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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 2 months

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Kinktober Day 30: Free Use- Sif

Summary: Loki gifts you to Sif for her birthday

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Earth crushed beneath Sifs feet as she walked across the training ground, the moon high in the sky as she spotted Loki on the other side of the grounds. She gave him a confused look as she saw a gorgeous woman standing beside him.

“Loki, what are you doing here and who is this?” She narrowed her eyes questioning him.

Her questioning was met with a sly smirk from both Loki and the woman.

“This lovely woman is y/n, and I am here because she, is your birthday present for all of tomorrow.” He smirked down at the woman, the hand around her hip tightening.

“What are you talking about, Loki?” She continued to question, now getting a little annoyed.

“Well y/n here is a good friend of mine, and a very talented whore. I have spoken with her and she is your gift to use as you like for all of your birthday tomorrow.” He confidently explained, both of you with a matching smirk.

“How do I know this is not just one of your tricks, Loki?” Sif asks, eyebrow quirked and crossing her arms over her chest.

Her skepticism caused both you and Loki to chuckle.

“Come to the library tomorrow morning and see for yourself. No tricks, I promise.” He told the warrior, winking as he walked away with you wrapped in his arm.

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Sif was on guard as she walked to the library, expecting this to be another one of Lokis games, but as she sees you sitting on the couch in just your undergarments and a pretty bow around you, she started to think differently. She eyed you suspiciously as she walked over to you.

“What has Loki done to you?” She asks, interrogating you slightly.

Her continued suspicions cause you to let out a sweet giggle.

“Prince Loki has done many things to me in our time, but nothing I haven’t fully consented to or desired. It was actually I who suggested being your birthday gift. You have me for the whole day and we can do whatever you desire, my lady.” You sooth her rushing mind, but speed up her heart.

You are now standing very close before her, your chests almost touching. Still not fully grasping her gift, you take one of her hands and place it on your hip, then taking her other hand and place it on your cheek. Staring into her eyes seductively you turn your head and kiss her palm.

“I’m yours to do with whatever you desire.” You whisper to her seductively.

As if the pieces had finally come together in her mind, Sif leans forward and crashes your lips together in a hungry kiss. With both hands now on your hips, she digs her fingers into your soft flesh, while your hands card through her hair. Her kiss is hungry and powerful as she brings one hand to your ass cheek and the other to your back, forcing you further onto her body.

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After quite a heated makeout session in the library, Sif told you to dress and pick a book of your choosing. While she definitely wanted to enjoy how skilled you were at your profession, she also just wanted a quiet day away from everything.

Once you arrived down at the river on the outskirts of Asgard, Sif instructed you to strip down to your underwear and read, just wanting to look at you for a bit. You watched Sif swim naked as she watched you read (or pretend to read) with you chest on full show for the female warrior.

Exiting the cool water, Sif walked over to you. The water droplets shined on her skin like diamonds, making her appear as some beautiful vision. She smirked at you as she gently placed you to sit between her legs, your book now placed off to the side.

Her hands came down across your bare stomach, lightly tracing patterns along your skin. Slowly her fingers began to tease the waistband of your panties, sweet kisses coming down on your neck as she pushed her fingers further into your underwear.

Once her fingers reach your eager wet pussy, you let out a light gasp, earning you a chuckle from the warrior behind you.

“Though you and Loki gifted you to me for my own pleasure, it would be a great gift indeed to hear what sweet sounds I can make come out of you. Now spread your gorgeous legs for me.” She seductively whispered in your ear.

As you spread your legs, her fingers ran along the length of your pussy, gently rubbing at your clit every time her fingers reached the top. Soon enough her focus was solely on your clit, pressing down and rubbing it in rhythmic circles. Sif kissed and bit at your neck and ear as she continued playing with you, she wanted your sweet noises and that’s exactly what she got. With every moan she brought out of you, she gave you an approving hum.

Sif was not just a skilled warrior but it seems also a skilled lover, her skilful fingers bringing you to your peak quickly.

“Cum for me.” She whispered in your ear, her fingers speeding up as your body twitched and a loud moan left your lips, head thrown back onto her shoulder.

“I can see why you are Lokis favourite, I can’t wait to see your other skills. For now though, take off the rest of your clothes and join me.”

The strong warrior holds out her hand for you to stand on shaky legs. Removing your underwear she grasps your hand tighter as she leads you into the water.

As soon as you were both up to your chests in the water of the river, Sif made quick work of dragging you into her arms, holding you under your thighs as she devoured your lips once again.

Your hands made their way through her hair, tugging on it as you began to grind into her. Sif made a deep moan as she parted from your now swollen lips and began nipping and sucking at your neck, her hands beginning to knead your ass.

“I think it’s time you show me those skills Loki was talking about.” Sif breathlessly whispered in your ear as she let you back down into the water.

Leaving the water again, Sif winked over her shoulder at you, as she lay down onto the grass, legs spread and waiting. Understanding what she was asking for, you quickly make your way out of the water.

Kneeling between her spread legs, you begin to gently caress up and down the length of her pussy, collecting her wetness as you go.

“Would you prefer I use my tongue or my fingers, Lady Sif?” You ask her seductively as you stare directly into her eyes.

“Show me all the skills you possess, sweet one.” She answers, biting her lip in anticipation.

Not needing to be told twice, you smirk down at her as you begin to kiss down the length of her body. Starting at her breasts, you pepper sweet kisses and nibble over the delicate skin, sweet moans leaving her parted lips as you lick at each nipple. Your kisses and bites continue down her abdomen, over her hip bones and down towards her inner thighs, making sure to avoid her pussy for now.

As you look up to the beautiful warrior, you can see the way she looks down at you in slight frustration, playing with her own nipples and moving her hips to try to gain any friction.

“I believe I told you to show me your skills, not avoid touching me.” She half heartedly scolds.

“Patience, Lady Sif,” you tease her as you lick a long strip up the length of her wetness, “all good things to those who wait.”

Before she could retort, she was cut off by her own loud moan. You had worked her up so intensely that the sudden pleasure filled pressure on her clit felt electrifying.

Your eyes don’t look away from her pleasure filled face, as two fingers make their way to her opening. Changing from sucking on her clit to gentle licks, your two fingers slowly enter her. This new added pleasure makes her head fly back and a gasping moan leave her.

Curling up your fingers, you manage to find her sweet spot that turns her into a quaking mess. Knowing she was close to her release, you begin to suck at her clit again.

“Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” Her screams out in a moan, her fingers tugging your hair to force you closer to her clit.

Switching to a faster pace with your fingers and sucking harder on her clit, Sif begins to hump into your face as she screams out her release. With her hands falling to her side, you rise to your knees again and stare down at the panting warrior.

“Do my skills please you, my lady?” You ask cheekily, smirking down at her.

Meeting your eyes, she raises to a seated position as she raises her hands to the sides of your face, bringing you into another heated kiss. This kiss though still filled with passion, was a lot more gentle and sweet.

“Your skills please me very greatly. Perhaps we should head back, start to get ready for the feast.” She suggests peacefully, your foreheads resting against each other.

“As you wish, my lady.”

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Stepping into her bedroom, Sif finds a dress and a note laid out on her bed.

‘Dear Sif,

I hope you have enjoyed your present thus far. I have done the honours of picking out a dress I believe to suit your very obliging present.

See you tonight.

- Loki’

Lightly smirking at the note, Sif throws its to the side as she picks up the dress Loki had picked out for her gift to wear. Sif stares between the dress and your form obediently waiting for instruction, as a flirty smile grows on her face.

The dress, though elegant, was far from modest. It was tight, black and sleeveless with a large gap in the side to show off your stunning form. Sif could not wait to see you in it tonight.

“It seems our dear friend has picked out something perfect for you tonight.” Sif fully turns to you to show you the dress.

Your eyes light up at seeing the scandalous item of clothing.

“Well he certainly has taste.” You smirk back, taking the dress from her hands as you kiss her.

*****

Once at the feast, Sif could not keep her hands off of you, and the rest of the guests could not keep their eyes off the pair of you. Loki was never far away the whole evening, getting his own joy out of watching you two.

Most of the feast was spent in Sifs lap, acting as a pretty accessory she could show off and touch for the evening. You couldn’t help but grind in her lap from the way she touched you and the way her and Loki watched you.

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dino-fart · 1 year

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silver-pieces · 2 years

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pascaloverx · 2 months

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Forbidden Romance

Summary: You are in love with Prince Thor. He will soon be King and is hosting a ball between Kingdoms so he can find his future bride. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of Asgard is not ready to accept the Chief of the Royal Guard as the new Queen.

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author.

chapter two

Chapter One

A calm morning awaits you as you don your attire of the Kingsguard. The duty calls to you. Guarding the safety of the great son of Asgard is an honor. The challenge is to leave your personal feelings aside. Damn was the moment you fell in love...

"Are you sure it won't be strange for you escorting your little boyfriend to a ball designed for him to find a future wife?" Loki quips as he strides into your room without any ceremony. You brandish your sword at the level of the rejected Prince Loki.

"It's conversations like these that make me know I should hit you every time you come to my room." You speak while holding the sword tightly. Loki walks away, smiling a little too much for those who seem afraid of you.

"I came in peace. Thor asked you to stop by his room before leaving to give instructions to the Kingsguard." Loki says, laying down under his bed and swinging his feet playfully. You roll your eyes reproaching him but I understand that it's good that he's helping you and Thor.

"You know if you tell anyone about this, I'll rip your tongue out of your head, right?" You say it knowing that he'll probably enjoy you hurting him but that he would feel humiliated for being hurt by a commoner like you.

"And miss the chance to watch you two fucking everything up when my precious father notices that his favorite son is the one who will bring ruin to his kingdom." Hearing these words coming out of Loki's mouth makes everything even more real. If you and Thor are caught, you will be sentenced to death. And he will be king anyway.

"Tell your brother, I'll see him at the opening ceremony to welcome the leaders of each kingdom and their children." You say finishing and getting ready to go. But to your surprise, before you could leave your room, Thor was waiting for you. Accompanied, obviously, by the guard responsible for his security. You straighten up and bow, paying homage to the future king.

"Lynox, you may withdraw. The chief of the Kingsguard and I have a private matter to discuss." Thor says, looking at you. He scans you from top to bottom, as if he could undress you with just one look. You would like to live in a world where you could reciprocate with him. But we're not in that world.

"With all due respect, Your Highness, Lynox can witness our conversation. After all, as the second-in-command of the Kingsguard, he should be informed about matters concerning your security." You say, looking seriously at Thor and Lynox, who is unsure whether to leave or stay to listen to the conversation.

"Lynox." Thor says, and that's all it takes for Lynox to leave us alone. In the kingdom, Thor's word is only second to that of his parents. Soon, you and he are staring at each other.

"Are you proud? Your word holds more weight than mine in every corner of the kingdom. Want to test that with someone else? Your brother is in my room right now. Want to try to get him out with just a command, Your Highness?" You're upset because when you and Thor started to see each other as more than just royal guard and royalty, he promised he wouldn't walk over you.

"Dove…" He speaks so softly. His eyes watch you as his arms draw near. Thor then pulls you close to him, embracing you tightly.

"You enjoy doing things that put both my position in the Royal Guard and my life at risk. And I'm a fool for accepting it without a fight." You say, lifting your face as Thor looks down to meet your gaze. As you lock eyes, you slowly lean in towards the future king's face, being kissed by him shortly after.

"I'll talk to my father. Try to delay having to choose a wife. Or you could…" He begins, but you already step back, knowing what he's going to suggest.

"Become your mistress?" — you are revolted by the possibility of becoming the King's mistress— "To be the woman who sleeps with the King when he's not with the Queen?" Thor looks regretful about what he was about to say. You, however, look at him determinedly.

"You will never be a mere mistress to me. We could have a family together while the queen and I can have a semblance of a wedding." You laughed at Thor's foolishness. In fact, you were even afraid that Asgard was in the hands of a foolish prince.

"My love...shut up before anyone can hear all this nonsense. I'd rather die in battle than be the woman you cheat on your wife with." You say leaving disappointed with reality. This reality makes you know that you will always be just that for Thor. A head of the Kingsguard or a mistress.

You are a little shaken when you hear a noise and go after it to find out what is happening. A man dressed as royalty stands in the middle of the kingdom's trophy room. He is not known to you, you find his presence strange but you know you need to be polite when questioning him.

"This room has restricted entry. Only Asgardian Royalty can enter here. How did you manage to get past the Royal Guard?" You question using the most serious tone of voice possible. You hold tight to the tip of your sword that is attached to your waist. The man looks at you as if enchanted.

"I think the Royal Guard is busy preparing for the arrival of great royal representatives from the main kingdoms allied to Asgard. Are you usually so straight-faced with everyone?"He asks turning towards you.

"One more step and I will be forced to attack you. Tell me who are you?" You ask, almost wielding your sword, as a way of threatening the man in front of you.

"I hope you can explain to the King how you treat visitors. But since you insist on knowing, I am Steve. Son of King Tristan, future King of Kyrax." He speaks with such petulant calm. It's like he knew you would regret being hostile towards him.

"Your Highness could have told me you were a prince from the beginning. I hope you know that my approach was just security protocol. I will leave you alone." You speak cordially, trying not to show how embarrassed you are.

"However, I prefer your company. " He says as he watches you walk away. You turn around almost abruptly, confused by his revelation.

