#mercenary thor

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Old Scars, New Blood 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson

Note: Man, I need some sleep.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all. Take care. 💖

As the large house fills with the rabble of strange men and flowing alcohol, you retreat back to your quarters and stare at your dead phone. Still not sign of life from Lloyd but that doesn't worry you in any existential way. He always finds a way to scrape by, it's just that you usually hear from him by now. Even when he leaves you behind, he has a dozen orders for you. Not that time.

You lean against the headboard and mull the walls. Maybe you'll finally leave this life. You should be proud you got this far. You weren't exactly honed in blood like these underhanded mercenaries. You're just an executive assistant who took a chance. A woman and a Craig's List add, what an origin story.

After a while, you find it hard to sit still. You leave your bed in a mess from the turmoil of your nerves. You drag yourself to the door. You must look like you're going through a breakup, at the very lest, a crisis. A grey gap hoodie and black leggings. You shuffle around in your beat up Keds and drift downstairs, concealing yourself in the distraction and cacophony of the full house. Valhalla and his men jeer from the dining room as you slip past, a quick peek inside at the joining of forces. 

Rico sits near the head of the table next to the gargantuan blonde with his braided locks and rugged jawline. The host looks less than impressed as his guest guffaws and claps his back roughly. You don't stay and watch, hurrying on as your stomach squeezes hungrily. You find when Lloyd's not around to demand his meals, you tend to forget to feed yourself.

You enter the kitchen and find chaos strewn over the counter tops. Bottles, some half-filled, others empty, littered over the granite. Crumbs and whole chunks of cheese and meat tossed around carelessly, a lingering stench hanging in the air. You assume the staff is hiding until there aren't men mixing alcohol and firearms.

You pull open the fridge and growl to find your neatly stacked containers gone. You keep your own food and Lloyd's precisely curated. You're a planner and meal planning is your greatest pride. While the other men depend on the processed foods dished up by the help, you make sure to feed your boss his preferred organic cuts. The door shuts as you let it go and turn to peruse the kitchen. There's a bag of biscuits with some spilling out. You leave the spilled cookies on the counter and claim the rest.

You stop as you come to face the wine rack. A single bottle remains in the crisscrossed slats of wood. You're not exactly fond of Risling but you've never been very picky. Nor much of a drinker.

You slide the bottle out with a soft clink against the rack and consider the label. You're not expert, would it pair well with shortbread? You compare the rumbled package of cookies and the pristine font on the bottle.

"Another!" The booming voice makes you leap and you spin around, the wine sloshing in the glass and loosening your grip. You face the large man as he bounces into the kitchen and the long neck slips free entirely. You step back with a surprised squeak as the glass smashes around your feet, sending a splash of wine up your leggings. 

Valhalla stops short as he finds you standing in the ruin of your surprise. His rosy cheeks pale and his cheeks draw to a more sober expression, a glint still gleaming behind his bright blue irises, "ah, pardon, my lady, I didn't mean to startle you. And look at what I've done," he gestures to your feet. You lift a shoe and he makes a noise, "ah, ah, do not move."

He comes closer as you stand dumbly in the shards. You look down then back at him. "I have shoes on--"

"And you wouldn't want to stain them," he insists as he nears. You shy away but not fast enough. He picks you up easily, like a hero in a ridiculous story, scooping you over the broken glass and carrying you to safe ground. "Forgive me for wasting the wine."

"It's fine," you wiggle in his hold, the bag of cookies wrinkling loudly, "really, I think..." you look down, dizzy as you see the pattern of tile below, "you can put me down, sir. Please, if you don't mind."

"As you wish," he places you gently on your feet, "what an introduction. Valhalla," he holds out his large hand, his palm rough and calloused, fingers thick but lock, "and you, beautiful woman lurking in the shadows?"

Your breath is stolen by the unexpected compliment. You remind yourself that it is only gas. He's like Lloyd, he must be, compliments are only currency. You take his hand and introduce yourself as sternly as you can. Your voice is barely more than a mousy squeak.

"It is you," he lights up as he tilts his head, clinging to your hand. 

"Me?" You question.

"Oh, I hope you remember. I suppose I am forgettable. We emailed... how pathetic I must sound," he chuckles at himself.

"No, I remember," you wiggle your hand and look at it, still trapped in his grip.

"Apologies," he lets you go, fingers brushing your palm reluctantly, "I only... I was disappointed when you disappeared."

"I disappeared?" You frown. "You never answered my last message."

"I..." he pauses, "I was in communication with Hansen, he said he preferred to take on the negotiations himself."

"Oh," you nod. Lloyd never mentioned that. "Of course, I'm so... careless. I have so much going on. I... I should've said goodbye. I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he pleas, "you've nothing to be sorry for. I should be. I might make it up to you. You like wine, so let us grab a bottle and catch up."

"Catch up," you muse meekly, "you make it sound like we're old friends."

"Aren't we?"

"Emails..." you murmur.

He laughs as he turns and goes to the wine rack, ignoring the puddle of glass and wine by his feet.

"That was the last bottle," you say dully.

"There must be a cellar, I'm certain the best vintages are there," he turns as he pokes his finger into the air, "let us go scavenge."

"Uh, that's nice and all but I think... cookies are just fine for me."

"Cookies?" He comes back to you, eyeing the bag in your hand, "shortbread. My favourite."

"Oh, well, erm, if you want some--"

"Only if you come with them," he meets your gaze and you shy away at his implication.

You open your mouth but no sound comes out.

"I mean, I'd like to eat them with you. Share them," he stammers slightly, another rocky chuckle escapes him, "I've been on the road long, I'm afraid I'm bit delirious."

"It's fine, I wouldn't want to-- you and your men should settle in and maybe tomorrow--"

"Tonight. Right now. I can't wait. I'm not known for it," he seizes your hand, "come, meet my men."

"I... please," he tugs you, moving you with little effort, "I'm only an assistant."

"Bring your cookies," he insists, ignoring your protests.

You can't stop him. Your soles squeak and slide under you as he drags you into the hall and through the wide archway of the dining room. The men at the table are drunk and a few whistle as you pass by, even as female agents sit smattered among the group.

Valhalla brings you to the head of the table and claims the empty chair awaiting him. Before you can react, he lifts you onto his lap, his arm firm against your back.

"Wait-- what are you--" you can barely catch your breath with how fast everything is moving, "I really should-- Lloyd will be back soon and I have to--"

"Forget him. I want to know about you," he bows his head, focusing on the cookie bag as he slips his fingers through the open top. He plucks one out, admiring it before holding it out to you, "please, you first."

You go to take the cookie from him, shifting on his leg, uncomfortable as you hear the snickers from the table. You must look ridiculous. This man is like a storm, he just comes in and blows everything out of sorts. He pulls the cookie away from your reaching fingers, instead hovering it before your mouth. You swallow, too humiliated to look anywhere but him.

"I can--"

He shakes his head and presses the shortbread to your lips, quieting you. You open your mouth and bite into the crumble buttery goodness. You snap your teeth shut and chew stiffly, lowering your eyes as he watches you. He tosses the rest of the biscuit into his mouth and hums.

"Delicious," he remarks as his fingers tickle the back of your arm, "now, we have tonight. Tomorrow we can work, but now, you will tell me everything."

"Lloyd--"

"Not him," he interrupts again, "you," he cups your chin in his hand, "I travelled all this way, won't you humour me just a little?"

You rub your lips together. What can you say? Every time you try to come up with something, it begins 'Lloyd...' Is there even anything interesting about you? Have you lost yourself so completely to your own foolish crush?

"Tell me," Valhalla rests his hand on your shoulder more firmly, "anything. Tell me your favourite cookie. Just speak and I will listen."

You look at him again. Listen? How long have you longed for someone to do just that? To be heard? To be seen? It's almost as if he knows and is heeding that desperate call inside of you.

"The little..." you put your fingers up to show the size you have in mind, "jam-filled ones," your voice grows less wobbly as you speak, "with the bit of custard."

"Ah, those are a delight," he proclaims, "my brother is overly fond of those. I caught him sneaking some at the family holiday last year-- anyhow, he is another matter. I see it, you are sweet, you like sweet things." He frames your face with his hand, "and you have a sweet voice, tell me more.”

"I..." you begin and push your shoulders into a shrug. You take out a cookie, needing to do something with your hands, "I'm not that interesting."

You nibble on the cookie as he laughs again. Not mean or judgmental like Lloyd, just fun. You focus on chewing, wilting away as you feel him watching you.

"I'm interested," he intones, his timbre blowing through you.

You don't know what to say. There are no words. It's like you're the centre of the world in that moment, or at the least, of his. A man you hardly know, a man you only ever encountered in text.

Or maybe you're all wrong. Maybe you're misinterpreting every word he says. Just like you did with Lloyd. Searching for any sliver of longing.

"In fact," he leans back, rubbing your back casually, "you're the only interesting thing I've found in this place."

❤️‍🩹

The night sweeps you up like a whirlwind. You don't quite remember it ending, waking up in bed with remnants of the evening dancing in your mind. Valhalla's voice nips at you, sending spirals over your flesh, zapping every nerve as it echoes in your ears.

You almost feel guilty that he's your first thought. How he never looked away, never spoke to anyone else, only you. His entire focus was yours.

And yours was his. You listened to his stories, mentions of his family, though his reputation never suggested sentiment. His tales of firefights made comical by his retelling. The way he described his homeland like some mystical paradise. He filled the void left by your own boring life.

You stretch and roll over, sitting up as something dangles down your chest. You look down. Still inhe same hoodie you wore all night was a charm hanging between the strings. You take it between your fingers and examine the medallion, a bullet lodges into it, the burn of gunpowder seared around it. Strange.

A waft of amber and citrus clings to the sweater. You dare to take a whiff before you stand. It smells like him.

You peel off your sweater reluctantly and hang it, opting to skip the hamper. You strip your leggings and your undershirt and pick a fresh outfit. Something more appropriate.

You force yourself into the shower and come out feeling awake. You pull on each piece; a pair of stiff slacks and a striped blouse, paired with a gray blazer. Your usual dull attire.

You sit and slide into a pair of leather flats. The mornings aren't usually hard. Something is different. Something has changed.

You head downstairs and find several staff working at tidying the previous night's ribaldry. You enter the kitchen and set the keurig to brew a cup as bodies scurry around you. Everyone has their place here; you, Rico, and Lloyd.

But not Valhalla.

At the very thought of him, a blaring horn takes over. Your ears throb and you forget your mug as you race to the front door. There's a man passed out against the wall in his own puke. Wonderful.

You pull open the left door as the gate opens and tires bounce over the paved drive. Lloyd is behind the wheel to your surprise, laying into the horn as he skids to a halt. Grumbling comes from behind you as Rico drags his feet and peers out over your head.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

The alcohol lingers in his breath. You step outside to escape his stench. Lloyd swings open the door and hops out, smiling at the sky as he presents himself as some great hero returned home.

“Morning, fuckers!” He bellows.

Silence, only an odd rhythm. You realise as a figure jogs around the east wing that it's footfalls. You turn to look as Rico and Lloyd do the same. It's him, Valhalla, running towards you.

He smiles, unaffected by his brisk pace as he nears, a smile on his face as he waves. He slows and you get a clear sight of his shirtless torso. He wears only running shoes and a pair of riskily short shorts. 

There's a sheen of sweat over his skin but he hardly seems spent. His veins bulge beneath his skin and his muscles are thick but toned. His chest is broad and trimmed in golden hair, every part him immense and statuesque.

You almost let out the ‘wow’ as it creeps up your throat.

“Who the fuck is this ken doll?” Lloyd asks as he points to Valhalla.

“Ah, you must be Hansen,” Valhalla ignores his brusque question and holds put his hand.

“Who's asking?” Lloyd rests his hand on his holster.

Valhalla smiles and gives his name, unfaltering as he keeps his hand put. Lloyd doesn't shake it as he scowls. He looks the larger man up and down.

“You're early.”

“Or you're late,” Valhalla challenges and turns, clapping his hand on Lloyd's shoulder as it goes unshaken, “I thought you'd be bigger.”

Lloyd tilts his head, a grimace twisting his features, “huh?”

“I must day, it's a nice property,” Valhalla continues, gesturing to the house. He smirks and gives you a wink, “very welcoming.” He grips Lloyd's shoulder and pulls him closer, “I could get you somewhere even bigger. How about that?”

Lloyd squints at Valhalla, head craned awkwardly, “yeah?”

Valhalla smiles, “let's talk.”

#lloyd hansen #thor #dark lloyd hansen #dark thor #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!thor #thor x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #mcu #marvel #avengers #fic #au #series #multifandom #dark fic #dark!fic

[atruewarrior]

I think it fascinating that when the reality of the situation finally started to sink in, Thorfinn’s first reaction was utter disbelief. Without the dialogue, it’s easy to chalk it up entirely to Thorfinn watching the purpose of his existence evaporate right before his eyes. And that is partially true. But the wording: “You’re going to die? YOU?” That’s an interesting choice—incredible even. It’s almost as if the notion of Askeladd dying was surreal to him. Unfathomable. Which is funny because up until that point, all Thorfinn had ever thought about and striven for was to kill him. That had been his drive for over half of his life. His keeping his promise to avenge Thors meant the death of Askeladd—was the killing of Askeladd. But had Thorfinn ever truly understood what that entailed? Did he comprehend what finally beating Askeladd in a duel meant? And if he did, was it even what he wanted, deep down? Because the incredulity that overtook his expression right before he gave in to his habitual rage gives me to believe that he didn’t. In that moment, right after Askeladd drew his last breath, Thorfinn was not only empty because he’d lost his reason for living, his great purpose, but also because Askeladd was gone; the immortal Viking; the clever mercenary who’d always survived; the conniving leader who’d always found a way out for him and his men. The man who’d, in some way or another, brought him up was no more, gone forever, and I think that this realization, of having lost yet another significant figure, freaked him out as much—if not more—than the idea of having his revenge slip right through his fingers.

#all of this to say that thorfinn (whether he knew it or not) cared about askeladd more than just as an enemy he wanted to kill #askeladd #thorfinn #vinland saga #peakland saga #vinsaga meta

[chaotic-tired-fox]

In terms of getting really obscure facts about my Special Interests(tm) I am a master.

