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holdmytesseract · 1 year
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Merry Christmas! °☆•
Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader
Summary: It's Christmas Day - and Ella is more than excited to unwrap her presents...
Warnings: fluff, slight suggestive smut
Word Count: 2k
a/n: Merry Christmas, guys! 🎅🏼🎄 I've got a little surprise for y'all! 🎁💚
Thanks @fictive-sl0th for giving me some inspiration! ☺️💚
Tagging: @fictive-sl0th @lokisgoodgirl @simping-for-marvel @lulubelle814 @peaches1958 @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @vbecker10 @theaudacitytowrite @lady-rose-moon @aagn360 @mostclevermiss @linaax
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The pitter-patter of small, bare feet on the parquet floor echoed through the hallway, as the four-year-old (soon to be five-year-old) Ella literally stormed towards their parent's bedroom. The winter sun was barely up, had just risen over the sky of New York. Actually, it was way too early for the small girl to be up, but this day, well... This day was different. It was Christmas Day - and that meant it was time to unwrap presents.
Ella was about to just storm inside the room, when she remembered that her parents taught her to knock, before just storming inside a room, to respect the person's privacy - and of course to prevent Ella from walking in on… something. A kid should never experience that. So, the excited little girl stopped herself and lifted a hand to knock - rather loudly, rocking impatiently back and forth on her feet. A sleepy, soft and clearly disoriented 'Yes' sounded from within the room, giving Ella permission to step inside. She wasted no time, literally ripped the door open and ran inside. "Mommy, daddy! Wake up! It's Christmas Day! Time to unwrap presents!"
A soft groan left your lips, as you saw your overly excited daughter jumping up and down. One look out of the window told you that it was definitely way too early for this, but well... Ella was a sweet, excited child - like every other child on Christmas. While Loki buried his face deeper in his pillow with a groan as well, you rubbed your tired eyes and sat up. "Really? Is it already time, sweetie?" Ella nodded quickly. "Uh.Huh! Santa was already here!" You cocked your head to the side, quirking up an eyebrow. "Did you sneak inside the living room?" The little girl's cheeks turned into a soft red, as she started to knead her fingers nervously. "I just peeked around the corner, mommy! I swear!" You then shook your head, smiling. Little Ms. Mischief... Well... The apple never falls far from the tree. "Okay, okay, I'm coming, sweetie. Just give me a minute, okay?" Ella nodded once again, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, before she redirected her attention to her father - of course. "Daddy, you have to come too!" Another muffled groan left the God's lips; head buried still in his pillow. But then he turned around, raven curls a total mess. His oceanic blues met the enthusiastic frame of his mini-me - and Loki could tell just by the look in her eyes, that Ella was literally bursting with adrenaline, serotonin and of course sheer over excitement. "Norns, princess, did you even sleep tonight?" It was actually a very unnecessary question, since the God actually knew the answer already. Again, Ella blushed and shook her head. "Couldn't sleep, daddy... Was way too excited." Loki sighed, but smiled softly, "Thought so." and already knew, that Ella was going to be knocked out by the end of the day, sleeping like a baby.
Actually, the God planned on having a nice sleep in with you, enjoying this cosy morning, maybe even indulge you in a round of sweet love making, but Ella caused his plans to go haywire. He couldn't be upset with her though. Not when he saw the shining in her sweet eyes. The pure joy and happiness. Seeing his daughter happy, was all he needed. Besides you, of course. So, the God decided to give in to Ella's request. "Alright, princess. Let's unwrap presents." Loki said, getting up. "Yaaaaaaay!" An excited squeal left the girl's lips. With a snap of his finger, Loki was dressed in the ugly Christmas jumper you gifted him last year and a pair of grey sweatpants. One hand ruffled his luscious curls, while the other reached for his daughter's hand. "Come on, princess." All Ella was able to do, was giggling like mad, as she tightly grabbed her father's hand, who led her out of the bedroom. "I'll join you in a minute!" You shouted after them, before a big yawn escaped your lips. Yes, you thought. It was way too early. Still hearing your daughter's small giggles from down the hall, you stretched and stood up as well. Your eyes met the big window pane, saw how the big blanket of snow glimmered in the soft morning sun. You smiled. What a beautiful Christmas morning.
Slipping into your dressing gown, you left the bedroom as well, following your husband and daughter; walking straight to the living room, where the Christmas tree stood with all the presents underneath. Ella was already seated on the floor, first present in hands, while Loki sat on the sofa beside the tree, an amused smile on his lips. You walked over to sit beside your husband, watching your daughter excitedly rip open the first wrapped Christmas gift - on which her name stood.
It was not a very big present; yet you knew exactly what was inside it, because you wrapped it. It was your gift for Ella. Usually you and Loki bought her a gift together, but this year the God insisted to change tradition for once - and by the Norns, you didn't know why. Though, you supposed you were going to find out soon... "New crayons!" The little girl exclaimed suddenly, shining oceanic eyes meeting her father's identical ones, then your Y/E/C ones. You smiled and nodded, knowing that the crayons she had were on the brink of being unusable. "Do you like them, sweetheart?" She nodded. "Very much! From who are they?" Ella asked, handing you the wrapping paper. She was able to read her own name and a few single words, but not every name of the whole Avengers team. You smiled even brighter and told her to have a look for herself, promising her that she was able to read the name. Small eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as Ella tried to read the 'name'. "Ma... Ma- Ohh... Mama! It's from you?!" "Yes! Well done, baby!" Quickly, she threw the wrapping paper aside and jumped up to hug you, tiny raven curls bouncing wildly. "Thanks, mommy!" You engulfed her in a big hug, squeezing her tightly and pressing a kiss on top of her head. "You are very welcome." Loki just watched the scenes unfold in front of him with a smile. He would never get tired of seeing his little girl so excited and happy. The God would die to make sure Ella never ever stopped smiling in her whole life. It was his glorious purpose now. To look after his wife and daughter, make sure they are safe and sound - and happy.
Loki got pulled out of his thoughts by the bright voice of Ella announcing that his present was the next she had come across. "Daddy! I think this is your present!" Loki's eyes wandered to the small rectangular box in the little girl's hands, which was wrapped in shining green wrapping paper and a black bow on top. Yeah, there was almost no mistaking, that this was clearly a gift from the God of Mischief himself. So, Loki nodded. "It is. Go on, open it, princess. I'm excited to see if you like it." Well, now you were curious. You had absolutely no idea what he was going to give his daughter for Christmas. Excited giggles left the girl's lips, as she unpacked the present. But her giggles died immediately down, as soon as she opened the lid and saw what was laying inside the box. The little girl's eyes widened and a gasp left her small lips. She looked up to her father once again, who smiled brightly. "Daddy, is that...?" He nodded. "It is, princess." "Wow... Thank you, daddy!" "You're very welcome, princess." Now you really wanted to know what it was. To your luck, but also sheer horror, you didn't need to wait long. Ella reached inside the box - and retrieved a mini dagger??? Your jaw dropped in shock, taking another look. Just in case your sight had betrayed you. It hadn't. That was clearly a dagger. Your husband had just gifted your four-year-old daughter a weapon. Sure, the dagger was absolutely beautiful, with a silver blade and a black handle, clattered with tiny emeralds - and the cherry on top was the engraving 'Princess', but.... It was a dagger! Yes, it also was absolutely a Loki thing to do, but nevertheless... A dagger! "Babe..." You said, scooting closer to Loki, as you watched Ella still ogling the dagger. "Did you just gift our four-year-old a weapon?" You more or less hissed, clearly worried that she was going to accidentally slice herself up with it. Loki just chuckled, shaking his head. "My darling wife... You should know me better than that." He started, tugging a loose strand of Y/H/C behind your ear. He understood that you were worried, but he was Loki, wasn't he? "I enchanted the dagger. Ella is not able to hurt herself with it. And besides, I am going to tell her, that she is not allowed to play with it. She's only allowed to use it, when I'm teaching her how to use it." You clapped your mouth shut, somehow speechless at his words, as the realisation hit you. Of course, he would make sure of that. You were married to a God, who had magic abilities... The mischievous God had become a responsible father. Okay, he had always been. Since day one. How could you doubt that?
"Right... Of course, sure. I'm sorry, Lokes, I, uh... I didn't think of that. All I saw was a dagger in the hands of my baby..." Loki shook his head, giving you a loving smile, before he took your hands into his. "I know, my love, I know. Don't you worry. I understand." He was about to lean in to kiss you, when Ella's voice cut through the air once again. "Strawberry Pop-Tarts!" Both, yours and Loki's eyes snapped down to the squealing child, holding up a large box with the delicious, but very sugary candy. You and Loki didn't even have to ask or read from whom that gift was... Thor. Who else? It was his fault, that Ella discovered Pop-Tarts in the first place. After almost having a sugar shock, you and Loki prohibited her from eating too much of the candy.
"One at a time, Ella, okay?" You jumped immediately into action. Sweet, puppy dog eyes looked up at you. "Uh.Huh. I promise, mommy." "Good." She smiled and got on her feet, looking up at the ceiling. "Friday, is uncle Thor here?" The A.I responded immediately. "Mr. Odinson is in the gym, little Ms. Lokidottir." "Thanks, Fri!" Ella lowered her gaze to face you once again. "Mommy, daddy, can I go, say thank you to uncle Thor?" "Of course, sweetie." A sweet laugh escaped the little girl's lips, as she run out of the room and down the hall. Mere seconds later, the door to your apartment shut close.
A big sigh left your lips. "Why has your brother such a sweet tooth, huh?" The God sitting beside you shrugged his shoulder, a mischievous smile on his face. "Perhaps because he's extraordinarily greedy in general?" "Lokes!" "It's true, isn't it?" You rolled your eyes, but smiled and nudged your shoulder with his. "And you are not greedy?" "Oh, I absolutely am, but..." He started, moving his body around. "There's a difference, you know, my darling..." You arched your eyebrows. "A difference?" Loki nodded. "Well yes." "Between?" A seductive chuckle left his lips, as he flipped is leg over, caging you between the sofa and his body. "Between craving food-" He leaned closer; his luscious curls falling into his face. "And the sweet taste of you, my queen." Loki purred in your ear, causing goosebumps to spread all over your skin. "And I am positively craving you." You felt how your knees turned into jelly by only his words. Oh gods... Loki noticed your body's reaction of course immediately, causing another low chuckle to rumble through his chest. "Seems like your body is agreeing with me." He said, as he run his hands down your hips, causing you to buck into his touch. Within one snap of his fingers melted your dressing gown away, leaving you just in your panties and a sleep t-shirt underneath him. Loki reached for the hem of the unnecessary piece of clothing and pulled it over your head. His greedy eyes devoured you, as he licked his lips. "Christmas Day, indeed."
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michelleleewise · 2 years
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Cold As Ice......
Pairing: ActorLoki x reader
Warnings: none I don't think......
Summary: life in the aftermath....
Part twenty eight-(final)
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(Ten years later)
"Lokiiii!!! Get your blue butt in here and deal with this, now!!" You yelled to him in the backyard. Going back in to the mayhem that was unfolding in your living room. You stood In the doorway when you felt Loki come up behind you and hug you, placing a kiss on your neck. "What's the matter my love?" He asked kissing under your ear. "Loki......stop trying to distract me." You said turning around. He placed a hand on his chest and gasped "can't a husband dote on his wife without suspicion?" He asked feigning innocence. "Just get in there and deal with that before someone gets hurt." You said nudging him. "As you wish my lady." He nodded and headed to the living room.
"Brother, how many times must we tell you not to twirl the children around on that hammer of yours." You heard Loki scolding his brother. "But brother, it was their idea." You heard Thor say. You heard them arguing for a few minutes before going in. "Thor, stop trying to maim my children and Loki, be nice to your brother." You said grabbing the kids hands. "Sorry y/n." Thor said looking down. You saw Loki smirk at his brother being in trouble. "You two really are brothers." You said rolling your eyes taking the kids to the kitchen.
"OK, you two go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon." You said and they ran off. "Loki!" You yelled "Yes darling?" He peeked around the corner, "can you set the table, wanda and tony will be here anytime." You said finishing dinner. He came up behind you wrapping his arms around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder. "That's not setting the table Loki." You said turning your head. "Can't I make Thor do it?" You sighed "no, you do it." You said sternly. "Yes my love." He said kissing you shoulder.
You watched as Loki set the table, Thor coming up patting him on the shoulder, laughing about something. You loved seeing him smile. A few years ago you convinced Loki to get in contact with him, telling him Thor was as in the dark as he was and it shouldn't be held against him, and after a few long arguments between them the two have been practically inseparable. "Y/n, may I speak with you?" You heard Thor ask. "Sure, what's up?" You ask turning around. "I wanted to thank you, for bringing my brother and I back together. After everything, I feared there was no hope left. And If it weren't for you I fear he may never have spoken to me again." He said looking down. "He was hurt, and confused. I just did what I could to help him through it." You said looking at him. "I am in your debt my lady, my brother is truly lucky." He said nodding. You reached up and hugged him "now go help your brother set the table." You said nudging his shoulder. He nodded and went to help Loki.
You heard a knock on the door and ran to answer it. "Y/n!! Happy anniversary!" Wanda yelled as you opened the door, rushing to hug her. "I've missed you so much" you said letting go. "When are you due?" You asked her as she rubber her stomach. "Better be soon or I'm going to kill this one." She said pointing at Tony. "Hey, it's not my fault." He said hugging you. You all went to the living room, Thor and Loki no where to be found. " you two have a seat, I need to find the children......and my kids." You said hearing Wanda laugh. You walked down the hall to the guest room Thor used when he visited, finding the two brothers hunched over a small box. "Hey, what are you two doing?" You asked as Thor shoved the box in a drawer "nothing my dear, are Wanda and Tony here?" Loki asked. You eyed him suspiciously "yes......they're in the living room" you said looking at them. "Great, let's go." He said grabbing your hand dragging you out.
You all sat and had dinner, talking about everything and nothing. You watched Loki and Thor laughing about something, Wanda and Tony playing with your kids. Who would have thought ten years after the nightmare you had been through you'd be married to a literal prince, help him reconnect either his brother, have two beautiful children, Emma who looked just like her dad with her raven curls and emerald eyes and William, who took a little more after you in looks but had his dad's sass. Life really was perfect.
You bid Wanda and Tony goodnight as they left. You went to get the kids in bed as Thor and Loki talked in the living room. You got everyone settled and headed to your room, figuring Loki was going to talk to his brother awhile. You changed into your pajamas and climbed in bed, ready to pass out from the day when Loki came in and gently closed the door, with the small box in his hand. "Hey, I thought you were going to hang out with Thor a bit longer." You said sitting up. "No, I want to spend time with my wife" he smiled, bending over to kiss you.
He sat down in front of you turning the box in his hand. "What's that?" You asked looking at him. He looked up at you and smiled. "Thor brought this with him, and I had a question to ask you." He said fidgeting with the box. "Well I'm already married so you a bit too late there." You said winking at him. You heard him laugh. He sighed, closing his eyes, and you saw his skin shift to the dark blue shade you love so much. Looking at you with those beautiful ruby eyes. "Y/n, you have been the light in my darkness, the love of my life. I have lived a thousand years, and have never felt what I've found in you. You have loved me and accepted me for who I am from the beginning." He said tearing up. You reached up caressing his cheek "my love, these last ten years have been the best of my long life, and I want to spend an eternity with you, if you'll have me." He said looking at you. "Oh Loki, I'll always choose you." You said smiling. He handed you the box "y/n, will you spend eternity with me?" He asked. You looked at him confused opening the box to see and apple, but it wasn't red, it was a gold color. "Loki, what's this?" You ask holding it up. "That is one idunn's apples, they are what give Thor and I our long lives." He said looking at you. "If you eat it, you will live as long as I do." He said.
You turned the apple in your hand, you could have eternity with the man you love. "But.....what about the kids? I couldn't...." you started and he stopped you "I have two more for them, when they are old enough, I shall let them choose If that's what they want." He said holding your hand. "But what if you get bored of me, or stop loving me?" You asked, doubt creeping in. "That will never happen, i want nothing more then to spend every second with you and my children until my last breath." He said, you looked into his teary eyes, yours started flowing too. "That's what I want to Loki." You said smiling. You looked at him and took a bite. Even eternity wouldn't be enough time......💚
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lilatreus · 3 years
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The mighty Thor (2011) #12.1
The fact that they actually did the myth and incorporated it into the comics 
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The Servant - Loki x Reader - Words: 4,568
A/N: Sorry for the late posting today, I had some personal issues this morning so I haven't really been online. Hope you enjoy it! 💜💚
You were orphaned at a young age, never even knowing your parents. The only thing you did know about them was on your 1,000th birthday you would receive a gift from them. Something they had planned to give you even before you had been born.
Growing up was, of course, difficult but thankfully, by your 800th birthday, you'd climbed the social ladder enough to be accepted as a servant in the palace. Surprisingly enough, after almost 50 years of working there, you still had not met the royal family. You chalked it up to working mostly night shifts and didn't give it much thought.
On the morning of your 850th birthday, having had the previous night off, you had planned on sleeping in some and then making the most of your day. However, you were quite rudely woken by 2 young maids, who you were somewhat friends with, rushing into your bedroom.
"Y/N!" They exclaimed. "Get up quickly! The queen has requested to speak with you!" You blinked a few times, not believing what they'd said.
"Did I get full last night and forget about it?" You muttered. They pulled you out of bed and selected your best dress from your closet. "What does she want to see me for?" You asked as they helped you dress. Suddenly you were feeling quite nervous and very sick to your stomach.
"We can't tell you," The one girl, Alexandria, said. "But I promise you it's all good things. You'll be very happy!" The other girl, Hildegard, didn't say anything but smiled knowingly.
Before you knew it, you were being shoved through a set of doors and staring at a table full of the most delicious breakfast foods you had seen. "Good morning," A voice greeted. You looked up at the speaker and realized Queen Frigga had been sitting at the table all along.
"Oh! My queen!" You gasped, curtsying quickly. "My apologies! I didn't-"
"Do not fret, Y/N," She smiled kindly. "Please, sit with me and eat. I'm sure you're hungry."
"I-" You paused, smiling gratefully. "I am actually. Thank you." You sat down and served yourself a small amount, not wanting to appear greedy. The Queen was surprisingly easy to talk to, asking about how various things in the palace were doing while in turn she allowed you to ask different questions about palace life. You found yourself smiling and laughing with her as you both ate.
"Do you know why I called you here this morning?" She asked.
"Not the foggiest," You admitted, shaking your head. "This is quite nice, of course, but I am a bit curious."
"Today is your 850th birthday, is it not?" You nodded quickly. The Queen took a sip from her glass, before continuing. "One of my sons is in need of a new servant. The previous one just got married to a young man from Alfheim."
"How nice for her," You smiled. Your brain, however, caught up with what Frigga was implying. "Wait. You mean you want me to be a servant to the princes?"
"Not the princes, dear girl. A personal servant to one. They each have a personal servant to care for their daily needs. You are not only qualified in skill and ability, but also in age. We never assign maids that are too young to the princes. They can be," She paused, chuckling quietly. "They can be a lot to handle. However, I think you will be just fine." You were speechless, staring at the Queen in shock.
"I-yes! Of course, your majesty. I would be honored."
I have not told you which prince you will be working for," She said, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise at your immediate acceptance.
"Does it matter?" You asked. "It is an honor no matter to be working for your family directly." Frigga nodded approvingly and smiled.
"Then you will not care when I say the position is working for my son Loki?"
"My Queen, as I said before, it would be an honor. I have never heard any ill spoken of you or your sons. So why should I care who I am to be serving?"
"Your attitude and innocence will either lead to your success or your quick demise. I wish you all the best. Now come, I will show you to your new quarters."
You and Loki became fast friends. He treated you more as a peer than as a servant, especially since you came to find out the two of you were the same age. You were surprised at how easygoing the young prince was. Working directly with the royal family, you did start to hear palace gossip about them and you were disheartened to find most of it was about Loki.
One day, when you'd finished with the daily chores you had in Loki's room, which was more like an apartment, Loki walked in and flopped down on the freshly made bed.
"Loki!" You screeched. "I just made that!" You ran over, trying to stretch the quilt where he was not laying at least. Loki smirked at you and your eyes widened. "No, no, no! Loki! I know that look! What are you up to-eeee!" You squealed as he pulled you onto the bed, officially messing up all the sheets. You both laid there for a while, laughing and simply enjoying each other's company. "Why are you back so early?" You finally ask.
"Thor was feeling sick today and-" He paused, looking away sadly. "The others had better things to do."
"They didn't want to fight with you?" You asked. He shook his head and you scoffed. "You are a far better warrior than all of them combined. They should consider it an honor to fight you."
"Y/N, love, you are too kind. But-" He was interrupted by someone opening the door.
"Prince Loki, your mother requests your presence," A young girl said. One of Frigga's maids you recognized.
"Of course," He sighed. "My apologies for messing up the bed," He said, turning back to you.
"It's alright, Lo-Prince Loki," You replied. It was sometimes difficult to remember to add the honorifics on his name after becoming such close friends. But the girl was watching and you didn't want to appear disrespectful.
It took about 2 weeks for you to finally figure out what was going on. Ever since that day in Loki's room, the other servants, with the exception of your friends Alexandria and Hildegard, had avoided you like the plague. But today it all came out. You were in the laundry about to fold the clothes Loki had asked you to wash when you heard two maids talking a few tables away. One was Frigga's maid and they were obviously unaware of your presence in the room.
"They were in bed together!" She whispered scandalously.
"No!" The other gasped. "Tell me more!"
"The sheets were quite a mess. You could tell there had been quite a bit of," She paused briefly, smirking. "Activity." The two of them laughed quietly. "And that isn't even the worst! She almost called him by his name without a title! And he even called her ‘love’!"
"Oh my!" The girl gasped. "I suppose it makes sense. She is Prince Loki's personal servant. And I suppose she should serve him personally," She winked. "Although I do not understand why he would be interested in a thing like her?"
"A whore does not have to be pretty to be talented," Frigga's maid replied. The other girl hummed in agreement.
