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woodelf68 · 2 years

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A Mother's Comfort

@lokijiro prompted "Baby Loki has a tendency to take more milk than he needs, which makes him throw up sometimes.

Frigga can’t help but wonder if this is a consequence of the days he spent in hunger. Also on AO3

After the first day, Frigga had a better idea of how much milk he could take at a time and had the kitchens send bottles with less milk to start with. It seemed to be a good amount, as Loki didn't cry for more when he'd finished his bottle, but he did still keep sucking at the rubber teat, and Frigga remembered that as a baby, Thor would keep sucking until she either unlatched him or he fell asleep at her breast, finding comfort in the action. And Thor, she thought darkly, had not been left alone to starve to death in the elements; who knew how long it would be before Loki forgot that experience? Who knew how long he had lain there, his cries unheard, before Odin had found him? Her little war child deserved all of the comfort that she could offer him. And though he seemed content enough...

She slipped a finger into the corner of Loki's mouth and broke the suction, pulling the bottle's teat out of his mouth. "Here, let me take that. No, shh, you can have it back if you want, but let's see if I can give you something better than an empty bottle." Loki made his displeasure known as she briefly set him back down in his basket but she made quick work of the laces on the front of her gown, glad she was wearing this style. As well as the herbal tea that she had started drinking to bring in her milk, Eir had given her an oil-based infusion to massage into her breasts as well, as often as convenient through the day, and that meant gowns that hooked or laced up the back and needed help to remove were no longer practical. She had just started wearing them again, too, having finally fully weaned Thor less than two months before Loki's arrival. Even when he'd stopped needing her for food, her usually rambunctious toddler had been reluctant to give up his naptime feeding, still wanting that closeness and cuddling when he was sleepy. And now she had a new hungry chick to feed. Ah well, those gowns would still be there when this one was grown into a strong and sturdy little boy like his brother was now, but she would only have this one chance of developing that kind of close bond that formed between a nursing mother and her child.

"I've no milk for you yet," she told Loki, settling him comfortably in the crook of her arm, her arm supported by the pillow in her lap. "But if you don't mind sucking on a dry breast, it'll help bring it in all the sooner." And it would help prevent him from getting so used to the bottle that he had trouble switching to feeding at her breasts when the time came. She wondered if she would need to place a few drops of milk or honey on her nipple to entice him into latching on, but it wasn't necessary. As soon as she guided his mouth to her breast his lips parted automatically and a moment later he had latched on securely and was once again sucking contentedly, seeming unconcerned when he didn't get the reward of milk for his efforts.

"Oh, that's it," Frigga crooned, her heart rejoicing that she could give this to him, at least she could offer him this comfort. "You're going to be a good nurser, aren't you?" She huffed out a laugh. "You know, if you had only come a little sooner, I would still have had milk for you." But nay, she thought, if he had been born sooner, perhaps Odin would not have been there to find him in time. She shivered at the thought of there having only been a dead body to find where a live child had been. It made her more certain than ever that the Norns had had a hand in this, that Loki had been meant to be her child, hers and Odin's. "Well, never mind," she told Loki softly. "Perhaps the milk will come back in more easily for having so recently stopped. And I suppose it was nice to have a little break, however short." It felt good, his sucking, and she felt herself slipping into that calm, quiet place where it was just herself and the child in her arms, inextricably linked. And it would feel even better when her breasts were heavy with milk, she knew, still able to clearly remember the rush of milk letting down in response to a child's demands and the relief as the pressure from a full breast eased. She nuzzled her new son's head, breathing in the sweet baby scent of him. "That's my good boy," she said softly. "I've got you. My new sweet son. I promise you'll not go hungry again nor have your cries go unanswered as long as I an here to come to you." She traced the curve of his soft cheek, his blue eyes open and fixed upon her. "You're safe now, you're home."

#ficwoodelf #a mother's comfort #thor and loki's childhood #tumbler prompt fics #loki #frigga #marvel fic #lokijiro #things that i wrote instead of sleeping #or working on the WIPs in my drafts #whoops #and then spent an even longer time editing as usual #but my muse belongs to kid thor and loki right now #and i had to get it as perfect as possible #my search history looks like that of an expectant mother lol #i had thought sucking on an empty bottle would give a baby gas but apparently not

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mrs-dragneel-stark-solo · 4 years

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Unforseen Chasm (Part 71)

Final part of Unforseen Chasm

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together. Word Count: 2358 Warnings: epilogue of sorts, happy endings for all parties, super-powered children, Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my other fic series). first major Collab with my best friend @thorne93 what was first a simple “what if” moment turned into a two year writing session and I’ve never been more prouder of myself than when i started my first series. goes through most of the MCU plots there are some changes to accommodate for what we wanted and there is a bit of a crossover between the MCU and other characters. I hope you guys enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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Life moved forward, rather than lateral.

Steve returned the stones on time to their original timelines. He apparently spent a life with Peggy in one of them, but returned still fresh and young as always. He’d done this all before your wedding in fact.

Tony, Shannon, and Bruce stayed in their cabin that they’d built during the snap. It was a beautiful piece of property, with everything they’d wanted in a home, and had no desire to leave. All three of them could work from home, build their family, and they did so.

Tony said he retired from the hero game. Of course, if The Avengers or anyone needed him, he’d be there in a heartbeat, but for the most part, he was going to let the next generation take them on.

Shannon for the most part was a stay at home mom but if she was needed during an emergency or crisis she was the first one to get called to help. She also balanced a way to be with her kids while they attended Charles Xavier school by becoming a trainer for those who had powers similar to her vast collection of powers.

