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alagalaska · 9 months

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A Chrissstmasss Ssurprissse- Part Two

Summary: Three-parter. Christmas is approaching fast and Y/N doesn’t know what to get Thor as a present.

Pairing: Thor x Fem! Reader

A/N: Welp, here's the 2nd part, FINALLY. Sorry it's taken me so long to post this. This is not edited. I figured that if I did, I would never post it. I know it's not the right season, but I thought if I post this one now, the last part might finally be ready in time for Christmas XD I hope you enjoy.

Story Warnings: None that I can think of? Please let me know if there's anything you think I missed.

Word Count: 3,024

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First thing the next morning, you rush to Bruce’s lab again. You know he’ll already be in there, working away; he always is these days. This time you knock on the double doors, cracking one open and poking your head round to peer inside.

Bruce is sat at his desk, concentrating on the layer of papers spread haphazardly across its surface. The machinery that had been all over the floor the other day, is now gathered up in a heap at the side of the room. It looks no closer to being completed, whatever it’s supposed to be.

Bruce looks up when he hears you knock.

“Y/N, hey,” he says, smiling sleepily and pulling his glasses off his nose to rub a hand over his face. You’re judging by the dark circles under his eyes that he’s been awake all night. “Did you have any luck getting a present for Thor?” he asks, stifling a yawn.

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about,” you say, hovering next to the door. “Is now a good time?”

He pushes his glasses back onto his face and starts shifting the papers around on his desk, tidying them into a messy pile.

“Er, yeah, sure.” He gestures for you to come in, frowning slightly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not here to pick your brains for ideas again,” you huff a nervous laugh and he looks relieved. “I was actually hoping you might be able to… help me find someone,” you say carefully.

“Oh,” he glances up from the papers in his hand, intrigued. “Who?”

You hover awkwardly in front of his desk and take a deep breath.

“Loki,” you say quickly, before you have the chance to convince yourself that this is a bad idea. “I need you to help me find Loki.”

Bruce stares at you for a moment in silence, his paperwork now laying forgotten on the desk. Squints his eyes slightly as if trying to figure out if you’re joking. He opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again. He lets out a huff of breath and shakes his head, baffled.

“You’re not serious?” he finally asks you.

You take a step closer.

“Look, I know this sounds crazy-”

“Yeah, it does,” Bruce cuts in.

“But, please, I didn’t know who else to ask,” you plead with him. You knew there was no way anyone else would ever agree to help you. Bruce was by far your best shot. He’d been there when Loki had helped Thor defeat Hela; he’d seen first hand that Loki clearly isn’t all bad.

“But why? Why in the Hell would you want to find Loki?”

His question catches you off guard and you stare at him. You’d thought your reasoning would have been obvious.

“For Thor,” you say simply.

“And you think Thor would want to see him? After everything he’s done?”

You have no doubt that he would.

“Loki’s his brother, Bruce, of course he’d want to see him.”

Banner gives a laboured sigh and takes his glasses off again, this time abandoning them on the desk. He leans back in his chair to look at you, his brow furrowed deeply.

“Y/N, look, Loki and Thor have a complicated past. That’s something that’s best not getting mixed up in.”

You get what Bruce is trying to say, but you can’t help but feel like he’s wrong about this. As if he can hear your thoughts, he adds, “Trust me, Y/N, it won’t end well for anyone. Loki’s brain is like a bag full of cats.”

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad…” you mumble quietly, in an attempt to lighten the mood a little; but when you meet Bruce’s eyes, they are serious.

In the awkward silence, you lean against the filing cabinet beside you and fold your arms over your chest.

“It’s just, Thor seemed so upset when we were talking about Loki yesterday. I really think he does miss him. I mean, how could he not? No matter what Loki may have done in the past, they’re family.” You look at him pleadingly. “And he’s the only family Thor has left,” you add thickly.

“If it were my sister… even if she had done all of the bad things Loki has, I would still want to find her. To know that she was ok.”

You had thought that Bruce was the person who knew Thor the best out of everyone at the compound, but now you can see you were wrong. It was so obvious to you that Thor was hurting over Loki and everyone else was so blinded by Loki’s wrong-doings that they couldn’t see it.

Bruce slowly stands and makes his way round to the front of his desk, sitting down on the edge closest to you. He seems torn.

“Y/N,” he says, hesitating. “I can’t help you. Even if I wanted to find Loki myself, nobody knows where he is. I’m sorry.”

There’s a sinking feeling deep in the pit of your stomach.

“You’re right. It was a stupid idea.” You sit down on the edge of the desk, beside him, and hang your head.

He sighs and reaches over to reluctantly touch your arm. You glance down at it in surprise.

“No, it wasn’t, Y/N. You were trying to do a nice thing for Thor, because you love him. That’s not stupid, that’s beautiful.” He smiles reassuringly at you then takes his hand back. “Even if it was trying to reunite him with his homicidal maniac of a brother,” he adds. You both huff a laugh.

A moment passes in silence and you consider getting up to leave. You glance at Bruce to see him pulling a face, as if he’s struggling to make his mind up about something. He catches you looking at him and seems to cave.

“Look,” he says, pausing to glance at you again as if he’s already regretting saying anything, “But, perhaps the next time Thor goes to New Asgard, you should go with him,” he lets the sentence hang there for a second, then quickly adds, “I’m not saying anyone there will know where Loki is, or that they would even want to help you, but... it’s a place to start.” He shrugs halfheartedly.

You jump up from the table excitedly.

“Of course! Bruce, you’re a genius! Thank you.”

He puts his hands up in front of him, shaking his head.

“Oh, no. I’m not taking any credit for this.” He looks at you concernedly. “Just… be careful, ok? I don’t want this to backfire, for your sake.”

After speaking with Bruce, you practically skip down the halls of the compound, excited to ask Thor if he would let you accompany him to New Asgard.

“Thor?” you ask in a sing-song voice, entering your bedroom. He’s not there. You peer into the ensuite bathroom, “Thor?” Not in there either.

Wondering where he could be, you head back out of your room and down the hall to the communal living area. As the door slides open you notice two blonde-haired, broad-shouldered men, sitting on the sofa with their backs to you.

“There you are,” you say, walking towards Thor and Steve, who both jump at the sound of you. You had always thought it was impossible to sneak up on a Demi-God and a super soldier with enhanced hearing, but apparently they were so transfixed with what they were doing, they hadn’t heard you enter. Thor jumps to his feet and bounds over, intercepting you before you can make it round to the front of the sofa.

Steve panickingly attempts to cover whatever is on the coffee table in front of him, but you can’t see past Thor’s thick frame anyway.

“I thought you were going out shopping, my love,” Thor says shiftily, placing two large hands on your upper arms and steering you slightly further away from the sofa.

“I’m just about to, I had something to do first,” you say, referring to your visit to Bruce’s lab. “What are you two doing?” You ask him, with suspicion, attempting to peer past him. He blocks you with his shoulder.

“Nothing that concerns you,” he says, but his tone is playful.

“Alright…” you say, narrowing your eyes slightly. “Anyway,” you continue, changing the subject to the reason you came to find him in the first place, “I was just wondering… the next time you go to New Asgard, could I perhaps go with you?”

He looks surprised by your suggestion.

“I mean, I totally don’t have to, if you would prefer to go alone. I just thought…”

He cuts off your rambling by embracing you so hard in his large arms that he almost lifts you straight off the floor.

“That would be wonderful!” He says excitedly, beaming at you. “I can’t wait to introduce you to my fellow Asgardians, they will love you!”

“Ok, that’s great,” you say, returning his smile, “I’m really looking forward to meeting them.”

He lets go of you and you straighten your outfit. “Well, I better go do some shopping, or I’ll never be ready for Christmas,” you say then give Thor a peck on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”

“Goodbye, my love,” he says, steering you back in the direction of the door.

“Bye Steve,” you say, waving to him, still sitting on the sofa.

Having panicked and finally given in to Sam and Nat’s idea, you’re now hurrying down the busy city street lined with twinkling fairy lights, in the direction of the nearest lingerie shop. You glance at the window of a shop across the street from you and do a double take.

There’s a large glass tank in the display. You stop abruptly to stare at it from the opposite side of the pavement out of curiosity, causing the woman behind you to swerve out of the way to avoid hitting you with her shopping bags. She tuts loudly as she carries on bustling down the street.

You carefully negotiate crossing the busy road, then stand on the sidewalk with one of your gloved hands held up to the glass, cupped above your eyes to help you see in through the window of the store.

You can see the outlines of various tanks and cages along the back wall and, in the ones closer to you, the moving shapes of the different animals inside them.

The snake in the tank closest to you, slithers slightly closer to the window and raises its head, staring back at you, unblinking. Butterflies start swirling around in your stomach, as you peer in at it. You remember your conversation with Thor from yesterday and how he had said he loves snakes. Is this a totally insane idea? you think to yourself. Not the first one I’ve had today, you add, remembering Banner’s reaction to you wanting to find Loki.

A small, hopeful part of you thinks as you gaze at the animal, that perhaps it would remind him of his brother and the good times they used to have together. It seems like a good alternative, at least until you can start your search for Loki properly.

You chew on your bottom lip, still studying the snake. As much as you think he’d love it, what if Thor doesn’t want the commitment of owning a pet? He does sometimes go on long missions and wouldn’t be around to look after it all the time; but you would be there, so it wouldn’t be neglected.

You’re slowly talking yourself into it, when you’re drawn out of your reverie by a voice beside you. “Unusual creatures, aren’t they?”

You look to your left, startled, to see a man wearing a smart black suit and overcoat with black shoulder length hair, standing next to you.

He’s staring straight ahead, but you know his comment was definitely directed at you; there’s no one else around for him to have aimed it at. Following his gaze, you see he is looking through the window at the large tank with the snake in it; the very same snake you had just been considering buying for Thor.

“Yeah,” you say in response, not really sure what else to say. “I was thinking of buying one for my boyfriend. As a Christmas present.”

He turns to look at you and offers you a charming smile. “That’s very thoughtful of you,” he says in his posh British accent, then pauses, “I’m sure Thor will love it. He was always very fond of snakes.”

You smile in return then do a double take.

“What? How… how do you…?” You stumble over your words, causing him to laugh lightly, flashing his teeth. Then it clicks.

“Loki?” you whisper in amazement.

He bows his head to you.

“Lady Y/N.”

You’re dumbfounded. Opening and shutting your mouth several times. You discreetly pinch the skin on your forearm, just to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“How…?” is the only thing able to make it past your lips, as you gaze at him in wonder and disbelief.

This earns another soft chuckle from him.

He gestures across the road towards a small park area with a few benches, “We have much to talk about. Shall we?”

At a complete loss for words, you simply nod and follow his lead.

“After we escaped, I had nowhere to go,” Loki explains. “Asgard was destroyed and I couldn’t go back to Sakaar. Which was a shame really, I quite liked it there. Could see myself fitting in,” he adds wistfully. “I’m not exactly welcome here on Midgard,” he casts a wary look around as he says this, lowering his voice. “So I ventured off on my own, trying to find another planet to settle on.”

“So, why did you come back?” you ask.

He looks at you with a creased brow.

“I’ve come to tell you to stop looking for me.”

You scoff softly, taken aback by his suggestion.

“How did you know I was looking for you, when I hadn’t even started?” Then a thought creeps into your brain, making you shudder. “Wait, have you been spying on me?” you ask in disgust.

“Oh, don’t make it sound so perverse,” he chastises you. “I like to keep an eye on my brother,” he says hesitantly, as if he isn’t sure he should be admitting this to you.

“Then why would you come here if you didn’t want to be found?” It doesn’t make any sense to you.

He casts his eyes to the floor. Then you remember something Clint had once said to you, about Loki’s projections of himself.

“You’re… not really here, are you?” you ask quietly. You reach out to touch his hand and it flickers slightly, your fingers brushing nothing but air.

“I couldn’t risk it,” he says in response to the disappointed look on your face. “Besides, Thor doesn’t want to see me. He’s happy now,” he says, catching your gaze. “He has you.”

You smile thoughtfully.

“Family is important, Loki,” you say after a moment of silence. “And sometimes we don’t realise that until it’s too late.” Your voice is wistful, as you stare into the distance.

His face falls at your remark, it seems you caught him off guard.

“Our mother used to say something similar to that.”

Although you don’t know much about their mother, Thor had always spoken very highly of her and you knew they both loved her very much.

“Whenever Thor and I would fight, she would say that one day we’d be all each other would have left. As usual, she was right.” he looks off in the direction you are staring.

The pair of you stay quiet for a little while, then you speak up.

“Look, Loki, after all this time you’ve still kept an eye on Thor, obviously because you care for him a great deal. And he misses you, he really does, I can tell. Why don’t you just come back to the compound with me? See him,” you suggest. Loki looks startled by the idea.

“Absolutely not,” he scoffs. “No.”

“It’s ok, I get it. You’re scared about seeing him, but I-”

“I am not scared,” he cuts in stubbornly and you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes at him.

“Well, how about you think on it?” You suggest, and then you have an idea. “Hey, I know! Come for Christmas!” you say excitedly. You see the look on Loki’s face and dial your enthusiasm back a notch. “You could join us at the compound on Christmas day, I’m sure Thor would love that.”

Loki continues to shake his head.

“Nobody wants me there, Y/N,” he says plainly. You see the hurt in his eyes.

“Thor does. And if he does, so do I.”

He gives you a doubtful look in return.

“Don’t worry about the others,” you say, “ I’ll handle them.” He says nothing, so you figure you’ve probably said enough.

You’re starting to resign yourself to the fact that you’ll never be able to reunite Thor with his brother.

“It was really nice to meet you Loki,” you say genuinely, standing up from the bench, “but if you’ll excuse me, I have to go panic-buy a snake.”

He gives a small laugh and smiles.

“You know, my brother is a lucky man.” The corners of your mouth twitch upwards at the compliment. It’s funny, you never expected you’d be having a conversation with Loki, let alone that it would shape out like this.

“Just, please, promise me you’ll think about my offer,” you say, straightening out your coat.

He doesn’t say anything but smiles and politely bows his head to you in a final goodbye. You cross the road to get back to the shop and once you’ve made the short walk to the other side, you turn back to look at the bench you had left Loki standing in front of, but he is gone.

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Chapter 10

Star Crossed Lover

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Word Count: 10,607 (I am SO sorry lol)

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The drive to your team welcoming at the winery made 45 minutes of highway feel simultaneously far too long yet excruciatingly short.

After what happened in the corridor, you really didn't have much to say. The only words really spoken between you and Steve was you thanking him for getting the car door for you, then him insisting that you played your music.

After a few minutes on the road, Steve stole a few quick glances at you to try and gauge how you were really feeling, but your head was leaned all the way back against the headrest, and your eyes were always either closed or staring absentmindedly on the scenery around you.

He took no offense, in fact, he was glad that you were calm at the very least. Deep down he knew you were always feeling at least a little worse- if not a lot worse than you expressed to anyone. But like always, there was a time and place to address issues. Pulling into a parking spot at the winery and putting his car into park was not the time, nor the place.

Taking a quick peek through his rearview mirror, he could see a few special guests had already arrived, and he could only hope it would help ease the distress you never deserved to have inflicted on you.

Steve turned to you with an empathetic grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "Last chance to run away?"

You turned your head to look at him with a lazy smile, and an unexpected giggle. "I can't run in these shoes."

"If it gets too overwhelming, you know I'll be here. Just tell me, I'll sneak you away for a bit of fresh air." He reminded you.

"You're making me feel like I'm about to be eaten alive" You raised your eyebrow.

Steve shook his head. "No, you're not. I've been on this team for so many years I stopped counting and even I still get overwhelmed by all of them sometimes. Things like this can be a lot even on a perfectly good day."

"I'm guessing I'll relax after a glass of wine or two" You reassured him and yourself. "It'll be like nothing ever happened, nobody even has to know."

That sent red flags raising high in Steve's head. Now he knew for sure you were in worse shape than you were letting on.

"Bug," Steve shot you a serious glare. "You can be sad, it's okay to be sad."

"I'll be sad later." You surrendered. "Right now I'm so happy and honored to be part of such a welcoming and supportive team. We're all going to have a wonderful night, and everything is going to be fine."

"Promise me right now that after this is over you'll cut the bullshit and stop telling me you're fine." Steve held out his pinky to you. All you did was narrow your eyes at him, you knew he could read you like a book far below his intelligence level, and it was equal parts endearing and frustrating. "We both know that's a lie, and we both know there's no reason for you to have to go through any of this alone anymore. We both know this is the beginning of the end of all of your suffering, and should it get worse before it gets better, you have a whole team of people who want to help you and be there for you."

"Fine." With an internal defeat, you wrapped your pinky around his. "I'll be sad later, but only if you get me a glass of wine while I socialize so I don't seem like a bitch for booking it to the bar."

"Great" Steve smiled, shaking your intertwined pinky fingers, locking in the deal. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"This is the worst deal ever." You shook your head with a smile on your face while reaching for the car door handle.

An immediate gasp full of personal offense left Steve faster than you anticipated, and you got ready for the fight you two had nearly every time you got into a car together. "Do not reach for that car door ma'am."

"Twinkles, I have two fully functioning arms and legs. I can open my own car door." You made the same argument you've made a million times before.

"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should." Steve shook his head at you, his face full of disappointment. "Stay right there before I put the child safety lock on the passenger side of the door."

"Logistically, it'll take more time for you to get out, walk around, open my door, wait for me to get out, then close my door than if I were to just get out on my own." You laughed.