Hot tears fell down your cheeks. You bit back a sob and hurriedly gathered Loki's clothes in a basket. You ran out of the room and straight to Loki's quarters. As much as you wanted to hide away you had to finish your chores but you couldn't stay there. When you reached his room you placed the basket on the bed as it was the best spot to use like a table. Looking at the bed though, you burst into tears, falling to your knees beside the bed.
"Norns! I've never wanted to stab someone so much!" Loki yelled, bursting into the room. You gasped, standing up quickly, trying to dry your tears.
"What happened?" You asked, turning away from him so he couldn't see your face and trying to keep your voice even.
"Odin! Blasted Odin! He dared to imply that-argh! That man, he dares to call himself a king much less a father-" Loki yelled. He was so angry he couldn't even finish a sentence. You patiently listened, trying to finish folding his clothes.
"What did he say?" You asked quietly.
"He implied things," Loki said vaguely. "About my behavior."
"Has he not done so before?" You asked, slightly confused as to what made him so upset today. Loki shook his head.
"Not like this. He-" Loki winced slightly, hesitant to explain. "He wasn't just talking about me in this instance."
"Ah," You said. "So who's honor has you so upset? Lady Sif's perhaps?"
"Why would I be upset over her?" He exclaimed, finally looking up at you. Rushing over to you he grabbed your hands, pulling you closer to him. "Darling! What happened? Why are you crying?" You pulled away quickly, wrapping your arms around yourself.
"Please don't call me that!" You cried. "I-I'm sorry, Lo-Prince Loki. I am not feeling too well. Could I be excused to my quarters? I will send someone to finish with your laundry." Loki nodded slowly, very confused, and you ran off.
As you ran down the hallway, you collided with someone and you both fell down. "Y/N! Where's the fire?" Alexandria laughed as she got up. She reached to help you and saw your tears. "Who hurt you?" She asked.
"I'm just not feeling well," You lied.
"That is a pitiful excuse. What is wrong?" She ordered. As you walked to your room with her, you explained everything. "Oh honey! I'm so sorry that happened! You stay here. I'll send Hildegard to bring you some food and I'll go take care of Loki's laundry. Ok?" You nodded sadly and laid down as Alexandria hurried out. A few hours later, after you forced down part of the dinner Hildegard had brought you, there was a light knock at your door.
"Come in," You said, voice hoarse from crying. Slowly your door opened and a raven-haired man peeked in.
"Y/N?" Loki said, stepping in carefully. "How are you doing?" You wanted to scream at him for coming. You wanted to tell him to leave. But you were tired.
"Sadly, I am alive." Loki chuckled lightly and sat on the edge of your bed.
"For that I am very much glad," He smiled, resting a hand on your arm. "Alexandria told me what happened." You stiffened at his comment, every worst possible scenario rushing through your mind. "That's actually what Odin was speaking of earlier. He said that I was of age now and, well, he said there would be no consequences if I chose to find, how did he put it? Comfort? In one of my maids?"
"I see," You said slowly. "That-that makes sense," You continued, sitting up in bed, hands in your lap. "After all you are the prince and you have more important things to worry about than where to sate your needs." You looked away, nervous at what his reaction would be. You would be lying if you said you didn't want to be with him. But you definitely didn't want to be an object. Something he simply used and then ignored when it was no longer needed.
"Oh my dear friend," Loki sighed. "Do you truly think so little of yourself? Why do you think I was so upset earlier? After my meeting with Odin?" He brushed the stray strands of hair out of her face, ones that had fallen out of place while she slept. Turning her head towards him he smiled at her, eyes brimming with tears. "You are far too precious to be treated like that. I would never want to treat anyone so,” He crinkled his nose, searching for the right word. “So insignificant.”
"I appreciate that, Loki," You replied, blushing slightly. "But that doesn't change what they think. I'm so sorry. It's not your fault. Perhaps I should go away. At least I wouldn't hear any of the rumors they have to tell."
"No! Please don't go!" He immediately said, reaching out to hold onto you as if you'd take off right then. Running one hand through his hair he sighed. "Perhaps this isn't a good time to tell you."
"Tell me what?" You asked, reaching out to touch his hand but hesitated slightly, nervous as to how he would react. Loki stared at you, watching your movement. He took you hand in his and chuckled dryly.
"I care for you deeply, Y/N. You're my closest friend but," He paused. "But I wish for more. I love you. Very much. If you don't feel the same way I understand. If you want a transfer or want to leave I can have that arra-"
"No!" You yelled, interrupting him. "No! I don't want to go! I-" You gasped. "I love you too!" You laughed happily. "I just never thought you'd feel the same way!" Loki grinned, hugging you tightly.
"I promise to love you till the end of time," He whispered. Stroking your tear-stained cheek gently with his thumb he smiled sadly. "I know things will not be easy for you with the other servants. And I will try my best to make things right. But please come to me, darling. I never want to see you suffering alone."
"Okay," You said, smiling gratefully. He leaned forward and kissed you softly, chastely.
"If I am going to court you, we're going to do this right," He said. "I shall speak with the Allfather and Allmother today."
To your great happiness, they allowed Loki to court you. However, to your surprise, they never agreed when he asked to marry you. 1 year turned into 10. 10 into 100. Soon you had found yourself having courted Loki for over 200 years. They had gone by in the blink of an eye it seemed and, though you both wished to marry, you were happy as long as you were by each other's side. Loki had asked for your hand so many times that Frigga and Odin began to answer him before he even asked. He never stopped asking though.
One day, as you neared your 1,000th birthday, you woke in the middle of the night to a loud clatter in the hallway followed by a curse. You giggled, recognizing Loki's voice, and ran to open the door.
"Loki!" You whisper-yelled. "What are you doing? It's 3am!"
"Y/N!" He exclaimed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I simply knocked over a-"
"Loki, it's ok," You chuckled. However, you noticed he was unusually quiet and wouldn't look at you. "Loki? Is something wrong?" He slowly looked at you, a cool expression taking over his face.
"I was leaving you a note on the door. You'll have a new assignment in the morning."
"Oh! Loki! Did they finally say yes?" You asked excitedly, running towards him. He quickly backed away from you, shaking his head vigorously.
"No," He said. "I-I think it best we don't see each other any more. Therefore I asked for a change in your assignment."
"I don't believe you," You replied. Loki's expression contorted into one of anger.
"If you don't believe me then go read the note I left you! After all this time you don't even trust me?" He yelled.
"Loki!" You hissed, grabbing his arm before he could back away. "I trust you with my life. Don't make this into that argument. We've been over it already. I meant I don't believe what you're saying. I don't think you truly wish our relationship to end. I think someone or something has gotten to you or threatened you and I think you're trying to 'make it easier on me' by making me hate you before you go. Well guess what? It's not going to work. We promised each other to be in love till the end of time and I, for one, am keeping my end of the bargain so if you don't get in here, sit down, and explain to me what's going on I'll go to Frigga myself and ask her."
"Okay," Loki agreed, suddenly looking tired and defeated. Following you into your room he sat on the edge of your bed, fidgeting with his hands. "Your birthday is coming up," He said.
"Yes, it is," You replied, sitting next to him. "What does that matter?"
"Recently, my mother told me that your parents left you a gift for your 1,000th birthday." You nodded, wondering where he was going with this. "I am," He paused. "Familiar with a custom of certain families, usually ones of higher ranking, that they give their daughters a husband on her 1,000ths birthday. And-" He took a shaky breath, looking away. "I fear that is why we've never been allowed to marry. I think Mother knows what your gift is."
"Oh," You said. "I-I never thought of that. I never dreamt-" You started to cry, suddenly afraid of being taken away from the love of your life. Loki pulled you into his arms and kissed your forehead softly. No more words were exchanged. Loki and you eventually fell asleep reclined on your bed, you cradled protectively in his arms.
The day finally came. You were 1,000 years old by Asgardian terms and you were terrified. One of Odin's servants came to you with a request for your presence at breakfast and an excuse from all your duties that day. You bit your lip nervously. Not having to work today meant you had no real excuse to see Loki before breakfast. You hoped he would be there at least.
"Good morning, Y/N," Frigga smiled as you walked into the dining room. You curtsied and forced a smile back.
"Your highness," You greeted. Odin walked in the room and nodded at you before taking his seat at the head of the table. You curtsied again and then heard Thor coming in with his usual ruckus. Turning around you saw Thor physically dragging Loki into the dining room. The latter quickly walked in on his own when he saw you already there.
"Y/N!" Loki exclaimed, running up to you and hugging you tightly. You giggled and hugged him back. Odin cleared his throat pointedly and the two of you quickly pulled away. Frigga shot her husband a glare and then smiled softly at you and Loki. You all sat down, you and Frigga on one side, the two Odinsons on the other side, and Odin at the head, while the servants brought out the food. You tried to help them but Frigga tapped your arm and motioned for you to sit.
"You're a guest today, my dear girl," She said. You nodded, feeling awful for not helping. Eventually, the meal was finished, though you ate very little, and Odin stood up.
"Today is a special day," He boomed, smiling at you. "I will skip over a long and flowery speech since I care for those very little and I'm sure you are anxiously awaiting your gift." You looked away, a bit embarrassed that it was so obvious. "Do not be upset," He chuckled. "There is nothing wrong with your excitement." You looked up at him again and smiled slightly. Loki was right all these years, it was odd to see Odin happy. Somehow his cheerful attitude doubled your nerves.
"Are you ok, brother?" Thor whispered to Loki on the other side of the table.
"I'll be fine," Loki snapped. He shot an apologetic look at Thor and nodded. "Just worried," He added. Thor nodded and patted his brother's shoulder firmly.
"This paper, a letter," Odin said. "Was written to you, Y/N, by your parents shortly after your birth. As you can see, it is sealed with my seal and has not been opened. I, myself, as well as the Queen were present at it's writing." He broke open the seal and started reading.
"Our dearest Y/N, our love, our daughter,
You may not get to see it until much later, but to us, your parents, your eyes hold a bright future. You've yet to say a single word but you've got us wrapped around your little finger. We can't wait to see what a beautiful woman you'll become. We have lain a path for you before birth and now that you're here, it is time to take your first steps in this new and exciting world. No matter what, you will always have our love and support whenever your life shall lead you. Whether we're far or near, we will always be there with you, every step of the way.
As we said, we have something planned for you. Something that will allow you to fulfill your greatest dreams and something that we hope will give you all the happiness in the world.
Many moons ago, your father saved a man's life in battle. The man promised to repay that debt. It was agreed that our families would be joined by the future marriage of our children. The man later had a son, and we, of course, had you."
At this point, hot tears were streaming down your face. As happy as you were to hear how much your parents cared for you. You now knew Loki's fears were correct. This was why you'd never been allowed to marry him. Each word suddenly became as a stab to your heart. Loki, for his part, was not faring any better as he listened.
"That man was our wonderful King, Odin. We hope you, our lovely Y/N, find all the joys you could ever hope for in your marriage to his son.
We want you to know how much we love you and we wish you all the happiness possible as long as you live.
Your parents ~"
Loki's chair screeched as he stood abruptly. Your head snapped up to look at him but he was already storming through the dining room doors.
"Father?" Thor said uneasily, looking quickly between Odin, you and the door through which Loki had left. "What's the meaning of this?"
"Well, my son," Odin said with a wide smile. "It means that Y/N has been promised to-"
"No!" You exclaimed, standing up. "Thor," You said, looking at him. "I love you like a brother. You'll be a fine husband one day but I'd rather die before I marry you." Turning to Odin you saw a frown painting his face. "Throw me in the dungeons, kill me, whatever you wish, but I will not marry Thor. I love Loki and I could never hurt him in such a way."
"My child-" Odin started to say but you ignored him, running out of the room. "Guard!" Odin yelled, calling for one to go after you.
"Husband," Frigga said softly. "Let her be for now. Perhaps there can be a solution." Odin reluctantly agreed and Frigga sat beside him to reason with him. Thor quietly slipped out, feeling rather awkward.
He wandered out to a secluded part of the gardens, a spot he knew Loki loved to hide in. He smiled sadly when he found you curled up in Loki's arms at the base of a willow tree. "I won't do it," You sobbed, gripping his shirt tightly as you cried into it.
"You have to," Loki said, running his hands soothingly over your back. Although his was just as upset, he was trying to be strong for you. "It's been decided," He whispered. "At least you'll be safe and cared for. Thor may be my oaf of a brother but he'll treat you well."
"No I won't," Thor said walking up. "Well, not that I would-" He sighed frustratedly. "I mean that I won't take her." Loki looked up at his brother in surprise.
"Brother, what-"
"Loki," Thor said, sitting down beside his brother. "She refused me already," He chuckled. "Father was not happy but I believe Mother is trying to change his mind." He clapped Loki's shoulder and smiled. "She's yours. I would never dare take that away from you." The three of you sat in silence for some time before Frigga came and found you.
"My children, please come back to the dining hall. I have spoken with Odin and we've made a decision." Reluctantly you followed Frigga, holding tightly to Loki's hand.
As you walked into the dining room, Odin stood up and smiled at you. It was a forced smile, but a smile nonetheless. "Y/N, you have refused to marry Thor, correct?" You nodded immediately. "And Thor, you have refused to marry Y/N?"
"I cannot take her away from my brother, from their happiness." Odin nodded thoughtfully.
"Well then, here is my decision," Odin said. Frigga cleared her throat pointedly, shooting him another glare. "Our decision," He corrected. "This letter was written a few months after you were born, Y/N. Although we'd made the agreement before your birth, it did not go into effect until it was written." He sighed loudly and looked back at the paper. "And by this time Loki was already in our lives." Loki looked at you hopefully, squeezing your hand lightly. "And the letter does not specify which son you are promised to. So it is my great pleasure," He said somewhat sarcastically. "To give you to my son Loki as a bride. Will that be acceptable?"
"Yes!" You exclaimed. "Yes! Oh thank you!" You were nearly screaming in excitement. Loki was frozen in surprise, having never expected his father to give in to their wishes.
"Really?" He asked in almost a whisper. Frigga nodded at him and hugged her son. "Thank you!" He said. Turning to you he smiled widely, hugging you tightly and spinning you around. You laughed as he spun you, happy beyond your wildest dreams.
"Oh Loki!" You cried as he put you down. "I love you so much!" He grinned, kissing you earnestly.
"I love you too, my queen," He smiled. You blushed brightly, looking away.
"Enjoy your day together," Frigga said. "Tomorrow we can make the announcement and start making plans." You both nodded and hurried off to the gardens again, this time much happier.
"And to think all this started because your previous servant got married suddenly," You mused as you walked through the gardens arm in arm.
"Oh it wasn't sudden at all," He said. You stopped in your tracks, staring at him in surprise. "We'd been planning for her departure for some time. I had seen you working and quite liked you but you weren't old enough to be a servant of the royal family yet." Your eyes widened with every word. "I made mother wait to find me a replacement until you had your birthday."
"You chose me?" You gasped. He smiled, turning to face you and brushing a few stray hairs away from your face.
"I will always choose you," He said, smiling widely. "For all time."
"Always."
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swan-of-sunrise · 3 years
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Spellbinding (Chapter Eighteen-Part Two)
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Summary: Loki and (Y/N)’s morning after...
Pairing: Loki X Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for implied sexy times
A/N: Lol for context, imagine Loki and (Y/N)’s first time together as a mix of Lucifer and Chloe’s (Lucifer Netflix) and Edith and Thomas’ (Crimson Peak). I hope that you enjoy all the fluffiness!
Chapter Eighteen (Part II) March 8th, 2016 Avengers Tower, New York City (Previous Chapter)
The rays of early morning sunlight were just beginning to peek through the bedroom curtains when Loki blinked his eyes open, bringing his hand up to stifle his exhausted yawn. The unexpected flash of blue in front of his face took him by surprise, but memories of the night before came to the forefront of his mind and his shock morphed into contentment; before they’d finally succumbed to sleep, (Y/N) tiredly asked that he remain in his true Jotun form and he’d complied, intertwining his large fingers with her smaller ones and rubbing small circles over her knuckles while they’d both drifted off.
Rolling over onto his side, Loki’s gaze landed on a still-sleeping (Y/N) and the corner of his lip curved up into a tender smile. His fiancée’s snores were much louder than usual and the hand not holding his was flung up to rest above her head, her fingers twitching against the edge of the pillow with each snore; Loki’s smile morphed into a roguish grin when his eyes drifted down to the opening of her satin robe and spotted the love bites he’d left on her neck and upper chest, remembering in vivid detail the sounds she’d made and the way her fingers gripped his hair with each brush of his lips. If this is Valhalla then I’ll gladly take it, he thought with a happy sigh, propping himself up on his elbow and moving his free hand to caress the soft skin of her cheek.
(Y/N)’s snoring quieted down, eventually stopping when she began nuzzling closer to his touch. Loki leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead, pulling away just as her (Y/E/C) eyes slowly opened; once she realized that he was looking at her, she gave him a sleepy smile as she quietly spoke, “Hi, you.”
“Hello, darling.” Loki’s fingertips began gently tracing along her cheekbone. “Sleep well?”
“Wonderfully,” She brought her free hand up to brush a strand of hair behind his ear as her smile widened. “But waking up and seeing this beautiful face makes me feel even better.”
Loki felt his cold skin flush at her sweet words. “I’m the one who should be saying that about you, my love…” He kissed the palm of her hand. “…my lady…” Leaning down again, he brushed his lips against the bridge of her nose and grinned while she giggled. “…my goddess…” He captured her lips in a slow, languid kiss, trailing his hand down her side and pressing her closer to him while her arm wrapped around his shoulders; (Y/N) shivered in his embrace when his hand drifted further down along her thigh and hitched her leg to rest against his boxer-clad hip, and his passion-clouded mind took a moment to realize that his Jotun skin was making her cold. While her lips began trailing kisses along his jawline, Loki willed his Asgardian form to return and her noise of protest made him chuckle. “I’m sorry, darling, but you were getting cold. Although, there are far more enjoyable ways to warm you back up, aren’t there?”
“Loki, y-you can’t just say things like that…”
His grin widened as his fiancée bashfully hid her face against her pillow. “You needn’t be so shy, (Y/N), not when you were so delectably bold last night.”
(Y/N) let out an embarrassed groan and brought her hand up to obscure the rest of her face. “I honestly don’t know what came over me, I’m usually not that…intrepid.”
Chuckling, Loki sat up against the headboard of his bed and easily maneuvered her so that she was straddling his lap, one hand splayed out against her back while the other brought one of hers up to his lips; he kissed each knuckle, pressing a final kiss to her engagement ring before releasing her hand to cup her cheek, smiling softly as he spoke, “Your newfound intrepidness was a surprise, darling, but believe me when I say that it was a very pleasant one.”
Her lips curled into a shy sort of smile at his words. “Is that so?”
“Mm-hmm,” Leaning forward, Loki began leaving open-mouthed kisses along her neck, reveling in the way she immediately tilted her head to give him more access. “Thinking of how you took control of your pleasure last night…?” He groaned against her collarbone, his hands tightening against her back as vivid memories of their night together filled his mind. “Oh, my darling, you have no idea how utterly intoxicating you are to me. It’s all I can do to keep myself from laying you down on this bed and showing just how much I utterly crave you.”
She hummed in contentment and pulled back, her arms remaining around his neck as she flashed him a teasing grin. “You sure do know how to sweet-talk a lady, Loki.”
“Well, I’m not called ‘Silvertongue’ for nothing.” Loki wriggled his brows suggestively and joined in on (Y/N)’s laughter, falling back down onto the bed and already reaching for her satin robe’s knotted belt as she soundly kissed him.
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It was a little past noon by the time Loki lowered the magical defenses around his suite’s door, asked J.A.R.V.I.S. to deactivate the Hot and Heavy Protocol and crept out into the hallway; knowing how their teammates would react to their very-noticeable absence, Loki volunteered to fetch them some breakfast so that (Y/N) would be spared from their inevitable teasing. At least they all had the sense not to try bothering us, he thought as he exited the elevator and walked down the hall to the kitchens, self-consciously adjusting the collar of his shirt so that it covered the rapidly-healing love bite on his neck.
Entering the kitchens, Loki breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was unoccupied, but his relief turned to confusion as his gaze landed on a note addressed to him resting on the counter. He crossed the room and picked the note up, scanning the neatly-written note as his brow rose in surprise.
Congratulations on your engagement becoming official, Fury told us the good news last night at dinner! All of us went out for the day so the tower’s yours until later this afternoon. Thor and Nat made Clint cook you two lunch to make up for his teasing yesterday, it’s in the oven when you’re ready :)
-Steve
P.S. Don’t worry about the others teasing you guys, Nat made it pretty clear that she’ll use anyone who says anything inappropriate for target practice.
“Natasha’s such a great friend, isn’t she?” Loki glanced over to see (Y/N) standing beside him, a sheepish smile on her face when he raised his brow. “Sorry, but I was too hungry to wait for you to get back.”
Before he could reply, his own stomach growled and the two of them laughed as they took the homemade pizza Clint made out of the oven; they made themselves comfortable on the couch in the common room, watching the midday news report while they ate and chatted. Loki watched his fiancée and listened with a dazed smile on his face as she enthusiastically talked about an upcoming film adaptation of one of her aunt’s favorite novels of suspense. It reminded him of when he’d visit her at the library and they’d talk about literature while she worked; reminiscing about those days of stolen glances and innocent flirting only reaffirmed his belief that he was the luckiest man in all the Nine Realms to go from that to being engaged to be married. I think I’ve fallen in love with her all over again, he thought to himself, resting his cheek against the back of the couch while he continued watching her speak.
“At first, I wasn’t too sure about Sam Claflin’s casting but now I…” (Y/N) trailed off when she caught sight of his face and her brow furrowed a little. “Why’re you looking at me like that, Loki?”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m reciting a romantic Shakespearean sonnet and not rambling about a casting decision in a movie.”
Loki’s smile widened. “Because everything that comes out of your mouth is pure poetry to my ears, darling.”
She giggled and moved so that she was kneeling beside him on the couch, resting a hand on his cheek while she shook her head in exasperation. “You’re a shameless flirt, sweetheart, but I still love you.”
