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Victory girls

Bucky Barnes x Y/N Parker (Peter Parker’s sister)

It’s 1939 London is still on its knees following the aftermath of the First World War. Life seems to be looking up for you, you have a stable job, a loyal group of friends and a handsome young man who has asked you to be his date. Blind to the fact that in a few months time your whole life would be turned upside down and everything you loved would be changed forever.

Series playlist: victory girls

A/N: welcome all to my newest fic. the final chapter of ”so this is it?” will be out this friday. But this idea wouldn’t leave me till I wrote it down. Again unsure how long this fic will be. I’m from Wales in the U.K. so I know a lot more about the Second World War in the U.K. than I do in America, the story will take place both in the U.K. following the girls lives during the blitz and the guys lives on the front line. This first chapter is set in 1939 a few months before war is declared, so consider this the happier chapter for a while. Apologises for all spelling and grammatical mistakes as I’m super dyslexic, enjoy

warnings: mentions of death, war, alcoholism, smoking and 1940s Bucky being incredibly charming he’s a warning okay.

“May come help” you called struggling with the side zip, that got caught on the ruby fabric of your tea dress. “May!” You called again raising your voice to make your voice more audible.

“I’m coming” she called back.

Staring at yourself in the full length mirror smoothing down the skirt of your dress. You had to look perfect tonight as it wasn’t any night a fine dashing young man asked you to dance at the Palais. You gave yourself a large toothy grin to check if there was any lipstick on your teeth, your mind drifted towards a fine looking brunette man. Your thoughts were cut short by Aunt May opening the door.

“I’m here, what’s the issue?” Breathlessly she asked, holding her hand to her chest in order to steady her racing heart. You lifted up your arms to reveal the stuck zipper.

“Ooh now I see why” she winked at you, “look at you dressed like a jewel, if I didn’t know any better I’d say that you’re going to meet a boy”. “Aunt May!” you felt your cheeks grow red as the room suddenly grew in temperature. “So, who is it?” “Well I met him working at Mrs O’Sullivan’s grocery, he came in with his gentleman charm that made me want to melt on the spot, the way he spoke to me like I was the only girl he had ever laid his eyes on. God sure did bless him on his looks, he has luscious brunette hair with a face that was chiselled to the gods. He told me I was the prettiest belle he has ever laid his eyes on and how he’ll take me dancing at 8. Oh aunt May I felt like I could of died and went to heaven, like god had made the ideal man for me” you squealed feeling your body become over powered with your giddy energy.

Aunt May fixed the zip and looked at you with adoring eyes that became glassy with her tears of joy. “Oh darling if only your mother could see you, you’re the spitting image of her” she smiled appreciating your whole image, the way the dress emphasises your physique and how the red complimented your skin tone. “Now go out and enjoy yourself, but remember one kiss and that’s it, you want to keep him wanting more”

“Now who is going to be kissing who!” Peter stormed in your room doing his best impression of being intimidating, but being 5 years younger than you couldn’t help but laugh at him, he can try to be intimidating but he’s still your baby brother.

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You and Peter have been through a lot since the day you were both born, the city of london that you both called home was still in ruins from the First World War. Construction was happening on every corner that you looked upon, but the city was far from repaired, each street told the story of the terrors that people would rather forget.

Your mother died during childbirth to Peter, you were five at the time but you could never forget her blood curdling screams or the corpse like expression your farther face held when he walked out of her room. Your father drown his sorrows in liquor from losing his beloved, he never became violent to you both ,but when you had to steal food from the local greengrocers to feed you and Peter that it was the final straw, this was not the home he should live in. Your farther succumbed to polio 5 years after your mother’s death.

You remember the day your father was pronounced dead, tearful that your father was gone but the looming threat held over your head that you both maybe separated, as where are you both to live now? Peter was 5 but you were 8, because of your age difference Peter would be adopted into a nice family. While you on the other hand would be left in the orphanage till you were old enough to provide for yourself as the system preferred younger children. You clutched onto Peter tightly tears forming in your eyes as scary men in suits walked towards you both, believing that this was the last time you’ll ever see Peter again.

Luckily for you both you had an aunt on your mother’s side called May who gladly accepted you both with open arms. Being a widower and unable to bare children, she was more than happy for you to become her family and vowed to keep you both safe, and here you were 13 years later and you both couldn’t be happier.

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You chuckled ruffling your brother’s styled hair, “it is none of your business” “Yes it is as aunt May has asked me to escort you” “What! May really?” You pouted, hoping that your puppy dog eyes would melt away down to aunt May’s heart. “The moment you said you were going dancing with “some friends” I knew there was a man involved, I wasn’t born yesterday miss” “But Wanda will be there and Nat too” “And Wanda is dating Samuel Wilson and last weekend Nat was spotted kissing Steven Rodgers, no arguments Peter is going with you and will make sure your home by eleven pm sharp-“ “But aunt May-“ “No buts Y/N, and that’s final” she stated walking out of your room.

