#cracked mjolnir

[scifirulez]

#mcu #marvel #thor #thor love and thunder #marvel thor #mcu thor #mjolnir #mcu mjolnir #thor mjolnir #jane foster #jane foster mjolnir #thor love and thunder mjolnir #cracked mjolnir #3d print #3d printed #concrete #concrete casting #Youtube

[nostalgia-tblr]

I watched Avengers: Age of Ultron (apart from I skipped some overly long action sequences) and I am not sure so can someone tell me whether or not Tony Stark was the baddy in that film? Because about halfway through I was sure he was but then it was maybe just an evil robot after all and I am confused because either this film was surprisingly subversive or it was about robots hitting each other.

#I CANT STAND THE CONFUSION IN MY MIND #also i get why people wrote wanda/sylvie. they should go on a wholesome chick-flick revenge-quest together. and also they should kiss. #also i am now only *half* joking about thor being in love with mjolnir #it kept doing Christianity Bits which was quite awks. #not sure why it used the bit about building the church on a rock for some metal i mean wasn't jesus making a pun there? about peter? #i think Vision might be Jesus? or else he's Dr Manhattan who's done a first year philosophy course. could go either way on that tbh. #BUT TONY WAS THE BADDY RIGHT? WAS HE? WAS TONY THE BADDY OR NOT???? #with the homocidal glitches in what he thinks is his winning personality? #and all the weapons he's made and is in fact still making but now he only sells them to The Good Guys? #except look how easily they fall out with each other and also don't a lot of innocent bystanders die in their overly long action scenes? #also i need to write fic about whether mjolnir does in fact obey some unknown code that can be cracked if you set your mind to it #she does like Robot Jesus so apparently we can rely on her to make the major decisions from now on #the ending's a bit ominous - apparently someone's collecting those TVA paperweights to do... something? Oh no! :O #yeah i watched the MCU in the wrong order shut up this was inevitable and Marvisney should just embrace that at this point #(i know 'Marvisney' will never catch on but that will not stop me using it) #the loki series ending is but the latest installment of “unlimited power with no oversight is fine as long as the Good people have it” #UNLESS TONY WAS ACTUALLY THE BADDY. WHICH AS I MENTIONED I AM NOT AT ALL CLEAR ON. #maybe what i mean is was tony stark the baddy *on purpose*? #i only picked this one to watch next because tumblr gifsets told me thor wears a nice coat in it #which he does! but only for a small fraction of the film :( #journey into the mcu #the avengers (the marvel ones not the other ones)

[somewherebetweenrage]

#erik says fair enough #but also wouldn't it be funny to see all of them just squished #tho i have to say canonically he can't /lift/ mjolnir but he can manipulate the magnetic fields around it to direct it #crack: sheer force of will

[shieldretired]

"Do your tits make people faint, Steve?"

(YES THEY DO)

                         “They haven’t. Yet. But to be fair, yours don’t make them faint, either.”

#the-mjolnir-owner #★ ( crack ) #(that was your DICK that made people faint Thor) #(that doesn't count)

[indirecticn]

to say he was compromised was to put it lightly. so, loki didn't say it. he didn't even let himself think it, actually. he took that word and shoved it into some deep, dark hole in the recesses of his mind and said good riddance!

because saying it meant admitting to why he was compromised and in what way.

and that meant he would look too deeply into this little weekly habit of his of fucking off to the city he once was hellbent on destroying. well, not destroying so much as... okay, yes, destroying, but to be fair it hadn't really been HIS idea and if you asked him now he would easily say he was a different person then.

literally.

torture and mind stones tend to remake a person, divinely powerful or not.

looking at his visits as anything more than something to pass the time between his personal projects would be absolutely detrimental to his mental health.

so, he went with the flow, the natural pull of his life that called for him to spend more time in new york and thus more time with her. she was probably the only person who could truly keep him from going numb and dumb with boredom these days, too.

also, there was that thing about whether or not her illness was because of the aether, a little thought he had yet to share with her and likely would not.

loki had been on his way to the hospital when suddenly the perfectly blue sky cracked and crackled with an acutely formed thunder storm. was thor back from being off planet?? he followed the energy to where it appears a skirmish was happening with a pair of enhanced individuals trying to rob a bank.

but that... was NOT... thor.

"what the.... who-" loki was at a loss for words, mouth dropped open as he watched her gather the assailants, disarm them, and neatly tied them up by bending a fallen metal sign post around them.

"uhm-" he wasn't the only one watching of course, but he WAS the only one who stepped toward her to engage. "who in the HELL are YOU and how did you get that!"

by gods.. she was holding mjolnir!

@dr-foster

#dr foster #main verse #omgggggg

[ceyx-of-the-shore]

When The Music Stops

PAIRING: Emile-A239 x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You were the only one who Emile would listen to in times like these. You didn't know he valued you as much as you did him.

WARNINGS: Angst in the beginning, mentions of blood, mentions of injury/fighting, eventual fluff, growing feelings, Emile is heavily sarcastic and comes off as blunt, no set timeline - just a drabble, etc.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform/into an A.I. program.*

You rush into the room, the door sliding quickly to the side beside you as a rush of chilled air slaps your face. The facilities on Reach were always cold—freezing, actually. Like a damn meat locker. The Medical branch more so than anywhere else, but this time you could deal with it. 

At the very least, it could steady out your heated annoyance.

“Emile!” You call, locking instantly onto the heavily armored man standing in his Mark V[B] at the center of the small room, hands clenched so hard you hear his gloves squeal as his knuckles crack inside of them. But the Spartan had already turned his helmeted face to you long before you opened that door, hearing your footsteps down the hall, the pattern of which he’d memorized months ago. That carved skeleton jeers in the overhead light, every little cut a funeral service for Covenant troops scored like paint across a canvas. 

To you, it was a far too familiar sight, and you liked it far more when it was out of your Ward.

“Jesus,” you comment, slapping the pad on the wall to make the door shut behind you as you walk through with a serious face, waving your hands in anger. “What the hell happened out there?! I have half of the staff running around trying to gather enough supplies to stabilize a damn skull fracture, Emile!” 

There’s blood on the ground of the examination room—your examination room. But it wasn’t Emile’s. It drips from his fingers and his MJOLNIR like a red river of dark deeds. The Spartan doesn’t even seem to mind it, and, you know, he doesn’t. If you had to guess, you would say he enjoyed it.

“Nothing,” that monotone voice slowly drips out, the SPARTAN-III nonchalantly shaking out his left wrist and fixing his stance, even though that casual rigidity remains. Animalistic calm. “Just cleaned up a few loose ends, Doc.”

“There are three ODSTs that went in for combat training today and are spending the night in here because of you,” you hiss, stalking up to the gigantic man and pointing a finger into his chest plate. He has to physically look down at you at this angle, and you think you’ll never get used to his unnatural height—both in and out of the MJOLNIR. “Carter warned you about another fight with non-Spartans, Emile—this can’t keep happening! I can’t keep trying to cover for you when you lose your temper!”

For once you’re shocked that the man in front of you lets you spew your words; it wasn’t often the hothead had nothing to say for himself, certainly about his own actions when his gung-ho attitude came out.

Your glare softens, tirade stalled for but a moment as the minutes lengthen after your scolding.

A silence falls, your own eyes blinking down at you from the reflection of the scarred visor, those etched marks that make up the image of death unwavering. Not a sliver of the Spartan’s visage is to be seen—it rarely is. Emile breathed slightly heavily, and his arms shook with leftover anger from not half-an-hour earlier when he’d sent his fist into those ODSTs. You can hear the scrape of his esophagus as clear as day, and if you strain your ears harder, you can image his fire-like pulse as well. 

Where a deep disappointment had bred, now only concern takes its place.

You blink, raising a hand from your side hesitantly; pausing. 

“Emile?” At the small touch on his elbow, the Spartan tenses, but you easily speak in a soft tone, dipping your voice. You can’t recall seeing Emile so…statue-still. “Hey,” you utter, brows creasing as the Spartan’s visor refuses to move an inch from staring you down. As if trying to calm himself by only your presence alone. “Hey, Big Guy. Okay, let’s…let’s take a breath, alright?”

You steady your own, but you know the rapid beat of your heart gives you away.

Emile grunts, turning his head from you to glare at the side wall; you know his jaw is clenched tight under his helmet. But he does as you ask, and you feel his chest bump your form as he inhales deeply.

It was a good thing you found him—of all the staff here, you seemed to be the only one he actually listened to. Even now, it brings a small feeling of pride with it, and you know it shouldn't.

It’s a quiet moment that once more settles, and you feel his tension seep out while you still hold onto his elbow, occasionally caressing your thumb up and down. You know the man best; you’re prideful because you’re the only medic on Reach equipped to handle his snark and aggression—the best at it. And the simple fact is that Emile only comes to you anyway.

“Good,” you nod softly. Taking a step back, you slowly tilt your head and frown at him. 

He scoffs before he speaks, but it lacks any venom. 

“Came on there pretty hard, Doc.” A nickname for you, only he’s allowed to use it. Emile grumbles and crosses his arms, feet spacing out. But his tone is…off. “Thought I’d be on my ass in a little bit.” “What happened?” You don’t beat around the bush, your eyes deathly serious. “You’re not acting right at all. You haven’t even bragged about how easy they were to bring down.”

“So I need to brag now, is that it?” 

Glaring, you set your jaw and level out with him. “Show me your hands, A-239.”

“Woah,” Emile drags out the word, chuckling as you grapple for his hand, moving his head to the side as if studying an ant and saying sarcastically. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

Peeling back the armor plating and the thick undersuit, you’re left with slightly inflamed knuckles. With the enhancements of the Spartan's physical forms, even so for the IIIs, these would heal fairly quickly—hours at most. But the sight still rang off alarm bells. 

How hard had he been punching those ODSTs to leave a mark on himself? Through armor and muscle? 

“Emile,” you urge, firm attention staying on the swelling.

You can feel his eyes on you—digging and heavy. But on this, you would not relent. In your time together, you’d grown fond of him and his horrible attitude. He was off putting, sure, and rough: a bit bad for civilian relations, of course; yet you’d had the privilege to know him as others usually didn’t. 

Emile was bluntly honest, and with you…he listened. That was a trust far earned and it had taken months to even get a break in him.

The giant released a low sigh and with a hand motion that equaled ‘fine,’ he shook his head and pushed out through a board tone. “...They were talking ‘bout you. Didn’t like their tones.” A finger touches the back of your skull, brushing across it briefly and disappearing as if never there. You fight back a gasp. “‘Specially when they thought it was smart to say it when I was right there.” 

You pause at that, still holding his warm hand as his fingers twitch in your grasp—tiny things compared to the calluses and bulk of muscle. It’s like your heart stops, a foreign heat making the room's chill completely halt. 

You stare at his knuckles and feel your eyes blink quickly. Inside of your chest, your heart completely skips beats.

“Took ‘em to the ring,” he says like he’s reading a report. “Threw ‘em down. They lost and I won, and I made them think twice when they’re talking about my favorite Medic like that.” His helmet shifts your way. “You think I’d let them get away with that, Doc?” 

“I…” you stutter, for once in your life, lost for words. Emile chuckles to himself, tilting his head mockingly. 

“Now isn’t that nice.” 

Your face burns even more as the man’s hand shifts out of your hold, tapping your chin up with a finger. His helmet leans into you. 

“Thought I’d stop by and have my girl check up on me before someone else managed to get in my way. You didn’t disappoint. Never do.” You’re speechless, heart rapidly pounding and throat bobbing with a swallow. You know he sees it because he chuckles again and his head moves up and down in a sweep of your body.

Emile hums, squeezing your flesh with his thumb and forefinger before letting his hand drop and pulling on his glove. 

