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visionsofmagic · 1 year

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thor x gn!reader [gow: r]

a request from lovely anon: Could I ask for some (GOW) Thor fluff? Perhaps the (GN) reader standing up for Thor when Odin is being a dick to him?? I just feel he hasn’t heard one good word about himself in a long time. I think he needs it. [thanks for the request! I feel so fluffy while writing this. I hope you and all of u will like it! enjoy.]

tags: fluff, gentle!thor, odin is a bad dad (f him), kissing, touching, lap sitting, hugging.

thor never know that he needed you.

he was a powerful god, the god of thunder, who can kill a hundred men in a single fight. he didn't need anyone to protect him was something he thought but no, you were there, and he saw how he needed you, to protect him. yes, he can easily kill punch of people, creatures and even gods but whenever all father, odin, talk with him, thor becomes weaker. not as physically, but mentally. because of the attitude odin give to him, thor feels dumber and weaker. odin keep his cruel attitude without even thinking about its consequences on thor, how his son feels sad even if he wants to deny it. he even couldn't see it in the first place when you told him how he needed a good treatment, how he deserved one.

but you knew how he would keep saying it was okay but no, it wasn't. it wasn't okay at all. yes, you would give him all the love and affection you have but he needed to be seen by his own father too. odin has to treat him the way he treat to heimdall. he wasn't good at parenting, clearly, but at least he acknowledged heimdall and he had to acknowledge thor either.

so, when odin said, "It's really sad, you know." he took a deep breath, a dissatisfied one, "How I expected too much from you." you felt a great anger on you.

thor looked to other side, not entirely understanding odin's tone, how he make thor lower than him. he sent thor for doing his dirty job in other realm, then, he began to talk how he failed the mission he gave to him without noticing his tone. he didn't give care to the way he talked. he didn't think thor was his son, not his lapdog or someone he could blame for not doing his dirty jobs right. so, you felt too angry about all of this. and suddenly, your mouth took action before your mind.

"why are you doing this?" you asked, poison filled in your voice. "he did nothing wrong. he even got damage in there because of the mission you sent him to."

thor's lovely blue eyes looked at your angry face in shock. yes, you spoke with odin about the way he treated thor but he never see you this angry before. you were like you wanted to fight with odin. so, he came to your side, standing beside you, he said, "It's okay."

you looked at that beautiful face of him, feeling even sadder and angrier because of the love you had. how you wanted to take him far away from odin just to hug him and say how much you love him.

but now, you needed to let it go.

"no, it's not okay!" you turned to odin who was listening you while standing behind his huge desk, looking annoyed because of your sudden blow. "you need to reconsider something. he is your son."

he furrowed, looking both you and thor, judgement on his face, "I recommend you to be careful the way you talk with me young lady." he said, gently, not threatening you at all but you knew he felt so irritated right now. but you weren't someone who could take back what you said, thor needed to be protected.

"I maybe reconsider the way I talk with you when you begin to acknowledge him." you put your palms on the surface of the desk, kneeling closer to him. "Don't think I am someone who has fears of gods."

He smiled, like a father like smile, trying to look nice, like he did nothing wrong. "I can see that." he looked at thor who was holding you by your arms to leave this place. you knew how he felt right now; so vulnerable.

"You picked a good one. She is brave."

thor who stayed silent for a certain time, looked at odin in a way you couldn't describe. however, being father of him, odin knew his gestures better and he said, "no, no. it's a compliment. not a treat."

trying to go back to the topic you started, you said, "We should leave to take care his wounds that caused by the mission you sent. Then, we will have this conversation again."

as you promised, you looked at thor, pointing the door. he moved to leave the room with you, holding you from the waist, gently contrast to his physical power. he always showed you his gentle and delicate side and the moment you left the room, entered your special one, you turned to him.

opening your smaller arms, you hugged his lower chest, "I am sorry." you said, breaking the hug, "I just -"

he took one of your hand, kissed it, making you feel his warm lips on your skin. "I know." he said, looking both sad and happy. "And I am glad. Even if I have lack of actions to show it."

you smiled, kissing his cheek, "You don't need to say anything. I know." then, you pointed to chair to him. his wounds weren't serious but he needed a treatment which you would do gladly. "Sit down. I will take care of you."

he smiled, showing it only around you, showing his real feelings. "I am glad, my love."

taking some medical supplies from closet, you turned to him just to see his blue eyes traveling on your body from head to toe, looking so cute and hot at the same time.

feeling shy, you tried to say, "Thor -"

"What?" he asked, opening his arms for you, pointing his lap for you to sit. "Come."

obeying his wish, you sat down on his huge laps only to feel so small because of his massive body. "I don't need them." he said, pointing to medic you had on your hands, "I need you. Only you. I know I am not very intelligent but -"

"Hey!" you said, putting one of your arms to his shoulder and other to his chest, touching them gently. "No one, even you, can not call yourself unintelligent. Using your heart doesn't mean you are what he called you as. You are Thor, my love, and the God of Thunder who is loved and worshipped by others. So, don't even think about the things he told you. He is wrong." you kissed his lips, taking your time. "You are so much more. Believe me."

"I do." he said, caressing your hair, "I am glad you are here."

smiling, you say, "I always will."

END.

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The Tower - Loki

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Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2612

Warnings: smut (MF, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Elly reminisces about Loki’s first introductions to each of the groups children, then the god of mischief gives her some needed alone time with Thor.

Author’s Note: Requested by RoyaWitch on Wattpad and JamieBarnes on AO3. You can send in your requests too.

Takes place after Happily Ever After but references the past a lot.

Loki

It was a quiet day on Asgard. The weather was mild, warm without being too hot, and had clear skies. Thor was taking one of his unusual days off the throne, and Sam and Steve were taking his place. Thor and I had taken Thour and Nova to the courtyard to play with the Vulparev. They were toddling around, using their familiars to steady themselves as they explored the garden, and Thor and I sat on a rug watching them, me leaning up against Thor as he played with my hair. We had a little picnic set up, with snacks and drinks for us and the kids, plus some treats for the Vulparev.

We hadn’t been outside very long when both the children squealed loudly and ran to the other side of the atrium. Thor and I sat up to see what was happening just in time to see the twins slam into Loki’s legs.

“Yes, hello. It is good to see you too,” he said, crouching down and holding his arms out. The twins both clambered up on him like he was a tree and he stood, holding them both on his hips.

“Brother!” Thor boomed. “It is good to see you on this fine day. Where are you headed?”

Loki carried the babies over to us, the vulparev flanking him on either side. When he saw us laying on the grass he shook his head and gave a small roll of his eyes. “Oh good, my favorite people,” he snarked.

“I hear the sarcasm, Loki, and I wonder who you’re trying to convince,” I teased.

He smirked and took a seat, plopping the two toddlers into his lap. “I’m not really going anywhere, brother,” he said. “I was just walking. Are you slacking today?”

Thor chuckled, refusing to take the bait. “Steven and Samuel are on the throne today. They are more than capable of running the kingdom.”

Loki tsked and rolled his eyes, but as he did Nova started to climb up onto him again and cuddled against his side. Loki’s eyes softened and he gazed down at the little boy. “Well, aren’t you a sweet little thing?”

I smiled as I gazed at them. Loki had always been so good with the children. Back when Riley and Pietro had been born, I’d been a little nervous about Loki meeting them. I liked Loki back then, though I didn’t know them very well. I knew Thor adored his sibling but I also knew that Loki had long-held resentments due to Odin’s treatment of them. It had manifested into a fight for the throne that kept repeating itself, Thor being the chosen child to rule despite not wanting to, and Loki believing that Thor was a bad choice. I’d worried that with Riley’s birth, that resentment would come to a head again because now Loki wouldn’t even be the next in line to rule after Thor.

When Loki had come to meet the twins it was the first time I’d ever seen her presenting as a woman. She was so beautiful dressed in a green and gold gown and when Thor placed Pietro into her arms, all concerns that she’d ever be a risk to those children melted away immediately. She looked so maternal with him in her arms. Almost as if motherhood was part of her divinity.

“Hello, child,” she cooed. “I’m your aunt. You’re not always going to have an easy life. Your sister is heir to a throne and she’s likely to be very powerful. But don’t worry. I’ll always be here for you. I know what it’s like to have a sibling that is difficult to stand in the shadow of. Perhaps I can teach you magic someday. Would you like that?”

She flicked her fingers over Pietro’s head and green light danced on her fingertips. Pietro cooed and reached for them, completely mesmerized by the light.

While Pietro was her favorite, she’d loved Riley just as strongly, and even though the twins didn’t get to see Loki constantly, it was enough that they soon learned that their aunt was often their uncle, and they were always excited when they visited. Often when Thor returned home to us, after the twins had gotten their cuddles from their father, the first thing they asked was ‘Where’s Loki?”

Loki met Rebecca, Sarah, Rose, and Eddie at the same time. This time he came and stayed with us at the tower for a few months. He was so excited to meet the new clan, though Pietro was still the favored one. We’d been a little worried about Loki staying for so long. He did get bored easily and not everyone had fully forgiven Thor’s brother for his past transgressions. Clint’s grudge in particular ran very deep. I understood that - Loki had made Clint kill friends. People who he knew. People who had family.

We had once again been proven wrong. Not that Loki didn’t get bored and cause trouble. He did. A god of mischief has to mischief. His pranks were all on the harmless side and mostly he was a blessing to have around. He helped change diapers. He would take Riley and Pietro to and from school. The thing is, Loki is also the god of stories, and each night during that visit he would weave these amazing tales for Riley and Pietro that would even keep many of us adults enthralled.

I think by the time Billy was born, Loki was starting to think we were maybe breeding a little much. He didn’t come down to visit right away, and in fact, he didn’t meet Billy until we brought the kids to Asgard when he was six months old.

Loki had met us on the Rainbow Bridge and after being set upon by Riley and Pietro, he came over to Wanda who was trying to soothe Billy after the trip through the Bifrost.

“Where is the new addition to the family?” he asked.