So here’s a whole bunch of obscure Resident Evil facts for y’all!

Part two: here!

Part three: here!

Lemme know if any of these surprised you or if you knew any of these!

☠️ Leon is scared of lightning (Astraphobia) but not thunder. (RE6)

☠️ Chris has a fear of late night phone calls because that’s how he learned of his parents death.

☠️ Piers is very heavily implied to be Bisexual due to a file in Revelations 2 (his concept art also implies this, if you know you know)

☠️ The Hound Wolf Squad is the only squad Chris has had that have all survived the entire game.

☠️ Wesker and Birkin were childhood friends

☠️ The Cerberus are all clones of each other which is why they’re all Doberman

☠️ Leon is a terrible driver, crashing one of just about every vehicle type including cars, a boat, a motorbike, a plane and a helicopter.

☠️ Sheva is one of the only left handed characters

☠️ Wesker wore glasses to hide his emotions (and later his red eyes)

☠️ Chris can play Bass guitar

☠️ Ada Wong isn’t her real name

☠️ Vector is Japanese

☠️ Vector is the only character that can canonically turn invisible (Hunk can too but only in various mercenary modes)

☠️ Hunk is said to respond emotionally to the name ‘Bella’

☠️ The USS soldier who shot Birkin and started the outbreak had the callsign ‘Ghost’

☠️ Nighthawk has two call signs, the other being ‘Lone Wolf’

☠️ Barry Burton and Wesker are the same age however Wesker appeared to stop aging at 38 years old after infection.

☠️ Jake Muller was conceived before Wesker was infected with the Progenitor Virus making his immunity to the C Virus a plot hole.

☠️ Lobo is the only member of the Hound Wolf Squad that had worked with Chris prior to Village. See Heavenly Island

☠️ Piers was introduced in the comic The Marhawa Desire set before RE6

☠️ Chris and Jill both know 7 fighting styles. Leon knows 6

☠️ Lady Dimitrescu is highly implied to be Lesbian

☠️ Heisenberg was the one who told Chris and the Hound Wolf Squad about Miranda (though planned to betray them from the beginning)

☠️ Ethan’s immortality was gained back in RE7 at the dinner table scene with the Bakers as they resurrected him after Jack killed him.

☠️ Piers and Claire kept in contact via email and later phone calls up until his death in China. It is implied he told her nothing about Chris’s amnesia at the time.

☠️ Jill Valentine learned to lock pick from her father who was a French thief

☠️ Leon once considered suicide after the events of RE2 but stayed alive because Sherry needed him

☠️ Leon’s parents were both criminals who died when he was a child. He was inspired to become a cop after the one who rescued him.

☠️ Hunk had an intense rivalry with Nicholai which is why he interfered so much with Vector and Wolfpack.

☠️ Birkin prided himself on being the youngest Umbrella researcher at only 16 until a 10 year old Alexia Ashford came along.

☠️ Wesker made his own blueprints for anti BOW weaponry which later inspired the creations of Thor’s Hammer and modifications based on his original Samurai Edge called the AW Model

☠️Jake Muller is an incredibly gifted pianist

☠️ Chris Redfield was a notorious prankster during his days at STARS

☠️ When Chris went missing after Edonia one of the people Piers contacted was Sheva.

☠️ Leon and Wesker never meet nor interact directly

☠️ Hunk has also never interacted with any of the main characters including Wesker

☠️ During RE2 Wesker/Ada and Hunk were working against each other to obtain the G Virus unknowingly

☠️ Some, if not all of Wolfpack survive the Raccoon City outbreak after sparing Leon, Claire and Sherry and betraying Umbrella.

☠️The BSAA were actively working against Chris and the HWS in Village, implying to even have the green light to kill them.

☠️ Zoe Baker after RE7 is implied to have become an informant for Chris Redfield and a journalist

☠️ Hunk agreed to personally train Vector after they fought to a draw. Vector is also the only character to ever escape from Hunk’s neck snapping headlock.

☠️ The USS were Umbrella’s personal army whilst the UBCS were just hired mercenaries and in the end considered a liability

☠️ Simmons from RE6 was one of the ones responsible for passing the vote to blow up Raccoon City

☠️ About 10% of humans have immunity to the T-Virus and Umbrella never figured out how

☠️ Chief Irons was straight up a serial killer able to cover his tracks thanks to Umbrella’s involvement while also being paid to stay quiet about their experiments

☠️ Hunk developed his own fighting style called Close Quarters Quarantined Battle Zone after Umbrella’s downfall in 2003 in which he became a legendary mercenary.

☠️ Thanks to Shadows of Rose, Chris is implied to still be working well into his 60’s as well as the Hound Wolf Squad.

☠️ ‘K’ from Shadows of Rose is heavily implied to be an older Canine from the HWS

☠️ The new Death Island CGI movie is not only the first time we’ll see Jill in the timeline since 2009 but also the first time we’ll see Leon and Jill onscreen together

#resident evil #resident evil village #chris redfield #resident evil 2 #resident evil hunk #leon s kennedy #jill valentine #albert wesker #william birkin #jake muller #sherry birkin #resident evil 6 #sheva alomar #resident evil 5 #ethan winters #rose winters #resident evil 7 #resident evil 8 #umbrella corporation #leon kennedy #ada wong #piers nivans #claire redfield #hound wolf squad #lady dimitrescu #karl hesienberg #barry burton

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Summary: When a video of you and Loki goes viral, the world weighs in on your relationship. One comment in particular grates at Loki because it came from your mother.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: some angst; mentions of firearms, explosions, and axes at the beginning; light cussing; shitty parenting [let me know if i missed anything]

Things to be aware of: slightly insecure Loki hours

"Romanoff, your 5 o'clock!!" you bellowed from behind your cover, aiming at the head of the mercenary three feet away and sneaking up with an axe aimed at her head. You pulled the trigger before he could pull back and throw. 

The Russian looked back at the fallen mercenary and then at you, nodding once as both acknowledgement and gratitude. You peeked from behind the still upright slab of broken wall you were using as cover, firing at the mercenaries once more, trying to get them to at least stop firing at Nat so she could get to the case of botched super soldier serum that the group had somehow acquired. 

You heard a muffled call of your name vaguely somewhere behind you, but with the mercenaries now firing at you, you couldn't really afford to look back. When you ducked behind the wall once again to reload your pistol, you heard the sound of a much larger weapon firing and headed for your direction. 

"Y/N!!" You turned your head in the direction of the loud cry of your name, finding Loki charging toward your direction, his arms outstretched pointed at something to your right. When you looked, you were floored to be three feet away from a rocket pointed directly at you floating midair, surrounded by the unmistakable green of your boyfriend's magic. 

He made quick work to turn the trajectory around back to the shooter before running toward you and shielding you both from the explosion with his cape. "Are you alright, darling?" His hand cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek, almost making the world and the chaos around you fade away. 

"I'm fine." You held the side of his face, pulling him until his forehead was leaning against yours. "Mischief, I'm okay. Go. Finish the mission, remember?"

"You are more important to me than this mission. I'm bringing you to the exfiltration point. Now, my love." 

"We can't go. Nat's still there. Getting the serums. I have to cover her. She's my partner—"

"And you're my priority," he insisted. You gave him a look, as if pleading that he see your reason, making him sigh. "You cover Agent Romanoff. I will cover you." 

"Thank you." You pulled him towards you and he wrapped his arm around you as he pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "I love you." And then you turned back and began to shoot at the mercenaries again.

"I'm clear. I got the serums," Nat's voice rang through your earpiece. 

"I'm clear, too. Let's go." 

When you three got back to the Quinjet, you were greeted with one smirking Tony Stark. "You two chaotic lovebirds," he said, pointing a finger between you and Loki. "A bystander took a video of you two. Kissing. You're going viral." 

criticalhitavengers: Hold on. Y/N and Loki? Yeah. No. Hard pass. Babes you can do so much better than him. thorshammerjonathan: Loki saving Y/N from a literal missile? Hot. I approve. Loki kissing Y/N and seeing her mouth "I love you"? He should have turned the missile toward me I think a part of my soul died. Why him? I'd rather she dated Bucky than him. avengingmomma: Y/N, I'm so proud of you for becoming an Avenger but why did you have to go and date Loki? Thor was right there, sweetie. It's so disappointing to have to see you settle.

The words on the screen had barely bothered Loki until he saw the last comment. The motherly tone used to address you didn't sit right with the god, as if you were so familiar to her, and she believed that she had the right to speak to you like this. 

And to bring his brother into the conversation was below the belt. He knew that you held no affection towards his brother, and that Thor in turn held none for you beyond friendship, but the thought always haunted him that one day you would desire to be with somebody…less tainted. Someone who hadn't caused the death and destruction that he both directly and indirectly did.

Someone less hateful, less spiteful, less…Loki.

"Sweetie?" Your voice broke him out of his spiraling thoughts. "Are you alright?" 

The question poured out of him before he could stop himself. "What was your mother's name again?" 

"Audrey Y/L/N. Why? Did she do something?" Your line of questioning felt unusual, as if there was this level of distrust already between you and your mother. Even stranger, that tone gave him enough comfort to simply pass you his phone so that you could have the context behind his question. 

"It seems she has some opinions about our relationship." 

You let out a frustrated sigh. "Fucking Christ, this again? She really doesn't know when to let something go, huh." 

He took hold of your hand as you positioned yourself next to him on the bed, laying your head on his chest as he wrapped his arm around you, stroking your side gently. "What do you mean 'again', darling?" 

You handed him back his phone and draped your arm across his waist, absentmindedly starting to trace indistinguishable patterns on his skin. "She's been on this since 2012." His hand stilled its movements, fingers splaying over your stomach. "Since the Battle of New York. I was in college, and your faces were all over the news. At that time she was pestering me for not having a boyfriend and giving me a hard time over having 'impossible standards'--"

"To be fair, my love, if we will be considering our current situation, your standards seem to be a thousand years old, not of this planet, and…well, a god." His quip made you cease your pattern tracing on his skin as you held on to him tightly and tucked your face into his chest trying to muffle your laugh; meanwhile he let out his own set of chuckles as he held you tighter against him. "I would say that your standards seem difficult to reach." 

As you let out even less restrained laughs against his chest, he could feel his heart swelling with love for you. He felt such a comfort being able to speak so freely without you judging him, especially without you telling him to stop talking. And to have you receiving his words the way he intended? Listening to him? He had no inkling on whether you knew how much he treasured this very moment with you. How he wanted to immortalize it in his memory as a moment of light if ever he found himself wandering towards the darkness ever again.

When your laughter subsided, the god felt his heart pick up as you placed a kiss on his chest before asking, "Where was I again?" 

"Impossible standards," he prompted you, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips as you looked up into his eyes. 

"Right…well she saw your brother's face on the news and she said something along the lines of wanting me to end up with someone like Thor." His body went rigid at the very thought. "I told her that he wasn't my type. He was too…muscly, too clean cut, too simple. Too…Asgardian Barbie." Your analogy caused the god to break out in laughter once more, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "And then…she told me that if I were to ever meet any of you in person she was positivethat I would end up falling for blondie." You rolled your eyes to punctuate your opinion on your mother's botched prediction.

"And what did you tell her?" A smile grew on his face as he watched your cheeks grew pink at his question. "As much as I adore that color on your skin, my darling, now you've piqued my interest." He lightly poked your side, causing you to let out a stream of giggles. "What's going through your mind that has you so flushed, my precious little mortal?" 

"I told my mother, with my entire chest and with the adolescent indignance of my 18-year old self…Watch me meet them and end up falling for the brother." He felt like his heart had stopped at your words. He lightly grasped your chin, urging you to look at him, and he was floored at the sincerity and the love shining in your eyes. "I suppose even back then I knew." 

"Knew what?" At this point he was surprised there was even any air in his lungs.

"One look at you and I knew there were no standards. There's just you." You placed your hand on his shoulder and he pulled you closer towards him before proceeding to gently rolling you over to your back and reversing your positions. Once he was hovering over you he captured your lips with his in a tender kiss, his hand freely roaming your body, relishing in the soft muffled whimpers coming from you reacting to his touch.

"I love you," he murmured against your lips as you gasped for breath. "My darling girl." 

"And I love you, my absolutely perfect standard-defying god." You pulled him to you for another kiss. "So don't listen to anything anyone says about us. None of them matter. Not even my mother. I will love you until my final moment. The day I stop loving you is the day I stop breathing. Not a day sooner." 

Considering how inactive you were on social media, the world was floored to open Instagram one day to find a video from you, sitting in front of the simple backdrop of the black bedroom wall, with your hair down in soft waves instead of the tactical braid that most of the world saw when you were out in the field and wearing simple makeup as if you were about to make an announcement.

Which you were.

"I understand that…many of you who follow me and the rest of my fellow Avengers have been expressing your opinions about my relationship. We'd never felt the need to publicize the knowledge of said relationship, but considering the video that went viral a few days ago, we now feel the need to let it be known. Yes, I am in a relationship with Loki. And for anyone who has any strong opinions about that, I just want it out there that you can shout it to the high heavens all you want, but the fact of the matter is there's no one better, and there never will be anyone better. Not for me. 

"But in truth most of your opinions don't matter, and this video is not intended for the majority of you. This is just for one of you. Mother? Audrey? Back the fuck off. Your sentiments were annoying ten years ago and they're downright exasperating now. I am in love. And I am over the fucking moon with happiness. And nothing you say online or off is ever going to change that. But since I do have a modicum of respect left for you, I will do this." 

You tucked your hair behind your ear, making sure that there was more than ample time for the viewers to see the emerald engagement ring on your finger. Then you kept your hand tucked under your chin at such an angle that the ring was still in plain view.

"So that you don't have to be front and center of an event that you believe will be so disappointing for you, you're not coming to the wedding. You don't get to walk me down the aisle and pass me on to the man I love. That honor? Will be Thor's. Have the day you deserve." 

A/N: I've had this story planned out for a while now…like weeks ago, but the minute I decided that this untitled oneshot was going to be named 'lavender haze' because of the song from Midnights, the words started flowing and now it's finally here.

