#alpha!heimdall
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Chapter 1
Wake The Beast
Summary: A hidden Omega, even to herself, is revealed at the arrival of the Asgardians; unsure of how to navigate through this drastic change, she stumbles her way into the arms of the Alpha that lit her soul ablaze. Heimdall finds that upon touching the soil of Midgard, the Alpha he long thought was buried and mummified within, takes the reigns; unable to fight the gathered strength of his beast that has forcefully slept for well over a millennium, Heimdall will now know what it’s like to be at the mercy of his Alpha, and his Alpha will learn what it’s to be like at the mercy of an omega, his omega.
WARNING: 18+ themes, Minors DNI, cussin, slight smut, a/b/o theme
A/N: The Asgardians from the ship that were killed after Ragnorok wasn’t murdered and made it to safety on Earth with Heimdall and Thor aboard. I’m not going to follow the plot from Marvel other than to maintain my own.
A/N: Y/N is Sam and Sarah’s first cousin, but there is about a 10-15 year age gap.
Heimdall was thoroughly enjoying a first-hand view of the Upstate New York Stark facility Thor was splitting his time between with New Asgard. Although the sight allowed him to see every possible future as their conceivability changed with every choice being made helping him locate Thor many times when he was here, it could not give him this. The wonder, the newness, the fragile probability that it could all come crumbling down in a blink when it took far longer to build, it was all so captivating. For all their infancy, humans were still beautiful creatures just like any other being of the universe, willing to push the limits of their perceived capabilities. Though they had much to learn there was so much they had already broken the surface of.
Thor landed behind him as he stood marveling at Stark’s creation and all that went into building it and potentially will be put into destroying it.
“You have been getting better and better at controlling your speed and impact I see.”
“Heimdall! You always seem to see me coming, even before I decide to,” Thor greeted him with a brotherly embrace.
“It is quite a task to turn off thousands of years of servitude young king.”
“Please! We talked about this king business and I do not wish to revisit the conversation again. I am but a protector of the living whether it be my kin or the keepers of this land, no different than you.”
“As you wish, but again I stress, it’s hard to turn off.”
—-
On his way back from cleaning up, Thor ran into Sam. Though it seemed he had just arrived, Sam was in a rush to leave, briefly greeting Thor on his way out and vaguely acknowledging the man Thor wanted to introduce him to, Sam breezed past a confused Heimdall whose expression turned primitive as soon as they bumped past each other, boarding the elevator with a mumbled “sorry my man”.
Watching this all play out in front of him, Thor could see exactly when the eyes of a piece of Heimdall that had long been made to heel reappeared. His Alpha was no longer compliant with the mental cage Heimdall had long ago forged, now he wanted out and he wanted to get to the source of the smell wafting from Sam’s clothes. He could smell the change in his friend as he turned his nose into the air, catching the sudden potency of Heimdall’s scent. More than anything, Thor could feel him. Now that something or someone had roused the most primal part of Heimdall without true duty to center his focus, it was like an explosion was encased in his body. It brought Thor to his knees, but it completely knocked Heimdall out once Sam had left the floor and took the scent with him.
When Heimdall opened his eyes to a concerned Thor, he knew his future was irreversibly changed. He found his omega.
“We have to go with Sam, now!” Heimdall yelled before he jumped up and sprinted after him.
—--
One year earlier.
Heimdall was exhausted after the battle with Hela, watching his homeland destroyed, and surviving space with the remaining refugees. It took all of his foresight to navigate their people around death at the hands of Thanos, but the Allfathers seemed to be on his side.
He was the first off the ship, making sure to be the bridge between his brethren and the keepers of the midgardians, the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. If Thor had not personally embraced a few members - Sam turned to Heimdall for a hug as well, feeling like he already knew the guardian from the countless stories Thor told before he went to assist in helping everyone off and get set up - Heimdall’s skeptikism of the juxtaposed groups wouldn’tve abated even in the slightest. Seeing the evil that held S.H.I.E.L.D. captive, Heimdall made sure that no Asgardian citizen would be left without an Avenger or his king nearby.
While he was ushering two young children who were now orphaned into a medical tent, Sam rushed past him with supplies in tow, apologizing for the brief contact. Heimdall didn’t even notice he’d stopped moving until the children tugged on his hands towards the nurse that was beckoning them to her station. After he made sure they were going to be okay and Thor checked to see if he had seen a nurse for wound treatment for the third time, he sat down on a cot not too far from them.
Unconsciously still searching for whatever stopped him in his tracks, Heimdall’s gaze wandered aimlessly and his foresight became blurred. It wasn’t until Thor split from Sam to come sit in the tent with Heimdall that the guardian had refocused on the present.
Thor sensed something had been thrown off balance with Heimdall as soon as they had walked off the ship, but couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was. Heimdall’s closed off and defensive demeanor didn’t exactly assist in flushing out exactly what was wrong, but he was sure a hint wasn’t too far off.
After the throneless king and kingless guardian were sure every citizen was checked, fed, and provided temporary lodgings on the cots in the auditorium like room, Thor and Heimdall finally lay down themselves, closest to the main entrance. It took no time for Thor to succumb to slumber, however Heimdall was struggling to settle himself. He had felt the nameless shift within himself when he first touched the soil, but the commotion of getting everyone taken care of pushed it to the back of his mind.
Now that he was left in the deafening silence, all he could do was search his mind for answers to this sudden agitation. Though it took much longer than usual, he eventually dosed off, maintaining his uncomfortability throughout the dream. When the guardian jolted awake in a cold sweat only a few hours after finally falling asleep, all he could remember were two sets of unfamiliar eyes. If he thought hard enough, he could swear they had been the eyes of his beast and its twin soul, but that was impossible.
Long ago when he pledged his life to protect the throne he had to undergo a strenuous ritual that essentially caged his alpha, stripping away the urge to fulfill any rampant desires and needs. Yes, he still felt his alpha fight for the first two hundred years or so, but that was well over a millenia ago. He has lived too long with the silence of himself to really believe that his alpha had the strength to break free and claim what was his all of a sudden.
Even when he had fallen asleep again, waking to a nervous Thor while realizing he had been growling in his sleep, the guardian refused to believe. The young king never had a chance to even address it for Heimdall had brushed him off before he could open his mouth.
The longer he went without rectifying his discomfort, the worse his aggression and solitude became. Instead of settling in New Asgard with the rest of his peers, Heimdall chose to roam the forests of this world, checking in once every few weeks with Thor or Tony. He refused to ever verbally address his behaviour, but both he and Thor knew that he was searching. For what? He was going to find out soon enough.
~
Y/N was washing dishes as Sarah helped the boys with their homework when she started to sweat and a sharp pain cut through her abdomen, causing her to drop the dish in her hand. She tried to wave Sarah off, thinking it was a one-off pms cramp hinting at her approaching cycle, but was quickly brought to her knees when another wave of pain shot from her abdomen to her pussy.
“It can’t be.” Y/N said, too scared to acknowledge the possibility.
Sarah sent the boys to play by the docks and wrapped her arms around Y/N. As soon as Sarah looked into Y/N’s eyes, she knew. Despite all the doctors they ever visited telling Y/N that she would never present if she ever surpassed 21 without doing so, here they were 5 years later, getting the surprise of a lifetime.
“I think it’s finally happening.” said Sarah with a hesitant smile.
“No. It’s impossible. No one presents this late,” Y/N replied with tears in her eyes, “right?”
As soon as she grasped the counter to lift herself up, a stronger wave went through her. Unable to move past the pain, Y/N collapsed to the floor, curling into a fetal position. With each wave of pain, the volume of her sobs grew. Sarah picked up her cell and called Sam, hoping he’d get here in time. If an alpha didn’t get here soon, Y/N was going to die.
Thankfully Sam was already in the Quinjet heading back to the Stark compound from assisting the Asgardian people get settled in a Shield compound. He had Natasha drop him at Sarah’s 10 minutes after she called him. He had no clue what he was walking into, but whatever it was had Y/N screaming in the background and Sarah running over her words trying to explain what was going on.
As soon as he stepped off the quinjet he simultaneously smelled and heard Y/N. She was an omega. Oh god, she’s an omega, he thought before sprinting from the field to the house. Sarah was holding Y/N, trying to get her to drink a safflower tea she made to help with the pain.