"I don't know how things are in your kingdom, Your Highness, but here commoners and royalty don't usually keep each other company unless it's essential." You speak keeping a safe distance between you and Prince Steve. Something useless since he doesn't know personal space and quickly got too close to you

"The Commander of the Royal Guard is right, Believe me, she avoids spending time alone even with me if it's not necessary." Thor says, entering the trophy room and staying close, but in a professional manner. The tension between the two is palpable and you mentally prepare yourself for what's to come.

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mymelodymia · 5 months

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Tickles // Dad!thor x daughter!reader

summary: your father gets back at you after pranking him.

Warnings: thor being evil >:/

Age: 14

Area/place: asgard.

A/N: I've been obsessed w/ dad!thor recently, pls don't judge me lol. Also it's hard writing a tickle fic when you haven't been properly tickled in probably over 2 years, but i feel most comfortable writing them so...

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You had just gotten back from visiting the team on Midgard on your own. Your father was lying on his bed, bored, playing with his long blonde hair.

You had also bought a plastic version of his hammer to prank him with.

You walked in wearing an avengers t-shirt, holding the toy in your right hand. Trotting into the large bedroom with an innocent smile on your face.

He sat up quickly to greet you with a childish grin on his face, which immediately fell when he saw you with his "hammer" in your tight grasp.

His eyes flickered between your "hammer" and his own, which had been sitting atop his bedside.

You giggled before speaking "see, told you i was worthy" you smirked as he panted in confusion. You tossed the fake hammer into his lap. He smiled as he realized that it was plastic.

"I got you didnt i?" You asked him, grinning sheepishly to yourself. thor wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and resting his head atop yours.

He wiggled his fingers on your side causing you to jump. You slapped his fingers away as he chuckled.

"You did. But, i will get my revenge" thor noted in a breathy tone. Your smirk fell as his expression transformed into a mischievous one.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being quickly pulled onto his lap with thors fingers digging into your sides. You screamed various protests to somehow stop your father.

Thor quickly bent down and blew the biggest raspberry he could just above your belly button. You screamed so loud you were sure the whole realm could hear you, and a few others.

"DAAHAHAHAHAHAHDD!! STOOHOAHAHAHPPP!! PLEEHEHEHHHHSSES!! AAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA" you spoke, clawing at your father.

"I thought you had outgrown this years ago!" Thor bellowed, he held you still easily, due to your size difference.

Before you know it, your dad was hovering over you and was sitting on your legs, which were kicking frantically to try to escape.

He blew another raspberry on your neck this time as he counted your ribs. You felt your eyes water as you screamed once again.

"Tell me, daughter, where does it tickle most?" Thor asked you, "here?" He added before blowing a quick raspberry on your neck. "Or here?" He asked, blowing a longer raspberry on your stomach, not even giving you time to process his words.

He stopped ticking for a moment so you could answer. "My tummy" you panted in between breaths.

"Good, now i know where to focus." Thor stated as you realized what a mistake you had made telling him this.

"NOO-AHHHHHAAAAAHAHAAHAHHAH!!! DAHADDHEDDDDYYYY PLEAHHEHHAHEHSSESS STOOOPPPP!" you begged as he showed no mercy.

He blew three more raspberrys before letting you go. With tear-stains on your cheeks, you punched him in the shoulder just as lady sif burst through the door.

"What happened?! I thought one of you was being killed! I was halfway across the palace when i heard some blood-curdling scream! D@mn it thor!" She cursed, slamming the door as she shook her head.

You and thor busted into laughter as she walked out.

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jackiequick · 5 months

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Marvelous OCs — Agents, Aliens, Asgardin and Assistance oh my!

Andrew J. West as The Kree Poet 📝

Earth Name: Enzo Daniel Ren Mills

Kree Name: Amos ‘ELREN’ Katz

Nickname: The Poet, Danny, Amor, Kaz, Spacey, Squirt,

Abilities: Teleportation, deep hearing, shapeshifting, and basic combat skills

Height: 5’11

Relationship Status: Single

Age: Human age 36, Kree years 42

Friends: Carol Danvers, Nick Fury, Maria and Monica Ramnbow, Coulson and a few others

Basic information:

Amos arrived on Earth in 1995, originally for a small mission for the Kree to understand and analyze connections between the human beings. He was just an new solider for them at the time, being careful and open minded about everything, he knew the mission taking photographs, scouting places and understand everyone.

But he fell in love with them, the world. Culture, people, food and services they had. The life they live being a hard one but he doesn’t mind it too much. Especially the music, sounds, films and styles. He adored it all, as if he was meant to be there! He knew he was different from the other Kree his age, he didn’t look like the others, he looked human.

Because he was—is human! With some of his memories and mannerisms forgotten from being taken over the years over there.

Sooo he went AWOL believing that since he was too young, they wouldn’t mind him gone missing guessing they would sent another experienced person to do the job. Amos changed his name and took a job in a bar becoming a poet who played his guitar there as he embraced the life on Earth.

Everything was fine until one afternoon he was working there, he noticed VERS—Carol Danvers—an Kree warrior and an young man speaking. Nick Fury, agent of SHIELD. He tried to keep an low profile around them, when VERS noticed him and called Amos over.

Fury was confused of course until VERS explained, as Amos shy away listening to the conversation and situation at hand. He sighed, even being dragged along for the ride.

In result, he met entered the SHIELD Facility meeting Coulson as him and VERS found files on the faces. SHIELD has tags on plenty of people across the country.

When he found out about that, he wasn’t proud of that kidnapping as his files said they took him when he just a young man exploring the Seattle woods stumbling upon Kree technology. He didn’t know any better, he was curious about it and wanted to understand his findings, as they knocked him out cold refusing to kill him.

Carol Danvers and Kit Ren Mills. They’re real names. Amos kept the last name part, staying as Enzo Daniel Mills. Eventually, meeting Maria and her young daughter Monica who was friends with Carol, even stumbling into Coulson while on the run.

They met an little alien designed as a kitty cat named Goose, but Amos was willing to call the cat Chewie due to him recently watching Star Wars and the cat was a fur ball in his opinion. Nick even wanted to keep him!

After the overwhelming mission was over, he decided to stay in contact with Fury, becoming an unofficial member of the agency that is SHIELD. Fury code named him, ‘Spacey’ and ‘Kaz’ having him the an extra pair of eyes and ears sometimes calling in if there is an odd occurrence some part of the world.

As for Maria and Monica, he stays in touch with them. Coming over to visit with his guitar, movie nights, as they teach him/help remember the missing years he had on Earth.

And for Carol, they became friends as she nicknames him ‘Squirt’ and he rolled his eyes. They shared an experience and understanding of not knowing who they truly are, learning to become themselves and experience life themselves. Reporting their concerns on Earth & Space as well, telling Fury all about it.

Hell, Enzo is supportive of her becoming a mother down the line and encourages Carol’s path as a hero meanwhile he stays an bit of an musician.

He remembers meeting a young Michelle Danvers, being a spitting image of her mother with a love for music and a dazzling grin that portrayed some enlightened powers. Enzo blamed himself for the music part as he showed her all the type of Earthquaking music and poetic lyrics he could find. But Michelle loved it very much!

Phoebe Tonkin as The Explorer Of Healing🌌

Full Earth name: Donna Winnifred (D.W.) Clark

Asgardin name: Lady Mira Damaris

Nicknames: Donny, D.W., Winnie, Ms. Clark, Mama bird and etc

Abilities: Healing anyone physical with a flick of a wrist or her fingertips. She’s also great as strategy

Relations: Lady Sif, Loki, Thor, Möbius, Fandral & The Warriors 3

Height: 5’8

Age: Over less than a thousand years old, human years 28

Basic information:

She was married to Lady Sif and in love with Fandral for a while (they’re dead now soo she’s single). She’s part of the Warriors 3 for years. Traveling the lands, healing and helping people, fights among the Realms and plenty of parties

She loves it but there was one places she hasn’t been to often nor explored every well, Earth. Sif and the warriors 3 were afraid for her safety and at odds with the idea of Midgard due to the fact it might be harmful.

Hell Thor wasn’t too pleased with it since he already been to Earth twice already but he scared she won’t adjust to it well. Yes, she already been to Midgard before when she met to get him back to Asgard in 2011 but she didn’t stay long to get an experience of it all.

She assured them that she will be fine and make sure not to get into too much trouble, promise to return back home. Even if people might see her as a witch if she uses her powers to heal someone or two, it was in her nature to help.

Due to her stubbornness and sweet tooth nature, she took to Earth’s culture with an odd turn. She had a strategy to go there and get a feel for the people, helps them secretly if she found someone hurt. Yes, Mira was scared and a little cocky to be there on her own seeing plenty of people walking past her however the fresh treats of the fall time soften her up.

She was a coffee shop in Las Vegas when it started, seeing everyone in their busy lives meanwhile other people were taking it slow. She was taking in and reading the small books they offered customers to take as entertainment, aside from the TV and music of course, Mira smiled softly taking it all in. She remembers Thor’s stories about The Avengers with their kids and Pop-Tarts, his tales about Jane, Bruce Banner and Tony Stark in their lab. The book she was reading had plenty of names in them, she decided to play around with a piece of paper writing them and try to adopt an persona with them.

Ms. Clark, Winnifred, Athena, Sally, Jamie, and Ruth. None of them went right to her, at least Winnifred Clark stuck in her head. She liked it, using it as she smiled.

The next few days, she stumbled across movies in the motel she staying and walks long the park, when she saw a little girl hurt and she rushed over to her help her. She fell off the monkey bar and her arm was hurting, the little girl Maya Sullivan who in the future would grow to become a Lawyer and an TVA agent, she was pouting upset but she wasn’t scared of Mira letting her help her. Once she did, Mira told her to keep a secret as she healed her with the touch her fingers and a gentle welcoming smile. Maya gasped saying, “You’re magic like a fairy or something! Thank you so much.” The girl happily ran off and left.

Mira smiled sheepishly and felt good, accomplished what she wanted, to help anyone who came in her path. She was lucky enough for it to be a sweet little blonde like her with such firey spirit, smarts and kindness in her.

Later on though, she would be found out by Phil Coulson as he was on a mission with his team to entrap an Enchanting witch from Asgard, along with Lady Sif’s help as she was the one to come to the man originally for guidance on the matter. Once it was delivered and done, Coulson thanked both women and they thanked him in return for his efforts. Sif returned home to Asgard with a smile but Mira to stay a bit long to experience Midgard’s finest things, Coulson gave her the Earth name ‘Donna’ afterwards since she was undercover for them during that period of time of the mission.

Eventually of course, her trip to Midgard came to an end knowing she return back to experience some more. Years went by, Mira did visit Earth accompanying Thor and meeting the Avengers/Young Avengers with delightful things to remember about them. Things went as far as Mira, also known as Donna Winnifred Clark, was brought onto some adventures at the TVA meeting Möbius and the others.

Colin Donnell as Agent Of Clearnce🕹

Full name: Alexander Thomas Boyd

Age: 32

Height: 5’10

Nicknames: Alex, Alec, Tommy, Agent, Stars, Chaser

Relationship Status: Singles

Friends: Henry Stacy, Maria Hill, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Phil Coulson, Captain Danvers and a few others

Skills: Getaway driver, sharpshooter, archery, basic training with hand to hand combat, wound care, levels of communication, distraction and etc

Basic information:

This man has no patience at all. He’s nice and flirty, but he got a temper that is always ticking. He’s quick, smart, and a tendency to lay low to do his job for an nice paycheck.

Alex was always one to shoot first, ask questions later when it came to his job not just combat but as archer as well. His father was well respected in archery, working for crime bosses around his town and a few gangsters, which let Alex down a similar situation taking down men who he had himself believed were doing wrong in his cities. Making sure he was never seen, in taking moments in 3 story buildings to land his shooting skills into someone’s back then reporting back to his boss with results.

Get in and get out.

Soon enough he was spotted in by Phil Coulson’s agents after Agent Romanoff’s gave the man a tip of someone who was in the same position as she was during a mission. Since that very night, a millionaire called Damon Calver was being an old ass and transferring his money into vials of Vertigo doses as a drug for people. Alex was originally there to shoot a couple of personalized arrows into the man’s equipment and transfer the money to end the man as bankrupt instead. Everything was going fine until SHIELD showed up, giving him a proper proposal to stop Damon from his wrongdoing and after a while, Alex accepted the request.

Afterwards, he found himself being brought in SHIELD, meeting Coulson, along with the others. They always gave the man an offer to join SHIELD, telling Alex about their organization. Saying, beforehand, things at SHIELD used to be simple but over the years things got kinda crazier due to Aliens, Androids, Asgardins and Wizards coming left and right.

Alex is a rather chill guy, a helper on the floors running around headquarters on errands and scouting cities in different departments in the area. But he never stayed forever, wanting to do things his own way but if SHIELD needed backup he would make time out of his schedule to get some work done for them.

Always assigned to introduce new recruits and shipments out to people, hanging out with other agents and encounters new people every so often. He’s always someone’s right hand depending on a missions and curious on the circumstances of the situation. For example, he was tasked with getting files of the main 6 Avengers such as Bruce Banner and Tony Stark, reporting to his boss.

With his short lived medical background, Alex has always been an agent with the quick skill set to patch and take care of an agents wounds, being brought in my the medicine department for certain damage control.

Not just that, he was always well versed in wound care due to his past of being a sniper in high place taking down shots making sure where to hit and how clear his target had to be. Such as in 2011 when Thor came to New Mexico, he was one of agents tasks to taser the god of thunder to drop to his knees and shot him, if he did anything funny. It’s where he met Agent Barton that same night along with his darling wife and daughter years later.

If you ask him how many Avengers and X-Men are there, he will just tell you “Ah well, at this time there is a whole bunch of them, including their kids!”. He loves it though, since there is alway something interesting going on the news reports.

