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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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The MC is a Valkyrie

Demigod MC Series: Intro

Greek: Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia, Nyx

Norse: Valkyrie

A bit of a change of pace this time! No worries, I'm not done with the Greeks or anything. I just had this idea and wanted to get it out.

Valkyries aren't really demigods, but are a part of Norse myth as the minor divinities that help choose and deliver fallen warriors to Valhalla to join the ranks of the einherjar (the souls who will fight when Ragnarok comes). Valkyries are depicted as women who are fierce warriors in their own right. Despite their place as the gatekeepers of the Chosen, they've been said to sometimes take heroes and mortals as lovers or take residence in Midgard posing as daughters of royals/nobility.

Lucifer

At first, they thought they grabbed an heiress - which would have been bad enough - but then the MC grew wings, drew a spear, and asked who among them wanted a glorious death...

How hard is it to find ONE damn human on Earth? Isn't that realm supposed to be full of them??

Diavolo was thankfully able to talk their winged friend down from skewering Asmo and accepting the exchange on behalf of the human wo-… Midgard.

Living with a Valkyrie is different for sure. The MC is a proud woman who takes her role very seriously and she's seemingly deemed him and his brothers as candidates for einherjar (despite being demons).

He's tried many, many times to explain to her that they're not interested, but she's unconvinced. Now the MC watches his brothers like a hawk waiting to cart one of them off to Valhalla! Any mortal wound could be an excuse...

He's had to save Beel and Satan twice from getting dragged to that infernal palace… For whatever reason, she seems to have taken to them the most. Is it old Norse culture to favor the brash and strong? He has no idea...

At the very least, she knows better than to try to drag him into her little plans. Though he's sure he could qualify for the einherjar (obviously, why wouldn't he?) he has no interest in leaving his life here behind.

To think he'd actually have to put surveillance on his own brothers for their safety… But they're not going to get drafted into some ancient Norse war, not if he can help it.

Mammon

She’s an heiress… An heiress!!

Well, her human world identity is an heiress to a well-respected (and rather magical) rich family but that still technically counts! She’s crazy loaded back there! He’s in love!!

The only problem is that in the Devildom she doesn’t have a cent.

… and the fact that she keeps trying to get him killed. That’s also a problem.

In a way, things are not as bad and exactly as bad as that sounds. The MC apparently wants him to go to Valhalla (dope) but she can’t just take him there… He technically has to die in some kind of “vallent battle” first.

Her solution? Pick fights with nearly anything that moves and drag him into it!

Honestly, it’s pretty annoying… Sometimes he just wants to have a fun night out without getting into a barfight, you know??

At least the MC can handle herself… Hell, he was her "babysitter" but she barely even needed him. A lesser demon once made the bad idea of trying to cup her ass and lost a hand for his trouble…

Though, what this amounts to is the MC starting something then fighting alongside him like back-to-back badasses while looking for any excuse to scoop him up and fly him to Asgard!

Why does he put up with this? Well for starters human world rich is still rich, all he has to do is get himself a portal then he's living the high life! And secondly, well… what's the harm?

Sure, she technically wants him dead but he's the secondborn! The list of people who can take him down is so slim that it's not like he's in any danger. She even fights with him so things are a piece of cake!

Is this a case where he's 100% more forgiving because she's rich? Yes. Absolutely. But a golddigger's gotta eat somehow, right?

Leviathan

Is it weird to be jealous over someone not wanting you to die...?

Okay, that's an oversimplification but Levi can’t help but feel snubbed that the MC doesn’t have any interest in taking him to Asgard. Like, none! And why not??

He’s strong! He’s tough! He’s part snake too! Don’t the Nords have a thing about that? Like, there’s a giant snake they’re all worried about?? Maybe he could communicate with it!

Logically, Levi knows that he really shouldn’t press her on this… MC is pretty much a Grim Reaper with a Norse coat of paint and Asgard doesn’t really sound like his speed. No anime, no video games, not even cable! It’s just eat, train, and drink all day… Ew.

But still… What makes him an odd one out?

At best, she just knows he wouldn't be happy there. At worst, she's underestimating his skill… or maybe she's gauged him just right? He's always known he was weak!! 😫

Oh well... at least she's not a bore to be around. Far from it. She treats EVERYTHING like a life or death trial - he's pretty sure that if he challenged her to rock, paper, scissors she'd commend him for his bravery and swear on her sisters that she won't lose.

He once made the mistake of inviting her and Simeon for a game of Devil Party and they both got so into it that they nearly had a duel to the death as a tiebreaker…

Thank Devil that the game had a pre-programmed minigame for that kind of thing… It would have gotten messy otherwise.

Well, even if his other brothers go to Asgard, he can just chill out here with Lucifer and Asmo… right…? Actually, no, that sounds horrible! MC, he changes his mind!! Take him too!!! 😭

Satan

How many times does he have to say that he doesn’t want to go to Asgard?!?

Well, okay that’s not entirely true. Out of scientific curiosity, seeing the godly realm of the old Nords would be fascinating but he doesn’t want to stay, which the MC seems to have trouble understanding…

He’s not even sure why she's singled him out for einherjar status… Any one of his brothers are powerful beings in their own right and he’s not particularly, uh, “even-tempered” himself...

His best guess is she saw him wipe out a handful of lesser demons at some point and declared him Ragnarok material. He always ends up throwing around at least three of those idiots a week so checks out…

If he's being honest, her very existence raises so many questions… Does this mean that Ragnarok is real? Will the human world be swallowed up by the sea? Will the gods of Asgard fight and die as a new world is established? When??

Unfortunately, the MC won't tell him when it all will come to pass (he suspects even she doesn't know) just that Loki will trigger it… Someone keep tabs on that guy.

Until then, he just has to put up with her attempts to convince him but his patience is wearing thin… He's pretty sure he threw a bookshelf at her once but she caught it anyway so yeah...

He did challenge her to a proper duel too but… well let's say she's a Valkyrie for a reason and leave it at that. (Being saved by Lucifer was so humiliating… He's done here, move on already!!)

Asmodeus

First things first, she's gorgeous. Beautiful! Divine! (Literally 🤭)

Now that that's out of the way… She may also have a screw or two loose.

Like, he gets it. She's a Valkyrie and snapping up strong souls is her thing but come on… Mammon? Really? Why would he get into Valhalla instead of him, huh??

Why can't he get to go to the beautiful afterlife of the old Norse with all their strapping warriors, lovely maidens, and endless partying?? It's not fair!!

Ugh… and now she's got him sounding like LEVI! How frustrating…

Well, it may not be that bad. According to MC, he'd have to do battle training in Valhalla and that wouldn't really agree with his beauty routine. Like dirt, sweat, blood, and muscles? No thanks! Not for him.

He asked MC if he could get some kind of pass, but no dice… Maybe he could still convince her to let him vacation there… Or go for a visit? Just one? Surely that couldn't be so bad right?? He's heard that Thor looks NOTHING like people think he does and he's so curious!!

The closest he's ever gotten was challenging the MC to a fashion contest for a visit, but he dropped that idea quick when she proposed that they somehow include a wrestling match in the dressing room (and he knows she didn't mean the fun kind...)

As much as he'd love to get skin-to-skin with MC, the idea of getting locked in a chokehold was less appealing for some reason. 🤔

Ah well, he'll just have to make due admiring her wonderful body clothed for the time being… There's something to be said about muscular ladies, no?

Beelzebub

So she’s almost convinced him to join the einherjar like twice now…

He’s not the best at making decisions when he’s hungry and the MC keeps hyping up the food… Apparently it’s really good up there and MC says that she’s never seen an empty platter... Just thinking about it makes his stomach do backflips.

Thankfully for him, Lucifer usually steps in before Beel can sign his soul away and reminds him that he can’t just abandon the family for a meal, even if it is a feast.

You'd think he'd be annoyed but Beel isn't really bothered by her habit of trying to bring everyone to Asgard. At least not on a personal level.

Like Lucifer, he doesn't want to see his family broken up so he'd rather she wouldn't… But she's a Valkyrie right? It's what she does. It's not like she can help it.

In a weird way, he also thinks she means well. She just respects them and wants them to have a good afterlife. It would be kind of sweet if they didn't have to die for it first…

If he's being honest, he's not that worried about it anyway. His family is pretty tough, not a lot in the Devildom can take them down. As long as they're careful, everybody should be alright. 🙂

Maybe he could get MC to make some Valhallan food for them in the Devildom… Or he could get one of those immortality apples?? Though those would extend his life wouldn't they…? Oh well...

Belphegor

Belphie's attempt to kill the MC went something like this:

Belphie: *switches to his demon form* "I can't believe you actually trusted me!"

MC: *blinks* "Oh. So you want to challenge me then?"

Belphie: "What?"

MC: "Ah, now I see! You want to fight to prove your valor then die by my hand??"

Belphie: "What are yo-??"

MC: *summons wings and golden spear* "I like your spunk, demon!! Fight me with all you have and perhaps I'll take you to Valhalla! May you join us in our fight as a brother!!"

Belphie: "What the hell are you talking about!?!"

To his credit, he put up a good fight and probably would have gotten into Asgard if Lucifer hadn't intervened to save his life.

It can be said that the MC's Valkyrie-hood took Belphie completely by surprise. Sure, he thought she was a little weird for a "human" but challenging him to a duel to the death? That came out of nowhere!

His uneasiness about her only grew after he found out that she's been literally trying to get Beel killed! How in the world were his brothers so relaxed about this?? She's insane!!

So say what you will about the MC, but she's managed to do the impossible. She got Lucifer and Belphie to make up and work together on something! (i.e. making sure she doesn't send them all to their deaths)

Between Lucifer monitoring his brothers and Belphie watching the MC, they'll keep everybody in the Devildom where they belong. That's a promise!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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neverending-space · 4 years

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Get away (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Part 1

Description: What happens when a certain blonde rich kid has to spend the summer with you and your muggle family? It can’t be that bad... right?

A/N: The story is set in 2019 and you and Draco are about to go into 4th year. Sorry for the shit writing.

