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Belonging Chapter 14

Belonging Chapter 13

Title: Belonging Chapter 14

Summary: Powerless and banished to America at the time of WWII Loki finds herself falling in love with Steve Rogers as well as living almost a century on earth, from the beginnings of SHIELD to partnering with the Black Widow and Hawkeye to the invasion of the Chitauri as well as the sudden reappearance of her brother Thor. Slowly Loki finds herself being more at home on earth than Asgard ever was. And when faced with the choice of returning to Asgard what does she choose. Does she choose the home she knew since she was an infant? Or does she choose the home that she has adopted and sworn to protect? Lady LokixSteve, future One-sided HowardxLady Loki, future ClintxNatasha

The next few hours passed in a pleasant blur. The three of them, herself, Tony, and Bruce, worked together in the lab telling each other jokes and comparing information.

"The energy source to power the tesseract would have to reach a point one six degree." Loki said tapping the screen. "There aren't that many places on Earth that could not only generate but also be able to sustain it."

"The signal of the tesseract is also high enough that it should be able to be traced by any satellite. The fact that we can't means that they have some high tech material hiding it." Bruce pointed out.

Surprisingly Tony didn’t say anything, he didn’t take his attention away from his tablet.

"Tony stop hacking into SHIELDs files and come help us." Loki said not looking at him.

He didn’t even bother denying or hiding his grin as he put the tablet on the table to the side. "I can’t help it." he said walking back to them. "I'm a need to know guy, I need to know everything there is."

"I would think that as a SHIELD agent you would protest against this." Bruce said looking over his glasses at her.

Loki looked up at Tony over her screen and debated for a moment to say that it was Howard that had asked her to join SHIELD on his request in order to find a way to protect his son.

"If you can hack into the system you deserve to get their information." she said instead. Turning her attention back to the screen she enlarged a picture of the tesseract and took Selvigs notes on the thing and applied it to the hologram. As she waited for the image to properly upload she stared at Tony from the corner of her eye.

He was a lot like Howard, she thought to herself. But while Howard had always been certain of what he was doing and would at times calculate his next move almost as if he was playing chess she knew how to play against him after countless nights of them playing together. Tony, on the other hand, from her readings on him she knew that he was more impulsive. Less willing to sit around and think when he could do something about it instead. 'Action first, talk later' seemed to be his motto.

Tony seemed to know that she was looking at him and threw his head back slightly as his fingers flew quickly over the screen.

"You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep peacocking like that." she said dryly.

A muffled snicker from Bruce had a corner of her mouth twitching upwards as well as a scoff from Tony.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." the inventor sniffed. "And I am insulted of what you say. Good day Madame." With that he turned and left the lab only to almost immediately come back with a grin.

"I think tall, caped, and blond is looking for you." he said slipping back into his seat.

Loki gave a snort as she sent Bruce her calculations, he immediately started to connect them to his. "Let him look."

There was a pregnant pause where Loki could practically feel the questions gathering. When she saw Tony start to turn towards her and open his mouth her hand went to the table which held the three of theirs snacks and grabbed one bag. She quickly pulled one of whatever was in the bag and threw it at Tony’s open mouth, cheering to herself when it landed directly in his mouth and cherishing his look of surprise as he closed his mouth and chewed.

"Here." Loki said throwing the bag at him which he easily caught. "Have a blueberry."

Giving a groan as she rubbed her neck and rolled her shoulders she gratefully breathed the fresh air deeply. After what seemed to be countless hours in the lab stepping on the outside balcony was the best idea she's had today. She brought one leg on top of the rail to stretch it and then did the same to the other. she cracked her neck from side to side and placing two hands on her lower back she bent backwards to crack her spine.

Straightening herself with a sigh she leaned against the wall and watched the clouds pass as they almost leisurely made their way forward.

The worry that she had pushed aside to work in the lab came back to the forefront of her mind. Most of all she was scared for Clint. She still remembered the first time they met, the memory still brought a smile to her face.

"Hi, I'm Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton. Call me Clint, Barton, Hawkeye, and occasionally I answer to 'Hey Asshole.'" he had said shaking her hand. "Here’s some advice. Don’t eat the meatloaf on Monday. Nurse Lakes is tranquilizer happy, and the best closet to make out is on the third floor next to Room 312."

She blinked and used her thumb to wipe away the tears that had suddenly started to fall. Nanna had known just how important Clint was to her and if she knew that combined with the power of the tesseract, she was more than a little afraid for her bird.

Suddenly she realized she was no longer alone.

"And how long have you been standing there?" Loki asked not looking behind her.

"Not long." Thor said stepping towards her but still stopping a few feet away. She looked at him over her shoulder, smirking internally at the image he made as he wringed his hands together. She hadn’t seen him look so unsure of the situation in ages.

She turned her head to look back at the sky instead of Thor.

"Loki." he started.

"I don’t want to talk to you Thor." Loki said pushing away from the railing and going back towards the door.

Thor grabbed her arm as she went passed him. "I thought you were dead."

She stopped and slowly turned to face him wordlessly.

"At first Father had forbidden me from looking for you, he had even used magic to bind me to the castle." Thor said quickly, encouraged by the fact that she was still standing there. "I was only able to sneak out days later and I managed to get away to Heimdall." His voice fell and wavered slightly. "He searched all over the Nine Realms for you and wasn’t able to find you, no matter how hard he looked." His hand let go of her arm and went to cup her cheek. "I thought you were dead." he whispered.

"Did you mourn?" were the first words that managed to come out.

"We all did." Thor insisted grabbed at her with both hands. Never before had she realized the size differences between the two of them, he was practically engulfing her. "Mother still cries and your room has been untouched."

"What of my burial?" she asked. "If you believed me to be dead, did you have a burial without a body?"

Thor hesitated for a moment and that was all the answer she needed. While he and mother had mourned, they had done so in private. In public they continued on as if nothing had changed or happened. As if she had never existed in the first place.

"You need to understand." Thor persisted, trying to grasp her as she slipped out of his hands. "You were in banishment, we couldn’t properly-"

"And I am still in banishment." Loki interrupted. She pulled away from Thor. "And therefore it is severely inappropriate that you are here speaking to me, Prince Thor of Asgard." She gave a rigid and mocking curtsey. "Let me get out of your sight, oh honor filled one."

She was sure that Tony and Bruce had been listening no her conversation because when she returned to the lab and picked up an empty beaker and threw it against the wall neither of them asked any questions.

The sound of the door sliding open had Loki twitching however she didn’t stop her scan on the scepter.

A cup of coffee was placed in her sight along with a familiar hand making her look up at the offerer.

"I thought you could use a small break." Steve said. Looking behind him she saw Tony and Bruce with their own cups and were focused on their drinks in an attempt to give the two of them a semblance of privacy.

Ignoring the coffee offering she all but threw herself into Steve’s chest who automatically curled his arms around her after placing the coffee to the side.

"So, does the entire ship know?" she asked a few moments later.

His arms tightened around her. "No, just a few." he answered twirling his fingers through her strand ends of her hair.

She sighed through her nose and pressed herself closer to him. He rocked the both of them back and forth slightly. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked her quietly, looking down at her.

Loki shook her head. "It won’t change anything."

"You'll get it off your chest." he pointed out. "And that might make you feel better."

She considered that for a moment and finally shook her head, pressing herself to Steve’s chest once more. "I always thought that Thor was my brother." she said her voice slightly muffled. "And I had always believed that no matter what happened or what either of us did that we would be able to count at least on each other. Thor has often done...horrible things in search for amusement and although in private I would always lecture him in the hopes of getting through his thick skull in public I would always support him fully and remain by his side." She gave a small sniffle and hoped that she wouldn’t stain his uniform. "No matter what he did or who he hurt, on purpose or by accident, I was always ready to support him."

Steve’s hand was stroking her hair. "Loki." he said slowly. "What did you do? What was so bad that all of this has happened?"

Resignation and just a small amount of fear coursed through her as she opened her mouth to finally tell him, to tell someone after nearly seventy years of not telling a single soul.

Only for the two of them to jump when the computer gave two shrill beeps, Tony went to the screen and peered at it.

"We've broken through the tesseracts blocks and we're searching for it now." he said triumphantly. "We'll get a lock on it in a few minutes."

Nodding, the moment broken, Loki turned back to Steve and gave him a small sad smile. Smiling back in understanding he bent down and kissed her forehead. "Later then." he said. He stroked her hair one more time and left the lab, presumably gone to let Fury know.

Biting her lip she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked towards her coworkers. Bruce was staring at the computer screen intensely while Tony was staring at her.

"I can keep a secret too, you know." he said twirling a pen in his hands. "Totally keep it, not a single person will know it. Except Jarvis. And Pepper. And Rhoedy the next time I see him. But besides them your secret is safe with me."

Rolling her eyes Loki went back to her computer, snagging the coffee Steve had left her as she went. "Go back to hacking Tony."

He gave her a cheerful mock salute and took his tablet back in hand, tapping away on it while whistling.

Giving a fond sigh she sat next to Bruce who gave her a small comforting smile, he held his own cup towards her slightly. She brought her own cup forward and lightly knocked it against each other. Sipping her coffee she turned and watched the percentage on the computer screen rise.

Suddenly the lab doors opened to admit a stressed looking Fury followed by a worried looking Steve.

"What are you doing, Mr. Stark?" Fury demanded.

Tony didn’t even blink. "Uh, kind of been wondering the same thing about you." Loki turned her head to look at him curiously. "Looking for the cube as directed, Director."

"The models locked and we're sweeping for the signature now." Bruce said now. He motioned with his head towards the computer. "When we get the hit, we'll have a signature within half a mile."

"Yeah, you'll get your cube back, no mess, no fuss." Tony concluded. His face and tone suddenly became accusatory. "What is Phase 2?" Unseen by other observers Loki saw Tony’s fingers now fly across his table under the table.

"That is none of your concern." Fury said waving the question away. His eye fell on her. "Agent Erskine, the fact that he is attempting to hack into our systems right under your nose does not-"

"I'm sorry Nick." Tony interrupted. He turned the screen towards them. Loki stood up in shock as she saw weaponry being assembled with the tesseract in the middle. "What were you saying?"

Loki walked up to the screen and read the files on the side of it. Turning slowly to Fury she said "Nick. What is going on?"

He hesitated for a single moment and she knew the answer. Horrified she took a step away from him as Steve came forward to read the notes himself. "Nick." she whispered. "How long have you known about this?"

At that moment however Natasha and, much to her displeasure, Thor followed her closely. Natasha didn’t even pay any attention to her as she placed her gaze firmly on Bruce. Bruce in turn looked back at her and pointed at it. "Do you know about this?" he asked her.

"You wanna think about removing yourself from this environment, doctor?" Natasha asked in return, her voice frosting over slightly. Loki tried to meet her eyes however the redhead refused to look at her.

"I was in Calcutta, I was pretty well removed." Bruce said, humor not touching his eyes.

"Nanna has been trying to manipulate you from the beginning." Natasha continued.

"And you've been doing what exactly?" Bruce snipped back.

"You didn’t come here because I bat my eyelashes at you." she snapped at him.

"Yes, and I'm not leaving because suddenly you get a little twitchy." he snapped back at her. Loki moved forward to put a hand on his shoulder which he rolled off and stepped to the computer screen. Pointing at it he looked accusatorily at Fury. "I'd like to know why SHIELD is using the tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction."

Fury looked resigned and with a sigh he lifted his hand. "Because of him." he said pointing at Thor.

Thor couldn't have looked more surprised than if Lady Sif had started to dance naked in front of him. "Me?" he repeated.

"Last year earth had a visitor from another planet, who had a grudge mass that levelled a small town." Fury started to explain. Loki followed his movements and words carefully with narrowed and suddenly suspicious eyes. "We learned that not only are we not alone, but we are hopelessly, hilariously, out gunned."

"My people want nothing but peace with your planet." Thor protested. He ignored when Loki gave a snort.

"But you're not the only people out there, are you?" Fury countered. He waved towards her. "Thanks to Agent Erskine we have gotten reports on practically everyone and everywhere of your so called Nine Realms. You are not the only threat. The world is filling up with people who can’t be matched, they can’t be controlled."

"Like how you controlled the cube?" Loki said, finally snapping slightly. A part of her cherished the surprised look on Fury’s face. "You working on the tesseract is what drew the Chitauri here, Nick. It was a signal, a beam for them."

"It is the signal to all the realms that the earth is ready for a higher form of war." Thor immediately injected.

"A higher form?" Fury repeated, seemingly not sure whether to glare at her or at Thor. "You forced our hand, we had to come up with something."

"A nuclear deterrent." Tony suddenly said, his voice cold. "Cause that always calms everything right down."

"Remind me again how you made your fortune, Stark?" Fury asked dryly.

"I thought humans were more evolved than this." Thor said in obvious growing disgust. She fought the urge to throw something at him.

"Did the people of earth come to Asgard and be the ones to destroy and hurt the innocent?" she snapped at him.

"Alright, I think everyone needs to just calm down." Steve said coming to the middle of everyone with his hands raised. "And we need to think things through."

"You speak of control, yet you court chaos." Thor spat out.

That much gave Loki pause. There really was something wrong with this picture. The air was too heavy, too difficult to suddenly breathe. Her eyes went unbidden to the scepter.

"It's his M.O. isn’t it?" Bruce asked motioning to Fury. "I mean, what are we, a team? No, no, no. We're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're..." he seemingly struggled for a moment to find the right words. "We're a time bomb."

"You need to step away." Natasha said warningly.

"Why shouldn’t the guy let off a little steam?" Tony asked.

"Because you know why, back off!" Steve said finally snapping on his own. The two of them stared at one another for a long moment before Tony said softly "I'm beginning to want you to make me."

Loki closed her eyes and tried to focus, tried to remember back almost seventy years’ worth of memories as she tried to focus on what she was feeling at the moment.

The shouts and yells faded into the background as she thought. She thought back. Back to Asgard and its library of magic. Back to her Master and his teachings.

For the first time in almost seventy years Loki can feel the hum of magic clear in the air as anything. The part of her that had used to be able to call a green flame to her fingertips no longer itched or reacted to the magic of the scepter. But, however, a smaller part of her still managed to stir underneath her skin. A part that she had tried to ignore for ages.

She could feel the caressing of the scepter, almost like thin fingers or veins were stroking over her mind, encouraging her in a sweet voice that she found herself almost unable to ignore to turn herself towards the scepter and obey. To succumb and to submit.

Her hand reached out and her fingers brushed along the metal of the scepter as unknown to her a blue film started to coat her eyes.

A shot practically threw itself from her hand, the same hand that was touching the scepter. A red and blue light that illuminated her veins for a moment went through her and coated the entire scepter in a thin layer of ice. She quickly pulled back and yanked her sleeve down her arm where her skin had turned blue but quickly warmed under the fabric of her shirt.

Clarity coursed through her at that moment and she grabbed the ice covered scepter, the ice acting as a guardian against its influence for the moment, and with a shout she aimed it downward, the blue glowing stone aimed at the ground. She could bent it or destroy the stone but she could create a small enough moment of clearness to help stop its influence for the time being.

The bang that she created filled the room and quieted everyone who were looking confused and slightly worried, Steve went to her immediately.

"Loki. Breathe, please." he said reaching out for her. She hadn't even realized that she had been breathing heavily and almost painfully until Steve had spoken and took in shaking breaths.

She threw the scepter to the side and placed herself around Steve. "It was making us fight." she mumbled.

"...Loki." Thor started to say, still staring at the ice covered scepter. "Did...did you-"

He was interrupted by the computer once more. Bruce was the one, with a slight green tinge on his face, who went to the computer and peered at it.

"Is the tesseract located?" Fury demanded.

"I can get there faster." Tony said immediately.

"The teseract belongs on Asgard." Thor protested just as fast. "No human is a match for it."

"You are not going alone!" Steve said pointing at Tony. "We need to come up with a plan."

"Well I'm not going to just sit around here and-" Tony started to say only to be cut off this time by Bruce.

"Oh my God." Bruce said in horror. As one everyone looked at him and he looked up with fear in his eyes. "It’s at-"

Everything seemed to freeze for a single second before suddenly an explosion at that moment shook what seemed to be the entire helicarrier. Loki gave a yelp as she was thrown to the side, Steve barely had time to grab her by the wrist to stop her from going down into the newly created hole. He dragged her back against him as he gripped onto the railing on the wall.

Clutching onto him tightly she immediately looked around. Tony was on the ground next to him, safe. Fury was a few feet away cursing up a storm, also safe. Thor looked confused and almost insulted, irritating but also safe. Natasha, was nowhere in sight Loki realized with a sinking heart. Neither was Bruce.

"Hill!" Fury shouted into his ear piece as he struggled to right himself on the ground.

"It’s a detonation, number three engines is down!" Loki could hear Maria say in her own ear piece. Cursing as well she helped Steve stand up and then helped Tony.

"Put on the suit!" Steve shouted at Tony who, for once, didn't retort anything and instead nodded and ran off to get to his suit.

With a sinking feeling Loki suddenly realized that with power going into everything to help fix the engines and keep the helicarrier in the sky there would be no one guarding Nanna and therefore no one keeping her in the cage. She ran off in the direction of the containment chamber, Fury’s and Marias voice in her ear as they continued to relay the situation.

"Someone gonna get outside and patch the engine!"

She jumped over what used to be stairs, one hand on the railing and the other going to her gun.

"Hulk and Thor are in the research level!"

"Get his attention."

Skidding past workers and slipping through an opening on her side, she could hear the Hulks roars from where she was and she gave a moment to pray for the safety of whoever was in front of them.

"Sir we lost all engine one!"

"It’s Barton. He took out our system." Fury’s voice was almost emotionless but she could still detect something in his voice.

Clint. Her heart gave a pang and she prayed that he would be alright.

She was almost at the containment chamber.

"He's headed for the detention lab." Fury said, his voice thin and strained. "Does anybody copy?"

Suddenly Natasha’s cool and collected voice filled her ear.

"This is Agent Romanoff. I copy."

For the first time Loki put her hand up on her ear piece. "Nat, be careful." was all she said. She knew that Natasha wouldn't say anything back for the moment.

Turning the corner her eyes widened as she saw Nanna and a newly appeared Thor. Looks as if Fury had managed to get the Hulks attention after all. Nanna was out of her cage, just barely stepping out of it.

If she could just get her back in the cage and then to the control panel, she could drop the cage to the ground.

Trying to stay in the shadows she moved around slowly, pulling out her Taser from her side. Neither of them seemed to notice her as they spoke.

"Nanna, this is madness." Thor said, his hand flexing uncertainly on Mjolnir. "Please come to your senses."

"I am in my senses." she snarled at him. "More so than I have been in ages."

There was something wrong, the voice was not in the right position or sounding. Something about this seemed both familiar yet wrong.

Realization caused her eyes to widen and her mouth to open to warn Thor properly before a flash of blue light hit her and threw her into Thor. She bit back a whimper as she had practically been thrown at a mountain. He shouted in surprise and with another blue flash they had been pushed into the cage itself. The door closing behind them.

The Nanna at the front door of the cage shuddered and then disappeared as the real Nanna stepped out from the shadows with the scepter in hand, and a victorious look in her eyes. The magic of creating an alter image, down to every last detail, was a move that Loki herself had created and it needed a great deal of magic to be able to sustain it properly. She couldn’t help but feel just a bit violated that Nanna had used her own creations against her to such a degree that even she had been fooled for a few moments.

It felt almost...wrong for her own work to be used in such a way. For the first time in years she wished to could call upon her own magic and to show Nanna what properly used and strengthened magic that had been perfected over the centuries could truly do, not the secondhand magic from an artifact that called war to it.

"I tricked the Trickster!" she said gleefully, her voice shrill and high. "I cannot believe you even fell for your own tricks!"

Loki gave a groan as she stood up on her shaking legs. Send her to Siberia all they wanted, she did not want to be thrown at Thor again. "There is no way you had that kind of a magic, where did you learn that? It was mine to invent."

Nanna smirked, still gleeful in her victory, as she twirled the scepter in her hand. "The tesseract." she said her voice silky smooth. "Has more power than anyone in the universe. Just holding a piece of it gives me more strength and more magic than you could have ever even imagined, you disgraced thing."

"You're an idiot if you think you can even hope to control that." Loki said softly. Next to her Thor had tried to smash the glass with his hammer, something she ignored when it only caused a crack.

Nanna laughed softly. "The humans think us immortal." she said moving to the control panel and relishing the way Loki’s eyes widened. "Shall we test that?" Her finger was hanging over the button and twirling around it.

"Move away please." a familiar voice said calmly. Her neck almost cracked as she looked at Phil who was moving into the chamber holding a very large and very intimidating weapon.

"Do you like this?" he asked, motioning with his head towards the weapon. "We started working on the prototype after someone sent the Destroyer. Was that you?"

There was no answer from Nanna who had her eyes firmly on the weapon in Coulson’s hands.

"Even I don’t know what it does." Coulson said still in that calm voice of his. "Do you wanna find out?"

At that moment two things happened at the same time. The first was that Nanna pushed the button on the panel and Loki felt the winds start to pick up. The second was that she was barely able to see Nanna surrounded in a blue light before she reappeared behind Phil and stabbed him through the chest with the scepter.

"PHIL!" she screamed as she threw herself at glass wall. Next to her Thor screamed "NO!" as well and tried once more to break through the walls.

The ground holding them up at that moment however opened and the cage was dropped. She screamed as they fell and Phil left her vision. She banged against the glass as the rapidly approaching ground started to reach them.

Together, she and Thor fell to the earth in their glass cage.

#Lady Loki #Steve Rogers #nicholas fury #Phil Coulson #tony stark #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #Avengers #fanfiction #belonging

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Belonging Chapter 13

Title: Belonging Chapter 13

Loki was terrified as they soared through the air. She struggled to pull herself free from Thor’s grasp to his only response was to tighten his hold. Nanna was in a similar situation and thankfully it provided the distraction Loki needed to not be noticed for the time being.

Before she could even realize it land was reaching them. Realization came to her half a second before it happened and she steeled herself as best as she was able to just as Thor threw her and Nanna to the ground. The Asgardian gave a small groan however immediately sat up in place. Loki, on the other hand, held back a whimper and took deep measured breaths as she mentally tallied any wounds on her body and waited for her vision to clear and the earth to stop spinning.

There was a loud clang in front of her which told her that Thor had set down Mjolnir and the crunch of gravel meant he was walking towards her. Nothing could hide the desperation and hope in his voice when he said shakily “Loki?”

Sighing to herself, and pressing her bracelet slightly to activate its GPS tracking chip, she willed herself to sit up. Rubbing the back of her head she opened her eyes and said in an annoyed tone “What?”

Centuries of knowing Thor and still being able to read his body language is what prompted her to throw herself to the side and to her feet to avoid Thor’s arms as he leapt at her intent on hugging her tightly. At her sudden movement her entire body protested and pain shot through her, for a moment she worried that she had bruised her ribs if not broken them.

Thor’s confused and hurt look reminded her of a kicked puppy and he took a step towards her with his arms raised “Sister.”

Anger flashed through her, quick and sharp, and without thinking she reached out with her foot to find a stray rock and kicked it hard towards Thor who easily caught it. “I’m not your sister.”

It had been too quiet on Nannas part and Loki realized this as her instinct flared up. She brought her arms up and blocked an attempt at a punch and threw nana to the side. Not to be deterred Nanna threw herself at Loki.

Moving quickly Loki was finally able to draw out her gun and shot it twice, once in either of Nannas legs. The other woman fell to the ground with a cry, however Loki knew the wounds would heal within minutes. She turned back to Thor who was watching her with an unreadable look.

“You’ve changed Loki.” he said softly.

“Being denounced by everyone I knew would do that to a person.” Loki said crossing her arms. “That and my aching ribs.”

Thor looked uncomfortable now. “I know father’s decree on your being banished is harsh but-”

“This has nothing to do with Odin.” she said cutting off Thor. She started to pace and only managed a few steps before her ribs started to hurt once more. She stopped in place and crossed her arms again instead. “This has mostly to do with you.”

“Me?” Thor said blinking his eyes in surprise. “What about me?”

“That you no longer consider me your sister.” Loki said.

“That’s a lie!” Thor all but roared. “You are my sister and I love you!”

“And they called me the Liesmith.” Loki said rolling her eyes. “I was there Thor.” she informed him. “I was there when Coulson interrogated you and I know what you said.”

“Sister, listen.” Thor said in a pleading voice. Before he could say another word however there was a flash of red and gold, the sound of repulsors, and the sound of metal hitting flesh and Thor was thrown down the cliff and onto the ground below.

“I’m listening.” Loki said, humor lacing her voice. She turned her head to the side where Nanna was still sitting in the dirt with her hands clutching the wounds on her legs that were almost healed.

“I’ll shoot you again if you try to attack me.” Loki informed her. Mjolnir shook suddenly and flew through the air towards Thor. A part of her hoped that Thor wouldn’t hurt tony.

And where was Natasha? If the GPS took this long to track her down she was going to have a strict word with their technology department.

“What. Are you doing here?” Nanna asked lowly. She stood to her feet as the bullet wounds finally healed.

“I was placed here in my banishment.” Loki said shrugging. “The real questions is what are you doing here and what have you done to Clint?”

Nanna obtained a twisted smirk. “Little princess Loki, always gets what she wants. Little whoring bitch that you are.”

“And here I thought name calling was beneath you.” Loki said. Her bracelet finally warmed slightly and she knew that Natasha at least was near. “Not surprised to see I was wrong.”

“You took everything from me.” Nanna said through clenched teeth. Her fingers twitched slightly and Loki knew she was building up her magic. “You’re Barton told me quite a bit about the new you, Loki Erskine.”

Loki stilled suddenly. “Where is he?” she demanded, shifting her body in an attempt of intimidation. “What have you done to him?”

“He’s told me quite a few things indeed.” Nanna said, ignoring Loki’s question, her smile calm and dangerous. “Especially your little suicidal tendencies.” Her eyes fell to Loki’s wrists that were covered in her jacket. “Especially the pathetic attempts you’ve tried to feel like you belong.”

“Watch your tone.” Loki said lowly, her voice rumbling as adrenaline started its familiar crawl through her veins.

“Pathetic outcast. Unwanted by even her family.” Nanna said walking around Loki slowly. “Like the abomination that you are.”

“You’ve seem to have forgotten who I am, Nanna.” Loki said coldly. “Allow me to remind you.”

Loki’s knives practically flew into her hands and at the same time Nanna finally threw a blasting spell at her. Loki rolled to the side behind rocks as she had threw the knives, pushing and locking the pain of her ribs into a far corner of her mind. She heard Nannas scream of pain and knew her exploding knife had done the trick.

It had been a gift from Clint, the knife that separated once thrown through the air and once making contact exploded.

The rock she had hid behind vibrated once and that was her only warning before strands of the hard earth came forward and wrapped itself around her ankles.

She had thrown herself to the side at the vibration and only her left ankle had been caught. She tapped her booted feet together twice and the laser blasted through her heel for a second, long enough to sever the rocks hold.

Immediately she holstered her knives once more and took up her guns. She fired one as a distraction and on the other she pushed a button on the side. Once she was sure of her shot she pulled the trigger.

A thin pair of ropes flew through the air from the barrel of her gun and wrapped themselves around Nanna. Before she could pull them off the electric charges in them broke causing them to blast her completely with shocks similar to being electrocuted. She gave a high pitch screech as she fell to her knees.