You stared at Peter and rolled your eyes at him, clasping a Pearl necklace around your neck. “This better not be this Barnes, I’m serious Y/N he’s bad news” “My lips are sealed” you smirked, adjusting your hair to look perfect. “Hm” Peter hummed not looking too convinced, “did you have to mess up my hair?” He complained gelling his hair back into place. “Since when did you care about the way you looked-“ your voice went quiet when it dawn on you. Your little brother is not going just to look after you, but rather he is going for someone else. Your eyes grew wide and your face grew into an excitable smile. “Peter who is she?” You squealed “There’s no- one” he stuttered looking embarrassed, suddenly the carpet looked fascinating to him. He playfully slapped your arm “wipe that smile off your face Y/N”

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“There she is!” Wanda screamed when she saw you in the dance hall, she crushed you between her arms in a hug so tight you swear you could feel your rib cage crack. “Stop wands, let the girl breathe” laughed Nat. Wanda placed you back on the ground, you beamed back at both of your friends. “Well girls for once I actually have a date for tonight” The two redheads let out a girlish scream of delight as they cupped their mouths in disbelief. “So the ice queen has a heart” Nat laughed “I’m very particular in the men I amuse” “So particular that all the men in the dance hall won’t dance with her as she’s rejected them all” You huffed and softly slapped them both on the hands.

“There you are. Doll you look beautiful, truly a sight to behold. Can I ask you to dance? That’s not if I’m intruding something?” Asked a very handsome looking Bucky barnes. You can’t help but admire him, he looked ravishing in his navy blue suit and neatly kept brown hair. His blue steel eyes drew you in captivated by his warm gaze.

“Pick your jaw off the floor” Nat whispered sharply down your ear. “Erm yes” you stuttered, you felt your face warm with embarrassment. “I mean no you’re not disturbing anything, I’d love to dance with you Bucky” “Oh trust me doll the pleasure is all mine” he kissed your hand and lead you towards the dance floor. You gazed over at Wanda and Nat who looked at you with elation. You blushed smiling back at the handsome man who asked you to be his date.

He led you to the middle of the dance floor, the band started to play a high energy swing song. He pulled you close to him that you could feel his heat radiating into your skin. You inhaled his scent, he smelt of smoke mixed with whiskey. Maybe Peter was right? Maybe he was bad news? But you were too drunk on him to care.

“So tell me doll, why is a woman as beautiful as yourself doing without a fella to take you out dancing?” He asked throwing you in to a twirl that ended up with you two being dangerously close. “Well I suppose I’ve never met the right man” you flirted looking back into his steel blue eyes, the blue of his eyes drew you in and now you don’t know if you’ll ever be released from their grip again. “Maybe I could be the one” he whispered, his breath dangerously close to your lips, it took every part of you not to melt onto his lips.

The band’s song drew to an end, the couples on the floor cleared the floor to catch their breaths before the next song came on. Bucky rummage through his blazer pocket fishing out a beautiful silver cigarette box, that had roses engraved on the front. “Doll care to join me for a smoke? I’d love to get to know you somewhere a little less noisy” You chuckled and threaded your fingers between his, “lead the way”. This Barnes boy that you’ve only met for 5 minutes but you were all ready falling for him.

There was a few people finishing the ends of their cigarettes when you both walked outside the dance hall. It was peaceful and the stars illuminated the night sky it felt beautiful and romantic.

He placed a cigarette in your fingers and lit it with his zippo before lighting his own. He left out a sigh as the smoke escaped his lips. “How long have you been working at O’Sullivan’s?” “For 5 years, as soon as I left school I started to work there to help my aunt. My aunt took in my brother Peter and I since I was 8 years old, she works as a seamstress in some boutique down the road, she’s always been so selfless trying to provide a good life for us. Plus my brother is finishing his studies he’s a smart kid and he has some real potential to go into university so I’ve been saving some of my wages for that too” you took a a deep inhale at your cigarette hoping that wasn’t too much information to throw at a person you’ve just met.

Hi eyes met yours with a soft kindness reflecting in them. “That’s incredibly sweet doll, you’re truly a smart, kind, generous bold young woman. How did I get so lucky finding someone like you” he smiled, lifting your hand to meet his lips. His lips left you within a trance, completely enchanted by him. You forgot how to breathe, he made your whole body forget how to function, you blushed bringing your hands to your cheeks to disguise your redden cheeks. “You’re cute doll” he chuckled at your coyness.

You both stayed outside the dancehall for a few moments longer. You learnt that he lives with his parents in a flat near Covent Garden, he’s currently in university studying law in hopes to one day take over his farther’s firm. He’s a charming young man who knew the right things to say to make you blush. He is the sort of man that poets write about, the type of man you thought who could only exists in fairytales. But your Prince Charming was real and his name was James Buchanan Barnes.

