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Sunday

word count: 3,500

pairing: loki x gn!reader (established relationship)

cw: mild swearing

summary: you spend your one day off with your boyfriend, Loki, and you come to find that he has a cute little quirk when he reads.

this little story is really tickles with no plot, I just really loved the idea of the reader receiving feather light tickles because that's what I crave. hope you enjoy!

Sundays were your favorite days. It was the one day you got to relax after a long week of training and going out to complete missions. You loved those days, too, of course. Living out your dream alongside your very best friends was something you’d never take for granted, but there were times that all you wanted to do was watch a movie or read a book and not be interrupted.

On most days, attempting to find a quiet place in the tower was next to impossible with all of the heroes, scientists, and other employees working and/or living there. The only room that was subject to solitude was your own, and even then, you often got a knock at your door when someone needed your assistance with something.

But on Sundays, most everyone was out and about doing their own things. Nat spent her day with Clint and his family, teaching Lila how to defend herself should she need it. Thor traveled to New Asgard to help in any way he can. Peter went back home to Queens, having dinner with his Aunt and spending time with his friends.

The compound was your home. You didn’t have a family to go home to for the holidays nor did you have friends outside of work. Not that you would complain—the Avengers were your family and your friends. You loved them with all of your heart.

Some a little more than others.

You strolled through the halls of the tower, relishing in the way you could hear the echo of your own footsteps. A small smile rose to your face as you came upon the entrance to the common room, spotting the back of one very familiar God’s head. You could see that he had a book in his hand which meant he was in his own little world, paying very little attention to what was happening around him. Perfect.

You and Loki had taken a fancy to each other fairly quickly after you’d moved into the compound. It started off with glances across the room; Loki would watch as you smiled and laughed with your other teammates. And though he’d never admit it, Loki’s heart melted at the sight.

Truthfully, you knew he was staring at you, so each time the two of you were in the same room, you would do things to deliberately grab his attention. It was a little game to you—one that he didn’t catch on to for close to a week.

“You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” the God voiced from behind you once everyone else had left the conference room. You smirked as you gathered the information given to you into a blue folder.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Loki. Could you be more specific?” You jested back. Loki narrowed his eyes at the back of your head and for a moment, you swore you could feel it as if he were shooting lasers from them.

“If you think I didn’t notice your little tactic to try and get my focus onto you, then you’d be sorely mistaken,” Loki crossed his arms over his chest, clearly offput by your feigned ignorance. You silently chuckled, scooping up your belongings before swiveling around to face the brooding man.

“I can’t believe it took you until today to finally figure it out,” You blinked up at him. Your gaze locked onto his and Gods his eyes were beautiful. The way they sparkled like the sea when the light hit them just right was enough to make you fall weak. Loki raised an eyebrow, snapping you out of your trance.

“Beg pardon?”

“Loki, I’ve been trying to get your attention for a week,” You giggled. “I saw you staring at me at my first mission briefing.”

Loki’s expression fostered confusion, then slowly morphed into recognition. “So, yesterday in the kitchen?”

“Yep,” you said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. You let a smug grin come to your face and Loki followed suit.

“Honestly, agent, if you’d taking a liking to me, all you had to do was say so,” He took a step closer, towering over your small physique. You didn’t back down or cower away; you simply lifted your chin and tilted your head.

“Says the 1,000-year-old God who caught feelings for me, a weak mortal, the second I walked through the door of the compound,” You winked at him cheekily before swerving around his stance to exit the room. You rotated again, walking backwards away from him. “If you wanted to get to know me, all you had to do was ask.”

And with that, you left Loki standing there wondering how you had the gall to be so forward. He found that he liked that about you—how you didn’t shy away from him or ignore him completely. It fueled him, really. It was why the next day, he asked you out on a date.

Loki never said it was a date, but what else would you call a trip out of the tower to eat brunch so you could learn more about one another?

5 more outings, 3 nights where you stayed up until the sun was due to rise, and a mission gone awry later, Loki held you close and kissed you until there wasn’t a breath left in your body. He wrapped his arms around you and whispered that he could never bear to lose you. Over and over, he reminded you that you stole his heart in a way he never thought possible.

It had been half a year since then and every day, you fell deeper in love with the handsome prince. He cared for you in ways you’d never been privy to before and perhaps it had to do with the fact that he was not of Earth, but that didn’t matter to you. Loki was treasure and you found him when you needed him most.

But what you loved more than your intimate moments together, were the playful moods the two of you would get into.

It was no secret that Loki had a specialty in creating mischief—often playing a harmless prank on you just to make you laugh. He just hadn’t expected you to retaliate. From then on, it became war; shoelaces tied together, disorganizing a bookshelf, changing bedsheets and pillowcases to a bright pink color.

Upon seeing your dazed and distracted partner, you tiptoed up to the back of the couch, planning to scare him senseless. As quietly as you could, you sucked in a deep breath prior to leaning close to Loki’s ear and—

“You should never try and sneak up on a God, you know,” a rich baritone voice stated from behind you. You let out a shriek, turning around while clutching your chest to see Loki looming over you. Your widened eyes shot from him back over to the couch where the Loki you had attempted to scare had vanished. You twisted your head back to the real Loki, glaring at him not-so-menacingly.

“You and your damn clones. I thought we agreed that you weren’t allowed to use your Seidr,” You growled. Loki stepped forward, gathering up your hands in his and swiping his thumb along the backs of them.

“That was before you decided to play dirty. Don’t think I forgot about you tampering with my shampoo,” He scolded half-heartedly. He leaned closer, pressing his soft lips to your forehead.

“You and I both know that you needed to be brought down a peg after you rearranged all of my bedroom furniture.” Loki hummed and shrugged, with a satisfying smirk plastered on his face. You chuckled before rising on your toes to kiss him firmly on the lips. “I thought you were going with your brother to New Asgard today. What gives?”

Loki furrowed his brows. “My, my, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you despised my presence here in the tower.” He released your hands and began walking out of the common area. “No matter. I’m sure I can find something to do elsewhere.”

“Loki, you know that’s not what I meant!” You giggled, marching towards him to pull him back. He reluctantly let you, knowing it was all fun and games. “I just meant I wasn’t planning on seeing you today. I’m glad you’re here.”

You wrapped your arms around Loki’s waist, squeezing him into a tight hug. He reciprocated it, lowly laughing in response. “Yes, well, I was going to accompany him today, but we got into an argument and he is quite unbearable when he believes that he is right, so I resorted to staying here.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’d much rather be here with you anyway.”

You sighed in contentment, tilting your head up to look at him. Loki wasted no time in giving you another peck, this time on the lips.

“So, what were your plans for the day?” Loki continued.

“I was coming in here to watch a movie, but you’re reading, so I think I’ll just sit with you, if that’s okay,” You smiled shyly at him. He brushed a piece of hair out of your face, placing it behind your ear.

“Nonsense, darling. You can still watch your movie. You know I’m dead to the world once I have a book in front of me. It won’t bother me a bit.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive,” Loki grinned. He walked around the couch with you in tow, then sat down, pulling you into his side. He passed you the television remote as you snuggled into him. Once you were comfortable, he conjured up his book out of thin air, flipping it open with his Seidr.

