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starrygalaxy04 · 3 years

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Kinktober Day 1- Breath Play [Thor (Marvel)]

It had started as some innocent banter, as most things do with you and Thor. Thor was never one for harming you in the bedroom, the first time he left bruises on your waist and hips from gripping you too hard he almost had a mental breakdown. And even now, he was still so hesitant even when you had made sure to drill it into his brain that you wanted nothing more than for the Asgardian to thoroughly wreck your insides and leave evidence that will last for days to come.

And even you as leaned against the floor to ceiling windows of the louge, which was empty save you and Thor, you really wished he would just push you up against those same windows and rail you. His blond locks were left down today, and at your insistence of him “dressing normally”, he had foregone his Asgardian armor for a simple gray t-shirt and black sweatpants. He was resting on one of the couches, watching you with a brow raised. You had been commenting on one of the books you had read, particularly one of the more spicier scenes in which the submissinve’s partner had choked them just to the point of passing out before letting go and then pounding the sub into a puddle.

At first Thor had took it literally, a quirk that never failed to make you laugh. But as you stood now, you wish he knew “Midgardian” cues a little better and would have wrapped one of those large, veiny hands around your fragile little neck already.

“I still don’t get why people would do that. Isn’t that harming their partner?” Thor’s voice carried around the room as if he were talking over a large crowd. You shook your head.

“Its consensual. Remember how I talked about how some people are masochists, others are sadists?”

“Like Loki?” Thor asked, genuinely confused.

You snorted before replying with a simple “He would fit under the masochist catergory very well.”

Thor went silent, seemingly lost in thought.

“Would you like that?” He asked, catching you off guard.

You pretended to ponder over it for a moment before an idea popped into your head. Thor was never really good with words. He worked much better under conditions where he could see what he needed to do. So, without a second thought, you plopped into his lap. You slowly grabbed his right hand, placing his palm over your jugular and wrapping his fingers around your neck. Raising an eyebrow, you slowly pressed his palm against your jugular, sighing at the contact.

Thor watched in wonderment, slowly tightening his grip on your throat, but not tight enough to actually hurt you, or leave marks to your dismay. With a pout you pulled away.

“Let me make this very clear for you babe.” Without thinking you shed your top, leaving you in a bra and a pair of sweatpants. “I want you to choke me so hard I can’t breathe and I’ll have bruises for a week. And then, only then, do I want you to pound my pussy like its the last chance you’ll ever get.”

Thor flushed as his pupils dilated, lust clouding over his gaze. HIs lips crashed onto yours fiercely, his hand finding its place on your throat once more while the other kept you in place. His mouth ran from your collar bone down to your breasts, leaving deep and bright red marks as he used his free hand to push you onto the couch. Quickly pulling off your sweatpants and underwear, he wasted no time shedding his own clothes before slamming his cock inside of you.

Once he picked up a nice rhythm, both of his hands locked around your throat, restricting your airflow and making your head spin. He sped up to a bruising pace, and growled as he watched your eyes roll back. It wasn’t long before you were creaming all over his cock, spurring him on to reward you with deep hard strokes that sent you headfirst into another orgasm within minutes. Your vision blacked out for a split second before Thor let go of your neck, giving you just enough time to get your bearings before he was restricting your airflow once more, deliciously adding onto the painful pleasure he was giving you.

After your third orgasm, he pulled out, spilling all over your thighs. His hand left your throat, and his head rested right over your heart. He gave you ample time to breathe, massaging your legs and hips. When your breathing levelled out and you were left in a cloud of post-coital bliss, Thor looked up to see red marks where his hands were.

“Well, looks like I gave you a new necklace,” He said with a smirk, pulling up his pants before doing the same for you and scooping you up in his arms. “But we can admire that after a good nap, hm?”

You nodded, at least you thought you did. You were already so far gone that not even a second after he was done speaking you had slumped in his arms, deep in slumber. Thor merely chuckled before bringing you up to his room and tucking you in, laying down next to you and playing with your hair as you slept against him.

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 6 years

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Rise Up

Chapter Thirteen

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader | Word Count: 3833 Warnings: Swearing and slight angst

Song: Shadow by Birdy

A shiver of cool air woke you from the post-lunch nap you’d fallen into, but when you opened your eyes, you realized how wrong you were. You weren’t awake, but dreaming still, for when you opened your eyes you could see.

The mountain range of Asgard rose into the clear blue sky before you.

“Sváfa,” came a familiar and beloved voice.

“All-father,” you murmured, shifting over to make room for him to sit. “Come to pester me some more?”

“Would it do any good, daughter of my heart?” he chuckled softly.

“Hasn’t worked so far.”

“No. No, it hasn’t,” he sighed.

You took his hand. “You sound tired.”

“I am tired. My sons have been causing trouble. Some of it on your behalf.”

It was your turn to sigh. “What have they done? Is this why Loki hasn’t returned?”

“He is detained at the moment. When Thor found out, he went to negotiate Loki’s release. He is still negotiating.”

“Shit,” you muttered. “Why still?”