Y/N was barely able to unclench her jaw to drink the tea when she smelled Sam walk into the house. It momentarily confused her to be able to smell him so strongly, but the thought left as soon as another cramp hit. When she looked up and saw him, a tortured whine left her throat, but her body immediately started to relax. Thank God for small miracles.
“Sarah, can you start setting up a nest in her room please?” Sam said as he took off his jacket, laying all of his things on the living room couch before approaching Y/N.
“Never thought you’d be the one to give Sarah a heart attack Y/N/N.” he said with a smirk.
Y/N let out a pained laugh, unable to ignore the irony of the situation.
“I’m going to pick you up now and you are going to keep your negative weight comments to yourself cause this ain’t the time. Ok?”
Y/N nodded, too far gone in her heat to argue with an alpha, especially when he used that voice. I guess it now made sense why she had to fight so hard to disobey their commanding tones before.
Thanks to his time with the Avengers and her lack of fight this time around, it was smooth sailing from the floor into his arms, unlike the jerky sneak attacks he used to submit her to.
By the time he made it to her room, Sarah had successfully formed a nest on Y/N’s bed and was spraying it down with her favorite scent for sleeping. He pulled her desk chair to the side of the bed and placed Y/N in the center, holding her hand.
Y/N’s pain was manageable until the second he removed her from against him. As soon as she hit the sheets, it was as if her pain meter turned back up to high.
“Please alpha, please. I can’t. Hurts too much.” Y/N said, full-on sobbing again.
Sam’s alpha couldn’t handle an omega, especially one he loved, to be in such pain. Despite his hesitance to intrude on such a sacred space as an omega’s nest, he climbed in after her. Y/N buried her nose into Sam’s chest, unknowingly taking in the remnants of the scent of the alpha that caused her to present. It wasn’t quite right because she could still smell Sam, but it was still 10x better than any scent she’d ever gotten a whiff of before.
It only took a few minutes of rubbing her back for Y/N to fall asleep, but Sam daren’t move for fear of waking her back into this nightmare.
Sarah was bringing up the tea from earlier and Sam’s incessantly ringing phone.
“Here, somebody under the name Dr. Angry keeps calling you.”
“Thanks Sarah. Before you go, quick question.”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Were there any signs these last few days that she was going to present?”
“No. It happened so fast. One second she’s washing the dishes while I’m helping the boys with homework and the next my good baking dish is shattered on the floor and she’s curled over. I wasn’t even sure until she looked at me. How could this have happened? Every doctor we’ve ever been to said that she’d never present, never belong to a pack outside of the one she was born into. What changed?”
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”
“Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“What are we going to do when she goes into heat and you’re not here to help with the pain? What are we going to do when you’re not here period and a desperate alpha tries to take her? I’m a lone widowed omega with two boys too young to help.”
“Sarah, take a deep breath. I don’t know how we’re going to get through this, but we will. I’m going to start by calling Bruce back.”
“Who?”
“Dr. Angry.”
“Oh ok. How can he help?”
“Well, there’s not much that man doesn’t know and what he doesn’t, he goes out and learns it.”
“Ok, if you say so. Hey, Sam?”
“Yeah, Sarah?”
“You think she’s going to be okay? She just accepted being unmateable this past year and now? What was supposed to be a gradual experience has hit her all at once.”
Sam looked at their little cousin who, for all intents and purposes, has been their little sister for the last 15 years.
“I know she is. Remember when she first came to live with us?”
“Yea, she was always fighting the biggest boys in her class. I could never get her to come home without blood on her clothes. Mom and I were always reprimanding her and you and dad encouraging her.”
“Right. She’s a fighter, always has been always will be.”
“And trust me, she hasn’t changed one bit since.”
“Exactly,” Sam said as he began rubbing Y/N’s back again when she started to whine in her sleep, “and you wanna know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think that the creator and biology decided that she didn’t need to be vulnerable until the alpha meant for her was ready and available to be her strength. She needs an alpha who will accept and respect her will to fight and not break it.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You know better than me that omegas are at risk of being taken advantage of from the moment they present until they are mated. With the increase in wars and violence, more and more alphas are desperate to claim any omega even if they don’t want to be and not many people protect an omega’s right to choose. No matter how much of a fighter she is, she would never have been able to deny an alpha’s command or her biology, not in the end. I think our girl was meant to have the type of claim you and mom got. Not just any alpha, but a true alpha with the discipline to care more about her needs than his. An alpha who will truly love, care, appreciate, and protect their omega with every fiber of their being.”
By the time Sam had finished his hopes for Y/N, Sarah was a puddle of tears.
“You know for all your goofing around, it’s often hard to remember that you’re the empath of this family. You never did know how to hide that part of yourself around her.”
“Well, she did wear her pain like a badge of honor back then and I could never ignore a damsel in distress.”
“Hence your budding relationship with the Winter soldier?” Sarah said with slight judgment in her voice and a raise of her eyebrow.
“We’ve had this conversation many times over the last few years and even you don’t believe Bucky is that man anymore. You have to let our first encounter go.”
“Yeah yeah yeah. I’ll tell you the same thing I’ve told you since you called to tell us you were going on the run with America’s poster boy. If he so much as lays another finger on your head violently he’s gonna have to deal with me.”
“There’ll be no need for that. Is there anything to eat? It’s been a long day and I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“I’m about to go make some spaghetti. It’ll be done in like 45 minutes.”
“Cool, I’m gonna talk to Banner.”
—--
A few moments before Heimdall and Thor arrived at the compound.
“What do you mean she’s started her heat?! It’s not due for another 6 weeks!” Sam yelled into his phone as he frantically texted Natasha and started packing the go-bag he just emptied.
“I know. The wait between is getting shorter and shorter and the pain is getting worse and worse. This is exactly what I was afraid of, she could die if you don’t get here in time.”
“I’m moving as quickly as I can. I had just washed off the mission when you called.”
“I know, Sam, but this isn't working anymore. We need to find a way to convince her to come live on the compound with you. Stark’s offer still stands, right?”
“You’re right and yes, it’s a standing offer. I have a feeling she’s going to force my hand on this, you remember how she reacted the last few times we brought it up.”
“I don’t care about her feelings anymore. She’s a ticking time bomb and nothing I do helps anymore. She’s built a tolerance to every remedy I know and there are new alphas in town that have taken notice of her unclaimed omega status and have been asking around about her. I’m at my wit’s end!”
“Deep breaths Sarah, deep breaths. I’m walking out of the compound now. I’ll shoot you a text when I’m getting ready to land. Okay?”
“Okay, and Sam?” Y/N let out an otherworldly wail at that moment.
“I’ll break the sound barrier if I have to.”
He rushed through the compound accidentally running into multiple people including the god of thunder and his oddly familiar friend.
Natasha had just finished the preflight check and was walking back to the building when Sam practically sprinted onto the tarmac.
“Woah, where’s the fire?” she asked.
“Louisiana. It’s Y/N.”
“Again? So soon?”
“Yeah, and I’m worried her and Sarah might be in danger. There are unfamiliar alphas in town.”
“I’m coming with you then.”
“Usually I’d argue with you, but I think I might need the help this time.”
“Good.”
Heimdall busted out of the building with Thor hot on his heels and sprinted straight into the quinjet, strapping in and not so patiently waiting for the others to do the same.
As he passed Natasha and Sam he said, “We need to go now, our window is closing by the second.”
Once Natasha had leveled out the plane, Sam finally voiced his confusion.
“I’m grateful for your assistance, but how do you know we’re running out of time and why are you interested in tagging along?”
It took everything in Heimdall not to growl at Sam. His logical mind knew what type of person he was, having briefly met when they landed on Midgard and hearing many stories of Thor’s sir Falcon stories, but his alpha was on high alert. This man has his omega’s scent on him. The scent that has been haunting his dreams for the last year.
Thor spoke up for him, sensing the battle within him. “If I had to guess Sir Falcon, whoever’s scent you wear is his omega and she is in imminent danger.”
“That answers the why. What about how?” Sam asked
“Heimdall has acute senses. He can hear, see, smell, and feel far more than most beings in the universe. His ability also allows him to see all possible outcomes of any being in the universe’s actions. The more he focuses, the more he sees.”
Heimdall looked up finally, glancing over the room before he locked eyes with Sam.