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Peter stood at the side of the dance floor watching a pretty young girl called MJ she was the same age as Peter, her dark hair styled in curls that framed her face. The teal dress she wore compliment her so well that it held Peter captivated by her every move. The way she danced was effortless, her smile radiated her beauty further. Safe to say Peter was infatuated with her.

They both attended the same school, he watched MJ from afar. Noticing all the little things about her that made his heart melt. The way she scrunches her nose when she’s thinking or how her eyes crinkle at the sides when she is truly happy. But he was too much of a coward to say anything to her so he stared at her from a far longing for the day when she’ll finally notice him back.

The band finished playing the song she was dancing to, the man who was dancing with her departed his ways from MJ and whispered something in her ear that made her laugh. This fuelled the rage growing in the pit of Peter’s stomach, he needed to make his move now or he never will.

“Hi… erm MJ?” He stuttered for she truly did take his breath away, his words broke upon exiting and so did his confidence. She turned around to see a very flustered looking Peter who awkwardly looked at the ground. Great Peter thought, she thinks you’re a train wreck, she’ll probably never talk to you again.

“Peter is it?” She smiled at the adorable brunette, she found something about his timidness endearing. “Yes it is” surprise flooded his voice, she actually knows who he is, she actually recognises the boy who blends into the background too awkward to say a word to her. “I want.. I want..” he rubbed the back of his neck, the words he wanted to say got trapped in his throat making him choke on his own embarrassment. “You want to know if I would like to dance with you?” He nodded, his words failing him. He’s never felt like this about anyone so he didn’t know what was the correct etiquette for these sorts of things. She smiled and her eyes crinkled, the way Peter was acting made her melt. She spoke to many gentleman tonight who had silver tongues who were recycling the same cheesy lines on every girl here tonight. But Peter, he made her feel like she was the only one he has ever laid eyes on, that he only wanted her and no one else. She felt beautiful and special. She laced her fingers through Peter’s “I’d love to dance with you”

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You walked back into the dancehall with your arm linked around Bucky’s, it was clear to anyone around you that you were both smitten with each other.

“Hey Buck, who’s this fine looking belle?”

You turned to face a blonde haired man who had piercing green eyes who held a teasing grin on his face.

“Steve, this is Y/N I met her at O’Sullivans” “Oh this is the girl who you can’t shut up about” Bucky scoffed, playfully punching Steve’s arm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N, I’m Steve Rogers” “Wait do you know Nat? Natasha Romanoff?” “Yes I do, she’s my girl, why do you know her?”

A small squeal drew your attention from Steve as a giddy Nat ran up to you, with a loved up Wanda following suit with her hands enclosed with Sam Wilson’s. “So this is the fine man who cracked our ice queen’s heart” Nat laughed looking Bucky up and down to make sure he was a good match for her dear friend. “Hey darling” Steve cooed pulling Nat in close and kissed her on her forehead, Natasha was a woman who claimed that relationships was not for her, but in that moment when Steve’s lips pressed against her head she melted into his arms.

“I’m going to guess you know each other?” Bucky laughed drawing you even closer to his side. “Yes we do” Wanda spoke, finally drawing her eyes away from Sam’s lips. “We’ve been friends since school and became inseparable ever since” Sam let out a hearty laugh “What a small world as us men met at university 4 months ago, a group of friends dating each other what’s the odds” His laugh was reciprocated by everyone else.

Sam had a bright charismatic personality, that in the month he has dated Wanda she has already came out of her shell and was more brighter and confident within herself. They were clearly a perfect match.

“We should all go on a triple date, I’ve heard that murder in Soho is the must watch film right now” suggested Nat, all 6 of them agreed, Sam made a comment about how it was the perfect opportunity to spend two hours snuggling up to Wanda which in return made her as red as her hair.

Bucky’s eyes met yours, he lent into you and softly spoke “so doll, is there a second date?” Your heart burst on the spot, you felt your body shake in pure delight for this Prince Charming has asked you to be his princess. You giggled as your cheeks grew the same shade of rouge as it did outside. “I’d love to Bucky” “You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world doll”

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The band was packing up their instruments and the couples were far gone, Sam walked Wanda back to her house, while Steve and Nat snuck into Steve’s room without his parents noticing, Nat made you promise if her parents asked she staid with you for the evening.

“Can I walk you home doll?” Bucky asked looking at you into a sense of awe like his whole senses were captivated by your essence. “Yes, but I need to find my brother first”

You found Peter in the corner of the dance floor next to a giggling girl, she was extremely pretty and your brother seemed infatuated by her. “Hey Peter I’m going, Bucky is going to walk me home” Peter pursed his lips shooting Bucky a death stare, he still doesn’t approve of your company. “Fine, but if he ever tries any funny business I’ll knock him square out” he stated. You chuckled “yes message received, it’s great to meet you.. erm-“ “MJ” “Well MJ I hope that my brother walks you home safe and if he tries any funny business I’ll knock him square out” you stated impersonating Peter, MJ let out a chuckle while Peter gave you a glare. “Bye Peter” you gave your brother a quick hug before walking over to Bucky, you linked your arm with his. “Now doll shall we go?”