“Neither will admit to why Loki was sneaking through the halls of the Valkyrjur, to begin with.”

“Dammit!” You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’m sorry, All-father. This is my fault.”

“It is, but it is not.”

You said nothing, knowing he wasn’t finished.

“You are needed here, but this newest complication needs your more. Until you can ascertain how virulent the spread of the Sjeletyv is upon Midgard, you will remain on Earth.”

“That sounds very much like an order, All-father. I am not subject to your orders in this life.”

“Do not be petulant, Sváfa!” he hissed, getting to his feet and shaking free of your hand. “Now is not the time for you to play games!”

“Games…” You nodded and glared at his back. “Like you have played games? Like Frigga played games?”

“Do not speak of her as if she wronged you,” he huffed, staring out at the mountains.

“Didn’t she though? Who else but Frigga or Freyja would know to send the black foal into hiding? Who else would have been suspicious of my disappearance? It had to be Frigga! Freyja has been gone for generations!” you snapped, getting to your feet.

“SIT DOWN!” he roared.

You sat and bowed your head. “Forgive me, All-father.”

He sighed again as he returned to your side and placed his hand on your head. “You are as a daughter to me, Sváfa, as your own mother was like my sister. Your absence has been greatly mourned, and when my sons found you nestled amongst the heroes of Midgard, I was sorely tempted to bring you home. Yes, Frigga sent the foal into hiding. Yes, she suspected dark magic and foul play, but not even she was allowed unfettered access to the Valkyrjur’s halls, and when she…” he paused and his hand lay heavy upon your head, “there was nothing more I could do. You are my force to wield as I see fit, but I do not govern you. I am not your King.”

He walked away to stand at the balcony railing.

“I’m not doing this on purpose,” you said softly.

“I know, Sváfa. I know. But as Loki has also told you, time is fleeting. Ready or not, you will have to return. The Valkyrie need their Queen. Look.” He motioned with his head, and you rose to join him at the railing.

A soft gasp escaped your lips. “No…”

“Asgard darkens. Evil lives in the heart of the Valkyrjur.”

You grasped the stone railing as pain ripped through you. A shadow rested high on the mountain. One which should not have been present in the light of day. “Tell me what you see?”

“A heart grown full of hate. A crime so dark there is no forgiveness for its deeds. The young being corrupted by the old. You are needed, Sváfa.”

Your gaze ran the length of the valley, laying eyes on a home you had sorely missed but thought never to see again. “How long?” you whispered, scrubbing a hand over your mouth.

“How does one place a time limit on the turning of a heart to evil? Each has their willpower. Some more. Some less.” He shrugged.

“Hazard a guess,” you growled.

“The turning of a season. By the end of winter, the Valkyrjur will fall.”

“If they fall?”

“You know what I will do.”

You turned away. “Then I’d best make quick work of the Sjeletyv.”

“And you are going to need this.” His hand landed on your shoulder.

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You woke with a jolt to a world of darkness before your senses returned. With the wash of red, came the sound of Steve’s voice as he murmured to Hemmelighet.

“You gotta look after our girl. She’s strong, so damn strong, but I worry about her up in the air with you. She doesn’t see like she used to, so you gotta be her eyes.”

The big stallion whickered softly. He was well aware of your disability as you’d explained it to him shortly after his arrival. He understood it as you could see but not with your eyes. That it was permanently night time for you, and that you used your ears, nose, and touch to find your way.

Pegasi were smart, but they were still animals. The concept of sonar and noise rebounding off surfaces would have only confused him.

Still, listening to Steve talk brought a smile to your lips.

“And stubborn. Damn that woman is stubborn. She ain’t gonna stop now she’s been up on your back.” He was working his hands through Hemmelighet’s mane as he talked, combing out the knots with his fingers. “She wants back out in the field, and it scares me. She’s blind, but you’d almost never know it, and then I see her take on Murdock like its nothin’. Like he’s hardly a fight, and I’m so damn impressed, but Christ! I’m so terrified she’s gonna get shot. First mission out, just take a bullet and I can’t…” His words cut off as he pressed his hands to Hemmelighet’s neck. “I can’t lose her.”

“You’re not going to lose me, Steve,” you murmured as you got to your feet.

He didn’t turn around, but his shoulders slumped. “You weren’t meant to hear that.”

You made your way across the grass and set your palm between his shoulder blades. “Why? You know my fear. You hold me when I break. Can I not do the same for you, sjelevenn? Do you have to be strong all the time?”

“Yes!” he hissed.

“No,” you sighed and slipped your arms around his waist. “No, you don’t. You can talk to me, Steve, when you’re worried or something I’ve done scares you.”

His hands curled into fists. “I’m so damn proud of you. So proud. But, fuck! I’m also terrified! I wanna lock you up, keep you safe, protect you from anything that could harm you, but then I watch you put Murdock on his ass, or ride this big as fuck horse, and you look like a warrior goddess, a… a… a Valkyrie, exactly what you are, and I know this is who you are. This is what you were born to be, and my heart hurts even as it swells because I know grabbing you and holding you tight would only suffocate you.”