Fun fact (or not so fun fact depending how you look at it): the whole "watch me fall for the brother" is an actual thing I said to my mother back in 2012 when the first Avengers movie came out and she was hell bent on getting me to crush on Thor. So I told her "we can return to this conversation in ten years and my answer will stay the same. In fact no, we can come back to this in ten years and I'll tell you I ended up falling for Loki."

And now we're here. In 2022. Hi, Mom 🤣🤣🤣

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Falling

The Outcast - Falling

Summary: There is beauty in the heart of winter, especially when shared with someone special

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 3,300 (ish)

Warnings: Longing, hard on and masturbation implied (not explicit), violence towards a rabbit (sorry buddy, they've got to eat)

Author’s Note: Not going to lie, I had a hard time getting this one out into words, but I did it. Also not going to lie, I listened to "Can you feel the love tonight" by Elton John to set the mood while writing this.

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Of the many things that had eluded Pero in his time, peace was one of the most evasive. It had once been a friend when he was a child, innocent of the harsh realities outside his family's homestead, but it slowly wandered away from him as he was exposed to the world beyond, and it had finally fled him the year he'd lost his entire family.

It only worsened when he became a mercenary out of pure necessity, no longer haunted only by events he could not have prevented.

At times, even in war, the world could be serene, but not for Pero, whose thoughts darkened whenever they were left to roam with nothing else to turn to.

He had learned to hate complete silence. As much as he sometimes groaned over William's waffling, in the end it had helped ease his mind, fill it with anything but what the monster at the back of his head wished for him to focus on. Being around his friend had made life a little more tolerable.

It was different with you. You hardly spoke most days, unless you deemed it necessary. You seemed to thrive on it, the silence, and at first Pero envied you, until he stumbled into peace once more.

Sometime in the dead of winter he found it again, discovering it had not been as far out of his grasp as he'd once thought. It had just taken some coaxing, luring out by the nature of the way you lived and the nature that surrounded you.

In many ways living with you reminded him of his childhood. After over two decades he found himself once more secluded, left to focus on his basic needs and the needs of the animals he found himself caring for.

Many of his fellow mercenaries would have found it boring compared to the thrill of battle, one he'd had a love/hate relationship with, but he'd surprisingly settled well back into the lifestyle once he'd given it a chance.

In truth, this life could never be dull. Even with your quiet, even with your consistent schedule, the animals would not let it be so. On any given day a goat may escape its paddock or a horse might find itself tangled up in something (the latest had been Thor's nasty run in with some fallen branches from a hawthorn tree after he'd jumped the boundary of his pasture again).

Even when they weren't busy escaping, the animals sometimes got into trouble other ways or caused mischief.

You had one particular event you liked to remind him of most, to taut him with, on those days you were feeling playful. He'd been assisting you with the feeding of your billy goats one morning when the youngest, the almost pure white one who was appropriately named Trouble, came up behind him and gave him a good, literal nip on the butt for no apparent reason other than being a goat. Even with the padding of his pants between his skin and the goat's teeth it had still left Pero sore for days, not that he had admitted it to you. No, you had enough fuel from seeing his face when it had occurred. Had been thrown into a fit of laughter over it many times since, to his dismay.

Despite his grievances with that particular goat, he did find plenty of pleasant times amongst them, even smiling on occasion at their daily antics when you weren't looking, of course.

While he kept that side of himself hidden from you, and you kept pieces of yourself from him, you still both learned much about each other by just being in close proximity.

You'd learned enough to be able to communicate with each other without spoken word, something that became invaluable during your hunts together.

It was especially useful on the days when voices easily echoed through the forest.

On one such day, when the air was crisp and the sun bright, you walked your horses in single file through the thick forest a quarter mile from your cottage, the snow almost up to your boots before the horses plowed through. Pero was in saddle on Thor and you were bareback on Clover as you often were. With your knowledge of the area Pero always let you lead, not that he really had any power to choose. You were strong willed and used to getting your way. His presence had not done anything to change that. He wouldn't have wanted it to anyway; his respect for you was too great.

About an hour into the hunt you abruptly halted Clover and looked over your shoulder at him, head angled downward. He followed the gesture and glanced at the ground by her mare's front feet. After peering at the spot for a few seconds he noticed what she had. Rabbit footprints. A trail of them that happened to follow the same path you both were on, though the much smaller creature had been able to hop along without sinking into the snow.

He gave you a nod to assure you he'd seen the same thing and pulled the bow he was carrying off his back as well as an arrow from a quiver that he had strapped over his shoulder. It was yours, but you allowed him borrow it whenever he joined you on hunts. You had a matching one, except yours was more lightweight. Yours was spread out on your lap, your arrows on your hip inside a smaller quiver.

You encouraged Clover to very slowly push through the snow as you watched for the rabbit to appear ahead and Pero did the same with Thor. When your eyes set on a fallen log in the path, the white rabbit appeared from behind it.

Pero saw you tense up and scanned ahead, eyes locking on the rabbit in a matter of a second or two. He had time to lift his bow into position and nock an arrow before you could, only by a moment, but it was long enough for him to fire on the creature.

The arrow landed at the animal's hind feet and it bolted, startled by the near miss. Pero cursed loudly over his lousy shot, but you kept your cool, still eying the rabbit and moving with it as it put distance between you both.

It felt entirely too long to Pero, but it was just enough before you released your arrow and sent it flying right into the rabbit's chest, instantly rendering it lifeless, its body flopping over on a patch of bare stone.

You glanced back at him with a smug expression on your face, eyebrows hiked up.

He scowled at you. "Lucky shot."

"It's called skill, Pero," you boasted, a broad smile plastered on your face.

Sometimes you reminded him of William. William had been almost supernaturally good at archery, and you weren't too far behind. Neither of you were humble about it.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was thoroughly impressed by you, even though being far outdone by yet another person wounded his ego. I ought to stick to swords, he thought bitterly.

"You're just mad a woman is better at something than you are," you added as you dismounted to collect the dead animal.

You weren't entirely wrong. It did sting more, but it wasn't the only reason. Pero knew he was generally a sore loser. As far as he was concerned though, it was useful. He was certain he'd survived many a battle out of his pure unwillingness to be showed up by opposing soldiers and mercenaries.

You squatted to snatch the limp rabbit up by its hind legs and approached him, nodding to the saddlebag attached to his saddle by a couple tie down straps.

He unbuckled the flap that closed the bag and opened it up so you could stuff the rabbit's body inside it.

"You wouldn't need to use mine if you had yours," Pero said pointedly, still not understanding why she hardly used her saddle. She'd once told him it was for warmth, to share body heat with her mare, but the weather that day could hardly be called bitter.

"I never do," she told him. "I could easily swing the body over Clover's neck with a rope. But then I'd risk losing the meat while racing you back."

He had no time to react to her words before she swung back up onto Clover's back and kicked her sides, sending her into a reckless canter through the forest, along the same trail they'd just stomped out.

Thor pranced in place, yearning to run as well, and Pero muttered to himself about how pointless it was to do so before letting his reins loose anyway, giving the stallion permission to bolt down the path after you both.

He'd never done this before. Let his horse run for the sake of it, and as wayward branches smacked him in the chest and face he was quickly reminded why. Moving at such speeds could be dangerous and it was an unnecessary waste of energy for any horse about to see battle or any that were recovering from one.

Neither was the case for Thor that day, and when the trees gave way to field Pero suddenly forgot all his other concerns.

He could see you several lengths ahead, flying head long into the soft morning breeze on Clover's wide back, the horse kicking up powder as she threw herself into a gallop, albeit a slow one due to the snow not being quite trampled down enough to prevent her from sinking into it.

He couldn't see much of you besides your winter coat as he trailed behind you, but for a moment you had your head thrown back, nose pointed to the sky, and he could sense the joy, imagine the wide grin on your face. It made his lips curl up and his heart skip in a way he could not explain if someone had asked him to.

He urged Thor into a pace that would allow him to keep up, and felt the same kind of thrill you were likely experiencing bubbling up in his chest. The rush of adrenaline one gets when you take a risk, not for survival, but for the hell of it. He'd experienced it plenty enough during his youth to remember what it felt like. It was a more than welcome feeling after so long.

He'd almost caught up with you when the cottage came into view and you started to slow Clover down, though the horse was hardly breathless. Pero pulled Thor up beside you, face neutral, once more hiding the side of him he'd deemed soft from you.

"Rabbit stew?" you inquired, a smile still adorning your face. "My grandmother created a recipe in her twenties that's to die for."

He grunted. "If you intend to fatten me up so I cannot leave come spring, your family's secrets are indeed the best route to success."

You chortled at his comment, and he almost laughed too. Almost.

"Amma's famous rabbit stew it is."

x

Pero ate so much rabbit stew for both his meals that day that he fell asleep by the fire after the last, waking only after the night was in full force. There was a blanket draped over him that hadn't been there before and he smiled slightly at the thought of you taking the time to shield his body from the chill that often found its way into your home after dark. You were always looking after him like that, even though you didn't need to, even though he was very capable of taking care of himself.

He liked that about you most, your selflessness. The kind that led you to care for a stranger, though you were hardly strangers by then, were you? At least not anymore.

Pero stood with a groan, his stiff, aching back and knees ever reminding him of his last two decades spent in battle and on horseback.

He glanced around the cottage for you, but you weren't there, and he wondered if it was early enough that you were still out feeding the animals. He donned his coat and made his way outside, surprised by the calm, stillness of the night. Usually night meant bitter wind.

The weather was not all he was surprised by.

Instead of being behind or in the barn, you were out in the field in front of the cottage, your upper body lying flat on Clover's bare back, though your butt and legs were still properly positioned for riding. Pero trudged your way, wondering what in God's name you were doing on your horse so late at night, until he got close enough to see that you were gazing up at the clear sky above you, studying the thousands of shining white specks, stars, that were spread across its midnight blue.

The peace in your expression almost made him turn back, not wanting to spoil your alone time, but something had him rooted to the ground he was standing upon a few yards from you, watching, taking in the view. Not of the sky, but of you. Your silhouette blended with Clover's in the dark, as if you'd morphed into a very flexible centaur, and he realized then that you did not ride bareback just for shared warmth, but also because of the oneness you felt with her when the saddle wasn't present. Clover was always more responsive to you when you left the saddle in the barn. She could read you better, as you could her.

His conclusion had Pero scrambling to recall the last time he'd felt at one with anything or anyone, but his mind blanked out. Though he'd been close to other people emotionally, had experienced physical intimacy of every kind, spiritual closeness had evaded him as well as he'd avoided devotion to any religion.

He had never yearned for that kind of connection until that night, as he observed yours with Clover and to the world around you. He could have watched you all night, lived vicariously through you.

You felt him near you before he could.

"Beautiful night," you declared, only just loud enough for him to hear. You did not turn your head to look at him, you just kept on talking, your eyes still focused on the heavens above. "It's not often it's clear enough to stargaze in the winter. I could not resist."

He cleared his throat. "No need to resist because of my presence. I will leave you to it and return to the cottage, if I am to presume the animals are already fed?"

You nodded confirmation that they were and sat upright, using nothing but your core strength to do it, and he had to adjust himself in his pants before you looked his way, aroused by your motion. If anyone asked, he could not deny his attraction to you, but he knew he could not act on it. You had shown no sign of feeling the same towards him, and he was your guest, so he dealt with his discomfort however he could when you weren't near enough to overhear him.

"I'd rather you join me for a ride," you said as your eyes fell upon him.

He arched his brows. "At this time of night?"

"I want to see if the dancing lights are out," you explained.

"Dancing lights?" Pero was lost. He had no idea what you were talking about.

"It's worth the trip to the top of the mountain," you promised. "Trust me."

Who was he to resist your plea?

He agreed to the ride and headed for the pasture, leading Thor out by his mane.

You frowned as you rode Clover over to the fence line. "Aren't you going to get your saddle?"

Pero stood at Thor's shoulder and readied himself to climb on, using a large rock to give him a little extra height. As tall as he was, he hadn't tried this in a long time and mounting from the ground with stirrups was already difficult enough for him.

“Not tonight,” he replied shortly, swinging up on his steed. It wasn't easy, even with the assist from the stone. He almost slipped back off by Thor's shoulder, but managed to cling on and straighten himself out, though his grunts of effort probably could have been heard for a mile. At least you seemed amused by his lack of grace, choking on the laugh bubbling up in your chest. As embarrassed as he was, Pero liked the sound of your laughter.

You forced a cough, trying to compose yourself, then silently guided him away from the farm, starting up the steepest side of the mountain, without any supplies.

He followed you hesitantly, praying a sudden storm would not form.

x

You rode towards the top of the mountain with a relaxed confidence, only occasionally twisting around to make sure Pero was still close behind.

He hung back a few yards, attempting to appear at ease, but you could tell your impromptu trip had spiked some anxiety within him. You wondered how much was because of who he was and how much was from his near death experience.

You felt an unexplainable twinge as you thought back to the fateful day that you'd found him. If you had never known him, if you'd been too late or hadn't stumbled upon him, you wouldn't know who you were missing, but you did know him, and there was pain in knowing how close you'd been to not sharing your life with him.

It was dangerous to your heart, thinking in such a manner, but even if all you could ever be were friends, even if he left in the spring and you never saw him again, you knew you wouldn't trade this winter with him for anything. Wouldn't trade the moment that came next as you crested your mountain and the rest of the chain it belonged to materialized into view, all eight of its companions snow capped and massive in their own right, most even taller than the one you'd claimed as yours.

But it wasn't the mountain range's beauty that you focused on that night - it was the glowing, dancing, green wavy lights in the sky that kissed a few of the other peaks.

You'd witnessed them a few times each winter since you'd moved into the cottage, but the lights never failed to cause you to catch your breath, to marvel at the beauty of it. You did not know why they only sometimes formed at night during the winter, why they formed at all, but you didn't need to know to enjoy the view.

"Do you have these lights in the south?" you asked Pero as Thor came to a stop alongside Clover.

"We do not," he answered, studying the sky before him, eyes narrowed, as if he were trying to figure out the source of the mysterious lights. "But I have heard of these lights before, from other mercenaries."