Victoria Pedretti as Assistant to the rich and famous 🖨

Full name: Josie Madeline Stone

Nicknames: The helper, JoJo, Maddie, Stony, Mother Goose, Potts Jr, The babysitter and etc

Age: 24

Height: 5’3

Worked for/with: The Starks, The Felton’s, The Richards, The Osborns, The Pyms. Mostly whenever the agency sends her out

Relationship Status: Single but always willing to mingle!

Skills: Languages, hand to hand combat due to boxing classes, patience, communication and time management

Basic information:

She grew up in New Orleans with a simple education and a nice set of friends. Her family life wasn’t the best with her parents sometimes working late hours, resulting in her having to help raise her siblings and figure out what job she wanted.

She had no idea what she wanted to do, more focused on being in the moment instead and enjoying herself.

But she was always into the idea of helping others, learning about other’s experiences and taking care of people. She has been very hesitant and scared about raking on the tasks, standing in the corners watching others instead.

Eventually that resulted in her realizing she liked social work, human relations and resources, and being an honest assistance to others. She became one of the assistants for a new media companies and small businesses, eventually working her way up into working at an agency.

Due to the agency, she was tossed into becoming one of the accounting assistants for Hope Van Dyn for a while, it was a simple and rather nice experience. Soon enough, the agency would sent her to be one plenty people to bounce between The Starks & The Feltons.

The Feltons, she was a little unmotivated and tired running around the children such as Rochelle and her siblings. As well her cousin Liane when she visited was rather annoying. Their parents dropped her of as the coined phrase ‘The Babysitter’ or ‘The Help’ since they saw Joise as so young at the time and easy to please, thinking she a simple nanny.

Joise wasn’t sure if she was a right fit for helping the rich and famous families, to experience it all when she was hired for The Felton. However, she made it work finding tips and tricks to please the kids and teenagers. They just wanted some attention and a bit of freedom, so she gave that to them around the house.

As for work, it was mainly a lot of odd emails she had to respond to and events reschedule for the family. The Feltons left her in the dark for a lot things, telling her to only do as she’s told and will be payed soon enough. Josie would sigh muttered, “Pym was easier..” as she would type up another email or knock on Ms. Felton’s bedroom door to remind her of a 5 o’clock meeting. Plenty of photoshoots to attend, parties to plan, following the weekends with children going to the malls, and in house organized events. But a lot of rooms and meetings were always kept out of her hands, but due to her sources she always got a tip or two about what happened in the rooms.

It was an spectacular surprise working for The Starks however. As it was, Jason who called a few agencies to send some help around the house. Whatever assistance is appreciated with 3 kids (yes, Tony Stark is a grown up kid sometimes according to him, Peggy, Maria and Pepper) for a while. Josie along with her co-workers, loved being able to stand on the sidelines and watching the routines, becoming familiar with things and helping out when needed.

Pepper loved it, Jason treated her like a little gem with how kind she was. Tony found it to be a charming addition around the house, meanwhile Maria Winter flirted with her whenever she visited.

Since Rei was just a kid at the time, he actually liked her finding it nice to have someone else beside his mother or godfather picking him up school, listening to his ideas, organizing movie nights and etc.

When Josie wasn’t playing with kids, such as giving them piggyback rides, she was handling the finer things around the house like paperwork, cleaning up the place and ordering stuff needed. As well as going to meeting with Tony and Pepper, making sure thing were always kept up-to-date and she was always in on whatever situation was happening.

Similar to other families like Reed Richard’s family. But like anything, there were families with high security and tough pasts to uncovers, and if she was lucky enough for it, she got information from them about it.

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impossible to reach • heimdall, chapter one.

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― pairing: heimdall x greek goddess!reader

― summary: being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn't as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse? – for the chapter: heimdall is annoying but you enjoy it.

― wc: 2.7k

― warnings & tags [for the chapter]: fluff, no mind reading, classic heimdall actions and manners, y/n being self-confident, flashbacks (little), monologue, touching, & more in the chap! enjoy. [also, so sorry for the wait but I really had to create a way about how I will use events in the story in right way and time, so, I hope this chap will make you forgive me about the days I didn’t publish this. ^^ *kisses every one of you*]

traveling around the asgard made you realize one thing at highest point than others; aesir people were living the most comfortable life they could get thanks to all-father who they have worshipped with all their living beings. contrary to them, all people outside this realm were having difficult times that too hard to survive fully. it made you sad and angrier than before because coming from a world under the judgment of zeus, your father, who looked a lot like odin in terms of being the worst dad of all times; they could make a disaster duo if they would come across to each other. both zeus and odin only were fighting for their own advantages by doing all dirty things such as using their own sons to conquer like they hadn’t their own choices.

looking at heimdall who was currently having an annoying time thanks to your dumb questions selected by you in pure purpose – it was fun to tease him since you two nearly were similar at age and mind, you realized how he was control of his father but you didn’t know whether it was a choice of his own or odin’s manipulation – maybe both because you knew how someone who needed love could give all of their royalty to the person who gave them a little affection only to use them. the path heimdall was walking on once belonged to you.

zeus, cruel and egoistic god who was your and kratos’ father, did same to you; giving you a fake love in order to make you believe he was – home, he was all you got as a family. he even tried to make you see kratos as your biggest enemy. the power you hold referred to a great weapon for zeus and seeing heimdall from this close, you could say how tables turned same for him. even if he was cocky and annoying, you pitied him, in a good way, having sympathy towards him which you could not show not to him, not to anyone. you only had one job; bring chaos to the asgard before the ragnarok begin to help your brother and nephew who were new targets of odin after kratos killed baldur; his best tracker.

however, whether you would kill all of the gods who cross your path was unanswered in your mind since you have seen them closely. some of them looked like they didn’t want war either but still, they had connections with odin and respect his choices of ruling realms. they needed to see the truth; odin only was a god who wanted power, peace and wisdom for him, not anyone else. others meant only weapons and tools which he could sacrifice without thinking twice.

turning to a statue of odin, you asked to heimdall who put a certain distance between you and him but not turning any other side than your posture. “do you love him that much?” sudden question took heimdall surprised and confused at the same time.

“what do you mean?” he asked, crossing arms together, “he is all-father. of course I love him that much.”

“so, the love you have for him is making your foresight go blind, hm.” it was rather a statement than a question. you knew it was all early to make him see his father’s doings but somehow, maybe feeling such emotions about his life that was similar to yours, you wanted to at least try. in the end, he could understand everything like mimir did.

when confused and angry expressions stayed on his face, like he was so concentrated about something, you shrugged, walking to the an area in which some aesir people were training along with valkyries who were watching them. when some of eyes turned to you and heimdall, the lord of the asgard and the enemy of it walking side by side, you felt awkwardness, so, you turned to heimdall who was looking at his surroundings now.

“you can’t read my mind, right?” you asked once again and now, he was angrier than before, especially when you left a chuckle.

“what’s funny?” he asked in pure annoyed tone, studying your body language from head to toe and making you a little nervous because it was long ago since a man was this close to you. you couldn’t count odin since it was all a play.

“you.” you said, honest. you weren’t trying to be rude or savage, no, you just liked to his company even if you had to keep this as a secret. he was the first god from asgard that gave you some joy. “because you shouldn’t be angry, heimdall.” when his name came out of your mouth so gently, he stopped for a second with confused face, making you stop in your trail too. now, you were standing in the middle of an open area, probably for fighting and training. people of aesir and valkyries stayed on your behind, not so visible from this distance but you knew how some of them kept looking at you, wondering what business you had with odin and his precious son, heimdall.

mimir said they didn’t like heimdall that much in the asgard because of his arrogant and egoistic behavior and you should give credit to them because knowing someone there to read your mind, see your intentions maybe more than you do is a hard to endure. from the perspective of heimdall, it was worse than ever. you couldn’t imagine how it was terrifying to hear all of that voices from others just for odin. knowing that odin never helped his son in this situation rather than using it for his own benefit, you smiled friendly and that made heimdall furrow his eyebrows.

“you shouldn’t be angry because now, you have a distraction.”

“a distraction? what made you think that you have such influence on me? no one can distract me, sunshine.”

you rolled your eyes. little time you spent with him but you already acknowledged his defensive mechanism; trying to see himself at the top of everything, greater than others, to actually feel powerful and known among others. he needed to know that the first person who should see him as an individual with emotions and thoughts rather than odin’s loyal son was all him, not anyone else. he should see himself, understand himself and love himself.

“I didn’t tell it was me, did I? but oh,” you intentionally bowed a little to his chest and pat his shoulder with yours like you were the best friend for a long time, “I forgot you could not read my mind. sorry.”

he looked so annoyed but for some reason, he didn’t move from your touch which was close regarding you two met just 3 hours ago. “oh, how funny.” then, he faked a laugh and you chuckled, feeling so natural around him even though you only knew him so little.

“if you found it funny I can make one of my famous jokes!”

he looked irritated by your high pitched sound, rolling his eyes, he said, “I am glad I do not see that brain of yours. I guess it is all the same in there like outside; all dummy and empty.”

you pat his shoulder, making him flinch for a moment before acting like it didn’t mean anything for him, “what you wanna believe pretty boy.”

you started to walk but when he didn’t move one bit, you turned to him, seeing an unreadable expression on his face as he kept looking at you with shinier moving eyes of his. indeed, it was a curse to be able to read minds all the time but now, you realized how you wanted to have this gift of his only to have a slight knowledge about what he was thinking in the moment because for the first time, he looked – unreadable. that was surprising and yet, impressive because in the end, he really had an individual unlike he choose to show to outside like a mask he put on his face to hide his identity – the real one, not the one odin put in him with his manipulation.

“what?” you asked, sounding curios and concern.

“don’t call me that.” he said, venom coming within his voice tone – sharp and mad. “never again.”

“what? pretty b –“

he was fast. he was really good at speed and you realized it when he suddenly appeared in front of you, close – so close, and holding your arms with a strong grip, making you look up to see his face. he was taller and from this closeness, there was only a centimeter between your nose and his lips. it was dangerously close and you could feel raising venom inside you from head to toe because the way he didn’t fear you like any other did and took a very close stance towards your body after such a long time were enough to make your stomach crumble with both anger and excitement.

“are you really that brave to not obey something I ordered?” he said, sounding calmer than before but still holding heavy breaths which were hitting your face and giving your core chill without your control.

he was – he was looking good. with that eyes of his, golden hair that braided beautifully, and –

he furrowed his eyes, and you realized that you should give him an answer right away before he tries too hard to enter your head which he could at any moment but he shouldn’t know that there was a spell on you to keep his mind away from yours – not ‘till you accomplish your main focus on here.

“and are you really dumb to hold me like this?” you shook your arms and by the force of it, his hands loosened his power on the grip, leaving you free. you took a step forward, dangerously and determined. he took a step backward, confused and lost. “don’t think that I am a goddess who will take orders from anyone. do that again and you will face consequences.” you smirked, holding him from his chin, gently.

his purple eyes turned to your fingers on his body and then, to your face again. “and I call you whatever I like, pretty boy.”

with a mischievous wink which was a way to show him that you were the one who held superiority, you turned to other side, leaving him standing there for a while before he rejoined you, a dead silence between you.

“don’t worry.” you said, “we will not see each other that much from now on.”

both you and him knew it was impossible since you were with odin now but neither you nor him questioned him because there was a fact that you wanted to see him again – and he did too even though you didn’t know.

•

“oh, looks who are here!” odin said, happiness all over his voice. he was in his own personal room in which he was working on some papers that were placed on the table he was standing behind along side a god who had a massive body – even bigger than kratos, red hair and beard, blue eyes reflections of the sky, and a hammer on his belt. his body was covered with tattoos. from the way he looked and the weapon he was carrying on, you guessed he was thor – the god of thunder who liked to kill people – a lot. “y/n,” odin took your attention back to him when you stood still, watching heimdall took the furthest place in the room from you. “good to see you once again. I hope my boy didn’t create any trouble out there. right, heimdall?”

you nodded, “the trip was fun. asgard is more beatiful than they said.” you were being honest. Not wanting to make him mad at heimdall for anything, you added, “heimdall was a good company.” it wasn’t a lie either but heimdall looked like he couldn’t tell if it was the truth or not.

smiling more, odin nodded, pointing thor whose eyes were on you, looking uninterested about your presence but endure it for the sake of odin who probably had him in here ‘till you two arrived.

“my other son, thor.” odin introduced him to you and you nodded, giving thor a hand for him to greet you.

“y/n,” you said, “the sister of kratos.” in your previous life in the greek world, you always had introduced yourself as the daughter of zeus, like heimdall was doing now. you felt such power and proud manner while saying it because you were not the clever self you were now; blind to crimes zeus were committing while using his sons and daughters including you – mostly you even. however, it all changed when kratos came into your life and from that day, you began to introduce yourself as his sister and while saying that, it came out of your mouth so naturally and as it's supposed to be.

but when you saw the way thor’s expression changed from uninterested to angry one in a second, you remembered one thing you had not to forget in the first place; magni and modi. you cursed yourself – how could you forget about them!

thor’s hand found yours in instant but with the most hostile way ever. his grip were stronger than heimdall’s and he sure wanted to kill you in the moment.

not showing any fearless – just an empathy about his boys, you added, “glad to meet you.”