You clutched him to you as you rested your head on his back, knowing just how difficult that had been for him to admit. “I love you; you know that right?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, bringing his hand down to hold onto yours.

“And while I can’t promise I won’t get hurt, you know I’ll do everything I can to stay safe.”

“I know, baby. Doesn’t mean I won’t still worry about you.”

“I guess we’ll just have to watch each other's backs, won’t we?” you said, pressing your nose against his shirt.

He snickered softly. “Are you smelling me?”

“Hm. You smell good, so what?”

A bark of laughter escaped him as he pulled your hands apart and made to turn around. “So maybe you should…” his voice trailed off as he stood stock still. “What? How? What?”

You laughed and dragged your hands down your torso. “Guess it's not my ass leaving you speechless this time, hm, Captain?” you teased.

“Your hair…” he gasped.

“Oh crap! What did he do?” It wasn’t that you were vain about your hair, but dammit! It was your hair! You thrust your hand upward and sighed in relief when you encountered intricate braiding, feathers both fat and skinny, and the coolness of metal wrapped with smooth leather. It appeared Odin had gone all out. Apparently, the All-father was trying to make a point.

“How? Is Loki back?” He reached for your waist and ran his palm over the leather, metal, and chainmail. His fingers traced the intricate pattern worked into the leather of your abdomen, the metal of your bracers, and the faulds of the short skirt that protected your hips. He dropped down to his knees to stroke his palms over your leather clad thighs, down to the metal greaves which protected shin, knee, and the outer portion of your thigh.

“Damn,” he groaned softly, running his hands up the backs of your legs to grab your ass. “That’s a lot of leather.”

“You got a kink there, Cap I might not know about?” you asked with a smirk and a chuckle.

“You just… fuck I… holy crap,” he muttered as he got back to his feet. “Baby, I just…” He gripped your waist where the chainmail protected the gaps between the front and back of your cuirass. Then his hands lifted and landed on either breast, both encased in steel and made you laugh.

“I promise they’re still there,” you teased, causing heat to flare in his face before his hands moved on to land on the metal and leather guards that protected your shoulders, then stroked down your sleeves.

“Why is it all white?” he finally managed a coherent sentence.

“Tradition.” You shrugged. “It’s always been white.”

“Makes you a big target, doesn’t it?” he grumbled, continuing to touch you everywhere. “I mean, shiny silver armour is bad enough. Bright white leather seems… like overkill.”

“Was distinct. Hard to mistake us for just another fighter when you show up dressed like this.” You closed your hand around the hilt of the sword hanging at your hip and sighed in relief. It was good to have it back.

“We gonna need to give that to Bucky?” he asked cautiously.

You pulled it free of its sheath and touched the blade with reverent fingers. “Not this one.” It hummed in welcome, sounding oddly similar to Steve’s shield. “This is my velsignet sverd. The one Loki made was just a sword, a tool to use in the moment, but this,” you traced the runes engraved on the blade, the wings which made up the cross-guard, and the clear crystal in the pommel, “this is my sword. My blessed blade. Glemsel.” It sang with when you spoke its name, and you tucked it swiftly away.

“You never did say. Is Loki back? Did he do this?” His question almost made you flinch.

“No. I had a… visitor while I was sleeping. Odin.”

“Shit,” Steve sighed. “What he want now?”

You turned and made your way back to the blanket. “He needed to tell me about Loki. He got caught sneaking through the halls of the Valkyrjur. Thor’s gone to try and get him out of trouble, but, as neither of them will tell the Fullmakt what he was actually doing there, it hasn’t gone well.” Steve didn’t move, and you glanced back to find him staring at your ass. “I could shake it for you if you like,” you continued to tease, adding a sultry sway to your hips.

He growled a deep, dark sound and arrived swiftly at your back. “Just how do I get you out of all… this?” he asked, fingers flexing strongly on your waist, making the chainmail links slide against each other like a rasp.

“Buckles,” you moaned when he dragged you against his chest and pinned you there. “Many, many buckles.”

“Too many buckles,” he grumbled. “And yeah, doll face. I think I may have a leather fetish I knew nothing about. You look like something from the History channel, only hotter.”

Your entire body warmed with his admiration. “Yeah, Captain? You want to peel me outta my pants again?”

“Hell yeah!” Another wicked growl ripped from his chest as he spun you to face him, wrapped a handful of braids around his fist, and slammed his mouth into yours.

A disgruntled snort came from your left followed swiftly by a wing knocking Steve’s feet out from under him.

“Dammit, Hemme!” Steve snapped as the two of you landed in a heap. “What the hell?”

Other than a sharp yank to your hair, and the unfortunate connection of the pommel of your sword to Steve’s ribs, the two of you were relatively unscathed, and you sat back, astride Steve’s poor ribs to glare at the menacing Pegasus. “You’re lucky I didn’t impale him!”

The Pegasus went through a round of whickers, whinnies, and head bobs which set you blushing before he was finished.