“Yeah well, logistically, this reoccurring argument takes a lot of time as well yet you always seem to want to spark it." Steve spoke as he got out of the car, his door closing behind him. Very quickly making his way to you, he opened your door and offered you his arm to help you out. "See, didn't take that long. Look, this is an unpaved parking lot and you're wearing a pretty high heel which means you could've tripped and fallen and broken an ankle, and it would've been all my fault."

"How could you possibly sleep at night?!" You agreed sarcastically as you got out of the car, and he closed the door behind you.

"I never do." Steve noted. "This is why I have insomnia."

"Too many women and too many unpaved parking lots in this world." You agreed, walking with him towards the entrance. "We really need to contact someone about this."

It didn't take long to enter the beautiful outdoor space that was far too big to be reserved just for the team. You immediately felt like you were the main character of a hallmark movie, strings of twinkling lights shined above your head, the grounds were well maintained, full of plants, tables, and even a dreamy gazebo that was also illuminated by strings of lights.

There were candles lit along pathways and atop the standing tables, booths open that served food, and no less than 20 different wine options, and a whole bunch of friendly faces that all started clapping and cheering when you walked in.

Definitely not expecting that much immediate attention, your cheeks widened into a smile and deepened in color before your hands moved up to hide your face. It only took a few moments before you were brave enough to peak through your fingers to recognize faces you didn't quite expect to be there.

All you expected were the avengers that lived in the compound or near by, but to see faces like Thor, Clint, and even that Spider-Kid who definitely was not 21 and was out passed his bedtime was a pleasant surprise.

Another pleasant surprise was the sweet faces of your mom and dad, sister and brother in law, and a handful of your friends from back home.

Your hands dropped from your face and showed off your full toothy smile and pink cheeks that Steve loved so much it made his heart skip a beat.

It nearly dropped out of his chest and deep into his stomach when you turned to him. "Did you invite them?"

"Of course I did" Steve nodded with a cheeky smile. "I wanted you to feel more comfortable, and you deserve to be celebrated by your family too, not just ours."

Much like earlier in the day when he gave you the suit, your arms flew around him fast and tight. It was shorter this time due to the audience, but Steve still loved it nonetheless. "Thank you so much, you're so sweet."

"You're very welcome" Steve smiled. "I'll go get us some wine like I promised, but I do feel like I need to say hello to your family first considering I've been texting them to arrange this. But I'll be quick!"

"I have so many questions" You raised your eyebrow at him.

"Save them for later!" Steve told you while walking straight towards your parents.

With full trust that nothing chaotic would happen in that interaction, you scanned faces once more and realized Bucky and Nat were missing. You knew why, but it made your happy mood deflate again until Thor was the first of the bunch to walk up and introduce himself.

You made your way through Bruce, Carol, and even said hi to Maria Hill regardless of the fact that you worked with her many times before.

Steve did make it to you with a glass of wine in each of his hands between your interactions with people. "Here you go, Bugs. Not quite sure what this wine is but I told the nice girl at the bar you liked white wine so she poured you her favorite."

"You're the best." Your cheers your glass against his.

"Ugh, I know right?" He agreed sarcastically, drinking down a grin with a sip of red.

Your quick interaction with Steve made your family approach you to celebrate, but he definitely wanted you to have your time alone with them so he slipped away just as fast as he came.

Lots of hugs, lots of chatting, then lots of them pushing you away to go hang out with the Avengers.

Somewhere between Peter Parker and more time with Sam, a quick scan of the crowd had you realizing that now the Avengers were co-mingling with your family and friends. Oh, and Bucky and Natasha finally got there 45 minutes into the actual event.

Lost in conversation with Scott Lang about the most recent episode of that one sitcom he so happened to bring up, a pair of forearms wrapped around you from behind.

You pretty much expected it to be anybody but Natasha, but you were pleasantly surprised that she was already so comfortable with you. "Sorry we're late, but Rogers' mess is cleaned up and you'll never see it again. Also, you look hot in that dress."

There was no chance to thank her or apologize for the mess as she quickly galavanted off into the crowd.

Scott was pulled away from you about 10 minutes later, and your glass became empty of wine. Feeling mildly confident at this point that you had at least introduced yourself and greeted everyone there, you felt comfortable enough to go get a refill on your own.

Another heavy pour and you were back out. Conversation flowed a lot easier than expected between the groups you found yourself in. There was always something to talk about, laughter was a common occurrence, but somehow the mess in the corridor kept seeping into your mind no matter how hard you tried to push it down.

Eventually Bucky found his way to you, and somehow the comfort of one of your best friends helped quiet down all of the unnecessary noise in your brain.

In true Bucky fashion, he approached with plenty of food in hand. Setting a full wood fire pizza on the table, he pushed the whole tray towards you.

"You haven't been eating enough for someone at an event with free food" He noted.

"Hello to you too" You grinned, taking down another big gulp of wine.

"Steve told me you were worried about me." Bucky's face softened.

"I'm always worried about you, that's what friends are for." You agreed with Steve's statement.

"You know what that agent said about me tonight is nothing but water off a ducks back." He reassured you. "But what he said about you is what bothered me. That is what I take personally, and that's what I can't let anyone get away with."

You sighed. "What did you do, Buck?"

"Nat fired him, we both got him on some gnarly lists to ensure he's going to have a hard time finding another job." He explained. "I think Steve did enough damage that the dumbass will probably never reproduce, which is probably a blessing to the next generation. We didn't help him up though, he can figure that out himself."

"Don't you think that's a bit harsh?"

"If it was up to me. I wouldn't have left it at just his balls, but I digress" Bucky shrugged. "I'm really happy you're back, Buggy. I've been smiling all day knowing you're here."

"Well for what's it's worth, I'm sorry people have been saying rude things about you because of me, and I'm happy to be here to hopefully get back on the right foot. I missed you and Steve a lot these past couple of months."

"It's not your fault, so I'm not accepting that apology." Bucky denied. "But I will accept a hug because I missed you too."

"Tough crowd." You grinned before wrapping your arms around him and leaving them there for a while.

Then, he started whispering in your ear. "This was a trap I just wanted to gossip in peace"

You let out an uncontrollable laugh, starting to feel the effects the wine had on you. "What's up? What's the gossip?" You tried to whisper back but it was a little hard to get the words quietly past your smile.

"Has Steve kissed you yet?" Bucky asked in a dramatic whisper.

“No, I don't think he ever will." You denied. "But I just got back last night, give him some grace."

"I don't think he will either. He's really scared of you." He agreed with you. "Do you need me to yell at him for that? Or I can just kind've shove your faces together when I find the opportunity?"

He pulled another laugh from you. "No, it's okay. He's scared, he needs to go at his own pace."

"Have you admitted to yourself that you like him yet?"

"Unfortunately you knew that before I did, but yes, and I told him that too."

"Good, good." Bucky started to pull away from the hug, but your wrapped your arms tighter around him.

"Tell me about you and Nat now" You trapped him.

"Well I'm not a scaredy cat like Steve is so... Girlfriend."

You gasped with a smile and pulled back to observe his face. But it was obvious he wasn't lying to you, so you lit up once more. "I'm so happy for you!"

Raising your hand up for a high five, Bucky hit his metal palm against your hand.

From across the winery and under the gazebo, Steve watched this whole interaction between you and Bucky. He was pleasantly surprised when jealousy never rushed through his veins watching the two of you hug.

Thats when Steve realized how secure he felt with you now. He understood now more than ever that you and Bucky were purely platonic, and it was evident in the way you two looked at and touched each other. In fact, he even felt a sense of warmth and happiness watching you two have a secretive conversation that wasn't so slick. Maybe it would've been a little more discreet had you been a bit more sober, but he found it endearing nonetheless. He found himself feeling hopeful that soon enough the three of you really could smooth over the damage and go back to hanging out together, a notion that once felt impossible.

He was even happier when he saw the both of you take a slice of pizza, cheers, then eat together.

After that, he stopped watching. He was so content knowing that Bucky was keeping an eye on you. Maybe that's where he overestimated his false sense of security, because along with the pizza, Bucky brought you another glass of wine which only meant you were feeling sillier and more socially confident by the second.

At some point Steve fell deep into conversation with your dad, they were getting along so well, in fact, he hadn't even noticed that he spent about a whole hour and a half alone under the fairy light illuminated gazebo with him. They also didn't notice that you were getting along with the team so well it's like you were always part of the little family to begin with.

He didn't catch you and your sister flipping each other off from across the venue as often as you could, he didn't see the way you and Peter made a secret handshake, or even when you exchanged phone numbers with Bruce. He missed Sam making you laugh so hard you nearly peed your pants, then you, Nat, and Wanda disappearing to the bathroom for a solid ten minutes then coming back with your lipstick magically perfect again.

He also missed your fourth glass of wine.

But that was pretty obvious when you walked out of the bathroom and into the social event, scanning the intimate crowd to try and spot anyone to engage in conversation.

Thats when you noticed your mom batting her eyelashes and giggling in a one on one conversation with Tony, while your dad was batting his eyelashes and giggling under the gazebo with Steve.

A bit wobbly on your feet, you walked over to them and held onto the wooden entrance as you stepped up. Both of their attention was drawn to you from their spot on a bench.

You squinted your eyes at your dad. "Hello, Father."

"Daughter" He raised an eyebrow at you.

Steve didn't know where this interaction was about to go, so he observed carefully.

"Steve, is this strange man bothering you?" You asked him.

Steve laughed as your dad reached over to you and flicked the side of your head, you remained unfazed. "Not in the slightest."

"She's drunk" Your dad told Steve while covering your ears.

"I'm not drunk, I'm silly and perhaps a bit goofy, but I am not drunk." You grabbed your dad's wrists and pulled his hands off your ears. "My sobriety should be the least of your concerns at the moment."

"Why is that?" Your dad asked.

"Tony Stark is flirting with your wife." You pointed to your mom and Tony.

Steve followed your pointed finger and saw that you were actually right, and that made him laugh. "That's really concerning."

Your dad sighed. "So what? I have to fight Iron Man now? You chose to be a superhero and now I have to fight Iron Man for your own Mother?"

"Get used to it." You stuck your tongue out at him.

He stuck his tongue out right back at you before turning to Steve. "Please excuse me, I need to rescue my wife."

"By all means" Steve agreed.

When your dad walked off and you were alone with Steve, you sat down right next to him and pulled his arm around your shoulders before you closed your eyes and rested your head on him.

You didn't see his smile as he pulled you as close as he could and rubbed the top of your arm. "How are you doing?"

"Cold, tired, feet hurt." You mumbled. "Drunk"

"I thought you said you weren't drunk?" Steve quipped happily.

“Well, you're not my dad so you get to know the truth." You snuggled into him. "More truth, you smell really nice, and I just need to sit here for a little while."

A giggle escaped Steve from your confessions. "Are you having fun?"

"More fun than I thought" You nodded. "I'm so warm and fuzzy inside. It's been so long since I've felt happy like this."

That wiped the smile clean off of Steve's face. "I'm so happy that you're happy. It'll keep getting better, I'll make sure of it."

"I wish it could just be like this all the time." The feelings you never talk about spilling out of your mouth. "Life could be so good, and I really love it sometimes. I just don't know how to not take what other people do to me personally. You and Bucky are so good at that."

"You're good at everything you do, and life is about to get so much better for you, sweet girl. I promise."

"I'm trying really hard to believe you." You smiled. "I probably sound sad, but I'm happy right now. 'M always happy when I'm with you."

"You can stay with me however long you want, I'm happy with you too." He squeezed your shoulder.

"How did you guys plan such an elaborate event when nobody even knew if I would agree to be an avenger or if I would even be back at the compound today?" You asked.

"We used magic and our intuition" He said with a smile.

"You are so magical" Your alcohol influenced mind marveled. "And who in my family have you been communicating with because that's so magical"

"Your sister and your mom" Steve giggled at your question. "Your family is very nice and really fun to be around."

"Did my dad tell you embarrassing stories about me?"

"Surprisingly, no he didn't."

"Good, good. Let's keep it that way."

Closing your eyes, you let the wine and Steve's body heat relax all your muscles and wash the tension away. Unsure of how long you had actually been there, there was a point in which you could feel Steve shift to look at an approaching person.

An uncontrollable laugh escaped your intoxicated mind as whoever Steve was looking at sat on the other side of you and snuggled into your body the same way you were snuggled up to Steve, but for some reason you still didn't want to open your eyes.

"Wow, this is lovely" The voice said. It sounded like Sam, but you couldn't be too sure.

"Hey, I want in on this too" Sounded loudly from far away. Footsteps came running, and Maria plopped onto Sam's lap sideways. She kicked her legs over your and Steve's laps.

Slowly but surely, more Avengers, family and friends ended up under the gazebo with you and Steve. The cuddle pile grew with Scott and Nat, and lasted longer than it probably should've.

You were fed enough food by pretty much everyone while you all drunkenly told stories and laughed so hard that your stomach hurt that you eventually sobered up.

Once you were sober again, you realized just how fast time had flown by and were sad to hug your parents goodbye. You're pretty sure your mom hugged and your dad fist-bumped nearly every single person at the event, but that was neither here nor there.

Eventually everyone said goodbye, and by the time you got back into Steve's car it was already almost midnight. And by the time you got home and into Steve's bed, all of your energy was more than depleted. Social battery was in the negative, but you felt like you had been plugged into a high speed charger when he got under the covers next to you.

"How are you feeling?" That seemed to be everyone's favorite question to ask you.

"I kind've feel like you right now" With your eyes closed, your laid on your back with one arm above your head and the other resting over your hoodie on top of your belly.

Steve giggled "what is that supposed to mean?"

"I feel like I'm going to throw up."

"Any particular reason why?"

"I ate too much, drank too much wine. I'm bloated but happy so it's a small price to pay." You explained.

"Well if you're going to throw up, aim in that direction" Steve smiled and pointed in the opposite direction of himself. "Are you still drunk? Do you need some water?"

"No I'm not, I'm okay" Your smile barely ghosted your lips. "Just need some sleep."

Steve reached over and pulled some blankets over your frame before poking your cheek. "Remember what you promised me earlier?"

Your eyes opened to look at him. "I feel better, really. I do."

Steve sighed. "You don't even want to talk about it?"

"What is there to say?" You questioned. "All the same shit, different day. There's nothing I can do about that anymore."

"When this all first started, you were getting sent to my office nearly every day for fighting back, but tonight you kind've froze up. Why?"

"I wasn't expecting anyone to do that to me when I was with you." You answered. "But it's done now, it's fine."

"We both know it's not done" Steve's face softened. "And avoiding it doesn't make it go away."

"Would you like me to rewind time and kick him in the balls instead?"

"No, I just want you to know you can talk to me." Steve emphasized.

"I'm pissed off." You admitted. "I'm always in a state of being angry that this is the environment that I have to learn to thrive in every day, but I've also reached a state of emotional exhaustion that makes me feel like I have no room left to be even more angry than I already am. I've hit max capacity, so I'm choosing to stay as calm as I can because out of all the kicks and punches I've thrown, none of them have worked before. I have no reason to believe it'll work now."

“It's not fair." Steve huffed like kid.

"It never has been." You agreed with a shrug. "But you don't need to hold onto that anger for me. I'm trying to let go of it and move on."

"I'll let go of my anger in the form of making change." Steve told you, now feeling brave enough to pull you close to him.

You snuggled up close, your head on his bicep and your arm holding him gently. "I'm an avenger now. That's all the change I know how to make at the moment."

"I'm so proud of you" he practically whispered. "But I've never met anyone like you before."

"You really need to work on providing context before sentences that might hurt my feelings"

Steve chuckled at your bluntness. "You're telling me that you're happy, but you're also telling me that you're sad. Both of those statements feel genuine, so I don't really know where your mind is."

"Well then imagine how complex and confusing it is to be me" You emphasized. "Never in my whole life have I felt more alone while also feeling more loved than ever. I'm happy and sad, I just accomplished something most people never will by becoming an avenger yet I've also never felt more like a loser. This is the first time I've ever been relentlessly bullied but it's also the first time I've ever been a superhero so I guess the juxtaposition of my emotions is just turning my brain into scrambled eggs."

"Have you tried compartmentalization?" Steve offered with a grain of salt.

"I tried that once, I think I created too many emotional categories and got overwhelmed." You smiled. "But I'm a Gemini, so these complexities have been written in the stars for me since the moment I was brought onto the earth. I think I was born for the very purpose of the universe testing to see if overwhelming contradictory emotions could physically kill a human being."

"One of my greater purposes in life is to protect people against the things that could kill them, so you're in good hands right now." Steve slowly rubbed your back. "Overwhelm will not be your cause of death. Actually, nothing will be. I'm trying to convince Banner to make clones of us to be kept in cryofreeze that way when we die of old age, new versions of us can just be thawed out so we can be best friends forever."

"Spoken like a true cancer" You laughed, patting his chest. "Did I uphold my end of the promise?"

"We can call it even, but I'll always be concerned"

"Even Stevens!" You sleepily enthused.

"Are you rhyming or was that a reference to something?" You could hear his amusement.

"Both, you're a little too old to understand that one."

"That's really rude" Steve faked offense.

"Thanks for coming to my rescue, Twinkles. I know you think you didn't do much, but it means a lot to me when I know I have someone on my team."

"I'll always be on your team, you've always been worth the fight." Steve reminded you.

Those words comforted you enough to ignore your very full stomach and fall into a deep sleep in the hold of your favorite soldier's big protective arms. Unfortunately the universe loved to hate you, because you only got your share of the superhero until about 4am when his phone started ringing effectively waking both of you up.