“yeah?” he asked, in a deep voice, sounding alarming. his hold on your smaller hand ended when odin faked a cough, making him obey his dad. thor nodded, saying, “yeah, yeah, all the same.” lowly.

odin left his table, coming to your side and holding you from where heimdall held you; hands on the arms. the gesture gave you realization that how heimdall’s touch didn’t bothered you or gave you any annoyed manner but when odin touched you, you only felt – disgusted. was it because the difference of the meaning of their holds or was it the owners of touches? it was odd and you had no answer.

“they can get a little weird when they meet strangers. but, oh,” odin smiled, “you are no stranger anymore, are you?”

you tried to look nice, so, you gave him a smile, “they even don’t know me in here, odin. the aesir people, valkyries and even your sons –“

“honey, don’t worry about it.” odin said, caressing your arms before leaving you alone. the nickname he started to give you were making your stomach ache on its own. you wondered how you would continue to endure this whole thing when it turned out to something you don’t want. odin pointed to outside, “there is a preparation now for your arrival – a feast. sif is already at work to complete it and after some hours, it will begin. everyone in here will get to know you.”

a feast? well, that was unexpected and since you didn’t like being the main focus of lots of people, you began to feel anxious about it. how could you face a bunch of people who would give you looks that would make your blood boil, wanting to finish all of them in there. but you remembered how you promised to kratos – your own brother. so, you kept calm, looking at odin who was pointing to heimdall now.

“heimdall.” he said, turning to you, “he will be your companion in the feast since I have a certain job to do after the introducing part. would you mind that, dear?”

heimdall crossed his arms and was ready to say ‘but’ to his father but you smiled happily, “of course not. heimdall would be happy to join me, right?”

odin turned to heimdall with a look in his face that alerting him to say the right words; the words you wanted to hear.

heimdall took the defeat, nodding to his father and giving you a look like he was trying to say he was going the night worse than you could imagine. however, it wasn’t bad because rather than thinking how odin would introduce you to the asgardian people, you began to dream how you would have fun with heimdall’s company, giving him all annoyance he deserved.

also, for some reasons which you couldn’t tell yet, you liked the idea being beside him in a room which both you and he would hate.

odin smiled proudly, “then, go and get changed, dear. this is your day after all, right?”

oh, it exactly going to be your day.

to be continued.

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They Find you Having a Nightmare

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Tony Stark: "Y/N? What's going on?" says your boyfriend, Tony, rolling over when he hears you making noise. You're clearly still asleep, but whimpers of pain escape your lips every few seconds. Your eyebrows cross as your nose wrinkles.

"No! Please Dad! Stop! It hurts! Dad! Stop! Stop please!" You call out in your sleep, hands curling into fists on your chest, clutching at the top you stole from Tony's closet.

"Y/N, baby, it's okay! You're safe now. You're not there anymore! Wake up baby! Wake up Y/N!" says Tony, frantically shaking your shoulder, trying to wake you. "Baby, wake up! Wake up, love!"

"Huh?! What happened?!" you say, bolting upright, finally waking.

"Oh, thank god. You were having a nightmare again baby. Come here, I'll hold you. Let's go back to sleep, it's not quite morning yet. We can still get a few hours before you need to get up for work." he says, pulling you back down into a laying position, but rolling you so you're cuddled up against his chest.

"Sorry Tones. I hope I didn't disturb you too much."

"You never disturb me babe. Go to sleep, four o'clock is going to come around really fast. Don't worry about it." he says, pecking you forehead, encouraging you to relax into him further.

Pepper Potts: As Pepper comes home from another day at Stark Industries, instead of finding you dancing around the kitchen while making dinner, she finds a quiet apartment. Almost too quiet. "Y/N? Baby, where are you?" she asks into the silence. That's when she hears it, a quiet whimpering coming from your shared bedroom. Hurriedly, she kicks off her stilettos and makes her way to where the noise is coming from.

"No, Pep, please don't leave me! Please, I need you Pep! I'm nothing without you, I'm a mess. You know that! Come back please!" you beg, obviously asleep. Tears roll down your pale cheeks. Pepper kneels down in front of you, before softly taking your face in her hands, wiping your tears away with her thumbs.

"Y/N, baby, wake up. Wake up for me sweetie. You're okay, I'm never going to leave you." she coos, helping wake you from your nightmare.

"Pep! Oh Pepper! Oh thank god you're here!" you cry, waking suddenly and throwing your arms around her neck.

"Hey baby. It's alright, I've got you. Pepper's here, my love. Calm down, take a deep breath. I'm never going to leave you, not for anyone." she soothes, rubbing your back underneath your sleep shirt. Minutes pass and slowly your breathing settles back down to its normal pace. "Feeling better, babes?"

"Yeah, thanks Pepper. Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay, as long as you feel better now. My pretty little baby. My needy little baby." she coos, pulling back to pinch your cheek, causing you to whine unhappily.

"Pepper! Stop! Don't like that!" you complain, pouting at your girlfriend. She chuckles, leaning forward, kissing the pout off of your lips.

"Cutie!"

You roll your eyes at that. "Pep, I just woke up from a nightmare, I'm dressed in a massive shirt and barely there panties. I'm the opposite of cute right now." You complain, flopping onto your back, draping an arm over your eyes to block out the sun.

"You'll always be a cutie to me, Y/N. Even in your crappy Walmart brand sleep shirts and barely there panties and messed up hair." she teases, standing up bedside the bed.

"Hey! Leave my Walmart shirts out of this! It's all I can afford, I don't make nearly half of what you do, Pep. You know that."

"You realize I am willing to buy you nicer things, right babes?"

"No! Charity is not allowed! You're lucky I let you pay the rent for this place."

"It's not charity baby. It's called a gift. My pretty baby deserves pretty things." she coos, pulling you out of the bed and planting light kisses to the crown of your head.

Peter Parker: "Morning babe. How'd you sleep?" you say, as Peter slides his arms around your waist and leans down slightly to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty good, caught a robber last night, that was fun. How about you? Was it a good night or a bad night?"

“Bad. Had a nightmare again. But it's okay, I got five hours, I'm all good." You say, like getting less than eight hours a night was normal and healthy.

"I thought I told you to call me if you had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep. Why didn't you?"

"Because Pete, you need your sleep, I can do without. It's fine, just drop it okay? We've got to get to homeroom." you say, sliding out of his grasp, shutting your locker.

"Babe! Don't be like that! You know I care about your health, mental and physical. At least tell me what the nightmare was about?"

"Alright, fine. I watched you and May die and I couldn't do anything about it. I cried for about half an hour while my coffee brewed. Once I had my coffee I was fine. I'll see you in Chemistry Pete." you say, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yep, see you in Chem." he says, returning the affection before you disappear into your homeroom.

Sam Wilson: As Sam comes home from his morning run he notices you on the couch, sleeping somewhat peacefully. "She must've gotten back from work while I was out." he mutters, heading past you to the bathroom for a shower. After his shower, he quickly changes and heads back out to the living room, expecting to find you still sleeping peacefully. What he wasn't expecting to find was you wide awake and panting. "Y/N? Are you okay?" he asks, sitting down on the couch arm, placing an apprehensive hand on your shoulder.

"Ahh!" You scream, before noticing who's in front of you. "Oh, sorry Sammy. I, uh, had a nightmare again. Don't worry about it, though. Sorry for screaming in your face." you say, cringing away from him slightly.

"Hey, it's okay. You have issues, we all do. Just relax, I'll go get you some water, okay?" he says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He gets off of the arm and starts making his way towards the kitchen.

"Wait! Sammy!" you call after him.

"Yeah babe?" he asks, turning back to face you.

"Can you get me some of that juice I like instead, please?" you give him puppy eyes.

"Of course I can. Anything for you, babe."

Steve Rogers: Steve wakes up to his alarm going off, and notices you're not in the bed beside him. Confused, he glanced towards your ensuite bathroom. The light's off as well. "Oh shit. She probably had a nightmare again." He mutters, getting up out of bed. He grabs a shirt and throws it on before heading into the rest of the compound. He comes into the kitchen to see you sitting at the island, a cup of coffee in front of you.

"Morning Stevie. Sorry for leaving you, I couldn't go back to sleep. There's coffee in the pot if you want some." You say, smiling sheepishly at the super soldier.

“Morning princess, how's the hips?" He teases, kissing your head.

"A little sore, you left hand prints you know?" You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You wink at him, pulling up the side of your shirt to show him the edge of the bruise he left.

"Seriously, I did? Wow, I didn't mean to baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?" He says, shocked.

"The usual. You and the team dead. Fury dead. But I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Stevie."

"Are you sure bubs? Normally you can get back to sleep. What was different this time?"

"Nothing Stevie. Remember I went to bed earlier than normal last night?"

"Oh right, forgot that. I fucked you so well you were too tired to stay up, even for aftercare. " He says getting a coffee mug out.

"Yeah. I need a shower, want to join me or are you gonna go on a run today?" You say, finishing your coffee off with one big gulp.

Steve looks at you, looks at the coffee mug in his hand before putting it back into the cupboard quickly. "Let's go, I can run tomorrow." He says grabbing you by your waist, swinging you over his shoulder with ease. You giggle as he carries you back down the hall.

Bucky Barnes: "Doll! Wake up!" Yells Bucky, aggressively shaking your shoulder. You were having a terrible nightmare. Kicking, screaming, hitting. With one final scream you shoot upright, breathing heavily. You clutch at your chest, feeling your heart race. "Y/N, it's alright. You're here with me, it's James. Breathe doll. Take a deep breath for me, hun. There, that's better. Just breathe doll, I'm not going anywhere. You're alright. You're never gonna have to face him again. I promise. We will protect you." He says, knowing that the reason for your nightmare was your abusive ex-fiancé.

"Bucky?"

"Yeah doll? I'm right here. F. R. I. D. A. Y. turn on the bedside lamp please. Hey, look at me doll. What wrong?"

"I just want you to know that I- I love you, Buck. I love you a lot."

"I love you too doll. Why don't you try to get some more sleep? I'll be right here, as always." You nod, laying back down, curling into your boyfriends side, clinging to his waist, pulling him to lay with you. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. turn the lamp back off." He mumbles, holding you to his side protectively.

Bruce Banner: You lay in your bed panting as your husband leaves the room to fetch you a glass of water. When he returns, he sets the glass on the bedside table and gently pulls you into a sitting position. "Y/N, breathe for me love. Take deep breaths, you had a real bad fright. You need to bring your heart rate down before you drink anything, otherwise you will likely choke. Y/N, look at me. He's in jail, you never have to worry about him again. I promise my love, you're safe from him now." says Bruce, rubbing your back and planting tender kisses on your forehead.

"Brucie, what if he gets out? What am I supposed to do if he gets out?" you say, eyes teary.

"He won't, he's in for life Y/N. And if on the off chance that he escapes, the team will take him out. We've got you, love."

Natasha Romanoff: "What is it, babe?" says your girlfriend over the phone, clearly having just woken up to answer your call. Even though you're only a few floors away from her, you had to call her, you couldn't convince your body to move.

"Nat, can- can you come to my r-room?" you sniffle, tears rolling down your cheeks. You hear the rustling of her bed sheets as she gets up.

"Yeah I can baby! What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare again, love?" she says, her bedroom door creaking shut in the background.

"Mhm, I can't move Natty. It's happening again! I can't move!" you cry, sobs shaking your entire body, despite you not being able to move your limbs. You can hear her bare feet run up the stairs of the compound, and try to calm yourself down, but the hysteria takes over you an the phone falls out of your hand onto the bed.

"Baby! Y/N, I'm coming sweetie! Listen to my voice Y/N. Listen to me, my lyubov. I need you to breathe for me. Y/N! You need to breathe for me!" She says, opening the stairwell door, practically sprinting down the hall to your bedroom. She quickly throws your door open, letting it bang against the wall, and rushes to your bedside. "Hey! Look at me baby! Look at me Y/N! Hey, hi. Yeah, breathe for me dorogoy. Good, yes! Just like, that my lyubov. Just relax everything for me. There you go my lyubov. Do you want to tell me about it?" She coos, stroking your hair away from your face.

"It was the Chitauri. You and the whole team dead. Loki on a throne, chaos." you whimper, leaning into your girlfriends hand.

"They're gone dekta. You don't need to worry about that. Loki is back on Asgard where he belongs." she comforts you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Clint Barton: As you walk into your apartment you notice Clint's bow sitting on the couch and you can hear the tap running in the bathroom. You close the door and lean against it, waiting for him to emerge so you can throw yourself at him. When he finally does leave the bathroom you do just as you had planned and attack him in a hug but not before noticing the cuts, scrapes and healing bullet wounds on his bare upper body. "You're home!" you cry out, burying your face in his neck. You let your tears run, and practically bawl into his neck.

"Hey baby! Y/N? What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hugging you back. The sobs wrack through you body, leaving you shaking terribly in between the heaves. He gently shushes you as he carries you over to the couch. He pushes his bow to the floor with a clatter and sits down on the cushions, pulling you into his lap in order to comfort you. He rocks you back and forth gently as you continue to cry.

"You got shot at!? Again?!" you whimper, brushing light finger tips over the healing wounds. He nods, stroking your hair. "Oh god, it's all coming true. Oh shit. Clint, what if you die?! What am I supposed to tell our friends if you go out on a mission one day and don't return?" you ask, tears coming to your eyes once more.

"Y/N, don't be upset! Don't start crying again love! It's fine, I'm fine. Now, tell me, what's got you reacting like this?" he croons, rubbing your back and pressing butterfly kisses to your forehead.

"I had a nightmare, you had gone on a mission with Nat and Coulson and they returned but you didn't. They said you died in gunfire. I was so terrified when I woke up." you say, your body still shaking.