You stayed just like that, in a state of pure bliss, for close to an hour before you got tugged out of it by the faintest tingling sensation on your ribs. You looked down to see Loki’s index finger drawing circles over your shirt.

You smiled, not entirely sure if it was because of the feeling or the act itself, as you slowly peered up at him. He didn’t notice, of course, because he was well into the climax of his story, so you just shifted a bit in his hold and attempted to turn your attention back to the movie.

Your repositioning caused him to cease his finger for a moment, but once you settled back down, you felt it again. You bit the inside of your cheek, willing yourself not to laugh or move.

You had somehow gone this entire 6-month span without letting Loki know that you were ticklish. Insufferably so, since his one finger drawing shapes on your ribs was making you want to crawl out of your skin.

It’s not that you didn’t want him to know. You weren’t keeping it from him, per se, but you knew that once he figured it out, you’d never be able to go another day without him trying to tickle you. Not that it would be a bad thing considering how much you cherished how playful he was with you.

It’s also not as if his touch was unwelcome. If you weren’t so damn ticklish, you could probably melt right into it. But the way his fingernail was lightly dragging across one of your most ticklish spots was enough to force you to release a breath you’d been holding and move your arm so it covered your ribs.

Loki’s hand relocated farther down, resting on that place where your belly met your side. You took a quick glance back up at him, seeing that he was still emersed in his book.

How cute is that?

You realized that he most likely had no idea what he was doing—almost as if his hand wasn’t attached to his body. You’d always loved that about Loki; how when he became so engrossed in a story, that it was close to impossible to pull him out of his lulled state.

So, when his hand started up again, this time at your belly and with an added middle finger, you didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop no matter how much it tickled.

You pressed your lips together into a tight smile, balling your hands into fists and burying your face into Loki’s chest. You gave up on watching the movie because all you could think about was keeping your squirming at bay so you didn’t disturb him.

Your abdomen tensed under his touch when his nails travelled too close to your waistline and your breathing hitched in your throat. You had to move. You had to. There was no way you could keep up this façade for much longer.

You played it off as a yawn—stretching your arms and legs out, then snuggling into his side a bit more.

“Are you alright?” Loki asked you, breaking away from his book. Shit. You gazed up at him, an apologetic smile on your face.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just wanted to get more comfortable,” You placed your hand on his chest. “I’m good, now.”

He pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead before turning back to his copy of Macbeth. You let out a sigh of relief once you realized his fingers had stopped brushing against your side. You took the time to relax, finally putting your concentration back on the movie. Luckily it was one you’d seen plenty of times because you’d missed a small portion of it when you were struggling to control your reactions.

A minute or two went by, then you let out a small squeak when Loki’s fingers proceeded to make lazy shapes across your belly again. You had to hold yourself back from audibly groaning because this time, all 5 of his fingers had joined in.

You subtly covered your mouth with your hand and shut your eyes, praying to any God that could hear that he’d quit before it became too much and you gave yourself away with your laughter.

Sure, you could tell him to stop or reach out and cover his hand with your own, but Loki’s adorable absentminded ministrations outweighed your ticklish predicament. Plus, you knew better than to outwardly tell the God of Mischief that he was tickling you.

Again and again, he swirled his fingertips across your tummy, agonizingly slow and painfully gentle. Unfortunately, you jolted particularly hard when his pinky grazed your hipbone, pulling him away from his Shakespearean play once more.

“Darling, are you positive you’re alright?” He placed a steady hand on your hip and rubbed up and down.

“I swear I’m okay! I just had a muscle spasm,” You lied. Loki scrunched his eyebrows together and hummed. You gave him another polite smile prior to releasing a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding and turning your eyes back to the movie.

This time, Loki refrained from continuing his story. He kept turning the pages magically, as he had been the past hour, but only to make you believe he’d gone back to reading. Instead, his eyes watched you. He kept a firm hand on your side, noticing how you visibly relaxed into his touch. Then, experimentally, he lifted his palm and stroked his nails across your belly, smirking when you grimaced aloud and bit on one of your knuckles to stop yourself from laughing.

He kept his fingers moving, savoring the way you hid behind your hands every time he brushed over a sensitive spot. After a few minutes of watching you make an effort to hold in your reactions, Loki decided that he’d much rather hear you laugh.

Without warning, the God slid his hand down to your hip and fluttered his fingers there, honing in on the spot that made you twitch in the first place. You couldn’t help the melodic giggle that rose from your throat, your hand instinctively shooting down to grab Loki’s.

“All this time getting to know each other and you never once mentioned that you were ticklish,” Loki stated as he flicked his wrist, making his book disappear. He snatched his hand out of your grasp and shot it up to your ribs, wiggling his torturous digits over the fabric of your shirt.

You squealed and clamped your arm down to your side. “Ihihit nehever came uhuhup!”

Loki reached over with his right arm now that his book was gone and gathered your wrists together, holding them to your chest. Then, he lightened his touch, scratching his first two fingers back and forth across a terribly sensitive rib, chuckling darkly at how that seemed to almost incapacitate you.

You squirmed into him, attempting to evade his nails, but it only egged him on.

“Really, darling, this is quite adorable. Almost as adorable as you trying not to laugh earlier,” Loki taunted. You let out a strangled gasp which quickly turned into a shriek and a bout of laughter as he moved his hand closer to the front of your ribs, directly above your navel.

“Yohou- you- AH! You were dohoing it ohohon puhurpose?” You stammered out through giggles. Loki flitted his two fingers even lower, now dancing above the waistline of your shorts. You jolted again, leaning your head back onto your lover’s shoulder and cackled hysterically as you accepted your fate.

“Not at first, no. I was unaware that I was tickling you, but it was this spot riiiigghhtt here,” Loki sang as he sped up his fingers, adding the other three to cover more skin, “that gave you away.”

“AHAHA! LOKIHIHI!”

“Oh, my. If this is your reaction to such a light touch, then I shudder to think about what this might do,” Loki punctuated the word with a couple of harsh squeezes to your hipbone. Your laughter pitched up an octave, then you pulled your knees into your chest as far as they’d go, blocking him from tickling you further.

Loki retracted his hand from your hip and let go of your bound wrists, having a quick laugh at your expense. He lovingly stroked your leg and placed a peck to the top of your head. “That was endearing.”

You heaved out a few breaths before responding. “You’re never going to let me know peace, are you?”

“Of course I will, love,” Loki chuckled. “At least once a week.”

You whirled your upper body around as much as you could to face him, eyes widened in panic. “Once a week?!”

“Relax, my dear, I’m only joking,” he replied, placing a ticklish pinch to your side. “How about twice a week? By the looks of it, you seemed to have enjoyed it considering how long you held out.”

You giggled, not quite sure if it was because of his small quip or the squeeze. Probably both. Still, you rolled your eyes playfully and settled back into his side. Loki let silence overcome the two of you for a moment before speaking up.

“Why did you hold out so long? I could tell towards the end that it was becoming a bit much for you,” He noted. Your face burned red and it was almost as if Loki could feel it through his usual Asgardian outerwear because he had to clarify. “Do you like it?”