Warnings: None

Part 2

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You sat on your couch watching Brooklyn 99, waiting for your dad to get home from the airport. You see, earlier that month, your parents had told you that they were bringing a sort of “foreign exchange student” into the house for the summer. Apparently he also went to Hogwarts, so he would spend summer with you and your family then both of you would go to London and get whisked off to school. Great. You desperately hope that it wasn’t Crabbe or Goyle (or Cedric Diggory, a soon to be 7th year Hufflepuff who you fancied a little bit). They had not told you who it was, only that he was a he, for fear of you “throwing yourself off a bridge from anxiety”, to be fair, you probably would’ve done that, in fact, you wanted to do that right now! Despite being muggles (except you of course), your family was quite rich and well respected in the Wizarding community. You sang the intro song loudly to distract yourself from your thoughts, until you heard the car pull in. Bloody amazing. Great. Can’t wait. You thought, hurriedly putting away your IPad. There was a knocking on the door and (S/n) came sprinting towards the entrance room. The screeching of “Daddy!” rang in the air as you unsuccessfully tried to make your hair stop being annoying. As soon as your guest entered the house, your blood ran cold. “(Y/n)! I’m sure you know Draco!” Your dad smiled at you. Luckily, you were a good actor. Putting on the most realistic smile you could muster, you helped the pale, tall, annoyingly handsome asshole to your room (which you two were sharing). “This is fucking great. Wow. So excited. I get to spend the rest of my miserable summer with you.” You muttered, closing your door. “Nice room (L/n), like Sherlock then.” He sneered. “Oh no, I hate the show. Benedict Cumberbatch is the worst. That’s why I have all this shit.” You gesture towards all the posters and other memorabilia dedicated to the show in your room, tone full of sarcasm. “I knew your parents were muggles, but this place is… hateful!” He shuttered, looking around once more. “Mhm, I’m sure my parents would love to hear that! You will be a nice boy won’t you?” You patted his shoulder and he gave a low growl. Fuck. That’s actually really hot. You scrunch your face up in disgust at your own thoughts, and continued talking. “Now. We need some ground rules- don’t roll your eyes, you know it’s true- Okay. I don’t want my parents to know that you're a complete asshole, and I’m sure you don’t either. So while we’re around my family- we are friends.” Draco hesitantly muttered “Agreed” under his breath as you wrote on your whiteboard (which previously had had the word LAUGH on it): Rule 1: Friends when muggles are around. You raised your eyebrows in question and gestured towards the board. “Don’t bring up my parents. I don’t want to think about them.” You nodded and wrote that down. Rule 2: No Malfoy talk. Without hesitating, you also add: No-no words: Mudblood, any other slurs towards muggles, swearing (sorry) “Anything else?” You asked, looking at him. Melodramatically rolling his eyes, he shakes his head. “Good.”

After silently unpacking his stuff, your mum called you for dinner. “This is delicious (M/n)! Thank you both so much for having me here!” Wow! You thought. Draco is so good at kissing ass! Who knew! Both your parents smiled kindly and accepted his thanks. After an awkward dinner, you pulled Draco into your room and sat him on the couch. “We are going to watch all of the Marvel movies in chronological order and you are not going to complain.” You stood in front of him, hands on your hips. “Merlin’s beard! This is going to be torture!” He complained, pulling at his hair. You loaded up Captain America: First Avenger and sat down next to him. Halfway through Captain Marvel, your dad came into the room with two bowls of ice cream. “Thanks Dad!” You said, and Draco muttered his thanks as well.

“WHAT?!” Draco yelled. He had taken a liking to Loki and was raging about Odin. You chuckled lightly and Draco shot you another one of his famous glares. Your cat (who happened to be named Loki) sat down on Draco’s lap. “Aw, he likes you!” Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance which you returned with a cheeky smile.

Things continued like this throughout the following weeks. You two would pretend to be buds while around other people but when you were alone, you would either watch a movie or some tv show (Draco always insisted on either Marvel or Lucifer) ignore each other completely, or he would make fun of you and the stuff you liked. This all changed when your family was invited to go visit a friend who owned a private lake. You weren’t very fond of swimming, but the promise of a paddle board all to yourself was very enticing. The thought of being Draco-less in the middle of a lake calmed your mind.

You were laying on top of your paddle board when suddenly something pulled you in. As soon as you got to the surface you heard laughter. “Draco what the fuck dude! I thought I’d be safe!” He momentarily paused because you had never called him ‘Draco’ without anyone around. But started up again as you clambered onto the board. “You’re never safe (L/n)! Mwahahaha!” He leaned his arms on your board and looked at you with a shit eating grin. You rolled your eyes at the child beside you. Without asking, he hoisted himself up and sat next to you. This gave you a momentary chance to see his toned body in full glory. You hated that you were physically attracted to Draco, you really did, but it’s not like you chose to! The only people you told were Hermione and Luna, luckily they both understood. “You know, you’re not so bad when you’re quiet.” You looked up at Draco, who was looking at you with mischief in his eyes. Was it just your imagination, or was he leaning closer? You could feel your cheeks burning up, by the huge smirk on his face, it was obvious he noticed as well. Your brain was in overdrive, you couldn’t think, and the next thing you know, Draco is back in the water. He breaks into hysterics. “Y-your face! Merlin (L/n)! Ha!! It’s so red! You’re such an idiot!!” Great… You think.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy #harry potter #x reader #slytherpride #fanfic #draco malfoy x reader

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dustedmagazine · 3 years

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Listed: Dr. Pete Larson

Dr. Pete Larson runs Dagoretti Records now, he’s gotten there by an unusually long and winding road. Earlier in his career, Larson fronted 25 Suaves and Couch and ran BULB records. He also trained as an epidemiologist and spent time in Kenya studying the transmission of malaria. While in Kenya, he developed an interest in a lute-like eight-stringed instrument called a nyatiti and studied it with the master player Oduor Nyagweno. All these interests collide in a striking first album from Dr. Pete Larson and His Cytotoxic Nyatiti Band, where the nyatiti “cuts through a haze of electric rock distortion, pinging rhythmically and restlessly against floating euphorias of ululating vocals,” per Jennifer Kelly’s review. Here he lists some favorites from several continents.

I have been asked to create one of these lists for Dusted and here’s what I came up with. Making these lists is kind of difficult. I have a hard time remembering what I’ve been listening to at any moment, but here is a collection of old and new that get frequent airplay in my home. I play a Kenyan lyre, so this heavily leans toward lyre and harps and East African music in general, with some other choice cuts thrown in.

Musicians Of The National Dance Company Of Cambodia — Homrong (Real World Records)

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I think I got this record (CD) back in the early 90s when I was selling music to Caroline Records. A friend sent me a box of CD promos, most of which wasn’t very interesting, but fortunately, this one was included. I don’t really know anything about Cambodian music, but for some reason, this collection of mid-tempo Cambodian court jamz plays every couple of months. Lots of weird sort of lurching rhythms and chorus singing with an erhu like instrument over it. A great listen.

Maleem Mahmoud Ghania w/ Pharoah Sanders — Trance of the Seven Colors

The Trance Of Seven Colors by Maleem Mahmoud Ghania w/ Pharoah Sanders

Trance inducing this is. Maleem Mahmoud Ghania is (was) one of the 20th century masters of Moroccan Gnawa music, a sort of spiritual, bass-heavy, rolling kind of music of Morocco. Any recording by Maleem Mahmoud is going to impress, but this mash of up of Gnawa with the great Pharoah Sanders is another level. If you are familiar with Gnawa music, it is a little disorienting to hear Sanders howl over the slow burn trance jamz but you are quickly drawn into what a perfect matchup this ended up being. Released on CD in the 90s, it fortunately has finally gotten a proper vinyl release.

Momoyama Harue — “Lullaby for the mother demon’s baby” (桃山晴衣* ‎– 鬼の女の子守唄)

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I was playing the shamisen for a while (a three stringed lute from Japan) and found Momoyama Harue as part of my research. Shamisen is kind of a folky instrument for drinking parlors and entertainment of old Japan. The instrument and the music was nearly dead but saw a revival in the 1960s, similar to folk revivals in the US that brought the banjo back. Momoyama, however, was kind of an outlier, more arty than folky, and more poetry than song. Rather than box the music in an imagined past or try to hopelessly smash it into amplified rock music, she pushed it forward, blending it with ambient synth along with Indian and Middle Eastern musics. One of her best collaborations was with the great Egyptian oud player Hamza el Din that was nearly dead until the 1960s. All of the songs on this record are haunting (as the title suggests), but these tracks with el Din are truly singular. I have been searching for a vinyl copy of this record for years; one day I’ll get lucky.

Lucas Odote — “J. Oreng”

Nyatiti Singles Volume 1 by Lucas Odote

I spent several years in Kenya learning to play the nyatiti, an eight stringed lyre historically played by a group of people in an area around Lake Victoria. I also spent time collecting records, searching for hours in dusty boxes for Kenyan traditional music records. One of my best finds was at Jimmy’s Records in Kenyatta Markets, this record by the great Nairobi based nyatiti player Lucas Odote. Most nyatiti records are just a guy playing solo and more ethno than funky. But this one seems to be Lucas teaming up with what I think to be Nairobi funksters, the Loki Toki Tok band. At least that’s what I can guess. My copy is beat to hell. It took some doing to get some sound out of it, but this is one of my faves in my collection.

Siti Muharam — Siti of Unguja (Romance Revolution On Zanzibar)

Siti of Unguja (Romance Revolution On Zanzibar) by Siti Muharam

I swear I saw Siti Muharam sing on the deck of a hotel bar while vacation in Zanzibar several years ago. I can’t be certain, but I am pretty sure it was her singing for the band I saw. The traditional form of Taarab music is something to be experienced. Taarab music comes from the Arab coast of East Africa, and is this fantastic mix of local feel and Arab sounds, overlapped with heart wrenching songs of lost love and longing. I think there are some foreigners involved in this production, but this is an excellent document of Taarab music at its best.

Grandmaster Masese — “Orogena rwa Baba”

Grandmaster Masese: New African Soundz Singles No.1 by Grandmaster Masese

It might be gauche to put records from your own label on a list like this, but I am first a music fan and second a musician and third a music seller… so this one stays. G-master is a friend of mine from Kenya and one of the best humans I know. One of just a handful of people who play the Obokano, a giant 8 stringed lyre that emits an unforgettable sub-bass buzzing sound and this was his first release in the US and one of my favorite records ever. We recorded this in his kitchen in Nairobi with just a couple of mics over dinner. G is a cool guy. You should listen to his music.

Yagi Michiyo — Seventeen

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Yagi is another Japanese musician who specializes in what one would think is a “traditional” instrument, but who brings much more to the table than one would expect. Yagi is a koto player by training. You have probably heard koto in the background music for scenes of Japan in American movies. The version you hear there is mostly lifeless and flat, kind of like a plastic chair in the corner. Yagi, however, plays the 17 string bass koto, invented in the 1920s or so, to try and give new life to the instrument. Yagi creates weird percussive, dissonant music that I can’t really get enough of.

Asnakech Worku (featuring Hailu Mergia) — Asnakech

Asnakech by Asnakech Worku

Asnakech Worku was a lot of things; pioneer, actress, but most notably a female Krar player. Certainly there might have been other female Krar players in Ethiopia at the time, but Krar players are mostly men. The Krar is a lyre from Ethiopia, mostly played with one hand, though there are several playing styles out there. Worku plays haunting sounds on her Krar on this record, backed up by famous Ethiopian keyboardist Hailu Mergia, who really needs no intro.

