeks and pondered. She had not had the privilege of dealing with someone who was this sort of high before. After all, stoners were a lot more chill than this. Though, mercifully, Loki was entertaining himself by wrapping his fingers in locks of her hair until they became a curl. "Hey, FRI. Awkward question, how can I tell what kind of drugs someone is on?"

"Any answers to that will have to be on record, Delilah."

"OK. How do I know whether someone's heart will give out and die?" She asked through gritted teeth.

"If they are awake and alert, there is little risk of overdose." Delilah breathed, wincing when he tugged on her hair just a little too hard. "Loki's vital signs are within normal range, if that Is what's worrying you."

There was silver lining in this hazy cloud, after all. "Thanks, FRI. Could you–"

"Completely off the record. Keep subject hydrated until they come down."

The tears were back, and this time they had run down the sharp planes of his cheekbones, unhindered. "Will do, FRIDAY. Thanks." Sighing, she brushed away at the trails on his cheeks using the hem of her oversized sleep shirt. "Hey." His lip quivered at her soft tone. "What's wrong, buddy?"

"My mother is dead."

Lilah winced at the pain in his tone. "I know, Lo. I'm really sorry."

"I am adopted, a monster, a genocidal prick, my mind was controlled, and now my mother is dead. Must I be a walking curse? An omen of ill will?" His voice was shaky, same as the hands in her hair and clasped in her own. Delilah felt awkward. He was never a touchy-feely kind of guy, but it seemed that being high out of his mind and without his magic left him vulnerable.

"You are Loki and you are whatever you want to be, all the time. Today is no different."

He scoffed, his eyes hardening and his jaw tight. "Dead sounds like a pretty good option, at the moment," he muttered.

The snap of her hand on his cheek broke the undisturbed silence of the night. He had yelped, releasing his hold on her hair to soothe the digits-shaped mark. For a moment Lilah was glad he was out of it, or he would have definitely injured her without a second thought in a fit of rage. Instead, his lower lip quivered more, tears flowing freely.

"That's my friend you're talking about. You don't say shit like that, got it?" Face to face, they were mirror images of each other, tears forming salty trails down both of their cheeks before Delilah hastily wiped her face, palm still stinging. "I'm gonna get you some water."

When she returned with two large glasses of water, Loki was still rubbing his cheek, though now it was simultaneous with doing the same to the armchair. "So soft," he kept mumbling, over and over.

"God, you're high as a kite." He looked up with bright, glazed eyes, looking conflicted as to which hand he wanted to unoccupy for the task and not making any headway. "I'm not going to hold the cup for you, Loki."

"But it's so soft! I can't let go now! What if it changes?" He cried, his brow furrowed in concern.

Delilah swallowed the retort bubbling in her throat. "If I'm ever this high, you better take care of me, Lo." The glass tilted towards his lips and he greedily drank the liquid down, some dribbling out the sides and down his chin to land on his shirt. He didn't seem to care, as he finished the first glass and quickly asked for the second, drinking with as much fervor as before.

"You're a pretty Midgardian, Delilah." His hand had migrated from his cheek to his hair, and through the still-flowing tears, he let out a peal of laughter. "Delilah cut my hair and now I'm weak, just like… er… What's-his-face!"

"Samson–"

"Samson!" Loki giggled, though his smile turned back into a frown a second later. "Samson was liked, though. He was a hero. I'm a no-gooder. I deserve to be weak. All Samson did was love!"

"OK. You're clearly spiraling. How about we get you in bed, buddy?" With a few tugs, she managed to get Loki on his feet and travel the short distance to her bed. He instantly reached for the teal fleece blanket she had been snuggled under before her slumber was rudely interrupted. "Sleep it off, OK?"

"Don't leave!" He called just as she was about to flip the lights off and crash on the couch. "My skin is ants and I don't want to be lonely in case they eat me."

"You skin is… ants?" He nodded frantically. Her hesitation only bought her an exaggerated pout that made her feel guilty. Groaning, she flipped the switch off and slipped into bed beside him. His left hand drew large circles onto the fleece blanket, but his right burrowed under her sleepshirt and made tidy circles on her stomach. "That is… an HR complaint. For sure."

"So warm. And soft."

"Loki, you need to be quiet and sleep now," she whispered, ignoring the flutter of his fingers over her skin. To his credit, he tried to still himself beside her, though his body was still practically vibrating. It was going to be a long night.

...

"This is your wake-up call, Delilah," FRIDAY announced, just as the sun was streaming in through the windows of her bedroom.

"FRIDAY, tell Sam I am going to be late and cancel my eight am, please. Wake me in another hour," she growled, pulling her blanket closer. Except her blanket was not a blanket, it was a white Oxford button-up shirt and its owner was plastered against her back, snoring.

"Should I tell Thor his brother is here?"

Delilah pressed her eyes tight, trying to pretend that the world outside was non-existent. "Take a wild guess, FRI."

"Thor is looking for him."

"He's indisposed." Loki whimpered in his sleep and tightened his grip around her stomach. "And crushing me."

"Thor is asking for GPS tracking."

"For fuck's sake, just tell him that Loki will meet him in a half hour in the canteen, OK?" Loki started at her half-yelled response, clutching his head immediately after at the sudden jolt. "Lights on at ten percent, please."

"No," a voice hissed darkly into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Leave me in the dark to rot." His face hid itself into the crook of her neck and groaned miserably.

She patted his hand, trying to squirm out of his steel grasp. "Loki, I need to pee." With another groan, his fingers reluctantly left the comfortable heat of her stomach and he faced the dim lighting overhead.

"My face hurts," he grumbled, rubbing the cheek she remembered plainly striking the night before. "Oh, Hel. My head." Without so much as a backwards glance, she scurried off to the washroom, taking her sweet time brushing her teeth and washing her face, hoping against all hope that the Asgardian left on his own. Delilah was never one for awkward conversations, and she was more than certain that this would be the awkward chat to end all awkward chats.

When she re-emerged, he was sitting at the edge of the bed, head hung between his shoulders in a pitiful stance. He had, fortunately, managed to sling his shirt back on, though it hung open over his frame. "You still breathing there, bud?" Loki barely nodded. Her traitorous legs moved on their own accord, stopping only when she reached him. Unsure on a course of action, she waited quietly for him to acknowledge her.

Loki's eyes swept slowly from the ground, up her form until they reached her own. There was the slightest shadow of lavender dusted on his cheek that made her stomach churn. "Do you always attend strange men who call in the night in your underthings?"

Delilah frowned, glancing down at herself. Her sleepshirt was several sizes too large, and covered her thighs, but she had definitely not had the opportunity to put on shorts before letting Loki in. "In my defense, it was three in the morning when you barged into my bedroom and I, frankly, had more important things to worry about." He dropped his head again, without so much as a snarky comment, which was more worrying than not. "Your brother is looking for you."

"I heard." He whispered.

"Do you need help getting back?" Her tone matched his. She assumed it was for the benefit of his head.

There was a long stretch of silence and Lilah wondered whether or not he had even heard her. "I don't know why I came to you." The sentence held no malice or mocking, just an expression of confusion to a question she had not even asked.

