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smallestchances · 3 years

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The Fourth Horseman (Thor x Reader)

synopsis: thor has done everything in his power to be seen as an actual powerhouse and threat to the mobs of new york, but the council of the horsemen are in the way. knowing they could lose everything they’ve built, mor goes to the people she knows can make things happen, and strikes a deal with the apocalypse wives.

word count: 4.9k

a/n: Welcome to the first installment of the Apocalypse wives!! Buckle up for a ride and send in asks when you’re ready for more :)

warnings: cursing, slight smut, mentions of abuse & murder

MASTERLIST /// WIVES!MASTERLIST

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You were a lot of things to a lot of people. Some people knew you as a determined spitfire who was fierce, protective, and not afraid to get her hands dirty for the people she loved. They knew you were an amazing friend.

Others knew you were an even worse enemy.

They knew you as an unforgiving bitch who painted her nails with the blood of those who wronged her. You were an unbothered, spoiled witch who wouldn't know humility if it was beneath your red-bottomed heel.

Thor knew that you were all of those things on a good day.

You sat with him now, in the middle of SHIELD. It served as the hottest and the most dangerous club in the state, and therefore your meeting place. Thor's hand is fit snugly around your waist, the sheer panel of your body suit allowing you to feel a semblance of his touch.

He's happy at the moment--genuinely happy and it's something you haven't seen in a long time. You can only look at him fondly, the low light of the club highlighting his jaw and the laugh lines that appear. His eyes twinkle as he talks with Loki, their relationship finally repaired after the trickster was fatally wounded trying to save your husband’s life.

Though you're still skeptical of the mischief maker, you have yet to remember the last time you saw Thor this happy. Knowing this is the only reason you've allowed Loki to build his way back into your lives, you let him know that you have a dagger with his name on it should his loyalties change again.

As they talk, your eyes can’t help but linger to the exclusive third floor of the club — the circular balconies that complement the hollow interior of the building. The people up there sneer at those below, and you feel your jaw tick. Escorts, wannabes, and the closest inner circles of the underground world are found up there, and you knew that's where Thor belonged.

Three years. Three years, you and Thor had to fight and claw your way to get anywhere in the mafia world, and still you weren't at the top. Thor has already gained throes of power, influence, and support.

You just had to take him further.

"He won't be a problem."

Thor's words snap you back to the brothers' conversation, realizing the tone has taken a turn.

"You've only experienced Odin's grace," Loki replies. "He knows how to keep the appearance of kindness. Don't forget that I know his wrath more than anyone else.”

Thor swallows heavily at the reminder of his father's sins. "Loki—“

"No need for pity brother,” Loki interrupts, a genuine smile creeping on his face. "Despite my past, I've finally found a way to win against certain demons. I've gained you, a home, a psychotic sister-in-law—”

You wink at him.

"I'm in a better place than before," Loki concludes. "However, Father sees you taking me in as a personal slight. That, coupled with your growing success—“

"We've become his targets,” Thor finishes.

Those simple words cause the bass of the club music to become white noise. Blinking rapidly, you sit up quickly, leaning forward into Thor's space. "Your father now has you both on a hit list?” The disgust can’t help but drip from your voice. Loki only nods. Your eyes fall to the floor, tracing the patterned tiles as you process the information. "What does Frigga know about this?”

Thor makes a noise at the back of his throat. "Mother was the one who warned us."

You nod, chewing on your lip. "So we take him down first.”

Both men clear their throat sharply, Loki looking around cautiously. “Odin is the oldest living patriarch of the New York’s...companies. He has the support of the Horsemen— taking him down will not be simple."

"Nor should we announce it so blatantly my love," Thor shifts, pulling you onto his lap effortlessly, and his arms never leaving your sides.

"Your coward of a father wants to assassinate his sons because of the power they've gained,” is all you can grit out. “Something has to be done—”

“If we move too quickly, then we risk losing everything,” Loki interrupts. “Odin will declare us as enemies, and per his requests, he'll have the arsenal of Conquest, the men of Famine, and the tactics of Pestilence at his fingertips. Right now, we don't stand a chance.”

You bite the inside of your cheek harder, going through what you know of the Horsemen and their capabilities. You yourself have had little interaction with the infamous mobster, once before you married Thor and once to get Loki out of his clutches of abuse. He’s well known for being the first Horseman to retire instead of die, but his seat of War hasn’t been empty for long.

Frigga, his wife, was the one you knew well and respected. You knew her as a woman who did the best in every circumstance she found herself in, and fell in love with a man who changed too much before she realized what happened. Frigga had one of the largest hearts you knew, and you were certain she was the only reason the Asgardians were still standing as a viable threat.

"Without the council, we can defeat him," Thor mumbles.

Loki answers with a sarcastic laugh, downing the last shot on the table. "Turning the Council on a veteran member is impossible; especially since we don't have an insight into their ranks.” He gestures to the third floor of SHIELD. "We either lay low and build an army...or surrender while we still can."

You scoff at the two suggestions, rolling your eyes only to balk at the fact that Thor has yet to answer. "You can't seriously be considering this," you spit at him. At the answering silence, you slide off his lap to the far end of the couch. If we build an army, we’ll be forced to outsource outside of New York— and that means making the horseman an even bigger enemy for after the war. Don't even get me started on what these potential ‘allies’ will want.”

"And surrendering is not an option,” is all Thor mumbles, his jaw ticking as he rubs his palms together nervously. "Do we strike a deal?”

You stand abruptly, avoiding Thor’s sorrowful stare as you barely announce that you’re going to grab more drinks. You don’t want to hear another word of their conversation, but their words echo through your head as you descend the stairs to the first floor. Pushing past bodies, your mind barely registers that you pick up the pace when the bar is within eye-distance.

After ordering your drink of choice, you scrub a hand over your face in an attempt to clear all the thoughts in your head. You have half a mind to try to take out Odin yourself and with your bare hands, but you know everything Loki said was right.

Thor was so close to the finish line. He’d tried so hard to establish his reign separate from his father’s, trying to do better for the people and the misfits that found their way to him. Odin had started to spit on the values of being a Horseman, even towards the end of his reign. He allowed his community to fall and even hung Frigga out to deal with his coming consequences, and Thor got tired of it when it got too close to the people he loved.

Just thinking about the night everything came to a head, and how far you all have come, your eyes unconsciously float to the third floor.

There.

There, you find a glimpse of the very men Thor & Loki spoke about. Tony Stark, Conquest; Steve Rogers, Famine; & Bucky Barnes, Pestilence.To the left of them, you find another group that everyone else in the club seems to have looked over.

Stunning under the multicolored lights, their skin tones are radiant as their tailor made attire fit their body types marvelously. They seem to be keeping to themselves, talking to each other in low tones, while holding themselves differently than the escorts around them.

The Wives.

You take a thoughtful sip of your drink as a glimpse of a thought passes through your brain...and you lie in wait to prove your theory. You don’t have to wait long as a commotion brings your attention back to the Horsemen, and you find Conquest and Pestilence unusually close to each other, tempers flaring.

Pestilence gets shoved back by Famine, and just as things comes to a head, faster than lightning, the Wives are there. Sekhmet Stark’s arms have wrapped around Conquest, Hecate Barnes has the attention of Pestilence solely on her, and Kali Rogers has found Famine’s lips on hers.

And that’s the moment that you knew the solution to your problem--well Thor’s problem. You’re almost vibrating in joy as you down the rest of your drink before going back up to the stairs.

Its surprisingly easy to get up to the third floor--just until you make it to the glass doors that separate the landing from the exclusive section.

Straight ahead, on a raised dias, you see that the Wives have returned to their place, with Sekhmet in the center, Kali to her left, and Cate to her right.

Taking a deep breath, you hold your head high and push the glass doors aside--just to be stopped by a bouncer.

“No walk-ins. Exclusive VIP only.”

You simply raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Exclusive Personnel only,” he repeats.

You flash him a wicked smile and tilt your head to the side, trying to give him as much of a condescending look as you can muster. Satisfaction fills you as the bouncer deflates just slightly. You try your luck as you step forward again, but stopped again.

“Who are you,” he asks, but the waver in his voice gives him away.

You see your window, and cross your arms while pursing your lips. “I’m going to pretend you didn't ask that and let you go this time around.”

He doesn’t move. “I cant let you in.”

“Really? Fine,” you shrug. “Explain to the Wives why you’re keeping them waiting.”

When the bouncer looks back at the women you mentioned, you know he’s exactly where you want him. “I’m going to have to loop back to you--”

You snap your name impatiently, and he mumbles it back with a nod before walking away. You wait with baited breath, knowing that with this stunt you could either end up with a bullet in your skull or the world at your feet.

Your throat tightens when you catch Sekhmet’s gaze.

When the bouncer makes his way back to you, he looks pale and motions with his head for you to follow him. “I’m so sorry (Y/N),” he says. “Right this way.”

You don’t allow yourself to breathe, even as you walk the short path to where you want to be. You feel curious eyes on you, but you don’t shy away from either of them, and instead hold your head higher as if you’re meant to be there--because you were.

Sekhmet stands when you both reach the Wives, a sharp, gleeful smile on her face as she opens her arms up in expectation. “Darling! Hello, so nice to see you again!”

The pleasantries continue with all the wives until you’ve sat in the middle of them, and you know it’s the most dangerous place to be.

When the bouncer walks away, the smiles drop.

“Who the fuck are you?” Is what Sekhmet demands, her eyes focused solely on you.

You don’t put down your guard, but you cooly reach for one of the full glasses of drinks on the table before all of you. You take your time taking a sip. “I’m someone who knows who you all are,” you say when you’re ready.

Hecate simply hums in unamusement. “Are we supposed to be impressed?”

“As if the wives of the most powerful men in new york are a secret,” Kali giggles.

You don’t let their words phase you. You hum back in response. “See I know that you’re the very people who keep New York from burning to the ground.”

A surprised silence follow your statement, before Sekhmet picks up the next words quickly and carefully. “I don’t think I know what you mean,” she smiles.

You roll your eyes. “Mind you, this is coming from someone who understands just what you hold within your palms.”

The next silence stands longer. Hecate leans in, her hands gripping the couch beneath, her eyes intense as they pour into you. “How do you know you’re right?”

You let a small smile slip, and take another sip before gesturing down to where you can see your husband and Loki still speaking intensely. “Thor. I love him to death, I really do, and there’s not a heart out there that I wouldn’t rip out for him. He has power, a lot of it, and he's starting to develop quite a hold on New York.”

Kali nods. “Thor Odinson. I’ve heard of him.” She tilts her head to the side, looking out into space. “That New Jersey border deal was ingenious, I’m disappointed a Horseman didn’t execute it.”

Her words get grunts of agreement, and pride swells in your chest,

“You & I both know that Thor didn’t have a hand in that deal until he showed up the day he needed to,” you giggled, and they stare at you openly.

“Well shit,” Sekhmet laughs out loud, picking up her own glass.

Before you know it, you’re toasting with the most powerful women in New York, laughing with them and even exchanging high fives.

“I told y’all a man couldn’t pull that off!” Sekhmet cackles.

Hecate nods. “It was too good to be true.”

“We didn’t know he had a wife,” Kali winks.

Smiling with them, the anxiety in your chest lessens.

“So what do you need?”

Sekhmet’s words bring back the somber mood, and you laugh nervously. “What do you mean?

Kali speaks up seamlessly. “Thor is the eldest son of Odin. Odin, the retired horseman of War, who controls the upper parts of New York as the Asgardians. If Thor’s wife has enough pussy to show up uninvited to confront us, you can’t expect us to believe you don't want anything.”

Looking at them all, you decide to lay all your cards out on the table. “Odin is going after Thor.”

No one replies, so you continue.

“Loki & Thor have made amends and their father now sees them as a threat to his empire. He’s going to call on the Horsemen to wage War…” you trail off, cursing internally as they exchange looks. “But by the look on your faces I’m guessing he already has.”

Kali only nods. “He approached them with a meeting this morning. The old dick had the audacity to pull rank and get me thrown out of the room when I spoke against him.” She takes a deep gulp of her drink, her jaw clenching at the memory.

The hope that allowed you to strut your way into the third floor comes back tenfold. “So you aren’t on his side?”

“Fuck no,`” Hecate snorts. “I’ve unfortunately seen every side of that man when he and Brock were on the council together and…” she trails off, her eyes distant. “New York has never seen a darker time. How Frigga stays with him, I’ll never understand.”

“Even with all the power as she has, he won’t let her leave,” you mumble. The conversation comes at a standstill, but a tense once that allows all of you to look in upon your own relationships--and just how bad it could get. Clearing your throat, you go in. “Don’t support him.”

No one answers you, but you see curiosity glint within the eyes of the Wives.

“Talk to the Horsemen,” you continue, sliding to the edge of your seat. “I know you have more sway than I ever could if I talked to them. Don’t allow them to back Odin, let him hang to dry and I’ll take care of the rest with Thor & Loki.”

Kali is the one who answers you. “Unfortunately, they’re not allowed to just sit this one out. If The Horsemen stand aside when something as big as this happens we’ll look like we’re going soft.”

“And I swear to you,” you promise lowly. “That any retaliation you face will be borne by Thor & I. On the blood of my heart, I will do anything for you if you step back for this and let us take him down.”

Your heart has crawled into your throat, pulsing so strongly you don’t know if you can breathe. They haven’t said no outright, and you could practically taste the possibilities, taste exactly what you & your husband can achieve--

“On your heart?” Hecate repeats.

You nod sternly. “On my heart.”

Hecate and Kali merely look at Sekhmet. She gives you a thoughtful look, and blinks slowly, tipping her head down slightly. “Seems we have a lot to talk about. Will you give us some space?”

The last question is directed at you, and you can’t help but nod vehemently and stand up. “Of course,” you breathe, walking away.

You bite your lip hard enough to force yourself not to look back.

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Sekhi’s eyes roll into the back of her head as she leans back heavily onto the bathroom mirror. Gripping the edge of the counter tightly, a strangled moan rips out of her throat as her husband’s lips wrapped around her clit, sucking at just the right pressure. Wetness drips down the junction of her thighs, and still Tony takes it all in stride, moaning vulgarly at her sounds. He lets up only slightly to grab Sekhi’s hand to shove it into his hair, and it gives her enough space to remember that she had another objective when she got him alone.

“We--” She moans when his lips reattach and tug his face away from her core. He lets her breath, only to lap at her cum on her inner thighs. “We have to drop Odin,” She finally breathes out.

He only sighs, pausing to give her a quick peck on the skin he was worshipping. “That is not the name I want on your lips right now.”

“We cant—Tony!--we can’t endorse him for his war.”

With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly gets up and places both his hands on either side of his wife. He leans in and she automatically reciprocates, lips meeting to exchange tastes. When they finally pull away, Tony speaks. “Since you won’t let it go...why the sudden interest in Odin, and betraying him.”

His words unconsciously allow a memory to flash behind Sekhi’s eyes, and she shakes it away just as quickly as it’s come. “You don't…” She tries to find the words before restarting. “I know he welcomed you into the Horsemen and helped you build your empire...but that man who sat in as War is not the same man today. He’s an ass, too much of a risk, volatile—”

Tony shrugs. “People say the same about me.”