Ogola Opot — “Domtila Ogola”

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This will probably be the only 78 on this list. Ogola Opot is considered the grandfather of the Kenyan nyatiti, coming to prominence in the 1960s and 70s, and creating the genre we know as Siaya style “traditional nyatiti.” If someone asks me what nyatiti music sounds like, this is probably where I would have people start. I include this first because it is a great record and second because it was my holy grail for a while (though I always have new holy grails) and managed to find a pristine copy for sale from a place in France recently. I am not going to say how much I paid for it.

Sosena Gebre Eyesus — S/T (Little Axe Records)

Sosena Gebre Eyesus by Sosena Gebre Eyesus

I bought this record off the net because I am a huge fan of Begena music, this haunting, trance inducing music from Ethiopia that appears to be the go-to for Ethiopian Christians… but this record explained nothing of that. Just a picture of a lady with a begena and no other info…. It took me a while to put together what the record was and where it came from, but the sounds contained within are impeccable. Just 40 minutes of weird undersea tones on a giant bass lyre.

#dusted magazine #listed #dr. pete larson #Dagoretti Records #Musicians Of The National Dance Company Of Cambodia #maleem mahmoud ghania #pharoah sanders #momoyama harue #lucas odote #siti muharam #grandmaster masese #yagi michiyo #asnakech worku #hailu mergia #Ogola Opot #sosena gebre eyesus

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lelliefant · 5 years

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It was just a weird coincidence (okay, two weird coincidences) with my post on the Loki TV series.

I have to say something about this because it kinda freaks me out.

1. About 4 days ago I posted my fanfic idea of how the Loki series should start:

https://lelliefant.tumblr.com/post/185417865297/loki

2. Then, 2 days ago, Marvel unveiled the first pre-production image of the Loki series:

3. And then yesterday, the tragic helicopter accident in Midtown Manhattan happened.

First Coincidence: The Date

In the new series, Loki is supposed to be showing up in various places on Earth, at different times throughout human history. For my fan version of the Loki show intro, I picked Midtown Manhattan in 1972.

The first image from the show has Loki in a city that’s clearly from the ‘70s. Behind him is a movie marquee for Jaws, which came out in 1975.

With all of human history to choose from, I pegged the date to within 3 years!

Second Coincidence: The Location

Trigger Warning: Discussion of the deadly helicopter crash in Manhattan ahead, but it does not get into gory details.

In my fan version of the Loki series intro, I had the camera view careen wildly around Manhattan, then pass the Ed Sullivan Theater. Then, the camera view curves around the block and up one block, to a fictional club I made up as the location where we would find Loki.

I didn’t specify the street numbers in the story, but according to the narrative we are clearly one block over and one block up from the Ed Sullivan theater.

The Ed Sullivan Theater is a real place in Midtown Manhattan. I chose to mention it in my story as a landmark because it was in existence in 1972 as well as today. It’s on Broadway between 53rd and 54th Streets. (Broadway runs between 7th and 8th Avenues.)

The helicopter in yesterday’s unfortunate crash reportedly flew wildly around Manhattan until it crash landed on a building on 7th Ave. between 51st and 52nd Streets.

This is one block over and one block up from the Ed Sullivan Theater.

Out of any possible location in the world, I chose EXACTLY this spot in Midtown Manhattan for the location where we would find Loki.

Okay, so...

I’ve never even been to New York City. I googled a map of Manhattan 4 days ago and picked that spot because it was kinda near where Studio 54 was in the ‘70s, and I was going for a Studio 54 vibe in my story.

I’m not psychic; I swear. I could not tell you what card you’re holding or predict an earthquake.

I wrote my version of the Loki intro and posted it only here, on Tumblr.

I don’t think someone read my post and then decided to get in a helicopter and act out the story. I just don’t have that much of a Tumblr presence!

This is just a pair of coincidences, though the second one is extreme and disturbing.

Of course, I wish the crash hadn’t happened, and I am so sorry for the pilot’s loved ones. I don’t mean any disrespect by dragging this very serious, deadly event into a discussion about a fictional TV show. I just can’t get over the coincidence.

I literally put my finger on the map where this tragic event was to happen about 3 days later. I had never looked closely at a map of Manhattan before in my life. (I was basically familiar with the layout of NYC because of 9/11 and other news events.)

Does this coincidence give anybody else a chill?

Note: Please don’t ask me to give you a psychic reading or anything. I swear, it’s not me.

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jennathearcher · 5 years

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🔥 Marvel Cinematic Universe

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

Since these two topic are super related I’m gonna lump them in together so HERE WE GO PREPARE YOURSELVES.

I’ll start with the MCU. Now, obligatory disclaimer: once upon a time, I loved the MCU. I loved it SO MUCH. My dorm room was practically wallpapered with pictures of Loki. I wrote SO MUCH FANFICTION. I was OBSESSED. But time goes on, and people grow and change as people, and so do the things they like, or used to like.

That being said, speaking in a general sense, I think the MCU is super overrated. THAT BEING SAID there are movies from the MCU that I still absolutely love, and will love for a long time to come (i.e. the first two Thor movies, both Guardians films). But AS A WHOLE I think the MCU has kind of fallen from grace in terms of quality, and even though some of their more recent films have been great (i.e. Ant-Man and the Wasp, and Black Panther holy shit that movie came out THIS YEAR WHAT THE HELL), the films focusing on the main Avengers have majorly decreased in quality.

Furthermore, I utterly LOATHE the effect that the MCU has had on superhero films as a whole. Any movie that doesn’t fit the mold is immediately vilified, and the MCU is suddenly held up as a gold standard for superhero films when in fact they are their own separate thing and should be treated as such.

I also think that the series has gotten too big and too ambitious and too long in the tooth. I’m a complete nerd so I understand the appeal of a shared universe, but people shouldn’t have to sit through 400 movies just to have the appropriate context for one. Not even getting into the 50 different Netflix shows either which have the exact same problem.

Plus I haven’t even gotten INTO the sheer AUDACITY that was Infinity War. That was a fucking SHITSHOW.

SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY IN CASE ANYONE STILL CARES AAAAAH

Without even getting into the reactions from the fans, like...there are children watching these movies. I’m gonna say it again: CHILDREN. ARE. WATCHING. THESE. MOVIES. How the fuck do you think they felt seeing some of their favorite characters TURN TO FUCKING DUST at the END OF THE MOVIE??? THEY HAVEN’T READ THE COMICS. THEY’RE NOT GONNA KNOW THAT THEY’RE NOT ACTUALLY DEAD. LITERALLY NO HUMAN BEING WANTS TO WATCH A SUPERHERO MOVIE WHERE THE BAD GUY WINS AT THE END.

That was literally just an excuse to drag out the series for a few more movies and make even more money off the target demographic. I feel like I’ve been TRICKED, because now I LITERALLY HAVE NO CHOICE but to go and see Endgame because if I don’t, then that’s the ending forever.

ANYWAY putting the MCU aside, let’s get into superhero movies as a whole. I FUCKING LOVE SUPERHERO MOVIES. THEY’RE SO EPIC AND FULL OF ESCAPISM AND LUSH VISUALS AND AMAZING CHARACTERS AND EXCITEMENT THAT’S WHY I GET SO FIRED UP ABOUT THESE THINGS. I grew up watching the animated Batman and Justice League shows. I loved The Incredibles as a kid. But believe it or not, my intro to live-action, adult superhero movies was WATCHMEN.

I skipped over the Spider-Mans, the X-Mens, the Daredevils and Blades and Fantastic Fours and skipped straight to MOTHERFUCKING WATCHMEN. Which...in retrospect completely foreshadowed my love for the DCEU but ANYWAY

SPEAKING OF THE DCEU

THOSE MOVIES ARE NOWHERE NEAR AS BAD AS EVERYONE SEEMS TO THINK THEY ARE IF ANYTHING THEY’RE BETTER THAN ANYTHING MARVEL HAS PUT OUT IN THE PAST THREE YEARS

I legit do not understand why people hate those movies so much like do you hate fun???? And good film-making???? And uniqueness????

I 100% credit Batman v Superman for this, because it came out right before Civil War did and it made me realize that there is SO MUCH MORE OUT THERE than the hyper-processed garbage Marvel has been spewing out, and then that opened the door for Suicide Squad which CHANGED MY FUCKING LIFE I SWEAR TO YOU I LOVE THAT MOVIE MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD sure I can admit that other movies in the DCEU like BVS and Wonder Woman are objectively better but SuSq will always be my favorite just on a personal level

Anyway this is getting very very long and I’m having trouble properly articulating my feelings aaaaah but IN CONCLUSION

I love superhero movies so much, just some more than others; and while I like the MCU I think it’s nowhere near as good as a whole as people think it is and that other movies like the DC films and X-Men movies and stuff like Venom and Into the Spider-Verse deserve way more love and attention than the MCU

*Luke Skywalker voice* it’s time for the MCU to END.

#gellavonhamster #Anonymous #ooc #long post

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It Smells Like Rain. Part 1

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve written for MCU, so honestly a lot of stuff is gonna be weird. I kinda mixed universes and make mentions to things that have happened because those movies are too good to not? I promised my friend @aurasphereriolu2 I would write this so I hope you enjoy this Thor x gender neutral reader.

Warnings: Swearing, puns, not much else honestly?