"Aren't they magical?" you questioned dreamily, staring ahead.

You heard him huff. "Magic does not exist. Just because we do not understand it doesn't make it supernatural."

"That's not the kind of magic I'm talking about," you told him, glancing in his direction. "I meant the kind of magic that we know has an explanation, even if we have not figured it out yet, but is still wondrous to us anyway. Like how a babe grows in their mother's womb, or how sometimes the ground shakes for no apparent reason. Episteme will not change the feeling I have every time I am blessed with witnessing these lights."

Pero nodded in understanding. "They are indeed, wondrous."

You glanced over to him again, finding his eyes on you instead of the lights, and your heart pounded in your chest as he smiled at you briefly. A real smile that filled your belly with warmth.

You wondered then if he felt the same for you as you did him, or if you were reading into things too much. If you were simply just a friend to him, a sister, maybe, or something more. You were too afraid to ask. Too convinced it didn't matter.

After all, come spring he would part from you, and you'd be alone once more.

You couldn't see the benefit in exposing yourself to that kind of heartbreak.

You wouldn't admit to yourself you'd already fallen.

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Tagged: @elegantduckturtle @harriedandharassed

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[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 23

Part 23: Who Do You Trust?

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Words: 4.6k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mob crime families, activities, domestic violence, miscarriage, and infidelity. References to kidnapping, non-con, imprisonment, and threats. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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“Can’t sleep?”

Steve looked up to see Dyson in his doorway. A quick glance at his watch revealed it to be just after 3 AM. Raking a hand through his hair, Steve shook his head.

What happened just a few hours ago had him shaken. Hansen brought a group of mercenaries to his home while he was gone, while the heads of the five families were meeting over the discord in the ranks that he called. And he didn’t even make it to the meeting.

What was this? The fucking Godfather? The bastard worked for Barnes. And Barnes wasn’t even trying to hide his contempt for Steve’s leadership. It was a direct challenge, and it required a swift and harsh retaliation.

His wife was sleeping in his bed upstairs. Since he’d announced his intention to marry her, to claim leadership of the families, Clint had been shot. A shop on his turf had been hit hard. And now this.

“Hansen was here for her.” Steve was direct. “He came so close.”

The concern on his man’s face mirrored what Steve felt in his chest. The side of Dyson’s face was bruised, his arm in a sling from the attack earlier.

Motioning to the chair on the other side of his desk, Steve said, “Please, have a seat. You should be resting.”

Dyson waved him off. “I’ll be fine, boss.” Still, he slowly made his way to that chair and took a seat.

“I’m thinking we have rat in our ranks,” Steve said finally.

Dyson’s expression was grim. He nodded.

“Someone knew where to find Clint that night,” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah, but Clint wasn’t where he was supposed to be.” Dyson blew out an exhale. “And then this horrible fight your sister got into with her husband.”

Fight, by all accounts, was putting it mildly. Since Clint had been shot, Steve had kept him away from Nat. To protect them both. Maybe Nat was unhappy about that and picked a fight with Bruce. It wouldn’t be the first time. Maybe…

“You heard anything about that fight?” Steve asked. “Since I didn’t make it over there. Or to the meeting of for that matter.”

“You not making the meeting was Barnes’ intention,” Dyson said angrily. “But Barnes was there, and fuck knows what he said to the others.”

Barnes likely tried. Tony wouldn’t just buy it. Neither would Sam. Thor? He could honestly go either way.

When Steve didn’t have anything to add to that, Dyson shook his head. “I put Scott on it, but he didn’t hear much. Thing I don’t like? No one has really seen Nat since that fight.”

Steve considered that. “What do you mean? I’ve talked to her.”

“Unless it was by video chat, you haven’t seen her.”

“What are you saying?” Steve knew what the older man was insinuating. “Yeah, Bruce has a temper on him. But…”

“They haven’t fought like this since she fell that time,” Dyson threw out there.

Steve blew out his frustration. “We’ve talked about this,” Steve told him. “She was too close to the stairs, and she fell.”

Dyson eyed him skeptically. “You really believe that? She broke and arm, a leg. Lucky she didn’t break her neck. And the baby…”

Steve stopped him there. “Yes, it was awful and I all but threatened Bruce to tell me the truth about that. You know I did.”

Dyson nodded at that.

“And what if that baby wasn’t Bruce’s, huh?” Steve pointed out. “You ever thought about that?”

“Sure, I have,” Dyson told him. “Bruce knew about the pregnancy. If he really thought it was his, why would he have gotten in a fight like that with her? Why take the risk?”

It was plausible that Bruce might have thought that. But for him to go after Nat like that? He still struggled to believe that. Surely to God Bruce would know better than to lay hands on his sister.

Nat was headstrong and irrational when she was upset. She’d been dramatic since she was born.

Still, something felt off.

“I’ll go check on her today,” Steve finally said. “I’d very much appreciate it if you kept this away from my wife.”

“Oh, it’s too late for that,” Dyson explained. “Clint moped around through dinner and the start of poker night. Scott brought it up. I tried to steer them off topic, tell them to mind their own business. Scott shut up. Your wife doesn’t have to. She thinks your sister is being brutalized. Her words.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “That’s because Nat’s been in her ear. But we need to manage that better. The one time she disobeyed me and left this house was with Nat.”

Dyson nodded his agreement.

Rising from his chair, Steve went to pour himself a bourbon. “You don’t think Clint is a concern, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we have a rat,” Steve had to say it, “Clint certainly has a motive.”

Dyson snorted. “If Clint was going to turn on us, don’t you think he would have done it before now? Clint followed orders. You wanted him to break your sister’s heart? He did. You want him to go to Europe so you could marry her off to Bruce? He did. Clint’s on the up and up.”

Maybe Dyson was right. But Steve wished he could keep him the hell away from Nat. He’d been so sure that Bruce could make it work, to care for his sister in a way that she deserved. His sister deserved better than a cluttered three-room apartment and a soldier who might not live long.

“Then there’s Belova,” Steve said. But he knew as soon as he said it what was coming.

“No,” Dyson said flatly. “Forget about it.”

“Things escalated when she came on the scene,” Steve replied.

“She wasn’t here when Clint got shot,” Dyson was quick to say. “Pretty sure she was here in this house when the shop got hit.”

“She’s supposed to be protecting my wife at the wedding,” Steve pointed out. “Kat and Hansen both got to her. And last night?”

Dyson was already shaking his head. “Hansen’s a psychotic son-of-a-bitch who caught her off guard at the wedding.”

There was something Dyson wasn’t saying. How did Yelena know Hansen?

“And last night? My wife is the one who shot Hansen,” Steve told him, taking a sip of his drink as he stood there. “It scares the shit out of me. They were already after her because of who her father was. Because she’s mine. Now this?”

“Hey, they got the drop of me,” Dyson said meaningfully. “Only reason you didn’t find my dead ass out there last night was because of Yelena.”

“Maybe she covered you,” Steve told him. “But twice now Hansen’s got the drop on her. Hansen is who is coming for my wife with Barnes’ blessing. If Yelena can’t handle him, she can’t protect my wife.”

Dyson didn’t like that answer. Steve could almost hear his mind working as he walked back to the desk and sat down.

“If not for Yelena, your wife might be gone,” Dyson explained. “Who taught her to shoot, huh?”

Steve remembered the cuff mark on her thigh on their wedding night. “I don’t remember asking anyone to teach my wife how to use weapons.”

“You wouldn’t.” Dyson chuckled.

His man didn’t have to finish that sentence. Steve knew in a given mood his wife with a weapon could possibly spell bad news for him down the road.

“Did you know?”

Shaking his head, Dyson held his gaze. “No.”

“I’m just supposed to accept someone teaching my wife to use a gun and God knows what else?” Steve wanted to know. “She got lucky last night. If she’d missed him, my wife would be gone, and we’d be having a different talk.”

Dyson gave him a look. “You think Yelena came up with that by herself? Think about it. Or did your wife ask her to show her some things?”

While Dyson just might be right, Steve wasn’t going to admit to that. “Belova is here on trial. I’ll be talking to her in the next day or so.”

“Talk to her,” Dyson told him. “She’ll listen. But you try and end that arrangement and it will be a full-on war with your wife.”

Steve knew it too. Still, there was something else he wanted to bring up.

“Yelena brought a woman here,” Steve reminded him. “Now, I’m told she was here to do my wife’s nails. But Neal said she looked familiar. He just couldn’t place her. You know anything I don’t?”

“What?” Dyson shook his head. “That woman was a beautician. I did the security check myself.” Dyson chuckled at that. “What do you think a cosmetologist is going to do?”

“Why did Neal recognize her?”

Dyson was still grinning. “How the fuck should I know? Neal is an uptight kiss ass. I’ve never liked him.”

“He’s a good man,” Steve replied.

“He’s a prick,” Dyson told him. “You want to look for rats, you might take a closer look at him.”

Steve realized that Dyson didn’t like Neal. But no one else had a problem with him and he’d proven himself over the last two years.

“How about Scott?” Steve asked.

Dyson side-eyed him. “Really?”

“How is Yelena?” Steve wanted to get off the topic.

The old man’s expression eased. “She’s concussed. But she’ll be okay according to doc. She just needs to take it easy for a couple of days. We’ve doubled security anyway.”

Holding up his hands, Steve didn’t take that on. “Fine. But I’ll be keeping a closer eye on her.”

***

You woke up at just after seven and you were alone. It felt strange as you stretched, sat up. Normally Steve woke you around five in ways that you had come to enjoy. Once he was done, you usually went back to sleep for a while. But today he was gone.

Then the night before all came back to you. The attack on the house. Hansen.

Scrambling to get a shower and get dressed, you were on a mission. Luca was surprised to see you burst into his kitchen the way you did. At first. But you asked him if he could get breakfast ready for Dyson and Yelena, planning to take it to them on trays.

“Dyson’s up already, he just left with Steve,” Luca explained.

“Who went with them?” you had to ask about security. Especially with everything that happened last night.

Luca pulled a face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he finally muttered. “There was some disagreement on who was going with them. Clint ended up going. But Scott and Neal are still here with us.”

“Steve’s going to check on Nat.” Pulling down a glass, you went for the orange juice in the kitchen. “That fight was bad then.”

Luca chuckled. “I know you didn’t see your old man all that much. And that was stupid on his part. But you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. Just like he did.”

Which was Luca’s way of confirming your suspicions. Okay then.

Pouring yourself some juice, you smiled. “Thank you. It’s just… I didn’t choose this life. But it’s mine now so I’m going to learn it.”

“I don’t doubt you,” he said, getting ingredients.

“Where’s Yelena?”

“Must still be in bed,” the cook went on. “I haven’t seen her.”

“She’s really okay?”

“Concussion,” Luca told her.

“Bastard,” you mumbled, hating Hansen. You didn’t know what happened between her and Hansen in the past. Yet another secret from the past that could come back and bite all of you in the ass. You decided then and there to see if she would tell you what happened there.

“So I’ll get on that breakfast for her.”

You hugged him. “Thank you.”

Luca always had a pot of coffee on. You poured a cup for Yelena. You knew she liked caramel, so you flavored It for her, grabbed a saucer, and headed for the stairs.

You apparently weren’t the only one heading for Yelena’s room. You saw Neal before he saw you and he stopped.

Schooling his expression, he said, “Were you looking for someone, Mrs. Rogers?”

“No. Were you?”

There it was. That impatient smirk. You’d seen it before at the hospital.

“I was just checking on Belova,” he explained benignly.

Yelena had a good rapport with Luca, Clint, and Scott. She put her best face on whenever your husband was in the vicinity. But Neal? You’d never seen them interact now that you thought about it.

“I’ve got it,” you told him. “But thanks.”

“You don’t need to trouble yourself with this,” he was curt. “It’s not your job to look after those of us who work for your husband.”

Oh. Oh. Did he really just talk down to you?

“It is if I want it to be,” you informed him. You couldn’t help it, but your anger rose. Things were already tense, so it didn’t take much. “I’ve never seen you and Yelena talk. It just struck me as odd.”

Oh, that pissed him off. You watched color seep up from the crisp white collar of his shirt.

“Maybe she wouldn’t be injured, Mrs. Rogers, if you hadn’t interfered.” Neal squared up a little, tall as Steve he towered over you. “More people could end up hurt if you continue playing a game that you’re not suited for.”

“I’m new to all of this,” you said slowly, glaring back at him. “It’s true. But I’m not so new that I think I need advice on any aspect of my life from a soldier. Are we clear?”

A muscle at the man’s jaw jumped. It took a minute, but he finally said, “Yes, Mrs. Rogers.”

You shook your head. Who did he think he was?

You waited until he went back the way he came, out of sight, before you tried the door. It was unlocked. You hoped Yelena was okay with you just letting yourself in. You were quiet, trying not to wake her with a start.

As it was, she was already up, scribbling furiously on a notepad on her lap. When her gaze met yours, you saw her tears.

“I brought you coffee,” you told her with a smile. “Are you okay?”

Her face crumbled then, and she buried her face in her hands, sobs shaking her entire body.

You hustled over, placing the coffee on her bedside table with care. It was hot. Then you took a seat on the edge of her bed.

“Yelena,” you told her. “I’m so sorry about your concussion. How do you feel?”

“Like a failure,” she told you.

Wrapping her up in your arms, you held her there. Your gaze drifted to the notepad she’d been writing on. All you had to do was skim the first couple of lines she’d written to realize it was a resignation.

Easing back from her, you made her look at you. “Yelena, we need to talk.”

Stoically, she tried to get a grip on herself. The tears continued to slide down her face and it was a struggle for her to meet your gaze.

“We do,” she said in a shaking voice. “And I accept responsibility for what happened last night. I will… leave today and –”

“What are you talking about? You’re not resigning. I need you,” you assured her.

“You could have been taken or killed,” Yelena’s voice was heavy with self-directed anger.

“But I wasn’t.” You watched her swipe at her tears. “I’m still here.”

“I froze,” she muttered. “I—”

“But I didn’t,” you went on. “Thanks to you.”

Shaking her head, she still looked miserable. “You may want me to stay. But if I don’t resign, your husband will insist I go.”

“Let him try,” you explained. “I’ll go with you.”