“N-no! I- well, I mean I don’t hate it, but- I like- UGH!” You stuttered, hiding your face into his chest again. Loki didn’t tease you for your extremely flustered state. Instead, he waited for you to calm down. “I like it when we get into playful moods like this. I like being close to you,” you said, muffled into his shirt.

Loki ran his fingers through your hair, smiling fondly even though you weren’t able to see him. “That’s completely understandable. I only ask because I’d never want to push your boundaries. I love having you close, too.”

You glanced up at him, finally seeing the grin overtaking his face and gave him one back. “That’s not the real reason I let you keep going, though.”

“It’s not?” Loki raised an eyebrow. You shook your head. “Then, why, pray tell, would you subject yourself to such ‘torture’ as you Midgardians call it?”

You giggled softly, bringing a hand up to rub your thumb across his jaw. “Because you’re really cute when you’re off in your own little world.”

Loki’s eyes dilated, then. He was caught off guard by your compliment and mistakenly let a faint blush grace his cheeks. You, of course, noticed immediately.

“Aw, you’re blushing!” You teased the God, kissing his left cheekbone. Loki scowled at you, though there was no meaning in it, then it hurriedly transformed into a smirk.

“And you look cute when you’re laughing!” He jested back before wrapping his arms around your torso and digging his fingers into your belly. You instantly roared in loud laughter, trying not to squirm or push him away to let him know that this kind of playfulness was always welcome.

Loki eventually relented when he noticed you started hiccupping through your giggles to get more oxygen into your lungs. He rubbed the residual tingling feeling away from your belly and once your breathing steadied, you melted into his side, falling asleep to the beat of Loki’s heart.

Yeah, you wouldn’t mind spending every Sunday just like this.

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 2 years

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“Shine”- a Loki/Reader one-shot

You finally get a break from being a personal assistant at the Avengers Compound when you get cast in a leading role in the local community theater’s production of Beauty and the Beast. Loki, as familiar with the theater as he is, can’t help but get worried and jealous of your leading man, and he has an idea on how to keep an eye on you…

Pairing: Loki x Plus Size!Reader CW: Dumb, contrived fluff, Jealous!Loki, stage fright, body insecurity Word Count: 2.8k

“I can’t believe I got Belle!” you said excitedly, sitting around the conference table with Clint, Bruce, and Steve. “I didn’t think I did well at the callback.”

Not to mention, a woman my size isn’t usually considered princess material, you thought, not wanting to say as much out loud in front of three attractive men. The last time you were under a size-10 was in middle school, and these days you hovered between an 18 and a 20. You were usually cast as the villain or the comedic relief on stage because of it, but this director had apparently loved your voice enough that your dress size didn’t matter to her. Finally, your chance at a lead had come.

“I can’t believe you’re willing to drive forty-five minutes each way to sing and act in front of strangers,” Bruce said, half-jokingly. “But I’m sure you’ll be great.”

“Y’know, I played Belle once,” Clint quipped. “But then Lila told me she was tired and wanted to switch the DVD to something else.”

“I have to admit, these Disney cartoon films weren’t the first things I took in after being awoken,” Steve added, “But congratulations. I’ll be sure to buy tickets.”

You beamed. “I hope you all come! In fact, I bet I can convince the box office to comp you all. The Avengers endorsing a small-town theater would be a boon for them.”

“The only problem is, we still need a Gaston,” you added. “We need to find someone fast, but it IS a small town, and no one has the vocal range, or the cockiness in his personality, needed for the part. We may not have a show without a Gaston.”

You heard heavy bootsteps come up behind you, and you didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“A children’s show?” Loki scoffed. “Why would you want to see something as inane as a musical derived from a cartoon?”

Ever since you were hired, you’d had it pretty bad for Loki. He was smart, funny, and his long, bouncy black hair made you swoon. However, you’d stayed away under the assumption that Loki could have any beautiful woman he wanted, and someone like you would never live up to the lovers of his past. Loki must’ve taken offense to this, for when he grew wise to your reasons for keeping your distance, he immediately closed the gap and began flirting with you in the hallways. You thought he was mocking you, and so, in spite of your crush on him, you always brushed by him, never acknowledging him as anything more than an Avenger.

You groaned. “Piss off, even you can’t rain on my parade today!”

Loki pulled out the chair next to you and took a seat. “And does this mean you’ll be quitting?”

You shook your head. “I know that’s what you’re hoping for, but no, it’s just in the evenings four times a week until tech.”

“And how much are you being paid?” he added. “As a leading character, hopefully plenty?”

You rolled your eyes. “I thank you not to judge my hobby. And no, it’s not a paid engagement.”

“I don’t judge your choice of pastime,” Loki countered. “In fact, I patronized the performing arts on Asgard frequently. My qualm is that you are willing to drive a long way from here, four days a week, to work amongst strangers for no money whatsoever, only to expose yourself before a live audience, who could either love you or laugh you out of the house.”

You could feel his icy words begin to affect you.

“Hey, come off it, Laufeyson,” Steve snapped. “Why can’t you be happy for her?”

“It’s my dream role,” you added.

“I imagine, as a leading woman, you will be kissing a leading man as well? Kissing a stranger in public!” Loki sighed. “Theater people will do anything for a bit! It just doesn’t seem very becoming of a single woman.”

You grunted and shot out of your seat. “Becoming?! The only thing I’m BECOMING is agitated, Loki! Jesus Christ, do you always have to cast a cloud of negativity over every little good thing that happens to one of us?”

“No,” he said as if it were simple fact. “Only when it happens to you.”

You bit your lip. “If this is your idea of flirting, Loki, you need to take a lesson or two.”

You went to leave, deciding to take the rest of your lunch break in the lab. Before you left the conference room, you turned back to Loki. “And yes, I’m kissing someone. He’s rather handsome, too, and his voice could remove my panties faster than your magic ever could.”

“Ouch!” Steve laughed.

“Nice one,” Bruce added.

Clint leaned back and folded his arms, amused. “There isn’t enough aloe in the country to soothe that burn.”

Loki looked down at his lap, smarting at your insult as you skipped away in triumph. Even so, he was already concocting a plan. He just needed to rent a certain film to do some research first…

“—ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered…”

Three days later, you were dressed ready for a one-on-one dance workshop with the choreographer when you first entered the space that, two months from now, would be shining spotlights on you as you belted out the final notes to “Home.”

The house was already populated with other actors and tech crew working. The Narrator’s deep bass was chilling.

“Y/N!” chimed out Bri, the choreographer waiting for you. You smiled as she came up to you. “Glad you’re on time! Thanks for bringing character shoes.”

You shrugged. “About time I took them out for a spin again! Hey, any updates on the Gaston situation?”

Bri nodded excitedly. “Actually, the director’s meeting with a candidate right now. He sure looks the part, at least I think so! He’s just got to audition—”

As if on cue, a rich, handsome baritone started singing some tune that was unfamiliar to you. It was upbeat and robust, but it was also a sweet melody.