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“Here’s my home, thanks for walking me” “The pleasure was all mine doll, thanks for allowing me to take you dancing I had an amazing time” “Me too, is it bad that I’m already planning our second date?” You felt your cheeks redden again in embarrassment. “Not at all doll because I was going to ask you if you were free next Friday at 8”

The silence that followed was built with pent up romantic tension from both parties, each unsure if they should close this distance between them both. Bucky finally took the reins and pulled your face close to his, your lips melted against each other’s. It felt like everything else in this world didn’t matter as you had someone who wanted you, it felt like this man was made for you. Bucky was your happily ever after.

“Goodnight doll” he smiled against your lips. “Goodnight Bucky” you smiled back at him.

A/N: did I make this chapter incredibly self indulgent so I could imagine Bucky being this smooth to me? Yes, yes I did. Also how cute are Peter and MJ? If you want to be in my tag list for this fic let me know. I’ll see you in the next chapter

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Back to You (3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader / Winter Soldier x Fem!reader

Summary: Hydra has a way of hiding secrets and one of them just happened to be you. The support Soldat to the famous Winter Soldier himself. But in a mission gone wrong, things change, and life just isn’t as it seems.

Warnings: Mild violence, fluff (If you squint right in the middle), angst, panic attacks, blood, alluding to deaths

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Third part! I just want to clarify that I’m kinda mixing a lot of the movies and not sticking to one timeline, which is why there’s the compound and Friday, even though at this point its still the tower and Jarvis, I am aware of this. But anyway, enjoy even more angst and moody reader.

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It had been two weeks. A long and strenuous two weeks for you. Steve had done the best he could when he took you to the doctors. They weren’t anything like Hydra’s doctors, these ones were gentle, kind. Something you weren’t used to and set your teeth on edge.

They had explained that memories would come back, some would come back slowly, and others would hit like a freight train. You didn’t really believe them until you were woken up by your own screaming, drenched in your own sweat. The feeling of the gun and blood still fresh on your skin.

Memories of your pass life also seemed to trickle in. That face you knew all too well, those eyes. They haunted you but also gave you hope in the dark nightmares that plagued you. The sweet memories left you feeling warm but most of the time you awoke to feel tears streaming down your face, an empty hollowness that seemed to get heavier with every memory.

You could barely keep food down and sleep had become something you dreaded. With the serum in your veins, it was easy to keep yourself alive with little care for yourself. But Steve and his team still tried hard to make you comfortable.

Meeting them was interesting to say the least. Steve had slowly introduced others, starting off with the two that you recognised from the highway mission. The red-headed woman, Natasha, she was nice enough. Strong. You could recognise that. The other was the man you remembered fighting. His name was Sam. You thought he might hold a grudge against you as you noticed several bandages on his arm, most likely from when you had fought. But he treated you like a person, which scared you, since you weren’t sure you could even be called a human at this point.

They had given you a small room that was always monitored, you couldn’t escape that. Which was okay for you. Although you were somewhat certain whatever brainwashing Hydra had done, this is what the doctors had called it, was currently not active, there were times when you could almost feel the invisible tug of puppet strings in you. Twitches here and there, the odd flex of the fingers as if you were holding a weapon or the odd calmness that would sometimes take over.

You refused any weapons to be near you, anything that you could use to harm, which in retrospect was a lot of things. It was a rule you wanted everyone to keep to after a particular tough that day, Steve and Natasha had brought you along with them to training rooms, just to get you out the room you were in constantly.

There were weapons lining the wall, weapons you were familiar with. As soon as they started training, your fingers were twitching, your breathing heavier, the darkness that seeped into your mind was like molasses as it crawled back, although slow, you could feel it. You tried so hard to focus on them, going over techniques the doctors had gone over, like focusing on the sense. The whir of the air conditioning, the stale smell of sweat that lingered under the fresh smell of lemon bleach. The lights that buzzed a little too loudly. The sound of the two of them fighting, their heart races and their breathing. You tried watching their forms and their fighting styles, but you couldn’t.

Your eyes kept drifting back to the weapons.

It wasn’t until you had gripped the bench so tightly to stop yourself from twitching, that you had actually crushed part of the wood in your hand, splinters sticking into your palm, the pain was an odd relief. Steve and Natasha both looked over at you., pausing their fighting match. Both were wide eyed and watched you stood up slowly, your body shaking, the pieces of wood falling from your hand, along with a few drops of blood.