They both leaned in, kissing one another slowly and sweetly as their arms held each other close; when Loki pulled away from their kiss, he rested his forehead against hers and gazed into her dazzling (Y/E/C) eyes. “And I’ll love you until the end of time, my darling (Y/N).” He captured her lips in another passionate kiss and wasted no time in deepening it, swallowing her gasps and whimpers and letting out his own hiss of pleasure as her hands slid into his now-unbuttoned shirt and along his chest; in a flash, he had her pressed down onto the couch and his lips were kissing a trail of fire down her neck.
“Loki,” (Y/N) gasped, her fingers threading through his hair and eliciting another groan from him when her nails gently scraped along his scalp. “Loki, the others will be back soon…”
Pressing a final kiss to the column of her throat, he flashed her a mischievous grin that only widened when he caught sight of her lust-blown eyes behind her skewed glasses, and he couldn’t stop his hand from wandering down to the hem of her skirt. “Plenty of time for dessert, then, wouldn’t you say?”
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A/N: I tried writing a spicier chapter but couldn’t write a sentence without bursting into embarrassed giggles lol I really hope that you enjoyed all the fluff ‘cause shit’s gonna hit the fan really soon! I think I’m going to take another tiny break and update in two weeks, I just want to work more on the outline and make sure everything’s good before we get into the intense stuff so I’ll see ya’ll in two weeks!
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Fated, Faithful or Fatal VII
Summary | The engagement puts Mark at odds with Steve over security concerns. Another clue in the cry for help uncovers the truth of what happened that fateful day. Bucky makes a bargain when Loki is arrested for treason.
A/N: 18+ for scent kink, dubious consent (fingering) and threats of violence.]
This is Dark! Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader and Dark! Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader in the world of ABO.
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News of the engagement was splashed upon the news, newspapers and social media created headlines that I could not escape from. Bundles of magazines, catalogues with dresses and designers’ hurried assistants trying to contact me. All paying lip service to the fact I was being forced against my will to marry a man I didn’t love.
Even with the wedding planning looming overhead, I knew I would have no say, let alone a choice in what I would wear. Perhaps if I was amicable enough, my father would relent. But I had no interest in appeasing him or Steve. There were bigger things to worry about. The stall I had visited weeks before, the lady with her child – everything was gone. Like they never existed. It made my search to piece together the rest of the note paramount to anything else.
Keegan had stopped dropping off the magazines at my door, knowing that I was never going to peruse through the pages, let alone have an interest in looking at the cover. Instead, he continued to be my informant, letting me know where my father was going and where he came from when he was able to find out the information.
He loathed when Steve would visit. Which was why it was no surprise to see the look of disgust on his face when he opened the door at my call.
“He’s requesting an audience with Mark.”
At that, I got to my feet, Keegan blocking the door with both arms as his suit jacket fanned out behind him.
“You can’t. Normally I would look the other way, you know that, but I don’t get the sense that this is a conversation that either of them would want you as an audience for.” Keegan smoothed down his vest. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t listen.
Keegan put his finger to his lips as he motioned for me to follow him. In a spare bedroom, he closed the door, opening the closet door where a wire was clasped near the frame. He took out his phone, connecting the wire as he looked my shocked face.
“Your mother had this installed,” Keegan stated, turning up the volume. “She didn’t always trust your father, you know.”
“She did this?”
My mother, the patron saint of my father, a spy? It didn’t make any sense. They were happy, she was devoted to him. In so many ways, more devoted to him than she was her own children.
“Your father has always been a wicked bastard. Toward the end of her life, she knew.”
Both of us went silent as I heard Mark, the chair making a quick pull against the hardwood as he greeted Steve.
“General Rogers. What brings you here today?”
“We need to discuss her security,” came Steve’s reply.
Keegan and I shared a worried glance.
“What is there to discuss?”
“She is my fiancée. Within weeks, she will be my mate. There will no longer be need for you in our household. She will have a security team assigned to her around the clock.”
I covered my mouth as Keegan placed a finger over his lips once more.
“As an Omega, she is given a protector for life. That is law, General Rogers. One that her own father put in place.”
“I’m well versed in the ways of our laws, Mark. I don’t expect to understand. I expect you to comply.”
“And where will that leave her? More bruises on her skin? To be fearful of you? Will your security team look the other way when you dominate her in private?”
“They’ll do what I tell them to do. And so will she.”
“That is my worry. I cannot leave her, nor do I want to. She has seen enough pain in her life. I cannot go against the commands you’ve made nor the contract that her father has created. But I will protect her. With that law, I will comply.”
There was silence for a moment before Mark continued, his voice always calm. He would not be bullied.
“Preparations for weddings, I’m told are anywhere from months to a year. What makes you so hurried, General Rogers?”
“The protests are ramping up again. I know you’ve seen it. Stark didn’t create that brain of yours to be obsolete. She’s not safe while she’s here.”
“Do you not believe that I would not protect my own daughter?” My father’s reply was hard, Keegan’s lips settling into a frown.
“You know as well as I do what could happen if she was alone. The attack proved that she is their target. Mark was injured in the scuffle, General Barnes had to step in and save them both. You may be her father and for that I respect it but you cannot protect her forever. When we are married, she will be in my care. My responsibility.”
“Do not forget that you left her at the scene of the attack, Rogers. Mark had saved her life. To imply that he would not do the duty that he was created for is beneath you. We will discuss this at a further date. I will not entertain any more comments on the matter. As of now, Mark will continue to be her protector and if you have any concerns, you will bring them to me. The transition of power has not been transferred to you yet. Be patient.”
It was quiet as I exhaled with a shudder. Keegan placed his arm around me, hugging me close.
“I will,” Steve replied quietly. “You are the elder Alpha, after all. I accept your decision.”
Judging by how controlled Steve’s voice was, I knew he didn’t accept it at all.
It made me afraid.
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I stared up at the boarded up shop, Mark behind me as he peered around the people that passed us. We’d walked to the outskirts, slipping into the roles we’d seen on this familiar street as I moved the hoodie over my head. The scent of fear and sadness was strong, even as the sidewalks were largely deserted.
Loki’s Imaginarium looked like it had one held promise. The burgeoning building nestled on a quiet street, with a now overgrown parking lot and faded spray painted cries for help on the walls. I’d remembered it once, I think. The master magician who could play tricks, either good or bad, depending on his mood, his love of music a close second as it used to filter through the air.
“What do you think we’ll find here?” Mark took a step closer, trying to peer inside between the slated wood.
“He said he helped people escape. I think it was here. She used to come here often.”
I walked around the side of the building, the weeds snagging on my stockings as Mark followed closely. At the back of the building, a door came into view, a heavy padlock that was rusted as Mark cradled it in his hand.
“We shouldn’t be here,” he warned with a sigh. “I don’t know if this will bring you clarity.’
“We can’t go inside anyway. Not with that lock.” It seemed hopeless now. I’d had an ounce of hope that the lock would have been broken and I didn’t want to risk trying to break a window.
“We can,” Mark assured me quietly.
He closed his eyes briefly as a small light emitted from his forehead, the lock disintegrating in his hands.
“What…” I took a step back, blinking to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“Don’t be afraid,” Mark urged me. “It’s new. I told you. Ever since Stark put me in the cradle… I’m learning new things every day. It’s alright. Trust me.”
He pushed open the door, giving me a signal to keep close as we were greeted with stale air and the scent of old books. I turned the flashlight on my phone, looking around the high rise aisles of books, items and instruments, dust collected in thick layers as we continued on.
“I imagine in it’s heyday that it was quite popular,” Mark said out loud, picking up a wand that sprayed out a stream of small bubbles. “Interesting.”
I continued down an aisle when I heard something underneath my feet. Mark was at my side within an instant, standing in front of me as the rustle from the other side of the aisle continued. I looked down at the wire I’d stepped on, eerie old-time music flooding the speakers.
“What happened?” Mark scanned the aisle between us carefully, listening carefully.
The music continued on as I looked around. It had to be a trick.
“We need to leave.”
“Wait.” I didn’t want to give up. My sister had loved this place. Spent hours here.
I held up my hand as I listened to the lyrics.
“It’s a code,” I guessed, walking down to the end of the aisle. “The world is gloomy.”
A small door caught my eye, one so small that I would have needed to crawl on my hands and knees to enter. A sign that simply read ‘bad’ with a circle and crossed out on the front.
“A bad sign.”
“I don’t follow.”
“The lyrics,” I answered, crouching down to try the knob.
“Wait,” Mark admonished behind me as I felt for a light switch.
When it flicked on, it was a secret room, Polaroid photos of smiling people, gearing up for a march. As I crawled closer to get a better look, Mark pulled me out by my waist.
“We have to go. Now!”
But I’d seen her, the same smiling face that was full of hope with her arms outstretched with a sign that she had just made, hand painted and demanding justice. Clad in her favorite t-shirt from her alma mater, eyes bright with determination.
And the small Alpha tattoo that peeked out from her inner arm.
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"Did you know?" I demanded as Mark ushered me down the street. "Did you know she was an Alpha?"
Mark huffed, my head down to keep up the pretense as we passed an Omega at a bus stop, eyes vacant as she rubbed her round belly.
"Yes."
I tried to pull away from him as rage filled me but it was useless. Mark's arm was around mine as we continued walking, trying to put distance between the empty parts of the city until we got into a safer place.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I was put in charge of you both. I never lied to you. While my synapses were programmed to protect you, hers were inherently biological to do the same."
Two protectors. I doubled over with the shock, Mark stopping briefly to reach out to touch my back. I recoiled at his touch.
“It isn’t safe out here,” a voice called out from the shadow of an alleyway. “I warned you once already. But it appears you like the danger.”
Loki came into view, his trench coat wrapped around his lanky build, his black hair slicked back that gave him a regal air. He inhaled sharply as he gave me a sad glance.
“You found my clue after all. I can’t help you anymore than that and again, I repeat, bodyguard or not that you are in danger.”
“And you aren’t?” I challenged. Mark was silent, his arms crossed over his chest.
“What more can they do to me?” Loki mused. “I tried to flee once. Never again. A cushy job as a conductor, trotted out to the masses when they want music. No risk of heats due to my suppressants provided at no cost by the government. I’m resigned to my fate until I know of otherwise.”
“Why didn’t you make it out?”
Mark said my name quietly and I knew that it was a hint for us to go.
“Our lifeline was cut off that day when she died.”
Loki’s misted eyes met mine.
“She knew of ways out that we didn’t. Ways that only her kind could. She paid for it with her life.”
Before Mark could pull me away, a black vehicle rolled to a stop as I was pushed behind him.
Loki put up his hands before the door opened, General Barnes and two others getting out, guns raised as Barnes looked over at us.
“Loki Laufeyson,” Barnes said with a smirk. “I knew you’d get sentimental eventually. Your building isn’t going anywhere. Not yet at least.”
Loki said nothing, his eyes closed shut as he continued to hold up his hands.
“Kneel,” Barnes ordered. Loki lowered to the ground, the guards with him rushing to place cuffs on his hands.
“Mr. Laufeyson, I regret to inform you that you are being arrested for treason. Did you think those hidden notes in your music would have gotten far?”
Mark held fast as I tried to move closer. Treason meant death.
“Wait,” I called out behind Mark, the guards pulling him away as Barnes held up his metal hand.
“Do you think you can order me around as you do your Mark 45? Or should I say, Mark 50? I see he’s upgraded.”
Loki sat in between the two guards, Mark in front of me as I leaned my forehead against his back. I needed to try. I couldn’t let him die.
“You said the woman at the farmer marker’s wouldn’t be harmed. Where is she?”
Barnes let out a low laugh at my question.
“Safe and sound at home. Where she belongs. Her husband, the stalwart brick layer, came into some injuries and she needed to take care of him. I assure you I didn’t do anything with her little fruit stand. You’re very distrusting for an Omega.”
The guards pulled Loki up to drag him into the car.
“Will you kill him? He doesn’t get a trial?”
“Not for treason,” Barnes snapped, glaring at Loki for a moment. “But I suppose I could be persuaded to make a bargain.”
“No,” Mark denied loudly, spinning me around so that I was caged in his arms. “We’re going home. Now.”
Barnes let out a low whistle.
“You didn’t even hear my offer.”
“We don’t need to,” Mark countered. “Do what you will with Mr. Laufeyson.”
The sound of a crack hit Mark squarely between the shoulders as he had his back turned to Barnes as he fell. Whatever hit him, he was rendered unconscious, deaf to my screams as I tried to wake him.
“He’s out cold until I say so,” Barnes hinted. “A few of the Mark 50s that Stark has been reprogramming have been getting out of hand. We’re looking into it but for now, we’ve accessed a kill switch.”
“Mark,” I begged, wiping my tears as I tried to shake him awake again. “Please, wake up.”
“Are you ready for my offer?”
“Wake him up,” I demanded, getting to my feet as Barnes grabbed me and pulled me against him.
“You for Loki. I let him go and you and I can have a nice little chat.”
I looked back at Mark and shook my head. It wasn’t safe. Not without Mark.
“No.”
“Fine. We aren’t waiting to process him. Take him into the alleyway. We’ll get it done there.”
“No!” I screamed, watching Loki’s horrified face.
“Then you accept my offer? I’ll even wake Mark when we’re finished with our little chat. I’ll even do you one better. I’ll pinkie promise. Those used to hold weight, didn’t they?”
Bucky held up his hand, his pinky finger outstretched.
“Do we have a deal?”
His scent was strong and it made me dizzy. I looked back at Mark once more before I followed suit, our fingers intertwining.
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“Mark,” I pleaded against the window as we drove away from Loki kneeling to prop Mark up. “Wake him up.”
“Not until we’ve finished our talk.”
I squirmed on his lap, not being allowed to have a seat to myself as the partition was closed. His scent invaded my senses and my heart rate rose, slamming into my chest as he leaned forward and locked the doors.
He lifted up my left hand, examining the engagement ring.
“He spared no expense, I see,” he remarked with a nod. “I’m sure your wedding ring will be at least double the size.”
I pulled my hand away and he laughed.
“Did I offend you?”
“I’m not marrying him,” I denied in a whisper. “No matter what you think.”
“You will,” Barnes insisted. “Steve always gets what he wants. You’ll be his mate. But you’ll carry my children.”
His hand slid over my belly possessively as his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.
“I know you found it. You can’t hide from me anymore than you can hide from Steve. You know the truth now, don’t you?”
“No,” I lied, trying to get out of his grasp as his mouth reached my mating gland.
“You’re a bad little liar,” Barnes scolded me, the tip of his tongue hot against my skin. “You thought she was supposed to be mine, didn’t you? Steve couldn’t handle the disappointment of another Alpha. While I was away, he made good on his promise to take what he wanted.”
“Why don’t you fight him for it?” I asked, trying to steady my breathing as his teeth grazed against me. “Fight to the death.”
“Chain of command. But that doesn’t mean you can’t be swollen with my babies while you carry his name. I’ll enjoy watching him process that. It’s one thing to be married. It’s another to see your mate give birth to someone else’s children. And just think how he’ll react to my scent on you?”
I did not have time to answer coherently, a gasp stumbling from my throat as he draw the skin up to his lips, sparks of pleasure snaking down my lower back and to my core.
“Do you know why he’s rushing your wedding?” Barnes hand slid between my thighs as he continued his slow assault on my neck, pausing to give his prediction. “He’s been tracking your heats.”
Warmth had flooded between my legs, a humming somewhere inside my brain that ignored all common sense, a throwback to my ancestors who relied on their primal instincts so heavily that I didn’t remember hearing when my stockings were ripped at the seam.
“He… can’t,” I breathed, trying to get Bucky’s scent out of my head.
His middle finger traced a line from my panty covered slit, applying pressure to the bundle of nerves that made my thighs shake and start to close.
“You keep them open,” Barnes ordered against my ear. “We’re not done talking.”
His finger rubbed deep circles as I bit down on my lip. Every movement felt like slow motion as I tried to struggle, only making it worse as the pleasure of his hand intensified.
“I could bite down,” he said darkly, his mouth warm and wet at my neck. “Claim you here and now.”
I involuntarily rocked against his hips as he drew the slick laden panties to the side.
“Please…I can’t…” I whispered, my eyes closed shut. My body was betraying me once more, inhaling his scent like a drug as his fingers glided down my folds. I distinctly felt him underneath me, hard as a rock as he placed my hand over his.
“Take me inside,” he ordered. “Use my fingers.”
I guided his hand as his lips brushed against my cheek, washing me in his pheromones. I pressed his thumb, ring and pinky finger down as the two that were left prodded at my slick entrance. Something stirred inside me. A deep ache that came in twinges as he waited.
“Guide them in.”
I bit down on my lip as I held his wrist, pushing his fingers inside me before I sucked in a breath, walls stretching to accommodate his fingers. My legs wobbled above him, the sensation of him inside me making my teeth clench.
“So tight,” Barnes said in a growl, his fingers curling inside me amid a whine that I was surprised that came from my mouth. “I’ll ruin you before he gets a chance. You were mine first.”
I kept my hand over his wrist as his fingers moved in and out in a slow rhythm as my head went slack against him, mouth parted open as I tried to breathe and fight against what I was feeling and what I knew was going to be trouble. But it felt good and I didn’t want it to stop, my chest rising and falling as he continued to scent me.
“This is your purpose, isn’t it?” he asked me in my haze.
I swallowed down my words as he upped the rhythm of his fingers, slick painted on my inner thighs as I squeaked in response.
“My scent is all over you and you’re full of my fingers. The future Mrs. Steven Grant Rogers coming apart on my lap. What a fucking sight.”
When I shattered, the world came apart, tears slipping down my cheeks as his fingers stilled inside me. I let out a sob once I’d realized what I’d done, covering my mouth as his fingers slipped from me slowly.
“A promise is a promise,” Barnes reminded me as we slowed to a stop, the partition opening as Mark stood in front of the vehicle, his expression furious as he opened the door. Barnes waved the device in front of him as a warning.
“I almost pity you. By the time you get back home, Steve will most likely be waiting for you. He'll be in for a surprise, won’t he?"
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That Night
Chp. 2
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I take back what I said last night. That insufferable, uncouth, disrespectful, brat has been nothing but a throne in my side and it’s only been three days! Three!
Mother has somehow made it her mission to include Mawu in every single activity I would do during the day. My schedule has been completely altered due to Mother’s meddling.
Now, the moon goddess is following behind me as I headed to my meeting with the generals of Asgard and my father. How delightful.
“I still don’t understand why I must attend as well. I have better things to do than be with you all day.” The beautiful woman spoke up and I rolled my eyes with a sigh.
“I am not happy about your attendance either. And I would recommend you to stay quiet while I speak with the generals and my father.” I say and I hear her bark out a laugh in disbelief.
“Excuse you, I will have you know that I have lead my own army against the evil monster Gaunab. When he killed half of the humans on Earth and force my moon to...to,” I turn to see her eyes glowing a purple color and she closed her eyes, sighing, as she forced herself to calm down.
“I’m not unfamiliar of speaking war games to another.” She says walking past me as I watched her stomp away, her dress swaying behind her. Today she wore a silver dress, that fit her too well. It fit her deliciously. It was already a difficulty to keep my eyes off of her and now that she was wearing this dress, it has become twice as difficult. Clicking my tongue I flicked my cape behind me and followed after her.
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Gold doors stood in our wake as we walked closer to the war room. Father had informed me that there was another war on the horizon from the Black Beserkers. It was urgent that we speak on our next move before it was too late.
Two guards stood in front of the doors, spears gripped tight in their grasps and their silver armor gleamed in the sun.
The two guards open the door and we walk in to see all of Asgard’s generals and my father and unfortunately my brother around the gold table that showed all of Asgard’s defense positions and small horses and men that were expertly placed on the maps.
Odin looks up and noticed Mawu and I, then waved his hand over to us both. I took my place by Father’s side while Mawu stood next to Thor who smiled in greeting to her. She nods in greeting with a smile of her own and turns her focus to the table.
Two hours of going back and forth with each general with my father and my brother about which idea was best. I sighed at the endless bickering and noticed that Mawu was looking at the maps before us very intently. Moving a step closer to the table, she moves two of the maps and grazed one finger through both of them.
“What if...” taking one more good look through the maps, Mawu looked up to see the men have their full attention on her.
“What if we used a surprise attack? Gorr is known for wanting one on one fights, yes?” Her question is towards Odin who nods. “I suggest we set him up to bait and then attack him then.” She says and the generals began muttering to one another while Thor turns to her.
“How do you know of Gorr? I have not heard of him going to Midgard.” Thor states. Mawu frowns and clenched her left hand in a fist.
“He had came to Earth almost two hundred years ago and had killed a -ahem- a God and my mother and I decided to investigate it. He took us by surprise, his black dogs took out half of our troops and nearly killed my mother and I. We we were only able to survive when my sister arrived and even with her army did we narrowly win.” Mawu sighs and I raised my eyebrows, quite impressed by her conquest.
Gorr was not an enemy to make light of. He too has been a constant that father constantly struggled to keep contain. I have had my own fights with the infamous God Butcher and he was not a being to be taken lightly.
“Even though we won, it was still a devastating loss to our people and not just our troops...we lost a lot of humans that days as well. Gorr is a monster.” Her eyebrows narrow in anger and turns to Odin with determination in her eyes.
“We must stop him.” She says and Odin pats her shoulder in reassurance.
“We will. And when we do,” he raised his staff to the others who straightened their backs.
“We will place his head on a pike. To show that Asgard shall not be triffled with ever again!” Thor and the other generals raised their weapons in praise and bellowed out a yell in agreement.
I turned my eyes back to Mawu who sighed heavily and left the war room as the others continued to strategize. Seeing as that I was no longer needed, I left as well and made my way towards the library. They can bicker and fuss some more but, I refuse to be apart of it.
As I paced to the library, to my left there was movement going into the gardens and I stopped to peek over a balcony to see the moon goddess walking through the varies pattern of different flowers.
I noticed that she was cradling something in her arms and the trip to the library seemed like a later task. The idea of wanting to know where that spiteful moon goddess is up to, peaked my interest.