“Tony, you can’t imagine the things he’s done,” is all she snaps back. “Since he’s retired he’s—”

Her lips run dry as the memory scratches again. Warm palms cup her chin and bring her gaze to meet warm brown eyes flooded with concern. “He’s what? Baby, has he done something?”

Even though his words are soft, you hear the threat behind it. The underlying danger that follows Conquest. Sekhi reaches up and holds his hands in hers, kissing his palm softly. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Tell me—”

“Tony.”

After a moment he backs down and nods solemnly. He drops his hands back to their previous position on the counter. “Okay. Say we don’t back him. You know we have to choose a side in this or we’ll look vulnerable.”

“So choose Thor’s.”

Tony stills in thought before stepping closer to his wife. “I’m listening.”

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“If we back Thor, Odin doesn’t stand a chance.”

Steve turns over Kali’s words in his head, rubbing her calf that’s been thrown over his lap. He ignores the bustle of the club around him, the quiet corner they’ve found the perfect setting for their conversation.

“He’d be decimated without too much of a fight,” he mumbles.

“Exactly.” Kali leans closer into him, lacing his fingers with hers at her ankles. “We support Thor, and gain his loyalty now...I’ve heard things. Things stirring in the air about him and how powerful he’s becoming. We show that he’s not a threat, that he's on our side—”

“And he immediately isn’t a threat any more. He becomes an ally.”

“Bingo,” Kali smiles brightly. “And, he’s just reconciled with Loki, meaning he’s got one of the biggest minds in the game on his team.”

Steve nods, turning his head to look her in the eyes. “So what you’re saying is we take him into one of our sectors.”

Kali shakes her head. “I’m saying more than that my love.”

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Bucky downs his shot before scrubbing a rough hand down his face. “You’re suggesting he becomes a Horseman.”

Hecate nods.

Bucky can only sigh while pointing his eyes to heaven. “Doll—”

His wife only groans, wrapping her arms around his waist so that he can’t help but absorb him into her. “You’ve never said no to me before, don’t you dare start now.”

Bucky laughs nervously. “I’m not. But think about it, if we turn against Odin, we’re deliberately breaking the laws that say he’s under our constant protection after he’s left the table. If we break them now, there’s no turning back.”

“You won’t be breaking it! You’ll be bending it.” Hecate shines an innocent smile at him, trying to press her nose into his as their foreheads lie together. “The title is merely passing down onto his son--as it should have, had Odin kept his actions honourable. Thor’ll have the loyalty of Asgard, Frigga, and the men he has now. No one will fault you.”

Bucky doesn’t answer.

“Bucky!”

He groans. “I get it doll, I do. I’m as fond of that man as you are, but we’d have to have hard evidence that he’s broken our bylaws before we do. And even if we did, swearing in a new horseman is not a decision only I get to make…” Bucky trails off, sighing with a short laugh. “By the look on your face I’m guessing the girls are already on it.”

“Maybe.” Hecate gives her husband a quick peck on his lips, once, twice, until he melts into her. “Just tell me you’re on my side. You’re with me, aren’t you Buck?”

“Yea doll...I’m with you.”

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When the bouncer comes down to meet you on the second floor, it takes everything in you to prevent yourself from smiling. You just know.

As he escorts the three of you onto the third floor of SHIELD, you feel the men beside you tense even as you relax. When the bouncer called you by name, Thor’s eyes haven’t left you.

“My love,” his deep timber resonates deep within you, caution in his voice. “What’ve you done.”

You meet his gaze levelly. “What needed to be done.”

Your husband doesn’t answer you before staring straight ahead again, the hallways you all turn becoming less and less populated until you find yourself within black marble halls.

“You work quickly,” Loki chuckles lowly in your ear.

“Enough to keep the title of psychotic sister in law?”

He smirks at you. “Seems so.”

The bouncer stops abruptly in front of a heavily bolted door, and after typing in a code it swings open. You lead the way in, but then hang back to grasp onto Thor’s forearm. He allows you to, but he’s tense and you bristle at the fact that he doesn’t respond immediately to your touch.

But the way he angles himself between you and the most powerful mobsters in the room, with the way his fingers flex towards his gun--you know he’s not directly angry at you.

Sekhmet, Kali and Hecate sit on the opposite side of the room, in a similar set up to the one you infiltrated merely half an hour before. Their faces are nonchalant, but when Sekhemet winks at you, no words can describe the relief and the pure joy that passes through you.

Tony, Steve, & Bucky stand between you and the Wives, and you know you all will fit perfectly.

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Tony says cordially, gesturing towards the couches in front of them. Bucky goes off to the side to pour a drink, and Thor’s eyes trail him carefully. “How do you feel about hypotheticals?”

Loki takes it upon himself to sit first, and you follow, tugging your husband along. Only when you’re both sitting does he reply.

“I find them fun to indulge in…” He trails off, grasping the glass that Bucky hands him, not even bothering to take a sip before he sets it down.

“Then indulge with us.” Bucky smiles, and within a blink of an eye everyone has guns pulled out on you.

The tension in the room is palpable, and Thor stands defensively in front of both you and Loki. The latter presses a small knife into your hand, before standing beside his brother.

“Let’s say you come in here,” Steve smiles, shrugging casually, his grip on his weapon firm. “As an invited guest of the Horsemen. You have the audacity to not drink the wonderful poison Pestilence has poured for you, so things have to get a little messier than intended.”

Tony is the one who continues. “We’re feeling creative, so we shoot you in the kneecaps, to make you helpless. We shoot your wife between the eyes to make it quick. Your brother, however, we make it slow. “ Thor’s whole body clenches tightly. “We get all the information out of him, about your home base, your arsenal, your men--”

“And then we kill him,” Bucky takes it up. “We let you go. You’re no threat, your empire belongs to us, and the most important people in your life are dead.”

“What would you do about it?” Steve finishes.

Thor stays quiet for a really long time. No one takes their eyes off of him, and he takes his time to look Tony, Steve, and Bucky straight in the eye. You wait with baited breath on just exactly he might do, ready to fight your way out if needed--if he wanted you to.

It’s when he presses his chest directly against the barrel of Tony’s gun that your breath hitches, and you scoot slightly towards him.

“I’d leave, and thank you for sparing my life,” Thor answers. “A year down the road, I’d have enough physical therapy to start walking again, with a cane most likely. I’d make it a nice one, lightweight but made of vibranium to give it leverage, with the names of who I lost engraved on the stem. Two years down the road, I have all of your whereabouts, your routines, your dealings, your accounts, all under the sole of my shoe.

“Year three, I let you know I’m co ming. But I make it slow. I take out the men around you, so you know I’m on my way, and when I finally get to you?” Thor steps closer, but Tony keeps his gun steady. “I incapacitate you with the head of my cane, just in the right spots of your kneecaps to make it irreversible. I shoot your girls in between the eyes to make it quick, and I kill Rhodey, Sam & Natasha slowly. For them to give me information I already know. When I’m done with them, I kill you all myself, but make sure to watch the life leave your eyes as your blood pools around my feet. The last bullet I’ll leave for myself.”

The standstill is unbearable. Thor’s confessions hang heavily within the air, and it doesn’t dissipate when Tony puts his gun away, the others following suit.

“Gosh, you’re morbid,” he chuckles. “And three years? Seems a little tedious.”

Everyone goes back to casual stances around the room, but Thor stays clenched in the same spot. Loki looks at him warily, and you notice the way the others see that he hasn’t calmed down.

You get up from your spot on the couch, dragging your hand across the back of his waist leisurely. That simply action causes him to deflate, and he watches you walk over to the Wives, who have a drink ready for you.

“Personally, I think their smartest plan was getting rid of me,” you declare, and laughs that resonate through the room.

“Getting rid of you? I was the one that they kept around for information,” Loki challenges.

“Mmm, maybe. But obviously they killed the biggest threat first.”

Thor looks at you fondly as everyone laughs again, watching you toast with Sekhmet, Kali & Hecate.

“As pleasant as this exchange has been,” he says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Is there a reason you brought me here besides to threaten my wife and my brother?”

Kali nudges you on the shoulder, and you take the sign to walk up to him slowly. He presses you into him immediately, and watches as Tony approaches him with a glass of gin.

When Thor gives it a side glance, he merely rolls his eyes and takes a sip before handing it over. Your husband takes it gladly, but just before he’s about to take a sip, Tony’s words stop him.

“How do you feel about becoming a Horseman?”

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loving-all-for-loki · 3 years

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Chapter 5: Dangers of love

Loki x reader, Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3273

Warnings: graphic description of injury, swearing

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A/N: Okay, so I got a little carried away with this chapter because things are heated! We got some Bucky vs Loki conflict as well as hurt Bucky. It’s time to spice some things up in this love story.

“We need you! Bucky got hurt and may not live! We need you to save him!”

Panic begins to set in as you scramble to get off of Loki. You run towards Sam who’s eyes still dart between you and Loki who is laying on the floor, face covered in a disappointed appearance. Sam grabs your hand and pulls you toward the Quinjet, running as fast as you can.

Loki lays on the ground and watches you run off with Sam. The feeling of your body on top of him lingers and his eyes miss the sight of you. He knows Bucky is hurt and your job is to heal, but he can’t help but feel jealous. You at their beckoning call. Pulling you away from him. He wanted to keep you there on top of him… forever, but Bucky once again steals you from him. Loki finds his way to his bedroom, saddened by your sudden absence and filing his time with something else.

You and Sam rush in the Quinjet as the door starts to close. You sit down and stare at the floor, dreading the sight that is about to be in front of you, as Sam rushes to get some basic gear to cover you. He straps on a helmet and a bullet proof vest to you in a frantic manner, struggling to clasp the buckles. His hands are shaking, so you place yours on his, forcing him to look at you. You give him a look of comfort, yet control. His anxiety melts at the calm fear in your eyes, knowing you’re just as scared but determined.

After 1 agonizing hour, you land in some unknown desert country filled by tents and soldiers. Sam grabs your wrist and starts sprinting to a broken and abandoned building surrounded by American soldiers. Steve stands at the door waiting for you. Stress blows off of him as he sees Sam dragging you behind him.

“Hurry, he’s barely holding on!” Steve yells.

The three of you enter the building and rush to the second floor where Natasha is leaning over Bucky, putting pressure on the wound.

“Two bullets below the heart and one to the left. They barely missed, but he’s bleeding out like a bitch. There was also a large boulder on him so I’m sure there’s internal damage,” she informs.

You drop to your knees and lean over Bucky. He looks up to you, face full of pain and desperation. Even in his own demise, he gives you a smile and warm eyes. You shake your head at him, You’re not supposed to die you idiot, you thought. Taking Natasha’s hands, you force her to push on his bullet wound harder, implying she isn’t putting enough pressure on it. Steve and Sam stand behind you panicking, but informing the rest of the team through the intercom.

“Yeah, she’s here… I’m not sure… let’s hope,” Steve mutters.

Earlier…

Bullets are flying through the air as Bucky attempts to run around. Their camp was attacked late last night when no one was prepared and the battle has been going on for hours. No one was sure where it came from at first, all that they did know is that they’re surrounded and out manned.

Steve and Bucky started running first, trying to get to the general and end things, but as buildings started to fall down, things got harder. Soldiers were getting trampled, crushed, hit. Rocks were flying everywhere within the rubble falling.

Bucky loses track of Steve, the two getting split up somewhere about ten minutes ago. Leaning against a large chunk of wall, Bucky sits and regains his breath. He looks over the wall seeing that no one is near him. After all of this fighting, Bucky prays they’ll be taken home finally, knowing the opposing enemy is almost out of tricks considering they did a surprise attack.

He can’t wait to get home. He can’t wait to feel you jump in his arms, lay on him as you read, lean your head on his shoulder when you can’t stay awake during a movie. Two weeks is too long to go without you after spending every day together for a while. He started getting antsy to see her three days ago. Knowing he can’t stay in his location forever, Bucky starts to get up and dash.

“Bucky, look up.” Steve says over the head set.

Bucky looks in front of him to see Steve hiding behind one of their trucks looking over by him.

“To the left, there are three soldiers, go the opposite direction and they won’t see you at all.”

Bucky nods to him and takes a deep breath. Turning to his right, Bucky stands and starts to sprint. Gunshots go off and completely drown out Steve yelling “to my left, not yours!”. He barely takes a step before feeling an awful pain in his shoulder.

In slow motion, Bucky feels himself slip and get pushed down by an invisible force. Another burst of pain hits below the first one and one to his other shoulder. His vision goes blurry as he falls, his back slamming into little rocks and pebbles. Hitting his head on the ground, everything goes dark.

Steve watches as his best friend gets shot three times. Fear settles in as he sprints over to Bucky, but the enemy sees him running. Quickly, they shoot the corner of the building next to them, sending shards down around Bucky’ unconscious body. Steve stops and blocks his face from the oncoming rubble, panicking about losing Bucky in the dust.

“Everyone, Bucky’s down! I need back up!” The dust settles and Steve sprints to Bucky and looks down, “Wake up, Buck. Come on.”

Steve takes Bucky by his shoulders before realizing the bullet holes beneath his thumbs. He wildly lets go of Bucky as he stares at the open wound. Blood gushes out of Bucky as he lies in the sand.

Next thing Steve knows, there are S.H.I.E.L.D agents surrounding him with their shields and Natasha is joining him on the ground. Natasha carefully picks up Bucky’s shoulders as Steve grabs his ankles. They attempt to drag him to the building when they notice opposing men in the main floor.

“Someone clear the building for us! We need to get him to safety!” Steve yells over the intercoms.

“I got you.”

Tony flies over in his suit, shooting down the men in the building and around the perimeters as Steve and Natasha drag Bucky inside.

“We’ve got him secured, but we need someone quick before we lose him!”

“Steve, doesn’t Y/N have healing powers?” Tony inquires.

“Holy crap, yes. Sam! Get to the Quinjet fast, we need Y/N!”

“Copy that.”

Sam sprints to the Quinjet with adrenaline bouncing through his veins.

“I need someone to watch the building as we wait,” Steve orders, “Nat, put pressure on the wounds, I’m going out to defend for a moment.”

“Will do.”

Steve rushes out of the building to find the agents from earlier setting up a temporary barricade. Thor runs over out of breath and covers for them. Steve watches Sam running back, praying that he can get there in time with Y/N to help Bucky, but for now they have to keep fighting.

Steve watches as you stare at Bucky, praying that you know what you are doing. He can see the panic in your eyes as you look down at Bucky. He knows that fear. It’s doubt. It’s the same doubt he felt when he was first in charge of a mission. The tears start coming in your eyes as you look up to Steve.

“You’ve got this,” he comforts, “I know you do.”

You look over to Natasha and nod for her to let go of the wounds. She quickly pushes herself away as you take control. Putting pressure onto the wounds, you close your eyes and focus. You feel the powers surging through your body and pouring into Bucky.

Steve and Natasha stare at you in awe. Light emerges from your body, surrounding you and Bucky, but not blinding them. You look so graceful as you pour your heart and soul into him. The blood starts clotting as it comes out before it stops all together, but as it stops, they watch as the light from you slowly flickers. You start to wobble over his body, looking more tired as you go on.

“Is it working?” Sam asks.

“I think so, but somethings wrong.” Steve answers.