“You hear anything going ‘round about you, you just let me know, yeah?” There’s a serious edge to that sentence. “Let me take care of it.” 

All you do is nod dumbly a blank moment later and feel your face go malleable. You don’t even know how to respond to that—you shouldn’t be encouraging physical fights just because you thought it was an…archaically sweet, if not inherently violent, sentiment.

But was Emile anything but? You knew what you were getting into.

“Good.” Emile moves his head back and stares for a moment longer, his chest rising and falling in a silent sigh of breath, before, soldier-like once more, he walks forward and exits the room with a whoosh of recycled air.

“Be seeing you, Doc.”

You hear the door slap shut and still gape at where he once stood in front of you, fire under your skin and a deep pull in your heart as you stutter under your breath. Clearing your throat minutes later, you blink, flatten out your clothes, and quickly exit into the hallway—hearing every connection of your feet to the floor.

There was something so very wrong about this that made you want to see how it might end. Even if it resulted in your blood-thirsty Spartan standing in your examination room once more, knuckles swollen and his body looming above yours like a silent, skeletal sentinel; some brutish dog ready to tear flesh at a moment's notice.

If only to feel his bare skin again, and the weight of his words on your chest.

"Shit," you breathe, grasping at the bridge of your nose as nurses rush past you. All of your thoughts are about Emile, and you have to internally wonder when that had started happening. "...This isn't good."

#halo x reader #halo #halo reach #emile x reader #emile x female reader #female reader #x female reader #emile a239 #halo game #halo fanfic #halo fanfiction #fem reader

[squippy360]

Just wanted to say that I loved your Thor x Tiny!Reader story! Any chance we might get to see more of it?

Yeah :D srry it took awhile

Thor Odinson x Tiny!Male Reader

Cw:(size kink, finger fucking, overstimulation, dacryphilia)

(Your like…10 inches tall btw 👍)

After a while of cumming from grinding on Thor's cock, I was pretty tired. I had apparently fallen asleep in his pants and he washed me up and held me for a while until I woke up and put me on his shoulder.  

. "What the…" I mumbled as I sat up. I looked down and watched Thor sit on his bed, running his hands over Mjolnir, silently praising it. I was smiling and stroking his long hair. 

"Hey Thor…" I mumbled. I heard him hum. "Yes, M/n?" He said back. I fiddled with my fingers. "Can……can we do it…? I'm…horny again…" I mumbled shyly. 

He grabbed me from his shoulder and used his other hand to reach for the lube. I grinded against his hand and took my mini robe off. Thor put the lube to the side and hend le with both hands, parting my legs with both hands. "T-Thor~ Oh please Tounge-fuck me!" I begged, desperatly. 

Thor's wet tounge ran across my ass up to my cock and began to lightly suck on my cock. 

"Oh Thor~ Oh please!" I yelled mildly and threw my head back on his hand. I gripped his hand and rutted into his mouth. "Yes! Yes! Make me cum from your tounge! Please, Thor!" I begged out. 

I watched as he awkwardly shoved a pillow between his legs and hump it while he licked at my hole. I cried out and held onto his index finger and came all over his tongue.

I was gasping in his hands as I rutted into his mouth, riding out my orgasm. I was gently shifted to his left thigh as he used his hands to coat his index finger with lube. 

"I'll be as gentle as possible, Love~" Thor murmured affectionately. I nodded and held onto his fingers for support. "I trust you, Thor." I told him. 

He gently prodded his finger at my hole. He gently pushed his finger in and stilled. I let out a loud moan and let my head fall onto Thor's palm. 

"Ah! Ah! Thor! I-I'm going to cum again!" I whimpered out loudly. Thor smirked slightly. "Already, Love? I've barely moved it yet?" Thor sighed out. 

He started to move as soon as I started bucking my hips against his finger. He adjusted it and curled it up to that one special place. 

My jaw went slack and my whole body began shaking. "O-OH! thOR!" My voice cracked out a moan. Thor continued to curl his fingers up. "Oh, My love~ Your voice sounds like siren music~" Thor cooed. 

I arched my back and came all over my tiny tummy. "THOR!" I screamed out and gripped his finger. 

He stared at me lovingly and went a bit faster. My whole body was shaking and I was crying from pleasure. "I need to hear more, My tiny prince~ Please tell me if I'm overstepping boundaries or you're uncomfortable." He whispered to me lovingly. 

My head was spinning so much. I was wiggling with pleasure everytime he thrusted into me. I couldn't bother think about anything else but his finger inside of me. 

I screamed when I felt his finger grind against my cock. I was writhing under him in nothing but pleasure. I tried to speak but it came out all gibberish and moans. 

I looked up at thor through my tears. My hips wouldn't stop rutting into his hand. I let out another broken moan as I came on his finger and my tummy. "S'too much! Can't- AH! Can't stop!" I cried out. I was so overstimulated and began to get tired again. 

He gently pulled his finger out and pulled him hand away. "Are you alright, Love? I'm sorry I went too far. I guess I was enjoying it a bit too much…" Thor said bashfully. 

I curled up in his hand. "S'good…" I slurred out and gripped his thumb. "Tired…" I whispered out. 

Thor nodded and gently set me on the bed. "I'll be right back." He said and went to the bathroom. I saw the cum covered pillow and smiled drunkenly. 

Thor came back and gently picked me up and wiped me down. He hummed and put the pillow in the hamper. He hopped into bed and laid me on a pillow comfortably. 

"Good night, My love~" He whispered and watched me drift off to sleep. "Love you…" I mumbled and curled against the big blankets. 

#thor odinson #avengers x male reader #marvel x male reader #marvel #x male reader #marvel fic #male reader #thor odinson x male reader

[lady-rose-moon]

I need him back

A/N; so this basically takes Wanda out of Marvel and puts you in her place! Ruling out WandaVision, you follow in Wanda's footsteps through Multiverse of Madness

Warnings: major character death, Corrupted!Reader, mental torture

Summary: after finding out that you have lost absolutely everything in the world that you held dear, you are determined to get it back.

Part One { Part Two { Part Three

As the battle raged around you, you swung your sword and your daggers flew in all directions, hitting Chitauri after Chitauri. Staying on Midgard after Thor and Loki left to go back to Asgard to face off with their sister might have been a good idea since all these beasts have returned. As you drove a dagger into the skull of a rider, you saw the Bifrost activate and you anxiously awaited both Princes joining the battle. Sadly, only Thor stepped out of the Bifrost without Mjolnir and with a new axe.

"Thor!" you called out over the cries of the Chitauri. You slammed your sword into another beast before sliding between their legs and sprinting over to the elder prince, "Thor! Where is Loki? Is he okay?"

Thor stared down at you and cupped your neck gently, his eyes full of drowning sorrow and he pulled you into a tight hug. "I'm sorry," the God whispered, "Loki is dead. Really dead."

Your world crashed in that moment and you laughed into Thor's shoulder, patting his back and shaking your head, "don't be silly! Loki can't die! He's died twice before and has come back! You'll see, he's fine!"

"Lady Y/N," Thor pressed, his eyes full of despair as he reached out to you.

Smiling, you batted away his hand and threw a dagger over his shoulder, "Loki isn't dead, Thor. He's Loki! He's tricked us before!"

Before Thor could lie even more, you ran off into the heat of battle, your mind consumed with thoughts of falling into bed with Loki at the end of the day and raving about how amazing it felt to drive your daggers through the skulls of your victims. Loki couldn't be dead, he would never leave you alone in this world!

A rumble sounded throughout the battlefield and your seiðr immediately informed you that Thanos had arrived. Grinning, your seiðr gleamed around your hands as you took off into the air to face the deadly foe. Even if you went to Valhalla in this battle, Loki would understand! You were going to kill Thanos for breaking Loki back when he fell from the Bifrost.

You landed in front of the titan just as he was approaching Wanda and Vision. You saw that she was going to destroy the Mind Stone and therefore kill Vision and your heart cracked, how it must feel to lose the one you love. Loki would cuddle you later as you cried for them.

Turning to Thanos, he studied you and recognition flashed in his eyes. "Ah," the titan spoke, running chills down your spine as your seiðr crackled around you, "God of Mischief's wife. So sad that you weren't there to see him. It's a shame that he had to die, he could have been my puppet again."

You laughed as you held a dagger up to his face, he was trying to get under your skin. Loki wouldn't have died and left you alone here! He will be here, he and Heimdall were just taking their time! "Nice try but I know he's alive, you haven't won!"

"Oh dear," Thanos chuckled darkly, approaching you and watching your stance tighten, ready to attack, "you're in denial, child. As much as you wish to deny it, I am telling the truth. Loki Laufeyson is dead. Neck snapped and he was dead before he was even thrown back to his worthless brother."

Rage soared through your veins and you screamed as your seiðr ignited in your palms, throwing blast after blast at the titan as he used the Space Stone as a shield against your attacks. Tears streaming down your cheeks, you focused on the core of your seiðr and wrapped a ring of green fire around him.

You closed in the ring around him but you were thrown to the ground when the Mind Stone exploded behind you. Slowly getting to your feet, you didn't have time to stop him as Thanos activated the Time Stone and turned back time around him.

When you were back in your previous place, seiðr burning in your hands, Thanos swatted you away and knelt beside you, picking your head up by your hair. "I know grief, little one, I see why he used you," Thanos spoke softly before dropping you down onto the ground and walking towards Wanda and Vision, kicking Wanda away and seizing Vision by the throat.

You watched as he tore the Stone from Vision's head and added it to the gauntlet, taking in the powerful energy of the combined Infinity Stones.

Suddenly, Thor's new axe flew through the air right into Thanos's chest. Landing before the titan and taking his head into his hand, Thor snarled down at him, "I told you, you'd die for that."

"You... you..." Thanos began, his breathing laboured as Thor stared at him in confusion, "you should have gone for the head."

"NO!" Thor yelled but it was too late, Thanos snapped his fingers and a shockwave threw him and Thor back.

Getting to your feet, you rushed over to your brother-in-law and cupped his cheek, "Thor? Thor! Come on, not you too!"

Thor slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at you before your eyes widened as you stared at your hands. They were disappearing! You were disappearing!

Thor pulled you into a hug, shaking his head quickly, "don't go. Don't go! Not like him..."

"I'm sorry..." you whispered to him, tilting your head and smiling at him, "I'll say hello to Loki for you."

As quick as you disappeared, you reappeared. Knelt awkwardly on the floor, you looked around in confusion for any sign of Thor. He had just been here! Where is he!?

An orange portal appeared in front of you and you held out your daggers to the sorcerer that you had met before. "So, we meet again, Princess Y/N Lokiwife. I'm sorry it is under such circumstances but we need your help."

Your anger from before resurfaced and you threw a dagger in his direction but he merely caught it and sighed, "I apologise for what happened, Y/N," Doctor Strange spoke carefully, "Loki was a good man to you. I trust that he will continue to live in your memory."

Scoffing, you marched past the sorcerer through the portal. What you saw on the other side was the ruined land that used to be Avengers Compound. Seeing it destroyed left a mournful spark in your heart as you remembered how you and Tony had agreed to study the science of magic in the labs, how you and Cap had sparred on the grass out front, how you and Loki had danced in the rain one too many times and it left you rolling in the sheets for the next three hours.

Even the thought of Loki had tears prickling in your eyes but you stood tall, daggers in one hand and a sword in the other. Your Asgardian armour materialised on your body, changing your chosen colour on the leathers to green to honour the loss of your husband. His helm appeared on your head, the simple one that he wore throughout his reign as King of Asgard.

Everyone was gathering together, waiting for a signal to attack and you readily joined them, keen to take your anger out on another army. The weapons in your hands vibrated with your nerves as you took in the tension around you, you could feel all the sorrow and loss burning in the atmosphere and being transformed into rage, determination to fight for what was right and to save the world.