Following the familiar path to the gardens, I saw the cloud of black curls and shimmering silver dress sitting under a large tree that was in the middle of the gardens. And it would seem that she wasn’t alone either.
Hiding behind a tree nearby, I shapshifted into a eagle and flapped into the tree above her. Turning my head I glanced down to see that my mother had joined the younger goddess. They both sat on the soft grass and spoke softly.
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Irawo jumps to a nearby flower and begins nibbling on the stem.
“I hope your stay here has been well, Mawu. I promised your mother that I would make sure you were as comfortable as possible.” Frigga says to the goddess.
“Oh yes, Lady Frigga, I am quite content. Although I am trying everything within my person not to strangle a certain God of Mischief.” Mawu sighs to the All Mother who chuckles.
“My son,” she smiles. “He has always been mischievous but, he is a good man. He wasn’t one for fighting like his brother, he became interested in reading and studying, learning magic perhaps far better and faster than any student I have had under my wing.” She smiles with pride.
“He is a remarkable young man, that I am proud to call my son.” Frigga finishes as Mawu noticed movement above them and the familiar gold patch that sat on their breastbone made Mawu’s left eye twitch in annoyance.
“As remarkable as he may be,” Mawu spots a rock by her foot and secretly picked it up.
“He’s still rude and the fact that he is constantly picking at me doesn’t help either.”
“I’m sure as the time passes you two will be on better terms. When it comes to new people, Loki tends to grow on you.” Frigga explains. She then placed a hand on Mawu’s shoulder and the moon goddess looks at the All Mother in question.
“Please be patient with him,” she begins as she smiles at her.
“He’s really not all that bad.” And with that Frigga stands to her feet and leaves the gardens with Mawu contemplating her words until she remembers a certain bird brain camping above her, no doubt listening to her and Frigga’s conversation.
Mawu stands to her feet as well and fixes her dress, making sure to keep the rock in her hand as inconspicuous as possible until she quickly turns to the tree and throws it to hit the eagle.
The eagle (Loki) screeches in surprise and falls off the branch it was perched on and land on the grass in front of her. Slowly, the eagle shifted back to Loki and Mawu huffed, going over to Irawo and picking him up. He groaned from the fall and rubbed his back.
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“The next time you easedrop, make sure that your jewelry is hidden better. You were too easy to detect.” She ‘hmphs’ and leaves the God of Mischief to groan in pain.
Later on that night
Mawu made her way to the dining hall around this time, she was just going to eat a bit and then take a couple of snacks back to her room for her and Irawo.
“Mother, you must find a way for her to leave. I cannot take this anymore.” Before she turned the corner where the dining hall was, Mawu pressed herself against the wall and listens. In her view she watched as Loki and Frigga came from another hall walking towards the dining hall.
“Oh, Loki, Mawu is completely harmless-”
“Harmless?! She’s insufferable! It’s bad enough I have to see her almost every hour of the day but, this is too far. Now, I have to deal with her whenever I go to different realms? That is too much of my comfort that you are taking advantage of.” He said to her. Frigga grabs his arm to stop him and Loki sighs as his mother moves to stand in front of him.
“Is it really so bad to have her in your presence?”
“Yes!” He says making Frigga give him a look.
“How about this,” she begins as she moved her son’s arm to allow hers to loop through and they continue walking towards the dining hall.
“If you spend at least three hours with her for the duration of her stay, I will speak to your father about your traveling privileges than just the four realms you are allowed to go to.” She negotiated while her son raised an eyebrow at her.
“You will speak to father? He won’t give me back my traveling privileges just because you asked him.” Loki rolls his eyes while Frigga smirks.
“But, I can my son. I am not the All Mother for nothing.” She pats her son’s arm lightly and Loki gives her small smile.
Seeing that the coast was clear, Mawu made her appearance from around the corner and crossed her arms. It’s not like she was here for her own free will she was just as stuck in this as he was.
“Ibajẹ ẹlẹgbẹ.” Mawu mutters as she paced to the dining hall. Pushing the doors open, the royal family noticed her appearance and Thor raised his goblet in greeting to her.
“Ah, The Great Lady Mawu has arrived!” Thor announces. She smiled at Thor. He was a very loud guy but, he was all around friendly. In the few times they have been together he has always asked her if She wanted to join him on his many conquests on different realms to fight the enemies or in some cases, ‘play with them’.
Mawu’s POV
In spite of being here for the next few weeks, Thor was probably the only thing that has really livened up the place and the fact that Loki didn’t bother me was a great feat as well.
“Hello Thor. Back from your many conquests I see.” I take a seat between him and Frigga.
“Yes, I have returned from the realm Nidavellir. Riding with the dwarves to hunt Biolsïdhs!” He went on to talk about his adventure as a servant placed a plate of food in front of me. I thanked them and took a bite into the bread and cheese.
The feeling of someone watching me made me avert my eyes up to see Loki’s green ones glaring at me. I rolled my eyes at him and turned my head to tune into Thor’s story. It would seem that throughout dinner, Loki’s eyes never left the side of my face and it sent chills down my spine.
Once dinner was over, I walked back to my quarters with a napkin full of carrots and some sweets inside. I was nearly at my room when I saw a familiar being leaned against the wall with their arms crossed. Sighing, I quickened my walk to my door until I felt a whooshing sound and I looked to my right to see Loki now leaned against the wall by my door.
“We are to spend three hours everyday until you leave.” He stated.
“Oh joy,” I reached out to open my door but, my wrist was quickly grabbed by the God before me. I looked at his hand on my wrist then back at Loki, like he had lost his mind.
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“Release me-”
“Two in a half more weeks,” he says as he looks in my eyes.
“Two. That is all the time that we have to just spend three hours together. We don’t have to be friends. We don’t have to be allies. As long as you stay out of my way, I’ll stay out of yours.” He says.
“Let. Me. Go.” I grit at him and snatch my wrist back opening my door and going inside just to slam it in his face before he had the chance to speak anymore.
“Fucking asshole...” I mutter and move over to my bed where Irawo was grooming himself. He hopped his way over to me and I placed the napkin of treats on the bed and gave him two carrots where he happily began to eat his treats.
Biting into the sweet bun I managed to snag from the feast earlier, I thought back to what Loki said. Spend three hours with him for the next couple of weeks?! I sighed in annoyance.
“I can’t believe this...just what is Frigga planning.” I muffled into the bun, then moaning because I realized how good it was.
“This is really good Irawo.” I say and the bunny begins munching on his second carrot.
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Unbeknownst to Mawu, Loki laid in his bed slightly fuming on the fact that he now has to deal with that woman much longer than he wanted to. Damn his mother’s meddling. Taking a bite from the carrot in his hand, he hmphed in annoyance.
That insufferable woman was going to be the death of him.
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Warnings: noncon sexual acts; tags to be added throughout series
This is dark!Bucky and dark! Loki and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Your father was a bookie and taught you everything you know about numbers. After his death, you were taken on as a bookkeeper for Loki Laufeyson, resident crime boss in Manhattan. But can you keep your place in the background when a man from Brooklyn threatens to drag you to the forefront?
Note: Chapter 12!? I didn’t think I could get through it but I did. God, these men are driving me mad.
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Your meeting ended. At last. Bucky’s hand kept straying to your knee and each time you scraped your chair away, he inched closer. You ignored him for the ledger but he didn’t relent until you had thoroughly reviewed every digit.
You stood and Bucky did too. Steve yawned as he pushed himself from the stiff armchair and adjusted the belt of his pants. You collected the ledger and your purse. You flitted to the door as the latter neared and whispered to Bucky. They laughed and you hurried through the open door.
“I’m sure Loki has a lot to figure out and we’ll be on our way back soon enough. It’s a long ride.” 
You went to the next door but were stopped by a hand on your arm. Bucky turned you to face him.
“Doesn’t sound like a fun ride, though,” He winked and you wriggled away from him. “I need a word with the boss before you head out.”
He reached past you and turned the handle. You almost tripped as you moved out of his way and he entered without pause. You spun and followed him, barely slipping between him and Steve as the henchman kept close behind. Loki’s voice died and he stood from his desk as he hung up his phone.
“Hello?” He greeted tersely.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Bucky tucked a hand in his pants pocket. “We just finished up and I didn’t want to waste any more of your time. I know you’ll be heading out soon and all that.”
“Hmm?” Loki lifted a brow dryly and straightened his jacket.
“Me and Steve are gonna stay and keep cleaning up around this place. My crew will be here tomorrow to start clearing out most of it.” Bucky pulled his hand from his pocket, a black rectangle in his hand. “I think it might be easier if you packed a bag… stayed in town tomorrow.”
Loki stared as Bucky offered one of the tiny black folders. Bucky shrugged and neared to tuck it in Loki’s front pocket before he patted it. He then turned to you and handed you the other.
“The rooms are all taken care of for the month,” He explained as you carefully opened the small black folder to reveal a key card. “I just figured it would save you time and gas. You’re no doubt antsy to be out of here as soon as you can.”
Loki sighed as his tongue poked his upper lip. He rubbed his long nose and glanced at you.
“I suppose you’re right,” He ceded. “Your hospitality is admirable… and appreciated.”
“Not at all,” Bucky gave a crooked grin. “We should really start working together, don’t you think? This place could be a goldmine with the two of us in charge.”
Loki squinted. “Certainly.”
“Well, don’t let me keep you any longer,” Bucky backed away to the door as Steve hovered on the other side of the frame. “I’d be all too happy to go back to the city…” He paused and peeked over at you. “And unwind.”
“Hmm,” Loki checked his watch. “Yes.”
Bucky tapped the door frame before he left. You let out a long breath and rested the ledger against your hip.
“How was the meeting?” Loki asked as their footsteps faded away.
“A meeting. You’re not going to like the numbers.” You warned.
“I’m not so worried about those,” Loki’s eyes lingered in the doorway. “Did he… do anything?”
“Nothing unusual. Boasting, mostly.” You replied.
“And you? What did you do?” He challenged.
“My job,” You hissed.
“Your job,” He mused as he strode closer. “Always so diligent. Well, let me tell you what your job will be tonight. You will have thirty minutes to pack for tomorrow’s return and then you will come to mine and help me pack.” He preened and smirked down at you. “And then we will ‘unwind’ as he so eloquently put it.”
You blinked as your cheek twitched. You nodded and turned away from him. You looked down at the little folder in your hand. You should be thankful that Bucky got you your own room but you suspected it was more for his good than yours. And a plastic card wouldn’t keep either of them away from you.
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Your night went as expected. Loki was angry and didn’t withhold his temper. The prospect of a new venture with Bucky embittered his already caustic demeanour. And the thought of a whole month in Atlantic City with the man barely helped. Either of you. 
You dreaded whatever ploy this was as you slumped in the car seat and Loki drove. The occasional grumble of displeasure wisped from his lips. Thor was to meet him at the casino later that day. Lopez would oversee the antique store as the rest of Loki’s business was overseen by a man called Heimdall who had flown overnight from London to do the older brother a favour.
You pulled up to the casino before noon and yawned. You grabbed your leather tote, the ledger stuffed inside, and followed Loki across the pavement. The doors were propped open and men in dusty jeans and canvas overalls passed in and out. The days work was already underway and you doubted it would be done before sundown.
You heard a familiar voice booming from inside. As you entered, you were stunned as the now bare windows lit the immense space of the foyer. You shield your eyes as a particular slat of sunshine made you teary. A figure approached from your left as Bucky ceased his demands and appeared before you and Loki.
“You made good time,” Bucky clapped Loki’s shoulder. “I hope you had a restful night.”
“Mmm,” Loki rolled his eyes and peered around. 
“Your contractor is around here somewhere,” Bucky looked at the men as they went about their work. “I think he was having a look at the east staircase.”
“Darby?” Loki uttered. “Well, he should be able to take care of himself well enough.”
“Better roll up those sleeves,” Bucky nudged him as he turned to stand beside him. He admired the storm around him. “We’re all hands on deck today… except you, sweetheart. We got you a nice little space upstairs where you won’t be disturbed.”
He looked around Loki and winked. Loki’s lips curled and he shook his head.
“I can help too,” You insisted. “No sense in sitting around while you all--”
“In those heels. In that dress,” Bucky scoffed. “These men don’t need a distraction.”
“Excuse me--”
“Anyways, there is one thing you need to do,” Bucky continued on as Loki’s hand strayed to your lower back and he stepped closer to you. “You’ll need a desk. There was one up there but uh, not very stable. We trashed it last night.”
“A desk?” You crossed your arms. “I can make do with a table. Or my lap.”
“Nah,” He waved away your protest then signaled across the foyer. “I’ll have Steve take you around. The office is all cleaned up for ya, just needs a lady’s touch so while you’re out, grab whatever else you need.”
“This is really not--”
“It’s almost noon,” Bucky announced as Steve approached. “More than enough time for you two.” He looked to his henchman and grinned. “You good to take her now?”
Steve dusted off his palms and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. His shirt sleeves were pushed halfway up his forearms and a tail had come untucked.
“Let me just find my jacket,” Steve winked at you. “I’ll take good care of her.”
“Take care of the desk,” Bucky jabbed Steve’s chest. “Oh, and don’t forget a chair. Can’t have her sitting on a stack of rubble.”
“Course, boss,” Steve smirked. “Think I can handle a shopping trip.”
“Think you can?” Bucky mocked as he turned back to Loki. “Right, we should go find this Darby guy.”
“In a moment,” Loki frowned. “I just need a word with my bookkeeper.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll cover the desk and the like,” Bucky assured as Loki began to usher you aside.
“It’s not a worry,” Loki sneered. “We do have other business.”
Loki grabbed your upper arm and your heels scuffed across the floor as he urged you away from the two men. His jaw ticked as he glanced out the double doors.
“I hope Thor arrives soon. Always late.” He muttered before he cleared his throat. “Darling, you behave.” He felt around and reached into his jacket. He flipped out his wallet and plucked a black card from its folds. “Spend what you must. I’ll not have this man acting benefactor.”
“Um, okay,” You took the card hesitantly. “Loki, I--”
“I am not stupid. I see what he is doing. Him and that drone of his,” Loki growled. “Keep your eye on that oaf.”
You covered the card with your hand and chewed your lip. It would’ve been funny to see Loki so perturbed in any other circumstance, but you suspected you were as much the butt of the joke as him.
👄
If you thought the car ride with Loki the day before was awkward, the one with Steve was grueling and suffocating. You sat in the passenger seat of the flashy sports car and picked at the leather along the door handle. His hand rested on the stick even when he wasn’t changing gears, his fingers tapped on the bulbous head as you felt him peeking at you in the rear view.
“You know,” He finally broke the silence which had thickened after he asked where he was going and you shrugged. “Every time I see you, I just can’t help but think of that day.”
You crossed your arms and went rigid in the seat. You bit the inside of your lip and glared out the window without a word.
“I’m sure you’re wondering which one? The club or the shop?” Steve taunted. “And I really can’t decide if I prefer your ass or your mouth.”
“Would you shut up?” You spat as you finally looked at him.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t ignore this tension between us.”
“Oh, do you mean the sheer hatred or the pure revulsion?” You challenged.
“Don’t act all innocent, honey,” He pushed his shoulders back as he steered with one arm and his other hand gripped the stick. “We both know what-- who you did.”
“The worst thing about you men is you don’t seem to understand the concept of silence,” You hissed. “Or many things, to be fair.”
He pulled into a lot and snarled. He pulled into a spot and the car jolted to a stop. He put the car in park and looked at you.
“Actually, I can think of several ways to keep you quiet,” He snickered. “One I already know to be effective.”
Your nostrils flared and you glanced past him to the plaza. You swallowed and reached for your door handle. He hit the locks and the door clicked loudly. You fell back against your seat and crossed your arms.
“Steve,” You huffed. “We’re here to find a desk.”
“We got time.”
“No,” You pressed yourself to the door and avoided looking at him. “Just let me out.”
He killed the engine and the keys jangled loudly before they were muffled behind fabric. His large hand stretched over your thigh and he rubbed you through your skirt. You drew away and crossed your leg over the other. 
His fingers crept up to the waist of your skirt and he picked at it cloyingly. He leaned across the middle of the car and his warm breath singed your cheek.
“Well, come on then,” The doors unlocked loudly. “Let’s go find that desk.”
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The furniture store was almost maze-like. The imported furniture was set out in winding pathways and arranged in carefully plotted scenes. Each piece was unique and every single one was expensive. Steve followed closely as you strolled along, pausing to look closer at a mother of pearl vase or a novelty pen cup.
The selection had yet to intrigue you. It didn’t matter anyway. You didn’t really care what your desk looked like. When all was said and done, you’d be back in New York at the tiny one nestled in the back of The Attic. 
You stopped before a display with a zebra print rug rolled out beneath a marbled black desk. The golden legs spiraled up to support the thick top and an array of paperweights and stationary was laid out across it.
You hated it but you didn’t mind the chair behind it. The dark suede looked comfortable; a lush purple cushiony hug. You stepped closer and picked up the golden pen propped up in an empty inkwell. You twirled it and tilted your head at the bookshelves on either side of the display. Those would actually be useful.
As you set the pen back, you sensed something behind you. Steve’s hands brushed along your waist as he pressed himself against you. He gripped your shoulders and inhaled the scent of your hair.
“This would be nice,” He remarked. “Sturdy.”
He reached down with one hand and touched the desktop.
“Just bend you over a little,” He pushed on your shoulder and you caught yourself against the desk. Your arms trembled as he tried to force you down. He rubbed his crotch against you. “Or maybe you could crawl underneath and--”
“Steve, what the fuck?” You struggled against him. “Someone will see.”
“So,” His hand left the desk and ran over your stomach. “Not our problem.”
“Stop,” You caught his hand before he reached your chest. “I mean it. I doubt Bucky--” You turned with effort and shoved him away. He barely flinched. “Sent you to fondle me.”
“You don’t think so?” He grinned.
“What the fuck does that mean?” You felt behind you and grabbed the pen from the inkwell, tipping the little golden cube over.
“It means I can do whatever I want and the boss will pat me on the back,” He stepped closer.
“You do,” You brought the pen around and pointed the sharp nib at his throat. “And I’ll make sure you never touch anyone again.”
He blinked then tilted his head. His eyes drifted down to the pen and he chuckled. He raised his hands and backed away.
“You’re cute,” He said as he tucked his hands in his pockets. “Come on, let’s find you a fucking desk.”
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imagine-loki · 4 years
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(Sorry, but Frigga’s a mean mama in this one.)
Imagine Loki wanting to bring you to Asgard to tell his family the two of you are engaged. He knows how much it bothered them that he refused to participate in an arranged marriage, and he knows they’ll likely chafe at the thought of him marrying a mortal.
Still, he loves you too much to care.
It crosses your mind that even Thor seemed disappointed when Loki told him the two of you were seeing each other. As if he was trying to be happy for you and Loki, but just couldn’t bring himself to feel that way.
Odin and Frigga probably won’t like you, either.
When you arrive, you’re greeted by disapproving expressions. But Frigga at least pretends to be polite to you. Odin, however, only glares.
As you’re each shown to your respective chambers, you’re sternly reminded not to be in each other’s room.
“Oh, I promise, you have nothing to worry about. We certainly haven’t had—... Um, I mean... Thank you. Thank you, your Majesty.” You’re not sure why Frigga is giving you such a mean look. Maybe she misunderstood you, and thinks you’re implying that her son isn’t good enough for you.
“Do try to be on time for meals, and especially the... banquet. It is in your honor, after all.” She still doesn’t seem too thrilled at you being Loki’s bride.
You unpack, and meet back up with Loki. In a somewhat-private section of the courtyard, of course, so nobody gets the wrong idea.
“They hate me, Loki. They hate me already. I just know it!”
Loki holds you and assures you that you haven’t done anything wrong; they just have to get to know you.
Supper goes well, but you still feel a bit judged. As if they’re scrutinizing everything about you: your upbringing. Your table manners. Even your dress... even though Frigga picked it out.
The next day, the Allmother finds you and Loki chatting in the gardens and says she needs to “borrow” you. She leads you inside by a death-grip on your arm. Once you’re in an empty corridor, she states her business.
She wants you to break off your engagement to Loki.
You’re shocked. Do they really disapprove this strongly? Why would they hate you so much?
“But... I...” Your words falter.
Frigga glowers, her grip tightening as she drags you further through the hallway.
You start to lose feeling in your hand. What happened? You had such high hopes for this visit.
A door is shoved open with more force than you had expected from Frigga. She leads you into the throne room, where a displeased Odin is sitting.
Clearly expecting all of this.
Frigga finally lets go of your arm and trudges to her own designated place in the room.
“As you should already know, young lady, there is a banquet tomorrow night to celebrate your betrothal to Loki.” Nothing about Odin’s tone or expression so much as hints at any kind of mercy or acceptance. “You have until then to call this off and end your courtship with him.”
Your heart feels like it has dropped straight into your toes. You want to believe Loki is somehow on his way to rush in and defend you. He’ll declare that no one will break you up and that he still wants to marry you if it’s the last thing he does.
But he has no idea what’s happening. You’re all alone and frightened.
“Wh-What if...? What if I...?”
“Don’t stammer, child,” Frigga snaps.
“If you refuse?” Odin is just a bit too calm as he speaks. “Are you familiar with the bilgesnipe?”
You gulp, but nod with wide eyes, remembering when Loki told you about how terrified he was as a small child that a bilgesnipe was hiding in his closet.
“There is a place merely kilometers from here where some of the largest, most ravenous bilgesnipe often gather.”
You don’t like where this conversation is going at all.
“If by the end of tomorrow, you and Loki are still seeing each other, and especially if the two of you still plan to marry, you - o, weak, mortal girl - will be exiled to that habitat, to be devoured by the bilgesnipe.”
Your jaw falls open slightly. Fed to bilgesnipe? All because Loki chose love over tradition? You had no idea Asgard was so... so brutal!
“In the unlikely event that even a shard of your bones is left behind, Loki will be allowed that one memento. Perhaps then he will learn.”