Steve rushes to your side, holding you up from the back as you start to fall over. You start to get light headed as you pour all of your energy into Bucky. Opening your eyes for one second, you see the wounds not closing up between your fingers. They’re too deep for you to comfortably heal.

You take your hands off of Bucky for a second to lean back. Steve catches you as your arms barely keep your body up as Natasha rushes over back by Bucky, applying pressure again but not as much.

“Are you okay?” Steve asks.

You lift your hand to shake it, signaling you're fine before holding up your index to signal that you need one moment. Steve holds you tight, almost laying you across his lap. He looks over to Sam who’s staring at you.

“It’s like she ran out of energy,” Steve comments.

“It might be too much for her. I think we have to pull back and go home.”

“Sam, you know how much I love Bucky, but we’re so close to finishing this.”

“I can contact Fury or Coulson and see if we can get sent back, the rest of the soldiers can stay here and fight until called.”

“Then do it.”

Sam furiously runs back to the Quinjet to get a better signal, hoping they’ll be able to take Bucky back home. Steve looks down at your tired body sprawled across him. You start to waken a little bit more, looking over to Bucky in determination.

“Wait, Y/N. Do you think it’s a good idea to-”

You ignore Steve as you push Natasha off of Bucky. You get up on your knees before taking Bucky again and emptying all your energy. The brightest light Steve and Nat have ever seen comes out of nowhere, shining from your body.

People describe a terrifying event that their “soul had left their body”, but you literally feel every fiber in your body get drained. You lose breath, surrendering everything you have in you. Bucky starts to stir, coughing as he gains consciousness. Steve rushes to his side and holds his head up. Shielding his eyes, Steve sees your eyes go completely white, glowing as if the sun had entered you. Your face has gone blank as you black out, losing yourself in healing Bucky.

Nat runs to your side as the light disappears at once. You fall over as she catches you, trying to keep you from hitting your head on the ground. There’s silence in the building as Nat and Steve attempt to get both you and Bucky up before Sam stumbles in.

“We can go back! What happene-”

“No time to explain,” Steve interrupts, “Avengers, fall back. We’re heading home immediately.”

The Avengers sprint back to the Quinjet. Sam carries you as Steve carries the limping Bucky back, setting you both down on the floor. Clint and Wanda run inside as see you and Bucky swapped appearances. Wanda starts asking a million questions that Nat tries to answer as they take off.

“Steve,” Bucky coughs, “what’s going on?” “We’re heading back to the compound. You were injured severely and Y/N saved your life.”

“But I thought she was back at the-”

“Sam got her after you got shot. She did everything she could.”

Steve nods over in your direction. Bucky looks over to see you passed out on the ground, Natasha and Sam tending to you. He starts to panic at the sight of your paralyzed body lays next to him.

“Bucky, you have to hold still. Your wounds are still-”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.”

“Bucky, calm down!”

Bucky whips his head to look at Steve who’s frantically trying to keep him on the ground in a sederatary fashion.

“I can’t Steve. Is she alive?”

“She’s fine. You need to worry about yourself. She’s tired.”

“You promise?”

Bucky searches for an answer in Steve's eyes, but he knows Steve can’t promise that. No one really knows if you’re okay. There’s a tense silence throughout the quinjet as it flies home.

Loki hears the engine of the quinjet as it lands. He rushes off the couch to stand at the tower’s bridge doors, watching it land. As the door opens, he hurriedly walks onto the bridge looking around each Avenger as they walk out to see you. Steve and Tony stop when they see the writings on Loki’s body, recognizing your handwriting from the notes on Bucky’s arms.

“What the-” Tony mutters.

“Where is she?” Loki asks worriedly.

Sam steps off the quinjet carrying your body bridal style. Loki rushes to him as the other Avengers stare at him in awe. Laying his hand on your forehead, Loki reads your brain to find you asleep. He forces you awake with his magic, having awakened in Sam’s arms. You look up to see Sam holding you and Loki next to you. Reaching out, Loki takes your limp body from Sam, carrying you to the med bay as the Avengers follow behind. Bucky watches as he leans on Steve’s shoulders, anger rising in his body from seeing Loki’s appearance and behavior towards you. Everyone glances at one another in disbelief of the sight in front of them.

You don’t remember falling asleep again, but you wake up in a bed in the med bay. Loki sits on a chair next to you asleep. By the looks of it, he hasn’t been able to sleep in a while. His hair is all distressed and there are bags forming under his eyes. You try to sit up before you feel a pounding headache start.

Loki wakes at the sound of you rustling around in the bed. He sees you gripping your forehead in pain.

“You’re awake. Careful, your body may still be weak,” he warns.

You smile at him for being so kind to you. Loki reaches for a water bottle sitting on the stand beside your bed and a small container of pills.

“Take these. I was told they would help.”

He hands you the little bottle of Advil and the water. You timidly take them from him and take one pill. Your hands are still shaking from how tired you are. Loki gives you a gentle smile, but you can see the sadness behind it. Your state of being concerns him, seeing how exhausted you are. “Are you feeling okay?”

You nod weakly with a smile, trying to comfort him, but you know until you have complete strength, nothing will make him feel better. The two of you sit silently for a moment before Loki gasps and pats down his pockets.

“I forgot… I have your pen.”

He hands you the ball point pen you use to write on him, which makes you smile. Why does he have this on him? You think.

“Just in case you need to tell me something you can’t sign.”

You look at him confused.

“I can read minds.”

All of the thoughts you’ve had about him run into his head. You freak out internally, wondering what all he had read.

“Don’t worry, I don’t read it often. In fact, this is the first time I’ve read your mind.”

He leans forward and sets his leg on your bed, pulling up on his pants to reveal his ankle.

Good.

Loki chuckles at you. He likes being able to talk to you, even if it’s through pen and skin.

The Avengers sit outside your room, listening to Loki talk to you. They give each other quizzical looks as they hear Loki laugh.

“Do you think he’s torturing her?” Tony asks.

“Oh stop. Did you see the way he was covered in writing? They clearly bonded while we were done,” Nat points out.

“Oh they did more than bond.

Everyone looks at Sam, confused about his comment.

“When I came to get Y/N, I found her on top of Loki on the ground. She was laying on top of him and leaning over his face. It looked like they were about to make out or something.”

Bucky is fueled with rage at Sam’s description. Steve looks over to his friend to see Bucky’s hands in the tightest first he’s seen in a while. There is nothing but anger seeping through his eyes, jealous of the way Sam talks of the two. Bucky storms off towards the hallways before slamming his door closed. The team looks over to Steve worried, knowing Bucky has feelings for you.

Is Bucky okay?

“Yes, he is.” Loki’s heart drops. Even in your own pain and healing, you worry about Bucky. He forgot about your attachment to the solider due to his own growing feelings for you. “He’s alive and doing well, thanks to you. You’re a good person.”

It’s the right thing to do. I don’t like it when my friends die.

A little flutter of hope flickers in Loki’s mind when you refer to Busy as a friend. He knows that you have more of a relationship with Bucky than the others, but ‘friend’ gived him hope.

“Most people don’t like it when friends die, but I won’t lie dear, I’m surprised you consider him a friend.”

He knows what he’s doing by starting this conversation, but better to have his feelings squashed now then later when he’s ever more attached to you.

What do you mean?

“It just seems like you and him have a special bond.”

Like a dating bond?

“I suppose you could say that.”

No, we’re just friends. Besides, I like you.

Loki meets your eyes to see nothing but warmth and comfort.

“I like you, too. You’re much more enjoyable than the others.”

The next day comes and you’ve gained more energy, enough to get out of bed. Feeling the cold floor on your feet for the first time sparks new joy and hope. You grab onto Loki’s arm, who hasn’t left the med bay since he brought you there. Slowly, the two of you shuffle out of the room and into the elevator.

As the elevator opens us, the Avengers laying in the main room turn to see you weakly walking, clinging on to Loki as you move. He looks down at you with a proud smile across his face. Bucky watches from the kitchen with jealousy in his eyes. Steve gives him a warning look, not daring him to do anything.

“Hey, Y/N,” Steve says sympathetically, “Are you feeling better?”

You nod with a smile which brings a smile to everyone’s face, except Bucky’s. When you spot him to your left, you notice the cold stoic face he gives you and the way he stares at Loki, his eyes burning holes at the writing on his fair skin.

“I’m taking her to my room so she can rest more,” Loki informs.

No one misses the way he says ‘my room’ and not ‘your room’ and they definitely don’t miss the way your hand slides from his biceps down his arm to tangle into his hand.

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slashercatz · 3 years

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Endgame Au

okay so I was thinking about how dumb the time travel plot in Endgame was, but I thought of an alterante idea that would have been much better and would still have that "avengers revisting old locations and ideas."

There would also have to be some differences to IW as that is the first part of this story but I wouldn't want to change anything too much. Here's what would happen

- Loki isn't killed but is instead surrenders and is taken prisoner in return for the safety of everyone on the ship i guess. Thanos uses him to gain more information about the avengers and locations of the other stones in return for sparing the asgardians or something.

- Gamora's sould is TRAPPED inside the soul stone but she doesn't actually die for real.

- Thanos begins to realize that the humans aren't gonna just accept him as their lord and saviour or whatever and somewhat diverts his plan. (also, he doesn't want to stop overpopulation because that's dumb and instead he thinks it will just bring peace and order or something)

- he decides the only way to make sure they don't try anything after he suceeds is to alter reality across the universe. people in the snap still dissapear in the soul stone but everyone else has no memory of it

During his snap, we see a bunch of people dissapear except for the original 6. When everything clears, we see each of the avenger in different odd situations.

- tony stark was never captured and didn't become iron man. He's still just a billionair who sells weapons

- natasha romanoff was never recruited by sheild and remains an assasin

- clint barton just works for sheild i gues???

- bruce never turned into the hulk and just exists as a scientist

- Thor and Loki never went to Jotunheim, so Odin just went into Odinsleep and Thor became king

- Steve never woke up

none of the newer avengers exist anyway, and fury dissapeared so he could never recruit them. anyone who died in the snap is almost forgotten and they're all in some kind of trance. not sure who would start to realize things first but they would slowly start to wake up somehow and find the others. Thor would proably be last and might not be super helpful because he never went to Earth. Things would be interesting because the more helpful person in this scenario would actually probably be Loki, who would start to wake up from the reality if they mentioned Thanos. At some point they are all together and decide to go to Wakanda, the source of the snap.

They assemble the stones and each of the six get one. Maybe Thanos shows up and they have to kick his ass or something, and if we really want to have to kill off characters so they don't bother us in the later movies, maybe make it so that in order to restore reality someone has to die or something.

Reality is returned, they celebrate and i've run out of ideas. Feel free to share your thoughts or waht you would have liked to see canon :)

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littlesliceofmarvel · 4 years

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Manipulating a God | chpt. four

Synopsis: Trying to break the information out of Loki during the attack of 2012 wasn’t exactly the easiest task, but it was a challenge you were willing to take head on. So, what happened when a master manipulator tried to get information from the God of Mischief?

Series warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence, blood and gore

Pairings: Stark!Reader x Loki

A/N: sooooo. i am sooooo sorry it has been so long. there have been many personal/school/work issues the past few weeks and i have neglected this. :( But, I am back and very excited to continue. So, i hope you all enjoy and thanks sososo much for you patience i love you all. xoxoxoxoxo

Since agreeing to the case of investigating Loki, the entire team had been throwing tidbits and important information your way any chance they could get. You told them you were listening, jotting down everything in your mental notepad, but honestly, you were more confident about the whole thing than they thought. Thor was the only one who seemed to believe you could handle it yourself. Of course, he didn’t view Loki as a murderer the same way everyone else did, but he was also the one who really knew what Loki was capable of.

Thor told you a lot about Loki’s history and childhood; a frost giant, taken in by Odin, given the impression that he could eventually rule, living in incredible self-doubt, all that jazz. Small, personal things you hadn’t found on Google. You debated questioning him about the whole ‘Loki fucking a giant wolf’ thing but figured that that wasn’t information you needed - nor wanted - to know.

Tony on the other hand wanted to stop you as best as he could. He even tried locking you in your room once or twice (or five times.) Of course, he was fully on board with dragging Loki through verbal (and probably physical) Hell to get information that was desired, but he was worried you would fall victim to his lies and lose your mind, and in his words ‘have a Joker-like descent into madness.’

You couldn’t say you had the same vision, but we all know Tony can be quite the drama queen.

Steve, who you now trusted more than you thought you could, told you he’d be there for you if ever you needed help. Apparently being a part of the second World War could help this situation, so he offered you some strange advice on how to hold your ground. Your favorite, for example, was; “if ever he tells you he’s going to be a wonderful ruler, don’t trust him, Hitler said the same.” Steve had good intentions, sure, but his constant reminiscing made you feel as if you were a child listening to their grandfather speak about how ‘getting to school was so much harder in my day.’

Natasha, who was quite trained in the field of manipulation as well, gave you some tips she learnt in her mysterious past - some of which you already knew. Always form a connection. Listen to them. Don’t put them down if you want them to trust you. Simple things that worked wonders. Things you had used before, mostly on Tony, but they worked either way.

Sure, Loki was of another world, and he was the infamous God of Mischief. So, he had an obvious advantage over you, and you’d admit, a part of you was worried that he wouldn’t fall for you tactics and eventually be the one to drag you down to the deep dark depths. But, you were willing to take this challenge head on and nothing was going to stop you. For now, at least. If ever Loki dug his claws into your lungs to the point where you were gasping for breath and surrender was the only option, you’d opt out. But your goal was to not let it get to that point.

You hadn’t actually gotten the chance to speak one on one with Loki since his capturing, but Fury gave you a rundown of his so-called ‘prison’ chamber to ensure your safety. Which button to press if Loki went ballistic, where the security cameras were hidden out, which button to press to drop the cage - the basics. He also told you there’d always be someone listening in at all times, so if ever there was danger and you somehow didn’t sense it, you wouldn’t be alone.

But finally, today was your first day in getting to start breaking him down, and a part of you was slightly looking forward to it. On the countless times you had used your manipulative tactics to gain information from people in order to save your slightly self-sacrifical brother, none of it felt like it was up to the standard of actually being of worldly, even grave importance. The information you were trying to get from this guy was going to be do-or-die, and the sadistic side of you was slightly exhilarated at the thought.

“Alright, Y/N, are you ready to start? Remember, I’ll be watching everything,” Fury warned as if you were his daughter and about to go hang out with someone of the opposite sex for the first time.

“Yes, dad, I know you’ll be watching,” you reassured him, following him into the room where Loki was being kept, the loud thud of your overly-eager footsteps startling the man at the computer when you entered the room.

The dark, circular room was surrounding by computers, machines, pipes, wires, anything technological that you could think of. The only light source, though, seemed to be coming from the glowing white cage in the center of the room. The overwhelming scent of metal was almost aggressively jabbing at your nostrils, but you weren’t too affected - this is what Tony usually smells like after his Iron Man expeditions. You eventually turned your attention to the man standing in the center of the room.