At that moment a wave sprang through the trees and all around, Loki was blasted back as well as she fell to the ground and choked back her exclamation of pain as her ribs reminded her of their hurt state. The next second she finally saw the helicarrier above her.

“About time.” she murmured into her bracelet.

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Thor was apparently coming with them seeing as he came onto the helicarrier with them with Tony flying alongside them outside to make sure that no other stray Asgardians would make any more appearances. He started to move towards her only for Steve to beat him to the race. Steve curled his arm around her waist, loosening it when he saw her wince.

"You alright?" he asked, his hand already sliding along her waist and ribs looking for her injury.

"Ribs." she said managing a smile. She leaned in closer to him and placed her head on his shoulder as she breathed his scent in. He didn't wear a cologne, he hadn't found one that he had liked just yet, but there was the smell of fresh air, of the forest, his deodorant, and something that reminded her purely of Steve that it helped her to relax.

With a gentle hand he led her to the side of the helicarrier and had her sit down in one of the side chairs. Natasha was leading a newly handcuffed Nanna back in once more and this time securely strapped her in, connecting the chain of the handcuffs to the bar above her. Thor was flexing his hands together looking as uncertain as she had ever seen him, he caught her eyes and opened his mouth to speak to her.

Loki turned her head away from him and focused her attention on Steve who was rummaging through the first aid kit.

One of his lessons had been on the advances on medical treatment, he had almost cried in happiness when he learned that asthma was taken seriously and medications were now available to the common people, not to mention all the vaccinations that had been created over the years.

"Could have used that one a few times." he had joked when he saw there was a vaccine for polio.

He pulled out an applicator and a red tube. Fumbling with it for a moment he connected the two and pulled her sleeve back to reveal her arm.

As always his thumb rubbed over the cuts on her wrist, pressing into the skin with just the hint of pressure, before he cleaned an area on her arm with an alcohol pad. Moving quickly to get it over with he injected the nanobots into her arm, she grunted at the needle and then the hot surge of the nanobots moving through her veins.

The downside was that she felt every intrusion and irritation, case in point she scratched at her arm for a moment before Steve pulled it away from the injection sight.

The good side was that her ribs would be healed in hours instead of days.

Steve placed a bandage on her injection wound and pulled her sleeve back down before taking her hand in his. She smiled at him, trying with all her might to ignore how she could feel Thor’s stare practically burning a hole in the back of her neck.

Steve, however, had no such desire, and easily stared back at Thor, protective and loyalty radiating from him in clear waves as he took in what he now believed was a hostile.

"Loki." Thor said, seemingly having gathered his courage to try to speak to her once more.

Loki ignored him however that seemed to be what Steve needed to stand up and walk to him.

"I can understand taking Nanna here." Steve said motioning with his hand to the bound Asgardian. "But you had no right to take Loki with you."

Thor’s face clouded in surprise before it darkened over. "I had believed, Captain, that I had every right."

"What cheek." Loki couldn't help but inject. "You think you had the right? Am I your little play thing that you take and leave as you please?"

Thor turned to her now. "If you would just listen to me for one minute. Please away from everyone."

"She's not going anywhere with you." Steve said at the same time Loki said "I'm not going anywhere with you."

Thor frowned and looked between her and Steve for a moment before he turned his body so that his back faced Steve and his voice lowered as he asked "Have you forgotten about Tyr?"

"Don't you ever speak to me about that thing every again." Loki warned him venom lacing her voice, an old rage that she had all but forgotten about flaring through her once more. "If you value your manhood I suggest you never say that name to me ever again."

Even Natasha looked over her shoulder at Loki in surprise before turning her attention back to the air.

"I'm missing something, aren't I?" Tony’s voice came out through the speakers after a moment of silence. Natasha turned off the radio in an answer.

"Whatever your deal is." Steve said in a warning tone. "Leave Loki out of it, you have nothing and no right to have anything to do with her."

Thor’s voice deepened and for the first time Loki was afraid for Steve. "Take care how you speak, Loki, despite everything that has happened, is still my sister."

Loki closed her eyes and pressed her lips tight together to stop the groan that was about to come out.

And yet she could still feel Steve turning to her and she could even imagine his surprised and confused face when he asked "Sister?"

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"So, you’re a Goddess."

"Yes Steve."

"A Goddess of Mischief, Trickery, and Lies."

"Occasionally of fire too." she offered.

"Fire too."

"Mm hmm."

"And you're Loki of the Norse myths."

"Yep."

Silence rang for a few moments as Loki watched Steve’s face as the pieces came together in his mind.

"...we're you ever going to tell me?"

"Eventually." she affirmed.

"Eventually?"

"Mm hmm."

"You...you couldn't have told me earlier?"

"When, after our third date? 'I had a great time Steve, thank you. By the way, I'm the Norse Goddess Loki of Asgard, former Trickster. Would you like some more wine dear?'." she said in a mocking tone.

"Well...yes! Something like that!"

Silence.

"What did you think when you saw me and realized I hadn't aged in seventy years?" she finally asked when thinking back she realized that Steve had never really questioned it.

A blush appeared on his cheeks. "At first I was too happy to question it, then I thought that SHIELD came up with a serum from my blood."

Loki felt a smile appear on her face as she leaned in closer to him. They had landed only a few moments ago and she had immediately taken him to the side to explain everything to him.

Steve blew out a breath and leaned his head against the wall, she waited patiently for him to say something however when he didn't she felt the first tinge of fear inside of her.

"If this is too much." she said softly. "If you can't...deal with this. I understand."

"What do you mean?" he asked confusingly as he turned to face her.

She gave him a small smile. "I mean, if you don't want this relationship because of this. I won't be mad."

He sat up straighter in his seat and demanded "Where did you get that idea?"

Loki gave a helpless shrug. "It's not something easily accepted. And I didn't tell you before."

"Loki." Steve started to say.

"And after all this is entirely out of everything." she continued, not really realizing what she was saying anymore. "This isn't like the serum or a mutation or anything else and I-"

Her words were cut off as Steve cupped her face gently and pressed his lips to hers chastely. Her eyes fluttered shut at the touch and her lips parted.

Over the past few months their relationship had been slowly progressing into a more physical and pleasurable one. They slept in the same bed however they hadn't had sex as of yet, the both of them were new to that experience and for the time being wanted to take it slow.

Steve’s hands, hands she knew could crush bricks and stones, were always so gentle when they were on her. On the helicarrier helping with her ribs or kissing her now. He always held her as if she was something precious and for those moments she enjoyed that for a moment that she wasn't an unbreakable killing agent but rather a woman in the arms of her lover. Steve was always gentle as his hands ran down her shoulders and her arms. A hand ran across her ribs almost searchingly, pressing harder when he realized that the nanobots had done their job and she was healed.

Steve pulled away from her, the both of them just a bit breathless. Loki’s eyes were still closed and she lamented the loss of his lips against hers.

"I don't care." Steve said firmly pressing his forehead to hers. Loki opened her eyes and stared into his blue ones. He grinned at her. "It doesn't matter to me what you were. What matters is that you're here now, with me."

Loki smiled and breathed his scent in. "I'm here, as long as you'll have me, I'm here."

They stayed like that for a few more moments before breaking away and walking inside, as they walked side by side their hands found one another and entwined together.

As they walked in hand in hand to the front end of the helicarrier her eyes immediately fell onto her first look at a grown Tony Stark who had been conversing with his hands flying with Coulson who simply looked amused. Upon seeing her Tony clapped one hand on Coulson’s shoulder and joined them.

"Now I have been listening in on the radio but I don't think we've been formally introduced." he said holding his hand out to her, his eyes sparkling and shining in interest. "Tony Stark, call me Tony."

Loki had to laugh as for a moment she was transported back in time to her first meeting with Howard, the same joyful and childish look in their face and eyes. She held out of her free hand and shook his firmly. "Loki Erskine."

His eyes widened before they shined once more with glee. "You're Loki?" he asked exclaiming with his free hand as he pointed to her. "The Loki?"

"I'm not sure about 'The Loki' but I doubt that there are more than one seeing as it's not that common of a name." Loki joked.

"Holy shit, you are the Loki." Tony said leaning back on his heels. "You're the one that my dad never shut up about. Although," he said looking her up and down and adopted a slightly lecherous look. "Seeing you in person, I really can't blame him."

Steve cleared his throat at that, his hand tightening in hers. She gripped him back as tight in reassurance.

Tony laughed and clapped Steve on the shoulder as he had done with Coulson. "No need to get your panties in a twist, Star Spangled Man with a plan. I'm a one girl man and I already got my girl." He looked at her again and raised his eyebrows. "Although I'm sure if I mention it Pepper might not be one hundred percent against a threesome."

Loki shook with the mirth as she struggled to contain her laughter. "I'll keep that in mind." she managed to say before pressing her palm against her mouth to stifle her giggles.

Steve tried to glance at her in disapproval but she could see that he was also holding back a few laughs of his own.

A beep in her ear sounded at that moment and Natasha voice rang out clearly. "Loki, you're needed on deck. Bring the tin man and patriotism with you."

Managing to keep a straight face, never let it be said that SHIELD didn't teach how to properly hide everything she needed to, she said "We're needed on the deck boys, follow me?"

Thankfully they ignored how she pressed her fist to her mouth and bit her knuckles lightly in order to muffle her laughter.

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"The Chitauri!" Loki repeated her voice screeching and causing the people near her to cover their ears.

Thor nodded gravely. "I'm afraid so."

Loki gave a low moan as she covered her face. "How the hell did she manage to even contact the Chiauri?"

"We are not sure." Thor said slowly. "She had thrown herself off of the rainbow bridge after a failed attempt to rule Asgard in my absence. I had been banished for a few days-"

"I know." Loki interrupted him to his surprise. "Tell us about Nanna and the Chitauri."

"The Chitauri are not of Asgard or any world known." Thor slowly said staring at Loki carefully. "Nanna means to lead them against your people, the people of earth." he corrected himself glancing at Loki once more.

"I'm of earth too." Loki said crossing her arms. "Continue."

"They will win her the earth, in return, I suspect, for the tesseract." Thor finished.

Loki quickly shot a glare at Fury who returned it easily, he knew that she had dealt with the tesseract with Steve back in the 1940s and he had never said a single word about it.

"So he's building another portal. That's what he needs Erik Selvig for." Bruce said coming into the conversation.

"Selvig?" Thor asked.

"He's an astrophysicist." Bruce clarified.

"He's a friend." Thor corrected gruffly.

Loki hid her snort as a cough into her hand.

"Nanna has him under some kind of spell." Natasha said. Her shoulders dropped down slightly and Loki moved to her side to put her arm around the other room. "Along with one of ours." Natasha threw her a quick look of thanks. Loki nodded and removed her arm but didn't go away from her side.

"I want to know why Nanna let us take her." Steve said sitting at the table, his hands folded on top of it. "She's not leading an army from here."

"I want to know why earth." Loki injected. "Asgard, all of the other realms. They have never had an interest in earth before, unless you count Jotunheim all those thousands of years ago."

"Iridium, what do they need the iridium for?" Bruce asked them.

"It's a stabilizing agent." Tony injected. He had been playing with his phone the entire time and finally found a reason to speak. "Means the portal won't collapse on itself; like it did at SHIELD." He slid his phone back into his pocket and stood as he walked around the table. "Also, it means the portal can open as wide, and stay open as long, as Nanna wants."

Tony reached the elevated floors where computer screens were placed in a circle around it. "Uh, raise the mid-mast, ship the top sails." he instructed before he almost gleefully pointed out "That man is playing Galaga! Thought we wouldn't notice, but we did." He then turned his attention back to the computers, paused, and covered one of his eyes. "How does Fury even see these?"

"He turns." Maria said humoring him. Loki caught Steve’s eye and they both bit their lips to hide their laughs.

"Sounds exhausting." Tony declared before continuing. "The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily. Only major component he still needs is a power source. A high energy density, something to kick start the cube."

"When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?" Maria asked sounding reluctantly impressed.

"Last night." Tony said simply putting his hands in his pockets. "The packet, Selvig's notes, the Extraction Theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading?"

"Does Nanna need any particular kind of power source?" Steve asked.

"She has to heat the cube to a hundred and twenty million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier." Bruce said.

"Unless, Selvig has figured out how to stabilize the quantum tunneling effect." Tony said his eyes beginning to sparkle and a bounce in his step appeared as he moved closer to Bruce.

"Well, if he could do that he could achieve Heavy Ion Fusion at any reactor on the planet." Loki injected. At Tony’s and Bruce’s surprised look she shrugged and said "I've been teaching and learning science for the past sixty odd years, there is a reason that Howard wanted me to join him after all."

"Finally. People that speak English." Tony said. He grabbed her arm and dragged her to where Bruce was standing to whom he extended his hand.

"Dr. Banner, it is a pleasure to meet you. You're work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled." Tony said before he barreled on. "And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster."

"...thanks." Bruce said looking down at the ground almost shyly.

Loki used that moment to step not so lightly on Tony’s foot, to which he whined and jumped on one foot, and slung her arm around Bruce’s shoulder.

"I promised to do science with you Dr. Banner." Loki reminded him. "Let's do science."

"Dr. Banner is only here to track the cube." Fury injected. "I was hoping that the two of you might join him."

"Let's start with that stick of hers." Steve said. "It may be magical but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon."

"I don't know about that but it is powered by the cube." Fury continued. "And I'd like to know how Nanna used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into her personal flying monkeys."

"Monkeys?" Thor repeated frowning in confusion. "I do not understand."

"It's a movie." Loki and Steve said at the same time.

"Well then." Tony said clapping his hands together and turning to Loki and Bruce. "Shall we play, Doctor and..." he trailed off not sure on how to address her.

"Doctor, if you want." Loki said with a shrug. She threw Steve one more smile, a reassuring smile at Natasha who barely managed to return it, and ignored Thor completely as they walked out. "I did get a doctorate in physics."

Tony grinned. "Oh you are so my new best friends, the both of you. By the way," he added catching Loki’s attention as they walked through the hallway. He grinned and she was immediately taken back to a café over twenty years ago with Howard Stark. “I have to ask. Is the part with the horse true?”

#belonging #Avengers #fanfiction #Lady Loki #natasha romanoff #Steve Rogers #thor #tony stark #nanna

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Possess

Title: Possess

Summary: Short au oneshot from 9x21 in which Abaddon possesses Sam in order to live.

It had been a last moment decision, when she had seen Dean Winchester, the new bearer of the Mark of Cain, marching towards her with that blade she had once known in hand.

While Josie Sands had served her well Abaddon wasn't so blind that she would allow her fondness for her vessel to get in the way of her life and what seemed to be the exact moment that Dean Winchester was bringing the blade to her stomach Abaddon forced herself to vacate.

At that exact moment the other brother, Sam Winchester, had burst into the room and upon realizing that his anti-possession tattoo was no more she curled through the air towards him.

She had entered and possessed his body before any of them, Dean, Sam, or Crowley, could even realize what she had done. There was a struggle once she was inside, his soul refused to be pushed aside screaming about being possessed once more and something about someone named Gadreel. She entwined her own grace with his soul, his beautiful soul that shined brighter than anything that she had ever seen in her life, both human and demon, and she pushed down on him so that she could take control.

Dimly she could feel his mouth moving, screaming to his brother, "Dean please! Get her out of me Dean, please! and gritting their teeth together she pushed down as hard as she could.

It was enough for her to take control of the body and grin at a horrified Dean before she snapped their fingers and she teleported in a warehouse a few houses over before falling to their knees.

She wasn't entirely sure how long their fight lasted, Sam Winchesters soul fought longer and harder than any other human that she had possessed. The soul screamed at her in Enochian as it attempted to perform an inward exorcism.

Despite his fighting she coiled their souls together and finally the body settled down as she took control, in the back of her mind she could hear his sobbing full of pain and what seemed like reluctant acceptance. Cracking the neck from side to side she slowly stood and inspected her new body.

A man in his prime, strong and tall and powerful. A perfect vessel.

Memories bombarded her suddenly causing her to clutch at her head and fall to her knees as images flew past her eyes, as their emotions overcame her and for those moments she felt as if it was happening to her as well.

She gasped as she watched Azazel bled into his mouth at the age of six months. She yelped when she felt the knife being buried in his back in Cold Oak. She felt the tears when he cradled Dean in his arms moments after he had been taken to hell. She could taste the heady and burning taste of demon blood in his mouth as he fed from the demon Ruby. She gave a whimper as he faced Lucfier himself and felt the way his soul merged in a way she couldn't when he consented to becoming Lucfiers vessel.

Her mouth fell open as the images faded into the back of their mind. Realization slowly made it's way through her.

She was currently possessing the one and only vessel of Lucifer Himself. Their God and Maker.

Staring at the hands in front of her almost reverently she touched his face gently and her eyes closed. Slowly she bent forward until her forehead was touching the ground.

He was the purest mixture of holy and damnation, virtue and sin. Touched by heavens steering hand and raised on the blood of hell.

She continued to shift through his memories. The heart leaped into her throat as she watched him throw himself, and Lucifer, and even the Archangel Michael, into the cage that housed Lucifer. As an angel brought him back to earth without his soul and then Death himself bringing Sam Winchesters soul back and placing it in his body.

Awe filled her being as she realized the strength of one Sam Winchester. Closing their shared eyes she continued to watch.

She saw his strength as he fought against the memories and hallucinations of hell, the same which had taken months to wear him down had within moments brought down an angel, /Castiel/ a corner of their mind named, after he took the madness from Sam.

She felt his pain and loneliness as Dean Winchester was taken from him, the pain bringing him quite literally to the edge of a cliff. She saw Dean in his eyes as he returned to life, from purgatory itself.

Who were the Wincesters? Why had no one told her of all this?

Finally she saw his strength tenfold. The trails of heaven to close the gates of hell. He felt his pain and suffering at the hands of the trials and the ignorance of his brother. She felt his sobs in her chest as he sobbed and confessed to his brother in the church, the same church he had burned her meatsuit in.

She felt his pain and betrayal when he realized that his brother had made a choice for him and allowed an angel named Gadreel into his body through lies and deception.

Almost absentmindedly she pushed and pulled her grace and his soul together. She could feel his shuddering at her movements, his soul was so bright she could even feel her own dark grace shriveling in it. She thought for a moment of the souls that she had been harvesting with disdain. It was as if she was trying to compare a single star in the sky to a supernova.

She bit back a growl. She had talked to countless demons in order to know what had happened in the years she had been caught in the vortex when she had chased after Henry Winchester. All of them had made mention of the Winchesters, a few even going into the fact that Dean Winchester had been meant to be the vessel of the Archangel Michael himself as well, however not a single damned demon had said a single word of Sam Winchester.

She wrapped her arms around the body and focused on the soul inside of it. It was scared however at the same time it was gearing up to fight once more, gathering enough strength to be able to push her out of his body.

However, that would take time. She had a limited time now in what needed to be done.

She knew what she needed to do now, the original plan of becoming queen of hell was pushed to the side; no longer needed and no longer necessary.

Standing tall she brought his shoulders back and came to a decision.

She would bring her king to her God.

She will bring Lucifer his vessel once more.

#abaddon!sam #supernatural #fanfiction #abaddon #@garrisonbabe #@kansaskissedlips #oneshot

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Sacrifice

Title: Sacrifice

Summary: Sam felt his heart stop in his chest as he struggled to take in another breath. He could feel Castiels concerned eyes on him. He couldn't breathe. As suddenly as the hurt had appeared and settled it left. It left and all he was left with was realization and the simple pure knowledge of what he had to do.

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam felt his heart stop in his chest as he struggled to take in another breath. He could feel Castiels concerned eyes on him.

He couldn't breathe.

Jerk.

Bitch.

His mouth opened however he couldn't get a single sound out.

He could barely feel Castiels hand on his shoulder, he could feel himself floating away, somewhere else. He didn't want to be here, he didn't want to see this, hear this, know this.

Jerk.

Bitch.

He could feel his heart in his chest simply being torn out and ripped into pieces.

That might actually hurt less than what he was feeling at the moment.

Across the room Crowley raised an eyebrow at him. "Something wrong Moose?" he asked in his usual drawling voice. Sam could hear the underline however, there was pride and there was smugness.

Dean turned also towards him, both of his eyebrows raised slightly however it was less interest and more of a reflex.

Cas stepped closer to Sam and was whispering something to him however Sam couldn't make out a single word.

Jerk.

Bitch.

As suddenly as the hurt had appeared and settled it left.

It left and all he was left with was realization and the simple pure knowledge of what he had to do.

Throwing Cas's hand off of his shoulder Sam turned and left, he felt himself settling and he wasn't afraid as he thought he would be.

In hindsight he wasn't sure why it hadn't come earlier to him, what he needed to do. Maybe a part of him had known the entire time and was trying to find a different solution.

Nothing mattered anymore, however. Nothing was deemed important anymore.

He knew what he had to do.

Jerk.

Bitch.

Something more of a smirk rather than a smile appeared on his face as he left the building hearing and ignoring Cas's calls behind him.

He didn't want the angel to know what he was doing.

'22 Miller Street.'

Dean glanced down at the text one last time before he slipped his cell phone back into his pocket and settled against the steering wheel for a moment.

His eyes narrowed as he stared at the old and run down building as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel.

He had gotten the text a few hours ago, he had only chose to go to the location if only because he wanted to see just what his brother was planning.

There had been no invitation, no summons. Nothing. Just an address and a choice. To go or not to go.

Dean had always been a curious person during his time as a human. His time as a demon had done nothing to get rid of it.

He rolled his shoulders back once, felt the reassuring weight and feel of the first blade pressed against his back by the back of his jacket, and finally stepped out of the car and made his way to the building.

Opening the door he waved away a cloud of dust and cautiously stepped forward, checking the sides of his every step and above him for a devils trap or a single sigil or something.

The roof had caved in at some parts of the room allowing the moonlight and starlight to enter and illuminate the room enough for him to see.

Stepping forward Dean allowed his eyes to blacken over as he drew the first blade from its hiding place. Gripping the handle tightly he felt the familiar wave of power and strength combine from the mark on his arm and the blade itself as it coursed through his body. He blew out a breath of air as he felt energy crackle through his veins.

Stepping more into the room his eyes followed the path of dust that had been cleared slightly, enough to show that someone had walked the path of the floor. The path brought him to a staircase that he was severely doubting would be able to hold him up.

He climbed the steps cautiously, every nerve in his body standing on edge. He turned his head in every direction he was able to in order to see everything that he could.

No symbols. No carvings. Nothing.

What the hell was Sam planning to do here?

The stairs stopped suddenly at a doorway. Scrunching his nose slightly Dean gingerly turned the doorknob, wiping his hand on his jeans as soon as he let go.

Only to stop at the doorway and stare into the room in what could only be shock.

Bodies. Bodies were thrown around the room with little care as to how or where they landed. Walking up to one he nudged it, a girl’s body a corner of his mind noticed, with the toe of his boot.

The head rolled to the side with his small kick only to fall back down.

However he was able to see the cut along her throat, from ear to ear, clearly.

Looking around he saw the same cuts on every single body. He sniffed the air and made a face as he recognized the scent.

The same cuts on every single demon possessed body.

Each and every body, there were about ten of them he counted slowly, had cuts along their necks.

Heaving a sigh he knelt down next to the girl’s body and reached out to examine the cut a bit more. His black eyes narrowed when he realized just what he was looking at.

The cuts were done purposely. Done in such a way to make gathering fast and easy.

Because each of the demons bodies were drained of their blood.

"Little bastard crumbled and went back to being an addict." Dean murmured as he stood. He shook his head in mock sadness. "How weak."

Looking up he noticed another door. A small light shone under it, flickering slightly as it struggled to stay a lit.

"Making me come all this way because he was too weak." Dean said walking towards the door. "What a waste of time."

Opening the door he waited for his eyes to adjust the sudden, albeit weak, light.

A single table with one single piece of paper laid on the surface, strangely enough there was a quill sitting right next to it in an ink pod. The lamp was right next to the paper still flickering almost pitifully, more so when Dean extended his aura however surprisingly it didn't go out completely. Sam’s shoulder harness was also sitting to the side, almost hanging off the edge and falling off the table completely.

And there was the man of the hour. His former little brother was sitting on the window sill with his back facing Dean. One of his knees was bent towards his chest and he had his arms around it as he pressed it closer to him. He was looking out the window and didn't seem to realize that Dean was there.

"Have to say Sammy, I'm not that surprised that you went back to demon blood." Dean said coming into the room after he looked around to see if there was any binding spell or /something/ in the room. "But then again, we all knew you would go back sooner or later. Once a junkie, always a junkie after all."

Besides Sam tilting his head to the side he didn't seem to acknowledge what Dean was saying.

Irritation was starting to go through Dean as he flexed his grip on the first blade.

"Is this what you called me here for?" Dean asked coming closer to Sam who still paid him no attention. "A pity session? Guilt? Or maybe," Dean smirked now. "You're back on the demon juice and think you can exorcise me. Go ahead and try." he encouraged. "Give me a reason to kill you."

There was still no answer.

His smirk faded into gritted teeth. "Don't you dare ignore me, you little bitch. You called me and now you're letting me hang?"

When there was still no answer Dean lost what little patience he had. Crossing the room in long strides he reached his brother and brought his free arm forward, ignoring the way his mark suddenly flared up in pain, and grabbed Sam’s shoulder. "Pay attention to me!"

Moving fast that it was a blur Sam had grabbed Dean’s hand that had grabbed his shoulder and twisted it so that Dean’s body came to the side enough for Sam to grab him by the throat and throw him to the floor. Dean brought the hand grasping the first blade up to Sam’s side however it was pinned to the ground suddenly, just as the rest of his body was.

Sam slowly slithered off of the window sill, his mind keeping a firm grip on Dean and keeping him restrained to the floor.

Dean brought his head forward so that the moonbeams behind Sam could light his face up enough for his black eyes to be visible.

"Going back to these old tricks Sammy?" Dean smirked. His smirk faded however when he realized that he couldn't throw off Sam’s mental hold.

Sam came up to Dean, tilting his head to the side slightly. The moonlight coming from the window illuminated him, giving him an almost silver glow. He motioned with his face to the side and Dean’s sleeve flew up to reveal the mark of Cain that was now burning almost agonizingly into his skin. Another motion with his head the first blade flew into Sam’s awaiting hand.

Dean’s heart sank in his chest when he tried to summon the blade back into his hand only for the blade to not move a single centimeter.

"I never thought." Sam said, his voice sounded like silk and as smooth as bone. Dean felt his eyes revert back to their green shade in shock as he recognized the tone exactly. He had heard it twice in his life.

The first time when Zachariah had sent him forward to 2014 and he had watched his own neck being snapped in front of him.

And again in the graveyard where the archangels had had their final battle.

"I never thought." Sam repeated turning the blade over in his hands. "That this would give me both so much trouble and yet so much freedom."

Looking back up Sam smiled lightly and in the moonlight on the wall behind him Dean swore he saw the shadows of six wings extended outward and above.

"Hello Dean." Lucifer said.

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Belonging Chapter 12

Title: Belonging Chapter 11

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In the end it took her only eight days to write the complete report.

Eight days of sleepless nights where Clint joked that she had hooked herself onto a coffee IV while Natasha threatened her with a sleeping dart in the neck if Loki wouldn’t go and sleep for at least eight hours.