“What?” Steve asked.

You cleared your throat and played with the knee of your greave. “He says while he was most, ugh, impressed with your earlier, ugh… prowess in pleasing your… mare, he doesn’t need a repeat performance and would like to try out his gear,” you finished in a rush.

Steve threw an arm over his eyes and burst out laughing.

You punched him in the stomach. “It’s not funny!”

“It is!” he gasped, damn near howling with laughter.

With a roll of your eyes, you got off the chuckling fool and stomped toward the pile of stuff waiting near where you’d been napping. Hemme stepped over Steve and trotted after you, his ears pricked and excitement clear in his prancing steps.

“If you’re quite finished, I could use a hand,” you called to Steve, who rolled to his feet, still chuckling, to come to your aid.

He bent and placed a kiss on your cheek. “Sorry, sweetheart.”

“Idiot,” you muttered, but it held no heat.

Another snicker escaped him as he crouched to sort through the mountain of leather. “Huh. I kinda figured you went without gear. You’d looked comfortable enough up there without tack.”

You crouched with him. “Short flights or just for fun, yeah, but you watched him dive. Imagine doing that and then adding a sharp turn to avoid an enemy. Still easier to stay on with something to hold onto.”

He nodded and handled the head and nose guard for Hemme. “You know… as tough as this stuff is, it still won’t stop a bullet.”

“You’d be surprised.” You smirked, taking the facepiece from him and rising to slide it up Hemme’s long nose. You hooked it over his ears and beneath his chin. A third strap was buckled under his cheek no different than a bridle. Once it was on, you touched the rune set in the center of his forehead. White leather instantly turned to shining steel, and you slammed your fist directly into it.

The Pegasus settled onto three legs, completely unaffected.

“Jeez!” Steve muttered. “He didn’t even flinch.”

“Got to love magic,” you snickered.

The saddle went on next, the cinch running under his belly behind his wings. A chest protector attached to the cinch between his front legs and up high on the saddle near his withers. It would both protect his vulnerable chest and keep the saddle from sliding back or twisting.

When you lifted the final piece, the multi-jointed throat protector, something beneath it clanked as it fell to the ground. You frowned as you crouched and closed your hand around the heavy scabbard, but when you reached for the hilt, you realized what you held and gasped softly in shock.

“Baby?” Steve called from behind you as you stood slowly to your feet.

You pulled the sword to your chest, holding it tight for a moment before you turned to face your sjelevenn with tears in your eyes. “He sent this for you.” You held out your hands, offering up for the second time the sword you’d gifted him so many centuries ago. “Rettferdighet. Justice, fairness, righteousness. A sword meant for a man pure of heart.”

He moved toward you, coming to a stop at the end of your outstretched arms. His hand hovered over the scabbard. From the feel of it, it had been well kept, oiled and cleaned regularly. It would be a mottled brown, a cognac colour which was darker in some places than others. The sword itself was big, a heavy thing, meant to be wielded by a strong man. It was marked with runes and imbued with much magic.

“I don’t know what to do with it,” Steve said, his voice low as if he, too, could feel the importance of this moment.

“Take it and find out,” you encouraged.

His brow arched as his hand closed around the sheath, his right went to the hilt, and you released it back into his keeping. A grunt of surprise flew from his lips when he drew the sword. “Heavy,” he muttered.

“Rettferdighet,” you said softly. “Speak its name.”

“Rettferdighet,” Steve repeated. Magic crackled, and he inhaled sharply.

“What do you feel?”

He adjusted his grip on the sword. “Its… familiar. Like my hand knows its weight even though I don’t. It’s heavy but as comfortable to hold as my shield.” He lowered the tip toward the ground and turned to look at you. “Why did he send this? What’s it mean that Odin is now an active participant in what’s happening? What haven’t you told me about this visit of his, (Y/N)?”

You sighed and returned to Hemme’s side with his last piece of armour. “He showed me the valley of the Valkyrjur and the mountain that was home. There’s a shadow on it. A shadow at the height of midday.”

“And that means?”

“Evil. Evil has taken root in the heart of my home. An evil that is slowly turning the others to its purpose. If someone doesn’t stop it, restore order and weed out the poison, darkness will spread over Asgard.”

His sword bounced when he slammed it hard into its scabbard. He dropped it on the ground, making you flinch at the mishandling of such a weapon, but he was angry. Not just angry but livid. “Then he can stop it!”

“No, Steve, he can’t. Don’t you think he would have already if he could?” you sighed, already unhappy and in no mood to fight.

“If he really wanted to? Yes!”

“No! That’s not how it works, Steven!”

“Then explain to me why it’s you? Why it’s always gotta be you?”

“Because!” you bellowed, “Freyja was our goddess, our ruler! We were Odin’s force, his sword to use but he wasn’t our king! Freyja was our Queen! Freyja led us, ruled us, taught us everything we needed to know, but then she left! She left, and we floundered until the strongest of us rose up and became the new Queen. We are a society of women, ruled by women, and governed by women. It was what Freyja strived for, and it is what has kept us together. Kept us strong. So, yes, Steven. It has to be me because I’m it. I’m their Queen. It can be only me who turns the tide before the darkness swallows the Valkyrjur and Odin-” you cut yourself off.

