#Loki x daughter oc
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The Raven and the Vampire
Chapter 3
Walking with Angela was nice; she seemed nice, and very smart. The classroom was again in shades of white but did have pops of color from the artwork hanging all around. Setting down your stuff and waiting for the teacher, a familiar figure bounces up and sets down.
“Are you Elara, I'm Alice Cullen. It's so nice to meet you.”
“ You as well” reaching out to shake the girls hand I notice how cold she is, which must be cold if even I notice she’s cold,
“Wow you’re hands sure are cold”
“Oh yeah you know what they say, cold hands warm heart.”
“Agreed.”
“You know I can already tell we are going to be great friends. I really hope everything comes together for you.”
“Oh thanks and I hope we become friends as well.”
Just as that is said the teacher comes in to begin the lesson. Looking back and forth between the canvas in front of me and Alice I try to not stare at her the whole class but the mystery of what she is to strong, So instead I send out my senses like aunt sif always said “when you can’t use your eyes use your other senses” I can hear all the heart beats in the room the air filling their lungs. Well all except one. Looking towards Alice I can clearly see her moving and blinking as she worked on her sketch. Now that’s new, What on earth are these cullens?
“So elara how old are you” alice asks noticing i was watching her
“Im 853 as of September 13th”
“What?”
“Sorry I was joking, I’m 18”
“Oh you're the same age as some of my siblings.”
“Yeah, I saw all of you at lunch. I'm sorry for how the people at the table were talking about your family. I'm sure that’s not a good feeling.
“Oh no it's fine they’ve all talked about us since we moved here.”
“ At least what they did say it seems you have an amazing family.
“Thank you, I can tell you're really sweet, you're going to make someone very happy someday.”
“Why thank you thats” The bell rings, cutting me off.
“Have a nice next class elara. I think you’ll really enjoy it.”
Before I can even begin to interpret what she just said she’s gone. Well aren’t the clues just lining up for me. I ponder as I walk to the last class of the day, Cold skin, they reacted to my magic but didn’t know it came from me. Alice didn’t have a heartbeat but I hadn’t checked the others yet so I don’t know if i can count that yet it could just be her, and they seemed really fast. My mind whirling as I walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was him. The very air around him seemed to shimmer.
“Ah miss lane I presume Im Mr Wright welcome to ap history please take a seat over by Mr Hale. Mr Hale please raise your hand so she knows where to come.”
Jaspers pov
Doing as I was asked, trying to mask the internal crisis brewing within. God Edward wanted to kill Bella upon meeting her and I wanted to kill everyone most of the time, and now the new girl is being sent right into the lion's den, damn my luck. I didn't want to breathe or move, but as she got closer, her presence washed over me. A cooling breath of air in the never ending smell of the other students' blood. It was incredible her whole being captured me and it was in that instance I knew she's my mate.
Elaras pov
I was raised in a noble court. I've had over 800 years of speaking experience, but now while I'm sitting shoulder to shoulder with my soulmate I can’t under a single syllable. I'm not even listening to the teacher rampling on, all I can think of are the subtle things I see on him. The way that one curl brushes above his right eye. Speaking of his eyes, his eyes alone are the most beautiful color of ember. The plaid blue shirt he was wearing fit him so well oh for the love of the gods just say something to him.
“Um hi,”
“Hello.”
“Im Elara”
“Jasper hale, pleasure to meet you darlin”
Wow darlin is my new favorite word, especially when said in that beautiful accent.
“ Are you enjoying forks?”
“It’s definitely starting to grow on me.”
“I think I can understand that.” The rest of the class I exchange notes and made small talk before that dreaded bell rings and it signaling my departure from him.
“I guess I'll see you tomorrow?”
“Of course, see you tomorrow darlin.”I almost don’t want to part from him, but I know now isn’t the time for us, but it is a start.
Busting through the front door I call for Mila and Lucas. I have to share all my experiences with them. I have to call mom and dad, I have to…….
“Odins beard, Elara is that you banging around out there.” I hear coming from the kitchen cutting off my inner rant.
“Yes Mila but I have a good cause, where’s Lucas I need to speak to him too.”
“I'm right here princess, how was your first day of school? ' Lucas asks as he steps out of the study.
“I found them, I found my soulmate”
“That's terrific news my lady!”
“Isn’t it. It’s just um”
“I sense a but coming.”
“You’d be correct Mila that's why I need you and Lucas. From everything I’ve observed today his family and him are not human.
“Ok before we start getting into what was just spoken, first at least tell me you know their name.”
“Oh yes sorry Mila. His name is Jasper, Jasper Hale
“How lovely a strong name.”
“I would like to be more focused on the non human part,
“Of course do Lucas.”
“I'm sorry Mila but the princesses safety is my first concern, I promised her father and more importantly the Allfather.”
“Yes yes we shall let you complete your duty, now dear what were you saying about them not being human.”
“From what I observed they don’t have heartbeats and seem very fast. Alice, Jasper's sister, was also very cold, colder than any human should be.”
“Hmmmmm, by any chance did they seem inhumanly beautiful.?”
���Yes actually, they did stand out more than the other children.”
“What about their eyes?”
“ Well my soulmate had beautiful ember almost yellow eyes”
“Then I do believe I know what they may be my lady.”
“You do.”
“Yes midgardians have a legend of an inhuman species that survives on the blood of other sentient beings. While many believe these stories to be just that, the being is very much real. Here the local tribe calls them the cold ones”
“Local tribe?”
“Yes there is a tribe here of children of Fenrir.”
“Oh wolf shifters then, amazing I remember reading of them as a child, I'm glad they are still around.
“Yes they are. Many of them have taken on the charge of maintaining peace
and protecting the humans from the cold ones.”
“Why must they protect the humans?”
“Anciently cold ones while intelligent many would be overcome by their darker tendencies and slaughter full villages. Though from what you’ve told me your soulmate and his family seem to be the other end of that spectrum.
“What do you mean.?
“ Well with the speed, beauty,cold skin but more importantly the gold color of their eyes it would seem your soulmate and his family are in a way vegetarian vampires, meaning they don’t prey on humans but animals instead.”
“Amazing, what else do you know of their species’
“Well a good thing is they are a long lived race they do not age from the time they are turned.
“Perfect I wouldn’t have to worry about out living them, and the aging we could possibly figure out later on but that is so far away.”
“The cold ones can also have gifts my lady”
“They have aesir.”
“No my lady, not really asgardian aesir, it's a special form that we don’t have much knowledge on, all I know is that they can have abilities from telepathy to elemental manipulation and so on from my understanding it all depends on their lives before they are turned and even then not every vampire has a gift.”
“Interesting, mom and dad will be impressed.”
“Elara dear if you contact them please don’t forget to tell them we’ve finished the preparations for the house so they can send over your pet.
“Really, Mila you're the best, Aurelius will love the woods here.”
“Yes, I'm sure your giant pet wolf will love the woods.
“Oh Lucas, it'll be fine. I already decided we’d cloak him to look like that fluffy bread. What was it called again?”
“A husky dear.”
“Yes a husky, to the midgardians he will just be a regular husky.”
“I hope so cause I believe a 12ft silver wolf would upset the locals.”
“I would expect no less from a direct descendent of Fenrir,”
“ Think of it this way, Lucas, he can help you protect me.
“Whatever you say, dear princess whatever you say.”
Cullens pov
The next day at school the cullens including bella all stand by their cars like usual waiting for the new girl to come into the parking lot.
“Jasper are you sure it's her you felt the connection to”
“Yes, I’m sure. She’s the only one around that I don’t feel the urge to kill.”
Her presence alone feels like a cool blanket covering the aching heat in his throat. Not that he’d admit that to his siblings yet.
“Well everyone, how do we think we should handle this.?” Alice asks the
group surrounding her
“ Last time we got involved with a human it didn’t go well, Sorry Bella”
“No offense taken Rue.”
“I haven’t seen anything in any of our futures that suggest she’s a danger and this could be Jasper's chance to finally have the happiness he deserves. I'm not going to let you all ruin that for him.”
“Thank you Alice.”
“I think we should get to know her and if she is a danger we'll speak to Carlisle and go from there.”
“ See rue agrees besides I've already introduced myself to her and I like her. I know she'll be a wonderful addition to our family”
“Just make sure you respect her boundaries babe.”
“Rue Im offended I have great respect for boundaries” Rue shakes her head with the rest of the cullens in a knowing way
“Sure you do sweety. Come on y’all the bells about to ring wouldn’t want to miss another glorious day of highschool.
Elaras pov
Watching the cullens enter the school I feel the smile spread on my face as I lean against the purple jeep Lucas suggested I drive instead of my bike. I can see them all once again watching me from the gourd around their cars. Vampires huh how very very interesting .Most of them i.e. Emmet, Alice and Jasper have smiles on their faces while the others look somewhat grim. It’s almost like they are suspicious of me, but for what i couldn’t figure, i guess we'll see who approaches who first.
The morning was going well when I saw Alice while walking to my next class. She was standing in the hall with her girlfriend rue and their other sister Rosalie. I waited for the rushing crowd of teenagers to disperse a little before making my way over. Alice saw me and shot me a giant smile, gleefully motioning me over to them.
“Elara, good morning.”
“Morning alice.”
“Let me introduce you this is my girlfriend rue and my older sister Rosalie,”
“It’s nice to meet both of you.”
“It’s nice to meet you. Alice wouldn’t stop talking about you yesterday after art. It's almost like I already know you. Rose say hi hun don’t be stiff”
“No, it's fine she doesn’t have to say anything if she doesn’t want to.”
“Sorry I was just thinking to myself, hello my name's Rosalie, it's nice to meet you. I assume you got the whole tour yesterday from everyone.”
“Yeah it was sooo much fun. Especially all the staring and whisper you hear all day ”
“ I can definitely understand that it was the exact same when we all started school here.”
“At least you all had each other. You all seem like a very tight knit family”
“Yeah we can be.”
“elara I'm so excited you just have to sit with us today at lunch and meet everyone. I can definitely tell we all make fast friends.
“Sure Alice I would love that, only if everyone would be comfortable with it.”
“Oh no everyone would be just fine i'll make sure of it. Now I'll see you at lunch. I'll wait for you by the front door”
“Sounds like a plan I respond when he schools bell sounds in the hallway.”
“Ok elara well see you at lunch come on rue we have science class “
“Oh joy, bye elara” rue replies her whole body slumping with disdain or the upcoming class i simply laugh at her.
“Bye good luck,” the two girls walk off more like alice drags rue off. Rosalie is stood beside me still also lightly smiling at her siblings behavior
“What about you Rosalie?”
“I have math next with Emmet but I guess I'll see you at lunch.”
The blond walks off as I now make my way to my own class. It seems that I have a lunch date with the Cullen family now. This will be a more productive day than I thought.
Jaspers pov
“You did what? Alice what in the hell”
“Oh calm down Jasper, this is the perfect opportunity to formally introduce her to our family.”
“Have you met our family? Look what happened when Edward met Bella, we're still dealing with that. I'm not gonna let my mate get hurt.”
“Jasper calm down nothing will happen to elara”
“How do you know? Isn’t she’s a shield like Bella”
“Well I wouldn’t say she’s necessarily a shield. I've seen glimpses of her in your and our future but it's like she’s surrounded by bright light every time I see her. Almost like she muffled in a way”
“Muffled. That still doesn’t mean she won't be hurt by me or anyone else”
“Jasper you can’t live your life in fear or you won't live at all. I want you to be happy and I know she’s what’s going to make you happy, now pull yourself together and she's joining us for lunch.”
Oh lord, I really hope Edward is wrong about all his eternal damnation because I could really use some hope right now.
Elaras pov
Lunch is only fifteen minutes away. The bells blares in my ears, tuning out the fast beating of my heart momentarily. Ok elara you can do this. You're a 853 year old princess of Asgard. You’ve been trained in the mystic arts and fighting from the moment you could walk. A group of midgardian teenagers should not be a problem. Now put on your big girl armor and let's do this. Pep talk done, I head into the lunch room and immediately see alice bounding up to me.
“There you are girly right this way and don’t worry only Edward bites but you can just ignore him. The rest of us do most of the time.”
Slipping her arm through mine I have no choice but to follow her as the whole cafeteria watches. It’s just like a court function back home keeping my head high and taking a step at a time. Till I see the table come into view and there he is, Gorgeous curls and all. Then he turns and the smile he shows is like being hit with the bifrost full force. All of them are beautiful in itself but him, he's even more so.
“Here she is, everyone. elara you’ve already met, my better half Rue,” you wave and smile at rue which she copies
“Next to her is Bella swan. I don’t know if you have officially meet”
“Hi Bella”
“Hi elara”
“The brooding one beside her is her boyfriend and our brother Edward.”
“He just nods which is fine for me as I reciprocate the gesture.”
“Hey don’t forget about me, I want to say hi too.”
“Yeah yeah emmet hold your horses. elara this is emmet the loud one of the group
“Don’t you mean the fun one of the group?”
“No i mean loud”
“Hahaha hi emmet it's good to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, elara. I gotta say your bike the first day was sick we'll have to talk.”
“You bet”
“Like you know about motorcycles”
“Hey babe that’s not nice im a wealth of knowledge”
“If you really want to talk about cars and bike I’m the one to talk to”
“Oh really that's really cool Rosalie I would love to talk.”
“Hey see, we're all friends already.”
“Sure Emmett and last but not least is Jasper you can take the seat next to him I'm sure you’ll get along great” The blush that enveloped your checks didn’t go unnoticed by the others but thankfully none of them commented on it.
“Hey darlin, it's nice to see you again.”
“You as well jasper.”
I take the seat next to him that he pushed out, ever the gentlemen that definitely a plus check for him. The table is quiet as everyone settles in, not knowing what to say I wait for one of them to hopefully start speaking and thankfully emmet doesn’t miss his que.
“So elara how's the rain been treating you.”
“I actually like the rain, it's comforting to me.”
“Really wow the complete opposite of Bella. Hahaha” Everyone silently chuckles the brunette glaring at Emmett
“Where are you from Bella I was told you where new last year”
“Yeah I was I came from phoenix Arizona”
“What’s it like there”
“It was mostly like a desert so this was a big change.”
“Oh that's cool.”
“Yeah I was kinda iffy about it at first but now it's really grown on me.” She hugs edwards arm and they both stare at each other with clear love in their eyes”
“Get a room you two, so elara tell us about yourself” rue asks from the other side of the table
“Well I just moved from insert ( fake hometown) and I moved here to travel a little with my aunt and uncle since my parents are really busy.”
“Wow that's cool, but do you not have any siblings or pets or anything?
“No, I have two new baby brothers, Vance and Nate and then my pet dog aurelius actually came with me.“
“Oh you have a pet, what kind of animal are they?” Alice asks from her seat next to rue
“He’s a silver husky. Here I have a photo of him on my phone.”
Pulling up the photo of transformed Aurelius I show the group with a smile”
“Wow , he's really pretty, almost kind of looks like a wolf.” Bella says with aw in her tone, the slight shift from the rest of the table though from her words does not go unnoticed by you. I hope these people don’t have issues with wolfs (foreshadowing lol) But then what Lucas said about the local moon children tribe comes to mind and everything just drops into place in your mind.
“Let's change the subject elara what’s your favorite class so far
“Well rose I would have to say history so far”
“Oh that's the class you have with Jasper right?”
“Alice!” jasper scolds her silently as he sees the blush form on my cheeks
“Yes, that is the class I have with jasper. I must say your whole family is amazing. Jasper has been nothing short of a gentleman to me since he got saddled with me being his desk partner.”
“That’s how my momma raised me, true southern hospitality.”
“I'm glad it’s definitely an attractive feature, I will say.” Alice suddenly Interrupts the staring between you and jasper
“Hey elara you wouldn’t happen to have any plans this weekend would you”
“No I don’t,”
“Then you should come to port a with all of us girls, i think we would all love for you to become a friend”
“I would love that actually.”
“Hooray, ok here let me get your phone number and we'll get all the details finalized.”
It feels so mundane exchanging numbers with Alice,she even whispered she'd give you the others numbers later, only if you wanted them. The rest of the lunch is filled with general small talk. Bella really being the only one at the table eating the rest of us converse. The conversations actually feel pretty easy making time go by faster, the bell echos in the room signaling the end of the lunch period
“Oh shoot there's the bell right when the conversation was getting good to”
“It’s ok alice maybe elara would like to sit with us again.”Jasper asks
“Of course I will. Besides Alice, you and I have the next class together, we can continue talking there.”
“Perfect well then let's go.” She hops up quick kissing rue on the cheek before taking my arm in hers to start walking to our class.
“Bye Elara, I'll see you in last period.” jasper manages before emmet slings his arm around him in a half choke with a giant smile on his face
“Yeah elara he’ll see you last period” Laughs emmet as he drags jasper off
“Bye jasper.” you wave after them just in time to see him look back and give a final kilowatt smile
The rest of the week eating with the cullens was amazing. I actually had gotten pretty close to everyone including Edward after I bonded off one of his favorite philosophers quotes and the following debate about it. They were all amazing, I was over the moon with the progress, they of course wouldn’t trust me with their family's secret yet but at least they are welcoming, now I just have to get through meeting the cullens matriarch.