Word count: 6,855

Your nose instinctively scrunched up when you stepped out of the sleek, nondescript, black car that took you into the city. The driver stepped out as well, along with your new sorta boss, Nick Fury. “It smells disgusting here.” You almost felt like gagging, the swirling scent of smog screamed into your nostrils. Nick let out a chuckle that didn’t really suit his character. “You’ll get used to it.” He motioned for you to follow him and the driver into the Avengers tower. You adjusted the band on your fingerless gloves as you all made it past security and into a reflective elevator. You decided to break the silence, “So, got any tips for a newbie?” You said with a hint of sarcasm. But Fury seemed to actually ponder that question. “If you don’t break anything and are okay with dark humor, you’re in with Tony. Just be nice to both of our local spiders and neither should have a problem with you. Don’t be an asshole to Cap. Keep it calm with Bruce and Barnes. And just exist around Thor, then you should be fine.” “Wow, last one sure sounded easy.” You snorted. “He is.” The elevator dinged, sliding open its doors to reveal a spacious room. Extremely modern, stylish, and only semi professional. You were surprised the room was empty, that’s a rare sight for a place that’s supposed to be extra protective. “Alright kids, you know I called a meeting, get your asses in gear.” Fury’s voice shifted to being almost as dramatic as his jacket. Seriously, that thing cannot be too practical. It sure looks cool though...I kinda want one. It only takes a few moments for the room to fill with people. The first of which being the famous Spider-Man. “Sorry! I had to find my mask!” He lets out a charismatic laugh. Why do I feel the strange urge to protect him with my life? Next is the Captain himself, with a sweet grin and some semblance of facial hair going on. “Hello! I’d like to welcome you to the Av-“ he’s soon cut off by another man, Tony Stark. “That would be my line, Colonel Purple Mountains Majesty.” He takes a bite of a...peach? Is that just a straight up peach? “Don’t steal my thunder.” “And you shouldn’t steal mine!” A booming voice echos from down the hall as a tall, blond man comes behind Tony and puts a strong arm around him. You recognize him as Thor. He’s bigger? In person? Weird. “Can we stop doing this cheesy lead up as a way to cleverly introduce ourselves? You all are giving me a migraine.” Black Widow says with disdain as she strolls in through a different hallway, reading something on a hologram tablet. “I’ll second that.” Bruce Banner mumbles as he adjusts his glasses. Has he...slept? Recently? He looks like he’s dying a little bit. Bruce looks around. “Where are the others at?” “Probably getting into trouble.” Thor sighs with a smile on his face. You cannot read what emotion he’s feeling. “Hopefully the good doctor isn’t.” Tony rolled his eyes. “Alright, enough of family sitcom intro sequence, I don’t care where the hell the others are because they aren’t my responsibility. We have important matters to discuss.” Fury gesture a hand towards you, as if he were presenting you. “I’d like for you all to welcome our newest agent. On normal circumstances, you all would’ve met her already. But unfortunately, those aren’t our circumstances. This is Agent L/N. They’re here to help deal with our recent conundrum...” Fury trails off. “Oh! You mean Metalhead?” Spider-Man suggests. “That is...not the name we were going with but yes, Metalhead.” You can’t see the facial expressions on whoever is wearing that mask but you can feel him smirking. Tony walks over to you in confident but effortless stride. Everything about him seemed very natural and blasé. You were surprised by the fact that apparently he enjoyed Metallica, at least that’s what his shirt suggested. “So what’s your deal? I need to come up with a clever nickname.” And apparently he’s extremely self aware. He extended his hand to you. “Got a name?” “Y/N.” You shook his hand with a firm grip before Fury answered his earlier questions. “Agent L/N is going to aiding you in your pursuit against ‘Metalhead’. I picked them specifically for the job because- well, maybe I should let them show you.” After hearing multiple people agree, you were ushered over to the center of the room with everyone surrounding you in a circle. You took the glove off your dominant hand and let in a deep breath. At least the air in here is a little cleaner... You looked around the room for a good place. Thor took especial interest in what you were doing. Finally you found something that wouldn’t break. You spotted a bonsai tree by the large window and gently showed your hand in its direction. The veins in your arm began to glow and in an instant, the bonsai began to grow rapidly. Spider-Man latched onto the wall near the elevator as he gasped in surprise. You took slow steps toward the shaping tree. A branch lowered itself down to you and allowed you to step onto the trunk. It didn’t buckle under your weight because of your infused power. You waved your hand and the tree extended, moving you back to the center of the circle. Everyone was thoroughly surprised by the realization. “You’re a mutant?” Widow asked. Banner seemed confused. “Wait, why a mutant? Aren’t they kinda a different department or something?” He asked, eyes squinted. “Well I’m not a teenager anymore, and let’s just say that the whole setting doesn’t fit me anymore.” You could tell everyone wanted you to elaborate but instead you hopped off the bonsai and waved it away. The tree twisted and shrank back down to its original size, looking completely untouched. “Looks like we got a second green thumb around here.” Tony pointed out. “I hate that.” Cap said with a grimace. “Get them accustomed to the area and I’ll check back in tomorrow so we can go over plans. Tony, play nice, we need them for this.” With that, Fury left with the elevator. “I’d offer to show you around but Bucky asked to train with me after the meeting. Call me Steve, by the way.” I’m gonna call him Rogers. You thought as he quickly left the room.

“Same here, the big guy and I have some-“ Tony pauses. “Spidey, cover your ears.” You raise an eyebrow when you actually see Spider-Man cover the sides of his head with his hands. “Some science shit to work on.” He signals for the ear covering to stop.

“You don’t have to do that y’know? Swearing isn’t a big deal.”

“The fact that you call it swearing means I’m right in my decisions.” Tony pays Bruce’s shoulder and the both of them turn around and open the door to an all glass lab.

“It was nice to meet you, Y/N! I have to go work on my suit for a bit, but I’ll be back later to pick your brain!” And with that, he bounced out of the room. He sure is enthusiastic. You turned your attention to the blonde woman in the outfit that matched her personality.

“I just don’t wanna do it. Big, dumb, blonde idiot, you blabber to her for a bit.” She barely looked up from the screen. Thor let out a hearty laugh.

“Don’t mind her, you get used to her.”

“She’s charming.” Though I suppose I’d be in the same mood if this was my everyday. Thor gave you his hand. You slid your glove back on before shaking his hand. His grip was surprisingly gentle for someone so...that.

“My name is Thor Odinson. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Likewise.” You took a deep breath through the nose and suddenly were caught off guard. What’s that...smell? “Rain?” You pondered out loud. Your hand fell back to your side as Thor clapped both his together with a bright smile on his face.

“Ah, you smell that? You must have a good nose, I never hear people comment on that.” He seemed almost excited that someone caught on. “I’m the god of thunder, the scent comes with the deal.” You fell silent for a moment.

“Oh, I’m gonna have to be around you A LOT!” You allowed yourself a sigh of relief. “Do you know how bad the city smells? I hate it! I’m gonna need to set up a greenhouse here or something.”

“Well I can provide the rain if you have an open roof.” Thor spike with delight

“Think Stark will be okay with this?”

“I’d wager so, he’s usually fine with most of our antics.”

“Well I need one anyway, can’t really sleep in a stuffy room with chemicals spilling around me.”

“Let me show you around, it’ll give you an excuse to figure out where your choice of stay will be.” You followed him around for a majority of the day, incidentally learning a lot about him with every floor.

“You seemed the least surprised about my whole, plant thing. Guess it’s not too weird in comparison to being a god.”

“That, and someone in my realm has that exact skill set. Asgard is quite the place.”

“Why is there a hole in the wall there?”

“That would be my brother, Loki. He had a bit of a rat incident, got stuck in the wall.”

“Wow…”

“Yeah, that’s my brother for ya.”

You were able to understand a general layout of the building and knew where your room was supposed to be. But you refused. You didn’t have much sent with you so managed to convince Thor to grab a few bags while you got all your potted plants and made your way to the only space that connected with the outside other than the ground itself. You were fully aware that this area was meant for the helipad but you didn’t care. Thor seemed rather confused, examining you as you flitted about the open, outdoor space.

“You...plan to sleep outside?”

“Fury obviously didn’t get the memo…”

“What memo?”

“I can’t exactly stay inside for too long.” You had him put all the stuff down so he could focus on what you were saying, since he was obviously still perplexed. You ungloved your hand once more to demonstrate. You usually tried to let nature take its course with your plants but for the sake of explanation, made an exception to your rule. With the opposite hand, you carefully extracted a piece of a succulent you were trying to propagate.

“My body is heavily in tuned with the natural world.” You paused and made sure he watched as you placed the small shred of green onto your naked palm. In an instant, the succulent began to grow, and it wasn’t long before it came to its full size. It took 2 seconds. “So much so that I can bring life to something that has long since past. But that comes with a few setbacks on my end.”

“What do you mean?”

“My body itself acts more similar to a plant than a flesh person. I need to be outside a surprising amount. I actually did sleep in the court yard back at Xavier’s. And if I’m being completely honest, my presence out here might help clean the air a bit.” Thor nodded along, he didn’t seem confused anymore, he actually looked quite pleased with what he learned.

“Well, that certainly is a wonderous ability to-“ his hand reaches for your own, the one that held the succulent. You panicked and dropped it to the ground, pulling your hand back just in time to escape Thor’s touch. You hastily put the glove back on as his own hand reeled back in surprise. “I apologize, I certainly did not mean to-“

“No, no! You’re fine, you are all good! Just...just don’t touch my bare hands. My fingers are okay but not my palms or the backs of my hands. Just a safety precaution.”

“Do you mind me asking why exactly?” His words were soft and curious.

“Well, my power generates from certain points on my body. My palms and the soles of my feet. I can pull the power to my fingers and stuff like that, but there’s no guarantee that bare contact won’t just turn whatever I touch into something more...organic? It isn’t intentional, it just happens and I never know when it’s coming so I always cover my palms.”

“That seems rather stressful…”

“Pfft, mine’s a summer breeze compared to some other mutants. As long I’m not stupid and you’re not stupid, it should be okay. Which neither of us are, nor anyone in this building from what I’d guess.” You laughed at your own statement. After all, some of the world’s greatest geniuses are here. But Thor seemed rather surprised by your statement. He quickly shook it off and his usual smile was brought to his face.

“Well, let’s go bother Stark in his lab, you do need somewhere to sleep!”

…

Your stay with the Avengers has been interesting to say the least. In the time you’ve been there, only 3 days, you have seen 5 windows shatter, a coffee machine literally implode, and have gotten stuck to the wall because Clint (who had just come back after some time off) decided to scare poor Spidey while you got caught in the crossfire of his reaction. There were plenty of good things to come of it though.

You did in fact get your greenhouse, that night actually. You didn’t expect Thor to be so persuasive, but you suppose it’s not too outlandish to see that. Spider-Boy (name pending) also kept to his word. He did find you the next day and ‘picked your brain’ for a bit. He was a nice kid, a smart one too. He never ran out of questions to ask you, but was always very polite about it.

Today, you were in your greenhouse. It wasn’t, gigantic or anything. Not nearly as grandiose as your one back at Xavier. You were glad they kept their word when you requested someone still take care of it. But you were just happy that you had something to work with. You took off your gloves and slid them into your back pocket. With a wave of your hand, two tree limbs exuded from your arms and pushed open the folding roof, careful to not break the glass. This by far was your favorite feature. The glass panes were good enough to allow proper sunlight but something about letting the sun into the small structure whenever you wanted was very nice.

As you got yourself busy, you became lost in thought. You were supposed to come here to help solve the ‘Metalhead’ problem but it hasn’t been talked about since your first day. Furthermore, he’s been keeping a low profile ever since you arrived, it was making you a bit anxious. You wondered what he could be planning. I should talk to Tony and Rogers about it when I get the chance.

“You’re up early!” You heard the voice of the young Spidey as he perched himself on the edge of the greenhouse.