“And Odin what?” he demanded, grabbing your elbows.

“Solves the problem,” you whispered.

He gave you a shake. “Explain!”

“He scorched a world, sjelevenn. What do you think he will do when his elite force turns to darkness?”

He let you go and stalked away to bring his hand to his mouth and scrub it back and forth. “Jesus,” he whispered. “Sweet merciful…” He bent slightly, dragging in lungfuls of air. “He’d kill them? All of them? Even the innocent?”

“If they turn on him? Yes. He won’t have a choice. If the Valkyrjur rise up against him, there will be no stopping them.” You sighed and walked toward him. “There’s time yet. Elektra and the Sjeletyv take precedence, but it’s running out faster than I’d like.”

“When?” he asked, voice hoarse. He turned to face you and drew you in tight, holding you like his life depended on it.

“Before the snowfalls. I need to go back to Asgard before the snowfalls.” You’d have one season to turn things around, to take back your throne and your people.

“I’m coming with you.”

You smiled and rubbed your nose on his chest. “I was hoping you would.”

“Then I guess we’d best get started.”

“Started with what?” you asked, looking up.

Steve nodded toward the grass where his sword lay. “If he sent it, I guess it means I should learn to use it. They don’t really have guns on Asgard, right?”

“We are more the beat it with a stick till its dead sort, yes,” you chuckled. “It actually has to do with the magic of Asgard. The more… archaic technology can have issues.”

“I’m kind of archaic. Am I gonna have issues?” he teased, helping to lighten the mood.

“I don’t know. Maybe we need to work on your stamina.” You stroked a talon down his chest, catching lightly on his buttons.

Another soft growl slipped his throat. “Baby,” he crooned, “I’m more than willing to work on my stamina with you anytime you like.”

You laughed and threw your arms around his neck. “As soon as we get back, I’ll teach you how to take my armour off.”

Steve ducked out of your hold to pick up his sword. The strap went over his head, he snatched up the bag the food had been in and gathered up the blanket before quick marching toward his bike.

“Steve?” you muttered, frowning as he began stuffing things into his saddlebags.

He gave you a wide smirk and picked up his motorcycle. “Sweetheart, with the promise of what’s to come, I ain’t waiting around here!” He was over the fence and on the road in seconds.

His bike was already roaring into life when you turned toward Hemme to give his cinch a final tug and check the straps were comfortable. You found his stirrup and stepped up to settle on his wide back while he shifted and danced beneath you in anticipation.

“Gods this feels good!” you laughed, dropping your heels and giving him a nudge. “Let’s go home, Hemme. My sjelevenn is feeling frisky!”

Enormous wings and strong muscles pushed you skyward, sending you soaring after Steve.

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incensus-nix · 5 years

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A tall, broad shouldered man walked leisurely beyond the gates of the great, green jewel, Diamond City. Removing a batter’s helmet off his head, long blond locks fell onto his shoulders, his fingertips raking over his scalp to control the few strays out of his eyesight.

❝ Whoa, there, Odinson. Where th’ hell didya find that hammer? ❞ It was one of the other security guards, Volstagg, larger in girth, poking at the giant modified sledgehammer across his back.

The blond grinned, pulling off his back and setting it on the counter space of what was once a ticket booth. ❝ Found it! Well, had my way with a couple of supermutants and stole it off the biggest one I killed. So, that whole finders-keepers sort of deal. ❞

❝ Hm, playing dirty now, are we, Thor? ❞ A raven haired guard approached, throwing her long hair up into a high pony tail.

❝ Only if they started it, good Sif ❞ he winks at her, then leaning into both hands against the booth. ❝ Any word from McDonough? ❞

❝ Mayor McDonough, boy. You don’t want to be caught bein’ disrespectful now, ❞ the gingerly guard added, tearing into a roasted yao guai leg.

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. ❝ Right, mayor. ❞ Thor hadn’t been exactly his biggest fan, but the pay was good enough to stick around. And for whatever reason, McDonough was fond of the guardsman. Thor had the best track record out of them all when it came to killing unwanted creatures from the outside. He was becoming a legend around the area, some wondering if he was even real himself.

Sif shook her head, then leaned into the wall. ❝ Nothing more than spooking everyone inside about synths. Piper’s been snooping again, too. ❞ Thor grinned. ❝ The mayor asked me to keep her out but I may have been preoccupied and let her slip away. ❞ Looking at her nails, she shrugged off the mistake as if she meant for it to happen.

❝ Bummer, maybe we should keep a closer eye on her, ❞ he responds with a yawn, rubbing at both of his own in the process.

❝ Indeed. ❞

The larger guard just shook his head, continuing to chow down on his dinner.