Bruce still did his research, driving into the city when need be, but Tony’s technology made it virtually needless to go in. He’d found a way to be able to marry Shannon but was still waiting for the right moment to ask her. He’d already spoken with Tony and was given the okay for it.

All four of their children were doing exceptionally well. Peter was top of his class at his graduation, valedictorian. Morgan was on the honor roll and even had a few of her own inventions that were up for funding. She was just as smart as her parents already. Natalia and Mason-Alexander (the twins) were turning three and showing signs that just like their parents they too had powers of their own completely different from their mother and unique to them.

When you and Loki returned to New Asgard from your honeymoon, your whole lives lay ahead of you. You had your physics that you could return to, perhaps starting a lab here, or maybe going back to New York. Loki could have stayed working with Strange at the sanctum, each of them protecting the time stone and other priceless relics. But neither of you had really thought about your future or work or anything. You’d been so busy living in the moment, in the now, you haven't given your future any thought, really.

Thor came to give you your wedding present.

“Welcome back,” Thor said happily as he and Valkyrie approached you from atop one of the roads back into town. The sea was on your right, down a steep grade, the mist washing up around your face.

“Thank you, it’s good to be back,” you replied as you held Loki’s hand.

“I’m glad to hear you say that, because I wanted to go ahead and give you your wedding present.”

You and Loki exchanged a look of anticipation.

“What would you say to being Asgard’s new King and queen?” he asked with a plucked up smile.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor.

“What? But--but, Valkyrie has been handling it. She’s been in charge, and you’re rightful heir. With Loki’s past and my--”

“Well, first of all,” Valkyrie started with a smile, “I’ve been in charge because I have to be, not because I want to be.”

“And it’s time for me to stop being who I think I’m supposed to be, and be who I’m meant to be,” Thor agreed. “I’ve already spoken with Valkyrie--”

“And we think it’s best if I step down, and restart the Valkyrie program. I could be the leader for your army.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you gasped. “I feel like we’re...stealing this from you. You deserve to be ruler,” you said with urgency.

“No, I think you two do,” she said with sincerity. “Loki risked his life for Asgard when Hela came. He saved its people, and you saved the universe, risking your life.”

“We will do this,” Loki suddenly said in a cool voice, his face looking defiant. “Only if,” he continued, before suddenly flashing a warm smile, “you agree to be our political advisor as well. We will need someone with experience to help us.”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” she said with a dazzling smile.

After that day, it felt clear and right that being home with your Asgardian people was the best choice. Guiding them felt right, helping them make a better community felt good. You and Loki took the rank extremely seriously. It wasn’t just a role of royalty being handed down, but a way to honor his loving mother and your parents, and a way to give back to the people. Everyone was happy when you and Loki were crowned, and supported Thor in his endeavors as well. Valkyrie did her best and helped all the time to discuss and guide the issues of the community.

While being King and Queen was a full time responsibility, you felt you still had other debts to pay.

The Avengers training picked back up, but it got a few more recruits. Loki, you, Peter, and a few others had signed up for proper training. Once a good foundation was set for how you and Loki were running things in New Asgard, you would return to New York to begin your formal training. The agreement was that if New Asgard was in dire need, you’d return to it, but everything ran pretty much hands off in the community now.

On your first day, Pietro, Wanda, Sam, Bucky, Loki, Peter, Shannon, Carol, Scott, Hope, and Rhodey were all there.

Steve stood before you all, giving a quick speech about why you were here, what it meant to be an Avenger, and that being one didn’t mean you always saved the day. In the training room hung two portraits of Natasha and Vision, honoring their sacrifice for the fight to win back the universe.

Tony stood in the background, behind Steve. You wondered why he was here, but of course, his wife and son were there so naturally he wanted to be there to share the first day.

“With that being said,” Steve informed, a look of mischief crossed his face, “I’d like to give the first task to Bucky.”

Bucky frowned but walked forward anyway. All of you were equally confused.

“I’d like you to hold this shield, let me know how it feels,” Steve told Bucky with a bit of a grin.

“Feels heavy, and like it belongs to you,” he responded with a bit of shyness.

“Well, it doesn’t, it belongs to you now,” he said. With that, he turned to everyone. “In fact, this whole program belongs to all of you now. I’m retiring, and I think I'm leaving it in perfectly capable hands. Sam and Bucky will take over as the leaders of the operation, with Shannon overseeing it all. Recruits, it’s your job to follow their every instruction, it may not only save your life one day, but the universe too.” He shot you a tiny smile and nod, to which you returned. “As you know, Tony is retired, Clint has retired, Thor is out exploring the universe, and now with me, it’ll all be on all of you. I wish each of you luck. And as I once said to a very dear friend, no matter what. I promise you, if you need us, if you need me, I'll be there. Avengers, it’s time to assemble.”

He smiled to everyone, nodded once, then turned around. Tony put his hand on Steve’s shoulder as they walked out of the compound.

“Let’s go get lunch,” he said.

“You’re buying,” Steve responded. “I’m retired, gotta watch my budget.”

“Moocher,” Tony replied.

Sam and Bucky stood in front of the group.

“You guys heard him, hop to!” Sam ordered. “Let’s hit the gym everyone!”

With that, the group of you all walked over to the gym, with you and Loki hand in hand.

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You and Loki were standing in the restored castle you’d found on the island, you on the balcony of the bedroom. Both of you staring out over the sparkling ocean. The two of you were on your scheduled vacation from Avengers training, and Sam and Bucky respected that you did have a small nation to lead.