Still, your friend looked despondent.

“Yelena, don’t worry about your position here. You won’t lose your position. I promise you that. But I need to know what happened,” you said carefully. “You have a history with Hansen. And I’m not judging you. But—”

Now she looked afraid. Maybe you shouldn’t have said anything. You were about to try and change the subject when she blew out an exhale.

“I know what he said but he… was never my ex,” she said slowly. “I don’t think of him that way.”

Dread flooded your heart at those words. If he wasn’t her ex, what had happened?

“My father worked for Steve’s father, before I was born,” she explained.

You nodded, listening.

“Hansen, is just a little older than your husband,” Yelena continued. “He didn’t have family connections to our world, but he wanted to be part of it very badly. He is ambitious. From what I’m told, he wasn’t well liked when he started out. Your father wasn’t even willing to give him a chance. For a long time, the best he did was take odd jobs he got from the Starks. Things no one else wanted to do.”

You had a bad feeling about her part in this story, but you didn’t say anything.

“When I was small, the feds came after the families in a big way,” she went on. “Another soldier Hansen frequently worked with was gunned down. Hansen survived. Barely. My father and another soldier found him there in the street and they took him in, saved his life.”

You could tell from the tempest of pain and fear in her face that she wished the story had ended there and differently.

“He fooled my father who took him under his wing,” Yelena explained. “He got him on with your husband's family. Once Hansen physically recovered, he demonstrated who he really was. He was ambitious and cruel. Whatever it took to get the job done, he did it. My father was pretty brutal, but Hansen’s tactics didn’t sit well, even with him. Or Dyson. Still, regular as clockwork, he’d visit us. Every month, he’d come to our house to have dinner and catch up with my father. He’d ask my father to tell him stories about his life, fed his ego.”

More tears. You reached for her hand as she struggled to continue her story. She let you.

“By then, my mother had passed, and my brother was always out with his friends. I’d beg him to let me go to a friend’s house,” Yelena told you. “To go anywhere. But he insisted I stay and cook them dinner. It would be good for me to learn, my father said. He meant for me to marry someone in the business, just like you.”

That explained why she wanted to help you. But Yelena became a soldier. And you were about to hear how that happened.

“My father didn’t notice the way he’d leer at me,” she went on. “The minute my father’s back was turned, or he left the room, Hansen was focused on me. It made my skin crawl. I even tried to explain this to my father, but he’d shake his head. ‘Hansen knows you’re not for him,’ he’d tell me. ‘He wouldn���t dare try anything with you because he’d have to deal with me,’ he’d say. And that was true.”

Oh, God.

“That last year of my father’s life, my brother went off to college,” Yelena went on. “He went to Julliard. My father was so proud that he would be a great musician. A cellist. I wanted him to be proud of me. I did well in school. I wanted to be out there in the world, like my brother. My father instead planned to marry me off because he knew he didn’t have long. He would try to introduce me to young soldiers he worked with.”

You shook your head. What was wrong with these men?

“Hansen was furious,” Yelena explained. “On top of those damned monthly dinners, he started showing up outside my school and my job. He’d scare off anyone who tried to talk to me at my father’s bidding. After that, I was afraid to talk to any other boys who were interested in me. I was afraid he’d hurt them.”

Yelena had been way too young to be afraid like that. Like you, she hadn’t had a chance.

“When my father passed? Hansen…” A sob cut her off. “Hansen moved into our house and he… took me. I haven’t heard from my brother since the funeral, nor any other people in my family, since then. He must have threatened them… he must have…”

Your heart broke at the story she told. She’d just been a girl at the mercy of a psychotic brute. You held her, let her cry it out. Yelena was choking on her tears.

You were choking back fury. The same young woman had protected you, helped guide you. Regardless of what the bastard had done to her, he didn’t completely break her. Yelena was strong.

Still, you swore to yourself you would make him pay.

“You survived him,” you whispered, your own tears pooling in your eyes. “You got away from him.”

Yelena eased away, nodded. The sliver of pride that had her chin rising gave you hope.

“I was his prisoner for over a year,” she said finally. “I didn’t leave the house. I didn’t speak to anyone. I had no access to a phone, to any media. I thought I was going to die.”

“You didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” Yelena said like she still had to convince herself. “One day he came back from a job, and he was badly beaten up. I was able to overpower him. I got out.”

“Can I ask you something?” When she nodded, you went on. “You stayed here, in Boston. Why? Why didn’t you go anywhere else? You could have disappeared.”

“He would have found me,” she said simply. “He wouldn’t have stopped until he did. When he wants something, he’s the most ruthless person you’ve ever encountered. There was only one place where I could go and be safe. I had to be protected by one of the families.”

You felt sick. Really?

“But not as a wife,” you offered.

“No, I’m not suitable for that now,” she explained. “But after what I went through, using sex to meet my goals didn’t seem so unreasonable. I hooked up with a soldier in the Wilson family. It wasn’t a relationship. He wanted sex. I wanted someone to teach me. I learned the basics from him. After he pointed me in the right direction, I did the rest on my own. I became a soldier.”

“Oh, my God,” you muttered.

“My relationship wasn’t enough to protect me on its own. So I moved around a lot, couch surfed,” she went on. “Dyson knew me because he and my father both worked for the Rogers family. I ran into him one night and... He helped me get jobs here and there. He let me stay at his house when I needed it."

You must have made a face at that.

"He was living with you," she told you. "Dyson has a home. Apparently, he chooses to live here to keep an eye on you."

That thought had you smiling. Dyson was the closest thing you actually had to a father.

"He got me the gig at your wedding.”

And you were so grateful for that.

“When you offered me this,” she said slowly, “you didn’t realize that you saved me.”

You smiled through your own tears. “We are saving each other.”

“It’s the best life I can have now.”

“You can’t say that,” you told her. “You could be anything you wanted, Yelena. You could be happy one day. Maybe even find someone who cares about you.”

“No one would want me now,” she said bitterly. “I’m scarred, damaged.”

That son-of-a-bitch. Whatever he’d done to her had been awful. You didn’t need to have that explained to you.

But he would pay.

“But I promise,” Yelena told you. “As long as I live, I will not let him do to you what he did to me.”

“I believe you.” You meant it. “And I’m really hoping you’ll stay by my side. I need you.”

“It may not be our choice.”

You didn’t miss her meaning.

“It will be my choice,” you assured her. “Don’t worry about that. Right now, rest. Luca is making your breakfast right now.”

She shook her head. “You’re taking care of me. That’s not how it’s supposed to go.”

“Fuck tradition,” you told her. You tore off the page she’d been writing on and ripped it in half. “I could care less how any of this is supposed to go. Now rest.”

***

Bucky smiled when Katerina opened the door of her apartment, showing off her assets in a barely-there negligee. The deep plum color flattered her. The painted smile she flashed had him looking forward to the evening ahead.

As he walked in, he saw there were artfully placed candles to set the mood. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air. There was a sumptuous charcuterie board with wine and glasses waiting for him, as she led him to the sofa.

“I missed you,” Kat promised him, her dark eyes sparkling.

Did she? Or was it her allowance that he continued after Rogers broke off from her?

It didn’t really matter. Bucky had plenty of money and Kat had something valuable to offer him in addition to sex. And the sex was pretty fantastic.

Bucky sank down onto her couch, letting her take a seat in his lap. She grinned to feel his hardness beneath her. Her slender hands slid up around his neck and she kissed his mouth with care and finesse.

Ending the kiss, he blew out an exhale. There was a little bit of business to attend to first.

“What’s on your mind, lover?” Kat asked sweetly.

Grinning, Bucky pulled his phone from his pocket. Hansen had sent him the picture an hour or so ago.

The smile faded from Kat’s face as she looked over the picture of the girl looking fearfully at the camera.

“I don’t want to see her.” She was pouting.

“Take a closer look,” Bucky bid her. “She’s not who you think.”

Kat looked at him in confusion. Then she really studied the picture. “Who? Who is she?”

“She’s nobody special to you,” he explained. “But she is missing.”

“Aside from the fact that she looks like her,” she wouldn’t say Mrs. Rogers, “why does she matter?”

“She works in a local donut shop,” Bucky told her as he pocketed his phone. “I need you to make sure your sister knows that. I want her to make sure Bruce Banner knows that.”

A smile slowly curved those sensuous lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I can do that.”

“But you want something?” Bucky wondered if she knew how easy she was to read.

Kat nodded, her long glossy curls catching the light. “I want to know why.”

That was the best part. And if Kat were going to continue helping him burn down Steve Rogers’ life, well, he decided he really should tell her something.

“Well, the last mission I sent you on worked spectacularly,” Bucky told her with a grin, brushing a kiss over her bare shoulder. “Apparently Mr. and Mrs. Banner had quite a fight.”

“Why does that matter?” she asked, very interested in the answer.

Bucky brushed another kiss over her neck. “It matters because the girl in that picture worked in a shop on Steve’s turf. Her older sister was best friends with Natasha in college. That should push Steve’s sister deeper into her current hysteria.”

The smile was brilliant now. “You’re pulling his entire world apart, aren’t you lover?”

“That’s the plan.” Bucky continued to press kisses to her warm skin. “To show him there’s no one I can’t reach. That no one around him is safe. Not the people he’s supposed to protect. Not his sister. Not his men… Not his new bride.”

The pout was back. “You should have taken her, not that girl.”

Hansen had come pretty close.

Bucky kissed those pouty lips. “In time,” he whispered against them.

@valsworldofcreativity

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#His Inheritance #Mafia au #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers #Mafia daughter reader #Yelena Belova #Bruce Banner #Natasha Banner #Clint Barnton #Lloyd Hansen #Donut Girl #Scott Lang #Dark fic

[anxiousnerdwritings]

4th wall breaking reader watching the x-men and avengers fight, whilst talking to their audience : I legally don't get paid enough for this

Both teams hearing this:👀

nah but I do see both teams hearing this and trying to use money to get the reader to join upping the price almost constantly an tryna make an offer they cant refuse

Totally! The Avengers would mostly get Tony to shill out the money to pay for the Reader but I’m sure Steve, Natasha, Tony and Clint have inquired to Fury about S.H.I.E.L.D funding to keep the Reader around since they probably do help out with stuff and are sent on missions. Not to mention Thor probably brings jewels and other various valuables from Asgard to add to the Reader’s price. And Peter sometimes brings in his piggy bank once in awhile to add what he can.

Meanwhile, Charles, Erik, Emma, Logan, Raven, Warren, and some other wealthier mutants (ex: Sunspot/Roberto) would all add their money into the mix to afford to keep the Reader on their side and with them. Not to mention if there are any other mutants in general whose powers help get their hands on more money or conjure/create it(?) it would help as much as possible to up the ante.

Plot twist: 4th-Wall-Breaking!Reader is actually very well off due to all the money they’ve gotten from being a mercenary and maybe from their family or something. They don’t really need the money from either team but hey if they’re offering then why not.

#anxious answers #yandere avengers #yandere x men #yandere avengers concept #yandere x men concept #yandere marvel #yandere marvel concept #yandere concept

[onecantsimply]

Record of Ragnarok x Reader  Masterlist

Got tired of scrolling on my profile- So I’m making a masterlist- 

The amount of tags on here is disgusting-

Lmfao my JTR masterlist is filled gat dayum-

If there’s any wrong link I put on the masterlist, don’t be afraid to notify me about it. 

Rules for Fanfic:

The basics of who I accept and the rules for my fanfic

Lu Bu Works:

N/A yet.

Thor Works:

Older Brother Thor and how he would react to you being cheated on Headcanons

Adam Works:

N/A yet. 

Zeus Works:

N/A yet. 

Kojiro Sasaki Works: 

Kojiro Sasaki NSFW Headcanons

Poseidon Works:

N/A yet. 

Jack The Ripper Works: 

Jack The Ripper x Reader headcanons

Jack The Ripper x Chubby and Insecure Reader + Hermes and Heracles Headcanons

Jack The Ripper x Side God of Hell Reader Headcanons

Vampire Jack The Ripper x Reader headcanons (NSFW included)

Jack The Ripper Accidentally harming his s/o Headcanons

Jack The Ripper x s/o who cuts from a bullying situation Headcanons

Jack The Ripper x Shy and insecure reader Headcanons

Jack The Ripper x Artist Reader Headcanons

A reader who keeps escaping when he tries to kill them Headcanons

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Platonic Jack The Ripper x teen reader (Part 1)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x teen reader (Aftermath of after Jack abducts them) (Part 2)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen reader (Reader getting into a fight at school) (Part 3)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (Reader waits for him to get home after his “work”) (Part 4)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (Headcanons of their daily life together) (Part 5)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (Reader getting the killer role for a play and asking Jack for advice) (Part 6)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (Reader gets catcalled on the way home) (Part 7)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (Jack visiting Reader while they’re at work) (Part 8)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (Christmas Headcanons) (Part 9)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (They bake him an apple pie) (Part 10)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (Reader meets Red Widow) (Part 11)

Platonic Jack The Ripper x Teen Reader (Reader gets abducted and fights their way out) (Part 12)

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Bayonetta Reader x Jack The Ripper (NSFW included)

Witch Reader getting scared of a “Burn The Witch” poster on Halloween Headcanons

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Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (NSFW Handjob) (Part 1)

Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (NSFW Blowjob) (Part 2)

Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (NSFW) (Part 3)

Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (Reader tries on a wedding dress) (Part 4)

Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (Reader gets flirted with, and Jack gets jealous) (Part 5)

Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (Jack gets sick, and reader takes care of him) (Part 6)

Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (Jack meets Reader’s ex) (Part 7)

Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (Reader spoiling him in and out of bed) (Part 8)

Jack The Ripper x Mistress Reader (Reader getting overworked and having to be taken care of by Jack) 

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Platonic Jack The Ripper x Kidnapped Sibling Reader

Reuniting with Dead Lover in the afterlife (NSFW included) 

Jack The Ripper meeting his s/o’s abusive parents Headcanons

Stressed Reader x Jack The Ripper headcanons

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Jack the Ripper x Mitsuri Reader 

Jack The Ripper x Mitsuri Reader (Headcanons)

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Jack The Ripper x Reader that has a blank / dull expression, but is a good person and just anxious Headcanons

Jack The Ripper with a virgin reader NSFW headcanons

Jack The Ripper x Reader Whammageddon headcanons

Jack The Ripper x Reader that lets other Gods step on them

Jack The Ripper x Nanami Kento Reader Headcanons

Jack The Ripper x Reader (Him reacting to being called beautiful / handsome)

Servant Jack The Ripper x God / Goddess Reader Headcanons

Jealous Jack The Ripper x Reader Headcanons

Jack The Ripper meeting someone who sees emotions as colors 

Jack The Ripper with a stone cold s/o, but has a more emotional / hysterical personality behind closed doors

Yandere Stalker Jack The Ripper x Mercenary GN Reader Headcanons

Jack The Ripper having a nightmare and getting comforted by Reader

Jack The Ripper x Demon Reader Headcanons

Submissive Jack The Ripper x Dominant Reader (NSFW)

Jack The Ripper fucking a reader wearing his clothes (NSFW)

Jack The Ripper x Wednesday / Morticia Addams Reader

Jack The Ripper x Alice Madness Returns Reader

Jack The Ripper finding out his s/o is pregnant

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Jack The Ripper x Tanjiro Kamado Reader

Jack The Ripper x Tanjiro Kamado Reader (Part 2)

Jack The Ripper x Tanjiro Kamado Reader (Part 3) 

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Jack The Ripper x Male Reader Fluff

Jack The Ripper x Tired and Depressed reader

Jack The Ripper x Perv Reader 

Cultist Jack x Savior Reader (NSFW)

Modern Father Jack and Daughter Reader get sent to the realm of Record of Ragnarok, meeting the other Jack, and Hlökk. 