“I saw the end of me. I saw my soul leave this earth before I could ever hear my name from her lips or hold her in my arms. If we don’t get there in time…it will destroy me.” Heimdall gruffly said, eyes tearing up despite his unwillingness to release the tears that held the pain and worry crushing him.
“All of that from a scent?”
“That is what happens when you deny and cage your alpha for more than a millenia, especially one with skills such as mine. The second we get a whiff or the moment we lay eyes on our true mates, whatever chains and cages we placed to keep them docile are immediately broken and our focus is lasered onto them. I landed on this planet unbound to duty and the first scent I smelled was hers through your embrace.”
“Hmm. Is that true?” Sam let out as he stroked his face in contemplation.
“It’s as true as the skin that covers my bones and the blood that pumps through my heart.”
“If so, then how come this is the first time I’m hearing about it.”
“It is not the first time. I have been struggling since that first fateful night, plagued with haunting dreams and twisted nightmares, but I refused to even acknowledge the possibility that an omega could be the cause. Since her scent was covered by the commotion when we first landed and every time I have smelled her since has been through secondary or tertiary contact leaving me and my senses to grasp at straws, I was never able to find the source. Also, it did not exactly aide my search that you hug just about everyone. Today was the first opportunity I had to truly take in her scent from your clothes. I didn’t want to voice an issue I wasn’t sure of.”
“Is that so?”
“It is the only explanation for why I was never able to see her clearly until today. Who is she to you anyway? Your clothes are practically drenched in her.” Heimdall asked more aggressively than intended.
“No need to get riled up, she’s my little sister,” Sam said, to which Heimdall merely grunted in response. “You know who’s the threat?”
“They rode roaring bicycles and wore matching black jackets with different names on the back. I’ve never encountered humans like them before so I do not know their status.”
Sam sighed and rubbed his face. “Leave it to Y/N to attract as much danger as possible by simply existing. Any chance we can go faster Nat?”
“Only if you all strap back in and hold onto your bootstraps.”
“You heard the lady, buckle up.”
—--
Sarah heard the rumbling of motorcycles coming down her driveway and prayed that Sam brought backup. It seems those alphas that were asking around found them and as luck would have it they were part of an MC.
She told the boys to hide with Y/N before she grabbed her father’s trusty shotgun and walked onto the porch ready to defend her family.
“You’re trespassing,” she spoke from her porch when they lined their bikes up in front of her house, the president and enforcer of the club getting off their bikes to approach.
The president said, “Whatever happened to that good ol’ southern hospitality I’ve been hearing about?” He spat tobacco-filled saliva onto the grass as he tilted his head to scan her and his posse dismounted their bikes. “Don’t you want to introduce us to that sweet little omega you’ve been hiding? And if you don’t make a fuss, I’ll even find an Alpha for a lonely cute little thing like you.”
Sarah cocked the gun and pointed it at them. “That’s far enough.”
Natasha quickly pulled off to the side of the house and landed as smoothly as could be expected. Everyone quickly unloaded and lined themselves up between Sarah and the MC, Sam and Heimdall practically rushing her.
“Well boys, looks like some of the Avengers are here to spoil our fun. Let’s not overstay our welcome.” the president said as he indicated to his MC to leave, spitting out some more tobacco before mounting his bike. They left in a cloud of dust and exhaust.
Sarah leaned more towards Sam, eyeing the unknown alpha during such a vulnerable moment.
“Sarah, this is Heimdall. There’s no time to explain so don’t argue. Take him to Y/N,” Sam said as he took the shotgun from her and took up post on the porch. “We’ll stay out here.”
“You sure? I fear she’s been far worse far longer than today than she’s ever let on.”
Sam and Heimdall seemed to share a whole conversation in one look. “I don’t think we’ll find better hands to place her in.”
Thor and Natasha switched between patrolling the grounds and standing watch out front. No matter how much they cared for Y/N/N, she was still an unmated Omega in a distressed heat and they were alphas, biology told them to go and care for her, mate her. And with Heimdall as her mate? Neither were willing to put their lives at risk until their scents stopped suffocating the air around the house.
—---
Heimdall was quiet as he followed Sarah through the house. Never had he felt such a mixture of emotion, excited butterflies in his belly paired with anxiety and fear gripping his chest and throat at not being a good enough Alpha for her.
As they were nearing the top of the stairs, the boys came bursting out of her room.
“I thought I told you to wait until I came and got you.”
“We know, but Aunt Y/N/N’s starting to bleed mom and I think she passed out. We didn’t know what to do!”
Heimdall pushed past them, in a panic to soothe his mate back into the land of the living.
“It’s okay, you did good. Go downstairs with your Uncle Sam, he’s on the front porch.”
Y/N was shivering in a puddle of sweat and slick in the middle of her nest, the blood the boys were talking about just starting to turn the room from sickly sweet to a pungent sour. Sarah ran a bath in the bathroom across the hall and grabbed a change of sheets, placing them on her desk. Heimdall crouched to Y/N’s side to gently push the stray curls out of her face, wiping the sweat on her face and neck away with a nearby T-shirt. Y/N whimpered at the contact, but simply sighed in response, too far gone to move or really respond.
“Hey there Omega, I’m here now. Not gonna ever leave your side.” Heimdall continued to care for her as they waited for the tub to be filled, trying to soothe her with his words and light touches. “Such a strong omega, waiting patiently for me, trying not to burden an Alpha that’s not your claim. Only my omega would deny herself any relief to try and be a help over a hinderance, huh?”
Sarah watched Heimdall look after Y/N for a few minutes, too stricken by the reality that Sam’s words from the year prior were far more true than either of them realized. Their little sis was getting the exact type of Alpha she needed. “Hey, the tub is nearly full. If you get her cleaned up, I’ll change the sheets.”
Heimdall grunted and gently scooped Y/N into his arms, cradling her to his chest. Following the sound of running water, he went into the bathroom and sat her on top of the toilet. Having barely been conscious until Heimdall lifted her from the bed, Y/N was having trouble focusing on anything other than her omega’s response to the unfamiliar alpha in charge of her care, not even her thoughts. Every reaction was pure primitive muscle memory, as if her body knew what was best, now in control of her feelings and actions.
Turning off the water and testing the temperature before tenderly removing her sleep shirt and shorts, Heimdall gingerly scooped Y/N into his arms again, making a mental note to get rid of the blood left behind. However, when he went to place her into the water she clung to his shirt and yowled, refusing to part from his grasp.
“I promise you’ll feel much better when you’re all cleaned up little one, you just have to let me put you down.” Again he tried with the same reaction. Wanting to hurry up and get to the part where they get acquainted Heimdall let his Alpha voice seep in a little, not wanting to frighten her. “Come now omega, this tub is too small for the two of us. The sooner you go in, the sooner I can hold you again. Now be good and let me bathe you.”
Y/N whined, but let Heimdall place her in the tub, still refusing to let him go, but conceding to only having contact with his arm.
After making the bed Sarah checked on the couple again, placing a set of clothes and a glass of water on the counter. Although Heimdall had tried to stop her, she cleaned off the toilet as well and made sure to reprimand Heimdall for trying to do anything other than directly care for Y/N, stating that “the only fingers you will be lifting in this house will be to take care of our girl,” Feeling that Y/N was indeed in good hands, Sarah joined the boys on the porch.
Heimdall made her drink the entire glass of water before he started to bathe her, gently wiping away a day’s worth of grime. He hadn’t noticed when he started, but he was humming an old lullaby long buried in his memory. By the time he was finished, they were both far more relaxed. Y/N had stopped shivering and bleeding, and the frantic panic that had been choking Heimdall since he heard she was bleeding had loosened its hold.
Y/N was still uncomfortable and fatigued, but no longer felt as if she was knocking on death’s door. The crippling pain in her core had subsided to a throb, but the second Heimdall smoothly lifted her out of the tub and placed her on the counter to dry her off, the throb roared to an intense ache that settled at the base of her core and the tip of her clit. Her body wanted her alpha and now.
Finally having the mental capacity, she looked over the Alpha in charge of her care, Y/N cocked her head back, meeting golden lava eyes that lit her ablaze from head to toe.
Heimdall smirked at her dazed expression, no doubt mirroring it with one of his own. Holding her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks he said, “Hi, Omega.”