When your eyes landed on him, you ended up staring more than you wanted. He looked so much worse than the first time you saw him. His pale, white complexion looked almost green, the deep indent of his eyes and cheekbones resembled the deepest craters and the pale blue of his eyes dulled down to a lifeless grey. His hair was messier, the little points at the end no longer bouncy, almost looking discouraged. You know, if it were possible for hair to have that emotion.

Fury had dismissed himself quietly and walked back out the same door, leaving you and Loki glaring at each other. You could tell he was reading you the same way you were him. His long cloak stayed put on his shoulders, but somehow, it looked just as dead as the rest of him.

“So, is this the best Fury has to offer?” His sultry voice spiked your ears, and you almost forgot you were here to actually speak to him, the staring contest feeling like it had lasted eight years.

“If anything, I think I’m the best Fury has. Period.” You shrugged, eyeing the small metal chair placed in front of his cell. You slowly walked over to it, fully aware of the God’s undivided attention following your every move.

He chuckled lowly at your comment as you sat down, “So, to what do I owe this insufferable thrill?”

Insufferable thrill?

“I’d like to think of myself as an angelic pleasure, but whatever suits your fancy,” you replied, crossing your legs and leaning back against the cold metallic chair, brushing past Loki’s insult.

Remember: don’t let him affect you.

“Why are you here?” He quipped, the teasing tone of his voice gone as he sat down in his cell, eyes boring into you as he searched for his answers.

Your mind thought up of something to justify your presence, “Uh - is it true you fucked a giant wolf?”

Smooth. Real smooth.

“Where did you hear this?” He asked, slightly more amused than he had previously been. His lips formed upwards into a subtle smirk, slightly confirming your question which once again, you didn’t really want an answer to.

“Never mind, uh, I actually have something serious I want to ask you,” you brushed past your initial awkward question, trying to set the tone that you were going to ask the questions around here and not the other way around.

He raised his hand as if to say ‘go ahead,’ leading you to proceed with your so-called interrogation.

“What’s the interest in Earth?” You found yourself asking, out of both curiosity and in following with Fury’s plan. Loki leaned back against the glass, crossing his arms as he took in your question.

He seemed to ponder, “Have we not gone over the cockroach metaphor--”

“Yeah, yeah, we have,” you rolled your eyes, “but seriously, out of all the galaxies and planets that have life and resources, what is it with out little home that’s caught your specific attention?”

His face seemed to drop slightly as you said ‘your’ - almost as if referring to the attack as ‘his’ had somehow upset him. He looked down to the ground, uncrossing his arms before making eye contact once more.

“Earth has something - something very valuable, priceless, something we’ve been looking for.”

If you didn’t know better, you’d think his tone was somewhat luring - as if he wanted you to ask for more information, but at the same time, wanted you to stay away from the details. It didn’t really make senseYou scanned him with your eyes once more. His body was slouched, showing vulnerability. If anything, this was way too easy. He had to be playing you somehow.

“What have we got that you want? Obama? Maybe some chicken wings?”

Loki scoffed, “No, you dim-wit. Something much more valuable than some Earthling. Or cheap food. Besides, your puny human brain wouldn’t be able to comprehend the power that I could find here.”

You made a mental note to bring that exact quote up to Fury later - the tone of Loki’s voice led you to believe there was subtext or some sort of hidden meaning that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“And what is this ‘power’ you speak of? Spill the tea, Loki,” you responded, leaning forward in your chair to listen better. Sure, you could hear just fine from the previous position you were in, but your subconscious says otherwise.

“As if I’d tell you,” he rolled his eyes once more, “I know Fury’s sent you here just to get information from me, but it won’t work that easy, I know they’re all listening in.” A smirk made its way onto his lips as he caught onto your act.

You knew Loki would catch on to what you were doing eventually - I mean, you were here to get information, and that was obvious, but a part of you felt as if you had already failed your little quest and it hadn’t even been ten minutes. But honestly, what else was he supposed to think with you coming in here and asking questions? You were here to get information.

Struggling to find your next words, you started laughing. Loki raised an eyebrow in confusion, looking around to check if there was some sort of joke he hadn’t seen.

“Ha, you think that’s why I’m here? To just wait around and work with what you’ve got at your pace?” you toned down the laughter slightly, regaining your breath, “Please, we wouldn’t go through that much trouble, we just want you dead. Or gone. Fury’s already planned the ten thousand ways he could behead you. No, no, we’re not that desperate, nor are you that important. I’m here because once I get framed with murder for ripping you apart, I’ll be able to justify it.”

Loki’s smirk dropped, the amusement disappearing from his eyes, “What did you just say to me?”

Chuckling once more, you raised an eyebrow at him, “What? Don’t like it when someone talks back to you, Mister Hot-Shot?” you leaned back in the chair, “Get used to it.”

Loki let out a sassed-filled sigh, dropping his shoulders as if he had been scolded, and started to mumble what sounded like, “No, it was just unnecessary.”

Now it was your turn to scoff as Loki took offence, looking like a small child who had been denied cookies before dinner. Your amusement spiked at his behaviour, his avoidance of eye contact being the cherry on top.

“You’re such a child,” you remarked, the unmissable pout disappearing from his lips, his eyes snapped back up to you as he stood up to defend himself.

“A child? Please, I’m over a thousand years old, have experienced wars, loss, have wrecked havoc - I have seen things your eyes can’t even begin to comprehend, and I am a God,” he was now right in front of you, of course separated by glass, but intimidating nonetheless, “Do not refer to me as a child--”

“You don’t have to be so touchy,” you smirked, standing up as well, “Sit down.”

Not used to taking commands, Loki blinked multiple times as he registered your words, practically discarding everything he just said about himself. Silently, he sat back down, leaving you to mentally swim around in victory.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen, Loki,” you placed your hands behind your back (you felt like Fury) as you started to walk around the circular cell, Loki’s eyes glued to you, “You are going to tell me what’s going on. I don’t care how much you think your honour and God-liness is going to prevent that - I will eventually get the answers I’m looking for. Now, you can either cooperate and get yourself sent safely back to Asgard - or we can do this the hard way - and believe me, with a team of enhanced superheroes who have a lot of fucking built-up anger and long-lasting unresolved issues, I can’t see that as being fun for you. Unless, of course, you’ve got some sort of dark sadistic torture kink, that is.”

You had made your way around the whole cell by now and were standing by the door, Loki’s eyes still stuck on you like flex tape, his mouth slightly open. To say you were basking like a champion would be an understatement. You felt over the fucking moon right now, having left the God of Mischief speechless on your first day of your mission. His lips formed into a smirk once he caught up to what you had said.

A small smirk formed on your lips too as you turned away, “Anyways, I need to go eat, my stomach’s been gurgling for a while now, so whenever I return, you can feel free to give me what I’m looking for. Have a lovely evening, Loki.”

You swayed in pride as you walked out of the room, Loki not uttering another word as you disappeared from his sight. Part of you felt as if you could have stuck around a little more to apply a bit more pressure, but at the same time, you didn’t want him thinking you were giving him all of your attention. He’d probably love that too much.

Making your way back into the main control room, you noticed Tony, Steve, and Thor huddled around the table, probably having watched your encounter with the dark-haired man. Fury stood not far away, hands clasped behind his back, his eye on you as you entered the room.

“How’d I do on my first day, boss?” You asked, a small smile playing at your lips. Fury sighed, looking over to Tony who had now stood up.

“Well, you were only in there for twenty minutes, so it was short--” Fury began speaking until he was cut off by Tony’s obnoxiously loud voice.

“I didn’t realize how much of a badass you were, lil sis,” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning in to say the last part to you instead of yelling it to the whole room, “You make me proud.”

You chuckled, leaning in to his touch, “Gee, thanks big brother.”

“As I was saying,” Fury regained your attention, “It was short, but effective. You’ve left him thinking.”

Fury pointed to the screen which displayed the room you were just in. Loki was sitting in the same position, his eyes still glued to the door that you walked out of not five minutes ago, that damed smirk still on his lips.

“What can I say? I have that effect on men,” you smirked, a strange wave of confidence coming over you from who knows where. Fury groaned slightly, ignoring your comment. Tony played the exact same reaction.

“You’ve messed with his mind, that’s a good first step. But, you’re going to have to be more logical than emotional from now on. You got this.”

You grinned, patting Fury on the shoulder as you made your way to the small array of snacks on the table. You couldn’t lie, a part of you was left thinking about Loki too. You didn’t really like it, but at the same time, it helped you process what had just happened. You remembered the mental note you had made to yourself while talking to Loki, but figured you’d bring it up once your stomach got food. Fury’s ears were probably dealing with a lot right now since Maria just dragged him away, blabbing about some computer errors.

Thankfully, someone had brought out some food (finally) and you were grabbing just about everything you could - salad, crackers, cheese, whatever was in front of you. If this was what being aboard the helicarrier brought you, maybe you could live with it.

For now, you continued to think about what you were going to go over with Loki tomorrow, and hoping that things would work out much better now that you stood your ground.

You were proud of yourself too, in all honesty. Loki’s shock to your statement might have just been some sort of game, but at the same time, you had the guts to say it. That’s what mattered, and that’s what was important.

Fury’s words echoed into your head as Tony started a conversation with Thor about how hotdogs weren’t sandwiches.

You got this.

Damn right, you did.

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Percy Jackson, The Avenger

Percy has an encounter with Nick Fury. A year later, he’s being called on to help protect the world… again. He’s not alone in this Avengers Initiative. A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; a super soldier; a green scientist; a Norse god; and two secret agents. What could go wrong?

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10 – I Get My Own Action Figure!

The next couple of weeks after the battle were hectic.

Once the dust had settled and the injured were being tended to and the dead counted, questions started popping up. Questions about what exactly had happened. Were those aliens that had attacked? Are they going to come back? Who had saved them? Were they superheroes? Was Thor really a Norse god or just another alien?

Not all of those questions had been answered. SHEILD never made an official statement, but slowly the questions started being answered. Yes, it had been aliens and no, the Chitauri weren’t coming back anytime soon. They had been led by a Norse god called Loki, whose brother, Thor, was in the attack against him, part of a team called the Avengers.

All around the world, people were talking about the Avengers. Some argued against the team, trying to force them to take responsibility for the attack, saying that they were to blame for the damage done to the city. Those people, however, were few and far between.

Most people regarded them as heroes. Citizens being interviewed by local news stations and papers praised the heroes, thanking them for saving their lives. Walking around the city, one could see spray-painted murals, people wearing hoodies and t-shirts with the heroes on them. There were even action figures modeled after the group.

Percy found that the action figures were the coolest part yet. He had already managed to buy a mini-figure of himself, complete with his shield and sword, that he had sitting on his nightstand. Annabeth thought that it was funny. She hadn’t said anything, but Percy knew that she found the whole situation amusing.

He also couldn’t help but marvel at his ‘superhero’ name—Riptide. Apparently, the little boy that he had saved had been interviewed by the New York Post and had told them the story about Percy saving him and his mother from the Chitauri. Well, his mother had told the story. The only thing the little boy could talk about was how cool Percy had looked, with his armor and big sword that he called Riptide.

The media took it up and went with it. Now he was Riptide, the superhero with the mutant ability to manipulate water.

In all honesty, Percy was glad that no one had gotten ahold of the knowledge of the Greek world. When information had started appearing in the news, Percy had IM’d Fury (actually managing to scare the director when he was alone in his office) and had asked to keep his identity, along with the existence of the Greek gods, under wraps.

So far, it seemed to be working nicely. Percy figured that he would head to Camp Half-Blood the next day and inform Chiron about all that had happened. But there was something else that the demigod had to do first.

He stood in a secluded area of Central Park. The whole team had shown up to accompany Thor (and Loki, whose hands were bound, and a muzzle placed on his face) back to Asgard. Thor went around, shaking hands with everyone as he said goodbye. When he reached Percy, the demigod gave Thor a big smile. “Hey man, it was nice meeting you.”

“Honor is mine, Percy,” Thor told him. “Maybe we can fight together again one day.”

The son of Poseidon laughed. “Let’s hope it’s under better circumstances.” Thor nodded and started to move away, but Percy grabbed his arm before he could fully walk away. “Hey, just remember, always family. No matter what.”

“Thank you, Percy.”

Percy watched on as Thor finished the rest of his rounds before heading back to Loki. Bruce and Tony stepped forward, Tony holding out a briefcase. It opened to reveal the Tesseract, dimly glowing blue. Bruce took the Tesseract and placed it in a glass tube before handing it to Thor. The Norse god held one end, giving the other to Loki, who reluctantly took it. He took one last look at the team before turning the handle.

The energy of the Tesseract swept over the two. Percy fixed Loki with one last glare before they were both gone.

Then slowly, one-by-one, the Avengers wandered off. Natasha and Clint riding off together; Steve on his old Harley; and Bruce and Tony getting into one of Tony’s sports cars. Percy headed to Paul’s blue Prius. Hopping into the driver's seat, he started the car and drove away.

Driving through the city, Percy could see the efforts of the citizens as they began to clean up the city. He knew that Tony was going to be in charge of the rebuilding process. The billionaire had already struck a deal with the Department of Damage Control, signing a contract that all post-battle cleanup would be under his control.

Percy passed an empty pedestal, its statue gone and somewhere in the streets of the city. People had noticed the statues running around during the battle (they were hard to miss), but no one seemed to remember the same incident happening almost five years ago—most likely due to the Mist.

The son of Poseidon was glad. It was one less thing for him to worry about. He had enough on his plate at the moment, mainly helping with the clean-up process.

Percy pulled up to the hotel he and Annabeth were staying in. During the battle, the apartment building where Sally and Paul lived had taken a large hit to the wall, deeming it unsafe to live in at the moment. Percy had told his family to stay in Montauk for the time being. Annabeth and he had decided to stay in a hotel for a couple days while Percy finished up his Avengers stuff before heading to Camp Half-Blood.

The demigod entered the hotel room. Annabeth sat on the bed; eyes glued to the TV where a reporter stood on screen. It appeared to be another interview, this time with an older group of men playing chess.

“Superheroes in New York? Give me a—” a man said before Annabeth paused the TV. Percy sat down next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Annabeth smiled at him. “How’d it go?” She asked.

“Well, Thor and Loki are officially back in Asgard, and the Tesseract is with them.” He leaned back into the pillows, letting out a sigh as he went. “I think that it’ll be a while before we see Thor again. Imagine the family drama going on right now.”

“I can imagine it,” Annabeth teased, laying down beside Percy. “Just look at who our family is. It can’t be too different from ours.”

“Except their father doesn’t eat them, he adopts them. Or, one of them, I guess.”

They laid in silence for a while. Percy played with Annabeth’s hair, trying to braid her blonde hair while she read her book. After a while, Percy gave up and settled for just staring at Annabeth. She looked beautiful—as always—even with the small purple bruise on her chin that she had gained during the battle (something about a bank and a bomb).

“You ready to go back to camp?” Percy asked.

Annabeth set her book down and looked over at him. “Yeah. I wonder how the others will react to you becoming famous.”

“Technically, I’m not the famous one. Riptide is.” Percy gave Annabeth a small smirk before continuing on. “Secondly, it’s not that different from Piper. I mean, her dad’s Tristan McLean and we didn’t bat an eye when she told us.”

“That’s because you didn’t know who Tristan McLean was. And it is different from Piper—it's her dad that’s famous, and at least he isn’t known for having saved the world.”