It’s finally Saturday morning and i'm ready to experience midgardian shopping, but not ready for meeting my mates parents. Arriving at the beautiful house I arrive at the door but before I can even attempt to knock, the door flies open to reveal a smiling alice.
“Oh elara I'm so happy you're here.”
Alice practically pulls me through the house to the kitchen where the amazing smell of cookies wafts. Behind the kitchen island a beautiful woman stands, she almost reminds me of my grandmother, the grace, strength and kindness just radiating off her in the same waves as her beautiful chestnut hair. This must be Esme Cullen, their mom.
“Esme look who’s here”
“Oh hello there dear, how great to finally meet you, the children haven’t stopped talking about you.” She crosses over to you and pulls you into a quick Hug.
“Oh thank you, it's wonderful to meet you too and I have to say it smells amazing, in here.”
“Oh thank you dear, I'm making some cookies for Carlisle's colleges up at the hospital.
“Did I hear my name?”
A sweet honeyed voice calls as the head of the family walks up to his wife embracing her from behind.
“You did, but now that you're here, introduce yourself to the children's new friend.
“Ahh you must be elara lane” Carlisle greets as he reaches his hand out to shake yours
“That would be me sir.”
“Well it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm glad the kids have all made another great friend here in forks.
“They are all amazing, it's sad that the other kids can’t see that.
“Well isn’t that great. I hear you girls are going up to port Arthur to shop.”
“Yes sir, Alice graciously invited me along. I’ve never been up there so i'm sure it will be exciting”
“Oh course it will elara well go to all my favorite stores and find the perfect outfits for everything.
“What about us alice?”
“Oh there you two are. I'm guessing Bella was able to get out of girls trip this time?
“Yeah she’s with Edward today.”
“Oh are they that couple”,
“Yes they are girl! But Rose can’t say much, her and Emmet are about the same.”
“Oh please rue, like you and alice aren’t.”
“I wont say we aren’t I love my little pixiepie ” Rue rushes over to alice to kiss her cheek and squeeze her
“Ok whatever, elara we're gonna go in my car if that's ok, trust me you don’t want Alice to drive.
“I heard that Rose,’
“Good you were supposed to. Come on”
As the girls all say their goodbyes and walks away I can’t help but turn back to again say goodbye to Carlisle and Esme,
“Thank you so much, it was amazing to meet you both
“You too, dear.”
“Yes don’t let those girls bully you into anything you don’t want to do we thought poor Bella would never go with the again”
“I'll keep that in mind Dr.Cullen”
“You can just call me Carlisle. I'm sure we'll be seeing eachother again.
“I hope so”
Honking from the garage signals your retreat from the loving matriarchs in front of you.
Esme and Carlisle’s pov
Watching the young girl leave i turn to my beautiful wife
“So that's Jasper's mate?”
“Yes and I can already tell shell be an amazing mate for him. I mean I’ve never seen him smile as much as he has this past week. He’s finally coming out of that scared shell of his.”
“I agree dear and all of the others seem to really like her as well. I do hope Rose stays so open with her and we don’t have another repeat of Bella.”
“I believe she will, elara has a very unique air about her, I’m sure good things will come to our family.”
Taking one last look in the directions the girls went I silently agreed with my wife as I pulled her into my side.
Elaras pov
The red bmw drives down the street top down and music blasting . The wind flowing through my hair as Rose expertly drives into town.
All I can really hear is the occasional signing from rue beside me, as alice and rose go on about Alice’s driving skills. After what felt like five minutes we all pulled into a shopping district and the day began. Shop after shop we go and I now have no doubt that these girls are inhuman. So many stores we’ve blown through, it's almost shocking. But the fun and light conversation between all of us keeps driving me. Finally we stop at the food court, they all get a smoothie while I find whatever here seems the most appetizing.
“So elara tell us what do you think about jasper?” I simply look up at Alice a smile on my face
“Alice what happened to any subtlety.”
“Oh come on Rose I know you wanted to ask. So elara tell us.”
“Are you sure you want to know given he’s your brother.”
“Uh yes. Especially since none of us have seen him smile so much in a long time.”
“Rues right you’ve truly had an amazing effect on him.”
“What can I say?”
“Just tell us what you like, it doesn't have to be about jasper.”
“But Jasper is who I like.”
“Aww” Rue smacks Alice’s shoulder at the sound.
“Stop it let her continue, go on elara”
“He’s kind and he’s funny, super smart. Being around him is like being wrapped in my favorite blanket with a cup of tea in hand.”
“Aww that's adorable. I’ve got to tell you that he thinks the same.
“Alice for gods sake stop”
“No Rose, I want my brother and our friend to be together, so this is what’s going to happen. We’re going to beautify elara all up which wont be hard your gorgeous love, show jasper what he’s missing and i promise by the end of the week you two will be together i have it all planned out”
“Oh it’ll work out just like that”
“Yup you leave everything to me, it's the least i can do for my future sister “
“Oh lord alice one step at a time i think we all need to get to know each other a lot more before that. And we still have some family things to take care of remember” rose says chastising the small brunete
“Yeah yeah yeah it's only a matter of time”
“Family stuff is there anything i can help with?”
“No elara it's fine, maybe someday but for now let's just think of prettying you up. Come on girls I hear a Sephora calling our name.”
And just like that rue whisks me away with rose and alice following a smile on all of our faces, and all I can think of is how much I'm ready for all our secrets to be revealed so we all can actually be sisters. But first we may have to get none of them being human out of the way
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Scars
Tony Stark has a daughter. And no body knows
It wasn't like he didn't want her. He never wanted to leave her side. But he couldn't have her. It wasn't like he wasn't proud of her, he praised her for almost everything she did. But she did some bad things too. He wasn't ashamed of her, hell, there were moments when he wanted to take her to those big galas to show her off to everyone. But he couldn't. No one could know about her. No one was supposed to know about her. Now everyone knows about her. How in the hell did this happen?
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Katherine Mcnamara : Déa Fandralson
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𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐂 𝐎𝐂 [𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐗 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃]
"𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒."
MASTERLIST
Name: Astrid Lokidottir (Female + Main Form) and Perseus Lokison (Professor Form)
Title (s): Goddess of Snow, Ice, Music, and Vengence, Apprentice to the God of Mischief, Asgard's Most Powerful Sorcereress, Princess of Asgard, Winter Warrior, Professor Lokison of the Magic Arts
Sex: F
Pronouns: She/Her, He/Him, They/Them
Age: 865 Asgardian Years, 17 in Human Years (50 Asgardian Years = 1 Human Year)
Date of Birth: December 16 (one day before Loki's birthday)
Abilities:
Shapeshifting
Illusions and Astral Projection
Cryokinesis
Telekinesis and Telepathy
Teleportation
Energy Manipulation (Energy Shields, Energy Blasts, etc)
Conjuration
Flight
Favorite Food: Dried Fruits (Asgard didn't have any sort of candy). However, on Midgard, she likes the sweetness that macarons would give. She also has a fondness for ice cream, the cooling sensation is a delight.
Least Favorite Food: Anything spicy. She is the goddess of ice and snow after all, spicy foods which are tongue-burning hot creates a level of discomfort for her. She can bare it, but internally, she wishes that the food never existed.
Hobby: Pranking others, creating ice sculptures, practicing her magic (she loves the awed faces and the recognition she receives from showing off)
Personality:
Mischievous, Confident but borderline Arrogance, Blunt, Sarcastic, Cold
She'll only be kind to those she has been close with for decades. She has a soft side for small, cute objects but will never show it. Her frozen heart might thaw slightly upon seeing people in pitiful conditions, but she'll never show it.
By nature, she is quite motherly, in her own way. People might view her as someone untouchable and cold, but Astrid shows in her own ways that she cares.
It comes in the form of ice sculptures, a talent she has sharpened over the decades.
Her anger is dangerous. Don't ever get on her bad side. Astrid can hold grudges for decades.
Astrid's rage is not to scoff at. With her heightened emotions, she can bring on an eternal winter or freeze the entire realm. Unchecked, her powers would be equivalent to five overblots combined and more.
Background:
Loki found her abandoned in the gardens near the palace, cold and freezing to death. He quickly brought her back to the palace to be healed by his mother, Frigga.
Once she was healed, Loki brought her under his wing, treating her more like his daughter than an actual sister (which Odin and Frigga adopted her as)
They were the closest pair anyone's ever since - one is considered incompletely without the other. In fact, it wasn't uncommon to see them attached at the hip around the palace, laughing and giggling as they pranked the soldiers and hung out in the library.
Loki and Astrid were inseparable.
Soon, her coronation came. She was crowned Princess of Asgard and the three Norns titled her the Goddess of Ice, Snow, and Music, and secondary Goddess of Mischief. Loki was filled with pride as he watched his daughter's coronation and see her grow into the goddess he was proud to call his daughter.
However, as the plot of 'Thor' came into play, Odin sent Astrid out to a different realm to learn to master her cryokinesis, therefore leaving her out of everything that has happened. She only came back through the Bifrost during the battle between Thor and Loki, helplessly watching as her mentor, her father-figure, fell from the Bifrost Bridge.
Afterward, she fell into a deep depression. She was lifeless, only responding when needed and locking herself in Frigga's library, where she spent hours mastering and unlocking new magic within her. When 'Avengers' came into play, Thor begged her to go with him and she reluctantly went. When she saw her father fighting and killing all the innocent Midguardians, she was horrified - until she saw the blue tint in her father's eyes. She quickly knocked him unconscious, hiding both of them together until the Chitauri left.
When the fighting was over, Astrid begged Thor to help explain to his Avenger friends the truth and glared each of them down until they accepted it.
Odin was furious. He demanded that Loki be sent to Midgard until Odin deemed him "lesson-learned". Loki didn't care - as long as Astrid was by his side, he would go anywhere. Astrid was his world, and he was hers.
They spent their days on Midgard in Stark Tower, determined to make up for the time they lost apart. Loki, with his limited powers, taught Astrid some new tricks, teaching and broadening her magic powers.
Astrid grew to be fond of the Avengers, joining them and becoming known to the general public as the "Winter Warrior".
The rest of the movie plots went on the same, only with Loki by their side (reluctantly).
Wanda Maximoff was "adopted" by Astrid, who decided to teach her how to control her powers. When Pietro died, she consoled Wanda and in the process, she may or may not have set up Vision and Wanda together.
When 'infinity War' arrived, Astrid was downright furious.
Astrid has been granted the title of 'Goddess of Vengence' after witnessing Loki's death at the hands of Thanos. She was incredibly out of control as she fought alongside the Avengers in 'Infinity War' and wasn't the one to be dusted.
When the war went into chaos for five years, Astrid was crowned Queen of Asgard against her will. Instead of desperately trying to find out how to kill Thanos, she was stuck ruling a kingdom rampant with chaos and fear. Within months, she pulled everyone together and Asgard was prospering in a world destroyed by Thanos.
She still mourned her father but knew that Loki never wanted her to be depressed forever. She focuses all her powers on restoring Asgard to its fullest potential.
When 'Endgame' approached, she was determined to hunt Thanos down and destroyed him from within. She fought ferociously, emotions running rampant, and without anyone to hold her back, she was a monster in disguise. She decimated hundreds of Thano's warriors with a stomp of her foot (causing thousands of ice shards to shoot upwards and stab them through the heart), froze them with a single blink of the eye, she was impossible to beat.
When Thanos was finally defeated, she suddenly fell to the ground, head slumping next to the dying Tony Stark. Something about the snap being so close to her made her feel as if she was pulled away from this realm to the next, into the villain's world.
Trivia:
Her signature colors are black, navy blue, and silver. However, in honor of showing off their relationship, Astrid kept green highlights in her hair. She keeps her hair tied up in a ponytail to avoid any distractions, but Vil has urged her to keep it down because "she looks absolutely gorgeous like this, Rook, back me up."
Her signature weapon was twin daggers, similar to Loki's, but they could be combined into her staff.
Although she may be the goddess of music, she prefers playing the violin and piano the most. Mainly because it reminds her of how she spent days by Loki's side learning new songs and enchanting the Asgardians during their yearly ball with her sweet playing.
When she arrived in Twisted Wonderland, she actually froze Grim's feet before leaving. She met Crowley, who thought she was a student before she threatened him with her twin daggers.
Instead of becoming a student, Crowley decided to install her as the professor of Magic Arts (specializing in the uncommon arts such as teleportation, elemental control, unique magic mastery, etc)
Astrid switched into her male form for the time being because she didn't feel as if she could loosen her guard and return to her original figure. It doesn't take up much of her magic reserves because it's not an illusion, it is a whole gender swap. She goes by her male name: Perseus Lokison.
The students of NRC treat him more like a father or a principal than Crowley (it's kind of obvious especially when Crowley keeps loading him with work)
Transformed Ramshackle into an unbiased dorm for any and every student, is the "dorm leader" or dorm father of it.
To those that first meet him, Perseus seems too cold and too frightening to get close to. However, those used to his behavior are able to read past his frosty exterior and interpret his true feelings, with some difficulty.
Perseus cannot cook. But he can make the best drinks anyone has ever seen. Azul has been trying his very best to recruit him to the Mostro Lounge, but he refuses. First, he is his professor. Second, he is a god. It would destroy his pride if he worked under a mortal. (However, he would never admit that he is impressed by the efforts from the mortal, Azul Ashengrotto)
Post-Overblots, he would sit by their sides, waiting until they came back. The victims would always find their comfort food in his hands (conjured, not cooked by him) and him serenading them with calming music, piano/violin conjured. He would do his best to play therapist because they somehow made their way through his cold, frosty heart.
𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃.
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What If...Clint Barton Spoke Up During the Avengers Meeting?
Chapter one
Clint Barton & Original Female Character
Word Count: 1K+
Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork book 1
Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: brb crying, Frigg living a normal life??? couldn't be. Or could it?
AO3: Link
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Frigg sat alone outside of the conference room in the Avengers Tower. She looked over her shoulder and saw a few visible Avengers—Thor was amongst those that she could see. She swallowed hard, being unable to hear what they were discussing about her fate on Midgard. She saw a few Avengers wave their hands as they spoke–mostly Tony and Stephen going back and forth with two Avengers that had their backs to her. She noticed her uncle peer in her direction, but it was hard to tell if he was actually looking at her or at something in her general direction. The redhead (one of the two that had her back to Frigg) peered over her own shoulder and caught the young girl watching the conference. The Avenger quickly looked away from her and leaned toward the Avenger to her left. The Avenger she whispered to looked over his shoulder at Frigg.
Frigg turned away from the conference room and leaned against the glass wall and slowly slide down. Having to sit and wait to hear her undesired fate was a nightmare, it was boring, she would much rather run away and hide from the Avengers and the ants that inhabit this planet—it wasn’t that it was more fun, it was more so that she would be free from what was to come.
The door to the conference room swung open violently and pulled Frigg from her anxious thoughts. She looked up at the individual that stepped out of the room. Tony Peered down at her and walked past her with nothing to say. He held his head high as if he owned the place (and he did). Stephen was the next person to step out of the conference room.
“Don’t take it personally, he doesn’t play well with others.” Was all Stephen could offer her before he followed the bank account of the Avengers to another room.
Slowly, the Avengers filed out of the conference room and to wherever their next destination was. Thor, Natasha, and Clint were the last three to remain in the conference room. She heard Thor’s booming voice explain something to the two other Avengers, however she couldn’t make out what he was explaining to them. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes for what felt like an eternity (in reality it was probably only 15 minutes). The door swung open, and Thor walked past Frigg without giving her a passing glance. Natasha and Clint walked out of the room and stopped in front of her.
“Hey, kiddo.” Clint knelt down and patted her arm. “Did you bring anything here with you when Heimdal dropped you off?” He asked.
She blinked slowly and looked at Clint. It took her a moment to process what he had asked. She slowly shook her head.
Clint nodded. “How about you and Miss Romanoff here go shop around while I make a phone call, okay?”
Frigg furrowed her eyebrows and looked over at Natasha, who offered a small nod. “I’ll go, but I don’t understand what’s going on.” She spoke.
Clint stood up. “We’re going to find you a home.”
“We’re going to use the Stark Industries business credit card to buy everything you ask for.” Natasha said bluntly.
Frigg ran down the stairs. “Mom? Dad? Have either of you seen my headphones?” She hollered.
Laura stepped out of the kitchen while drying her hands with a towel. “I haven’t seen your headphones. Everyone’s outside if you want to go out and ask them.” She motioned to the door. “While you’re out there, tell them that lunch is just about ready.”
Frigg nodded as she walked toward the front door. “Will do!” She pulled the front door open and pushed the screen door. She peered out of the farmhouse and looked around at the open space before her. She stepped out of the house and walked toward the sound of Nathaniel screaming with joy. “Hey! Mom said lunch is almost ready. On an unrelated note, where are my headphones, Lila?”
“Have you checked my room; I may have barrowed them since someone took mine.” Lila said slowly as she focused on the target in front of her and her father. She exhaled slowly and let the string go on her bow, striking the center of the target.
“Bullseye!” Clint cheered quietly.
“I’ll check your room later, I guess. I didn’t want to barge in, that’s rude.” Frigg crossed her arms. “Boundaries and all. You heathens.”
Lila looked behind her and smiled at Frigg. “You get used to being part of the family.”
“If you’re going to fight, get it out before we eat or hold it in until after.” Clint plucked the bow out of Lila’s hand. “You, go grab your brothers; and you, go tell mom we’re just cleaning up.”