“I don’t trust myself to be in here. Please…” You had begged to leave. They had quickly stopped, grabbing a towel to wrap your hands in, guiding you through the empty halls towards the infirmary.

You hadn’t been back since.

There was still the plan in the back of your head, for you to get back to the Winter Soldier, the need was like its separate entity inside you. You were waiting though. This place seemed nice; the people even kinder but this wasn’t where you belonged. You belonged with him.

With the Winter Soldier.

It wasn’t anything to do with Hydra, there was no love lost on them, not after the memories came pouring back in and you were starting to piece things together. Especially with some of the information Steve and Natasha were telling you. They didn’t divulge much, but it was enough for you to confirm last feelings.

You weren’t in the right side of the fight.

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The light from the small window in the room had woken you up. For once, the sleeping pills worked and you had managed to get a few hours’ sleep, no dreams or nightmares plaguing you. Reaching up, you tugged the curtain back fully, watching the clouds lull by, the early morning sun creating a soft glow throughout the room.

It didn’t take long for you to hear the familiar heavy thud of Steve’s footsteps and then a gingerly knock on your door. You were never sure as to why he knocked, they had cameras outside of your room, and Friday, the weird talking robot was always there too. Steve was always notified when you left your room. You were always monitored which was a comfort to you as you still didn’t trust yourself fully.

“Come in Steve,” you called out, throwing the blanket off you and sitting up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Your body felt well rested for the first time in days. It was the first night since you had arrived here that you had a sleep without waking up in constant terror or in perpetual sadness at the past life with Bucky.

Steve’s head popped round the door, a small smile on his face. “Morning, I was wondering if you’d like to come out for breakfast with me. I’ve got some stuff to show you, might help with the whole, memory thing.”

“Is it…” you pause, looking at Steve with fear in your eyes. You wanted to know if it was safe for you to go out and be with people. You were okay with Steve, Natasha and Sam, but other people? You weren’t so sure.

“Of course. You’ll be with me,” Steve gave you a larger smile. “Come on, it’ll be just like old times.”

You wanted to be happy but these old times Steve sometimes spoke about weren’t familiar, they weren’t something you knew. But still, you went along with it. This might be a good time to check things out for yourself. You would eventually have to leave to get back to the Winter Soldier.

It didn’t take long for you to get dressed. Steve stayed outside the room, waiting. He was leaning against the wall, looking casual in his brown leather jacket. He stood up as soon as you came out, your hands shoved in the hoodie pockets.

“Let’s go!” Steve was too enthusiastic in the morning. It was something you had noticed; you were unsure if it was him in his usual self or if he was putting it on for you. You had a feeling it was the latter.

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The cafe the Steve had chosen was out of the way and basically empty. There were a few customers, most came in for a takeaway coffee before leaving again. A few were situated at tables with their laptops and phones out. There was a child with its mother towards the front, the baby was babbling while playing a toy. You observed the scene with apprehension, people like them were so easy to kill. Which was a thought you hadn’t wanted to think.

Shaking your head, trying to get the thought out, you looked at where Steve had seated you. He had chosen a table with various exit points you had noticed, you would’ve done the same. You were towards the back of the café, where not many people were, but situated next to the second exit. It also had a vantage point of all surroundings.

You weren’t sure what type of drink you liked, so Steve order something sweet and chocolatey for you. Apparently, you used to like this drink. You had taken a sip straight away. The drink was too sweet for you now, maybe in the past you had like it but most things to you now tasted like saw dust. You forced yourself to swallow and continue to drink it for Steve’s sake.

You had noticed when you had gotten out the car that Steve was carrying a cardboard box which was now perched beside him. It was worn around the edges and had a soft mildew scent that made your nose tingle. There was writing on the top but it was horrendous handwriting that you couldn’t make it out from where you were.

“I know the docs said that your memories would come back slowly, and I know that you’ve been having more and more nightmares.”

Your eyes widen as you look at Steve. You didn’t think anyone knew about the nightmares. You hadn’t even told the therapist that they brought in to speak to you about it. You could speak about what you had done, the unspeakable things.

“Friday monitors the people in the compound. I also,” he pauses and scratches the back of his neck. “I also hear your screams. I wanted to help but I wasn’t sure if you’d let me.”

The revelation was uncomfortable, it made your stomach curl, and your nerves stand on edge. You knew Steve knew you from your past, but you didn’t know him in the present, him knowing such vulnerable things about you nearly made you skin crawl. But there was a part of you who did feel safe with him, who felt like this man was an old friend that you could trust. But you didn’t know that part of you, it was foreign.

“Sorry,” you mumble, sipping the drink in your hand. Still to sweet. Still hard to swallow.

“No no,” he shakes his hands in front of him, letting out an awkward chuckle. “I don’t want you to be sorry, I just, I want you to know that I’m here to help. I just can’t believe that you are really here. It was hard for me when I first woke up.”

You cock your head at him, confused. “Woke up?”