"I don't mind, actually." She carded her fingers through the gnarly mess of her hair, wincing when her fingers met the occasional knot. "Hey, Loki?"

"Yes?"

Now came the awkward part. "If you were to see the agent that gave you the pills, would you recognize them?" This drew his attention back to her face. His brow furrowed as he gave her the slightest of nods. "Good… because I am going to need to fire them."

Loki's eyes drew closed with a sigh. "Don't make yourself enemies for my stupidity. I should have just come to you last night."

"I'm required to, by law." She raised her hand to halt his protest. "Someone deliberately drugged you and they may not stop at doing it to you out of spite. You were buzzed, but some human might die."

Her hand patted his cheek on its descent, and she was startled when his own grasped it as she pulled away. A ghost of a smirk was forming onto his lips, the dark circles under his eyes making him look manic. "Why does my face hurt?" Loki held her fingers in almost the exact place the had made contact during the night.

"I was trying to slap some common sense into you. It didn't work. Your skull is too thick," she replied, deadpan. "Can I get some clothes on, now?" With a half grin, he released her hand. "Thank you. Do you need help getting back to your room?" He shook his head in the negative. "Want me to grab you on my way to the cafeteria?" He nodded, but didn't move. "Cool. Can you get the fuck out now, or…?"

With a chuckle, Loki stood, making his frame as large as possible and forcing her to take a step back. When Lilah didn't make a surprised expression, he held her gaze in an irritatingly intense lock, but she seemed to not even blink at the challenge. After another moment, he stepped away, skirting around her, not even bothering to listen in to the muttered cursing she was doing as he left her abode.

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my-status-single · 5 years

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Tony’s Daughter Side Story 7

Character Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word count: 1548

Warnings: Steve is nervous. Theres sex KINDA in this part. 18+. Tony is mentioned. I feel like that has to be a warning now Yyyyikes.

Synopsis: Let’s drop two…three? bombs in this part. Steve is ready to take a few more steps in this relationship of his.

Authors Note: This is a canon compliant AU. This story is set in the same AU as my series Tony’s Daughter. It isn’t a direct part of that series, but it does take place in the same timeline. I’m going to release a post with the current timeline soon, because as this series has progressed things have changed.

Tony’s Daughter Side Stories Autumn

Tony’s promise for a form of birth control rang true.

It arrived exactly a month after that first visit with a note ‘Have fun kids xoxo T.S”.

It was great. Really helpful. Really great and…helpful.

…

Except,

Steve can’t figure out why it was addressed to him.

Why would his girlfriend’s birth control show up on his doorstep?

Did Tony think this was a joke? A fun game to play?

It definitely wasn’t.

Why would his girlfriend’s father send him the birth control intended for her?

Why wouldn’t he just send it to her?

Wouldn’t that have been the logical thing to do?

Steve was already overthinking the whole sex thing.

He’s had sex before so he shouldn’t be freaking out the way that he is.

But he’s definitely freaking out.

“Hey you ready?” He hears her call and it startles him enough that he drops the package and kicks it under his bed as she walks into his bedroom.

“Yeah.” He says after a beat. He stands and goes to her, kissing her forehead. “What am I ready for exactly?” He whispers, rubbing her hips as he pulls her closer.

She laughs and swats at his chest. “Farmer’s market.” She says. “Get dressed.” She says and swats his bum then. He laughs and steals a quick kiss before walking to his closet and dressing for the day.

He forgets about the box for a solid week.

Until a cuddle on the couch gets a bit heated.

They are both flushed in the face and she pulls away and kisses his nose and leaves.

And Steve wants to hit his head against the wall.

He can’t quite figure out why they are waiting anymore because…well, they’ve done things. They’ve been naked together and..had fun. They just haven’t…had sex.

And he’s sure that’s because of him. Because she’s waiting for him. And that’s great, but now it has him freaking out over taking that next step.

Because just like with their first kiss, he feels like it’s a bigger deal than it needs to be now.

“You’ve done this before.” He keeps reminding himself.

There had been those couple of months on that USO tour. Some of the dancers had been very enthusiastic about the thought of being with Captain America. And he had gone along with it because…wasn’t that was he was supposed to do?

And after the defrosting..he’d been so desperate to just feel anything that he’d been with a few people.

So, he’s done this.

He’s done sex.

Had sex?

God, he’s freaking out.

Steve is not a liar. And it would be a lie if he said he didn’t want this.

He’d wanted this for a long time actually. Long before everything happened with Loki even. She is a beautiful woman and his body responds to that. It’s a natural reaction. It’s just not one he rarely acts on these days. Because he wants it to mean something. And most of the time he’s acted on that feeling it hasn’t meant something.

But now.

Now she is his and he is hers.

And he wants that closeness.

That connection.

And the build up to that is making him a little crazy.

Is this a symptom of his anxiety? He still has trouble recognising those symptoms.

His heart is pounding in his ears, and his stomach is doing little flips, and his breathing is not at all even.

That’s anxiety, right?

She’s going to be here in less than ten minutes and he really needs to pull himself together.

“You’ve done this before, Steve. You’ve got to calm down buddy.” He whispers and rubs his temples. “She already likes you, man.” He groans. This is so embarrassing, Jesus. “This isn’t the 40s. You aren’t fighting for her attention. She’s attracted to you.” He says.

“Who’s attracted to you?” He freezes at the sound of her voice and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Hey.” He whispers, looking over at her. She tilts her head to the side and eyes him curiously.

“Hi Stevie.” She says back. “You’ve been kind of jumpy lately. You okay?” She walks over to him and kisses him softly. Like she always does. But he holds her closer for longer, deepens the kiss a bit and rests his forehead against hers.

“I love you.” He whispers. Her eyes widen and she looks up at him. “You don’t have to say it back.” He says and takes her hands. “But...I’m at the point where I want more from this. And I don’t want to take that next step without you knowing how I feel. Without telling you that I love you.” He whispers.

The idea of sex makes him nervous. But this? This is the most simple thing in the world. Telling her that he loves her. It’s easy.

And the way she is beaming at him right now?

That’s just icing.

“I love you too.” She whispers to him. His breath hitches a bit and then he’s beaming too.

“Yeah?” He whispers. She giggles softly and nods. “Yes Steve. I love you.”

“That’s good.” He says and nods. “That’s really good.” He whispers.

And then they are kissing again.

They’ve kissed a lot. Steve really likes kissing her and she lets him whenever he wants to. Which is often. But this time is different. They both feel it. And it’s not just because of the declaration they’ve just made. It’s because they both know it’s the start of more.

He deepens this kiss, holding her waist and pulling her flush against him.

“This is okay right?” He whispers lips ghosting over her ear as she kisses his neck.

“It’s perfect. Please don’t stop.” She whispers back. But she pulls away then and he frowns.

“Do you want this?” She asks, hands resting on his chest.

He left out a small laugh. “Sweetheart, I definitely want this.” He says.

She nods and kisses him again. There are no hesitations from either of them after they both give their green light. She’s tugging his shirt off and he has his hands under hers, still only touching her waist. He’s ever the gentleman.