“He’s here,” Wanda said, showing Loki the little crying bundle in her arms. Loki looked down at Riley and rolled his eyes. “Your parents like making new Midgardians, don’t they?”

She giggled and nodded. “I got so many brothers and sisters,” she said.

“I thought having one brother was too many,” Loki said, making her break down into hysterical laughter.

He moved in closer to Billy and caressed a finger down his cheek. “Oh, I know. It’s a big scary universe and you’re just learning how big and scary it can be.”

He raised an eyebrow and looked up at Wanda. “He’s full of magic. Do you feel that?”

She smiled and nodded. “I can. I might need your help teaching him.”

The corner of Loki’s lips twitched up for a moment and he tickled Billy’s tummy. “Well, little one, it sounds like we will be working together. That will be fun won’t it?”

Loki was there when Tommy was born. We had so many kids by that point that even with the nannies, we wanted to have a backup on delivery day. She came down while Natasha was sleeping and was the first person who was not a part of the polycule. She sat for so long just gazing down into Tommy’s eyes, and when Tommy’s tiny little hand closed around her finger, for a split second I was sure I saw her eyes prick with tears.

When we decided to have Mar, I think Loki thought we were all done. He came to see us when Mar was just a few weeks old. Looking back on it now, I wonder if Loki could sense something in them even back then. Loki never referred to Mar as a girl or used the pronouns she or her. It was always child and they/them. Maybe there was something deep in Loki’s magic and identity that like recognized like. Or maybe that’s just how Loki addressed all the children and I just didn’t notice with the others. Either way, he was smitten once again, and once again, he had a nibbling that adored him.

Thor poured Loki a glass of wine and offered it to him. “It is a rare day when we are both off.”

“It has been a while,” Loki agreed, waving away the glass. I could see why. His hands were full and there was no way he’d put down one of the children before they were ready. “But do not think I plan to spend the day reminiscing with you about the good old days.”

“I would never dare,” Thor joked.

“God, how is it that all our children just adore you?” I asked as I watched the twins both start to settle and lay in against their uncle, looking like they were about to fall asleep.

“They do have good taste,” he said.

“So people that like you have good taste?” I asked.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Nice try, Elise,” he teased. “But I said that people that adore me have good taste. Do you adore me, Elise? Are you completely infatuated with me?”

I started giggling. “Maybe?”

“Oh, do you hear that brother? Your dear wife is completely smitten. How hard it will be for me not to steal her away from you,” he teased.

Thor laughed loudly. “That will be a shame. But - at least she will be staying within the family.”

I lost it completely, leaning into Thor as I hid my face. “Oh no, she seeks comfort in my brother for I have scorned her. A tale worthy of the ages,” Loki teased, making me laugh even louder, my sides hurting.

“Do not worry, brother. As soon as I bed her, I’ll have her forgetting all about you,” Thor joked.

Loki grimaced and shook his head. “I did not need to hear that,” Loki said. “Be away with you both.”

“Hey! We were here first!” I argued.

“Yes, but I am currently covered in small sleeping children and you are not,” he said. “So you’ll need to leave.”

We didn’t move, obviously assuming it was part of the joke but Loki waved us away. “I mean it. I have these two. I’ll bring them back when they wake. Go and bed your wife.”

Thor titled his head. “Are you sure? We don’t mind keeping you company.”

He shook his head. “You know how I feel about company. Go. I’ll bring them back to you when they wake.”

I leaned over and kissed both Nova and Thour on the forehead. “Thank you, Loki.”

“You can owe me a favor,” he teased.

“Oh gods,” I laughed as I stood with Thor, making Loki laugh as well.

I collected up Sanguine as Thor picked up Mjolnir and the two of us headed back into the palace.

“It feels a little strange to bed you at the whim of my brother,” Thor said as we strolled back to our living quarters.

“Is that going to stop you from doing it?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Oh norns, no,” he said. “We should take advantage of the moment while we have it.”

I laughed and leaned up and kissed him, and he took the opportunity to scoop me up into his arms. I squealed and laughed as he carried me straight to our bedroom, climbing the stairs to our oversized bed and laying me down on the mattress. Thor started to slowly undress as he looked down at me, pulling on different drawstrings and unclasping buckles. I simply pulled on one tie and my gown fell open, the fabric spilling out around me.

He licked his lips as he threw his tunic aside, exposing his muscular chest. I met his eyes and slowly ran my palm down my body and between my legs, fingering my clit as I looked up at him. “Mmm that’s it, my life,” he purred. “Just like that. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

I moaned and my head dropped back as I focused on the warm tingle that was slowly spreading through me from my cunt. “Look at me, my queen.”

I opened my eyes. He stood above me, watching me through darkened eyes. He opened his pants and pushed them down. His cock sprung up, thick and hard, pressing straight up against his belly. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and slowly started pumping it. A bead of precome formed on the head and I licked my lips, picturing how it must taste.

He sank to his knees and crawled up over me. I spread my legs, welcoming him between them, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down into a kiss.

He slid the head of his cock up and down my slit. It pulsed against my clit sending shivers through time, and I arched my back, trying to angle my hips so he’d push into me.

Thor was in no hurry. If the tip of his cock caught at my entrance he would pull back and slide past it, teasing my clit once more. I whined needing, squirming under him.

He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against mine. “My poor needy lover. Am I taking too long?”

“Yes,” I whined. “I want you inside me.”

He changed the angle of his hips and with one smooth stroke, he entered me. I moaned as my cunt stretched to take him, and I lifted my knees so he could go as deep as possible.

He didn’t give me time to adjust but he also didn’t rush things. Each roll of his hips was slow and measured, so his cock dragged down the ridges of my cunt, and the base rubbed against my clit. I kept trying to angle my hips so he would hit my g-spot, but he was just too big, it brushed past it, which sent shivers through me and was punctuated with a sting as he hit my cervix.

I wrapped myself around him and raked my nails down his back. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted him to touch all of me. For our bodies to meld together. I pulled him into another kiss. It was deep and slow, matching the pace of Thor’s hips. We were making love, even with the sting with each thrust, it was love-making at its best.

Pleasure spread through me like an electric current, making my skin prickle and my hair stand on end. It felt like the current was passing between us, merging us into one.

I rolled my hips to meet his, arching my back, and moaning into his lips. My orgasm built, coiling through me like a snake, starting at my toes and winding right up to the top of my head. It tightened all at once and I seized up under him as my orgasm came crashing through me.

Thor continued to thrust, fucking me through my orgasm, and when his hit, he shoved in deep and pulled back, roaring as he released inside me.

He rolled, pulling me on top of him so he could stay inside me longer. “How long do you think we have?” I asked.

He smiled up at me and ran his fingers through my hair. “I think he will give us just exactly as much time as we need. And then he’ll come in and make it seem as if he hated every second of it and that we owe him.”

I chuckled. “I mean, we kind of do.”

Thor laughed with me and rested his forehead against mine. “Don’t let him know we know,” he whispered and we both collapsed, laughing together.

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Avengers Preferences

How You Meet

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Captain America/Steve Rogers-

Working for the infamous Nick Fury was a hard job as it was. Now working for him as and being his goddaughter was a whole other level of difficult. Behind closed doors, he was gentler and loving in his own, unique way. However, in public, it was strictly professional. You didn’t receive any special treatment and were held to the same standard as every other agent. You didn’t mind, it was how it was and you were understanding.

Fury had been proud and excited when you decided to become a SHIELD agent. As you quickly rose through the ranks, you began working closely with Phil Coulson and Maria Hill. You also worked closely with Hawkeye and Black Widow. In fact, they were the ones who recommended you for the Avengers Initiative. Fury protested at first because of Tony Stark, but with some help from Hill and Coulson, he relented.

To welcome you and bring some positive light to himself, Tony Stark threw one of his legendary parties. Opting for a more modest look, especially considering your godfather was there, you wore a dress that stopped at your knees and some comfortable flats. You kept your makeup minimal and natural as well. After you were satisfied with your appearance, you made your way to the party.

The party was indeed just as grand and lavish as everything Tony Stark did. People mingled about, barely acknowledging you despite the party being in your honor. You didn’t really care though. You knew they were just here for the free booze. You pushed your way to the bar where you saw Natasha and Maria talking.

“Ladies,” you greeted. They smiled and waved you over, handing you a glass full of sparkling liquid.

“Hey, you look cute,” Maria said. You smiled, tilting your head.

“Well, it was this or sweats,” you jested. Natasha let out a snort, smirking behind her glass.

"Ah! Here she comes. The woman of the hour," Clint announced. You playfully rolled your eyes.

“There she is! The woman of the hour!” Clint announced as he made his way to you. You playfully rolled your eyes. He waved over two figures. “Y/N, meet Dr. Banner and Thor.” Dr. Banner was a small man with glasses who looked completely uncomfortable. His hair was a curly mess as he rubbed his hands together, eyes darting in every direction. Thor seemed more at ease in this environment. He gave you a big smile, grasping your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said, his voice booming over the loud music and other party-goers. He was a giant compared to everyone with long, blonde hair.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” you replied. The six of you engaged in small talk, well, more like you Maria. Natasha and Dr. Banner had some weird, and slightly awkward flirting thing going on between them that you wanted absolutely nothing a part of. And Clint and Thor were trying to outdrink each other. Though from the look of it, Thor was winning easily.

After a while, Phil came up to congratulate you. He nodded towards the other side of the room where you spotted Fury talking to America’s own golden boy, Captain America. Though they appeared deep in conversation, Fury waved you over. Phil gave you a pat on the back as he replaced your spot next to Maria.

“L/N. I want you to meet your new leader, Captain Rogers. Rogers, this is your newest recruit, Agent Y/N L/N.” You nodded your head, sticking your hand out. He grasped your hand, shaking it firmly. His hands were surprisingly soft--just like his baby blue eyes. He gave you a boyish grin, causing you to smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Agent L/N,” he told you.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Captain Rogers,” you replied. He gave you a boyish grin, scratching behind his ear.

"Please, call me Steve."

"Y/N."