Steve opens his mouth before closing it, you could almost here his mind thinking. He scratched the back of his neck, a small guilty smile appearing on his face. “I forget you don’t know. I was trapped in the ice for a long time. I was freed and woke up to a whole new century. I understand how scary it can be to be in a unfamiliar place. I still get nightmares sometimes, of being trapped in the ice, of the unbearable cold. It something that I can never escape.”

You stare at him, unsure of what to say. You could understand his nightmares. No matter how much you wanted to forget and push those horrid things you had committed to the very back of you mind, where that darkness sat, waiting. You couldn’t Even as a super soldier you were strong enough to move that weight. It was something you could never escape, its claws deep in your skin.

Steve leaned back and observed you for a second before grabbing the box and placing it on the table. “Enough about me though, this is about you. The doctor mentioned something about personal affects and items might help you remember certain things, hopefully happier times. Apparently, a friend of yours, Dot I think her name was, stored these items away and we managed to find them from her granddaughter.”

The name Dot rang a bell, but you couldn’t put a name to a face. You pushed the hot drink aside, your stomach couldn’t handle it anymore, sliding the box over to you. Slowly opening it, you were met with a bunch of old items, the mildew smell stronger.

Pulling out a few of the items, they looked like old junk to you, books and some old war memorabilia. Grabbing an old book, the edges were worn and fraying slightly, you pull it out, reading the title, something to do with the Hobbit. Not getting any real memories you decide to put the book down, before you could place the book with the other items a piece of paper fell out.

Reaching down you grab it, looking at it with inquisitive eyes. On the back of the piece of paper in faded pen was the words:

‘My doll, you have my heart and soul. I’ll always find my way back to you.’

You couldn’t help the gut-wrenching sob that tore through you. You quickly turn over the photo to see Bucky and you, smiling, caught mid laughter. You were looking at each other with so much love and adoration. You run your finger over the picture, the feeling of tears running down your cheeks.

Suddenly you were back there that night, the loud music playing in the god-awful bar that Bucky had chosen, but you had come along because you loved that man with all your heart. Steve had come along too, although he seemed off, like something was on his mind. The three of you had a few drinks and spoke most of the night. It was a few days before Bucky was being deployed with 107th. You knew he would be okay, but you were still worried.

When Steve had gone to get more drinks, Bucky had leaned down and whispered in your ear. ‘You know Doll, I meant what I said back then.’

You had looked up at him with confusion. ‘I’ll always come back to you. Even if I’m lost and out of my damn mind, I’ll always come back to you. So don’t go worrying that pretty head of yours, you’ll see me again.’

It was then that you knew you had nothing to worry about. That was the thing between you two. No matter what, you would always find a way back to each other. A promise that was written into both of your hearts like a tattoo, immovable.

Steve leaned over and spotted the picture. He had a sad smile on his face. “I remember that night. I’m pretty sure we all got drunk that night.”

“You were the only one drunk that night, Bucky and I had to stop you from causing fights with some of the soldiers there, after they called you pipsqueak.”

“Yeah, I think I remember that” Steve chuckles before stopping, looking at you with newfound hope in his eyes, his smile wide. “You remember that night?”

You look up confused for a second. You did remember that night. It was coming back to you now. Slowly but surely, it was coming back. It was like a grainy picture coming into focus. You nod slowly before looking down at the photo, holding it close to you.

You were suddenly very overwhelmed and hyperaware of yourself and those around you. The child’s rattling toy was like nails on a chalkboard, making you flinch. The typing of people’s laptops was like gunfire, the sound of boiling water and the barista chewing gum was causing your skin to crawl. Your breathing was suddenly quicker, the walls feeling like they were caging you in.

“Thank you for this Steve,” You managed to choke out. You could see that he instantly knew something was wrong, his eyes were darting over you huddled figure. “I think I’d like to leave now.”

Steve nodded and down the rest of his coffee. You didn’t both touching yours, you didn’t want to let go of the picture in your hand. You watched at Steve hastily packed the remaining items away and slid out of the chair. You followed, looking around the cafe.

In the corner of your eye, you spotted him. Your heart began to pound in your chest, your ears started to ring. Brock Rumlow was standing across the street, a sinister smile on his lips as he watched the two of you, he held up his hand a gave you a small wave.

“Steve,” your voice filled with dread, but the words were lost on a deafening explosion that threw you back into the wall behind you. Your back hit with a thud, your head slamming into the wall, stars danced in your vision. You let out a groan, pain radiating throughout your body. Getting hit with an explosion never got easier.

Through the ringing and the screams, you could hear Steve calling your name. You look over to your right, spotting him crouching, there was blood spilling down his face. His body was covered in dust and rubble. His had was outstretched, reaching for you. You push yourself up into a standing position, the picture still clutched in your hand.