"I promise that won't happen any time soon. I have the next two weeks off. Let's just relax and cuddle for a bit, alright?"

"Okay, that sounds nice." you say, trying to continue to take deep breaths and slow the shaking to a minimal amount."

Wanda Maximoff: You slip from your bed and pad across the room towards the door. Trying to be quiet you open the door, intending to slip out into the hall and go sit in the main room until the others began to wake. Your plan fails quite quickly because as you open the door, the hinges creak surprisingly loud, waking your girlfriend. "Y/N? Why are you out of bed? Where are you going, kitten?" she asks, sitting up in the bed, cocking her head to the side confused.

"Was going to the main room Wands. Didn't mean to wake you, sorry." you mumble, ears drooping on top of your head. Your tail dips down to rest between your legs.

"Why were you goin' to the main room, kitten?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had a nightmare again." you whisper under your breath.

"Y/N, kitten, you need to speak up. I didn't hear a thing you just said." she coos.

"Had a nightmare Wands. Scared me and didn't wanna bother you." you admit, bowing your head, ashamed.

"Baby, if you have nightmare you wake me up! Come here my love. No need to be ashamed, everyone gets them. Come here, yes, come back to bed little one. You're safe here. Come cuddle with me, kitten." says Wanda softly. Abashedly you walk back over to the bed and climb in with her again. She gently grabs your waist and pulls you across the mattress so you're laying against her chest. She begins to hum an old Sokovian lullaby to you, while scratching behind your ears. Your feline instincts tell you to curl up in to her, to wrap your tail around her thigh. So you give in and do just that.

When she finishes the song, you're practically asleep. "Wanda?" you mumble into her chest.

"Yes kitten? Something wrong?" she asks, quietly.

"Nothin's wrong. Just wanted you to know I wuv you." you slur, nuzzling closer to her.

She chuckles quietly, continuing to rub at your ears. You purr unconsciously, enjoying the feeling of her nails on your scalp. "I love you too kitten. Go to sleep now honey." She whispers, kissing your temple.

Pietro Maximoff: "No. No, no no. No. He can't be! You promised me he would come back Stark! Same with you Steve. You promised me my boyfriend would come back alive and well!" you shout. Pietro looks over at you, noticing that you're asleep and having a nightmare. He quickly places his book on the floor and rushes over to you, crossing your small apartment bedroom in less than half a second.

"Draga, I'm here. I'm alive draga. Y/N, wake up! Wake up my dear!" he says, shaking your shoulders, trying to wake you. "Wake up, draga!" he shouts in your ear, shocking you awake. You bolt into a sitting position, crashing your forehead on your boyfriends.

"Ow. That hurt." you mutter, clutching your head in pain.

"Oh! I'm sorry draga! I'll go get you some ice! I'll be right back." he says, holding his forehead as well. He leans down and presses a kiss to your head before running out of the room and returning five seconds later with two ice packs in his hands.

"Thank you baby. I love you Pietro." you say, taking the cold pack he offers to you before reaching up with your free hand to pull him in for a sweet kiss. You feel him smile slightly into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.

Thor Odinson: As soon as you wake from the horrible dream, you get up from your bed and stride to your balcony. "Oh, lord." You mumble. Holding your chest, you look out at the sunrise over the royal gardens, and notice movement by the royal stables. Upon a closer look, you realize it is Lady Sif, prepping a horse for a ride.

"Darling? What are you doing out on the balcony this early in the morning? The sun's not even fully up yet. Come back to bed, my queen." mumbles Thor, his eyes open to little slits, peering over at you from the bed.

"Sorry Thor, darling. I had a nightmare and needed some fresh air. I didn't mean to wake you, my love." you say quietly, crossing the room again.

"Oh, no. You didn't wake me. I just sensed your missing presence and woke up. A nightmare you say. What was it about?" he asks, worry evident on his face as you join him in bed again.

"I'll tell you about it later darling. Let's just go back to sleep. I am still tired and bet you are too." you say, sliding to snuggle against your fiance's chest.

"Alright. Sleep well my love. Sweet dreams. I love you."

"I love you too, Thor."

Loki Laufeyson: "Darling! Darling wake up!" yells your husband, shaking your shuddering from. You bolt upright, nearly bashing your forehead on his. Before you do, his hand blocks your foreheads from touching with a gentle hand. "Love, relax. Breathe. It's alright. I'm here. Just breathe my dear." he soothes, hands snaking around you and pulling your body to rest on top of his. He gently tucks your head into the conjunction between his neck and shoulder.

"Oh Norns." you mumble, struggling to even out your breaths.

"You're alright my dear. I'm here for you. I'm here." he says softly, hand rubbing your back. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers grip onto the hairs at the back of his neck. Your shaking shoulders gradually become still as your breath evens out. "Would you like to tell me why you were screaming in your sleep, my queen?" he asks quietly.

"I was having a nightmare, Loki." you mutter into his skin.

He rolls his eyes before speaking again."Yes, I understand that you were having a nightmare my love. Do you mind telling me what it was about?" he asks, sarcasm evident in his voice.

"I watched you die... By the hands of Thor." you whisper, tucking your face closer to his neck.

"Well, seeing as Thor could barely catch me when we were younger, I doubt he could catch me now. Let alone overpower me. You have nothing to worry about my love. Thor is too much of a people-pleaser to even think about killing me." he says, chuckling slightly.

"I'm tired. I'm going back to sleep. I love you, Loki." you mumble, letting your breathing even out.

"Alright my dear. I'll see you in the morning. I love you too, my queen." he says softly, pressing a kiss to your temple as you begin to drift back into unconsciousness.

Lady Sif: "My dear, what on Midguard are you doing awake so early?" asks your wife, coming into the armoury. She comes up beside you, and leans in to press a soft kiss to your cheek but you flinch away from her. "Y/N? What is wrong, my love?" She asks, concern on her face.

"Nothing Sif. I'm fine." you say, pulling your silver polish out of your tool belt, along with a shammy. You grab one of the swords off the wall and pour some polish onto your cloth and begin to rubs at a tarnished spot on the blade.

"No you're not. You flinched when I went to give you a kiss. Not once in the time we were courting and in our marriage have you ever flinched at my actions. So tell me, what is wrong?" she says, pulling the weapon in your hands away and placing it on the bench before moving to stand in front of you. She takes your hands in hers and looks down at you. "Y/N. Tell me what's wrong." she says as tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"I'm scared Sif. I'm terrified I'm going to lose you to battle. I need you. I- I just don't want to lose you to a mistake on the battle field." you whimper, sniffling slightly as you try to stop the tears that are beginning to flow.

"Oh Y/N. Come here my love. It's alright. I'm here. And when I'm not, I'm being careful on the battlefield. I promise you, I won't leave you in the way of death in battle. You're alright." says your wife, pulling you into her body. She hugs you close to her as you cry into her shoulder. When you finally manage to stop the tears and pull away from your wife, she stops you as you reach for the sword again. "You and I are both taking the day. One of the others will get to it. Leave it, love. Let's go back to our chambers and cuddle for a bit. Sound good?"

"But what about-?" she cuts you off with a peck of a kiss.

"No. Leave it. I'll have a kitchen maid bring us some food around lunch and again at dinner. Put the shammy away." she says, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you out of the armoury. Hastily you stuff the shammy cloth back into the pouch where it came from. When you reach your quarters, Sif closes the door and begins to undress you. When she begins to unlace your corset, you let out a deep, relieved breath. You let her strip you down to your bra and underwear before pulling away from her slightly. "You're alright, my love. I wasn't going to strip you naked, I just want you to be comfortable. Why don't you go lay down while I undress?" she suggests, pulling you against her gently. She presses gentle kisses to the crown of your head and you return them on her collarbones. You eventually pull away and go lay on your shared king sized bed. You watch as your wife begins to undress herself in front of you. "Do you like what you see, my love?" she teases, pulling her under shirt off to reveal her toned abdominal muscles and her breasts.

"You know I do, Sif. Now come cuddle me." you flirt back before demanding her physical affection. She smiles and climbs into bed with you.

"I'm here, my love. Do want to tell me what your nightmare was fully about?" she asks letting you cuddle into her, wrapping her arms around your back.

"Just a large battle. You dying. Lots of blood. You were dying very slowly, bleeding out from a deep dagger wound to the abdomen. It was right about here." you say, shifting yourself back wards and moving your hand to rest on the lower left side of her abdomen. You blush slightly as you realize where your hand is.

"Darling are you blushing? Just from touching my bare midriff?" Sif asks, glancing down at your face. You nod shyly. "Darling we have been married for over a thousand years! Adorable you are!" she says, pulling you tighter against herself.

Dr. Strange: You bolt upright in your bed and see the Cloak of Levitation floating right beside you. "I'm fine, Levi. Do not tell Stephen that I am awake. It's nothing but a little night-terror. Nothing I haven't dealt with before." you say to the fabric, using a strict voice. You listen carefully and hear absolute silence. "Stephen must be downstairs. I should be safe to hop in the shower then." You slip out of bed, and shove your feet into your slippers. Walking to your bathroom, you manage to not cause a single floorboard to creak under your feet. The New York Sanctum is eerily quiet. As you begin to apply the conditioner to your hair, there is a knock on the door.

"Y/N? Are you alright?" asks Stephens voice from outside the bathroom.

"For fucks sake." you mutter, rinsing your hands off in the stream of water. "Yes Steve! I'm fine! Just woke up a little early!" you call to him, lying through your teeth.

"No you didn't. You never 'just wake up early' Y/N. Don't lie to me." he says, opening the door and stepping inside. You roll your eyes as he leans against the counter top. "Tell me the truth, hon. Why are you awake three and a half hours before you usually are?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you. You turn towards him and glare through the fogged glass at him. "Glare all you like, sweetheart. I'm staying here until you answer my question." he says stubbornly.

"Stephen Vincent Strange. Get your ass out of the bathroom, right now. I had a nightmare. Nothing too bad but enough to wake me up. Now get out!" you say, rinsing the conditioner out of your hair.

"Alright. Alright. I love you." he calls as he leaves.

"I love you too, Steve." you smile at his retreating form before shutting the water off. You step out and wrap your torso in a towel before wiping your feet on the mat and returning to your bedroom. You close the door behind you and walk towards the walk in closet you share with your husband. grabbing some clothes you dry yourself off before dropping the towel to the floor. As you bend over to pull your underwear up your legs, you feel a large hand smack your ass and grab hold of it. "Steve. Now is not the time. The Avengers are visiting later this morning. We can't do this right now." you say, straightening up and pulling the thin cloth up your legs easily.

"Come on love. It won't take long, I promise." he says, groping your breast from behind, pressing his crotch to your ass.

"No Stephen. I love you, but we both know you can't keep it short. Later." you say, turning towards him and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before drawing away from him to continue dressing.

Carol Danvers: When Carol opens the door to your apartment, it's nearly three in the morning so she is very surprised to see you on the couch, wide awake. "Y/N? What are you doing up, my love?" she asks, shutting the door softly and dropping her duffel onto the wooden floor.

"Carol! You're home!" you say, a smile breaking out on your face. You get up to go give her a hug and kiss but you fall back onto the couch. That's when Carol gets a text message from Fury.

"Check on Agent Y/L/N. She's been unsteady at work recently and been drinking a lot more coffee and energy drinks." it reads. She nods before glancing back at you.

"Y/N? What's wrong my love? Fury says you haven't been normal recently. No sweetie, don't try and get up, I'll come to you." she says, tucking he phone back into her pocket before crossing the room to sit with you. When she sits next to you, you almost immediately slump into her and begin to shake. "Hey, Y/N, look at me please. Look at me baby. Oh, babes, you look so tired. So tired. Why haven't you been sleeping?" she coos, stroking your cheek.

"Nightmares. Been having nightmares. Why am I shaking?! Why can't I stop shaking?! What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop shaking Carol!?" you begin to panic, which makes your body shake harder.

"Baby, calm down. Take a deep breath for me. Take some deep breaths. Nick says your been drinking lots of coffee and energy drinks. How long has it been since you slept, baby? Do you know how long it's been?"

"Three days? Maybe four?" you say, still clearly panicking.

"Oh Y/N. You're not going in tomorrow. No, you’re staying here so I can take care of you. Let's go to bed, yeah?" she says, pressing light kisses to your forehead.

"No! No! I can't sleep! I'll have nightmares again!" you protest, but Carol's already picked you up into the cradle of her arms.

"You're fine baby. I'm here. I'll protect you. You're okay, my love." she says, kicking the bedroom door open with her foot. She easily carries you to the bed and gently sets you down. Quickly making work of your office button down, she tugs that off of your shoulders and arms. She then easily unbuckles your belt and undoes your pants. She pulls them off of your legs and tucks you into bed. Once you're snugly in place she undresses and grabs one of her night shirts to sleep in. Throwing that over her head, she joins you in the bed. "Come here baby. I've got you." she says, rubbing your back gently as you curl into her side.

~Time Skip~ *The Next Morning*

"Hey baby, good morning. How are you feeling my love?" says Carol as you roll onto your back and pry your eyes open a slit before throwing an arm over your face to block your eyes from the sunlight streaming in through the open blinds.

"I feel like shit. I don't remember the last three days. When did you get home?" you ask after clearing your throat and pulling yourself into a sitting position.

"I got home last night, about three a.m. You didn't sleep for nearly four days and drank a fuck ton of caffiene. Thats why you remember nothing. Your little brain can't handle that much stimulant, baby girl." says Carol, pinching your cheek softly.