Percy held up his hands in surrender. “Fine,” he agreed, before slowly lowering his arms again. “They’ll be fine with it, right? I mean, it’s not like I had much of a choice, and if I hadn’t been there, who knows what might’ve—”

“Hey, don’t worry,” Annabeth cut off Percy’s rambling. “I’m sure they’ll understand. Besides, I’m sure they won’t even think it’s that big of a deal. Most demigods don’t worry too much about the mortal world anyway.”

Percy smiled softly. “You’re right, as always. It’s not a big deal.” He said, the last part more for himself, before pushing himself up. “Now come on, let’s get packed.”

\~*~/

“This is a huge deal!” Leo shouted. “I mean, holy Hephaestus, wow.”

Percy shot a glance over at Annabeth. So much for not a big deal, he told himself. Shaking his head, he walked closer to Leo who was pacing around them on the hill, having run up to greet them when they had first arrived. “Leo, it’s really nothing—”

“You met Tony Stark. The Tony Stark, the legendary mechanic!”

Percy scratched the back of his head, not fully understanding Leo’s reason for excitement. “Yeah, l guess.”

“You guess?” Leo threw hands into the air in shock. “Percy, Tony Stark is a genius. His work with nanobots is revolutionary, not to mention the mechanics of the Iron Man suit. Half of the Hephaestus cabin has a poster of him hanging by their bed.”

“What about you?”

“Are you kidding? I already have his Iron Man T-Shirts, Iron Man Hoodie, Iron Man trading cards, Iron Man action figure, and two posters—one from before and after the whole alien-thingy.”

Percy nodded dimly. “Woah, I didn’t know he was such… wait, did you say trading cards?”

Annabeth gently grabbed his arm. “Percy, focus.”

“I am focusing. Focusing on the fact that I somehow missed the fact that I have trading cards with me on them.”

“Percy.”

“But Annabeth…”

“And Leo,” Leo chipped in. “Don’t forget I’m still here.”

The couple turned back towards Leo. “Sorry,” Annabeth apologized.

Leo dismissed her apology with a wave of his hand. “It’s fine. I can’t imagine how weird it must be for you to be famous. That’s gotta feel weird.”

“Honestly, it doesn’t faze me,” Percy shrugged.

“Well if I was you, I’d be hanging out with Tony Stark and comparing notes,” Leo stated. “Maybe we could work on something together!”

Percy noticed a small twinge of smoke start rising from the top of Leo’s hair. He pointed it out to him, smiling as Leo frantically reached his hand up to pat out the small fire. When the fire was out, Percy considered an idea he knew he would probably come to regret, but...

“Hey Leo, if you want, I could introduce you to Tony.”

Leo froze, his eyes growing impossibly wide. “Really?” When Percy nodded, Leo jumped into the air, punching the air. “Oh, gods! This is—thank you, Percy.” The fire reappeared on Leo’s hair, much bigger than before. Leo ran back down the hill, screaming about getting to meet Iron Man.

Next to him, Annabeth laughed. “I think you just made his day.” She commented.

“At least one person’s happy about this situation,” Percy noted as they started making their way down Half-Blood hill. “Let’s hope that everyone else takes it just as well.”

At the bottom of the hill, campers had gathered around, no doubt drawn out by Leo’s shouting. At the front stood Chiron, his tail flicking back and forth in a way Percy had seen it do before whenever the centaur had been agitated. Percy swallowed.

Chiron stared at him with a poker face, and that only made Percy feel even more scared. “Welcome back, you two.” Their mentor greeted. “I think we need to have a talk.”

\~*~/

Chiron ushered them into the Big House, shooing away the curious campers. Once the last camper had wandered off, he led them to the living room. Percy and Annabeth took a seat on the couch while Chiron lowered himself into his wheelchair, the centaur’s lower half disappearing and a set of fake human legs popping out.

“So,” Chiron started once wheeled himself over to the couch. “Drinks?”

Percy and Annabeth shook their heads. “Listen, Chiron…”

The centaur held up his hand, bringing Percy’s word to a stop. “Percy, I’m not mad. Just tell me what happened.”

For the next fifteen minutes, Percy told the entire story, starting from Blackjack getting captured to him and Annabeth sitting on the couch. Chiron listened carefully the entire, only interrupting once or twice to ask a question. Annabeth was the same. She had already heard the first part, but she listened very carefully to his time with the Avengers. When Percy finished, the room was silent except for Seymour the Leopard’s snoring.

Finally, Chiron spoke up. “This may be more serious than I thought.”

“What do you mean?” Percy asked.

“If Loki willingly teamed up with… aliens,” Chiron said, almost as if he was unfamiliar with the word. “Then he must have struck a deal with someone. With the way you described the Chitauri, they don’t seem all that capable of thinking of a plan. So the real question is, who’s their leader?”

“And what could Loki offer them?” Annabeth input. “Think, if Loki struck a deal, it's obvious what he gets. An army.”

“He tried striking a deal with me for Olympus’ armies,” Percy remembered. “He came to me in a dream and said that if I gave him command, then he would make me powerful.”

“Is this the same dream with Rachael’s prophecy?” Chiron asked.

The son of Poseidon nodded. “It is. That’s also part of the reason why we’re here. Something isn’t adding up.”

Chiron’s eyebrow raised. “Like what?”

“The prophecy… it doesn’t feel finished yet. Like there’s more to come. I’m scared, too, because the last time I felt like a prophecy wasn’t finished yet, Luke went and sicced a pit scorpion after me. And then he went and joined the Titans and we all know what that led to—”

“Percy, deep breath.” Chiron broke through Percy’s panicked rambling. “This could be very serious, Percy. You should meet with Rachael as soon as possible. She arrived yesterday. I spoke with her briefly before she headed to her cave, saying how she needed to contact Ella.”

Percy and Annabeth stood up. “Thank you, Chiron,” Percy said, grabbing Annabeth’s hand as they headed for the door.

Chiron smiled. “No problem, my dear boy. Also, before the two of you go,” he called, making Percy and Annabeth turn back to face him. “I’m happy you’re back.”

\~*~/

Percy and Annabeth made their way to Rachael’s cave. Luckily, the campers had returned to their activities after Chiron had shooed them away, so no one stopped them to talk. A few did wave, but quickly turned back to their activities. Percy returned the gesture jovially. He didn’t realize how much he had missed Camp Half-Blood, and he could only smile as lava poured down the rock-climbing wall and the familiar sounds of swords clanging and kids yelling reached his ears. Camp Jupiter was nice, but Camp Half-Blood would always be his first home.

They climbed up the small hill, where Rachael’s cave resided at the top. The thick burgundy curtains that usually were draped closed in the cave’s entrance were drawn to the sides, revealing the mess of throw pillows and bean bags in the cave. Percy and Annabeth shared a look of concern before venturing in.

Rachael’s back was to them. She sat facing her mural wall, which she frequently painted on whenever she was plagued with images from the Oracle. Paint covered her arms and legs, which wasn’t too far from normal. But what wasn’t normal was the slight green glow that emanated from Rachael’s body.

Annabeth took a step closer. She reached her hand out, intending to shake Rachael’s shoulder. “Rachael?” She asked.

Rachael jumped and whirled around, holding out a paintbrush like a sword as the green glow faded away. She lowered it once she saw who it was that was standing behind her. “Hey, guys.” She greeted. “What brings you here?”

“We wanted to talk to you about the prophecy,” Percy told her.

“I thought that might happen. Take a seat,” she gestured to the haphazardly scattered beanbags. Percy picked a purple one while Annabeth took the bright yellow one next to it. Rachael remained standing, pacing around them. Eventually, she settled and sat on the concrete floor. “I talked with Ella,” she started. “She had never heard the prophecy, nor anything that might relate to it.”

“I’ve never actually heard the prophecy,” Annabeth spoke up. “Could one of you repeat it for me?”

Percy looked over at Rachael who nodded at him. He tried to recall the prophecy he had heard. “Um, it comes from… comes from—”

“Oh, let me,” Rachael told him. “It comes from day as dark as night—”

“At least I was on the right track,” Percy muttered. Annabeth shushed him and turned back to Rachael.

“After evil��s rule, the final fight,” Rachael continued. “They’re gone, they’re broke, they come together.” Percy saw Annabeth frown. She opened her mouth as if to speak but closed it after a second. “Charged to protect, earthly tether. Rolling stone, purple reign. All must end in blazing pain.” Rachael finished reciting the prophecy. Noticing Annabeth’s grim expression, Rachael joked, “Cheery, right?”

“Peachy,” Annabeth responded.

“Well,” Percy clapped his hands, drawing the attention of the two women. “Now that we all know the prophecy, some thoughts. Rachael, you said that Ella didn’t have anything?”

“I didn’t say that,” Rachael corrected. “I said she didn’t recognize it. But we did discuss some possible meanings.”

“Did any of those include a meaning for ‘final fight’?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Rachael asked, slightly taken back. “I would’ve thought blazing pain—”

“The blazing pain part is over and done with,” Percy dismissed with a wave of his hand. “The nuke,” he explained when he saw Rachael’s blank face.

Her face transformed from confused to scared—face paling at his words. “Nuke?”

“The government wanted to nuke us, but Tony ended up putting it through the portal. All’s fine now. Blazing pain avoided.”

Annabeth nodded slowly. “That…makes sense. But what I don’t get is the final fight part. This is your guys’ first fight together.”

“But it does say ‘must end in blazing pain’,” Rachael interjected. “That’s what worries me. The fates wouldn’t put in the word must unless it was unavoidable.”

“They must have been wrong, Rachael. That part is over with. Even Wise girl agrees.”

Rachael sighed tiredly. “I don’t know. Usually, after the events of the prophecy, the lines become clearer. But they aren’t now. Which may mean…” She trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. But the implication hung in the air.

Percy cleared his throat, breaking the silent tension. “I, for one, think that there’s nothing left. We’ve got to be overthinking this. I mean, Loki’s back on Asgard, and the Chitauri aren’t coming back anytime soon.”

“But I don’t feel that it’s done,” Rachael said, her voice filled with worry. “There are still too many unsolved variables. If I didn’t know better, I’d say this sounds like a Great Prophecy.”

Both Annabeth and Percy sat up straighter at the mention of a Great Prophecy. They shared a glance, remembering what the last two had entailed. Percy looked back over at Rachael; brows furrowed together. “You really think? So soon after?”

“Well, one was given not even a day after the other had been completed,” Rachael recalled. “So yeah. Totally possible.”

That made some sense to Percy, given the last time, but he was sure it was over with already. He frowned as Annabeth grumbled. Looking over at her and her tense posture, he thought the situation over in his head. On one hand, if this really was a Great Prophecy, then they needed to be prepared. They would most likely need to give up college and jobs to prepare for whatever would come. But on the other hand…

The son of Poseidon knew that Annabeth would be disappointed on giving up her goal of becoming an architect to fight. Besides, the whole situation was a huge ‘if’. If the prophecy wasn’t over, if this was a Great Prophecy. Did he really want to jeopardize Annabeth’s happiness for a small, unlikely chance?

“It’s probably nothing to fret over,” Percy said. “I saw we call it a day. It’s about to get late anyway. Didn’t you want to get cleaned up before dinner?” He asked Annabeth, distracting her from the prophecy.

Rachael tried to protest. “I really think that—”

“No, he’s right,” Annabeth said, pushing herself up. “I say that it’s over and done with. That’s two against one.”

“I really think my vote should count twice as I’m the Oracle, but whatever,” Rachael muttered, irritation creeping into her voice. As she stood up, she added, “I’ll keep looking into it, just in case.”

Percy nodded as he and Annabeth started to make their way out of the cave. “Just in case.” The demigod hoped that she wouldn’t find anything. He hoped that he had made the right call.

\~*~/

Percy stood on the beach, starting out at the water. The waves crashed gently at his feet and the breeze blew his hair into his face. He didn’t bother to fix it. Instead, he stood there mulling over his earlier conversation with Annabeth and Rachael.

Even as he denied it, he couldn’t help but muse over the thought of another Great Prophecy. Wasn’t two in his lifetime enough? That by itself already sounded like a stretch. The idea of a third seemed laughable. Did the Fates really hate him that much to put him in the center of another Great Prophecy? What had he ever done to them?

Percy cleared his thoughts, stalling the oncoming headache. He knew that if he continued to stand there and analyze everything too deeply, his head would start pounding. In an attempt to clear his head, he took a couple of deep breaths and focused on his surroundings.

It felt nice for a July evening. In just three days, it would be the fourth, and he knew that the Hephaestus cabin would pull out all the stops, especially when Leo was the one in charge of the firework display. Just thinking about it made Percy excited. It felt as if it had been forever since he had celebrated July 4th at Camp.

He was so deep in his head; he didn’t notice the figure behind him until they spoke. “Nice weather for some fishing, wouldn’t you say?”

The demigod whirled around. Poseidon stood behind him in his usual garb, Hawaiian shirt, Bermuda shorts, sandals, and his lucky Neptune fishing hat. In his hand, he held his trident, waves of power radiating from it. He moved his eyes from the sea to Percy, smiling at him. “Hi, son.”

Percy stared at his father as the god walked closer to the edge of the water, his trident transforming into a fishing rod. Poseidon cast out his line. The line soared impossibly far out (a little godly magic) before plunking into the water. Next to Percy, another fishing rod appeared. Percy grabbed it and cast it out, his line much closer to shore. They stood there for a while, soaking in the peace.

Eventually, Percy turned to Poseidon. “Dad, what are you doing here?”

“Can’t say hi to my son?” Poseidon asked as he checked his line for a tug. When Percy raised his eyebrow at the god, Poseidon shrugged. “Figured I’d see how you’ve been doing,” he admitted. “Especially after your little adventure with that group. The Avengers, right?”

Percy nodded. “That’s what we’re calling it. And… I’m fine.” He dropped his fishing rod and turned to face his dad. “Did you know about the Norse gods? The Chitauri?”

“We’ve known about the Norse since they were first created. Of course, it’s been a while since they’ve come to Earth, but, nevertheless. And with the Chitauri, not specifically. There are whole other worlds out there, Percy. Even I don’t know most of them, or even how many there are.”

“And why did you never bother to share this information with anyone?”

“It was never relevant. Until now, that is.” Poseidon stroked his beard, shifting his eyes away from the sea to his son. “Your uncle is in a sour mood. Apparently, Loki coming to Earth and waging war broke a treaty between Odin and Zeus. But as the Norse are in space and Zeus has no way of getting in contact, there’s nothing he can really do. I don’t care much for politics. I’ll be spending the next couple months in my palace just so I don’t have to listen to his grumbling and pitiful whining.”

Percy smiled a little. Catching Percy’s smile, Poseidon turned his attention back to his line, a twinkle in his eye. All of a sudden, the line became taught. “Oh, think I got something.” With a small flick of the wrist, the fishing rod started wheeling in the prize. Percy could see the start of a gigantic sea serpent-looking monster. Poseidon only grinned at the monster. “This will do nicely. Amphitrite has been nagging me lately about her new diet, wanting to try new things. Hopefully, this will do the trick.”