A few curse words slipped out of his mouth in complaint before he reached for his phone and answered it. You didn't pay much attention to the phone call itself, but you did find it within your lack of consciousness to move nearly your entire body onto his in attempt to keep him forever. Snuggling into him belly to belly, his hand found the back of your head and played with your hair as you slipped in and out of sleep.

By the time the phone call ended, you had effectively caged him between the mattress and your body. Realizing what you had done, Steve's cheeks burned as he let out a sigh.

"You can't go." You sleepily mumbled.

"You and I both know I don't really have any say in that." Steve reminded you apologetically.

"Says who? We all have free will."

"Unfortunately, the president of the United States. Apparently he requested to meet me for an urgent conversation about something that's happening somewhere." Steve explained.

"Damnit." You yawned. "I think the president has me beat in importance."

"I think the two of you are pretty equal in importance." Steve pondered. "The only difference is that people might die if I don't get out of bed."

"My soul will die if you get up, but it's fine, I understand." You joked dramatically.

"You're making it very hard for me" Steve complained, wrapping his arms around your back and squeezing you gently.

"If you're hard that's all the more reason to stay in bed." You joked, knowing damn well Steve wouldn't take a naughty joke like that very well.

And you were right, because the gasp that left his mouth was immediate and visceral. You didn't need to look at his face to know his cheeks were flushed pink and red hot. Your laugh was also pretty immediate and visceral as he used his body to flip you over onto the bed and propped himself up on his arm to lean over you. Pointing a finger at you like a dog, he had one word to say. "Bad!"

You laughed even harder as he shook his head at you. "I'm going to get up and get ready to meet the president, you stay here and think about what you just said."

Laying in bed alone, Steve eventually came to say goodbye to you. It was always sad to let each other go, but also an often occurrence. But this time he was hesitant to leave, of course you both knew why. Last night wouldn't be a one time event, but he encouraged you to stay close to Bucky, Nat and Sam as often as you could, and emphasized that there would be no timeline to his departure so he didn't know when he would be back. He also made it clear that should you need to defend yourself, you should do so with no hesitation.

Luckily, all was pretty smooth for a while. Your friendship with Nat bloomed faster than you'd ever expect it would, so for the first week Steve was gone the two of you were practically attached at the hip. Nat and Bucky spent a whole day helping you move from your old apartment up into the Avengers sector. Though it felt a bit pointless moving within the same building, the team felt better about keeping a protective eye on you when you weren't floors away from them. It was a nice change of pace to have a sense of community around you again.

The second week that Steve was gone, you tried to focus on building individual friendships with the team members outside of your little social circle. Your therapist also encouraged you to try and be brave enough to walk through the compound with a confident attitude so nobody would fuck with you, so you tried a few times on your own, a few times were nothing more than anxiety inducing, and a few times got you confronted with hostility which lead to 3 more agents getting fired by Natasha.

By the third week you finally got a phone call from Steve. It was nice to hear his voice and catch up and hear about what he had been up to for all this time, and it was especially nice to hear that he was wrapping up his work and he would be home soon. That same day you got to visit Jane and Luca over lunch at one of your favorite restaurants, then they helped you pick out a few new things for your new apartment.

Most kids acted as if a home store was cruel and unusual, but Luca was very opinionated about rugs and throw pillows. He even convinced you to get a new pair of sneakers at the clothing store he wanted to go to across the street from the compound.

Lots of therapy, lots of solo workouts, lots of team building, you were starting to feel mentally and physically stronger.

Strong enough to keep walking alone, and pushing forward no matter how hard it was.

When Steve landed on the runway after 3 whole weeks and a handful of days of being gone, he was so relieved to be back home. Without even making it off the jet he was already fantasizing about shaving the beard he unintentionally grew after forgetting his razor at home, a long shower and a long nap since it was only early in the afternoon and definitely not bedtime yet.

His fantasies continued as he stepped off the jet and into the building. Now he knew he wanted to see you before he knocked out for that nap he desperately needed. There would be some snacks at some point, and definitely no pants after the got out of the shower.

The sound of his boots on the sleek floor actually brought him joy knowing each step was one closer to you.

Like most fantasies, what he hoped and dreamed of was far from reality. Especially when a loud alarm sounded in the sector of the compound he was headed towards.

Stopping in his tracks and cringing at the sound, he waited for the code and location to be called out before springing into action. It could've been as simple as a knocked over vial in the lab, or complex as an invasion of an enemy. But when the code called out for aggressive physical conflict in the gym, Steve's heart sank and he started running as fast as he could.

He didn't want to believe it was you, but he couldn't be naive either. His racing heart and even faster legs carried him there faster than anyone else could. As he entered the doorway into the compound gym, he could hear the footsteps of a few sets of feet trailing behind him, but waiting for others arrival wouldn't slow him down.

Especially not when he entered the gym and it was completely empty besides two people, his heart sank even further when he recognized it was you, and the number on the back of the uniform of the other person was 212. Harvey.

No less than a billion racing thoughts came sped through Steve's mind, and none of the billion came together to form any good ideas. He swore all he saw was a blinding white and all he heard was his own heart beat in his ears as he sprinted through the equipment to get to where the altercation was happening.

The two of you looked like a cartoon before he went into fully protective mode. As he weaved through punching bags and stair climbers, he couldn't pick out where your body started and Harvey's ended. There might as well have been a big dust cloud around you, with puffs of air pluming out.

The consequences of putting himself in the middle of a fight wasn't even a thought in Steve's mind as he jumped over a treadmill and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and tried to pull you backwards, far away from Harvey.

Unfortunately, you were a little too preoccupied trying to save your own life to notice the alarm was sounding or that anyone was coming to save you, let alone Steve who you didn't even know was home yet. Assuming it was another attacker, one of Harvey's buddies helping him take you down, you forcefully thrashed and kicked yourself out of the Steve's grip. Adrenaline clouded your judgement, flight was nowhere to be seen as fight took over your every thought, you turned around and swung your fist right at him to earn yourself more time to knock Harvey down. You know you made pretty harsh contact considering there was a shooting pain buzzing through your knuckles, but at this point there was pain jolting through nearly every part of your body, so this wasn't going to slow you down.

Still not realizing what you had done, you watched Natasha sprint into the room and full body tackle Harvey to the ground, followed by a few other commanding officers, Sam, and Bucky. Trusting their ability to deal with Harvey and not let him touch you again, you turned back around to deal with whoever else was.

Fist balled, ready for a second swing, you looked up at the targets face, and devastation immediately took over the whole of your emotions. Steve blocked your punch and caught your wrist mid swing.

"Hey hey hey, it's me. It's just me" Steve frantically tried to get you to stop.

"Oh my god" You whispered to yourself as you realized you punched Steve right on his cheekbone, hard enough a bruise was already forming.

He watched you come to the realization of what you had done, your wrist was shaking in his hand, even more so as he loosened his grip and gently placed your arm down to your side.

You looked battered and bruised, but when he looked back at Harvey, it was clear that you had won this fight.

Looking at your wide eyes, he could tell you were in shock, and coming down from the copious amount of adrenaline coursing through your veins. He knew all too well what that felt like. Guilt, shame, the full effects of pain from the injuries sustained, the tremors and how weak your knees and thighs would get. He's been in your position far too many times before, he knew it was the worst feeling in the world.

Especially when your cheek was oozing blood, your arms were scraped up and bruised. Steve could tell the fight started with an unfair advantage.

Then, tears started pooling in your eyes as you looked at Steve's face and you opened your mouth but no words would come out.

"It's okay." Steve told you, very slowly reaching out to put his hands on your shoulders trying to snap your brain out of fight mode. "You're okay."

A tear fell down your cheek and your eyebrows furrowed before you muttered a quiet. "I'm so sorry."

"You didn't know" Steve shook his head. "You were just trying to protect yourself. You're okay, buggy."

You looked over your shoulder and saw Harvey on the ground. His face was a lot bloodier than yours. With eyes swollen shut and his nose definitely not in its usual form, you felt like a monster.

A sob escaped your throat, and your shaky hand flew up to cover your mouth before your eyes squeezed shut. "What did I do?"

"Everything is going to be fine." Steve reminded you, pulling your attention back to him.

His bruised face only made your sobs escape faster and your heart pound even faster. "I'm so sorry, Steve, I-I didn't mean to. I didn't know it was you."

"I know you didn't, you didn't even know I was home." Steve reasoned with you. "It's okay, just take some deep breaths for me."

You shook your head, still panting from the physical exertion. "I can't."

"You can't?" He questioned.

"I have to go." You took a big step backwards, Steve's arms fell back to his sides.

More concern than Steve ever thought was humanly possible took over his mind. "Where do you need to go?"

"I don't know." You sobbed. "I just need to go. I'm sorry"

Another two scared steps backwards, then you bolted out of the gym. Steve started making strides towards you, fully prepared to follow you but Sam approached him and stuck his arm out.

"You have to let her go on her own." Hand flat to Steve's chest, he stopped him. "She needs time to calm down and come to terms with what just happened. Trust that if she needs something, she will call you."

Steve's shoulders deflated. He wanted to go help, convince you to see a medic and have an emergency meeting with your therapist, but he also knew Sam was probably right.

With a big deep breath, Steve assessed the state of the gym. Realizing one of the treadmills was still on and going, he reached over the machine to stop it. Then a few commands slipped through his mouth while trying to organize his own brain.

He needed the security camera footage of the incident, he needed the alarm to stop, he needed a lab clean up crew to get rid of all the blood on the gym floor, and he needed Harvey handcuffed to the hospital bed he was bound to end up in. He was too tired to do any of that on his own, but luckily others were eager to get this taken care of too.

Just as he was no longer needed, Bucky approached and squeezed his shoulder.

"What's that thing on your face?" Bucky's nose scrunched up.

"She got me on accid-"

"I'm not talking about the bruise. I didn't even know you were capable of growing a beard" Bucky commented.

Narrowing his eyes, Steve glared at Bucky. "I forgot my razor."

"Respectfully," Bucky stated looking him up and down. "You look like shit, Pal."

"Thanks, Buck." Steve sarcastically smiled. He knew he looked disheveled and tired.

"Really, I think 66 more years of sleep would look good on you." He backhandedly tapped Steve's chest. "Go take a nap."

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep after she ran off like that." Steve sighed.

"We'll take care of her." Bucky reassured him. "We can always wake you up if need be, but her and Nat have grown really close. She has a lot of people in her court."

After about 10 more minutes of arguing with Bucky, he decided to just let him win under the conditions that he would keep him updated when he found out any new information.

Steve showered, shaved, and put on sweatpants and a shirt before getting into bed. He didn't want to wear pants, but he did it for your sake, just in case you came to find him. Realizing it had been about an hour since the incident, he tried calling you just to see if you would pick up, but he wasn't shocked when you didn't. So he sent you a text letting you know he was here for you when you were ready, then tried his hardest to get his mind to calm down enough to fall asleep.

It took an unfortunately short amount of time, as the second he laid down sleep hit him harder than your fist against his face, and he knocked out for so long that he woke up to the sound of his phone ringing, and it was now pitched black in his bedroom.

"Hello?" Steve mumbled into his phone.

"Jesus Christ, good morning sleeping beauty." Bucky said.

"Weren't you the one who told me to get some sleep?" Steve poked.

"Not important, glad you're back from the dead. I have some updates for you. Are you awake enough to process the words I'm speaking to you"

“I will be once I'm filled with rage over this situation again. What's up?"

"The security footage was recovered and I finally got to see it. It's enough evidence to land Harvey in jail for assault, so that's what Natasha is currently perusing."

Steve sat up in bed and reached for the lamp on the bedside table, blinking his eyes to adjust as it clicked on. "What happened?"

"She was alone in the gym, running on the treadmill and minding her own business. 212 saw her in there on her own, snuck in through the back door and yanked her off the treadmill. Her foot slipped off the end of the machine so he pushed her forward and scraped her face and arms against the moving belt, which is why she was bleeding. He was screaming some things at her but none of it is very clear. He tried kicking her a few times but she was able to get up and try to push him off of her, he persisted and she got fed up after he managed to get a swing at her collar bone and kicked her chin. She just... started swinging at him and didn't stop until you and Nat got them away from each other." Bucky explained.

"If this video can get him in jail, that would be great. But it can't be used if it's incriminating against her. We can't have that happen." Steve sighed.

"If anything, it's proof of self defense. You know Nat would never let anything bad happen to her. None of us would." Bucky reminded Steve. "It looked really painful on her end though. She ended up going to medical, but they released her a couple hours ago. JARVIS is telling me she's hanging out on the roof."

"Think I should go up there?" Steve asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, already knowing the answer.

"Well I don't necessarily think she should be alone for much longer."

"I'll talk to you later then."

The call ended and Steve stood in front of the mirror to fix his hair, while trying his hardest to ignore how tender and swollen his cheek was now. Before making it up to the private roof access, Bucky sent him the video and it took everything out of him to not kill Harvey with his own two hands. But a deep breathing exercise helped him regulate his anger again.

When he got up there and made it to the top, he saw you laying beneath the stars on a blanket with your headphones on, quietly crying to yourself and hoping that the moon understood your pain.

You noticed Steve immediately, and took your headphones off before sitting up as he quietly sat down next you. Trying your hardest to be brave, your lip wobbled trying to contain the new wave of emotion you felt. No words needed to be exchanged as you gently reached up and cupped his bruised cheek into your palm. There was a physical pain blossoming in your chest as he wrapped you up into his arms, but butterflies fluttered in his stomach as you let one of your arms keep him close, and your hand stayed over his cheek.

You cried tucked into his neck for a little while as he rubbed your back and simply let you feel your feelings. After a little while he heard your small broken voice.

"I'm so sorry." You apologized again, bravely pulling away and moving your hand to inspect the damage you did to his face. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, Bugs. I'm fine. It was a dumb move on my part to grab you like that, if I was you I would've punched me too." Steve responded sincerely, taking in the burn-like scabs on your face down near your jaw. "Are you okay?"

"Could've been a lot worse." You nodded with a sniffle, really trying to convince yourself that you were okay. "I don't remember what happened, it all happened so fast I can't even recall specifics. I got scared and didn't want to hurt anyone else so I ran. I'm still trying to come down from that."

"I saw footage from the security camera, it wasn't good, Bug." Steve broke the news to you softly. "You did what you needed to do, and it was all within reason. There mere fact that you walked away with a few scrapes and bruises is a miracle."

"Did he sneak up on me?" You asked, Steve simply nodded in return with a sympathetic look on his face. "That's what I thought must've happened, that's also probably why I punched you so hard."

"If you need to see the video to help you process, I'll show it to you. But right now, I think it's best to just try and wind down."

In agreement, you made yourself comfortable next to Steve. You sat sideways nearly on his lap, with your legs thrown over his. His arm pulled you into his torso, and you rested your head onto your shoulder. Steve noticed your tiny winces as you adjusted to the new found pain and soreness in your body, but he tried his best to avoid all the spots he knew were injured.

“You saw a doctor right? Is everything okay?" He questioned, genuinely concerned.

You nodded. "Everything is pretty surface level, but apparently being slammed onto some heady gym equipment can bruise a rib."

"Bruised ribs are so painful" Steve's face scrunched up. "You're one tough cookie."

"I'm sorry this is what you came home to after being away for so long."

Steve was looking at you, admiring the way you looked under the moonlight, yet you couldn't keep your eyes off the stars. "I wish you didn't feel the need to apologize for things that aren't your fault."

"I'm working on that, and I don't anymore for most people. But for you? A million apologies wouldn't be enough. You're too sweet for this kind of nonsense."

"You are too, but out of all people you should know that I understand." Steve stressed. "In a lot of ways, we're very similar, Bug. I know what it feels like to be in the position you're in right now. You don't need to explain anything or apologize to me. I get it."

You tried to understand his words, but you really didn't. For a moment, you almost got upset with him for implying that anyone would treat him the way you've been treated around the compound. Steve was one of the most respected people in the world, you could barely earn the respect of a new hire agent. "I don't see anyone rushing to try and physically harm you for going on a run." You wiped tears from under your eyes.

"No, maybe not here." Steve agreed with you. "But way back when I first got the serum, I struggled really hard to earn respect from anyone around me."

"I have to admit, it's hard to imagine anyone disrespecting you."

Steve grinned and carefully brushed a few stray strands of hair away from your eyes. "I went from a 90 pound asthmatic who didn't have the strength to complete one push up to a human science experiment. I proved myself the very moment after I got the serum and it still wasn't enough for a lot of people. Thats why I was paraded around on that USO tour for so long, nobody thought I could handle fighting a war."

"You looked really cute in those booty shorts" you sniffled.

Steve chuckled at your statement. "Stop making me laugh when I'm trying to teach you a valuable lesson."

"I'd rather jump off this roof than not make you laugh" you smiled despite the contradictory tears.

"The point of this conversation is actually to make sure you don't jump off the roof." Steve informed you.

Your eyes moved from the stars to his eyes, they were both as equally beautiful and bright. "Is that what you're worried about? I would never-"

"Quite honestly, yeah, I am." He cautiously continued with a slight nod. "We see a more on a daily basis than anyone should see in their whole life, that alone is grounds for struggle but when you factor in everything else, I don't think that concern is far off."

Your tears fell faster at his statement. As a sad sob slipped past your throat and your eyes found the sky once more, Steve's heart broke knowing he hit the nail on the head. He also knew you wouldn't open up if you felt defensive about it, so he needed to take the scenic route to get you there.

"What's your favorite part about the stars?" Steve asked. "You seem to love looking at the sky when you're sad."

"Looking for constellations helps me stay calm and get out of my head" You explain with a sniffle. "They're hard to see in the city but it's better here upstate."