Loki had laughed at Natasha’s words but when she suddenly felt a pinprick in her neck moments later and she woke up missing ten hours in her bed she realized she would have to start taking Natasha’s threats a bit more seriously.

Clint had laughed himself silly when she stumbled into her living room only to see the both of them sitting on her couch and drinking her coffee as if they lived there when he saw her disarrayed picture and while she wasn’t completely positive she was sure that he had taken pictures of her with her bedhead and of her while she slept to use as future blackmail.

While she had laughed with them, after handing her a caramel whipped cream latte that she loved as a peace offering, she was also happy that Natasha had basically drugged her to go to sleep. Ever since Thor had come barging back into her life with his usual fanfare and booming tone she found her life was disturbed. Almost intruded and if she had to pick a word she would have picked violated.

Thor had no business on Earth. Earth is her home, her place. Asgard was his and if he knew what was best, and in all truth she doubted that he had gained common sense in her absence, he will stay in Asgard.

The thought that she would live and perhaps one day die on Earth no longer scared her. In fact she found that she, if not enjoyed, was comforted that if she did die one day on earth that she would have friends that mourned her death because they liked her and not because of her talents. They would truthfully mourn her and miss her with her loss.

Her friends lingered over the jagged cuts over her wrist that remained despite the surgery. She refused to get laser surgery to get rid of the scars, she wanted to keep them and remember everything about them.

As she had written her report to Fury about the other nine realms more often time than not over the past eight days she would go to the roof of her apartment with a blanket on her shoulders, her laptop on her lap as she typed, and a cooling cup of either coffee or tea beside her. Whenever she wanted to take a break from tying she curl under her blanket and take small sips from her drink while looking at the stars and sky.

She thought of Earth. She thought of Steve, whose name still brought pain to her. Sometimes she thought of Asgard.

Most of all she thought of her own place.

She has not aged in seventy years although she was vulnerable to wounds and viruses, one momentous occasion when she had an allergy attack during the spring; something that never happened to her before and had never happened once, and she had taken medication for it. She remembered taking the medication and the next thing she knew she was in her underwear and bra kneeling outside of Wisconsin in a field of flowers. Apparently she had gotten high from the medication to a point that she managed to walk all the way to Wisconsin from Missouri where she had been stationed, had stripped to her underwear along the way, and had been having a deep and detailed conversation with flowers on the pros and cons of the rising gas prices verses the advantages of bike riding.

Clint had recorded the entire thing as he had followed her from the base to make sure nothing happened to her while at the same time letting her go wherever she had wished to at the time.

At first she had thought that her youth and age was a direct result of eating the Golden Apples of Idunn in her youth.

Her entire ideal and perception of what used to be her world however hadn’t just been turned inside out as much as destroyed completely and simply more questions arose, questions she will never get an answer to, when she had taken a mission with Clint and Natasha in Siberia during the winter and she had fallen into the ice covered lake, because with her luck of course she had to fall into the only hole that was there.

It no longer mattered to her. As far as she was concerned she was of earth. Nothing more, nothing less. Everything in her past was that, her past. Something she was learning to let go of. Something that no longer had the power to drag her under the waters and refuse to release its hold.

Loki Odinsdottir was dead. She was dead and gone.

Loki Erskine was all that remained.

So she finished her report in eight days. She outlined each of the eight remaining realms from Muspelheim which was ruled by the fire demons to Helheim the realm of the dead which was ruled by Hela and every one in between. She wrote everything she remembered about each ones culture, each ones ruler and classes, she outlined their powers and specialties and any potential weaknesses they might have. While her information was still rather dated, having no contact for seventy years meant she had missed whatever new inventions had been created and any new magic’s that had been discovered, however as Coulson had said it was better to have slightly outdated information rather than no information at all.

At the morning of her ninth day she stared at her typed report for a full twelve minutes and twenty six seconds, she had counted, before she had sent it to Fury and going to print it and give in a physical copy in as well.

She just didn’t know what to do to settle that restless feeling in her stomach. Until the November month rolled along and commercials started to advertise for Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving was simultaneously a familiar and a foreign concept for her. Familiar in the sense that living in America for over seventy years she had seen it countless times. Foreign in the sense that she had never personally experienced the holiday.

It was pure madness and insanity that she found herself inviting Natasha, Clint, Coulson, Fury, and Maria Hill to her apartment two weeks before the holiday. Most of them had been surprised at the invitation however they accepted nonetheless. Clint had said as long as there was stuffing and pie he was there.

Living on her own for so long helped her to learn how to cook properly, she simply never made the foods that were required for the holiday and never the amount of food for more than two people at the most.

She spent her semi free time researching what was needed and what she had to make. She copied the recipes she was going to use into a separate notebook, occasionally changing the amount or an ingredient.

Two days were dedicated to battling the supermarkets and getting everything she needed including a bigger table, chairs, and silverware.

The day of thanksgiving she woke up early and immediately started cooking. As par for what read online she made stuffing and four different salads, there was mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes with marshmallows. There was two kinds of pies being baked and the smells filled the air.

And of course, the turkey. The proclaimed highlight and main star of the entire holiday.

It was the first thing she started to cook and the last to be pulled out of the oven. The entire day she had checked on it almost religiously to ensure that it was cooking properly.

Surprisingly Fury was the first to arrive at her apartment with two bottles of red wine and two bottles of white wine in a basket. It was strange enough to see him in a sweater and pants and in her home especially when he offered to help set the table.

Soon enough Phil, Maria, Natasha, and Clint joined with each of them bringing something. The food was brought out and under, surprisingly, Coulson’s prompting he head the grace and prayer before they started to eat.

The wine was good and strong, everyone complimented the food; even going so far as to almost cheer at the sight of the turkey when Loki brought it out and Fury cut it. Later dessert filled any remaining empty spaces in their stomachs. Clint was groaning and moaning that he couldn’t eat another bite and “Loki you’re making me gain too much weight, I swear, I’m not going to be able to fit into the air vents anymore,” and everyone was smiling.

Loki couldn’t keep her smile off of her face. Seventy years on earth and she had finally found herself a home and a family.

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t breathe. The strength left her body and she wasn’t aware of Fury calling her name.

She blinked and suddenly everything cleared once more. She was then made aware that Fury had his hands on her arms and she was sitting in a chair.

She was sure that she had been standing a few minutes ago.

Swallowing a few times to get rid of the lump in her throat unsuccessfully she hoarsely said “What?”

“We’ve recovered a vessel off the coast of the Atlantic.” Fury repeated slowly. “An aircraft that went missing back in 1945.”

She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Her eyes wouldn’t focus and her heart refused to slow down.

“Inside was a body, completely frozen.”

Her entire world was spinning, nothing was making any sense anymore.

“We’ve managed to identify and defrost the body. It is Steven Rogers.”

It’s been over seventy years. He couldn’t be here again. It’s been over seventy years. How could he be here again?

“He is still alive. He is now awake.”

“Where?” she croaked. Moving fast she now grabbed Fury’s arms. She could barely recognize her own voice as she all but yelled “Where is he!?”

“Second floor, medical center.”

She all but flew out of her seat towards the door and into the hallway. Choosing to forgo the elevator she raced down the stairs. Once she reached the second floor she threw the door open and ran down to the medical center.

Agents stepped out of her way and she didn’t bother to stop and apologize to the ones she did bump into.

She slowed down once she turned the corner and stood motionless at the door. Dimly she could hear voices on the other side but couldn’t make out the words. With a shaking hand she curled her fingers on the doorknob and slowly opened and entered the room.

The doctor was facing her however the man had his back to her. His hair was combed neatly and he was dressed in a plain white shirt and sweatpants. He was broad shouldered and seemed to not know how to hold himself.

Barely able to breathe as hope began to grow inside of her Loki just managed to whisper “Steve?”

The man stiffened slightly before, with seemingly a great deal of effort, turned around to face her.

Steven Rogers sky blue eyes met her greens ones for the first time since 1945.

Neither of them said a word as Steve turned himself so that he was able to look at her fully. Everything else around them slowed down.

“Loki?” he breathed.

Then, as sudden as everything stopped it all came forward once more. Loki felt something inside of her break at Steve’s voice. His face held suspicion, fear, and hope all at once while he looked at her in disbelief.

She felt tears gather and fall from her eyes as she took hesitant steps towards him with her hand extended towards him. As she finally reached him she placed her hand over his heart. Her fingers curled slightly as she felt the warmth of his skin, however what grabbed her attention the most was the steady beating of his heart underneath.

His hand came up to cup her face and tilt her head back so that their eyes met once more.

“If this is another trick by SHIELD.” he said his voice shaking. “I am going to punch someone.”

A choked laugh managed to escape her lips however it didn’t stop her tears from falling as she threw herself at him. Loki curled her arms around him and placed her head on his chest.

“It’s me.” she told him. “It’s me, Steve. It’s me.”

His arms came up and around her. “Loki?” he said breathlessly, she felt his chin on her shoulder and his entire body starting to shake.

“Steve.” she said relishing the feel of his name on her tongue. She brought herself back slightly and pressed her forehead to his as she breathed in his scent; clean and pure, smelling like fresh laundry and the hospital sheets, none of which should have been comforting however combined with the feel of his arms around her she felt herself start to tear up slightly. “Welcome home.”

Having Steve back filled a hole Loki hadn’t realized was there. She had immediately put in her request for time off, which Coulson had granted just as fast, and helped Steve to fill out his paperwork until he was finally dismissed.

She had thrown a quick text to Clint and Natasha so that they knew the situation and then devoted her time to help Steve adjust.

Fury had sent an army of doctors to check him over in every sense possible, doctors that saw Steve as a patient and not a lab experiment, and she supervised each visit with a protective eye.

After the doctor’s visit she started slowly. She got history books from the library and once Steve finished those she showed him the technology she had, her computer and tablet, which he had used carefully with gentle hands and wide eyes. She showed him how to use the internet and streamed movies onto her TV.

They would walk to Central Park and she would watch Steve’s face as he would marvel at everything around them. She laughed when he warily tried new food, sushi had been an interesting experience when he had accidently taken a mouthful of wasabi and to his relief of pizza and hotdogs being the same.

They rode the train together down to Brooklyn where he went to the paces of his childhood. The apartment building he had lived in was still there and being occupied by other families. The graveyard where his mother was buried was thankfully still there and he spent over an hour there talking to his mother while she stood a respectful distance away until he called her over.

They went to the museums and theatres, both for movies and plays, and they would cook together. She embarrassingly showed him her paintings which he looked at good naturedly even at the ones of him.

He moved into her apartment and stayed in her spare room that before had been nothing more than a place to put all of her stuff that she hadn’t needed at the time or her material possessions that she hadn’t wished to throw away because she had gotten attached to them. Moving everything out had taken half the day and the other half was devoted to getting Steve a proper bed and later they added more furniture.

She had thrown him a look when he had suggested that he could get his own apartment and the message must have been clear enough because he never brought the topic up again.

When she heard him crying in the middle of the night for his loss, the loss of losing Bucky was still recent enough for him for the pain to still be sharp, she would always slip out of bed and go to his room where she would hold him as he cried himself out. He had given up pretending that he was crying after the first time. He had also apologized multiple times for intruding on her in such a way.

She told him that there was no shame in mourning his past, for her it had been seventy years however for him his past was merely a few days ago.

One night that they stayed in and their stomachs were full from the dinner Steve had made that they ate on her balcony and now sipping from their glasses of wine. They were cuddling on the couch that they had dragged out to watch the stars Loki had leaned forward, just as she had grabbed him all those years ago, and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

To her utmost delight Steve kissed back, cupping her face in his hand as his thumb skidded along her cheek. At that moment everything was perfect and she didn’t want to leave, wished that it would all freeze in place and nothing would change.

Then everything changed when a secret research facility where Clint was guarding collapsed with a sudden arrival of an Asgardian.

Loki and Steve had been sparring in an old fashioned gym that Steve had found. While there was some holding back, if Steve punched her with his complete strength he just might kill her, it allowed her to go all out without worrying that she would hurt him.

She is well trained, training for years on her own and somehow managing to retain a good deal of her immortality and obviously her youth, something she suspects was caused by eating the golden apples of her youth, she still has a body in its prime. Years of gymnastics, martial arts, and once Natasha and she became friends they had helped each other to combine dance and their attack sot create a unique style of fighting.

Knowing that her strength was nothing compared to his Loki used his own weight and strength against him. Steve, however, was a fast learner and quickly learned to block her properly which lead to her using her own weight and gravity.

When she heard Fury enter the gym her legs had been wrapped around Steve’s neck, his hand had been entangled in her hair, and the both of them were panting and sweating.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything.” Fury said dryly, entering the gym with his arms behind his back.

Breathing heavily the two of them untangled and stood a few inches away from each other while biting down giggles.

“No sir.” Loki managed to say.

Fury shot the both of them a leveled look before seemingly coming to the decision that it wasn’t worth his time.

“The both of you need to come in.” Fury told them. “I’m reinstating the Avengers Initiative.”

In the span of less than ten minutes Clint had been compromised, Doctor Selvig had been compromised, an unknown had come through a portal, and the tesseract that Loki hadn’t known that SHIELD had was stolen.

She watched the video of the entire escape on her tablet while Steve and Coulson talked for the first time in the front of the plane.

All the possible Avengers were being contacted and brought to the hellicarrier. A few hours earlier Natasha had texted her with a picture of Bruce Banner and the two words ‘Bozho moe.’

She stopped the video and zoomed in on the stranger and her eyes widened when she realized just who was holding a scepter and had taken Clint and the tesseract.

Pulling out her cell phone she typed out a quick text to Fury.

‘Her name is Nanna and she is from Asgard.’ Her heart was in pounding in her chest and she turned her tablet off just in time to hear Coulson say “I watched you, when you slept.”

It was a relief to see Natasha again and the two of them embraced with Loki whispering reassurances about Clint to her to which Natasha nodded gratefully to.

Everything was starting to blur together as preparation for a war would. She met and shook the hands of Dr. Banner, his grip was firm however his eyes avoided hers. Acting on an impulse she mentioned his last thesis on radiation that he had published before the accident and said that she hoped if he would have time later in the day that they could get together and compare notes. Something that she noted with satisfaction seemed to relax him, especially when he saw Steve being too close to her to be labeled only a friend.

She repeated all the information she remembered about Nanna; her position on Asgard, her possible powers, and any skills and weaknesses she had, and soon enough there was a sighting in Germany to which Loki, Steve, and Natasha immediately took off to.

She watched from the plane as Steve fought against Nanna, her fingers hovering over her trigger the entire time ready to push it at a moment’s notice.

Suddenly rock music blared through the plane to Loki’s confusion although Natasha looked like she was fighting a smile.

“Agent Romanoff, did you miss me?” Tony Stark’s familiar voice rung out. Together Steve and Tony seemed to overpower Nanna who surrendered easily.

Almost too easily.

Once Nanna was on the place with them Loki kept her back to the Asgardian in the hopes of not being noticed and didn’t speak, she only occasionally looked over her shoulder to smile reassuringly at Steve.

She listened with half an ear and a smile as Steve and Tony bickered with one another. Her smile faded however when thunder boomed across the skies and when she looked there were no clouds.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked lowly touching her shoulder lightly. He threw her a small smile and asked teasingly “You’re not scared of a little lightning, are you?”

Loki threw another glance out the window shield. “I’m not that fond of what follows.”

Steve’s forehead crinkled slightly however before he could say anything the plane suddenly tilted to the side with the force of someone hitting the aircraft.

Or perhaps landing on it.

Tony opened the chute and seemed to get ready to fly out when a mess of gold and red all but kicked him to the side. When Steve tried to intercept he was thrown out of the way.

Immediately Loki unclipped her seatbelt and simply flew to Steve’s side. He groaned as he sat up and she placed her hand on his arm and the back of his head, to feel a bump already forming there, and the ignored the struggle she saw happening with Nanna and the newcomer.

The both of them got to their feet at the ready, Steve picking up his shield and her hand going to her side where her gun was, when she was suddenly yanked forward.

The hand that had curled itself around her arm tightly pulled her until she was centimeters from Thor’s blue eyes. His widened and hers glared back at him. Before she could do anything he whirled her so that her own arm wrapped around her body, grabbed Nanna and pulled her into the same arm holding Loki, and jumped from the plane and into the skies.

All of it happened in less than ten seconds.

#belonging #Lady Loki #Steve Rogers #nicholas fury #natasha romanoff #clint barton #thor #Avengers #au #alternate universe #fanfiction

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I now have a twitter for whatever reason (Actually I started making one yesterday while waiting for the movie to start out of boredom and wasn’t able to completely register on my phone and I hate leaving things half way done.) so…here’s a link: https://twitter.com/Writerly_Way

Mostly updates for my stories I guess.

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Brought Together Chapter 2

Title: Brought Together Chapter 2

Summary: Not related Au where twenty year old Man of Letters Dean Winchester aches to go on a hunt, even one time, and with the help of his father teams up with hunter Mary Campbells sixteen year old son Sam as the both of them struggle to find their place in the world. SamxDean

It was quite easily the strangest car ride Dean had even been on. For the first hour that they drove neither of them said a single word, the radio was playing on a low volume with only a few static interruptions. Sam sat almost unmoving with one hand on the wheel and his other arm leaning against his door, occasionally he tapped his fingers either against the door or the wheel to the beat of the song that was playing and even hummed a bit. As Dean stared out the window he wearily wished that he had taken a book with him or at least his notebook so that he would have something to do besides staring out at the unchanging landscape.

He never knew just how much farmland was around his town and how similar it looked.

Around the first hour and a half Sam shifted in his seat to rummage through his jean pocket for a moment before he pulled out a worn pack of cigarettes.

“You mind?” Sam asked him bringing the pack up a bit so Dean could see it clearly.

“No.” he answered shaking his head.

With the same hand holding the pack Sam used a finger to push at the button at the side to bring the window down. With his thumb he opened the top and shook it until a single cigarette moved up to which he brought the pack to his mouth and curled his lips around the lone cigarette. He dropped the box onto his lap and then pulled the lighter from under the radio and used it to light it.

He moved quickly as he placed the lighter back and took a drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke out of the window.

Picking the pack up in his hand once more he moved it towards Dean.

“Want one?” he asked shaking it.

“No thanks.” Dean said. Sam shrugged and threw the pack in between them.

“Where are we going?” Dean asked, trying to get a conversation going. Something to fill in the silence that was beginning to drive him insane.

“Carroll Valley, Pennsylvania.” Sam said immediately as if reciting something from memory. “Weren’t you listening before?”

“Just wanted to make sure.” Dean said shifting in his seat slightly as he tried to get more comfortable. “How long will it take us to get there?”

Sam motioned with his head behind them. Glancing into the backseat Dean saw for the first time a bunch of scrunched up and opened maps. “According to that it’s over twelve hundred miles from where we started. At the speed we’re going,” a quick glance at the speedometer for the both of them. “We’ll get there in a day or so.”

“We’re going all the way?”

“We need to stop we’ll get a room at a motel.” Sam said shrugging. “No biggie.”

“I can drive if you want.” Dean offered, trying to make himself of some sort of use on the way there.

Sam shook his head. “We’ll stop if I can’t drive anymore.”

Annoyance spread through him at the words. “I can drive you know.” Dean said, letting his annoyance show in voice, something that seemed to amuse Sam if the smile he wasn’t really trying to fight was any indication.

“I’m sure.” Sam said, his own voice clearly merely appeasing Dean. “But I don’t know who you are, no way in hell am I letting you get behind the wheel while I take a nap.”

“You're taking me on a hunt.” Dean pointed out.

“Hunting’s different, you annoy me or I don’t think I can trust you I can either leave you or shoot you.” Sam said. He brought the cigarette back to his lips and took in another deep breath before tilting his head back and blowing it out and allowing it to fill the car.

Holding back his coughs, Dean was sure Sam would just laugh some more at his expense if he started coughing, he tried to wave the smoke away from his nose as he opened his own window.

“Mrs. Campbell said you're sixteen.” Dean said fighting the urge to stick his head out the window to get away from the smoke.

Sam nodded. “I am. Problem?”

“A bit.” Dean said honestly. “Do you even have a license? And I’m sure that you're too young to get cigarettes.”

“Fake ids for the cigarettes and legally I can drive.” Sam said tipping the ashes of the cigarette out the window. “Got my permit the day I turned sixteen, a few weeks later I got my license.”

“Fake ids?”

“Knew that would get your attention.” Sam snorted. The cigarette was dangling in his fingers out the window. “Yeah, fake ids.”

“What do you need fake ids for?” Dean demanded. “Don’t you know that’s illegal?”

Sam laughed, the sides of his eyes crinkled and his entire body was shaking in mirth. “I’ve got fake ids for everything and anything that I might need, dude. And hell yeah I know it’s illegal, more than half the stuff I do is illegal.”

Still chuckling Sam brought the cigarette back to his lips and drew in a deep breath. Shifting his head to the side he blew the smoke out the window once more.

“Any more questions?” Sam asked. “I could use another good laugh, haven’t had one in ages.”

Dean narrowed in eyes in annoyance. “I’m not trying to be funny.”

“I think this is hilarious.” Sam said simply giving a half glance towards Dean.

“What do you mean?”

“Any high enough hunter knows about the Men of Letters.” Sam said. The song changed on the still playing radio that had faded in the distance and he tapped the fingers of the hand that was still on the steering wheel in time. “We know that you guys are nothing more than pencil pushing, book reading, little snots that put your noses in the air and think you’re better than anyone else.” He brought the cigarette back, drew in a breath, and let go. “In all honesty, I hate your kind.”

“My kind?” Dean asked as coldly as he was able to.

��You live in your ivory tower thinking you are so much better than the rest of us.” Sam continued as if Dean hadn’t said a word. He finally glanced at Dean and when their eyes connected Dean was almost taken aback at the amount of coldness and almost hatred shining in his eyes. “I can’t stand Men of Letters.”

“Then why take me?” Dean asked trying to fight the urge to sink back in his seat.

“Because I was asked to.” Sam answered looking back to the road in front of them. He made a left turn and they got onto the highway. “Because of those few times that you lower your wonderful selves to so much as throw us hunters a bone.” He continued to tap on the wheel with his hand now however it was no longer to the beat of the song.

“Why do you hate us so much?”

“Because you have so much information and you never share.” Sam said without hesitation. “You won’t demean yourselves to even so much as thinking of helping us hunters while we try to kill that which should not exist.” His hand tightened its grip on the wheel. “Now tell me something, did I say a single lie?”

Dean didn’t answer, instead he just shifted and looked out the window as his temper brewed and raged inside of him.

“Screw you then, Dean Winchester.” Sam said throwing the remainder of his cigarette out the window and turning the radio on louder.

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The only time they stopped was four hours later at a gas station to refill the gas tank of the car. Sam dodged into the store and came back with a new pack of cigarettes, a bottle of soda, and a bag of chips. Dean took the moment to go to the back of the car and pull out his small bag out and sat back in the passenger seat.

“You want something get it now, we’re not going to stop again for a while.” Sam said sliding back into the driver’s seat and throwing the food into the backseat and the cigarettes in the space under the radio.

“I’m good.” Dean said opening and rummaging through his bag. “I don’t care how good of a fake id you have, there is no way you look old enough to get cigarettes.”

Sam sniggered lightly as he backed the car out of the station and back onto the road. “Most people don’t really give a shit, especially when they are making minimum wage at a piss poor job here. For them if the id is good enough, that’s all they need.”

“Smoking will kill you.” Dean lectured.

Sam laughed again. “If it’s not going to be the cigarettes it will be either the drinking or the job.” he said. As if to support his words he lit up another cigarette, thankfully keeping the window down as well.

“Drinking?” Dean asked feeling almost scandalized.

"Yes Winchester. Drinking." Sam said slowly as if to a child.

"You're sixteen!"

Sam rolled his eyes. "What's your point?" he said taking his cigarette in between his fingers. "Seriously, what's your deal?"

"You smoke, you drink." Dean said counting off on his fingers. "What else are you doing?"

"My mom doesn't give half as much shit as you do at this moment." Sam said snickering. "You trying to be her replacement?" He taped the ash out the window as he waited for an answer.

Dean sputtered slightly. "She should care!" he said. "She should at least tell you to stop."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Take it easy princess."

"Don't call me that." Dean snapped. He wasn't quite sure what he was more annoyed at: Sam's lifestyle or the fact that his mother doesn't seem to care.

Sam gave a half glance at him as he took another drag from his cigarette as he seemed to be considering his next question.

"Are you a virgin?" Sam suddenly asked.

Dean sputtered and immediately reddened.

Sam nodded. "Answer gotten, thanks."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean stammered out.

"It's more than obvious." Sam said finishing the cigarette and throwing it out the window before he blew the smoke out as well. "Little virgin princess."

"And what if I said I wasn't?" Dean challenged.

Immediately Sam sharply turned the steering wheel so that they slid to the side of the highway as Dean clutched at the door handle at the sudden turn. Moving quickly Sam unbuckled and brought himself over the barrier to where Dean was sitting.

One of Sam’s hands went to the back of Dean’s head while the other one clutched at his shirt front. Using both hands he brought Dean closer to him until their lips were centimeters apart, the hand at the back of Deans head went down to his neck. Their breaths mingled together as Sam slightly tilted his head.

Dean couldn't breathe, his breath coming out in short gasps and his eyes were widely open. His entire body was shaking and his hands were sweaty and slipped on the leather upholstery.

Their eyes stared at one another without blinking as Sam’s lips lightly drifted to the side of his face until he was touching the edge of Dean’s ear with his mouth.

"Not only can I now tell that you're a virgin." Sam breathed into Dean’s ear, the warm and moist breath making his entire body shudder. "I can now also tell that you've never even been kissed."

Then, just as suddenly as he had brought himself to Dean he brought himself back into the driver’s seat, buckled his seat belt, and started the car forward once more. Almost as if the last minute hadn't happened.

Dean finally blinked as he tried to process what had just happened. Licking his lips he shifted in his seat before he realized there was a slight problem.

Particularly in between his legs.

If Sam knew, and Dean knew that the bastard knew why else would there be that wide of a smirk on his face, he also didn't say a single word as he whistled a tune.

'Prick.' Dean couldn't help thinking as he crossed and uncrossed his legs as he continued to try to find a comfortable position in his seat now.

Night fell before Sam got off the highway and onto the main road. Seeing Deans curious glance at him Sam answered "We're stopping to get some real food, snacks don't go all the way after all."

"Where are we stopping?" Dean asked.

"First diner we see." Sam answered simply. "Foods good and cheap."

"Not exactly healthy though." Dean pointed out.

Sam snorted. "Are you going to spend the entire trip lecturing me? Tell me now if you are so I can invest in some earplugs."

Dean’s face darkened. "You don't need to be such a brat." he spat out.

"And you need to stop being such an intrusive asshole." Sam countered. "I don't lecture you about your habits so don't lecture me about mine."

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After eating in a diner for the first time in his life, the first time he had been in a diner was just yesterday with Ms. Campbell and he only had a coffee that he had doubted had been done that day, Dean found his stomach turning after they had settled into a motel.

He thought he had been safe ordering a salad to Sam’s chicken fingers, much to the younger man’s mirth, but perhaps he would have been safer ordering something similar to Sam.

They were in the same room thankfully with separate beds however not in a smoking room, a fact that annoyed Sam that he had to leave the room to smoke his cigarettes for the night.

Sam immediately claimed the bed closest to the door as he dumped his bag on top of the red and brown mixed covers, something that hurt his own eyes, and pulled out a canister of salt from his bag before promptly going to the window sills and the doorway and placing them in strategic lines.