Hours later, the guardsmen were switching shifts, and the three wandered off deeper into the old stadium. Inside, they sat at the bar enjoying rounds of Gwinnett brews and noodle bowls. In the midst of conversation, a lit tap touched the shoulder of Thor, him turning quickly to see who was disturbing his relaxation.

❝ Ah — Piper. ❞ He looks down at her hand, two fingers holding a folded note. ❝ What’s this? ❞

❝ A message from Goodneighbor. Fancy that, ❞ the reporter arched a brow, handing it off to him. Sif squinted a bit at the other dark haired woman, but creeped around Thor to read what was on it. The two of them were far too alike at times.

❝ This… is from Loki? How did you come across this? ❞ He asked, looking up from the note now.

She pushes her lips to the side a moment. ❝ I was… out. A friend of mine insisted I was escorted but not before traveling to there first. Your brother found me and told me to give you that note — I promise I don’t know what it says! ❞ She leans as Sif did though, just to see if she could get a hint of handwriting out of it.

Instead, Thor crumpled it up and tossed it into Takahashi’s stove fire, burning the paper up instantly. Everyone pouted.

❝ He’s just high on chems again. Good for nothing scoundrel. ❞

Sif looked to Piper, then back to the blond with a smug grin. ❝ What did he accuse you of this time? ❞

Thor said nothing but slammed a fistful of caps onto the counter and removed himself from the bar, heading back to his place in the upper level stands. Sif, taken slightly aback, rubbed her forearm and looked away from the rest, ordering two more rounds of beer for each hand.

The following morning, Sif wandered her way up through the broken seats of the stadium to knock a few on Thor’s door. Hopefully his mood had changed up a bit from hours prior, herself loosing a bit of sleep over the matter.

Moments later, the sounds of the door unlocking and creaking open to Thor who was in the middle of packing. Brows wrinkling together, she stepped in slowly and asked, ❝ What’s all this? ❞

❝ Just a few days in Goodneighbor. Less if I’m lucky. ❞

She licked her lip, then rolled a piece of loose hair behind her ear. ❝ This has something to do with your brother? ❞

After zipping the pack and throwing it over his shoulder with his sledge hammer, he walks to move past her. ❝ Yep. ❞

Throwing her hands down and turning to follow him, she protests, ❝ You don’t have to do this alone, Thor — He’s always giving you trouble and every time you come back from there you become a different person. He’s — he’s slowly tearing away at you. ❞

Closing his eyes, he sighs and turns to Sif, his patience running thin. ❝ It’s a family thing. Don’t worry about it. ❞

❝ Fat chance on that. You have a family here, you know. Whether you want to admit it or not, we’ve all found family here! ❞ She wouldn’t dare admit anything beyond that. Harboring intense feelings since the moment they joined the guard together, there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do to watch his back. Even as mighty as he was, it was still dangerous out there. Somebody had to take care of him while he took care of everyone else. Her voice softened, reaching out again to touch his arm. ❝ Please don’t shut us out, again. Please. ❞

It was like his skin was burning at her fingers wrapped across his forearm. She had been desperately trying for weeks to keep Thor grounded. The mysterious notes from his brother, and then disappearing for days at a time, only to come back haggard and worn was getting to him. But he saw no need to subject others to his problems. It wouldn’t be fair to them, especially with a world in ruin.

Pulling his arm from her, he then wraps it around her waist and closes the gap between them in a tight embrace. Leaning his forehead down to her temple, he speaks low into her ear, ❝ Take care of Volstagg, won’t you? He’s getting fatter by the day. ❞

And seeming too soon for her liking, he slips away and not looking back to continue his journey out of Diamond City to find Loki in the filth of Goodneighbor. Wiping a tear from her cheek, she clasps her hand over her chest and finds herself escaping into his loft, closing the door behind her with the lock and attempting to fix the place up for when he returns. He always left things such a mess…

It wasn’t the walks to Goodneighbor that was dangerous. It was the newly established and lawlessness of the new town that was. Most drifters that came from Goodneighbor wanted nothing to do with it after the fact. And those that stayed had a particular style of living. It was a miracle Thor made as many trips there and left without being completely consumed.

Entering the main gates lit up in neon lights, Thor walked briskly past the vendors as he wove through the gutters of the streets, looking for Loki. Cursing as he was only finding junkies and Triggermen, he then checked down at the local bar, The Third Rail, but no sign of him either.

With Magnolia on the mic and Whitechapel Charlie serving drinks, the hulking guard sat up on a barstool and laid out some caps. He needed a drink already and it was barely midday.

❝ You look like shit, mate, ❞ the modified Mr. Handy said to Thor, cleaning out a glass with a rang and setting on top of the pile of clean drink ware.

Pushing his lips together, he forces a smile and lifts his beer slightly to acknowledge the comment. ❝ You’re looking rusty as ever, Charlie. ❞

The robot gives a snarky laugh, then leans in closer with one of three mechanical eyes. ❝ What’s it this time, mate? ❞

❝ You know. ❞

❝ Last I saw him was in the Memory Den. Best to try your luck there, mate. ❞

Thor wrinkles a brow. The Memory Den? But why? He had no business there. ❝ I suppose that’s the next stop. ❞ Chugging the rest of his drink, he slams the bottle down and makes for an exit.