Frigg nodded. “You got it.” She spun on her heel and walked toward the front door; she stomped up the stairs and swung the screen door open. She pushed the door in. “They’re coming, they’ve made a mess of the yard and they want to clean it before they come back in.” She walked straight into the kitchen.
“At least they’re cleaning up this time.” Laura laughed to herself. She silently watched Frigg drag herself through the kitchen. “Are you alright?”
Frigg suddenly perked up, as if to erase any idea that she was anything but alright. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a naturally gloomy looking individual. It doesn’t help that my skin practically looks ghostly. I’m also so tired, I mean, my bags have bags!” She faced Laura and pulled the skin on her face downward, showcasing her eyebags (and her eyebags’ bags). “The only thing I have going for me is my brown hair, imagine how much gloomier I’d be if I had black hair.”
“Frigg…” Laura’s voice trailed.
“What?” Frigg locked eyes with Laura.
Laura gave her a small smile. “I have three kids of my own, two of them are teenagers. You’ve lived here for three years and have been a part of this family for the same amount of time. You might not be human, but you’re still a teenager. Nothing gets past me.”
Frigg looked away. “I suppose you’ve got me there. Everything gets past dad… or maybe he’s just really good at playing oblivious, I mean, he is a spy, isn’t he?” She looked back up. She rubbed the palm of her hand. “I still feel a bit weird about everything, you know? I know it’s been three years since I’ve been here and part of the family. It’s all just strange.” She furrowed her eyebrows and grabbed the stack of plates and utensils.
Laura watched her with a sad smile. “I understand.”
She slowly walked toward the dining room table. “I have no doubt. And I couldn’t be more grateful, I’d hate to know what my life would be like had I not been taken here.”
“Go wash your hands!” Clint hollered at his three kids as they ran into the house. He walked into the kitchen, passing Frigg. “What’s going on here?” He noted her expression.
“We’re just having a rare moment.” Laura said, saving Frigg.
“One of those bonding dealios.” Frigg added.
Clint pursed his lips. “Dealios?” He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced over at Frigg as he washed his hands. “This isn’t about what I think it is right? It’s not a female talk, is it?”
“What’s so bad about one of those talks?” Frigg raised an eyebrow.
“Everything.” Clint scoffed. “What’s really going on?”
Frigg inhaled and raised her shoulders. “Opening up emotionally and all that. I just feel weird about everything is all. It’s been a few years and I should be over it; shouldn’t I be?” She circled the table and placed a plate down in each spot; she circled the table a second time and placed the utensils down by each plate.
Clint walked toward her and pulled one of the chairs out and sat down. He motioned to the chair next to him. “I don’t know what you’ve seen or what you really went through, but if it’s as bad as you told me, you’re going to feel weird.”
Frigg sat down next to Clint. “I suppose that makes sense. Oh! If you four are done making messes outside, can I con you into playing Eels and Escalators with me?”
“Eels and Escalators?” He glanced at Laura, hoping she knew what Frigg was asking him to play.
“You know what I’m talking about. It was in an episode of Spongebob, the one where they were swearing. I’ve been saying they need to make that into a real game for literal years. Nat bought it for me the last time I was in New York with her. I’ve already built the escalators and read the instructions; all I need are people to play with.” She grabbed his wrist and shook his arm. “I don’t ask to do much with you, so, please?”
“We’ll look at it after we eat.” Clint said, grabbing a baking sheet piled high with nachos from Laura and placing it next to his plate. “The other kids got lost, more for us?” He dished himself up and immediately grabbed Frigg’s plate from in front of her and dished her up too.
Frigg smiled. “Isn’t that a bit mean?”
Clint nodded. “Yes.”
As if on cue, Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel ran down the stairs and slide into their seats. Laura placed salsa and queso down on the table and returned to the kitchen to grab drinks for everyone. Clint slipped out of his chair and dashed into the kitchen to help Laura with drinks. Nathaniel reached over the table and started plucking nachos from Clint’s plate and giggled about it.
Frigg smiled and tapped the table to get Nathaniel’s attention. Once she had his attention, she held up one finger and dragged it in the air. Nathaniel quickly became mesmerized with her magic—she dished him up without touching anything.
“Thank you, Frigg!” Nathaniel shouted.
“Awh, did Frigg dish you up buddy?” Clint asked, walking back over with drinks for himself, Nathaniel, and Frigg. “I wanted to do that.”
Nathaniel looked away, refusing to respond.
“He was just sooooo hungry. You were depriving him of his food!” Frigg pointed at Clint with a soggy chip. “He was going to die!”
Cooper nodded. “So am I, pass the dish.” He held his hands out for the sheet pan.
Frigg grabbed the pan and handed him the pan. “Drama queen.”
“You would know.” Cooper snorted.
Frigg nodded. “Of course, I would, I live with him.”
“Frigg, I have a question for you.” Clint interrupted the sibling bickering. “Would you be interested in really learning how to use your powers?”
Frigg raised an eyebrow. “I know how to use them.”
Clint looked down and pursed his lips. He glanced back up at her. “I mean to be a part of the new generation of heroes. We’ve been thinking about training kids like you, kids with potential to be the next Avengers.”
“Oh.”
“No discussing work at the table.” Laura reminded them.
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Power Broker - MARVEL REWRITE Chapter Sixteen
[MARVEL REWRITE-MASTERLIST] - [THE MULTIVERSE SAGA]
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Summary: Things were speeding up in their search for Karli Morgenthau. The trio was off to Germany to see an old enemy of the Avengers in a high-security prison... allegedly high-security. But as always, the reunion wasn’t going to go as expected, especially by Sam.
Words: 11.3k
Warnings: Falcon & The Winter Soldier episode 3 “Power Broker” spoiler, Mcu phase 4 spoilers, angst, some violence, shootings, nostalgia, flashbacks (kind of) explosion, fights, stabbing, one slit throat and that’s about it I think
Berlin, Germany
Frainn walked down the hall of a prison facility along her two partners, Sam and Bucky, who made the three of them come here to see one of their inmates. The guard led them up to a certain point in the hallway and indicated a door a few feet away, leading on a smaller corridor.
“He’s just through that corridor.” He told them with a thick german accent, pointing ahead of them. Bucky nodded and as they stopped in their tracks, glanced at Frainn and Sam.
“All right, give us a sec.” The guard replied with a brief nod and walked away, leaving the three of them alone for a moment, as requested by the super soldier. “I’m gonna go in alone.”
“Oh, right.” Frainn scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t going to let him go in there on his own. She was coming along, just in case. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her lover, but she indeed didn’t trust Zemo very much and she had never seen his face before, so it was the occasion.
“Why?” Sam inquired; his hands stuffed into his jacket’s pocket.
“Cause you’re Avengers. You know how he feels about that.”
“It’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together.” Sam argued.
“He was obsessed with HYDRA.” He retorted. “We have a history together. Trust me. I got it.”
“I’d like to meet this terrorist whom you share a “history” with, if you don’t mind.” She declared as he turned around, about to go through the corridor leading to his confined cell. He glanced at the stubborn goddess and as he rolled his eyes, she shot a smirk at Sam and followe him while the guard led them to the door of Zemo’s cell. He passed his badge and the door buzzed and opened to a narrower and quite darker corridor, plunged in a dim kind of dull light. Coming to the cell’s door, he made a call and spoke in german to the director of the facility for him to open the door of their prime inmate. The door buzzed and he opened it for them, closing it right after Frainn stepped in the room. She walked right behind Bucky as they walked in so Zemo was going to have a little surprise when she would step aside and reveal herself from the shadow, as he would as he sat on his bed on the other side of a thick glass in the miffle of the room, isolating him in his tiny cell. When Bucky stood near the glass, Zemo started reciting the russian words to activate the winter soldier. Frainn stood in the back and he if he did notice her, he didn’t acknowledge his presence for now as he tested the reactivity of Bucky to the words.
“Those days are over.” Bucky stated as Zemo stood up, emerging from the dark.
“I know.” He said softly, nodding, pursing his lips. He then slowly approached the glass to look at Bucky from upclose. “I just wanted to see how the new you reacts to the old words. Something is still in there. At least you were not conscious for most of your imprisonment.”
“That time wasn’t exactly a picnic.” He retorted bitterly, keeping on a straight face in front of the criminal. Frainn bit her lips, looking around. She thought about commenting on this, saying that she had went through centuries of emprisonment, far away from her people, her family, in a cold place, in an ice cell with her tyrannic grand father who abandoned her father, leaving him to die until he was found by Odin after the battle against Jotunheim. As much as she resented Odin for how he treated Loki, she was glad he lived, because he had Frainn to live through from now on.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. It was never personal.” He walked around his half of a cell and looked at Bucky. Frainn was fighting herself to stay silent and let them have this moment to talk, whatever Bucky wanted to talk to him about. It wasn’t her place to intervene unless one of the two addressed her. Right now, it wasn’t about her, as much as she wanted to say sarcastic things out loud. “You were simply a means to a necessary end. I also am sorry for not introducing myself properly to my other, very special guest of the day.”
“Oh, there’s no need. I know who you are, and I assume you know who I am as well.” She took a few steps and stood beside Bucky. The latter glanced at her as she came nearby.
“I indeed know who you are, Frainn. Norse Goddess of Ice and the Winter, daughter of Loki.”
“You want my résumé and complete family tree too?” She retorted, staring him down. He chuckled, glancing down for a second, his hand joined in his back.
“That would definitely be an interesting reading.” He answered and she shook her head, not stopping to look at him and he smirked, nodding as if he was observing her and trying to decipher the shades of very soft and cold green in her icey eyes. Bucky eventually spoke up again, getting on why they even came here in the first place.
“Someone recreated the super-soldier serum.” Zemo instantly looked at Bucky. “I need to find out who.”
“You are assuming HYDRA has something to do with this, which why you came to me, which means you are desperate. Even though you have a powerful and smart goddess under your arm. I do not doubt that she could get rid of this threat easily, but you know that just killing off the super-soldiers isn’t enough.” He declared as if he had everything figure out already. “Luckily for you, I know where to begin.”
“What are you talking about? You wanna break Zemo outta jail?” Sam asked, already expecting the worst of his dear partner in crimes. “Where the hell are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?”
“Look we have no leads, no moves, nothing.”
“What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind the bars.”
“And we also have eight Super Soldier that are loose.” Bucky argued. Frainn walked with the two guys, looking around with the flashlight in her hand. The place they had stepped in was completely dark, but it looked like some sort of old hangar with stuff all over the place, which they couldn’t see because of the lack of light. Frainn suddenly bumped into something and looked down. She had accidentally kicked a chair’s leg and now it was lying on the floor, so she just pushed it aside carelessly, listening to the two.
“Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offense.” Bucky stayed silent for a second as he turned on the light in the room and he glanced at Sam, turning his flashlight off.
“He can’t mess with mine.” Frainn mumbled to herself.
“Offense.” They looked around them. What Frainn thought was a sort of hangar or shed or whatever, was actually a messy garage, storage along the walls and a car sitting in the center of it all, its trunk opened. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy but he still has a code.”
“If we follow his logic, my kind is as much against what he allegedly believes in.” Frainn swinged her flashlight in her hand and caught it back as it fell, shoting up her eyebrows, following the motion of the object she played with for an instant. “May I remind you that he wanted to wipe out super-heroes, targeting the Avengers, a team I was and still is a part of, and any powerful non-human whatever being, which defines… me.”
“Yes. Exactly.” Sam pointed at the Goddess with his hand after he supported his point. Bucky gave a sidelong glance at Frainn and looked back at Sam. “And not to remind you that, I’ve been on the wrong side of that code and so have you. He blew up the UN, he killed king T’Chaka and framed you for it. Did you forget that? You think the Wakandans forgot about it? It’s a rhetorical question. They didn’t. I know why it matters to you, but it’s pushing you off the deep end.”
“We don’t know how they’re getting’ the serum.” Bucky kept arguing. “We don’t even know how many of them there are. Look, let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I?”
“What’d you do?” Sam asked softly and Frainn frowned, staring at her lover, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“Oh, right.” Frainn chuckled, nodding, crossing her arms over her chest. He definitely did something, no matter how hard he tried to convince the both of them otherwise. She eventually shook her head and waved her hand around and he started.
“The weakest point in any system isn’t the software, the hardware, it’s the meatware. The human element. Now, in this lockup, it’s nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond.”
“So why would prisoners randomly start fighting at that moment?” Sam inquired, shaking his head.
“Who knows? There could be any reasons… But the point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated, and with all those bodies flying around left and right, wouldn’t be hard to slip down a hallway or two. And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated… someone could use the chaos to their advantage.”
“I don’t like how casual you’re bein’ about this.” Sam smirked, feeling something was up. “That is unnatural. Are you— And where are we, man?” He then looked beyond the car as a door opened and a figure walked toward them, and there he was. Zemo pushed the plastic stripes hanging in the door frame, in a german guard’s uniform. “Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hye, what are you—”
“No, listen.” Bucky stepped in front of Sam and blocked him.
“What are you doin’ here?” He yelled anyway.
“I didn’t tell ‘cause I knew you wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky rose his voice.
“What did you do?” Sam insisted on asking. He turned his face to Frainn as she was being quiet, standing nearby, looking at Zemo with a slight hint of contempt in her stormy blue eyes. “Did you know? You’re a deceiver, that was all an act back there?”
“Sam.” He rose his eyes in disbelief, shaking his head upon realizing that she helped Bucky in his little “breaking Zemo out of prison” plan.
“We need him.” Bucky said.
“You’re going back to prison!” Sam pointed his index finger at the former terrorist.
“If I may…”
“No!” All three of them turned their heads to him, frowning and yelled simultaneously at him.
“When Steve refused to sign the Sokovia Accords, you backed him. You broke the law, and you stuck your neck out for me.” Bucky went on to tell him. “I’m asking you to do it again.”
“I really think I’m invaluable…”
“Shut up.” Sam cut him off in a low voice. He glanced at Bucky, let his head fall over and slowly shook it before raising his face to the centenary standing in front of him. “Okay.” He turned his head to Zemo. “If we do this, you don’t make a move without our permission, or we let Frainn confirm why you think superheroes are dangerous, and it’ll go beyond what you ever thought.”
“Fair.” He nodded, glancing at the Goddess, staring at him, dead in the eyes.
“Okay, Zemo.” Sam paused. “Where do we start?”
“So our first move is Grand Theft Auto?” Frainn glanced at Sam, confused as to what he was referencing saying this. She had no idea what this Grand Theft Auto thing was.
“These are mine.” Zemo replied casually. “Collected by family over generations.”
“Yeah, to me it’s just a bunch of junk on wheels. I don’t see whatever beauty you see in it.”
“To ordinary mortals devoid of the power of teleportation, they are very precious.” Zemo explained in a drawling tone like he was some philosopher before he went back to his explanation to the three of them while Sam and Bucky checked out the cars here and there and Frainn just stood in the middle, waiting as she had no intered in those things. “I spent years hunting people HYDRA recruited to recreate the serum. Because once it’s out there, someone can create an army people… like the Avengers.”
“Not all of us have serum running through our veins in order to grant us strength and powers, Zemo.” Frainn spat, pacing her finger against her arm in boredom.
“That was just a pure factual metaphor.” He smiled before benting over and grabbing some things in the backseat of one of the cars. “I ended the Winter Soldier program once before. I have no intention to leave my work unfinished. To do this, we’ll have to scale a ladder of lowlives.”
“Well, join the party. We’ve already started.” Sam retorted.
“First stop is a woman named Shelby.” He spoke as he walked away, holding his bag and coat. “Mid-level fence I still have a line on. From there, we climb.”
“So all this time, you’ve been rich?” Sam wondered as they walked along a private jet parked on the tarmac, the engines roaring in the back.
“I’m a Baron, Sam. My family was royalty until your friends destroyed my country.”
“I’m royalty too.” Frainn chimed in, looking around. “I was an Asgardian princess until my world was destroyed by a, uh, let’s say, a “end of the world” kind of prophecy and I should be queen of a realm of ice, but I can’t go back and it most likely went to ruins by now sooo....”
“Hearing these things coming to life when you spoke of it, is… fascinating.” He admitted. “Tell me more about it, any time.”
He then greeted the old butler standing by the stairs leading into the plane in russian and they exchanged a few words and kisses, and he then invited the three others to follow him inside. Frainn brought up the rear and she gave a smile to the man, greeting him in Russian as she spoke any Midgardian language. The old man was at first surprised, but he just smiled and climbed the steps after her as they all entered the jet. They sat down on four fancy beige leather seats in the aisle, facing each other. Sitting on the armchairs with his back to the cockpit, Bucky was seated facing Sam and Frainn facing Zemo. Arms and legs crossed, she was dangling her foot in boredom and looking out the porthole. She turned her head when she felt someone benting near her. It was the old man handing out a glass of champagne to Zemo.
“Apologies if that’s a little warm, the fridge is out. But I will see if there is some good food in the galley.”
“If it doesn’t pass the smell test… give it to them.” Zemo answered in Sokovian. Frainn stared him down while the butler chuckled at the comment and left.