"Protection?" Dean asked sitting on his own bed and bouncing slightly on it.

Sam grunted in response. Inspecting his own work he nodded and closed the canister before throwing it back onto his bed. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes out.

"Going to have a quick smoke." he said without even looking back at Dean and leaving the room. He stepped over the salt line carefully and closed the door behind him.

Shaking his head Dean took his cellphone out of his backpack and quickly dialed his father’s number.

He only needed to wait for two rings before his father’s familiar voice in his ear. "Dean?"

"Yeah, it's me dad." Dean answered. His free hand fell on the ugly comforter and he slid it along the material. "How are you?"

"I feel like I should be asking you that." John said letting out a deep and relieved sigh. "Everything is the same here as it always is, where are you? Are you two done yet?"

Dean couldn't help the corner of his mouth lift in amusement. "We haven't even gotten there yet dad. Please relax."

This time John let out an irritated sigh. "Well when are you going to finish and come home?"

"First we need to get there, then I'll see how long it takes." Dean pointed out. "I'll let you know as soon as I do."

"And then you'll come home immediately?" John pressed insistently.

"Yes." Dean said promptly. "I promise."

"Good, good." John said, the relief clear in his voice as anything. "Call me tomorrow as well, every day until you come back."

"I will dad." Dean affirmed. "Take care and good night."

"Good night son."

Closing his cellphone Dean curled his hand around it and brought it to his chest as he pursed his lips in thought and closed his eyes.

"Wow." Sam said suddenly. "If it was a girl I would be talking about how whipped you are."

Dean’s eyes flew open as he jumped in his seat and threw himself to his feet in surprise. "When did you come back?" he managed to ask as he pressed one hand to his chest where his heart was suddenly beating fast. "Why didn't I hear you?"

"I'm a hunter." Sam said simply as he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and fell onto his bed. He put his arms behind his head and used them as a cushion. "You won't hear me if I don't want you to."

"I was just letting my dad know that I'm okay so far." Dean said, needing to justify himself for some reason. "He worries about me, that's all."

"Mm." Sam said having an unreadable expression on his face. "Well then." he paused for a moment as he seemed to consider his next words. "Good for you."

Sitting up Sam stretched his arms slightly before he pushed his bag onto the ground with his foot and stretching on the bed. Nuzzling himself deeper into the mattress he seemed to be resting for a moment before he sat up and rummaged through his bag once more before pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt.

"I'm going to take a shower before going to sleep, won't be long." he said moving towards the bathroom.

"All parents do it." Dean said, his eyes following Sam’s movements. "They just want to know that their kids are alright."

"Winchester." Sam said rubbing his face, for a single second it a tired and almost resigned look appeared on his face however it vanished just as soon as it appeared. "I don't care."

Dean nodded. "Good." he said with a lack of anything else to say.

Sam paused in the bathroom doorway for a moment, his back to Dean as he tried to figure out if there was anything else to be said.

"About the parents always wanting to know about where their kids are." Sam finally said. "Yesterday when my mom called for me to take you on a hunt? It was the first time she called me in five months."

Without waiting for Dean to say anything Sam entered the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind him.

Pulling off his jacket and taking off his jeans he quickly changed into more comfortable clothes to sleep in before bringing the comforter off the bed and sliding under it.

He fell asleep to his own thoughts and the sound of the shower running in the bathroom.

#Brought Together #sam campbell #dean winchester #fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural alternate universe #alternate universe #au

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Belonging Chapter 11

Title: Belonging Chapter 11

She didn’t know how long it took for Coulson to calm her down. Perhaps it was because he was a fellow agent, or her handler, or maybe because they seemed to cross some bridge over this time. Whatever it was he held her close to him with his arms around her tightly and the both of them on the ground, neither noticing the sand or dirt on their clothes.

When she finally took deep breaths in and stopped hyperventilating Coulson picked her up bridal style and placed her in the backseat of the car. He turned the air conditioner on and rummaged through her bag until he pulled out her still full water bottle and watched her until she drank half of it. When he was self-assured that she wouldn’t have another fit he slid out of the car and pulled his phone out. She couldn’t make out the words but within seconds he was back with her.

“SHIELD will be here in two hours with labs, guards, and all the good stuff.” he told her. His voice softened as he added “Barton is one of them.”

Not trusting her voice Loki settled for nodding as she took another sip of water.

“I didn’t tell them about what just happened.” he continued. “Do you know what this is and what it can do?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Will you?”

“I’ll try.” she whispered.

Coulson nodded this time. “If you are emotionally compromised I can get you off the mission.”

Loki shook her head harshly. “Agent first, everything else second.” she said firmly.

Coulson grinned at her surprisingly. “That’s right.”

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She got out of the car when the other agents of SHIELD arrived and helped to settle everything. Tents, computers, and guard towers were set up. The people that had been attempting to move mjolnir weren’t happy about leaving and needed to be persuaded to.

The entire time Loki barely managed to keep the weapon out of her mind. She tried to focus completely on whatever task she had at hand. When Clint finally arrived, bless him, he had taken one look at her and immediately started cracking jokes about her shriveling and melting under the desert sun.

Three hours later they were settled and working with the notes that they friendly acquired, Coulson’s words not hers, from a Dr. Foster and everyone had settled in place.

Slowly Loki walked through the tents and stood on the level that overlooked mjolnir and simply watched. People were running back and forth, orders and observations were being yelled and when she glanced to the sides she saw the computers, the scanners, almost everything electric was barely working and kept shortening out every few minutes.

Licking her lips she could practically taste the static and electricity in the air. Her blood was coursing heavily through her veins and her heart was audible in her ears.

Slowly she turned and walked to the side where the ladder was and stepped down until she was on ground level as mjolnir and made her way to it in slow and steady steps.

The hammer was just like she remembered. Large and boasting of power even when it was still. Her eyes raked over the metal, not a single scratch or mark. As she got closer she could swear she could hear Thor’s triumphant yelling in her ears and the applause of the court for the first time in over seventy years.

She finally reached the hammer, the hammer that she had personally ensured to be forged before Odin placed his magic upon it, and simply stared at it. Then with a surprisingly steady hand she reached out, aware the entire time of Coulson’s eyes on her, she curled her fingers around the handle and pulled.

She would never be able to deny that sweet relief coursed through her when the hammer refused to move an inch.

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Thunder cracking through the sky was the only warning they received before the rain started to fall almost immediately after.

Loki glanced upwards as she pressed back under the cover of the tents. The hair on the back of her neck was rising. She shared a glance with Clint who was standing next to her.

Alarms suddenly rang out and Coulson’s voice was clear in her ear.

“Security breach.” he said, his voice brisk and to the point.

Neither of them wasted another word. Clint ran to the area where the weapons were held and she ran into the tent leading to mjolnir, her hand bringing her gun out of her holster.

It was easy to hear the commotion now that the entire base was on alert. The grunts and the cries of the agents and the intruder. In her mind’s eye she could see them being thrown to the side with ease.

“Send in the big guns.” she realized she was saying into her mouthpiece. “Our regulars won’t be able to hold him back.”

She knew exactly who the intruder was.

She finally skidded to a halt in front of mjolnir. As she climbed the ladder upward to join Coulson who had just appeared her eyes went to the torn sheets.

“You want me to slow him down sir?” Clint’s voice said in her ear. She glanced up at Coulson. “Or are you sending more people for him to beat up?”

Coulson’s eyes met hers as he brought his radio up. Loki bit her lip and gently shook her head.

“I’ll keep you posted.” Coulson said still watching her.

She could almost hear the smirk in Clint’s voice when he said “You better call it Coulson, I’m starting root for this guy.”

At that moment everything around her stopped to a point that Loki forgot how to breathe. Because at that moment Thor walked in.

Even covered in dirt, mud, and rain he still practically glowed as the golden prince he was. He didn’t so much as walk but swagger towards mjolnir, his face alight from the victory of another battle. He was just as she remembered him.

Her eyes narrowed as a feeling of dread descended on her, she stepped forward and placed her hands on the railings as she leaned over and watched. Why was Thor on earth? Why was he wearing earth clothes? Why didn’t he simply summon mjolnir to him?

Why, after all this time, is Asgard having to do something with earth?

Thor finally reached mjolnir and extended his hand to curl his fingers around the handle. His eyes were bright and alight, filled with confidence that he always had.

If he looked up now, a mere two or three feet he would look directly at her.

In her ear piece she swore she heard Clint draw his arrow back, ready to let go. She looked to Coulson and briskly shook her head.

She turned back to Thor as Coulson relayed the order not to shoot. Thor had been attempting to pull mjolnir off the ground. He failed each time and despair clouded his face with each attempt.

This had nothing to do with her she realized, her face smoothing over and her body relaxing. She couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on her face or the satisfaction she felt as Thor fell to his knees and cried to the heavens.

Thor, it seemed, was the banished one now.

“Alright everyone, that’s enough.” Coulson said into his radio. “Clean up everyone.”

Loki stepped back as other agents moved in. She could hear Clint on her ear piece muttering about having to get wet and watched as Thor was led away with no resistance.

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She walked beside Coulson to the compartment where Thor was being kept. Along the way she placed her hair in a bun and kept the bangs covering her face slightly, sneaked out a pair of glasses without the agent realizing, had taken one of the white lab coats that hanging on a hook, and picked up a clipboard all without breaking her step and without Coulson saying a word.

She dug a pen out of the coat pocket and posed it over the clipboard she had borrowed without permission from one of the other scientists as they entered and Loki found herself within feet of Thor Odinson for the first time in over seventy years.

She pretended to make notes in the guise of recording the conversation, as if there wasn’t at least three machines recording every last inch of the room, however it gave her the opportunity she needed to look at Thor.

The mud and dirt had been washed off leaving him completely clean. His hair was still golden, her memory of him had dimmed slightly or perhaps it was because the absence of his armor. He had a downtrodden and almost defeated look on his face that was a bit foreign to her.

Thor was in banishment; the selfish, conceited, spoiled prince of Asgard had finally done something that had moved the Allfather to punish him.

The only question was what, what had Thor done that was so big that it would induce banishment?

She had been half listening to Coulson’s questions the entire time however she perked up at the next one.

“Who are your allies?” Coulson asked at the unresponsive Thor. “Or are you alone?”

Thor didn’t answer.

“Can we expect someone to come vouch for you civilly?” Coulson asked. He waited a moment before he strangely asked “Do you have any siblings?”

Loki threw him a questioning glance which he ignored with ease. Her grip on the pen tightened as she turned back to her papers.

Thor finally made a sound, a scoff, at the question but didn’t say anything.

Coulson tilted his head. “Is that a yes or a no?”

Finally Thor looked up at him and locked gazes with Coulson. “I do not have any siblings.” he said with finality.

Loki felt her grip on her pen tighten to almost breaking point as the fingers that curled around the clipboard tightened until it hurt.

Without saying a word she turned and left the compartment, trying to steady her breathing and keep the sudden tears at bay.

Heimdall could easily see her, the gatekeeper saw through all the nine realms. It would be a simple matter for him to turn his gaze onto her. Asgard would not think she was dead.

Unless she was banished. For the Asgardians banishment was worse than death. According to the laws the being no longer held any titles, protection, or even acknowledgement.

However Thor, she blinked harder to keep the tears back, was apparently in banishment as well. Not to mention their shared past. They had been raised together, they fought together and played together. Seventy years was nothing to Asgard and yet he easily forgot her.

She didn’t know where she was going however her feet seemed to know what she needed because she entered the mess hall and immediately her eyes located Clint.

Clint, as always, was always tuned into his friends and his head turned to her the moment she entered. Even from across the room she could see his eyes widen. He jumped to his feet and met her halfway.

“What’s wrong?” he asked lowly.

She met his eyes for a moment before she shook her head. Understanding flitted through his face before he nodded. He tightened his grip on her wrist and led her out of the mess hall. They walked together in silence for a few minutes passing by people, cargo, weapons, and the like until they reached a deserted area where they were hidden by filled and covered crates.

The second he turned to her Loki felt her feeble hold on her emotions shatter and she burst into tears. Clint’s arms immediately embraced her, one hand tucking her head in between his neck and shoulder and the other rubbing her back soothingly. He hummed a tune in her ear quietly and simply waited.

She didn’t know how long she cried, however it wasn’t until no more tears could fall and she started to hiccup that Clint drew back. His hands came up to cup her face and his thumbs wiped away her tears.

“What’s wrong?” he asked again gently.

Before she could answer a familiar voice said “Something we would all like to know.” The two agents turned to see Coulson walking towards them.

His eyes were hard however his voice was gently when he asked “Something you would like to share with us Serpent?”

Hearing her codename and knowing that Asgard, especially Thor, had turned their backs on her Loki felt something within her snap. Upon a split decision to know where her loyalties lied she brought her shoulders back, lifted her head high, and said in a clear voice “His name is Thor. And I was once his sister.”

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Her explanation was to be cut short when a man named Selvig came to bail Thor out using the guise of Donald Blake, a scientist. Loki had been hidden in the side but still heard every word, she nearly felt a rib crack at her attempts to keep her laughter in and her nearly breaking point had been when Selvig enthusiastically stated that Thor was on steroids.

Eventually they allowed Thor to leave with the man, she didn’t even bother to watch him leave, and soon enough she was ushered into a private room that held no recording machines and soundproof walls.

Clint joined the two moments later and when Coulson called Fury on his phone and placed him on speaker Loki requested that Clint do the same only to call Natasha.

Once her audience was settled Loki took a deep breath and started to talk. She told them of her banishment; she didn’t linger on her reason and was thankful that they didn’t ask, and talked shortly of her seventy years on earth. She told them of Thor, his abilities, and mjolnir. That Thor was in banishment and that she has had no contact with Asgard for the entire time and she knew nothing of what was happening in the other realms.

There was a tense silence that filled the room once she had finished. Coulson and Clint were staring at her in surprise with their mouths open slightly, no sound came from either of the phones.

Finally, and surprisingly, it was Fury that broke the silence.

“Mother Fucker.” he cursed and in all honesty that was everything that could and needed to be said. It also broke the silence as they all let out awkward chuckles.

“So you’re a former alien princess in banishment for the last seventy years.” Clint summarized. He smirked slightly “What the hell do you write on your census?”

“SHIELD helped to create a fake identity and past once we realized that she wasn’t aging, before that Serpent took care of it herself.” Fury said. They could almost hear him rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Officially Loki Odinsdottir is an orphan raised by a church somewhere in Norway or someplace like that. Unofficially, we had no clue and she wasn’t telling.”

“I would have thought that SHIELD would have done anything and everything to get information.” Natasha said speaking for the first time.

“Once we realized Serpent wasn’t aging we at first thought mutant.” Fury continued. “Then when it came to light that her past was fake and her blood came negative for the mutant gene we did want to experiment on her.”

“And what stopped you?” Loki asked surprisingly calmly.

“At the time Howard Stark was still alive and made it very clear that not only were you under his protection but if we made so much as a single move towards you he would terminate the Stark contract with SHIELD.” Fury said dryly. His voice softened then in such a way that the three agents had to strain their ears to hear it. “Now you’re a bit too valuable to us as an agent than a lab experiment.”

“Thank you.” Loki said simply as she lowered her eyes. Clint slid his chair closer to hers and placed his arm around her shoulders.

“As long as you answer any questions we have of course.” Coulson added.

Loki couldn’t help her laugh as she draw her arm across her eyes. “Of course.”

“First you, then Thor.” Natasha said. “Why is earth so popular?”

“Because it is not included.” Loki said simply. “The nine realms are connected and watched over by Heimdall, the guard of Asgard, and while there are communications between the other eight earths is not taken into consideration because they have no magic branch. In fact the eight realms see earth as childish, weak, and unimportant. It is cut off from the other realms and therefore is basically a free for all.”

Fury gave a snarl. “A free for all? Childish, weak, and unimportant? Who the hell do they think they are? Who the hell is Heimdall?”

“Heimdall is the guard of Asgard, he stays in the observatory and can watch and hear throughout all the nine realms.” Loki said. “The biggest and best spy simply.”

At Fury’s next bout of cursing Loki and Clint jumped and covered each other’s ears. At Coulson’s amused nod they put down their hands.

“Agent Odinsdottir.” Fury said curtly. “I expect a report on my desk in one week telling in explicit detail all these realms and everyone that you can list including but not limited to their abilities, strengths, weaknesses, and status.”

Loki frowned slightly. “I’m going to need more than a week Nick.”

“Week and a half then.” Fury said ignoring her snort. “On my desk. Explicit detail.”

“Sir yes sir.” Loki mumbled.

“Right now our main concern is Thor.” Coulson said. “He is a threat and we need to take him out or send him home.”

“He is in banishment right now and until he learns his lesson he will remain human.” Loki mused. “Knowing him as I do that may take a while, he is very arrogant and humility is something new to him.”

Coulson’s phone gave a beep and he spared it a glance. “Thor has returned to Dr. Fosters place. I doubt he’ll do anything tonight.”

“Get some sleep guys.” Natasha said. “Nothing else is happening today and you’ll need all the strength for tomorrow.”

They quickly said their goodbyes, with Fury calling out “A week and a half agent.” and Coulson and Clint slid their phones into their pockets.

Loki took in a deep breath, held it for a few moments, and slowly let it out. Her hands were shaking and her heart was still beating fast in her chest.

“Come on.” Clint said sliding his arm around her shoulders. “I’ll treat you to some bitter coffee and dry food in the cafeteria.”

She laughed slightly and placed her head on his shoulder and allowed him to guide her out.

Later when they returned to their barracks Loki pulled out her laptop and opened a new document. She stared at it for a moment biting her lip before she started typing.

The first section of the report was titled Asgard.

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The next few hours after waking up in the morning was a blur. In between her running her every morning run and eating the dried up waffles with not enough syrup there had been another surge of energy. She had been standing next to Coulson when the notification of “Base, we got-uh- Xena, Robin Hood, and Jackie Chan.”

“The Warriors Three and Sif.” Loki said immediately. “Friends of Thor and almost as hungry for fights. They are loyal only to him.”

Coulson nodded slowly.

They moved quickly towards the area where the surge had taken place, where Heimdall had released the Rainbow Bridge she finally realized, brought Loki to the sight where the very familiar runes were etched onto the ground. Other agents were swarming around it, taking very careful care not to touch and ruin the design as they took notes and pictures.

Her eyes flew over the runes as a corner of her mind translated them into something that might resemble English she felt the hair on the back of her neck rise once more.

Looking upwards she barely had time for her eyes to widen and to jump to the side before another tunnel was created in a burst of light and pure energy which caused her eyes to water even behind her lids.

When the blast was finished she pried her eyes open with dread to see who else had joined them. Her heart sank in her chest.

She was staring at the Destroyer, the guard of the vault of Asgard which housed some of the most dangerous weapons in the entire universe and beyond.

“Do not engage!” she yelled out orders. “I repeat, do not engage!”

She trailed back with her eyes firmly on the Destroyer as it seemed to be scanning its surroundings. It gave off a low hum as its face shifted slightly to reveal the fire underneath its metal before blasting at one of their cars.

Flying behind one of the still standing cars to avoid the debris as the Destroyer started forward, blasting at whatever laid in its way as it started towards the town.

“Serpent, please tell me that is one of Starks so I can at least try to get some sort of a lawsuit against him.” Coulson said in her ear.

“Wish I could say that.” she answered back. “It’s a guard from Asgard, it obeys the king.”

“Well what the hell did the king order?” Coulson demanded.

“I’ll get back to you on that.” Loki said back as her eyes fell on the Destroyers back. “It’s heading for the town, we need to evacuate the citizens and we need to evacuate them now.”

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She was back into her disguise and stayed a few paces behind Coulson. Pushing the glasses up higher she hurried to the scene.

And there was Thor, clothed in his armor and cape and shining as bright as the sun above. His smile was the brightest, his pride and arrogance clear and direct to the world as he declared his importance.

She had never hated him more.

The ruined destruction of the Destroyer laid in pieces behind him, she categorized each part that she could remember made up the Destroyer and was already relaying instructions into her wrist communicator for each and every piece to be picked up and taken to SHIELD labs.

She barely listened to either person, Thor or Coulson, and in truth Thor no longer had anything she cared about to hear. Not soon Thor was in the skies, oddly enough he had taken one of the women with him.

‘Good riddance.’ Loki thought to herself as she turned back to the cars.

Later that day as she was eating lunch and continuing her report for Fury Clint had come up to her smirking and handed her an envelope. When she opened it and took the card out she laughed. It was an ID with her picture and name on it and it declared her a citizen of earth.

Still giggling slightly she stroke her printed name with her thumb. Making up her mind she pulled her phone out and sent a text to Fury.

“Permission to change last name.”

“Granted. To what?”

Loki smiled as she remembered her true first friend and how she would not be here if not for him.

“Erskine.”

“Get the forms and new identifications, submit everything in less than twenty four hours. Report?”

“Writing it as we speak.”

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Belonging Chapter 10

Title: Belonging Chapter 10

Warnings: for this chapter, implied past self harm, unintentional attempted suicide

Twenty Years Later: 2010

Partnering with Clint Barton, and later his girlfriend Natasha Romanoff a former agent of the Red Room, had been one of the most foolish, stupidest, brainless things she had done ever since she had joined the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.

It was also one of the few things that she would never regret for the rest of her life.

He always managed to draw something out of her, a laugh or a smile at the least. Natasha she had met with more than a bit of suspicion however soon enough the two of them were friends, often going off together to complain about anything and everything around them that they wished to.

The three of them would often go to restaurants and bars at the end of their working days if they weren’t on missions. And more often than not the three of them would go on missions together as well. One notable mission had been to Siberia where Loki had fallen through the ice into the water of the ocean and had easily gotten out as if it had been in the middle of summer.

When she was apart from the other two she felt a hole inside of her that she couldn’t fill again until she was with them again, a hole that made her curl up in bed and almost wish for death.

Loki slowly and mechanically cleaned her knives with an almost robotic precision.

Clint and Natasha had been placed on a mission together hours ago, something Clint gleefully called their version of a romantic date, and for the first time in a long time Loki hadn’t been included on the mission, something about the two of them being enough.

For the first time in ages she was alone once more.

She had never truly realized just how quiet her apartment was, how quiet everything was when she was alone. She couldn’t even bring herself to turn on her IPod or the television or anything. A corner of her mind said that maybe she should do something else than clean her knives.

Deep measured breaths, in and out. In and out.

Ever since she had joined SHIELD, why it had taken so long for anyone to notice that the first letters of the words spelled the word shield was anybody’s guess, she kept busy, busier than even when she had been a teacher. There was always something that needed to be done: missions, reports, surveillance, infiltration, training, practice. Always something.

She relished the feeling of being busy. She loved that she was learning more and more each day, more information than most people obtained in their lifetimes she had at her fingertips. Fury had mentioned something to her about a promotion meaning more access and less restrictions.

So why couldn’t she bring herself to smile?

Why did she feel like she wanted to cry?

Why were her hands shaking?

She slid her knives back and forth on their sharpener, occasionally stopping to look at their edges in the light to determine if more was needed or not before either putting them to the side or continuing sharpening them.

Knives were a comfort to her more than anything else in all truths, even the countless books that she had always sought refuge in. Knives had always been her choice of weapon in Asgard, the other burlier weapons were always either too heavy or too eye catching for her tastes.

Why were her hands still shaking?

Her heart twisted in her chest as she placed her current knife to the side and picked up another one. Placing it on the sharpener she moved it back and forth. A part of her noticed that her cellphone was, had been for quite some time now, vibrating next to her and if she looked she would have seen that Clint was calling her.

However she didn’t even realize her phone was vibrating, its sound was off.

In Asgard knives were considered an almost cowardly weapon, just like her magic. A true weapon was one that was obvious and could boast power and strength just by looking at it.

Just one more strike on her name.

Loki the Lie smith. Loki the Trickster.

Loki the Unwanted.

Her mouth opened in an almost silent scream as her hands clenched at the handle and blade part of the knife. She barely registered the fact that the blade easily sliced through the pads of her fingers coating them with blood. She didn’t realize this and continued to curl her fingers around the blade, ignorant of making her cuts deeper.

There was something that she had always done in Asgard when she had been sharpening her knives. In order to test their sharpness and ensure to herself that they would be of the highest capacity with no dull edges.

In truths she could have, and should have, called servants to help her check however she never saw a reason to burden them with the test. It was something she enjoyed doing.

Without thinking she slid the blade out of its place on the sharpener still slick with the blood from her still flowing wounded fingers, and placed it on her wrist and sliced through her skin.

The pain was dull and so familiar that she did finally cry. The blood glided along her arm and down onto her knees and the ground. Placing the used knife to the side she picked up the other two that she sharpened and allowed each one to cut on her arm, each cut below the other.

With a sigh of satisfaction she placed the knives back on the table and allowed her arm to fall to her side. She reached for the other knives that she needed to sharpen before she finally realized that something was wrong.

She couldn’t really move the arm that she had cut. She couldn’t bring it up.

Looking down her lips parted in surprise as her unwounded arm went to the other and brought it up.

Blood was flowing freely down the three cuts. Bright red and captivating as it streamed down her skin and onto the ground, staining her clothes and wood.

Her hand came up to cover the cuts and the blood seemed to ooze out between her fingers.

Panic started to settle as her fingers slipped over the wounds and tears began to drip from her eyes.

She wanted to scream. She needed to scream. She needed to get to her first aid kit at the very least.

She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t move from her seat.

Scrambling in place her blood covered hand flew to her cellphone, she threw her entire strength into the jump and while she managed to snag her cellphone she also fell to the ground.

Her cut arm fell to the ground useless and the blood covering her hand made her fingers slip on the cellphone, staining the glass and smearing her already and rapidly clouding vision.

She managed to give a choked and smothered whimper as her eyes closed and the hand holding the cellphone fell to the ground.

Just before she fell into unconsciousness she managed to hear her front door being kicked open.

There was a beeping noise.

Her eyes were heavy and she couldn’t bring herself to open them.

Everything hurt. Her eyes hurt, her head hurt, her throat hurt, her arms hurt.

Almost as if her ears had been covered a muffled sound was brought to her attention, a shuffling sound. Something was pressed to her mouth and it took her a few seconds to realize that it was a glass. It was tipped forward by the one holding it and she managed to part her lips and water slowly slid in her parched mouth.

She couldn’t hold back her moan as she continued to drink. The person took the glass away from her lips and it took everything she had to not beg for more.

“Loki?” a familiar voice asked. “Open your eyes.”

Unbidden she obeyed. Her eyes snapped open only to quick shut once more at the brightness of the walls.

Slowly her senses returned to her and she was finally able to feel that someone was holding onto her hand tightly. Weakly she clenched her fingers of the hand that was being held. Turning her head to the side she opened her eyes once more and she saw Clint was the one holding her hand and Natasha had been the one to give her water.

Clint seemed to all but explode in anger and concern, his eyes flashing and seeming to not know which one to focus on.

“You should have picked up.” he whispered harshly. His other hand came to his and he used both of them to clutch at her hand. “You should have picked up your fucking phone.”

“I didn’t realize it was ringing.” she said hoarsely.

Disbelief flew on Clint’s face however before he could explode Natasha quickly came to his side and placed her hand on his shoulder. Whirling around to face her they had a silent conversation complete with Clint’s eyes and eyebrows going almost insane and Natasha’s face never changing before Clint threw his hands up into the air and stood. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms as Natasha took his now vacated seat.