Oh no, I might end up falling for the bad guy in the end if this man gets the role, you thought, shuffling towards the left wing, where a piano was being kept, and where an accompanist was plunking out the song the mysterious singer was gifting your ears with.

You brushed aside one of the curtains, only to stop in your tracks as you processed that it was Loki himself, singing that incredible song. The director was standing behind the accompanist, looking very pleased with him. Your jaw hit the floor.

After the final bar, the entirety of the cast had gathered around the left wing, and they all erupted in applause and cheers.

Marie, the director, quickly scooted around the piano to shake Loki’s hand. “Welcome to the cast, Gaston! Everyone, we have a full cast!”

Fuck. A. Duck.

Everyone clapped again as Marie gently turned Loki around to face you. “And I believe you already know our Belle! You two probably know how to work together already! So, Mr. Loki, go see Adele for costuming before the end of tonight if you would? And Y/N,” she turned to you. “I changed my mind, I want you and Garrett doing Intimacy Coaching with Marty in the green room, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” you said, trying to hide your burning desire to kick Loki in his sack. As soon as Marie left you to your own devices, Loki smirked and raised a curious eyebrow.

“Intimacy Coaching?” he asked, sounding intrigued.

“Don’t get your hopes up, perv,” you groaned. “It’s just boundaries and limit-testing. We kiss twice at the end of the show and it’s to make sure we’re cool with each other, that’s all.”

“I’m sure your partner wouldn’t agree,” Loki murmured.

“Okay, first of all, Garrett is gay. Gayer than Christmas. So that’s already one problem solved,” you told him. “Second, just…why? Why, Loki? Was tormenting me at work not enough to get you off anymore?”

“I thought someone needed to keep an eye on you,” Loki growled. “And it’s been nearly a millennium since I’ve graced a stage with my presence, so I—”

“—you are ridiculous, you know that? You SHOULD be playing LeFou!” you barked, spinning on your heels and walking away before you lost your cool entirely.

Loki followed you with his eyes, his shoulder dropping as you left the house. Damn, he thought. I’m losing my touch. Sighing, he went to go retrieve a script from the stage manager as Garrett, the actor playing Beast, was practicing the final notes of his big ballad, which seemed to perfectly reflect the feelings in Loki’s own heart in that moment:

“Hope I could have loved her and that she'd set me free But it's not to be If I can't love her…”

Tech Week arrived faster than you thought; you were having such a blast rehearsing for the role of a lifetime. What’s more, when word got out that an Avenger was in the leading cast, ticket sales boomed so much that the company had to rent out another week from the building for a second weekend of the run, which of course meant even more people would be seeing you.

You didn’t say anything more to Loki than was absolutely mandated by your respective parts in the show. Even at music rehearsal, you sang away from him. If you’d just turned your head a few times during a solo, you would have seen that Loki was genuinely impressed by your vocals, and couldn’t hide the admiring look on his face.

Admittedly, the stage fright was beginning to crawl up your back, especially now as you were in the green room with the costumer, getting the final touches finished on your ball gown. Sadly, no version of the iconic yellow gown fit your full body, so a replica in the same size and shape, but in a crystal blue color more akin to Cinderella, was made. You still looked incredible, at least according to the seamstress, but the fact that there was no costume in the yellow you’d dreamed of wearing as a girl made your insecurity only grow. Now showtime was beginning to feel less like a looming adventure and more like a ticking clock. Would the audience receive you for who you were as a singer-slash-actor? Or would no one be able to get past your looks. After all, it was right there in the song lyrics: “it’s no wonder her name means ‘beauty.’”

“Would you like to go out and show everyone?” asked the costumer. You looked at yourself one more time in the mirror, sighing and admitting to yourself that you really looked all right.

Picking up the hem of your billowing skirt, you went upstairs and onto the stage, where two stagehands were standing under spotlights, so that the tech director could focus them.

“Oh, never mind, let her stand under the light,” the tech master yelled from the booth above the back of the house as you stepped onto the stage. The stagehands moved aside for you, and you could hear several people gasping from the house.

“Y/N!” cried out Marie. “You’re stunning! Can you move well enough to dance?”

“Yes,” you said meekly, stepping into the light, feeling vulnerable.

“Geddit, Bella!” you could hear Garrett calling from the wings, and you looked over at him, dressed in his own royal-blue best.

“Do a slow turn,” the tech master asked. You obeyed. “The light reflects this color differently than I thought…”

After a few minutes of standing in the light, hearing the encouragement from your cast and crewmates, you were given permission to step aside and to get out of your dress and into dance gear for the top of the show, but as you swiftly walked back into the wings, you heard Loki call out from near the curtain.

“Beautiful,” he mused, admiring you. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him oddly.

You couldn’t help but fail to stifle a laugh at Loki’s appearance in his own costume: the standard candy-apple red jacket and black ponytail. He looked the part for certain, but seeing him in such a recognizable suit was strange, to say the least.

Loki smiled and looked down at himself. “I know. I should have asked to play the clock.”

You smiled. “You look like Gaston,” you said.

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Should I consider that an insult?”

“Um….no,” you answered. “He’s supposed to be the physical ideal. Herculean, y’know?”

Loki took this as a signal to slowly close the gap between you, looking you in the eye. “I knew Heracles,” he said quietly. “He’s not exactly someone I’d invite to supper.”

“Look, Loki,” you began, “About what’s been going on between us, I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe it’s worth it to talk things through? After all—”

“—Y/N, I didn’t make my intentions fully clear before,” he said. “I did not take this part because I was worried that you’d be swept off your feet by another. Well, perhaps not entirely.”

“You didn’t? Could have fooled me,” you quipped.

“Ever since Stark hired you,” he continued, “I’ve held a bit of a torch for you. That said, my knowledge of Midgardian flirting rituals are limited. Once I thought my attempts to get your attention were yielding the opposite result to what I was hoping for, maybe I became a bit spiteful.”

“So you DID ask for the part to torture me?”

He quickly shook his head. “I wanted to protect you.”

“From whom?” you asked.

Loki sighed. “One thing about Midgard I DO know about is the shallowness of the people here. I know you are a lady of beauty, but the humans out there can’t seem to appreciate anything that falls outside their norm. I was afraid they would come after you.”

You looked away from Loki, blushing and hoping he wouldn’t notice. “I guess I appreciate the gesture, cavalier and outdated as it is.”

“But,” Loki continued, putting up a hand. “After hearing your dulcet tones sweetening the air in the room, and seeing you grace the stage with your body in that immense dress, I don’t see a need to protect you any more.”

You cocked your head. “No?”

Loki smiled and took your hand, gently starting to remove the opera glove on your arm. “You are talented and graceful. Any audience that would judge you for a large frame and not your skills are mad and not worthy to attend the performance. But, with what you’ve been bringing, I think worrying is no longer required.”

You smiled. “Thank you.”

“And,” Loki continued, removing the glove and bringing your bare hand to his lips, laying a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “If you would forgive me for my previous misguided transgressions, I would be honored if you’d let me escort you to the after party on our final evening.”

The light kiss on your hand sent electricity up your arm and down your spine.