Y/N sighed into his embrace. “Hi, Alpha.” To which Heimdall gave her a forehead kiss.
Heimdall shucked off his jacket, placing it on the counter, followed by his shirt which he slid onto her. Y/N’s eyes got wide at the sudden display of his chiseled chest and had to fight everything in her nature to keep herself from preening.
Suddenly unsure of his decision to bypass the clothes Sarah left behind, Heimdall said, “I hope its okay with you that you sleep in my shirt. I thought it would help even though it’s a little wet.”
Y/N nodded and hummed her assent, smirking at the now nervous god. “It’s perfect.”
Heimdall nodded and scooped her into his arms again and walked back to her room, gently laying her in the center of her freshly made bed. He tried reforming a comfortable nest with the leftover pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals strewn about her room. Y/N whined the entire time until he felt there was enough soft material.
“Alpha please, need you.”
“Alright, little one. Let me just grab my jacket. You need as much comfort as possible.”
Y/N let loose a long whine of “Alpha” until Heindall returned with his jacket in hand. She watched him puzzle about where to put the jacket and how he was going to fit on her bed with her for about 15 seconds before she grabbed his hand and yanked him down. Startled by the sudden display of strength and need, Heimdall just barely was able to stop himself from crushing Y/N entirely, moving to her side.
After he had been squirming around on the bed trying to get comfortable for what Y/N deemed too long, but what was probably only a few more seconds, she pushed him to lay down on his back so that she could straddle him and finger his locs and chest hair while she listened to the strange beat of his heart. Still holding his jacket in hand, Heimdall laid it on them before pulling the covers up.
He had gone back to rubbing her skin soothingly on her thighs and lower back while humming the same tune from earlier, creating a bubble of contentment for them both. They laid like that long enough for Heimdall to think Y/N had fallen asleep from her slow steady breaths when she subtly started wiggling against him. Determined to take things as slow as he could muster, Heimdall had already decided that they would not engage in intercourse before he got to know and earn the trust of the soul behind the omega. Although it pained him, he stilled her movements by grasping her hips.
Unfortunately for him, now that his omega had a little strength and energy, she was determined to get the relief she sought, refusing to keep still. She even resorted to begging directly into his ear, hoping his Alpha would break completely free and give them what they both needed.
“Please Alpha, please. Need you. Make it stop, hurts so bad, please make it stop,” she whined and pouted, continuing her wiggling assault. It took every ounce of self-control to hold his Alpha at bay.
Heimdall started purring, hoping the vibration would soothe her burning desire, but quickly realized that if either was going to get to sleep, he was going to have to step a toe over the line he had drew. Thankful he ignored the clothes Sarah brought, Heimdall brought his dominant hand to her core, gathering her slick and finding his way to her clit. Y/N mewled at the contact, relieved to finally get some real alleviation, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted.
Scared of hurting her Heimdall was as gentle as he could be, lightly rubbing her clit with his thumb while he allowed his fingers to tease her dripping hole. He watched every facial expression, memorizing how each graze of his fingers elicited a different one. Never had he been in the presence of a more exquisit being and he wanted to make sure that he would be an expert in his Omega’s pleasure, for that was all she deserved.
After he pulled two orgasms with her trying to ride his hand for more pressure and Heimdall pulling back to give her only what he deemed necessary, he finally plunged two of his thick fingers into her sopping pussy. He curled them until she made a noise that signaled he’d found what he was looking for and then he went to town massaging that exact spot, refusing to move from it.
All Y/N could do was take the pleasure he gave. Unlike her previous partners who gave into her every demand, subliminal or verbal, Heimdall refused to take her lead. Everytime she moved to get the exact spark of pleasure she was looking for he returned her back to his pace and position. It was maddening, but it was absolutely divine how he seemed to know her body better than her. After the first orgasm she stopped making an effort to fuck herself on his fingers and let him give what he wished.
Four more orgasms later and she could no longer fight the call of sleep, too exhausted by the day’s events. The last thing she saw before succumbing to the bliss of peaceful slumber was Heimdall looking directly into her eyes and cleaning his hand off as if he hadn’t eaten since arriving to Earth. After he was satisfied he got every drop, Heimdall hunkered down a little further on the bed, not wanting a crick in his neck, and did his best not move too much more. It wasn’t too much longer before he followed her to dream land.
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After Thor and Natasha checked the perimeter a few times they decided it was safe to venture closer to the house, noticing how much less suffocating both Y/N and Heimdall’s scents were. Sam was telling Sarah and the boys as much about Heimdall as he could, considering they only officially just met and the majority of his knowledge was from Thor’s stories. He was glad Thor had walked over because then maybe he could shed some more light and put the boys at ease. Strangely enough and despite her initial skeptikism when they first arrived, Sarah had walked out of the house more relaxed than he’s seen her in at least a year.
Noting the lightness that filled the air as the Alpha pair walked up the steps, she figured it was safe enough to usher everyone inside, doing just that. She urged Sam, Thor, and Natasha to the kitchen to eat some leftovers, thankful she had decided to make chili, before she followed the boys upstairs to tuck them in. When she returned, her chili pot and cornbread pan were nearly empty and all she heard was scraping against empty bowls.
Sam noticed her first, taking this opportunity to ask the question that had been weighing on him since she returned to the porch. “How come you’re so calm now?”
“What do you mean?” Sarah asked.
“Well you looked ready to murder Heimdall for having the audacity to even step onto the porch when we arrived, but the second you came outside you were far more relaxed than I’ve seen you since this all started. Hell, maybe even longer.”
“Easy. Remember that conversation we had the first night? About why it had taken so long for her to present?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you remember what you told me?”
“The gist of it.”
“Well I’m pretty sure you were right after watching him care for her and while doing so it was almost like getting a glimpse of both the past and the future.”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked.
“Remember how I used to stay up to watch mom and dad at night and you used to come get me before I could get caught?”
“Sure do. I got in trouble instead a few times.”
Sarah rolled her eys and continued. “Well, I got a flash of that and then it morphed into Y/N and what did you say his name was again, Heimdall right?” Sam nodded “I saw a flash of them in a similar setting around the same age. And you wouldn’t believe me if I told you, but it was as if my alpha came up behind me while I was watching them and told me we could trust him with her.”
Sam’s eyes widened at the last part, knowing how difficult it was for Sarah to bring up her deceased mate. “After talking with him on our way here my doubts were mostly washed away, but if I ever needed a stamp of approval that was it.”
“Me too Sammy, me too.” she said, sniffling in an effort to hold back all of the emotion bombarding her. “Don’t forget to set your guests up on the spare beds, I’m calling it a night.”
“Okay, sweet dreams Sarah, love you little sis.”
“Love you too bighead.”
“Have the most pleasant of dreams lady Sarah, we appreciate the meal you prepared.” Thor said.
“Yeah, you kick ass in more than one department. You must share this recipe tomorrow.” Natasha added.
Sarah smiled weakly, “We’ll see. I have a feeling that all of our agendas are going to cater to making sure Y/N actually listens to what’s best for her for a change so yawl hurry up and get some sleep.”
Natasha responded with a “you got it” before the three of them cleaned the kitchen and turned in.
Sam laid in bed trying to conjure the images Sarah had described before sleep took him as well.
Next Chapter...
#fictioninmybloodworks#fictioninmyblood#alpha and omega series#alpha!heimdall x omega!reader#heimdall x reader#heimdall x black!reader#alpha!heimdall#omega!reader
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I 100% enjoyed killing Heimdall
I dont know how i survived the first and second phase with 1 health (i fought the werewolf creature alpha just before that because i didnt know Heimdall was coming xD)
Little shit deserved it and i was annoyed at Mimir for almost not letting me kill him. Like im sorry, this bastard threatened to kill my son, and was trying to kill me, he didnt deserve mercy.
Also i almost cried at Birgir’s sacrifice
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heimdall going full transgirl and after being de-aeiserpilled, starts fucking around kratos' and the gangs place much to everyone's confusion. He spills every secret and it turns out he left because odin was being a dick about heimy's new life choices. She's still a total alpha bitch but more of a lovabale sort. and she's on their side now.
i cant fix her but i can give her estrogen maybe that will calm her down (it doesnt)
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Powers of Devotion
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by S0urBean
A rewrite of A Horrible Mistake Really.