Life continued on for all of you. When you weren’t training at the compound, you and Loki took trips to the sanctum to have tea with Stephen and Wong. Sometimes, for an extended weekend, you’d visit Clint and his family. Wanda visited you in New Asgard a few times, and the two of you would go out on the town, and sometimes Shannon would come, bringing Morgan with her - it’d turn into a girls day out.

Bucky, Sam, you, and Loki all got rather close as well. You all enjoyed practicing combat and Bucky seemed to really enjoy the knife fighting with Loki - those two gave each other a run for their money. A few times, all of the Avengers shared a movie night, a bowling night, a trivia night. Steve and Bucky beat everyone in history, for the most part.

If you weren’t training or helping out Tony and Bruce at Stark Industries with some of your physics knowledge, then you spent time with Shannon and her family. Tom and Diane adored being grandparents, and you and Loki spoiled the kids. It was absolute heaven. Life had finally become happy. It was far from normal, but it was filled with love and happiness, and that’s all you ever wanted.

“You look radiant, my queen,” he mused from behind you as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

“Thank you,” you said blissfully as you stared out. “Would you have done anything differently?” you asked.

Loki rounded around you and got in front of you, putting his hands on the small bump on your stomach. “Of course not, why would you ask that?”

You shrugged simply. “Sometimes I wonder if, well perhaps if you felt trapped or stuck with me. When I jumped after you all those years ago, we weren’t dating. We hadn’t even shared our first kiss yet. So I wonder if perhaps you chose me by default.”

He gave you a soft smile as he stared at you, his hands going to either side of your face. “Y/N, I had thousands of years before we met again to look for someone else. I had ample opportunity to leave you after our imprisonment. I’ve never wanted anyone but you, that has never changed, and it never will.”

You nodded, understanding him. As long as he knew he did have a choice in this, that was all you wanted.

“I’ve wondered the same thing, though. If your decision to jump was made in haste, and after all that time, you just felt as if I were your best option. As if perhaps, if you didn’t stay with me, jumping, losing your freedom, and everything else that went with it, would’ve been for nothing,” he admitted.

“You did?”

He nodded. “Yes. It ran through my mind a few times that maybe if I didn’t propose on the day I came back if you would’ve weighed your options with Remy some more. So one day, I asked Stephen what all those possibilities looked like. Out of those 14 million outcomes, how many of them you chose me in.”

“And?” you breathed, curious to find out, your heart beating rapidly.

“All of them,” he assured with a twinkle in his eye. “He told me that out of all of the futures, you loved me in every one of them, and chose me time and time again.”

You gave him a warm smile. “I’m not surprised,” you mused. “Maybe we should ask him about the future of this little Asgardian,” you said with a bit of a laugh.

“We don’t need him to tell us that future. I already know we will give them everything we always wanted,” he vowed. “I promise.” He got up and kissed you firmly. “Between the two of us, there’s nothing we can’t conquer. Besides, between us, The Starks, Thor, and the other Avengers, this baby will already have ten times the family we did growing up. This baby will be more loved and spoiled than any in existence.”

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” you hummed happily. “I love you,” you quietly said as you stared at him.

“And I love you, Y/N,” he promised with the warmest grin you’d ever seen.

“We’d better get down there,” he reminded. “Shannon and the rest of them just got here. They’ll be waiting on us.”

In just a few minutes, your world would change again, letting in your loved ones on your happy news.

Shannon, Bruce, and the rest of the Starks came to visit you all. You hadn’t told anyone you were pregnant yet, it was to be a surprise. You couldn’t wait for her reaction though, because Loki was right, you knew as a sister she’d go absolutely off the walls happy for you, but not to mention so would several other people that were now family to you.

What seemed like lifetimes ago, Tony, Bruce, were nearly strangers. You all were friends, but nothing compared to what you’d gone through now. Heck, all of the Avengers. People you regularly spoke to, worked with, and relaxed with were once people you hardly knew. Now you couldn’t imagine your life without them (sadly, some of them you didn’t have to imagine, thanks to the snap). They completed your world, they completed you.

This baby, and you and Loki for that matter, had a home, had people who cared for you and loved you deeply. In fact, you had multiple places to call home: the compound, the Stark Cabin, New Asgard.

And you owed it all to your best friend Shannon, and the love of your life Loki - they were your better halves.

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Second Note: I just want to thank every single person who has followed along with us through out this entire series! seeing all of you enjoying this series has really brought my spirits up throughout this shitty time. a special thanks to my Best friend @thorne93 for putting up with my antics and procrastination throughout the writing time. by far the best time I've ever had writing with someone else. stay tuned in for the next cowritten series by us!

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sassycassie-s-writing · 6 years

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Proved Him Wrong

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): Avengers - Peter Parker/Spider-Man & Loki

Rating: PG-11 (minor violence)

Original Idea: I don’t know what role Loki will take in Infinity War (trailer hadn’t dropped yet at the time I wrote this and I’m still avoiding trailers because Spoilers) so I just speculated.

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) Kinda fun, right? Teamwork!

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Peter and I leaned casually against the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the others file in silently. Tony was standing at the head of the conference table, also watching as others entered and took their seats. I had one ankle crossed over the other with my arms folded across my chest.

The Avengers all looked around at each other. “Who are we waiting for?” Natasha asked.

“The Asgardians,” Tony answered.

“Plural?” Clint protested.

The door opened.

Thor and Loki entered.

“Nuh-uh,” Natasha exclaimed. “Big, Blond, and Beautiful is fine but not Curvy Horn Head.”

“Well that’s all well and good, but Loki has inside intel on Thanos that we need. So he stays,” Tony retorted. “Sorry guys.”