Steve looked up. "It's amazing to me that you can find constellations. All I see is each individual star."

You pointed at the brightest light. "That's Saturn, and these stars right below it make up the Aquarius constellation."

"It's crazy that the universe is so vast."

"That's another reason why I like the stars so much. With so much happening out there, it's a good reminder that everything down here is so tiny and insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe. Sometimes that makes me feel like I can keep going strong, like one day none of this will even matter."

"You really believe in astrology? I go back and forth. The stars are so far away, I struggle to understand how they can control so much of who we are." Steve pondered.

"I do believe in it." You nodded. "The moon controls our oceans, the tide is physical proof. Our bodies are made up of 60% water, and all of the other elements we're made up of were formed in the stars over the course of billions of years. It's hard for me to believe they don't have a say in what's going on down here."

"I've never thought of it that way." Steve grinned. "It's really magical when you put it like that."

"Maybe you're made up of more stardust than the average human considering your eyes seem to twinkle like they're already up in space." You noted. "It's magical, but it's also equally devastating to feel like the bad parts of your life are written into the stars."

"We need the not so great stuff to help us understand how amazing the good stuff is. Can't see the stars if the sun is out." For some reason, his perspective brought you comfort. It felt like the hug he kept you wrapped up in. "Maybe that's always why I've thought so highly of you. Despite the darkness you've continued to show excellence, and shine brighter than the rest."

"Then maybe I'm a supernova because sometimes I really do feel like I'm going to explode." You giggled at your own realization.

"Even then you'd still shine a million times brighter than the sun!" Steve enthused, big smile on his face. "But don't explode, black holes are terrifying."

"I won't. That's why I came up here. Avengers only access, don't have to worry about anybody else or the damn sprinklers."

"When I was in the Army, drawing was my version of looking at the stars. It was the only way I could really get my mind to quiet down." Steve explained. "Back then, I was miserable. All the army men hated me, I had recently lost my mom, and I thought I killed Bucky. The war was so horrific I didn't think I'd ever be able to recover from what I had to do or what I had to see, and I felt even worse for the innocent lives taken in the whole ordeal. So, when I knew that I could end it... I did."

"You're a hero because of it." You agreed, feeling a bit confused by his words.

"No, you don't understand." Steve denied. "The plane crash that got me stuck in the ice? I could've gotten out. There was a chance for me to jump out of the plane, but I didn't. I didn't see the point."

Your heart sank at the implication of what he was confessing to you, and all it wanted to make you do is just hold him tight and weep forever. But you knew that wasn't the point, you knew you just needed to keep listening.

"I can't say that I regret it, because had that never happened I would've never gotten to enjoy living a life I never imagined, and I would've never met you, or the Avengers." He explained. "But it made my life far more complicated, and at least once a day I imagine what my life would've been like had I just gotten myself to safety, and that imagining- the 'what's ifs?' is something I'd never wish upon anyone. I do know how you feel, and much like you know the moon controls the ocean, I know things will get better. All you need to do is believe it."

Your eyes momentarily squeezed shut to rid them of the tears blurring your vision. They dripped down your cheeks as you shook your head, and his brave vulnerability made you realize that you always loved him, but in this moment you had fully and irrevocably had fallen for him. It was as if there was no more questions in your mind, you couldn't even understand anymore why you hadn't been with him way before this whole mess. It consumed every single one of your emotions, you simply couldn't ignore it anymore.

"I would never, Rogers, never." You confirmed with a cry. "I can't lie, I've been pushed to thinking about it, but it made me realize that I couldn't do that to you, my parents, Luca. Nobody. I love you so much, and I really hate to hear that, but I'm really glad you're here."

"Maybe this is what was written in the stars." Steve reached his hand up and used his thumb to gently swipe tears off your cheeks. "Maybe all of this was meant to happen so that this moment, right now could teach you that no matter what happens, you'll always have people to catch you at the bottom should you feel like you have nowhere else to go."

"Or maybe the lesson is that the idea of our existences happening at the same time is so unlikely that we have no choice but to listen to the universe." You said quietly, almost coming to that realization in real time. "Maybe you were always meant to be mine."

Steve's heart nearly pounded out of his chest as you spoke those words, then, as you looked up at him and closed the distance between your lips, he felt like a supernova too. He was burning hotter and brighter than ever before when your soft lips connected to his, his chest was mere seconds away from exploding when you pulled away to examine his shocked face.

Trying to process what had just happened, the sound of your giggles at his twinkling eyes and blushed cheeks grounded him and pulled him right back down to earth.

"Wait hold on..." Steve clutched his chest.

"Are you going to throw up?" You asked, wiping the last of your tears off your face as your smile took over.

"I think I need to sit down." He stated, finally making eye contact with you.

Your laugh boomed once again. "You're already sitting!"

"Okay, then I need to lay down." He said, readjusting to lay down on your blanket.

Your smile persisted as you laid down next to him. Shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, your hands intertwined. "This is better than you throwing up."

"Wait..." Steve spoke, looking up at the moon.

You turned your head to look at him. "What?"

"Again" He insisted, turning his head towards you too.

It took a lot of effort to contain your smile enough to kiss him, but you did, and it felt just as right as the first time. Keeping it short and sweet, it didn't take long for Steve to point to the stars.

"I like these bitches, they're being very nice to me right now" He smiled.

Admitting to how hard you laughed at his statement would simply be too embarrassing, but it was hard enough to yell at him for further irritating your bruised rib. "Now you can't get mad at me for calling you Twinkles."

"You can call me whatever you want, Love Bug."

Butterflies in your stomach erupted in flutters at his choice of nickname. "A cancer and a Gemini, who would've thought?"

Steve shrugged. "It works."

"What now?" You asked with a sigh, you didn't know if you were asking Steve or the stars.

"You fight your ass off in a trial against Harvey, you help us out in an investigation on him and everyone that's been tormenting you, you continue doing what you're amazing at, and you keep that beautiful smile on your face because all of this is about to change." Steve explained. "This was the fuel we needed to start a fire around the compound. It's enough to light the whole place up and change the status quo. By the end of it, it's going to improve the lives of every agent in the program, that's my vow to you."

All his words sounded appealing and genuine enough to believe them.

"Pinky promise?" You raised your pinky on the hand that wasn't already holding his.

"Pinky promise" He connected his pinky with yours, then kissed the back of his hand... then your forehead... then your lips.

He knew confidently, now more than ever, that his love for you transcended time and space. The laws of life, love, nature, and even the stars never applied to the connection you two shared.

Maybe it was fate, or maybe it was coincidence that the boy born in 1918 had a chance to fall so deeply in love with a girl who didn't live in the same era as him.

Or maybe everything did happen for a reason. Maybe your life was already mapped out in the stars, and all you had to do was find the right constellations.

You would always have infinite questions about the intricacies of the universe, but out of all the answers you are confident in, you knew two things for certain.

Steve was your North Star. So long as you had him to guide you, you always knew you'd be on the correct path. You'd always get where you needed to go, and he would always be there for you regardless of what season of life you were in.

He was your star crossed lover.

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Avengers Guys Taking Care of You When You're Sick Imagines

Hello! I caught some sort of very fun disease doing work-related things last weekend, so I came up with these imagines! I thought I'd post them for funises and because making you think of the dialogue yourself is way easier when there's very little oxygen entering my brain.

Disclaimer: I don't really do imagines, so I'm not even 100% sure that's what these are. They might just be headcanons? Listen, man, I'm an old person on the Internet. I don't know what I'm doing.

Also, I wrote these starting in the middle of the night after having only eaten marginally for three straight days and sleeping about a total of two hours over the course of 48 hours. Also, I didn't proofread them on account of the cinderblock shoved up my nose being very distracting. (But if there's something wrong, do feel free to bring it to my attention, and I will change it.)

Pretend these are in a world where COVID isn't a concern. I didn't feel like dealing with masking and isolation.

Let me know if you'd like to see later phases or groups!

EDIT: I forgot Clint. I blame the cinderblock. He's been added.

Enjoy!

Tony Stark

Let's face it. This guy is not in any position to play nurse. He hardly knows how to take care of himself; you're a different person entirely! Plus, he's not exactly into the idea of catching your cooties. Once you've got the ick, he is out of the bedroom and camping in his lab until you're no longer showing symptoms.

But that doesn't mean you're facing this alone. If this is before Pepper takes over Stark Industries as CEO, Tony's got her and Happy running around making sure you have anything you want--anything. More cold medicine? Done. A house call from your doctor? Called them 20 minutes ago; they're on their way. An authentic pizza directly from Italy? It's yours. If it's after, he will go get everything for you himself; it's just going to take a lot longer, and it'll probably take him five trips to actually get the right thing.

He won't leave you completely alone either. He'll call you up on one of the tablet phones and talk to (or at) you for hours. Heck, if you're bored, he might even set it up so you can watch him tinker on the suits from bed.

James Rhodes

You don't want Rhodey to find out you're sick. He's a busy guy, whether he's working with the Air Force or the Avengers. But he's gonna find out. Maybe he isn't able to call you as often as he'd like, but as soon as he makes contact, he's going to know you're sick from the word "hello."

He hates that you're often sick when he's quite literally half a world away. He doesn't want you to deal with your illness alone--and you won't. If he's still working primarily at the Air Force, you're on base with loads of fellow military officers and their spouses, and soon you've got more casseroles than you know what to do with. If he's with the Avengers, things are a little trickier. He can't ask Dr. Cho to fly in from Korea for a cough, and it's not like FRIDAY can answer the door for Uber Eats. Pepper and Tony aren't going to let one of their best friend's SO suffer, though! They love you, too. One or both of them is going to make sure you've got a house call from a doctor very soon.

As soon as Rhodey is off work, he's back with you. He'll cook dinner--something healthy that he knows you like. Then you'll both head to the couch or bed, snuggle up under a big blanket, and watch old movies until you fall asleep beside him.

Thor Odinson

Asgardians don't get run-of-the-mill illnesses, and any illness they do get is way more spectacular than what Midgardians deal with. Because of this, Thor finds your run-of-the-mill illness fascinating. Like, almost annoyingly so. Although he's fine to leave you to go on missions or the like, he is otherwise right there with you, delighting in every cough, sniffle and sneeze. If anyone on the team points out that you're, you know, sick, Thor is quick to remind them how incredibly tough his SO is. He knows you'll pull through!

Still, he doesn't want you to feel awful, so he's going to seek out advice on what he can do to help you. The results that come from this depend on who Thor decided to ask. Dr. Strange? Probably earn you some decent medications and/or treatments, even if Thor isn't 100% sure exactly how to use them. Loki? Then you're probably going to end up with Thor trying a dozen different things that don't make you feel worse but definitely don't make you feel better either. Hey, Loki's got no vested interest in helping out his brother's SO.

At the end of the day, at least you won't be left alone very often, and there is something endearing about a guy who thinks it's cute when you're so full of snot you can't think.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki is a much less...obtrusive companion than his brother is. Sick Midgardians are boring. They just lay around all day, producing the most horrible liquids from every part of them. He's got better things to do than sit around all day watching that...

...is what he wants everyone to think. He knows you don't like be smothered either. So Loki does go about his day as usual for the most part, but that doesn't mean he isn't checking in quite regularly. He'll slip into your room every few hours or so just to make sure you're resting. He won't wake you if you are. And the things you need have a funny way of appearing on your bedside table whenever you wake up: the remote control, a container of hot tea, even clean pajamas if you aren't feeling capable of walking to the bathroom for a shower.

But just because you don't like being smothered doesn't mean you want to be alone the entire time. Loki knows that. He's probably not going to crawl into bed next to someone who is coughing and sneezing and already warmer than they want to be, but he's perfectly content to pull a comfortable chair over to your bedside and sleep there. And when you get bored of watching TV or just need something quiet to fall asleep to, he's always happy to read aloud to you from whatever book he's reading.

Steve Rogers

Steve may no longer have the ability to get sick, but he remembers being sick when he was skinny, and he knows it's no fun. He also remembers the things that Bucky did for him that helped, and he'll try all of that on you. This leads to a bit of quarreling when Tony reminds him that they live in the 21st Century and have better ways of helping people with sore throats and coughing. But Steve eventually relents, and you get a good combination of things that make you feel better.

He's good at compartmentalizing, so he can put worrying about you aside when he needs to lead the team. The second they don't need him anymore, you're back at the forefront of his mind, and he's headed right to wherever you are. Even if you don't need anything he can provide you, he wants to make sure you're okay.

Since Steve doesn't get sick, he's 100% ready to cuddle. This is great when you have chills, and not so great when you're having hot flashes. He respects you if you ask him to please get the hell out of the bed. He lets you rest when you need rest, and is perfectly happy to just hang out in the room with you, quietly drawing in his notebook so he's there if you do need him.

Bucky Barnes

If Steve remembers getting sick, Bucky remembers being the one to take care of Steve when he was sick (after Steve's mom died). He does not handle seeing you sick well. At all. He cannot stop worrying about you at all. Never mind that all you've got is a stuffy nose and a cough, he's pretty much convinced that you are going to die on him any minute.

He's very reluctant to leave your side when you're sick. Even if there's some world ending-crisis that the team needs him for, he'd rather stay with you. Oh, he'll go to help with the world-ending crisis, but he's going to be thinking about you the entire time. Everybody on comms is going to get real tired of him using any downtime to wonder aloud if this will make [Name] feel better.

If you're lucky, Natasha or Sam or Steve might take pity on you and insist that Bucky take some time away and quit worrying so much. But unless they take him on outing to get you something (food, flowers, medicine, etc.), he's not going to want to go. Unless he's directly looking at you and confirming that you're okay himself, he's just not going to be able to settle. Until your fever breaks, don't expect Bucky to leave your side for very long, if at all.

Clint is a very normal guy wen it comes to his SO being sick. He's not too pushy or too distant. When you wake up with a sore throat, he makes you a cup of hot water with lemon juice in it, brings you a small breakfast in bed, and checks the medicine cabinet before he leaves for work. If there's anything you're low on, he'll make sure to pick it up on the way home. He'll call you at lunchtime to check on you, and if you say you need anything then, he'll pick that up on the way home, too.

If he has to go far away for work, of course Natasha is there to run errands and check on you. And if they're working together far away, you might get a very rare, very strange visit from Director Fury delivering cough syrup. Coulson pops by, too. Clint's got a pretty big support network willing to fill in any gaps he can't when he's working.

When he's at home, Clint mostly leaves you alone. He knows you need rest. There's plenty of work for him to do around the place anyway. But whenever he takes a break, he'll pop into the bedroom and ask you if you need anything if you're awake. He's always quick to tell the streaming service you're still watching, too, just so it's still going when you wake up. And he buys loads of your favorite takeout to tempt you to eat.

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november-rayne · 9 months

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Reception

Summary: Odin gives Asgard another reason to celebrate.

Word Count: 4600

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Chapter Index

The newlyweds were escorted out of the front of the arena to their awaiting carriage. It was open-air in style, gold exterior with plush green velveteen benches. Pulled by twin black mares dressed in gold. Loki held his wife’s train as she climbed in, then joined her by her side. Two footmen climbed onto the back, and the driver took the seat at the front.

“Ready to head back, Your Highnesses?”

“Lead the way, good man.” Loki smiled at the driver as he took up the reins.

Einherjar followed as the carriage pulled away. Next in the procession was the King’s coach, followed by His Lordship.

The visitors who did not fit in the arena were waiting just outside the gates. Loud cheers and applause followed them out to the forest. The couple waved and smiled at the crowds. Sigyn even blew kisses to the children they passed.

As they entered the forest, they got a short reprieve from the people. They settled back on the bench and twined their hands together.

“You took my breath away today,” Loki said as he held her chin in his hand, watching her fidelity swirl around her like a leaf caught in the wind.

“Do you like the dress? I had them change the neckline last minute. I love the way you look at me in off-the-shoulder gowns.”

“Am I so obvious?” Loki chuckled as he ran his fingers down the side of her neck, across her collarbone, and over her shoulder.

“The eyes do not lie.” She leaned over and kissed him.

“I love your dress, my sweet. I had to stop myself from falling to my knees when I saw you walking toward me.”

She put her hand on his chest and smiled widely. “I had to stop myself from sprinting to the altar; you looked so good standing there. My handsome husband. Please say you will let me braid your hair sometime?”

“I would enjoy that.” He picked up her hand from his chest and kissed her on her ring.

“This ring is breathtaking. I love it so much.” She held out her hand to admire it.

“I am happy you like it.”

“I love it.” She kissed him sweetly on the lips. “Did you choose this yourself?”

“I did. But I did show it to your mother first. She seemed to think it was suitable.”

“She was right. I will never take it off.” She looked down at Loki’s flat gold band. “Were you hoping for something more… just more?”

“No, sweetling, this is perfect.” He traced his thumb over the smooth metal.

“Your hands are already so beautiful. I did not want your ring competing.”

“My hands are beautiful?” He chuckled.

“Oh, yes! So large,” she picked up his hand and held it up to hers, “Your hand makes mine look tiny. They are strong yet gentle when gentleness is called for. You move your hands with such fluidity and grace. It is mesmerizing.” She flipped his hand over and ran her fingers over his palm.

“The daggers you fight with do not leave callouses in the same manner that swords do, so your hands are soft on my skin. And these devious fingers… mmmm… I have had pleasant dreams about these long, agile fingers.” She placed his hand on the side of her face and nuzzled his palm.

He was about to offer to let her sit on his fingers when she looked at him with sweet eyes and asked how he was feeling today.