You groan at the uncomfortable feeling. "Carol... Stop that!" you whine, rolling towards your girlfriend and burying your face in her chest. "Wait! What time is it?!" you ask, bringing your wrist up to your face and checking the time. "Shit! I'm so screwed!" you begin to panic, trying to throw the blankets off of your body.

"Baby, relax. You've got the day off, courtesy of Nick and yours truly. Lay back and snuggle into bed again, beautiful. I'm going to pop around to my place and collect your favourite flerkin. Love you, baby girl."

"Yay! Goosie! Love you too, and thanks babe."

"No problem Y/N. I'll be back in twenty minutes and I had better find you in bed still, missy."

"Alright, I'll follow the Captians orders, unless there's a punishment to be dealt if I don't obey."

"No punishment this time baby. You need to rest. Not get your brains fucked out of you." She winks at you before collecting her clothes from the night before and heading to the bathroom to get dressed. When she comes back out her hair is brushed through and styled. "See you in twenty minutes babes!" she calls, walking out of your apartment, locking the door behind her with her key.

T’challa : "Good morning Shuri!" you call as you enter her lab.

"Good morning! You're awake earlier than normal Y/N. How are you?" she asks, smiling at you.

You return the grin before answering. "I'm tired from last night if you catch my drift. But it also doesn't help that I had a nightmare either. Hence why I'm up so early today. I couldn't get back to sleep after about half an hour of laying in bed so I gave up."

"Oh? That sucks, good thing my brother is a deep sleeper then. He won't be pleased if he finds out you had a nightmare and didn't wake him up, you know."

"Yes I know Shuri. Please don't tell him."

"Don't worry sister, I won't say a word to him. Join me for breakfast? The kitchen made muffins!" she says, offering you an arm.

"I would love to! I really love him, you know?" You agree and playfully slip an arm through hers and let her lead you down the hall towards the dining area.

"Oh I know. I can tell just by the way you look at my brother that you love him. You don't need to admit that to me, you should really tell him though. Because he loves you as well. He truly does."

When the pair of you enter the dining hall, you see her and T'Challa's mother sitting at the table. "Come to eat again, have you Shuri?" she teases, kissing your cheek as you sit beside her.

"You can never have enough of the muffins! They're so good!" she defends herself, grabbing another muffin from the tray. You scrunch your nose at the pair of women in the room with you. When you finish eating breakfast, you and Shuri return to her lab, you assisting her with some of the typing she has to do. "How do you type so fast Y/N?!"

"Because she was an author for a news paper, back in California, sister. She did a lot of typing in a day." says your fiancee, entering the lab. "Good morning my love." he croons, kissing your cheek causing your face to flush red.

#carol danvers #wanda and pietro #clint #bucky imagine #tony stark #lady sif #sam wilson #x reader oneshot #one shot #pepper potts #peter parker #natasha romanoff #loki (marvel)#thor #steve rogers #stephen strange #tchalla #bruce banner #x reader headcanons

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itsthestutterforme · 1 year

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“His Beloved” (Loki Oneshot)

Prompt: “Try not to die… again.”

Notes: GIF is not mine, credit to the owner, reader is black 💅🏾, all mistakes are my own

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The streets were eerily quiet despite how crowded they were from everyone walking home from the Queen’s funeral. You found yourself wandering into the pub because of it’s loud volume. At least that didn’t change. You saw Lady Sif sitting next to Thor on the balcony.

Thor spies you first and gave you a sad smile. You approached him and pulled him in for a tight hug while he was still seated. You cupped the back of his head and rubbed a few circles on his back. He relaxes under your touch, you felt your shoulder dampen from his tears. “I’m so sorry, Thor.”

Lady Sif closes the door to the balcony for privacy. The grip on your waist tightens, which was an indicator that it was okay to pull away. You pull away slowly and wiped away his tears with your thumb. You sat on the other side of him and linked your hands. “Does Loki know?” You asked him.

“No, I was going to tell him later today.” “I could tell him. You just worry about getting your head cleared.” “I’ve been thinking of a plan to lure the Dark Elves out. We need your help.” He explains. You looked to Lady Sif and she gave you a nod. “But I thought King Odin declared that we were in a temporary state of emergency?”

“He did. We reside outside the law on this endeavor,” Thor states. “I understand if you can’t help. You have your family to look out for.” “You and Loki are my family,” you rested your hand on his. “Thank you, Lady Y/N.” His lips twitched and he squeezed your hand.

“When is the briefing?” “My quarters at dawn,” you nodded, giving his hand a squeeze before standing from the chair. “Where are you going?” Lady Sif asks. “To visit Loki,” “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” “Its just a visit,” you grew annoyed by her advances. “I don’t know what you see in him, Y/N. He’s a trickster. He has no honor,”

“It’s not your job to understand who I fancy, Lady Sif. Good night,” you dismissed, rushing off the balcony and back into the street. “How many times is she going to allow him to hurt her?” Sif asks Thor. “She loves him. It’s not just something she can turn off.”

You went home to change into something more comfortable before entering the castle. “I need a moment with him,” you told the guard, Loki’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, Lady Y/N,”

“He doesn’t know… He deserves to know.” You said softly. “Very well,” you stared at the guard for a moment. “Absolutely not,” he adds. “I’ll leave my weapons here,” “You are a weapon,”

“I’m no harm. I promise you.” “I can’t risk the lives of everyone on my post based on a promise,” you opened your mouth to object once again. “You will let her pass,” Thor’s voice booms behind you. “Your Grace,” the guard bows his head. “My apologies, Lady Y/N.”

“Don’t apologize for doing your job,” you gave him a smile. “Thank you, Your Grace.” You said to Thor. You walked passed the nearby guards and waited for them to open the gate.

“What drove you to grace me with your presence, Y/N?” He smiles at you playfully until he registers your sad expression. “What happened? Are you hurt?” You walked through the gate and they put it back up. Taking your hands into his, your gazed into his hazel green eyes.

It was nice to be held by him again. These passed six months have been difficult. The first month of his absence was the worst. The nightmares. The emptiness. You haven’t felt anything like it. You missed him.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” “What is it? You’re worrying me, darling.” “It’s your mother.. the Dark Elves planned an attack to get the Aether that has made Jane it’s host. Your mother gave her life to protect her.” He pulls away from your hands. “When was this?” A tear trails down his cheek and you felt compelled to wipe it away.

But you knew that he needed space and you respected that. “This morning. The funeral was this evening,” he runs a hand over his face as he turns away from you. You bowed you head for a moment. The thought of leaving him be crossed your mind.

He yells out and all the furniture in the cell flies against the gate. The guards. rush over to the cell and you held your hand up, signaling that were okay. “Loki,” you uttered when he falls to his knees. You heart broke when you rounded him and saw his tear stained cheeks.

He looks up at you as broken as the day he found out he was of Jotunheim lineage, desperate for intimacy and reassurance. You held the side of his face and more stray tears left his eyes. He rests his forehead against your stomach and your hands smoothed over his gelled hair.

“Did she suffer?” He croaked. “She was stabbed through the heart,” his grip on your thighs tightened. You knew exactly where he was going with this. “Let yourself grieve. Even if it is for a moment.” You said softly, continued to smooth your hand over his hair.

Today was the day. The day you would get thrown in jail for treason for helping Thor escape with Loki and Jane. You were posted with Volstagg outside of the elven ship. Volstagg shot you a look when he sees Thor with Jane and Loki on either side of him. “Just.. don’t kiss him.” He grumbles.

“I’m not going to kiss him,” you reassure him. Thor approaches held out his hand and you grasped his forearm. He leaned his forehead against yours. “Be careful,” you told him as he pulled away. Jane gave you a once, jealousy takes a hold of her until she saw the way you looked at Loki when he approached you.

“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get tried for treason,” Loki scolds. “You needn’t worry about that. Come here,” you pulled him close by the back of his neck and he rests his head on your shoulder. Feeling his breath fan against the sensitive part of your neck. Volstagg converses with Thor while Jane watches the whole interaction.

From someone who’s done nothing but wreck havoc, she never would have thought he had a gentle side of him. “Try not to die..” “Again,” you added in unison. You pull away from each other and exchanged a smile. “Off you go,” Volstagg said to the group.

Thor grabbed Loki and made their way over to the ship. You turned your attention to the sound of metal scraping and men’s voice. “Loki!” You heard Thor call from behind you. Before you had time to register, you felt a large hand cup your chin.

Loki devours your lips for a few paces, nibbling at your bottom lip and massaging your tongue with his. He pecks your lips afterwards and left you dumbfounded.

Thor drags Loki away from you and throws him into the ship. “Couldn’t leave my beloved without a goodbye kiss, could I?” You heard his voice in your head. “Took you long enough. You come back here in one piece, you understand?” “As you wish, darling.” You smiled as his soft baritone soothes your nerves.

Volstagg nudges you off balance and you had to use your magic to stay upright. You sent him a glare. “You said you weren’t going to kiss him,” he scolds. “He kissed me,” “You didn’t exactly oppose, did you? Gods, I’m going to be sick.” “Let’s just get this over with,” you gesture to the ten to twelve men rushing towards you.

#thor dark world #loki imagine #loki x black!reader #thor odinson #volstagg #lady sif

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ladylovesloki · 2 years

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Imposter Prince: Ch 7

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: Language, major character injury, character death, fluff

Summary: Does the Imposter Prince succeed?

One more chapter after this one! The story is almost over and I really hope you all enjoy how it ends. Thank you for reading! Forgive me if I forget to tag someone💚

You keep pulling at the ropes above your head, knowing it’s no use but you needed to try something.You just keep pulling no matter how much pain you’re in. Loki is looking weaker by the minute, you needed to get him out of here and get him help. You look over at him and see his eyes closed.

“Hey! HEY! Wake up!” You yell.

He cracks his eyes open and looks over at you. “Stay awake Loki.” He looks so weak, so tired but you needed him to hold on.

“Can I tell you what I learned in the library today?”, you ask him trying to do anything to keep him conscious. Hoping the subject will remind him of their times together in the library when he would be the one to teach her things that he learned that day.

He nods his head, a little life coming to his eyes.

You smile, “I found a book about soul bonds between soulmates, have you heard of it?”

He nods.

“Did you know the whole time? Did you know we were soulmates?”

He nods again, this time he closes his eyes and tears cascade down his face. He opens his eyes and looks at you.

“We’re so going to talk about all of this when we are out of here, you hear me? Don’t think you’re going to get out of it because you’re all hurt and stuff.” You smile at him trying to lighten the mood.

There was a small spark in his eyes, the mischievous spark that made you fall in love with him.

In that moment you decide you need to tell him how you feel. This might be the only chance you have. So you look at him and take a deep breath.

“Hey. I love you you know.” You whisper sadly, but loud enough for him to hear.

His eyes widen slightly and then he blinks at you.

You look up at your hands and say under your breath, “come on Sif, I’m counting on you.”

Meanwhile….

Sif, Thor, Fandral, Hogun and Volstagg are all sitting in Thor’s sitting room coming up with a plan.

“I strongly believe that the imposter is hiding something in the dungeons. Y/n saw him walking in there before she came to see us in the training grounds.” Sif begins brainstorming out loud.

Thor chimes in, “I hope the guards find Liv soon, I believe she is the key to finding them.”

At that moment Frigga walks through the door looking solemn, “the guards have found Liv, she’s dead.”

The room is completely silent. “What now?”, Sif asks dejectedly. She knew how much Liv’a friendship meant to you.

“Now we focus on detaining the imposter by any means necessary. We need him alive to find y/n and Loki” Thor responds.

“I have already alerted Odin to the situation, we have a plan for the council. We feel it is best to detain the imposter while he believes he is still trusted by Odin and his high council. We are not including the Alfheim delegation as we do not know their level of involvement if any. Myself along with Sigrun will disarm him with our seidr and Odin will use gungnir to detain him.” Frigga explained.

“Thor and Sif, go to the dungeons with the warriors three, if you believe he has something hidden there, I trust your judgment. Find my son and his lady.” Frigga delegates everyone’s tasks.

“Shouldn’t I be in the council room with you mother?” Thor asks concerned for his mothers safety.

“No Thor, if the imposter sees you in the council’s war room it might give away that we have discovered his plot. You have not joined a single meeting with the elves, it would be odd to start now.” He nods agreeing with his mother’s assessment.

“Alright, everyone know their assigned tasks?” Frigga asks

They all nod. “Alright, we must hurry.”

~~~Elladan’s POV~~~

Everything is going according to plan. I was hoping the girl would be a little easier to handle but Midgardians are unpredictable at best.

Making my way to the council meeting I can’t help but feel relief. It’s almost over, no more disguises, I get to be my true self. I will rule the nine, I will be a king for the ages, I will…..

What in the Hel is Frigga doing at a council meeting?

~~~Third person POV~~~

The imposter prince is surprised, thrown off his game as he looks around at the council members.

“What is this?” Elladan asks

“The end of your scheme Imposter.” Odin declares.

“HAHAHAHAHA, What is the meaning of this old man? Have you finally lost what little sanity you had left? Imposter am I?” Prince Elladan does a slow spin, still hiding behind his illusion of Prince Loki. “Last I checked when I looked in the mirror this morning, I am your son, Prince Loki.”

“No, you’re not.” Odin’s hand tighten around gungnir.

Elladan gets in to a fighting stance but before he can make a move his body freezes. He can’t move an inch, in his peripheral vision he sees Frigga on one side and Sigrun, a powerful sorceress in her own right, on the other forcing their seidr in to him. He can feel the illusion start to slip, the spell losing its strength against the two powerful sorceresses. And then a golden light shoots from gungnir and the illusion completely falls revealing his true self. The council and the delegation from Alfheim all stare in horror and confusion.