Loki glanced over at me and Peter, and then looked over to Tony. “Man of Iron, may I ask you to ask your young servants to depart from the room? This is not information meant for the ears of children,” Loki requested. My mouth dropped and I raised one eyebrow.

“Oh these aren’t servants,” Tony countered.

“Yeah we’re not even interns,” Peter added. I was still mad.

“Excuse me?” I demanded. “We’re Avengers.”

“You two? You're children.”

“And you're what exactly? You certainly act younger than us.”

“Why you pathetic little—” Loki began to snarl.

“I’ll have you know I could punch you through that wall,” I snapped.

“ANYWAY!” Tony shouted, regaining the attention of the room.

The rest of the meeting was boring. It involved a PowerPoint from Tony and Loki pontificating about what he knew of Thanos for what felt like an hour—but was probably like five to ten minutes. Peter and I barely moved the entire time. I mean, we didn’t sit down even though we could have. Peter fidgeted a lot but I was pretty stock still except to pick at my fingernails once or twice.

I also was still fuming just a little bit that Loki didn’t think we belonged on the team because we looked young and seemed to be kids. Sure we were teenagers, but that didn’t mean we couldn’t be Avengers.

Though I supposed wearing my hair in pigtail braids didn’t exactly help my case of trying to look like I was old enough and mature enough to be a superhero. But the pigtail braids were practical.

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Peter and I strolled up the stairs into the rest of the building from the basement shop classroom. “No way!” I exclaimed. “In a hand-to-hand fight, the Winter Soldier would totally kick Falcon’s butt! Have you seen that metal arm? He has so many advantages tha—”

I was cut off by a loud THUD as we reached the populated hallways of the school. It was quickly followed by another. THUD.

Peter and I glanced at each other.

THUD.

Heavy footfalls.

The water in the bottle shoved into the pocket of someone’s backpack rippled—like a bad Jurassic Park reference.

I inhaled slowly and held my breath, listening for those footsteps.

“What is that?” Peter whispered.

I shrugged and flicked both my wrists, extending the triggers for my web-shooters out to my palms. Peter followed suit. We stood with our backpacks pressing against each other, listening to the footfalls and trying to find their source.

Our classmates started to notice.

“What’s that noise?”

“Am I hearing things?”

“Anyone else hear that?”

Then the footsteps stopped. Peter and I reached back, taking each other’s hands for a moment. Our senses were going crazy, alerting us to danger. Usually that sense was just a vague alert or a tingling on the back of our necks. But this one was loud warning bells, involuntary muscle tension, and racing heartbeats.

CRASH!

The wall down the hallway imploded, bits of bricks flying into a bank of lockers—barely missing a couple students—before crashing to the floor.

A man strode through the seven-foot hole. He was tall with overlong black hair, piercing icy blue eyes, and a thin pale face. He had on odd, otherworldly clothing and was obnoxiously familiar. I felt my nostrils flare in displeasure.

Loki.

Screams echoed off the lockers and brick as our classmates scrambled to get away from the Asgardian psychopath. If he was just trying to call us to an Avengers meeting, 1) Loki wouldn’t have been sent to get us, and 2) even if he was for some reason, he wouldn’t have blown up the wall. This was about conflict. Challenge. There was going to be violence.

Peter and I got a bit jostled as everyone pushed past us to get away. We were the only ones not fleeing for our lives. “Hope Ned and Michelle got out,” Peter whispered as the hallway cleared.

A fire alarm started blaring.

Peter and I dropped our backpacks to the ground, kicking them off to the side. I shed my hoodie and let it join them, revealing my arms and leaving my web-shooters exposed. “What’s this about?” I called to Loki, spraying some web onto my hand to thread it over the lower half of my face.

“Time to prove to the big boys that the little children can’t handle what’s coming for all of us,” Loki retorted.

I sighed. “Gee, you’d think we’ll need all the help we can get,” I mused sarcastically, both to Peter and Loki.

Peter snorted. Loki didn’t.

I rolled my eyes. “Alright. Let’s just get this over with,” I muttered.

Peter and I dropped into fighting stances, giving each other exasperated looks. “Just what we needed on the day our project was due,” Peter remarked.

An alert went off in my head on instinct. I pushed Peter away and ducked as a dagger flew between our heads—spinning through the air right where Peter’s face had been. We slid over the tile floor and braced our impact against the lockers with our hands. After gently bumping into the metal, we both straightened up, shot each other a quick look, nodded, and rushed at Loki. We knew he was a skilled fighter. We’d just have to prove that we were better. Or, at the very least, just as good as.

As we rushed at Loki, Peter followed my example and put a light amount of web over the bottom half of his face to cover up who he was in case anyone saw us and buttoned up his checked shirt just enough to hide the science pun on it.

To keep Loki distracted, I webbed his ankle and gave a hardy pull, knocking him off his feet with a surprised shout. I used the time he took to get back to his feet to push all of my hair together and coat it in a web to keep it out of the way. I knew I should have braided it that morning. Heaven forbid I ever wear my hair down the way I like it without a crisis arising.

I slid to a stop in front of the Norse “god” and planted a powerful punch that sent him stumbling back.

He looked up at me in alarm.

“Yeah. Stronger than I look,” I sneered.

I popped my knuckles loudly and stretched my neck as Peter caught up, swung from the ceiling, and kicked Loki in the chest with both feet. I followed Peter’s example, bouncing easily off a locker bank—denting the metal doors, whoops—and striking Loki in the face with my elbow.