Iron Man/Tony Stark-

Most people spent their Friday nights at the bars, getting wasted with friends and hitting on strangers. Not you though, you worked well into the night. You were at the bar too, but you were behind the counter, watching as everyone made fools of themselves. Though, you didn’t usually work on Friday nights, but your coworker had convinced you to cover their shift, a stupid decision on your part. While the amount of money you would make would be amazing, having hundreds of people scream for your attention wasn’t.

This Friday night was no different than any other. Loud, drunk adults slurred their orders to you as they attempted to flirt with each other. The night seemed to drag on as you continued to make drinks and throw away napkins with scribbled numbers on them. And as the night progressed, and the crowd around the bar slowly but surely diminished, you were able to relax somewhat. You were just about done with creeps staring at your tits.

You were cleaning a glass when someone called for you. You set the glass down and turned around, throwing the rag over your shoulder. If you weren’t so tired, you probably would have choked on air when you saw Tony Stark: genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, and freaking Iron Man sitting at your bar. You walked over to him, resting your forearms on the bar.

“What’s your poison, sweetcheeks?” you asked. He licked his lips, peering over the rim of his glasses at you. You quirked a brow, staring at him expectantly.

“I’ll have your best whiskey--neat.” You nodded, turning to pour him his desired drink. Despite his television persona, the man at least had taste. You handed him his drink, watching as he took a long sip. He nodded his head approvingly. “This is perfect. You know, I could give you my best later. Though I can’t promise it’ll be neat,” he said with a wink. You let out a snort, shaking your head.

“Sorry sweetcheeks, but you’re gonna have to do better than that. I thought you were a playboy?” you teased. He chuckled, shooting you a wink. You didn’t see him much after that, he seemed to have disappeared from the bar, probably in the arms of some hot, blonde, model. You shook your head, continuing to clean the counter. Guys like him didn’t go for girls like you. Not seriously.

Your shift finally ended when the bar closed around two o’clock. Relief flooded your body as you collected your tips and clocked out. You bade your coworker a good night and began your trek home. While you were walking under the streetlights, your skin began crawling. You looked around but couldn’t see anyone around you. Quickening your pace, you marched on, your purse clutched in your hand.

You were almost to the front stoop of your apartment when a pair of arms wrapped around your body, yanking you into a dark alley. One of the hands covered your mouth while the other was wrapped securely around your arms and body.

“Hey baby. Wanna have some fun?” slurred a voice. You rolled your eyes despite the danger you were in. You struggled to break his grip on you, but he was a lot stronger than he appeared. “Calm down baby, I’m not gonna hurt you.” His breath reeked of alcohol, making you want to gag.

“Maybe not, but if you don’t let her go, I’m going to hurt you.” The drunk let go of you and scampered away. You fell back against the nearby wall, taking deep breaths.

“Thank you, so much,” you said, turning your head. You certainly weren’t expecting to see Iron Man standing on the sidewalk outside the alley way. His face lifted up, revealing Tony Stark beneath the mask.

“So… about my previous offer.” You shot him a harsh glare. He held his hands up, taking a step back. “Kidding, although, I should at least get your number. You know, in case you need me to save you again.” You rolled your eyes but pulled your lipstick out of your bag anyway, writing your number on the arm of his suit.

Hulk/Dr. Bruce Banner-

After the New York incident, your brother, Clint Barton, had been very adamant about you moving in with him. Well, he actually wanted you to move in with Laura, but you refused to live on a farm. Tasha and your brother had helped you move from your tiny apartment to your room at the compound, located conveniently next to Clint’s.

Tony came to help as well. As well as to see one of his favorite college buddies. Oh yes, you, him and Rhodey had all gone to college together, though you were a few years younger than them. He’d been more than happy to hear you’d be moving into the tower.

Once everything had been unpacked and put into its place and you were settled, Clint took you up to meet the rest of your housemates. They were all waiting around in a lounge room with Tony, naturally, in the center of the crowd, talking animatedly about himself.

“Mini Me!” he cried when he saw you. He dramatically sauntered over to you, wrapping you in a hug. Your brother, usually not fond of men near you, had no problem with Tony. You returned his hug. “A pleasure to have you finally join us.” You chuckled, detangling yourself from him. Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the rest of the Avengers.

“Guys, this is my sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is Steve Rogers, Thor, and Dr. Bruce Banner.”

“It’s great to finally meet you all,” you told them, flashing them your dazzling smile. “Clint has told me so much about you guys.” Thor was the first to approach you, pressing a quick kiss to the back of your hand.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Y/N.” You let out a giggle, covering your cheek.

“Oh, I like you.” He flashed you a bright smile which you happily returned. Steve said hello, offering you a simple handshake. Bruce was more timid, giving you a curt nod and a small wave. You found his semi-flustered state cute, and it kind of melted your heart.

“So, uh, what’s the story behind Tony’s nickname for you?” Steve inquired. Before you could reply, Tony was wrapping his arm around your shoulders, answering for you.

“Well you see, Capsical, this marvelous, young woman here is party central. You guys thought I was crazy--this girl--this girl is crazier. Her knowledge of alcohol is unbelievable and her ability to attract the male gaze is unbeatable.” Clint glared at that last part, rolling his eyes. You brushed Tony’s arm off, crossing your arms over your chest.

“As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I did get two degrees in art and design and biochemical engineering.” The rest of the Avengers let out ooh’s at Tony. He threw his hands up in defense, bowing his head down. Clint brought his hands to your shoulders, shaking you slightly. You glanced over to Bruce, watching as he quickly averted his gaze from you, finding the ceiling far more fascinating.

Hawkeye/Clint Barton-

Being handed the wrapped flag was never something you thought would actually happen to you. The soldiers had been very helpful, offering to drive you to where you needed to go. You could only really go to one place. You’d just lost the only family you had left. You gave the soldiers the address and sat in the back of the car, staring out the window.

They asked for confirmation about the address when they pulled up to the Avenger’s Tower. You simply thanked them for their time and stepped out of their car. You held the flag close to your chest as you walked past agents and tower workers and went straight to the elevator. Tears welled in your eyes as the doors closed behind you.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you called, your voice cracking. “Take me to the floor Tony’s on.” You really hoped he was in the room or in his lab.

"Right away Ms. L/N," the AI replied. You stood in the elevator, tears threatening to spill as you waited for the elevator to open. You rushed out when the elevator doors opened but stopped short when you saw Tony surrounded by the Avengers.

Once they did, you froze in your place. Tony had been your friend since college. You knew that you could always depend on him to be there for you, especially now. The other Avengers who surrounded him however, you were less than certain about. You contemplated leaving when F.R.I.D.A.Y. chimed in.

“Sir, Y/N L/N is here to see you.” He turned his head with a smile, opening his arms. His eyes traveled to the flag in your arms and his face fell.

“Oh… Y/N.” You lip quivered as you cast your eyes down, tears blurring your vision. You heard footsteps approaching you and a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Y/N.” Tony stroked your head as your body began shaking.

"They're--they're gone," you choked out.

"Who's gone?" the other guy inquired. You tried answering, but all that came out were choked sobs. "Hey, Y/N, I'm going to need you to breathe. Inhale. Hold. Exhale." After repeating the exercises a few times, your breathing was steady.

"Y/N, what happened?" Tony asked again.

"S/N was killed in combat," you said, fresh tears welling up in your eyes. "I just lost my whole family." You began hiccupping violently, making it hard to breathe.

"Clint, take her to my room. I'll be there shortly," Tony ordered. Clint led you to Tony's penthouse suite. He sat you on the bed, rubbing your shoulder.

"Thank you." You attempted to give him a weak smile.

"Feel better. I'm sorry for your loss," he told you, returning your smile with a soft one.

Thor Odinson-

Being one of SHIELD’s top agents came with both perks and nuances. Perks included always being in the loop of every underground operation, including the fact that Phil Coulson faked his death. Nuances included being hyper-aware of everyone around you at any given time, friends and foes alike.

Tony Stark inviting you to a party, well, all of SHIELD, was inviting paranoia. Your coworkers assured you that you were just in work mode, and this would help you relax. To appease them, you begrudgingly agreed to go.

You didn’t dress up, opting for a casual look to help you blend in. You made sure you were armed before finding a seat at the bar. Natasha was playing bartender, her eyes seeing everything all at once.

“Don’t have too much fun there,” she said, gesturing down to your cup of barely touched water. You lifted your brows quickly, looking back at the other SHIELD agents partying their hearts out.

“No promises.” She let out a snort, moving to mix another cocktail.

The hairs on the back of your neck began to stand up. You let your highly trained eyes scan the room, but you didn’t see anything. Then a thought hit you. You glanced up, searching the ceiling until you found a pair of eyes looking down at you from the vents. They shot you a wink before disappearing. Your eyes narrowed until you heard a cough behind you.

You turned to find the Prince of Asgard behind you, dressed more casually than you’d see him before. You raised a brow, looking him up and down.

“Good evening my lady. I am looking for our mutual friend Barton. Do you know where I can find him?” You glanced back towards the vent, waiting for the Prince to follow your gaze.

“Sorry, your Highness. Can’t say I’ve seen him,” you told him. He turned and found you staring at the vent. He gave you a big grin, bowing his head.

“A shame. I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”

“Not at all.”

“If that’s the case, I’d love a dance.” You turned back to Nat who was motioning for you to go. You bit your tongue, looking around the room.

“How can I--” You trailed off. From the corner of your eye, you spotted another coworker sitting at the other end of the bar. Her eyes kept flickering between her drink and the jacket that covered some guy’s arm from the elbow down. “Hold that thought.”

You set your untouched water down, moving down the bar. Nat followed you, keeping an eye on you. You carefully took out one of your concealed knives, pressing it to the guy’s back. He tensed immediately, allowing for your coworker to slip away.

Unfortunately he wasn’t the only undercover spy. A mass shoot-out took place, bullets whizzed by, glass shattered, and bodies hit the floor. Thankfully, most SHIELD agents survived unharmed.

You watched as Maria, Clint, and Nat hauled the last of the spies out of the party, handcuffs on their wrists. Thor approached you as you finished giving your statement, holding tightly onto Mjölnir. He opened his mouth to say something, but Clint called for you, waving you towards one of the SUVs.