“Early Bird gets the worm, yeah?”

“Oh, worm?” You facepalm. He laughs at your reaction.

“Are you ready to get to work?” For the past 2 days, Spidey has been dropping by to help you with your plants. Apparently he can’t take care of a regular plant to save his life.

“You bet!” He hopped down and put a pair of gloves on over his already covered hands, which never stopped being funny to you. You tried to change up which bed he took care of so that he would learn different things. Today you instructed him on how to care for the few small trees you had inside. One being a peach tree (under Stark’s request). Man likes his peaches, I guess.

The two of you were oddly silent when you worked. This was unusual for him at least because he always had a question to ask. Can you sleep inside? Yes. Why don’t you? Well, my body gets a lot of its energy from being outside in general. Are you telling me you go through photosynthesis? Sort of, the sun does play a part in it but being outside in general keeps me working. Winter is a bit of a struggle but I make it work. Do you need to eat? Yes, I do. Most of my energy comes from being outside but I am still a person. He’d ask a lot about your powers but also about your favorite movies and shows. He was happy to hear that you plan on sticking around in the city to help with air quality. How much clean air do you generate? Hmmm, last time I checked it was about the same amount as 10,000 trees. That’s a lot of damage! Yeah, it is. How exactly does that work? Well, trees can absorb harmful gases and pollutants in the air and filter clean air back out. My skin does the same thing. You almost didn’t notice him finally start talking while you pondered.

“Why do you do this?”

“Hm?” The question was vague but genuine.

“Why do you take care of plants by hand when you can summon them whenever you want?” That was a question nobody had really asked you before. It took you a second to find the right response.

“Well… Where’s the fun in that?” You paused what you were doing and turned to look at him. “There’s no satisfaction in just making something happen. You have to work for it, understand it, create it. My powers are in tuned with nature but I am not nearly as wondrous as the natural world. I just…” You turned back to the amazon lilies.

“Just what?” He asked shyly. You looked at him but continued to plant the lilies.

“You’re a smart boy, Spidey. Why is a smart guy like you asking so many questions?” This is what was really getting to you. Even with his mask on he looked nervous.

“So many of the Avengers are fantastical in some way.”

“Are you telling me you aren’t special right now? Because if you are, I swear, I WILL turn you into a willow tree!”

“I’m sorry! I guess it just...kinda gets to me sometimes? Please don’t turn me into any sort of non sentient organism.”

“Alright...but this is your only warning boy, I’m watching you! You better like yourself or I’ll get upset and you won’t like me when I’m upset!” Spidey made a pfffffffffft noise and laughed.

“You can’t just steal Bruce’s thing!”

“Shhhhhh, don’t tell me what I can and can’t do.” You smiled. He’s a good kid, he shouldn’t feel let down. You made a note to talk to Tony and Rogers about this too. Something made a frantic beeping noise.

“Oh! Sorry! My Aunt is calling. Think we can continue this later?”

“Sure thing, kiddo.” And with your go ahead, he did a sweet flip out of the greenhouse. Can he just not use doors? The curse of being Spider-Boy… you heard a knock on the glass door adjacent from you. In the doorway was the other reason the past few days had been so pleasant. “Visiting my cabin in the woods so soon, Goldie Locks? Figured you’d at least wait till noon.”

“I could say the same for you.” Thor grinned. Thor was...an interesting guy. You weren’t expecting the guy you saw on TV all the time to be quite like this. He was big, loud, and a bit on the dramatic side. But he was also the most gentle person you had ever met. At least around you he was. His voice was always more soothing when it was just the two of you. But this time he sounded a bit more concerned. “I heard what you said to the spider boy.” I knew that name couldn’t be original!

“How much?”

“All that I needed to hear.” He came closer to you, leaning his hip against the desk that converted into your bed. “Why were you up so early?” Nothing seems to get past him. He’s very intuitive.

“I’m...anxious? That’s probably what it is. Sleeping has been a bit of an issue.”

“Why so anxious? Anyway I can help?”

“You’re too sweet.” You sighed and thought for a moment. “I feel like I’m not getting anything done. This is my third day here and the whole reason I’m here hasn’t been brought up once. I feel like I’m just sitting around.” You turned around, resting yourself partially of the edge of the wooden flower bed support, staring down at your hands. You were so lost and thought that you didn’t catch what was happening until the last second. Thor was standing in front of you. Your hands shot back and hit the board, gripping into the clean wood, while he leaned in close.

“Need to stretch your legs for a bit?” The smirk on his face made you blush but also slant your eyes.

“Can you be more specific? Context would be important here.” You gave a forced chuckle.

“Training! I’ve been dying to see you in action and I think I could convince some of the others to come along!” He’s so pretty when he’s enthusiastic.

“I guess? I mean, I’ve got nothing else to do!” Your lips tightened into a thin smile. He pulled himself away and clapped his hands together.

“Excellent! I shall inform the others, see how many participants I can gather. Will I meet you back here?”

“I suppose so…” And with that, Thor left with a little more bounce in his step. You let out a heavy breath and managed to unferel your hands from the planks of wood. You hesitated, but knew you had to see. 2 patches of moss in the shape of flustered hands. “Damnit…”

About 30 minutes pass by the time Thor meets back up with you. He changed from his casual clothes into his battle attire which you had never seen in person. You weren’t entirely sure why your anxiety had gotten worse. This was supposed to be at least a little fun. It was supposed to NOT make you anxious. Maybe I just need to wait till we get there.

“You ready to go?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be!” You literally followed that up with saying ‘ha’ three times. “Who’s coming along?”

“Barnes, the boy, one of Stark’s suits, and I believe Banner is coming as well!” He sure is excited. “Can you fly?”

“What?” You heard a light thud, and suddenly another voice had entered the conversation.

“Mr.Barnes and Mr.Bucky are taking one of the aircrafts. Are you going with them? Because Thor will be hopping around and I’ll be swinging.”

“Yes, what he said.” Thor chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

“Hm, I think I’ll make it just fine if you guys lead the way.” Thor could read the mischievous glint in your eyes. You closed the door of the greenhouse behind you and walked over to the edge of building. You took off your gloves again and attached them to one of your belt loops.

“What are you doing?” They both asked in unison, which was kinda weird.

“You’ll see.” You sang. You shot Thor a wink before you leaned forward and let your body free fall. You heard Spidey exclaim ‘oh shit!’ as you fell. This was one of the benefits that your powers gave you. You smiled as the air built around you. You watched in bullet time as ivy began to coat the ground and up the wall of the Avengers tower. And then the falling stopped. You were completely relaxed as you hung motionless in the air. That is, until you felt something whiz past you and land on the sidewalk about 10 feet below you. Worried eyes looked up at you.

“Are you al-“ he stopped as he noticed what was going on. A cottonwood tree had grown on the side of the structure. The roots sprawled, none going through the building. You hang from an ivy vine that coiled around your left ankle and up your leg, the other one bent as if you were trying to hug your knee. Spidey landed on the trunk above you, clearly stunned.

“How do you stay upside down so long? My head is already starting to hurt.”

“That was so cool!” He exclaimed.

“Thanks kid, you need to teach me how to swing around without the blood rush.” You looked back down at Thor. “You alright down there big guy?”

“Yes, you just gave me a bit of scare.” He brushed off the worry and continued. “At least I have an idea of what to expect during training.” You heard the click of camera and phones going off, people around you were taking pictures. You waved politely for them.

“Lead the way, boys. I’m ready to go!” More vines crawled over the trunk and managed to pull you up, but instead of Boston Ivies, these were littered in yellow flowers. “Black-Eyed Susan’s? Huh, that’s a good one.”

“I could just carry you. Don’t want to waste any energy for training.” Thor suggested.

“Ha! That’s just what you want, buddy. Spidey, lead the way!”

“You got it!” Without skipping a beat, he began to swing away. You took a running start down the winding branches of the tree before they began to carry you. Then you ran again. Your body and powers already sensing your next move, a white willow shot out of the ground. The tall, branching trunk wrapped around a lamp post in multiple directions and caught around your leg, keeping you still for a second. You felt the white and gold specs of energy blow past you, like leaves and petals do in anime and cartoons for some reason that no one talks about. The cottonwood tree and boston ivy on the tower was gone.

“That’s certainly impressive.”

“Just wait until we get to our destination, tall, blonde, and handsome.” You took the opportunity of Thor’s shock and got the fuck out of there. It only took less than an hour to get to an open field where Spidey was waiting since you were essentially running from your consequences.

“Took you two long enough!” The boy said just as you jumped down with Thor following close behind.

“You always need to properly stretch before you do anything physically exerting.” It wasn’t long before you heard a helicopter coming by in the distance. You decided to take a look at your surroundings while it landed. Guess I should’ve figured they all don’t train inside...that wouldn’t really make much sense with their skill sets.

“Sorry we’re late, had to pick up some equipment.” Bruce explained as he came closer to your small group with Bucky in tow.

“Equipment? What do you need equipment for? We’re training.” Thor questioned.

“You all are training, not me. I’m here out of curiosity.”

“He wants to see what they can do.” Bucky pointed at you.

“Exactly. I’ll be over here…” he pointed to the side and began to walk in the direction. But before he made it to his destination, be pulled out something that looked like a beeper, pressed it, and threw it behind him. Thor smirked and said-

“In 3...2...1…” And there it is, pieces of one of Stark’s suits flew in, building itself over where the beeper landed.

“That’s super neat!”

“Eh, that’s an older model that remade for training. Not nearly as cool as his normal suits.” Spidey punctuated.

“Well, let’s not waste anymore of Banner’s time. He’s just as curious as the rest of us.” He smiled at you before raising his voice to everyone else. “Spread out! It’s time to get to work.” Everyone nodded but you had another trick up your sleeve.

“Good luck, boys. I’ll be keeping a BUCKeye on you!” You clapped your hands and pushed them into making circles reverse of each other. The grass on the ground grasped at your feet. Dandelions crawled up your form. Then, you were nowhere to be seen. Because you were literally underground. Last time I used that was to get out of a reeeeaaaaalllly awkward conversation. Quick moves!

You never know where your powers will take you, they do their own thing sometimes. You shot out of the ground and onto your feet, surprisingly not dirty. Nice job roots, you’re getting better at that. The first thing you noticed was a pond. Cool beans! It’s like a little park here! Why the hell is their a pond in the training grounds? Ooooo! Creeping Jenny! A sneaky gal!

“Don’t let your guard down, bud!” You heard Bucky charge at your from behind, a wall of roses sprawled an inch from your back.