He kisses her neck softly and she moans and nips at the skin on his neck and...suddenly he isn’t a gentleman anymore.

He grabs the tops of her thighs and hoists her up and onto the counter. She gasps and grins at him.

“This. Off.” She whispers and tugs his t shirt. He obliges and lets her pull it over his head.

“Your turn.” He says and pulls her shirt off as well. She’s already undoing the buckle on his belt. He laughs softly and kisses her neck and shoulder. “We aren’t doing this on the kitchen counter.” He whispers, nipping her skin softly.

She shivers. “Probably a good idea.” She whispers. “Bedroom?” He nods and scoops her up. He likes picking her up. He likes that she lets him. She’d sting and trained and could easily resist, but it seems like she likes it too.

She giggles when he plops her on the bed. Then he gets under it and pulls out Tony’s gift.

“This came a week ago.” He admits sheepishly, handing it to her. She looks at it and turns a bit pink and starts laughing.

“God, he’s such an ass.” She says, still giggling. She opens the package and turns even more red as she pulls out condoms and pills. She looks over everything and hums. There’s another letter, probably explaining what everything is. She reads that.

“The birth control pills take a couple weeks to be effective.” She says. “But he figured we wouldn’t want to wait and made some specialised condoms as well.” She says.

He nods because that..sounds like something Tony would do.

“So, we could use one of those.” She says and he nods again. “Or..” She looks at him and bites her lip.

“Or?” He asks and raises an eyebrow.

“We could just…see what happens?” She whispers, cheeks going pink again.

His eyes widen and he feels his own cheeks go a bit hot.

Oh.

“R-really?” He whispers and sits beside her on the bed.

She nods slowly. “Yeah…if you want to. I…Steve, I trust you. I see this being permanent. And even with the serum and whatever my mom did the chances of us getting pregnant on the first try are still so slim.” She’s rambling a bit and Steve has never been so in love. He just kisses her softly.

“Whatever happens.” He says and nods. “I’m fine with whatever happens.” He says and strokes her cheek.

She smiles and nods. “Okay.” She whispers.

So he kisses her again. He gently lays her back on the bed, hovering over her a bit. He ghosts kisses over her cheeks and down her neck and chest. She scratches lightly at his shoulders and back.

It’s perfect.

And not that it matters but it’s easily the best sex he’s ever had.

And she stays and cuddles and traces shapes on his chest and biceps.

The women he’s been with…they never stay. Or he doesn’t stay. Because it always felt wrong after.

But this?

This is perfect.

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sherrybaby14 · 6 years

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Who Am I? Part Seventeen

Who Am I Masterlist

Summary: A/B/O with Marvel

Relationship: Stucky/ reader

Rating: This chapter is plot again but overall THIS IS A NON/CON-RAPE STORY Please do not read if this offends you. This chapter is a lot of angst

A/N: I thought we were going to get to some smut, but I was at 4500 words and decided to call it a chapter. Next time it’s coming though!

The house screamed upscale vacation home. Where the rich could tell themselves they were roughing it for a few days and act like they camped out in nature. When Tony dropped you off here a few hours ago he promised you would be safe and alone.

Those sounded like false promises since you doubted you would ever feel safe again, especially not when you were alone. The thought sent a chill down your spine. Could an omega be safe without an alpha? Did any omega ever want to be alone?

The only way to answer those questions was to have your pills back, to no longer be an omega. It would take time, but you could accomplish it. Steve and James’ faces came to mind and your heart stung as you gripped the kitchen counter.

“It’s only temporary. You’re not yourself. These feelings aren’t real. They’re rapists, bad guys.” You kept repeating that to yourself, hoping the words would sink in.

Whomp. Whomp. Whomp. The sound made you look to the large windows in the back of the house, showing off the distant hills and large trees. A helicopter was coming. Maybe one carrying Steve and James. Maybe they didn’t listen to Tony and demanded to come and find you. To save you from yourself.

“NO!” You forced the feelings down. That was not what you wanted. They were not the saviors in your life story.

You did not hide from the helicopter. If it was them you would meet them head-on. What would you do? Yell? Scream? Cause a scene? Maybe run into their arms sobbing and apologize. Tell them how much you missed them and that you wanted them to take you home. You didn’t want to be alone any longer.

“No.” This time you didn’t yell the response. It came out more like a whimper.

Your heart raced when the helicopter landed and you were certain your resolve was fading. You wanted both of them to wrap their arms around you, hold you close and tell you everything would be alright.

“Yes.” You gave in as you started jogging towards the chopper that landed in the field behind the house. “Steve, James. I’m coming.”

The blades slowed down and the door opened up, your heart feeling like it could burst. Whatever bubble you were feeling popped when the occupant stepped out.

“Hey Y/N.” Bruce scratched the back of his head as his eyes dropped to the grass.

You shut yours and took a deep breath, not wanting to cry. You weren’t sure if the tears would be from disappointment it wasn’t Bucky and Steve or disappointment in yourself that you were ready to go back to them after what they had put you through.

“I’m sorry for the way things worked out.” Bruce opened the back door of the helicopter. “But at least you found out what it was like before it was too late.”

“What?” You wiped your eyes and turned back towards Bruce.

“Being with an Avenger. It’s hard and there’s extra risks. At least you weren’t bonded or claimed or whatever they call it.” Bruce unloaded two metal boxes. “Tony said after the Loki incident you didn’t want an Avenger mate anymore?”

“Yeah.” You walked over and grabbed one of the boxes.

“How did Steve and Bucky take it when you told them?” Bruce grabbed two boxes and started walking towards the house.

It had only been a few hours since Tony left you. It never occurred to you that Bruce wouldn’t have seen your Alphas.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Sharing that you didn’t tell them anything might not have played out well.

You walked back to the house in silence, Bruce leading the way. When you got inside he went to a door in the kitchen. You hadn’t done much exploring and didn’t realize it opened to a basement.

“There’s a plain set-up down here. I’ve used it from time-to-time.” Bruce put down the boxes momentarily and flipped on a light.

You followed him down into a decent laboratory. There weren’t any windows, but plenty of workspace and basic instruments.

“I packed up your inventory from the lab at Stark towers.” Bruce set the two boxes on one of the counters. “One of these has your laptop. You can order whatever else you need. I didn’t get your personal stuff, clothes or anything. Tony said the pantry is stocked and he will schedule a food delivery this week.”

“Okay.” You set your own box down and looked around.

There was a bathroom in the corner and a small cot, other than that it looked like science space. There was a beautiful bedroom upstairs that you would sleep in and the kitchen of course, but most of your time would be spent down here.

“Hey Y/N, I don’t mean to pry, but are you sure this is what you want?” Bruce asked.

“What do you mean?” You tried your best to hide the shake in your voice as you turned back towards him.

“You just,” Bruce sighed. “You seemed so happy. I know kidnapping wasn’t what you signed up for, but I’m sure Steve and Bucky would make sure it never happened again.”