The demigod figured his father would just disappear, but the god turned back to Percy. “I need you to remember, son, that no matter what happens in the future, I will always be proud of you. The coming times will be difficult, but I know you will prevail. With the reveal of the Norse, mortals will start to pry into other pantheons. The truth will come out at some point or another, I know it. Zeus is too confident that no one will ever discover the truth, but with the re-introduction of Thor… just know that many people might not be happy. Maybe even some of the gods.”

Percy nodded. When he had shown up in New York, in the midst of battle, he had known there was a chance of the demigods being exposed. And even though he had talked to Fury, and even though the media believed he was a mutant, it seemed like that would come true.

Poseidon clapped Percy on the back. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said before dissolving into the sea breeze, his fishing rod and dinner disappearing along with him. On the beach, a small sand dollar rested just where Poseidon had been standing, with Percy standing there alone.

Annabeth found him half an hour later still staring at the sand dollar. With only a glance at his face, she could guess what had happened. “Your dad?”

“Yeah,” Percy confirmed. He bent down to pick up the sand dollar, turning it over in his hands. It looked remarkably similar to the one Poseidon had given to him on his fifteenth birthday. With a sigh, he stood up and pocketed the sand dollar. “He wanted to talk.”

“About what?”

“A lot. But he said he was proud of me.” Percy took Annabeth’s hand and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her. She melted into the hug. “He also mentioned how the mortals are going to find out about us, sooner or later.”

Annabeth hummed. “When you first told me, I thought that might happen and just prepared myself for the worst.”

“I still think we have a while. People still doubt that Thor really is the same one from mythology.”

“But there are others out there, Percy. Others that might prod or poke just a little too closely and stumble across something they might not like.”

“We’ll deal with it when it comes. Together.” In the distance, the familiar sound of the conch shell blowing could be heard, calling the campers together for dinner. “Come on,” Percy tugged Annabeth towards the Pavilion. “I’m starving.”

Annabeth laughed. “You’re always starving.”

“Which is exactly why we should go eat. Come on, last one there’s a rotten minotaur!” Percy shouted before taking off. Annabeth followed, laughing and yelling as she chased after him.

\~*~/

A couple of days later, the two sat on the beach, staring up at the sky as bright explosions lit up the night sky above them. They watched as some of the usual fireworks were shown (the camp, George Washington crossing the Delaware River, and the more recent but continuous one of Camp Jupiter).

Percy’s face lit up as bright as the sky when he saw the one of the Avengers, all doing a fighting pose as the firework-Chitauri raced towards them on either side. It was exciting to watch as Percy’s firework-self destroyed some of the aliens, the fireworks exploding even brighter when a Chitauri died.

Finally, when the show was done, courtesy of Leo McSchizzle, Bad Boy Supreme, (Or so the fireworks proclaimed), most of the campers trudged to bed. Percy and Annabeth stayed on the beach; the daughter of Athena curled into Percy’s side. Percy’s eyes gazed at the bright stars. Somewhere out there in the vast emptiness of space, were Thor and his brother. The demigod hoped they were starting to patch things up. He really didn’t need Loki coming back to Earth to try and destroy it again the next time he and Thor had a little squabble.

Beside him, Annabeth yawned. Percy shifted his gaze to look down at her. “I think we better get to bed before the patrol harpies catch us. Want me to walk you to your cabin?”

Annabeth nodded tiredly. “Yes please.”

The two slowly stood up, their legs tired and heavy. They walked hand-in-hand together towards the cabins, both slightly leaning on each other. When they reached cabin six, Percy gave Annabeth a goodnight kiss before watching her head into her cabin. After the door closed, Percy trudged to his own cabin, cabin three. He didn’t bother changing into pajamas, barely managing to get his shoes off before he collapsed onto his bed.

Percy fell asleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of him and Annabeth laying under the stars together.

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 5 years

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Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

TITLE: Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 19 / ?

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-dark midnight

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki falling in love with a Midgardian and his words to Thor about Jane during Dark World coming back to haunt him. “It would be a heartbeat. You would never be ready.”

RATING: M for Mature

NOTES/WARNINGS: ~▪︎~FOR THE WHOLE STORY~▪︎~

AUTHOR’S NOTES: Check Masterlist. It’s going to be a long read. I try to keep each chapter around 3,000 words.

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

!-!TRIGGER WARNING(S)!-!

So many triggers, read ALL of them!

Swearing. Angst. Death. Depression. Violence. Self-harm. Regret. Carelessness for safety. Doubts. Torture. NSFW. Smut. Fluff. And Of Course- Mischief.

Summary: A change and Interview.

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Everyone asked about witches, and Loki answered questions to bring as much knowledge as he could for Alicia’s sake.

Loki was near his mother many times while she guided others and was in her own visions. Witches are guided since their first visions and they are eventually able to give many details about a vision to the point of being able to change the vision or even completely prevent the visions from happening. If blood is drawn, the witch was in the visions too long and the emotions are intensified.

Often resulting in self harm and potential suicide, the reason Alicia is to be watched closely for the time being. Witches are eventually able to give information as to when things will happen, but it takes many years and attempts to find the right phrase to coax that information out. Loki explained Alicia would be working with a healer to figure out her phrase since they could do it without too much harm.

The mission was in 6 days. Loki was to get Natasha, Steve, and Alicia to a vault. The building was going to be crawling with foot soldiers. Likely the same levels as the ones who attacked Asgard. The problem was not the skill but was the number. Marcibeth was able to get information out of the captors of a location. The vault kept passwords to the computer systems. If not the vault then they would need Edward himself, the man who is out for revenge against Marcus. Marcibeth assumed Edward and Luit teamed up at some point.

Alicia was thrilled with the information. Tired from pushing herself too hard during training Loki forced her to bathe but she refused clothes so she could feel him. They talked until she passed out and Loki stared at her beautifully relaxed face. He was trapped in that world as he drifted to sleep.

Loki woke in a similar world he fell asleep in. All of his senses were pleasant. Soft skin against his. Even breathing in his ears. The relaxing scent tempting him to fall asleep. Loki opened his eyes, blinked away his blurry vision. Alicia was laying on his arm with her head lolled back. Her face was peaceful but Loki knew her neck would be painful for her if she stayed like this.

Loki eased her slowly to get her to lay down on the pillow. She made a sound of discomfort as she was moved but Loki left her lying on the softer surface. He watched her chest rise and fall, the moonlight making her glow. As the sun started to peak over the skyline her hand rose to her head in a stretch. Her back arched as her face grimaced and a groan was muffled in her throat. She sought Loki out and he flipped her on top of him.

Her words were soaking with slumber still, mumbled against his skin. “This is different.”

Loki kissed her temple, cheek, and tasted her shoulder. His hands feeling the smooth skin of her back and holding her so he could feel her weight. Loki felt the need to become one with this world, surrender to its limited time before its energy source gave out.

Her moans in his ear encouraged him to pull her up him by her knees. She held onto his shoulders as he slid his silver tongue around a perk nipple. Her head thrown back as lewd and tired sounds escaped. Her hair created a veil of safety around his head. He needed this safety, he had been topped before and it usually ended with subspace. Loki wouldn’t mind if she got him there. Loki knew she would care for him.

Loki trusted Alicia.

Hands on his shoulders grounded her as she pushed away to kiss him. She had to arch away from him to get his mouth to meet hers. Alicia’s mouth was filled with his tongue before their lips met. She moaned at all the touches from him; tongue in her mouth, one hand in her back forcing her to arch into him and the other firm on her ass urging her to start moving. Alicia’s first grind was full of friction but as she ground backwards Loki’s cock parted her folds and allowed her arousal to make him slick.

Alicia heard Loki’s quiet moan as her mind blanked at the sensation. It wasn’t just the tip but his whole length rubbing against her. Her breaths were drawn out as she moved slowly forward and back. The movements were gaining further reach as she wanted more. Alicia pushed until she sat up and realized this was her first sight of the day.

Loki beneath her as she was the one to bring them pleasure. His head was still lifted from him trying to follow her. His eyes were on hers and mouth open as he breathed his first words,

“I love you.”

As soon as she said those words back she watched his head fall onto the pillow and hands found her thighs. Alicia watched him as she began moving more and needed to feel more of his rigid tip she pushed forward. When she moved backwards he slid so easily into her. It was a smooth glide accompanied by wonderful stretches from being full. Alicia heard their moans mingle in the air.

It was the first time Alicia was on top and she used this time to drive him insane. Slow was her pace and she had to use his chest to be able to keep a smooth ride. Seeing Loki being drowned in her pleasure made her crave the dominant role she hasn’t had since she met Loki. Letting herself lay on him as her hips moved. It wasn’t so much as a straight up and down movement but grinding herself into his pelvic bone.

Good gods. What was she doing to him? If she continues with this, her hips rolling and grinding on him, he was positive his end was near. He felt pressure everywhere on his cock as she rolled her hips and somehow was able to get him in and out at the same time. His arms were around her as his hands gripped her sides. He needed her close. She kissed his forehead and he had to crane his neck to kiss her back. She jerked and moaned as he lost control and rutted into her. He stilled and she continued her pace but their lips never got too far away.

“Does this feel good?”

Loki groaned, “Too good.”

He felt her tender kisses move against his collar bone, “if anything is too much just say red.” She looked into his eyes, “promise me?” Her eyes searched his and he felt she was looking at all his insecurities.

He nodded after a hard swallow.

“Loki… I need you to talk. Let me hear your promise.”

“I promise to say red if anything is too much.”

Her smile. Especially as she purred a praise. Loki understood her need for his approval. He craved more of her words on his behavior. Needed to know so desperately that he was doing something worthy of a single word, “good.”

“I want you to thrust your cock into me. As deep as you can.” Loki heard Alicia moan as he instantly complied. He grew more desperate for praise as she kept grinding. Both of his hands went to her lower back and hips to push himself into her more. She moaned loudly then spoke as she slid her legs open and flattened herself to him even more. “You always find ways to stretch me so well. You are perfect. Everything I need in a lover. Are you close? Loki, my heart?”

A heartbeat.

This was why he was allowing her this complete power over himself. She didn’t have much time. He didn’t have enough time to experience everything she had to offer. Loki was so absolutely in love with her. He trusted her to hold his heart and not crush it. Loki was already in a state of mind that was so peaceful he would do anything for her, anything she wished and it would be done.

As he kept up the treatment she told him that her end was near. Loki never answered her but he was moaning quietly and repeatedly. She rasped into his ear. “You are doing so good. Excellent. You are making me feel so good. Keeping up your job even while lost in your pleasure.” Alicia moaned at an erratic thrust, “Loki. I know you are close. I want you to fill me with your release so I know how pleased you are. Cum for me.”

Loki moaned loudly and the hot seed filled her as his thrusts halted. Alicia came at the sensation of being filled and satisfied with herself for achieving her first time on top of him. Alicia regained herself rather quickly. She pushed against his arms and checked him. Loki was still lost in pleasure, his eyes closed then opened but looked far away. Alicia noted how his arms fell easily to her sides after sitting up to watch him closely.

Immediately Alicia moved to cradle his head to her chest and hummed gently. Her arm was under his heavy head and those fingers ghosted against his facial features. Her other arm wrapped around him to pull him close. It was not hard because he immediately sought her after he came back. He turned into her and allowed her to encase his head to her chest.

Shaky breath was heard.

She mumbled into his hair, “I love you. You did so well.”

For a while Alicia let his head rest on her, even after she could barely feel her fingers. She felt the slickness between their skin. Alicia knew it was not sweat by the way it trickled down her arm.

“Loki let’s move a bit. My arm is asleep.”

He moved quickly as if her arm was fire. Quickly whispering an apology that sounded worried.

Alicia groaned as she moved her arm. The tingling was both annoying and painful. “I just need a few seconds to get my feeling back.” Alicia moved her other hand along his arm. “Have you experienced that before?”

It was a long wait for an answer.

“Yes.”

Alicia moved to drape herself half on top of him. “What do you need me to do for you?”

Her question, answered in the form of him pulling her closer as he tightened his arms around her. She let it happen and kissed where she could. She rubbed circles into his muscles that she could reach with her hands. Loki fell asleep and Alicia went to make a large breakfast for him.

When done, she went back to her room and heard feet pacing. Loki deep in thought, Alicia whispered his name and he halted. She walked to him; slowly, carefully and filled with patience. With each step his entire body tensed more and more. Alicia rubbed those muscles, “Do you want to talk?”

His hair followed his head as it ran against his shoulder. Curls rising over them then falling over to rest against his back.

“Well then listen to me.” She kissed a shoulder as her hands wrapped around him in an attempt to keep him against her. “I am so happy with you. I love you and I am here for you. Through everything.” She laughed lightly, “I mean we are basically married.” She moved to the front of him. She cupped his jaw in her hands and rubbed there as well. “I made you a large breakfast. Are you hungry? ” She smiled at him and searched his eyes for an answer. She decided not to comment on the tears in his eyes.

“Loki have you experienced subspace before? It’s usually a weightless feeling that feels really good. It feels safe and sometimes you can feel really sad afterwards. Is that what’s going on?” Loki turned away with a very small nod. “It’s a normal feeling.” Alicia tried to gently bring his face to her again, “let’s go eat before anyone wakes up to eat your food.” She smiled when he glanced at her, “does that sound good? Alright. Come here Loki.”

He held her as he buried his face into her shoulder. How desperately he wanted to cry. No longer because he was scared of rejection but because he was unbelievably happy. Alicia was just pouring her love onto him in a never ending flow. Alicia’s hands seemed to never leave him and that halted his negative thoughts and emotions. She praised him, complimented him and said those three words, “I love you.” Over and over. Loki was feeling tired and wondered if he really needed to eat something and strongly considered going back to sleep.

Alicia insisted that food would help him. They walked to the kitchen. His hand in hers. She had a huge cookie sheet of egg mixed with peppers and onions with black pepper on top. She had another sheet with sausage and cheese. There were multiple bags of bagels. A whole jug of orange juice with two glasses as well as steaming mugs with the tea tags hanging along the cup.

Alicia served him, cutting the food in the sheets, parting the bagels and made him breakfast sandwiches. Loki poured the orange juice then sipped at his tea as he waited for her to start eating. Everyone was up soon; Thor, Jane, Valkyrie, and Darcy. All of them in various stages of alertness.

Darcy spoke up, “Are we not going to discuss how amazing it smells in here? Because that food looks amazing.” She helped herself to a sandwich and Darcy spoke with some food in her mouth still, “this is so good. You should try some.”

“You can’t just invite yourself to their food.” Jane replied quickly.

Alicia smiled and grabbed Loki’s hand that fisted on the table, “It’s ok. You can try some. There are extra plates for a reason.”

They all agreed and talked about Alicia’s cooking. Loki ate slowly but Alicia put more food on his plate. He didn’t feel like eating but she urged him to a full stomach before everyone else could eat the food.

With help Alicia figured out how to put food recipes in the tablet and more food was delivered. Alicia was full and was cleaning off the dirty dishes.

Thor spoke loudly with food in his mouth, “There are people to clean everything in this tower, lady Alicia.”

The servers were already cleaning up. They took over as soon as Alicia was up but Alicia did not stop gathering the dishes. “I just want to rinse everything off so it’s easier to clean.”