After years of war and peace, the avengers find a way to bring everyone back to the universe. Well almost everyone. Thor cannot come to terms with the fact that his brother had to die in order to save the world. Managing to find a way to bring Loki back, the young God finally has a second chance at living. Except Thor does not know the one rule about magic. Everything has a price.
In the body of his younger self Loki must navigate the new universe and show others that he no longer wishes to be a threat. Despite all the obstacles thrown in his way. Perhaps the strange ally’s in some younger hero’s will help others view him as a new version of himself.
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A story in which loki navigates the world in a younger body and has to team up with the youngins on the squad.
Words: 1682, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Loki (Marvel Comics)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen, M/M
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Kid Loki (Young Avengers), teen Loki - Character, Thor (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Tony Stark, Peter Parker
Relationships: Loki/Peter Parker, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov
Additional Tags: Teen Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Loki Needs a Hug (Marvel), Loki Needs Therapy (Marvel), Young Avengers Team (Marvel), my own young avengers, Good Loki (Marvel), Fix-It of Sorts, Jotunn Loki (Marvel), Spider-Man Identity Reveal, College Student Peter Parker, Mix Canon, Loki Sass, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Bi Peter Parker, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics
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#Bucky#Captain America#Winter Soldier#Sam Wilson#James Barnes#Falcon#SamBucky#BuckySam#IFTTT#ao3feed
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Wretches and Kings
This is my fill for @steverogersbingo for the square Beta Steve
Plot: Captain Steve Rogers is part of an elite group of werewolves tasked with capturing as many witches as possible, but when he meets Dania, some doubts begin to work their way into his beliefs.
TW: mentions of rape, slavery and murder; strong language
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Dania slipped through the heavy front door as quietly as possible, careful to not alert the innkeeper, who was muttering to someone in the kitchens. She knew it had been a long time since she last paid rent, but being a spy didn’t allow for constant remuneration, and the little magic she casted to entertain travellers at the port barely covered the cost of a hot meal for dinner, therefore she had to climb the steep wooden stairs quite quickly, careful not to make them creak, and once in her dusty room, get at least a couple hours of sleep, the bare minimum to have the energy needed to repeat that same routine the following day. In less than a week, Heimdall would reach her with new orders, and once she reported her discoveries, he would give her two, very useful things: enough money to pay off her debt and a new task, hopefully far away from the misty town of Bonduar. Born and raised in the small and sunny Republic of Witches, where winters were mild and summers perfect for swimming in the crystalline sea, Dania struggled to adapt to the dull climate of the Mortal Kingdom, but she used the thought of being able to return to her usual attire as a reward, a finish line that would help her endure what she had to undergo in order to mingle with the locals and not attract the Hounds. Every witch knew the story of the first werewolf: when a handsome and charming man was rejected by the woman he loved, he took her by force in a field; looking at the full moon through the tears, the sorceress cursed him to an endless torture, transforming him into a monster in disguise, unable to distinguish friend from foe, blinded by an insatiable hunger for human flesh and scourged by the thought of corrupting everything his teeth touched. The man paid no heed to those words, until the following month something horrible happened to his mind and body: on the next full moon, his nails became claws, and his eyes blood shot with pain; his teeth turned into fangs, while bones and ligaments broke and lengthened, only to find a new and unnatural shape. This soulless beast yelped and howled in the night, as it ran desperately away from the city, the witch watching from the very hill she was raped on how the once beloved man massacred and poisoned all his fellow villagers. Taking refuge beyond the Vanbalt Mountains, the first werewolf made his curse a blessing, as he was now the perfect predator, able to build the strongest army in the continent, endless battalions made up of his best subjects, poor wretches whom he and his followers met during the wrong night. In that sea of murderers, some excelled for their skills as hunters, so the Hounds were born, and specialized in finding witches powerful enough to be the one who casted the spell and who, in the blink of an eye, could’ve taken away all the Alpha’s power. Those who were captured were transported in the Land of the Alpha, an impervious and perpetually snow-covered region, where they were interrogated and summarily tried. Few returned from those frozen holdings, but none unchanged, and they were all considered traitors anyway, for only important information led to an effective release. The other option, the one many preferred, was death, even if it involved ending up at the stake with hands tied and eyes and mouth sewn up, for greater safety. If only the werewolves knew the witch they sought was able to perform magic only by thinking about her target, they might’ve stopped those cruel shows, but sometimes the journey was the only hope for the captured, and if they had know, Dania was sure they would begin to exterminate her race without rules nor mercy, reducing their already small population to the point of no return. Sure, they still had their protected borders, but how long would it take for the enemy to knock on their doors? And what would happen when a bunch of powerful being would start doubting the safety of their gilded cage? Anarchy, something the Council couldn’t afford. So there were people like her, who did dangerous jobs, even as baits sometimes, and perpetuated a century old cold war. The mortals decided not to take sides, dependent on both the great power of the witches and the metals werewolves extracted from their mountains, which made them untrustworthy, so unreliable when someone was in debt that Dania recognized the harsh and cruel language of the enemy even from the hall. One of them was shouting, but there was a group climbing the stairs, and she had little to no time before they smashed the door, which landed on the floor with a thud. Four men entered the dark room, all dressed in bare and rudimentary heavy clothes. Their faces were dirty from the long journey, but they didn’t look tired, their unnaturally golden eyes gleaming eagerly at the sight of the witch. Despite their physical strength, they were all armed and didn’t care to hide it, long daggers and throwing axes hanging from the thick belts they sported over the black coats. Before she could speak, two rushed to catch her, but she quickly dodged, knocking one upside down with a spell and hitting the other with her elbow square in the face. The third, a bald, long-bearded mastodon, punched her in the stomach, hard enough to throw her onto the bed. At her command, the window exploded into a thousand fragments, and although she heard a couple of pained moans, she didn’t have the time to check what damage she caused, too busy fighting against one of the first attackers, equipped with a pair of rowan handcuffs, able to at least partially suppress a witch’s powers.
“Shut her mouth,” said the older one, when they finally managed to subdue her. Although she was proud of the fight she put up, Dania would’ve liked to be that dangerous, to be able to cast the Grimoire’s spells without using her hands as catalysts, but it was an advanced level of study, time and effort they would never waste on a spy and, given the situation, something she would probably never learn. Those were the only gloomy thoughts flooding her mind as they dragged her toward the harbour and finally onto one of their ugly ships, dark and big boats made to last and endure even the coldest winter, and the mood didn’t change when she saw the damp hold smelling of mould, dry blood and old excrement. Other than the logs, hung from rusty chains set to the ceiling, there was no furniture, only the wooden walls, soaked wet and populated with lichens creating disturbing abstract designs. One of the Hounds was now waiting at the bottom of the stairs, his handsome shaved face illuminated by the depressed flame of a lantern. He had short blond hair, and a few strands fell over his pale forehead, crossed by a single wrinkle, caused by his slightly furrowed brows. He watched her with his human eyes, the same blue as the spring sky, but didn’t move when his companion pushed her down the stairs, letting her land with her face on the worn wood, Although she was never happy to tumble like a sack of potatoes, the fall freed her of the rudimentary gag, and she decided to immediately take advantage of the opportunity to speak. Looking around, she saw two other prisoners, hanging by their arms like lifeless puppets waiting for the master to pull their strings. One couldn’t have been older than sixteen, and Dania’s heart squeezed in her chest.
“Maybe you’re not the infamous Hounds,” she growled, trying to get on her knees. She tasted blood in her mouth, and she was sure she had at least a chipped tooth, but she would never give him the satisfaction of seeing her suffer, to the point she held back a sob even when he yanked her to her feet.
“Maybe you’re just slavers selling women. Do you choose them young because you hope to meet them at the next port where you will dock?” she asked, even though she knew it was a lie, just a provocation to get a reaction, whatever it was.
“I’m not a slaver,” he merely replied sardonically, while making sure the handcuffs were properly attached to the chains.
“And it should make me think better or worse of you?” she hissed, never looking away. She noticed her jailer was avoiding her gaze, she saw that in hearing her speak, something was stirring inside him, but after all, that was why most witches were silenced, not in fear of their power, but to minimize the personification of the prisoner. Dania, however, didn’t intended to be just a number, a notch on the belt of those assholes, she had fought, and she would’ve continued to do so, even if at the moment the most she could do was throw a few kicks. If her ribs hadn’t hurt so much, she might’ve even hit him in the face, but for now she had to be content with aiming for his shins, and dirtying his shiny black boots as much as possible. Let him bring Bonduar’s mud home.