“Raincheck on that dance?” you called back, jogging towards the van. Thor bowed his head, lifting Mjölnir briefly. You shot him a wink, sliding into the car before it took off.

Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff-

Drinking was not something you did very often. Drinking alone was something you only did within the comfort and safety of your own apartment. So why were you sitting alone at a bar on a Friday night? Well, your boyfriend had a terrible accident. He tripped and fell into your manager’s bed.

“Well hello there.” You tipped back another shot, setting the cup back down onto the bar. You turned slowly in your seat to stare at the blurry man now seated next to you. Raising a brow, you moved to rest your head in your hand. “Hey Sweetheart. I hate to bother you, but I could really use your number?” the stranger asked.

“I think you could use a better line,” you slurred, rolling your eyes. You turned back to face the bar, staring down at your empty shot glass. From your other side you heard someone laughing. Glancing over, you could only make out another blurry man with almost white hair. “Can I help you?”

“Do you know who you just turned down?” he asked with a thick, foreign accent. You shook your head, immediately regretting it. You held your hand to your head, willing your brain to stop moving around. “That was Tony Stark.” You scoffed.

“Then I’m glad I turned him down,” you said. The blonde man smirked, you thought. He was slowly coming into focus, and he was actually kind of cute. Kind of. Poor lighting and tequila made everyone look good.

“You’re funny. And cute. What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked. You shrugged.

“Men suck. Left me for his stupid manager. She’s not even pretty,” you said, face heating up with anger and alcohol. The man winced.

“Yeah, men do suck. I’m Pietro by the way.”

"Y/N."

“Y/N,” he repeated. The way your name sounded with his accent almost had you swooning… almost. “You should head home. You’re wasted, and I’d hate for someone to take advantage of you.”

“And you’ve been doing what, exactly?” you challenged. He grinned, looking down at his hands which had somehow gotten ahold of your phone.

“Distracting you so you can sober up a bit before the cab I called arrives.” He handed your phone back to you. “I’ll have one of the bartenders escort you. When you’re sober, give me a call.”

Spiderman/Peter Parker-

Switching schools was never something you liked. Always being the new kid and having to recreate a social life was always hard and frustrating. Trying to be the lone wolf never worked in your favor either. Your bubbly and friendly personality didn’t let you fade into the shadows. Then when you inevitably moved, it was always full of tears.

Your latest move wasn’t any different. Your family had relocated to New York City for your father’s business. Once again you were in a new school, surrounded by people you didn’t know. While their faces blurred together, yours stuck out. Tingles ran up your spine as you avoided everyone’s curious gazes. You glanced down at the paper containing your schedule and locker number and combination.

You found it easy enough, but when you entered the combination it refused to budge. You double checked the combination before carefully putting it in.

“Son of a bitch,” you mumbled, shaking the lock. You dropped the lock, resting your head against the cold metal door.

“Need some help with that?” A tall girl with glasses and frizzy hair pulled into a lazy ponytail stood a little ways down. She was standing in front of, presumably, her own locker, a tower of books balanced in her arm.

“That’d be great, thanks,” you said. You stood up straight, pulling your mouth into a thin line.

“These things suck,” she told you. She slammed her own locker shut. She jiggled your lock before hitting the door with her elbow. It swung open with complete ease.

“Thank you.” You bowed your head slightly.

“No problem. I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Uh, no. I’m new. My name’s Y/N. Y/N L/N.” You stuck your hand out, a smile on your face.

“Hey, I’m--”

“MJ!”

You turned around to find two boys coming down the hallway, waving their hands excitedly. One boy had tan skin and dark hair that was neatly combed, while the other was pale with light brown hair and wore a dorky sweater.

“MJ! We’ve been looking for you,” the first guy said, almost ignoring you.

“I was just helping out Y/N here,” she said. “Y/N this is Ned and Peter-- a couple of losers.”

“Um, hi.” You gave the boys an awkward wave as the bell rang loudly. “I’ll see you guys around. Thanks for opening my locker.” You gave the three of them a tight-lipped smile before hurrying down the hall.

Falcon/Captain America/Sam Wilson-

When you had returned from Iraq, you were so happy to be home. Your family had thrown a small get-together to celebrate your safe return. Everyone was so proud of you for serving your country. Your parents had offered to let you stay with them until you found yourself a job and an apartment. With a good record, and an honorable discharge, it shouldn’t have been hard.

It was two months before you landed a job as a receptionist at the V. A. Center in D.C. It wasn’t a glamorous job, but you made decent money. However, living in D.C. was expensive. Finding a place seemed almost impossible, even with a job. Luckily your parents were extremely understanding.

After about three months at the V. A., you had your job down pretty well. Most of the time you were answering calls from local and nationwide veterans. Most were nice, inquiring about certain medical options and wanting help through the transition back into normal society. Some veterans weren’t as friendly and called to complain about how the government treated them or simply to yell.

You had finished another call and were logging it when someone cleared their throat. You tapped on the board that was in front of you. You listened as the pen scratched across the paper for the visitor. Once you finished your log you glanced up.

A tall, dark, and handsome stranger stood in front of your desk, a half-smile on his face. You smiled back, bringing your full attention to him.

“Welcome to the V. A. Center, how can I help you?” you asked, raising your brow a bit.

“I’m Sam Wilson. I have an interview in about twenty-minutes,” he told you. You nodded, sliding down a bit to the other phone. You picked it up, dialing the three numbers to your boss’ office.

“One moment.” You slid down to your other phone, dialing the three numbers for your boss’ office. “Sir, you have a Sam Wilson here to see you,” you informed him. “Yes sir.” You slid back down to Sam Wilson, a smile on your face. “He’ll be with you shortly. He’s finishing up a meeting.

He nodded, sitting down in one of the chairs. He leant back, arm thrown over the back of the chair as he stared down the hall, resting his ankle on his knee. You tried your best not to stare, but not staring was never a strong suit of yours, and boy did Sam Wilson give you plenty to stare at.

“Which branch did you serve for, Mr. Wilson?” you inquired, pretending to type on the computer as if you hadn’t spent the last five minutes staring at him.

“Just Sam is fine,” he said with a chuckle. “And I served in the army.”

“Army,” he replied. You nodded, a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth.

“Interesting. So when they did the Men of the Army calendar, was it just twelve months of you?” You watched as your words went through his head before he let out a chuckle. “What? Didn’t like it?” You shot him a wink, a smirk on your face.

“I like it quite a lot, actually… what’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.”

Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes-

It took years and years of studying and hard work, but becoming the leading psychiatrist in dealing and helping soldiers with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSS), formerly PTSD. You never experienced it personally, but you had neighbors and friends who suffered from it growing up. You wanted to do something helpful in the world, something good, so you dedicated your life to finding ways to work through what others had experienced. Your reputation began to precede you, and that was how you were flown across the world to help one of the worst cases you’d ever seen.

The patient was a Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. He served in World War II where he was presumed KIA, Killed In Action. That was until about four years ago when he resurfaced as an assassin for an organization that was almost gone. The more you read, the wilder his story seemed to get. Reading his file, which was quite extensive, covered almost the entire flight to Wakanda.

King T’Challa stood ready to greet you when your plane landed. You bowed your head respectively, taking in the empty fields that surrounded you. He shook your hand firmly, offering you a warm smile.

“Welcome to Wakanda Dr. L/N,” he greeted.

“Thank you for having me, Your Majesty,” you said. “You have beautiful, open lands.”

“You’re much too kind. If you would follow me this way.” He held his hand out and began guiding you across one of the fields. Birds chirped above you as you made your trek over the verdant hills.

Just over the last hill was a single hut. Goats roamed around freely, munching on grass and bleating. King T’Challa gestured to the hut, staring at it solemnly.

“White Wolf lives there. He lives happily in solitude, but human interaction is important. The world says you are the best in your field. Please, help him,” the King said. You nodded your head.

“Nothing is guaranteed,” you reminded him. “My methods aren’t a one-hundred percent success, but I will do my best.”

“That is all we ask.”

You nodded one more time before resuming your walk to the small hut, this time alone. The goats were curious about you, pausing their lunch to stare at you. One particularly small one ran to you, nudging its head against your leg.

“Steve, be nice.”

A new voice caught your attention. His hair was longer and his beard was fuller, but you recognized the man as Sergeant Barnes. He stood in the doorway of the hut, staring down at the tiny goat that was now nibbling at the bottom of your pants. He wore white, traditional, Wakanda clothing. A white bandage covered the stub where his arm once was. He would have seemed peaceful were it not for the dark, solemn gaze in his eyes.

“Sergeant Barnes?” you called, bending down to pick up the goat. He looked up at you. “Sergeant Barnes my name is Dr. Y/N L/N. King T’Challa asked me to help you transition back into civilian society.” He nodded his head slowly. The goat, Steve, nestled into your chest, nibbling your shirt. “I was hoping we could talk.”

“Of course,” he said, moving aside so you could enter his hut. Setting the goat down, you stepped inside the small hut. It was bare for the most part, only the necessities were present. You took a seat on a nearby chair, watching him carefully. He took a seat across from you, awkwardly shifting in his seat.

“Sergeant Barnes, I would like to preface this by saying I am here to help you, and if what we do isn’t helping, it’s okay to say that,” you said.

“Bucky.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My name… it’s Bucky.” You smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m Y/N.”

Loki Odinson-

Rehabilitation, patience, and forgiveness were some of your core beliefs. You also believed that good was in everyone, no matter what bad deeds they did, no matter how lost they seemed, with the right guidance and a voice of encouragement, you truly believed that anyone could redeem themselves. Because of this firm belief, you started a rehabilitation center in your kingdom which grew into the biggest and most successful rehabilitation center in the world.

Being the princess of a small country was hard, but this success gave your country exactly what it needed--money. Which sounded worse than it actually was. The world runs on money and your people weren’t exactly millionaires, but being paid to rehabilitate both petty and hardened criminals was surprisingly a great way to make money.