Natasha then took Loki’s hand in one of hers and entwined their fingers together. “Talk to us.” she said softly.

Loki shook her head slightly. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean to get to this.”

“Loki.” Natasha said in a measured voice. “You wouldn’t answer your phone and when we got to you, you were unconscious on your floor with your wrist slit. Did someone else do this to you?”

Loki managed to shake her head as tears began to fill her eyes once more.

“Loki.” Natasha said gently as she rubbed her thumb over Loki’s palm. “You might not have realized what was happening but we know what we saw.” Her eyes were as soft as Loki had ever seen them. “We saw that you had tried to kill yourself.”

A gasp escaped her throat as she shook her head again and again, her tears finally fell down her cheeks in small trails.

“I didn’t.” she insisted in a weak voice. “I didn’t. It never happened like this before.”

“Before?” Clint demanded. He started to go towards them however a glare from Natasha had him pressed against the wall once more. “You’ve tried to do this before?”

Shame flooded through her for a reason she couldn’t understand. “It’s just something that I used to do, before. It’s how I always tested my knives.”

“By cutting yourself?” Natasha said tenderly.

She nodded her head now, her entire body was shaking and she couldn’t stop her tears or steady her voice. “It’s just…I liked it. I knew the knives…I wanted…” it seemed as if her entire body just collapsed on itself as she gave a loud sob and fell.

Natasha’s arms came up to grab at and steady her. Clint joined her other side almost immediately. The both of them held her as she sobbed and cried.

Pain coursed through her however she knew it wasn’t from her wrists, that was a dull pain that medications took care of. Her heart was twisting agonizingly in her chest and she could no longer control herself.

Everything seemed to consume her. Insults and abuses over her years flashed through her. Her crimes and her sins, her punishments and her reasons. Bruises and cuts that she had carried in her life.

Most of all her loneliness. It wasn’t just from her time being banished from Asgard but what seemed to encompass her entire life from the moment she and Thor had begun their training.

Countless taunts. Countless insults. Countless bruises that would fade within moments of getting them.

She was tired. She was too damn tired.

Hiccupping slightly she allowed Clint and Natasha to place her back in her hospital bed, Natasha clicked on the IV that was attached to Loki and a cold liquid entered her arm.

Sleep soon overcame her and she fell into blessed slumber.

Everything did and didn’t change after that.

Clint and Natasha had taken time off from field work and once she had healed enough a mandatory vacation time started as well as therapist visits.

Loki lied to the therapist more than she had ever lied in her life, something Dr. Novlet knew and wasn’t afraid to call her out on. However, no matter how much Dr. Novlet pushed and prodded Loki refused to give entire answers.

One day she had been called into Fury’s office where Clint and Natasha were waiting for her. Fury hadn’t said a single word, he had merely pushed a picture of her towards the three of them.

It was one of the few pictures taken at the time of the serum that had created Captain America from Steven Rogers back in the 1940s.

Remembering Howard’s words that still at times haunted her nightmares she had sighed and decided to place her trust in one Nicholas Fury and tell him, if not the entire truth, a small part of the truth that told them that she had been there during the creation of Captain America and helped to fight somewhat in World War II.

And that it was more than obvious that she hadn’t aged a day since then and that all her papers were now obviously forged.

She had been more than afraid that this was the moment. This was the moment that she would be taken to the labs and experimented on.

“I haven’t aged since 1940 either.” Natasha said rolling her eyes. “Were you a part of the Red Room, the Nordic Division?”

She had been saved from answering at that moment because a news came in at that moment, Anthony Stark had been kidnapped in Afghanistan after a weapons demonstration.

Talks of treason and supplying enemy’s filled the air after the kidnapping, there were murmurs that Tony Stark had been supplying terrorist organizations with weapons under the table.

She wanted to believe the best of Howard’s son, however all she truly knew of the man was what had been either printed in the newspapers or the reports that she had read from SHIELD.

Her promise to Howard echoed through her mind for three months as she tried to search for him on her own without raising any suspicion. A sudden eruption watched over by satellites caught her attention and while she couldn’t do a single thing she did send a quick notification to the United States military for them to investigate. Hours later she sat with her heart in her throat fingering her new scars on her wrist as she watched Tony Stark being brought back to the United States, scratched and bruised but thankfully alive.

In a whirlwind of days an unidentified object had been found flying through the skies and following its pattern led them back to Starks home.

He was building something, that much was obvious.

Because she was on punishment from not talking to her therapist she hadn’t been allowed to go on any missions or interrogations or even interviews so all she had been able to do was read the reports that were coming in from Coulson and his attempts of getting an appointment with Virginia Potts who was also known as Starks personal pa.

In the end Iron Man had been created.

When SHIELD had wanted someone to infiltrate Starks office life in the form of a secretary for Virginia Potts Loki had jumped at the chance to finally be able to get as close to Howards son as possible.

However her mental state was still in question from her attempted suicide, the failed therapy sessions weren’t helping, not to mention that it was obvious she had more than a bit of a personal stake in the mission and a biased outlook on Stark himself her application had been denied and Natasha had been sent out in her place.

Slowly Loki healed herself. Clint and Natasha, until she was placed on the Stark mission, helped her. She trained with the both of them once more and she started to sleep easier, something she hadn’t noticed until she realized that she had slept eight hours each night for a week straight and the dark bags under her eyes had vanished.

However, everything changed in a single day.

Loki gave a groan, rubbed her hand against her eyes, and threw the cards onto the table. “I’ve got nothing.”

Clint grinned at her, spread his cards on the table, and reached over. With one sweep of his hand he pulled her candy pile to his own pile. “Better luck next time.” he said smugly as he unwrapped a lollipop and stuck it in his mouth.

“Don’t choke on the stick.” she mumbled obviously hoping for the opposite.

“No need to be a sore loser.” he teased. “Think of it this way, I’m saving you some time in the gym.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“Never!” he exclaimed holding his hands up innocently. “I’m just saying to lay off the sweets, you’re kinda addicted and we’re getting worried.”

“So you are calling me fat.” Loki sniffed. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket. “I’m calling Natasha and telling her.”

Clint rolled his eyes and reached over to pluck her phone out of her fingers.

“We’ve been noticing things.” Clint said ignoring Loki’s snort. “You’ve been eating a lot more lately and going to the gym more often.” He took her hands in his and slid his calloused thumb across her knuckles. “Is everything alright?”

“This has nothing to do with my weight, I assure you.” Loki said clutching his hands tightly.

“Then what’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes almost unbidden fell to her scars on her wrists that her sleeves covered. “You can tell me, I’m your friend.”

Loki managed to give him a weak smile. “A lot of stress. That’s all. Food is somewhat comforting and so I tend to indulge. Maintaining and keeping both strength and weight is the reason for increased gym going, I will admit.” She gave a bit of a helpless shrug. “It will pass, it always does.”

Clint slowly nodded before he gave a smirk and adopted a lecherous gaze at her. “Because I hope you know you are sexy.” he drawled as he crossed over behind her and placed his hands over her hips, sides, arms, and back and tickling in certain areas until she gave a laugh. He playfully growled at her. “If I wasn’t dating Nat I would be all over you girl.”

“As if you can handle me.” Loki laughed as she pushed him away with her shoulders. Clint walked back a few steps with a grin.

“If you two are done playing.” a dry familiar voice said.

The pair looked up to see Coulson standing in the doorway, his face impassive as always however with a tinge of amusement clear in his eyes.

Clint took this moment to fall cleanly on Loki’s lap to which she accepted and placed her arms around his waist.

“We’re never done.” Clint said, placing his head on her shoulder.

“You’re welcome to join if you wish.” Loki added.

Coulson shook his head lightly. “I’m being called to new Mexico.” he said. He motioned with his head towards Loki. “Fury wants you to come with.”

Loki blinked in surprise but couldn’t help the smile that was spreading on her face. “Am I finally being allowed back on missions?”

“Consider this a test run.” Coulson said dryly. “For the time being this has a low risk rating, we need to see how you act on the field once more now. Now get to it.”

“All work and no play is what must excite Fury.” Clint said with a sigh. He slowly untangled himself from Loki and stood, stretching lightly.

“Barton, you are on standby.” Coulson continued as if Clint hadn’t said a word. “Depending on the situation we may need added security.”

Loki frowned slightly. “New Mexico? If this is about Roswell again I told you guys, it was just a dare.”

“Get ready to leave in five minutes, meet me in the garage.” Coulson said over Clint’s laughter. “Let’s move agents.” Without waiting for an answer he turned and left.

The two of them chuckled slightly as they gathered their belongings, in this case Clint’s winnings, and started towards their respective locker rooms. As Loki walked away she felt her smile slide off of her face. Something was wrong. Something was going to happen.

“Catch.” came Clint’s voice clear in the empty hallway despite being on the other side. Her hand came up automatically at the word and she caught something small. Clint grinned at her. “For the road.”

Smiling slightly she opened her hand to reveal a red lollipop in her palm.

The trip itself was a bit of an experience. She and Coulson never really had anything to say to one another on a good day despite him being her handler, it wasn’t hatred more of nothing in common with the other, and Loki had been prepared to spend the entire journey reading.

“I was recently given a file on you.” he said not taking his eyes off the road. “A real file, not the public one for all agents.”

Loki turned her tablet off with a sigh and twisted herself to look at Coulson directly. “Go ahead.” she said wearily.

This had happened with Clint as well, sometimes she could still hear him exclaiming “Dude you’re how old?” followed by Natasha smacking him on the back of his head.

Coulson bit his lip, looking uncharacteristically hesitant, before he let out a string of words together. “IsittrueyouknewCaptainAmerica?”

Silence rang in the car for a moment.

“What?” Loki asked.

He let out a gust of air through his lips. “Is it true that you knew Captain America?”

She couldn’t help the chuckle she let out .when it came to her file the first thing people would ask about was her age, to which she gave various answers to such as eating carrots, meditation, and a personal favorite that she dances naked under a full moon every month. The second thing people would always ask was about Steve.

Steve. Nearly seventy years ago and the thought of him still twisted her heart.

“Yes.” she said softly. “That’s true.”

Coulson had obtained a look of pure adoration on his face and is fingers twitched slightly on the steering wheel. “What was he like?” he whispered.

“Shy.” Loki said watching Coulson’s eyes widened. She continued talking before he had a chance to say something. “On the battlefield, make no mistake, he was a leader pure and throughout. When he was with friends he was more relaxed and open however around strangers, especially women, he was very self-conscious and had a tendency to not be able to look people in the eyes.”

“The file said that you were close to him.”

Loki slowly nodded. “We didn’t have a chance to get too close, the war was the foremost part of our thoughts, and certain events happened and had us focused on more important things than a relationship.”

Coulson glanced at her from the corners of his eyes. “But…did you…love him?”

Loki leaned against the cool glass of the window and curled her fingers along the edge of the tablet. “Yes.” she said softly. “I do.”

“Do?” Coulson asked in slight surprise.

She gave him a sad gently smile. “A body was never recovered and a wreckage or crash site never found. If only for that simple fact, I still have hope.”

“Me too.” Coulson said. He reached over to place his hand over hers for a moment as he stared straight ahead to the road in front of him and ignored her slight sniffling.

The road itself was an easy one, only occasionally broken with stops for food, gas, or the bathroom. There was an event at a gas station which involved two robbers to which Loki had watched in amusement from the car.

When they finally reached New Mexico her legs were slightly cramped from siting for so long and there was a crick in her neck. Coulson drove up to the crater and they smoothly slid out. With a sharp eye Loki glanced around noticing the amount of people and trucks. Some were hosting barbecues and others were yelling out as Loki stretched her legs, her leg bent backward with her hand at her ankle.

As she rolled her shoulders back a few times her eyes fell onto the middle of the crater. Everything suddenly came to a crash inside of her. The blistering heat from above and the heavy and meat scented air around her faded. Her leg fell out of her grip to the ground as she fell to her knees and she didn’t realize she was screaming until she was able to comprehend Coulson’s arms around her and his voice in her with one hand covering her mouth.

It didn’t matter how long her screaming fest lasted. That she wasn’t able to restrain herself as the agent she is. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t able to retain some dignity.

Nothing mattered.

Because she was staring right at mjolnir.

#belonging #Lady Loki #natasha romanoff #clint barton #nicholas fury #phil coulson #fanfiction #Avengers #trigger warning: past self harm #trigger warning: attempted suicide

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Brought Together Chapter 1

Title: Brought Together Chapter 1

“So that’s why I would appreciate your help in this.” John Winchester finished speaking as his son Deans who sat next to him nodded along.

Mary Campbell didn’t say a word, blink, or even move her head. The only thing she did was bring her coffee cup up to her mouth and take a long sip before bringing it back down to the table and still she didn’t say a single word. The only sound they heard was the murmurs of other people’s conversations in the diners and the waitresses calling out orders to the cooks.

“Mary, say something.” John urged her. Deans felt his pounding heart start to fall in his chest.

This time she did blink and purse her lips slightly.

“Is that a yes or a no?” John asked now annoyed.

“It’s more of an ‘I can’t really believe what you’re asking of me’ than anything.” Mary finally said. She took another sip of her coffee. “Do you even know what you’re asking of me?”

“Ma’am, with all due respect.” Deans injected. “I do, and I do want this.”

Mary’s green eyes met his. “You want to go on a hunt.” she said almost in disbelief. When Deans nodded she gave a snort. “What’s wrong with being a Man of Letters? Looking through books for the rest of your life isn’t enough to get your fire going?”

Deans flushed lightly. “I just wish to explore the outside world and try to do something…exciting I suppose.”

“Exciting.” Mary repeated. Her eyes went to John now. “And you approve?”

“Going on a hunt is better than him going to the wrong part of town and ending up with an STD from a prostitute and mugged in an alleyway.” John retorted.

“I would’ve gone with the wrong part of town.” Mary said dryly. “Lot safer than a hunt.”

John gave a sigh and shot his only child a helpless look. “I tried to talk to him.” he said gruffly. “He won’t listen.”

“‘He’ is right here.” Deans said only to be ignored.

“A hunt, regardless of how simple it is or isn’t, is not something to take lightly.” Mary warned. “Reading about it is one thing, it’s an entirely different thing in reality.”

“You’re talking to an ex-Marine ma’am.” John said wryly. “Trust me, I know.”

“Ex-marine?” Mary asked in obvious surprise. Her eyes roamed over John once more with a new inquisitive look on her face. “You served?”

John nodded as he took a sip from his own coffee cup that had ultimately cooled down. “Vietnam.”

Mary scrunched her nose lightly. “Hell of a war I heard.”

“Hearing is nothing like in reality.” John said echoing her words back with a small smirk.

She waved that away with a single sweeping movement with her hand although she had her own smile on her face. Suddenly with almost a blink of her eyes she became serious again as she looked at Deans.

“This isn’t a joke, hunting.” Mary said truthfully. “I know what Men of Letters think of hunters, and it’s nothing like that. When you, and I mean this in general, go on a hunt; there is no guarantee of coming back.”

Deans couldn’t help the smile on his face as he felt his heart begin to pound in excitement and a rush of adrenaline started flowing through him. Mary took one more look at his face and sighed once more before she leaned back in her seat and waved to their waitress for a refill.

“I can’t take him with me.” she finally said and Deans felt everything crash around him.

Although John tried to hide it Deans was still able to see how he relaxed and the smile that he was now fighting to hold back. “You’re sure?”

Mary nodded. “I have personal business to take care of in Nebraska, not going on a hunt anytime soon.”

However she locked gazes with Deans once more who refused to look away. They stared at one another for a long moment before Mary gave another sigh and said, almost regretfully, “But I could call a different hunter and ask him to take Deans.”

Deans nodded eagerly as John gave a low groan.

Mumbling to herself under her breath, and suspiciously sounding like she was cursing herself or perhaps him out, she pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and without looking at the touchpad dialed with her thumb and brought it to her ear.

Suddenly a smile appeared on her face, wide and filled with pride and love, as she said “Sam, how are you?”

She listened to the others answers before she said in answer “I’m good too, how was your last hunt?”

She nodded as she listened to ‘Sam’ answer in length. Her eyes shined as she listened to the other hunter and her smile looked like it was starting to hurt. “Listen.” she finally said throwing one more look at Deans. “I have a favor to ask you.”

“You know the Men of Letters? The Winchester boys?” she asked and listened to before continuing. “John Winchester has a son, Deans, and the kid wants to go on a hunt.”

“I’m not a kid.” Deans interrupted. “I’m almost twenty years old.”

Mary rolled her eyes. “My apologizes, he’s almost twenty.” she said almost mockingly. “Sam, listen to me. No, I said listen. I understand but…Sam I said listen.”

She quieted as she listened to Sam talking. “Sam bear with me here. Don’t talk to me like that.” she snapped suddenly. “Now I need you to do this for me and I’m not going to take no for an answer.”

Now they could make out the barest of a voice from the cellphone although they couldn’t make out the words it was clear that Sam was arguing with Mary.

“Yes I know. No I don’t think that. Sam stop yelling so much at the phone and pay more attention to the road in front of you.” Mary said rolling her eyes once more, Deans wondered if she did that any harder if her eyes would fall out. She looked at Deans and pressed the phone down on her arm to block their voices. “Do you know how to at least use a gun?”

Deans nodded. “My father taught me.”

“What about hand to hand combat?” she asked.

“Some.” he answered with slight embarrassment.

Mary had that look of disbelief on her face again and it was only now that Deans realized that it wasn’t just disbelief, it was of skepticism. She didn’t think that he could handle a single hunt.

Anger built inside of him and he bit his tongue to prevent himself from saying something he would have regretted, he needed her to go on a hunt.

With a sigh Mary told Sam what Deans had told her before listening for a few more moments.

“Sam.” she said in soft tone. “You know why I’m asking you and not someone else.”

“Lebanon, Kansas.” she said suddenly and Deans felt a thrill go through him once more. “You’re going to need to go off road for this one.”

With a start as he continued to listen to Mary he realized that Mary was giving this Sam directions straight to the Man of Letters bunker. John sputtered next to him and Mary ignored the both of them.

“Just stop outside it, you can easily miss it so if anything I’ll set up a signal, cell phones don’t work that close to there.” Mary finished. “See you soon Sam.”

With her thumb she flipped the cover back over the phone at and looked at the gaping Winchesters.

“What?” she asked innocuously and obviously confused.

“You just told him where the bunker is.” Deans hissed at her as he glanced around the diner to make sure no one had been listening in.

“Paranoid bastards aren’t you?” she said dryly. She shot back her coffee and swallowed the entire contents in a single gulp. Smacking her lips slightly she asked “What’s the big deal of him knowing?”

“We don’t know who this hunter is, pertaining to the fact that we don’t know if he is trustworthy or not.” John said in a low voice.

“I trust him.” Mary said simply. “We were partners until he decided to go solo a little year over ago.” She dug through her jacket pocket and pulled out a handful of crumpled bills, counting out the appropriate amount she threw them onto the table and waved at the father and son. “He’ll be here tomorrow, pack a bag Deans and we’ll meet at the front of the bunker around ten in the morning.”

“What should I pack?” Deans asked quickly before she could leave.

“Clothes comfortable enough that you don’t mind getting ripped or stained with god knows what.” Mary said almost immediately. “Something easy to run in, sneakers too and boots if you got the right kind.” She gave a small frown. “Maybe one fancy thing, like a suit, just in case.”

“In case of what?” Deans asked however Mary was already out of the diner.

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That night as Deans looked through his clothes as he tried to figure out what he was going to take with him his grandfather knocked and entered his room.

Henry Winchester, one of the few to survive the attack on the Men of Letters by a Knight of Hell more than fifty years ago, still had a commanding respect to him even when he sat at Dean’s desk and simply stared at his grandson as he looked through his drawers and closet.

“You’re father says that you’re going on a hunt tomorrow?” Henry asked, his tone suggesting that he already knew the answer.

“Yes sir.” Deans answered chancing a glance at his grandfather before quickly looking away.

Henry despised hunters, he held onto the firm belief that hunters were nothing more than brute savages that were good for nothing else other than shooting anything that crossed their paths.

“He also said that this was your idea.” Henry continued.

Deans nodded. “It is.”

“May I ask why?”

Suddenly all his thoughts and all his reasons all but flew out of his mind when he faced his grandfather. He respected, and feared a bit he would admit, his father. But when it came to his grandfather, he was completely terrified.

“I just…” Deans said as he licked his lips and fought to unstick his throat. “I mean that…I just want…”

“I realize that you are a boy,” ‘Man.’ Deans thought. “And you might have some sort of pent up energy from your life here however, there are better ways of getting rid of that pent up energy than going on a hunt.” Henry said. “Have you tried using the gym here?”

Deans nodded as he pulled out a shirt from his drawer. “I have, it doesn’t work that good for me.”

“Well then perhaps joining the neighboring towns clubs or volunteer work?” Henry persisted.

“Grandfather.” Deans said scrunching his shirt in his hands and gathering his courage. “I want to do this, at least once.”

Henry was silent as Deans slowly relaxed and continued to pack his bag, the duffel bag had been given to him from his father for the trip.

“To go on a hunt, with hunters.” from the way Henry spat out the last word as if he caused him physical pain. “You are a Man of Letters Deans, far above those barbaric gorillas.”

“Grandfather.” Deans said feebly, his resolve disappearing with every moment he was in the other man’s company. “This isn’t going to change anything, I am still a Man of Letters.”

“Then I suggest that is time you start acting like one.” Henry said before standing and leaving his grandsons room.

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Around nine forty five the following morning Deans followed his father through the bunker to the front entrance.

“You are to call me every night.” John instructed. “I am to know exactly where you are each night regardless.”

“Yes sir.” Deans agreed as he shifted the duffel bag higher up on his shoulder. He ignored his grandfather’s piercing gaze that he could still feel on his back even when they entered the corridor leading to the outside.

Once they were standing in front of the door John suddenly turned to Deans and reached out to grab his sons shoulder.

“One hunt.” he said firmly. “You go on this one hunt, you come back, and you never do something this foolish ever again.”

Deans nodded, it seemed that nodding was the only thing he has been doing his entire life.

“Promise me.” John persisted intensely.

“I promise dad.” Deans said. John held his gaze for another moment before sighing and opening the door to the outside.

Squinting slightly in the sudden sunlight Deans stepped out of the bunker behind his father and blinked a few times as he got used to bright light.

Mary Campbell was already outside and leaning against her car, a simple silver Sedan, as she idly looked through a newspaper and chewing on her pen. She looked up when the two of them appeared and acknowledged them with a nod before bringing her attention back to the newspaper.

“He’s coming.” she said when they looked around at the lack of another person. “It’s not easy to find this place of yours, he got lost twice.”

“You trust this man?” John asked going up to her.

“With my life.” Mary answered easily folding her paper and throwing into her car through the open window and sticking the pen behind her ear. “Like I said, we were partners until he decided to go solo a little year over ago.”

“Why split up?” John inquired.

Mary shrugged. “He wanted to, I worry about him sometimes but we keep in contact and help each other out if we need it.”

John slowly nodded. “So, he is your boyfriend in the hunter’s version?”

“Hunters universe?” Mary repeated. “Do I want to know what that means? And what do you mean boyfriend?”

“Well.” John said helplessly glancing at Deans who shrugged back at him. He turned back to Mary and tried again. “You hunters see things differently, that much I know. Is Sam your partner in hunting and…other stuff?”

Mary seemed to be at a loss of words as she stared at John with her mouth open and her eyes wide. “You do realize that we are normal human beings, right? We love and marry if we want to and do what we want right?”

“I know.” John said nodding his head. “But I also know that hunters don’t form attachments and that some prefer things…to be like that.”

Mary was silent for a moment before she said “I literally have no idea what you are talking about.”

John blew out an annoyed breath. “Well then who the hell is Sam and why do you trust him so much?”

“Sam’s my son.” Mary said simply, as if it was the most obvious fact in the world.

“Your son?” John repeated in disbelief. “Your son!”

Stifling a giggle Mary questioned “Is it really that unbelievable that I have a son?”

“Well!” John exclaimed looking her over from head to toe. “How…how old is he?”

Suddenly a car drove by slowly before gathering speed. Mary brought her fingers to her mouth and gave a sharp and shrill whistle causing the car to skid to a stop, back up, and go towards them.

“There’s Sam.” she said pushing herself off of her car and going towards the approaching car. “And he’s sixteen.”

She ignored the both sputtering men, Deans because his supposed escort into the hunting world was younger than him by four years, John because he was entrusting his son’s life to a child.

A beige colored Lincoln town car crawled towards them before being brought to the side and stopping. The driver’s door opened and out stepped Sam Campbell.

Even from where Deans was he could tell that Sam was taller than him by an inch or so and despite being completely covered in and layered in a plaid shirt and a leather jacket that seemed to almost hang off his frame. He squared his shoulders back, taking as much advantage of his height as he was able to even when he bent down to hug Mary quickly yet tightly.

“Sam.” Mary said warmly. “How are you?”

“Good.” Sam answered shrugging lightly. “Drive over here was hell, couldn’t find the way until the very end and I still would’ve missed it if I didn’t hear you.”

Her hand came up to grasp and tangle itself in Sam’s hair before she brought it down with a sharp yank causing Sam’s nose to scrunch slightly at the motion.

“Your hair is getting too long.” Mary commented. “You need to cut it soon.”

In answer Sam’s hand shot out and twirled his fingers in her long hair that she had kept down at the moment.

“Pot, kettle.” he retorted

Mary patted Sam’s shoulder twice before bringing her arm down, she was almost dwarfed by Sam’s height however something inside of her made her seem bigger than she was even when she was standing next to him.

Sam’s hazel eyes came up and landed on Deans green ones. “You Deans?” Sam asked.

Not completely trusting his voice Deans nodded and held out his hand in greeting.

With a snort and a small smirk Sam crossed the little remaining distance and extended his own hand and grasped Deans in a tight grip. “Sam Campbell.”

Without waiting for an introduction from Deans Sam let go of Deans hand and stepped back to look him over.

“You can shoot a gun?” Sam asked.

Gripping the strap of his duffel bag tightly Deans nodded once more.

With another shake of his head Sam walked back to his car and opened the trunk. Looking through it he quickly pulled out a simple handgun. Closing the trunk he went back to Deans and handed it to him. “Show me.”

Pulling his bag off of his shoulder Deans took the gun from Sam and looked around for a target.

Sam nodded to one of the trees whose branch was hanging on a few strips of bark left. “Try to shot that off in one shot.”

Rolling his shoulders back Deans gripped the gun in both his hands and brought it up, he aligned the two parts together and pulled the trigger.

With great satisfaction the group watched as the branch fell to the ground. He saw Sam’s eyebrows lift for a second before he went to the fallen branch and pulled it off the ground. He inspected it for a moment before he looked back at Deans and said simply “Shoot.” and throwing the branch into the air.

Acting on instinct Deans brought the gun up once more and pulled, this time he couldn’t keep the pleased smile on his face when he managed to shoot it once more as it flew to the side.

Sam nodded. “Have to say, a bit more than what I thought. You’re at three now.”

“Three?” Deans asked, finally managing to find his voice.

“On my impressed scale.” Sam said coming back to them and taking the gun back from Deans and tucking it the back of his jeans. “You were about a one with the first shot, now you’re at three with the second.” Deans tried to ignore when Sam’s voice cracked for a single word before going back to normal however he could hear his father muttering something about kids and suicidal missions.