“You’ll face a regular trial, as the law requires,” he replied, walking away to check on his work.
“How many of us are found innocent in your alleged trials?” she continued, even though she knew her time was running out. The Hound did a good job, she tested it herself, so soon he would be off to celebrate with his companions, leaving her to wonder if the other two girls were strong enough to try to free themselves as she intended to, although she still didn’t have a plan.
“Your laws are a farce,” she yelled after him, as he turned his back on her, “just like you and your friends. Big, bad Hounds, four grown men against a young women! How honourable, so noble! I thought you respected your women!”
“But you’re not a woman,” he replied, already on the stairs. She couldn’t see his face, but his tone was as cold as the ice of his land, therefore she could imagine what disgust bore his piercing blue eyes. “You’re just a witch.”
In all honesty, the one you can only have with yourself, he hadn't said it because he really believed it. If it had been a catch like any other, it would’ve been true, but she resisted not only with her powers, she even fought like a mere mortal, and continued to do so even when she had evidently lost. She hadn’t given up even as he tied her to the chains, and she hadn’t complained, she hadn’t shown pain for even a second. She must’ve possessed considerable fortitude, but it was her courage that stuck him, the fact that despite he could’ve made her suffer the worst pains, she insulted his pride anyway. Besides, she was beautiful, all over the Rift, the region he came from, he didn’t think he’d ever seen such a gorgeous woman. It was probably something in her eyes, dark, observant, in such stark contrast to the vital, rosy skin of her bruised cheeks. Little did he know of lively things in the Land of the Alpha, with everything covered in snow and moss. Sure, there were the forests, with their ancient evergreens so high they could touch the sky, but it too was always gray, cloudy, and the sunlight rarely reached the mining villages unfiltered. However, it was evident he was the only one with thoughts of that kind, his companions content in their noisy drunkenness.
“Always serious, Captain Rogers,” teased the Sergeant Major, a huge man several years older than him and too empty-headed to step up through the ranks. In fact, Steve already considered it a miracle that he made it this far, but given his fondness for violence, he had no doubt he might’ve killed his superior to get there. The thought of being his next target didn’t bother him, as he knew his fighting style by heart and it was full of flaws both on the defensive and offensive side. Being a malnourished kid who barely survived the bite taught him a lot, and analyzing what and especially who was around him was perhaps the most useful skill.
“Were you hoping to fill the hold again in just one week?” asked a Private, the latest addition of the team, with widened eyes. If he considered him valuable, Steve would’ve learned his name as well, but from how the witch hit him first, he had no doubt his stay would be too short to be worth it.
“Undoubtedly,” he lied, but no one noticed, and not just because of the amount of dark beer ingested. He honed that sardonic tone for years, starting when he was just a tall, thin kid getting ready to go through training as a Hound, and now that he was high ranked and as big as the others, it was even easier to use it. Surprisingly, the Alpha appreciated it too, but after all, under his control, there wasn’t much room for feelings and free will: his every word was an order, and those who didn’t respect it had no option but to walk away, become an Omega, destined to die alone, one way or another. Some whispered rumours of minor packs, who lived on the edge between the Land of the Alpha and the Mortal Kingdom, but Steve could hardly believe them, given the attention their master put into tracking witches and deserters alike.
“Do you think one of those we caught is the right witch?” the boy pressed him, and for a brief moment Steve wondered if he shouldn’t have growl to make him stop talking. It would’ve been obvious even to a blind man that none of the young women in the hold were the sorceress they were looking for, but each of those damn bitches could have useful information, something that would bring them closer to breaking the spell, so it was those same words he said to the Private, and without further explanation, he disappeared into the dark room, where the prisoners dangled like sausages waiting to be smoked. For some reason, the youngest looked ill, while the other, the first they captured, was dozing with her head resting on her right arm, stretched beyond belief, just the tips of her toes touching the floor. He didn't care about their comfort, and no one would’ve worried much if they all died on the journey, but he really wanted to do a good job, and armed with a crust of bread and a flask full of water, he walked over the only one awake, who looked at him with eyes full of terror, even if she tried to dissimulate it. As useful as it would’ve been, Dania never spoke to anyone who survived the trip or the captivity under the werewolves, so she just didn’t know what to expect when the young man came close enough to feel his breath on her face, but she would never, ever dreamed of hearing him say he brought her something to eat. Her stomach had been rumbling for a while now, and although she was much more concerned about her dry throat, she certainly wouldn’t say no to the shadow of a meal, poisoned or not. Of course, a kindness from one’s oppressor was never just a kindness, which she didn’t fail to point out, but to her utter amazement, her jailer told her it was just good manners, though probably a creature accustomed to deceit like her couldn’t know what they were.
"Strange to hear of good manners from someone who kidnapped three girls, chained them to the ceiling and left them for who knows how long without water,” she snapped, and for a moment she wondered if she hadn’t gone too far, if her sharp tongue didn’t sign her own death sentence, but seeing the food wasn’t removed from her reach, she relaxed and listened to her tormentor’s questions without saying a word or give any sign of understanding. The men wanted answers, but different ones from what she expected from an interrogation.
“What exactly do they teach you, apart from the fact we’re evil and should burn at the stake?” she finally asked, suspicious. Over the years, she developed a theory, but she would’ve never thought she was so close to the truth: the Alpha didn’t instruct its subjects, he kept them completely in the dark, feeding them sip of propaganda that vaguely tasted of reality. He wasn’t the leader the witches believed they were fighting, but a dictator, and while she couldn’t be sure that all Hounds were so naive, civilians certainly were.
“That you kill us whenever you have the chance,” he replied, coldly.
“Because you persecuted us for almost a century!” she exclaimed, exhausted. If he wanted to give her food she was more than eager to accept, but she had no intention of arguing much longer, knowing nothing she could say would change his mind. He didn’t care specifically about her, he was just doing his awful job, but then why did he have that wrinkle crossing his forehead again? Why didn’t he leave, or hit her, as any other Hound would’ve done? Maybe he was just curious, or maybe their interrogations weren't as cruel as the witches', but it surely was strange to bite into the bread he held between his fingers, her dry lips lightly brushing his fingertips. She chewed for a long time, slowly, trying to savour the taste of rye as much as possible. Though she doubted there might be anything better awaiting her north, she prayed this wasn't her last meal.
“Give some to the other too,” she whispered, her tone pleading. She didn’t think either of the young witches was capable of practicing the same magic she hadn’t been taught, but maybe if they’d been a little stronger they’d be able to come up with a plan.
“I can’t risk it, I’m sorry,” he murmured, but before he disappeared on the deck again, Dania swore she saw a hint of regret in his blue eyes.
#steve rogers bingo 2022#werewolf steve rogers#beta steve rogers#steve rogers x original female character#multi chapter#but you can read the first one as a stand alone too#tw: mention of rape#tw: mention of slavery#tw: mentions of murder#strong language
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midas is king (and he holds me so tight)
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by FloraNina
Odin stared down at his child. Useless from the very beginning, he mused. But there was one positive — an omega would be far easier to control. His disappointment of a child would not be entirely worthless.
Thor is born as an omega. This throws a wrench in Odin’s plans, but he comes up with an easy solution — simply lie and tell everyone that he’s an alpha.
Until it becomes far more politically expedient to tell the truth. By forcing him to marry Loki. Without either of their consent.
Words: 2353, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English
Fandoms: Thor (Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Categories: M/M
Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Volstagg (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Fandral (Marvel)
Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Angst, Mutual Non-Con, Omega Thor (Marvel), Alpha Loki (Marvel), Forced Relationship, Bad Parent Odin (Marvel), Mediocre Parent Frigga (Marvel), Protective Loki (Marvel), Intersex Thor (Marvel)
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Angel
by SetInStony
What if Tony Stark had a little brother?
Explore this extremely self-indulgent story of Y/N, spanning the entire Infinity Saga as you embark on an adventure with the Avengers.