“The only things down are my serotonin levels, Buck!” Making a sharp turn, you lunged and dragged your hand across the spotty ground, making a semi circle around where Bucky had to slow down. Even though he tried to jump out of the way with those good, good reflexes, you anticipated him. Three roots pulled him back into a sort of hug with their buckeye tree. One caught him on his waist, his still people hand, and his left leg. “Get it? It’s a both a pun on your name and the one I made earlier.”

“You’re a clever little shit.”

“Yeah I am, you can easily break that so I’m gonna bounce and have you catch up with me in a sec but I just got one more question.” He looked confused. “Who the fuck names their kid after the most irrelevant president?” And with that, you straight bounced out of their. Meaning a shit load of bamboo shoots punctured through the ground and shot you in the air. Your curled yourself into a ball while zooming through the air and felt something soft and fuzzy wrap around you. You felt yourself land but it didn’t hurt. You relaxed your muscles and realized you were covered in Lamb’s Ear and under you was a round patch of Irish Moss. So soft! You gave them both a little squeeze before getting up and going into a sprint. You heard a familiar ‘woosh’ noise and quickly phased into a nearby tree. Red and Blue were heading your way, and fast. Better think faster! You were pushed back through the air, your back bending and until your feet hit the surface of a another tree across from the original one. The motion caused the white glimmers of energy that you focused on to form into a cluster of bengal clockvine. Of course, Spidey would be able to sense this coming, so your only option was to overwhelm him with numbers. The entirety of the 2 trees you moved between and the space in between were saturated by a mass of thin green vines, leaves, and purple trumpet shaped flowers.

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO N-“ he was almost able to avoid them, which was extremely impressive. His foot got caught on the top, making him trip in the air, and slam back onto the opposite side of the wall. You climbed around and jumped onto a branch a few feet away that gave you a good look at your handy work. The boy was literally upside down.

“Oh look, a spider in my web! You doing okay there? I almost didn’t catch you, kiddo!”

“Yep! I’m fine, nothing wrong here!” He groaned.

“Where’s the suit at, kid?”

“I’ll never tell! No snitches in MY Avengers!”

“Good looking out. Barnes is probably on his way, tell him I said sorry about the puns when you get out!” The branch bent and lowered you to the ground, you ran as you waved bye to the kid.

Alright...now if I was a suit worth more than my life, where would I be? You saw dark clouds rolling in at a strangely quick pace. Probably trying to fight a literal god to prove a point, yeah that sounds about right. Grand entrance time!

You slowed down to halt and scooped up a handful of dirt, squeezing it against your bare palm. You felt the ground shake under your boots, cracks pooled through the dry soil. Your hand felt the prickle of dull needles as your eyes saw the world spin. With loud, gnarly cracks, you stood near the top of a Sugar Pine, you estimated roughly about 200 feet tall. You could’ve made it taller, or manifested a different species of tree entirely. But you didn’t want to waste all your energy on being showy. Only waste SOME of your energy of being showy! Good plan.

You stayed still as the roots...uproot. It was less like the pine was walking and more like it was slithering. The roots acted like snakes, but the snakes were carrying a 2 liter container of water...or something similar to that. For most people, they’d be freaking the hell out, but you were accustomed to this. In fact, you barely held on, there wasn’t a point in being nervous about this. Is it weird that I’m less bothered by this than being really close to a one-eyed god? Eh, probably not, right? You felt the air chill around you and shivered, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The feeling of soft electricity hit you first, then the voices faded in.

“Come on, Stark! You can be faster than that, even if that’s just an empty shell!”

“Hey! My suits are not empty, I’ve got AI in there! You better watch yourself, pretty boy!”

“Aw, that’s sweet, you think I’m pretty?” Thor taunted.

“Am I interrupting something? Should I come back later?” You shouted. 4 explosives locked on and fired toward you. “Whoops!” You dropped down and let a lower branch catch you, the top part of the pine was blown off and on fire. These were just the baby bullets. He was going easy on you. “Well damn, if you’ve already got the wine out, I might as well stay for a glass!”

“Dumb one-liners are my thing, Justin Timberlake.” This will truly be a battle of puns.

“Sorry to steal your game, rich boy.” The branch flung you up into the air. The suit aimed its palm at you, radiating with energy. And just before it was able to lock on to you, gravity was getting ready to pull you back down. You had essentially done a flip in the air and were nearly hovering over the Iron Man suit. Human eyes meeting robotic ones. You let the dirt in your hand go. The granules slipped from your fingers and trickled over the suit.

In that moment, you realize some things. First, Tony was controlling the suit, not letting one of his AI’s handle it as he earlier suggested. Next, there were at least a few gaps in THIS suit, not totally airtight. Finally, that pun he made was really good and you’re gonna have to think for a little bit to find a comeback. The suit reacted to what you did.

“Did you just throw dirt at my suit? You’re cleaning this!” You landed on a Lawson cypress that was only about 150 feet tall. Damn, am I getting tired already?

“Oh that shit’s never coming out.” You called with a smirk on your face. It was faint but you could see some green peeking out around where the joints in the suit would be. It’s arm twitched.

“What the hell did you do?” Tony’s voice was starting to sound crackly.

“Just a little gardening!” You sang. “Sheet moss is really good for covering almost any material, and is super soft too!” The suit started to convulse. “Sorry for hacking into your system with literal dirt. Imagine if that were someone’s intestines, gross right?” The lights went out and it began to fall. You whistled as it went. You looked back at Thor who was gripping Stormbreaker. “Think he’s gonna make me pay for that?”

“Doubtfully. Stark is a complicated man but he’s not heartless.”

“Good, didn’t think he would be. So...wanna do a quick round? You barely got to match with the suit before I spoiled your fun.” You moved your hand softly, making the branch you stood on raise and move closer to Thor until you were only a foot apart.

“I don’t want to fight you, even in training.”

“Why not? Is it because I’m a gentle little flower?” You teased. That’s what most people thought of you but you didn’t blame them. Your powers were more defensive than offensive.

“Quite the opposite, actually. You scare me a bit. I know when to pick and choose my battles.” He snickered. “I’d rather fight someone who can beat me in strength than someone who can outsmart me. Though, either impressive.”

“I mean, yeah, you ARE a god with superior strength and intelligence...isn’t that you thing?”

“Ah, you flatter me.”

“I THINK YOU MEAN FLATTEN!” You hardly had time to register the voice of Spidey before the cypress beneath you started to bend into a cocoon around your body. You couldn’t move but felt yourself get hit and thrown back.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the air for but you sure felt the landing. Your body rattled against the wooden shell, feeling dizzy and your head aching from what might have been a mild concussion. The cypress faded into specs of light absorbed into the air. Your muscles strained as you attempted to sit back up, but what you saw horrified you.

“What the hell…” Chrome blinded you with the mid afternoon sun, making the site serene in a grotesque manner. You weren’t sure how much of the crime lay before you but that didn’t manner. Coated in a metallic sheen were at least a dozen of what looked like Green Ashes and two stationary, humanoid figures.

Mouths were open in a silent scream, arms outstretched. Their metallurgic layer almost looking ghostly. You sat motionless for a few moments and drank in the scene. Adrenaline boiling. Then you came to your senses.

“Fix it! I can fix it! Fix it…” You tried your hardest to break through your fears and generate all the power you had left in your system. Push it back, I just need to push the particles back and do it fast enough for them to not react. Simple stuff! You slammed your hands into the cold earth and imagined your energy flowing back into it. It would be like a defibrillator shock on a dead corpse. Your body felt lighter and more weak, something was definitely happening.

But you saw nothing. Your tried again, and again, more energy, more violently, until your hands shank into the ground just to TRY and make something happen. The metal was spreading, it was still a few feet away from you. It was slow if anything else. You felt no life in this area, despite all the blades of grass and trees in front of you. Everything coated was dead, or so close that it almost didn’t matter. Your head ached and begged for you to stop. But you had to do something.

“Y/N? Where are you? Are you hurt?” An accented voice called out, but you didn’t have the strength to answer. Trap it, I can trap this patch until we find a way to contain it and reverse it. Grass scraped under a quiet but firm step. “Do you need medical-“ but he was cut short by what he saw.

With trembling hands, your nails scratched into the soil, your body screamed in pain. You had never exerted this much energy before, you never needed to.

“Just trap it, hold it, trap it, hold it, make it stop.” A few dozen stalks of white bark stained with grey patches erupted around the patch of land, shifting all the natural trees back. Yellow leaves sprouted quickly and dotted the sky from what you could see. They were unnaturally close together and made somewhat of a dome shape but that’s exactly what you needed. Something dense that would save time. A strong hand gripped your shoulder.

“Can you hear me? I’ve been calling out to you-“

“Pando, the trembling giant. They share a root system so I’ll be able to have it circulate a little longer than it’s supposed to. I can’t push it back.” You had panic in your heart but a numbness in your brain. The voice was quieter than before but it didn’t sound intentional.

“We need to get back to the others-“ your mind cut something out. “Just hold on, I can-“ your eyes shut, you something support your back and behind your knees. “We’ll find him.”

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j0ebay · 6 years

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Spiraling Ch 4

Peter Parker x Stark!OC, platonic!Loki x Stark!OC

Warning(s): light swearing, jealous!peter, holy fluff

Word Count: 2241

A/N: IT’S UP I’M SO HAPPY! So, this basically takes place after infinity war assuming all the dead people come back. I’m really stoked this chapter is finally out so enjoy and feedback is deeply appreciated!! 💙💙

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“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams” -Dr Seuss

The night before school started for Geneva Stark was hectic to say the least. She paces around the lab with excessive questions like

“What if I’m not caught up enough on the curriculum and fail everything?”

“What do I do if everyone hates me?”

Tony lets out a heavy sigh “Those two questions alone can be answered with one sentence. You’re a Stark. You’re smart because the rest of your family is smart and nobody is gonna hate you cause you’re a Stark.”

Unfortunately, her angst didn’t go away. “But am I actually gonna be there as ‘Stark’ or am I going as ‘Starr’ cause I’m fine with either but I don’t wanna mess that up. And what if it freak out and use my abilities again?”

There’s a silence before Tony gulps and says “If you want to go as Stark, that’s fine with me and if you feel you’re starting to freak out, just take deep breaths and count to 10”

She inhales and exhales until her nerves settle. The two hear a loud thud, jolting their heads to the right to see a table come crashing down from the air. The two turn their heads back at each other and couldn’t help but laugh.

Unfortunately, that pep talk only helped a little bit as it runs through Geneva’s head at 1:00 in the morning. Turning to lay on her stomach, once again as Brooklyn Nine-Nine plays, softly on her TV, distracting her from all her problems. She flashes back to memories with Peter.

“Okay Gee. Fuck, marry, kill. Peralta, Jeffords aaaaaand” He pauses and scratches his chin, in pretend thought. She lets out a small giggle and throws a pillow at him.