"Avengers!" Came the voice of Steve from a way down, his voice magnified thanks to Doctor Strange. Mjolnir came flying into his hand and you stared in shock for a moment before he whispered, "assemble."

With a mighty cry, you all charged at the army on the other side of the field. You pushed your seiðr into your hands and propelled up into the sky. Below, you could see the moment both sides hit and began the brawl but you focused on one; Thanos. He was wearing armour this time but that bastard wouldn't be spared because of that. With a roar, you dropped down and the space around you gleamed with green when you landed.

Instantly, the scent of blood and dust and explosives hit your nose and it fueled your rage even more. Meeting eyes with your foe, you snarled, "you took everything from me."

The monster regarded you carefully but there was no recognition in his eyes as he raised his blade and got into a battle stance, "I don't even know who you are."

"You will," you whispered and closed your eyes. Centuries old seiðr burned through your veins, prickling to be used, to be ignited and bring forth your storm. With deep concentration, you lifted off the ground, the floor around you lifting alongside you and memories flew through your mind as you launched debris after debris at the monster.

"Remember, darling," he whispered gently into your ear, his hands stroking down your forearms as your hand gleamed your familiar forest green, "you know yourself better than anybody. Channel your knowledge into your hands and try again."

Following his lead, you closed your eyes and dug deep into yourself, curling protectively around your magical core as you felt it pulse and spark at your proximity. Slowly, you drew it to the surface and opened your eyes, grinning when you saw a fully formed illusion of yourself in front of you. Whooping with joy, you turned and wrapped your arms around Loki's neck, laughing and giggling.

Loki laughed with you before his eyes dropped to your lips and he leaned forward, pressing his cold lips to yours and smiling when you sighed into the kiss, your arms tightening around his neck.

Tears streaming down your cheeks, you pushed past the many illusions you had created to distract the monster and leapt forward, catching him off-balance and throwing him to the floor, your dagger to his neck.

"Now I remember you," Thanos spat, "you're Laufeyson's whore. All he ever screamed was your name as I cut him to pieces and put him together again. Judging by your anger, I say he's dead. Judging by your need to murder me, I killed him."

Your dagger was so close to his throat before you were thrown away by a Chitauri rider, screaming in anger as Thanos got away. Luckily, he didn't get far before Wanda confronted him. Her power was immense and you couldn't help but stand frozen as she attacked him, lifting him up into the air and almost squeezing him to death before he called for his whole army.

You saw the guns start to lock their target onto Wanda so you quickly got to your feet and slid in front of her, pulling up a barrier to save the both of you from the blasts.

"Thanks," Wanda panted, helping you to your feet, offering you a broken smile.

"Anytime. I've got a monster to defeat," you patted her shoulder before running back at Thanos, only to see a woman holding him in place, the gauntlet on his hand that she was keeping open with just her brute strength. When he headbutted her, she showed no reaction so you took Thanos's shock as an opening and blasted his feet so he fell.

You walked up to the woman and sighed, "this man murdered my husband. Let me kill him."

Thanos chuckled and reached up, tugging the power stone from the gauntlet and using its power to blast the both of you away. You hit the ground and rolled, trying to get back onto your feet before Tony lunged in and you watched him take the stones from the gauntlet before he was pushed away.

Thanos heaved breaths as he stood tall, gauntleted hand raised high. "I am... inevitable."

When he snapped, nothing happened and he looked confused, turning over his hand and staring down at the empty gauntlet.

You heard the clink of stones behind you and you turned with Thanos to see Tony on his knees, taking the full power of the Infinity Stones as he glared at Thanos.

"And I..." Tony breathed, his speech becoming difficult as he tried to focus on the matter at hand, "am... Iron Man."

The snap that followed filled your heart with hope as you spun around, hoping to see those that Thanos killed revived; including Loki. Instead, you watched as monster after monster disappeared. Realising what was happening, you stalked forward and grabbed Thanos's hand, snarling down at him.

"My face will be the last you see, just as yours was Loki's last," you spat, smirking as his face was reduced to ash.

~~~~~~~

The satisfaction of Thanos' death didn't linger for long. You didn't attend Tony's funeral but you paid respects before you disappeared from his cabin.

Your anger still burned inside you as you tracked down the witch who had what you needed. Agatha Harkness. You had stalked her for several days now and you were sure her home was covered in powerful runes. You readied yourself for the probability that you would be without your magic, a holster on your thigh prepped with daggers and throwing knives and a gun, a holster on your bicep hidden under your sleeve with another dagger and the pin you spun your hair around was sharpened to use as a weapon if needed.

Blasting down the door, you stepped out of the way of a blast of purple and smirked when you saw Agatha, purple glowing in her hand as she glared at you.

"I thought I sensed someone stalking me," the witch spat, sending another blast your way which you attempted to sidestep but it hit you in your side, making you double over, "what do you want, hun? Are you lost?"

You giggled and threw a dagger right at her face, watching as she caught it and sent it right back to you before the image of you disappeared in a gimmer of green and you appeared behind her. "Sorry," you cooed, kicking her feet and watching her fall, "but I need something of yours."

"The Dark Hold?" Agatha asked sweetly, a sinister look glimmering in her eye, "it consumes everything it touches. Are you sure, dear? Surely Loki wouldn't be very happy."

"I'm doing this for Loki, witch, he will never have to know," you snarled, the remnants of your seiðr gleaming as ropes formed around her, "I'll take the book off your hands."

You walked closer to her and took a keyring from her belt, seeing the book charm on it that seeped with dark magic. You glared down at Agatha with a sickening smirk on your face, "I'm sorry," you whispered, "but you aren't allowed to remember this."

You delved into her mind the moment you touched her temple, erasing all memory of you from her mind and planting ideas in her head that she had lost the Dark Hold a year ago. Smirking, you unbound her and left the dingy cottage, disappearing in a gimmer of forest green.

~~~~~~~

Feeling the press of lips to your skin, you smiled and opened your eyes, seeing Loki above you. With a bright smile on your face, you reached up and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down into a soft kiss. Loki quickly sighed into the kiss and his tongue passed between your lips, his hips rocking against yours,

Taking a breath, you pulled away and whimpered at the sight of him above you. His curls were bouncy, his eyes the most beautiful emeralds that you had ever seen, his toned body easily holding itself above you. With a grin, you pulled him into a more heated kiss and he growled playfully as he rolled onto his back, you straddling him as you continued to kiss.

Just as you were about to undress him, he grabbed your wrist gently and frowned as he whispered, "this has to stop."

You frowned instantly, curious as to why he was saying such a thing. "What do you mean, Loki?

Loki stared down at you with a frown, grief overtaking his senses as he cupped your cheek like usual, closing his eyes and sealing your lips into a kiss. When he pulled away, he sighed and stroked the tears from your cheek, "I'm dead, princess, please stop it... you have to stop... you're losing yourself..."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you sat up and shook your head, "but I am looking for you! You're alive, you know you are! I know you are! If it had just... If you had stayed on Midgard and I had gone with Thor, you would be alive..."

"But that wasn't the case," Loki declared, "I went and I died. That was my choice. I fought for my kingdom, I protected my brother, I protected you."

"But you're not here with me!" You sobbed, climbing out of the bed and walking to the window, frowning when you saw nothing outside of it. Just an illusion, as always, never another universe.

Arms wrapped around your waist and a kiss was pressed to your shoulder as tears dripped down your cheeks, "please," Loki whispered, "please put down the book. Please. I'm dead... Please, Y/N, you're losing who you used to be."

A childish giggle broke your stare out of the window and you whirled around to see a younger version of you and Loki happily playing on the carpet. Loki's hair was shorter, his clothes showed his youth and his smile showed it even more; so innocent and ignorant to the reality of the world outside.

"Loki?" the younger version of you spoke, looking up from her Valkyrie doll to stare at the boy across from her.

Younger Loki looked away from his toy to smile at his friend, "yes, Y/N? Are you alright?"

"Where do you see us in the future?" you asked with a shy smile, your fingers playing nervously with the loose string on your dress, not meeting your friend's eyes in an attempt to not look desperate.

"Why, married to you, of course! You're my bestest friend and I wanna protect you like papa does with mama! When I'm King, you will be my Queen and we will rule Asgard for thousands of years!" Loki declared, pulling you up and laughing at your squeal.

Erupting in laughter, the both of you embraced and swayed contentedly to each other's heartbeats.

"Your Queen," the younger version of you whispered with a dainty smile, "I like the sound of that."

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It took a month before your power built up enough for you to look at the multiverse. It required someone with a strong magical core so you trained for weeks to strengthen your core to be able to hold all of that magic.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the Dark Hold and cast the enchantment that allowed you to see the other universes. Giggling erupted immediately, calls of "Loki!", "mummy!", "Daddy!" being heard from a vast number of realities.

Igniting the candles around you, your body rose into the air as you closed your eyes and began the dreamwalking ritual. Soon enough, you found your way into a branch and overtook the you of that reality.

She fought for a while but she had no match for your power, fueled by grief and hatred. You locked her away in her mind for now and took a look at where she was living.

It was a quaint cabin in the mountains. It was cluttered and the fire was lit, the smell of food cooking in the kitchen just behind the living room.

"Y/N!" came the call of the voice you were desperate to hear again and you stepped closer to the kitchen, peeking your head around the corner to stare at your husband. He was dressed in a sweater and black sweatpants that hugged his waist and you drooled. Turning, he saw you staring and smirked, "later, dearest, can you go wake Haven? It's almost dinner time."

You nodded numbly and a flutter overtook your stomach. You had a child with Loki in this reality! Walking into the other room, you saw the child snuggled up on her bed and your heart ached to hold them. You stepped closer and dropped to your knees before the child, gently taking their hand and shaking them.

"Sweetheart," you whispered, their cute little snores continuing so you pressed on, "Haven... come on, baby, time to wake up."

Slowly, the child woke up and she flashed you a delighted smile, reaching for your face, "mama," she whispered tiredly.

With a grin, you reached forward to pick her up but you were thrown back into your own body. Disoriented, you looked around for any sign of Haven or Loki but your heart broke when there were none.

Staring down at your hands, you sobbed when you saw that your fingers were slowly turning black. Sniffling, you looked over at the Dark Hold, doubt settling in before it was destroyed when a thought crossed your mind.