Bruce thought Loki was the kidnapper, and he was right. Steve and Bucky would make sure nothing like this every happened to you again. They would probably quit being Avengers if you asked them to. The three of you could move to some small town by the sea. Have lazy days by the beach, nights on the porch with candles. Maybe a few children someday. All you had to do was ask Bruce to take you back with him. Pretend none of this happened.

You opened your mouth to respond, but couldn’t think of what to say. Your eyes looked over at the microscope and beakers. This was you. Where you belonged, a great scientific mind, not some puppet for Alphas.

“This is what I want.” You didn’t look up at Bruce as you started unpacking the first box. “I really should get to work right away.”

“Alright.” Bruce headed towards the stairs. “I have a few more boxes to bring in. Then I’ll get out of your hair. There’s a satellite phone in one of them too. Between that and the computer you can get ahold of me whenever you need.”

“I’ll be fine.” You didn’t want the temptation.

You blocked out thoughts of Steve and Bucky as you set up your work space, focusing only on the science. You had missed being in a lab. You were so intent on your project you didn’t notice when Bruce came back.

“Y/N?” He startled you.

You looked up at him and took note of the sadness on his face. You tried your best to give him a reassuring smile.

“This is what I want.” Your lips shook as you spoke, as if it were a dam holding in your tears.

“Okay.” He nodded. “I’ll stop out in a couple weeks if I don’t hear from you sooner.”

“Really, not necessary.” You tried to hide the shake in your hand.

Every muscle in your body wanted to follow Bruce out and go back to your Alphas. Your heart felt like it was lurching out of your chest to chase him, but your brain prevailed and you stood in your lab, forcing your eyes not to watch as Bruce left, and with him the chance of getting back to Steve and James.

~~~

A yawn forced you to shut your eyes. When you opened them the chemicals and slides made no sense again. Your hand shook when you picked up the petri dish with your newest blood sample. You applied the test solution and then made a blood slide, moving it under the microscope.

Your vision was starting to blur. Before looking down the scope you went to the coffee pot. Empty. Your stomach panged as you propped an elbow on the wall. Did you eat today? Maybe once this round of experiments finished you could take a break.

No. That wouldn’t be an option. Taking a break was the equivalent of starting over. You had to fix this mess. Too much time had already passed. You went back to your experiment, about to look at the results when you heard glass cracking.

You looked down to see your blood bubbling. Solution number 44 was a failure. Just like 1-43. You swiped your arm across the workstation, sending your notes crashing to the floor as you prop your head up in your hand.

It wasn’t this hard creating the pills when you were fourteen. Of course your blood was stagnant then. Now it was de-evolving which made experimenting on it impossible.

The blood on the slide was not the blood in your body after a few hours. Even if you found a solution that worked by the time you injected yourself your body may have shifted again risking disastrous results. But that was a risk you were willing to take. Maybe. You didn’t know.

An alarm sounded, breaking you from your self-pity. You followed the beeping to the cot in the corner of the lab. It was your clock, six am, time to get up. You sat on your bed as you turned it off. That meant it had been another twenty-four plus hour work day.

Maybe it was time to get some sleep. You were on the verge of exhaustion so it would come quickly. That was the way you liked it, then you weren’t forced to think about them. The two Alphas whose faces appeared every time you shut your eyes.

That didn’t mean the dreams wouldn’t come though.

“Doll you’re working too hard.” Steve cradled you to his chest. “You’re going to get sick.”

“Let us take care of you.” James grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth, kissing your palm. “We can make everything better.”

You let out a soft moan as Bucky started kissing your wrist, sliding his body behind you. You fluttered your eyes open to see Steve looking down at you. His features riddled with concern as he leaned closer, his lips almost brushing yours.

“We miss you Omega.” His mouth looked perfect.

You wanted to return the sentiment almost as much as you wanted to kiss him. Feel his embrace. Let him take care of you. Be their happy Omega. It warmed your core.

“NO!” You shot up in bed.

It wasn’t the oversized pillow top mattress. It was the small cot with the green blanket. There was no beautiful view of the skyline, it was a windowless lab in upstate New York. You swung your legs over the side of the bed and glanced at the clock.

8:30. You’d either slept for two and a half hours or fourteen and a half. Either way you needed a cold shower and more coffee. Your legs wobbled as you rose and started going over formulas in your head to stop the tears from forming, to block out the one truth you didn’t want to admit. You did miss them, and every day it was getting harder and harder to deny.

~~~

Did temperature matter? It was a variable you hadn’t given much consideration. You went to the drawer and started to look for a thermometer. You would need a plate warmer too, to keep the sample at body temperature.

“Hello?”

The voice made you jump and whack your elbow on the counter behind you.

“Ahhh.” You tried to shake out the pain as you smacked your funny bone.

“Y/N?” Bruce’s voice echoed down the stairs.

“I’m down here.” You didn’t realize he was coming.

Had it been two weeks already?

“I’ve got the supplies you requested.” Bruce walked down the stairs with two boxes in his arms. “I have to admit, I’m fascinated with your concept of bromine. If you have the time I’d love it if you could explain…your…theory.”

Bruce’s voice trailed off when he set the boxes down. His eyes went around the room and you followed them. There was a crumpled paper on the floor and the countertops were covered in your work. Plus, the cot wasn’t made and there were towels on the bathroom floor.

“Sorry. It’s not normally this messy down here.” You started to grab garbage and glanced towards the can, realizing you hadn’t emptied it in a while. “I thought I had a breakthrough last night. But it didn’t pan out.”

“Y/N. Are you alright?” Bruce’s eyes were no longer on the room but focused on you.

Your hair was in a wet bun on the top of your head, your scrubs were clean. In fact, you were extra clean, it seemed like you’d taken several showers the last few days.

“What?” You didn’t understand.

“Have you been sleeping? Or eating?” Bruce took a step towards you and held his hand out, about to press it against your forehead. “You look, um, uhh….bad?”

“I’ve been working.” You stepped back and tried to relax your shoulders and not take offense at his comment or have him check you for a fever. He wasn’t your mother.

“Why don’t you take a break?” Bruce put his arm around you and started walking towards the stairs. “It’s lunchtime. I can make us something to eat.”

You stepped forward, out of his grasp. He was just a beta, but you didn’t anyone touching you. Anyone but…you pinched your eyes to block the thought. Luckily your stomach let out a grumble.

“I could eat.” You smiled, hoping to placate Bruce for a few minutes and then get back to work. “You were asking about bromine?”

You gritted your teeth and smiled as Bruce followed you up the stairs. The scientific talk continued at you went to the kitchen. Bruce went through your fridge and pulled out a premade sub while you sat at the counter. You weren’t much of a cook and apparently neither was he. You remembered the smell of bacon, the way Steve and Bucky both knew their way around the kitchen.

“Y/N? Thoughts?” Bruce asked.

“Sorry what?” You completely missed what he said.

“Are you going to eat?” You looked at the sandwich sitting in front of you.

Bruce took another bite of his and you realized it was half gone. How long had you been sitting there? You didn’t ask, not wanting to raise any concern. You grabbed your sub and brought it to your mouth. You couldn’t take a bite, the idea of any food not appealing right now.