“Boyle? Yeah let’s go with that. Peralta, Jeffords, Boyle.”

She lets out a long groan. Peter knows how much she hates Charles Boyle’s character.

“Umm,” She trails off and ends with another nervous giggle

“Fuck Jeffords, marry Peralta and kill Boyle?” He looks at her with wide eyes

“You wouldn’t marry Jeffords?” She shakes her head

“He seems really sweet and all but he’s already got a wife and kids and I can’t mess with that.”

Peter nods and turns his attention back to the TV. Geneva, however looked at him for a while longer, sat on her bedroom floor in the early stages of night. She knew he would have to leave soon and it made her worried sick. She hates seeing him all bruised and bloody, especially when she’s the one patching him up.

Geneva snaps out of her thoughts but holds onto the feeling of his curls on her neck whenever he hugs her. She remembers how it felt to be held close to him at night and wished for the same thing to happen again. Eventually she found it harder and harder to keep her eyes open.

She wakes up to her phone alarm blaring the intro to Iron Man by Black Sabbath and looks at her phone.

“Almost five hours, not bad” she mumbles to herself as she rolls out of bed. Trudging to the kitchen, she pulls open the fridge door, taking out the bag of bagels and the pitcher of iced tea.

“Damn you for being so loud” She silently cursed at the plastic bag, while putting the bagel in the toaster and pouring herself a glass of the caffeinated beverage.

“Well good morning to you too” She hears from the couch. Geneva jumps in surprise and sees Loki sitting, watching The Office and laughing.

“Yeah, sure, whatever” she mumbles “Why are you laughing?”

He just smirks and says “It’s just funny to see you rush around so early in the morning”. Needless to say, Loki got hit with a bagel.

Next part in Geneva’s new routine was makeup. Of course she knew what she was doing. Occasionally, she’d have to get some information or access to things out of people’s nephews or sons and the only way she really knew how to pull that off was to make herself look pretty and flirt like there’s no tomorrow. She does the works, a bit of concealer, some eyeshadow, a little bit on the eyebrows to even them out and next, mascara. This is a delicate process. One false step and she gets a whole lot of black on her eye. Gently, she brushes the product on her right eyelash. Success. Next, left. Right as she was almost done, there’s a loud bang on the door, causing her to jump and get the makeup all over her orbital bone. She hears laughing from the other side of the door as she screams

“LOKI I’M LITERALLY GONNA KILL YOU”

“You said she started today right?” Ned asks. Peter nodded, keeping his eye on the door. His hands were fidgeting with the string of his backpack. He was worried out of his mind.

‘What if she sees how overall nerds people consider us as? What if Ned outs my crush on her?’ Peter was snapped out of his thoughts by Flash walking by and loudly saying

“Awww is little Penis Parker waiting for his imaginary Geneva Stark? Face it, she isn’t real, nerd. And even if she was? She wouldn’t go for you.” while laughing. Peter’s phone buzzes

Geneva Stark✨ So where exactly are you guys? Happy just pulled in, I have my schedule on my phone and I wanna look like I know what I’m doing

“Believing in Geneva Stark is like believing in ghosts,” MJ butts in out of nowhere

“Some people don’t believe in her. The others are just fucking crazy”

Right on cue, Geneva walks through the door checking her phone to see what Peter had said.

Peter Parker🕷 Walk straight. Ned and I are by the lockers towards the left.

She instantly looks up and sees the two boys, waving at them and walking over.

“Holy loads of people. God, I do not miss public school” She says laughing.

“How have you guys been?” She excitedly asks while pulling them both into hugs.

After comparing schedules it turns out that Geneva and Peter have 6 out of 7 classes together and Ned and Geneva have the class that Peter doesn’t have with her, plus some others. All was well for the first few. The three stuck close together but next was chemistry. The problems being, Ned not being there, Peter’s web fluid drawer and chemistry being the first class Peter had with Flash.

“No one sits by me in this class so if you want to hang out with me you totally can.” He says to her, quietly.

Her eyebrows raise and the blush creeps on her cheeks

“Really?”

He nods and the two of them sit together and steal glances at each other the whole time.

During passing time, Gee goes into the bathroom to check her makeup and clean herself up. She looks at herself in the mirror trying to roll out her insecurities & imperfections by using the magic of makeup. She sees a girl with black, curly hair and black clothes approach to her left out of the corner of her eye. Geneva continues to touch up her makeup.

“Hey” says the other girl “This might be really weird for me to ask but, you’re Geneva Stark right?

Gee smiles and nods, asking “Yeah, why?”

The girl moves the hair from one side to the other

“Ah, well I kinda told this kid you didn’t exist”

There’s a pause between the two.

“Peter Parker?”

The two girls both look at each other and laugh. The girl holds her hand out

“I’m Michelle, most people call me MJ”

The rest of the day went by fairly smoothly and now, at the end of the day, Geneva stands by her locker, putting notebooks in her bag and waiting for Peter.

“Hey, Geneva can I talk to you?”

She turns around to see Ned behind her and smiles

“Yeah! Sure what’s going on?” He scratches the back of his neck

“You can’t tell Peter I told you any of this but, Gee, he-”

“Peter!” She quickly says after catching glimpse of the boy, cutting Ned off while quickly whispering

“We’ll talk about this later”

Ned nods as Peter approaches

“Hey, I’m still walking you home right?” He asks while looking down, trying to hide the blush creeping up on his cheeks.

“Y-yeah is that cool with you? I know you usually uh, how do I phrase this without spilling anything?” she asks while looking at Ned and then back at Peter.

“Oh! No, it’s fine he knows about the whole internship thing” Peter says once he catches onto what she was talking about.

“Oh, okay cool! I just, I thought that you did patrols and stuff after school ‘n whatever. But if you actually want to do homework like you talked about, I wouldn’t mind your company, if we’re being honest here. Plus,”

She says, pausing to put a hand on his shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

“You could use a break from being a superhero, or Youtube guy, or whatever you wanna call it. Let the cops do their job for once” The three teenagers laugh and start to walk out of the school.

Eventually, Ned goes in a different direction leaving Peter and Geneva to walk the majority of the way to Stark Tower with each other, stopping to get churros of course.

“Hey what did you say that one asshole’s name was?”

“Who? Flash?”

“Oh! Yeah that guy. Was he there today?”

“Uh,” Peter gulps “Yeah, he was there today. W-why do you ask?”

She laughs

“I seriously doubt anyone in that school is dumb enough to come up with a nickname as stupid and cliché as ‘Penis Parker’ but, that’s just a personal opinion.”

As if he was summoned by the light mention of his name, Flash pulls up to the two in a car yelling

“Penis Parker! Who’s the pretty girl that’s walking shockingly close to you?”

Gee laughs and says

“Well, I stand corrected. I’m Geneva”

Flash’s eyes widen.

“G-Geneva S-Stark?”

She laughs even harder

“Yeah! And I guess you’re um,” she snaps her fingers like she’s trying to remember something.

“Flash? Flash Thompson? I think we have chemistry and PE together?” He cuts her off, somewhat shocked she doesn’t recognize him.

Her eyes widen in an attempt to mimic realization

“Oh yeah maybe we do!”

He laughs and says

“So what are you doing with a guy like Peter? You need a ride somewhere?”

She looks at Peter and then back at Flash

“No, no. Peter’s walking me home. Home being Stark Tower, of course and he’s got internship stuff to do. Right, Pete?”

She looks at Peter again, subtly intertwining her hand with his.

Peter feels the blush dusting his cheeks again

“Y-yeah, internship stuff”

Flash raises his eyebrows

“You sure, Geneva? I mean, you’re way too pretty to be hanging out with someone like Penis Parker over here.”

She lets out a small giggle and says

“Maybe. Once you think of a better name than ‘Penis Parker’. Then come talk to me.”

They approach Stark Tower as she continues

“This is our stop. Uh, bye Flash”

After getting inside the tower and into Gee’s room. The two were discussing homework and just general gossip about school.

“I think today went better than I expected” Geneva says, trying to make conversation.

“Cool” Peter replies, obviously deep in thought.

“I met MJ today” She continues, trying harder to get some reaction from him.

“That’s great” He responds, still looking at her floor.

She smirks and says

“I’m pregnant”. Peter doesn’t direct his gaze up but just says

“Mmmhmmm”.

She sighs, gets up and sits in front of him, putting her thumb & pointer fingers on his chin and tilts his head up to meet her gaze.

“Hey,” she says in a soft tone “What’s going on with you?”

His eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t give me that, Pete. Something’s up. Spill.”

“Stop reading my mind, Geneva” He quickly snaps back

Her eyebrows raise.

“I wasn’t reading your mind, dumbass. I literally told you I was pregnant and all you said was ‘mmmhmmm’. You didn’t even look up so there’s gotta be something wrong. If you don’t wanna talk about it, that’s completely fine with me but at least tell me please.”

He looks down, avoiding her gaze

“It’s just, I-uh, you’re not into Flash are you?”

Your eyebrows raise

“What?” she asks

“I mean, he was flirting with you kind of a lot a-and it just kinda pissed me off y’know? Cause you deserve so much better than some asshole like him.”

She lets go of his chin and looks away, smiling.

“You really think so, Pete?”

He nods

“I mean look at you! You’re smart. You’re funny. You’re absolutely gorgeous. You’re extremely caring and you put everyone’s needs before your own! What’s not to like about you?”

She lets out a small giggle with a hint of nerves and says a soft

“Thank you, Pete” She leans forward and gives a quick peck on his cheek before getting up and saying

“C’mon, let’s watch a movie or something”.

Peter sat in shock, rubbing the spot where her soft lips met his rosy cheeks. He turns around, sitting on her bed right next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“Netflix?”

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lokigreyvatore · 6 years

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TRUST THE TRICKSTER

Loki x reader

Chapter 1

Note : hey guys this is my first story on tumblr. I’m just a die hard loki fan to be honest. Please no hate, I don’t claim to be a perfect writer. Also English isn’t my first language so please bear that in mind. However I do appreciate constructive criticism please so do let me know your thoughts.

Summary: You captured Loki not knowing it was him and brought him to the avengers. You both are kept in the stark towers while the avengers decide what to do with Loki and spending a lot of time with him leads to more than you could ever imagine ……..

Warning : maybe swearing (smut, angst in later ones)

Intro : You are a detective in London who had known to be the best in the UK. You had worked closely with the avengers in the past and they had appointed you to be in charge of the base in the UK. You were close with most of the avengers however things were awkward between you and Bucky as he was your ex boyfriend. The avengers had just completed a mission in London and were preparing for their journey back to Stark tower.

“And remember Y/N , call us if you need anything “ tony shouted as he turned back to wave a final goodbye.