Sixteen years old. Damn it.

Sam inspected Deans once more, his eyes going up and down as he looked Deans over completely, before coming to a stance with his feet a few inches apart and his hands at his sides. “Punch me.”

Deans blinked in surprise. “What?”

“Punch me.” Sam repeated. “I need to know what you can do hand to hand.”

With a helpless look at John, who nodded, Deans curled his hand into a fist, walked the few feet to Sam, stopped, and tried to move quickly as he drew his fist back and brought it forward.

Or at least he tried to because Sam easily grabbed Deans hand and twisted quickly and almost in a blur that Deans didn’t even realize that his own arm had been wrapped around his body and Sam’s arm was curled around his neck.

“Your balance is off, you punch with only your arm, and you’re too tense when you swing.” Sam said into his ear before letting go of Deans. “You just went down to one and a half on my scale.”

Deans rubbed his arm where he had felt his muscles and tendons being stretched. “Will you still let me accompany you?”

Sam looked over at his mother and seemed to have a silent argument with her complete with his face changing to convene what he wanted to say and Mary’s face never changing once. Sam sighed almost sadly and said “It appears I have no choice.”

“Mom, if I die on this hunt-” Sam started only for Mary to interrupt with “I’ll make sure your bones are properly disposed of Sam.”

“Doesn’t matter, I’ll still find a way to haunt you.” Sam said.

Deans and his father shared another hopeless look. When John shook his head slightly Deans shook his as well.

He wanted to go on this hunt regardless.

“So where are you headed?” Mary asked.

“Carroll Valley, Pennsylvania.” Sam said. “Bunch of missing people, thought of going there to check it out.”

Mary tilted her head to the side. “What about the missing people that drew your attention?”

Sam threw her an incredulous look. “Is this a test?” he asked in disbelief. “Are you serious? I’ve been hunting by myself for a while now, there’s no need to check my every move.”

“Humor me.” Mary insisted.

He gave her another annoyed look and with a huff he walked back to his car and opened the back door to take a folder out and handed it to her.

“Three missing people in the last month alone.” he said as she looked through the papers. “Happened two years ago on the dot. Every two years a range of six to ten people just vanish, in this month for the last twenty years.” He pulled a piece of paper from the other side of the folder. “All witnesses always say that the last time they were seen was at one of the towns three lakes. No bodies have ever been recovered.”

Mary nodded as she looked over the entire folder, over each and every paper before gathering them together and placing them back in the folder and handing it to him.

“Sounds like one of ours.” she confirmed. She ignored Sam’s mumbles about how he wasn’t looking for her confirmation or approval on the case, and said “Good job Sammy.”

“Its Sam.” he said almost automatically.

“Sammy to me, always.” Mary countered, the same ease that Sam had when he retorted. It had the smell of an old argument and just a bit of an inside joke.

Sam heaved a sigh, gave another look searching look at Deans and nodded. Motioning with his head Sam said “The trunk is open, you can put the bag there, just move the weapons to the side.”

Deans moved quickly opening the trunk, trying not to gape at the amount of weapons that were in there; he swore he saw about twenty different guns, thirty different knives, and what he swore seemed to be a grenade launcher and an arrow gun. Making a free space he placed his bag inside and closed the trunk with a bit of a hint of nervousness.

John came up to him and grasped his shoulder tightly. “Remember what I said Deans, be careful.”

“I will dad.” Deans promised.

Mary and Sam were hugging one another tightly, although Sam was clenching her jacket in his fingers as well.

“Be safe Sam.” Mary said softly. “Be wary, take care. Remember the words that keep you safe.”

“You too mom.” Sam replied almost tenderly. Mary’s hand brushed through Sam’s hair that were just brushing his shoulders. Slowly they untangled themselves from the hug. Sam nodded in goodbye to John and with a motion of his head Deans climbed into the passenger’s seat of the car.

Without another word Sam took the driver’s seat, started the car, and drove away as Mary and John watched, Mary with a look that showed that she was used to saying goodbye and John with his heart in his throat.

“I know a lot of hunters John.” Mary said as she watched the car drive away. “And Sam is the only one that I can tell you with honesty and certainty that I can guarantee you that Deans will come back.”

#SUPERNATURAL AU #supernatural #supernatural alternate universe #supernatural fanfiction #fanfiction #alternate universe #au #Mary Campbell #John Winchester #Henry Winchester #Dean Winchester #Sam Campbell #Men of Letters #Not related Au #Brought Together

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Belonging Chapter 9

Title: Belonging Chapter 9

Summary: Lady LokixSteve Powerless and banished to America at the time of WWII Loki finds herself falling in love with Steve Rogers as well as living almost a century on earth, from the beginings of SHIELD to the invasion of the Chitauri. Slowly Loki finds herself being more at home on earth than Asgard ever was. And when faced with the choice of returning to Asgard what does she choose?

Loki blinked in surprise as Howard continued to stand in front of her with his grin and open arms.

One of her neighbors walked through the hallway and passed them, sparing the both of them a look before continuing on.

“What?” she finally asked.

If possible Howards grin widened and he entered her apartment, after quickly hugging her. Still in slight shock from his sudden appearance Loki slowly stepped back into her apartment and closed the door behind her softly. Turning she saw Howard was looking through her notebooks.

Without a word Loki watched with the palm of her hands pressed against the door behind her. Occasionally Howard would write something in her notebook, with her discarded pen, and from her place Loki could see that they were either corrections or extensions of the equations.

“They are meant to be incorrect.” she said. “I’m writing down the most common mistakes that people do.”

Howard made a face. “That takes too much time and too little sense.”

“My students appreciate it when I am able to explain those mistakes.” Loki said coolly.

He then gave a snort. “You. Teaching.” Howard said shaking his head slightly in amusement. “Not something I thought you would be doing.”

“I get my teaching degree in a few months.” Loki said levelly. She took slow and measured steps towards her kitchen. “Coffee?”

“Black, one sugar thanks.” Howard said. He pushed the first notebook away with a single finger, Loki twitched slightly when it bounced her cooled half full cup of tea and it seemed as if the cup would fall over. She settled down when it didn’t and walked into her kitchen. She filled her kettle with water from the sink and placed it over her stove.

“So where’s your real notebook?” Howard called out to her. “The one with actual real stuff.”

“The green one on the shelf behind you, third shelf.” Loki answered as she turned her stove on.

She could hear Howard take the book off and flip through the pages.

“Not bad.” Howard said entering the kitchen still leafing through the book. “Bit rudimentary but you’re on the right track.”

Without saying a word Loki strode forward and took the notebook out of his hands and replaced it with the coffee cup. Clutching the notebook tightly and pressed to her chest she finally asked “What are you doing here?”

“Rude a bit.” he said avoiding her question as he sipped from the cup. He leaned against the wall, the picture of being completely at ease, and for all the world looked as if he owned the apartment and she was the guest. “How you’ve been?”

“Fine.” Loki said going back to the kitchen and grabbing her own cup of newly made coffee, she had grown slightly fond of the caffeinated drinks. Tea for studying, coffee for everything else. “Yourself?”

“Good. Been busy.” he said purposely leaving his answer vague and looked at her expectantly.

And damn her either because she missed him or because her new life was filled with mere studying and teaching that she wished for something new that she took the bait. “Busy with what?”

“Super-secret stuff.” he said ambiguously. “Stuff that I could tell you…if you joined me in my labs.”

“At the--” she thought quickly for a second as she remembered minutes ago when she had opened the door. “Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division?”

Howard grinned at her once more. “You passed part 1, only those who can say the name can get to part 2.”

“I’m flattered.” Loki said dryly. She tilted her head to the side and glanced at Howard completely. “Is everything alright?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Howard asked shrugging his shoulders. “I’m at top of the world and dear Loki, I want you to be there with me.”

Loki blinked slowly once. Twice. A third time. She took a sip from her cup and cleared her throat. “What?”

Howard made another face. “You didn’t use to be so uninformative.” he said wagging his finger. Loki felt a sudden urge to break that finger.

“My mind is filled with my classes and lectures that I need to get back to.” Loki retorted. “I’m a few months away from getting my PhD and teaching license.”

“What’s your major?” he asked leaning back on his heels.

“Physics.” she answered as she stepped to place her notebook back on its place on the shelf. “With a minor in biology.”

Howard nodded in approval. “That’ll be good enough for the higher ups, you’ll be my assistant for sure.”

She felt something bristle up her spine. “What do you mean I’ll be your assistant for sure?”

He looked at her in amusement now, the same look Odin had always given her when she had come to him after performing a complex magic spell and wished to show off like Thor always had after learning a new fighting move. He had always looked at her as if she was a child showing that they learned how to do something simple such as spell a word correctly or how to create an arrow.

Anger, familiar and almost soothing, started to flow through her.

“I need my assistant again, every good scientist needs an assistant.” he said slowly with that same antagonizing smile on his face. She fought the urge to rip his mustache off for a second. “You were my assistant during the war and I want you back again. Your degrees will help keep the higher ups from crawling up my back.”

Grinding her teeth together slightly she fought for her composure as she said tensely “How sure you are that I am going to go back to your labs.”

“Of course you’re going back to my labs.” Howard laughed. “Where else would you go?”

“Barnard College.” she said through clenched teeth. “To teach, where I have been offered a position once I finish my studies.”

“You can’t be serious.” he said still chuckling. His chuckling died out however when she fixed him with a cold glare and didn’t laugh with him. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am very serious.” Loki said her voice frosting over.

Staring at her in disbelief Howard placed his cup to the side. “You’re not going to accomplish anything at a silly little woman’s college. I’m giving you the chance to actually do something.”

“I can do plenty on my own.” Loki said.

His eyes narrowed. “So what, you’re saying no?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Loki threw at him. “No.”

“No one says no to me.” Howard said coldly and emotionlessly. “No one.”

“I believe I just did.” Loki said. “Now get out of my apartment.”

Howard threw her one dirtier look before he turned in place and stalked out of her apartment. Loki immediately locked the door behind him and leaned against it as she struggled to regain her composure and her breathing.

Taking a few deep breaths she pushed the thought of Howard Stark out of her mind, a feeling of guilt appeared in her stomach when she thought back to everything that he had done for her however she pushed it aside as well. He had said so himself in his letter to her that she owed him nothing.

In the end she pushed the matter of Stark and his pigheadedness out of her mind and focused on her studies all the more.

She managed to ignore the Stark Expos that Howard had created over the years and only gave a passing nod to the fact that the Stark Empire was slowly making its way around the world, focusing mainly on military and weapons especially.

There were only two times she spared Howard Stark more than a passing thought. The first time was when the newspaper declared that Howard Stark was marrying a woman named Maria Carbonell. The second time was when on May 29th, 1970 when Antony Stark had been born to Howard and Maria.

December 14th 1991 found herself in her apartment as she graded the remainders of the essays. Her students had been more than happy to take their finals a good two weeks before the others.

This was her fifth college that she had taught at, the fourth time that she had to obtain fake documents, after paying a great deal of money to get a good enough version to make even the most official to take a pause at their authenticity. After realizing that she hadn’t aged in the near fifty years that she had been on Midgard she moved quickly, never staying in one place for more than ten years and sometimes even pretending to be her own daughter.

When she realized that she wasn’t aging she stopped trying to make friends with the people in her school or even her neighbors, maintaining a healthy yet professional relationship with them despite their protests and attempts to draw her out.

It was a lonely life however it was a comfortable one so she wasn’t complaining entirely.

Watching history unfolding in front of her, the suffrage acts the civil rights fights. Fighting for equality and rights that were due to them were fascinating and one she delighted in being a part of.

During the seventies when women were protesting in the streets she was right there beside them holding up their signs and screaming out protests. She fought back when policemen descended on them, more than once she had to run for her life to not be arrested.

It was a breath of fresh air in an almost monotonous life that she led. As women assimilated themselves into areas where they were once all but banned outright she slowly rose herself as well. Science was always her love and now that she was able to go further into it, however not far enough for her name to be known just enough to learn of the newest findings.

Radiation was a new found love for her, something she hadn’t paid much attention to in the beginning however once the world was immersed in the Cold War she couldn’t help but occasionally learn a bit more about what they were capable of.

She settled, there was no other way of describing it. She had devoted two years, a gap years the other teachers called it, to attempting to find a way to reclaim her title of Princess of Asgard to no avail and in all honesty everything that she had done in those two years were done at half strength and desire.

She had settled in Midgard and she had reached a sort of peace, not happiness but a contentment that she had found lacking back on Asgard now that she realized what she had.

So she filled her days. She taught during all the seasons, teaching summer and winter classes as well. When her college didn’t need her, either because of too few students signing up for her Advance Placement Physics or Advance Placement Chemistry classes she volunteered at high schools and middle schools to teach there instead. Over the years she branched out her classes and taught the more basic science classes of biology, chemistry, anatomy, and physics.

She didn’t want to brag, however she was also not too modest to admit that she knew what she was doing in her classes. She had spent nearly forty years learning and watching the fields grow and learn beside them.

When classes weren’t in session or she had already taken them or simply had no interest in them she went to the free classes that were offered at the libraries that helped people learn to draw or play a new instrument in groups. She learned the guitar if only because she enjoyed the feeling of it in her lap and she learned the violin if for how it caused its vibrations to course through her when she played.

She learned how to dance. When she had been princess of Asgard she of course knew how to ballroom dance however on Midgard she learned countless others such as the tango, salsa, and even tap dancing. She attended yoga sessions and found the environment to her liking with its soothing music and the ending with meditation that reminded her of her teenage years on Asgard.

On a somewhat psychotic whim when a martial arts studio in her neighborhood at the time she had joined and begun to learn self-defense. She had always detested physical violence, something that she was terrible at back on Asgard, however these were different. The moves were quite similar to the dance moves she had learned and her body quickly adjusted to the demands. Both the dance and the fighting were similar to the dance rituals she had to perform on Asgard when calling upon a higher magic, sometimes in her mind’s eye she still saw herself dancing around a fire in glee with her Master as together they summoned magic after magic that curled around them in green smoke.

So she learned self-defense, it coming to a great deal of help when a man had attempted to mug her and steal her bag. She had moved on instinct alone and had him flat on his back within seconds and her already moving on. Once she had obtained a black belt she went to the other branches of self-defense as she slowly learned.

There were times when she was hit with an unbearable loneliness which she would simply curl up in her bed with her blankets and watch television, not really caring what was on the screen only wishing to fill her apartment with some sort of noise that wasn’t hers. Those times she would almost immediately think of Steve, something of which had made no sense in all honesty. They had not been in a real relationship at the time, even their courtship had been rocky. There had been no reason for her to become so completely and irrevocable emotionally dependent on him.

Or perhaps that had been the love at first sight that so many maidens had swooned over back at the court.

And of course she continued to paint. She painted countless pictures, sometimes even giving them away when someone else had seen them and taken a liking to them.

Asgard was her past, there was no denying that. Midgard was her present, that much was obvious.

She didn’t know what her future was to be. She was more than content to wait and see.

That is why, on December 14th, 1991 when she was in her apartment with a blanket around her as she sipped from her hot chocolate while reading a book with her television on a low volume simply to fill the apartment she had been startled out of her musings by her doorbell ringing.

She placed her book down on the couch, turned her television off with a click of her remote, and tightened her blanket around her shoulders as she walked to the door and peered through the peephole.

Disbelieving she opened the door to a sight and was immediately taken back forty years ago as a sense of déjà vu played in front of her.

“Hey Loki.” Howard said tiredly with hooded and heavy eyes as he held his arms out. “I need to talk to you.”

“The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division …is compromised.” Howard said wasting no time as he fidgeted with the cup in front of him. When he looked at her his eyes were old and worn, looking more at home on a man of over one hundred rather than his face. “I’m going to be killed any day now.”

“Howard. You need to get out of there while you still can.” Loki hissed at him.

Howard simply leaned back in his seat and stared at her with a small smile. “You are truly beautiful.”

“Stop screwing around.” she snapped at him. “Do you need help getting out of the country? Is there some place safe you and your family can go to?”

“There’s one thing you can do.” he said ignoring her questions. “Once I’m dead, you need to join The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.”

Silence rang through the air only to be broken by the murmurs of the conversations around them. The indoor café that was only one block away from her apartment was still a quarter filled despite the cold weather and some of the people would glance at their table at the recognition of Howard Stark and the self-held belief of who she was.

“What?” she finally asked. She inwardly groaned as the people still looking at them, this time tomorrow a newspaper will have it listed that Howard Stark was having an affair and with her luck her picture would end up on the front page as his mistress.

“You need to join The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.” Howard repeated. “At my funeral the director will be there, his name is Nicholas Fury and he knows about you, not everything.” he quickly corrected when he saw her suddenly paled face. “Enough to know that I am recommending you with the highest of praises.”

“You want me to join…the organization that you believe is going to kill you.” Loki finally said. “Are you insane or is this some warped version of revenge of not joining you all those years ago?”

Howard waved away her accusations. “I need someone in the inside that I know that I can trust.”

“You’re going to be dead.” she pointed out.

“My son is going to live.” he retorted. “And I need to know that he is going to be safe.”

Loki leaned in closer towards him. “And how exactly am I going to protect him from The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division?”

“You’ll be on the inside, they are going to watch over him regardless. My son, my son,” he obtained an immensely proud look on his face at that moment. “My son is a genius, give him a few more years and I would nothing compared to him.”

Loki considered him for a long moment. “Howard. What is The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division exactly?”

“A secret organization based on spying, gathering information, and control.” he easily answered. “If something happens The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division knew it was going to happen days before it did. If they don’t know something, they find out fast.”

Howard glanced around them for a second before leaning in and quietly asking “Do you remember HYDRA?”

Her widened eyes were answer enough for him as he nodded and leaned back.

“I have reason to believe that they are inside The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.” he said. He reached out and added sugar into his coffee although he didn’t drink from it.

“So why don’t you try to get them out?” she asked lowly.

“Because I am stupid and made too many mistakes.” he said not looking up at her from his coffee. “Because instead of doing the smart thing and looking quietly and carefully I came out and said everything I think about them. I’m a marked man, dear Loki.” He finally looked up at her and their eyes connected. “Now all I can do is ensure my son will be safe.”

“Anthony.” she said, saying the name for the first time since she had heard it. Howard nodded.

“Why me?” she finally asked.

“Because you are still the only one I can trust above everyone else.” he said truthfully. “Because I know you can do it, goddess of mischief, lies, and trickery that you are.”

Her heart speeded up however she refused to change her facial expression. “How long have you known?” she asked not bothering to deny her once titles that she had clung to with all her might in her time in Asgard.

“Since I realized that you hadn’t aged back in 1979.” Howard answered dryly. “I know some women age gracefully but you took the cake, not to mention the fact that I know you never had any kind of surgery to help it. A little bit of research and that was all I needed.”

“And if I am the Goddess of Mischief, Trickery, and Lies as you say.” she said slowly leaning towards him. “Then how do you know you can trust me?”

Howard leaned towards her as well. “Because I know you.” he said simply. “And I know that despite everything you are someone I would want by my side desperately.”

“Regretting that you didn’t push harder all those years ago for me to become your assistant?” she asked.

“Relieved that you said no and that my pride was too stupidly damaged to go back and demand again.” he corrected. “If you had joined I honestly don’t know what would have happened to you.”

Loki pursed her lips as she crossed her arms. “You want me to join an organization, a person who you know doesn’t age and you now know that she was once considered Loki the Norse Goddess, yes I know it is considered Norse I did my own research as well.” she snapped at him when she saw his surprised look. “To join an spy organization that is going to kill you because you spoke out against it vehemently. A place I could easily die if not get taken for experimentation.”

“Trust me.” Howard said. “And trust Fury, he’s a good guy.”

She blinked and looked to the side and out the window. She could easily see her apartment building to where her lonely apartment stood waiting for her. Its emptiness yet filled with memories of living on Midgard for the last fifty so years. The feeling of longing and the desire to bring life back into her veins.

The thrill of the chase, her blood pumping through her veins. Just her and a select few against the rest of the world.

If nothing else, to break the monotonous repetition that her life had become.

“I’ll do it.” she said softly. Glancing at Howard he smiled brightly at her. “I will join The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division after your death.”

“Thank you.” he said simply. “Fury will be there at my funeral and my will is set to send you an invitation.”

She nodded as she gave into her impulses and reached over the table and drag him into a tight hug, something he readily returned as he buried his face in her neck. Slowly and with great displeasure they separated and sat back down.

“I just have one question.” Howard said. He waited until she looked up at him before he threw her a grin that immediately made his face look thirty if not more years younger. “Was the part about screwing a horse true?”

She will forever hold onto the fact that she was entirely entitled to throw the entire bowl of sugar at him with he easily dodged with a laugh.

She wasn’t the praying type however she hoped reverently that Howard had been wrong.

However on the morning on December 17th, 1991 she awoke to the news on her television and in the papers of the death of Howard and Maria Stark the night before, a car accident leaving their only son Anthony Stark an orphan and heir to the Stark Industries. That afternoon she found an invitation to the funeral happening the next day.

She sat in the back of the auditorium, the entire room filled with fake tears and cries, something she tuned out. At the front she saw a teenage boy almost at the cusp of manhood crying bitterly, something she knew was not faked.

Her first personal glance at one Anthony Stark.

Throughout the service she felt as if she was being watched and each time she would look to her left a man with an eye patch would stare back at her unflinchingly. Each time they would hold their gazes to one another before breaking it together and turning back to the front only to glance at one another again.

She felt like she was being tested for something and she didn’t know if she passed or not.

Once the ceremony was over and the coffins, a closed affair considering the car accident hadn’t left much to work with, were being driven to the cemetery Loki stood and the man with the eye patch did the same. Walking a few feet away from one another, and somehow at some points behind one another, they left the building as the other guests disembarked and were already talking about other and more interesting events.

She stood outside of the building, remembering her first funeral on Midgard for Dr. Erskine and how that was the first real conversation she had had with Howard and was hit with such a feeling of loss that she almost keeled over.

“Ms. Odinsdottir I presume?” an unfamiliar voice from behind called her. She knew who it was before she even turned around.

“Nicholas Fury I presume.” she retorted, turning around and seeing the man with the eye patch behind her watching her with his single eye.

He had his hands clasped behind him and an unreadable expression on his face. “Howard Stark was under the assumption that you wished to talk to me.”

“I want to talk to you about The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division, Howard told me a bit about it.” she said.

His face could have been made from stone and shown more emotion. “I didn’t realize you and Howard were such good friends, strange that we have no record of it.”

“You shouldn’t assume that you know everything, just because you think you do.” Loki said smoothly smiling slightly. It wasn’t a nice smile, it was a smile of a predator and one that she hadn’t had to use in ages since her coming to Midgard. It wasn’t the smile of Loki Odinsdottir, teacher of science courses and lover of all sorts of arts.

It was the smile of Loki The Trickster. Loki the Mischief Maker. Loki the Liesmith.

She felt as if she was settling back into a new skin that she hadn’t worn in decades. It was comforting and frightening as anything she ever faced.

“I know what Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division is for.” she said, still with her smile. “Protection and information, division and illusionment. I want in.”

Her smile widened and she was sure that she saw Fury’s eye shine with pleasure and even a slight smidge of respect.

“I want to become a member of The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.” she said firmly. “Although I really need to say this, you need a new and shorter name.”

Fury considered her for a long moment and she refused to look away. Finally, and slowly, he extended his hand towards her which she grasped and shook firmly.

“Welcome in.” he said.

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Periods and Bindings Chapter 1

Title: Periods and Bindings

Summary: After Samantha Winchester mistakenly uses a new pad with a strange design on it she finds herself suddenly soul bound to a newly freed from the cage Lucifer. None of the side are happy with this.

Note: For those of you that recognize this, I was inspired by the tumblr blog http://thisiskindagross.tumblr.com/. Check them out, they are hilarious.

The cage was nothing short of the purest torture even capable. Sometimes there was nothing, nothing for an untold amount of time to a point that he could no longer feel a single thing to the coldest of temperatures that froze him to the very depths of his grace.

This was to be his punishment until the end of time.

He didn't know how long he has been imprisoned, at first he had tried to scratch what seemed to be each passing day on the walls however at some point the walls disappeared. He had spent whatever time he has at the moment that he was able to move looking for the walls only to never find them again.

Then he had tried to fly out, his enormous wingspan easily fitting however when he tried to bring himself out he had been thrown to the ground by some unseen force that pushed down on him that he felt every last bone in his six wings crack.

An unimaginable amount of time continued to pass with no sense or clear pattern. He stopped trying to keep count a long time ago, or was it a long time or was it five minutes ago he couldn’t tell, and instead resigned himself to his fate. <center>--------------------------------</center> A lone figure entered the silent and empty factory. With an almost predatory grin he strode to one of the machines. A snap of his fingers made a piece of paper appear in his hand. He slid it under the screen and closed the top with a satisfied small and soundless thud.

He merged with the shadows and waited until morning when the workers filed in and began their day. Once they had created a single package he snagged it and snapped the paper in the machine away. Holding onto the package tightly he vanished and reappeared in a store on another continent.

Spotting the girl, and remembering at the same time that he still needed to do his science homework, he waited until she turned to look at the shelves before throwing the package into her cart.

He followed her for another fifteen minutes as she continued to shop, not to mention to also see the cute and comedic confused look on her face when she saw the package and thought to herself that she didn't think she had already taken one bag, and made sure that she bought the package.

Nodding to himself in satisfaction he vanished and reappeared in his apartment.

He still has science homework to finish after all. <center>----------------</center> After an untold amount of time when a new sensation had presented itself all of Lucifer’s attention was immediately on it.

It felt almost as if hooks had appeared and pierced through every available part of his grace that they were able to. Before he could even begin to try to figure out the new torture he was suddenly yanked upwards. With a scream caught in what would be his throat he felt himself go through wall after wall, enchantment after enchantment. He barely understood what was happening until it felt as if he had been thrown out of water, taking a deep breath of air for the first time since his imprisonment.

There was barely a moment that he was able to gaze back and realize that he was above hell.

Out of the cage.

He was barely given a chance to even realize what it meant before his grace was twisted into what he knew was his human form and he was pulled through the barriers separating hell and earth.

Then, just as sudden as the hooks had appeared they disappeared.

Breathing heavily Lucifer tried to figure out what has happened as he took in his new surroundings. A small gasping like sound caught his attention.

A girl who seemed to be in her teen years sat at a porcelain bowl with her pants down at her ankles and get hands twisted in front of her as she hid her front from his view. The gasping disbelieving sounds were coming from her.

The two of them started at one another in all forms of disbelief. The girl seemed to be gathering the strength to scream if not for her shock.

His eyes fell on an opened package next to her. Specifically the markings on one of the cotton paddings.

Lucifer knew every language there is and was. He knew every saying and every exclamation there ever existed. In all his time he knew there was also one word that encompassed every single emotion that ever was.

"Fuck."

#samantha winchester #female Sam Winchester #SUPERNATURAL AU #supernatural #supernatural alternate universe #periods and bindings #alternate universe #au

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A Tie, Winchesters

Title: A Tie, Winchesters

Summary: The brothers begin to deal with the fact that Sam is now a demon and John is not happy to learn that his son is in close quarters with a demon.

When Sam bit into his cheese and bacon covered burger he let out a moan that was not out of place in a porno and caused at least three people in the diner to turn their heads and stare at him incredulously.