As you stumble over to Steve, your feet kicks something, you look down and spot the toy that the child was playing with. You look back at the destruction of the coffee shop, spotting the pram laying on it side, specks of blood covering the once white linen on the inside. You wanted to go help, there were people here but you feel Steve grab your wrist, pulling you towards the exit. You could already hear distant sirens closing in on your location.

You don’t bother fighting his vice-like grip, looking away from the scene as Steve pulls you away.

Leaving the cafe and entering the world outside was almost psychedelic, it was brighter, the sun shining down and glinting off cars. There were colourful flowers in pots. As your hearing slowly came back to you, you could hear people screaming and crying for help. You could almost taste the blood in the air, the metallic tang tasting all too natural. Steve was already looking around, his eyes assessing everything. He quickly pulls his phone up to his ear, speaking rapidly through his phone.

“Stark, we need back up. Sam and Natasha are on their way, but you’ll get here quicker. They’ve found her.”

You weren’t sure you were going to be able to function well. The shock of seeing Rumlow had frozen your body and your instincts. You could already feel the puppet strings getting taut, your body was already beginning to feel foreign and unreliable. All the work the doctors and therapist had done to try and help you, it was washing away with one look from Rumlow.

“Come on Y/n, we have to get you out of here.” Steve tugged at your arm, trying to get you to move. But you couldn’t, your feet felt frozen, your muscles stiff. You looked up at Steve with pleading eyes.

Steve was about to say something when he looked over your shoulder, his eyes like saucers. He yelled at you to move but you couldn’t. He looked around for anything to use before shoving you hard, the burn of pain rippling through your torso. You cough as the wind leaves your lungs, flying backwards through the air. You watch as Steve vaults over a car just in time as a grenade lands right where both of you just stood, exploding in an instant.

The heat from the explosion warmed you skin, the smell of burning and smoke making you choke. You land awkwardly, rolling across the road, the cuts and bruises felt like nothing with the cold fear in your bones. You could feel someone behind you, grabbing you by the collar of your hoodie, forcing you up on to shaky and unstable legs. You don’t bother looking back at the assailant who had grabbed you, the familiar scent of blood always seemed to linger on Rumlow skin, no matter how many times he cleaned his hands, the blood had stained deep. Much like your own hands.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Rumlow said sneered, you could hear his grin through his voice, the hand he has on your hoodie tightening. “It’s so good to see you again, Soldat.”

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Chapter 12

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Loki has been through a lot throughout the past year, and it all started with the pesky voice lingering in his head. Feeling the result of isolation, doubt, and anger towards his father and brother, this voice fed into what he buried deep inside. This is what led him to try to kill his brother, Thor; this is what led him to let go of his hand and fall into space.

During his time away, he used his "death" to his advantage. Following the orders that resided in his mind, he sought control of the Tesseract and Scepter with the promise to rule over the humans. He wished to be the king; he desired to be king; it was his birthright, and yet he fell as any villain would by the hand of the mighty heroes.

He still remembers the anger he felt when it was all over; despite how tired he was, his mind was breaking ever so slowly. Everything changed when he saw a girl enter his lonesome cell. At first, he wondered who would be foolish enough to enter, but as he got a closer look, he saw that she wasn't dressed like the various agents he's already encountered.

He knew of the advanced security, yet no alarms were set off; nothing triggered against her arrival. Was this a trap? Why was she here?

Confused, he watched as she placed her hand on the transparent wall of his cell. As stated before by Fury, one scratch, and he would be sent to the bottom, isolated and more alone with his violent thoughts and cries.

He watched, shocked that she melted the wall with ease and stepped through with not an ounce of fear. Their eyes never left each other; he saw this as a chance to escape, but before he could get up and run, she places her hands on his head. She spoke to him softly, "Your mind is faded."

The voice screamed in anger; pain seemed to fade away, much like the clouds that part for the sun to shine through. For the first time in a long time, he felt a sense of relief; he felt okay. Staring into her warm eyes, he felt a pull, an urge like he's been waiting for this moment his whole life. After a while, she seemed to pull away from her trance; she backs away, shocked, and began to realize who exactly he was. He felt hurt; the pain was small, but it was present; it was new.

He quickly put the pieces together as to what he caused, he expected anger, yells, screams, but he got nothing of the sort. Instead, he received a calm human who began to pull some strings of her own.

"You were, being controlled, weren't you? Did you really want this, or were you forced?"

This shocked Loki; it made him question everything. Were the thoughts his own? The anger and pain were real, but were his intentions? He felt as though the burning hatred was real but was it really? He fell into a frenzy, staring at the girl as the alarms blared. He watched as she panicked, as a clear white dome surrounded her, protecting her.

It didn't take long for the various agents and Avengers to step into asses the situation. Guns up, one tried to shoot her, only for the bullet to be squashed like a bug. Steve tried to calm the girl down, but she didn't trust his words. Thor's brutish actions made the situation worst as he strikes the shield with his hammer only to get tossed back, breaking the doors far behind him.