So much so that King T’Challa of Wakanda, an old childhood friend of yours, asked a favor from an American acquaintance of his. Tony Stark, owner of Stark Industries and Avenger, had been asked by his fellow Avenger, Thor, to seek a place for his trickster brother. You had heard all about New York in the news, but you never expected that to have an effect on your country. You weren’t so sure until Thor offered to pay in pure gold. That, you simply couldn’t refuse.

You stood on the runway, watching as the plane carrying your latest case began to touch down. The wind whipped your hair around your face, but your sunglasses protected your eyes. The wind settled once the plane came to a stop. The door opened and the first to exit was King T’Challa.

“Your Majesty,” you called. He smiled at you as he descended the stairs.

“Your Highness,” he greeted. He jogged over to you, skipping all formalities to give you a heartfelt hug. “It has been too long, old friend.”

“Much too long,” you agreed. A posse of people had followed him. Guards from Wakanda, Tony Stark, Thor, and his brother, Loki.

“Princess Y/N, this is my American acquaintance, Tony Stark.”

“Yes, Stark Industries precedes you.” He bowed to you respectfully.

“Your Highness, this is Thor and his troublesome brother Loki,” Stark said, gesturing to the two giant men beside him. Loki was bound in unique chains and had his face covered so you could only see his eyes.

“Welcome, gentlemen. We are happy to welcome you to our small corner of the world. If you all would follow me,” you said. You looped your arm through T’Challa’s, leading them to the facilities where Loki would be kept. “While your brother is a rather unique guest, we will be treating him like we treat everyone else here. Because of his abilities, he will be placed in a special room designed specifically for him.”

“How do you know it will hold Reindeer Games over here?” Stark asked, sending a pointed look to Loki. You smiled.

“I had a top engineer design it using advanced technologies that could put your entire company to shame,” you said. A smirk pulled at T’Challa’s mouth at the mention of his sister.

“You are very kind for doing this Princess Y/N,” Thor said. “I know with the right guidance, my brother will come back to who he used to be. Loki rolled his eyes at that, opting to look out the window. From the corner of your eye, you could see him staring at your reflection through the glass.

“It’s my pleasure.”

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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I know I said I would be waiting for your requests to open but I just couldn't contain myself! I need to see more about Heimdall and his annoying butt more in Tumblr lol.

Anyways I read that you're willing to write for God of War games so I wanted to start this with an ask:

In the game we saw Heimdall's personality and his treatment towards his brother (Thor) and I believe he doesn't like his other siblings because of the fear of being replaced; He wants to be the one and only prized son for Odin (They all have daddy issues in this game). But let's imagine that his mother Blódughadda had another child with Odin how do you think he will react having a sibling from the same blood (same mother and father)? Do you think he would treat them a bit kindly or do you think he would still be the same Heimdall as we seen in the game?

Me and my familial drama loving heart is back again!

I feel like Heimdall would be very possessive towards his sibling, whether their older or younger than him. I think he would still treat them pretty shitty, especially if they’re younger than him but Odin forbid if anyone else were to treat his sibling negatively. It would very much be that thing of ‘I’m the the only one allowed to treat my sibling badly because their my sibling’. Heimdall would not stand for anyone else to do so. I wouldn’t be surprised if he were to treat them just a tad bit better when it’s just him and his sibling alone. Don’t get me wrong he’s still a dick but he’s just a little less dick-ish in these moments.

He would also want to be idolized by his sibling, especially if they were younger. He would want them to look up to him and see him as powerful and irreplaceable. I think he would especially lose his mind if his sibling were to look up to anyone else (other than Odin). He’d see that as a form of replacing him or even just abandoning him altogether. It would especially hit harder since they share the same blood. He’d feel even more betrayed.

I could see Heimdall looking up to an older sibling, particularly if they were in Odin’s good graces. He’d thrive off of whatever praise and validation they gave him, no matter how small. Even if he were to have replaced them or even become more powerful and useful to Odin than they were, Heimdall would still crave for their praise and overall approval.

#anxious answers #yandere heimdall #yandere god of war concept #yandere god of war #yandere concept

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ask-shu-todoroki · 1 year

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Here's your permission to talk about your MLP character hyperfixations

go on now

Do I just rattle off who's on my mind right now? Well, okay, lemme think... XD

King Sombra - Currently the most pressing hyperfixation at the moment because I want to write a redemption arc for him. I honestly think he was done dirty by the series and he should've been given the Discord treatment instead of being revived in Season 9 only to be killed off. Kind of a waste, don't you think? Also he's extremely hot and I cannot help but simp for his majesty aaaaa

No seriously look at him and tell me if you're a man you don't immediately question your sexuality

Soarin - He just has a really cool design and looks like a really cool and chill dude. Can do no wrong and his voice is really cool too. Kind of gives off California surfer dude vibes and although he's second-in-command he's way more chill than Spitfire. I wish he had more speaking roles tbh because we just need more of this man instead of him being a weird side/background character hybrid. Like people know who he is but he only speaks in like, three episodes???

Thunderlane - Okay, he's a background stallion and no one really cares about him and his brother Rumble and I didn't either until "Marks and Recreation." Like, he's a talented flyer but he can also cook? Where has this guy been all my life? His design is awesome and he looks like he'd be a confident boss type but from what I saw of him he's just as sweet as Soarin which is why they belong together don't @ me Idk how these people get his voice down perfectly but his voice fits so well aaaaa

Help his face in this image, just, gay panic

Shining Armor - He's like the only major male character in the series that appears frequently and I'm not mad at it, literally best husband and he probably speaks for all new fathers when he looks like he's losing his sanity in The Crystalling. Wait, does that make him a DILF???

Braeburn - He's not so much in my thoughts as other stallions but maybe he should, like he's a really cool and down to earth character and I can see why so many people in the fandom write him. Basically a Texas cowboy but ponified? How can you not like him hrrrr

Thorax - THE CINNAMON ROLLEST CINNAMON ROLL THERE EVER WAS

No really he's so precious and needs to be protected, can literally do no wrong, he helped take down his own queen like what an icon. He also never gave up on his brother who was kind of being a jerk to him and he's also the only leader who didn't get angry at Neighsay for being a racist. Definition of gentle giant in his metamorphized form

Sunburst - Initially I was kind of "eh" about him when he made his debut but I grew to like him as he made more appearances in the series. Probably the character who I can connect the most with, being socially awkward, wears glasses, and also smart? I can connect with him on a personal level and his wizard vibes despite not actually being a wizard are to die for aaaaa

Flash Sentry - Okay, hear me out, hear me out! I know no one likes him in the fandom but he genuinely seems like a nice dude, if his human form is anything to go by. Also we never really see what it's like to be a royal guard so why not go into more depth with him? He was supposed to play a bigger part in the series but he was axed due to the absolute vitriol that was thrown towards him from what I heard and it's really a shame.

You can't tell me he's not cute in this shot

Flash Magnus - He's as badass as he looks. No seriously he's just such a confident and awesome character that I love him so much. He also looks suspiciously similar to Flash Sentry so I have to wonder, are they related? Is Flash Sentry a descendant of Flash Magnus? Is this a possible fic idea? XD Also his red mane is just, chef's kiss

He looks like he's been through war and he's literally a living legend, what's not to love?

Rockhoof - Okay he gives me Thor vibes and Thor is hot so I think he is hot. The episode of him trying to find his place is the right mix of seriousness and comedy, like nothing in the modern world is made for someone that buff XD He and Thorax are gentle giants and I love them both pretty much, I can't choose between him and Flash as a favorite Pillar of Equestria XD

Okay after writing like a thousand words those are all of my hyperfixations at the moment when it comes to MLP, they live in my head rent free fighting for space with Cars, Planes, Mariah Carey, and Transformers

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marvel-m-lee · 2 years

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Hii its me again, i really loved the fic that you wrote and i have another idea.

There is not so many fanfics with sylvie so i though about one. Hear me out- female reader the age of 16 and she is like a litle sister to sylvie one day she and sylvie had a big fight and you refuses to talk to her, some days pass and she Accidentally finding that she is ticklish and the reader is trying to hold their laigh as much as she can hold it. This is the way sylvie choose to to make her talk to her

Talk to Me

Words: 1631

Fandom: MCU Sylvie x (f)Reader

Summary: Y/n and Sylvie have an argument which ends in silent treatment. Sylvie finds a way to get Y/n to talk to her again

A/n: I love this person, I'm sorry this didn't come out sooner. Honestly

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"Come on, please Y/n. Just talk to me"

You turned around and walked the opposite way, right back to your room. You wanted to get a snack but seeing your devil sister there just made you turn back around.

You'd been ignoring her for about 3 days now, including today. You'd both had an argument and she just wouldn't give up so you just wouldn't talk to her. She had said some hurtful things, and you had too obviously, but she stepped over a line and ever since you just couldn't look at her.

She kept trying to talk to you but you'd just walk away or ignore her. Usually avoiding her though, which was strange because the two of you were like sisters.

You'd over heard her talking to Loki one night about the situation, you'd actually spoken to him too right away and he comforted you. You only overheard a little bit but you heard the sadness in her "oh... no" when Loki explained how badly she'd hurt you...

Maybe you wanted to forgive her, but you didn't want to look at her yet. You were still mad.

"Oh come on Y/n! It's been days!" You heard as she tried running up to you. You only ignored her, continuing your pace with a head high as you continued on.

"Y/n? Y/n. Y/n! Just talk to me!"

You continued ignoring her, annoying her as you did so.

"Im sorry alright? Just look at me!"

Before you could even think about it though, someone ran at you and was swinging you in the air laughing his oh so contagious laugh.

"Dear Y/n! Why so glum? You look so much nicer with your smile!" Thor teased, holding you in his arms and tickling you making you suddenly break and fall into a giggling fit while waving his hands away. Trust Thor to do this. He had such a big smile he could fix anything.

He looked up and saw Sylvie, quickly pulling her in for a hug. "Dear sister! Lady Sylvie" he teased with a bow while holding you in his arm still. How he could read a situation so wrong was mind blowing to you but you couldn't help but smile at him.

Sylvie smirked at him too, nodding her head at him in appreciation.