“I am much improved. No need to worry about me.” He leaned over and kissed her sweetly. Holding her head in his hand, he pulled back to look at her adoringly. “You are my wife.”

“I know! Finally.” She laughed, “I have been dreaming of this day since I was a small child.”

“I never thought I would have a wife.”

“That just proves that you do not know everything.” She wiggled her left hand at him, showing off her ringed finger.

“I know you love me,” he grinned at her.

“I do. I am madly in love with you. I love you so deeply it hurts.”

He cocked one eyebrow up at her. “Tell me where it hurts, kitten. Let me kiss it and make it better.”

She smacked his arm, “Behave. We are almost out of the forest.”

“Fine,” he laughed. “At least let me hold you until we are back in the public eye.”

She snuggled closer to his side, and he tucked her under his arm. Her tiara was poking him under his chin.

“Can we lose the regalia for a moment, Princess?”

“Okay. But only for a moment. I may sleep in it. I love it so much.”

“As long as it is the only thing you wear when you come to bed.”

Sigyn laughed as she held the delicate tiara in her lap. “Are you telling me I should not have spent a small fortune on new lingerie?”

“Hmmm… I think naked is better. But do wear all the pieces for me to try and change my mind.”

oOXOo

Bells were ringing in the capital as they made their way back to the palace. As they entered the palace gates, they smiled and waved to the citizens as they passed.

Loki helped Sigyn out of the carriage and made their way up the stone stairs to the courtyard. The gathered crowd started calling for a kiss.

“Should we give the people what they want?” Loki asked when they made it to the top of the steps.

“I think it would be in bad form not to.”

“Hold onto your tiara, my sweet.”

Before Sigyn could process what he had just said, Loki had her in his arms and was dipping her backward. Her hand flew to catch her tiara as his lips claimed hers. The crowd erupted. He broke the kiss and grinned at her.

“Stand me up this instant, Mischief.”

He gave her a quick peck on the lips, then swiftly pulled her up to standing. She adjusted her tiara and then pulled him down for another kiss. This one lingered. Slow and sultry.

“That was a proper kiss, Your Highness.” She breathed against his mouth as she pressed her forehead to his.

“Kiss me like that again, and I will take you right here on these stones.”

She let out a breathy laugh, “Promise?”

He gave her a low growl and pulled her hips against his, “Would you like that, kitten?” His voice was low and close to her ear, “Would you like for me to fuck you while all of Asgard watches?”

Heat instantly coursed through her entire body. A scarlet blush painted her neck and chest, and she let out a stuttered breath.

“Oh, you would, wouldn’t you? Are you wet just thinking about it?” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

She swallowed thickly, “Maybe.”

“Have you participated in exhibitionism before? Or is it just something you read about in your naughty books?”

She shook her head, “No.” She licked her lips, “I am unfamiliar in both regards.”

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun together.” He kissed her forehead slowly before turning to watch as the King’s coach pulled into the roundabout.

Sigyn hadn’t even heard the coach approaching. She quickly tried to regain her composure as the King, Queen, and Crown Prince made their way to the stairs. Loki had a Cheshire grin on his face as Thor bounded up the steps two at a time. He pulled him into a firm bear hug.

“Congratulations, Baby Brother!”

“Easy on the ribs, please.” Loki managed to squeak out.

“Sorry.” He released him and held him by the shoulders. “You are a married man!” He shook his head, “I cannot believe it! And such a pretty wife.” He turned his attention to Sigyn.

She curtsied, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

“What are you doing, Princess?” He picked her up and twirled her, “You are my sister-by-law now. You do not have to curtsey to me any longer, and you may call me as Loki does.”

She smiled sweetly at him, “I appreciate that, but I would not feel comfortable calling you a big lumbering oaf.”

He let out a booming laugh, and Loki chuckled as he smiled proudly, “One hour as your wife, and she is already wielding your clever barbs.”

“Do not fault me, Brother. She has always been quick with a retort. She burned me the day of our betrothal, right here on this very spot. Do you remember that, darling?”

“Ah, yes. How could I forget? I met the man I was to marry for the first time, and he presented himself looking like something the cat coughed up and smelling of tavern whores. It was made worse when he stood here mute and slack-jawed in front of his people. He made himself an easy target.”

“I was overwhelmed by your beauty.”

“And I was overwhelmed by your breath.”

Thor howled with laughter, “He was retching his guts out moments before you met.”

“Well, it has all worked out, has it not?” She looked up at Loki with stars in her eyes. Her fidelity flared brightly, causing Thor’s fits of laughter to taper off.

Loki brought her hand to his lips and kissed it, “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

The trio bowed to the King and Queen as they reached the top of the stairs. Frigga moved straight to Sigyn, taking her head in her hands.

“Oh, my sweet daughter. What a joyous day!” She pulled her into a warm embrace. “I could not be happier that you are part of our family now.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I am so grateful to have been welcomed so warmly.”

“Please, call me Mother.” She pulled back to look at her with tears in her eyes.

oOXOo

The Royal family stood at the front entry of the palace and welcomed their esteemed guests as they arrived. Sigyn could not recall ever receiving so many hugs in her life. Loki had to lean over and tell her the names and titles of many of the guests. Aside from the Gods, Goddesses, and her own family and friends, most of the people attending the feast were Asgardian nobles, political allies of the King, or people Odin wanted to gain favor with. Sigyn had extensively studied Odin’s and Frigga’s family trees so she would not accidentally embarrass herself in front of her new family.

One of the wedding planners approached Sigyn from behind, “Excuse me, Your Highness?”

After a moment, Sigyn looked to Loki to see why he had not responded to her.

“She was talking to you, Princess,” Loki chuckled.

“Right.” She shook her head, embarrassed. “Yes?”

“Your parents have moved to a parlor to rest before the reception begins. I wanted to see if you would like to take this opportunity to rest your feet and keep them company for a little while.”

She looked to Loki, “Go, sweetling. There is no need for both of us to be here to greet these bloated sycophants.”

The man in front of Loki huffed in indignation.

“Not you, of course, Ambassador.” Loki shook his hand, “You are most welcome. Thank you for coming.”

The man and his wife went inside, and Loki rolled his eyes behind his back.

He turned back to Sigyn, “Please,” He kissed her forehead, “go see your parents. I will come to find you shortly.”

“Very well. My feet are killing me.” She pressed up to him and planted a kiss on his lips.

“We will be in the blue room, Your Highness, if you would like a respite yourself.”

Loki nodded in thanks and watched as Sigyn disappeared into the palace.

oOXOo

“Just through these doors, Your Highness.”

“Thank you.” Sigyn handed off her bouquet and made her way into the parlor.

Her father was sitting in a plush chair with his feet up on an ottoman, fingers laced over his belly, and his head resting on the back of the chair, eyes closed and mouth agape. Her mother had her shoes off and lounged across a sofa, her head propped on her hand.

At the sound of the door closing behind Sigyn, Lady Anderson looked up, startled. She quickly stood and bent into a deep curtsey.

“Mama, what are you doing? Stop that.” As Astrid righted herself, Sigyn rushed to her mother and put her hands on her shoulders.

“Protocol. You are a Princess, are you not?”

“Don't be silly,” Sigyn said with fresh tears in her eyes. “I am just your daughter. Same as I was this morning. Nothing has changed.”

“Of course, it has.” Her mother placed her hand on Sigyn’s cheek. “You may not have been born a Princess, but you are now, in name and title, a Princess. Married to a Prince and daughter-by-law to the King. Your husband is second in line to the throne. Gods forbid if some bad fortune fell upon Prince Thor before he produces heirs, Prince Loki would be crowned, and you would be Queen of Asgard. I am not telling you anything you do not already know, but you must accept that you will be treated differently. It may make you uncomfortable initially, but there is nothing wrong with expecting the respect your new title deserves.”

“Your mother is right.” Lord Anderson stood up from his chair and bowed to his daughter.

“Papa… Please… I am still just your little pumpkin, remember? I do not want that to change.” She was choking back tears as she went to him, and he pulled her into his arms.

“You will always be my little pumpkin in my heart.” He kissed the top of her head. “But you are a married woman now. You will seek your husband out when you need advice, guidance, or reassurance. You will turn to him when you are troubled. He is now the one responsible for your safety and comfort.” He patted her back and chuckled, “He will be the one to have to endure your tantrums when something does not go your way.”

Sigyn laughed through her tears, “I do not throw tantrums.”

“Regardless, yes, we are still your parents.” Her mother gathered Sigyn’s train and draped it over her arm.

“We will always love you with a ferocity that you will never fully understand until you have your own children. But I cannot treat you like Daddy’s little girl anymore. It is no longer my job to spoil you. You have always been My Princess. Now you are Asgard’s Princess. You must answer to your Royal titles and expect bows and curtsies from everyone, even me.” He rubbed her arms.

“Papa…”

She was unexpectedly mourning her childhood; even though she had been fully grown for ages, this transition into womanhood suddenly felt very abrupt. Even though she had been looking forward to this day since childhood, she was overcome by the realization that she would soon not see her parents every day.

She was sure she would get used to the bowing and curtsying and Royal titles, but the fact that her parents would be returning home in a few short weeks weighed her down more than she thought it would. She was missing them already.

“It is going to be okay. You do not need us anymore.” Her mother patted her back.

“That is not true. Do not say that. I will always need you.” She pulled both of her parents into a hug and cried.

“There, there, pumpkin.” Her father gave her his handkerchief, and she dried her eyes and nose. “If your new husband does his job right, you will be too busy to notice our absence.”

“Erik!”

“What? Our grandchildren are not just going to appear out of thin air. We cannot wish them into existence.”

“I know how it happens. That does not mean that I want to think about my daughter-”

“Enjoying it as much as you do?” The Lord grinned at his wife, watching her get flustered.

“Ahh, enough!” Sigyn’s mother started waving her hands about as if she were trying to shoo the thought from the air around her.

Sigyn clamped her fingers over her mouth and laughed as she watched her parents, “Gods, I am going to miss you two so much.”

When Loki found them a little later, they were all three snuggled on the sofa together, with Sigyn wedged between her parents like a small child, her head on her father’s shoulder as she dozed. Loki smiled as he watched the sweet scene, and then his heart sank; Sigyn looked as if she had been crying. Her cheeks were tear-stained, and her eyelids were pink and puffy.

Loki leaned over and gave the Lord a gentle shake. He opened his eyes and made to move, but Loki stopped him, “Please, do not disturb her. I just need to know if she is all right.” He whispered as he sat on the coffee table in front of him.

“She is fine, Your Highness.” Lord Anderson reassured him in hushed tones, “She just got a little overwhelmed thinking about us going home without her.”

“You know you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish. It has been wonderful having you here. I know my father has enjoyed your company greatly.”

“I have been enjoying my stay immensely but must return to the North. As you will come to learn, running that territory is like running a small kingdom, you never truly get time off.”

“I understand.” Loki reached over and stroked the top of Sigyn’s hand. She was clutching her tiara in her lap. “Did she get any sleep last night?”

“A fair bit. I convinced her to take a sleeping draught. It helped her fall asleep, but she was up before the sun. How about you? How did you manage?”

Loki chuckled, “My brother talked me into drinking with him last night. Sleep came to me easy, but it was very late before I had the heart to send him home.”

“It makes for a long day.” The Lord smiled at him.

Loki nodded and sat there thinking about how to bring up the next subject. “My Lord, I have not had the chance to talk to you since we returned from the hunting trip. I am sure you know by now that a false claim was leveled against me.”

“I heard it from a servant. At first, I was livid, as you can imagine. But Sigyn told me everything, and I… well, I am relieved everything worked out.”

“I just wanted you to know… what I am trying to say is… I vowed to remain faithful to Sigyn. I did not make that vow lightly. My previous lifestyle is firmly behind me. I can assure you.”

Lord Anderson was thoughtful for a moment. “No one goes into a marriage with the intention of being unfaithful. We live very long lives, and you are still very young. Circumstances can change before you know it. You may find yourself called away to war for years on end…” He looked at his sleeping wife, “So far from everything you hold dear.” He took a deep breath and turned his attention back to Loki. “Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes, I believe I do.”

“I would ask that you vow to always be honest with my daughter. It is a far worse thing in a marriage to keep secrets. There is a line from a Midgardian poem that goes ‘To err is human; to forgive, divine’...”

“Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism, Part Two.” Loki stared at his hand as he twisted his wedding band around his finger. “Essentially, anyone can make a mistake. As a collective, we should aspire to show mercy and offer forgiveness.”

“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying. While I hope it never comes to this, know the truth may sting for a little while, but a lie will ache forever.”

“Thank you.” He nodded. “Yes, I can always promise to be honest with Sigyn. No matter the circumstance.”

“That’s a good man.”

Loki nodded. He kissed his first two fingers, then placed them lightly on Sigyn’s lips as she slept. She stirred momentarily before snuggling back into her father’s side. “It is almost time to head into the Great Hall.”

“How about you go splash some water on your face…” He nodded towards the bathroom door, “…and I will wake the ladies? Sigyn will wake up hungry. You do not want to be in striking distance.”

Loki chuckled, “Here,” He conjured a bowl of plump green grapes, “this might mitigate some of the damage.”

“Do you know how many fits and tantrums could have been avoided if I had that ability?”

“I can imagine.”

oOXOo

The Great Hall was magnificent—the same boughs of flower garlands from the amphitheater decorated every corner of the massive hall. Wisteria hung from the bottoms of the enormous chandeliers and every sconce along the walls. A string quartet perched on the balcony and played gentle music as the guests filed in.

The long tables were set in with the palace’s most elegant crockery. Crystal goblets glimmered in the flickering light put off by the ornate golden candelabras between the centerpieces' lush greenery. There was a lovely note from the bride and groom in each place setting. The entirety of the cavernous space gave off an air of elegance and enchantment.

A special modification to the dais had been constructed, creating a three-tiered bleacher effect from the top down in a truncated pyramid shape. The Royal family, the wedding party, and the members of the Æsir in attendance would sit at the tables along the middle and bottom rows. The top was a flat platform left empty apart from a single golden pedestal.

Once everyone was announced and seated, Odin started the feast. Loki handed off his crown for the night, relieved to be rid of it. Sigyn insisted on keeping hers on with a knowing smile as she turned down the offer to bring it to the vault with Loki’s.

The Great Hall was brimming with celebration. Toasts were made in honor of the bride and groom. Stories were shared. Wine, ale, and mead flowed. Hundreds of servants bustled about to ensure no cups remained empty for too long.

Loki was amazed that Sigyn had managed not to get a single crumb on her dress. She did not refuse any food offered to her as platter after platter was brought around. A wine glass dangled precariously from her fingers as she leaned back in her seat.

“Are you finished, or do you need me to run out and bring back another boar?” Loki teased her when she finally pushed her plate away.

A pretty, pink blush adorned her cheeks from the wine she had consumed, “Ah, my handsome husband, God of Jokes.” She leaned over and kissed him.

A loud cheer when up in the crowd. The men had started draining their cups every time the newlyweds were caught kissing. Sitting on the other side of their parents, Thor called over to his brother, drinking horn raised, “Join us, Brother!”

Loki laughed and gave him a dismissive little wave, “You go right on ahead without me. I would like to remember consummating this union tonight.”

Loki looked at his parents, who were between them, “Apologies, Mother.”

“No apologies needed,” she smiled. “You are a husband now. It is your duty.”

“Finally, a job you are actually qualified for.” Thor drained his mead.

Frigga patted Odin’s arm, “We had better get on with the next part before things get too out of hand.”

“I believe you are right.” The King motioned for Henrik and whispered close to his ear. He nodded in reply and set off again.

“Sigyn, dear, how are you feeling?”

“Oh, I feel wonderful, thank you.” She placed her hand high on Loki’s thigh and took another sip from her wine.

“Sigyn, dearest, the King would like to give you his gift now.”

“Oooh, I love presents.” She grinned back at her.

“No, not a present, dear. A gift.”

“Are they not one and the same?”

Henrik rushed back through and whispered something to the King. Odin nodded in response, and his assistant returned to his place along the wall.

“No, child. They are not one and the same.” The King gave her a knowing smile as he stood.

Sigyn suddenly regretted eating so much while her stomach started doing flips as a hush fell over the Great Hall.

“Tonight is a memorable night, indeed. Today we added a new member to my family. Asgard gained a Princess. We gather here tonight to celebrate the union of Loki and Sigyn. A time so joyous. A day already so memorable.”

The room filled with raucous cheers and applause.

Odin held out his hand to Sigyn. She looked at Loki; he was practically vibrating in his seat with excited energy. Frigga gave her an encouraging look, and Sigyn took the King’s hand as she rose from her seat. He led her up the few wooden steps to the platform above the dais.

Sigyn looked down at her parents. They were holding onto each other’s hands. Her father gave her a small smile as her mother chewed her bottom lip.

Odin held up his hand to hush the crowd. “But we have one more reason to celebrate tonight.

“The day I met Sigyn, I knew right away there was something exceptional in her. Now, anyone who has met Sigyn would say that there is something special about her. She is kind, intelligent, and beautiful. She has a warrior’s spirit and a loving heart.

“But I could see more than just what she allows people to see. I could see something much deeper.” He took her chin in his hand and looked at her. His eyes followed something Sigyn could not see.

“To most of you, you look at Sigyn’s face and see her beautiful green irises. As green as the emeralds mined on her father's ancestral lands. But if you could see past those jewel-toned eyes, as I can, you would see something far more beautiful and rare.

“When I first met Sigyn, these flashes were sporadic, and I thought that maybe what I saw was not permanent or weaker than I had first believed. But after I brought her here to meet my son, what I saw only grew brighter with each passing day.