Loki would do the same for you.

~~~~~~~~~

"Apples, right?" Doctor Strange asked, walking up to you as you trimmed the branches of the trees surrounding your home.

"Eventually," you replied, tilting your head at him, "don't tell me there's another time-jumping Thanos to defeat?"

Stephen smirked and shook his head, "no, this is worse. Much worse. See, there's this girl that's jumped into this reality and she's being followed by monsters, wanting her power, we need your help to figure out what is going on."

"There were always others that you could call?" You suggested, elated to hear that the brat you had been tracking for months now had finally found the right dimension.

"Yeah well if you take into consideration all of the bug-themed heroes and then one of the two most powerful Avengers? Who did you think I was going to pick?" Stephen asked with a fond smile on his face.

You grinned as you walked with him, taking account of how he wanted your help, a plan formulating in your brain. "What if you brought America here?" you suggested.

"Here?" Stephen asked with a curious look and you didn't notice your slip up but he did, trying to figure out when he had called her out by her name.

"Yeah. I know what it's like to be on your own, hunted for abilities you never wanted... I can protect her..." you assured him, continuing to walk until realising that he wasn't following. Upon that realisation, you turned to him curiously.

Stephen sighed and shook his head. Taking that as confirmation that you had slipped up, you sighed and shook your head, "you never told me her name, did you?"

"No."

Sighing, you raised your hand and the illusion of the trees disappeared to reveal the dead plot of land that you had killed in a burst of rage, "you know... the illusion was the easy part... the lying? Not so much..."

Your casual clothes melted away to reveal your armour. You were wearing armour reminiscent of Loki's ceremonial garb but the horns were made into a circlet and the overall make was more feminine. Your fingertips became black as coal once more and you found that you didn't care anymore.

You watched as Stephen looked around the destruction until his eyes landed on the Dark Hold. Shocked, he took a step forward towards it, "The Dark Hold," he breathed, his eyes darting to you.

"You know of the Dark Hold?" you asked curiously, tilting your head and stepping closer to him.

"I know that it is the Book of the Damned," Stephen replied, his eyes never leaving yours, "I know that it corrupts anything and anyone it touches. I wonder what it has done to you."

You shook your head and grinned at him, "the Dark Hold only showed me the truth. What I lost... can be mine again..."

"What do you want with America? What do you want with the Multiverse?" Stephen asked, watching your reactions and keeping his guard up as he scowled at you.

You smiled and shrugged languidly, "I'm going to leave this reality and go to one where I can be with Loki."

"Y/N, Loki is dead, you cannot tamper with the multiverse to reverse that," Stephen tried, sympathy on his face as he took a step closer to you.

You sighed and walked close to him until you were close enough to feel his breath on your skin, "if you knew there was a world where you were happy, wouldn't you want to go there?"

Stephen rolled his eyes and looked away, "I am happy."

You grinned and shook your head, "I know better than most what self-deception looks like, Stephen Strange."

"What you're doing is a flagrant violation of every natural law," Stephen continued, his eyes boring into yours, trying to find the woman beneath the corruption, trying to save you, "if you take that child's power, she won't survive."

Your eyes darkened as you leaned closer to him, "I don't relish hurting anyone, Stephen. But she's not a child," you scoffed, walking around the surgeon as you continued, she's a supernatural being. Such raw power could wreak havoc on this and other universes. Her sacrifice... would be for the greater good."

"Well, then you can kiss your title as an Avenger goodbye because that's the kind of justification our enemies use," Stephen retorted, glaring at you as you scowled.

"Is it the one you used? When you gave Thanos the Time Stone? I almost had him, I almost killed him. I was so close, so close to grabbing that gauntlet and reversing what he did to Loki. Instead, because of you, he snapped away trillions. And you were praised for bringing them back," you sneered, a tear dropping unconsciously down your cheek, "you break the rules and become a hero. I do it and I become the enemy. That doesn't seem fair."

Stephen took a steady breath and sighed, "what happens now?"

"Return to Kamar-Taj and prepare to hand over America Chavez by sundown. Peacefully," you whispered, your eyes never leaving Stephen's, "after that? You'll never see me again."

You began to walk away, the Dark Hold disappearing into your skin as you walked but you stopped when Stephen began again. "And if we don't?"

You turned to him and sighed, shrugging, "then it won't be Y/N that comes for her. It will be the Goddess of Revenge."

With that, you continued walking away, leaving Stephen in the destroyed orchard.

~~~~~~~

"You have to stop, please," a whisper blew through your ears as you waited above Kamar-Taj, watching them getting into a battle formation. Loki's voice used to bring you so much sorrow but you were going to do anything to bring him back, you just needed to wait a while longer.

You watched the sun sink below the mountains and your seiðr gleamed in your hands as you made yourself visible. You saw them all ready to fight and your heart ached. You didn't want to hurt anybody but you would do anything to get your family back.

You watched as Stephen flew up in front of you and you smiled sadly. "All of this for a child you met yesterday," you murmured, a tear dripping down your cheek.

"Y/N, you are justifiably angry. You lost so many things," Stephen frowned, trying to gauge your emotions cautiously.

"My husband has died three times now. Twice, I had to watch and the third I was simply told. Three times my heart has died, three times have I longed for it to be me instead of him," you whispered, not even looking at Stephen now, another tear falling before you gathered yourself and glared at him, "do not speak to me of sacrifice, Stephen Strange."

You flew closer to him and took in his appearance, how calm he was on the outside but how worried he was beneath the surface, a side he longed you not to see. "If you give me what I want," you whispered gently, "I can send you to a world where you can be with Christine."

Stephen drew a breath and floated backwards, his face hardening into a scowl as he snarled, "the full might of Kamar-Taj stands against you," behind him, the battle formation got ready to fight and you smiled at their efforts, "do not dare to enter these sacred grounds."

"You have no idea just how reasonable I've been," you shook your head, Loki's voice in your mind coming forth to beg you to stop once more but you pushed it away.

"Yeah," Stephen sighed, rolling his eyes, "Book of the Damned, calling yourself Goddess of Revenge, conjuring creatures to abduct a kid, I don't exactly call that being reasonable."

You laughed softly, your nose tingling from the onslaught of tears, "sending those creatures after her instead of myself was... mercy. And in spite of your hypocrisies and insults, I have begged you to safely get out of my way," you spat, a tear dragging down your cheek as you continued, "you have exhausted my patience but I do hope you understand that even now... what's about to happen... this is me... being... reasonable."

You shot a blast of darkened green at the sorcerer but it was blocked by a shield. Once realising that your attack failed, you stopped and watched him fly down to stand with the Sorcerer Supreme.

Snarling, you spent the next ten minutes fighting your way to getting to some point of weakness in the shields. An opportunity came in the shape of a trainee, his hands shaking and his nerves being displayed on his face. Giving him a small smile, an illusion appeared behind him and whispered, "run."

The shield fell as the trainee scampered, bashing past other sorcerers. You built up your seiðr and threw it through the hole in the shield, their screams fueling your anger as you threw blast after blast at the people attacking you.

In the back of your mind, you knew that this was wrong, you knew you needed to stop, that there were other ways that you could try but the Dark Hold's grip on you was too great.

You brought the sanctum to its knees and when you landed, a wave of green flashed and you walked through the ruin, not really seeing it. You needed to get America. You needed to get Loki and Haven back, you needed them!

With a deep breath, you delved into your mind and located America in a secured room with elder sorcerers. If only she could see that you needed her power for good reasons! You needed Loki back, that's all you wanted! All you would ever need!

As you opened your eyes again, you saw Stephen in front of you. He glared at you as he spoke, "you want the girl, you'll have to go through me."

"Fine," you answered, walking forward and preparing to fight. Instead, the world around you began to spin and become disoriented. You gasped as you saw yourself in front of you and you walked forward.

Taking in your appearance, you gave out a broken sob as you saw how tired you looked. Your fingers were consumed by the dark magic of the book you needed, Loki's armour had started to crack, your circlet had darkened from Loki's gold to a disgusting murky grey with cracks in it.

"You're losing yourself," came the pleading voice again, your heart sinking as you realised that you were.

The lucidity of the moment didn't last long, however, as you saw many reflections of yourself appear. Realising it was a trick, you called your seiðr and pulled the reflections away. The mirrors cracked and you looked around timidly, firing off a blast that quickly rebounded and bounced off every reflection.

Wait! Reflections! Loki taught you something about reflections before.

"If you put your finger to a mirror and there's a space between you and your reflection's finger, that means it's a real mirror! If you see that your fingertips are touching, it's one way! Mother taught me that! Said that silly Vanir and Elves do it to trick unsuspecting people!" younger Loki giggled.

You rolled your eyes and pouted, "no way! Why would anyone wanna spy? Why can't they just keep to themselves like we do?"

Younger Loki shrugged and laughed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "don't worry, my precious girl, I will protect you."

You smiled and rested your head against his chest, grinning and rolling your eyes, "my hero."

Stepping forward, you pressed your hand to the shattered glass and found that there wasn't a gap between your hand and the reflections. Smirking, you dipped your hand through and cast a spell to disintegrate Stephen's sling ring before he used it to get America out of the sanctum.

How cute, you thought as some parts of the glass became blank. They were trying to cover the reflections. Finally, you found something big enough to crawl through, your body becoming disfigured as you pressed through but righting itself when you stood up.

Before you stood Wong, Stepehn and behind them, America.

"All those lives just to keep me from Loki and Haven," you sighed, walking to stand opposite the three of them.

"You took those lives. You cannot be allowed to cross into the Multiverse," Stephen replied, standing in front of America like a shield and you sighed.

"I'm not a monster, Stephen, I'm a mother," you remarked, feeling another wave of depression and pain wash over you.

"Y/N, you have no child and you don't have Loki, he's dead and Haven doesn't exist," Stephen breathed, trying to reason with you.

You smiled sadly and shook your head, "they're alive... I know they are... because I dream of them. Every. Night," you whispered, a tear dropping unknowingly as you summoned the DarkHold from your pocket dimension, "of my husband and the child we made together."

The Dark Hold opened to reveal whisps of other universes, rings of laughter and chaos filling the deathly silent room. You stared at one of the whisps, a universe in which Loki and you had moved away to the mountains to live alone and soon, raise your child. "Every night, the same dream," the book disappeared and more tears welled in your eyes, "and every morning, the same... nightmare..."

"What if you reach them? What happens to the other you?" Stephen asked, trying a different angle to attempt to make you see reason, "what happens to their wife and mother?"

You tried to keep a cool expression as images of killing the other version of you flashed behind your eyes, taking her place and finally being happy. You didn't understand why this was so hard for Stephen to understand, you just wanted to get Loki back and to have Haven! Why was that such a crime!?

You didn't expect his attack to come so when he shot two serpents at you, you only just had enough time to react and stop them. No matter how many times you beheaded them, however, they keep coming back. Stephen hissed as you continued to behead the serpents and you looked at him weirdly before overpowering him with a huge blast of green.

Lifting up into the air, green seiðr glowing around your hands, you threw Stephen away from America and grabbed her with red tendrils of magic, listening to her frightened screams. Wong attempted to attack you but you caught his daggers easily and threw them away, knocking him away easily.

You began to suck America's powers out of her body, the beautiful blue glow gave you the best feeling of elation that you had ever experienced. You were going to get your family back!

A portal was opening behind America as you kept stealing her power and you couldn't stop it when Stephen jumped through with America in his arms.

Seething, you used your magic to chain Wong up and begin setting up candles to dreamwalk. Once you were ready, you summoned the Dark Hold and began the ritual, floating in the air as you travelled to the universe where you felt America's power.

When you arrived, you were in a quaint cottage, your lesser version clearing up a bowl from Haven's lap and giving a kiss to Loki. When she walked into the kitchen, you latched onto her brain and took over.

The girl fought well, you'd give her that, but not well enough. Once you were in control, you sighed softly and headed to the back door.

"Y/N?" called a voice from the living room and you froze, your heart beating wildly as you registered Loki's peaceful voice.

"Yes, darling?" you called back, tears brimming in your eyes making it impossible to see straight.

"Where are you going?"

You thought of an excuse before you sighed and shrugged, "just to... take out the trash."

"Mama! Come here! Wanna show you somefink!" called the little voice of the child you would never have.

Gathering the courage, you walked into the living room to see Loki on the floor with Haven, both of their hands glowing with seiðr. You sobbed softly as you watched Narvi form a love heart in the air with sparkles around it.

Loki looked away from his daughter to face you and he frowned when he saw you crying. "Is everything alright, beloved?" he asked gently, standing up and hugging you from the side, resting your head on his shoulder.

Nodding, you cuddled into him and enjoyed his warmth.

Suddenly, pain washed over you and you were thrown backwards. You snapped away from the multiverse you were in and saw someone stabbing the Dark Hold. Your mind was still connected to the other you so you felt Loki's arms supporting you and the screams of your daughter.

"Darling? Darling are you alright?" Loki asked, worry clear on his face as he held you.

You watched as he slowly disappeared even if you gripped onto him and you clutched your heart as you sobbed before looking over at where the Dark Hold was, seeing it disintegrate underneath the blade.

"No, no, no!!" you sprinted over to the book, trying to find something to salvage but there was nothing. Angrily, you turned to Wong and blasted him away, stalking after his rolling body.