Words: 3821, Chapters: 1/150, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Happy Hogan, James "Bucky" Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Loki (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Jane Foster (Marvel), Korg of Krona, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Friday (Marvel), Ultron (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel)
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Pietro Maximoff/Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Howard Stark/Maria Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Reader-Insert, male reader - Freeform, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Reader, Howard Stark's Good Parenting, Team as Family, Domestic Avengers, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Lots of it, Major Character Injury, Not Really Character Death, Temporary Character Death
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Angel
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by SetInStony
What if Tony Stark had a little brother?
Explore this extremely self-indulgent story of Y/N, spanning the entire Infinity Saga as you embark on an adventure with the Avengers.
Words: 3821, Chapters: 1/150, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Reader, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Peter Parker, Howard Stark, Maria Stark, Happy Hogan, James "Bucky" Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Loki (Marvel), Brunnhilde | Valkyrie (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel), Scott Lang, Hope Van Dyne, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel), Okoye (Marvel), Peggy Carter, Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Jane Foster (Marvel), Korg of Krona, Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Friday (Marvel), Ultron (Marvel), Thanos (Marvel)
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Reader, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Pietro Maximoff/Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Howard Stark/Maria Stark, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Reader-Insert, male reader - Freeform, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Reader, Howard Stark's Good Parenting, Team as Family, Domestic Avengers, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Lots of it, Major Character Injury, Not Really Character Death, Temporary Character Death
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Isa Rune Poem Poster
Artist: Alpha Eoh
Poster for the old Norse rune I (Isa) and the rune poem associated with the rune.
Isa most commonly represents Ice.
Sources:
https://unsplash.com/photos/i4OHxtxiMtk
Source:
https://www.artstation.com/artwork/kgG60
#isa#isa rune#rune#runes#futhark#futhark runes#alpha eoh#elder futhark runes#elder futhark#rune art#rune designs#gifts of heimdall runes#gifts of heimdall
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Her Pack - Timestamp 1 (3 years)
Summary: Being the packs' omega isn’t always easy.
Pairing: Alpha! (Werewolf) Steve Rogers x Omega(fem) Reader; Alpha! (Werewolf) Bucky Barnes x Omega(fem) Reader; Alpha! (Werewolf) Thor Odinson x Omega(fem) Reader
Warnings: angst, language, mentions of smut/claiming, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, pack dynamics, breeding kink, fluff
A/N: Takes place two years after Pawn Sacrifice.
Catch up here: Pawn Sacrifice
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His vibranium hand is clutching your panties tightly, ready to push them into his face to inhale your scent deeply. He growls low in his throat, remembering the way you were writhing on his knot, begging him to breed you.
That was a few weeks ago. Now everything is different.
“I’m telling you, we gotta breed her fast,” a snarl escapes the alpha’s lips, indicating he’s not happy about his friend’s demands. “Y/N is ours. She needs to be bred soon.”
“No,” the brunette twirls around, your panties still in his hand. “If anyone breeds her, it’s me. But,” he sighs, eyes dropping to the dirty fabric in his hands, “she’s mad at all of us thanks to the idiot over there.”
The last alpha finally turns his attention toward his companions, snarling in their direction as Bucky dares to glare at him. “I did nothing wrong,” Thor growls loudly. He wipes his sweaty face with his shirt, grinning as the others give him dirty looks. “Leave me alone.”
“You tried to mate her right in front of the others,” Steve raises to his full height to intimidate Thor, who smirks, amused. “And now, our omega didn’t leave the queen's room for days.”
“She loved it,” Thor whips his head toward the door parting you from your alphas, whining as you refuse to talk to them. “Our omega came so hard.”
“Y/N is mad at all of us. She believes it was our idea to breed her right there, in the middle of our get-together with the pack,” the fight threatens to get out of hands as Bucky jumps at Thor.
“Buck, fuck! Stop fighting with Thor. She will never talk to us again if we keep on acting like alphas in a rut. Y/N wants us to apologize and act like gentlemen,” Steve tries to part the angry alphas, fights them only to end up between them, throwing punches at both.
“ENOUGH!” you growl low in your throat, stomping your foot. “You should think about amends and take care of your omega. But no, my alphas prefer to fight. I’m disappointed.”
“Omega, my little dove,” Thor wiggles in Steve’s grip, fights to break free to crawl toward you. The tall alpha wraps his arms around your waistline, whining to earn your forgiveness. “No one saw you when I filled you, Y/N.”
“Alpha!”
“We are sorry, doll,” Bucky caves in. He refused to beg for forgiveness, knowing it was Thor’s fault you got mad at them. “Thor is an idiot. He tried to mate you without our allowance.”
“James Buchanan Barnes,” glaring at the brunette you try to ignore Thor nuzzles his face into your belly. “Stop pretending you didn’t join him moments later. All of you took a turn.”
“You smelled so good and were,” closing his eyes Steve recalls that night, “ready to take our knots. I could not resist your sweet scent, baby doll.”
“Heimdall saw us,” Thor gets back up to scoop you into his strong arms, making you squeal. “Thor, I’m still mad at you! You cannot do such a thing.”
“He didn’t dare to watch us mate you,” this time Bucky tries to convince you to give in. “Let us bring you to our room and scent you. Please, doll.”
“Omega, give in, and let us make things up to you,” Steve finally steps closer to cup your cheek. “We are sorry we could not control our instinct. All of us are addicted to you.”
You purr, smiling softly as your alphas crowd you. “Bring me back to our room. I demand cuddles and your warmth. I want you to never do such a thing again.”
Bucky quirks his brow in a silent question. “Uh, but we can still mate in private…right?” he begs. “Doll?”
“I demand your knots too…and cuddles. Lots of it…”
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About Loki (Jotun but living on Asgard) and his human mate (here)
For him, her smell is so sweet and attractive that he really believes for a long time that she is an Omega.
Except that no one else smells that scent he’s talking about, seeing that she is human and not understanding what Loki is doing.
Odin and Frigga, who are real mates themselves, guess there is a misunderstanding, while Y/N is really depressed by her situation.
Loki treats her badly, she says. In fact, Loki treats her like an Omega. An Omega would be very happy. Not a human.
The parents decide to separate them, the time to talk to Loki to explain his mistake. The God of Mischief doesn’t understand, he doesn’t want to believe he was wrong and mean to his mate. Y/N takes the opportunity to flee, but of course there is no way to leave Asgard, and Heimdall can spot her anywhere.
When she returns to the palace, Loki apologizes, saying that he understands a little better now why she was behaving strangely, he thought she just lacked discipline or that she liked being a bit rebellious to be punished, but he'll do research on humans, and never scare her again.
Y/N doesn't believe it. He hurt her. There is no justification for that.
To help her understand, Frigga shows her an Omega. She does so without telling Loki, who panics when she sees that her mate is no longer in her room.
Y/N is still not convinced when he finds her. To say that the Omegas are made to be dominated by the Alphas reminds her of certain human speeches, claiming that depending on the gender or skin colours, some people were inferior.
Loki tries to explain to her that it's different, it's biological, an instinct, and even if we didn't tell them anything, the Alphas would behave like Alphas, and the Omegas like Omegas. But maybe worse, they still learned communication and respect.
Loki apologized again, saying he was attracted to her, to her scent, he didn't think. It was stronger than him, he had to have her, because she is his. His mate. He cannot live without her.
Y/N still runs away anyway. This time Heimdall comes to see her, and asks her if she wants to return to Earth. He is ready to help her, with the agreement of King Odin. If she doesn't want to stay, they won't force her.
"But... Loki is going to die." she said timidly.
"Uh ? No."
"What a… He said he couldn't live without me !"
"In a way. He won't want anything anymore. He won't have another partner, no child. He will live in shame and despair, knowing that he hasn't been a good mate, that he scared the one intended for him. Forever."
"... It's worse. Ugh. Please take me back to the castle."
Loki doesn't dare touch her, talk to her or even look at her when she arrives. He's glad she's still here, but he's afraid to do something again to scare her away, and he couldn't stand it.
So while he continues to research how an Alpha should treat a human mate to make them happy, Y/N tries to get to know him better, so that at least they become friends.
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Omega Mine
TITLE: Omega Mine
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 52/?
AUTHOR: nekoamamori
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Loosely based on: Imagine Loki discovers the Avengers have an omega who has healing powers living with them. He’s an Alpha and he wants her, badly.