Alicia noticed Loki’s mood improving with a full stomach. She saw him move towards her while rinsing of the last few items. He hugged her from behind and placed his head on her shoulder. “I feel much better, thank you. But I’m cashing in affection before sleep.” Loki kissed her neck and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too Loki.”

Then the AI called for everyone to meet in the common room. Alicia sat across from the reporter as he asked questions. The questions were from the media, ranging from; things on TV and the Dark Prince chats.

Alicia rose an eyebrow, “These are not real questions right? I mean, what is it anyone’s business what happens between Loki and I?”

“With both of you being rather, consistent with information regarding personal relationship you could keep answering that way. Now, let’s talk about the Asgardian Attack. It is obvious you are trained. There are consistent reports of your strong and soothing magic, and how you were able to come up with an effective plan to minimize casualties. How long have you been training and who taught you?”

“I started training when I was five, my magic surfaced then. My family taught me then I lost contact with them and I began self teaching. I used my abilities to help in crisis situations and learned how to keep a level head through that.”

“Crisis situations such as when Loki attacked?”

Alicia bit the inside of her lip, understanding fully this was going to be constant jabs at Loki. Alicia allowed her lip to roll free as she smiled. “yes, as well as the other times the Avengers made their own messes.” She watched the man scribble things down on his notepad.

“So these messes you refer to, would you call them regrets?”

Alicia chuckled, “I can not speak for anyone else. I consider "regrets,” Lessons to learn from. No one should ever look back and feel bad about what happened. In intense moments that demand quick action our minds are often filled with things that don’t let us be our best selves.“

"What about your, lessons to learn from?”

“I learned very early in life that you can’t save everyone. From that, to hang onto every moment.” Alicia let her gaze fall to her laced fingers on the table as she thought about her mother who was literally gone. Her father who she could only hope was alive. Marcibeth has been distant for a while before dad was gone. The other family members that moved away once Angela was killed.

“The man that Loki pulled you from, was that someone close?”

“He was… a family member.” Alicia looked at the man as he scribbled again.

“A SHIELD agent?”

“That’s what I gathered as well.”

“Have you had training from SHIELD?”

“I learned plenty from my encounters on the field working with them.”

“So you are an Avenger now. Do you think you will be a great addition to the hero team?”

“I can only do my best."

The man closed his book and questioned, "Have you been interviewed before?”

“Off the record? Interrogated when I worked with SHIELD.”

“You are good at being vague. I asked all the questions I believe… we could go about this in two ways; interview or speech. People feel more satisfied and in control when able to ask.”

Alicia shrugged, “I don’t care. They are not getting more than that out of me.”

“Interview then. I will see you all later for the real thing.”

#Heartbeat: A Fragile Reminder #check triggers #check description #loki #chapter 19 #brightsun-and-darkmidnight

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mj-sage · 4 years

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Missio Mori

(The Die Mission)

Lyrae’s POV

The world is reduced to fragments after a powerful meteor struck the planet. The meteor was named Epsilon Aurigae, it is far stronger and bigger than the ones that annihilated the dinosaurs ages ago and until now we don’t know its origin. It popped out from nowhere in Earth. The strange thing is that thing seems otherworldly.

I was lost in my own thoughts when I abruptly stop. “Phew! That was close.”

I almost fall off a high tower! I can’t believe I lost my focus because of that mystery. I slowly raised my head and gape at the view that never fails to amaze me every time I see it, this all feels surreal. I stare at the cascading waterfalls down to the clear and long river, to the alluring flowers that surrounds it along with the skyscrapers and towers with highly advanced technological mechanisms. In the sky, you’ll see the great Ivy Mansion, the home of Ivy League which is a big organization and their agents. It is surrounded by heavenly beasts, the Pegasus and the legendary Safine Dragons. I stare at the landscape of the Metropolis, my new world. Behind the horizon lurks the land of cries, Liembvorg. It is a forbidden place where the Augries are found with their leader, Zxirmov. You could hear loud cries over the place when the Augries kill someone. Liembvorg is also known as the fiery pits of hell on land and no one on their right mind would go there.

Humanity survived the rage of Epsilon Aurigae. We don’t know how it happened. The only thing that I remember is that strange magnetic field that was automatically activated when the meteor is millimeters away from the Earth’s mesosphere. Then here comes the strange blinding light which enveloped the planet. After that, no one remembers what happened next. We just woke up from our deep slumber and realized that the world changed and so was us. We woke up surrounded by this skyscrapers and floating islands. A completely different environment, we all thought were living in a dream. Absurd isn’t it? And this absurdity is the mystery that we have to solve.

Each was gifted by a unique power after the strange blinding light enveloped the planet. Some surrendered and got controlled by their greed, those people died early. Few of them remained clear headed and lived a long life. I am Lyrae Syrius aka Agent Zephirra, an agent of Ivy League. Although I wasn’t really great when it comes in hand to hand combat, I was pretty confident with my skills in long range ones. Long range weapons suit me the most. It is a great partner for my ability Fuego, the blue fire. The organization sends out agents to every part of the world to annihilate all the Augries and restore order in the Metropolis. The organization took upon themselves the responsibility to lead the people and maintain peace. They also took responsibility in investigating the mystery that happened years ago, before humanity acquired magical prowess.

For the second time today, I was cut off from my thoughts. These time around not by almost falling off a high building, but by the buzz of my pager. “Agent Zephirra, you have been summoned by Lord McWerlin.”

Did he know? I walked to the door on the rooftop and rode on the Rovertour, an elevator designed as a portal. “To the office of Lord McWerlin” I said. And as usual, I was teleported right in front of Lord McWerlin’s office.

I knocked at the door and waited.

“Come in,” said Lord McWerlin. I slowly opened the huge double door and stepped inside the room.

I bowed my head, “Lord McWerlin.”

He slowly turned and faced me then said, “Be prepared. You’d be sent out for your mission at dawn. You can proceed on your own. You know the way to Liembvorg.”

“I don’t…” I’m supposed to ask him why it has to be me but I stopped when he gave me a death glare.

“Yes. My Lord” I replied and turned away. So…this is my fate. I’ll die tomorrow there’s no doubt in that.

I must be crazy for accepting this die mission. There’s no guarantee that I’ll come out alive, even so I’m willing to sacrifice my life for the ones that I love even though… I don’t understand their reasons…

Flashback: 3rd Persons’ POV

The Meeting Hall of the Ivy League

at Ivy Mansion

The meeting of the higher-ups is currently on-going. They finished assigning agents on specific posts where the Augries recently attacked. Now, they will be deciding on whom to send to a die mission. A mission that could end an agents’ life. They do this to those agents who are weak, to those they deemed trash and to those who serves as a threat to them.

Lord McWerlin is seated at the end of the long table. He is the chairman and founder of Ivy League. He gained the respect of his colleagues and the elders after he killed Zxirmov’s father, the former leader of the Augries. At that time, the Augries were the ones leading the planet. There’s no division, but others retaliated against the Augries because of an unknown reason. That’s when the Ivy League is formed.

“My lord, who should we send out to Liembvorg?” said Reese, one of the members of the higher-ups.

“We should send Minerva, she knows too much about our plans. What if the information gets leaked because of her big mouth?” said Loki.

“I agree. What if that foolish human tell the others about our grand plan? They will retaliate against the organization. We can’t let that happen. We need the humans to stay here.”

“No! We should just send…”

Dug! The sound of a dropped book from a shelf sounded throughout the hall which disturbs the meeting.

“Who’s there?” asked Lord McWerlin with his booming voice. He turned to the other persons to the room and shouted “Chack the vicinity!”

The atmosphere in the room became more intense as each second pass by. In the end they didn’t catch the person eavesdropping on their meeting.

“What should we do now my lord? If that someone leaks the information from our meeting we’ll be dead!”

The others started to panic after hearing that.

“No! What will happen to us now?”

“We can’t let this happen!”

“No!”

“We must catch that person.”

“We need those humans, they can’t leave this world. No!”

A loud bang resounded in the room. “Enough! I think I know who that person is. I’ll send her to that mission. You’re all dismissed!” said Lord McWerlin.

Lyrae’s POV

Back to present time…

I think Lord McWerlin felt my presence that time that’s why he sent me to this mission. I returned to the hall because I forgot my ball pen and notebook, it’s the only thing that reminds me of my former world. I can’t buy anything like that here in Metropolis. I didn’t eavesdrop on their meeting. The only thing I heard is assigning an agent to take on a mission to Liembvorg. I assumed they are planning to kill Zxirmov.

I don’t understand why they would insist on sending a weakling like me to kill him. I won’t be able to kill him even if I do my best. I’m scared… I think I will really die tomorrow.

Come dawn I’m already on the North Gate, a portal to Liembvorg. I walked into it and got teleported to Liembvorg.

The place was worse than I imagined it to be. This is how I imagined the world would be after an apocalypse. It reeks of something I can’t identify. The skies were dark and unwelcoming but strangely I felt comfortable, like I belong here, like this is a place close to home.

I shook my head and whispered to myself, “No, focus Lyrae. You have a mission and a very important one at that. Focus if you still want to live!” I quickly maneuvered my way to the tallest building in the place. I studied the geographic map of Liembvorg during my training that’s why I’m very familiar with this place. This is my only advantage, I must use it wisely.

Liembvorg reins the other half of the planet. It is surrounded by a lake of lava which added to the mysterious and horrifying vibe of the place.

I slowed my movements when I reached the top of the building and stare at the Reve Mansion, that’s where Zxirmov stays and from where I am. I could clearly see him standing on his balcony. I could see his dark locks of hair covering half of his face, wearing a three-piece suit and holding a glass or red wine in his hands.

I slowly raised my arms and aimed my bow at him. The bow is specially designed for me and my ability, Fuego which is a complete contrast to his ability related to ice. I don’t know exactly what it is. Even the organization doesn’t know the name of his ability because he seldom uses it in battle. My long hair was swept away by the wind as I started pulling the string of my bow when suddenly someone attacked me from my back. He was too fast. I didn’t even see how he got there nor feel his presence until he hit me and render me unconscious.

I woke up on an unfamiliar room. My heart started to pump rapidly. No! I don’t want to die! The lights were dimly lit. I wasn’t tied or whatnot and that scared me. If the enemy didn’t tie me to restrict my actions that means he’s confident and powerful enough to kill me instantly.

“You’re awake,” said a deep manly voice. He slowly walked away from the dark part of the room to approach me.

“Zxirmov!” I exclaimed.

He smirked at me and replied, “The one and only.”

I attacked him but he stopped me. I refuse to die without even trying to fight. I feel powerless in front of him. What’s the purpose of my training? I can’t even lay a finger on him.

“Stop it. You should listen to me first.” He said and slowly released me.

“Why would I listen to a merciless demon like you?” I replied and gave him the meanest glare I could muster. He just smirked at me and turned his back.

“Let’s talk when your head is clear,” he said and left the room.

What did he mean by that? Is he saying that I’m not on my right state of mind? Curse him! Because of my anger I followed him and flanked the door open. I didn’t see him in the hallway. No one was there even the guards. I expected the place to be surrounded by Augries but there wasn’t even a shadow of them. I walked and walked until I reached a dead end.

“Die!” I said as I punch the wall. The fear I felt earlier turned to rage.

I want to kill him. I desperately want to kill him! I chanted as I repeatedly strike my fist on the wall. I was startled when a brick moved and the wall slowly parted. It revealed a secret chamber.

“Wha…What is this?” I whispered to myself.

“I’m surprised you found this,” I was startled when someone suddenly speaks.

“Zxirmov! Why are you here?” I asked.

“I’m supposed to be the one asking you that, this is my mansion after all.” He replied.

This irritating demon! If I just have the skill I’ll never think twice and kill you! That’s my inner thought as he walked into the room and turned on the lights. At the center of the room lies a silver gun with ancient symbols carved into it.

“What is that?” I unconsciously asked. I was mesmerized by the gun. It gives off a majestic aura that leaves one to wonder what kind of material it was made from.

Zxirmov carefully touched the gun and looked at me. “This gun is the only thing left by my father. Most of his mana was absorbed by the gun. Do you know why he created this even if it will cost him his downfall against McWerlin and his life?”

“What are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“It’s because he wants to save you. No, he wants to save all the foolish humans.” He replied.

“What?” I asked for the second time.

“You’re a victim, a chess piece used by your organization.” Zxirmov said.

I frowned and said, “Are you out of your mind? The Ivy League is my family they will never do that!”

Zxirmov smirked and said, “Ah! You mean they’ll never do something to harm a family? Why are you here then? Aren’t you a part of their so called ‘family’?”

I clenched my fist and replied, “Just get straight to the point!”

“Lyrae, that’s your name right?” he stared at me intently.

“How did you know?” I replied in utter confusion. Our names are hidden in the organization, we only use our pseudonyms to refer to each other but never our real names.

“You want to know why you’re here, in this world? I’ll tell you what happened years ago when you were forcefully teleported in this place.” He snapped his fingers and suddenly we were at a place I longed to see, my old home.

“H-how?” I whispered to myself.

“This is just an illusion” He started walking so I followed him. A flashback of the events that happened long ago started to play in the illusion.

“That time, it was not a meteor that strucked the Earth. It was a huge portal created by your organization to increase their members and manpower. They were the greedy ones, not us. They want to take control over the realms of the world. And they need humans like you to do that. You’re the only species that could inherit and absorb the mana of this world. That portal brought you here in Erthas, a parallel universe close to Earth” he said.

“No that’s not true! I considered them as my family. I stayed here for so long, they didn’t do something to hurt me until now, I believe they were just punishing me and they’ll come and save me from you!” I replied.

“You’re too naive. They kept you alive because they still have to teleport a number of humans here. You see, not all humans had been teleported in this parallel universe, but their goal is to gather all the humans in this world. That’s the only way they could perform the ritual, by killing you and your kind. They’ll extract your blood and absorb all the mana you have to strengthen themselves, by then they’ll have unlimited mana. They would be powerful enough to lead and control the realms.” He said.

What he said hit me. So that’s why they sent me here. They want to kill me to cover up their plans. Maybe that’s what they’re talking about in the meeting. They got scared thinking that I’ll ruin their plans so they sent me here to die but… I looked at Zxirmov and asked, “If your father wanted to save humans like me why did you kill them?”

“Killing them using this gun is the only way to save them.” He replied and smirked at me.

I took a step back, fear enveloping my entire system. My body turned rigid as signals of alarm was sent to my brain. “Wi-will you kill me t-too?”

“Of course, wake up human you don’t belong in this world! You’re not from here. You should go back to your own world.” He clasped the silver gun and aimed it at me, pulled the trigger and muttered a chant I can’t understand.

A bullet sprung out from the gun. That time I remembered my organization, I felt betrayed and enraged. I thought they were my family but no they deceived me and I hate them for that. Still, I can’t die yet. I have to warn the others. They have to leave this place.

Bang! I was shot but I didn’t feel any pain. All I felt was coldness enveloping my body. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on my room with cold hands and sweat all over my body. That’s when I realized that it was all a dream. There was no apocalypse. It was all but a dream, a nightmare.

5 days later…

Starting the day that I woke up from that strange dream I started wondering if we can truly warp through time and tune in a different frequency to teleport in a parallel universe. I wondered if the parallel universe exists. But then, I revoked my ideas and continued living a normal life.