"I need the Dark Hold spells. You are the Sorcerer Supreme. Tell me what you know," you demanded, anger bubbling inside you as desire burned alongside it, desire to be back in the loving arms of your husband, to see your daughter's magic.

Wong spat out some blood as he glared at you, "you'll have to kill me, Witch."

"Not you, them," you threatened, lifting up the few survivors of Kamar-Taj, making them writhe in agony as Wong could only watch.

"Y/N stop. Y/N, please," Wong looked between you and the survivors before relenting, "the Dark Hold was a copy!"

You ceased the torture after that and looked towards Wong, "a copy?"

"Legend speaks of a mounted with the wretched spells you seek carved into its walls. It's there that the Dark Hold was transcribed. Mount Wundagore," Wong replied, guilt showing over his face as he sighed.

"Wundagore?" you whispered, hope brimming in your chest yet again at the prospect of seeing your child and husband again.

"No one has survived the journey," Wong revealed, hoping to distract you and keep you away with the threat.

You scoffed and summoned a sling ring from a dead sorcerer and gave it to Wong, darkness in your eye as you sneered, "perhaps we will be the exception."

You glared at Wong as he sighed and looked down at the sling ring, shaking his head and putting it on. You looked up at the sky, relief washing over you as you knew your wait was almost over, you would have America's power soon and you would be able to save Loki and bring Haven to life! You would do this. You needed him, you need him back so much.

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Halo Reloaded: Hot Spot

In the heart of Reach City, where the skyline was punctuated by the imposing silhouette of Fleetcom HQ, there lay a secret so closely guarded it might as well have been another level of classified Spartan training. This secret, however, involved neither covert ops nor alien technology, but something far more elusive to John-117—a genuine good time.

Linda-058, sniper extraordinaire and part-time Spartan social coordinator (a self-appointed title, mind you), had taken it upon herself to drag John, the Master Chief, out of his shell—or, more accurately, his Mjolnir armor. It wasn't that John didn't know how to have fun; it's just that his idea of a good time usually involved a little more... carnage.

"John, when's the last time you did something that didn't involve shooting or exploding something?" Linda prodded one day, as they were rearming themselves for what felt like the billionth time.

"I'm sure I had breakfast once without any explosions," John replied dryly, without looking up from his MA5B Assault Rifle.

"That doesn't count if you're eating in the mess hall and a Grunt's plasma grenade accidentally goes off," Linda retorted, her tone light but insistent.

John paused, considering her point. "Fair enough. I suppose it's been a while."Linda seized the moment, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and determination. "There's this spot in Reach City. It's like Mecca for Spartans, except with less praying and more... indulging. It's time you experienced it."

John raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite his usual reticence. "What kind of indulging are we talking about here? Because if it's another one of those 'knit your own socks' team-building exercises, I'm out."

Linda laughed, a sound as rare and surprising as a Grunt without a methane tank. "Trust me, it's nothing like that. Think of it as an... oasis. A slice of paradise where you can just be John."

The idea of being 'just John' was as alien to the Master Chief as the Covenant themselves, but the earnestness in Linda's voice piqued his curiosity. With a resigned nod, he agreed. "Alright, but if I end up knitting, I'm blaming you."

Their journey to the bistro was an exercise in stealth, not because they needed to be unseen, but because John insisted on practicing his 'urban camouflage techniques'—much to Linda's amusement.

The bistro, hidden in plain sight among the historic buildings of Reach's old quarter, buzzed with an energy that felt worlds away from the front lines.

Stepping through the door, John half-expected to find a room full of Spartans in full battle rattle. Instead, he was greeted by the sight of his fellow super-soldiers laughing, sharing stories, and—most shockingly—participating in a karaoke battle that was currently being dominated by a Spartan known for his inability to carry a tune even if it came with a handle.

Linda guided them to a table with a good view of the spectacle, ordering two of the house specials before John could protest. "See, it's about finding joy in the little things, like discovering your squad leader sings 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' with more passion than he commands an assault."

John, watching the performance with a blend of horror and fascination, couldn't help but crack a smile. "I'll never hear that briefing the same way again," he confessed, the tension easing from his shoulders for the first time in months.

Their conversation meandered from the ridiculous to the sublime, from tales of missions gone awry to dreams of peace that felt as distant as the stars above. The food, when it arrived, was a simple affair that tasted like heaven to taste buds dulled by too many meals consumed in haste between battles.

As the evening wore on, John found himself swept up in the camaraderie, participating in a Spartans-vs-Civilians trivia contest that proved his knowledge of ancient Earth history was almost as good as his marksmanship. Almost.

"I have to admit, this was not what I expected," John said to Linda as they made their way back, the streets of Reach City quiet in the late hour.

Linda smiled, a rare, genuine expression that spoke volumes. "Sometimes, the hardest battles we fight are the ones against ourselves, against the part of us that forgets we're human first, Spartans second."

John considered this, the truth of her words settling in. "Thanks, Linda. For reminding me there's more to life than just blood and gunmetal."

"Anytime, John. Just promise me you'll leave the knitting needles at home next time," Linda teased, her laughter echoing into the night, a sound as hopeful as the dawn they were fighting for.

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Hallo my lovely friend Stumpy! ; v ; I am home. How's about 'Rain', for the single word ask? I hope you've been so well! <3

Hello! So good to hear from you! I'm glad you're home and I hope you get a chance to rest! You always work so hard.

Thanks so much for the prompt!

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Weather on this ring was different. The Ring was still repairing itself and the ecosystems were disrupted by the massive cracks that separated the floating islands. Still, some things never changed.

Like the feeling of rain on Mjolnir on an alien world months into a nearly hopeless campaign.

Zeta Halo had left its mark on all of them. He saw it in the faces of the remaining troopers. In Esparza's and hers. The rain came in quick showers, not enough to wash away the dust of patrols. The water came quick and sat in the dirt roads only to bake for a few hours of starlight as the day/night cycle spun. It turned the weather humid and brought more complaints from the marines.

It was almost familiar. An imitation so close to real.

The rains had come again and his Gen 3 Mjolnir nearly reacted the same as his old, comfortable gear. The shields flickered as the drops pelted him. Rivulets ran down his visor while he remained still and dry.

A marine down the path leading up to the FOB looks around before hopping in a puddle and splashing around.

Some things never change.

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 29, "Impulse"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: The Ragnarök comes to Earth and to the Avengers’ front door. The team suffers losses and injuries. Loki and Cora share a moment of unspoken confession. The location of the final Infinity Stone is revealed.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: Superhero movie levels of action

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The enemy's onslaught was immediate. A blaze of thunderous electric blue energy warped by strands of blackened red tore through the atmosphere and broke the pavement under their feet for miles. The trouble was that their response time had to be just as fast.

"STEVE!" Cora screamed over the roaring sounds of fissuring ground and the growing magnitude of Thanos's laughter above the clouds. She grabbed his arm before he could fall through the cracks now gaping widely beneath him and, just as she started to fall with him when their differing weights caused an imbalance, she felt a solidly metal arm wrap around her waist and haul her upward. Her visibility wavered a bit in a way it hadn't since she was in Asgard and the terror fueling it was only growing as their situation went further downhill.

"Hold onto him, kid," Tony gritted as his suit propelled them into the air. As he fought the winds caused by the chaotic presence in their wake, Cora held tightly to Steve's hand and took their moment of flight to glance over the street.

Bruce had fully transformed into his big green alter ego and, had she not met him earlier in the conference room, she might've been more afraid. He was positively monstrous in size, veins bulging thickly under his skin as he roared and ran toward SHIELD's headquarters, grabbing up Natasha, Fury, and Clint on his way before launching himself onto the side of the building to escape the pits, which reached so deep, the molten glow of the planet's mantle was seeping faintly through the bases of the cracks.

Thor swung Mjolnir around until it reached top speed and grabbed Loki by the back of his armor's collar just before launching into the air toward the opposite side of the street, landing them both on a rooftop of a bank. He went back for Sif and Fandral and half-threw them on the roof as well so he could go after Volstagg, who was losing purchase on the ground very quickly.

"Stark!" Steve shouted when it became clear that Thor wasn't going to be able to build the momentum needed to retrieve his friend in time.

"Already on it," Tony replied as he surged down toward the final member of the Warriors Three, giving Steve the opportunity to grab his hand and haul him upward just before the pavement collapsed where he'd been standing. "Cora, switch Steve's hand over to mine. You won't be able to hold them both."

"I'm realizing that," she managed to mutter before shifting her hands from between Steve's and Tony's, letting Iron Man handle the heavy work. Even with her amplified strength due to her Asgardian blood, she'd nearly lost hold of them and had scared herself half to death. Tony took them with ease and adjusted his grip on her when the mighty winds ceased for the time being. "The calm before the storm?"

"Don't get poetic on me now," Tony mocked her a bit halfheartedly as he took them to the rooftop of SHIELD's headquarters. The sound of shattering glass and crunching metal signaled that Bruce was climbing up to join them on more stable ground, and it was then that the clouds began to part.

The sheen of metal came first and then the creature within its structure. Thanos was positively enormous, surpassing Thor's mighty height by at least two feet and bulging with muscular bulk, which was tamed only by the tough, hide-like flesh that stretched over his frame. Branches of blue veins pulsated beneath his skin and it was easy to see how overcome with power he already was from just the two relics he'd managed to collect, and Cora had a feeling he'd had a fairly powerful foundation to work with.

The look upon his face was smug as he sat in what appeared to be a floating chair—the metal she'd seen—equipped with technology she'd never seen the likes of before.

"Tremble, Midgardian scum. Filth of Asgard," his deep voice boomed quietly in the gloom. "Surrender to the inevitable. The Ragnarök is upon us all."

"What could you possibly gain from this?" Steve shouted as the winds began to pick up again. "You'll go down with every single one of us!"

"Death is my dancer, little 'savior'," he mocked with a dark chuckle as he slowly raised his right hand, which was encased by a golden gauntlet in which rested two swirling gems, one red and one blue. Four more spaces remained empty on the knuckles. "I welcome Her with open arms and bring her the blood of ages in my wake."

"Look out!" Clint shouted from below just before a dose of pure power from the Aether exploded out at them. Tony dodged, taking Cora, Steve, and Volstagg with him, and Bruce shielded Fury, Clint, and Natasha with his own huge body, letting out an agonized roar as he was pelted by the raw red light.

Cora tried to see what was happening to make sure Bruce was okay, but Tony took them down to one of the outdoor walkways and dropped them all upon it. "What is the meaning of this?!" Volstagg shouted as he stumbled to regain his balance.

"Improvisation. You're all going into that makeshift bunker-lab-thing to help the others," he shouted over the worsening wind. "It's only a matter of time before he takes down headquarters to get to the gems. We need a backup plan. And more weapons. Big, heavy stuff. Work on that. I'm going to see who else I can get back in here because I don't think he'll collapse the building until he has what he wants."

Steve looked at Volstagg and Cora before giving a slow nod. "All right. There's no time to argue." With that, Tony went back into the brawl that was now commencing on the roof, mostly between Bruce and Thanos with Natasha, Fury, and Clint trying weapons on him in-between, and Steve, Volstagg, and Cora sprinted to the entrance back into headquarters, finding the nearest arming station and starting to unload anything they could carry down to the labs and also sending some out with Tony whenever he made his way back to the walkway, to help better equip those still outside.

"Bullets are just bouncing off, give me something bigger!" Natasha shouted into her earpiece, dodging a wide swing from Thanos's bare fist while the one bearing the Aether and Tesseract-powered Gauntlet aimed toward Bruce, who tirelessly attempted to get close enough to inflict substantial damage.