“You’re decaying body won’t pass the smell test either, but I’ll be sure to feed it to the All-Father’s crows.” Frainn said in Sokovian, with a smirk on her face. He glanced at her and nodded as he took a sip of his drink like he understood why she would say this to him. Sam and Bucky were silently gazing at the both of them as the goddess death stared the Sokovian Baron.
“You don’t know what it’s like to be locked in a cell.” He then said, turning his head to Sam and Frainn frowned while Bucky looked away. “Oh. That’s right. You do.”
“Easy mistake.” Frainn retorted, giving him a fake reassuring smile. All four of them in this plane had known what it was like to be in a cell, some longer than others, in harsher conditions, but it all came down to the same memory of being in these four walls with no way to escape, except that they all did escape.
“Why don’t you tell us about where we’re going?” Sam inquired, annoyed.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to call it, but this part seems to be important. Who is Nakajima?.” His eyes down on a book he held in his hands, and he then revealed a smaller one he had hidden in the pages. When he pronounced the man’s name which Frainn recognized, Bucky jumped out of his seat and brought his gloved hand to Zemo’s throat and the latter let out a light gasp.
“You touch that again, I’ll kill you.” He threatened, grabbing the book and sitting back in his seat under Frainn gaze.
“I’m sorry. I understand that list of names. People you’ve wronged as the Winter Soldier.”
“Don’t push it.” He warned in a low voice, calm. He glanced over at Frainn when her spear’s blade suddenly came beneath Zemo’s chin. She knew about this little book of his. She knew it was important and what was important to Bucky would be protected with her life by Frainn.
“Next time, this spear won’t stop at your chin.” She spat, implying that the next time he tried to push Bucky around, she would let the spear pierce his throat and the blood would flow down his mortal body.
“I’ve seen that book.” Sam added as Frainn made her spear shrink back to the side of a mere pencil. No one would ever suspect this seemingly harmless object people saw everyday would hide a much more lethal weapon. He looked at Bucky as he spoke. “It was Steve’s when he came out of ice with Frainn. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What’d you think?”
“I like 40’s music, so…”
“You didn’t like it?” Sam was almost offended.
“I liked it.” Bucky replied.
“Before you come for me, Sam, I just want to say I haven’t had much time on Midgard since 2012.” The Goddess raised her hands, palms turned to Sam, in defense.
“Well, you should listen to it now that you live on our planet.” He chuckled.
“It is a masterpiece. Complete. Comprehensive. It captures the African-American experience.” Zemo explained.
“He’s out of line, but he’s right.” Sam then declared. “It’s great. Everybody loves Marvin Gaye.”
“I like Marvin Gaye.” Bucky argued calmly.
“Steve adored Marvin Gaye.” Sam insisted.
“You must have really looked up to Steve. But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him,” He glanced at Frainn as he spoke before his eyes went on Bucky. “America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.”
“Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam whispered but Zemo kept going, staring at Bucky.
“They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right?” Bucky was quick to look away after he glanced at the man with the glass of champagne. “As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?” He shook his head. “That is why we’re going to Madripoor.”
“What’s up with Madripoor? You talk about it like it’s Skull Island.” Sam wondered, looking at Zemo. Frainn was kind of confused. She didn’t know where was Madripoor or what was the deal about it and she didn’t know what was this Skull island thing Sam brought up but she hid her confusion behind a mask of ice.
“It’s an island nation in the Indonesian archipelago.” Bucky mumble an answer. “It was a pirate sanctuary back in the 1800s.”
“It’s kept its lawless ways.” Zemo added. “But we cannot exactly walk in as ourselves. James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.”
Madripoor, Indonesian Archipelago
“We have to do something about this.” Sam complained, glancing at his red and gold suit. “I’m the only one who looks like a pimp.”
“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp.” Zemo countered as they walked down an impressive bridge toward the city they landed for. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”
“He even has a bad nickname.” Sam argued after taking a phone Zemo handed to him with a picture on it. He then looked down on the screen and rose his eyebrows. “Hell, he does look like me, though.” He glanced at Frainn, walking next to Bucky. “Why are you not dressed up too?”
“I could, but I don’t need to.”
“What do you mean?” He questioned, as if he wasn’t aware of the extent of her powers by now.
“You said it yourself, I’m a deceiver. No one will see me but you three. They won’t even be able to know unless I show myself.” She then explained.
“It is truly an art. An unpredictable and dangerous one.” Zemo philosophized before frowning slightly. “You smell this?”
“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam wondered.
“Madripoor.” The Baron simply stated. “No matter what happens, we have to stay in character. Our lives depend on it. There's no more margin for error than Frainn can cover us for with her illusions.”
“You won’t even see or feel it when I do so.” They approached a black car stationed in the middle of the empty road, waiting for them.
“High Town’s that way. Not a bad place if you wanna visit, but Low Town’s the other way.” Frainn stood by Bucky as he opened the door and she slipped in between him and Sam on the back seat, already hidden from anyone’s sight but her three partners in crime, that included the driver on that fancy car they got in. The latter drove off and after a couple minutes tops, rain started pouring outside and thunder rumbled. Frainn looked at the sky when she heard it, thinking of her uncle, wondering how and what he was doing while she was in this mess, hunting Super Soldiers. As if they knew who was in this car, a bunch of armed men riding bikes came around the vehicle and escored them. They got out of the car and walked down a bunch of stairs, surrounded by artificial light and LED paneld hanging on the building, plunging them in a blueish atmosphere with some hints of pink and yellow, the night sky over their heads. The streets were crowded. Shady people holding guns over thei shoulders all over the place. It wasn’t so high class like back on Asgard. She wasn’t scared but it wasn’t somewhere she wanted to stay for long. It kind of made her miss the cosyness of their small not so furnished apartment in New York.
“Here we are.” Zemo then led them into a bar, a crow thronging the room. Frainn glanced around and winced at the sight of a wall filled with monkeys’ skulls painted in gold, just hanging there in decoration. She didn’t like this place very much and couldn’t wait to be out of here, but she could feel it was only the beginning of a long night. They made their way through the crowd and as seconds passed, people noticed them and in no time, all the eyes were on Bucky, walking behind Zemo as he spoke in Russian to the Super Soldier. “Ready to comply… Winter Soldier?”
“Hello, gentlemen.” The barman greeted the three. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”
“His plans changed. We have business to do with Shelby.” Zemo declared.
“The usual?” The man frowned behind his glasses and looked at Sam. The latter nodded, and he watched him grab a snake into a jar and cut it open on a black cutting board below the counter.
“Ah. Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” Zemo smiled, as the barman made the drink, plunging something from the snake into ther liquor. Frainn saw the look on Sam’s face, so she took care of it, like she discussed with Zemo. To the man behind the bar, Sam was looking pretty confident and eager to drink whatever this was.
“I love these.” He said, calmly, grabbing the glass and looking at Zemo.
“Cheers, Conrad.” Their glasses clinked as they cheered, and he drank. Only them could see the wince of disgust on his face. A man then walked up to the Baron from behind and the latter turned around.
“I get word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.”
“I have no business with the Power Broker,” Frainn frowned, wondering who this person Zemo mentioned was, but what she got from the way he said it, was that whoever this was they were kind of the big deal here in Madripoor. “but if he insists he can either come and talk to me…” He showed Bucky beside him, keeping on a straight face, silent. “Or bring Selby for a chat.”
“A power broker? Really?” Bucky inquired once the man walked away.
“It’s a pretty lame nickname.” Frainn added.
“Every kingdom needs its king.”
“Stop Zemo, I’m this close to find you funny.” She taunted, making a small space between her fingers. He glanced at her without moving his head to not make it suspicious. She wasn’t there to anyone else in the bar, he couldn’t act like he was talking to a ghost.
“Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”
“Do you know him?” Sam wondered, leaning his back against the counter.
“Only by reputation.” He turned to Sam. “In Madripoor he is judge, jury, and executioner.”
“Seems like a lot of power for just a man if you ask me.” Frainn appeared beside Sam and crossed her fingers on her chest. He nodded at her comment. They looked at Zemo when he turned around and started speaking Russian to Bcuky when a man walked up to him.
“Winter Soldier, attack.” The second the man put his hand on Zemo’s shoulder, Bucky grabbed him with his metal arm and twisted his wrist, pushing him away forcefully. He punched him in the stomach and made him fall over on the floor while everyone stepped away, watching, their phones out to film the scene. Another man rushed at Bucky, but he threw a punch and a couple of kicks at him and threw him away, dragging someone else in his fall. But really, this fight scene was much more complex than people could see. Bucky fighting as the Winter Soldier in the middle of a crowded bar was just the work of Frainn’s power. The persons he fought of were very much getting hurt and kicked and punched around and that was the whole thing about her illusions. She could make them so real you would actually mistake them for the reality. She could conceal herself from the sight of others and project illusions that would go to such a realistic level that no one could see through it. No mere mortals could notice the trick. The real Bucky was still standing near the bar and Frainn was squeezing his shoulder lightly.
“I didn’t want to let you do this.” She whispered, watching the fake but real-looking fight taking place in the bar. The damages in the room were real as they were cause by Bucky’s opponents upon falling around.
“This is very impressive, Frainn.” Zemo remarked, knowing that her illusion would make it look like he didn’t even talk at all, and he nodded, watching as well. Illusion Bucky then stood right where Bucky was, pinning a man down onto the bar and in a fraction of second, Bucky found himself actually holding him down. When Sam put his hand on Bucky’s metal arm, Frainn made it look like he didn’t move so they wouldn’t be suspicious. “Stay in character, or the whole bar turns on us. You are lucky Frainn is covering us.” He then switched to Russian. “Well done, Soldier.”
“Selby will see you now.” The barman exclaimed as Bucky let the man slip down the bar, groaning in pain. They were then led through a back door. Cells along the walls, tables covered in bundles of cash. They eventually reached a private lounge. They walked to a woman casually sitting on a couch.
“You should know Baron.” She started, tapping her fingers on the top of the back of the sofa. “People don’t just come into my bar and make demands.”
“Not a demand. An offer.” He replied, sitting on the other sofa.
“A lot has changed since you were here last.” She went on to say, following Bucky with her eyes. Frainn stood beside him and stared at the one named Selby as he positioned himself near the wall. The white-haired woman turned her head back to Zemo, frowning slightly. “By the way, I though you were rotting away in q German prison. How did you escape?”
“People like us always find a way, don’t we?” He shrugged, sketching a smirk. “I’m sure you’ve already figured out what I’m here for.”
“You’re taller than I’d heard, Smiling Tiger.” She stated, still looking at Zemo and pointing at Sam with her index finger and slowly turned her head to him. He simply looked down at her and nodded silently, with a straight face. She then purred softly, moving her fingers in the air and glanced at Zemo with a thrilled smile. “What’s the offer?”
“Tell us what you know about the super-soldier serum.” He stood up and walked over to Bucky, passing behind him like he was a prize and Frainn didn’t like that very much. She knew it was all part of the plan to get the information but knowing that Bucky must have been so uncomfortable in this position, she was upset. “And I give you him, along with the code words to control him, of course. He will do anything you want.”
“Now that’s the Zemo I remember. I’m glad I decided not to kill you immediately.” Her smile faded to a more serious facial expression, but one could see that she liked the idea of having the Winter Soldier under her thumb. As she continued, Zemo went back to the sofa. “Arrogant, but right. The Super-soldier serum is here in Madripoor. Dr. Wilfred Nagel is the man you wanna thank. Or… condemn, depending on what sied of this you’re on. The Power Broker had him working on the serum, but… things didn’t go as planned.”
“Is Nagel still in Madripoor?” Zemo asked. She slightly leaned forward, shaking her head.
“The bread crumbs you can have for free, but the bakery is gonna cost you, Baron.” She stood up. “And before you get all cute, don’t think you can find Nagel without me.” Suddenly Sam’s phone started to vibrate in the inside pocket of his suit jacket. Frainn clenched her fist. Doing anything wouldn’t do them a favor because Selby had heard it and if there was magically no sound, it would be strange. He looked at the screen of his cellphone and glanced back at Selby who now stood right in front of him. “Answer it. On speaker.”
“Hello?” He eventually said, taking a deeper voice than usual, trying to keep it together for the act. A female voice rose.
“Hey, um, we need to talk about this situation. It’s been drivin” me nuts.”
“What situation exactly are you talking about?”
“Are you high?” The woman wondered, sensing something wasn’t right about the way Sam was talking to her over the phone which made Frainn think it was someone close to him, who would know his behavior was off. Whilst he was on the phone, Selby walked around the room. “You know what situation, it’s the only situation me and you have.”
“What situation, Sarah? Say it.” He sounded fakely bothered.
“The damn boat. And watch your tone. Okay? I let you slide at the bank.” Sam scoffed before replying.
“The bank. Yeah. Laundered so much…” He chuckled, shaking his head with a proud smile, trying to play this off. “Yeah, they’ll come around.”
“If that was the case, then why’d they dog you out, Big Time?”
“Yeah, you damn right I’m Big Time. You’ll see when I have that banker killed.”
“Cass! What’d I tell you about the Cheerios? I don’t have time for this!” She seemed to be addressing a kid, maybe hers even. Frainn grabbed the golden pen in her pocket and slowly extended it to its full size, her hand tightly holding onto the spear, feeling that it was about to go down rather quickly in the next seconds, and she sensed right, it did, the moment the woman articulated his real name for everyone to hear and the Goddess didn’t expect this so it wasn’t Conrad that Selby and her men heard. “Sam, I’m sorry. I’ll call you back.”
“Sam? Who’s Sam? Kill them!” Right after she gave the order, a bullet pierced her throat and her body fell heavily on the floor. Frainn revealed herself and helped to get rid of Selby’s men. Bucky and Sam took the guns of the guards they knocked out and Zemo and Frainn followed them to a door in the lounge.
“They’re gonna pin this on us.” Sam looked at Zemo and the Baron sighed.
“We have a real problem now, so leave your weapons and follow my lead.” He instructed the Bucky and Sam. The two men let go of the guns and they all walked out of the bar through the back of the building and out onto the crowded streets. They heard cell phones chimed and people chattering as they walked briskly to get away before anyone identified them and, in any case, before Frainn could even hide them, people had seen them. Some guy suddenly fired at them and Frainn deflected the bullets with a violent gust of wind, and they went right back at the shooter but it was only the first of many who wanted the bounty on their heads for the murder of Selby. They all sped up and started running and Frainn took care of the guys after them all while running along them.
“I can’t run in these heels!” Sam complained.
“Just fucking run, Sam!” Frainn groaned and she looked behind when she heard bikes coming after them. “Where the fuck is Zemo?”
“What?” Sam looked back as she threw discs of ice under the motorcicles’ wheels, and it froze the whole machine along with the people driving them and they fell with a crash and broke into pieces, as if they were only made of ice. She turned around and looked up. Seeing a window half opened and a sniper posted right there, she didn’t think twice and the moment the person was closing the window after shooting someone on the street, she gathered the wind around her hands and thew a gust of it, shattering the glass towards the inside, and right at the sniper, whoever that was. Zemo then reappeared, shooting another.
“You seem to have a guardian angel.” Bucky and Sam looked at Frainn at Zemo’s comment and all she was thinking of after hearing him say this was how Bucky called her Steve’s guardian angel the day they met in this back alley, and he saw it in her eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking in this instant.
“Well, this is too perfect.” A woman’s voice rose from the shadows behind Zemo, and he turned around as she approached. Frainn frowned when she recognized Sharon beneath that hood, holding the Baron at gun point. “Drop it, Zemo.”
“Sharon?” Bucky was as surprise to see her.
“You cost me everything.” She ignored the super soldier, walking toward Zemo and he stepped back between Bucky and Sam. The latter stretched his hand out, palm to Sharon.
“Sharon, wait.” Frainn walked around, observing the woman’s face. She noticed cuts on her face. “Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead.”
“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.”
“So what are you doing here?” Bucky wondered.
‘I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass, so that you could save him from him.” She pointed Sam, Bucky and Zemo in order with her gun. “I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up. So, I’m off the grid in Madripoor.
“Had a little accident, Sharon?” Frainn asked in a softly threatening way, almost like hiss of a snake to the blond’s ear. She glanced at her but gave no response, shrugging it off.
“Don’t blow smoke. I was on the run, too.” Sam retorted.
“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore. I can’t. My father doesn’t know where I am.”
“How sad, Sharon. I feel you.” Frainn overplayed being sad and nodded, then cracked a fake sympathetic smile. Her sarcasm was probably misplaced and a childish reaction in this moment, but she was bitter upon hearing her play the victim. Sure, she was. Unfair things happened to her, but the goddess could compete on who had it worse. “Mine doesn’t know where I am and I can’t talk to him or anyone of my family either,” She pressed heavily each of the words that followed, and it threw a cold. “because they’re all dead.”
“Hey. Listen…” Looking at Sharon, Bucky was the one to speak up, stepping beside the goddess, a hand on her shoulder. She swallowed harshly, maybe she needed to vent on someone, and she didn’t feel bad for it. Sharon wasn’t anyone to her. “Sharon, we need your help.” The blonde chuckled. “Please.”
“This isn’t over. I have a place in High Town. You’ll be safe there.” She then walked away, and Bucky motioned at the two others to follow as he placed his arm in Frainn’s back, leading her along with him. Sharon brought them to a car and they crossed Madripoor to the gate of a fancy building.