“You’d willingly be seen with me?” you asked. “And you’d be proud of me?”

Loki took your arm and pulled you in even closer, taking his hand and running it gently along your cheek. “My dear, I’d be a beast not to be.”

Opening night, you felt the icy chill of stage fright cement you off in the right wing as the recorded narration and the opening scene played out for the audience.

Loki was right behind you, confident in his stride as always.

“How do you feel, Belle?” he asked gently, leaning by your ear from behind you as you stood watching for your cue. You shook your head, your skin shaking with fear. “Darling, your skin is trembling.”

He caressed your neck with a hand, and somehow, it did the trick, stopping the shakes underneath your skin and warming you.

“You really think they’re going to like me?” you asked. “What of--?”

“—no what ifs, Y/N,” Loki demanded. “This is your finest hour,” Loki said, encouraging you with a firm-but-kind hand on the small of your back. “Act like it.”

Giving you one last kiss for luck on your cheek, he gestured to the stage, where the scene was going black and the narration dying. “I do believe that is your cue. Go. Shine.”

You felt a tingle of courage (and pleasure) milk the adrenaline from your brain, giving you the fuel that you needed to take your place for your grand entrance. Once you did, and once the first spotlight and twinklings of “Belle” emitted from the orchestra pit, the audience clapped for you.

You immediately blew them away with your opening notes, Loki’s own heart began to tremble with admiration (and affection) as he watched you.

“Little town…such a quiet village…”

@el-zef @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @lokisgoodgirl @mischief2sarawr @michelleleewise @mochie85 @toozmanykids @xorpsbane @huntress-artemis @itsybitchylittlewitchy @the-fantasy-loving-angel @moonlightreader649 @littlemarvelmenfan @ficitve-sl0th

#MCU #MCU Loki #MCU fanfiction #Loki fanfiction #Loki fluff #Beauty and the Beast #MCU Avengers #fluff fic #fanfiction #theater #marvel #loki x reader #plus-size reader #loki/reader #loki x reader fluff #enemies to lovers

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ao3-elle1991 · 1 year

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I posted 789 times in 2022

23 posts created (3%)

766 posts reblogged (97%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@saintlopezlov3r

@ghostly-lee

@petite-madame

@elkleggs

@boomdafunk

I tagged 788 of my posts in 2022

#marvel - 758 posts

#mcu - 758 posts

#avengers - 558 posts

#bucky barnes - 283 posts

#winter soldier - 283 posts

#captain america - 263 posts

#steve rogers - 253 posts

#stucky - 154 posts

#loki - 125 posts

#loki laufeyson - 121 posts

Longest Tag: 46 characters

#steve and bucky try the extreme yoga challenge

My Top Posts in 2022:

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Pass the happy! When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications 😙✨

Ooh this is cute!

OK, 5 things that make me happy:

My friends 🤗

My mum 👩

Writing ✍

Travelling 🌍

Cats 😻

Tagging the last 10 people in my notifications, feel free to join in and share what makes you happy! @callmekayyyyy @frickss75 @debinthewind @theslightlyevilpooka @asexualyeeter @astro-reblogs @randomhottieactors @agoldenplum @ruinerofcheese @daniellerivers70

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*DEMENTED HAPPY SCREECHING NOISES!!*

Have I just finished plot-planning a sequel to Fearless? Yes!

Is the plot plan 36k words long? Yes!

Will I finally starting writing and publishing this beast of a story in the coming weeks? YES! 🥳

9 notes - Posted July 29, 2022

Let Me Go

Coming to terms with death is difficult, particularly when that death is your own.

When Natasha Romanoff sacrificed herself on Vormir to help bring back half the Universe, she did not expect to survive.

But whilst her physical body perished, her soul awakened in a place that different cultures have named the Soul World, the Afterlife, or Heaven.

This is not the end of her story; it is a new beginning.

AO3 warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Cooper Barton, Lila Barton, Nathaniel Pietro Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Phil Coulson, Original Characters

Tags: Grief/Mourning, Healing, Afterlife, Magic, Love, Friendship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study

Chapter 1: Whatever It Takes

24 notes - Posted August 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

1 million words celebration! 🎉

With the publication of chapter 2 of Let Me Go last Friday, I've now written over 1 million words of fanfiction on AO3!

What started in 2016 as a way to cope with heartbreak and grief has turned into a beautiful hobby that I absolutely adore and has led to:

1,004,115 words

27 stories

303,286 readers

A huge, huge thank you to all of you who have been a part of this journey with me! Friends, collab partners, readers, commenters - you have all made this so much fun and I can't wait to keep creating and sharing my imaginary worlds with you ❤

Big love in particular to @chiyume, @call-me-kayyyyy, @callmekayyyyy, @wickedromanoff, @lignadm, @schatten-wolfsdrache, @nicholasbholmes, @ahufflepuffnannywriter, @shalandrial, @thewickedverkaiking, @nonexistenz, @ruinerofcheese, @withinmeloveresides1, @velvetjinx, @thelittleblackfox, @bethofaus, @darkestspiritofthemoon, @beaarthurpendragon, @cryo-bucky

25 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

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viveetvivant · 10 months

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Loki eyed the creature with hesitant curiosity, like a dog sniffing something new to them. Aside from Timmy —and he had been much older than this when they’d first taken him in— his last experience with a baby had been… well, his own. He watched her from a safe distance, observing the way in which she tiredly stirred with her eyes seemingly closed constantly, emitting soft grunts and whines as she ungracefully stretched her limbs.

“Matty picked the name, isn’t it pretty?” Amy said with a warm smile upon having introduced Lila to her great uncles. She reached down with a finger for the baby girl to wrap her whole hand around and brought her tiny knuckles up to her lips so she could press several soft kisses against them. “Wanna hold her?,” she asked Bucky, already adjusting her in her arms to pass her over. | @indieforgirl

#indieforgirl #♚ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (ｌｏｋｉ )#♚ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (ｅｘｃｌｕｓｉｖｅ)

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wegingerangelica · 1 year

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It's been a hell of a year for you, darling! So, please answer any or all of the following, if you would?

End of the year Asks

Song of the year?

Album of the year?

Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

Movie of the year?

TV show of the year?

Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?

Favorite actor of the year?

Game of the year?

Best month for you this year?

Something that made you cry this year?

Something you want to do again next year?

Talk about a new friend you made this year

How was your birthday this year?

Favorite book you read this year?

What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?

Post a picture from the beginning of the year

Post a picture from the end of the year

A memorable meal this year?

What’re you excited about for next year?

What’s something you learned this year?

What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

Favorite place you visited this year?

If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?

Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

Thank you, lovely Caffiend!

Song- Face It Alone by Queen. Bringing our beloved Freddie Mercury back to us one more time.

Album- Queen's re-released The Miracle Collector's Edition that my hubby gave me for my birthday.

Elley Duhe

Jurassic Park World Dominion

The Essex Serpent

I saw a 3D picture of The Twin Towers at GROUND ZERO. I thought to myself, "this sums it up."

Tom Hiddleston- Favorite actor of every year!

Game of 2022- Survival of the fittest.

None.