Jack The Ripper x Yoriichi Reader (Reader is self conscious of their scars)

Jack The Ripper x Yoriichi Reader (Jack gets jealous) 

Jack The Ripper x Stressed Devil Reader

Jack The Ripper giving head (NSFW) 

Heracles Works:

Heracles x S/o who fights on the Human side + Hermes and Odin

Heracles x S/o who fights on the Human Side (Part 2) + Hermes and Odin

Heracles x Chubby and Insecure Reader + Jack The Ripper and Hermes

Raiden Tameemon Works: 

N/A yet. 

Shiva Works: 

Older Brother Shiva and how he would react to you being cheated on + Buddha and Thor

Buddha Works:

Yandere Buddha + Zerofuku

S/o with sharp mood swings

Older brother Buddha and how he would react to you being cheated on + Thor and Shiva

ZeroFuku Works:

Yandere Zerofuku + Buddha Headcanons

Qin Shi Huang Works:

N/A yet. 

Hades Works:

N/A yet. 

Nikola Tesla Works:

Nikola Tesla Fluff Headcanons

Beelzebub Works: 

Beelzebub x Immortal Reader 

Hermes Works: 

Hermes x S/o who fights on Human Side + Heracles and Odin Headcanons

S/o who fights on Human Side (Part 2) + Heracles and Odin Headcanons

Chubby and Insecure Reader + Jack The Ripper and Heracles Headcanons

Odin Works:

S/o who fights on Human side + Heracles and Hermes

S/o who fights on Human side (Part 2) + Heracles and Hermes

Loki Works:

N/A yet.

Ares Works:

N/A yet. 

Heimdall Works:

N/A yet.

Adamas Works:

N/A yet. 

Valkyrie Works:

N/A yet. 

#record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok x reader #Lu Bu Record of Ragnarok #Lu Bu x reader #thor record of ragnarok #Thor x reader record of ragnarok #Adam record of Ragnarok #Adam ror x reader #Zeus Record of Ragnarok #Platonic Zeus x reader #Kojiro Sasaki Record of Ragnarok #Kojiro Sasaki x reader #poseidon record of ragnarok #Poseidon x reader #Jack the ripper record of ragnarok #jack the ripper x reader #Platonic Jack The Ripper x reader #Heracles record of ragnarok #Heracles x reader #Raiden Tameemon ROR #Raiden Tameemon x reader #shiva record of ragnarok #Shiva x reader Record of Ragnarok #buddha record of ragnarok #Buddha x reader #qin shi huang ror #Qin Shi Huang x reader #hades ror #Hades x reader #Nikola tesla record of ragnarok

[ancientorigins]

Russia’s Wagner mercenary group is tied to Slavic neo-paganism, merging Norse symbols and rituals with nationalist sentiments and even their brutal executions by sledgehammer, reminiscent of Thor’s powerful hammer, Mjolnir.

#symbol #Norse gods #neo-paganism #Slavic #Thor #hammer

[sabre-tooth]

Essential Sabretooth part 1: 1977-2005

This is a guide to the most essential and interesting Sabretooth appearance from his first appearance in 1977 until M Day in 2005. A guide to his appearances after that point will be linked here when it is complete.

Early beginnings (Claremont Era)

Iron Fist (1975) #14: The very first appearance of Sabretooth in Marvel Comics. He initially debuts as a famous mercenary and hired assassin. 

Power Man (1974) #66: Sabretooth appears as a hired mook with his partner Constrictor. Special note here that Sabretooth and Constrictor are technically on the side of the law in this appearance.

Power Man and Iron Fist (1980) #78 & 84: A two issue plotline with several comics in between, this story is the first we see of Sabretooth's bloodlust and compulsion to murder. We also see his softer side with his partner Constrictor.

Peter Parker, The Spectacular Spider-Man (1976) #116 and #119: Before Sabretooth's healing factor is firmly established, he goes up against Spider-man and then seeks revenge against him for scarring his face.

Mutant Massacre

The 'Mutant Massacre' storyline in which Mr. Sinister uses a group of villains to destroy the Morlocks.

The Sabretooth featured in this run is almost certainly a clone created by Mr. Sinister, and not the Sabretooth we have seen up to this point or will see in the future.

However, this is also the first time we see Wolverine and (a) Sabretooth interacting so it's an important run.

X-Factor (1986) #10

Power Pack (1984) #27

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #212

Thor (1966) #374

Daredevil (1964) #238

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #213

Wolverine (1988) #10: This is the first flashback episode to Sabretooth and Wolverine's  backstory together.

Some important notes: Sabretooth's real name has not yet been established as Victor Creed and he is referred to as Sabretooth throughout. 

Chris Claremont likely intended the setting of this flashback to have been the 1940s or 1950s because this was before Wolverine and Sabretooth's immortality was established. However, Claremont's ambiguity of setting and odd depiction of rural Canada suggested a much earlier timeframe to later writers, who imagine this occurring in the 1809s or 1900s, which later becomes its canonical timeframe.

Likewise, the actual veracity of the events depicted in this issue are of dubious truthfulness within the story. The Hama era of Project X strongly suggests that this incident is a false memory implanted in both Sabretooth and Wolverine to control them, and in fact evidence exists that it could not have happened– after all we meet Silverfox alive– however, later writers will contradict this and imply that it actually happened.

Amazing Spider-Man (1963) #322 and #324: While Sabretooth only makes a small appearance in these books it is a highly important one. Sabretooth appears here in Europe, still working as an assassin and being paid to take out a high profile political target.

This is the appearance that makes it clear that the animalistic Sabretooth from the Mutant Massacre (who is killed by the new Mutants in a brief appearance in the Inferno storyline) is almost certainly a clone and not the original Sabretooth.

 X-Factor (1986) #51-53: Sabretooth is hired to kill Angel. This is skippable, but leads straight into the New Mutants appearance.This set of appearances establishes a later somewhat important enmity with Caliban.

New Mutants (1983) #90-91: These two issues by Rob Liefled are ugly and largely pointless but they do establish why Sabretooth is where he is when we next see him– which is the next major era for Sabretooth.

Project X Backstory (Hama Era)

In some ways this is the first really critical run of plots for Sabretooth which really codified his backstory and character going forward; to the point where this is the run where his real name, Victor Creed, is revealed.

Wolverine (1988) #41-46: This is the first real Sabretooth and Wolverine storyline. Larry Hama takes up writing duties here, and uses them to smoothly transition between the few ideas about Sabretooth that Chris Claremont established, into the larger concept he has for Sabretooth.

This section establishes their rivalry and history, building into the idea that much of what they know and believe about one another may be false. Throughout this arc Sabretooth claims that Logan is his son, an idea that Hama will soon reveal is the result of mind control they both underwent, as Sabretooth starts having flashbacks and breaks in his programming.

Wolverine (1988) #48-49: A critically important couple of issues where Wolverine discovers his and Sabretooth's past as special forces partners with Team X in the cold war era.

X-Men (1991) #5-7: These issues continue to probe Wolverine and Sabretooth's true backstory with one another, as Omega Red kidnaps and tortures Wolverine to discover the final outcome of a mission that the pair were on during the cold war.

Wolverine (1988) #60-64: this is the critical run where Larry Hama exposes the full scope of the brainwashing and programming that Sabretooth and Wolverine underwent together.

Wolverine (1988) #68: A flashback issue to another important cold war mission Wolverine and Sabretooth undertook as part of Team X.

Sabretooth (1993) #1-4: Also known as Sabretooth: Death Hunt. This is Sabretooth's first miniseries and a critically important one. It establishes his long held romance/enmity with Mystique, setting it during an incident during the cold war. It establishes another important point going forward– Mystique and Sabretooth's son, Graydon Creed.

The Basement Arc

With Sabretooth's backstory and character firmly established, the story now moves into it's next phase, the basement arc.

During this series of issues, Sabretooth has finally completely lost his mind due to the fragmentation of his earlier brainwashing, which has driven him into a now completely uncontrollable bloodlust.

He seeks help with the X-Men, only to find himself locked in a dungeon in the basement and berated and condemned by various characters, who believe he is beyond help, and unworthy of pity.

He is eventually semi-accidentally lobotomized by a half-mad Wolverine, and is reduced to a childlike state during the healing process. During this time he befriends abuse victim Tabitha Smith who shows him kindness and empathy, only to be condemned by her friends for doing so.

X-Men Unlimited (1993) #3

X-Men (1991) #28-29

Uncanny X-Men Annual (1991) #18 [A Story]

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #310

X-Men (1991) #30

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #311-313

X-Men (1991) #33

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #316

X-Men (1991) #36-37

Wolverine (1988) #87

X-Men (1991) #38

Wolverine (1988) #89

X-Men (1991) #40-41

Wolverine (1988) #90

X-Force (1991) #44-46

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #323

X-Force (1991) #47

Wolverine (1988) #92

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #326

X-Force (1991) #48

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #328

Sabretooth Special (1996) #1: At the end of this arc, Sabretooth breaks out of captivity and goes on a rampage, before attempting to commit suicide, preferring death to captivity. "Have you ever seen the end of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid?" he asks.

However, his suicide attempt fails and he is captured by the government, leading directly into the next arc.

X-Factor Era

Taking place primarily in the pages of a year and a half long run of X-Factor, this is another early core Sabretooth story. This story continues the repeated themes of Sabretooth being held captive and controlled by government forces who want to use him as a weapon, and the increasing futility of trying to control him.

Core interactions during this time are a continuing romantic arc and enmity with Mystique, and a newly established sort of dark mentorship with the character Wild Child who shares many of Sabretooth traits but in a much more pathetic and absurd way.

X-Factor (1986) #119-126

Sabretooth and Mystique (1996) #1-4

X-Factor (1986) #127-137

Sabretooth: Back to Nature (1998) #1

Loose Cannon

During this time Sabretooth is back to doing mercenary work and doing as he pleases, after finally having escaped the mental deterioration of his mind control, and captivity by the government.

Logan: Shadow Society (1996) #1: Sabretooth takes a job with the Hellfire Club that connects to his and Logan's mutual past.

Maverick (1997) #1-7: While not every issue features an appearance by Sabretooth himself, the main thrust of the story is Sabretooth being hunted by a figure from his past, following up on the events depicted in Wolverine (1988) #68.

Wolverine (1988) #126-128: Sabretooth crashes Wolverine's wedding and beats him up, before he, Wolverine and Kitty Pryde are forced to fight a team of magical ninjas that swap the trio's personalities with one another.

Gambit (1999) #7-9: Sabretooth teams up with Gambit against Mister Sinister and Sabretooth is allowed to take on a more anti-hero role by the narrative.

Uncanny X-Men (1981) #388 & Bishop: The Last X-Man (1999) #16: Sabretooth teams up with Mystique for some political machinations against the X-Men.

Weapon X (2000s)

During this arc, Sabretooth is captured, along with a number of other mutants, and forced into another Weapon X project which experiments on him and uses him as a weapon. However, being of sound mind this time, this goes very poorly for Weapon X as Sabretooth escapes and makes himself a problem for them. 

Wolverine (1988) #160, 162-166: Sabretooth is recaptured by the new Weapon X project who proceed to implant his skeleton with adamantium like Wolverine's and try to use him as a weapon.

Deadpool (1997) #57, 59-61: Weapon X sends Sabretooth to attempt to recruit Deadpool for the Weapon X project. They don't know that Sabretooth is already plotting his escape.

There are several issues of Weapon X "pregame" that involve Sabretooth, and show how things have been going for the project. 

 Weapon X (2002) #½

 Weapon X: Wild Child (2002) #1

 Weapon X: Agent Zero (2002) #1

Sabretooth: Mary Shelly Overdrive #1-4: Along with the original mini, this four issue mini is the best Sabretooth solo miniseries written so far. A true neo-noir story and a tragedy, Sabretooth finds himself mixed up with an innocent young woman who is in over her head and running out of time. This story casts Sabretooth as a true romantic anti-hero. Set after his escape from Weapon X and before he comes back to make himself a problem for them.

Weapon X (2002) #2-12: Sabretooth makes himself a problem for Weapon X throughout this year long run. Some highlights include renewed clashes with Wild Child following up on their X-factor mentorship/enmity.

New X-Men (2001) #142: Sabretooth runs into Wolverine in a Hellfire club bathroom.

Wolverine (2003) #13-19: Sabretooth recruits Wolverine to help him on a job hunting down a figure from their mutual past. This is a great arc because it reverses the usual perceived dynamic of an animalistic Sabretooth and a civilized Wolverine. It's also some of the most time that Sabretooth and Wolverine spend talking so far.