“Looks like breaking all those laws is treating you well.” Sam stated as they entered. It was a quite luxious indeed. Even with an Asgardian interpretation of the word luxury, she could see it was rather nice, but she preferred the gold and greatness of her homeworld’s architecture, which she could ever only see again in memories.
“I thought if I had to hustle, might as well enjoy the life of a real hustler. You know how much I’ll get for a real Monet?” Frainn frowned, not knowing who this Monet was and just listened to Sharon talking with Sam as they climbed a bunch of stairs.
“Deactivate your hustle mode. You sell fake Monets.”
“No.” Zemo spoke up and Sam turned to him. “She means real. This gallery is specialized in stolen artwork. Monet. Van Gogh. Classics.”
“It’s true.” Frainn nodded at Bucky’s affirmation, but she had no idea what and who they were talking about. She had only knowledge of the Nordic artworks, she wasn’t so informed about Midgardian’s art in general and those names meant nothing to her as she didn’t know the people. “You know, half the artwork in museums like the Louvre is fake. Real stuff sits in places like this.”
“I must admit, I’m lost.” Frainn whispered to Bucky as she looked at the painting of a lady in a white dress, holding an umbrella. He glanced at her and chuckled.
“Okay, guys, I see what you’re doing. You’re more wordly than good olf Sam.”
“Yeah. What’s Google say?” Bucky inquired as he and Frainn walked past Sam.
“Come on, you guys need to change.” Sharon called out to them. “I’m hosting clients in an hour.” She opened a double door and led them into a sitting room with a bar, a couple sofas and a rack full of nice clothing for the guys. She left them for a moment and came back after Bucky changed into a suit and Sam was going through the clothes on display, topless as she walked in, Zemo drinking at the bar. Frainn was sitting next to Bucky on the sofa, in a fancy green backless dress with a slit along her leg and a plunging neckline. She had her spear turned into a gold arm ring with Nodic runes associated with Loki engraved on it and her necklace with the wolf's head pendant that she had been given by Frigga centuries ago, and that her mother wanted to give her. Her dark hair were slicked back on her head, brought into a high ponytail, hair cascading down on her neck.
“What’s going on, Sharon? You don’t ever wanna come back home?” Sam wondered.
“They’ll lock me up if I step foot back in the States. Madripoor doesn’t allow extradition.”
“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t call, but after The Blip and the chaos, I just…”
“Look, you know the whole hero thing is a joke, right?” They listened the two in silence, Frainn let her head fall on the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling, fidgeting with the pendant of her necklace. “The way you gave up that shield, deep down, you must know that it’s all hypocrisy.”
“He knows. And not so deep down.” Zemo chimed in, a glass in his hand.
“By the way, how is the new Cap?” Frainn clenched her jaw and sighed at Sharon’s question. All the Goddess wanted was to see that jackass drop dead on the ground.
“Don’t get me started.” Bucky said in a low voice, hands joined on his laps. Sharon scoffed.
“Please. You buy into all that stars and stripes bullshit. Before you were his pet psychopath,” She walked around the sofa and sat down on Frainn’s right ands the latter straightened up her head and stared at her. “you were Mr. America! Cap’s best friend, and you, Frainn, you were Eagle, his sidekick.”
“I’m no one sidekick. I was his friend.” She spat, bitter.
“Wow. She’s kind of awful now.” Bucky stated and exchanged a glance with Frainn.
“Karli Morgenthau and at least seven others have taken the serum.” Sam approached, adjusting the high collar of his top.
“You guys really should steer clear of all this for your own safety.”
“We know it’s a risk, but we’re not gonna leave until we find the one who cracked the code.” Sam insisted and Sharon frowned, worried.
“We got a name. Wilfred Nagel.” Bucky added. Sharon then stood up and took a few steps away towards a plate with alcool bottles near which Zemo was seating.
“Nagel works for the Power Broker.”
“We need your help, Sharon. I can get your name cleared.” Sam tried to convince her.
“You haggling with my life?”
“Not like that.”
“I don’t buy that.” She retorted, a glass in her hand and sat down. “You pretending like you can clear my name.”
“Okay, maybe it is hypocrisy. Maybe you’re right. What happened to you.” He stood up and walked toward her. “But I’m willing to try if you are.” He motioned to Bucky and Frainn with his hand. “They cleared the bionic machine, and he killed almost everybody he’s met.”
“I heard that.” Bucky declared, staring at the floor.
“They even gave US and Norwegian citizenship to his alien— Goddess of a girlfriend, and she killed almost everybody she’s met too.”
“I heard that too.” Frainn sighed.
“I don’t trust charity.” Sharon shook her head.
“All right, a deal then. You help us out, and I get your name cleared.” Sam crossed his arms and then held out a hand to her, which she took before taking a sip of her drink with a sigh and stood up.
“Well, I sell to some pretty connected people. Lay low, blend in, enjoy the party.” She walked away towards some stairs. “Try to stay outta trouble. I’ll see what I can find.”
“Trouble.” Zemo looked at the three others in the room and shrugged, his glass in between his hand.
“I don’t like Midgardian parties.” Frainn stood up and walked toward one of the French windows opening onto the balcony, her heels making her even taller than she was already, slamming on the floor with every step she took. She went to the balustrade and looked down on the city, plunged in the dark of the night with blue LED panels all over the place, giving to the place that was Madripoor a peculiar aura. “I’d rather have an Asgardian feast.”
“What’s it like?” She turned her head upon hearing Bucky’s voice behind her as he came next to her to the balustrade. She turned her head to him before looking back down at the streets.
“I went to a few of them before I was cast out. It was always so cheerful. People were eating and drinking, seated at the longest table I had ever seen or chatting here and there, laughing. Oh, and the food. The food was divine.” She chuckled at the use of this word as she was herself pretty much a Goddess, and it felt a bit funny to use it. But in any case, her smile faded rather quickly as nostalgia got the upper hand and the joy that the memory brought her turned into sadness of never being able to relive this moment.
“It sounds fun. Care to show me, honey?” He put his hand over hers and she raised her eyes to him. Frainn knew he meant showing him by using her illusions casting power and she grabbed his other hand, turning to him and in the blink of an eye, their surroundings changed, and she saw wonders in Bucky’s eyes. The golden palace of Asgard, candles hanging on the walls, their flames dancing to the breeze, laughs and people eating and drinking everywhere. At first, he must have thought it was just some projection to show him but when they looked around, they saw her younger self, sitting next to Loki in a corner, swinging her leg in the air. “Is that you?”
“Yes. My father didn’t like these feasts much, but I managed to get him to come sometimes.” He held on to her hands as she walked to her and Loki and stood a couple feet away from them. They could hear the conversation the two were having.
“You’re so not fun, Loki.”
“Those celebrations are a waste of my time.”
“No, they’re not.” Young Frainn argued.
“Did you know he was your dad, at that time?” Bucky wondered, watching her and the God of Mischief chatting. Frainn glanced at the floor for a second.
“No. The moment I found out, I went berserk and caused a massacre.” The settings switched. They were in the mountains on the other side of the realm, far from the palace, their feet were sinking in the snow and there she was. She saw herself sitting in the snow, her skin blue and eyes red just staring ahead with this downcast look. There was also anger in her eyes. Bucky was probably silent because he didn’t know what to say upon seeing this. She was showing him things she never really talked about that much. She thought that he must have wondered if she told Steve or anyone else the whole story about her banishement. But even if she did talk about it, it wasn’t the same as letting people dive into her own memories. As the guards came and dragged her back to the palace, she shut down the illusion and they were back on the balcony, facing the balustrade, holding their hands.
“Hey,” They turned around and saw Sam holdig the French doors opened ajar. “What’s taking you so long to talk about?”
“We’re coming.” Bucky simply replied and Sam nodded and went back inside with Zemo. The latter was looking right at Frainn with this strange fascination he had when she spoke of her past, which were stories coming right from mythology books. He eventually got up and stopped looking so she turned to Bucky.
“Let’s go to that party.” Frainn declared but her words were met by Bucky’s lips softly connecting with hers. She kissed him back. His lips tasted sweet and the comforting kiss, as good as it was, ended when they went on their way to the party going on downstairs. A loud upbeat music was playing in the now crowded show room, arms up in the air, drinks in hands, everyone was dancing in rhythm to the music, cheering. Frainn found a party like this quite grotesque. The music and vibe of the party wasn’t to her liking, and she just followed, Zemo, Sam and Bucky to the bar with a straight face. A moment ago, she was opening her heart to Bucky, sharing a sweet moment with him and now she was here, already bored. As Zemo and Sam went their separate ways, Bucky brought his hand to Frainn’s waist, standing next to her.
“I know you don’t like it. Just stay at the bar and get yourself some drinks.”
“That sounds like a plan. I hold alcohol very well.” She joked, still stone-faced as she watched the people partying all around the room.
“Not everyone knows that.” He retorted with a smirk as he let his hand slip down her back and walked away, making his way through the crowd of people dancing, jumping on the spot. The Goddess sketched a slight smile and went to sit at one of the barstools along the bar, her side to it to keep an eye on the party going on, not turning her back to anyone. She ordered the strongest drink the barman had and casually drank it like there was no alcohol in it. She felt it, but it didn’t have effect on her body. It would take a lot more than whatever she was served to get drunk. After a moment that seemed awfully long and she was already at her fourth drink, she noticed Bucky motioning for her to come to him and Sam with his hand, so she just got up and walked over to them. “You’ll be happy.”
“Why is that?”
“Sharon found Nagel.” Sam told her.
It was very early in the morning when all four of them left the party and went with Sharon to the docks of Madripoor where were stacked hundreds of huge containers. It was apparently in the area that this Wilfred Nagel they were looking for, was hiding, working on the serum.
“Madripoor could give New York a run for its money.” Sam said as they walked after Sharon as she led them around the place.
“They know how to party.” Zemo retorted.
“I beg to differ.” Frainn argued, glancing at Zemo behind her. She always felt that her royal titles were just that, titles but the more she experienced new things, she saw that there was a gap between her and her upbringing and everyone else. That kid of party or gathering would never have had its place on Asgard, or Jotunheim for that matter. There wasn’t any party in that ice kingdom anyway but on Asgard, the parties were like she showed Bucky through her memories. Gold, drinks, good food, fruits, meat, laughs and chatter with a breath-taking view from the palace’s balcony. It was something else.
“With that bounty on your head, Zemo, the longer you’re in Madripoor, the less likely you’re ever leaving.” Sharon spoke up, glancing up and down at her phone. She then stopped in front of a containers’ double doors. “All right. He’s in there. Container four-two-six-one. I’ll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We’re on borrowed time.”
She handed them earpieces for each of them, before leaving them on their own. They walked to the container and Sam opened the door which creaked briefly. They glanced inside but it was empty.
“Hey, Sharon. You sure this is the right one?” He inquired. “It’s latelytely empty.”
“Positive. It has to be.” She replied and they stepped inside. Frainn looked around and went to the back of the container. Zemo came along with his flashlight, and he passed his gloved fingers on the sheet metal and they glanced at each other, thinking there was a door right there. She pushed the panel with both hand and it moved under the pressure so he and Frainn looked at Sam and Bucky. There was a flight of stairs with music coming from above. Bucky and Sam pulled out their guns and walked up the stairs first, Zemo bringing up the rear. Silently, they walked into a lab with music blasting from a record player. And there he was, Wilfred Nagel, oblivious to their intrusion, his back to them as they approached, focused on whatever he was doing. Frainn, Sam and Bucky exchanged a look and she pulled out her spear, concealing the noise Sam stopped the music. The scientist turned around, already on the defensive and stared at Sam.
“Dr Nagel?”
“Who are you? What do you want?”
“We know you created the super-soldier serum.” Sam insisted.
“Get out my lab.” He walked past him and was met by two rather threatening people, Frainn and who he knew as the Winter Soldier. His confidence dropped very quickly when he saw the two and when he noticed the sharp blade of the spear she held in her hand.
“You know who he is, right?” Sam grabbed the scientist’s arm and showed him Frainn and Zemo in turn. “This is Frainn Lokadottir, the Avenger and this is Baron Zemo, I know you’ve heard of them too, right?” He pushed him toward Bucky, still holding his arm and cornered him. “You seem like a pretty smart guy. So you better become conversational real quick.
“How about a counter proposal? Make me a better offer and I’ll talk.”
“People on this planet have such an audacity.” She casually walked to him and put her hand to his neck. She wasn’t squeezing. She didn’t need to choke him to hurt him. Her hand slowly turned blue, and he started to wince, trying to repress and conceal the pain that he began to feel.
“Guys, we have company.” Sharon said over the coms. Frainn glanced at the others and brought the coldness to another level and the scientist breathed in and out rather loudly still trying to contain himself. She dragged him to a chair and forcefully sat him down as he started to groan in pain
“Here’s this “better offer” that you want.” She was crouched in front of him, her hand still holding onto his neck, looking at him dead in the eyes. “If you don’t want to die, you talk. If speak, I take off my hand and your neck will heal from this just fine but the longer you take to decide… you either get your throat slit or he shoots you in the head. Simple.” On that note, Bucky fired a warning shot behind him and brought the barrel of the gun to his temple.
“Okay. Okay.” He eventually gave in, and she nodded, letting go off him and standing back up. He took a deep breath in, bringing his hands up to his neck but not daring touching the burn she caused on his skin. Bucky then lowered his gun. “I was brought into HYDRA’s Winter Soldier program to pick up their work after the five failed test subjects in Siberia. When HYDRA fell, I was recruited by the CIA. They had blood samples from an American test subject with semi-stable traces of serum in his system. After much labor, I was able to isolate the necessary compounds in his blood. I was a god.” Frainn’s jaw clenched. “I did what no other scientist since Erskine was able to do. But mine was going to be different. No clunky machines or jacked up bodies. Mine was going to be subtle, optimized, perfect.”
“How have we never heard about this?” Sam was in disbelief in front of how insane the man sounded.
“Because… Before I was able to complete my work, I turned to dust. Then when I returned, it was five years later, program had been abandoned, so I came here. The Power Broker was more than happy to fund the recreation of my work.”
“How many vials did you make?” Wilson asked.
“Twenty.” He looked away for a second. “Karli Morgenthay stole those, so… I can only imagine what the Power Broker has planned for that poor girl.”
“Where’s Karli now?” Sam went on with the questions.
“I don’t know where she is but a couple days ago, she called and asked if I could help someone named Donya Madani. Poor woman has tuberculosis. Typical of overpopulation in displacement camps like that.”
“Well, what happened to her?” The scientist shrugged.
“Not my pig. Not my farm.”
“Is there any serum in this lab?” Bucky inquired and as Nagel kept quiet, he brought his gun to his head once again.
“No.” He finally said.
“Now what?” Bucky turned his head to his peers and suddenly, Sharon bursted in the lab.
“Guys, we’re seriously outta time here.” Out of nowhere, Zemo pulled out a gun and shot Nagel in the chest. The latter fell over on the floor, dead, in a pool of his own blood. Sharon and Sam jumped at Zemo and blocked him against a wall, but they had no time doing anything, an explosion occured in the lab and they all were projected to the floor. Frainn was lying there, having a hard time breathing after the heat of the blast of fire that entered the lab upon the explosion. She gasped for air and winced as an alarm blared fluriously in the room, ringing her ears. The ringing was bearable. What was much harder to deal with for her was the heat that filled the whole room all of a sudden. She turned her head when she heard a muffled voice coming from her right and before she could understand what was happening, she felt Bucky’s hands grab her sides and help her on her feet, passing her arm around his shoulders.
“Frainn—” Bucky said her name but as they climbed down the stairs, another explosion sounded loud, causing the container above them collapse in front of the one they were in. Bucky ducked over Frainn to shield her just in case. Sam and Sharon were the first one to step outside while Bucky brought the palm of his hand to Frainn's forehead and he immidietaly took his hand off of her skin. “You’re burning up.”
“I gathered that.” She articulated, swallowing harshly. With the outside breeze entering the container, she regained her senses, but she still felt very weakened. “Leave me just a sec, join the others… I just need a minute.”
“All right, Frainn.” He was a little worried to leave her there but he reluctantly obliged, helping her to sit against a wall and he stepped outside. She breathed out and tensed her fingers. Her sking turned blue and she had some kind of relief. She didn’t know what skin-color she was born, she only ever saw herself with her white skin until she found out about her ancestry but then, she mostly kept this white skin and it felt effortless all the time until she got herself into situations like this one, which didn’t happen very often, and then she would feel a difference. It actually required some magic to keep her skin-color white but so little that it wasn’t a bother, she was more used to this one anyway. Less than a minute later, she stood up and walked outside. Shots rang out here and there, hitting the sheet metal containers around them. She stepped in the middle of the shooting, out in the open, her skin blue and her eyes red. It was definitely something to see given she was still in her dress because she had been too lazy to change into something else, and it wasn’t harder to move in it as it wasn’t really tight.
“Frainn.” She heard Bucky call out her name, but she didn’t look at him as bullets started hitting her in bursts and yet, she didn’t flinch. She wasn’t moving an inch as if the bullets weren’t doing anything to her, which was actually the case. As funny as it sounded, her skin was so thick due to her being Asgardian and Jotun. One shooter got confused and it gave an opening for Bucky to shoot him down. She generated an ice pick along her hand and threw it at another that was standing above the containers. He had no time to dodge it and it pierced through him, and he fell heavily on his back. A second later, a pipe exploded, and another fire briefly sprung from it. Frainn crouched and put her arms and hands in front of her face, swirling a wind around her which she then sent on the black smoke that succeeded the fire and cleared the area. She slowly stood up and watched a figure jumped off a container, figure that she recognized to be Zemo given the coat he wore was the exact same and she watched him take down the last opponents standing, and she shook her head, sighing.