"Working on it, Princess," Tony shot back as he flew by, barely missing Thor when he flew over to join the fray with Loki and Sif in tow. Thor landed and let them go, then—spinning Mjolnir by its strap—he readied himself and hurled the hammer at Thanos. The corner hit him squarely in the jaw, though it only seemed to injure his pride. Tony returned shortly after taking Fandral to the walkway as well, dropping weapons into the arms of anyone who'd catch them in the vicinity. The city had gone into lockdown after enough people had noticed the immense battle on the rooftop coupled with the strange weather and in mere moments, the streets had gone through the motions of flooding with people and then become completely bare.

"What manner of weapons are these?" Thor shouted, holding three grenades and a specialized launcher that he'd caught.

"Don't worry about the launcher, just pull the pins and throw them," Tony shouted before going to toss a weapon to Natasha after she called again for more firepower.

Clint had heard Tony's wording and had barely managed to get to Thor and toss the first grenade before it exploded in the Asgardian's hand. "Throw this, not the pin. Stark, you need to work on being more specific," he muttered sternly into his communication piece.

"Did I miss something hilarious?"

"It was more of a not-hilarious almost-happened kind of thing," Natasha retorted as Fury joined her with a shake of his head and aimed an assault prototype run on laser-power at Thanos. He fired, though it amounted to little.

Thor properly threw another grenade and this one hit Thanos in the chest, knocking him back incrementally. He clenched his jaw and dodged a retaliative shot, glancing over to find Loki nearby, examining the chair Thanos was maneuvering himself around in. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for some kind of turbine or opening," Loki replied and at Thor's blank look, he sighed and shook his head. "I've had him inside my head, remember? Or perhaps if you tried reading…"

Thor began to charge up Mjolnir from the churning sky, which had just begun to dance with lightning strikes, giving a halfhearted smirk at the jab. His brow furrowed as he built power in his weapon and he warred with himself before asking, "Was it real?" At Loki's look of confusion, he elaborated, "What happened in the Dark World, was it all real?"

"Is now really the time for—"

"Answer me, brother. Were you truthful?" His answer was more important now than ever, for Thor may never get an answer otherwise.

Loki frowned and murmured, "Do you believe I was?" Thor's answer was just as important to him.

Thor's jaw tightened a little and he hesitated a few seconds before nodding. "Yes."

Loki's eyes widened faintly in surprise before he cleared his throat and commented, "Well… Then you would be right. First time for everything, I suppose."

Thor laughed—actually, genuinely laughed—before unleashing his pent-up power at Thanos, which caused him to roar and his chair to spark slightly. "I'd hoped for a bit more than just that," Thor commented about his immense lightning's apparent lack of effect.

"Try this," Tony shouted as he passed with some new weapons, dropping one into Loki's hands.

"Oh…," Loki murmured a bit blankly as he surveyed the large black Midgardian mechanism he'd gained, Thor looking just as baffled. "Of course…"

This time, Tony lingered long enough to watch.

Cora ran back to the armory unit after taking another load out to Tony, who continued to barely manage to break away from the fight long enough to take what he could carry to their comrades, and started to root through the rest, which mostly consisted of ammunition and communication devices.

When she turned around, she jolted in surprise to find someone right behind her, but felt immediate relief when she realized it was Loki. "You scared the bejeezus out of me!"

"My apologies for your lost…bejeezus," Loki enunciated uncertainly before shaking his head at the human slang. "Fandral and I were just dropped off on the walkway."

"Are you alright? Is he? What about everyone else?" she asked without pause, afraid of the answers he might have for her.

"Everyone else is still out there. They are fatigued, but still fighting… It is growing worse."

Cora frowned deeply before glancing him over with an arched brow. "Why did you get dropped up here?"

Loki gave a grimace and explained a bit stiffly, "I lack practice or any miraculous affinity for using the launcher of rockets…"

A bit of a high, hysterical laugh escaped her in her hurried search for weapons of any kind. "Oh, my god, what did you hit?!"

He winced faintly as he replied, "Myself. But my brother threw the pin instead of the grenade and he's still out there." He seemed a little disgruntled at that as he continued, "Cora, listen, I—"

"Need some Midgardian combative lessons? Yes, you do," she teased breathlessly as she tore open boxes to search and tried to unlock a safe at the back to no avail. “Another thing for the after-apocalypse-stopping list.”

"That is near-insulting and not what I was—"

"Whatever you're about to 'order' me to do, I'm having none of it, you—"

He was beginning to raise his voice over hers. "That's not what I—"

"Oh, yes it was!" she accused just as loudly.

"Look at me!" Loki shouted from just behind her.

Cora whirled on him and yelled back a frustrated, "What?!"

Just as she did, the God of Mischief took her face between his hands and his lips were on hers. Though she would never admit this in a million years, Cora literally melted against him, her arms winding around his neck as the unexpected kiss grew suddenly more passionate on both their parts. With a low sound in his throat that resembled a growl, Loki pressed her against the emptied armory wall, one of his hands moving to her waist as the other gently gripped her hair, tilting her head back for him as he deepened the kiss.

When they broke for breath, they stared at each other a long moment, their ragged breaths mingling in the close proximity between their lips before Cora murmured, "…What were we doing?"

Loki started to answer, but bore his own look of confusion until a bang outside answered for both of them. "Saving the universe?"

"Oh, yeah, can't forget that," Cora murmured quickly as she disentangled herself from him and they both grabbed up the random assortments of ammunition boxes still on the floor and fled down the hallway to the labs. They were nearly thrown off their feet when the building rocked—full-out tilted as a whole—and some of the ammunition spilled from Cora's arms. She started to go after it, but ended up following Loki after he pointed out to her that there was no time and, sadly, no point.

They got down to the labs and placed the new additions to their arsenal on a long steel table, which had been cleared off for just that reason. In the meantime, Dr. Selvig had managed to extract the core of the Orb of Agamotto and was now aiding Jane in carefully combining spare chemicals and cleaning products to fashion a few homemade explosives.

Pepper, Phil, and Maria were working on upgrading and building onto some of the weapons Steve, Cora, Volstagg, and now Loki had brought down to make them more powerful. The other agents locked and loaded down in the labs had made sure everyone knew how to use a gun because it was only a matter of time until all hell broke loose down there as well. "Any luck with the Cask?" Cora asked Dr. Selvig after he'd finished adding a pungent white liquid into his chemical brew.

"None. It's entirely frozen around the core," he admitted, glancing up at her.

"There's nothing you can do, is there?" she asked Loki hopefully, though she was fairly certain she was pulling at straws.

Loki shook his head. "I could try, but I very much doubt it."

"Hey, Cora, you okay?" Jane asked suddenly, her latex-gloved hands poised over her container. "Your face is really red."

"Stress!" Cora shouted reflexively and turned to walk over to check out the Gems, grumbling about handsy gods under her breath. She could've sworn she heard Loki chuckle quietly behind her and she felt a faint urge to pummel him and then probably kiss him again. "Is the Ka Stone just as-is?"

"It is the Gem, itself. It just has other properties as well," Loki supplied tensely while watching everyone rush around the room to prepare for the worst as the banging sounds became louder upon the outer walls.

"And whatever the Soul Gem is is MIA right? We don't have to worry about that one?"

"No one has seen it in centuries," he repeated in confirmation, "or that would have been the first Gem Thanos went in search of. It is the one that binds the other five together and completes the Gauntlet for maximum power."

"Well, that's something then, right? He won't have the final piece. It could be worse than it already is," Cora reasoned weakly as she ran a hand through her hair. "Who am I kidding…"

"Everyone down!" Maria yelled over everyone else and after they had all fallen silent, it became clear that the booming sounds of impact had moved inside the reinforced building. "That's an order!" she emphasized when Volstagg and Fandral readied themselves to fight instead. They listened to her as everyone else ducked down, the next pound of noise earsplitting. "Brace yourselves!"

In that same instant, the opposite wall shook and then exploded outward, shrapnel, splinters of steel, and assorted furniture bits bursting into the lab and raining down on its occupants.

Loki threw himself on top of Cora and they both went flatly onto the floor, wayward metal fragments slicing into their hands and faces while the same storm of debris overtook the others. Loki grunted when something large and heavy hit them and then bounced off, but a moment of fearful apprehension as to what that something might've been made him look over. The sickness in his gut was nearly overwhelming when his “perhaps” was proven true.

"Thor," he hissed, scrambling off Cora once the debris stopped falling. They were left with a thick fog of dust made up of iron filings and insulation. He crawled to his brother's side and Cora looked up to find that the brave, golden lion of an Asgardian prince was sliced and bruised all over, seeming just shy of unconsciousness. When she shifted her gaze away from Loki trying to aid his brother to little avail, she found Tony lying a short distance away below an imprint he'd likely made in the wall from impact, his suit dented and scuffed while the illuminated eye-slits in his mask flickered dismally. Sif lay motionless near the far wall behind Cora with only half her shield still on her arm.

She met Steve's eyes across the room and then looked to Clint and Natasha, who he'd managed to catch before they could hit the wall and worsen their probably already severe injuries. As Steve set them down, Cora stood slowly and listened to the broken building groan around them as murmurs began to rise up in the quiet. Jane had sprinted over to Thor and sat down next to Loki, both of them trying to figure out what the damage was and resuscitate him.

Pepper had run to Tony, trying to get him out of his mechanical suit. She pulled off the golden mask and it appeared that even inside his suit, despite its durability, he was covered with bruises and fairly severe burns, likely from his suit heating up whenever the Gauntlet's energy struck him. Volstagg and Fandral had hurried to Sif, casting worried looks at each other as they carefully turned her over and checked her shield-adorned arm for broken bones.

After a few moments of their combined—but different—forms of fretting, Loki clenched his jaw and pulled Jane off of Thor, grimacing when she fought him with tears in her eyes. "Let me go!" she shouted at him, struggling as wildly as she could manage.

"Jane, stop it," Loki ordered frustratedly, setting her back down and continuing, "You need to pull yourself together or we may yet lose him. He is alive, that is what matters now, but your panic is not going to heal him. You may need to save him this time… Just remain calm enough to do so, do you understand?"

Jane faltered and then slowly stopped trying to get around him, biting her lip and glancing back toward where Dr. Selvig and Darcy were waiting, her eyes bloodshot from tears. "Right… Okay…," she murmured quietly as she cast one more glance of anxiety toward Thor, then going to join her colleagues.

Cora frowned slightly after taking inventory of those in the room, but it was Fandral who voiced her questions. "Hold on, where is—"

"Hit the deck!" came a familiar yell from the gaping hole in the wall and everyone managed to dive down at the last moment just as Bruce hurtled through the air in full Hulk form, Fury in the crook of one beastly green arm. Despite getting some serious whiplash from Bruce's impact, Fury seemed to be okay and even after hitting the steel lab wall with such force that the metal warped into an imprint of his back, Bruce was up again immediately, letting go of Fury before facing down the gaping maw with a scowl and bared teeth.

When Thanos's silhouette began to show through the thick fog of dust, Steve hurled his shield at the shadow, only to have it slapped away like a wayward frisbee. Staggering to catch it, Steve snagged the shield and glared at the fractionally bionic alien in the floating chair, who simply chuckled mockingly back. "Such weakness. A sad excuse for a frontline in the face of apocalypse."

Before Bruce could attack again, Thanos sent another blast of brilliant red power his way, sending even the Hulk to his knees with a dose of the Aether's deadly darkness. It seemed he'd been holding back before to conserve energy, but now that he'd reached the resting places of three other Infinity Gems, that was no longer a concern. As he passed through the hole in the wall and his eyes fell to said Gems upon the lab table, a greedy, ravenous smile curled his thin lips.

Cora was scrambling for something, anything she could do when she heard Dr. Selvig shout, "Jane, don't!" and she whirled to see Jane pour one last test tube's contents into her makeshift bomb bucket and cap it before haphazardly hurling it at Thanos. He made no move to dodge, given that nothing had much managed to damage him so far, and the bucket made contact with his left arm before exploding.