Peter and I worked well with each other. Our similar powers and long history of friendship helped us know what the other was doing.

The fight dissolved into less smooth movements, though, as Loki retaliated.

Peter and I outnumbered him but he was powerful and tricky—in probably every sense of the word. I knew we were fighting him because his little illusions of himself weren’t this tangible. I'd seen an illusion figure kick a rock before, but every other time, something went right through it. And heck, that rock might have just been more magic.

Strikes like the ones Peter and I dealt to Loki that impacted meant he was very much there.

And it was very satisfying to finally deal blows on the man who didn’t think I was worthy of being an Avenger.

With two of us “Spiderlings”—as Tony called us—fighting against Loki, we ended up covering him with webs before taking him down. Literally.

I knelt on his chest, my elbow pressed into his throat, my webbed hair hanging over my shoulder. “Stay away from this place! There are innocent children here. Spider-Man and I may not be innocent children, but you will back off from our classmates. They're kids,” I snarled. “Understood?”

Loki made a choking noise.

“I’ll take that for a yes.” I looked over my shoulder where Peter was nursing his jaw from a punch by Loki. “Help me secure him,” I requested. Peter nodded. He stumbled forward. He probably took more hits than I had so I didn’t blame him for the stumble. He wrapped web lines around Loki’s wrists, binding them together.

“I'm going to call the others,” Peter whispered to me. “Keep watching him.”

I nodded, not taking my eyes off Loki. “No problem.”

Loki cocked his head. “There’s more to the two of you than meets the eye.”

I snorted. “So now are you going to believe that we’re worthy of aiding everyone in beating the heck out of Thanos?”

Loki sneered. “No,” he retorted. “The battlefield is no place for children.”

“Children who beat you?” I challenged. “Wow you're persnickety.”

Peter slid over to us. “They’re on their way.” He looked down on Loki. “And I heard your big brother isn’t happy, buddy. Sorry.”

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Tony, Thor, and Steve burst into the school only five minutes after Peter called them, some of the other Avengers following close behind. “Nice work, kids,” Tony complimented as Thor hauled Loki unceremoniously to his feet and began lecturing him about something—I only caught attacking children somewhere in there. I was kinda sick of being addressed as a child.

“Thanks,” Peter and I chorused.

“What was this about?” Steve asked.

“Loki wanted to prove to you guys that we weren’t ready to fight Thanos,” I explained. “But we beat him. Luckily he didn’t hurt any of our classmates.”

“Speaking of which,” Tony began, “you two better get out there and join that crowd before anyone gets suspicious of where you are.” Peter and I shared a slightly panicked look. We really didn’t need anyone else figuring out who we were.

“We’ll take care of this,” Clint assured us, glaring at Loki with narrowed eyes.

We nodded, simultaneously peeled the webbing concealing our faces off, wadded them into one big ball, and chucked it in the trash can. In a couple hours it would dissolve and no one would even notice it was there. Peter took my hand and dragged me out into the crowd of our evacuated classmates. No one even noticed that we came from inside the school or asked us any questions. “Guess being losers helps,” I remarked to Peter after pointing out no one realized we were missing.

Except Ned, who pushed his way over to us.

“Are you okay?” he hissed under the droning of hundreds of voices in varying degrees of concern.

“Yeah we’re fine,” Peter replied. “A little bruised maybe but I doubt anyone will notice.”

“What did he want?”

“To prove to the Avengers we weren’t worthy to be Avengers ourselves,” I grumbled bitterly. “We proved him wrong.”

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musingsby-night · 6 years

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Musings

Summary: In the wake of meeting his Soulmate, Thor muses on their new bond.

This one is chapter 3 in a series of vignettes of Thor and his Soulmate attempting to navigate their new life together. Read chapter 1 here, and chapter 2 here !

Pairing: Thor x OC

Warnings: fluff city y’all

Since the day that Thor’s Soulmark had formed on his arm, he had been utterly enamoured with the unknown woman. This mysterious Ellie Brookes, who was designed by fate to be his.

His Mother, Frigga, had sat her sons down one day and explained to them what their Soulmarks meant. Loki, ever the pessimist even at the tender age of nine, had loudly proclaimed that the entire Soulmate thing seemed altogether a bit droll. He had complained to his Mother that he had to have one at all; he said that he wished he did not have a Soulmark, that he was not interested in the mysterious woman who bore the name tattooed onto his flesh.

Thor and his brother were very different people. They had disagreed on many things over their long lives together, but never more so than on this. Thor simply could not understand his brothers utter disinterest, which persisted well into adulthood; since the day Thor’s own Soulmark had formed on his arm, it had been at the centre of his attention and the unknown woman had been at the centre of his universe.

Frigga had continued on to explain what they should expect when the time eventually came when they met their Soulmates. To feel not just yourself, but the presence of another just beneath your skin. To feel emotions at times that were not your own, to instinctively understand thoughts and knowledge that did not belong to you. To know and have ones Soulmate was, Frigga explained, to feel true peace.

…Eventually. The whole feeling-true-peace thing, apparently, would happen eventually.

To be brutally honest, the first few weeks of knowing ones Soulmate was borderline chaotic.

“The joining of two souls is no simple matter,” Frigga had told her sons seriously. “Until the point when you meet your Soulmates, your souls exist on their own. The second the two of you meet, your souls must stretch to accommodate the presence of the other. It’s not a comfortable experience.”

At the time, Thor had not fully understood.

Then, years later Thor had met Ellie Brookes during the battle of New York, and slowly he begun to understand exactly what his Mother had been trying to explain.