RATING: M
NOTES/WARNINGS: Also on AO3 click here
You couldn’t believe your eyes as the rainbow bridge carried you to Asgard. The lights were bright and the colors were more intense than anything you’d ever seen on Earth. You clung to Loki and wondered briefly if you were going to puke. It felt like you were going to puke. Your stomach couldn’t decide if it was flying out of your mouth or falling out of your bottom. You hoped it would stay still. It would be embarrassing beyond anything else to vomit on Loki’s shoes.
So you swallowed and prayed that your stomach would settle soon.
Loki’s arms remained around you the entire time, grounding you and keeping you safe through the journey. He did not seem at all concerned about the safety of his shoes from you vomiting, which was way more credit for yourself than you gave you at that moment.
What seemed like both an eternity and no time at all later, you stepped out of the Bifrost and into a large circular room where a man with amber eyes was standing behind a giant sword. He shifted the sword and the Bifrost closed behind you.
You took a moment to adjust to the new realm, to take in your surroundings. It felt different, you could tell from the moment you arrived that you were no longer on Earth. You could quite put your finger on the difference. The air tasted different, felt different. It was brighter, clearer, so much more.
Loki chuckled at your reaction to the feel of the realm. “It’s the magic in the air that you’re feeling, Elskling,” he explained. “Asgard is full of magic where Midgard does not,” he was patient as he spoke to you, but not condescending, not like most Alphas would be to an Omega.
The man with the sword nodded to Thor and Loki. “Welcome home, highnesses,” he told them in his deep voice. He nodded to you with a gentle doting smile. Definitely an Alpha with that look. It wasn’t predatory, or like he wanted to claim you. You were already claimed. It was more like the look you’d get from a grandfather, caring and warm. “Welcome to Asgard, Lady Omega,” he greeted you.
“Heimdall is the gatekeeper of the realm, protecting us from threats,” Loki explained while Thor returned the greeting. Loki led you from the room to the Bifrost bridge where horses were waiting. It wasn’t hard to tell which one was Loki’s, as it was also wearing golden horns.
You couldn’t pay much attention to the horse at the moment, though, as you were taking in the beauty of the realm. It was full of so much gold and magic and was so much better than anything you could have imagined.
Loki chuckled and easily lifted you onto the horse’s saddle. “You’ll have plenty of time to gape later, little Omega,” he said fondly as he swung up gracefully behind you. Thor was mounting his own horse with the grace of long experience. “I’ll give you a proper tour once we’ve presented ourselves to… Father,” you caught the slight hesitation before he said the word. His relationship with Odin was strained to put it lightly. You knew how much effort it took for him to call Odin his father after everything Odin had done, after all the lies, shit parenting, all the trauma. You could also see how much he hated it.
But it was the price for him to be home. To be able to introduce you to his beloved mother, to be on the realm he’d been raised on again.
So he would play the proper prince and try to stay on Odin’s good side.
You leaned up and kissed his cheek. He gave you a gentle smile, acknowledging your comfort and support for what it was in that little gesture you’d told him all he’d needed to know. You were by his side, no matter what Odin had in store.
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Masterlist
⚠️ Warning: 18+ I am an adult therefore all of my work has adult themes, minors do not engage with anything please and thank you.
A/N: Figured I finally had enough works to create one of these. I will do my best to keep this updated.
A/N: Also, idk if this needs to be said, but I mostly only write for my demographic - black females. This has been my disclaimer/notice.
Last updated: 11/19/23
🥰 - fluff
🥲 - angst
🥵 - smut
* - standalone
** - (part of a) series
+ - 18+ themes in the work/has 18+ chapters
🚫 - Discontinued
Pre-established Characters
M’Baku
Protector of Her Heart 🥰🥲🥵**+
Sacred Light 🥰🥲*
Sam Wilson
My Hero 🥲*
🚫What’s Yours, Is Mine, Is Ours 🥰🥲🥵**+
Heimdall
Alpha and Omega🥰🥲🥵**+
Erik N'Jadaka "Killmonger" Stevens
I Meant That Shit 🥲🥵*+
Bucky Barnes
That Good Sleep 🥰*+
🚫What’s Yours, Is Mine, Is Ours 🥰🥲🥵**+
Steve Rogers
🚫Just The Right Time 🥲**+
OC's
Blood
Between Twilight 🥵+
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Lord Of The Lake
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3b31WCX
by Murder_Kitten
Loki finally has an Alpha who makes him feel desired, rather than dominated. It's a fine line to walk, particularly for James Barnes, who has spent years learning more about being dominated and bent to the will of others than he'd care to think about. There's a whole new world for an Asgardian prince and a former assassin to navigate, but within that world, they have exactly what they need: each other.
Words: 1753, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Frigga | Freyja (Marvel), Odin (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Warriors Three (Marvel), Heimdall (Marvel)
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki
Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Omega Loki (Marvel), Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Courtship, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Knotting, Claiming Bites, Bottom Loki (Marvel), Other Additional Tags to Be Added
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3b31WCX
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Full Mobile Masterlist
*** Means Smut and/or trigger warnings in fic
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Alpha Magnetize
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Thankful For Tequila
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I Do, But Only To You
Better Left Unsaid ***
Ice Cream and Grass Stains *
Over The Hill ***
Packing Peanuts **
Making Amends *
Winters Warmth - Part 1, Part 2 ***
Star Me Kitten ***
The Things We Do For Mexican Food
Loki x Reader
Mischief, Meet Your Match (124,127k words) *** (Completed)
Mischief & Madness ** (Ongoing)
Blood Bound - (Bucky x Reader + Loki x Reader) *** (On Hiatus until October 2020)
Turning Tricks ***
One Shots and Mini Fics
Cloaks and Daggers
The Rain Falls And So Do I ***
Fall For You
Christmas Delivery Part One, Part Two
Steve x Reader
My Big Fat Fake Wedding - Part 1 *
Without Me (also a Bucky x Reader)
No Good Deed
Tony Stark x Reader
Inevitable
Human ***
Clint Barton x Reader
Starved To Death
Natasha x Reader
We Are Family
Waving Through A Window
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Friends In High Places
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Just Like Animals (Super Psycho Love)
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by Serene_sama94
Las almas destinadas existen e incluso la ciencia se ha encargado de demostrarlo, Ésa es la ecuación de Dirac, que describe el fenómeno de entrelazamiento cuántico: ‘Si dos sistemas interactúan uno con el otro durante un cierto período de tiempo y luego se separan, lo podemos describir como dos sistemas separados, pero de alguna manera sutil están convertidos en un solo sistema. Uno de ellos sigue influyendo en el otro, a pesar de kilómetros de distancia o años luz’. Esto es el entrelazamiento cuántico o conexión cuántica. Dos partículas que, en algún momento estuvieron unidas, siguen estando de algún modo relacionadas. No importa la distancia entre ambas, aunque se hallen en extremos opuestos del universo. La conexión entre ellas es instantánea.
El destino no se equivoca, no hay otra forma de describir la forma en la que esta manada veía la vida, no necesitaban ser creyentes o supersticiosos para saber que cada una de las situaciones presentadas en sus vidas tanto las buenas como las malas tenían una razón de ser, les había llevado a donde se encontraban ahora y todo comenzó gracias a los engranes del destino que se aseguraron que dos personas, dispuestas a todo por mantener su felicidad a salvo...
Words: 4504, Chapters: 4/36, Language: Español
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi
Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff, Vision (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, James "Bucky" Barnes, T'Challa (Marvel), Stephen Strange, Aldrich Killian, Justin Hammer, Obadiah Stane, Senator Stern (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Alexander Pierce, Nick Fury, Thaddeus Ross, Gamora (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), Drax the Destroyer, Heimdall (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Mantis (Marvel), Scott Lang, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Hela (Marvel), Fenrir (Marvel), jormundgander, Maria Stark-Rogers, Peter Stark-Rogers, harley stark-rogers - Character, theodor banner-romanoff, luna barton-maximoff, william barton-maximoff, Wade Wilson, Harry Osborn
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Thor Odinson/Loki Laufeyson, Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Vision, Pepper Potts/James "Rhodey" Rhodes
Additional Tags: Toxic Relationship, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Multiple Pairings, Multiple Relationships, Non-Consensual Touching, Daddy Kink, Multiple Orgasms, multiple kink, Light BDSM, Blood and Violence, Obsessive Behavior, Semi AU
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