Dean couldn’t even bring himself to care nor could he stop the smile on his face.

Sam attempted another bite around the burger, his cheeks bulging with food as he sat back in his chair and chewed, his eyes closed with pleasure.

With a loud gulp he swallowed his mouthful and was breathing heavily.

“You have no idea, how good this is.” Sam said with his eyes still closed.

“I can imagine.” Dean said. He reached over until he was able to grasp Sam’s hand in his. His thumb ran over the back of the hand as Sam opened his eyes and smiled at him.

Unfamiliar yet familiar blue eyes stared back at him.

The lump in Dean’s throat wouldn’t let go as he tried to force the words out.

“I know Dean, I know.” Sam said squeezing Dean’s hand and using his free one to pick up a French fry. Running the fry through ketchup before he threw it into his mouth, his eyes closed once more as he licked the salt away from his lips. “It’s a bit unsettling, I know.”

“Are you a demon now, Sammy?” Dean said quietly. He picked at his own plate with his free hand not yet willing to let go of his brother.

“Yes.” Sam said simply. “Apparently, when a soul is in hell and being tortured, once they decide to step off and start doing the torture themselves they turn.” His eyes fell down onto the table. “I…I couldn’t take it anymore Dean.” he said brokenly. “I was literally being ripped apart at the seams and I just…” he took a deep breath and a sip through the straw of his drink.

“I tortured people in hell.” Sam said almost steadily if not for the slight wavering in his voice. “I was just…sick and tired of it being me.”

“I’m not blaming you or mad at you.” Dean said. He entwined their fingers now. “You did what you had to do, now you’re back here. Back with me.”

Sam managed a smile that almost completely resembled the one he used to have on his own body before it fell. “It wasn’t my fault that I was in fucking hell anyway.”

Deans own face darkened at the words. “What happened in that moment?” he asked. “I was unconscious, what did he say?”

“Azazel, the demon, was basically taunting John.” Sam said eating his fries one by one now. Dean didn’t pay attention to how he used their dad’s name. “John had the damn colt pinned on me the entire time and Azazel was telling him to shoot, that it would save a lot of trouble in the future.” Sam obtained a bitter look his face. “He didn’t think John would actually shoot, he was counting on fatherly love to win.”

Sam’s face darkened now and his eyes flashed yellow again. “John didn’t even hesitate. He shot me, point blank.”

Sam glanced up at him and his eyes turned blue once more. “Next thing I know I’m on a rack and a white eyed son of a bitch dug his knife into me.”

Deans was heavily breathing and he swallowed once more to try to get some sort of control over himself again. Sam ignored his brother’s lapse of control and focused instead on eating the rest of his burger with one hand.

“I tried to sell my soul for you.” Dean said helplessly and suddenly. “No demon would do it. But I tried Sammy, I fucking tried.”

“I know.” Sam said softly. “They told me.” He dropped the burger back on his plate, reached over, and smacked Dean on the back of his head with his free hand.

“What was that?” Dean said reaching back to rub at his head. It didn’t hurt, barely felt it really, but it was the principle of the thing.

“For being an idiot.” Sam said. He picked his burger up once more. “You don’t deserve to go to hell Dean.”

“Neither did you.” Dean pointed out.

“Sins of the father, suffer the child.” Sam remarked. “We’ve had to suffer for Johns sins for far too long.”

The two brothers stared at one another for a long pregnant moment before they turned their attention back to their food.

However they kept their entwined hands on top of the table.

“So, what happens now?” Dean asked.

“Now?” Sam remarked. “Now we try and find a way to recreate my body because I hate possessing someone.”

“Speaking of which,” Dean intoned. He motioned with his head towards Sam. “Who is the poor bastard?”

“Don’t really know, I took the first body I could find.” Sam said. He bit into his burger once more and licked the mess away from his lips. “Pushed his soul down as far as I could, didn’t want to hear anything from him.”

Sam glanced up at his brother. “I’m not human.” he said in that soft tone of voice once more. “If you want to have nothing to do with this, with me, I’ll understand.”

“Now you’re the idiot.” Dean retorted. “I’ve just spent the better part of ten months trying to get to you.” He pointed at Sam with his free hand. “I don’t care how you came back, you’re back with me and that’s all I care about.” He shrugged then. “Demon, human, flying cow. I don’t care, you’re my little brother.”

Sam’s voice was wavering when he spoke out “Thank you big brother.”

They ate the rest of the meal in silence however they didn’t dare to pull their hands away from one another. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Demons apparently didn’t sleep. They didn’t cry, bleed, or even need to eat.

“But I wanted to.” Sam had protested. “I hadn’t had a meal in so long, I just wanted to remember what it was like. There is no food nor a need for food in hell.”

Also they didn’t know if it was the fact that Sam was new to this or if it happened to all demons however he couldn’t completely control the way his eyes shifted from the blue of the boy to the demonic yellow. Occasionally he and Dean would be talking and they would flash to yellow.

“How did you get out of hell?” Dean asked as they drove down the highway. It was the question that was burning on his tongue for hours, he knew how difficult it was for demons that had been exorcised to get back out.

“Spent a while trying to find a portal.” Sam said. “Whenever a portal is found the news gets around faster than anything and millions of demons are trying to get through it before it closes.” He licked his lips. “The title ‘Boy King’ gave me a bit of a privilege to get through first though.”

“What does that mean, Boy King?” Dean questioned. The whole title, Boy King, it just didn’t sit right with him.

“Don’t really understand the ‘boy’ part but the rest of it is pretty clear.” Sam answered shrugging. “King of Hell.”

“But why you?” Dean persisted as he turned his gaze onto his brother for a moment before turning back to the road. “I don’t care how much torture happened you are not cut out to be a king of hell. No offense.” he added.

“None taken.” Sam said nonchalantly. “Heck, when I first got there that was the first thing that they called me, Boy King. Had no damn clue what they were talking about.” He drummed his fingers on his knee and licked his lips in thought. “Later, after I started torturing,” he said that with such indifference that even Dean couldn’t help but notice. “Then they started explaining everything to me. That I was meant to be King. That I was meant to lead. Hell knows what else, I just tuned most of it out.”

“Lead?” Dean repeated. “Lead who? The demons?”

Sam nodded. “I have no clue why I was chosen or anything but all I know is that I am not going back.”

“That makes the both of us.” Dean said reaching out to clap Sam on the shoulder. His hand slid off as he looked the unfamiliar body up and down. “First thing though, you said you wanted your body back?”

“Hell yeah.” Sam said nodding. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you guys burned me?”

This time Dean nodded. “Standard hunter’s burial.” he said. “Bobby and John helped.”

“How is Bobby?” Sam asked.

“Alright, I guess.” Dean guessed. “Haven’t spoken to him a while.” He glanced at his brother from the corners of his eyes. “Should we call him and give him the good news?”

“How about we save that for when we get my body back?” Sam suggested. “Might be better than going up to him and flashing the yellow eyes.”

Dean nodded. The rest of the ride was filled in silence, however in complete contrast to the heavy and putrid silence that had filled the impala since the time of Sam’s death this was a comfortable silence in which neither of them had to say anything.

There was one last thing that was bothering him however.

“You were in hell for ten months.” Dean said softly. He took a deep breath and steeled himself as he tried to speak. “And there was nothing I could fucking do, and believe me I tried.”

He could see Sam turning to face him from the corners of his vision however he couldn’t bring himself to look at the other man.

“I’m your older brother, it’s my job to protect you.” Dean said. He hit the steering wheel with his palm lightly before he curled his fingers around it again tightly. “And I failed you.”

“Dean.” Sam said kindly. He reached over to place his hand over Dean’s hand once more. “It’s not your fault.”

“Yes it is.” Dean insisted. He blinked faster and harder when he felt the telltale tears starting to cloud his vision. “I couldn’t save you.”

“You did.” Sam said still kindly. “You don’t know just how much you saved me.”

Dean finally looked at his brother. “What do you mean?” he asked hollowly.

“Despite my being a demon now, with a need for other people to possess and a new set of contacts, I still have my humanity.” Sam told him. “Because of you. You were my thoughts completely during that entire time, you were what tied me down and helped to move on.” Sam smiled at him and leaned across the seats, Dean barely noticed when the car pulled to the side by itself and stopped in place. Sam leaned forward into his space until their foreheads were touching and he was looking into unfamiliar blue eyes yet familiar in the love they held for him.

“Our memories, all the time that I spent with you, that’s what kept me grounded.” Sam said. “That’s what gave me strength when I needed it and that was something the demons were never able to take away from me.” Sam pressed closer and closed his eyes, Dean mimicked him without even realizing what he was doing. “The demons took everything away from me Dean. But they couldn’t take you away from me.”

“Never.” Dean said hoarsely. His arms came up to bring Sam closer to him as he cupped the back of Sam’s head. “Nothing will ever take me from you.”

Sam breathed in and out slowly before he gradually brought himself back into his seat.

“You still managed to save me big brother.” Sam said with certainty. “I wouldn’t have been able to get out of hell without your voice in my head, let alone retain my humanity.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “You know, I could’ve sworn that you had taken the body of a boy not a girl on pms.” Dean said drily as he watched Sam fill the basket with a various assortment of sweets, junk food, and soda.

Sam spared him a single look as he continued to fill the basket. “I don’t care.” he said in a tone that Dean remembered all too fondly from when they were kids. “I want them.”

Dean held his hands up in innocence. “Not saying anything against it, just making an observation.”

Sam scrunched his nose up as he threw a bag of chips at his brother lightly who easily caught it and threw it into the basket with the others.

“Besides.” Sam said shrugging. “Not my body, I don’t really care about trans fats and chemicals.”

“Be nice.” Dean chastised him as they got into line for the register. “The kid has no idea what he got into.”

Neither of the brothers noticed the eyes that were following them as they walked out of the supermarket and out across the streets. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- John Winchester slowly closed his cellphone. He wrapped his hand around it and brought it to his mouth as he thought to himself.

One of the other hunters he had once took a job with had just called him with horrifying news.

His son Dean was in the presence of a demon, fraternizing with it even.

The damn thing must have gotten into Deans head, made false promises of being able to bring Sam back to life if Dean would help him.

If nothing else, John owed this much to his eldest. He would still protect the boy whether he wanted it or not.

Dean probably didn’t even realize the danger he was putting himself in. He had always been blind to any repercussions and troubles when it came to his brother.

John had to save his son.

And the first step was to exorcize that damn demon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Luck was on John’s side, his son and the demon were still in the same town that they were spotted by the hunter.

John waited in the shadows as he had seen Dean enter the motel room with the damned thing, his arm around its shoulders and it leaning in towards Dean.

It was an accomplished actor, if nothing else.

A few short hours later Dean let the motel room, taking the impala with him, and that was when John acted.

Picking the locks on the motel was easy enough and he was able to do it quietly enough so that the sounds wouldn’t carry. Even through the door he could hear the water running in the bathroom, it seemed that the thing was taking a shower.

He opened the door and softly closed it behind him. The running water masked the sounds he made as he hurriedly prepared a devils trap on the floor. Once he was finished he took the rope out of the bag on his back and soaked them in holy water from the bottle he always carried.

He crept to the side of the doorway just as the water stopped running and the squeak of the tabs were heard. He would hear the cloth of a towel being placed around the waist as the door opened outward and gave John the cover he needed.

Moving quickly he snapped the rope around the things mouth and drew it back against its borrowed head. The thing immediately screamed as steam rose from where the skin touched and its hands flew up to try and tug the rope off.

Its body jerked however John moved faster. Using his body he threw the demon to the ground and pinned it down as he used the other rope to try to tie the hands back. The thing kicked out and tried to push back on John, it made high pitched noises, whether they were screams or trying to get outside attention was up for debate. It managed to turn its head back and look him straight in the eyes.

Blue eyes met his and for a moment it froze in almost suspended surprise.

That moment was all John needed to throw the demon into the devils trap. It landed on the ground with a groan, however it gasped once it realized where it was laying on.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus.” John intoned wasting no time on the exorcism. He didn’t know how long he had left until Dean returned and he didn’t want to take any chances. The short version of an exorcism it was. “Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii.”

The thing gave a low moan as its body twitched and jerked back and forth as the exorcism took a hold on it.

“John.” it said. John ignored it. “John!”

“Omnis congregation et secta diabolica.” John continued to chant. “Ergo, draco maledicte.”

The thing came a scream as it was jerked to the sides of the devils trap. Its entire body shuddered, almost like it was having a seizure.

“Ecclesiam tuam securi tibi facias.” John continued, as he ignored his suddenly pounding heart. “Libertate servire.”

“It’s me!” the thing screamed as its face blurred in its jerked motions. “It’s Sam!”

John paused as the final words died on his lips. His eyes widened as the body settled back against the floor breathing heavily. It coughed lightly and swallowed.

“What the hell…are you talking about?” John demanded in a low tone. “What the hell do you mean “You’re Sam”?”

“Short term memory, huh?” the thing said giving him a dirty look. “Or did you forget shooting me?”

John considered the words as he walked along the edge of the devils trap. The demon slowly stood on his feet and tugged the towel, which had miraculously stayed on its waist the entire time, more tightly. It followed John’s movements with its own eyes.

“You’re a demon.” John spat out. “You’re not my son.”

“People become demons when they go to hell.” Sam informed him. He felt the change and knew he couldn’t control it at that moment as his eyes flashed to yellow for a single moment. He knew it happened when he saw John stiffen slightly. “They get tortured, they start doing the torture, and in the end; they become demons.”

“Demons lie.” John said. “Give me one good reason I should believe you.”

“Dean knows the truth.” Sam said as he brought his head to the sides and cracked his neck slightly. “You could’ve waited for him and talked to him, instead of barging in and trying to kill me. Again.” He couldn’t help the last word.

John’s eyes darkened once. He seemed to lean back on his heels as he studied the demon in front of him.

His eyes seemed to settle for a moment and Sam felt his, well not his but his nonetheless, heart hammering suddenly in his ears.

It was the same look John had given him when he shot at Sam with the colt.

“Te rogamus.” John said bringing it to an end and it was like he had never stopped as Sam felt the familiar presence rise up inside of him and pushing him out of the body.

“You do this to me again.” Sam promised as he tried to ignore or push away at the power of the devils trap that was sucking him out and pulling him out of the body, if he could there would be tears at the corners of his eyes. “And I swear that when I come back, you’ll pay.”

John’s eyes were cold as he finished “Audi nos.”

Immediately the devils trap activated and Sam could feel its power scourging through him, burning him and latching onto him as if with hooks being pierced through his every being before he was forcefully and painfully dragged out of the body. He screamed as his essence, the now black smoke, was forcibly dragged out and he could feel the portals between the realms opening for the seconds that it took for him to be completely taken away from the pull of the earth. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- John whirled around as the door to the motel room was kicked open and the body fell to the ground as the exorcism ended. Dean stood there with his gun in hand and his eyes widened at the sight of his father.

However when he saw the body on the ground on top of the devils trap he screamed louder than John had ever heard him scream, including the night that Sam had died.

Dean screamed one word and in that word encompassed all the pain and suffered alongside the realization of what the scene in front of him meant.

“SAM!” -------------------------------------------------------------------------- As he fell through the devils trap the next thing Sam was aware of was being tied up once more in ways that he hadn’t been tied in years.

The next was the too familiar voice that sounded all too pleased.

“Well, well, well. Look who ended up on my rack once more.”

Sam opened his eyes to look into the white eyes of his turner, his maker. The one that had dug his knife into Sam’s soul and had never let go even when Sam had finally stepped off the rack and started torturing other souls.

Alastair was almost mindlessly sharpening his knives as he watched the proclaimed Boy King in front of him. Hells master torturer had taken a nearly human form however his white eyes were visible to all the souls in hell. Alastair pursed his lips as he watched Sam bring his head up, and Sam knew that his own eyes were now yellow, and stared the older demon straight.

There was a small curl of the lips before Alastair flipped the knife in his hand and offered it handle first to Sam. The moment he offered the chain around Sam’s right wrist fell to the ground which Sam used to grab at the knife.

Twisting his body slightly so that he could face the human soul next to him Sam wasted no time as he drove the knife into the soul and twisted it slightly before bringing it down. On an impulse he cared a deep S into the soul as it screamed and writhed.

As Sam drew the knife out the rest of the chains that held him fell apart and he landed on his feet. He twirled the knife around his fingers as he and Alastair simply stared at one another.

“What did I tell you, young one?” Alastair asked rhetorically. “Human beings are no longer your concern. Why did you go to them?”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “My brother is above those things up there.” he hissed and jerked with the hand still holding the knife upwards. “It was that thing that exorcised me.”

“John Winchester.” Alastair said emotionlessly. He reached out and placed his fingers under Sam’s chin and used it to bring his head up so that they were seeing eye to eye. “I thought you and I had already gone through this.”

“I have no love lost for John Winchester.” Sam hissed barring his teeth. “I remember everything, above all. I remember my hatred.”

Alastair brought his head down until it was pressed against Sam’s. “Little one, those are still human emotions.” His eyes narrowed “I could have sworn that I had successfully carved those out of you.”

In response Sam pressed his forehead harder against the older demons. “And I could have sworn that I told you that there was no chance I was turning completely.”

Alastair’s hand came up to cup at Sam’s face. “I can see you better than you see yourself.” he breathed. “You are so much more demon than human, if you would just let go of these pesky human emotions and do as you are supposed to everything would go away.” He pulled his head back slightly enough to trail his lips down Sam’s throat. “All that pain and suffering could go away and you would do as you are supposed to as King of Hell.”

“I know my job.” Sam spat as he tilted his head back to give the other more room. “And rest assured, I will do it.”

Alastair brought his head back up to gaze into Sam’s eyes. “For your sake, I should hope you do.” He nuzzled closer to Sam then. “Get your revenge on John Winchester, if that’s what would make you turn faster. Just remember,” he said pulling his arms around Sam’s body and pushing him closer to his. “I am your father now.”

Sam didn’t answer as he pulled himself away from Alastair after giving him one last unreadable look.

Alastair made an almost wounded sound as Sam started to walk away in search of another portal back to earth.

“Your eyes would have been so much prettier in white.” Alastair called out. Sam didn’t answer. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dean was in an all-night diner, the only other customers were women dressed in scanty clothing and the odd police worker.

He didn’t pay attention to any of the customers nor did he pay any attention to the way his knuckles were bruised and bloodied, the blood of his father staining his skin. He was focused entirely on the notebook in front of him as he drew out summoning runes and circles and contemplated the notes he had on which rune meant what and which he could use.

He heard more than saw as a body slid into the opposite side of his booth and he paid no attention to them.

However when the person reached out and with a feminine manicured hand plucked his notes from his hands he was ready to curse and maybe even get his gun out.

The girl, she didn’t seem to be older than eighteen at the most, smiled at him and her eyes flashed yellow which caused Dean to freeze.

“Decided to go with a different kind of body this time.” the girl said smiling at him, her eyes flashed yellow deeper and for a moment longer before shrinking back to the green eyes of the body.

Dean leaned back in his seat and smiled back at his brother.

“Welcome back, Sam.”

#demon!Sam #boy king of hell #boy king of hell!sam #Moves Verse #john winchester #dean winchester #SUPERNATURAL AU #supernatural #supernatural alternate universe #alternate universe

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Revelations

Title: Revelations

Summary: Sam finally has a talk with his father who has been hiding as the prophet John WInchester and learns a few details of the past.

Sam worked his mouth soundlessly before he closed it. Acting on impulse he tightened his grip on his glass and jerked his arm forward so that the contents went flying towards his father.

The liquid, of course, vanished before it hit him but Sam liked to think the intent of the matter was clear.

They looked at one another for a few silent moments before Sam shook his head. “I honestly have nothing to say to you.”

“I won’t force you.” he said his voice light. “But I would like to speak with you.”

“And I don’t want to listen to anything you have to say.” Sam said turning to face John. “You washed your hands of me a long time ago.”

John obtained a pained look on his face. “Do you really think that?”

“Well what else would you call it?” Sam asked. He brought the almost empty bottle up into his glass and tipped it before frowning and bringing the glass to eye level. Even in the dim light there was something off about it.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink.” John said softly as Sam sipped from the glass and gave a groan. His father had turned the alcohol into water. “And I would like it if you had a clear head while we talk.”

“Who said we’re talking? Like I said, I have nothing to say to you.” Sam said glancing mournfully at the cabinet that held other bottles.

“Samhana.” John started to say.

“Don’t call me that!” Sam suddenly shouted. He placed the now empty bottle and glass to the side otherwise he might’ve been tempted to throw it. “That’s not my name anymore!”

“And yet, you use it.” John said. “The binding spell on Lilith, revealing yourself to the Novak’s, and even now. How do you not wish for me to use it yet enjoy when Deanthral does.”

“He was looking for you.” Sam said. He started to pace around the room for lack of anything else. “He and all of heaven has been looking for you.”

“If I do not wish to be found, I will not be.” John pointed out.

Sam gave a snort. “And yet you reveal yourself to me.”

“Because you and I are overdue for this conversation.” he said. “I didn’t wish to go to you when you were a demon because you had power and a purpose to Lucifer. You had no reason to speak with me.”

“And now I am just a pathetic human.” Sam said. “Well you got your wish, congratulations.”

“The ‘congratulations’ is a bit premature. My wish is not for you to suffer but to learn.” John said. “I wanted you to learn, I wanted all of your siblings to learn.”

“Yet Lucifer and I are the only ones you cast out.”

“That is because you and Lucifer are the only ones who tried to go against my orders and my will.” John corrected. “All your other brothers and sisters obeyed.”

“Hypocrite.” Sam mumbled.

“How so?”

“You love the humans for their free will.” Sam said. “Yet you despise us, myself and Lucifer, when we show our own. Instead of the loyal sheep that the other angels are.”

“You don’t understand.” John said, his voice still patient. “I wanted you to learn, not to destroy that which I had created.”

Sam shook his head. “I honestly don’t understand you. You throw out myself and Lucifer, you abandon all the other angels. And then you claim that this is because you want us to learn.”

“I want all the angels to know, I love all my children-”

“Bullshit!” Sam injected. “Bullshit you love all your children! If you did then you wouldn’t-” he stopped himself suddenly.

“Then I wouldn’t have what?” John asked gently.

Sam bit his lip as he shook his head, he bent forward so that his hair fell forward to cover his face.

“Sam?”

Sam took a deep breath and crossed his arms. He leaned against the wall, lightly placing his head against the plaster.

“Sam. Talk to me.” John said walking forward.

“The day I was expelled from heaven, Adam was the one who took my grace and pushed me off.” Sam said not looking at him. “He said that he was working on your orders, the one that started the creation of the demon was to be punished.” He felt his lips shake lightly as he forced the next words out. “So why was I punished?”

John had obtained a pained look on his face. “I never meant for you to be the one who was punished.”

Sam’s head snapped up as he sharply turned to face his father. “What?” he barely managed to ask.

“Once I created the human beings I had left heaven, I wished to watch and observe on earth, and I had believed that Adam would be fair and just leader in my place so I left him in command. Once I learned of Lilith’s turning I knew what Lucifer had done and assumed that Adam would properly hold trial and punishment.”

John closed his eyes and shook his head. “You were an apprentice under an archangel, yes helping him was wrong and warranted a punishment however not to that severity. Lucifer as elder and instigator should have been the one to take full punishment.”

“Adam, however, was blind in his love for Lucifer and to his own status of archangel and firstborn, to a point in believing certain privileges were owed to the four archangels. In the end Lucifer was his beloved brother and an archangel, you were a mere angel. Someone needed to be punished and to him it only made sense for it to be you.”

“I went to you once you had become human and watched your anger as you eagerly accepted Lucifer’s offer and became a demon. It was I, not Adam, who recalled Lucifer to heaven.”

John opened his eyes and his gaze locked with Sam’s. “It was Adam who threw you out of heaven. It was I who placed Lucifer in his cage.”

Sam stared at him as he felt tears start to well up in his eyes. He took a few deep breaths and turned his attention to the ceiling.

“And then, for the next few millennia’s you had me believe that Adams act was your will.”

“You would have never listened to me if I did come to you.” John said patiently. “I could have easily washed your soul of its corruption and placed you as an angel once more. I could even have made you an archangel to replace Lucifer. Do you know why I didn’t?”

Sam hesitated and shook his head.

Johns smile was tolerant. “You know why, and I want you to say it.”

The fallen angel stared at his father almost helplessly in silence. John simply watched the other as the seconds dragged on.

Finally Sam parted his once again shaking lips and said in a voice that could barely be considered a whisper “Because I wouldn’t want to.”

“Exactly.” John said. “I would never force one of my children to do something they didn’t want. No matter how much I wanted to.”

Sam breathed through his mouth in an attempt to keep the tears at bay. “Why are you even bothering with this?” he asked miserably. “I know you know of the sins I’ve committed. I’m not clean and I don’t regret it.”

“Because regardless of what you’ve done you are still my son.”

“And what of Lucifer?” Sam demanded blinking quickly. “Or is he not your son?”

John sighed. “Lucifer…has always been the difficult one. Too proud. Too stubborn. Both he and Adam were too highly immersed in their ranks and what they believed was due to them. Lucifer…is not yet ready.”

Sam stared at his father for a long silent moment. “What do you want?” he finally asked.

“I just wanted to talk to you. I wanted to set the record straight.” John said. “After that, nothing.”

“Nothing?” Sam repeated. He threw his hands to his sides. “So this war, you’re going to do nothing?”

“This isn’t my war.” John said simply.

“No, just a little squabble your children started and now threatens the earth and all humanity.” Sam said.

“My children started this so my children will fix this.” John said softly. “I cannot clean up every mess of theirs.”

“But you’ll expect us to clean up yours.” Sam said. He sighed and rubbed his nose. “It is heaven and hell against each other with only the four of us, this so called Team Free Will as Gabriel enjoys calling us, fighting against angels and demons.”

“You forgot the Crowley fellow that always helps Gabriel and Castiel.” John pointed out. “Not to mention the other friends they have. Put together and you have at least ten people on your Team Free Will.”

Sam stared at him incredulously. “I’m going to punch you.” he warned. “And I don’t care if I break my hand doing it.”

“Team Free Will.” John repeated ignoring Sam’s threat. “The true basis of humanity.” He grinned suddenly. “Two pairs of brothers against the universe.”

“The underdog.” Sam mumbled under his breath.

“I’ve always been fond of the underdog myself.” John said.

“Are you expecting me to beg or something?” Sam suddenly asked his eyes narrowing.

“Beg for what?”

“Help. Assistance. For you to get off your ass and do something about your damn children.”

John looked at him before saying. “What about your grace?”

Sam felt his breath get caught in his throat.

“Would you ask for you grace back?” John asked. “Would you ask to be turned into an angel once more? Do you think if you ask properly I will return it to you?”

“Beg.” Sam said softly. “You do want me to beg.”

“I want you to learn.” John corrected. “I want you to understand.”

“I would rather die as a human.” Sam continued as if he didn’t hear his father. “And go to hell to suffer for my sins than beg for anything from you.”

John sighed. “You’re not there yet but you’re learning, slowly.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Sam said. He rolled his shoulders back, ignoring the twinge of pain that shot up his back from the place where his wings had once been. He turned towards the doorway to where his bed was.

“One more question.” John said ignoring Sam’s groan. “Why are you fighting?”

Sam paused for a moment in the doorway with one hand on the doorframe as he turned his head to look at his father over his shoulder.

“Excuse me?”