The taste of acid fills your mouth. Tears form in your eyes. Still, you do your best to be brave.
“Then... Then you, you can f-feed me to the b—”
You flinch as the door is thrown open again. You instinctively drop to the floor and shield the back of your head with your hands, mentally preparing for anything.
In your panic, you miss the flash of green light beside you.
A strong, familiar pair of arms wraps around you in a soothing embrace.
“My love...”
You recognize your rescuer’s voice. How did he know?
Loki helps you back into a standing position, still holding you close. Still protecting you. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”
“Th-The... the bilgesnipe...”
He looks up to glare at Odin. “Bilgesnipe? Clearly, I’m not the monster. I bring not just any guest, but my bride - the woman who will be the new princess of Asgard - and you can’t find it in your heart to be polite? At all? Instead, you choose to mistreat her? Belittle her? Manipulate her? Threaten her?!”
You peek up at Loki’s face, only to wish you hadn’t. The look of pure wrath makes you shrink further against his chest.
He tells them off once more, then calmly states that the two of you will be leaving as soon as you’re packed. “And, if I may be blunt, I have no plans to return to Asgard, let alone bring her anywhere near this place, ever again.”
Once you’re back on Earth, you ask Loki if he’s alright. After all, he vowed never to return to the place he grew up with barely even a goodbye to his parents.
“(Name), darling, I have no use for anyone who refuses to respect you, regardless of who they are.”
Your eyes water at his words, but at least this time you’re not crying out of fear.
“Now, my dear... I don’t believe we have officially chosen a wedding date. Or a venue, for that matter.”
“And the palace isn’t exactly an option.”
Loki hums in thought, eyeing you intently.
“What?”
“What do you think of your dress?”
You look down, realizing that in your hurry to leave Asgard, neither of you changed your clothes. “Um... I wouldn’t have picked it out for myself, but it’s pretty, I guess. Why? What does that have to do with any—?”
“I have an idea, (Name), and I need you to listen very carefully before you answer. We could get married.”
You’re stunned. “What? Today??!”
“Today,” Loki chuckles. He gingerly brushes his fingertips across the top of your shoulder, and you glance down as your Asgardian ballgown morphs into the beautiful dress you fell in love with last month when you passed a bridal shop window.
“But... Today? How would... we...?” Your question dissipates when you see the suit he’s now wearing. (Coherence? What’s that?)
“I understand there’s someone named Justice who can help us out.”
“Justice...?” You think. “Loki, do you mean the Justice of the Peace?”
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kyber-crystal · 4 years
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Back to the Future
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: ~1.9k
Warnings: none except fluff and my bad writing bc this is kinda old, btw this is an AU 2017 timeline shhh steve is 33/99 in this hehe
Summary: In which you give Steve the best birthday present possible, with the help of a few genius Avengers and time travel. 
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"Hey! It's one of my favorite kickass superheroes!"
"My favorite Baskin Robbins employee!"
Scott squeezed you into one of his signature tight bear hugs. "Hi! It's been a while."
"Two months is pretty long, yeah," you nodded in agreement. "Where's Cassie?"
"She wanted to come, but had to go to a friend's birthday party," he explained. "I can bring her here next time she's free, though."
"Sounds good."
"So, what'd Tony call me over for again?"
You quickly looked around the lounge before lowering your voice to a whisper. "Steve's birthday is today and we wanted to plan a special surprise for him."
"Ooh, surprises? I love surprises!" he said as you sat down at the kitchen counter together, taking a bite out of a chocolate chip cookie. "I'm listening."
"So..." you rested your chin on your hand as you spoke, "we're going to bring his mother back from the 40's..."
"That's amazing! So everyone else is in on this, right?"
"Yeah. I'm having Sam keep Cap out of the compound for at least another hour by making them take a run throughout all of Central Park. We should probably head out now. You got the van, right? And Luis?"
"Yeah, he's waiting outside by the curb. I'll let him know."
"Okay. Meet us in the hangar bay."
Sliding your army green parka, you grabbed your purse and took the elevator down to the giant hangar bay, where the rest of the team had all gathered. Tony was fiddling with the controls panel as Natasha opened the gates, allowing Luis and Scott to park the van inside.
"Aye, wassup, Y/N?" Luis stepped out of the vehicle as Scott prepped it for the time travel, giving you a high-five. "So I hear you're planning a surprise for your boyfriend?"
"Steve's not my boyfriend," you shook your head.
"Yeah? Then what's with all those lingering gazes?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you don't."
"When are they getting back?" Wanda asked you.
"We have about..." you tapped your watch a few times, "...exactly 52 minutes from now."
"I feel kinda bad," Peter admitted, "I mean, as soon as Cap wakes up we kick him out of the compound to go running and we're acting like we all forgot what today is."
"Don't worry, kiddo, this'll make up for it," Tony reassured him, clasping his shoulder. "I'm sure of it."
"Alright, so here's the plan," you clasped your hands together, "two of you will be sent back to 1935, a year before Sarah Rogers passed away. You'll explain the situation when you arrive and while that's happening, the rest of us will start setting up the party in the lounge. When you're ready, press the buttons on your suits and come back. Capiche?"
"Capiche," everyone replied in unison.
"Great. Who's willing to volunteer?"
"Clint and I can go," Bucky offered, glancing over at the archer for confirmation, and he nodded in response. "I know my way around there very well."
"Alright. Everyone else, you know what to do. Let's get to work."
Both of them being over six feet tall just like Steve himself, and having speedy and nimble limbs, Thor and Loki had the giant banner reading HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAP!, the streamers, and balloons up and ready within 15 minutes. Wanda helped you, Natasha, and Peter started laying out all the food on the counter, while Tony, Rhodey, Vision, and Bruce organized the gifts and got the cards ready for you all to sign.
By the time everyone was finished doing their respective jobs, you had roughly twenty minutes before the two men were scheduled to return from their mid-morning run. The elevator doors slid open to reveal Luis and Scott standing there with Clint, Bucky, and a golden-haired woman who had the same piercing eyes as your Steve.
"Hi," she greeted, "I've heard from these two gentlemen here that you are the Avengers. How is Steve doing?"
"He's on a run with Sam," you replied. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Rogers. I'm Y/N."
"You're even lovelier than James described," she smiled warmly, shaking your hand. "And please, call me Sarah."
"I'm really not," you grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck, "But thank you. I can see where he gets his kindness from."
"Oh, you're too sweet. By the way, how old is he turning today? I've lost track of time. I guess that's what age does to you, huh?"
"Well, aside from being frozen and all...33," you returned her smile upon seeing her amazed look, "Yeah, I know. I can't believe it either, even though I'm not much younger than he is."
"My boy really has grown up, hasn't he...Does he treat you well, Miss Y/N?"
"Of course!" you laughed as you set the cake on the dining table. "He's a great leader, and teammate." "I've always pushed him to try and find a lady since he entered high school. From what I’ve learned, you seem like the right one for him," she commented.
"Me? No," you brushed the thought off, "We're just friends."
"I may not have known you for very long, but I saw that little twinkle in your eyes ladies only get when they show interest in someone. And Steve, he's very lucky to have you, you know."
"Mrs—Sarah! We aren't—"
"See, even she agrees!" Bucky pointed over at her. "We've all been trying to push them together from the moment they first joined the Avengers."
"When is he getting back?"
"A little under 15, ma'am," Natasha responded. "That should be enough time for the finishing touches."
It was all chaotic from there; with everyone rushing around and making last-minute changes such as how everything was arranged and all. As soon as you got the text from Sam that they were on their way up, you looked up and immediately told the others, as Tony ordered them all to get in position.
"FRIDAY, turn the lights off," he commanded.
"Yes, sir."
The lights dimmed and turned off, and you, Natasha, and Wanda crouched behind the kitchen counter together, as the others hid behind the dining table or simply stood there when there was no more room left, and Peter curled himself into a small ball underneath. Sarah was standing around the corner, behind the pantry.
"Yes, that would be perfect."
"Hello?" Steve called out as he stepped out of the elevator with Sam by his side, looking around all confused. "Tony? Y/N? Nat? Where is everyone?"
"Don't know, man," Sam feigned cluelessness, "Maybe they went out or something."
You felt a pang in your chest upon peeking over slightly and seeing the hurt look briefly flash across his features. Locking eyes with Tony across the kitchen, you gave him a nod that signaled it's go time.
The lights flickered on and everyone jumped out from their hiding spots. "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STEVE!"
It took Steve a moment to register what was going on before he reacted, mouth dropping open slightly as he took in the scene before him. "You guys did this all...for me? When? How? And why?"
"Because we wanted to make this year extra special for you, Captain," Peter stated with a wide grin, spreading his arms out. "You deserve it. Happy uh...9..33rd!"
"Oh, wait! Before we get to the cake and all, there's one more thing!" Your face brightened as you spoke. "Sarah? You can come out now."
"Sarah what...Who are you talking about?" His brows furrowed together in confusion. "What are you..."
"Hi, Steve," she stepped around the corner, approaching her son. "Happy birthday."
"Ma?" A look of shock and disbelief appeared on his face, eyes widening slightly. "Are you...is this real?"
"Yes, dear, I'm real," Sarah reassured him. "I'm sorry for missing out on so much...I wish I'd been there to see you grow up to become this man you are now. James made sure to catch me up on all that's happened this century."
Tears began watering in his eyes and he was rendered speechless. "I..."
"Hey hey hey, don't cry, sweetheart," she laughed as she wrapped her arms around his broad frame, patting his back as his body began to tremble slightly from his sobs. "It's okay, I'm here."
"Aw, I'm getting all emotional now," Luis sniffed. "This is too much sentiment for me, man."
Steve pulled away a few moments later, laughing as he wiped away the remaining tears from his face. "I can't believe this."
"It was Y/N's idea!" Peter exclaimed. "You have her to thank, not us. You can thank Wanda and I for the cake, though! But this, was all her idea."
He immediately pulled you into his arms, rocking you from side to side and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"You're the best," he mumbled, burying his face into the crook of your neck, as your arms circled around his torso. "I can't thank you enough. How am I supposed to payback for this?"
"It's fine, there's no need to thank me," you chuckled. "As long as I get to see you happy, that's enough as it is."
...
Sarah agreed to stay for the week so she could make up for lost time with Steve before returning back to her normal timeline. After eating Wanda and Vision's delicious feast of Salisbury steak and potatoes, you got ready for cake and presents, sitting around on the couches in the living room together.
"So, from what James has told me here," Sarah spoke up, "Steve has seemed to taken a liking to someone not long after joining the so-called initiative? He talks about you nonstop when you depart for missions without him, Y/N, and you do as well."
All heads immediately whipped over to face you.
"Oh, ha ha, that..." you chuckled nervously, feeling your face heat up. It didn't help that Steve was sitting right next to you, and could probably see how red your cheeks were. "We're just friends, nothing more. Neither one of us has feelings for the other."
"LIES! LIES!" Pietro shouted. "That's a lie!"
"I'm not gonna deny that, because why lie when the answer's already been made obvious?" Steve shrugged. Everyone's jaws dropped at his statement.
"Okay, the ice cream cake's gonna melt if we keep sitting here and watching the lovebirds," Tony cleared his throat and began lighting up the candles one by one. "Let's do this."
After a quick chorus of 'Happy Birthday' (which was surprisingly good to the point that Wanda videotaped it since she claimed you sounded like a church choir) you were on to cutting the cake.
"I just wanted to ask something really quick. I know it's your birthday and all, but...where's the engagement ring, Cap?" Peter questioned, a mischievous grin on his face. "Are you gonna pop the question?"
"There's an engagement ring?"
"No, Ma, he's joking," Steve chuckled, though his face was now a deep shade of scarlet. "We haven't taken that step yet."
"Yet?" You looked over at him, confused. "So we're dating now, huh? Didn't know that."
"I guess we are," he smiled, holding your gaze for a second longer than normal.
"Well then," Sarah beamed, "you have my approval. I wish you the best of luck in your relationship."
"Hahaha, we will never let you fair Midgardians live this moment down!" Thor boomed, voice muffled by the piece of cake stuffed in his mouth.
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In her eyes he is Magic (Request)
Note: Pure fluff :D
Words: 1900
Prompts: Hi! Sorry to bother, but if ur still taking requests: can I get a loki x reader fic where the reader is babysitting a friends 3 yr old who absolutely loved loki right off the bat. If ur not taking requests, then I just hope you have a lovely day!--alpharra
Requested by: @alpharra
“Her name is Alisha, she’s three. I babysit her for my friend who doesn’t like daycares.” (Y/N) explained to Loki. He nods as they walk up towards the home.
“Do you think it’s safe for her to be around me?” Loki questioned softly to (Y/N). She grins and waves her hand.
“She’ll love you. Besides, I’ve talked to her about you. She’s excited to meet my mysterious boyfriend.” She chuckles, making Loki’s face flush slightly. “Trust me, it’ll be okay.” She assured before opening the door.
“Alright, but if she starts crying, I’m going home.” He comments with a grim expression.
“Hey!” She called, ignoring Loki who huffs quietly to himself. “I’m finally here!” She grins.
“(Y/N)!” A voice called, a young woman stepped out from the kitchen. “It’s so good to see you--Oh! You brought Loki finally.” She grins to him as he offers a nervous smile in return.
“Hey Nancy, where’s Alisha?” She asked, glancing around the living room.
“She’s upstairs in her room, taking a nap. She should be waking up soon.” Nancy explains, clapping her hands together. “Okay, I should be home around eight. You know everything so I don’t need to tell you what to do for my little star.” She grins.
“But of course, she’s in capable hands. I’ll see you later. Have a good day, Nance.” (Y/N) waved as Nancy went out of the front door. “Okay, so I’m going to go see if the little munchkin is awake. Come on,” She drags him along and up the steps.
“I’m serious about what I said. One scream from her and I’m going home.” He points a finger at her, causing (Y/N) to roll her eyes fondly.
“Alright, alright.” She assures before opening the door to Alisha’s room. “Alisha?” She asked, peeking inside just in time to see the three-year old’s eyes flutter open.
“(Y/N)!” She practically squeals before thumping off the bed and rushing over to (Y/N) who laughs and scoops her up into her arms.
“How is my favorite little Lady today?” (Y/N) grins softly at the excited look at the three-year-old’s face.
“Good!” She giggles before looking behind (Y/N) when she noticed a shadow. “Who’s that?” She asked, tilting her head.
“Oh! Alisha, this is my boyfriend Loki.” She turns to face Loki who offers her a timid smile.
Children usually avoided him if they could do this was more than a little terrifying. The last time he met a kid was Jane and Thor’s who wouldn’t stop crying until Loki left the room.
Just when he thought she’d freak out, she practically jumped out of (Y/N)’s arms and into his. He gasps as he caught her before right her in his arms. He finally took notice of the sparkle in her eyes as he swallows before looking to (Y/N) who was outright grinning.
“You’re pretty.” Alisha’s voice made him snap back down to her chubby little face.
“I’m sorry?” He questioned, making her giggle.
“You’re pretty!” She exclaims before throwing her arms around him as she hugged him.
“I’m--That’s a first. Um, you are very beautiful yourself.” He complimented when she giggles shyly and hides her face into his chest.
“Sounds like I have competition.” (Y/N) smirks as Loki’s face flushes at her. She covered her mouth, laughing when Loki sputtered slightly before she turned him around and let him go down the steps first. “You hungry?” She asked Alisha who nods.
“Mr. Loki! Come look at my toys!” She squeals, jumping down once they were downstairs. She snags his hand and rushes off towards the playroom as (Y/N) smiles warmly at the sight.
Loki looked back to (Y/N) who waves before going towards the kitchen to make some dinner for Alisha and Loki both. She silently thanked herself that Alisha liked Loki. She was terrified that the young girl was gonna take one look at him and not like him.
After about ten minutes of making some spaghetti, she walked back towards the playroom to see what Loki and Alisha were up to. She glanced inside before covering her mouth at the sight of this tall man squatting uncomfortably in one of Alisha’s purple playhouse chairs.
He had on a crown while she handed him imaginary tea in a tiny cup and plate. She was jabbering on about things that not even (Y/N) could make out, but Loki answered nonetheless like it was nothing. He was smiling, looking happier than (Y/N) has seen him in ages.  
“(Y/N)!” Alisha exclaims, bringing her back to reality as she looked up to them both. “Tea?” She asked, offering out a small teapot that would be spilling actual tea if there was any in there.
“Sure, I have dinner ready.” She walked over, thanking Alisha for the tea.
“Alisha has informed me that she would like to be a knight after dinner. She wants you to be the damsel in distress, while I play the villain.” Loki exclaims as (Y/N) grins.
“Oh, is that so? Well, it looks like I have a beautiful hero to save me! Aren’t I lucky?” She tickles under Alisha’s chin, causing her to giggle loudly.
Suddenly Alisha’s belly growled as Loki blinked for a moment.
“Is there a beast inside your belly?” He asked, picking her up as she giggles loudly, making (Y/N) cover her mouth to muffle her laughter.
After dinner, (Y/N), Loki, and Alisha ran around the house playing all sorts of fantasy for Alisha. One time when Loki was the princess he turned himself into a woman and shocked Alisha. Just when he thought he made a mistake, she suddenly wanted to braid his hair and everything was okay.
“Yeah, Alisha is doing great. She loves him.” (Y/N) explains to Nancy over the phone before walking towards the living room. “I know, I’m so glad too. I was a little nervous.” She laughs softly. “But then again, I shouldn’t have been. Alisha is such a happy girl. She loves everyone.” She comments.
“Yeah, gets that from me.” Nancy chuckles. “Although, I am glad. I knew she wouldn’t but I’m sure he felt she wouldn’t. I’m so glad she has you and now him. I hated all those other nannies from before. I’m just thankful that I found you when I did.” She explains.
“Me too. Well, I better go check on them. They’re both quiet. I’ll see you in when you get here.” She smiles before hanging up the phone and peeking into the living room.
Her eyes widened gently at the sight before a warm smile bloomed across her features. There draped across the couch was a sleeping Loki and draped across his chest was a sleeping Alisha. He had a small afghani spread across her, it barely went to his knees.
She held up her phone and snapped a few photos to keep for later. She loved how much Alisha and Loki got along, and Alisha loved him from the moment she saw him.
(Y/N) snags the remote before shutting off Franklin from the TV as she started to clean up everything. It was nice and quiet which made her feel at peace, knowing that Loki was there to protect Alisha. She made it to the playroom before putting away the tea set, the plastic arm, and the foam swords.
Once she was finished, (Y/N) returned to the living room before shaking Loki slightly as his eyes fluttered open. She grins at his tired look before she leaned forward and kissed his forehead gently.
“Sorry to wake you, but Nancy is on her way home. I thought I could take Alisha back up to her room so she could stay asleep.” She explains when Loki’s arms wrapped around her.
“Don’t worry. I have her.” He assured before standing up slowly, careful not to jolt the sleeping child away.
“You’d make a great dad.” (Y/N) blurted out as Loki’s eyes widened before he looked at her. “I mean--I’m just saying. I just noticed that you are good with her and--I just… I am digging myself a hole here. Tell me to shut up.” She practically whined out.
“Do--Do you believe that? Truly?” He asked quietly, looking vulnerable as she nods immediately.
“Of course I do. I always believe in you.” She assured.
“Right, I’ll be back.” He whispered before going up the steps to lay down Alisha as (Y/N) bit her lip.
She did something stupid, didn’t she? She made a bad choice and now he’s gonna come down here and flip out.
Suddenly hands were cupping her face and lips were brushing against her own. Her eyes widened before she realized it was Loki who was kissing her. She immediately kissed him back before pulling away to look at him.
“What--What is this for?” She asked, placing her hand onto his mouth to stop him from kissing her again.
“I want children. I’ve always wanted children. No one ever thought I’d be good, or believed I could do it, but you do… Alisha is so bright and she reminded me that I do want children. I’ve always shied away from it, because… children generally don’t like me. I can’t do anything to change that, but she didn’t care. When I transformed into a Jotun to be the villain… She loved my eyes and the color of my skin… She accepted me, just like you do. And I hope to every God that shall listen that our children are as amazing as you.” He whispered as (Y/N) blinked back the tears that had blurred her vision.
“Loki, I’m sorry I never told you before. I thought you just didn’t want to be a dad. I should have talked to you. It was so cute seeing you with Alisha. She loves people, but she still shies away from people, but not you. She loved you the moment she laid eyes on you.” She giggles, choking slightly at the tightness in her throat.
Suddenly Loki pulled her into a hug.
“(Y/N), I want to try for children.” He whispered as (Y/N) choked out a small laugh.
“Okay, we’ll try for kids.” She promised before kissing him once more.
About twenty minutes later, Nancy finally returned home. She saw Loki and (Y/N) all ready to leave.
“Thank you both, I’ll give you double since he was here.” She explains as Loki shook his head.
“Not necessary. I enjoyed the time I spent with your daughter.” He smiles.
“From what I’ve been told, it sounds like she enjoyed it too. I’m glad. She’s iffier around gentlemen due to not having a father figure in her life, but that doesn’t stop her from trying her best.” Nancy explains. “Alright, you two have a wonderful night.” She waved as (Y/N) led them to the car.
“Oh, we will.” He whispered into (Y/N)’s ear as she snorts and pushes him away.
“You’re right, I’m taking a nice hot bath when I get home.” She flashes him a grin as Loki stuck his tongue at her.
The two shared another laugh before getting into the car and driving home.
(Y/N) glanced at Loki who was smiling as he watched out the window. It was a wonderful night indeed. 
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Warnings; eventual smut, fluff, minor angst, minor virginal terror, arranged marriage, age gap, size kink, sub/dom themes, Sansa is 18 in this. - this is for the fic overall. Pairing; Sansa Stark x Thor Mjölnir Word Count; 4,526 Next Update; Oct. 25th, 2020 A.N; i lied. I can’t wait that long to post - I’m WEAK. so here have this. If you’d like to be apart of my taglist for this fic please let me know! :) ( p.s there are two chapters left ) << previous chapter - next chapter >>
ONE
Sansa dreaded the day it came, two weeks of stitching nonstop. There had been a time when she'd thought herself to never tire of her needle work, it kept her constant mind racing but now it'd set her forward on journey as a woman. She'd even given a piece for Arya to work on; it seemed like she was actually trying even if she wasn't too thrilled about the prospect of her sister leaving. Her wedding dress was finished almost at the last minute, they were due to arrive at some point during the day. 