"Dinner shall be ready soon, I was told to round everyone up and spotted the two of you here. Have either of you seen Loki?" He asked, looking between you both.

You shook your head, not wanting Sylvie to get the luxury of hearing your voice.

"No, sorry Thor, last I did see him was out in the garden" Sylvie replied looking behind her and pointing down the hall.

"Oh, well thank you, I'll go check, see you both at dinner!" Thors chirpy self, as usual. He quickly gave your sides another tickle before popping you down and rushing off to find his brother.

You smirked and rolled your eyes at him, Sylvie doing the same but now looking you up and down. You looked back at her and rolled your eyes, turning back and making it to your room.

You went in and tried to close the door behind you, only for the door to be stopped with a foot and Sylvies head poking through with a smirk.

You tried to close it again, yet she pushed it open. You rolled your eyes with an annoyed sigh and went to sit on your bed, ignoring her.

Sylvie's smug look didn't go away as she walked into the middle of your room and looked around with her hands in her pockets. She then looked at you as you were scrolling your phone, ignoring her presence.

"So, you're still gonna ignore me?" She asked, looking at you. You didn't react at all though, as if she was a ghost.

"You know..." she came and sat at the edge of your bed. "I thought I knew everything about you, or mostly" she started, though you didn't pay attention to her and scrolled Instagram.

"But I never knew you were ticklish!" Suddenly everything happened all at once, you shrieked as she grabbed your foot and began clawing at one of your soles.

You dropped your phone, rolling down beside you as you tried to yank your foot out of her hold, kicking her with your other leg.

She then pulled you down with your ankle and was above you, tickling at your hips as you tried to push her off you whole holding Your breath so she wouldn't hear your desperate laughter.

"Aw, come on y/n! You have to talk to me now!"

You closed your eyes and slammed yous hands over your mouth as she dragged her hands up your sides and spidered over them and your tummy, making you feel butterflies that tickled inside and out. You tried shaking your head to stop the laughter spilling out as she reached your ribs.

"How did I not know this? You're adorable!" The witch teased.

You were shaking your head with laughter, trying to roll away whilst she kept you in her clutches. You couldn't take it as she continued to tickle and teased you wherever she wanted.

"Come onnnn, let me hear your laughter!" Sylvie whined with a smirk. She began to shake your ribcage with tickles where you stretched out and kicked your legs uncontrollably, breaking a little and causing muffled laughter from under your hands.

"Ah! Ah? What was that?" She teased. "Tickle Tickle~" Sylvie could honestly be the absolute worst. By now though she'd easily realised you were enjoying this and allowing it to happen, hence you not using any magic nor fighting methods against her. Both of you smiling.

Sylvie then decided to force you to stop covering your mouth, she leaned down and lifted your shirt without you realising, you know, having being tickled half to death whilst staying stubborn at not talking to her.

Then she littered herself up, throwing her head back down and blowing a fat raspberry on your stomach. You screamed bloody murder-

Immediately you were laughing louder than ever, pushing at her head desperately as she blew another one and another one, sending you into hysterica.

"SHEHEYLVIEEEGEHE I CAHANT I CAHAHANT!- WAHAHAIT PLEHAHSEDR-" You shook your head and squeeled as she continued blowing raspberry after raspberry, while continuing to squeeze your sides and occasional thigh or knee to shock you, as if this wasn't enough.

You were desperate, usually you'd be able to take it, but it was so unexpected and felt so much worse as you'd been hiding your laughter for so long.

"SYLVIEHE!"

Raspberry.

"NAHAHA-"

Raspberry.

Pure torture. You were 98% sure this was some torture method they used on asgard to get people to talk. It had to have been- so far every asgardian you'd met seemed to be a little too good at it...

"Aw, you're so ticklish! Also, what? You want to talk to me now?" Sylvie asked, spider tickling gently over the previous spot for raspberries, sending you into hysterical giggles.

"Ohokahay! Yeheheasss!"

Sylvie shrugged, "well I'm not talking to you now so ha!" The evil woman grinned and then continued her raspberries until you were crying with silent laughter.

Your nerves were on fire and as she settled down she still decided to tease you with tiny gentle tickles before she allowed you to turn on your side and hug yourself.

Sylvie was laughing to herself when watching you, patting your head and running her hand down your hair to your back to calm you.

You let out a couple last airy laughs and sighed, turning back and spreading yourself as you were staring at the ceiling with your eyes closed. Recovering from her attack.

After a moment you felt a poke to your stomach which made you jump.

"I never knew you were ticklish!"

"Syhyhlvie!"

"Whattt?! It's cute!" She backed up her statement by poking you multiple times making you burst out into laughter again.

"Ohohkay! Ohohkay!"

Sylvie laughed as she backed off. You wiping a tear from your eye as it was quick to sent you to tears after the onslaught of raspberries and side tickles, followed by belly tickles and now this.

You recovered and couldn't wipe the grin off your face as you sat next to Sylvie on the bed. You walked her playfully and rolled your eyes.

"Can you talk to me now?" Sylvie asked, taking you by surprise. You hadn't noticed how genuinely hurt she'd seemed by your silent treatment, though very much deserved.

"Look, I'm really sorry alright? Really sorry. I took it too far and I dont- I didn't mean it. I love you like a little sister"

You felt tears in your eyes and dived into her chest, hugging her tight and holding back tears. Sylvie was pushed backwards and almost fell off the bed, surprise at your reaction.

"Im sorry too Sylvie. I'm sorry, I love you too"

For a moment to two of you hugged, sitting in peace and love. Then you broke apart and you wiped your eyes, still looking like you'd been sobbing.

"You okay?..." Sylvie asked, looking over at you and holding your shoulder for support.

"Yeah... yeah, I'll be fine"

"You know, I've found a new way to stop that frown..." Sylvie's smirk appeared on her face far too quickly foe your liking and you bolted out of the room, quickly followed by your now big sister turned tickle monster.

See, the best part about it, was after turning a corner without looking, you crashed into Thor and Loki, Sylvie inviting them in on the ge and the two being more than happy to play.

You ran.

#tickle community #sfw tickles #marvel #tickles #mcu #tickle fic #asks #<3 #masterlist #Sylvie #sylvie x reader #y/n #thor #loki #female loki #wagwon

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Assassins Creed: Valhalla OC

I just beat the game, so here’s my OC, Inge Valkrdottir.

I started this over a year ago, and it’s finally finished.

Name: Inge Valkrdottir

Sex: Female

Hair: Inky black, braid on top but loose lower

Eyes: Blue

Loyalty: Ravensthorpe

Occupation: Volva/Shieldmaiden

Spouse: Eivor Vorinsdottir

Preferred weapon: Spear and shield

Custom build: The Valkyrie

Special abilities: Visions, rune reading, connection to the Other Realms

Past life: Skuld the Valkyrie

Favored gods: Freya, goddess of war and magic, and Thor, god of Thunder and Strength.

Backstory: Inge was born the year after the slaughter done by Kjotve the Cruel. When she was born, the town Volva, Svala, sensed her connection to the Other Realms and began her training as soon as possible alongside her own daughter.

As Inge grew older, she began to thirst for adventure and started training in battle craft, without the knowledge of Svala. When Eivor and Sigurd decided to start their own colony, Inge agreed to go with them the second they asked, hungry for an adventure.

While Eivor expanded the town and gained alliances, Inge worked on her own missions. Finding secret locations and artifacts. As she searches, Inge begins to revives visions directly from the Valkyrie Skuld.

Inge continues her search for ancient items, coming across the shield of the Morrigan, bow of Skadi, and hammer of Thor, with Eivor’s help. When Hildiran came to Ravensthorpe, she recognized the Valkyrie soul of Inge and began training her in the ways of Hugrheim.

When Eivor, Inge, and Hildiran opened Odins Vault and Hildiran revealed herself to be a descendant of Hildr, she asked Inge to join her and they could remake the Valkyries in their image. Inge refused, remaining loyal to her acting Jarlskona.

After Hildiran was slain, Eivor allowed Inge to keep the Valkyries armor, and joke that maybe she should remake the order of shield maidens. Eivor then made her her unofficial housecarl. This was when Inge began to realize her feelings for Eivor, but simply ignored them for the time being.

When Eivor pledged to Eurvicscire, Inge joined her. When her and Halfdan met, it was an immediate hatred. When Halfdan asked Eivor to speak alone, he waved Inge away, referring to her as Eivor’s servant. This angered Inge, who refused to leave the room. Eivor told Halfdan that she was her Housecarl.

At being placed at just the Housecarl, the servant and protector, Inge’s heart began to hurt. She continued to ignore it, assisting Eivor with the battle between her and Faravid. When Halfdan was revealed to be poisoned, Inge forgave him for treating her as a peasant. A little.

Inge assisted Eivor in hunting down the Order of the Ancients, collecting the medallions and giving them to Hytham before reporting back to the Wolf-Kissed Jarl. When Hytham gave Inge Thor’s cloak, she decided that she would hunt down the rest of the set and gift them to Eivor as a courting gift, with Mjolnir acting in place of the ancestral sword.

When they went to save Sigurd, Inge slaughtered the opposing men with a fury and bloodlust that Eivor had never seen. The blood dripped off the Valkyries armor, and her spear and shield was stained crimson. The sight was enough for Inge to steal Eivors heart.

After saving Sigurd, Inge and him constantly fought as Inge disliked his treatment of Eivor and Randvi, and Sigurd saw this as her disrespecting her jarl. She left Ravensthorpe, not being able to stand the new Sigurd.

Eivor chased her to the Isle of Skye, where she set up a small hut to grow closer to the gods. Eivor confessed her feeling for Inge, begging her to come back. Seeing the brave and powerful Eivor Wolf-Kissed begging shocked Inge, but she confessed as well and the two spent a night together.

Inge returned to Raventhorpe, spending less time in the long house and more tracking the rest of Thors armor. When she did find the whole set, she presented it to Eivor on the night of Samhain, so that all the gods could watch the proposal. Eivor accepted the proposal and was awestruck at the armor.