“This war, between heaven and hell with earth caught in the middle.” John said. “You’re fighting with the humans, why?”

Sam felt his jaw move to the side before settling. “I don’t really have that many options.” he said. “Demons are ready to kill me because that means Lilith will be able to rise after Deanthral dies as well. Angels are ready to kill me because I am a fallen angel and a traitor. I can’t survive on my own at the moment if either side comes to me. This is my best option.”

“And…is that your own reason?” John asked.

Sam’s eyes went to the anti-possession tattoo on his wrist and his other hand came up to lightly trace it. “I need another?”

“Is there another?”

Sam glanced up at his father. The two stared at one another for a moment before it seemed that all fight simply drained out of Sam.

“I’m tired.” he said. “I’m going to sleep.”

He turned to leave once more.

“One last thing.” John said ignoring Sam’s groan. “Please don’t tell anyone I’m here.”

“Not my business, not my problem.” Sam said finally leaving the room.

The next day when neither dean nor the Novak brothers made a mention or changed how they approached John and Sam carefully didn’t meet his eyes.

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They left the prophets home an hour later and when Sam went to sleep that night for the first time in hundreds of years he dreamt that he was flying across the newly created lands of the earth with Dean by his side.

For the first time in hundreds upon hundreds of years his back didn’t hurt once he woke up in the morning.

In fact, it didn’t hurt at all.

#reverse verse #reverse!verse #archdemon!Sam #fallen angel Sam #john winchester #prophet!John Winchester #SUPERNATURAL AU #supernatural #supernatural alternate universe #supernatural fanfiction

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Attempt at gifing the scene from my fanfic "Family" the scene where Dean gives Sam his blood.

There is a good chance I'll be doing more of these gif sets.

#family verse #gif set #dean winchester #Sam Winchester #john winchester #azazel #supernatural #au

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Family Chapter 1

Title: Family

Summary: Azazel the general of Hell and son of Lucifer. Azazel the one who wore the skin and body of John Winchester. Azazel who had married Mary Campbell in this form and had held her hand in her first birth of Dean Winchester and four years later her second birth of Samuel Winchester.

It wasn’t until he was staring down into the crib that contained Samuel Winchester that he realized that he had gotten too attached to the image he was carrying.

Azazel the general of Hell and son of Lucifer. Azazel the one who wore the skin and body of John Winchester. Azazel who had married Mary Campbell in this form and had held her hand in her first birth of Dean Winchester and four years later her second birth of Samuel Winchester.

Azazel who was staring down at the child that could be considered his son in the nursery as the child slept on oblivious to his surroundings.

He reached out, his hand whose wrist he could cut with a single thought so that the precious blood would fall into the child’s open mouth, he reached out---

He knew. He was commanded. He needed to build an army of special children. He needed one of them to kill the others. To get the Colt and release hell on earth. He needed that special child. Sam Winchester, the proclaimed boy king of hell. Whispered voices deep in the pits telling that he was the mighty vessel of Lucifer himself.

---and he pulled the blanket up more so the child wouldn’t get cold in the night.

Sammy shuffled slightly in his sleep, cocooned in his blankets tight and warm and filled with love, and gave a sigh as he settled back into his bed. His eyes opened slightly to reveal the slightest sliver of unfocused hazel eyes that stared at him for a moment before they closed once more.

Movement and sound alerted him to someone being in the hallway. Moving quickly he fell to the shadows and with a single thought merged himself with the darkness.

He watched silently as Dean, Mary’s firstborn and her precious boy, opened the door to the nursery and peered inside. When he saw no one else there he entered the room and quietly closed the door behind him. He quickly crossed the room and scrambled up the footstool at the side of the crib that Mary had placed there so he could look in and see his brother.

Azazel watched intently as Dean gazed into the crib at his younger brother. He reached a hand and through the bars Azazel could see Dean’s finger trace Sam’s little hand.

Nodding to himself Dean jumped off the footstool and went to the corner of the crib where he pulled the switch inside of it, with the care of a thief he lowered the side of the crib and climbed into the crib before bringing the side up once more and locking it in. he curled around his brother, petting Sam’s lightly and gently while whispering to him.

Azazel couldn’t help the fond smile on his face as he watched the two brothers through the bars. He allowed the sounds of the house fall into his ears as he shifted slightly and closed his eyes in enjoyment; the settling of the house, Mary sleeping in their bed just down the hallway, Deans whispering to his brother.

The smell of blood that suddenly permeated the air.

His eyes snapped open and he breathed in deeply.

Clear as anything and as easily definable as the true colors of his eyes. Blood had been spilt in the room.

He quickly crossed the room to the crib, his borrowed heart suddenly pounding hard and fast in his chest. He barely remembered to keep himself invisible to the naked eye as he clutched the side of the crib and peered into it.

Dean had his own slightly scratched wrist held above Sam’s mouth and watched with fascination as the droplets of blood was slowly trailing down his arm and into Sam’s mouth. Dean brought his other hand up and dug his nails, nails that had dried blood and bits of skin under them Azazel noticed, and scratched harder and dug into the cuts. The blood sluggishly fell down and twirled around his fingers and continued to flow into Sam’s mouth.

Sam fussed lightly, giving a sigh and a cough and squirming slightly as he both Dean and Azazel watched as the blood was swallowed. Giving another cough Sam settled back into bed as Dean pulled his bleeding arm away.

Dean brought his arm to his own mouth and licked away the stain of blood on his skin, sucking slightly on the wound and running his tongue over it until he was assured that no more blood would fall before he curled both arms around his brother and snuggled closer as he closed his eyes.

Azazel waited until both brothers were asleep before reaching into the crib. He made himself visible once more incase either of them awoke and curled his hands around each of their heads. He stroked the hair of their eyes and drew his thumbs over their foreheads.

He tugged the blanket over the both of them securely. He stepped back one step to look at them once more before turning and leaving the nursery.

He then entered the bedroom where Mary was sleeping soundly and peacefully. He gently slid into the blankets, Mary turning to him instinctively and nuzzled closer to his body. He placed his own arms around her and fell asleep, smiling and content. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Azazel knew that both Dean and Sam were his children and therefore he was constantly on the lookout for any telltale signs of either of them baring demonic powers.

He had performed the tests, testing their blood, peering into their souls, countless little tests, and each and every one of them had come negative. There was nothing that ever hinted that Dean or Sam were anything more than human.

He also knew that Mary Winchester mother, wife, lover, and care giver to all around her had also once been Mary Campbell daughter and heir of a great hunting family killer of all things that weren’t human and he knew that he had to be careful in everything he did. He pushed every last demonic part of him that he could down to the depths of his tainted grace and mind and despite the simplicity and foolishness of it he lived and breathed as a human would.

(He was never supposed to have gotten so invested in her that her children would have been his offspring as well. He was breaking too many rules.)

As the time passed he had actually learned to enjoy being human, or at least pretending to be human, once more. His humanity is nothing to him, he hadn’t been human in many a millennia’s and in truth he cannot even remember when he was human or what he had done to go to hell.

In all truths he enjoyed being a lover and later a husband as well. When Mary had told him of her pregnancy, he could feel it happen before she could, could hear the heartbeat of a son strong and powerful, he had been truthfully happy. As Mary slept next to him her stomach growing forward more and more each day, the very picture of perfection with her blonde hair spread around her, the glow of a new being inside of her, he had whispered to the life inside in the ancient tongue that only the highest demons of hell knew. His fingers had trailed over the bump and he would press his palm against her in order to properly feel the second heartbeat.

When Dean had been born Azazel couldn’t even feel disappointed in the lack of a demonic aura around him. Dean had screamed as he entered the world, announcing to everyone near him of his displeasure.

Sam had been quite the opposite pregnancy. Mary’s stomach didn’t grow as it had with Dean, in fact there was barely any evidence of a pregnancy excluding the last two months. Sam’s heartbeat had been slower than Deans had been and there had been times when Azazel had to strain to hear it at all, he would never admit that his heart had almost stopped each and every time he had barely heard Sam at all. Mary had struggled and had been terrified the entire nine months, scared witless especially when the doctor said that there was a high chance of a miscarriage.

Dean seemed to have realized that there was something wrong with his little brother and had taken to becoming Mary’s shadow, somehow being with her all the time. He would constantly talk to her stomach, telling the not yet named Sam about everything that Dean was going to teach and show him once he was born.

When Sam had come into the world blue and not emitting a single sound Mary had screamed louder than Azazel had ever heard a soul ever scream, even the ones that had been on the rack in hell.

Mary had been sedated and he had to wait in the waiting room of the hospital holding Dean in his lap and whispering comfort to the boy who was also crying at the fate of his poor little brother and mother.

When the doctors had told him that Sam would be fine and Mary was awake once more he could never deny the sweet relief that he had felt and for the first time since he had no idea how long he had wished to cry out of relief.

(Azazel had had many children, all demons and children of hell however it was Dean and Sam Winchester that he loved above all and prided mostly.)

He carried the children in his arms. When he read to them Dean would curl up next to him and Sam would be on his own chest. He would help to bathe them and feed them. Dean looked up to him and would always come to him. When Mary spoke of having another child, maybe a girl she said hopefully, his heart tightened with pleasure at the thought of a daughter and he smiled warmly at her which she readily returned.

The night after he had seen Dean give his blood to be drunk by his brother he watched the two more carefully. If he had not been looking so deeply he might have missed the small, almost unnoticeable signs.

There was also their eyes. While Dean had inherited Mary’s green eyes Sammy had taken a mixture of his own and Mary’s eyes making a beautiful hazel combination. Deans, however, had taken to occasionally flashing to a slight yellow color. He hadn’t seen it happen to Sam’s eyes yet however he also knew that it was only a matter of time. Especially if Dean continued to feed his brother his own blood.

He had seen objects mere centimeters away from their hands slide into their palms, the objects were never far away nor where they heavy, it was always a toy or a book and was always close enough to pretend that Dean had simply reached the little distance and had taken it.

The biggest change was how much Dean and Sam were in sync with one another. Almost as if they were connected to one another, they knew what the other wanted without either of them saying a single word. He had watched the pair of them not say a single word however knowing what the other wanted for two hours before Dean realized that he was watching them.

Once Dean had realized he had adopted the innocent look that worked on his mother every now and then when she was in a too good mood and smiled at him.

Azazel answered with an eyebrow raise and a smirk at his son. Dean had blinked in innocence and turned his attention back to his brother, however this time his eldest was carefully saying everything out loud.

While the two of them were still children Azazel didn’t see a reason to pursue anything. The small miniscule powers that were growing between them seemed to happen only when they were together. He did, however, decide that within a year when Dean would turn seven, a sacred and powerful number, he would begin to teach him better control and see just what his son could do. For the time being he allowed the boy to have his small iota of independence.

Everything changed however when a group of hunters kidnapped Dean from his third grade class and Sam from his Pre-Kindergarten class.

#Family Verse #Azazel #john winchester #Sam Winchester #dean winchester #mary winchester #fanfiction #SUPERNATURAL AU #supernatural alternate universe #supernatural fanfiction

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Belonging Chapter 8

Title: Belonging Chapter 7

Loki didn’t remember the next few hours. According to Peggy she had continued to whisper Steve’s name into the microphone and had to be pried away. That she had been in a catatonic state and wouldn’t react to anything around her.

She managed to sober up a few days alter for the memorial. Standing stoically next to Colonel Phillips she watched emotionlessly as the speeches were given and the flags were hunt at half-mast.

At some point Peggy, who was standing next to her, reached out behind them and took Loki’s hand in her own and held it tightly. Loki didn’t say anything neither did her face change however she just as firmly clenched Peggy’s hand.

The next Saturday however she dragged Peggy into town early in the morning and the other woman helped her try dress after dress on until they decided on the long and sequined green dress that accented her eyes.

A few hours later Peggy had helped her with the makeup and her hair, as her own hands had been shaking too much for her to do much. She even gave Loki her own silk stockings instead of the nylon ones that Loki owned.

As she entered the bar she found herself remembering the scene from when she entered a different one to see Steve surrounded by his friends.

Shaking her head to clear her mind she walked through the bar, ignoring the crowds of people and the music that was ringing through the air, she ignored the looks that men were throwing her, and focused on getting to an empty table.

A waiter appeared the moment she sat down and she ordered herself a glass of whiskey that she had grown to like from her late night drinking with Howard.

As she got her drink she found a little bit of comfort from the cool glass and ice and sipped from it to calm her nerves. Her fingers curled around the glass and she pressed it against her cheek.

One hand was clutching the glass to a point that she was surprised that it was breaking in her grip and the other was clutching her bag. She fought the desire to look at the clock on the wall for as long as she was able to until finally her eyes betrayed her and she glanced at it.

Seven thirty. Still a half hour left.

Ten minutes before eight o’clock a man came up to her. He leaned onto her chair with a single hand and smirked at her with a leer.

“Hate to see such a pretty girl sitting alone.” he drawled. She could smell the stench of cheap beer on his breath with every word he spoke.

“Then look in a different direction.” Loki said sipping from her glass and turning her gaze away.

“Don’t be like that.” he slurred at her. “Let me buy you a drink, loosen you up a bit.”

Before she could retort, or perhaps even reach for the gun that was in her bag, a hand came up to the man’s arm and twisted it so that he cried out in pain and twirled him away from her personal space.

“Sorry about that ma’am.” the other man said in a lowly voice that reminded her of fields and horses for some reason, tipping his head towards her.

He was wearing one of the Howling Commandos uniform, she suddenly realized as she placed the face and the voice. His name was Gabriel and he was from the southern part of America. He pushed the drunken man away from the both of them.

Loki nodded her thanks. “I could have taken him.”

His grin was surprising and warm. “We’re sure you could’ve.” he said motioning with his head to the side where she suddenly realized the rest of the Howling Commandos were sitting. “We’re just making sure that nothing is going to bother you, tonight of all nights especially.”

Her gaze broke away from him at his words and instead she focused on the rest of the soldiers that followed Steve into battle. They all had drinks in their hands however they were gripping them too tightly and their shoulders were tense.

“We have hope too, ma’am.” Gabriel said softly. “We want to believe as much as you do.”

Loki didn’t trust her voice to not waver or break so she simply nodded.

Gabriel smiled sadly at her one more time and touched her hand lightly with his fingers before he left and joined his friends once more.

Her eyes locked onto the clock. Eight o’clock on the dot. Her eyes went to the door.

Plenty of soldiers entered however none had the familiar blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes that reminded her of the sky.

One soldier entered the bar and her heart leapt into her throat and she started to stand however when he pulled his cap off and she saw the black hair she settled back into her seat.

Around eight thirty Colonel Phillips entered the bar and saw her sitting alone, still drinking the single drink. He seemed to fight the urge to go to her, instead he nodded to her which she returned before going to the bar and ordering something for himself.

Around nine o’clock Howard entered the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey and taking the bottle with him as well before getting past each of her self-appointed guards and sat next to her.

She barely glanced at him as he sipped from his glass. When he motioned the bottle to her she held her glass out and he refilled it.

“He’s late.” she said softly, not looking up from the table.

Howard seemed to struggle with himself for a moment before he simply gave a jerked motion that could go either way.

They sat together as the hours went by. She could see the Howling Commandos drink more and more as the time passed. She was sure she saw tears on one of their faces and most weren’t looking up from the floor or table.

Around midnight the band stopped playing and the people were staggering off. People rushed to clean the entire place. Soon enough only the few workers, she, and Howard remained.

She drained her glass and placed it on the table with a bit more force than necessary. She turned to face him, he met her eyes with no hesitation or fear.

“Say it.” she commanded. “Go ahead. Say it.”

The entire time she knew him she knew that Howard Stark never held back any of his thoughts and never sugarcoated a single belief. If he was displeased with something the whole world will know and will know the moment he wants.

He would never lie, especially not something like this.

“He’s not coming.” he said levelly.

Loki slowly nodded, she refused to acknowledge the tears that were gathering in her eyes. Sniffling lightly she turned her head and pressed the side of her hand to her mouth.

Howard didn’t say another word, he seemed to be waiting for her to say something.

“Why?” she finally asked. She placed her hands on her lap and clutched them together tightly. Her throat closed up and she forced the next words to pass through her lips. “Why didn’t he come?”

“Because he’s dead.” Howard said, his voice never changing.

Loki let out a gasp as she covered her eyes. Her fingers tightened slightly and her nails drove into her forehead. She felt more than she saw as Howard took her hands in his and brought them away from her face. Looking up at him she saw pain clearly visible in his eyes as well.

“It’s not fair.” he said, his voice still cool, calm, and collected. “It’s not fair and it’s not right that Steve would have died.” He ignored the way she choked at the words. “But we are in a war. And as such war goes, good men are lost.”

“I have known war.” Loki said softly. She slid downward in her seat until she was able to put her arms on the table and her head on top of her arms. “I have seen and fought in war. I have seen the grounds soaked with blood and the spirits of men and women destroyed.” She extended a single finger and traced the edge of the glass. “I have seen great warriors, soldiers, fall and I know the loss.”

Her eyes closed as her hand fell onto the table. “It is never easy to lose someone.”

“Especially someone you care about.” Howard said. He reached out and placed his hand on top of hers once more.

This time she welcomed his touch, she turned her palm over and entwined their fingers together, seeking his warmth and comfort.

And if he ignored with an easy tact the way she pressed her face into her arm and sobbed soundlessly, then it wasn’t something worth mentioning.

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Within days she found herself being sent back to America. With Captain Americas death there was, in reality, no reason for her to be there.

She was restless, there was no other word for it. Back in America there was truly nothing for her to do. The Superhero Serum that Erskine had created was being attempted to be recreated with no avail. Soldiers were being trained by generals and colonels. She didn’t have a nursing degree and therefore couldn’t continue in the war as a nurse. With the sudden shutdown of Captain America and the Howling Commandos team her options had become limited.

Thankfully Howard saw her problems and was quick to offer her a position as his assistant.

Not as his secretary or note taker. His assistant in his creations and inventions.

Together they started to create more bombs, attempting to find new and better ways of enforcing their power. Her mind flashed to the tesseract that had been lost in the plane flight that had claimed Steve’s life and she knew that if the humans had obtained that power the war would be over in mere days.

As HYDRA was infiltrated and scattered with the loss of its leader the bases fell more and more with each passing week. Their weapons were sent back to them and in turn Loki and Howard would take them apart and learn how they worked.

The next few months were a blur for her. She worked as best as she was able to with the machines, spending any spare moment she had in an attempt to learn them better and ask Howard countless questions on them to ensure she had complete understanding.

Howard, while accommodating and understanding, was at times confused and even suspicious at how little she knew of some events. There had been certain things that she had managed to hide, and at times she cursed herself in choosing her name and wished that at that moment she had said it that she hadn’t been dazed and confused and simply stated the name she was known as.

Howard had started asking her questions about her past. Her family, any former friends, the little details a child would remember of their lives.

Some she was able to lie through. She maintained that she was an orphan from the Scandinavian lands. That she didn’t have that many friends growing up and had immigrated to America in an attempt to better her life.

But then he would ask her other questions. Her education, the country she had grown up in, the little places that a child would know such as hiding places and the alleys that she cut through for a shortcut.

She lied through her teeth, her stomach twisting at the thought of lying to the man who had done so much for her and whose friendship she enjoyed greatly.

One afternoon however she walked to his office, hours after all the other scientists had left, and she had heard a muffled conversation. Something called The Manhattan Project and the Strategic Scientific Reserve. She immediately knew that this wasn’t something for her ears however she couldn’t help but press herself into the shadows and attempt to listen closer.

It seemed that there were spies within the spies and one had seen her listening because the next day she found herself being officially moved to the rank of Lieutenant-Colonel and then her contract with the military was terminated. Colonel Philips himself came to her with the news and his sorrow filled eyes. He was silently asking her not to question her termination which she abided to.

Because she was no longer a part of the military she could no longer work with Howard on the HYDRA machines and therefore could no longer work with him at all. He had nodded when she told him in his office, opened a drawer in his desk, pulled out an envelope and a small suitcase, instructed her to open it when she was alone, and wished her good luck.

Hours later she found herself on a train ride going to New York in a private cabinet she finally opened the envelope, sliding a single finger under the flap of the envelope and carefully pulling its documents out.

She froze when she noted her name, Loki Odinsdottir, written in script on what was apparently her birth certificate. Hurriedly she pulled the other papers out and spread them out on top of the suitcase Howard had given her.

Birth certificate, social security card, papers from an orphanage signed by a name called “Sister Catherine” and more.

Breathing heavily she ran her fingers through her hair and tried to calm herself. She pulled out one more piece of paper from the envelope, it was folded in half and she could feel another paper inside of it. She opened it, catching the second piece of paper and placing it to her side before she started to read.

Loki-

There’s no real easy way to say this but I’ll do the best I can. I know you were lying about who you are, where you are from, and you’re past. I don’t judge and I most certainly don’t care, your past is that, yours and in the past. I talked with the higher ups however and I learned that you were missing quite a few things. I…encouraged them a bit and they told me that you told them that any paperwork you had had been destroyed during the war because the orphanage had been bombed.

Crafty, my fiery maiden. You think well on your feet. I like that.

Anyway to get to my point, I decided to help you. I like you Loki, I like you a lot and I wanted to help you.

The higher ups had gotten a bit suspicious and that’s why you’ve been sent away. I’ve known about this for a while so I had some time to prepare. I don’t really know what the army is doing, I’m just doing my job as a scientist. And unfortunately, because the suspicion and your lack of a real background, they no longer want you to be a part of it.

Shame, I liked having you in my lab with me.

We’ll be in touch, don’t you worry about that, you can’t get rid of me that easily. But, until then. Have fun. Do whatever you want. I’ll find you when I can.

Regards,

Howard Stark.

P.S. Don’t even think that you are in my debt or that you owe me something. We’re friends, friends help one another.

P.S.S. Course I wouldn’t say no to being a bit more than friends.

Loki shook her head as she read Howards letter once. Twice. A third time. An unexpected warmth filled her as she reread the words, absorbing the emotions they radiated and her eyes following the curve of the letters as she looked over Howard’s familiar handwriting.

She still had a friend. A good friend that she could count on. She glanced to the side where the papers lay and she spread them out a bit on the seat, a high school diploma caught her eye and if she wasn’t mistaken she owned a house in Denmark according to a different paper.

She picked up the piece of paper that had been folded into the letter and flipped it over.

There was a series of numbers and checking the suitcase she finally noted the combination lock on top of the case underneath the handles. A corner of her mouth lifted as she glanced at the numbers once more and slid the lock into place.

Her smile fell however when she lifted the top only to freeze for a moment before all but slamming the suitcase shut. A tense second passed before she tentatively opened it once more to the same picture.

Crisp and straight bills were staring back at her. The amount of money that she was staring at she didn’t know however it seemed to be well into the thousands.

Her lips parted and her even her eyes watered slightly. There would be no way for her to repay this. The papers and the money that he had given her.

She was in his debt. And an Asgardian always repaid their debts.

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Without being in the army or even with Howard Loki wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She had wandered aimlessly through the city during the day, going to the park or visiting Coney Island that she had once heard Steve talk about.

In the end she decided to apply for college. She had the high school diploma thanks to Howard and a part of her wished to be surrounded by books and learning once more. Granted it would not be with private tutors and in a classroom with other students however that was a new experience for her and something she was looking forward to.

Most of the colleges she applied to send letters back declining her however one did allow her to attend. In the end Barnard College accepted her application and once September had come along Loki had signed up for classes and for the first time in her life she was attended classes with another students.

The college itself was a woman’s only college, one of the few that allowed women to go further in studies. For the first time ever she was surrounded not only of likeminded women but also women who shared her passions and most of them didn’t turn their noses up at her.

Loki wasn’t sure what she wanted to study, she had decided to attend college on a whim; aided with the money that Howard had left her to pay for the classes and her pension from the military gave her money to pay her rent on her apartment and the bills and food.

There weren’t many choices available to her, because she was a woman was later explained to her with a curled lip on her guidance counselors face, and for that she could either go into the more expected schoolings such as teacher or nurse or if she was feeling particularly challenging and self-assured she could try to go for a complete doctorate or science or mathematical field.

Remembering her pleasure of being in Howards laboratories and work alongside him Loki decided to choose to study the scientific field. She filled her schedule with physics, biology, chemistry, anatomy, and the like. She spent long hours in the school’s library, well into the night and to the point where the librarians would have to either drag or threaten for her to leave until they simply threw in the towel and gave her the key to the library and told her to lock up when, if, she finally left.

When the news started to talk about the country of Japan surrendering she spared the war she had left a thought and went out to buy a newspaper.

And there it was written just what the American army had done in an attempt to win and end the war. An atomic bomb.

She discussed the bomb with her teachers and they helped her come to conclusions of just the amount of energy and power the bomb would have and the possible repercussions of using such a bomb.

Time continued to pass. Loki took more classes and furthered her own knowledge of the science world, in truth she found similarities to her studies of magic back in Asgard which helped her interest, and would spend all her time if not in the library then she was discussing and arguing with her teachers.

Eventually after months and months, to her teacher’s amusement, she accepted the position of becoming a teacher’s aide, her physics teacher and occasionally she helped her chemistry teacher as well. It was a new source of income and responsibilities for her that she enjoyed immensely. One quick and sly discussion with both women hiding their true words and allowing the other to come to her own conclusions she decided to finally decide on a teaching degree. A talk with the master of the school and countless recommendation letters from her teachers she was told that once she had a degree she would get a permanent teaching job at the college.

So, in the end, Loki started to settle. She celebrated with the rest of the city that the war was over and danced alongside the civilians and soldiers that had returned from war after so long. She started to greet her neighbors and she knew who was marrying and who was expecting a child. She comforted people from the college when their brothers, fathers, uncles, cousins, boyfriends, husbands weren’t coming back from war.

She studied every night and when she ran out of books from the school’s library she branched out in order to read other books other than science. She fell in love with the poetry of Midgard and often wrote her own in her notebooks.

Under the guidance counselors advice she took a few electives that had nothing to do with her teaching degree or science courses. In the end she choose art classes that helped her to learn to draw and soon enough her apartment was filled with paintings that were finished and half finished.

And if she had chosen painting if only because Steve had been good at it as well, well. No one had to know that she was still trying to feel a bit closer to him despite him being gone.

She learned how to cook, she had to because for the first time in her life she didn’t have anyone else to do it for her, and was pleased with her results after a few failed attempts. She bought her groceries on the weekends and the teachers that she was working for she helped to grade the papers and the tests.

When it was questioned on why she didn’t attend church on Sunday she lied for the first time since she had settled in New York that the churches around her simply didn’t feel right to her and it was quickly put to rest.

There were a few attempts to get her to date, someone’s brother or single friend or cousin, however each time fell through. The wound from losing Steve was still too fresh and she had no desire to get that close to another human being once more and face this again.

A few months before she would obtain her teaching degree, she hadn’t even realized just how much time had passed and she most certainly couldn’t believe that a few years had passed, she was in her apartment sketching out a detailed human body and attempting to do it only by memory although she did have her book beside her with the page marked down if she needed the help.

A knock at her door brought her out of her thoughts. Frowning slightly she put her pencil down on her notes and stood. Walking to the door she didn’t bother to look through the hole and opened it. She froze when she saw who it was.

Howard Stark grinned at her and spread his arms.

“Loki Odinsdottir.” he said ominously. “I am here to invite you to a super-secret organization called The Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division.” He made a face then. “We need a new and shorter name though.”

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