“I am speaking, of course, of the virtuous element that every Æsir must possess.”

Lady Anderson’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. Lord Anderson kept his face neutral but focused more intently on the King’s words.

Sigyn’s mind could not comprehend what she was hearing; she stared numbly down at her parents.

Murmurs of excitement rushed through the crowd as a tall, slender Goddess ascended to the platform. She was beautiful. Porcelain skin, cobalt blue eyes, and long honey-colored hair that flowed down her back and stopped past her bottom. A crown of flowers was resting on the top of her head, and a thin pink shawl draped over her elbows. She was barefoot and wore a long, sheer, ivory gown that left nothing to the imagination; there were no undergarments beneath.

A wicker basket was hanging from the crook of her arm. Nestled inside, resting on a bed of apple blossoms, was one single, shining golden apple.

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unadulteratedfandomtrash · 1 year

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Thor Odinson x Reader ~ Shopping Lists

A/N: A cute plot idea provided by my lovely friend @drstrangefictions! I hope you guys enjoy. (Please note that this is supposed to take place roughly right after the first Avengers film in 2012.) I know I have been incredibly slow and inactive, and I apologize for that. A mix of writer’s block and a busy life are to blame. I will try to be more consistent, but I do not want to make any promises. Thank you to those of you who stick around and support my writing in spite of this.

Word Count: 2534

“Hi, welcome to Big Tony’s Supermarket, where prices are so cheap, it should be illegal.”

The day seems to pass too slowly for (Y/n) as she half-heartedly greets every customer who walks into the store and past her spot at the register. She cannot wait to finally leave her retail position behind to pursue her dream of becoming a chef, but unfortunately, she needs this current job until she can achieve her degree and experience before quitting—college is not cheap; while the job is nowhere near desirable, (Y/n) cannot bring herself to complain since her boss pays her quite well. The customers, however, often leave her very wary and uncomfortable. She often chalks it up to the shady neighborhood, but there is nothing she can do about it until the day she can afford to leave town.

One day, she tells herself, she will be able to afford to be jobless for a short period of time as she searches for a reputable restaurant willing to hire her as a chef. There is no way (Y/n) will ever settle for employment in the fast food industry. She has big dreams and refuses to ever go near cheap, greasy food with questionable ingredients. Creating dishes with real food is an art, and (Y/n) will not settle for anything less.

“Hi welcome to Bi-” In the middle of greeting another patron, (Y/n) finds herself tongue-tied and star-struck. The man who passes through the threshold of the automatic doors is nothing like any of her usual customers. Long blond hair whips around as he turns his head to scan the store, his striking blue eyes lighting up with delight once he notices her.

“Are you the keeper of this market?”

“Y-You’re Thor…” (Y/n) utters out in amazement. She never thought she would ever live the day to see a god standing before her, let alone speak to her. “And, umm…I just work here.”

“Then you are the perfect person to assist me,” Thor exclaims with a smile. “My teammates have requested that I purchase something for them. Could you help me, grocer?”

“S-sure thing! What do you need to purchase?”

“I do not recall.” A frown tugs at Thor’s lips as he struggles to recall what the Avengers had told him. He faintly remembers them shouting various things as they passed around a pencil and long sheet of paper. They handed him the paper and shooed him off before he could ask. “I believe they called it a ‘grocery list.’”

It takes every fiber of (Y/n) being to not laugh at the blond god. She realizes that Thor has probably not been on Earth long enough to understand the ways of life for humans, but she cannot help but find humor in his confusion.

“No, no,” she giggles softly. “A grocery list is what we use to write down the stuff we need to buy. Did they give you a piece of paper?”

“Ah, yes!Here it is.” Thor, who is dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, reaches into his pocket to fish out a crumpled ball of paper to hand to (Y/n). “Please decipher this page, grocer.”

Scanning the Avengers’ handwriting, (Y/n) tries her best to make sense of the list. A few items are incomprehensible, but given that she can read a majority of the list, she disregards the minor issue. She grabs a pen from the cubby below the register while beckoning Thor to follow her as she switches off her station’s green light. The god obediently trails with a spring in his step.

“Well, the first item on here is goat’s milk,” (Y/n) informs him, a pen pointing out the messy scribbles at the top of the paper. “For any dairy products, all you have to do is look for the number thirteen.”

A week has passed since a visit from Thor and (Y/n) cannot keep her mind off of him. She tries to convince herself that she is merely infatuated by the idea of having been in the presence of a god, but a small part of her wonders if there is much more. Something about his innocence, his obliviousness, of human customs and ways of life—it attracts her like a moth to a flame.

Warmth suddenly floods (Y/n)’s cheeks, leaving her to pat them in an attempt to dispel the redness. Common sense tells her to disregard the butterflies in her chest; she had only met Thor for two hours that day, so it would be unreasonable to think of him as anything other than another customer.

The sliding of the automatic doors signals the entrance of a customer, so (Y/n) turns to greet them, only to see the one person, the god, who has been occupying her thoughts. Just like the week before, (Y/n)’s words are caught in her throat.

“Grocer! We meet again!”

“Oh,” she gasps, his exclamation having startled her out of her dazed state. “Hi, Thor. How are you today?”

“I am doing well. My team has tasked me with the weekly purchasing of their sustenance.” Thor hands over his list once again, a sheepish smile gracing his features as (Y/n) accepts the sheet with an open palm. “Stark has asked that I bring him a ‘can of sprayable cheese,’ but I am afraid I do not understand why or how curds of milk can be stored or dispensed in such a way.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not too difficult to find, though explaining it is much more complicated.”

“Very well. Please lead the way.”

“Thor! Back so soon? I hope the list wasn’t too difficult for you,” Tony greets with an impish smile as the large god steps out of the tower’s elevator with multiple bags in hand.

“My journey to the indoor market was absolutely delightful. I was able to retrieve all that you asked without fail. The kind grocer has been aiding my search every time.”

“Wait, wait, wait. What grocer? I sent you to the supermarket, not a farmers market or wet market.”

Thor immediately deposits the bags of groceries on the counter top and goes into detail about the kindness of the female market employee who has been taking it upon herself to personally guide the thunder god throughout the store to pick out the items documented on his shopping list while also providing explanations for any particular items he was unfamiliar with.

“I shall gladly retrieve your weekly necessities without fail, Stark. I am graced with the grocer’s hospitality and beauty each visit. There is nothing she cannot find.”

“Oh really, huh? Nothing she can’t find…”

Once again, thoughts of the thunder god have invaded (Y/n)’s mind as she wanders into the back storage room of the store. This time, her mind begins to wonder what life would be like with Thor. She dreams of herself going on dates with him, sitting in a park with a basket of food, chatting the day away with her head resting on one of his broad shoulders.

The sudden clanging of a can hitting the tiled flooring brings (Y/n) back to the real world. She absentmindedly reaches for the fallen object, but when her hand fails to feel for the round can, she comes in contact with another hand.

Jerking her head up to chastise whoever was about to steal her runaway can she has yet to label with a price sticker when she is met with a friendly pair of blue eyes she has been acquainting herself with as of late.

“Good afternoon,” Thor greets cheerfully as he stands to his full height with the can in his grasp, forcing (Y/n) to rise as well. “I figured I could help you since you have that large box to carry as well. I did not mean to startle you.”

Rather than freezing up, this time, (Y/n) musters up the courage to take the can from Thor to return it to the box, picking it up as she walks the product over to its designated aisle with the thunder god trailing after her.

“How have you been, Thor? Anything exciting happen this week? Not everyone lives in a building with a handful of friends who are also superheroes,” (Y/n) comments without so much as a glance at Thor, too focused on her job of restocking the canned goods. While it doesn’t take very long, she wants to do her best to stay on her boss’ good side.

“Ah, yes. Barton and Stark were ecstatic to receive the haul of requested items. In fact, they were so excited for my trip this week that their laughter was like thunder as I walked away with their list.”

“Really? Well, I am done here, so may I see what you’re here for today?”

At first glance, the shopping list seems normal enough. The team of heroes wrote down grocery items such as vegetables, meats, milk, protein powder, fruits, and so forth—the standard, healthy muscle-building stuff. Yet, as (Y/n) reads further down the list, she suddenly understands the reason for the boisterous laughter Thor had described moments ago.

“What’s this last one, Thor? I can’t really read it.” “Oh! Barton had asked for the particles that fall off of pixies during flight.”

“Pixie dust?” (Y/n)’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead at the description Thor provides her, thus confirming a suspicion she did not want proven to be true. There is no way these human heroes are asking for a substance that is a byproduct of a supernatural creature’s flight activities. Surely this god is just pulling her leg. “Why wo-” “Yes! That is exactly what he asked of me.” Guess he is being serious. While she does not understand why the Avengers are sending Thor on a wild goose chase for magical pixie dust, (Y/n) is more than willing to play along if it means spending more time with him. “Right here at aisle eight.” Walking down to the row filled with shelves of confectioneries and snacks, (Y/n) leads Thor over to several boxes filled with colorful paper tubes. “Here you go: Pixy Stix. It doesn’t exactly come from pixies, but-”

“Perfect! Thank you, grocer.”

For well over a month, (Y/n) has been receiving regular visits from Thor, who seeks her out for assistance with his teammates’ outrageous shopping list requests. Taking advantage of the fact that the thunder god is still learning the English language, the young woman opts to substitute some of the mythical items on the paper with obscure items—usually foods native to an obscure region in the world to keep the Avengers on their toes.

Now, as the register beeps continuously as she continuously passes items through the scanner, the nearby cart nearly filled to the brim, she takes a brief second to wonder how the blond thunder god is able to afford all the groceries; her eyes eventually find the black credit card with Tony Stark’s name on the bottom, reminding her of the true reason for his regular visits. She tells herself to get over the juvenile feelings she has been developing for someone who clearly has no interest in her.

Thor is just being polite.

Nothing more, nothing less.

She enjoys helping him, but her heart cannot help but yearn for more. It yearns to see the thunder god every day, to be able to openly express its feelings for him without the worry of rejection. For now, all she can do is placate her hunger for love by pushing aside her thoughts to focus on the task at hand: ringing up Thor’s purchases.

“So, I got most of the items on that list for you,” (Y/n) explains with a small smile, “but I’m afraid some of those things are just not available.”

“I do not understand.” Thor’s face drops as an expression of concern overtakes his smile. “Is it an essential item?”

“No, no, no.” Quick to reassure him, the woman waves her hand in objection while trying to contain the giggle bubbling up her throat. “Well, I mean, unless if you’re something along the lines of a stereotyped witch from popular culture, I doubt you’ll be able to find any yeti hair, griffin claws, or wendigo antlers. Those items are either mythical or fictional. I don’t want to pry, but I think the Avengers are pranking you.”

The look of disbelief and shock on Thor’s face is enough to make (Y/n)’s heart hurt for him. For a moment, she could visibly see the thoughts coursing through his mind.

The god did not deserve this.

“Why would they do that?”

She does not have an answer to that. If she had to guess, the newly formed team of heroes have chosen to haze their extraterrestrial teammate. While their long-standing prank seems pretty harmless, (Y/n) still worries. Thor seems to wear his heart on his sleeve, and put his full trust in his teammates. He must have taken the prank too seriously and felt hurt from being sent on a wild goose chase.

“It’s okay, though! It’s just a harmless joke. I’m honestly glad you come in every day. Getting to talk with you really makes me happy.”

A small smile creeps up on the god’s face upon hearing this. He enjoys spending time with (Y/n) too. So much so that the thought of it coming to an end saddens him.

“I do not wish to end our small discussions. Should you allow me to, I would love to escort you to a restaurant tonight for dinner.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Thor,” (Y/n) asks shyly, a growing blush spreading across her warm cheeks.

“I am.”

Nodding happily with a bright smile, she accepts his proposition. A quick glance at the clock on the wall tells her she still has two hours before the end of her shift, so she relays this information to the blond god.

With a promise from Thor to return after dropping off the groceries at the tower, (Y/n) pushes through the remainder of her shift with a newfound source of energy.

“So, how do you plan on paying for dinner tonight? I doubt you have a job here on Earth that’ll help cover the fees.” The air is chilly as the winds pick up around the young woman and her date. Much to her surprise, Thor had chosen to go to a high end restaurant not too far from her workplace; the price for just one appetizer alone costs more than her hourly salary, which leaves her wary. She is not petty enough to leave the bill all up to the god of thunder, but she simply cannot afford to pay for a full meal.

Glancing over her shoulder, (Y/n) is met with a cheeky smile and wink as Thor reaches into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a small black card she has come to recognize.

“I decided that Tony Stark should at least treat us to this meal. Let us consider this as his reparation.”

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howfarethestars · 1 year

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swear to be overdramatic and true

pairing: thor x valkyrie

rating: t

word count: ~3300

chapter 1/5

summary: After Zeus threatens to declare war on New Asgard, Brunnhilde’s only hope to avoid the utter destruction is to marry the man she loves. If only he loved her back.

And for Thor, being forced into marrying the woman he loved wouldn’t be an issue. If only she loved him back.

Or, Brunnhilde and Thor are hopelessly in love with each other and hopelessly terrible at realizing it.

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k1ranishf4 · 7 months

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Loki always had this little voice in the back of his mind, telling him that he didn’t fit in. It had been silent at first, not above a mere whisper, so he hadn’t given it any attention.

Yet, he knew. He’d always know.

He was different from the other Asgardians.

Asgard was a folk driven by battle and victory; followed by feasts in the taverns paired with extraordinary amounts of mead. But Loki never felt the passion for war as much as they did. He liked the chaos, yes, yet he preferred books, peace and quiet over the loud music and roaring voices of excited Asgardians; men and women, alike.

His signature fighting style consisted of daggers and his magic. He liked being within his enemies’ personal spaces while eliminating them; no different from the others. However, he was the only one in all of Asgard to use magic during battles, as far as he’d known. Which was obvious, given that Mother had taught him when he and Thor were children. It didn’t bother him, in that sense; he was rather proud of his skills, but it made it clearer that there were differences between him and the other Asgardians.

Not to mention the shadow that had been present since his childhood. The huge shade shaped like Thor which he could never escape. His brother always earned the utmost respect and everyone’s approval by doing the barest thing. Even Odin easily approved of him, yet Loki had always had to fight for the same approval. Respect was no question, he was a prince of Asgard, after all. Not respecting him would mean great consequences one way or another.

However, there were specific people who dared to cross that border. No wonder; they were Thor’s friends and being his younger brother meant nothing. Loki felt bitterness.

Thor’s friends would never truly come to like Loki, much less respect him. Fandral had been more or less tolerable, that much Loki could admit, but the other three had never been his favorite people. Perhaps, they could have been, in a different universe, had they not decided to admire Thor and cast Loki further into a void of the shadows. They made it easier for Loki to notice every single difference and everything he lacked that Thor had.

Thor was the golden child, the boy that could do no wrong, the prince that would never forgive wrongdoings to the throne and his people. What Loki did, he could do better and faster. What Odin saw in Thor, he could never see in Loki. Both were led to believe that they’d be great kings, only one was destined for the throne. Loki was not the one. Never had been.

Of course. Odin wouldn’t allow a Frost Giant on the throne of Asgard, after all. Yet another difference for him to add to the list. Thor was the rightful heir to the throne, the biological son, the true prince. Loki was nothing but the peace treaty between two realms that he didn’t belong to. Not the heir to the throne, not a biological son, a false prince of Asgard.

His skin didn’t look right anymore. He wasn’t sure if it ever had, to begin with. His Aesir form was not his true self, his Jotun form had never been his self. He was a soul standing between two shells which it didn’t belong to. His life was made of lies; he was made of lies. He may not have been destined to be a crown prince or king, but he was always destined to be the God of Mischief and Lies.

He hadn’t been given the chance to be something different. From the moment he was born, from the day Odin took him, it was written that he would be the personification of lies.

He didn’t fit in Jotunheim, he was no giant.

He didn’t fit in Asgard, he was no warrior.

He was Loki, the God of Mischief, the Trickster, the Master of Lies and Deception.

He was not Laufey’s son, he had never been given the chance to be.

He was not Odin’s son, he had never been given the opportunity to be.

He was Frigga’s son.

He may not fit in, not in Jotunheim neither in Asgard, but he knew that he’d always have a place by his mother’s side.

And when she was gone, he didn’t have a place again.

Perhaps that was his fate. Death had never been an option and Life had decided to hate him when he was born. Odin was wrong when he said that his birth right had been to die.

If that were the case, he wouldn’t have taken Loki in to ensure his survival; diplomatic reasons or not. In fact, Loki never found out the true reasons behind Odin’s actions back then. He had been blinded by rage to care and Odin had been unavailable to properly explain.

Then, Odin left as well. Partially because Loki had put a spell on him and sent him to Midgard, partially because Odin had lost his strength long ago and it became a matter of time before he would have to go.

Hela appeared and Loki had to team up with Thor once again to defeat her. This time had been different, though. This time, he felt like he belonged. Not to Jotunheim, nor to Asgard, but beside his brother. When had he stopped feeling that way? He couldn’t recall.

Yet, he knew. He knew he’d always belong next to Thor. A lifetime in his shadow, only a deception by his mind. Perhaps because he used to be jealous that Odin had favored Thor over him. They were nothing without each other. Wherever one brother went, the other would follow, eventually.

It had always been that way; how had Loki not noticed earlier?

The only place the one could not follow the other was death. Frankly, Loki didn’t want Thor to follow him to death. It had surprised him that he ended up in Valhalla, in the first place, but he knew he wouldn’t ever want Thor to arrive here. Not yet, at least.