Thor didn’t really know what a soul was; he didn’t believe it to be a physical object, but in the weeks following his meeting with Ellie, he swore he could physically feel it deep inside of his chest, could feel his soul shifting to accommodate her own.

Thor knew that his Soulbond would settle soon enough (his Mother had assured him of this), but for the moment it just felt like a constant tightness deep in his chest. It felt as though a string had been coiled tightly around his organs, the other end of which was connected to Ellie, constantly pulling him in her direction.

Even when he was nowhere near Ellie, Thor swore that he could feel her. It felt strange, and a bit uncomfortable, but to feel Ellie was as natural as breathing.

The only time when the Soulbond felt truly calm was when he was in her presence. The further away he was, the more chaotic it felt- like the string was pulling tighter and tighter against him and causing a constant underlying feeling of strain. His body, his Soul, demanded to be close to her.

Unfortunately, this wasn’t always possible.

Ellie had told Thor that in Midgard, humans received a month of paid leave from work when they met their Soulmate. During this time their Soulbond was all over the place, making it hard for them to concentrate on anything, so Midgardian culture encouraged them to take time to allow their bond to settle.

Asgard had a similar rule. Six weeks unquestioned freedom from all roles and responsibilities, compensated by the King, to settle into their new Bond.

Thor, however, was not an ordinary Asgardian; he was the Prince. And as he quickly came to find out, his Soulmate was expected to be ranked second to his Princely duties.

After the destruction of the Bifrost two years ago, the nine realms had fallen into chaos without Odin’s armies to keep the peace. Groups of bandits capturing cities, armies leading campaigns to conquer planets…. Since the rebuilding of the Bifrost, Thor had been responsible for leading Asgard’s armed forces to restore the lost peace to the realms. These battles could forge on for weeks, if not months.

Then, when Thor wasn’t in another realm doing battle, his presence was demanded on Asgard to assist the Allfather to draw up new systems of rule in order to maintain the peace in the territories which Thor was winning back.

And then as if this wasn’t enough already, there was his pain in the goddamn ass brother who kept attempting to stage breakouts from his fucking prison cell. In between breakout attempts, Loki also kept encouraging riots among the rest of the prisoners as a form of personal entertainment.

To put it simply, Loki was (as per usual) being an enormous pain in Thor’s ass.

This was truly an awful time in Thor’s life. In all the hundreds of years he’d been alive, he’d never been so bogged down with responsibilities. And although Thor could never regret finally finding his Ellie, sometimes as he lay awake in his chambers in Asgard, billions of lightyears away from her and missing her so terribly his heart ached with it, he cursed the Fates for bringing her to him at the time when they did… at the time when he could never give her what she deserved.

Thor could acknowledge now that he’d always been a little bit naïve in how he thought about his Soulmate, prior to meeting her. In his head, Thor had always thought that his Soulmate would just fit into his life like a puzzle piece, slotting into place.

As it turns out, life didn’t really work like that. Ellie wasn’t an object for Thor to do with as he wished; she was a person, with her own life on Midgard. Just as he was a Prince, with his own responsibilities on Asgard and to the nine realms which needed to take priority right now.

Those were the facts, as Odin had presented them to him. Just because it was the truth though, didn’t mean Thor had to like it.

And he didn’t. He really didn’t. He just missed her. Missed her, and loved her, and Lord he just wanted her.

It had been 78 days exactly since the Battle of New York, since he had found his Ellie. And in that time, he’d only managed to spend a grand total of 22 days with her.

Those 22 days had been unarguably the brightest of his entire existence. Thor had been alive for 863 years, and yet nothing in his long life could compare to the joy his Soulmate brought to his days.

She was clever, his mortal. Odin, was she smart. She’d proven that on their fifth day together, three weeks after New York- a day which Thor was sure would remain forever one of his favourites with her.

Ellie had told Thor that she held a PhD in forensic archaeology and a second one in ancient mythology (which Thor was very impressed by when she explained to him what a PhD was, and the fact that it was irregular for a 24-year-old to be so qualified).

Her speciality? Norse mythology.

“Ever since I was a kid, I loved all the ancient myths,” she had confessed to him, her big blue eyes blinking up at him in the dim light. “I used to make my Mom and Dad read me the same stories, over and over again.”

She bit her lip, glancing down shyly. “There was one story I loved more than all the others. I was almost obsessed, I read it every single day, even when I got too old for those stories I couldn’t let it go,” she said, and Thor brought his fingers up to her chin, pushing her gaze back up to meet his.

“Which one was it?” he questioned, and she grinned rather cheekily.

“The story of the thunder God, Thor,” she revealed. “When my Soulmark manifested a few years later I thought it was the funniest coincidence.”

Thor hardly had words to respond to this. Ducking his head, Thor pressed his lips firmly against hers, and Ellie opened herself willingly to him. Threading his arms around her waist, Thor firmly clutched her hips and hoisted Ellie up onto his lap. Her surprise caused her mouth to open with a cry, and he took full advantage of her momentary surprise to press his tongue against hers.

He was completely overwhelmed with a need to be close to her, as close as he could possibly get. He wanted to merge his body with her own, to be so close that there was no longer any distinction between he and her. Before her Soulmark had appeared on her body, before she had ever even thought of him, her soul had been reaching out to him through the cosmos.

This was a thought which soothed him in his long days away from her.

But where she was clever, she matched it in toughness.

It wasn’t a brute physical strength like which Thor possessed, but a real strength of character. A conviction in herself which was rare, particularly among Midgardians. She’d shown this to him for the first time on their twelfth day together, six weeks after New York.