Cora's jaw dropped when she saw what the concoction of cleaners and compounds did to the monster's arm, which consisted of disconnecting the tissues completely and then eating away at the flesh the liquid covered. In one blow, he'd lost an arm. Too bad it wasn't the one with the Gauntlet.

Thanos roared, snarling down toward Jane and turning to aim the Gauntlet at her, in which a ball of blue and red light was building, becoming more and more threatening. Out of the corner of her eye, Cora saw Loki begin to shift his weight into a lunge to intervene, but he would have been too late. In an instant, Thanos released the mass of unrivaled power, Jane reflexively cringed in preparation for the blast, and Dr. Selvig knocked her out of the way.

"Erik!" Darcy screamed, but just from the look of him in the aftermath, it was plain to see that he was gone.

Cora swallowed hard and heard movement behind her, finding that Thor had finally regained consciousness, if not strength, and held an anguished look upon his face. He'd been awake through it all, but too stunned and weak to move.

She gasped when a yellow glow flashed in the corner of her eye; it was the Ka Stone and it, along with the purple core taken from the Orb of Agamotto, was rising up at Thanos's command. The Cask of Ancient Winters shuddered before shattering completely, sending a deep chill throughout the room that put Cora and Steve immediately in the trenches again. All that remained was the orange Time gem in the midst of ice fragments and it went to join its brothers in hovering before the villain who sought them.

"The time is now," Thanos murmured with relish, turning over his hand so the Gems could settle in their appropriate spaces, the Gauntlet illuminating with new power. "Yes!"

"No…," Cora whispered on a fearful, shuddering sigh, feeling her meager hope waning at the sight of the Gems sending surges of power through the titanic creature, Thanos's eyes alighting with energy as old as the universe, itself.

"The powers of Time, Space, Power, Reality, and the Mind are mine to control," he laughed triumphantly before his white-hot, glowing eyes narrowed, his smile never fading. "And the last… It is here."

"Impossible…," Loki murmured nearby, wondering how the remaining gem—the Soul Stone—could be here. Physically here? But if here, then where?

"One Gem to bind its brothers… And I know where it thrives!" Thanos cackled madly, his muscles purpling with pooled blood and power.

"You lie!" Thor bellowed, grief and rage plain in his voice, pain in the undertones as he hurled Mjolnir at Thanos's head.

Thanos looked to the airborne hammer and a maniacal grin came over his face. "There you are."

He sent a blast of power at the hammer which began as a ball and then thinned into a blade of light, and it cut Mjolnir down the middle. The shock wave it produced threw everyone back—even knocked Thanos off-kilter—and when Cora looked up, she saw the two halves of Mjolnir lying upon the floor nearby.

The inside of the hammer was solid and a system of what could only be called veins—though they resembled the make of a circuit board—threaded through the once indivisible metal head. At the center of the emerald network was a vibrant green gem, not unlike the others Thanos had already taken, and suddenly everything made sense, including why Mjolnir could choose its wielder and how.

Its choices were based on the worthiness of one's soul.

"The Gauntlet is complete," Thanos rumbled with pleasure, beginning to move closer to retrieve his final prize before his real show began.

Cora's throat went dry as she looked his way and then, in turn, at the sights surrounding her. Her fallen comrades, her friends. The bits of SHIELD headquarters littering the floor mixed with their blood and hers. The shreds of hope they'd carried fading from their eyes.

She swallowed against the hitch and her eyes fell again upon the halved hammer with a blooming sensation that bordered on insanity inside her heart. And a question from months and months ago that had bothered her more and for longer than she had ever let on repeated softly in her head. "What makes you worthy?"

The young woman surged to her feet when all others remained still with silent near-surrender, and sprinted toward the final gem. Her watching companions paled and Thanos drew back with a mad, confident laugh to strike her down. Loki was the only one able to find his voice, which was suddenly, utterly desperate. "CORA, NO!"

Next chapter: Chapter 30, "Death & Her Suitor"

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Viral Paradox (TVA Loki)

Okay, I'm meeting demands here (and my own indulgence). This is part 1 of a 6 part Loki fic where a virus infects the Avengers and it's up to our favorite trickster to save the day. It's snarky, it's angsty, it's cute, it's heartwrenching. Enjoy! See the full story via the Masterlist here!

Thursday:

Loki steps out of the glowing portal into the sterile-scented air of Tony Stark’s lab. He made sure to enchant himself to avoid detection by all of the fussy Stark tech surrounding him but if he got his numbers wrong, Ultron will be able to spot him anyway.

Hopefully he got the tempad right this time and arrived before that robot’s creation. Android? Oh, whatever. 

Unlike many times before, reset is not the goal here. New policies and all that. Instead, the TVA --well, Loki, was sent to ‘intervene’. Capture the Variant from this timeline. Set things straight. Clear it from danger manually. This would lead to less pruning in the long run.

As said, new policies. 

Mechanisms whirr in his ears, music thumps from upstairs, drumming in tune with his heartbeat. But underneath all the noise, Loki can hear the steady hum of the mind stone. Locked away within a crystalline gem, brimming with energy. The smooth crescent staff rests atop a lengthy stand.

There it is. Just like he remembers it. Stars, it’s been so long. Loki’s mind spins in a halo of nostalgia, the fingers of thought reaching for the familiar pull of desire. The want, the need for power.

It’s faint, thank the Stars, but he remembers. The way it felt to drown in an ocean of urgency, of fear, of dependence on control.

Well, no time for that now. Any minute the Variant will arrive to do exactly what Loki intends to do--swipe the mind stone. 

His fingers hover over the staff, the low hum of energy a thick aura pressing against his palm. 

Stars, just do it!

“Hey!” the sharp crack of a voice causes Loki to jump and wrench his hand back. He looks up and sees Tony Stark himself storming into the room. 

Loki curses himself for wasting so much godsdamn time reminiscing. 

“Tony Stark,” Loki’s face splits into an easy grin, dimples caressing his high cheekbones. “Lovely to see you again. I do love what you’ve done with the place.”

“Jarvis!” Tony hollers. Was that a crack in his voice? Tony’s arm wings out, stretching much like Thor does when he summons Mjolnir. “Why wasn’t I informed of an intruder!?”

The AI’s voice caresses the room, “Apologies, sir. I am not registering any life forms that you have not approved.”

“Ah, yes, that would be my doing,” Loki drops the spell. It’s useless now and he knows he’ll need the strength in case Tony alerts the others.

Just then, something red flies into the room and folds itself over Tony’s forearm. Loki’s eyes widen as Tony aims the glove of his metal suit at him, the whine of his laser pinging off the walls.

Loki lifts his hands, “I can exp--uff!” Wind rushes out of his lungs as he’s hit full force with a blast from the glove, launching him into the wall behind him. 

Loki grunts and pushes himself up, flinging his head back so his hair doesn’t end up in his face. “Good shot. Now if you’ll allow me to speak, I--”

Another blast kicks Loki in the ribs, much like a punch from Thor. “Hff--!” Loki’s back cracks against the pillar. He digs his heels into the ground, palms pushing against the pillar to keep himself upright. “Is this really necessary? I’m not even attacking--”

Another blast into Loki’s chest. Now it’s getting annoying. 

“Tony!” a woman’s voice calls from the stairs. Heels clack over the floor and Pepper Pots hurries into view. Her feathered bangs bob over keen eyes, a spray of freckles dotting her nose. She looks less alarmed and more disappointed in a matronly way.

“I heard--” she sees Loki and her eyes round. “Loki…”

Loki rights himself, brushing the wrinkles out of his uniform. “Now,” he lifts a hand, “If you would let me explain…”

Tony’s glove whistles to life but Pepper grabs his arm, eyes never straying from Loki. Her lips press together and he can see the gears of her sharp mind turning. 

“Wait,” she says. “Just wait.”

“Pep--”

“I think we should hear what he has to say.”

Loki tilts his head to the side. Pepper Potts, coming to his defense? 

Tony lowers his hand slowly, Pepper’s fingers still grasping his bicep. “Fine,” Tony growls. “Talk fast--shouldn’t be hard for you.”

Loki gives him that one. “I am here from the future.”

Tony snorts. Pepper stays silent.

“I am here to prevent this scepter from falling into the hands of a villain.”

“Really?” Tony sneers, “Because you look like the villain whose hands it’s falling into.”

“Point taken. I assure you though, I am here with good intentions.”

Tony lifts his gun arm again. “I think I’ve heard enough.”

“Sir,” Jarvis echoes. “The scan I have made of Loki indicates he is much older than he should be at this point in time.”

Tony’s eyes squint, suspicion still painted across his face. “Magic could do that.”

“Are you certain?” Loki needs to get control of the situation. Because it’s true--he is there to prevent a variant from stealing the scepter. That is his main mission. True, it might have been easier for someone else not on bad terms with the Avengers to do this task, but there was good reason the TVA sent Loki. 

In this same timeline, an Asgardian virus was detected making its rounds among the humans here, and no one knows why. Loki is the most familiar with the illness, and having survived it several times himself, is least at risk of dying from it. 

Poor humans, though. They likely will not survive. 

Loki assumes the Avengers fall ill through contact with the Variant, who already attempted theft at Asgard. Not if he can prevent it though.

“Prove it.”

Loki frowns. “Beg pardon?”

“Prove it,” Tony demands. “Prove you’re,” he air quotes, “from the future.”

“How utterly expected,” Loki huffs. “Very well. Let’s see, where are we? Ultron, I believe,” he says, flicking through his mental files. Tony’s eyes crimp. “Yes, yes, you have just acquired the scepter, now you are calculating how you might use it to create your ultimate artificial intelligence--dubbed ‘Ultron’.” 

Loki waves a hand, leaning into the air of casualness he is absolutely faking. Thank the Stars Mobius forced him to memorize the events during this time period before the mission. 

“Perhaps you have spoken to Banner about your plans, but I think you have not--at least, not yet. But when you do, he will say yes.”

During Loki’s explanation, Tony and Pepper have been exchanging increasingly hostile facial expressions. When Loki finishes, they are already arguing in whispers and, of course, Pepper is winning. 

“I’m not--no, Pep, listen, I--”

Loki clears his throat after a few moments, reminding them of his existence. Pepper gives him a tight smile and squeezes Tony’s arm. “Excuse us for just a sec.” She pulls Tony aside.

Tony shuffles reluctantly away but not before pointing forked fingers at his eyes, then swinging the gesture to Loki.

As if he could stop Loki were he to decide to attack them. Hmph. 

They speak in hushed voices, Pepper gesturing rapidly, Tony attempting to get a word in. At one point, Tony pulls his arm up and presses into his face, sneezing harshly before using it to rub his eyes and nose.

Loki’s head ticks up. Is he already sick? No, of course not. How would he be? Unless it isn’t the virus. Hm.

They resume their conversation and Loki sighs. He’s about to call them out--ask how long this is going to take--when he hears a distinct whoosh behind him. 

Loki whirls but the blow catches him in the ribs. He barely has time to throw out his hands and catch his fall, preventing his face from smashing into the floor.

A crash behind him as a table upturns and glass shatters. Pepper screams. Tony curses. Loki flies to his feet and sees a robed figure dashing toward the scepter.

Loki manifests a dagger and flings it at the Variant. They dodge, the dagger whistling past them and nearly clipping Tony behind them. 

“Hey!” Tony calls. 

Loki shrugs. “Sorry.”

The glove whines to life and Tony blasts the Variant. He hits his target, causing the Variant to stumble backwards. 

“That’s how you aim.”

Loki tosses him a glare but the Variant is already scrambling back toward the scepter. Loki opens his palm, summoning the staff toward himself. He grips it tight, the aura of the infinity stone brimming in his mind.