Her mother fussed over her hair and Sansa felt as if she might lose her breakfast – the meager buttered toast and warm tea. Taking a few calming breaths she watched as her mother let her tamed waves flow over her back while parts of her hair were designed in the Northern fashion. Her dress was black and grey, lined with soft wool to keep her warm. Her corset was decorated with fur and leather, and a belt at her waist kept everything snug and in place. 
Draping her cloak over her shoulders as her mother dabbed a bit of rose tinted balm to her lips, “Is this necessary?” 
Her mother tsk'd, “of course it is, your lips are a bit dry, make sure you drink more water. Adding some color into your face wouldn't go amiss either.” she pinked her cheeks making Sansa cry out in shock and indignation. “What was that for?!” Catelynn looked at her daughter then gave a quirk of her lips,”I remember the day I met your father, it was the day I met his brother.” Sansa snorted indelicately as her mother continued, “I was nervous, and angry when I couldn't marry Brandon. Things changed though, you'll see it's different once they're yours.” she explained to her with a sigh, “he'll be good to you, I knew his mother – she is very kind and it's often been told that he takes after her.” Sansa had been told much the same, but it didn't ease her nerves. Not one bit, there were other rumors about him and his ferocity on the battlefield. He was close to her father's age, or somewhere in there she'd been told. He had fought in the rebellion beside his own father for the murder of her Uncle and Grandfather. The sound of horns forced her eyes to jolt to the nearby window, pulling her from her rampant thoughts. The House Mjölnir flag was flying high over the hill signaling their arrival. Sansa choked on her breath then closed her eyes tightly, she wasn't ready – she couldn't do this. “Breathe, you're going to be alright. You're not the first bride to be nervous to meet her betrothed, you won't be the last.” Her mother stroked her cheek affectionately, “when you have daughters some day -” “I won't marry them off, I'll let them choose.” Sansa declared soberly, this fear was not something she ever wanted her children to feel. Class aside – she wanted them to feel comfortable, safe and have a level of knowledge about their intended. This.. this wasn't right, used for the betterment of her house. She refused to allow her daughters to feel such a deep rooted fear, a fear they couldn't escape if their worst imaginations came true. Her mother's eyes bore into her for a moment before she smoothed her skirts.  “Come, we won't keep them waiting.” the conversation was over, and  she didn't feel sorry. She'd stopped feeling sorry for expressing herself a long time ago. When she knew her life wasn't in her hands regardless of what she said. There was nothing further that could be taken from her if she continued to use them to benefit her. She'd never be a silent wife, a participant in the chains that had kept women silent for far too long while men tended to the important things. When her shoes were laced tightly, she swept from the room making her way to the courtyard. ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆ Standing beside her father, normally this was Robb's position but this guest was here for her, not anyone else. There had been minor protest from her brother, she couldn't help but snort - he'd be meeting his betrothed in the next few months in White Harbor. Then, she wouldn't see him till his wedding, given she wasn't expecting at the time - she hoped she wasn't. The Mjölnir sigil was an intricately designed hammer, covered in runes with a bolt of lightning weaved around it; she'd find it beautiful if for the fact that it was intimidating. The direwolf had been her family sigil, and it always would be even if the realm didn't consider her a Stark any longer.  The carriage stopped, in it held Lord Mjölnir and his wife, riding on horseback behind them were their sons. Thor and Loki - she'd never seen either of them before in her life but she didn't dare look longer than she had to.  Poise and grace.  She wore a faux shield of confidence, one she'd been taught by her Septa.  Her father was the first to speak, "Lord Mjölnir, we're happy to welcome you to our home. " his tone was even and kind - she didn't know how he did it. They shook hands and hugged, just like he did with everyone. The men who had been by his side as he fought in the rebellion of the mad king.  "We're happy to be here, Lord Stark. It is only fitting it's to join our families - is it not?" The man chuckled roughly, he was definitely older. She was surprised he still seemed to be so spry and lively, but when his eyes moved to her she felt her heart rate quicken. "This must be her then, she's lovely." he smiled kindly then took her hand in his hand. "Lady Sansa, it is indeed an honor to finally meet you." Lord Mjölnir spoke to her, his wife moving to his side after having greeted her mother and father. Sansa offered a small smile, "It's is an honor that is all mine, Lord Mjölnir." she replied in kind. Though, she was sure she was going to lose her meal if this continued on too much longer, but she felt her mind was rushing too soon. "Thor, dear." His mother called to him, her heart rate tripled - she certainly hoped she wasn't sick on him; that'd be an introduction of the worst sort. At least she'd man an impression.  His figure blocked out the sun as he approached, far taller than any other man she'd met in the north - he had to be as tall as the Hound at least. Odin moved aside to allow Thor the space to greet his intended, everyone seemed all too eager to see the pair of them interact. She could see his brother peeking around their mother to get a look at her but her eyes were pulled to his. He grabbed her hand in his larger one then pressed his lips to the back of it, "Lady Sansa, I am honored to be within your presence." He was a large man, he towered over her lithe frame and he brought a sense of comfort along with it. Thor was a warrior, everyone knew it. He'd handled skirmishes alongside her brother, and had kept Asgard safe when his father's age restricted him from doing so.  "As am I in yours, Lord Thor."  Practiced words.  Recited, over and over, never had she anticipated nerves of this measure.  She was sure she stumbled over her words, tripped over them like she'd once tripped up the stairs to the tower where her room was held - oh, a mess he must think of her - she was sure. Though the small glint in his eyes as he released her hand from his own startled her; mischievousness, like the kind she'd found in her sister's when she'd done something really shouldn't have or when Robb was making a joke that their mother would box his ears for.  She hadn't expected to find lay there.  He stood back to his full height, though only a matter of seconds had passed it felt like minutes. Her grey eyes broke from his cerulean ones,  as he turned to greet her father with the respect he was due. Sansa's eyes cast down to the ground as she caught her breath; she hadn't even realized it was missing. A gentle hand grasped her own and when she lifted her eyes Lady Mjölnir gave her a reassuring smile.  "You did lovely, dear." the words were soft but reassuring, maybe she hadn't made a complete mess of things. Once she was so sure she could speak her mind, but just meeting her intended had left her a puddle of unspoken words and flushed from head to toe. "Come, I wish to get to know the woman who is to be my good daughter," she spoke freely as she saw the men walk away leaving everyone scrambling, "your father said you insisted on being married here - it is quite lovely, but I have a feeling there is more of a sentiment behind it?" Sansa walked with her arm linked in the older woman's, "It is tradition, Lady Mjölnir. Every Stark of Winterfell has been married under the Godswood since before Aegon the Conqueror." The stories had enthralled her as a child, but the sparkling blue eyes still tinged her mind, and she couldn't help but wonder if he thought of her too. "That is quite the tradition then, isn't it? Thor was all too pleased to agree, he'd always wanted to see Winterfell but never had reason enough to go." She chuckled a little as they walked towards the acreage that the Godswood was hidden within. "He'll be quite beside himself when he sees this, I've never quite seen him so excited. When he told us he was ready to take a wife.. I never thought I'd see the day."  Sansa swallowed then took a deep breath, "I'm a bit older than most girls who marry, Lady Mjölnir. Does that not bother him?" Frigga shook her head, "He was relieved, honestly. He is getting closer to his thirty fifth name day, and a very young wife wouldn't suit him." The words settled between them and Sansa carefully regarded them. Though, she was quite happy that this wasn't an issue; she wondered why.  "You're a woman grown, you're studied and have a better understanding of what the future holds" She stopped walking then took her hands within her own, "House Mjölnir has never married into another unless the bride was a bit older - some even older than yourself, it's a tradition of sorts." Frigga explained easily, " The men are always tall, and make for big babes. Thor himself weighed a bit under a full stone." Sansa eyes widened, Rickon had weighed half a stone and her mother said it had been a tiresome labor. "I do not know - " "We have the best healers in the North. A maester specialized in birthing just for this reason, Sansa -" she gave her a reassuring smile as she looked to the tree before them as they grew closer. "Please do not worry yourself.  You're a sight taller than myself, you'll do fine." Though her assurances didn't do much for her mind, it was not uncommon for women to perish in childbirth - she wouldn't have been the first nor the last to succumb to this fate.  Feeling comforted by the familiar tree she placed her hand against it then closed her eyes. This was home, it was if she could feel the seven flowing through her when she was here. The branches covered in crimson leaves some littering the ground, the hot spring in front of it keeping the air mildly warm despite the crisp temperatures. Taking a breath Sansa sighed, "Do you worship the old or new?"  Frigga shook her head, "I haven't worshiped either in some time, do you talk to them here?" she asked in awe of the beauty and size of the tree.  It was as old as the Stark name, probably even older than that if Sansa had to guess. It towered over them, it was over even the large walls that surrounded Winterfell.  "Sometimes, I feel them here. I don't know if it's truly the Gods I feel or if it's just home… I'm going to miss it." She admitted softly as she looked at the crystal clear waters of the hotspring. Her eyes watered and she took a deep breath, "I knew I'd have to leave eventually, but it didn't stop me from hoping it might not take me away Perhaps, I'd marry someone here - but I always knew." it was a foolish dream, childish hope that she'd never have to leave her family. That maybe she'd have her mother near when she birthed her first child, to have the creature comforts she remembered so keenly; so close. Frigga looked at her, "When I left home, it felt like I couldn't breathe. I remember it, just like it was yesterday. I stumbled over my words, and was sure I'd made a mess of myself in front of Odinn but he just smiled," there was a shy smile that appeared on the woman's face, like remembering a good memory. "He was very kind to me, I'm.. truly the only person he is kind to and I imagine you'll be second on that list."  "Does it get easier?" "Not at first, it gets worse. Once you're away from home, you'll feel panicked. Like you're being strangled I suppose, your sense of safety and comfort is behind you. " The words were far from comforting, but she appreciated her honesty. Sweet lies were not what she needed, and her mother would feed them to her to make herself feel better - that much she knew. "You will not be alone, and you will never be harmed. Asgard will be your new home, and it will take some time to adjust but with time it becomes easier but that's all it does."  Honesty. Truth. Cruel. It felt like all too often those things were rolled into one, and she preferred it. Sansa had been sheltered, if it weren't for the maids or Arya sneaking her bits and pieces of information here or there she'd be completely blind sighted by what was to come.  Married life came with duties; ones her Septa knew naught about but thought imprudent she shared whatever knowledge she felt necessary. Far too much of it sounded awful, terrifying even. She was loath to think of what her future held if it was truly as tedious as she made it sound. ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆ Thor was beside himself, he hadn't wanted to leave her just yet but he could feel her nerves rolling off her in tidal waves. He couldn't blame her, even he had his own anxieties over their impending marriage. Seeing her for the first time when they'd rode into the square he had been floored, taller than he'd expected, beautiful. Her auburn hair glimmering near crimson in the sunlight. He had done the right thing in waiting to take a wife, she'd please him just fine. When he'd told his father he was ready to take a bride, he was a little worried who his father would choose - there were a number of options weighing down his father's desk in his solar, but only one would become his one and only. He'd known that the decision wouldn't be in his hands, as the eldest son he had his own duties to his family. Though, he supposed in a way they were similar to that of Lady Sansa.  Doing a duty to your family, for the good of the North, for the good of alliances. "So," he heard his brother's voice drawl from beside him, his chair creaking as he turned his attention towards him, and he just knew he wouldn't have left well enough alone, "she seems just proper."  Thor rolled his eyes as he looked towards Loki, he was always in his surly moods - souring everyone about him when things didn't go his way or something didn't act to fit his mold. "She was nervous, as was I. You seem to forget." He watched as his father talked with his soon to be Good Father - he didn't really know how he was going to handle talking to him alone. The time would come, he knew. Thor was not unaccustomed to talking with women, he was used to that much, however, he was not used to talking to their father's. Gods forbid. He'd have been dead a decade and some years ago if that were the case.  "But, of course. It's a pity really, what of the Tyrell girl? Father said they sent in an offer as well," Loki said to him as he sipped from the ale that was poured in his cup.  Thor shook his head, the Tyrells were a wealth of many things that just weren't necessary in the North. They had numbers for soldiers, for certain, a hundred thousand swords would aid them well if they became necessary. The North was in no need for it - but it took his father all of two days to brush off the offer. He was sure Lady Margaery was lovely, but at this moment he couldn't imagine anyone was as beautiful as Sansa Stark.  Taking a deep breath as he took his time to soak in the solar, it was beautifully crafted, intricate direwolf carvings into the mantle of the fireplace. He hadn't seen anything like this in Asgard, he suspected it was as old as the stories of old - but he couldn't be sure.  "It held no benefit for anyone, it was simply a marriage. Nothing gained nor lost. This marriage, it holds promise." He didn't have to explain as much to Loki -- he'd studied the law and rewritten it time and time again so that someday he could be a worthy advisor when Thor took over Asgard to become Lord of House Mjölnir. Even so, Sansa wasn't the only offer that had come across the redwood desk. Karstark, Mormont, Frey, Lannister - many names but as a Vassal to House Stark it was without question who was going to be chosen. It was an honor to marry to their liege Lord's family.  There was another perk, the fact that her father had waited so long to marry her - many called him a fool. Though, he understood. When these Lords married their daughters off the moment they bled he felt sick, even the Frey girl who had been offered was not even five and ten.  It was repulsive. The last thing he wanted was some child bride, the thought disturbed him in a way he couldn't begin to explain. "We're both from the North, and it strengthens the bonds between our houses." It would also cure his loneliness that seemed to persist - or so he hoped anyway. He'd been alone for quite sometime now, his bed cold, his heart feeling colder. Winter in the North wasn't a gentle breeze, it came with thundering clouds and so much snow people would be locked in their houses till midday. Ropes tied house to house, or house to barn so that they might feed their animals before the day was through. Creeks would rice with the excess water melted by the sun - should they be so lucky to have any - there was no time to dally; if they did not marry now they would not marry until the weather was agreeable which could be more than a year. "Boring." Loki huffed, obviously displeased with his answer - he knew they both had a knack for theatrics but his brother really did push it a little far sometimes. "Do you think they'd let me marry her then? Since you've done your duty, perhaps I won't have to try so hard."  "You're incorrigible, brother. To think it's me everyone seemed to worry about, and you're only worried about how far away your bride is." Thor chuckled a little into his cup before sitting back then looking towards his own father.  Eddard drank from his own cup then sighed, "I suppose we should talk business then. I've gotten a raven from the wall, the weather is changing fast, so it'd be best if we have the wedding quickly.  I think the day after tomorrow is sufficient, how many days ride back to Asgard is it?"  Thor cleared his throat, "About five days. Though that was with frequent stops and less riding during the day." He looked to his father with a teasing expression who rolled his eyes a little. "If we start at daybreak and only set camp when the sun goes down we could be back in three." "I'm not as young as I used to be, boy." Odinn chuckled as he looked at his son, "If I  fall behind then so be it. You'll bring your wife to Asgard quickly, it won't do for her to be traveling for long periods of time. " Eddard nodded a little as he looked between them, "Will she have her own carriage?" "Of course, and we'll have a horse led behind in case she would like to ride as well. I sent a raven ahead to have things prepared. I would like for her to be as comfortable as possible." Thor told him seriously, "it's not a difficult journey in optimum conditions but should it begin to snow she will be well taken care of; I assure you."  He could see the tense muscles in her father relax upon his statement, he couldn't imagine having these talks. How terrifying to let your child into the hands of another, knowing that their fate could end in tragedy if you didn't choose the right partner for them. "As I'm sure you understand, Lord Thor, if anything untoward were to happen to her…" he trailed off. "I would do anything in my power to see that that never happens, Lord Stark. "Thor assured him seriously, "I will take our vows and life together very seriously. She will never want for anything." The doors to the solar opened and Robb walked in with Jon hot on his heels, the two were inseparable as far as Thor knew. Half brothers but might as well have been true with how they squabbled. Where Robb went, so did Jon - on the battlefield he'd seen them for what they were; warriors. Despite their young age, they seemed to know tactician better than most men older than himself. There was no sign of the iron born boy he'd seen a few times before, and for that he was thankful. He had a distaste for them, it was probably wise he was kept out of his sight.   "Lord Thor, " Robb greeted him jovially. "Lord Robb," a quirk of his lips in response. He hadn't seen the younger man since he'd last helped - the previous spring. "It seems you're going to take my sister away then," he said as he sat across from him, filling his cup with some of the sweet beverages placed in the middle. "You'll bring her back for my wedding in a few months time won't you?"  The question hung heavy, there were a few things that depended on his answer. If she were carrying he would have to make sure it was safe for her to travel, and then it all depended upon the weather. Thor nodded, "If her health permits and the weather is not too severe. I don't see why that would be an issue," he said to him and took a healthy drink from his cup; he hated the heavy silence that hung there.  Knowing what was to come for him, what was to come for Winterfell's Daughter, he almost felt bad but he could not wait to have her as his own. He swore he saw Robb's eyes darken in distaste, surely these men were not so obtuse that they wouldn't think him capable of waiting to put a babe on her? She was lovely. More than, but thinking of her as more before he wed her would be a folly on his part.  "Of course," Robb seemed a bit put under by the thought of his sister not attending his own wedding but seemed to accept it. "Have you had any more skirmishes?" Robb queried, there had been a large number of them the year prior, fights over food - uprising over one thing or another - stolen land, stolen livestock, a never ending cycle. It was the only reason his decision to take a bride had taken so long. He'd been quite ready to take a wife for two years now, but seeing Lady Sansa made his waiting all the more worth it. He'd heard nothing but kind things about her from those who had met her or been at the receiving end of her kindness. Sighing, "a few but not nearly as many as the year prior. We've put a halt to the majority of them, and as they crop up we tear them down. It's a process," he admitted as he looked at the younger boy. Robb Stark was to be feared amongst those on the battlefield, the only other man he'd seen with such tactician is Tywin Lannister. He'd be a fitting husband for Myrcella Baratheon - perhaps they would make a brood of warriors to rival that of the mountain that walked.  "We've had a few deserters from the wall, seems the lot of them have gone mad up there." Eddard spoke solemnly, "A few Skirmishes of our own in Wintertown but nothing we can't manage on our own. We're preparing for the long winter, and the soils of Asgard will surely help when it comes to farming and our glass gardens." Thor looked to Eddard then nodded as he listened, "The carts of soil are on their way as we speak, I believe the amount we agreed on ended up being twelve carts full of soil. They're quite deep, I saw to that myself. They should be here by the time we've returned to Asgard."  Magic of the others ran deep through Asgard, the Mjölnir house was once said to be a family of sorcerers. Though, there was no way to prove these things even if they thought they were real; the lands were indeed something magical. The constant turnover of fresh produce and grain in the winter was nothing to sniff their noses at; food was so scarce - they needed every bit they could get their hands on. This union would bring more than two houses closer, the peace he sought in the battlefield was no longer there. He struggled to gain a grip on his life, he hoped she could provide him with that peace. Loneliness wasn't uncommon for Thor, even if he could have any woman with Asgard to warm his bed it no longer entranced him as it once had.  He wanted more, he wanted a family. 
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In response to your pre-dating idiots call!!!! PLEASE expand on what Loki said in "so there's this girl" about pretending to hate reader!!! I'm in a very angsty mood!!! Also good luck with ur studying
here’s a long ol fic for some predating idiots developments! lots of foreshadowing and implications, oooo…
part 14, masterlist (Loki’s happy ending) in bio :)
―   ―   ―   ―
There’s really nothing left to like about Loki.
He’s mean, he’s cold, he’s vindictive, manipulative, calculating, blackmailing you for your generousity.
Luckily, he’s leaving you alone.
Sometimes you’ll wonder if Loki thinks he has your memories of him, that he successfully ripped himself out of your mind—you find yourself checking, every once in a while.
Eyes closed, you’ll lean back. Focus.
Jagged cuts, barely scabbed lashings, pale skin stained red…Loki flinching away from your touch with such a wince of pain you may as well have sliced him open again.
The memory is definitely still yours. 
It’s stayed on through the weeks, in your new office and devoid of any fake-boyfriends and blackmail threats—which makes for a fairly quiet work life.
Since the discovery of Loki’s double, security in Stark towers has tripled. Now you can’t go anywhere without an escort, you’ve been gifted a new taser, and you can call yourself personally aquatinted with the Avengers—though that might be your least favourite parts of the day.
They’re nice, you guess, but trying to keep up your story when Tony Stark and the Black Widow are grilling you with questions only gets harder by the minute.
To make matters worse, they’ve been asking about your little faux-boyfriend, too. You had to settle on a backstory, how you met, what he did before Stark Industries (which you vaguely remember him mentioning shield), all without speaking a word to the god in question for the past three weeks.
As far as you’re concerned, you fake-broke up. But like, for real.
You don’t want to see him. You don’t want to talk about Laing, or Loki, or anything that’s ever happened between the two of you, but they bring up the day you met and almost killed him, they ask you if he threatened revenge, if he hinted a second attack, and you say no.
Over and over, you say no.
At this point, though, you are pretty certain that revenge isn’t Loki’s motive. You’re not quite sure what could be taking its place, but bloodlust or pure “evilness” aren’t options anymore. If they were, he wouldn’t still be treating his patients as Dr. Laing, and he certainly wouldn’t have just stopped and knelt next to the thin woman sitting in front of the Tower, hugging a small boy to her chest.
Yourself on your way to work, too, you immediately duck back around the building on the corner, not wanting him to know you’re watching. Whatever he’s doing, this is all Loki…well, Laing. Not trying to keep up another cover or impress anybody, right?
He speaks too quietly for you to hear from your distance, but the mother, you guess, has tears in her eyes as she cradles the coughing boy and pleads with Dr. Laing.
Loki stands, and your heart twists. Of course he’s leaving her there, her and her child all alone. You curse yourself for being surprised.