Thor had made a joking comment about her tiny stature (which he couldn’t exactly be blamed for- she was undeniably short, to the extent that it was almost possible to mistake her for a child from behind) and she’d verbally chewed him out so fiercely he’d been left well and truly apoogetic.

He’d watched her numerous times in their 22 days together fiercely stand up for herself and her beliefs to those who attempted to challenge them. Her ferocity in the battle of New York had been incredible to witness. Yes, despite her small stature, Thor’s Soulmate was quite the spitfire.

But she was also kind, too. He saw that in her on their seventeenth day together, eight weeks after New York, when Thor had arrived to her home and found her busy feeding a lost baby bird with an eyedropper and settling the small feathered creature in a nest she had made herself.

Her kindness shone out from her every day, in the friendly way she addressed complete strangers, in the care she showed to her loved ones, in the helpfulness she displayed to others almost constantly. Ellie was far kinder and sweeter than he himself had ever been.

Thor had dreamed of Ellie before he met her, pictured her in millions of different ways over the 863 years he’d waited for her, and yet the amalgamation of characteristics which made her exactly who and what she was were so lovely if he had had to wait a thousand more years to meet her, he still didn’t think his imagination would ever have come anywhere close to the real thing.

Every moment that he spent with her, he spent in awe of her.

And 22 days was not enough. She belonged to him, he deserved to have her every moment of every day, and more than once Thor had become so fed up with the distance that he’d come dangerously close to telling his Father that he was done, that he didn’t want the crown or the duties or the responsibilities, he just wanted her.

She missed him when he was gone, too. Missed him greatly, and wished beyond anything that he would stay with her. She would never say the words aloud though, remained careful to never once ask him to stay, and he silently had to thank her for that. She knew that it wasn’t fair to put that on him, and they both knew that the moment she spoke the words aloud, the moment she asked that of him, he’d never leave her side again.

If Ellie asked it of him, Thor would find a way to capture the moon and all the stars and present them to her as a gift. He was completely and utterly devoted to her, his fragile mortal Soulmate, and he would unquestionably do anything she wished of him. Even if that meant renouncing the throne of Asgard, renouncing his homeworld, and remaining forever with her here.

She knew the depth of his love, and so she dared not ask, could not ask it of him.

Thor was a Prince and God, responsible to his people and the nine realms his Father ruled. But Thor knew without any doubt in his mind that if it came down to it, he would trade his title, he would betray Asgard, and he would sacrifice every life in all the nine realms, all for the love of one single mortal girl.

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📖📷 💋 🔪 💌 💬 💀 (Doesn't all have to be the same verse c: )

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📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary. (from the POV of Loki talking to JARVIS to transcribe a recorded diary of sorts)

“I’m really not even sure what to do anymore, honestly. I know exactly how I feel about Wynter but if I cross that line… Damn. I shouldn’t be worried about crossing lines, should I? I should be worried about how someone else is going to interpret what I’m doing or if it’s wrong. I’ve never cared about that sort of thing with anything else. Hence all those scandals that are written about me in the tabloids and whether or not I’m this, that, or whatever…

“But with Wynter? I mean, she’s my employee, technically. Even I’ve never crossed that line before. I’ve never slept with someone who works for me, but then again, it’s not about sex with Wyn, is it? No… I want the whole deal. The relationship. The dates. The possibility to get married and have kids someday. I want all that.

“And yet, I’m so inexperienced with literally all of that. I don’t know what it’s like to date someone and be committed to them. I don’t know what it’s like to love someone and hold onto them for as long as I possibly can. I don’t… get it? More importantly, I don’t think anyone deserves to date someone like me. Gods, that would just make them miserable? That’s the last thing I’d ever want to do to Wyn. She must already be miserable working for me. How could she ever be happy being my girlfriend?

“I really am in a pickle here, aren’t I? A pickle… who ever says that anymore? What does that even mean?”

📷 for what my muse would say to the paparazzi about yours. (from the POV of Loki being questioned after Cap and her friends go missing)

“All I can say for certain is that I don’t know where Wynter is. I haven’t had contact with her since her disappearance. I have no information, nor do I have any contact with her. All I know for certain is that you’ve all turned this into a witch hunt. Captain America is a figure to be loved by all, but under that uniform is a person. A good person who always does right by her people. No matter where she is or what she’s doing, I believe in her.” A few reporters tried to get Loki’s attention, but he waved his hand to silence them. “No more questions, please. I have nothing else to say on the matter.”

💋 for what my muse would say to the person trying to woo your muse. (from the POV of Loki out on a date with Wynter)

“Wow…” Loki murmured, a brow arching in the mortal’s direction as he not only ordered a drink for Wynter, but came up alongside her and leaned against the bar to engage her in conversation. The way his eyes were glued to her chest indicated that he wanted something far more than just a simple, pleasant conversation. “You do realize that she is here with someone, right?”

“And your point is, pretty boy?” the stranger asked, his eyes only leaving Wyn for a moment to glare at Loki. “Trying to claim her like she belongs to you or something?”

“No. She doesn’t belong to me. She’s her own person and she doesn’t need me hanging around to prove how wonderful she is. Most of all, she deserves respect and judging by how you’re so keen on treating her like a pair of breasts, you have no respect for her at all.” He took up the drink that the man ordered for her as the bar tender set it down on the bar and sniffed it for a moment. His nose crinkled with displeasure. “And, if you’re really going to try to woo a woman, at least pay for the good liquor,” he added as he reached over and literally dumped the contents onto the shorter man.