He always had questioned if he would ever belong in Valhalla. He always thought he’d arrive in Hel. But being reunited with Mother, seeing the Warriors Three and the countless Einherjar, Valkyries, and the innocent Asgardians that had been killed by Thanos answered that question.

Loki belonged next to Thor, and by his mother’s side, in Valhalla.

Ao3 if you want it

I recommend listening to Paris, Texas by Lana Del Rey on loop while reading, that’s how I wrote it lmao

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lokiified · 8 months

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i need a fic title

i'm writing a non-canon compliant version of Thor: The Dark World where instead of falling from the bifrost, Loki is kidnapped by the Black Order and brought to Thanos. The fic is about the reader being his childhood best friend and him having this huge confession of his feelings for her before he gets kidnapped, and then her dealing with him coming back at the beginning of TTDW (prison scene, etc.).

I had the idea back in 2020 and have been slowly writing it ever since then and I'm actually making some real headway lately, but I seriously can't think of a title. Any help would be much appreciated :)

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diorsirenskkn · 1 year

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Ultraviolence ~ loki l.

Chapter One

Desc: You’re a psychiatrist for the Avengers focusing on PTSD and trauma rehabilitation. When Thor's estranged brother gets sentenced to live on earth till Odin sees fit, you find yourself with the job of helping Loki.

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"Mornin dez" Stark entered the compound's kitchen, immediately heading for the coffee pot as you drank out of your own cup.

"Good morning Anthony." You said irritatedly. Anthony always found a way to rub you the wrong way. No matter what is was, he always pissed you off. Maybe it was the whole big brother little sister relationship you two always had, or just both your sarcastic personalities bouncing off of each other.

"Dez !" Natasha, Your big sister, said running up to you with her wide, pearly, smile. You smiled giving her a big hug in return. One grumpy Yelena followed behind, snatching Anthony's fresh cup of coffee right out of his hand with a smile.

After escaping the red room, you dedicated your time to gaining your psychology degree and fighting crime with the fellow avengers. You had 'superpowers' yourself, probably the only reason you were an avenger in the first place. You acted as a team therapist, as well as specializing in trauma recovery. Today you began to help the dreaded assignment, or at least that's what everyone told you it would be like. You had never met Loki Laufeyson, but you were about to.

"You almost ready?" You snapped out of your trance, watching Fury walk through the door. Him, Anthony, Thor, and Bruce would be helping and supervising you throughout the project.

Loki had been commanded to stay on earth under the avengers custody until Odin, deemed it fit for him to return to his homeland. Thor visited daily, mostly coming back torqued after some argument they had.

"Mhm," you said, gulping the last bit of coffee you had left, grabbing your books, notepad, and pen.

As they all accompanied you down the eerily unoccupied hall; zero words were exchanged as you finally made it to the gods chambers.

Anthony pushed ahead of you all. After swiping a keycard, using his hand print, AND a retinal scan, the door let out a loud series of clicks. He quickly moved out of the way as Thor took lead, pushing the door open walking in unbothered. Anthony and fury followed, you being last in line. As you entered the room, Loki sat chained to an interrogation table. You sighed at the seemingly overprotective security. You had once been in his shoes, except instead of trying to take over a whole city you tried to assassinate the whole team.

This occurred right after you were freed from Dreykov's custody. You failed to believe your sisters were your sisters, and that the avengers had saved you. As you held your own sister cornered against the wall, she said your name. Not your number, not your code. She humanized you. For the first time in your life you heard your given name aloud.

"Does he really have to be chained to the table?" Your accent thick, shocking the man sitting across the table. Anthony rolled his eyes and laughed.

"While we're in here? Uh, yeah. When we leave do whatever floats your boat. Just remember I'm not cleaning up your bloody corpse." You rolled your eyes sitting at the seat already pulled out for you.

"Who's this?" Loki looked over at the three men. Anthony had already started to leave, done with the situation at hand.

"She's a—a friend, who wants to help you.." Thor stuttered out, clearly not good at coming up with something on the spot. Nick rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms impatiently.

Fury was hesitant to even entertain your idea of treating; or at least attempting to treat Laufeyson. He was a full case file waiting to be closed. Another relic in Shield's database.

"I've got it from here, I'll let you know when I want out." You laughed, ushering them along.

As the door clicked shut, you brought your hands out and allowed the magic to flow through your palms and to the cuffs.

"I'm letting you out. And remember these hands aren't just for unlocking cuffs." You smiled as he rolled his wrists, rubbing the faint lines they left with his opposite hand.

"So are you going to tell me what you are?" He snarked. You laughed under your breath, opening your note pad.

"I'm one of them, but I'm also a psychiatrist." You looked up from the yellow pages, staring right into his eyes. His face contorted through plenty emotions, before settling on one. Anger.

"I don't need a fucking psychiatrist." He spat through gritted teeth, anticipating you to be upset.

But you stayed content.

"No, but I'm sure I can help." You shrugged, continuing to remain eye contact. He rolled his eyes and stayed silent.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Your brows furrowed, keeping that contact as you clicked your pen.

"I have a feeling your going to ask them anyways." He rolled his eyes, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms.

You ignored that, letting a sigh escape from your lips.

"So, I have your file here, at least what we were able to obtain from your brother-"

"Adoptive, brother." He cut you off.

"Adoptive, brother," you sighed. "Is there anything you'd like to share before we go through your history?" Quite monotonously said.

"I'll correct you as we go." He replied slouching back in his seat.

After about an hour of back and forth about what Thor had said and Lokis take on it, you finally had your notepad full. But, you hadn't got to current events just yet. You could feel his knee bouncing faster and faster as you neared the present.

"If you wish to stop at anytime please tell me. The only way I can truly help you is if your honest with me, and trust me." You hadn't even bothered bringing Odin up; despite the fact he's the source of it all.

He rolled his eyes and sat upright.

"I don't need your pity." He sneered once more.

"What makes you think it's pity?" You cocked your head, putting your pen down.

"It's all anyone offers. Pity or hatred. Nothing more, nothing less."

"It's empathy, Loki. And to be fair the hatred is well deserved, you came into these peoples planet, their home, and tried to take over." You took a pause. "But it can be forgiven."

"Do you truly think I'm stupid enough to fall for the fake ideology that 'all can be forgiven?' I am a god you dull Midgardian. I cannot, and WILL not be forgiven for my actions, and I could give two shits if they did." Your eyes widened a bit at the speech, but without fail you had a comeback.

"No, not everyone will forgive you. That is impossible. And something all of us have to cope with. We are not perfect, god or human. And we also have to accept that. I think that's something we should work on; as well as this feeling that you don't deserve forgiveness." You said rather calmly for just being called a dull Midgardian.

He said nothing in response, concluding your session. As you took a peep at your watch realizing it had been about an hour, you flipped you notepad shut, and raised you hand to put his back in cuffs.

"Someone will escort you to your room in a few minutes. I look forward to working with you, Loki." You smiled at him. He frowned, more confused than anything.

As you made your way around stark tower, you arrived at the conference room you were supposed to meet at after the appointment.

"Agent Novikov," Fury greeted you. Anthony gave a nod and Thor gave a smile. A moment of silence passed as you settled into your office chair at the table, cracking open your notes.

"So, how'd it go with reindeer games?" Stark finally broke the silence. His hands intertwined, resting on the glass table top.

You sighed, briefly looking at your notes.

"I have reason to believe he has significant trauma, mostly surrounding his upbringing and parentage. As well as a suicide attempt, that led to his run in with Chitauri. Possibly anger issues, more or likely stemming from childhood. Other than that I've seen worse cases; he's not a lost cause." Your brows furrowed as you glanced over your notes quickly again.

"So, what's your course of action?" Fury questioned.

"Therapy, socialization, possibly medication? Not quite sure about that though; I do think he should be socialized with the team, treated as if he's not a threat. That would be good for him."

"Woah woah there, slow your roll, he is a threat. And I'm not sure it's a good idea to have him outside of his cage until we're sure he's improving." Stark intervened. You nodded in agreement.

"Of course. But as soon as I'm sure he's improving, I'd like to further discuss socialization with the team." You agreed, standing up with your note pad and pen clutched to your chest.

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theidiotwhowritesthings · 1 year

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The Asgardian Way

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Warnings: fluff, pining, cursing

Word Count: 3,072

Summary: When a human hits puberty they get the name of their soulmate written on their wrist. You got the name of a mythological figure and assumed it meant his parents were real big fans of Norse legend. Then aliens fell out of the sky and everything changed.

“Oh, I win this. Hands down.” The girl sitting across the table from you said between bites of her food. It was Saturday morning, which meant brunch with the work crew, and the name of the game was, ‘Who had the weirdest name written on their wrist?’. You were still relatively new, having worked there a couple months now, but the girl across from you had started only a week ago. She held her wrist out, “Robert McDick. McDick. You know this boy got bullied in middle school.”

The table burst out into a round of laughter, and you couldn’t help but shake your head. When it quieted down, you brought attention to yourself, “Actually…”

“Oh, come on.” Hanna, the secretary to your left, chuckled, “She’s gonna be Mrs. McDick one day. You gotta let her have this.”

Joni, your boss’ personal assistant, raised her hand curiously, “You know what, I’m realizing that…you’ve never shown us your name.”

“Because it’s bad.” You chuckled.

“Worse than McDick?!” The girl cried in shock.

You pulled up your sleeve and held your wrist out for the table to see. Everyone leaned in eagerly to see the train wreck that was your soulmate’s name. Hanna narrowed her dark eyes as if she was second guessing what her eyes were seeing, “Does your wrist say… Thor Odinson? Like the fake Norse god dude?”

“Yes. Yes, it does.” You replied with a tight smile. “I assume this means his parents were just super big fans of Norse mythology? Or maybe it’s a common name amongst Scandinavians. I don’t know a lot about over there.”

“You better learn quick because apparently you’ll be Mrs. Scandinavian.” Joni snickered and the others laughed at that as well. The joke wasn’t very clever, you had heard better growing up with this name on your wrist, but enough mimosas had been passed around that everything was deemed funny enough to laugh at.

The conversation drifted back to work drama and you glanced down at your wrist again. The moment it showed up on your wrist at the start of puberty you and your entire family had been thoroughly confused. It definitely pushed you to read up on all that mythology as a kid and you had to admit, if someone was going to be named after a god there seemed no better god to be named after than Thor. He was the god of thunder, lightning, and strength and the fictional character had quite the list of accomplishments.

“Hey, do—do you guys see that?”

You turned in your seat to see what the new girl was pointing at. In the distance, over what looked like Stark Tower, was a bright blue light shooting straight up into the sky. You narrowed your eyes wondering what the hell the billionaire genius was up to now, but the line of thought died as some sort of creature flew out of the spot where the light seemed to end.

“Oh my God!” Someone screamed and you pushed up from your seat in shock as more things poured out of the sky. The first sounds of destruction filled the air, gunfire, explosions, and screaming, and as the crowd around you began to panic you came to the realization that the world would never be the same again.

37 DAYS AFTER THE BATTLE OF NEW YORK

Your eyes were glued to the television screen while you used a ruler to try and scratch a spot under the cast around your leg. It was supposed to come off two weeks ago, but apparently the break had been worse than doctors initially thought so you were stuck in this damn thing for longer. Hopefully, it’d be off by the end of the week.

“Stop with the ruler, idiot.” Your temporary roommate, Jihyun, slapped the back of your head as they walked by. She was still in her pajamas despite it being past noon, but the building she worked in, just like her own apartment, had been decimated by aliens a little over a month ago so…

“It’s itchy.” You whined without letting your eyes drift from the news channel that was still talking about the Battle of New York. You weren’t entirely sure why they called it a battle. It was more an invasion that New York barely managed to survive. If it weren’t for the Avengers then New York City would be a crater in the ground.

Speaking of the Avengers…

“Are you still stalking your soulmate?” Jihyun came back in the room with her phone. Her dark hair was a mess around her shoulders and her dark eyes were definitely sort of judging you.

“It’s not stalking.” You mumbled.

The Avengers were a group of superheroes, because that was apparently a real-world thing now, and they consisted of six special people. Iron Man, aka the infamous billionaire playboy, two mysterious agents of some organization, the media was still speculating on them, Bruce Banner, who was a doctor and could also apparently turn fucking green, Captain America, who was apparently not dead, and then of course there was the Norse god who was apparently very, very real.

Thor. Thor Odinson. The god of thunder, lightning, and strength. Your motherfucking soulmate.

To be honest, you weren’t sure how on a day where aliens invaded Earth, the biggest surprise you faced was that the name on your wrist had been very literal. It left you in the weird position where you knew who your soulmate was exactly, but you had no way to reach him? Thor Odinson had left the world, if the interviews with Tony Stark were accurate, and you didn’t think an email would reach him out there.

“So, what’s the plan?” Jihyun asked.

“Very good question.” You sighed and went back to trying to scratch your leg with the ruler in your hand.

402 DAYS AFTER THE BATTLE OF NEW YORK

The next time Thor popped up on the news was the next year. He was in London fighting some other wild thing. Elves? The media definitely used the word elves a lot. It happened so fast that you didn’t even know how to react. By time you heard about it, the next thing you were hearing was that he was gone again. You found yourself actually disappointed.

Early on when you discovered he existed you spent a lot of time in self-doubt. Thor was a god. Literally, not figuratively. You felt comfortable in your skin, but you were very aware that you were human. You were human and technically he was not. What if he didn’t even see humans as like the same as himself? What if humans were the equivalent of like a pet dog?

You didn’t know anything about gods.

When you moved past the ‘does he even see humans as equals’ fear, you moved onto the ‘does he even have a soul mark’ fear. Thor was a god from another world. Humans were given the name of their soulmate on their wrist during puberty, but what if that was just unique to Earth? For all you knew, his kind didn’t even believe in soulmates. Then what?

The worst part of not getting to meet Thor was the not knowing. It left you with a lot of overthinking which was never good for anybody. You were on the fence on whether or not you should try to email someone like Tony Stark. A part of you figured the email wouldn’t ever even get to him.

The world was saved again, but your soulmate was gone as quick as he came.

1132 DAYS AFTER THE BATTLE OF NEW YORK

Three years had passed from the moment you found out your soulmate was a real person. All the fears you had, all the worries, concerns, reservations, were pushed to the side. Somewhere around year two you had fallen into the ‘fuck it’ mentality. You were not going to be one of those people who never met their soulmate. You refused. So you made it your actual mission in life to get an audience with the god whatever it took.

You sent an email to Tony Stark that, like you assumed, was ignored.

You traveled out to places you knew he had been before in hopes to meet someone that knew him. That’s how you met a woman named Darcy, who was super great and you still texted here every once in a while, but she had no way to get in contact with Thor. She said he kind of came and went whenever he wanted.

You tried and tried and tried, and everything came up as a failure.

Until today that is.

Thor was on Earth, there had been sightings of him, and you knew he would be at a party being hosted by Tony Stark in the tower. The party was Avengers, Avengers families and friends, and then a local Veterans group. Unsurprisingly, you didn’t get an invite, but you did know someone who worked for Stark Industries as an intern and she said her badge would get you to where you wanted to be.

That’s how your night was going. You were standing in an elevator, rising up the skyscraper that was Avengers Tower, wearing an outfit that filled you to the brim with confidence. You literally went out and bought an entire new outfit for tonight in hopes that it would make you brave enough to follow through on the plan and hopefully hot enough to make you stand out.

When the elevators opened, a wall of music and laughter hit you. You slid the badge into your purse and hesitantly stepped out. Nearby eyes looked over at you, but you were dressed nice enough that they assumed you were part of the party. Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in your throat, you readjusted your clothes and made a beeline for the bar. From there you could look for your soulmate while also maybe taking 3 or 4 shots. Maybe 7. You hadn’t decided yet.

The bartender gave you a bright smile and you quickly ordered your favorite shot. You threw two back before turning around and scanning the room. Avengers Tower was as elaborate and amazing as you assumed it would be. The room was made up of multiple levels and people mingled on every single one. You could see Captain America by the pool tables. Tony Stark was entertaining a crowd of people around him. Bruce Banner was a few steps away talking to a smaller group of people and—

Thor. There he was.

He was sitting on a couch and the way he moved his arms made you think he was telling a story of some kind. His long hair was pulled back into a low ponytail and he had on a form fitting red coat that draped past his hips. Thor was… wow. You had seen pictures of him, seen him on the news, and so you knew he was a good-looking guy. That shouldn’t have been a surprise but seeing him in person was different.

You turned around and asked for one more shot. The bartender gave you a curious look but was quick about it. All this time you had pictured various things you’d say, different ways you’d greet him, but none of them seemed right anymore. With your hands on the bar, you closed your eyes and took in a slow breath like a crazy person. The bartender was without a doubt definitely judging you now, but you had bigger issues at the moment.

When you turned back around it seemed like fate was throwing you a bone. Thor had risen from the couch with a bright smile and said a few more words before moving away from the couch. This was it. This was your chance. You grabbed that ‘fuck it’ motto and pushed off the bar to walk in his direction.

You were a couple feet away when he turned his head and noticed you. Don’t get lost in his eyes. Don’t get lost in his eyes. Thor must have realized your path was leading you right to him because he stopped and offered you a curious smile.

“Hi.” You blurted when you stopped in front of him.

“Hello?” Thor replied. God, you could listen to his voice all day.

“This might sound rehearsed and a little crazy, but I’ve kind of been thinking about this moment for the past three years so I apologize in advance.” The words fell out of your mouth and you were too stunned to even be embarrassed by it. Thor raised an eyebrow at you, and it only made you panic more, “You’re…you. I…”

Thor gave you a polite smile, “Have we met before, my lady?”