You’re about to march out there yourself and demand that Loki take them in, threaten to rat him out if he doesn’t, but before you can, Loki’s back by her side, holding out a hand to help her to her feet.
Your jaw drops.
Loki—Laing, or whoever the hell possessed him—carefully takes the little boy from her arms, laying a hand over his forehead and saying something to the mother with a soft smile.
A smile you’ve never seen on either of his faces.
Still quietly talking to the mother, he takes them to the elevator, casting a wary eye around the fairly empty lobby as you hurry to keep up with them. With a split second to make your decision, you run through the doors after them.
Loki gives you a tired, incredulous look. 
“What floor?”
“Same as you,” you reply with an all-too-cheery smile.
He doesn’t seem too happy to have gained your company.
The elevator ride goes by in an uncomfortable silence, the wanted criminal holding a sick child and offering his mother a few strained smiles while you watch on, trying to comprehend what the hell is going on. 
Luckily it’s over soon, and you quickly turn the opposite way from the strange little trio, pretending to go the other way before turning around and sneaking after them to Laing’s office. 
If you’re not careful, your assigned guards are going to come looking for you. Technically they were supposed to meet up with you the moment you arrived on premise, but today, you’d rather see what Loki’s up to on your own.
The strange little trio is already in the room, the little boy laying on the examination table while Laing looks over him. That’s strange, but the strangest part is the fact that he’s still smiling—at the mother.
She’s slowly breaking down, you can tell. 
You can’t look away, peeking through the window to the exam room as Loki sits the boy up, trying to console the mother as she drops her head to her hands, shoulders shaking.
Loki steps away from her and looks right at you.
“Come in here.”
Startled, you jump away from the window and hurry to the door. “Need any help, uh, Doctor?”
He just grabs you around the arm and drags you outside.
“Let go of me—”
 “I need you to distract her,” he whispers, and surprisingly lets go. “The boy is sick, I can’t help him without a bit of my own help, but she can’t see.”
“O-okay.” You blink at him in shock. “That’s it? No scheming, you’re just helping them?”
Loki sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “They can’t pay. I’m not going to let her child die when all it would take it a wave of the hand. Will you help me?”
You try not to let the shock—and blatant disbelief—show on your face. 
“Sure…”
“Just comfort her,” he tells you, ushering you back to the room. “Keep her distracted and please, please stop her crying.”
The woman looks up when you enter the room, her eyes bloodshot and tear-brimmed. 
“Thank you,” she whispers, and Loki quickly returns to the boy’s bedside.
You plaster on a friendly smile and sit down next to her, drawing her attention towards yourself. 
“Is this your son? Lo-Laing will help him, don’t worry.” 
She nods, and you see Loki moving out of the corner of your eye to cover what he’s doing. “He’s been getting worse and worse, and no one will see us,” she explains quietly. “Dr. Laing is the first person to help us, y-you’re very lucky to be with him.”
“Oh, no, no,” you laugh, wishing Loki would hurry up. “No, we’re not together, I just work with him.”
“Still.” She smiles, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I can’t thank you enough.”
You’re quite sure what to say to that. Of course, she has no clue who she’s really dealing with, and for a split second, you nearly forget, too.
No murderous sociopath would be handing a freshly-healed little kid a lollipop, right?
He certainly looks the part, smiling and ruffling a hand through the kid’s hair, standing there in his lab coat with a stethoscope around his neck, lifting the little boy off the table to run back to his mother.
“Get him something to eat,” he tells her with a smile, a fake, phony little smile, and you can’t help but stare when he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of bills. “Here. He needs food and rest, as do you, and if anything else seems off, you know where to find me.”
By the time Loki has escorted them back down to the lobby, you’re left alone in the exam room, trying to make sense of what just happened and trying to decide what on earth to do with this information.
That was…helpful.
That was unlike Loki, that’s for sure.
When he eventually returns to the room, you’re still sitting there, waiting.
“Did you want a candy, too?”
You don’t respond, staring as he trudges around the room, prepping it for the next patient. 
“I assume you haven’t forgiven me.” He casts a quick glance over to you, getting nothing in return. “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t forgive something that went into my mind to play games, either.”
“You didn’t do anything to me,” you remind him stiffly. “I still remember everything I saw. Someone hurt you, you have scars to prove it, and I still know that.”
“You compromised my cover.”
Shaking your head, you can’t help but laugh. “I didn’t compromise you, you blew your own cover. You’re weak, aren’t you?”
“What does that matter to you?”
“I’m trying to understand what’s going on, because as far as I can tell, you’re not who you’re pretending to be. Can’t you just explain what happened to Thor? He’s your brother, I’m sure he—”
“I am not hiding from your little heroes,” Loki snaps, slamming the cabinet he was rifling through shut. “They are the least of my concerns, and I’d much appreciate if you would leave them out of our interactions completely.”
You give a small huff of annoyance, crossing your arms with a pointed glare. “I don’t believe it, sorry. If you were really some crazy serial killer, you wouldn’t have just helped that lady and her kid.”
“Maybe,” Loki/Laing sneers, “I was luring them into my trap. Maybe that’s what I’m doing to you, hm? You certainly can’t seem to get enough of me.”
“No, I think you’re scared of something.”
“I think it’s time for you to leave,” Laing smiles back, holding the door open with a sweep of his arm.
“You’re running from something, you’re hiding from something,” you continue, a small smile of your own playing at your lips. “Aren’t you?”
Backed into the hallway but trying to stay one step ahead of him, you stare at him expectantly as he furrows his brow, no doubt annoyed beyond belief that you keep pressing the subject.
Maybe he was about to answer you, but now you’ll never know—one of your guards comes running to your side.
“You’re supposed to tell us when you’re coming in early,” he huffs, hastily pushing back the visor on his helmet. “I can’t read your mind, okay? You’ve gotta work with me here.”
Loki straightens up, an unamused glaze passing over his visage.
“Sorry,” you tell your guard, eyes never leaving Laing’s. “I sure wish I didn’t have to be escorted everywhere, thanks to some emotionally constipated god.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Maybe it’s for the best.”
“Maybe he should go to therapy,” you reply smoothly. “Let someone help him for once, tell someone the truth.”
“Maybe you should stay away from him,” Laing growls—your guard, Marcus, steps a little closer as Laing advances towards you, voice dropping. “Maybe he’s unstable, and maybe he has a target on his back that could level your planet, and maybe he’s nothing more than a monster that needs to be disposed of before anything worse happens.”
You blink.
That came out of nowhere.
Laing sighs, slipping back into his office. “Stay with your, ah, guards. Don’t ask anymore questions.”
“You can’t tell me—mmf!”
Laing just smiles, and you catch a glimpse of Loki in his sad eyes as you involuntarily spin on your heel and hurry away, leaving Marcus scrambling to catch up.
This isn’t the first time that he’s had to watch you walk away; it’s a sight all too familiar to him.
Even from the distance now between the two of you, he catches a glimpse of the taser hanging from your belt, the gun strapped to your guards back, the one in his hands, and when you reach the elevator, unable to stop walking, two more guards join the group.
Good, he reminds himself, good, good.
You glare back at him in the doorway, mouth stopped and feet moving by Loki’s hand, and a wave of relief crashes over him.
You look annoyed.
Disgusted with him.
Angry.
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“Tell me a bit about your father.”
“Which one?”
Loki rolls over on the crisp, white bed, a grin on his gaunt face. 
“Whichever you feel more connected to,” the therapist replies. 
A pen clicks and clicks again, and Loki sighs.
“He’s a horrid man. He hates me, I hate him. It’s simple enough, doctor, he never loved me.”
Thor points at the screen. “I believed that.”
I might, too, you decide.
“Do you blame your father for some things that have gone wrong in your life?”
“Yes.”
It’s a quick, short answer that needed no thought.
“Can you elaborate?”
Loki crosses his ankles, stretching to lay his hands behind his head with a content little hum. “Well, if he had paid more attention to me, I wouldn’t have attacked this poor town, that’s for certain.”
The therapist seems stunned by the sudden confession.
“Wasn’t it obvious?” Loki continues, eyes fluttering closed. “I did this for him. I want him to see that I am the worthy son, I can conquer worlds and be a greater king than he, and he will hold nothing in his heart but respect for who I am.”
“I believed that one, too,” Thor says again. “That one made sense, but only if I assumed the worst.”
“Do you think anything from these sessions is true? Anything that his clone said?” Mind spinning, you stop the video player and remove the hard drive, unsure if watching Loki’s therapy tapes had helped in any way or not.
Currently, the scales are tipping towards not.
“It is unlikely,” Thor sighs. “My brother is a skilled liar, he twists your words and manipulates the truth to bend to his will…most of the time, you never know if you are even truly speaking to him, or just another illusion. Just as this now shows us”
“Do you believe any of that?” 
“I want to,” he answers truthfully. “It is simple. It makes it easier to take him back to the Allfather for punishment, if we could only find the serpent.”
“I don’t,” you mumble under your breath, then stop, unsure if you should really let those words actually leave your mouth. 
Thor gives you a sideways glance and you curse yourself for saying anything.
“Do you find him attractive?”
You drop the hard drive to the floor with a loud clatter. 
“What?! No! No,” you laugh, quickly stooping to pick it back up. “Of course not, why would you say that?”
“You seem to have faith in him,” Thor carefully replies, still eyeing you suspiciously. “Or at least an acute interest. Why do you want to help him?”
“I’m…” you pause, needing to think for a moment.
To an extent, you suppose he’s right - you want to have faith in him. You made a judgement call when you first met him and tried to kill him, only to accidentally find yourself tangled further in his webbed plan than you’d care to be. 
Some days, Loki makes you think you made the wrong judgement, that maybe it wasn’t him, that maybe he’s suffering in a different way than most assume, that maybe he’s more than he lets on.
That maybe he’s been forced into playing the villain in his brother’s story. 
“Curious,” you finally answer. “I’m curious. He’s weird, a-and gods are still kinda new to our world, so…I’m curious if he’s really who he lets on to be.”
Thor nods, brow furrowed and deep in thought. 
“Though it’s pretty tough to find anything out about him when he’s missing,” you quickly add, remembering that you really shouldn’t have as much access to the god as you do.
“I understand.” Thor gives you a small smile, a mild comfort. “Be wary of him, won’t you? I fear he uses people to his advantage, mistakes their kindness for strategy.”  
A flood of memories to support that cloud your mind, and the rest of your walk back to your office finishes in silence.
You are curious. There’s something off about this Loki character. Just from the small bits of him you’ve seen, the way he pushes you away, the clear evidence he keeps hiding, something about him screams out to anyone who will listen.
Screaming for help, you’re nearly certain.
“He is dangerous,” Thor says once you’ve reached your office again. “He is powerful. And I fear we’ve hurt him past the point of repair.”
“I doubt it,” you smile, giving the god a reassuring squeeze on the arm. “He’ll come back. He’s your family, right?”
Thor just smiles, wishes you a good day, and walks away.
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You have got to be joking- part 2
Part 1
Spidey: Hey, so now that I know where you live I was wondering if I could pick you up. 
I mean like take you to school.
You know since we go to the same school, and I thought it might be fun.
If you don’t want to that is okay but I was just wondering.
You smiled as you looked at the text messages that Peter left for you, he left probably sometime around 12 after doing team bonding that he didn’t know that he was missing out on. 
You were almost 100 percent sure that he ran home to tell Ned how he spent the whole night with the Avengers. 
A small part of you was worried that he was going to tell Ned about who you truly were but you trusted him.
You: You do know that you are an official Avenger now and that you are expected to be here in about- 15 minutes for training?
You could almost sense the panic that went through him as you knew he read the text probably scrambling to get his school stuff before heading to the tower to train. 
What you didn’t tell him was that training mostly consisted of Steve making you run until you pass out on the ground. 
“Hey, Kiddo. Your mom told me to remind you that you have training. Is Underroos on his way yet? Steve is getting excited to get to train with another person as strong as him other than Bucky.”
Dad peeked his head through the door looking over to where you stood still in your PJ’s sitting cross legged on your bed. 
“Oh yeah. I just told him right now he is probably half-way across town already. Wanda and I are waiting until 6 to train. We are mainly just going to blow stuff up in the back of the tower.” 
Your father rolled his eyes before urging you to get ready. Throwing on a pair of high wasted jean shorts and a t-shirt you threw your hair up heading down the elevator to Wanda’s floor.
“Wanda! Are you ready?” You asked looking around the corner to see your friend sitting in regular sweats and a baggy t-shirt. “We seriously aren’t going to do this right?” You begged your friend hoping she would be nice for the day.
“No. Our training today is making pancakes.” You thanked the gods (Well except for Loki and Thor) and ran after her to the kitchen.
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“Why does it smell like fire in here?” You had no idea. It certainly wasn’t the batter of the 20 different consistency of pancakes that you tried to heat with your powers (Electricity) while Wanda attempted to do the same thing.
You both had probably 15 pancakes that were edible out of the 50 that you made.
“Shut up, Sam.” You snarled back to the soldier behind you who swiped one of the good pancakes that Wanda had actually cooked using a pan. “No one asked for your opinion.” 
“I’m sure they aren’t that bad.” You picked up one of them that you had made immediately spitting it out. It wasn’t cooked what so ever.
“Thor, I made some just for you!��� You yelled out hoping that he wasn’t in the room when you spit it out
“I’m good, Lady Stark.” He ducked under your gaze as he sat down at the table next to Bucky swiping another one of the pan cooked ones.
“Miss Stark, Happy is waiting for you.” You cursed forgetting about school for a moment before ushering your way down to the training room knowing that Steve would be there still working with Peter.
What you didn’t expect to see was a shirtless Peter sparring with Captain America. Sure the sparring part you were used to the but the shirtless part- you took your gaze off of him no matter how hard it was.
“Steve, I’m going to have to take Peter from you. Some of us are still in High School.” You told him as you saw Peter spring up from the spot he was at mutter something to Steve and then rush over to you.
It was hard to keep your gaze up as he came over closer to you before throwing back on his shirt and then picking up his school bag.
Handing him the plate of Wanda’s pancakes you pointed over to the men’s locker room and he wordlessly went in.
Coming out a couple of minutes later it looked like he ran in the shower- you tried not to think to much about it as you showed him the way up to Happy’s car.
“You do that every morning?” He looked at you shocked as you laughed.
“No. I workout with Nat after school 3 days a week- usually sparring. I mostly just work on my powers with Wanda in the mornings and blow stuff up.” 
He looked over jealous to you as you gave him a sly smile before sliding into the car parked in front of the tower- Happy waiting eagerly.
“Y/n, we are la- Peter? Why are you here?” Happy looked over to the man sitting next to me questionably.
“He had his first day of training today. You didn’t tell me that Spider-man went to the same school as me, Hap.” You nicked at your godfather who gave you a look of- too bad.
The car ride consisted of Peter freaking out occasionally as well as you playing around with Happy.
As soon as we got to school you had to yank him out of the car as he was ogling all of the things that the car had inside of it including a portable version of FRIDAY.
“Bye, Happy!” You yelled into the car before lugging Peter out of the car and into the school.
“Hey, Y/n. Lookin’ good today.” Less than a couple of minutes later after Flash winked at me he looked over to Peter. “Sup’ Dick-wad.” The groan that came from Peter made you give him a weird look.
“How do you not punch him into the wall every time he does that.” You mutter under your breath before putting an arm around his forearm bringing him closer to you.
He seemed a little shocked by the touch but soon became more comfortable as a smile appeared on his face. 
“Because I would rather stay here at school.” 
“Too nice, remember when he called you Penis Parker a couple of months ago and he accidentally got a textbook to the face?” The look that crossed Peter’s face was something that you didn’t forget.
“You amaze me.” You laughed before walking into the school smiling and greeting people around you. You were kind of popular in school but you chose to hang out with Peter. 
He was kind.
You cursed at the temperature change as you tried to get warmth into your skin at the drop in temperature.
Before you knew it one of your school sweatshirts was dropped into your arms from Peter who was smiling down at you. And you thought for one second that he may like you back.
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Love and Light in Hell
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Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 , chapter 3, chapter 4
Chapter 5:
"They should be here by now. Why aren't they here?"
One of the noblemen stood and bowed at your words. 
"We do not know, your majesty, but give it time. This silence from Asgard may be a good thing." 
Before you could open your mouth to speak, a court lady rose indignantly to her feet 
"Just because we haven't heard anything,  that doesn't mean no attack is coming. It could be closing in on us as we speak, sitting here like lambs waiting to be slaughtered! I say we gather our forces and bring the fight to them!”
Instantly everyone in the hall rose to their feet as cries of protestation and support clashed with each other, creating an incomprehensible roar of voices trying to shout over each other.
Lifting one finger you signaled to Grimir, who was laying by your throne.
Your sign had him on his feet and losing a howl so piercing all noise in the hall immediately stopped.
Everyone but you was in a defensive state. Some had merely covered their ears, eyes scrunched up in pain while others lay curled on the floor with their arms around their head. A few had turned to look in surprise at the source of the noise, only to flinch and cower back, scrambling to hide.
Grimir's howl slowly faded out after a moment and he lay down again, licking his lips and resting his head on the floor to go back to his nap.
Once you were sure the uproar died down, you smiled and stood. 
It was almost like the aftereffects of a bomb.
At first everyone stayed frozen, as though doubting or not realizing that it was really over. Then, the first one dared to peek out and get to their feet. Slowly, one by one in small groups, the rest gradually stood as well, looking embarrassed and chagrined.
"Thank you, for your input, but I will not have troops sent out to potentially start a needless war. If Asgard attacks, so be it. We will fight back. But only when it is clear that is their intention."
 With a few murmurs and grudging looks, they all bowed and conceded.
"As you say your majesty. It may be a Midgardian cliche, but your wish is truly our command." 
You smiled ignoring the barbed words.
"Indeed it is, Carlsson. We will wait till Asgard declares its intentions-- and until then, I expect you all to give me your unwavering loyalty and to see you all at tonight's feast." 
 Noticing some smiles in the crowd and the new happy tone to the mummers in the room you guessed your last words had had the effect you hoped.
The one thing to take their minds off of this would be drinking, dancing and revelry. 
"Unfortunately, I'm going to have a bit of a harder time dressing up for this affair than all of you will so I need to go begin getting ready now. I'll see you all there.”
Some chuckles followed you as you rose and exited the room.
Walking alone to your chamber you finally let the doubts and worries and what ifs to seize you for a bit.
What if they do attack us to get this precious prince back? They're scared of me and this place, but they might risk it on his account. . .and the army might be mobilized too late.
You sighed barely audibly as your gaze passed over an image of a serpent encircling the world. . .
Don't be so down. Maybe they'll just send someone to smuggle him out or try to negotiate. They can't want a war anymore than you do. Loki's plan will fail.
Your half convincing thoughts were interrupted by your chamber door being thrown open in the distance. 
Already fingering famine you continued forward cautiously, waiting for anything to happen, even entertaining the impossible. 
How much do you want to bet it's Loki bringing more good news and fatherly love?
It's a good thing you didn't really make that bet with anyone because you would have lost as you found out a second later when your lady in waiting’s face peered out from around the door. 
"What are you doing dawdling? You're late! And we need every second to get you ready in time--hurry up!"
You rolled your eyes but relaxed and let your hand leave famine's hilt.
"I said move your royal behind!" 
 You did as she said and sped up, basically running through the door a second before it closed.
"Outdone yourself once again, my friend. It's exquisite.."
That was the only way you could think of to describe it as you examined the sheer corset top adorned with it's beautiful patterns of black lace roses. Giving in to the urge, you spun, watching the plain black petticoat like skirt flare out and feeling the decorative tulle cape fluttering behind you, unencumbered by the small black beads adorning it.
As you came to a stop you were grateful for the strip of lace that kept it in place. Though it had been hard to get on (it was one piece so it had to be lifted and put on over your head), it did the job and without it, the garment would certainly have ended up on the floor just then.
I don't even want to think about how I get this thing off. . .but it is pretty. Just have to remember not to do any running.
Turning, you smiled at your lady in waiting. 
"Come, let's be on our way before the ball starts without us."
You knew they wouldn't dare to, for fear of facing a short headless existence, but you set off anyway, leading the way as your routine trailed behind.
Of course you needed to make a big entrance. 
The doors opened with a loud boom, making everyone in the room leap before chuckling nervously and embarrassedly, turning to face the empty entrance. 
You allowed a smile to flicker on your lips as the crowd turned, just in time to see the two wolves come through the door. They stalked the edge of the crowd, snapping occasionally and growling. You had to stifle a laugh every time some foolish courtier jumped when they got too close or made a playful lunge at someone. 
Right as you planned, a gust of cold wind brought in a light but continual dusting of snow. All those nobles in their finery started to shiver, but didn't dare complain as a loud caw rang out and your raven flew forward. 
Gracefully, Alistair and Archibald soared across the room to land on the arms of the empty waiting throne. 
You noticed that as the birds took flight the mass bowed as one and stayed bent until their landing. None of them even dared to look up, but of course not. The raven was the sacred animal of the Allfather, and what's more, these ones belonged to you. They would not dare anger you--or him by showing any less than proper respect to the animals.
Finally, your music struck up and you walked forward through the gently whorling snow, Grimir by your side. 
Unlike the wolves he did not snap or snarl, but walked on, eyes fixed ahead, paying no attention to the crowd. The crowd, of course, paid attention to the two of you.
Just as they had raised their heads and gotten to their feet you entered, forcing the nobles to quickly lower their faces once more and stoop onto hasty bows. Following Grimir's lead, you kept your gaze on your throne and did not look at a single courtier until you had taken your place at the table at the head of the room.
Once in front of your seat you paused, leaning foward slightly with your hands resting on the table.
"I suppose I do not need to introduce tonight's guest. I’m sure you all know why we’re all here here. I suppose you have all heard and know by now, so I only say, let us give him a warm hearty welcome. From this day hell will be filled with light and joy because of his presence.”
You nodded and waved as you sat down, acknowledging the applause and cheers that met your words.