“Sorry, I lost my appetite.” You set it down.

“Jesus Y/N. What is going on? You look like you’re wasting away, your eyes are sunken in, you’re all flushed.” Bruce shook his head.

“I’ve been working.” You twiddled your fingers. “I’m trying to remake the pills, but the old pills are still getting out of my system. It’s been complicated. And I’m all alone now.”

Bruce didn’t respond at first, and the silence was almost defining.

“They’re not doing much better.” His words cut you like a knife.

You turned away, wanting to avoid the conversation.

“They’re miserable. Picking fights with anything that moves. Not sleeping, spending every bit of free time at the gym though, so while you’re wasting away they’re getting bulkier.” Bruce’s words brought you no comfort.

“Stop.” You let out a whimper as you rose. “I can’t….don’t…”

“Look Y/N, I understand more than most fighting between two sides of yourself.” Bruce rounded the counter. “But are you sure you chose the right side this time?”

You braced yourself against the stand, trying to force Steve and James’ faces from your mind. Picturing them miserable made you want to crumble into a ball. How could you hurt them like this?

“They hurt me!” You didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“What?” Bruce was next to you.

You looked up at him and shook your head.

“What do you mean, hurt you?”

A cramp formed in your stomach and you almost collapsed.

“Y/N, are you alright? Oh God.” Bruce was close…too close. He grabbed your arm. “Sit back down.”

His touch burned your skin and you recoiled, falling to the floor in the process.

The tile didn’t feel cool though. Instead it felt like lava burning your skin. You tried to scramble upwards, but your body would barely move.

“Y/N???? Y?N??” Bruce yelled off in the distance.

For a moment the world went still. The burning hot enough to make you numb and your brain tired enough not to block any thoughts.