“Great fucking show.” She groaned. Bucky came by her when he, Sam and Sharon took the opportunity to run, and she followed the three of them without a word. Sam suddenly opened a container’s door as someone shot at them and he snatched a bar from it and knocked down another coming from behind him and Frainn. He then threw it at the woman that fired at them, pining her against a container. Frainn stared at her as she groaned and winced in pain and threw a thin disc of glass to slit the side of her throat. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out of it and less than a second later, there was no life left in her eyes. Frainn was pulled into the container Sam opened by the man himself and the door locked itself behind her. Frainn was a little disturbed to see how easy it still was for her to take the life of others but what was she to do if they were attacking her? For once, she had a legitimate reason of attacking back and killing. The deaths she caused back on Asgard because of Odin’s lies was the only thing she had ever done that couldn’t be excused, even though the blood of these Asgardians was on Odin’s as well. Would he not have lied to her, this would have certainly not happened. They walked across the container and Bucky punched the double door to the other side with his metal arm and they stepped out to the sound of tires creeching on the ground and here was Zemo, in a vintage car, pulling up to them.
“Supercharged.” The Sokovian stated. Frainn stared at him as her skin turned back to her Asgardian light complexion and she sighed silently.
“You’re going back to jail.” Sam reminded him.
“Do you want to find Karli or not?”
“He’s right. We need him.” Bucky added before getting in the passenger seat beside Zemo, leaving the backseat to Sam and Frainn. As her lover spoke, the Goddess walked around the car to get to the other side and get in. “And there’s three of us, and at least 20 of them. Come on.”
“Fine. But if you try that shit again…” He threateningly pointed his finger at Zemo before getting in in turn.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Well, that was one hell of a reunion.” Sharon sighed in relief, shutting the door of Bucky and Sam’s side of the car.
“Come back to the States with us.” Sam insisted.
“I told you I can’t. Just get me that pardon you promised me.”
“Thanks for everything.” Sam told her as she walked away. He slipped in his seat and looked at Bucky with annoyance. “You’re not gonna move your seat up, are you?”
“No.” The former soldier simply replied and Frainn chuckled. It was the same setting as back in 2016 when all three of them were waiting for Steve as he talked with Sharon outside of the car. Their places were reversed this time around and it was to Sam to struggle with little space for his legs.
“Donya Madani. She’s a refugee, yeah.” Sitting on a couch behind the four chairs facing each other on which all four sat on the outward journey to Madripoor, Frainn watched Sam step around while on the phone with Torres. Next to her was Bucky, cleaning his metal hand with a small towel. “Okay. Call me if you get a hit. Thanks, Torres.”
“You okay?” Bucky asked him after he let himself fall in one seat with a sigh.
“Yeah.” He replied in a deep voice. “Just thinking about all the shit Sharon had to go through. And Nagel referring to the American test subject like Isaiah wasn’t even a real person.” He straightened up and turned the seat to face Bucky. “Just makes me wonder how many people have to get steamrolled to make way for this hunk of metal.”
“Well, it depends on who you ask.” Bucky replied, looking down at his hand before switching his focus to Sam. Frainn had let her head fall on the back of the sofa and, her arms folded across her chest, she was staring into space listening to them. “That hunk of metal saved a lot of lives.”
“Yeah, I get that. All right. Maybe I made a mistake.”
“You did.”
“Yeah. Maybe I shouldn’t have put it in a museum. I should have destroyed it.” Frainn suddenly lifted her head and stared at Sam.
“Look, that shield represents a lotta things to a lotta people, including me, and Frainn.” He leaned forward, his arms resting on his knees. “The world is upside down, and we need a new Cap, and it ain’t gonna be Walker. So before you go and destroy it, I’ll take it from him myself.”
“Yeah.” Sam’s phone vibrated and he picked it up. Zemo arrived at the same time, small dishes in his hands and handed it over to Bucky, Sam and Frainn so they could eat, and he then sat down on the seat with its back to Bucky on the sofa. “They found Madani… dead. She died in Riga, a city near the Baltic Sea.”
“I have a place we can go.” Zemo spoke up. “I, for one, am looking forward to coming face to face with Karli. Oeznik, we’re changing the course.”
Riga, Latvia
“I heard what become of Sokovia.” Zemo said as they walked down the street towards the place Zemo owned in the city. “Cannibalized by its neighbors before the land was cleared of rubble, erased from the map. I don’t suppose any of you bothered visiting the memorial?” As his question was met by silence, he pursued. “Of course not. Why would you? We are here.”
“I’m gonna go on a walk.” Bucky then randomly declared, and everyone stopped in their tracks in front of the building and turned to him.
“You good?” Sam inquired.
“Yeah. See you guys in a bit.” He replied as he turned around and walked away. Frainn watched him going the other way, wondering what was going on but she didn’t say anything and followed Sam and Zemo inside. She needed some rest after all that happened in just the past couple days.
[To be continued…]
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Published (05/25/2022) by Andrea
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My princely beast | chapter one
Summary: Loki and thanos have almost successfully taken over the planet and have dispensed of the earths mightiest hero’s. In the action however, Loki brings Tony’s daughter to his grand estate in the countryside, addled with guilt for his actions as he begins to break free from Thanos’ mind control.
Pairing: Loki x stark!oc
Warnings: darkish!loki, mind control, captive?, blood, violence, gore, smut
A/n: after re-reading ACOTAR and watching beauty and the beast this little scenario popped right into my head and after days of day dreaming I decided I had to write it.
I stare out of the fogged up window of my bedroom in this strange estate, I suppose I should be more relived I haven’t been thrown into some sort of dungeon or cell. Then again, my captor decided to throw my father to the cells and keep me so maybe I should be more worried. I have spent three days here and am yet to come across my captor, I’d have hope he doesn’t live here if not for the group of servants potting around the place, each with a hanging fear over their heads.
I turn around at the sound of a knocking at my door. Helga, a maid, comes in and places a plate of cookies on the desk in my new cell.
“You should eat something.” She tells me, not a suggestion but more of a command. I shake my head, pulling my soft hand away from the cool window, wiping the wet condensation on my night gown. I have been left such strange clothes, some clearly modern but most what I can only assume is Asgardian. I haven’t worn any of them, only kept onto a silk nightgown that drops to the floor in a soft pink hue and my black crew neck with the words “stark industries” printed on its front in bold white words. I see now that’s it’s probably all that’s left of my family, my legacy. The great Starks, reduced to nothing at the hands of a cruel god. “He hasn’t poisoned it.” Helga stars again with a roll of her eyes. “He’s not been here to poison it and I doubt he would bother himself with such trivial matters if you seem intent on starving yourself anyway.” I grab for the pale cream cookie with anxiousness, watching Helgas face as I eat. I try my best to keep an ounce of dignity, but I haven’t eaten in nearly three days.
“Why am I here?” I ask as I finish the cookie, desperate to grab another and scoff that one but I’ll wait until she goes. Helga surveys me as I sit on the bed, my body pulled as far into itself as possible, hands clenched into fists. Fear. Im completely petrified of why he kept me and what he plans to do to me.
“I do not know.” She tells me, a bow in her head showing her honesty. Maybe that’s worse, if his intentions aren’t clear to his servants then maybe I should try and leave, run as fast as I can and hope to find someone out here in the depths of the countryside. “You are free to leave.” Helga tells me, as if she has read to mind. “He has said that much.” I only stare at her in confusion. He must be a terrible captor if I am free to leave. Helga leaves me at that and the second the door clicks closed I grab for the plate and groan at the taste of sweet sugar.
Afterwards, I look down at myself and see the dirt clinging to my nightgown and the messy nature of my hair and decide to shower, after all it’s very unlikely anything could happen to me in there. I walk into the vast bathroom, it’s an odd mix of old time decor and the newest technology. I fiddle with the knobs until I have it running smoothly and hot and turn around to lock the door. I pull off the jumper and fold it on the shelf but the nighgown I accept is a lost cause. When the hot water begins to cascade down my throat I all but groan, savouring the feeling of warmth and comfort. The shower is fully stocked with an array of luxurious products. I grab at the soap and scrub my body red and raw, desperately trying to remove the dirt from me but it clings to me. I slide down the soaked wall of the shower and sit on the floor, bringing my knees to my chest and for the first time in three days, since I lost everything, I cry. The pattering of hard water on stone drowns out the sound of my choked out sobs, as I heave and heave, searching for breath. After a few minutes I stand back up on shaking legs and scrub at my brown locks. I pull myself away from the warmth of the water and wrap towel around myself.
I step out of the bathroom to find the sheets of my, his bed have been changed and the plate of crumbs removed. Tugging the cotton towel closer, I survey the large chest of drawers, the top is filled with underwear, a lot from my own drawers back home and some of it new. Thick cotton socks are shoved into the corner and corset like bras are lined up in a multitude of colours. I pull out one of these corsets and a pair of my own underwear and toss them on the bed. The next draw is stacked full of nightgowns - again a mix of mine and new ones. The third draw is full of soft cotton shirts and leggings, along with thick knitted jumpers. The fourth draw is the most interesting however, I pull out stacks of thick leather, noting a deep cut vest that laces at the front and black trousers, ones that would no doubt cling to me like second skin. I shove the clothes back in the drawer and wander over to the dark oak wardrobe. All the furniture looks old, worn but the appliances, such as the large tv, new. It was as if the house had been left here abandoned and my captor had claimed it, that was easily possible.
I run my hands along the soft fabrics as I chose a dress. I land on a more earthly dress in a faded green colour and toss it to the bed too. Lined up at the bottom of the wardrobe is an assortment of shoes, red bottomed stilettos, country boots, leather boots that matched the other leather apparel my captor had left for me and an array of slip on shoes. I chose black ones with a small heel and dress myself. The dress falls to my ankles, billowing lightly around me, it cuts diagonally at my shoulders, showing my collarbone. The back laces up and I wrestle with the fabric as I tug them tight, allowing the dress to cling to the curves of my body. I slip on the shoes and sneak at my door, worried I’ll find someone outside it.
I pull open the heavy wood and find an unbreathing corridor. I keep my hands clenched into fists as I walk slowly down the hallway, my head anxiously darting from left to right like the god will attack me from the shadows. I turn at the end of the hallway and find the stairs to the foyer. I scale down them anxiously, watching the door with heavy breaths. I don’t see anyone else around the house, no cooks or cleaners but the house is in perfect condition and there is no way Helga could do it all herself. Magic most likely, dark dangerous magic belonging to a darker and much more dangerous man. I reach the bottom of the stairs and contemplate going for the door and running but I have no clue where I am, no coat or food and no weapon to defend myself. That’s what I should do, find something to defend myself with. I wander the hallways in search of a kitchen, hoping to steal a cutting knife, better than nothing. I find the kitchen at last but nearly grown as I find Helga in there, preparing a large chicken with numerous spices, I see bubbling pots on the stove full of vegetables and a tray of bread rolls waiting to be cooked. It can’t all be for me. Dread settles over me as I realise he’s coming to the house, to my prison. Helga looks up at me and says nothing, going back to her cooking, the knives are on the other side of the kitchen and if she is distracted she probably won’t notice me grabbing one for the rack. Attempting to be nonchalant, I walk around the kitchen Island and towards my weapons but before I can wrap my sweating palm around a blade Helga interrupts me.
“He keeps his weapons in the armoury, it’s in the right wing, the doors down and to your right.” I don’t turn around, or move or make a noise. I can’t help but question why she would tell me such things, what motive she might have. “There’s a chest full of throwing knives and daggers, ones with sheaths.” She tells me, not looking up from the potato she is currently peeling. “You’ll cut yourself on that knife if you keep it at your chest, the smartest place to keep a knife.” Trusting Helga seems stupid but she seems to have lied about nothing else and there is nothing malicious in her tone. I retreat from the kitchen without a word and stalk down the corridors, I takes me nearly an hour to find the armoury in the maze of a house and true to her word it is full of weapons. I find a chest and prop it open, fishing out a dagger, its handle is gold and carved with runes that match the ones on the leather sheath. A large emerald stone is placed at the hilt and I turn it over in my hands, feeling the heavy weight of the metal - most likely Asgardian. I shove it down my chest and stand up. He might he furious at me for taking from him, he might even kill me but I do not care, I do not have much to live for anymore.
With the dagger safely at my chest, I retreat and head back to my room but I stop when I hear voices coming from the kitchen, I hide around the corner, recognising the quick tone of Helga and the dark growl of my captor.
“She left her room?” He asks, Helga responds in a simple yes as she chops, the sound of the knife clattering though the room. “And what did she do?” He asks her. I still, the colour draining from my face, limbs shaking.
“Came in here in search of a knife.” Helga drones, entirely uninterested. I wait in heavy silence for a negative reaction from my captor but receive none, only an interested hum. “I told her she’d have better luck in the armoury and she left, almost likely to grab a better blade.” My captor muses himself with a huff of his breath and sighs. “Interesting…” he says. “Do relay my message to her.” He asks and then he’s stalking out of the room and I press myself as far into the wall as I can go. I thank whatever good is out there and he turns and storms down the hallway, not even noticing me.
Hours later, Helga stands at my doorway again. I put down a copy of “little women” I found on one of the shelves in the room and look up at her, wondering if it has anything to do with my captor and his conversation with her.
“The prince has invited you to dine with him.” Helga tells me, no emotion in her voice. My dark eyebrows furrow in confusion at his ‘invitation’. “He wishes to disgust a deal.” She informs me, I still remain frozen upon the bed. “If I were you I’d listen to what he has to say and if things were to go awry then… run like hell.” She tells me and then she is gone, shouting down the hall to be ready for eight. I glance at the clock and see it is in an hour.
After twenty minutes of consideration, I decide I will go. I keep on the dress I’m already wearing and ignore the makeup laid out for me on the vanity unit. My hair has now dried and I decided to plait it on a wreath around my head, keeping it up and out of my face, a practical hairstyle in case things go awry.
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The Princess and the Wolf (Loki X OC Love Story)
By LadyLoki234
Chapter One
Once upon a time, there lived a King and his fair Queen who were blessed with four beautiful daughters whose names were Cassandra, Penelope, Katherine, and their youngest daughter Ophelia. The four princesses were each born with extortionary gifts, Cassandra the eldest possessed the gift of speaking with animals. Penelope the second oldest was possessed with the gift of healing giving her the power to heal the sick and injured Katherine the middle child was granted with the gift of understanding and seeing illnesses. Lastly, Ophelia the youngest daughter was blessed with the gift of using her voice to sing. The daughters were beloved by all the people in their kingdom, but it was Princess Ophelia who was adored by all who heard her beautiful voice.
For many years the King and his Queen ruled their kingdom in peace, and the princesses used their gifts to help all who were in need. Cassandra made sure that all the animals lived within the forests and ensured their safety. Penelope and Katherine attended to the sick and injured in the castle infirmary and used their abilities as best as they could. Ophelia would spend her days out walking through the forest admiring the beauty of nature, she comes across a small pond sits on top of a medium-sized rock, and sings to herself.
Vargen ylar i nattens skog
(The wolf is howling in the forest of the night)
Han vill men kan inte sova
(He wants to, but cannot sleep)
Hungern river i hans varga buk
(The hunger tears his wolven stomach)
Och det är kallt i hans stova
(And it’s cold in his burrow)
Du varg du varg, kom inte hit
(Wolf, wolf, don’t you come here)
Ungen min får du aldrig
( I will never let you take my child)
Vargen ylar i nattens skog
(The wolf is howling in the forest of the night)
Ylar av hunger o klagar
(Howling out of hunger and moaning)
Men jag ska ge’n en grisa svans
(But I will give him a pigtail)
Sånt passar i varga magar
(Which suits a wolven stomach)
Du varg du varg, kom inte hit
(Wolf, wolf, don’t you come here)
Ungen min får du aldrig
( I will never let you take my child)
But little did she know that she was being watched from the shadows of the forest, suddenly the princess heard the sound of a twig breaking, and she looked around trying to figure out where the sound came from. She was still sitting on top of the rock as she kept wandering on what was in the forest with her, then she spotted a pair of glowing green eyes from behind some bushes, then there was a low growling sound, the princess picked up a large branch that was on the ground and holds it in both of her hands to defend herself with.
Slowly a large black wolf emerges from the bushes and begins to approach her, the princess is scared at first as the wolf comes closer to her. The wolf was not like all the wolves that run freely in the forests, this wolf was as tall as a horse with jet black fur with a little sliver under his neck and chest, and his eyes were like the color of emeralds. Ophelia closed her eyes afraid to meet the wolf’s gaze, then there was silence Ophelia slowly opened her eyes and saw that the large wolf was lying there with its head still up with its green eyes still fixed upon her, she didn’t see that the wolf was aggressive in any way but noticed that the wolf wasn’t going to hurt her, she slowly puts the branch down onto the ground and slowly climbs down off of the rock, the wolf didn’t move from its spot as Ophelia slowly approaches him, The wolf laid there still as he watched her walking closer towards him.