One of the Alfheim delegates shoots up from his seat, “My prince! What in Valhalla were you thinking? Do you wish to start a war with the realm eternal?!”

“I wanted to FREE us from Odin’s tyranny! How long have the light elves lived under Asgard’s rule?! Not even having the power to make our own choices, it’s always what Odin feels is right!

What about Alfheim?! It’s time for the elves to stand up and take what’s ours, the house of Odin has ruled long enough!” Elladan goes on his tirade, hoping he could get some like minds from his delegation to back him.

“No My Prince, and when the King, your father, finds out you were here conspiring against the throne…” he trails off. “I fear what your father has in store for you when we arrive home…”

“Home? Prince Elladan will not be going home. He is being accused of impersonating a member of the royal family, kidnapping and murder to name a few charges. No my friend, the Prince will remain here and go through trial and if found guilty we will take our relationship with Alfheim in to account when issuing out the appropriate sentence. But for now Prince Elladan will be taken to a cell to await his trial.” Odin declares but before the prisoner can be taken away Frigga stops them.

“Where is my son?”

Elladan smiles, refusing to answer the Queen’s question.

Frigga stares in his cold blue eyes and says, “take him away”. The guards shove him out of the room.

Frigga prays that Sif was right about the dungeons, it doesn’t seem the imposter prince was willing to give away the location of y/n and Loki.

~~~Readers POV~~~

You hear the sound of running feet, you start frantically looking around. You look over at Loki and he is unconscious again.

“Hey!! Help!! Down here!! Help us!!” You scream, hoping that whoever is running around in the dungeons can hear you scream. You’re not sure but you can imagine you and Loki are DEEP within the dungeons. Judging by the look of the cells around you no one has been in this part of the dungeon in quite some time.

The foot steps are getting louder, your heart pounding along with every beat beat beat of their feet. You feel a moment of panic, what if it’s elves overrunning Asgard?

But then you see a beautiful sight. Sif and Thor barreling through the cells, followed by the Warriors Three. Sif sees you first.

“Y/N! Thank the Gods! Open the cell” She orders, Hogun runs to the control panel to shut down the golden shield keeping them out of the cell.

“Loki!” Thor runs over to his brother as Sif runs to you as soon as the shield is disabled.

“Sif, Loki is gravely injured, we must get help!” Thor yells out, sounding close to tears.

Sif cuts your bindings and places you down on your feet, your knees immediately buckle due to the pain from your ankle. “I think it’s broken”, you say to Sif.

“I have her”, Fandral comes over and picks you up bridal style. You all move as fast as you can to the healers. Everyone looking at Loki with horror and worry in their eyes.

You all make it to the healers within record time, Frigga and Odin are already there waiting.

“Loki!” Frigga exclaims. “Oh my son”, she begins to cry. Odin moves to hold and comfort her, he didn’t want his wife to see her beloved son in such a condition.

Loki was rushed to one side of the healing wing with Eir and a handful of other healers while you were sat on a bed on the other side of the room. A healer activates the soul forge and it shows the injuries to your ankle and wrists.

The healer gets your attention, “both of your wrists are broken and your left ankle is broken as well. With rest and proper bindings they should all heal in a few weeks.” Wonderful.

At the moment all you could think about was Loki. You needed him to pull through, you don’t know what you would do if he didn’t.

To be continued….

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Revels

Asgard

Your girl from Asgard is currently at the revels hosted on the celebration of the Summer Solstice (Sonnenwende). I can see Sif waiting for the Prince and heir to Asgard, Thor Odinson, to ask her for a dance but he enjoys the revels from his seat, looking at his people and breathing the scent of festivities.

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King of Mischief (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3 (Defenders of the Universe)

Word count: 2.7k

T/w: This chapter contains several acts of violence, implied smut, arguments and mentions of sharp objects, read at your own discretion.

Author's note: This chapter is a bit short and meh, I apologize TvT But I promise the next chapters are gonna be good!

Amora tapped on the table as she was surrounded by her associates, many of them are rogues from each realm, dreaming that someday they’ll be able to rule their respective worlds.

“What are we stalling for Amora? We have Asgard in our hands, the power of the universe lies in our hands.” Lorelei, her sister, questioned why they weren’t attacking Midgard already.

“It’s not as easy as it is sister.. They’ve teleported to Midgard, they must have a plan.” The Enchantress answered.

“Who cares? They’re fighting against us, supreme beings! Midgardians will never be able to stop us.” The red headed Asgardian rebutted.

“They are not just a bunch of Midgardians, Lorelei. Midgard houses a few of the most powerful sorcerers in this cosmic universe..” Amora paused.

“And they also have three of the Infinity Stones in their possession.” She slammed her fist on the marble table, cracking it in the middle.

“Well then, shall we look for the other three? We’ve already conquered the whole universe, it would be an easy task.” One of the rogues from Niflheim suggested.

“No. Let’s not steer from our original path shall we? We need to hatch a plan on how to handle those Midgardians, the so-called Avengers.” Amora sneered.

“So what are your plans?” Lorelei inquired.

“We’ll attack them in waves, make them feel a false sense of security. Use our abilities to ignite fear out of them.” The woman smirked evilly.

Back in the Avengers facility, the team had finally assembled and you had the pleasure of meeting with Doctor Strange, Sorcerer Supreme Wong and Wanda Maximoff. The team knew that Amora’s army’s strongest weapon was their magic and sorcery. They used it to manipulate and control beings, turning warriors against their own people.

“Alright, the plan is to use the resources and manpower we have in Kamar Taj, Strange and Wong will take the lead there. Wanda will use her powers to put the Enchantress’ men under her spell. We are lucky enough that she values quantity over quality.” Tony laid out the plan.

“She would recruit any mage or sorcerer that she sees, regardless of how powerful they are, some might be weaker than others.” Loki added.

“So it’s all for show?” Clint asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh no no no.. They’re like a swarm of ants, the bigger the colony, the stronger they are. Let’s not rule out the chances that she could be generating her powers for her army too.” Thor intercepted.

“Or it’s the other way around, she absorbs their powers and knowledge to be stronger than before. That is why she invaded those realms first before Asgard.” You spoke quietly.

“Or that too..” Thor turned to look at you, so did everyone else.

“Don’t let her or Lorelei get close to any of you. Lorelei could enchant you to go to Amora with her voice while Amora could imitate your powers just by a single tap.” You rolled your pearl earring in your finger, a habit that you do when you’re deep in thought or nervous.

“Is there any way we could protect ourselves from being enchanted by these witches?” Tony turned to look at Strange, Wanda and Wong to which they shook their heads.

“The only way you could protect yourself from enchantments is by having a strong mind.” Strange explained but then you remembered.

“Actually, you can. But it’s not strong.” You stood up. “I can cast a spell on all of you so you get protected from mind manipulating hexes but it only works when you’re against ordinary mages and less experienced sorcerers. It wouldn’t be potent enough to withstand Amora’s powers.” You bit your lip nervously while glancing at Loki.

“I’ve never heard of such a spell before.. Wong?” Stephen Strange was skeptical.

“Well, it’s a local spell from where I’m from. Only members of the Oralfian royal family knows about this kind of magic, an ancient mystical practice.” You fidgeted.

“Let’s test it out shall we? Hey kid, come on over here.” Tony called out to Peter Parker, the youngest in the team.

“What is it Mr. Stark?” The boy looked curious and innocent, you sympathize with him, such a young man fighting such an enormous battle.

“Sit down here and let us test something out alright?” Tony pushed Peter down on a seat.

“Okay Tinkerbell, work your magic.” You nodded and confronted the sitting boy.

“This is going to feel a little bit cold.” You forewarned Peter of the sensation he was about to feel before you began placing your hands on the side of his temples, not touching him.

For a mere minute, your hands began emitting a golden glow that began to seep into Peter’s head.

“It’s done.” You announced.

“Wanda.” Tony looked at the Scarlet Witch and shook his head to where Peter was. The woman took over your spot and touched his head, she started with some gentle magical force to look into his mind but it wasn’t working. Next, she began testing on enchanting Peter to do what she wanted by flaying her fingers next to his head. Didn’t work either. Then, she went with a bit more force and pushed her magical forces into his mind.

“He’s scared. And hungry.” Wanda claimed before retreating. “Well, that took quite a lot to get into his head.” She said as she smiled at you.

“Well I’ll be damned.” Strange looked at you in awe.

“Okay, so it actually works! I have to ask though, will the magic wear off?” Tony clapped his hands together.

“Not really, it wears off when somebody finally gets into your head. Or if the spellcaster.. Dies.”

You answered truthfully, you could sense Loki’s head whipping towards your direction at the mention of your death.

“But that’s not going to happen. I’ll make sure that every single one of us comes out of this war alive.” You reassured the whole team, but really, you just wanted to erase Loki’s uneasiness.

Your husband made his way to you and held onto your arm. “Excuse us for a second. Darling, a word.” He took you away from the team and to the balcony.

“Wow, for a God of Mischief and a trickster, he sure cares a lot for his wife.” Nat said to Thor.

“Oh believe me. She means the world to him. Changed him into a better man.” Thor looked at the two of you. He couldn’t believe how much his brother had changed ever since you two got married.

“All a man needs is a chance.” Steve joined in.

You were pulled off to the balcony by Loki, he didn’t look pleased.

“What do you mean if the spellcaster dies? You are not considering yourself to join the war are you?” Loki knitted his eyebrows.

“I’m not considering, I am joining the war, Loki.” You scoffed, the nerve of this man trying to stop you from battling for your universe’s future.

“You can’t. I forbid it.” He told you.

“You forbid me?” You couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief. “Who are you to forbid me?!” You fought back.

“I AM THE KING OF ASGARD! And no queen of mine shall partake in a gruesome war!” His voice was stern and he yelled out. His volume was loud enough to be heard through the glass of the sliding door that separated you two from the team.

“Uh oh, marital strife..” Tony grimaced as the Avengers looked at your argument.

“Yes, yes! Scream and shout to the world! YOU ARE THE KING OF ASGARD! Oh how you take pride in your position.” Your heart was beating as fast as your anger was rising.

“You keep reminding me of your title Loki.. But you forgot, that I am the Queen of Asgard. The sole survivor of Oralf’s royal family. And I shall not stand back and spectate while all of you are sacrificing your lives to protect the universe.” Your voice quivered with emotion.

“If I were to die, let me die while fighting. Let me die by your side Loki. I am not letting you fight alone.” You held onto both of his arms.

“Please..” You tried your best to hold in your tears, your hands moving to hold his. Loki’s eyes softened at the sight of your glossy eyes.

“But I must keep you alive.. I need you alive, Aurelia.” He held your hands up and clasped it in between his.

“Then keep me alive on the battlefield. What if I’m not there to help you and I lose you? Life would only mean pain and agony for me.” A single tear rolled down your cheek.

“Please don’t cry..” It crushed his heart seeing you cry, he didn’t want to see you hurt, not like this, not in any way.

“Let me fight with you. For Asgard, for the Nine Realms, for us.” You sniffled. Loki was reluctant to let you fight but he knew better than to stop you. So with a heavy heart, he nodded and kissed your hand.

It had been a few days since your argument with Loki and he had been more supportive of you whenever the team would have meetings to organize the plans. All of you couldn’t guess or estimate when the Enchantress and her soldiers would strike Midgard but every so often you would get false alarms of unidentified objects in the sky. This wasn’t a coincidence, Amora had it all sorted out, she would send boulders and sometimes dead Asgardians down to Earth to throw all of you off. The locations of these items and bodies were random and scattered all across the world and it was starting to freak humans out.

Tony insisted on having the S.H.I.E.L.D agents handle these fallouts instead of the Avengers, yet a lot of news channels and papers had begun questioning why they weren’t there to investigate. Tony had his reasons, the biggest reason was because he knew something bigger was coming and he needed all the team members to stick together and fight when the war breaks.

While waiting for Amora to engage in battle, you were keen on training to sharpen your combat skills. Your sparring partners now included Lady Sif, Natasha, Wanda, Bucky, Steve and of course, your spouse.

You grunted when Wanda had you locked up in her conjured chains, you struggled hard and attempted to blast your powers out to break free. This was always the difficult part of training for you. Your combat skills had improved and you could fight almost every person you’ve sparred with except for Loki and Wanda. They were both knowledgeable about magic and mystic arts, combining fighting skills with them, they were basically undefeatable.

“Come on Aurie! Summon your powers! Break free!” Bruce cheered for you.

“I.Am.Trying!” You clenched your fists and tried to push out your powers to destroy Wanda’s mystical chains but to no avail. You were losing your energy and your golden glow began to dim down.

“Alright, that’s enough. Let her go Wanda.” Loki saw how you were in distress and he couldn’t look at it anymore.

“Oh come on Loki, she can make it! I could feel her.” Wanda pleaded to him, wishing he would give you just a little more time.

“Let.Her.Go.” Loki’s voice was low but Wanda knew that he was getting furious so she immediately got rid of the chains. You fell on top of the padding and groaned.

Your husband walked towards you, lending his hand for you to take. You gave him a glare, he’d always put your training on a halt whenever he sees you struggling.

Standing back up, you stretched a little bit. “You really shouldn’t meddle with my training. How am I supposed to improve my skills if you interrupt me every time you see me struggle?”

You sighed deeply, you knew he meant well but his carefulness wasn’t helping you.

“I do not wish to see you get hurt when Amora could come attack us at any minute. It’s dangerous.” He explained and you rolled your eyes.

“You know what’s more dangerous? If I can’t defend myself when I get attacked by Amora. Now please, promise me that you won’t stop my training anymore.” You walked out of the training gym with him.

“Fine.. I promise.” He promised while rolling his eyes.

“And no crossed fingers!” You playfully punched him on the side of his arm.

“Yes, yes..” He pulled you closer by the shoulder and you leaned your head against him.