When Eivor and Sigurd travel to the World Tree, she follows. When they enter the simulation of Valhalla, Inge takes the form of a Valkyrie and watched as Eivor rejects the illusion as well as Odin. She follows Eivor out of Valhalla but does not reject Skuld, instead she makes a deal with her to share consciousness.

Inge lives the rest of her life with the visions Skuld gives her, training in battle strategies lost to the ages, and drawing armor and weapon schematics not seen by human eye before. She takes the part of spiritual leader of Ravensthorpe, with Valka acting as a guide and advisor to Inge and Eivor.

Eivor and Inge were married on the 3rd day of Yule, with the entire village gasping as Inge revealed Mjolnir to Eivor. The village gasped again as Eivor gave Inge Gungnir. There was a lot of godly items at that wedding, and many of the villagers had a religious reawakening.

The pair adopted a daughter named Idunn, who was orphaned after the death of Faravid. The girl followed Randvi around in order to learn how to be like her and run a settlement. They also had a son named Sigurd, who trained with Eivor to be a warrior.

#ac valhalla #assassins creed #Valhalla #assassins creed valhalla #oc #ac oc #assassins creed oc #Valkyrie oc #ac Valhalla oc

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 2 years

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I'm gonna be honest, if one hero in the MCU had to do a heel turn, I think I would've gone with Tony Stark instead of Wanda Maximoff. Because the things Tony does in the movies that follow Iron Man 3 all play like the kinds of things a villain would do. I mean, when Wanda says, "Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that?" in Avengers: Age of Ultron, I think it says a lot about what she views Tony as. The things he does afterwards only reinforce Wanda's line, because Tony was all for the Sokovia Accords (a document that strips away the freedoms and rights of enhanced individuals and subjects them to the control of pencil-pushing bureaucrats who don't work on the front lines); and then there's the matter of him building EDITH, a Project Insight-esque weapon (as others have pointed out, even The Dark Knight made a point of saying that no one person should have access to all this private information about random civilians). The later projects make Ultron look like a start of villainy for Tony...not to mention that I think the comics Iron Man has acted very much like a villain every so often.

Oh yes, I particularly like these panels with Thor after Stark had made a clone of his.

I agree with you but to be honest I think he did make that turn, right after AoU. Everything he does after that is Stark being a villain: he's a man who was told about the Accords 3 days before Ross showed up in the compound, and he told no one so Ross could try and pressure them into signing.

He refused to listen to Steve in the airport then when he went to the Raft and saw this...

... but did absolutely nothing to get them out of there. He saw Sam's face, he knew he had been hurt several times there and he lied to him, then flew to Siberia and tried to murder Bucky

And in IW he refused to call Steve even though the entire planet and universe were in danger, all due to his own ego. And in EG he gave a Hydra speech:

Then as you say there's Edith.

So he did make that turn, he just happened to be framed as a good guy the entire time, but if he had been given the Wanda treatment they would have shown the entire team fighting him. This is a guy who actively fights against human rights, who goes straight for vengeance and cold murder and doesn't give a damn if he's killing an innocent man, who wears a suit of mass destruction even though he's in no way stable enough to be wearing it, and who puts his needs and wants before anyone and everyone else. The only difference with whatever Waldron did to Wanda in MoM and Stark is that the audience was told to believe he was good while they showed Wanda descend right into villainy and every character around her reacted negatively to it.

#anti tony stark

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Day Three - Gun to Temple • Thorki Whumptober 2022, Statesman Edition

Don’t say anything stupid, Loki silently begged Thor with pleading eyes.

His mouth was shut closed by the big hand of the stranger standing behind him, who was also holding a laser gun to his temple.

They came to the wrong moon bar at the wrong time and Thor said the wrong words to the wrong man after drinking too much of the bar’s moonshine.

Loki already planned to give him a proper dressing down about his behaviour as a KING later when they made it back to the ship. If they made it back to the ship.

He watched with worry how much Thor was swaying and he was clearly not taking the situation serious, the way he grinned amused. Well, he wasn’t the one in danger of getting his brains blown out.

The stranger and Thor kept arguing and Loki had enough of the stinking hand in his face and the overall treatment. He conjured a dagger, left it in the strangers eye while slipping out of his grip and stepped aside. A second later a brawl broke out between the rest of the men and Thor.

Loki sneaked away and waited outside until Thor stepped through the door, blood running down his face from a broken nose but he had a big grin on his face.

“Loki, there you are! You should have stayed for the fun!”, he slurred and put one arm over Loki’s shoulder to pull him into an embrace.

“What fun was that?”, Loki hissed and tried to get away from Thor’s beer breath.

Thor’s face fell, “Oh, Loki, I’m … sorry?” It was clear he wasn’t sure why Loki was pissed but at least he had a clue that it was something he did.

Loki sighed and placed his finger on Thor’s nose to straighten it up with Seiðr. At least Thor tried.

As a thanks Thor gave him a bloody smooch on the side of his face and nearly made them tumble to the ground when he lost balance.

“Gods, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #gun to temple #Thor #shortfic #Thorki #Statesman AU #After Ragnarok #midnott’s thorki #midnott #midnott's stories

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Moon Knight Primer Part Sixteen

Avengers (2018) #33 -38

Prologue, Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII, Part IX, Part X, Part XI, Part XII, Part XIII, Part XIV, Part XV

Once again, the Moon System was left without a book, and once again he ended up in an Avengers book that completely misunderstood Khonshu. Oh, and Khonshu’s relationship with the boys.

Only that this time, it didn’t bring us hilarious mental images of Khonshu fangirling Hawkeye, although it made Moon Knight being one of the most dangerous and capable fighters of the whole MCU.

But let’s start from the beginning.

Avengers was written at the time by Jason Aaron, who gave us the incredible Mighty Thor, aka. Jane Foster, aka. The run that is inspiring Thor: Love and thunder. And as a Thor writer? Aaron is amazing. Seriously, go and read Mighty Thor. It’s great and you need a palate cleanser after Bemis. Unfortunately his writing on Avengers… wasn’t that good.

He ignored a ton of canon from each individual character in order to fit them into the story he wanted to tell, namely that there are certain superpowers that have been on Earth forever, since before Homosapiens were a thing, so that there have always been some sort of Avengers defending Earth. These powers are The Hulk, The Starbrand, The Ghost Rider, the Phoenix, The Black Panther, The Iron Fist, The Sorcerer Supreme, and of course, the Fist of Khonshu.

(He also completely ignored She-hulk’s last run and had Jennifer turning into a brute, OLD Hulk style, but that’s not here nor now and it has been undone so praise the gods)

Now, this is kinda interesting, and gave us great images such as a Ghost Rider riding a Mammut. Oh, and made Phoenix’s Thor’s mother which… ok. Strange but ok. But it also made things more complicated regarding the relationship of the characters who NOW wield those powers.

Because among other things? It insisted that Khonshu was always, ALWAYS in conflict with the others.

Once again: The God of Justice, the Defender, the Embracer, the Protector of the Travelers of the Night somehow was against… the protectors of Earth.

Please try to make sense out of that.

Anyway, the Starbrand had just been reborn into a baby that was left in the care of Ironman and Carol Danvers which is like leaving a nuclear bomb in the care of Pinky (from Pinky and the Brain) and Hei Hei (from Moana), Phoenix has been unearthed so she has no host at the time, and the Avengers have a new headquarters that is a Celestial’s corpse turned mountain, and are under the command of T’challa, the Black Panther. Their current line up is Iron Man, Captain Marvel, Captain America, Thor, Ghost Rider, Blade, and She-Hulk.

Also, at the time Mephisto, who lost the throne of hell to Johnny Blaze, the first Ghost Rider, was manipulating different groups, including Atlantis -yes, Namor was evil at this point, due to pollution and whalers-, Vampires, Russians, and Coulson in order to conquer the world from his cell in a hotel in Las Vegas.

All of this is comic Canon, I kid you not.

Anyway, for some reason that absolutely no one explains, Khonshu is now summoned to Earth, being taken care of by his Cult in Egypt. YEAH, The Khonshu Cult is back, and they’re still considering Moon Knight an heretic most of the time, and have enough numbers to conquer Wakanda if they want to. And Marc goes in to talk to Khonshu after beating some priests as he has been having horrible visions that he thinks are being sent to him by Khonshu. An important thing is that, while Aaron doesn’t actually say so because some writers seem allergic to the words “Alter”, “Fronting” and “Did”, the whole run is Marc fronting, as he points at the very beginning that he is “not” off his meds, nor hearing voices at the time, which is Marvel-speak for “Some idiot doctor convinced Marc again that the only treatment for DiD is integration, and he decided to suppress his alters AGAIN”. And if you have been paying attention to this Primer? Every time THAT happens, Marc ends up doing something VERY stupid that makes every single person in the Marvel Universe get convinced that yep, Moon Knight is a crazy, unstable, dangerous individual.

This time won’t be the exception.

I am re-telling this in sort of a lineal form, as the comic begins a bit of medias res not really explaining anything. But this Primer is supposed to make things clear so, let’s make things clear.

Anyway, the visions Marc is getting are of Mephisto destroying the Avengers and then the world, but then he discovers that Khonshu has been getting the same visions, being tortured by them. So, in a twist, Marc ONCE AGAIN pledges himself to stop that from happening and instead of, you know, doing the smart thing of TALKING to the Avengers about it? Goes with Khonshu’s plan of stealing all of the other Earthly powers in order to give them to Khonshu so he can beat Mephisto one on one.

YES, the AMAZINGLY STUPID PLAN that Marc and Khonshu create is to LITERALLY Integrate the Avengers’s powers into one individual.

I could imagine Jake and Steven hitting their heads with the nearest surface in the mindspace, given that the Lemire and even sort of the Bemis run were ALL about how the communication between different points of view was Moon Knight’s real superpower.