Dark thoughts mist through him. Use me…

“Tony!” Pepper’s screech wrenches Loki from the depths. The Variant is standing behind Tony, holding him steady, a dagger at his throat. 

Loki’s teeth grind. The Variant points at the scepter in his hand and curls a beckoning finger. 

Loki frowns. Very well. He spins the staff around his back, whirling it in a flourish before tossing it to the Variant. The robed figure releases Tony and catches the staff.

Tony wheels, aiming at the Variant but an emerald aura envelops the figure. They vanish into a collapsing void. Tony’s shot pelts the wall, scattering debris into the air.

“Fuck!” Tony snarls, marching to the last place he saw the Variant. His head sweeps the room before he spins to face Loki. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

Loki just grins. He reaches behind his back and the real scepter appears as he arcs it around his body. “I suppose the Variant will be rather cross wherever he has gone.”

Tony’s mouth goldfishes a couple times before he clamps it shut. 

“My, my,” Loki says smugly. “Did I just render the great Tony Stark speechless?”

Tony buzzes his lips, “Don’t call me Tony,” his voice dips casually, “Doesn’t sound right coming from you Asgardians.”

Loki tosses him the scepter, “Do you trust me yet?” 

Tony catches it in one hand and wiggles the other, “Maybe 25% more than earlier.”

“Tony?” Both of their heads turn when they hear Bruce calling. 

Tony pales. His knuckles whiten around the staff, his eyes flashing toward Loki. “Hide.”

“What?” Loki bursts, “Don’t be absurd. I--”

Tony thrusts the scepter at him, “Hide. Or I’ll make you do it.”

Loki backs up, alarmed.

“Tony, what--”

Tony holds up a hand to silence Pepper. He jerks the scepter at Loki who throws up his palms. “Alright, alright.” He lowers himself to a crouch, seeking a hiding spot. Eugh. A space beneath a grimy cabinet. He looks back at Tony, giving him an are you serious? look, but Stark is adamant. 

Fine. Ugh.

Loki squirms under the cabinet, attempting to be silent but his mind brimming with curses he’d love to fling at Stark.

Loki listens as Tony and Bruce speak. Tony sounds almost manic. The mind stone must be playing tennis with his paranoia. Likely that is what prompted him to make Loki hide.

Pitiful humans. Their minds simply cannot handle such power. Loki will have to make sure to keep it out of their hands as much as possible.

Loki shifts, his elbows propping him off the grimy floor. Eugh. It’s clear Stark doesn’t clean under here. Every time Loki breathes, he can feel dust particles sift into his nostrils. 

He steeples his hands over his mouth and nose, creating a triangular shield with his fingers but he fears it’s futile. His nose already tickles like hell and…

“Hhh…” even scrubbing at it “Ghhh…” isn’t Hhhhelping. 

The feeling peaks and Loki attempts to stifle, “Hgshx!” Eh-fuck, “XSZH!” That just made it “ZHX!” tickle “HNGSZZH!” more-- “Hiegh’SSHZZ-ih!” 

Damn. That last one definitely made a sound. Loki freezes, his spine like iron. He listens as the conversation pauses. 

“What was that?” Bruce asks.

Pepper coughs, “Sorry, that was me.”

Again, Potts comes to Loki’s defense. Why?

“You still recovering, Pep?” Tony asks.

“Must be.”

Tony and Bruce finish their conversation and when Loki is sure Banner has retreated up the stairs, he slides out from under the cabinet. Pepper and Bruce are both gone. She must have escorted him out of the room. The scepter has been replaced in its holder. Thank the Stars.

“What the,” Tony snickers when he sees Loki. “You look like a very tall dust bunny.”

Loki’s face twists, “Wh--how dare you--”

Tony barks a laugh, “It’s even funnier when you talk!”

Loki huffs and flexes his fists. Green magic stutters down his body, cleaning away the dust and grime like wiping a blackboard. Loki, now clean and prim, folds his arms to wait for Tony to stop laughing. 

“Are you quite finished? Because we do have problems to solve.”

“Yep,” another snort, “I’m done.”

This close to him, it’s easy to see the toll the virus has already taken. Dark circles spreading like bruises under his eyes. A milky sheen to his irises. Nostrils pink and at attention, as if he might sneeze at any moment.

As if sensing Loki’s thoughts, Tony’s nostrils flare and he sniffles.

Loki lifts his hand, “May I?”

Tony’s ducks away with his famous bewildered expression, “Ah, no, I don’t think so.”

“Stark--”

“Still don’t like you calling me that.”

“Oh, apologies,” Loki presses a palm to his heart, “Shall I call you Iron Man?” 

“Maybe just ‘sir’. I think that’d make my day.”

Loki laughs, “Oh I’m sure, Mister Stark.” 

Tony hums, “Getting closer.”

“Don’t tempt me, Stark. I could do so much to you.”

Tony’s lips tick up, “Here for less than an hour and you’re already propositioning me. I’d say that’s a record, but I’ve had people in less.”

Loki reaches out for his head again, “Hold still.”

Tony jerks back. “First of all, I don’t answer to you, dust bunny.”

“Please do not call me that.”

“Second, how would you keep the scepter safe? What can you do that the group of us--your brother--can’t.”

He had to bring up Thor…

“I’ll give you a list too, then. First, you may not answer to me, but you should listen to me, as I have knowledge about the powers you humans are playing with.”

“Don’t get arrogant about it.”

Loki sputters, “Alright, kettle.”

Tony’s eyes squeeze shut. He washes a palm over his face, the act making him look exhausted. “Fine,” he says. “Stay. Keep an eye on the staff. Do,” he flutters his hand, “whatever it is you do.” Tony turns toward the stairs. “But I don’t want you to stir things up. I’m throwing a party soon.”

Loki chuffs, “A party? You’re going to invite a throng of strangers to the place you’re stashing the scepter?”

“Don't fret. You’re here to make sure it’s safe and sound, right?” His voice oozes patronization. Loki wrenches against the emotions it dregs up. He will not fall for Tony Stark’s charm.

“It’s a bad idea, Stark.”

“I can do--hhh--” Tony hurriedly knuckles his nose, “whatev…” he angrily clamps his hand over his mouth, “HGSH!” 

“And you’re ill. Do you humans not understand contagion?”

“It’s just a cold,” Tony sniffles. “Everyone gets sick on Earth, your highness.”

Loki opens his mouth to argue but he bites it back. 

Should he mention the virus? If Stark is already sick, perhaps it wasn’t the Asgardian virus after all. And Stark’s trust is already brittle. If he thinks Loki or Thor has brought a deadly virus to them, he may insist they leave.

Loki can’t risk it. He’ll stay long enough to keep an eye out for both the Variant and signs of the virus. And, he supposes, it would be wise for now to keep himself under wraps. 

Loki bows to Tony, “As you wish, Mister Stark.”

Tony’s lips crimp. He hesitates a moment, then heads upstairs. 

#i know there's only a handful of snz in this one #but each day they all get sicker #and ofc i had to throw in my fav tropes #i am having so much fun playing snark tennis with these two #snz #snz fic #illness #whump #Lo/ki #MCU loki

[catierambles]

I had a Marvel/DC crossover in my head fuckin...forever ago that never made it to paper where Clark gets involved with Tony Starks' illegitimate daughter Elena after she goes on loan to Wayne Enterprises. He stays with her in Avenger's tower after she returns home

(scene from Age of Ulton when they're all betting each other to try to pick up Mjolnir and Clark picks it up no problem making Tony go "who the hell are you?" because they just knew him as a farm boy reporter from kansas)

another scene in my head during Justice League after he comes back from dead and starts bodying everyone. Thor shows up in a crack of lightning and thunder and while everyone is telling him to stay away that he's dangerous, Thor is all

and picks him up in a bear hug. Clark doesn't react violently because Thor didn't come at him with violence, he came at him in joy. The rest of the Avengers show up and they're all super happy to see him, coming at him with smiles and relief. Steve giving him a hug as well, Bucky squeezing his shoulder. He was their friend and they thought he was dead.

#clark kent

[yamikittycat]

If you are taking requests can I request Thor fluff? Cuddling him and singing him to sleep after he had a rough day with all father? :)

Hey anon! Sure thing! Hope it’s what you’re looking for

It was getting late and the sun was beginning to paint the sky first pink, then to a brillant red as it sank behind the great wall of Asgard

You were getting ready for bed, but didn’t want to go to sleep yet. You wanted to wait a little longer

You wanted to hear about Thor’s day, like you always did.

But you noticed dark storm clouds brewing. Lightening threaded through the dark clouds and a large bolt struck the ground outside of the Great Lodge. Then the loudest crack of thunder you’ve ever heard followed not even a second later, shaking the Lodge. Following that, the loud caws of of a mass of ravens.

And shouting.

They were arguing. Again

You opened your door and made it to the dining hall just as Thor threw open the doors, barreling his way past the Einherjar and other Asgardians as Odin followed behind, yelling something at him before he went off to his study and slammed his door.

Thor, fuming, went into your shared room, with you close behind, just as he slammed the door as an answer back.

It was so hard that it felt as if the entire Lodge itself shook with his rage.

“Thor, what happened love?” You asked trying to understand why he was so furious.

Thor couldn’t answer, he was pacing back and forth from wall to wall. Blue sparks were coursing down his arms and around Mjolnir and in his eyes.

You figured something must have happened between him and the All-Father while they were out.

When he was on his course back closest to you, you grabbed his hand causing Thor to come to a stop, sort of grounding him and bringing him back to you.

You pulled at him to get into your bed. He reluctantly dropped his Hammer and obliged.

You motioned for him to lay his head on your chest and you began to run your fingers through his red mane. You began to sing softly to him. It was an old song you had learned from your mother as she had from hers and so on.

Thor closed his eyes and listened to your gentle voice and your heartbeat and after you had finished your song, he finally was calm enough to speak softly.

“Thank you, my dear. You always know what I need.”

You smiled softly and kissed the crown of his head. “Of course, my love. Now let’s get you out of your armor.”

#yami prattles #from the ask box #thor god of war x reader #thor gow imagine #thank you for the ask! #it felt good to write something again

[hiraeth-doux]

slow dance on broken glass (5/?)

summary: This was the second non-apocalypse jump she had allowed herself, which felt refreshing, for a change. There was no volcano outside, no tornado, no army waiting to sweep in and kill everyone in sight. The Earth was not gearing up to crack open and swallow this town whole, either.

Perhaps, that was the issue, Sylvie thought as she drew in another shaky breath. It was too peaceful, too quiet. She was not used to being able to sleep through the night, and maybe that was exactly why she rarely did.

He Who Remains is dead. Sylvie can go and live her life now, the way she's always wanted. Or can she? And is the story actually over?

Or - what if Loki cared more about Sylvie after the events of Season 1 and not the TVA? (Just an idea!)

author's note: enjoy!

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It wasn’t that Loki expected his plan—his half a plan, or, well, his some-percentage-of-a-plan that was entirely too half-cooked even for his liking—to work perfectly. After all, he’d had a plethora of bad, and some even spectacularly bad, ideas in the past.

(Even though some of them had, in fact, appeared to be decent, if not outright brilliant, at first glance. See—enslaving the city of New York. He could have, in theory, had a lot of fun with that, had it actually worked.

Or stealing the Tesseract and using its unlimited powers—if he had succeeded, instead of ending up at, well, the TVA.

Or that time he had almost—almost!—managed to imbue Mjolnir with magic different from what it was meant to hold. Now that would have been fun, if only Thor hadn’t been so… Thor for two minutes.

Norns, he missed his brother.)

Read Chapter 5 on AO3

#loki #loki tv #loki s #loki x sylvie #sylvie x loki #loki laufeyson #sylvie laufeydottir #sylki #lokiedit #my fic #fanfiction

[brax-was-here]

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #sylvari #charr #asura