❝ Don’t forget to leave a tip for the lady, mate, ❞ the robot moans out, collecting the drink caps for himself.

Flicking a cap into a hat laid out at Magnolia’s feet, she gives her patron a wink and continues on her tune for the rest to enjoy.

At the old theater, Thor makes his way through the giant wooden doors and travels through the winding halls to find the owner, Irma, slinked over her chaise lounge. ❝ We’re not taking any new guests — ❞

❝ Where’s Loki? ❞ he interrupts, already looking into the pods and trying to find his brother plugged into one.

❝ You’re have to wait, sir, ❞ she stands up slowly and makes her way to him. ❝ You cannot interrupt the sequences while they’re still in the pods. ❞

Curling his lips, he targets one in particular pods, then starts banging on it loudly. ❝ The fuck I can’t — ❞ He bangs again and starts tearing it open from the bottom until it starts to budge open.

❝ Mr. Odinson! ❞

❝ Quiet you! ❞ he snaps back, then tears the pod open to find a very, very terrified looking man on the inside. Messy black hair in his face and dark circles around his eyes, he wasn’t exactly expecting this reunion to be so dramatic.

Waving weakly, he curls his fingers back into his palm, a wicked smile stretching over his lips. ❝ Hello…. brother. ❞

Yanking him from the seat, he throws Loki into the ground and kicks him in the thigh. ❝ For god’s sake, you two, take it outside! I have other patrons here! ❞ Irma yells, chasing after them both. Thor spat, then grabbed Loki by the collar and dragging him through the halls until he threw him yet again, through the double doors and into the street filth of Goodneighbor.

❝ Are you high or just this fucking stupid all the time now? ❞ Thor growled, kneeling at his brother’s level, who was just rolling over onto his back, coughing a bit before smiling again at the blond.

❝ Enlightened, I’d like to think… ❞ he coughed again, the sprawled out on the dirt.

❝ Gyah — ❞ Thor slapped Loki across the face, then leaned down closer again. ❝ You’re going to get us killed. ❞

Waging a finger, Loki then pointed into Thor’s chest. ❝ No, just you. Which, honestly, would makes things around here much simpler, don’t you think? Less of your kind to bother with. ❞

Pulling the dark haired brother by the collar, Thor throws down another punch into his cheek, grinding his teeth. ❝ I’m not a synth you imbecile. ❞

❝ Are you sure about that? Better check your memories, brute. I get mine done regularly now. Not a single loss — ❞

Letting Loki fall to his back, Thor took several heavy breathes to calm himself down before speaking again. ❝ I know who and what I am. ❞

Achingly moving to sit up, Loki wipes the blood from under his nose, then cracks another sharp smile. ❝ We certainly have been questioned as brothers, and I’m having my own doubts. ❞

❝ Maybe if you stopped burning out on chems, you’d remember we’re adopted. Or have you fired you brains enough to forget? ❞

❝ Oh sweet Thor, I haven’t forgotten anything. But have you? After all, you’ve been quite different since McDonough took office. Funny, what are you scared of big brother? That he’ll find you out — ❞

❝ Shut up! ❞ He kicks Loki again, his face twisting more. Thor had been praised somewhat in Diamond City, but he knew he had to keep his opinions to himself to keep it that way. He hated seeing the ghouls and undesirables chased out all to make a stupid point. Inciting fear into the masses wasn’t going to fix the problems in the Commonwealth. Now, Loki, ready to spread rumors of a false heritage only meant things would get worse for everyone… And Loki would love to see that happen. The chem addict lived for chaos and the more he delved deeper, the worse things would get. Sooner or later, it would come after him. That’s why Thor made these trips to this town of lowlifers. He was trying to save them both. He saw no good coming from his brother’s mental outbursts.

It wasn’t always this way with him. Both, as children, played together and set out on grand adventures. Best of friends and brothers by bond, taken in by the city to be raised and show the world that a good community could change a child’s future. And while Thor continued to shine through their efforts, Loki begun to see the dark side to everything.

Overhearing the new mayor’s idea of running undesirables out of the city, he begun banking on their fears and turning the paranoia into a profit. Only then when Thor saw this for himself did Loki end up joining the rest to be cast out to Goodneighbor by his actions. He was considered one of them and that didn’t sit well with the older blond.

For Loki, however, he saw it differently. The more into chems he got, the more he resented Thor for being the best of the two. Why Diamond City favored one over the other made the younger of the two lash out more and more. It soon became a realization that all his problems stemmed from one man. Once Thor was gone, then he would be seen as the most beloved son.

Instead, he was getting beaten to a bloody pulp on the streets by said brother.

❝ Hey — hey! Enough already! ❞ A woman’s voice, a different one from Irma’s scolding them earlier. Pushing at Thor’s shoulder, the brunette in a white lab coat tried breaking up the street fight and calling them out for the unwanted attention. Now going over to Loki, she pulls him up off the ground, lifting up his shirt to check the bruising on his ribs. ❝ This is immature. ❞

❝ And who the hell are you? ❞ Thor questioned, having enough meddling people for one day.