The Insurrection at our Capitol. War on Ukraine. My church Elder died. My Dad died. My Mom doesn't know who I am, etc...

Nothing from this year, but I would like to see Colorado Springs again.

I met a wonderful lady at church. She talked of all the states she's lived in and how her family is spread out all over the eastern US. She told me about her baking and the fruit cake she made for Christmas. After she and her husband left (we were at potluck), she returned to the bottom of the stairs, motioned for my husband to come over, (I did not see her), then she handed him her last homemade fruit cake and said, "Merry Christmas".

My husband showered me with gifts! The best one was The Miracle Collector's Edition.

I read The Night Manager Saga and I Love the Way You Lie again. Wonderful way to put all the turmoil out of your mind! I have been reading a lot of Loki fanfiction.

I am swearing like a sailor! I am truly trying to stop.

I will try at the end.

Ditto.

Thanksgiving when my kids were together with us.

World Peace! People getting along!

The eye opener for me was how hateful, cruel and harmful that some people are in this country.

We have a pug family!!! Our kids are all gone so we now have another family to love and care for! Max the dad, Angel the mom, Lilly Belle and Lila Mae the children, and JackJack the grandpa.

My sister in Lincoln, Ne.

Fence in the yard!!!

No.

Yes. A perfect mate for Loki to drive him crazy and delight the reader. She struggles with 3 personalities and has yet to learn her abilities.

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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 years

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The Beginning - Knight Steve Rogers X Prince Loki Odinson

Title: The Beginning

Knight Steve Roger X Prince Loki Odinson

Additional Characters: Bucky, Peter, Sam, Kate (OC), Odin (Mentioned), Frigga (Mentioned), Thor (Mentioned), Hela (Mentioned), Wanda (Mentioned), Vision (Mentioned), Tommy (Mentioned), Billy (Mentioned), Tony (Mentioned), Pepper (Mentioned), Morgan (Mentioned), Clint (Mentioned), Laura (Mentioned), Cooper (Mentioned), Lila (Mentioned), and Nathaniel (Mentioned)

WC: 1,501

Across the unruly Matrun Sea, over the Elliswood Mountains, and through the Misty Woods lived the Kingdom of Asgardia. There, King Odin and Queen Frigga reside with their children, Princess Hela, Prince Thor, and Prince Loki. They lived in great harmony with the three other Kingdoms around them; The Kingdom Westenview, The Kingdom of New Yorkshire, and The Kingdom of Iowania. These Kingdoms together are strong allies, helping each other in times of need.

The Kingdom of Westenview was ruled by Queen Wanda and King Vision, along with their two children, Prince Tommy and Prince Billy. Their Kingdom is great and fuels the lands with extravagant harvests each year, keeping the lands fresh and bountiful for whom all live there.

The Kingdom of New Yorkshire was ruled by King Anthony and Queen Virginia, also known as Queen Pepper, who were close to her. Together, they brought Princess Morgan into the world, their heir to the New Yorkshire throne. Their Kingdom together brought large quantities of the finest silks and fabrics. Clothing the needy and warming up their Kingdom’s people in the harsh winter.

The Kingdom of Iowania was ruled by King Clint and Queen Laura and their children; Prince Cooper, Princess Lila, and their youngest, Prince Nathaniel. Their Kingdom brought strong and fierce weapons for their army and their ally’s army around them. Training their people with the best swords and bows and arrows.

Lastly, the Kingdom of Asgardia, as said before, home of the King and Queen and their children. They provide the best tutors and prophets, teaching their Kingdom and their allies the best knowledge that money can offer. And, along with their fine teachings, they had the best Knight school in the land.

Sir Steven Rogers was a part of the Knight School, along with his friends; Sir Sam, Sir James, and the young Peter. Peter was Steve’s knight in training, and it was his job to teach the young squire the ways around a sword and how to take down any possible enemies. The young Squire Peter had come a long way from when he first stepped foot in the knight’s barracks, and Steve was sure Peter would join the knight’s table in time.

As Steve woke up for the day, the sun was barely rising, coating the sky in a bright yellow and orange. The birds were quietly chirping, waking up for the day as he had. Steve yawned and stretched, quickly grabbing his knightly apparel and getting ready for the long day ahead of him.

Stepping out to the main hall of the knight’s barracks, Steve knocked on Sir Knight James’s door. James had been Steve’s friend ever since they were children, spending most of their time either tending to their parents far dreaming of a different life, or sword fighting with sticks in the Misty Woods. Earning James the nickname, Bucky from Steve, and Punk from Bucky. Soon, the both of them began training to become knights for the Royal Kingdom, and along the way, they met Sir Sam.

Sam was as loyal as they came, and as dedicated to his dreams as he is to the Kingdom’s cause. Steve and Bucky immediately befriended Sam, and thus a powerful friendship grew.

Steve waited as the door slowly opened, a sleepy Bucky appearing from within the darkness of the room. Rubbing his eyes, Bucky yawned and looked towards his longtime best friend.

“Yeah?” Bucky spoke, voice gruff and full of sleep.

Steve rolled his eyes with a faint smile on his face.

“We have training in an hour.” Steve explained and Bucky groaned.

He just wanted a day off.

“But we trained yesterday…” Bucky spoke up, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“And we’ll keep training until Queen Frigga chooses a captain. Now, wake Sam up, I know he’s in there with you.” Steve spoke with a smirk, leaving to the kitchens.

Bucky’s face flushed deeply, his eyes slightly wide as he shut the door. Lighting the candles around the room, Sam slowly awoke from his nightly slumber.

“Steve knows, Sam.” Bucky spoke up, hands rubbing his cheeks in embarrassment.

“Oh, he’s known for a while,” Sam reassured him.

Steve walked into the kitchen, Kate, the head cook, met him at the entrance. Brushing her hands on her floured apron she gave the knight a bright smile.

“Hello, Steven! What can I do for you?” Kate asked, and Steve returned the smile.

“Three servings of breakfast please. Has the family started?” Steve asked and Kate nodded.

“Yes, they have. Though, I believe the Prince wants to speak to you after training today.” Kate smirked and raised her eyebrows suggestively.

“Well, thank you, Kate. I’ll be sure to see what the Prince needs. Could you send the food down when ready?” Steve asked and Kate nodded, before running back into the kitchen to prepare the food.

Swords clash in the air, as Steve’s sword meets Peter’s. Peter pulls away, breathless before swinging his sword at Steve with a small battle cry, aiming for Steve’s open side. Steve blocks his attack, drawing back and taking a swing at the young lad. Peter tried to hold off Steve’s attack, using all of his strength to try and push off Steve’s sword, failing and falling down on his back with a thud. Breathing heavily, Peter watched as Steve raised his sword to Peter’s neck.

“Do you surrender?” Steve asked, seemingly unfazed from the tiresome training.

Peter sighed and nodded, Steve pulled the sword away, seething it.

“You did well, Peter. Take a break.” He spoke, giving the boy a hand and pulling him up.

Taking a drink from his water flask from his belt, Peter walked over to watch Bucky and Sam joust, riding on the backs of magnificent horses, carrying mighty lances.