“I will” You chuckled back to him waving back to all the team. You saw Bucky stare at you with a sorrowful look, you gave him a sweet, sentimental smile however he didn’t return one and carried on into the plane.

Natasha gave an enthusiastic wave as she steered the plane and headed off. You looked up to the plane with narrowing eyes blinded by the sun, realising that you were gonna miss these guys. They’d been your family for a while now, much more caring than your real one.

You turned back and headed to the police car where my fellow detective “Cole” leaned against the car.

“Is that a tear I see, detective ?” He mockingly teased.

“Don’t be silly, besides I’ll see them soon”

They drove back to the station where you both worked and realised the herd of police cars and policemen rushing towards the city centre and the herd of people sprinting the opposite way.

“What the hells going on ? “ Cole murmured under his breath as he watched the chaos unfold before him.

“Quick get to the city centre, I’ll meet you there”

Cole got back in the car and took the main road. You knew the car would take too long with the gushes of people blocking the roads. Therefore deciding to run through the narrow lanes to the centre. You carried your legs as fast as you could, trying not to barge the people in your way. You finally found yourself where all the police cars circled and guns were pointing. You stood at the front of the cars looking at the direction of the black mist that surrounded the target of the guns, edging closer trying to figure out what or who hid behind the mist.

As youtook a further step to the mist, a mysterious figure strolled confidently, head high out of the mist. He had dark, slicked back hair, defined features and broad shoulders. Had to admit he was a majestic being and you could tell straight away he was no regular man by his extravagant yet unusual clothing and also by a large golden staff he held firmly in his hand.

“Sir , drop the staff and put your hands behind your head” You called to him, wary of his actions. He looked around, taking in some of his surroundings before turning back to you giving a sinister smile.

“I’m afraid I don’t follow orders”he replied dangerously, grinning to the rest of the policemen behind the cars. “I only give them”he muttered under his breath as if it was directed to only you. You held up your gun showing you weren’t going to back down.

“I’m afraid ,I don’t ask again” staring him straight in the eyes, raising my eyebrow showing that two could play this game. Cole pulled up the car and ran behind me also pulling out his gun. “Last chance sir.”

He looked around at all the guns pointing at his head and for a second he had a curious look on his face. Questioning where he was as if he wasn’t meant to be here.

As he realised you were staring at his puzzling emotions his sinister grin re-appeared on his face. Suddenly he was gone.

You snapped round to try and see where he had gone.

“Where’d he go ?” Cole shouted to the police who were all as clueless as him.

“Cole, go check over there, tell the men to cover the surrounding streets, I’ll check back there.” Cole and the men ran ahead as you circled where the mysterious figure firstly appeared. You ran down the street where the black mist trailed down.

“Not looking so confident, without your back up darling “

You swivelled round to the figure now standing inches away from your face, towering over you. You kicked him back giving me enough time to grab the gun. You held it up and pointed it right to his head. He stepped closer pushing his forehead to the gun. He wasn’t even bothered that he could be dead in a minute. His eyes narrowed and studied my startled yet powering face.

“You and I both know you aren’t going to pull the trigger” He whispered giving me an intimidating smirk. He was right. For once in your life you hesitated. Something about him made you curious. Why he wore this old mythological clothing? How he disappeared so suddenly? Why he’s fearless ?

While you were both caught in this moment of tension, Cole shot the guy in the arm, causing youboth to snap back into reality. While he was injured, you knew you had to stop hesitating so with one quick heavy punch you knocked him out, making sure Cole suspected nothing of this.

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“I don’t know who he is Steve, he hasn’t woken up yet, we’ve kept him under anaesthetic since I knocked him out.”

“Wow impressive, and you’re sure he’s not human”

“I’m positive, I checked his obs when we got back , nothing is regular about this guys body”

You decided to phone Steve as soon as you got the guy in our control. You needed to ask what to do with him as it was something the police and you couldn’t obtain.

“Bring him here, we’ll send a plane over with a maximum security cell”

“Alright , I guess I’ll see you soon.” You couldn’t deny it, You couldn’t wait to see the team again. Hopefully you could stay there for a while. You also needed to sort things out with Bucky. You still cared for him deeply. The reason you ended things between you is because there was never a spark but you didn’t want this to ruin your friendship.

You looked over to the cell, where the mysterious guy was lying. He looked so peaceful, yet troubled. He suddenly started trembling in his sleep. You slowly approached the cell, trying to see what was wrong with him. A sweat broke out on his forehead and his hands started to shake. His breathing became faster and his mouth started to tremble. You knocked on the glass to try and get him to stir. His movements became more vigorous. It pulled a string in your heart seeing him distressed like this. This fearless being suddenly vulnerable. You had to wake him up. You entered the cell , immediately closing the door incase this was all a plan. You sat on the edge of the bed and gently shook his shoulders, whispering to try and get him to awake. You shook him more as he wasn’t reacting yet his trembles and breath has quickened. Suddenly he shot his eyes open and grabbed your wrist with his other hand agitated in the cuffs. He took a deep gasp and tried to steady his breathing. “Hey you alright sir,” You spluttered while trying to calm the man down. He looked around the cell, still panting. His head shook to each corner of the room violently and then back to me. He immediately threw your hand back into you, disgusted with what he had just done.

“I’m fine” he hissed, moving his hands round the handcuffs. “Where am I ?”

“A police cell , sir”

He chuckled under his breath looking down. “Do you think your pathetic midgardian cells can hold me?” His emerald eyes piercing into yours , he took a few prowling steps towards you standing at the edge of the cell. He looked down at his cuffed hands and held them up to your eyes. “Do you think your midgardian cuffs can hold me?” He laughed to himself again with a sinister smirk hung on his face. He stretched his hands apart trying to show that he would be able to break the cuffs. His smirk almost immediately disappears. He narrows his eyes studying the cuffs and then confusingly looked back to you

“Unfortunately sir, these are no midgardian cuffs.” The ends of your lips tailed upwards as he was not able to break his cuffs or escape this cell. Tony had given you these cuffs and set up these cells when you arrived here, he made sure that they were unbreakable for any beings.

“Well well”he muttered as his eyes softened. “What are you planning to do with me?”

“I’m going to be taking you to America, I have some friends there who will decide.” You left the cell making sure you were out of harms way yet keeping your eyes on the prisoner.

“So you need your friends to deal with me, you don’t think you can handle me yourself ?” His devilish smile reappeared on his face.

“Trust me, I could handle you but I have real crimes to solve rather than idiotic troublemakers doing magic tricks.”

He raised his eyebrows, surprised by your reply and looked down to his cuffs, still with a grin marked on his face. “So your coming to America with me ?” He looked up raising one eyebrow.

“Yes, You are my responsibility”

“Is your boyfriend detective joining us too”

You scoffed and shook my head in amazement. “He is not my boyfriend sir.”

His smile widened. “Great, so I have you all to myself.” He leaned back on his bed watching you like a predator, and you his measly prey.

“Fuck you !!” You gritted your teeth and banged the glass with your fist. This guy was rude and obnoxious, people like him annoyed you so much.

“If you really want to, I’m happy to oblige “ he bit his bottom lip still with his wide smile.

“I beg your pardon” You tilted your head to the side stepping away from the glass. Was he just blatantly trying to flirt with you or piss you off.

“Well to my knowledge, the term fuck is another word fo…” he strolled towards the glass where he was looking deeply into your eyes trying to possess something in you. You weren’t having any of his shit.

“If you think petty flirty statements are going to somehow intimidate me, I’d cut the crap” You crept back to the glass so you were now staring him dead in his emerald sarcastic eyes. In this moment, you were glad there was a glass wall separating you. The tension between you was strong enough to be felt through the glass, god knows what would have happened if the glass wasn’t there.

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(On the plane)

The guy was handcuffed to the chair opposite where you were working on your laptop. You tried to look anywhere apart from at him even though you could feel his eyes burning through your body.

“Can I get you a drink?” You needed to break this tension somehow. His eyes moved from your body to your eyes questioning what you had just said. “Or some food ?” You asked again wondering why it had taken him so long to answer the question.

“You’re offering me a drink ?” He questioned lifting one eyebrow as if it was an inhumane thing to ask. “You planning to poison it ?”he sarcastically asked looking back down to his cuffs. You rolled your eyes seeing he had noticed.

“You may annoy me immensely, but I’m not going to starve or dehydrate you.” You stare into the bar trying not to make eye contact. “I’m not that despicable” You say murmuring to yourself.

“Water please,” he took a brief moment to reply as if he trusted what you said. “And you’re right , you’re not,” You looked back up at him. For once the tone in his voice was soft and truthful. There was really a different side to him.

“Not what ?”

“Not despicable……. believe it or not your the nicest person who’s ever captured me.”

You were stunned by what he had just said .What had other people done to him ? You sat back in the chair putting the glass of water next to his chair. He coughed looking at you for you to notice something.

“What ?” You asked.

“How can I drink the water with my hands cuffed dear ?”

“Oh um well do you want me to hold the glass up to your mouth ?”

He smirked slightly for some reason liking the idea. “Sure.”

You leaned forward over the seat cupping the glass of water to his mouth. After he flicked his head to one side gesturing that he’d had enough, You placed the glass back beside the the chair and swivelled round back to your seat. The plane suddenly jolted forward causing you to fall back on his lap. “Shit, sorry” You tried to scramble forward of his lap in the most sophisticated way possible.

“Your lucky my hands are cuffed dear, god knows what my hands would have done” he whispered in your ear while your body was still leaning on him. Your eyes widened and you punched his chest. He chuckled to himself, watching you go back to your seat huffing and puffing.

For the rest of the journey, neither of you said much. He continued to stare at you, looking you up and down as you pretended to be caught up in work on your computer simply taking no notice of him.

You finally arrived to stark tower where you saw all the avengers standing by the balcony waiting for your arrival. All but one , Bucky. Tony came onto the plane first. “Hello stranger” he opened out his arms for a big hug which you immediately returned. “I’ll take care of the prisoner, you go see everyone,” You quickly ran down to the balcony where everyone was. Steve and Thor were stood at the front, both with wide grins as you ran towards them. You hugged them both, chuckling with joy that you got to see them again. You carried on to the rest of the team hugging Thor then Nat and suddenly Tony slowly edges out of the plane. “Thor, you should come look at this.” As Thor took a step forward the prisoner strolls out, staring at Thor with his eyes widened in amazement. Thor stood shocked not flinching a muscle.

“Loki ?”

“Hello Brother.”

Thor had often told you about his brother but you had never met him. Everyone turned to him and the reactions of his arrival were varied.

On my God. Loki !!!!!!!! The prisoner was Loki.

You had captured the God of Mischief.

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