Sabretooth (2004) #1-4: A really tepid and skippable book that doesn't focus much on Sabretooth himself. However, it's interesting enough for the twist, which is that Sabretooth is not actually the villain who's been killing people, as is assumed at the start.

Identity Disc (2004) #1-4: A fun but messy and easily skippable mini. Sabretooth and some other villains are recruited for a big heist.

Weapon X (2002) #26-28: Sabretooth returns to the pages of the Weapon X book for the end of its run, to clean up the mess. This run is great for the relationship between Sabretooth and fellow mutant mercenary John Greycrow (known here as "Scalphunter"). Plus we get to see Sabretooth in a Hawaiian shirt. The very end of this run implies that Sabretooth is pulled away by business with the Brotherhood of Mutants which we unfortunately never see much followed up on.

Black Panther (2005) #7: this "House of M" era issue implies that Sabretooth has been working for Magneto and the brotherhood of mutants for the past 9 months he's been off screen. Magneto sends him to kill the Black Panther and they fight. Sabretooth then disappears from comics for another full year.

X-Men (1991) #188-193: Sabretooth seeks sanctuary with the X-Men and hangs out on their couch for a while, while Mystique avoids speaking to him. He warns the X-Men about the so called "Children of the Vault."

#sabretooth #victor creed #comics #marvel comics #x men #xmen #avengers #black panther #weapon x #wolverine #logan howlett #james logan howlett

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“Thor wants something extra thrown in... reader.”

Holy shit that would be amazing. Whats Lloyd gonna say? No?? And she can’t say no, she doesn’t want to be the thing that messes up the deal, it means so much to Lloyd. Thor is flaunting baby, and we are here for it

Could be a good set up for a time jump... Lloyd does the deal begrudgingly. He has to let the big guy get the one up but he gets a better compound and a new mercenary force. Maybe a year later, Thor comes back with reader on his arm, and Lloyd is flaming with jealousy.

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Round 2, Match 13: Askeladd vs. Rune Saint John

Submitted kids:

Askeladd: Thorfinn, Canute

Rune Saint John: Max Saint John, Quinn Saint Nicholas, Layne Dawncreek, Annawan Dawncreek, Corbitant Dawncreek

Propaganda under the cut!

Askeladd:

1. "The funny thing about Askeladd is he keeps killing the dad's of characters and then adopts them.

At the very start of the show he kills the main character's father. The 6 y/o main character vows revenge and follows him around trying to kill him for like ten years. Askeladd does not take this seriously at all and is basically his mentor and new dad, even though Thorfinn despises him.

Then later they meet Canute (prince of Denmark). Askeladd kills his right-hand-man/father-figure to toughen Canute up, then becomes Canute's evil advisor/father figure in his quest to overthrow his biological father (king of denmark)

Askeladd ends up killing the king of Denmark as well which makes us three for three on the father-killing.

None of this ever bites Askeladd in the ass btw he's free to kill and adopt and is having a grand old time. He's so funny about it, too"

2. "Askeladd is the leader of a band of Vikings. He was hired to kill a man named Thors. Thors' son Thorfinn witnessed the murdur of his father at the age of six and swore to avenge his death by killing Askeladd. So he joined Askeladd's band. Askeladd, who despite being the cause of Thors' death respected the man, and agreed to duel with Thorfinn if he followed his orders during fights. Thorfinn was defeated each time and Askeladd (in a twisted and mocking way) always gave him advice how to be better. In the end Thorfinn didn't kill Askeladd because - as Askeladd alluded to by his own story of killing someone out of hate - he would've killed him sometime earlier during those 11 years if he really hated him. In the end Thorfinn realized too late that from a hated person Askeladd became kind of a father figure to him during those 11 years. (The mangaka called Askeladd 'an amazing tsundere dad')

Canute is the youngest son of the Danish king. When the Danes were fighting in England the king sent Canute to lead the siege of London so Canute could die there and there wouldn't be any fights for the throne in the future. Askeladd, being a sly mastermind who plays 5D chess at all times, decided to save Canute from the enemy forces so when he'd return him safely to the king he could get into a position so he could influence Canute to protect Wales. But before that he had to get rid of Canute's previous adoptive father, Ragnar. (Yes, it's a pattern.) So when Ragnar was dying, he told Askeladd that ""Btw, the king hates his son and wants him dead"", so Askeladd had to recalculate a lot of things, and in the end he and Canute worked together to kill the king and create a situation where Canute could come out as a strong heir.

In his last minutes, Askeladd decided to not chose between Wales and Canute, and saved both instead, and used his last breath to convince Thorfinn to let go of his anger.

Sometimes a family is a half-Danish mercenary who kills father figures, an gremlin child from Iceland with anger issues, and a timid Danish prince who goes through a strong character developmen by becoming rejecting his religion."

Rune Saint John:

“Oh my god, oh lord where do I start. Within the FIRST CHAPTER of the FIRST BOOK he accidentally adopts a teenager in exchange for a magical artifact during a deal with a fae- this teen is Max! He then later adopts Quinn, whos older brother he is dating. Then he adopts the three Dawncreek children after a series of events in the second book that i wont get into due to plot spoilers, but it was ✨traumatic✨ AND the author had confirmed that there will be ANOTHER kid joining his found family in the upcoming 4th book. Rune is the chosen one, there are MANY prophecies about him, to the point that Quinn; who has the ability to see future probabilities, finds it difficult to look at him. He experienced horrific sexual assault, and he just wants to be a decent person and look after these traumatized magic children. Every member of his found family is a chaos gremlin- including Rune. Honestly this book series is so so very near and dear to my heart, and it handles topics like grooming and assault with incredible tact and care and more people should read about Rune and his queer disaster found family.”

#vinland saga #askeladd #vinland anime #vinland manga #rune saint john #the tarot sequence #tarot sequence #serial adopters bracket #round 2 #tumblr tournament #tumblr polls

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AAAAAAY NEW BOY. This is Drake~ Half Demon Mercenary/Bounty Hunter. He is half “Caitl” which is a type of wolverine demon. Once a pit fighter; turned self employed weapon for hire. Human or monster, no job is too big or too small for him. Homie has enchanted sickles that he can call back to him. ( Like Thor with his hammer ) His TH page doesn’t have story yet! he is still kinda a wip in terms of a full story: https://toyhou.se/21193877.drake

#Drake #OC #refsheet #reference sheet #art #my art #demon #half demon #outsiders

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What if Sigyn's stories

Part 25

So many different universes, so many different possibilities. And in some loves Sigyn and their different stories. Pictures and brief information have been written about some of these possibilities.But what is her full story, we don't know. But we can spin them further in our thoughts ^^

The whole project here serves to show the possibilities and potential that Sigyn would have had within the Marvel Universe. How she could have been reintroduced, her story made new and more exciting. #JusticeForSigyn stands for creating Sigyn content because Marvel doesn't give us any.

Inspired by @fauna-and-mythos @dailylogyn @dank-art @jonquilclegane @sigynthevictorious @thewitchysystem @shenanigans-and-imagines @sigynoffidelity @timeladyjamie @therese-lokidottir @puckwritesstuff @sigynappreciation @sigyn-obsessed @ellecaterina @roruna @sigyndottir @marvelentertainment @mistress-of-words

kiss death

Earth 5:

"Imagine kissing the love of your life and falling over dead. Yes, sounds stupid... but that's exactly what happened to me Sigyn."

Fox Sigyn by @dailylogyn

To find out the story of Fuchs Sigyn you have to ask @dailylogyn ^^

The scandalous mix-up

Sigyn is running out of time, because if she doesn't decide on a suitable husband soon, she will be married to the next best dwarf in Nidavellir. But then her mother can find someone for Sigyn to choose. As the wife of a war, she will be able to lead a simple life without big commitments and a big stage. Everything Sigyn wants for her future life. But soon arriving in Asgard, her future husband is not there, worse, everyone thinks she is the bride for Loki Odin's youngest son.

The Trickster’s Sword story by @roruna

Even in a warrior culture, nobility have guards. Odin himself had an elite team called the Crimson Hawks. All of Queen Frigga’s ladies in waiting were training in the art of the blade as well as magic. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three weren’t assigned to guard Thor but they joined him on all his more dangerous adventures so it amounted to the same thing. Only the trickster prince, Loki, didn’t have a sword of his own.

If Asgard’s people didn’t wholly trust Loki, the feeling was entirely mutual. At first, Odin tried to assign one of his Crimson Hawks as Loki’s personal bodyguard. It was seen as a great honor that the All-Father himself would trust anyone with the well being of one of his heirs. Loki got rid of the chosen warrior easily enough. It was simply a matter of pitting the Crimson Hawk’s loyalty to Odin against his loyalty to his protectorate.

Loki snuck out of the palace with only his guard, to steal some artifact from the trolls in the southern mountains of Asgard. Odin demanded to know where Loki had gone. The Crimson Hawk betrayed Loki’s trust immediately and told the All-Father everything. He didn’t lose his position as a Crimson Hawk but he would no longer have the honor of protecting the All-Father’s son for allowing Loki to endanger himself. You can’t trust anyone who fights for honor.

Then Queen Frigga hired a mercenary and paid an eye-watering amount of gold to keep Lokialive and well. A decent disguise, a clandestine meeting in a shady tavern and offering more money to assassinate Loki was all it took to get rid of that man. You can’t trust anyone who fights for money.

Watching Thor and his companions, Loki knew what he needed in a bodyguard. Sif and the Warriors Three committed treason and discarded priceless treasures on a regular basis. So did Loki. All out of love for Thor. But since it was hard enough to get his own family and friends to feel any love for him, Loki could at least find someone who wouldn’t be motivated by honor or money.

He went to Vanaheim. Specifically, to Sessrumnir, Freya’s hall. She and her Valkyries fought at Odin’s side centuries ago. They were Asgard’s allies but they were not of Asgard. They respected Odin but they didn’t serve him. Among Valkyries he was sure to find someone who wouldn’t fight for Asgard’s honor. And hopefully, since Freya was his grandfather’s sister, there could be at least a little bit of familial affection.

Freya refused to release any of her Valkyries from her service to guard Loki. They were warriors not nursemaids, she said. She left Loki sitting in her hall, ordering her son to play host until her troublemaking guest was gone. Sigurd Iwaldison was Freya’s only son. He didn’t quite fit in Nidavellir among his dwarven brothers. He stood out several feet in fact. And he didn’t fit in with his mother and sisters any better in Vanaheim. As far as Freya was concerned, men weren’t for talking to.

“Asgard has many great warriors, your highness. Surely you didn’t need to come all this way for a personal guard,” Sigurd said.

“There are no warriors in Asgard that meet my standards,” Loki said. “I cannot trust someone who fights for honor, I’m not honorable enough for that. And I cannot trust someone who fights for wealth, I’m wealthy enough to know that.”

“So you came to Valkyries because they do not fight for wealth, nor do they care what Asgard thinks of them,” Sigurd said.

“Precisely,” Loki said and with a smirk that made Sigurd’s back sweat, he asked, “Are you a warrior too, Iwaldison?”

No self respecting dwarf wouldn’t know how to wield an ax and Freya would not have any of her children, even if he was a son, not skilled in wielding a sword. So Loki offered him the position.

“You’d be an ideal guard,” Loki said. “You have no loyalty to Asgard or Odin and your father is rich even by dwarf standards. I can trust you not to betray me for honor or money.”

“Are you sure that would be enough, your highness?” Sigurd asked.

“I suppose there is one detail I nearly overlooked,” Loki said.

Loki leaned forward until his face was only a couple of inches from Sigurd’s. He held his face with both hands and gave Sigurd his most charming smile.

“Sigurd Iwaldison, fall in love with me,” Loki ordered. That should not have worked. Sigurd swore it hadn’t worked. Even as he followed Loki back to Asgard like a puppy, he insisted that hadn’t worked. He believed himself until Loki went on another adventure with his brother, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three. Loki used magic and illusions and deception to keep his brother and their companions alive. He used every trick he had to ensure that their adventure was a success.

Thor, Sif and the Warriors Three all teased Loki for his underhanded ways. And as much as Loki wanted to act like he didn’t care about this friendly mockery, Sigurd could see when Loki let the mask slip.

Sigurd fell in love with Loki when he saw that Loki was willing to risk his life and sacrifice his own pride so that his older brother could shine like the sun. There was nothing Loki wouldn’t give for his family’s, for Asgard’s, sake.

How did no one see that?

How did Thor and Odin not realize that everything Loki did was for their sake? No one saw him. No one heard him. But Sigurd saw Loki, he watched him all the time. Sigurd heard Loki, he listened for him all the time. He was Loki’s personal guard and he loved Loki better than Loki’s own kin did. Once, in the early days of serving Loki, Sigurd was given three orders.

“These will be your standing orders,” Loki told him. “If I give you no other instructions, these orders are always in place.”

“Yes, your highness,” Sigurd said.

“Protect me,” Loki said.

“This may seem self-evident because you are my personal guard but you must keep in mind that you don’t serve Odin and you don’t serve Asgard. You work for me. So do try not to let some sense of conscience or fair play or something interfere with your duty to keep me alive and unharmed.”

“Yes, your highness. I will protect you.”

“My next order is for you to protect yourself,” Loki said. He raised his chin haughtily.

“I’m notasking you this for your sake, if you take stupid risks and get hurt or killed, you’re no good to me.”

“Yes, your highness. I will protect myself.”

“And my final order is for you to protect yourself,” he said. With a gentle smile and speaking

more softly, he said, “This time I am asking you this for your own sake. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Yes, your highness,” Sigurd replied, his heart beating faster.

And then Odin declared that Thor would be crowned king.

Loki shared his concerns for Thor’s suitability as king and only Sigurd heard him. When Loki devised a plan that would surely prove that Thor was eager for any excuse to declare war with Jotunheim, only Sigurd saw Loki sneak a pair of frost giants into Asgard. He didn’t say anything when Thor demanded to go to Jotunheim to investigate. He didn’t say anything after Thor was banished and Sif and the Warriors Three became suspicious of Loki.