Ophelia had never seen a wolf that was twice as big as any of the normal-sized ones that roam around the forests during the night, but this wolf was out in broad daylight and there were no other wolves to be seen, she guessed that he must have been a lone wolf who didn’t have a pack of his own.
As she was a couple of feet from him the wolf stood up from the ground standing right in front of her, Ophelia stopped in her tracks as she saw the wolf getting up off of the ground and standing there not moving an inch. The wolf stopped in front of Ophelia looking straight into her eyes, the wolf lens its head down closer to her, Ophelia stood completely still as the wolf started sniffing her, Ophelia’s body froze as the wolf was taking in her scent, soon the wolf looks back at her again then shortly after the wolf started licking her face. Ophelia laughed softly as the wolf continued licking her face, she held her hands up and placed them on the sides of the wolf’s face.
The wolf stops licking her and starts rubbing its head against her chest, Ophelia smiles taking one of her hands and running her fingers through his soft black fur.
“You’re not like all the wolves that live in this forest, you seem like you are very gentle and tamed.” She says to the wolf as she continues to pet his head running her fingers through his ebony-black fury. Ophelia sits down on the ground then the wolf dose the same lying down beside her the lays its head down on top of her lap. She softly smiles at the wolf as she runs her hand and fingers through its fury, she remembered her older sister Cassandra that not all wolves are vicious but treated with kindness and respect they can be a fine companion. As the hours passed Ophelia could see that the sun was starting to set.
" Oh my, I didn't realize that it was getting late." She says. The wolf gets up to let her up, Ophelia dusts off the dirt off of herself as she stood up, she looks back at the wolf and walks up a little closer to him. The wolf looks at her with his emerald green eyes, Ophelia then noticed that the wolves eyes didn't seem to be animal but appeared to more like human eyes. "I don't know why but your eyes are more human then animal" she says to the wolf as she stood close to him. "It's because..I'm not a wolf" The wolf spoke for the first time. Ophelia's eyes widened and took a step back away from him
"Y..You can speak, but how is this possible?" she asked.
"Please don't be afraid my lady, I will tell you of how I came be to like this." The wolf says to her in a soft tone. Ophelia nodded her head and listened to him.
"My name is Loki, Prince of Asgard son of Odin Allfather and Queen Frigga and brother of Thor." He then bows his head to her. Ophelia also bowed her head back in return. Loki counties to explain to Ophelia of why he was cursed as a wolf.
"Years ago a Sorceress came to Asgard and stood before Odin, mother Frigga, my brother and myself."
"What did she want?" Ophelia asked
"She told Odin that if he return what belongs to her she would punish Odin by placing a curse on the eldest son."
"She was going to curse your brother Thor?" Ophelia asked. Loki nodded his head then continues the rest of the story.
"Odin refused to return what belong to the Sorceress, and then the witch became angry, just as she was casted the cruse I pushed Thor out of the way and the curse was placed upon me instead, and I was transformed into the wolf you now see before you." Loki lowers his head sadly with his eyes closed. Ophelia walks up in front of Loki taking her hand and places it gently on top of his head.
"You saved your brother's life, that was a very brave thing that you did. I would have done the same for my sisters." She sees Loki lift up his head looking back at her once again. Loki steps closer to her then places his head over her shoulder as if he was gently embracing her, Ophelia softly smiles wrapping her arms around the back of his neck hugging him back with half of her face buried in his soft black fur. As they embraced each other Ophelia and Loki pull away and staired into each others eyes.
"What is your name my lady?" Loki asked.
"Ophelia, Princess Ophelia." She answers.
"It is an honor to meet you lovely Princess." He says as he bowed his head then looks back up at her. "May I ask you something Princess, while I was walking through the forest I heard the sound of someone singing, was it you?"Loki asked her to see if it was true.
Ophelia nods her head and gave him a shy smile. "Yes, it was me. My three older sisters and myself were born with different abelites." She explains to him.
"What kind of abelites do you and your sisters have?" Loki asked as he sat down and listens.
"My older sister Cassandra cane speak to animals. My second sister Penelope can heal people. And my third sister Katherine can understand and seeing illness."
"And you my dear, I may guess that yours most be your voice?" Loki asked her hoping that he had guessed right. Ophelia softly smiled "Your guess is indeed correct Prince Loki, I was gifted with the ability to sing." Loki sits back up and walks toward Ophelia then he lays down onto the ground and gestures his head towards his back.
"Climb on my back, I'll take you back home before it gets dark." He says as he offered to take her back home. Ophelia climbs onto his back, Loki slowly stands up then turns his head towards her.
"Hold on tight Princess." Ophelia nods and gently holds on to him as he sprints off out of the forest to return the princess safely back home to her father's castle.
After a few hours passed Loki had br ought Ophelia safely back to her home, but Loki couldn't go any farther, he lowers himself down onto the ground to let Ophelia off of his back. The princess looks back at Loki as he stood back up on his feet.
"This is were I leave you young princess, I cannot go any further." He says to her with a sad tone in his voice. Loki didn't like the thought of leaving his newly found friend but he knew that he must. Ophelia walks over towards Loki and looked sadly into his eyes.
"Will I see you again Loki?" she asks as she stood in front of him. Deep down in her heart Ophelia felt a deep connection towards Loki even though she had just met him, but after spending sometime with in in the forest she already felt safe around him. Loki steps closer towards Ophelia and gently nuzzles the side of her cheek with his snout as if he was comforting her.
"I will always be around whenever you need me my dear princess, if you are ever in the forest again and wish for me to come, I'll be listening for your beautiful voice so that I know that it is you." Ophelia wraps her arms around the back of Loki's neck and gives him one more hug before saying goodbye. She pulls away looking at him and strokes his cheek with her hand.
"I'll never forget you Loki, you're the only friend I've ever met, and I'll miss you." Loki leans into her touch and closes his eyes. "And I will miss you as well dear one, and I'll never forget you either." As they said their goodbyes Ophelia watched as Loki runs off back to the forest, but before he entered the forest Loki turned back around looking towards where Ophelia was still standing, he raises his head up and lets out a howl as if he was saying to her "Farewell my dear princess" then he disappears into the night back into the forest. As Loki vanished back into the forest Ophelia quietly went back inside the castle and walked back into her room. As she was in her room Ophelia walks over towards her window and looks out towards the distance. She hears a howl coming from deep within the forest, somehow she knew that it must have been Loki, she smiles softly to herself as she was about to walk away from her window "Goodnight Loki, my dear friend." She walks over to her bed lays down covering herself up with her blanket closes her eyes and falls into a deep sleep. As she fell into a deep sleep Ophelia found herself laying in a flowerbed with red and white roses, she slowly lifts herself up looking around noticing that she was in a meadow which was the same meadow were she had met Loki in the form of a giant black wolf. She felt at peace as she admired the roses that were all around her, she was careful not to touch the thorns that were on the steams of the flowers, she brings the rose up to her nose and took in the rose's scent.
"I see you're enjoying yourself my lady." A familiar voice comes from the other side of the trees, Ophelia turns around quickly to see who it was, at first there was nothing but then a shadowy figure steps out from behind one of the trees. A man walks out dressed in black green and gold clothing with an emerald green cloak draped around his shoulders, upon his head was a gold helmet with horns. Ophelia sees him approaching her, she slowly takes a step back
"Don't be afraid my princess, I mean you no harm I could never bring myself to harm you my dear." He says in a soft tone as he steps closer to her. They both stood there staring face to face, Ophelia's heart was racing fast in her chest as she looked at the man that stood before her. He reaches out one of his hands moving it towards her cheek, Ophelia remained still as he gently placing his hand upon her cheek, Ophelia's eyes close for a moment then opens them again.
"It's me Ophelia, don't you recognize me?" He asks her in a calm voice. Ophelia looks deeper into his eyes raising her right hand gently pressing her palm against his cheek, then it struck her a smile appears on her face as she finally knew who this man was.
"L..Loki? she as in a soft voice. Loki smiled and softly nods his head.
"Yes my dear princess, now you see as I truly am, but only if it's in your dreams." He leans in his into Ophelia's hand and places a soft kiss into her palm. She always wondered of what Loki was really like in his true form and now she finally knew even if she could only see him like this in her dreams, but it didn't matter to her, either in reality or in her dreams she could still see Loki whenever she had the chance.
"Is that the only way I can see you like this in my dreams?" She asked. Loki softly smiles and gently pulls her into a warm embrace. Ophelia's heart skipped a beat as Loki held her in his arms, then she wraps her arms around him and lays her head against his chest.
"Yes dear one, but even when you wake up in the morning you could always come and visit me whenever you want, even if I'm in the form of a wolf." Loki gently runs his hand on her head and tenderly runs his fingers through her hair as he held her close to him. Ophelia lifts her head up and meets his gaze, her eyes soften as their eyes meet once again, she couldn't help but feeling safe around him either if he's a human or a wolf. Loki's expression changes, Ophelia noticed that he looked sad, she places her hand under his chin and gently lifts up his head so that he was facing her.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a worried tone.
"It'll be morning soon, though I wish it wouldn't come just yet, because I very much enjoy our time that we have together." Loki takes his hand and softly caresses Ophelia's cheek. She places her hand on top of his and leans into his touch one last time.
"I enjoy spending time with you as well Loki, you're the only friend that I'll ever have and I'm glad that I met you." Loki smiles softly at her, he felt happy that he'd met someone who has accepted as who he was, this truly made him feel very warm inside and his heart was beating with joy, for he knew that this was the first time that he had ever felt this way about anyone until he had met her, something deep inside him was telling him that she could be the one, for if he learned to love and earn her love in return and receives true love's kiss then and only then could his curse be broken.
"You must go now my dear, dawn approaches." Loki leans in forward and places a tender kiss onto Ophelia's forehead. "Be well my dear princess, until we meet again." As the sun was starting to rise Ophelia wakes up propping herself up on her bed and softly smiles to herself. She could still remembers everything from her dream, Loki's soft and gently voice, the touch of his hand caressing her cheek, and the tender kiss to her forehead, she knew that it wasn't no ordinary dream like what most people would have, her dream felt and looked much more real. She gets up from her bed walks over to her vanity mirror sits down in her chair and looks at her reelection. A worried thought comes to Ophelia's mind, she was worried of what her father, mother, and sisters would think if she told them about Loki, the last thing that she needed was her father sending out his best hunters to go after Loki and kill him. This worried her a lot, but she came to make the toughest choice in her life, she would have to keep this a sceret from her own family. But her friendship with Loki was more important, or maybe it was something that was much more than friendship, she looks back at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself. "This feeling, could it be...that I've fallen in love with him?" Thought of this made Ophelia's heart beat even more fast, but she wasn't sure of when or how she would tell Loki on how she really felt about him, she was also worried if he would feel the same way about her. Then she looks at herself in the mirror and smiled.
"When the time is right, I will tell Loki how i really feel about him." That was her promise that she had made.
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Scars (25)
Chapter 25- Strike Two
Warning- angst, blood, injury
"All our work is gone. Ultron cleared out using the internet as an escape path," Bruce said.
After Ultron had crashed and ruined the party, everyone picked up the pieces they could and moved to the lab. Thor was the only one who didn't stay, instead following a loose legionnaire that had stolen Loki's Staff. Everyone else was discussing what happened. Alice sat in the back of the room, picking glass out of her hands, feet, and knees as the adults talked.
"He's been in everything files, surveillance he probably knows more about us than we know about each other," Natasha said.
Alice and Loki looked at each other for a moment. Ultron knew about them. The enemy knew about them. Alice looked away for a moment, still struggling to get the glass out of her skin, Looking around, no one was paying attention to Loki or Alice. So he took the opportunity. "let me help" he whispered as he sat beside he taking her foot in his lap he took the tweezer and set them aside and used his magic to slowly pull the glass out of her foot.
"Jarvis was the first line of defense," Alice heard, looking u to see a hologram of Jarvis's computer structure shown, but it was torn apart. "Jarvis," she whimpered, gripping Loki's bicep he rubbed her legs to help her calm and soothe her sadness for her lost friend.
"Brother?" Loki said as Thor marched in and grabbed Tony by the throat
"Daddy!" Alice jumped up, trying to get to her father. Loki picked her up and put her on the table next to Maria before her feet could even touch the floor.
"Brother! Put Stark down and think about this. Use your words" It was amazing that at this point Loki was being the reasonable one.
"I have more than enough words to describe Stark at the moment," Thor said as he tossed back Tony.
"Thor, the Legionnaire" Steve got down to business Thor dropped Tony, and Loki walked back over to Alice.
"Trail went cold about hundred miles out, but it's heading north, and it has the scepter. Now we have to retrieve it again."
"Well, the genes out of the bottle clear and present is Ultron"
" I don't understand. You built this program why is it trying to kill us" Cho asked. Tony began to laugh, surprising and enraging everyone. Alice grabbed Loki's arm, sinking her nails into his coat and in his skin last time her father laughed like this, it didn't end well.
"Daddy," Alice whispered Bruce shook his head, " You think this is funny" Thor was pissed.
"No, it's probably not, right? Is this very terrible, so this so-it-it's so terrible," he continued to laugh.
"This could have been avoided if you didn't play with something you didn't understand."
Alice covered her ears. She no longer wanted to hear her father all this was too much she wanted to run to her room and lay, sleep until all this was over.
"No, no, no," Loki said as he finished up with Alice's feet and knees. " Tony is in the wrong, Thor is in the wrong, I am in the wrong. We're all in the wrong and all to blame"
"How am I to blame I did not create that Ultron think"
"Because brother, you gave him permission to use the stone when you have little to no knowledge yourself," Loki said he made a duplicate to finish taking care of Alice and wrapping her wounds as he gave the others his full attention. " Inside the scepter in the mind stone. The mind stone... is very unique. It can read the mind. When Tony started 'playing' with it, it tapped into his mind reading him. Ultron is... the you that needs to be in order to face your fears. Ultron is you" Loki turned around to see everyone look a mix of confused, surprised, and angry.
"What ... did you forget? It is my scepter".
Tony's glare was so intense it was digging a hole into Loki's cold soul. Loki was actually a bit frightened. " Get your hands off my daughter" Loki rolled his eyes snapping his fingers and his duplicate disappears Bruce come to her aid.
"You're welcome, by the way, while you all were arguing, I tended to her wounds"
"Strike Two," Tony basically growled Loki simply rolled his eyes/
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After the argument Dr. Cho left, Loki went to his room to use magic to possibly find Ultron, Alice went to her room to change and patch up her other wounds, and The Avengers went to look for Ultron.
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"Ow," Alice whimpered as she peeled off her shirt, the fabric sticking to the cuts and glass in her skin. She whimpered as she turned around and looked at her back in the bathroom mirror. It looked terrible glass sticking out of her skin, blood oozing down her back, and there was also blood dripping down her neck which meant a head injury she couldn't quite see as well.
Maybe if she stayed in Loki's room and refused to go downstairs. She had grown bolder as of late yet couldn't find it in herself to deny her father anything. Maybe if she denied him tonight, she would have been unharmed. Maybe she could have just laid in bed with Loki and avoided this entire situation.
But then again, she helped Dr.Cho. Would Dr.Cho still be here?
"Let me help you" Alice jumped hearing the new voice she held her shirt up to her chest " I'm sorry" Loki looked away " I wanted to help. I saw the blood dripping down your neck earlier. You're hurt, let me help"
"okay" Alice whispered holding the shirt tightly to her chest and turning her back towards him " I... please help" Loki turned back around seeing her torn and bleeding back towards him " It's hurt" she whimpered and tears spilled.
Loki held his breath and stepped forward slowly using his magic to painlessly remove the glass from her skin once all the glass was removed he kissed her shoulder "Almost done," he whispered. Using more magic, he healed the cuts on her back and her head. With everything healed, thing left was dry blood and some painful bruising, but he could do nothing really about that.
"May I?" he motioned to the washcloth on the counter she nodded. wetting it with warm water he began cleaning the dry blood from her back and neck.
Alice turned around, facing Loki, still clenching her shirt to her chest. " Yes please" she leaned into his chest, letting her head lay on his shoulder as he cleaned her back and neck. Such an intimate yet innocent moment of care, love, and heart. There was skin, but there was no sexual tension there was love but no lust. There was just ... love and need.
Once she was clean, Alice pulled back and looked up at Loki he brushed a hair behind her ear. " there's still some... in your hair. I think a shower will be needed to get that out," Loki said
"what did he mean when he said Strike Two? Are you in trouble? Did I get you in trouble?"
"that is nothing you need to worry about darling"
"If it's about you then I most definitely need to worry, tell me, please" Loki wrapped his arms around her pulled her close h kissed her forehead.
"Remember when we first meet on the helicarrier, my cell"
"it was long ago, but I remember it as if it happened just a few hours ago"
"Eight months ago"
"That's long"
" Very. On the Helicarrier, we first met. Your father pulled you away. That was strike one. A deal had been made I could stay and prove my chance but I had three wrongdoings and I'd be sent back home for punishment."
Alice wrapped an arm around Loki's waist, one arm holding her shirt still. " I'm sorry. It's my fault you're two strikes down"
"Two strikes are worth it because they lead me to you. Now you need to shower clean tonight's filth off of you, relax" Loki gives her a soft kiss on the lips. Giving her one last kiss before leaving her in the bathroom to shower.