The doors opened once the noise died away, and you felt like all the breath had been stolen from your lungs. It had nothing to do with the blast of chill air that entered the room and everything to do with the boy standing in the doorway, glowing brighter than anything you'd ever seen.
His light had been overwhelming even in the infirmary. But this? . . .this was. Incredible. He looked incredible. 
The impeccably tailored suit fit his frame perfectly, giving a hint at the toned muscles underneath. The silky black material and gold filigree of the jacket complemented his hair and made his eyes pop. Those gorgeous azure eyes were without doubt his most prominent feature. They were what you remembered most about him from your first glimpse of them those eons ago, other than the general impression of overwhelming beauty. 
If it had been so then, it was even more so now, in this dark room among the grotesque and dead.  
Harrison was shining like always, seeming to light the entire room all by himself.
Was there even light in here before he arrived??
You found all breath had left you as Harrison took his first step toward your table. Like the rest of those in attendance, your eyes fixed on him and didn't waver, tracking his every movement until, seemingly suddenly, he was standing before you.
The eyes were boring into your soul and now every little detail was visible. This was closer than you had ever been in the infirmary and though you would have sworn you had no heart, you almost felt it stop. You might not have quite needed air, but your breath hitched silently in your throat as you glanced him up and down.
Oh great Norns. . .
There in the hall, his back straight as a rod with all the eyes in the room on him, and literally glowing he looked more kingly than he ever had. All that was missing was a crown.
He doesn't need one, though.
Your nobles certainly seemed to think so as they all bowed and paid respect to him in the background. 
Really, you should have been upset at that. You should have made some kind of example to assert your authority and show him and everyone in the room to whom their allegiance and respect and loyalty should really go to. . .but, somehow, the thought didn't really tempt you at all.
He is the son of the ruler of the universe, I suppose. The would-be king. 
Harrison nodded to you in respect, then he did something totally unexpected.  
You'd explained to him before that the nod was all that was required of him, and then he could take his seat beside you and you would start the feast. However, instead of edging around the table and sitting in the chair, Harrison reached out and gently took your hand. 
Spellbound, you watched it as it gradually rose through the air and met his lips. The stillness in the room that had sprung up as soon as you entered deepened.
You couldn't blame them, you were shocked too. The whole thing felt distant and disconnected, as though you were watching it happen to someone else far away or you in another life long ago. If not for the ghost of his lips tingling on the back of your hand as you brought it back to the table you would have believed you dreamed it all.
Harrison rounded the table, all the courtiers in the room still watching him. That was good, because it meant that they all missed you sitting there stunned and shellshocked for a moment.
 Thankfully, you got your face under control by the time Harrison sat down.
As half the room turned to you again, you were once more sitting tall, frigid, and imposing.
"Let the feast begin!"
Your words rang through the hall and were immediately followed by a cacophony of clapping and cheering. The staff took their cue and started bringing the food in at that moment, setting down a seemingly never ending parade of food and placing some at each of the tables. 
You were pouring mead into Harrison's tankard after piling a large helping of venison into your plate when the hall's great doors crashed open.
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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 59)
Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.
Word Count:4275
Warnings: Language, bad coping mechanisms, grief, depression, lack of motivation, feelings revealed, relationships at stake, tension is high, start of endgame movie, losing hope, hope is brought back, Song for this part:  I’ll never love again- Lady Gaga Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.
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The next morning, before dawn, you were out of bed. You started a new simulation to try and find Thanos. While the simulation ran, you went outside to practice. Shannon was right, even if you did find Thanos, what then? You needed to practice, to train. So that’s what you did. 
Your powers were like Wanda’s and Remy’s combined. You were born with the ability as an Asgardian goddess to charge potential energy and launch it. The mind stone had given you electrical dark energy that you could launch from yourself as a bolt of energy, or use it as an extended limb, like Wanda. Using the dark energy, you could fly. Using the electric part of your energy, you could electrocute things, like Thor. You learned illusions and trickery from Loki. By all stretches of the imagination, you should be the most powerful one in the room at all times, save for Shannon who could absorb any power, not to mention her natural healing power. 
But being powerful meant nothing if you didn’t know how to use it well. So for the next twelve hours straight that day, you practiced. You learned how to create a shield around yourself using your purple energy. You learned how to send shockwaves through the ground like Thor. You practiced charging objects and throwing them, as well as creating powerful energy shots and launching them. You practiced flying. You hadn’t done much of it since the New York attack and you wanted to be sure that you felt comfortable doing it. 
Shannon left you to it, knowing that you wouldn’t want to be bothered, but Steve checked on you. He asked what you were doing and if you needed help. You explained you were gearing up to fight Thanos and you didn’t want Steve to get hurt. He didn’t say much but nodded and left you alone. Natasha watched you and she wanted to say something, offer something, but she didn’t know how. You two weren’t close at all. You liked Natasha, by all means, but she didn’t know how to comfort you in something like this, so she let you grieve the way you needed to. Bruce felt sorry for you. He desperately wanted to help you. He felt he could take anything you threw at him, but his concern was with Shannon and finding Tony. Bruce and you were a bit closer, and he understood better than most the healing factors isolation and being alone could have. Thor… well you and Thor could hardly stand to look at each other. You’d lost the same thing, and you both felt responsible. You didn’t blame him, and you hoped he didn’t blame you.
You didn’t fault any of them for not coming to see you. You knew they all had their own grief they were dealing with, their own personal missions. This was yours.
This became your new routine. Rising at early hours, running tests to see where Thanos might be, running scanners for him using the stones again, then you’d set out to practice your powers until late at night. You were at least sleeping now and eating at least one meal a day. It wasn’t ideal, but it was an improvement. You logically knew you couldn’t fight Thanos if you were malnourished and tired. 
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A few days after Shannon had visited you that night, she didn't feel like being at another one of those meetings with the faces of the vanished and seeing Tony’s and Parker’s faces. There’s only so much she could take. So here she was in bed hiding under the covers with Lucky being the little spoon. When there had been a few light knocks, she hoped they would leave her alone.
“Hey,” Bruce said softly as he poked his head in. “I know you probably want to be left alone, but I think we should all be together at a time like this. I also brought you something to help calm your nerves.” He held up a small tray with two cups of tea. “It always keeps me calm.” 
“Thanks, Bruce, but I think I'd rather stay here in bed with Lucky.” She came out from under the covers. “There’s no way I’m going in there and see Tony’s or Parker’s face.” She shook her head.
He nodded as he sat the tray down. He rubbed his hands nervously before stuffing them in his cardigan pockets. “Yeah, yeah, I get that. It’s hard to see his face. I told them to take their faces down because we don’t know if--” He stopped himself, choosing his next words carefully to not upset you further. “Well we don’t know what’s happened to them, if anything. Hell, you know Tony. He could be on his way here, right now. He might’ve just wound up a place a little bit away from here.” He tried to add cheer to his voice. 
“Bruce, thanks for trying but I can feel how uncertain things are until we find out more.” She took the cup of tea from the tray. 
“Well isn’t that just it? Things are uncertain, so don’t lose hope, okay? If you lose hope, all we have is Cap. I mean his motivational speeches are great and all, don’t get me wrong, but we need you… I need you.” 
“But what can I do? I’m not Tony or Steve. They both have things I cannot be or give so what now?” She put the cup back. “I just need someone to take over and be the one in charge for once”
Bruce nodded. “I don’t know how or if that’s gonna happen, sweetheart. Nat might. You know they all look up to you. It isn’t to pressure you. You don’t need to be anyone but you. Your optimism and quick thinking is what gets us through. You’re the glue of this team, don’t forget it. But… I understand if you need a break. Steve, Nat, and I can take over for a bit. At least until we hear something on Tony or Peter…”
 “That would be great, really, I don’t know what I would do without you, Bruce.” She touched his hand and she became so overcome with his emotions that she shed a tear. “I’m so sorry, Bruce. I didn't mean to get in tune with your emotions, that power has been really strong since that day.”
“Hey, first off, don’t apologize to me, ever. Secondly, of course it has been. You’ve lost a lot and you have no idea what happened to Tony. Your power of emotion is bound to go haywire. Besides, I don’t mind you having a peek at my emotions every now and then,” he stated, almost sheepishly. 
“Is that a hint of a blush I see?” Shannon joked, putting her hand on his cheek feeling how warm it got and was getting hotter by the second. “I don’t mean to pry but I felt a few things when I touched your hand, mind telling what they were about?” She looked at him seriously.
“Shannon,” he started uneasily, “you already know what it is you feel,” he said softly. 
“It’s one thing for me to feel a person’s emotions, it’s another thing to know what or who they are directed to,” she calmly explained. “If this is making you uneasy we could change the subject,” she suggested. She partially knew but she wanted him to confirm her suspicions.
He rubbed his neck, feeling more nervous and awkward by the second. “Damn, I never wanted to do this. Let alone while Tony’s...well... missing but...Ah, damn. Shannon… I’m in love with you. Alright? I know the timing is terrible. I know you’re married. I should’ve said something before, but you’re so happy with Tony, and he’s my best friend and I didn’t want to ruin any of that. I can’t hide it anymore though. With the way the world is now… I think it’s now or never, you know?” He peered at her, guilt, hope, worry, and relief all rolled into one. 
“Umm… wow, I... I don’t know what to say Bruce—” She got quiet for a bit processing what her friend had told her all that time ago at the mansion about Banner having feelings for her. She didn’t think that it was true. “I’m flattered that you feel this way about me, Bruce...and I know we’re in a spot that’s between a rock and a hard place but until I can know for certain what’s happened with Tony, I don’t think I can act on this.” She placed her hand on his, feeling his emotions and tried to not let them confuse her. She knew she had always had a soft spot for the man but she married Tony and she couldn’t betray him like this. What if he comes back… no, she needed to stop thinking. 
“You’re right. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. I never wanted you to know. I never wanted to put you in any position of choosing him or me. Just… with things the way they are…” He shook his head. “Just think on it? I’m not saying we need to do anything now or anything soon at all. Just… give it some thought.” 
“This is my fault. If I hadn’t felt your hand we wouldn’t be in this situation but you’re right we ca—” Just as Shannon was about to answer the man, you walked into the bedroom, making the two jump apart and causing the dog to look up.
“Shan, I want--Oh, I’m sorry,” you said quickly as you watched your best friend and Banner break apart rapidly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I can come back later,” you offered, already making your way toward the door.
“No! No, that’s fine, Y/N you can come in. Bruce was just trying to convince me to go to the meeting, which by the way you're late to.” She waved you in and then pointed to the time on the clock. “You know Steve is probably looking for you, you better go.”
“Right,” you agreed uneasily. The energy in the room felt off. “Yeah I think we should go, don’t you, Bruce?”
“Huh? Uh. Yeah. We should get down there.” 
You eyed him for one more moment before you and he walked down for the meeting, leaving Shannon to think in her room. 
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You knew Steve, Nat, and Shannon had been watching the pager that Fury left behind. It was constantly paging something or someone and they wanted to find out who. You had to give it to them. They never stopped. Steve and Nat, no matter how broken they were or devastated, they stuck to the mission, the cause -- to get back what we’d lost. 
But you couldn’t do it. You just didn’t have it in you anymore. The fight was gone. All you had was finding Thanos, and you had no idea how long that would take. Each passing second you didn’t find him chipped away at your soul, but this was all you had. It was your only hope, your one shot at maybe getting Loki back, getting everyone back, so you had to do it. 
Thor...he was beyond pissed. He felt that it was his fault. For the first few hours after it happened, he just kept muttering, “What have I done?” “It’s all my fault”. Some tiny part of you wanted to believe that. You wanted to blame this all on Thor for not aiming for his head. Or blame Wanda for leaving Vision. Or blame Shannon for not fighting harder. Blame anyone, everyone. Someone had to be at fault, right?
But the fact of the matter was, it was your fault. Wanda fought like hell to get to Vision. According to Steve, she held back Thanos (with five of the stones on his hand) with one hand and killed Vision with the other hand. Wanda was only human, her power forged from the mind stone and she was nearly all powerful. 
But you? You were a goddess of Asgard. You had the physical strength of Thor, the born powers of bio-kinetic energy, and your purple electric energy was granted by the mind stone. There probably weren’t many out there stronger than you -- but you couldn’t get to Thanos -- at least that’s what you kept telling yourself. 
This was your fault. If anyone should’ve been able to kill him, it was you. Wanda, with even less power than you, was able to hold him back successfully. Thor with his new axe could battle the stones and kill him with brute force. There wasn’t one reason in the world you couldn’t kill him. 
You should’ve let Nat and Okoye take care of Proxima. You should’ve abandoned the battlefield and waited for Thanos. You should’ve been by Vision’s side and not Wanda. 
If any one of those small things had changed, maybe this all would’ve been different. 
You heard footsteps approaching and you tensed. You didn’t want to speak to anyone. You hardly ever did. It was almost as if talking would break you. You were lying in bed after a day of training just wishing for some good news. 
“Y/N?” Shannon’s soft voice filled your room and you slightly relaxed. “Someone is here. A Carol Danvers? She may be able to help.”
You furrowed your brow before rolling over to get up. You padded down barefoot in your pajamas, your hair unbrushed, but you frankly didn’t give a damn. 
Thor, Steve, Nat, Bruce, and Shannon surrounded a blonde woman you’d never seen. Or they faced her at least. 
“Y/N, this is Carol. She’s…” Shannon started to explain then it seemed words failed her. 
“Long story short, I’m here to help and I’m a friend of Nick Fury’s,” she spoke, filling in the gap. 
“So what are you doing here?” you asked, all animation gone from your voice except for a slight wonder. Your hands were stuffed in your hoodie pockets.
“We think she can help find Tony and the rest of them,” Steve stated. 
“So you guys said he was in a spaceship? What’d it look like? I can try to track it.” 
“Titan… He was going to Titan,” you interjected.
“You’re sure about this?” Steve questioned. 
You nodded. “When I was his slave, he talked of his home quite a bit. If Ebony Maw took him and Strange… And he sent Proxima and Corvus to Earth then chances are he wanted them to meet him back on Titan.” 
“He told them that,” Thor concurred. “Just before he blew me up with the power stone. He told everyone to meet him on Titan.” 
“Alright. I’ve got a starting point,” Carol said with determination before she started to walk away. 
Shannon stepped in front of her. “Please, bring Tony back to me. He… I…” But that’s all she could get out before she started to sob. You took a step closer to her and wrapped her in your arms. You gave a look to Carol that granted her permission to leave. 
With that, it seemed as if a tinge of hope filled the atmosphere, at least for the rest of the Avengers. Not so much you… well, not you at all. 
You walked Shannon back to her room and now it was her turn to grieve. She’d been holding it in for so long, you thought that maybe the idea of hope now was maybe sending her over the edge. If she hoped for Tony and Carol didn’t find him, or worse, found him dead or one of the vanished then she would be crushed. But if she didn’t hope then she felt like she was letting Tony down. 
“What if she doesn’t find him?” she asked as she got into bed and you pulled the cover up around her. 
“Don’t talk like that,” you gently ordered. “We can take some solace that at least someone out there is looking for him.” 
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It’d been two weeks since Carol showed up and there was still no word back if she’d found Tony or not. Shannon had taken to going outside to look for signs of a ship or refreshing her texts to find out anything. She’s on the verge of giving up. She knew she shouldn’t but this feeling of being useless was getting to her. She’d been seen walking around in Tony”s unwashed shirts and hoodies and some shorts around the compound. No one had the heart to tell her anything. She knew they all pitied the situation. 
From her phone she heard Tadashi. “There’s still no signal reaching the transponder, Mrs. Stark.”
“Thank you, Tadashi, please keep searching.”
“Will do, Mrs. Stark.”
While she sat on top of the compound, on the roof, a door shut behind her suddenly. She was going to turn to see who it was, but he spoke quickly, letting her know who it was.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I had no idea you were out here,” he apologized. “I can leave you alone if…” he let the offer hang in the air. 
“Hey there, big guy, there’s no need. I”ve been out here alone for too long, keep me company?” She looked up at the man. “Unless you came out here to be alone then I’ll go somewhere else—” She started getting up.
“No. Hey, I interrupted you. Sit,” he gently ordered. He came over and sat beside her. “I thought I’d come out and see… well see if there was any sign of… you know. Had to get some air from trying to find Thanos.” 
Shannon flinched at the sound of that name. She didn’t know if she would ever be okay from all of this. “Yeah it’s been heavy with everything lately. Had to leave that building or else I knew I’d end up fighting someone.” She leaned on him taking in his scent of herbal tea and mint. “It’s nice out here, helps clear the mind.”
“That it does,” he agreed looking at the sky. He then dropped his gaze to the rooftop. “Shan… I know I said I’d let you think on this. But.... It’s been two weeks now and… I don’t know. I thought maybe… I just wondered if we don’t hear anything about Tony… in four months, would you want to try a date? If I’m right, I think you feel similarly to how I feel about you. It’s a compromise. I can’t go on wondering, and you shouldn’t go on feeling guilty or wondering if or when you should move on.”
Shannon hid her face inside the hoodie she was sporting and took a deep breath thinking of Tony in that moment. “Well you’ve never been wrong about anything before, I do love you too, Bruce, but I’m still married to Tony…” She looked up at the man. “But if in four months there’s no news from Carol about...you know… then yes I will try going out on a date with you but you have to promise me that I’ll get time to mourn.” She had looked down at her hands fiddling with her ring. 
It felt wrong to even be talking about Tony as if he was already gone, as if there was no hope, but Shannon could see with some clarity that these were dark times. Times where every moment was precious and she couldn’t spend it always wondering and holding out hope that may be wasted. While she adored Tony and loved him with every fiber of her being, she also knew she loved Bruce, and had for quite some time. She didn’t see a reason or purpose to rob herself or Bruce of a potential future in a world where futures seemed rather bleak.
“Of course,” he assured. “I’m not trying to get rid of Tony or gloss over your love for him. I know you love him, I know you love him more than me. I just… I don’t want to waste any more time, for either of us, if we can be together. I’ll give you all the time you need. I just needed to know that there was even a chance for us or if… well if I needed to move on.” 
“Oh, Bruce, I’m sorry for putting you through all of this.” She had moved to face him properly. “Thank you for being so understanding of this. You’ve been such a stability for me these past two weeks.” 
“Of course,” he vowed as he held her tightly in a hug.
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You were still searching, running calculations, practicing, strengthening... You showered at least, and Shannon forced some soup down you a few times. She said she couldn’t have you dying along with everyone else. You didn’t want to break her heart any further so you ate it, and again, you remembered nutrition was important to your mission.
No news had come from Tony or anyone he might have been with so you dwelled on your anguish. Much to your surprise but not Shannon’s, Steve stopped in to see you. He asked how you were but all you did was start crying - you couldn’t help it. You hated it, you hated him seeing you like this, but at this point, what did it matter? 
When you finally gathered yourself, and Steve was rubbing your back soothingly as you leaned over your lab desk, you finally turned your head slightly to face him. 
“Steve… I’m so sorry for Bucky and Sam. I hope you don’t hold yourself accountable. You did everything you could. Hell you did more than most.”
He bobbed his head, as if he were wagering whether or not he really did. “I appreciate that. I’m sorry about Loki and Strange.” 
You nodded, not wanting to verbally acknowledge them. You knew you couldn’t without bawling, so you just nodded. “And I haven’t said it before, but I’m sorry about New York,” you emphatically said, changing the subject slightly. It’s something you’d wanted to say for a long time. 
He waved it off with that all American smile at first but you shook your head. 
“No, I’m serious. I’ve never apologized about New York to you and I want you to know it’s something that has haunted me every day. I hope you know that you, Shannon, all of the Avengers… you’re all my friends, you know? Loki… Loki and I, we were brainwashed and if I could take all of it back, believe me, I’d give about anything.”
He nodded, his smile more sincere and sweet as he slowly closed his eyes, his hand still on your back. 
“I know, Y/N. I know,” he assured. “I forgave you a long time ago. Both of you. Speaking of things we’ve never said. I don’t think anyone has ever made you an official member of the Avengers, but I’d like you to know I consider you one. You’ve been one since Ultron.”
Your gaze softened on him before you pulled him into an embrace. “Thank you,” you breathed. 
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Shannon had entered your room. It was late, which meant most of the Avengers had gone their separate ways for the evening. It seemed the only time you two could speak was late into the night, probably because you were both obsessed with searching during the day and they were precious hours. 
“Y/N/N,” she started solemnly, softly as she sat on the edge of your bed, her eyes on her hands. “It’s been twenty days since… since Thanos… And Tony, Carol… They aren’t…” 
“Shannon, you can’t--” You swallowed. “You can’t give up hope. If you give up then I have nothing, okay? Do you hear me? Nothing.”
“I know, but it’s getting so hard since--”
Just then, a rumbling cut her off. The two of you looked at each other as it got closer and louder. After a few seconds, you two realized it might be Carol, so you threw the covers off yourself and you two began running outside. Once you looked up, it was easy to see what had made all that ruckus. A rather large spacecraft was being brought in by Carol. As soon as the craft was sat down, the hatch opened, exposing a very weak Tony leaning on a blue woman. Steve rushed forward, going to Tony’s aid. 
You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You finally felt some semblance of happiness. Tony was alive. Thanos didn’t kill him. He didn’t vanish. He was okay… That could mean that… 
But you stopped yourself before you let the thoughts run too wild.
Shannon ran forward to greet him. The two fell into each other’s arms, embracing, kissing briefly. The image sent a surge of warmth through you as well as seething jealousy. Of course you were happy for them. You were thrilled, honestly. But it was hard to be happy for her when you’d lost everything. 
Everyone was concerned with Tony’s return, as they should’ve been. Bruce got him hooked up on fluids, Shannon had given him a shower, Steve helped find him some clothes. Everyone agreed that he needed to rest, as did Carol and Nebula before anything was discussed. 
None of this was said to you though, because as soon as Tony arrived, your emotions ran wild, forcing you into your room. As soon as the door closed behind you, you broke down. You knew Shannon wouldn’t leave Tony, not tonight, not for you, and she shouldn’t have to.
But you couldn’t help it. This was too painful and somehow… somehow you were bitter and resentful over it all. 
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