You were back on the ledge in Stark tower, with Steve offering you his hand, begging you to come away from the drop. You reached out for him, but it was too late. You didn’t connect as your body slipped back into the black night.

~~~

They should have gone after her. Beat Stark to a pulp until he said where she was. These thoughts plagued Bucky as he punched the bag. He envisioned Y/N, scared and alone, needing them. He was a failure of an Alpha.

But she didn’t need them. Y/N could have come back. It was her choice. She would rather kill herself with drugs than be with them. She should have never been given that choice at all.

He gave the bag one final smack. His heart rate should be through the roof, but it was used to the extensive workouts over the last few weeks and barely registered the aggression.

He needed food and a shower. Then maybe sleep. It was the only time he found peace, free to dream of her and what their life should have been. He welcomed it greedily, wishing he could sleep all day. Unfortunately, his body wouldn’t allow him the luxury and he found the more he wanted the dreams the harder it was to have them.

The walk to his apartment used to be his favorite part of the day, but now he found himself dreading it. There was no more joy there. She wasn’t waiting for his return, eager to greet him with a hug or a kiss.

It wasn’t the sex he missed, of course, that was enjoyable, but it was her. He hoped Y/N understood that. Their relationship was much more complex. He took the stairs to their floor and opened the side door. The elevator was much faster, but since he was no longer in a rush to get home he preferred the gray stairwell.

Steve was in the kitchen. Bucky gave him a nod before heading up stairs. The two of them hadn’t spoken much the last few days. Bucky thought back to their last conversation.

“I figured out a radius of where she must be.” Bucky laid down a map. “Stark had to drop her off and get back to us in what an hour? Two at most? He wouldn’t have left her somewhere public so I figure a property he owns.”

“Buck, stop.” Steve grabbed the map. “She’s gone.”

“We can’t give up on her.” Bucky’s anger flared. “She is our responsibility. She needs us.”

“She doesn’t want us.” Steve didn’t have an ounce of anger. “Accept it. Move on.”

“No.” Bucky shook his head. “Our Y/N would never turn her back this way. I won’t abandon her either.”

“OUR Y/N?” Steve went from zero to a thousand. “OUR Y/N DOESN’T EXIST.”

The conversation continued in Bucky’s head as he showered. Y/N was real. He’d held her, loved her, and comforted her. It was the dark side of her that was fake. The one that she couldn’t let go of. After Hydra Steve didn’t give up on him. Even when he was at his worst. Why would he give up on Y/N?

Bucky knew the answer. It had never been his decision. Tony gave Y/N one and she picked, even if she wasn’t in the right state of mind. That didn’t make accepting it any easier. He hated feeling this way.

He was familiar with the saying time heals all wounds, but he was old enough to know one this size was never going to close.

When he finished showering Bucky dressed and went down to the kitchen. Steve was sitting at the counter looking over some paperwork. He hated how awkward things were.

“What’s that?” Bucky opened the fridge.

“Some intel I’ve read ten times.” Steve sighed.

Bucky turned around to see his friend with his head in his hands, the paper tossed to the side.

“I miss her too.” Steve dropped one arm to the counter.

“I know.” Bucky meant it too. He knew Steve had his own way of dealing with conflicts. “Do you want to do something about it though?”

“Go find her? Drag her back here? Fuck her until she loves us again?” Steve sat up straight in the chair.

Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he heard his friend swear. Whatever face he was putting on was a good disguise. Bucky couldn’t believe he didn’t notice before, but Steve was a wreck.

It wouldn’t take much and it was for Y/N’s own benefit. One time with one of them and she would be back to herself. Their Omega, who was far from perfect but perfect for them.

“Something like that.” All Bucky needed was a yes from Steve. If he was on board they could find a way to be together again.

There was a pain in Steve’s eyes that spoke louder than any words ever could.

“We were trying to help her.” Bucky narrowed in on him. “Stop beating yourself up. You’re not the bad guy.”

“I think it’s a little more complex than that now.” Steve rubbed his eyes.

“It doesn’t need to be. She needs us. We need her. Let’s go get our girl back.” Bucky did not see the need to over analyze everything. If they broke it down it could be as simple as that.

“What if….what if it’s not the drugs, or the omega issue. What if she’s accepted who and what she is, but we’re the problem? What if she wants a different alpha?”

Steve’s question solicited a growl from Bucky. The idea of another Alpha with Y/N almost set him into a frenzy. He bit his lip and turned around, fighting the urge to destroy their entire apartment.

Bucky was about to obliterate Steve for even thinking that. He was at the point where he would literally beat some sense into his friend. He clenched his fist when the ding of the elevator sounded. Steve stood up and looked towards the door and Bucky walked out from around the counter.

He clenched his fist even harder when he saw who walked out. This was all Tony’s fault. He was a Beta and didn’t understand. He should have stayed out of it.

“Woah.” Tony raised his hands in the air. “You both look like you want to rip my head off.”

“Did you ever stop and think there’s a reason I’ve been avoiding you?” Steve spoke first.

Bucky had no idea. He was so busy avoiding everyone he didn’t realize Steve was doing the same thing.

“It was Y/N’s choice to leave. I didn’t force her.” Tony kept his hands up.

Bucky noticed Steve flinch at the word force, no doubt Tony picked that intentionally.

“What do you want?” Bucky wanted to get back to his conversation about Y/N.

“Believe it or not, I am sorry about how this played out.” Tony dropped his hands into his pockets. “I wanted both of you settled down and happy.”

“You didn’t come here to apologize.” Steve folded his arms.

“Y/N’s version of events was a little tough to stomach at first, but I get what you were saying about the drug addict angle.” Tony sighed.

“Don’t say her name.” Bucky was never as close with Tony as Steve was. If the two of them wanted to hash this out he would leave.

“Alright, there’s no easy way to say this and obviously my presence is bothering you.” Tony looked towards the windows. “It is about Y/N.”

“What’s wrong?” Steve stepped forward.

“Where is she?” Bucky fought the urge to grab Tony by the shirt.

“Bruce went to check on her.” Tony shook his head. “She’s not doing well.”

“Where. Is. She.” Bucky got the question out through gritted teeth.

“I’m not a doctor, but Bruce is.” Tony kept his eyes on Steve. “She went into heat. He thinks maybe as long as a week ago. She didn’t realize it, was trying to treat it with cold showers.”

Bucky lunged at Tony. Ready to strangle the man. An Omega in heat for a week? Was she even alive?

“Do you know what that could do to her?” Bucky tried to knock over Steve. “YOU COULD’VE KILLED HER! HOW COULD YOU LEAVE HER ALONE LIKE THAT?”

Bucky wasn’t sure if he was yelling at Tony or at himself. Tony took a step back and Bucky stopped fighting Steve. Unsure why the other Alpha wasn’t equally as irate.

“Not now.” Steve put his hands on Bucky’s shoulders.

Bucky looked at his friend and notice that his pupils were dilating. He was struggling to keep his Alpha in control too.

“She had a way of contacting us. We assumed that if her heat came she would have reached out before it got this bad.” Tony looked at the ground.

“Where is she?” Steve still held Bucky back as he looked towards Tony.

“On her way here. Bruce threw her on a helicopter. They’re about ten minutes out. Landing dock D.” Tony moved to the side as Bucky and Steve went straight to the elevator.

Everything that Bucky had been worrying about melted away. All that mattered right now was Y/N. What sort of state was she in? A week? She could have cooked her brain.

“Hey guys.” The elevator doors opened. Bucky and Steve went in, but Tony stayed behind. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“If she’s hurt in any way.” Steve cracked his jaw. “I’m holding you responsible.”

Bucky was shocked Steve was blaming Tony, after two weeks of blaming himself.

“I’m not an Alpha. I shouldn’t have gotten involved or pretended to understand.” Tony looked guilty. “When she gets here…I did have a room made up for her. One floor up from the landing dock. If it’s not too late.”

The elevator doors shut right as Tony finished his statement. Tony better hope it wasn’t too late, if that were the case even Steve wouldn’t be able to stop Bucky from tearing this place to the ground.

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 15: Callout Post

Chapters: 15/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Loki is a bigot, mentions of fear of sexual assault, mentions of past death Relationships: Loki x Reader (But not yet) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), OFC, Brunnhilde/Valkyrie(Marvel), Spiderman, Ant-Man Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending, Loki Needs A Chill Pill, Hey Here’s A Thought: How ‘Bout Ya Don’t Be Racist?, Reader’s Pretty Mouthy For Someone On A Sickbed, Thor And Brunnhilde Are Such Gossips Summary: Life is being very blunt to Loki.

Two days passed before the historians came to Loki with information about the dagger. It was a troll weapon, of a kind once prized as war trophies among Asgardian soldiers during the conquest of Nornheim. They were usually passed town as heirlooms, though only a few now survived.

None of the historians could tell him what family this knife might have once belonged to, nor how it came to be in human hands, if it was a human who threw it in the first place. Their best guess was that it had been lost in the last Asgardian visits to this world, roughly a thousand years ago.