"Call if you need me I'll be there"
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What If... He Who Remains Could Send Frigg Lokidottir Home?
Chapter Three
Loki Laufeyson & Original Female Character
Word Count: 2K+
Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork
Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: Shenanigans! Like in an OOC way i think?
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Frigg stood behind Loki, at a distance, and watched him interact with the mortal in need of assistance.
“A cat?” Loki sputtered. He spun on his heels and glared at his daughter. “This is my assignment? This is what you’re having me do?”
Frigg waved him off, offering no explanation. The plan was to keep that bit of information to herself until after Loki had completed an entire day of mundane, everyday hero tasks. She smiled at his distress about his assignment and leaned into the scepter, putting most of her weight on her right side.
“You’re enjoying this.” He mocked. He stared up the tree that the cat had scurried into hour earlier. “What’s the best way to go about this?” He glanced back at Frigg.
“You tell me, trainee.” She scrunched her nose and smiled. “You really only have two options. Non-magic and magic. Go from there.”
The mortal who had explained the situation to Loki stepped toward Frigg and crossed her arms. “You know, I feel bad for having to play pretend on this one. It’s one thing to live next to Steve and pretend to be a nurse, but this is just sad.”
Frigg nodded. “Well, it’s not very often that we, as superheroes, get calls for cats in trees. We have to make this up sometimes. And I think that’s the best start for Loki because he isn’t that good with people and you’re a professional agent. You can lie and you can handle him is he has an outburst.” She glanced over at Agent 22, despite her face being altered by the mask making her look like a civilian rather than the agent that Frigg has come to know, and lightly shrugged her shoulders. “That’s also not a cat, that’s Fury’s flerken, Goose. Goose is usually a sweetie.”
“That explains the mouth tentacles.” Agent 22 returned her attention to Loki who was using his magic to slowly approach the cat toward the top of the tree. “That isn’t the same flerken that took his eye, is it?”
“I believe so.” She said. She squinted up at Loki, trying to catch a glimpse at what he was doing and if he had reached the cat yet. “I hope Goose doesn’t try to beat up Loki.”
Agent 22 laughed. “Well, if that thing is as ruthless as you say…”
Frigg nodded and smiled. “Knock on wood. Oh, I think he’s got the flerken.” She peered up at Loki again. Her eyes widened at the sound of Goose hissing violently at Loki.
Loki yelped at the violent noise; he lost his concentration and came crashing down into the pavement. Goose landed on his chest and sauntered off of him toward Agent 22 and Frigg, rubbing up against both of them while narrowing his feline eyes at the God of Mischief.
“Well, that could have been worse.” Agent 22 muttered and scooped Goose up. “At least my precious Goose is alright.”
“Goose just needed a landing pad.” Frigg laughed. “Ah, are you alright down there?”
Loki slowly rolled onto his side and pushed himself up onto his knees. “How would you feel if you slammed into the pavement from that high?”
“Not the greatest.” Frigg inhaled through her teeth. “You’re a little bit more durable than most beings.” She sifted her weight back to both feet and slung her arm around the still standing scepter. She pulled an Avengers tablet out of a pocket dimension (she more than likely just opened a portal to the facility and yanked the tablet from Tony again). She logged in under her official credentials and opened up the training log for Loki. She checked off the ‘Cat Task’ and searched for something else that he could do in the same day.
Loki pulled himself to his feet. “I don’t think that was a cat.”
Agent 22 smiled at Frigg and Loki. “Thank you both.” She hurried away.
Frigg peered over her corrective lenses at Loki. “It was technically a flerken. He’s generally nonviolent.” She looked back down at the tablet in front of her. “A lot of these are going to be good deed acts; I want you to pick one.” She turned the tablet around and showed him the never-ending list of community service and good deeds.
He began skimming the list when a swarm of emergency vehicles drove past them. His head snapped in the direction that the emergency vehicles were headed. He quickly shoved the tablet into her chest and ran around the street corner to get an idea as to where they were headed.
“No, no, no, no. You’re not going to chase after them, you’re not prepared for Midgard emergencies!” Frigg followed him. “You don’t even know what the emergency is!” She grabbed at his leather coat, only to stumble forward because he had teleported himself early enough to evade being grabbed. She groaned and opened a small portal and tossed the tablet through it. She closed the portal and transported herself to the top of the nearest building in attempt to find her overly-eager-to-prove-himself father.
She spotted the vehicles a few blocks away from her; she slowly and worriedly floated toward the emergency. She landed just past the do-not-cross police barricade.
“Hey! You aren’t supposed to be this close!” One officer shouted.
“The structure is collapsing.” One officer said.
Distant chatter from remaining officers and firefighters turn into background noise.
“How many are still in there?” She asked quickly. “And did any wannabe heroes run inside?”
“One man ran inside.” The officer held his arms out.
Frigg looked around the officer. “That’s probably my idiot! Did he have mostly black and gold?” She pushed past the officer.
“That wasn’t Loki of Asgard, was it?” The officer asked.
She nodded. “Training to be an Avengers and this was not part of today’s itinerary.” She jogged up to the building but stopped and put up as many personal shields as she could before the burning building exploded. Many officers and fire fighters were still pushed back by the force of the explosion, Frigg herself was thrown back into the nearest firetruck.
She shook her head and looked up at the crumbling building. A fairly small figure jumped out of one of the third-floor windows with something in his arms. She flicked her arm out in his direction and encased him in a sheer green bubble; she brought them down slowly and released them once Loki’s feet touched the ground. Two shorter figures ran up to Loki and collected what was in his arms. The muttered their “thank you”s and were ushered away by paramedics on standby. Frigg stood up and brushed herself off as she walked toward her crazy old man.
“How was that for a good deed?” He asked.
“How was that?” She raised her voice slightly. “How was that? Absolutely insane. Reckless. You could’ve gotten yourself hurt and I have no doubt that pulled that stunt was bad for you, Frost Giant, I mean, look at what that did to you, you’re about as tall as me. Doing good things, saving lives, doing your part to preserve humanity isn’t about ‘look at me! I’m doing good things’! It’s about wanting to do good things, not recognition.” She smacked his arm.
Loki looked away from her. “What I did was out of line.” He paused and glanced over at the family he helped. “What would happen to those kids’ parents if I never went in and saved them?” He looked back at Frigg.
Frigg sighed in defeat. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. But running into a burning building is not something you and I can safely do, and you know this. You’ve got to get back to the Tower. Let the professionals finish up here, I’m begging you.”
Frigg pulled her horned helm away from her face, she turned it and stared at her reflection in the slim forehead covering. She looked back up and walked toward the freezer unit she and Tony had installed specifically for scenarios such as this one— Jötnar are not meant to be around intense heat, such temperatures can cause them to shrink rapidly, and that’s what happened to Loki. Had Frigg gone in after him, she would have suffered the same problem. Shrinking happens rapidly but recovering is rather… annoying.
While Loki was lock away in the freezer, Frigg was out leading her first Young Avengers “mission” in the skies (she was only in charge because Iron Heart and Iron Man were in Sokovia, Captain America’s protégé was in England with him, and Thor was off world). The defenses were left to Frigg, Kate Bishop, and Peter Parker (none of which wanted the responsibility of handling the situation called in by S.H.I.E.L.D., however with everyone gone there was little choice). With little time to call for more experienced Avengers, the three Young Avengers took it to the skies. Frigg teleported them into the middle of an all-out war between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Skrull fugitives. Frigg shuddered at the image of Kate nearly plummeting to her death from the Heli-Carrier, and she would have too if she didn’t catch her quick enough. Peter wasn’t doing his best in the skies. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were dropping like flies, and they were outnumbered. She was overwhelmed with fugitives, and she thought herself to be a powerful witch; at the same time, she was the only one on the side of S.H.I.E.L.D. at had magic abilities, everyone else was more scientific or brute.
They were extremely uncoordinated. Kate, Peter, and Frigg don’t always work together and when they do it’s a chore for some reason. She feels like they don’t listen to her when she needs them to do something, and they didn’t. Frigg was frustrated with being ignored, maybe they could’ve succeeded had the two other Young Avengers listened! She felt like she was the only one defending the Heli-Carrier. They were lucky to walk away from that alive…
She knocked on the door to the freezer. “It’s just me, wanted to check in on you.” Her voice was soft and melancholy. “And let you out.”
“Come in.” Loki’s muffled voice was heard.
Frigg turned the heavy lock and pulled the door open. “You’re looking better than the other day.” She slowly placed her horned helm back on her head.
“And you look like you’ve had a rough day.” Loki rubbed his hands together.
Frigg nodded. “Well, I can’t wait to tell you about it some other time.” She rubbed the palm of her hand. “If you’re feeling all right, I’d like to take you to the training grounds and train for something a little more real. I mean, I know you really don’t have to, you’ve got plenty of years on me for that sort of thing, and you don’t even have to do that today. You’re just getting out of recovery and all.” She rambled.
“Slow down.” Loki chuckled. “Let’s just go back upstairs and do something that these mortals consider normal.” He suggested.
Frigg nodded. “Right, right. If that’s the case, I’ll just watch TV until I pass out.” She shrugged her shoulders and stepped away from the door.
Loki stepped out of the freezer and closed the large door behind him. “It was kind of you to have Stark make this for us.”
“Correction: I made it with his permission and resources. He put in the bare minimum.” She pointed finger guns at Loki. “That TV isn’t going to watch itself.”
“So, what exactly happened today.” Loki followed Frigg toward the elevator.
She widened her eyes on fear and cleared her throat. “I may or may not have almost gotten myself and two Young Avengers killed.” She slipped into the elevator and repeatedly slammed her fist against the ‘close doors’ button.
Loki stood dumbfounded for a moment and only reacted when the doors started to close without him in the elevator. “You did what?”
“I’m not a good leader. Or maybe I am and everyone else is bad at listening.” She said.
“This is what these mortals call a ‘Training Ground’?” Loki stared at the back of Frigg’s head in disbelief. “This is just a very large, closed in space. Above us is nothing more than a place for an audience. Is this a joke?” He asked.
Frigg shook her head and looked up at the plexiglass that Loki was referring to. “That’s the control room. An audience may be up there but for the most part, that room is to control what you see down here. This is the mortal equivalent of the Mutant Danger Room—same concept, endless possibilities of threats and scenarios to handle, displayed by drones with illusion tech and real impact. So, I do recommend not getting hit, it will hurt. It’s an in-door training ground and it’s used for individuals like us—magic, powerful, those who are considered to be too dangerous to train outside. Captain America and similar mortals have the luxury of outdoor training; however, I don’t believe that type of training it as enriching. What are you fighting out there anyway? A stick with a mans face taped to it. In here you have virtually any- and everything.” She placed her hands on her hips and walked toward the far end of the in-door training grounds. “What would you like to face?”
“I can pick anything?” Loki asked.
“In simple words, because clearly that’s what you need, anything is game.” She stood in front of the elevator that was just barely noticeable because the door panels did not match with the panels of the wall surrounding it. “From Thanos to myself, or even you. You could pick your very own father as a threat to handle. The choice is yours unless you want me to pick your challenge for you.” The doors behind her opened up and she took one large step into the elevator.
Loki crossed his arms. “Give me my attack on New York.”
Frigg nodded as the elevator doors closed. “Good luck.”
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Masterlist
At this point I write for:
I. THE SANDMAN
The Raven's daughter
part 1 : The fateful meating.
part 2: From the Waking...
part 3: ... into the Dreaming.
part 4: A tour of the castle.
part 5: Questions.
part 6: A hell of a day.
(sneak peak) of part 7
part 7 : A kickass party
part 8 : Late night talking
part 9 : Past, present, future
Part 10 : Escapism
Part 11 : Hob
The counterparts
Prologue
Chapter 1 : sometimes reality sucks
Chapter 2 :Welcome back to reality
Chapter 3: A rough nightmare
Chapter 4 : crumbling
Chapter 5: Falling to pieces
Chapter 6: Reunited
Chapter 7: Remedies
Chapter 8 : The Fates
Chapter 9 : On the verge
Chapter 10: Opposing sides
Chapter 11 : Hell is a place you believe in
One-shots (and two-shots tbh)
Morpheus reading his fanfiction: part 1,part 2
Morpheus lover being a vortex: part 1, part 2
Just an apple : a fruit engagement
Eight letters
The Sandman incorrect quotes: part 1, part 2
Comfort
Morpheus lover being on her period
Mutually beneficial : sneak peak,full story
Stranger in the Library
Take a hint
Kupala night: Morpheus x slav!reader
Night shift
Be careful who you bring home
Be careful who you bring home pt 2
Side effects
The perks of injuries
Devilish invention
Over the top
Sleep paralysys demon
Get ready for the show: Dream x reader x Corinthian x Hob
Endless glorious purpose: Morpheus x Loki
II. SWEETBITTER
Gritty:
sneak peak of chapter 1chapter 1 : Welcome to New York
sneak peak of chapter 2
chapter 2 : If we ever meet again.
Chpater 3: Bruises.
sneak peak of chapter 4
chapter 4 : Get out of my life
sneak peek of chapter 5
III. MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE:
SHADOW : Marvel OC
Prologue
sneak peak of chapter 1
ONE SHOTS
Daredevil incorrect quotes
Marvel incorrect quotes
Marvel incorrect quotes pt 2
Conflict of interests: Matt Murdock x reader
Clingy: Matt Murdock x reader
Here and now: Matt Murdock x OC
Hello devil : Matt Murdock x reader
Workaholic insomniacs:Matt Murdock x reader
Mind the words : Matt Murdock x reader
Torn : Matt Murdock x reader
Not enough: Murdock x Reader x Barnes sneak peak
Secret: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader
25th hour : tasm!peter parker x workaholic!reader
"trick or treat"ing with Marvel characters
IV. DC UNIVERSE
Cheshire!verse : Jason Todd x reader
Five years later:
Cheshire cat
Than damn gala
Toxic : Dick Grayson x reader
part 1
part 2
ONE SHOTS
Instincts : Dick grayson x reader
Workout : Dick Grayson x reader
Walls: Dick Grayson x reader
Duality: Dick Grayson x reader
Lost: Jason Todd x reader
Jealousy : Gar Logan x f!reader x Conner Kent
Quiet: Dick Grayson x f!reader
I won't hurt you : Dick Grayson x reader
Babystitting: Dick Grayson x reader
V. HARRY POTTER
ONE SHOTS:
Common ground : George Weasley x reader
VI. THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY
ONE SHOTS
umbrella academy incorrect quotes pt.1
umbrella academy incorrect quotes pt 2
"trick or treat"ing with the umbrellas
We're all broken here: five hargreeves x sis!reader
VII. WEDNESDAY
ONE SHOTS
safe space: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader
Bubble : Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader
Who's the monster now? : Tyler Galpin x fem!reader
Cemented: Ajax Petropolus x reader
Rumor has it: Xavier Thorpe x reader
Consolation: Enid Sinclair x reader
Feel free to request anything, also beyond those fandoms. I always appreciate a good idea.
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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 137 & 138
Welcome to Week 137 & 138
As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜
Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.
Click HERE for past reading lists.
My Masterlist click HERE
Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.
Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & header by me
If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.
I love you 3000 💜 Missy
Made for Me - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie
500 Years - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
The Dance - (Loki x Reader) - @literatureatthebowofnails
The Date - (Loki x Reader) - @literatureatthebowofnails
Cut With a Dull Knife - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch
Bedazzled - Chp 8 - (James x OC) - @caffiend-queen
The Ring - (Andy x Reader) - @holylulusworld
The Flu - (Ari x Reader) - @secretswiftymarvelfan
Secrets: Chp 2 - @nekoannie-chan
The Perfect Life - Part 6 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
The Perfect Life - Part 7 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Through the Storm - (Frank x Reader) - @astheskycries
You still love me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Before you - Alternative Ending - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld
Colorful - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Bedazzled - Chp 9 - @caffiend-queen
With Love - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog
Skin - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista
Wanna Bet - (Bucky x Loki) - @animnerd
The Perfect Life - Part 8 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Everybody Wants a Taste - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817
Secrets: Chp 3 - (Steve x OFC, Brock x OFC) - @nekoannie-chan
Biker Ari Drabble - @angrythingstarlight
Mafia Bucky - @angrythingstarlight
Bedazzled - Chp 10 - (James x OFC) - @caffiend-queen
Savage Daughter - (Ransom x OFC) - @hollybee8917
Catch Me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Aurora - Part 2 - (Andy x OFC, Lloyd) - @andydrysdalerogers
Best Friends Forever - Chp 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @talia-rumlow
Love Me With Trouble - (Bucky x Reader) - @slyyywriting
Red is Catching - (Wenwu x Reader) - @ironlady1993
Collared part 5 - @spnexploration
Alpha Steve Drabble - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Mirrors - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan
Curtis Drabble - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chp 11 - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today
Wanna bet part 2 - (Bucky x Loki) - @animnerd
Step Into My Ride, Part 2 - (Ransom x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513
#saiyanprincessswanie#recommended reading#missy reads#missy reblogs#bucky barnes x reader#steve rogers x reader#loki x reader#mr freezy x hit woman reader#andy barber x reader#ari levinson x reader#stucky x reader#ransom drysdale x reader
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