Steve gave a sigh and wiped his brow, noticing a figure off in the distance resting against a tree. Hiding the smile on his face, Steve walked over, resting his hands on his hips.

Prince Loki has visited Steve ever since they were young teenagers, spending time together during Steve’s knightly breaks and when Loki decided to ditch class with his tutor for the day. Some days Loki would just read as Steve practiced his swordsmanship on a tree. Just spending time in each other's presence. It was calming to both of them. And some days, Loki would confide in Steve. Those were Steve’s favorite days.

This must be another one of them.

“Your majesty…” He began, as the figure pushed off the tree, walking over.

“My… I truly enjoyed the show.” Prince Loki smirked, giving the Knight a small applause.

“Kate said you wanted to speak to me.” Steve spoke, crossing his arms.

“Ah, yes. I did want to speak to you. It is quite important.” The Prince spoke, tapping his index finger on his chin.

Steve said nothing, waiting for Loki to continue.

“Well, alright… I’ll tell you. Since you are so excited to hear…” Loki began, flipping his hair over his shoulder dramatically. “My parents are throwing a ball for me to find a betrothed. A waste of time really. It’s not like I will find the person of my dreams or love of my life there.”

Steve narrowed his eyes in confusion, uncrossing his arms. “What do you mean?”

Loki rolled his eyes, sighing. “I have fallen for a peasant, and I doubt good ol’ mother and father would understand that.”

Steve’s eyes widened comically wide, his jaw dropping.

“Okay, first off, that’s rude, even for you, Prince. And, two… You are in love with a commoner!?”

Loki rushed over, covering Steve’s mouth with his hand, eyes glancing at the fellow knights a ways away.

“Could you be any louder? Shout it from the mountain tops if you must.” Loki spoke, dropping his hand, and glaring at the knight before him.

“I won’t tell anyone. But, you should tell the King and Queen, they must kno-”

Steve began but Loki interrupted him.

“So what? They can tell me I can’t marry a commoner and force me to marry the first perfect royal they see?” He spoke frustratedly, throwing his hands in the air with an angry sigh.

“Maybe they would let you be with whomever you love…” Steve tried but Loki shook his head.

“No, and even if my mother lets me, my father will overthrow her decision. You know how he loves to watch me suffer.”

Steve said nothing more, the frown on his face deepening.

“And, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll make sure neither you or your knight friends will become Captain.” Loki threatened, staring down at the knight.

Steve sighed, closing his eyes, nodding.

Loki smirked and turned on his heels, turning back to the side castle entrance.

“Prince Loki.” Steve called out, forcing the Prince to stop and turn to Steve.

“What are you going to do?” He asked and Loki turned back around, his back facing Steve.

“I’ll do what I must…”

#knight steve rogers #prince loki odinson #steve x loki #loki x steve #steve rogers x loki odinson #cute fluff #mcu #gay #marvel mcu #the avengers #slight angst

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lilacevans · 1 year

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lila, let me say first that you are an angel and i love you 💜 always spoiling us 🥺

can I have a header pretty please? <3

ideally, I’d love sebastian stan (bucky) and tom hiddleston (loki) but!!! you don’t normally do the latter so if it’s too much trouble, a nice steve rogers & bucky would be very very cool too!!

thank you babe mwah

here u go honey!!!<33

#lila answers #missraion💜#alix💓#lila's headers #lila's gifs #tom hiddleston #loki #loki laufeyson #lila's loki gifs #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #lila's bucky gifs #gif gifts for moots

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mischiefxmuses · 1 year

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closed starter for @cquity (Lila & Loki)

Loki wasn’t one to attend social things but he was curious to see what was going on, if anything would happen at this bar like what happened in the white house. It was his curiosity more so than anything. He always liked to learn more, intelligence led to developing his powers. His powers growing stronger whenever he practiced.

#loki & interactions #lilareply #lilaxlokithread01

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madhatterbri · 10 months

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Kneel | L. L.

Sunmary: Lila ran from the prince of mischief but gets caught. He reminds her that her place is on her knees.

Princess Lila struggled against the guards as soon as they went through a gold door. They dragged her to the bedroom of Loki the Prince of Mischief. Insults were hurled wildly. She reminded the guards that she was still a princess despite her capturing.

"Darling, what have I told you about that mouth of yours?" Loki tutted. He stood from his bed. He spread his arms out wide. "Glad to see you back home where you belong and soon you will be on your knees where you belong,"

The captured woman continued to struggle. "I do not belong here and I will never belong to you,"

His cocky smile washed away. The prince walked to his captor. Her struggle intensified. The man before her was never known to be stable when he was angry. She yelled at them to let her go.

Loki nodded before the guards pushed her knees forward. He bent forward to stare in her eyes.

"In the end, you will always kneel,"

#fanfiction #imagine #loki laufeyson #loki imagine #loki

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drstrangefictions · 2 years

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What If...Clint Barton Spoke Up During the Avengers Meeting?

Chapter one

Clint Barton & Original Female Character

Word Count: 1K+

Spoilers: "Loki" Season 1; "What If...?" Season 1; "i don't want to be saved" fanwork book 1

Basic Warnings + Trigger Warnings: brb crying, Frigg living a normal life??? couldn't be. Or could it?

AO3: Link

Master List || Next Chapter

Frigg sat alone outside of the conference room in the Avengers Tower. She looked over her shoulder and saw a few visible Avengers—Thor was amongst those that she could see. She swallowed hard, being unable to hear what they were discussing about her fate on Midgard. She saw a few Avengers wave their hands as they spoke–mostly Tony and Stephen going back and forth with two Avengers that had their backs to her. She noticed her uncle peer in her direction, but it was hard to tell if he was actually looking at her or at something in her general direction. The redhead (one of the two that had her back to Frigg) peered over her own shoulder and caught the young girl watching the conference. The Avenger quickly looked away from her and leaned toward the Avenger to her left. The Avenger she whispered to looked over his shoulder at Frigg.

Frigg turned away from the conference room and leaned against the glass wall and slowly slide down. Having to sit and wait to hear her undesired fate was a nightmare, it was boring, she would much rather run away and hide from the Avengers and the ants that inhabit this planet—it wasn’t that it was more fun, it was more so that she would be free from what was to come.

The door to the conference room swung open violently and pulled Frigg from her anxious thoughts. She looked up at the individual that stepped out of the room. Tony Peered down at her and walked past her with nothing to say. He held his head high as if he owned the place (and he did). Stephen was the next person to step out of the conference room.

“Don’t take it personally, he doesn’t play well with others.” Was all Stephen could offer her before he followed the bank account of the Avengers to another room.

Slowly, the Avengers filed out of the conference room and to wherever their next destination was. Thor, Natasha, and Clint were the last three to remain in the conference room. She heard Thor’s booming voice explain something to the two other Avengers, however she couldn’t make out what he was explaining to them. She crossed her arms and closed her eyes for what felt like an eternity (in reality it was probably only 15 minutes). The door swung open, and Thor walked past Frigg without giving her a passing glance. Natasha and Clint walked out of the room and stopped in front of her.