🔪 for the eulogy my muse would give for yours. (from the POV of Loki being forced to bury Wynter after Midgard is attacked)

Mortal ceremonies of death were confusing to Loki. The concept of a typical funeral on Midgard was so vastly different from what he experienced that he didn’t really know what to do, how to present himself, or how to interact with the other people that showed up. All of his friends were there. They traveled all the way from Asgard to help fight Thanos’ attack on Midgard and when Loki’s fiance went down on the battlefield, not a single one of them could bring themselves to leave him.

In truth, he was thankful for that, because the moment his eyes fell upon her lifeless corpse splattered with her own blood and the blood of her enemies, his entire world shattered. He finally allowed himself to open up to another person, to love and accept love, and now that person who had given him so much was gone. There was nothing he could do to save her, nothing he could do that would bring her back in perfect condition. Any method he had to raise Wynter from the dead wouldn’t truly bring the woman back to life. She’d be a shell of her former self and he just…

Broke.

And now all eyes were looking at him to offer some words on Wynter’s behalf. He knew what to say because he felt in his heart everything there was to feel for the woman in the coffin at the head of the room, but he didn’t want to get up in front of all these people. They pitied him or they hated him or they blamed him. More than that, he wasn’t even sure he could speak. His voice left him the day Wynter died, hardly able to bring himself to say a word.

Slowly, he pulled himself to the small podium in front of the open casket. He paused near the edge of her coffin just so he could look down at her. She… looked like she was sleeping, more than anything, but that just made his heart ache more.

“I… I don’t really know what to say,” he started as he finally stood in front of the podium and rested his hands on it. “Normally, I never have an issue finding words. I can talk circles around just about everyone and everything, but now… I have so much to say but no voice to say it with.” And he wasn’t entirely wrong. His voice was quite and weak, hardly audible to the people in the back of the room.

“The woman behind me was the most important person in my life and she died protecting her home, her people, and people she didn’t even know. She died alongside heroes who will never be as much of a hero as she is. When I first met Wynter, I thought that I could just get to know her and hope to use her as some sort of ally, but it quickly became evident to me that nothing in the world would ever matter as much as she did. I never knew a single person more loving, forgiving, understanding, and passionate as Wynter. She held so much power and had so many opportunities to let darkness consume her, but never once did she fall from grace. She deserved better than this. She deserves to be here right now, celebrating with us in our victory instead of moving on to the next life. She…”

For most of his little speech, his voice had been low and quiet, but it was steady. Now, however, tears finally flooded his eyes. The reality of the situation had been on his shoulders since the moment he saw her body but now it hit him like a thousand of Thor’s hammers at once. Loki would never see Wynter again and he would likely live for thousands of years knowing that he couldn’t save her. Why did this keep happening to the people that he loved so much?

“I’m sorry… I can’t…”

Loki didn’t say another word before Fandral, the blonde scoundrel that Loki once harbored so much affection for, leaped to his feet and went to Loki’s side. He wrapped an arm around Loki and pulled him to his side. “I think Loki’s been through enough. Perhaps someone else has some kind words for our beloved Wynter?” the swordsman said to the crowd before slowly pulling Loki away from the podium and the casket. Loki, in his sorrow and his tears, couldn’t even begin to form a protest, so he stepped away with Fandral.

💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours. (from the POV of Loki being too damned shy to as Cap out on a date)

Dear Wynter,

Or Wyn… Or Cap…

I don’t want to sound too formal, but now I just sound like an idiot. Wow, okay, maybe I should have just done this in person. But I would have looked like an idiot then too. Okay, let me just cut to the chase and make this short since, apparently, I can’t do anything right.

Will you have dinner with me tonight? Not dinner-to-discuss-business. Not super-hero stuff. Just you. Me. A quiet little restaurant and a bottle or two of champagne? What do you say, Spangles?

💬 for a text my muse would send to yours to a third party. (from the POV of Fandral texting Loki about hooking up with him and Wynter… Again)

[ text; Fandral the Dashing Scoundrel ]; Honestly, Fan, I don’t know if Wynter’s going to be interested in doing something like that again or not. I’d have to ask her.[ text; Fandral the Dashing Scoundrel ]; I do know that she enjoyed herself a great deal but I don’t know that she’ll want to make it a regular thing, you know?[ text; Fandral the Dashing Scoundrel ]; If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re trying to steal her from me. That’s really rude and you absolutely cannot have her.

💀 for what my muse would say upon hearing about your muse’s death. (from the POV of Loki finding out the Cap died on one of her assignments)

“That’s… not funny, Nat…” Loki murmured, but Natasha, despite her sarcastic nature and the way she teased just about everyone, was dead serious about this. The assassin’s eyes reflected pain and deep sorrow, but she was firm and hard as she gazed at Loki, silently reassuring him that he words were not only true but the very fabric of reality.

“Oh my Gods, I… How?” That was all he could say, really, as that dreaded numbness spread from the reactor in his chest and down through his limbs. It wasn’t that he didn’t have more to say, the Avenger was just in shock and he couldn’t quite process the idea that Captain America–no, that Wynter, his friend, was dead and gone.

“What the Hel are we going to do, Nat? How can we even… go on? Why are we still here if she’s not? That’s not… that’s not right…”

#( main verse ; post avengers ) a sorcerer of no sorcery #( au verse ; iron man role reversal ) father of iron #c; wynter davenport #lxvingdeadgxrl #( ship ; lxvingdeadgxrl ) and if i seem dangerous would you be scared?#ask loki #answered prayers #{ man this took me a while to get through!#and i legit started crying during the eulogy one #that one gets me every time }#( ship ) loki x wynter

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