They presented the knife to Loki with reverence, emphasizing how precious it was. It had been cleaned and restored, no trace of blood or dirt remaining. He could see his eyes reflected in the blade.

He’d seen items like this, in the palace’s armory display. Rock trolls had been surprisingly proficient crafters; of stone, crystal, and metals at least. They lacked Asgardian sophistication however, and could not even come close to the capabilities of the Dwarves of Nidavellir. Still, as a reminder of Asgards first conquest, such items held great cultural importance. He knew just what to do with this one.

A young secretary contacted him on his way out of the library, to inform him of an incoming call on the computer. When he arrived however, there was no one on-screen, only an empty room presumably in the Tower. An alarm was ringing, and a red light flashing. It seemed something had rather suddenly come up.

Loki wondered for a few moments whether he had time to wait or not, when the alarm and flashing light abruptly ceased.

“Mr. Lang, you’re still here?” A soft voice called. “There’s a call open on the monitor, what should I do?”

“I dunno, who is it?” Someone else called back.

“Umm…” A masked face-red, with cartoonishly huge, almond shaped white eyes-took up the whole screen. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve met him before, but he looks familiar. Oh, shoot. The sound’s on. Uh, hi! Avenger’s Tower, how can we help?”

This person’s voice was altogether too young.

“Please tell me you are an intern.” Loki said.

“I’m Spiderman.”

“Man?” Loki repeated, incredulous.

The boy rolled his eyes. Or, at least, he tilted his head and moved his shoulders in the way that comes with rolling one’s eyes.

“Hey who is that?” Another face- this one thankfully adult-shoved into view. “Oh wow! Kid, that’s Loki! He bashed up New York a while ago, don’t you remember?”

The boy shook his masked head.

“But you live in New York!”

“C’mon, it was forever ago! I was like, ten!”

A heavy feeling settled inside Loki. How many buildings had he damaged that day? How many vehicles did he destroy? And all the while, this child had been there, somewhere, his life barely measuring the double digits.

How many people? He’d never found out.

“I am Loki, Prince of Asgard, and…look, is Barton there? He should have some information for me.”

“Just left.” The adult said. “Looks like he left some notes though. I can read them out for you.” He picked up a notebook from the desk. “Ooh. Looks Like Tony left some notes too. I’m, uh…” His eyes flicked from the notebook to the masked boy. “I’m not going to read those out loud.”

“I can hazard a guess as to their content. I doubt he has added anything important. Read away.”

“Alright well, it says here…’Ex-boyfriend, angry and vocal on Facebook. Toothless; cannot travel. No prize’. Huh. Okay. And then ‘mixed opinion news articles, none seems to know her personally. Sensationalist at best.’ Uh, ‘Security video viral; massive debate in the comments. Conspiracy theories. Over four hundred million people have seen Loki get punched in the face by a girl half his size.’ And here Tony adds ‘nice’. And that’s the only one of his comments that’s safe to read.”

Loki frowned.

“What? You’ve gotta show me that video.” The boy said.

Loki frowned deeper.

“And lastly, ‘Second video uploaded by someone called Sofie Snowfox, currently residing outside New Asgard. Shown alive and well, described as “Devoted to Loki.”

Loki perked up at that. Yes, that sounded rather nice.

“Most long-time subscribers positive and supportive, but recent waves of American commenters overwhelmingly negative. Accusations of treason, death threats, unflattering sexual speculation, more conspiracy theories.”

That sounded far less nice.

“I have no idea what this is about.”

“You don’t need to-“

“He kidnapped some lady, but I guess it was supposed to be a good thing. Maybe?”

“What? You stole a whole person?”

“I didn’t steal her, I saved her-you know, never mind. If you have not already been informed of this, you don’t need to know. I have the research I asked for, and I have no more time to waste here. Goodbye, Spiderchild. And also you.”

He ended the call without another word, and stalked away from the computer.

So. Your people had abandoned you. Typical. Thor was so optimistic about humanity, but Loki had seen the rot underneath. While his brother would praise how strong and helpful human’s natural social bonds were, Loki knew how they used those same social bonds as a weapon; to shun, to manipulate, to control.

Now you were outside of that control, and your country had turned on you. Viciously. Predictably.

No matter. You had him now; he would take care of you. He had sworn it, and he meant to keep his word this time.

But that meant that your assailant had to be found. This couldn’t be let go, not if he didn’t want them to feel empowered to try it again. You required some means of protection. And he had just the thing.

He found his way to the equipment stores, speaking briefly to the quartermaster. She was a formidable, battle-scarred woman, but when he explained that he wanted some of the old, busted up knife sheathes to attempt to fix up, she was happy to let him rummage around.

During the exodus, people had mostly just grabbed whatever they could find to bring with them. Unfortunately, some of it turned out to be trash. The quartermaster had been saddled with far too much unusable equipment, and Loki was able to come up with several sheathes that, between them, should provide enough intact material to put together a new one. Loki thanked her, and left with his prizes.

Prince or not, Loki had always taken care to know how to maintain and repair all of his own equipment, even learning how to make certain things from scratch. With the amount of knives and daggers he used, a simple sheath would take no time at all.

He found a place away from anyone else, where he didn’t have to be a prince, and could concentrate on being an artisan instead. A wave of the hand brought him his tools, and he went right to work.

*****

“So the big mystery about the Jotnar, is that it’s clear from their extensive colonization of multiple worlds, that they used to be a space-faring race. But they aren’t now, and no one knows why or how that knowledge was lost to them.” Brunnhilde explained. The Valkyrie had moved this lesson into your room, where you were still being asked to stay. You had been longing for companionship for what seemed like such a long time, so long in fact, that you were now uncomfortable to have it. You hadn’t gotten out of bed, just sat up with your pillow to lean against. Brunnhilde evidently thought you were injured worse than you actually were, and made no comment about it.

“We’ve encountered them in several galaxies, always slightly different. Thousands, possibly millions of years removed from wherever they originally came from, and an unusually flexible genetic structure allows them to adapt to whatever planet they live on within just a few generations. For instance, here are Aegir and Ran.”

She held up a book, showing you an illustration of two people with deep blue skin, round black eyes, and green hair that was textured like seaweed. They were both adorned with shells, coral, and pearls, and not much else.

“These two rule a world of oceans. They’re pretty friendly with Asgard, and let us build small colonies on their islands. That’s the only land on their planet, and the Jotnar that live there don’t have much use for dry land. They make such exotic alcohol.”

You managed a weak smile. Of course she was impressed with the booze.

“Freyr is married to one of these?” You asked. You still wondered how big they were.

“No, no, these are sea giants. Gerd is a mountain giant. I found a picture of her earlier, give me a second…”

Brunnhilde leafed through the book.

“Are the Jotnar all just named after the terrain they live in?”

“Yeah, basically. They adapt so fully to their environment that they almost seem to become a part of it. So we usually just call them what they look like. Desert giants, and forest giants, and fire giants, and frost giants. All kinds. Ah, here she is!”

She turned the book back to you, showing a picture of a powerfully built woman, whose snowy white skin and hair shimmered with a diamond-like quality. There were long streaks and patches of silver skin on her bare arms that reflected light like a mirror.

“Wow.”

“Yeah, she’s a keeper. We get along with some of the giants; others not so much. Frost giants for one. Our most recent war involved them. We won but relations are still pretty tense. I only fought in the very first battles of that particular war, but it was only about a thousand years ago.”

“Only a thousand?” You were still constantly startled by the massive age differences between you and the Asgardians. It was hard to comprehend a person who was older than most modern countries.

There was a knock at the door, and Loki let himself in without waiting for very long. He looked slightly excited about something, but the expression disappeared the instant he noticed the Valkyrie in the room.

“Oh, we are learning, I see. It’s good to see that kind of determination, but you shouldn’t overdo it.”

“The cut is almost gone, and I’m going crazy in here.” You protested, cursing the edge of a whine that snuck into your voice. “I thought another lesson would be low effort and give me something to think about.”

Something else to think about. Something other than him, and what he might eventually do to you. Why was he waiting so long? The fear and torment was making it harder and harder to think of anything else.

You shouldn’t think about it. Brunnhilde was here. You were safe for now. Think about giants.

“What is today’s subject?”

Brunnhilde turned the book to him.

“Look, it’s Gerd.”

“So it is. Jotnar? What, ah…what about Jotnar?”

“Different kinds. Sea, and mountain, and frost. Friends and enemies.” You said. He fidgeted a bit, rubbing at his palm. “I just kinda wonder how big they are, if we’re calling them giants. Are they really very tall? I’ve never seen one before.”