Sigurd didn’t object or try to stop Loki doing what he wanted and he didn’t betray his trust

because he knew it could lead to Loki’s arrest. He didn’t even voice disapproval when Loki sent the Destroyer to kill Thor, his friends and whatever mortals might get caught in the crossfire.

When Thor went after Loki to stop him using the bifrost to destroy Jotunheim, of course Sigurd went after Thor. He had to protect Loki from his brother’s wrath, however justified.

Sigurd was no match against a Thor who had proven himself worthy of wielding Mjolnir. And when Sigurd regained consciousness, the bifrost was already destroyed, Odin was awake and Loki had already let go of Gungnir. Even if his beloved lord had committed suicide, Sigurd knew who was truly to blame. Odin always favored Thor and Thor treated Loki little better than a servant. He had to avenge Loki. Sigurd Iwaldison died on the broken rainbow bridge when Gungnir impaled him.

Mobiu's secret

As tourists flock to the city, intrigued by the legend of the curse of the three sisters, bodies are found along the shore.

200 years ago, in a small coastal town, the three sisters Lorelei, Aurora and Sigyn were convicted as witches. Stones were tied to their feet and thrown into the sea.

Since then, their spirits have risen from their watery grave every summer to exact revenge on the townsfolk. They drive into the bodies of young women and lure men to their deaths.

15-year-old Sig takes care of the old lighthouse. Like many locals, she has resigned herself to the city's fate. She knows that the sea will again wash three bodies onto the shore this year. But only Sig sees what others don't see... And when Mobius shows up, she knows he has to go, but murders get worse. Mobiu's companion will become the hunted itself, and mystery will no longer remain a mystery.

curses and other disasters

When Loki abandons Sigyn, she does what any young witch would have done in her place: run a bath, mix herself a decent drink, and curse the bastard who broke her heart. Nine years later, Sigyn is still not over Loki, and when he returns to Vanaheim for the annual Fall Festival, she chooses to ignore him. Easier said than done, because Sigyn's old curse only unfolds its full effect with Loki's visit, and suddenly both their lives are in danger. Loki, so angry at Sigyn's inability to control herself as she has never really mastered her magic, curses her back causing Sigyn's appearance to transform into that of a classic witch. But in order to break both curses, Loki and Sigyn must - reluctantly at first - work together. But soon the two realize that the sparks aren't just flying... Not to mention a suppressed desire

The Mermaid and the Prince by @mistress-of-words

Sigyn, the seventh daughter of Queen Freya, dreams of the surface world and walking with the humans that live there. And when she falls for the human Prince Loki after saving him she'll find just how far she is willing to achieve her dream. But will the price be too high, and is her mother correct that humans are not to be trusted?

Based off Disney's The Little Mermaid

The search enemy of mine

Erde 77790

Three missing girls and a trail that leads far into the past... more precisely into Sigyn's own past and dangerous consequences!

By my son's life! (inspired story by the fairy tale Rumpelstilzchen) by @jonquilclegane

Once upon a time in the realm of Asgard, there lived a humble smith named Iwaldi. He toiled day and night in his workshop, creating magnificent weapons and armor for the warriors of the land. Iwaldi had a daughter named Sigyn, who possessed a gentle spirit and a kind heart. Sigyn had inherited her father's craftsmanship and spent her days helping him with his work, finding solace in the sound of hammer on metal.

Sigyn's mother, Freya, was a woman with ambitious dreams. She yearned for Sigyn to marry a prince, someone of noble birth who would elevate their family's status. Freya knew that Odin, the mighty king of Asgard, had a son of marriable age named Thor. With cunning intent, she boasted about Sigyn's beauty and talents, hoping to catch the king's attention.

Curiosity piqued, Odin summoned Freya and inquired about the young maiden. Intrigued by the prospect of a union between their families, he asked what Sigyn could do. Unbeknownst to her mother's machinations, Sigyn did not wish to marry Thor, for her heart yearned for a different path. In a moment of quick thinking, she decided to jest and said, "I can turn wheat into gold."

Odin, wise and perceptive, saw through her falsehood. Realizing that Sigyn was lying, he grew furious with the attempt to deceive him. Determined to teach her a lesson, he imprisoned Sigyn within a tall tower and declared that she would only be released when she fulfilled her claim of turning wheat into gold, or else she would face dire consequences.

Alone in the tower, Sigyn's heart sank. She knew it was an impossible task, and tears streamed down her face as she mourned her fate. Little did she know, a mysterious magician appeared before her. He was tall and enigmatic, dressed in dark robes, and emanated an air of otherworldly power. The magician offered Sigyn a lifeline, promising to turn the wheat into gold, but at a price.

"I can help you, Sigyn," the magician whispered, his voice carrying a hint of danger. "But first, you must discover my true name. Solve that riddle, and I shall grant your wish."

Sigyn's curiosity was piqued, and the magician's presence fascinated her. She agreed to his proposition, for her desire to be free from the tower was overpowering. With a wave of his hand, the magician transformed the wheat before her into glittering gold.

News of the miraculous feat reached Odin's ears, and he was delighted. Sigyn had proven her worth, and the king allowed her to marry Prince Thor. Freya's ambitions were fulfilled, and she reveled in the triumph.

Yet, Sigyn's heart remained heavy. In the solitude of her chamber, she wept, longing for a life of her choosing rather than one dictated by others. Desperate for solace, she called out to the magician, her heart full of longing. When he appeared, she confessed her true feelings.

"I do not wish to marry Prince Thor," Sigyn whispered, her voice trembling with sincerity.

The magician, intrigued by her honesty, asked her a single question. "Do you know my name?"

Sigyn's eyes met his, and without hesitation, she spoke the truth. "I know you are Loki."

A smile played upon Loki's lips, for he had found a kindred spirit in Sigyn. They were bound by their shared desire for freedom and authenticity. In that moment, love blossomed between them, and they shared a tender kiss.

Defying their predetermined fate, Sigyn and Loki fled Asgard, seeking refuge in a distant land. There, they lived in seclusion and were blessed with a son, whom they named Vali. The family found happiness in their newfound freedom, far away from the constraints of royal expectations.

However, the news of their escape reached Odin's ears, and his wrath knew no bounds. He ordered his warriors to capture Sigyn and Loki, for he could not bear the thought of his plans being defied.

As they were captured and brought before the king, Sigyn pleaded for mercy, promising Odin a secret in exchange for the freedom of her son and husband. Her voice carried a resolute determination as she revealed her bargain.

"I will tell you how to turn wheat into gold if you release my loved ones, my son, and my husband," Sigyn declared, her eyes filled with both desperation and courage.

Odin, his thirst for knowledge insatiable, agreed to her proposition. Loki and Vali were set free, while Sigyn remained captive, her life hanging by a thread. She knew she had no knowledge of turning wheat into gold, and her heart was burdened with the weight of her sacrifice.

Unable to bear the thought of her family suffering, Sigyn made a fateful decision. She chose to take her own life, believing that her sacrifice would set them free from Odin's grasp. In her final moments, she whispered a prayer for Loki to avenge her death and bring justice to the realm.

Loki, consumed by grief and rage, vowed to fulfill Sigyn's dying wish. He bided his time, plotting against Odin, fueled by a burning desire to avenge his beloved.

And so, the tale of Sigyn, the humble smith's daughter, and Loki, the enigmatic magician, became a tragic legend passed down through the ages. Their love had defied the boundaries set by fate, and their sacrifice would forever be remembered as a testament to the power of devotion and the price of freedom.

Gods murder

Due to past crimes, Loki is in captivity in Asgard. There he is mocked, especially by the guards. The guards Ragner and Ivar, who are supposed to bring Loki his meal, fail to do so in time and help themselves to the meal. Using a ruse, Loki is able to fool the two, escape from his cell, and kill Ragner and Ivar. Consumed by hate and anger, he now tried to carry out his revenge plan, which he had harbored for a long time. He plans to destroy the Yggdrasil world tree and then replace it with a world tree in his own new image. Thus he would receive power over all worlds.

To this end, after a confrontation with Odin, he aims for the earth where his son Fenrir the giant wolf and his wife Sigyn were once abducted. Fenrir should help him destroy the world tree. He believes his wife dead, as Odin had told him, since she refused to help with banishing the wolf. Odin, who tries to stop Loki, is badly injured. Thor arrives just in time to be enlightened by his father Odin about the amulet Varga. One half of the amulet is in Loki's possession, the other half is considered lost. Odin is sure that Loki can only be stopped if you have both halves of the amulet. Knowing this, Thor rushes to Earth.

On Earth, archaeologist Dr. Quinn, her best friend Dr. Foster Doctor in Astrophysics and his assistant Darcy Lewis accidentally unearthed Fenrir's prison. Thor needs the women's help to recover the second half of the amulet. After he is able to fend off the wolf's first attack, the two women assure him of all their support. But they are the only ones who want to prevent the destruction of Yggdrasil and where the second half of the amulet is, even Loki would never have dared to dream.

Part 26 is in progress ^^

Here you can find the last part

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[aces-and-kings]

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? (for thor and/or nikolai)

For Thor, I wouldn't say he has any 'requirements' so much as there's a lump sum of things that are ideal. I imagine if he had a lf partner ad it would look something like this:

💀☠️ The King of Spades Seeks a Pirate's Heart! ☠️💀

Ahoy there, fellow adventurers! Thor here, scourge of the seas and master of the skies. Aye, life as a pirate, mercenary, and whiskey company owner can be treacherous, but this lonely wolf is ready to find a partner to share in life's grand escapades. Seeking a soul who can understand and embrace my past, for it's been marred by rejection and a longing for belonging. Loyalty and trust are the wind in my sails, and I yearn for someone who can ride the waves of life by my side.

The thrill of the sea, tinkering with gadgets, and exploring the unknown are but a few of me passions. Plus whiskey and rum, let's not forget those! So, if ye have a heart as wild and untamed as mine, I'd love to share our adventures together.

I yearn for emotional support and a partner who's open-minded, as I've loved without borders and see beauty in the darkest of souls. Let's sail through life's storms together and bask in the moonlit nights with a bottle of Venom Brand.

If you've got a spirit as daring as a soaring fenrir and hold fast to your values, then hoist the sails and drop me a line! Communication's the anchor of any relationship, and I'm ready to listen and share our deepest dreams.

This pirate may roam the vast seas alone, but with the right mate, me heart can be anchored to love once more. If you're a strong, independent soul, unafraid of taking the helm, or taking orders, then let's embark on this journey together, a love story as epic as the legends of old.

So, me hearty, ready to dive into the turbulent waters of adventure and passion, raise the black flag and let's set sail on the wild seas of love! Savvy? 💘🌊🏴‍☠️

Alex undoubtedly wrote this without his knowledge.

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As for Nikolai his is far more simple. He's been in love with his childhood best friend for fifty plus years and though he's presently in a relationship of convenience it's only due to the confession he still swallows in Sindri's presence. So in short, the requirement for a partner in his eyes is one extreme or the other. Legal and breathing to be paired with only so long as it keeps him from emptiness, or Sindri. @silentletterwords thank you for the ask. Somewhere I imagine Alex is shaking in his boots as a very put out Thor narrow eyes him from his broody corner.

#thorstyr helbwilfsyn #nikolai cross #asks

[asherloki]

Masterlist

Sherlock

Sherlock x Suzzi x loki (fluff)

Sherlock x suzzi (fluff)

The interview ( Sherlock x suzzi)(fluff)

The crush appears again (Sherlock x suzzi) (fluff)

Because I'm intelligent (Sherlock x reader) (requested)

You wanted my attention now you have it (bbc Sherlock) (requested)

The museum deduction (bbc Sherlock) (requested)

Happier with eachother (bbc Sherlock) (requested)

Stupid inspector (Greg lestrade x reader) (requested)

Vintage love (bbc victorian Sherlock)

Guide me Mr Holmes (bbc victorian Sherlock)

Heart deduction (Sherlock) (fluff)

Intelligent and beautiful (bbc Sherlock) (fluff)

Busy kisses (bbc Sherlock) (fluff)

Moments of us (bbc Sherlock) (fluff)

Innocence (bbc Sherlock) (smut)

More than friends (BBC Sherlock)

Eyes tells it all (bbc sherlock) (fluff)

Never losing you (bbc sherlock) (fluff)

The many kisses (bbc sherlock) (fluff)

Part 2

Moon knight

It's about being happy (Steven grant x reader)(fluff, requested)

The dealing (marc Spector x reader) (fluff, requested)

A gift shopist, a mercenary and now A cabbie? (Jake lockley X reader)

Jake lockley X the spy woman (thriller, romance)

She made it look oh so easy (fluff, marc Spector x reader) (requested)

Don't call me kid (fluff, requested) (moon boys x reader)

Señor y señorita (fluff, requested) ( Jake lockley X reader)

Worried about nothing (fluff, requested) (moon boys x reader)

Around his wounds (fluff, requested) (moon boys x reader)

Moon carved pumpkin (fluff, requested) (marc Spector x reader)

Kiss currency (fluff) (Jake lockley x reader)

Hey driver (smut) (Jake x reader)

Jealousy jealousy (fluff) (Steven x reader)

Just honesty (angst) (Marc x reader)

Included (Marc x reader)

His daylight (Marc/Steven x reader) (fluff, angst)

Smut

Poe dameron

Bike rides of soulmates (fluff) (poe x reader)

Old man (fluff) (poe x reader)

Harry Potter

Kept his name (requested) (fred x reader)

There's nothing like a mad woman (requested) (Cedric x reader)

Loki

Tolerate it (fluff, requested) (loki x reader)

Idiotic fool you made me (not exactly fluff, requested) (loki x reader x thor)

It is delicate (fluff mostly) (loki x reader)

Immortal and the mastermind (fluff) (Loki x reader)

Dr strange

It's even better (reader x strange)

Craving touches (reader x sinister strange)

My happiness is connected with yours (reader x Stephen strange)

My queen (smut) (Stephen strange x reader)

The reunion party (Stephen strange x reader)

The fifth date (smut) (Stephen strange x reader)

Same page (fluff) (Stephen strange x reader)

Enchanting sorcerer (fluff) (Stephen strange x reader)

#loki x reader fic #loki x reader smut #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock x reader #sherlock x y/n #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley #poe dameron x y/n