“Well, since we’re all sweaty.. I propose a shower? Together?” He squeezed your shoulder and gave you a naughty grin.

“Always so mischievous, even in these times.” You pinched his side while chuckling.

“Not my fault my wife looks so enticing after training.” Scrunching your nose, you couldn’t resist how cheeky Loki is. He’d always find a way to make up to you after pissing you off or making you upset.

You two made your way towards your quarters, thankful that each room had its own bathroom, for you didn’t want to disturb the others who were living in the same building with all the noise you and Loki would make.

After the long shower with your husband, you sat on the bed and dried your hair up, smiling as you saw him get out of the shower after you. His hair was wet, towel draping around his hips and he looked so fresh.

“Why are you smiling like that? Admiring your extremely dashing husband?” He smirked as he pushed you down on the bed.

“Loki! We just did it in the shower.” You whispered, a big smile on your face.

“That was round one my darling. We’re off to round two.” You laughed at your husband’s insatiable desire for you.

“Am I really that irresistible to you? Or are you just being a horny devil?” You cupped his face.

“You’re both, my Sigyn.” Sigyn? That’s new, the nickname made your heart swell. The name was only to be used when a man values his woman greatly. It meant ‘victorious girlfriend or companion’. It also symbolizes loyalty, compassion and faithfulness in a woman. A word to never be used lightly.

“I’m your Sigyn?” You asked, unsure of what he meant by that pet name. For all you know, it could’ve been a slip of tongue.

“Yes. And I mean it with my whole heart.” He pecked your nose.

“You’ve made a new man out of me Aurelia. You gave me a new goal in life, I was always seeking for my father’s reassurance but you showed me that the only reassurance I needed was from myself. You taught me to embrace myself, I do not have to be like Thor. Even if I am the opposite of him, I am still his equal.” He affectionately gazed at you. His blue eyes and dark wispy lashes, penetrating into your soul.

“I lov-” Right before he could utter those three words, sirens began blaring, knocking you two out of your romantic daze.

“Attention to all Avengers, suit up and report to the headquarters. I repeat, suit up and report to the headquarters immediately!” Steve’s voice was heard throughout the building.

You quickly changed into your combat clothes, it matched Loki’s color scheme but it was designed differently. It was a leather tunic that fitted your body perfectly with golden holsters that hold daggers and blades for your usage. You even wore a headpiece that could double as a weapon with the horns that pointed upwards. Putting on your boots, you looked at Loki worryingly. This was your first ever war and you hoped that this wouldn’t be your last.

Holding his hand tightly, both of you rushed towards the headquarters that was two levels above the quarters. Through the large glass windows, you could see a swarm of flying objects coming out of a dark portal in the sky. Prepare for your first battle.

Chapter 3 (smut scene)

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bathed in light

Pairing: Sif x gn!reader

Word Count: 868

Synopsis: Two lovers reunited.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DO NOT READ OR INTERACT, smut (implied, kissing, nudity), implied war violence & death, tw: blood mention, angsty

A/N: The Celtic Woman cover of Black Is The Colour came on my playlist while I was writing this and it fits this drabble so well?!

Welcome to Day 10 of Marvel Girlfriend May!! I am slowly doing my best to catch up. As always, reblogs are greatly appreciated if you enjoy my writing :)

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Heimdall’s voice calls to Sif from afar, his booming voice reaching her across a battlefield of enemies now slain. She barely has time to react, before electric rainbow light cascades over her like a waterfall.

Against the whooshing in her ears, she tilts her head back, closes her eyes, and breathes, bathing in the light of the bifrost.

It’s hard to wrap her head around what’s happening - that it’s finally time to come home. To see you again.

Her feet carry her across the bridge, barely able to acknowledge Heimdall when she can finally see Asgard once more. Her eyes turn westward, seeking your place from afar.

Are you still there? Did you wait for her?

The bloodied warrior finds herself trailing the streets of gold and red, winding a path towards you. There’s a hesitancy weighing in her limbs now, a black hole beneath her breast.

The door to your house is unlocked. She recalls reminding you to keep it locked before she left, frowning as she gently pushes it open. Why don’t you listen?

Afternoon light casts the room in a red haze, and the hollowness in her chest grows as she takes in the unfamiliar setting. Your place looks different now. New furniture. There’s a new painting hanging on the wall, a fresh basket of fruit on the table, and it’s a lot more clean and organised than before. The scent of vanilla greets her, and it’s a foreign sensation, so different to the smell of blood and sweat and metal she has grown used to.

Goddess, she should have bathed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she catches sight of the painting again, and turns to see it fully.

Shock washes over her as she takes it in for the first time. It’s one you painted yourself, that much is clear. Sif can tell if a painting is yours from nothing more than an individual brushstroke, but in this portrait, it is glaringly obvious.

It’s a painting of her.

She’s drawn towards it, lifting her hand and hovering her fingers over the canvas.

You’ve painted her - but not as the warrior Lady Sif - as Sif, your friend, your confidant, your lover. This painting is an intimate confession. There’s a sense of yearning depicted in the painting Sif’s eyes, and she wonders for a moment if you could somehow sense her emotions all this time, even across the stars.

A gasp from across the room interrupts her thoughts.

She turns, and there you are, standing in the doorway.

“Sorry,” Sif says on instinct, eyeing you warily. The painting should spark hope that you haven’t forgotten her, but her stubborn head won’t accept it. She clears her throat. “The door was... unlocked.”

You blink. “Yeah, I was only going out for a few minutes, so...”

“I didn’t mean - ”

“I know.”

Stars. Sif shuts her mouth before she can make the situation any worse.

You step inside and shut the door.

She watches with a heavy heart as you approach, your gaze briefly flickering to the painting behind her. It’s been over a year since she left, and the situation feels delicate, a tension hanging in the air between you.

She tells herself she cannot blame you for moving on, if you have. But that doesn’t stop her fearing it. If you tell her that you have, she doesn’t know how she will recover. The look in your eyes is unreadable.

You hesitate before her for a moment. A wobble in your bottom lip draws her attention, and then, you’re throwing your arms around her. “Oh, Sif.” you sob into the crook of her neck. “You’re here!”

It takes her a moment to respond, but she quickly finds her strength again in your arms. “I am here,” she breathes. A huge weight is lifting off her shoulders, a happiness she thought impossible to feel again spreading through her body from your touch.

You pull back and start planting kisses all over her face, wetting her face with your tears. “I missed you so much baby.”

The tears finally fall, something she never allowed herself to do on the battlefield, but here, in your arms, the dam breaks. She holds onto your arms as you cup her face, laughing and crying together.

“I like the painting.”

“Really?” You pull her in close again, hiding your face. “I’m glad.”

Stars, you’re so cute when you get flustered. She’d forgotten.

She pulls you away from your hug to kiss you again.

The two of you sink to the floor on your knees together, kissing and touching one another, unable to convince yourselves that this is really happening. The kisses turn passionate, your grip on each other desperate, until Sif pushes you down onto the floor with a heated look in her eyes. “I thought about you every. single. night.”

You nod up at her. “So did I.”

She smirks, and in one strong pull, relieves you of you clothes, tearing them off. Leaning over you, her grip on the nape of your neck, she bruises your lips with a kiss.

It leaves you breathless as she pulls away.

“I’m never letting you go again.”

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Forbidden Romance

Warnings: inappropriate language, use of violence and adult content in the future of fanfic. some characters belong to the Marvel universe and others were created by the author. this chapter has a slightly steamy part but nothing heavy.

chapter one chapter three

Chapter Two

"Your Highness." You say looking at Thor with a meaningful look. He knows it's important not to give away the idea that you two have an affair. Especially in front of important people. And certainly Steve was important.

"Thor tell me, how did you get a Royal Guard so efficient? She was the first to question my presence here." Steve says looking impressed, which makes you curious. Have you won the admiration of yet another prince?

"She is extremely efficient at what she does. That's exactly why she's head of the Royal Guard and my trusted person." Thor responds by trying to appear more authoritative than usual.

"And she's about to give your royal highnesses privacy. If I may." You say, bowing in front of the two and turning to leave. But from afar you see a shadow and decide to check the corridor.

"I hope you know I can have your head for eavesdropping on a royal conversation." You say to whoever might be in the hallway, but before you can draw your sword to threaten the person, they reveal themselves to you.

"I see that Asgard's training is still as good as it was when you were a simple guard." James Barnes speaks as he looks worried that you will stick your sword in him.

"What is the biggest idiot of all time doing so far from his kingdom?" Your speech seems a bit mocking and James laughs. You and Barnes used to train together when you were younger. He, who was born in Asgard, decided to explore other kingdoms.

"I came after my favorite pupil. It seems you are protecting the future King." Barnes speaks pointing his head towards the two princes who are inside the trophy room.

"You know very well that I wanted to be head of the Royal Guard. And you, I assume, are accompanying Prince Steve." You say as you analyze Barnes. He looks just as hot as the last time you saw him. You and him had an affair before he turned his back on Asgard.

"You won't be surprised to know that I am the Chief of the Royal Guard of the Kingdom of Kyrax. I always knew Asgard already had the perfect Chief of the Royal Guard, so it's my luck to have decided to serve in another realm." Barnes says, trying to flatter you. The truth is, the two of you used to compete to see who would become the Chief of the Royal Guard ever since you met.

"I hope it was worth it, leaving your kingdom to serve another is extremely foolish. But I'm glad Prince Steve has you around. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to prepare for the Royal Ball that's happening later." You say, petulantly. You harbored a certain resentment towards James. He betrayed the kingdom that you both valued so much because he was sure he wouldn't be better than you.

"I missed you." James murmurs as he grabs your arm. The clanking of his armor against yours makes a horrendous, skin-crawling noise. You look at him, without a reaction. As you're about to respond, you notice Thor and Prince Steve are behind you. You move your arm away from Barnes' hands, wondering how long they've been there.

"Are we interrupting something?" Thor asks, clearly annoyed, while Prince Steve strangely seems to just be observing your reactions intently. You could swear you saw him smile slyly.

"Your Highness. Y/N and I were just talking about old times. I must say, it's a pleasure to see you both together." Barnes says, composing himself and stepping back a bit from you. He seems to seek support from Prince Steve, who nods slightly as if to say 'I'll get you out of this.'

"Indeed, Barnes, it's a pleasure to stand beside Asgard in moments like these. That being said, I look forward to seeing you at the Royal Ball later, Prince Thor. And you too, Chief of the Guard. Now, Barnes and I will retire to my luxurious chambers." Prince Steve says strangely, keeping his gaze on you. As if you intrigued him. Thor, like you, seemed to have noticed and appeared bothered, but he only nodded and let Steve lead Barnes away. When you turned to leave, he grabbed you. Your body was pressed against the cold wall of the Grand Asgardian Castle while the future King was extremely close to you.

You had two options, to give in or resist. But something inside you, like a warning, reminded you that this could be one of the last times you could do this. So you pulled Thor towards you with all the strength you had and kissed him. It was almost a violent kiss because in a way you're angry with Thor. He acts as if he has no choice at all, but he doesn't allow you to move on. Thor however seemed to like it, he held you firmly by the waist as if he wanted to grab you and never let go again. The taste of Thor's mouth was almost etched in your mouth. You felt your intimate area becoming increasingly wet as Thor's firm hands passed through your armor. Damn that fucking armor. Not that the royal robes allow you to play Thor the way you'd like. You then nibble on Thor's lips as if you want to tease him at the same time as you want to leave him wanting more. You bite his bottom lip hard enough that it bleeds a little but that only turns him on more. Your kiss, besides taking your breath away, now tastes like blood but that doesn't stop you from continuing.

"Is this all jealousy?" You ask as Thor kisses your neck, almost kissing the armor, and he smiles.

"She says while almost devouring me for being about to spend a night surrounded by women. Or do you think I don't know why my lip was bitten?" You smile, thinking that it seems Prince Thor really knows you. You kiss him lightly as if apologizing.

"It's just a keepsake. Soon this won't happen anymore, and all we'll have are these memories. Treasure them, Your Highness." You say, stepping away from Thor and giving him a final goodbye peck. He seems somewhat taken aback, but you're too busy thinking about how dangerous yet extremely exciting this situation is.

The night arrives quickly as you busy yourself with organizing security and ensuring the Royal Guard is prepared for the event. That's when Loki knocks on the door, all gleeful as if he's about to burst with happiness. You're not in your event armor yet, so you're somewhat inadequately dressed for the occasion, but you open the door as Loki continues to babble your name while knocking.

"I bet you'd prefer Thor here right now, but I bring good news. The grand King Odin has asked me to inform you that you should dress in a beautiful gown. It seems that a certain someone is interested in you. So, no armor tonight. Someone will bring you some dress options since I imagine you don't have any or if you do, they're not suitable for the Ball. Good luck. I always knew you would find something better than my dear brother, but you've outdone yourself. Just wait until he finds out. Anyway, I'll get ready. See you later, and um… remember to smile." Loki speaks so fast that you almost get lost, and he doesn't give you time to react or ask who he's referring to.

Soon, two maids arrive with options of attire and various preparations to make you presentable. Every second that passed while several people who usually only attend to royalty were fussing over you, you felt that something was wrong. And suddenly, the moment arrives. It's time for the Ball.

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