The Aesir’s eyes flicked back and forth to each other, as if expecting one another to say something.

“Well!” Brunnhilde said brightly, breaking the increasingly uncomfortable silence. “Why don’t you show her a comparison? With Gerd!”

“Oh that’s easy! Here. So this is Freyr…” He gestured and the image of the man with flowers in his hair popped up. Loki caught your wrist as you reached out. “Still not here.”

Heat crept up your neck. Stupid involuntary reaction! You really needed to get a handle on that.

“And here you are…”

A little image of you popped up next to the other, clasping your hands behind you and beaming happiness. It was adorable. Brunnhilde pressed her lips together to swallow a smile.

“And here is Gerd…”

The shining woman appeared next, easily two feet taller than both of the other images, to scale.

“Wow! Okay that’s pretty big.”

“Oh this is nothing.” Loki said, some of his earlier excitement creeping back in. “Here’s Aegir and Ran.”

The sea giants appeared, even bigger than Gerd. “And the tricky mason who owned Svadilfari.”

A pale, rocky giant sprang up next. He would have been taller than a multistoried house.

“I bested him in combat, and took his horse. He was of the same line as Sleipnir, which is what gave the fool away in the first place. My Leynarodd is one of only two survivors of that line.”

“Yes, and we all know you’re very proud of that.” Brunnhilde interrupted. “How about you show us a frost giant?”

“How about I don’t?”

“I’d like to see one.” You interjected. Loki seemed to recede in on himself.

“I’m actually pretty sure you wouldn’t. They are hideous, brutish savages. You wouldn’t like them at all.” He said bitterly.

That was so infuriating. You were growing to hate the way he described other races. He was always so nasty about it.

“You know, your highness.” You said, sitting up a little straighter. “You say that about pretty much every race that isn’t Asgardian. How will you describe me to people in a thousand years, I wonder?”

He lifted his chin, mouth pressed thin.

“As a mouthy twit who thought she knew more than I did about subjects she hadn’t even learned yet. I’ve seen frost giants. I’ve fought and killed frost giants. I know about them, and you do not.”

“Then show me!” You challenged. “Because right now, you just sound like a huge bigot, and like a bigot, you’ve got nothing to back you up!”

Brunnhilde quietly chuckled.

“You insolent little-You think you can just sit in the bed, in the room that I provided you, and say such things to me? I am your prince, and-“

“Not mine!”

“-and your benefactor! Are you fed? Are you clothed? Are your medical needs seen to? Yes! You have me to thank for that, me and no other!”

“Now just a damn-“

“If the Bifrost could handle it, I would drop you on Jotunheim right now, and see how you fared, you little ingrate! Here!”

He tossed a little bundle onto the bed.

“I intended to present this to you properly, but I feel no need to waste any more time here. Figure it out yourself, since you know so much.” He whipped the door open. “But before I go, here is Surtr, the largest giant yet known.”

He slammed the door behind him, just as the illusion of the enormous fire giant filled the room and began knocking things over.

*****

“So then I had to fist fight an illusory giant.” Brunnhilde said, cleaning grime off her favorite sword. “It was pretty cathartic, actually.”

“What did he give to her?” Thor asked, running a whetstone down the blade of his axe. Norns, but his brother was bad at this. Scheming, manipulating, planning, organizing, oh yes, all of that and more. But openly caring about someone? Practically hopeless.

“No idea. She was not in a good mental place by the time I beat Surtr, and then her maid came and saw the state the room was in. Poor girl was beside herself. But at least _____ doesn’t have much to get tossed around. Still, the place was a mess, and she was of no mind to even open the thing up and look.”

“If he keeps on like this he will lose all chance of gaining her respect. He keeps moving forward and then taking a flying leap back.”

“Don’t know if it’s just her respect he wants. But this might not be as bad as it seems. For one thing, his wall is thinner around her. The things he feels he has to prove to her are different than the things he feels he needs to prove to us. He’s more open with her, probably because he thinks she is harmless. Now granted, that openness includes childish tantrums, but at least he isn’t closed off and stagnant anymore. He’s moving forward.”

The Valkyrie examined her sword closely, searching for any leftover dirt. Finding none, she dribbled oil onto a cloth, and began wiping the blade.

“For her part; I haven’t seen that fire in her for some time. Something is going wrong there, but I’m not sure what it is. She seems unusually passive, you know, she hasn’t even been asking questions like she used to. I think she might be afraid of something, or holding something in.”

“Because someone attacked her, and we don’t know who or why? I can see why that would be frightening.” Thor set the weapon aside, and began polishing his armor instead.

“Possibly. Probably. I know you don’t like to think of it, but we really do need some kind of prison facilities built. Criminals still exist, and if you don’t want to execute them…”

“Absolutely not.” Thor asserted.

“Then we need a place to put them. Whenever we catch this person-and I’m sure we will- we’ll need somewhere to stash them. If we get to them before Loki does, anyway.”

“Loki knows better now…” Thor began.

“Oh does he? Well that’s great to hear. How many milliseconds do you think he’ll hold his composure where the safety of his ‘responsibility’ is concerned?”

Thor scrubbed until he could see his eye reflected in the bosses of his chestplate, then began checking the scale and chain portions for any captured bits of debris.

“About sixteen. Which is ten longer than he would have done previously, so things are getting better.”

“If you say so. I’m not completely sure this has to do with the attack though. I saw signs of _____ withdrawing in on herself even before then, and just didn’t notice what was happening at the time. I wonder if there isn’t something around here that is bringing back memories of bad times. It’s easy to forget she lived through that damn ‘snap’ just like we did. We don’t know how she lived during that time, or what she went through. There might be all kinds of triggers hidden inside her, and the only way to find them is to accidentally trip them.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.” Thor said, inspecting a nick on his helmet. That was unlikely to buff out, but he tried it anyway. “Probably unavoidable though. We’ll just have to be ready, be understanding. Which means Loki will have to get a handle on his temper.”

“We’re just a big bundle of problems each, aren’t we?”

“Part of being alive. Besides, better that we suffer than the alternative.”

“Psh, speak for yourself, your Majesty!”

“I do believe I am.”

Loki stalked into the room, clearly still disgruntled. Noticing what his brother and the Valkyrie were doing, he took a seat of his own, and began seeing to the maintenance of his own weapons. As the minutes ticked by, and more and more daggers piled up, he seemed to grow even more annoyed.

Finally, he slapped one last knife down on the pile. “Thor. Am I a bigot?”

“Oh yeah.” Thor said.

“Absolutely.” Brunnhilde agreed.

Loki made an offended noise.

“You are not unlike a great many Asgardians in that respect.” Thor continued. “I was like that as well, until recently. You remember.”

“I was too.” Brunnhilde added. “The social climate under the previous Allfathers practically guaranteed that. I only unlearned it by spending a thousand years at the ass-end of the universe, surrounded by people of every species, all of us knowing that we lived and died at the whims of a single madman.”

“I had to be stripped of all my power, and then choose to die at the hands of an ancient weapon forged by my own people, while protecting a non-Asgardian species.” Thor said.

“Well, what do I have to do?” Loki demanded. “I’m not going back to Sakkar, and I’ve already died! Where’s my magical personality cure?”

“I mean, it did take me a thousand years.” Brunnhilde reminded him. “And I don’t think ‘depressed, alcoholic, slave-taker’ is really the kind of personality you want to aspire to. “

“Besides, there is little chance of being able to make amends with the Svartalfari, or the Frost Giants, at least, not for quite some time. And I stand by my decision to forbid contact with the Dark Elves. Never again. If any remain, let them be.”

“Agreed.” Loki said. “But that still doesn’t help me. You didn’t see how she looked at me.”

“I did.” Brunnhilde pointed out.

“And you have no doubt regaled my brother on all the details. But that does me no good. I cannot simply stop feeling how I feel.” He paused. “Can I?”

“If you’re thinking about trying any memory or emotion altering spell, I must advise strongly against it.” Thor warned. “I know you can handle dangerous powers, Loki, but even the smallest mistake, and your entire self could be lost.”

“I know that!” Loki snapped. “But if I need to stop, how do I start? To stop?”

“Well, first of all, maybe you could stop describing every other race as ‘uneducated, brutish, savages’ to your only student, who happens to be one of those other races…” Brunnhilde suggested.

“Loki!” Thor scolded.

“Well how would you describe a Frost Giant?” Loki demanded.

“Hm. Fierce warriors with strong ties to an ancient heritage.” Thor said. “I suppose that could be taken to mean the same thing as ‘savage’, but without such negative connotations. It might help you if you just rewrote the propaganda to remove the negativity. That’s all it is, after all. A great many things we were taught about the other races was just propaganda.”

Loki gaped at him.

“Moreover, since the only Frost Giant I personally know is clever, well-learned, and sophisticated, how could I possibly describe them so crudely?”

Loki continued to gape.

“Y-your time among the humans has made you soft.” He whispered.

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