Anyway… Marc goes and does that: He beats Danny Rand, Dr. Strange, STEALS the Demonic Charger that the current Ghost Rider is using, Literally forces T’Challa to surrender by arriving to Wakanda with the whole Cult of Khonshu behind him -and yes, we will talk at LENGTH of how problematic that particular part of the arc is as Black Panther’s is one of the powers that he can’t just take, as it’s in the blood of T’challa, unlike the others who have sort of a mystic aura that can be stolen; takes out Thor by fighting him in the Moon and remembering that Mjnolir may be enchanted to be only picked by a worthy man, but it’s still made of Moon Rocks, and is chasing Iron Man and Carol to get the Star brand.

YES, Aaron wrote Marc Spector willing to hurt a BABY for his god.

Never mind that that’s NOT how any of those powers work. You can’t get the Iron Fist by just beating Danny Rand because if you could? Misty Knight would’ve been the Iron Fist long, long, long ago. Becoming the Sorcerer Supreme is not just “Oh, I got the Eye of Agamotto” and it requires a LOT of work -as Loki found out when HE was the Sorcerer Supreme a couple of years back. You can’t JUST steal Ghost Riders’ powers as that involves getting possessed by a demon named Zarathos and the LAST thing Marc needs is more people inside him. As I pointed out, Mjnolir has a spell that makes it so that only those worthy can lift it and while I will always headcanon that both Steve and Jake are worthy? Not that sure of Marc, and this Khonshu? OH, so, so, so unworthy. Plus, Aaron himself said that Mjnolir was sentient (in the Mighty Thor run) and those who touch it… become Thor. Which did not happen to Moon Knight because we were robbed of an amalgam of Thor and Moon Knight. And yeah, you can’t get the Starbrand by just, dunno, chucking a baby into a portal to hell.

As getting the Phoenix and the Starbrand is still not happening, Marc hands the powers he got to Khonshu (giving us a WEIRD image of Moon Knight kneeling at Khonshu’s feet and Khonshu calling him his son), and under Khonshu's orders goes and kills Mephisto. Well, ONE aspect of Mephisto because Mephisto is the cockroach of the Marvel Universe and a ton of alternate universe Mephistos keep coming back to try and kill Khonshu in revenge. And so, once Marc did that, Khonshu keeps the powers to create the Age of Khonshu and protect the Earth by, you know, dominating it.

And Marc is STILL ok with it, still occasionally joining the Cult in their weekly torture of T’challa to see if T’challa is willing to give up the power of the Black Panther despite T’challa constantly telling them that the only way to get it is by bleeding him dry -something that thankfully Marc is completely unwilling to do. The fact that these pages include a Black Man in CHAINS, kneeling in front of a man dressed in white, with a white cloak and who despite being Jewish, is drawn as white at the time, and some of those were published in the issues with the tribute to Chadwick Boseman is… an extra drop of racism irony that I still wonder how no editor caught in time.

(Thankfully the issue where Marc takes off his mask in front of T’challa to make CLEAR that yep, Marc is white-passing, was the PREVIOUS issue to the tribute. But still)

Marc, thankfully, didn’t give ALL the powers to Khonshu, keeping the Ghost Rider for some reason, and he travels to the Moon where he meets The Unseen, aka. Nick Fury as the new Watcher (And THAT is a box I can’t unpack right now), who confirms what T’challa had told him previously: Khonshu has gone a BIT crazy with power, and is weakening Earth’s defenses against Mephisto instead of strengthening them, which seriously, a blind monkey could’ve told Marc and Khonshu at the beginning of this run. T’challa, by the way, ALSO can control Mjnolir because Jason Aaron doesn’t know the difference between a mystic hammer and a puppy. (I kid you know, Khonshu throws Mjnolir at T’challa, and Mjnolir first avoids T’challa and then literally swings excitedly around him as T’challa says “Hello, Old Friend”. Khonshu also bewitches Marc into seeing T’challa as Mephisto at first because of course Khonshu has to manipulate Marc because we’re still dealing with a Fake!shu no matter what everyone says.

T'challa then beats some sense into Marc as Fake!shu flies off to try and find the Starbrand – but then we realize that Marc has a plan. See? All his fighting with T’challa, all his bleeding and being beaten to an inch of his life? Is his PRAYER TO THE PHOENIX. He even HITS HIMSELF when T’challa refuses to keep punching him as he won’t be part of Marc’s Suicide… and the Phoenix Listens and yep, despite this NOT being how the Phoenix Force works at ALL (and being tied mostly to the Grey family life, until Avengers got a hold of it) and so he goes from being the Fist of Khonshu to be the Fist of the Phoenix which… yeah.

Anyway, as the Phoenix, Marc punches Khonshu from the Moon to the Earth, declaring that they don’t need any of the Old Gods so Khonshu… goes and calls ALL the cult forces (mummies AND werewolves included) And declares he’ll destroy the world barren before leaving it for Mephisto and once again, I do wonder WHO THE HELL is this Khonshu as it makes no sense with any of his previous incarnations and I am including “KILL EVERYONE IN YOUR PATH AND BLEED ON MY ALTAR” Khonshu.

This gives the Avengers time to recover the powers from Khonshu and… uhm.. Blade becomes the Sorcerer supreme because seriously, Jason Aaron has NO idea how that title works, and She Hulk is temporarily the Iron Hulk.

Moon Knight is temporarily tempted by the Phoenix to destroy the world, but he manages to resists, renounces the power and lets himself be knocked down by a now freed Thor. I have to admit, the baddass boast he gives when he lets the Phoenix go? Is 85% perfect because see, it’s this:

“My Name is Marc Spector. I wear white so the bad guys will see me coming. And so I will always be able to find my true self. Even in the darkest night.”

See, this would’ve been perfect if it had been: “ My Name is Marc Spector. My Name is Steven Grant. My Name is Jake Lockley. Our Name is Moon Knight. We wear white so the bad guys will see us coming. And so we will always be able to find our true self. Even in the darkest night.”

See? Not that hard to you know, remember to acknowledge the system. But no, Jason Aaron doesn’t do this. It’s just Marc and Marc alone.

Anyway, the Avengers kick Khonshu’s butt, put him in chains and send him off to Aasgard to be dumped in the farthest dungeon for his crimes against All Father Thor (And, I guess, all of mankind because that’s what the God of JUSTICE does. I harp a lot about this, but I hate when writers forget that, manipulative or not, secretive or not? Khonshu is at the end of the day a good guy because if he wasn’t? He wouldn’t have gotten an agent to defend the defenseless in the first place). Marc doesn’t end up in a wakandan prision because T’challa runs the Avengers like a Monarchy so even if everyone ELSE wants Marc gone, T’challa goes and offers him a place in the team.

As you do.

Marc, thankfully, refuses the offer as he points out that, as misguided as Khonshu was with his plan (Because yes, it was a very, very stupid plan) he was right about Mephisto being the biggest threat and Namor, the Vampires and the Russians being just distractions. And since the Avengers weren’t helping against Mephisto, Moon Knight isn’t going to help against the other things.

We will find a bit later that there are more conditions to “We’re not throwing Moon Knight into Wakanda’s dungeons” but for now? Jason Aaron managed to make it look as if the reason was “Well, he DID kick our collective asses so what about if we don’t mess up with him”?

I hate/love this run, personally, because on one hand? It gives Moon Knight a bit of respect showing that yes, Marc IS a power hitter in the MU and for the first time in YEARS uses Khonshu’s divinity and his powers in a way to help Marc and not just as one more reason to insult the guys due to their mental health issues. And I am not gonna lie, Phoenix Moon Knight? Kinda epic. BUT…

Once again, we have the weird patina of “White-coded gods are superior to other-ethnicity- coded gods” (In one of the past flashbacks, the Moon Knight of the past is a literal ape, while the other powers are clearly wielded by homo sapiens, for example). While again, I know that mythologically speaking, Khonshu started as a sometimes-cruel god? In Marvel he had never been cruel until the Grim-dark-edge of the 2006, and in fact was always, ALWAYS on the side of true Justice, not vengeance, and the whole thing about reviving Marc was about CLEANING his stale, making up for all the people Marc had killed. And just ONE run earlier, like, literally the run preceding this? Khonshu HAD gone against his father Ra who wanted to do the whole “I will control everyone to make sure to protect everyone” fascism route, arguing in favor of people having the right to choose their own paths so it makes no sense that Khonshu would now go the fascist route of “Kill all my enemies and those who oppose my way of saving the world” not 10 issues later. Much less that the boys, not even if Marc is once again suppressing everyone else, would agree with it.

Oh, yes, and the fact that Steven and Jake are nowhere to be seen? Horrible. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I am sure that both heard ONE line of Marc and Khonshu’s plan and noped out of it as it was stupid, but just imagine Jake having the chance to drive the demonic charger?! Or Steven wielding the Eye of Agamoto’s powers (even if, again, NEITHER of those powers work that way. You just don’t hold the Eye of Agamoto and become Sorcerer Supreme. That takes STUDYING and TRAINING) Not only that, we have AGAIN people assuming that if Marc is being weird, is “A Multiple Personality Episode” despite the fact that we, readers, know it’s nothing of the sort because again, the Alters -not personalities, Aaron, seriously, even in 2019 people knew that was not the term- are not around, and Marc constantly says he has no voices in his head. And I miss them talking in plural so much.

Worst part? This arc will not have real consequences for Avengers, as 20 issues later? They are STILL dealing with Mephisto and his tricks. Starbrand is now a teenager because of comics, Echo is now the Phoenix (yes, Marc’s dead ex-girlfriend), and Namor is good again. She-Hulk left the team and is now back to her bouncy sexy self, and was replaced by Jane Foster the new Valkyrie because she has Movie Recognition now. But they are STILL not beating Mephisto, who is STILL using mind tricks against them so really, nothing that Marc and Khonshu did had ANY effect on anyone. In fact, I seriously doubt that they remember that happened back in Avengers. However, it had HUGE repercussions on how Marc is going to be written in the next Moon Knight arc, the Mackay Arc. Which will be our subject Next part… which will also cover Moon Knight Devil’s Reign and Moon Knight White, Black and Blood, as we FINALLY reach the end of the Moon Knight Comics Primer.

#Moon Knight Primer #Moon Knight Comics #Marc Spector #Khonshu #Avengers #Age of Khonshu

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