Before she answered, Loki shook himself off her, straightening himself up a bit and tugging down on his shirt. ❝ Dr. Foster — Pleasure again. ❞

She sighs, folding her arms and scolding the blond. ❝ Leave our clients alone! You could have completely wiped his memory without knowing. Those machines are measuring brain frequencies and if tampered with — ❞

❝ I don’t care. Stay out of our business, ❞ Thor snapped.

Taken aback, she smacks at his shoulder again. ❝ You should care. If nothing else, we’ve been recording his memories that might actually prove your — ❞

Squinting, Thor leans in a moment, then looks at Loki and back at her, speaking threateningly slow, ❝ Prove. My. What? ❞

Licking her top lip, she silences herself in the moment of passion of her work, pulling on the bottom of her lab coat sleeves. ❝ If you two can behave, I will tell you more inside. ❞

Glaring between the two of them, Thor kicks his foot into the ground, then begrudgingly moves back into the Memory Den. Loki, a smile still twisted, follows suit.

Back inside, Dr. Foster apologizes to Irma for the disruptive behavior and leads the two men into the basement lab where she was recording her readings. ❝ Dr. Amari is currently on leave and I’ve been assisting her in her projects for some time now. ❞ She bops and turns to force a hand out to shake Thor’s, in attempts to start over fresh. ❝ Dr. Jane Foster. ❞

Thor looks down at the hand, keeping his own still tucked under his chest. ❝ Thor. Odinson. Brother to this junkie. ❞

Holding a finger to his lips, Loki corrects, ❝ I prefer visionary. ❞

Jane rubs her hands together awkwardly, then goes through her files to sort her notes. ❝ Right then, um… There’s just a few things I wanted to share with you both… See, from Loki’s memories, we did find an anomaly in our findings. There’s just things in the timeline I was hoping to figure out. I have a feeling chems were the cause of the, er, visions, but I was hoping you, Thor, could fill in those blanks. ❞

With a curled lip, he looks at the doctor, confused. ❝ Why are you doing this? ❞

❝ Because, Mr. Odinson, if you are in fact a synth, this poses a great danger for you and your brother. While his ramblings might be considered nonsense, we can’t take too many precautionary measures to ensure that what he is saying is just nonsense or in fact, truth. ❞

Huffing a laugh, the blond looks at her in disbelief. ❝ And in the unlikely scenario that he’s right, why does this even benefit me from finding out? Have none of you thought to think I don’t want to know? I could lose everything. ❞

Jane pushes hair away from her forehead, giving a sad look. ❝ There are places for people like yourself, you know. I mean, if you are a synth. ❞

All these accusations of Thor being a synth or not had his mind reeling. He was never one to doubt, but whatever evidence is provided that he might be, the confirmation might have been too much to handle. Closing his eyes, he just waves his hands out, then walks from her. ❝ I won’t do it. He’s insane, and just leave it at that. ❞

Putting her foot down, Jane argues, ❝ If you don’t go through with locating a specific memory Thor, I’m afraid you will be fighting for you life out there based off little proof. If you want to have a clean slate, you should consider doing this procedure and getting it over with. For your sake, alone. ❞

His voice boomed, ❝ I will not have my mind tempered with! Leave me out of this madness, you hear? I am not a synth. My brother is an idiot and he lies constantly to get what he wants. ❞

A soft cackle was heard between the other two arguing. Loki, rubbing his eye with ice he found snooping in her freezer, pointed at his brother with a long, gangly finger and said, ❝ Then explain why you fraternize with Institute slaves over by the college ruins — ❞

❝ — What? ❞

❝ You know, brother — Why are you helping the white suits replace us good folk of the Commonwealth? ❞

Jane bit the inside of her cheek, looking up at Thor. ❝ The anomaly is a memory of you helping a synth to his feet. Then you handed him this — ❞ Turning to her file, she hands him and orange and white holotape with a lantern drawn on. ❝ We all know what the Railroad does. Who do you think does the memory wipes? Your brother might be a little... mentally unstable, Thor, but I’m trying to help you prove that you’re not dealing in enemy territory. Trust me. ❞

Swallowing hard at Loki, then turning to Dr. Foster, Thor narrows his eyes. ❝ You think I’m a synth because I helped one once? ❞

❝ Rogue agents don’t last long. Hell, even their own don’t all make it out. You’re a Diamond City guard, you’ll put all your friends at risk if you keep up with this stubborn attitude. ❞

He shakes his head again, then waves her off, heading towards the stairwell to leave the room. ❝ Get him some addictol, will you? You’re not sticking me in that machine. ❞

Not again.

He didn’t remember why he done it in the first place. And he’d rather keep it that way. But it was better than her finding out how far back his memories had been displaced. There was a reason for what he did, but if it was because of one thing, it wasn’t because he was a synthetically made man.

#*au #*avengers fallout #*my writing

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