“I’m your soulmate.” You blurted. Thor’s smile fell and his eyes widened. If he didn’t think you were insane before then he definitely did now. He opened his mouth, and you held your wrist out for him to see. Thor’s mouth snapped close, and his eyes stared down at your wrist. Thor reached out to lightly hold your hand in both of his. His gaze stayed on his name, but yours were now able to see his wrists from the way he held your hand.

His very bare wrists.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, and you pulled your hand back quick, startling him, “You don’t… Your wrists are…” Your mouth felt dry and a part of you just prayed the floor beneath you would open up and swallow you whole. “I have to go, I’m sorry.”

Without waiting for a reply, you spun on your heel with full intentions to sprint out of this penthouse everyone else be damned. You’d be the weird girl running out a party for half a minute and then they’d never see you again. Your plan failed before it even began though because you only got three steps away until a hot hand grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

Thor spun you back around, but the moment you were facing him again he let go of you and held his hands up, “I apologize. It was not my intentions you grab you like that, but I’d very much appreciate it if you stayed for just a moment.”

“Dude, I kind of feel like my world is imploding.” You replied back quickly. “I just want to drink in shady bar alone right now.”

Thor chuckled, but his smile looked hesitant, “May I ask you for your name?”

You mumbled it out and tried to look for an escape route. What were the chances of you successfully fleeing from a god? They couldn’t be good.

Thor repeated your name and it sounded so good in his voice that you wanted to cry. He held one hand out to you, “I am Thor Odinson, though…I guess you are aware of that.” He chuckled and he almost seemed nervous. “May I see your hand once more?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why was this moment not ending? Unfortunately, though, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes, you realized it might be physically possible for you to tell this man no. You nodded once and held your hand up for him.

Thor took it into his again, holding it delicately, and gave you a tight smile, “I am going to bring your hand to my chest now.”

“You’re going to what now?” You replied in surprise. He brought your hand to his chest and if you weren’t in shock enough then your brain definitely broke the moment he slipped your hand under the collar of his black, v-neck shirt so you were touching the bare skin on the left side of his chest, “Uh…”

His skin was warm, and if this was anyone else you would’ve punched him by now. The spot under your fingers grew hotter for a moment and you stiffened in surprise. Thor realized your hand, in his own state of shock, and your hand just hovered in the air between the two of you. He took in a shaky breath and pulled the collar of his shirt to the side so you could see his skin.

On his left pec, a few inches under his collarbone, you watched as glowing red symbols began to form on his tan skin. The symbols were Norse, you recognized the shapes from all the research you had done over the years, and slowly the glow faded away to leave black marks there. You lifted your eyes from the spot up to his eyes and found him already staring at you with a soft look on his features.

“Wh—What was that?” You asked, your voice a whisper.

“Asgardians do not have the name of our soulmates on our wrists.” Thor replied. He took a step closer, and you couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath at the motion. “This is our legend. How we find our soulmate.”

Your eyes widened as you motioned between the two of you, “So we are…?”

Thor grinned, his hands lightly reaching out to touch your arms, “Yes. Yes, we are.”

“Cool, cool, cool. Not to sound any crazier than I probably already have, or potentially insult Asgardian culture by skipping steps, but, uh, I’ve been picturing this moment for a while and I’m just gonna ask it.” Your own lips curled up into a broad smile that you couldn’t help. “Can I kiss you? I would love to kiss you right now.”

Thor smirked, one hand traced up your arm to cup your face tenderly, and you pushed forward to meet him halfway and press your lips to his. Your own arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer and words couldn’t describe how it felt to have his warm lips molding to yours. You felt the tip of his tongue trace your lower lip and it brought a laugh bubbling out of you.

“Typically, laughter is not the response I try to gain from this.” Thor mumbled against your lips with a smile of his own. You pecked him on the lip once more and when you pulled back he followed to prevent any space from forming between the two of you. His forehead rested against yours as his thumb traced back and forth on your cheekbone.

“You just have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

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steverogersevents · 3 months

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november-rayne · 9 months

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Chapter Twenty-Three: The Bachelor Party

Summary: Loki's bachelor party gets rowdy.

Word Count: 2800

Rating: Mature

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Tags: Blood, broken bones, heavy drinking

Chapter Index

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the smattering of canvas tents dotted around the clearing in the woods. The rich aroma of smokey meat hung in the air as a large boar was slowly roasted over a pit. Clusters of men gathered around braziers that had been lit, drinking ale, and exchanging tales from the hunt.

Besides culling the wild boar population back to a sustainable number, they had bagged enough meat for the wedding feast and plenty of extras that Loki insisted would be donated to the less fortunate in Sigyn’s name. The hunt had been a roaring success but was not without incident.

Loki stood in the pavilion tent he shared with his brother, father, and Lord Anderson. He cursed as he tried to pull his tunic over his head, “I can’t raise my arms. Go ahead and cut it off.”

The field healer ran his shears up the back of the blood-soaked tunic. Loki gingerly slipped out of it and let it fall to the floor with a wet squelch.

“How bad is it?”

The King flinched. Thor shook his head and looked away. Lord Anderson ran his hand over his face and looked at Loki remorsefully.

Loki cursed louder as the field healer ran his hands over Loki’s mottled skin. “There are three… no, five fractured ribs, deep bruising, and this shoulder is dislocated. These gashes are already starting to close.” He looked up to Loki ruefully, “I am going to have to reopen them to clean them out. It is not going to be pleasant.”

“Obviously.” Loki grimaced, “Did we pack anything stronger than ale, Brother?”

“Here,” Thor pulled a flask from his bag and handed it to him.

Loki pulled the stopper with his teeth, threw his head back, and quickly drained the strong spirits. “Fuck!” Loki’s eyes watered as the healer opened the wounds on his side and back and doused them with antiseptic.

“Apologies, Your Highness. Your accelerated healing is a detriment in this instance. But the sooner you are all cleaned up, the sooner you can be on the mend again. Prince Thor, could you assist me in setting this shoulder?”

Thor moved closer and braced Loki’s good side.

“Apologies again, Your Highness.” The healer picked up the arm hanging limp at Loki’s side and swiftly slid the bone back into place. Loki swore and swayed where he stood. “Well done, sir.”

Thor gave him a couple of reassuring pats on his back. The healer fashioned a sling out of some clean white cloth from his pack and placed Loki’s arm gently inside.

“Will he have healed in time for the wedding ceremony?” Odin asked.

“Your Majesty, the superficial wounds should be of no concern. But the broken bones-”

“What about my wedding night?” Loki blurted out. He quickly glanced at Sigyn’s father before returning to the healer seated on the stool beside him.

The healer cleared his throat, “Yes, well, your ribs and chest will be sore for a while. But that should not keep you from… uh… fulfilling your duty. You may need to exercise some… restraint. And…uh… I would avoid… adding any weight to your chest. You may be more comfortable… sleeping… in a seated or semi-upright position.” The healer stammered as he bandaged Loki’s wounds.

Thor snorted a laugh and quickly straightened up when the King shot him a glare.

“Yes, well, if there is nothing else, I must go tend to the others.”

“No, that will be all. Thank you.” Loki nodded to the healer and gently lowered himself onto the stool he just vacated.

“Do not hesitate to send for me if you start feeling worse. I will want to look you over before we ride in the morning, and I would like to put you in the soul forge upon our arrival back to the palace. Just to be safe.” He gathered his supplies into his large leather satchel.

“I will escort him there personally,” Odin said.

“Your Majesty, Your Highnesses, My Lord.” The healer bowed as he ducked past the guards and out of the tent.

An awkward silence hung in the air. Loki’s free hand clung to his side as he took shallow breaths.

“Are you in much pain, brother?”

“Only when I move... or breathe.”

“I almost forgot!” Thor pulled a blood-stained bundle from his bag and handed it to Loki.

“What’s this?”

“Just a little souvenir from that squealing bastard you brought down.” Thor grinned widely, “I pulled them out of the beast myself after we got you loaded onto the gurney.”

Loki rested the bundle on his thigh and peeled back the cloth to find two bloody boar tusks. “Norns…” he whispered as he held one up before him. They were no less than twelve inches long.

“I figure with some nice handles and a little polish,” Thor shrugged, “they would make a nice pair of decorative daggers.”

“You are right. These will make a fine pair of daggers. Thank you.”

“Your Highness,” Lord Anderson stepped forward, “I owe you my life. How can I ever repay you?”

Loki handed the tusks back to Thor and waved dismissively. “Don't mention it.”

Lord Anderson eyed the tusks. “No, that boar had me in his sights. Hel bent on my demise.” The Lord shook his head, “If you had not pushed me out of the way… You saved my life; I owe you a debt.”

Loki propped himself up with a hand on his knee and shook his head. “My Lord, my father saw fit to bless me with a golden apple from Idunn’s tree. This,” he motioned to his body, “just a few minor bumps and bruises. I will be right as rain in a couple of days with not so much as a scar.”

He grinned at his Lordship, “Moreover, my motivation for saving you may not have been entirely altruistic: I do not wish to take your job just yet.”

The Lord let out a booming laugh, “Regardless of the motivation behind it, you have my gratitude. And anything else you desire from me. All you need to do is ask, and I will grant it to you freely.”

“You are already giving me the greatest honor I could ask for. Sigyn is my world now. I could not bear returning to her without you. She would have been devastated.”

Lord Anderson pressed his lips together in a thin line. He moved to embrace Loki, but he deflected his giant arms and patted him on the back instead. “That hug will have to wait, I’m afraid.” Loki grimaced as he stood.

“Yes, yes, of course.”

Thor and Odin helped lower Loki onto his bedroll and propped him up with pillows and cushions. “Fetch the prince some meat and ale.” The King ordered one of the servants helping to clean the blood from the tent's canvas floor.

“Right away, Your Majesty.” The servant ducked out of the tent, and Thor quickly followed.

Once Loki was settled, Odin rested a hand on Loki’s head and leaned down so that only he could hear him, “That was a brave thing you did today. I am very proud of you, my son.”

“Thank you, Father,” Loki whispered as Odin gave him a couple of gentle pats on the top of his head.

Thor returned with a large platter of boar meat and crusty bread. The servant followed with a cask of ale and a stack of cups. Setting everything on the table in the pavilion's center, Thor made Loki a plate and brought it to him with a broad smile.

“I wanted to be sure you got a piece of the beast who almost took you out.”

“Ah, thank you, Brother.” Loki grinned while holding the plate, “But I will need someone to cut my meat for me.”

“Ha!” Thor handed the plate to the young servant who brought Loki his ale, “Cut this into tiny pieces. We do not need the boar exacting his revenge by choking the prince to death.”

The men laughed together as they ate their fill. With his belly full of meat and ale, Loki closed his tired eyes and dozed off.

oOXOo

The sound of raucous laughter woke him just a couple of hours later. The tent was dark and empty. Loki could make out the silhouettes of the men milling around the braziers outside. Slowly he made his way to stand, grunting and cursing the whole time. He found his cloak and draped it with one arm around his shoulders as best he could.

“Your Highness.” The two men standing guard outside the tent bowed as Loki exited. He nodded in return as he made his way around the camp.

“Brother! He lives!” Thor boomed.

“It will take more than one filthy swine to bring me down,” Loki grinned.

Thor and his friends bellowed and cheered, clearly drunk.

“I hope we did not wake you, Brother. How are you faring?”

“I did not wish to sleep through my own party. It appears I have quite a bit of catching up to do.” Volstagg passed him a tankard of ale. Loki drained it without stopping as the men cheered.

He returned the empty mug to his friend, “Now, I am desperate for a piss. Who wants to help me undo my trousers?” Another roar of laughter went up among the group.

oOXOo

Loki did not recall how he came to be back in his tent the following day as servants were packing up their belongings and tending to the King’s breakfast. Odin sat with Lord Anderson, eating porridge and drinking bitter tea. Both men were looking worse for wear. Thor was snoring loudly, lying face down on his bed roll, fully clothed, including his boots.

Loki pulled back his furs and made to stand before realizing he was completely naked aside from the sling on his arm and the bloodied bandages wound around his torso. He anxiously looked for his clothes. Even his boots were not where he would have left them.

“Before you start panicking,” Odin drawled as he noticed Loki’s face, “just know it was all in good fun. Do you remember how you came to be so naked?”

Loki rubbed his head with the hand on his good arm, “I’m afraid not. The last thing I remember is… Thor bringing out the whiskey and… did my uncles challenge me to a drinking game?”

“Yes. Congratulations, you won,” Odin chuckled.

“I do not feel like I won.” Loki winced as he took too deep of a breath, and his ribs ached. “Ah,” He laid back onto his little heap of pillows. “Where are my clothes and boots?”

“Left outside to dry, Your Highness. After the drinking game, Prince Thor dared you to jump into the stream…and you did. Fully clothed.” Lord Anderson laughed, “I will be damned if you didn’t emerge from the water with a live salmon between your teeth. It was the funniest damned thing I have seen in ages.” He shook his head, “The healer and I got you back to the tent, stripped you down, changed your bandages, and gave you a dry sling.”

“Ah, thank you.” Loki looked at the bandages on his side, “I didn’t… I didn’t say anything untoward, did I?”

Erik almost choked on his tea as he and Odin exchanged a look. “Untoward? No, not for the state you were in. Hilarious, actually, if I am being honest.”

Loki placed his hand over his face, “Norns... Was it a dick joke? I have a feeling it was a dick joke.”

Odin laughed despite himself, “You might as well tell him.”

“Okay, so, there I am, helping the healer peel the sodden trousers down over your hips, when, in a moment of clarity, you loudly announce, ‘Are we still hunting boars? Because you just found a hog!’ and pointed to your manhood.” The Lord shook with laughter.

“How embarrassing,” Loki shook his head.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, dear boy! If I had a beast like that between my legs, I would show it off too!”

“Ugh…” Loki pulled his fur up over his head and dozed off again.

oOXOo

The two older men were still chatting and playing a card game at the table together when he peeked his head out. Thor had not stirred.

“What time do we set off? Will we return to the palace in time for the feast in the main hall?”

“We can leave as soon as your brother can sit atop his horse without toppling over.” Odin chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. “Of course, we could always stuff him in one of the supply wagons if you are in a rush.”

Loki rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand. “No, he would never forgive me for that.” He looked over to his sleeping brother, breathing through his open mouth, drool pooling on his bedroll. “I’m just…” Loki grimaced as he sat up, “Do you both not miss your wives?”

Odin and Erik exchanged a look and started laughing. “It has only been three days, my son. There has been no time to miss her.”

“It feels like longer.” Loki slowly got to his feet, no longer worried about modesty; he tried to stretch as best he could, “Ow, fuck.” Clutching his side, he made his way over to his duffle bag. He found the loosest pair of trousers that he had. He held them out in front of himself, “Hmmm.”

“Your Highness? Allow me?”

Loki surrendered the idea of dressing himself and allowed the young male servant to help him into his clothes and to use the lavatory.

As he often did, he started thinking about Sigyn while eating his breakfast. A wide grin crept across his face as he let his mind drift to the night before he left on this trip.

He could still recall the feel of her soft, warm skin in his hands. And the way her skin glowed in the firelight as she slipped out of her dress. The adorable face she made when she came.

Forgetting himself, he bit his lip and moaned, remembering the taste of her arousal on his tongue.

“Clearly, my porridge was not nearly as good as yours!” Lord Anderson boomed with laughter.

Odin’s eye crinkled at the corner as he tried to stifle his grin.

“Oh, Norns… I…“ Loki’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “Apologies. I was just… My mind must have wandered off.”

Lord Anderson held up his hands in defeat. “As long as you go through with the wedding ceremony, the events of the other night are none of my business. But fail to make an appearance, well then, prince or no prince, you and I will have a problem. You may have saved my life, but my daughter’s future happiness is of far greater value to me.”

Loki was stunned. First, no one had ever threatened him before, especially in front of the King. Secondly, he could not fathom a scenario where he would not marry Sigyn. Thirdly, how did he know? Had Sigyn told him?

Loki gaped at him briefly, “I would never dream of leaving Sigyn at the altar, sir. If I fail to make it to the ceremony, it is because someone has murdered me in my sleep. As for your assumption that I took advantage…”

The Lord laughed and waved his hand, “Now, now. Don't get me wrong. I know my daughter; it was most likely her idea. When she sets her mind on something, she is relentless.”

Loki shook his head, “But we didn’t-”

Lord Anderson held up his hand to stop him, “Look, I don’t know the details, and I don’t want to know the details. All I know is that I waited up for her that night, and when she floated through the door, she was practically glowing. I have seen a sated woman before, Your Highness. Not to mention, she was wearing the same goofy grin that was on your face just moments ago.”

“Goofy?” Loki sat up straighter as his ego prickled briefly. Then he relaxed a little as he grinned again, “Perhaps.” He shrugged his good shoulder. “Perhaps we were a little bit drunk on love and goofy. But I would not take it back. I love her more than life itself. She will be my wife.”

Loki took a drink of his tea, “I promised my mother I would not bed Sigyn before the wedding. I have not technically broken my promise, so my conscience is clear.”

Lord Anderson laughed and looked at the King, “Yes, I believe he is well suited for a career in politics, Your Majesty.”

Odin held up his hands, “What can I say? He is a clever lad. He gets that from his mother.”

“Uuuhhhh…” Thor groaned as he rolled onto his back. “Is there food?”

“Good morning to you too, Brother.”

“I will go ahead and mark this down as a bachelor party that I will never forget… and many will not be able to remember.” The Lord raised his cup as the other men laughed.

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