Maybe the parallel world exists or maybe it was just me and my wild imaginations. No matter what, I should focus on my present life. I am a human, without any kind of special power. I should be contented on what I am and for what I have. I should live my life to the fullest so that I won’t regret anything when I breathe my last.

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TITLE: House of Cards in the Wind CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Fifteen

AUTHOR: wolfpawn ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you were a powerful villain who was captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. and put in Cryogenic storage because there was no other way to deal with you. After doing some research, Loki learned about you and became obsessed. So much, that he looked for you and woke you up, knowing that you’d seek revenge and he would be more than willing to help. RATING: Teen and up

NOTES/WARNINGS: This story is the result of an imagine I saw on another blog theartofimagining13. The credit for the imagine goes to the author on that page.

Rebecca continued to smirk as she sat on the bed after Loki had went to the washroom, she could not help it. ‘Dare I ask?’ she turned her head to see Loki looking at her, her face showing slightly puzzled. ‘You cannot stop grinning.’

‘I have a plan,’ she explained gleefully. ‘I want to tear apart Thor’s little buddies, something came to me when we were having some fun.’

He sat next to her, kissing her shoulder and neck. ‘I am curious.’

‘I heard your little comment to Thor regarding him requiring some…fun.’ Loki brow’s furrowed, his arm going around her waist, causing her to laugh as she read his mind. ‘No, not me. I showed you before my feelings on sharing, I am the same with myself on that matter as I was regarding you. I don’t share.’ She placed her hand over his. ‘I was thinking regards his little friend, the Lady Sif.’

‘She will be willing.’ Loki agreed. ‘But Thor will not be.’

‘Not internally.’

Loki realised what she was implying. ‘Surely that is not causing them any rift in the Warriors though?’

‘What is worse than never having something you have always dreamed of?’ she grinned. ‘Thinking you have it only for it to be taken from you. That will be her heartache, and of course, the blonde one.’ Loki thought of Fandral for a moment. ‘Yes, him. When Thor brags to him how he will never get her, yet Thor has just used her and cast her aside, he will crumble. The other two I have not decided on their drama yet, but I will.’

‘This is what you thought of as we had fun?’ Loki felt somewhat insulted.

‘No, after, when I was after realising his thoughts through the walls, he is angry and frustrated at you being given satisfaction, your words to him regarding said satisfaction, and the fact that as much as it sickens him, he is envious,’ Loki’s eyes widened. ‘Yes, he cannot stand how you are happy, like this, with me.’ She whispered those words into his ear before nipping and tugging at the lobe, a small giggle of glee on her lips.

Loki smirked at her plan. ‘It is diabolical.’

‘Why else would I be smirking so much?’ Rebecca lay down on the bed, stretching like a cat. ‘If you are staying, get off the sheets. If you’re not staying, get off the sheets.’ Loki waved his hand and a warm feathered duvet covered her. ‘Do what you want so.’ She curled up in it.

Loki chuckled, changing his clothes. ‘Is he stuck in his rooms?’

‘Yes.’

‘Permit him to talk.’ Rebecca looked at him curiously but then shrugged and nodded.

Loki walked out of the room and to his adoptive brothers. When he entered, Thor glared at him. ‘What?’ he feigned ignorance.

‘Stop forcing me to be part of your plans.’

‘As stated Thor, that was treason and the peasant paid the price accordingly. I did nothing your beloved father would not do.’

Thor inhaled deeply and angrily. It was true, Odin had beheaded a man for treason before. ‘Where is she?’

‘Rebecca? Resting, she’s a little worn out.’ Loki winked at him slyly.

‘Loki, see sense, she is using you.’

Loki rolled his eyes. ‘Okay, I will indulge this for a few moments, what is it she is using me for exactly?’ Thor did not answer straight away. ‘If I was nothing but a pawn to her, she would treat me as she does the rest of you, but as you can see,’ he held out both his hands as he spoke. ‘I have my free will at all times and I can confirm anything I have done is of my choosing to do so, so please, enlighten me as to what it is you think she is gaining from this that she would not get otherwise?’

‘Loki…’

‘Your attempts to divide us is not going to work Thor, so cease. You have so little time to speak freely, surely you would try and use it as efficiently as it possible?’

‘She has been withholding secrets from you.’ Thor tried again.

‘We all have secrets Thor, even you. After all, you hid your secrets, poorly I might add, from your friends regarding your feeling of them. Stringing along poor Sif, when all she wanted to know was where she stood, and your glee in her not giving attention to Fandral instead, you get it all when you did not even particularly want it but you will not surrender it. I have secrets, everyone does.’

‘Not from her.’ Thor pointed out.

‘She seems uninterested in those recesses of my mind, she has never made mention of them, I need not worry.’ There was a knock on the door. ‘Your beloved friends, their comments regarding me have not gone unnoticed.’ Loki slowly made his way to the door, ‘she has decided on their just deserts for said comments.’

‘NO!’ Thor became fearful.

‘I am not the one to plea to.’ Loki grinned, enjoying his torment. ‘Enjoy.’ He opened the door, ‘Sif, my brother has been expecting you.’ He moved to the side slightly as the worried woman entered the room, a friendly smile on his face as she did so, ‘I will speak to you later regarding the security issues with Muspelheim.’ Loki turned and addressed Thor for a moment, taking the time to grin at him and watch as Thor was helpless again due to whatever Rebecca was doing to him. Behind the façade, he knew Thor was filled with hatred for Rebecca and Loki was elated. He knew that with continued empathy, there was some risk of Rebecca being reasoned with, to quell the darkness in her. But after this, there would be no reprieve. Thor would loathe her as the rest of the Avengers did, and there would be no concern that Rebecca would feel merciful for him as she used him in their plans, something Loki needed to ensure; though her actions suggested that Rebecca too was ensuring her remaining in the darkness, by his side. He thought to himself about her calling him ‘her king’, such a term could only have been a spur of the moment, yet its implications, she was claiming loyalty to him with her words. That caused him to rubbish Thor’s claims, though that was not even overly required anyway, Thor could not think of a reason for her to use him, as he had stated, if she wanted to, Rebecca could force him to do her bidding as she did with others, but she did not, she chose not to. She chose to allow him the ability to be free, that, in itself, proved her caring for him.

Rebecca stood, beaming as Thor’s hate-filled words were spat internally in a litany at her from across the throne room. Not far from his side, Sif smiled, elated at how things had altered between her and the subject of her desire.

‘You’d think you’d be in better form, considering you have had someone bother with you since you touched that scientist. Do you know that most Asgardian women see you as tainted now?’

‘I am going to make you suffer for all you have done.’

‘I’m quivering, on the inside of course.’

‘You have crossed too many lines. There is no saving one such as you.’

‘I told you already, I do not want to be saved. I am happy as I am, so cease babbling on about it.’ Rebecca was bored of him speaking. ‘You know, in all your ranting at me, you are not evening listening to what is being said.’

Thor paused and listened as the realm seemed to paying attention to what Loki was stating from the throne. He turned to look at the man he once called brother to hear what he was saying.

‘We will be gone all of a day, and with the Warriors ensuring that peace is upheld, I trust Asgard to be in good hands.’ Loki declared before looking to Thor and indicating for him to follow. With no control over himself, Thor did as he was forced to, noticing Rebecca moving alongside them, no one seemed to notice small Midgardian.

‘What is happening?’ Thor asked worriedly.

’Why would I tell you? You should have listened rather than just threaten me.’

Neither Rebecca or Loki spoke as they walked through the palace and to the main entrance, their focuses on other things. Thor was forced to continue after them unwillingly, wishing he had paid attention to what was being said when he was in the throne room. They reached the boats to bring them to the Bifrost, the guards did not pay any heed to Rebecca as she sat next to Loki, who was grinning proudly, his head high like a cockatoo. ‘Loki?’ Thor tried his voice, relieved when it worked. ‘What is happening?’

‘It is time to return to Midgard, it is time to make your little friends pay.’

Thor’s breaths were short and shallow. ‘Please, do not do this Loki, there is no need to harm them; you have the throne, the people are happy.’

‘The people are, here. But one thing I have learned of Midgard, they refuse to mind their own business, they interfere in matters not concerning them for self-gain, no, they will suffer.’

‘Loki, please, I beseech you, end this madness, we can stay here, rebuild Asgard, I will not dispute the wants of Asgard, you can keep the throne.’

‘It was never about a throne. And Rebecca, you will leave her unscathed?’ Thor gave Rebecca a momentary glare and the woman scoffed. ‘I thought as much, you cannot be allowed be free if there is a risk of you harming her.’

‘I will let bygones pass, I will not dispute it.’ Thor had to force those words out through gritted teeth.

‘He actually means that.’ Rebecca informed Loki, laughing slightly at Thor’s dilemma.

‘I cannot risk it.’ Loki insisted.

‘Loki, I beg you, I do so on bended knee, do not harm them, please.’ Thor pleaded again.

‘You don’t get it, do you?’ Rebecca scoffed. ‘Do you not wonder why you are here? It’s not to just watch, Loki is not going to harm them, you are.’

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The Maiden And The Giant

TITLE: The Maiden And The Giant CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 17 AUTHOR: MaliceManaged ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine falling through a portal into Jötunheim and running into a stranger named Loki, who decides to provide shelter out of the need for company, that eventually turns into love. RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: Chapter 17. How the hel did I get to a chapter 17? Dammit, Plot!

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Kat was arguing with Loki, who insisted on trying to walk around the room despite Eir’s strict instructions of bedrest, when Fandral walked in and stopped short to watch the scene in amusement for a moment before helping her herd the restless prince back to bed. Once that was accomplished, he handed Kat a scroll, telling her it was a message from Jötunheim addressed to her.

She looked at the scroll curiously then frowned at the broken seal before looking back up at the blond. “Would you care to give me a summary?” She asked in annoyance.

“I don’t know what it says, Kat,” Fandral was quick to reply, hands raised in surrender, “I merely offered to deliver it to you; it was unsealed when I got it.”

Kat narrowed her eyes for a moment then huffed, deciding she believed him. She unrolled the scroll and read it once, then a second time, her brow furrowing in concern as she finished.

“Well; don’t leave us in suspense,” Fandral spoke up after a moment, wondering what concerned her so.

“It’s from Byleistr and Helblindi,” Kat replied slowly.

“What about?” Loki asked.

“They want to know how I’m doing…” Kat trailed off, looking back at the letter once more.

Loki’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why is that concerning? They’ve written you before, and ask after you all of the time when they write me.”

“It’s just…” Kat began then trailed off again. She shook her head and looked back at them. “I have to talk to Frigga.”

“Why?” Loki asked, more confused now, but she was already out the door and he turned to Fandral, who shrugged uncertainly.

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Kat walked the corridors of the palace, trying to appear casual, though the concern she couldn’t hide could well be explained away by her very real worry for her dear friend. She stopped a few times to inquire as to the queen’s whereabouts until she found someone who knew then made her way there. At the doors to the royal wing of the palace she was stopped by the guards but granted access when Thor happened by and she told him she needed to speak to his mother; he led the way to his father’s study himself, asking after Loki along the way.

Once there Kat was struck with a sudden bout of shyness, still not altogether comfortable around Odin, but Frigga stepped forward with a small smile. “Kat; is something wrong?” The queen asked, “Is Loki refusing to be still?”

Kat blinked and looked her. “Well, yeah…” She said with a slight smile that quickly disappeared, “But that’s not what I’m here for.” She glanced nervously at Odin, who seemed a bit amused, then back at Frigga. “I got a letter. From Loki’s brothers.”

“Oh? With regards?” Odin asked.

Kat hesitated then turned to address the king. “Well… it appears to be them just asking after me, but… It’s just, the wording is… odd.”

“How so?” Frigga asked.

“I spent enough time around both of them to know how they talk, and this just isn’t it,” She replied, worrying her lower lip a bit, “I think they know what happened to Loki.”

Odin huffed slightly. “Unfortunate; I had hoped to at least identify the culprit before sending word to Laufey.”

“But how did they learn of it, then?” Thor asked, “Nobody present when it occurred had the means or reason to send word to Jötunheim without our knowledge; did they?”

“Perhaps more important is just what word was sent, that they would resort to such secrecy as this for information,” Odin added.

“They don’t exactly trust us, father,” Thor reasoned, “But they do trust Kat. Or at least Loki’s brothers do.”

“Let me see the letter,” Odin told Kat, holding his hand out expectantly. When she hesitated, he raised an eyebrow. “You came to us for help, did you not, child?”

Kat shifted a bit uncomfortably. “Well; technically… I came to her,” She replied, pointing at Frigga, “She just happened to be here.”

Odin stared at her for a moment then huffed amusedly and lowered his hand. “What exactly have I done to gain such distrust from you?”

Kat bit her lips together then opened her mouth to respond and let out a huff instead. “… I have no idea,” She finally replied honestly, “I just… I don’t know you?”

Odin chuckled lightly. “And you are naturally distrustful of those you don’t know,” He concluded then a corner of his lips quirked upwards, “Or is it just kings?”

“Well, I mean; the last one tried to kill me, so…” Kat replied with a slight shrug.

“I have no interest in such, I assure you; I daresay that would incur the wrath of quite a few people.”

“A compromise, then?” Frigga suggested, gesturing to the table to one side of the room with a few chairs around it for more private meetings.

Kat gave it some thought then nodded and followed the king and queen there, Thor right behind her, sitting down after them and placing the scroll on the table.

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Fandral was gone by the time Kat returned to Loki’s room to find Eir patiently trying to get him to drink his medicine, as he was not quite cooperating with the healer.

“I’m feeling much better now; I don’t see that that is necessary,” Loki was saying. He looked to Kat as she stepped in almost desperately. “Tell her; Kat.”

Kat rolled her eyes as she closed the door behind herself. “God; what are you, five? Just drink the damn potion.”

He gave her a look of betrayal. “Easy for you to say; you haven’t tasted it.”

“Look; the longer you drag this out, the worse it’s going to be,” Kat replied then looked to Eir, “Right?”

“Quite,” The healer replied, trying her very best to keep the amusement out of her face.

After another moment of reluctance, Loki heaved a deep sigh and held his hand out for the cup in Eir’s hand, not looking at it. She handed it over, beginning to lose the battle with the smile that threatened. Loki braced himself then downed the contents of the cup in one gulp, trying not to gag, then handed it back.

“It would seem I spoke too soon when I declared you a model patient,” Eir quipped amusedly, turning to gather her things and missing the glare he sent her way.

Loki turned to Kat. “Now will you tell me what was so urgent about that letter that involved Frigga?”

Before Kat replied, Eir turned back to them. “Should this be a private discussion?” She inquired kindly.

Kat thought for a second then shook her head. “Might as well fill you in, too; we’ll probably need your help.”

“Kat; what is going on?” Loki asked.

“Someone sent a message to Laufey about your attempted murder, but they seemed to conveniently leave out the part about Odin actually doing something about it.”

Loki and Eir shared an equally concerned look before turning back to Kat, not missing the implications of such.

“Someone’s trying to start a war,” Loki spoke the conclusion which the aesir royalty and Kat had reached earlier.

#Loki #Lover #Submitted fic #submission #chapter 17 #the maiden and the giant #malicemanaged #falling #portal #stranger #shelter

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