“Hey, kiddo.” Clint knelt down and patted her arm. “Did you bring anything here with you when Heimdal dropped you off?” He asked.

She blinked slowly and looked at Clint. It took her a moment to process what he had asked. She slowly shook her head.

Clint nodded. “How about you and Miss Romanoff here go shop around while I make a phone call, okay?”

Frigg furrowed her eyebrows and looked over at Natasha, who offered a small nod. “I’ll go, but I don’t understand what’s going on.” She spoke.

Clint stood up. “We’re going to find you a home.”

“We’re going to use the Stark Industries business credit card to buy everything you ask for.” Natasha said bluntly.

Frigg ran down the stairs. “Mom? Dad? Have either of you seen my headphones?” She hollered.

Laura stepped out of the kitchen while drying her hands with a towel. “I haven’t seen your headphones. Everyone’s outside if you want to go out and ask them.” She motioned to the door. “While you’re out there, tell them that lunch is just about ready.”

Frigg nodded as she walked toward the front door. “Will do!” She pulled the front door open and pushed the screen door. She peered out of the farmhouse and looked around at the open space before her. She stepped out of the house and walked toward the sound of Nathaniel screaming with joy. “Hey! Mom said lunch is almost ready. On an unrelated note, where are my headphones, Lila?”

“Have you checked my room; I may have barrowed them since someone took mine.” Lila said slowly as she focused on the target in front of her and her father. She exhaled slowly and let the string go on her bow, striking the center of the target.

“Bullseye!” Clint cheered quietly.

“I’ll check your room later, I guess. I didn’t want to barge in, that’s rude.” Frigg crossed her arms. “Boundaries and all. You heathens.”

Lila looked behind her and smiled at Frigg. “You get used to being part of the family.”

“If you’re going to fight, get it out before we eat or hold it in until after.” Clint plucked the bow out of Lila’s hand. “You, go grab your brothers; and you, go tell mom we’re just cleaning up.”

Frigg nodded. “You got it.” She spun on her heel and walked toward the front door; she stomped up the stairs and swung the screen door open. She pushed the door in. “They’re coming, they’ve made a mess of the yard and they want to clean it before they come back in.” She walked straight into the kitchen.

“At least they’re cleaning up this time.” Laura laughed to herself. She silently watched Frigg drag herself through the kitchen. “Are you alright?”

Frigg suddenly perked up, as if to erase any idea that she was anything but alright. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a naturally gloomy looking individual. It doesn’t help that my skin practically looks ghostly. I’m also so tired, I mean, my bags have bags!” She faced Laura and pulled the skin on her face downward, showcasing her eyebags (and her eyebags’ bags). “The only thing I have going for me is my brown hair, imagine how much gloomier I’d be if I had black hair.”

“Frigg…” Laura’s voice trailed.

“What?” Frigg locked eyes with Laura.

Laura gave her a small smile. “I have three kids of my own, two of them are teenagers. You’ve lived here for three years and have been a part of this family for the same amount of time. You might not be human, but you’re still a teenager. Nothing gets past me.”

Frigg looked away. “I suppose you’ve got me there. Everything gets past dad… or maybe he’s just really good at playing oblivious, I mean, he is a spy, isn’t he?” She looked back up. She rubbed the palm of her hand. “I still feel a bit weird about everything, you know? I know it’s been three years since I’ve been here and part of the family. It’s all just strange.” She furrowed her eyebrows and grabbed the stack of plates and utensils.

Laura watched her with a sad smile. “I understand.”

She slowly walked toward the dining room table. “I have no doubt. And I couldn’t be more grateful, I’d hate to know what my life would be like had I not been taken here.”

“Go wash your hands!” Clint hollered at his three kids as they ran into the house. He walked into the kitchen, passing Frigg. “What’s going on here?” He noted her expression.

“We’re just having a rare moment.” Laura said, saving Frigg.

“One of those bonding dealios.” Frigg added.

Clint pursed his lips. “Dealios?” He furrowed his eyebrows and glanced over at Frigg as he washed his hands. “This isn’t about what I think it is right? It’s not a female talk, is it?”

“What’s so bad about one of those talks?” Frigg raised an eyebrow.

“Everything.” Clint scoffed. “What’s really going on?”

Frigg inhaled and raised her shoulders. “Opening up emotionally and all that. I just feel weird about everything is all. It’s been a few years and I should be over it; shouldn’t I be?” She circled the table and placed a plate down in each spot; she circled the table a second time and placed the utensils down by each plate.

Clint walked toward her and pulled one of the chairs out and sat down. He motioned to the chair next to him. “I don’t know what you’ve seen or what you really went through, but if it’s as bad as you told me, you’re going to feel weird.”

Frigg sat down next to Clint. “I suppose that makes sense. Oh! If you four are done making messes outside, can I con you into playing Eels and Escalators with me?”

“Eels and Escalators?” He glanced at Laura, hoping she knew what Frigg was asking him to play.

“You know what I’m talking about. It was in an episode of Spongebob, the one where they were swearing. I’ve been saying they need to make that into a real game for literal years. Nat bought it for me the last time I was in New York with her. I’ve already built the escalators and read the instructions; all I need are people to play with.” She grabbed his wrist and shook his arm. “I don’t ask to do much with you, so, please?”

“We’ll look at it after we eat.” Clint said, grabbing a baking sheet piled high with nachos from Laura and placing it next to his plate. “The other kids got lost, more for us?” He dished himself up and immediately grabbed Frigg’s plate from in front of her and dished her up too.

Frigg smiled. “Isn’t that a bit mean?”

Clint nodded. “Yes.”

As if on cue, Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel ran down the stairs and slide into their seats. Laura placed salsa and queso down on the table and returned to the kitchen to grab drinks for everyone. Clint slipped out of his chair and dashed into the kitchen to help Laura with drinks. Nathaniel reached over the table and started plucking nachos from Clint’s plate and giggled about it.

Frigg smiled and tapped the table to get Nathaniel’s attention. Once she had his attention, she held up one finger and dragged it in the air. Nathaniel quickly became mesmerized with her magic—she dished him up without touching anything.

“Thank you, Frigg!” Nathaniel shouted.

“Awh, did Frigg dish you up buddy?” Clint asked, walking back over with drinks for himself, Nathaniel, and Frigg. “I wanted to do that.”

Nathaniel looked away, refusing to respond.

“He was just sooooo hungry. You were depriving him of his food!” Frigg pointed at Clint with a soggy chip. “He was going to die!”

Cooper nodded. “So am I, pass the dish.” He held his hands out for the sheet pan.

Frigg grabbed the pan and handed him the pan. “Drama queen.”

“You would know.” Cooper snorted.

Frigg nodded. “Of course, I would, I live with him.”

“Frigg, I have a question for you.” Clint interrupted the sibling bickering. “Would you be interested in really learning how to use your powers?”

Frigg raised an eyebrow. “I know how to use them.”

Clint looked down and pursed his lips. He glanced back up at her. “I mean to be a part of the new generation of heroes. We’ve been thinking about training kids like you, kids with potential to be the next Avengers.”

“Oh.”

“No discussing work at the table.” Laura reminded them.

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