Loki was shocked, watching as everything transpired only a foot away from him. Loki watched as she began to cry, as the fear swelled in her eyes. This crushed him, shook him to his core to see the girl crumble before him. Watching her spiral, he does something he never thought he would do. As his body moved on his own, he stood, cuffed, bound and all, and proceeded to walk over to her. Not understanding his reasoning, he bends down to her level, grabbing her attention.

Wishing he could talk to her, he felt power swell within his veins. Feeling his magic surge, if only for a second, he speaks to her through his mind.

"It's ok; everything is going to be ok."

She must have heard because she started to calm down; speaking with the Symbol of Stars and Stripes, he learns of her name.

Sol, even though he knows little of earth names, it seemed to fit her. Staring at the girl as she lowered her shield, she was cuffed and taken away. Before she left the room, she turns to him one last time, watching him get taken away as well. Loki could care less of the world around him because Sol began to consume his thoughts. Like he was struck by an arrow, their lives began to intertwine.

The night continued on, leaving him to digest the events that took place only hours ago. Waiting for the next day, it came sooner than he thought as Thor came to collect him, to return him to Odin, to Asgard.

He knew his fate; he knew what was in store for him; he knew the days would only get darker. Looking at the others, he finds himself staring at Sol. Seeing her in one piece made him relax while the cute little wave sent an unfamiliar warmth through his chest. He watched as she faded away, then everything became a blur.

After a longing trial and a sentence from his Father, he was sent to prison. His mother made it as comfortable as possible, and he was grateful, but that didn't change that he would be in here for who knows how long.

With nothing to do but read, sit, and sleep, he let his thoughts wander. He wondered where it all went south, where it all started. At the end of every outcome, the soft features of Sol consumed him. Her dark brown skin and curly brown hair, the way her brown eyes shinned. Even with tears streaming down her face, she looked nothing less than a goddess.

This is what kept him sane and drove him crazy, the thought of her brought peace, but the realization that he'd never see her again brought nothing but anger and agony. He tried to drown himself in the words of the scriptures, which led him to throw a tantrum and falling to the floor on several occasions throughout the flow of time.

The demons that once poked his mind felt like small bites compared to the pain that dragged his heart to the floor. The times his mother would visit left no salvation but anger that would only go so far as the love for her never left. She was free; Thor was free; Odin was shit. He hoped he choked on the air he breathed and died; maybe then he could leave this forsaken place.

One day, during his many thought-provoking nights, he closed his eyes, letting time pass on. Feeling a buzz, a connection, he reached out for it, curious of what could be pulling him so vigorously.

Touching the fated string, he heard a familiar voice, it seemed scattered, but he realized who it was very quickly. Only one voice in the whole universe could drive him to such happiness after falling into a deep depression.

"Well, hello."

Everything went silent; hearing her voice in the distance, he smiles.

"Hello?"

He speaks again, "Can you hear me?"

It was at this moment a friendship blossomed, and the dark days ahead became hopeful. He found himself talking to the strange human, who seemed so open to talking with him. He learned that she was a strange human indeed, as she did hold powers; he's seen little to no humans hold before. Hours went by as they spoke with one another. It annoyed him beyond comprehension, her witty comments that rivaled his own, but that didn't stop him from smiling like a fool.

This continues for months, conversations that would carry on throughout the night. It lifted his spirits, but if he pondered on it too much, he would grow frustrated at the desires that resided along with them. He wanted to see her and touch her; he wanted to fill in the hole that he knew would never be closed.

On another day, he stands holding a book in his hand. Wishing the hours would go by quicker so he could hear the sweet sound of Sol's voice. He closes his book, stacking it on top of the pile left for him. Sensing someone behind him, he greatly assumed it was his brother or mother.

Turning around, his world stopped; before him stood Sol, in a long flowing dress that fitted her to perfection and a smile that he's craved since the day he laid eyes on her.

This must have been a dream, a cruel trick, a trap that's been planned just for him. She smiles at him warmly, "I bet you didn't expect to see me here."

All he could do was utter her name, "Sol?"

She spoke, explaining how and why she ended up here. He didn't dare to touch her, fearing she would disappear. Whether real or not, he was going to enjoy every moment he had with her like it was his last. Talking with her, still in a daze, he begins to read to her. As he does, he feels a weight on his shoulder, he kept reading, but his heart was beating so fast he felt like it would explode any minute. It began to dawn on him that she was real, that this wasn't an illusion.

It didn't take long for him to finish the book; he's read it so many times he who everything thing word for word. This came in handy as he was practically panicking while doing leaps internally. Watching her go, time becomes his enemy once more; a night goes by, then a morning. He starts to wonder if yesterday was a dream, he didn't see her this morning, and now he was worried. That was until he heard her cheerful voice, "Hey, Loki!"

Seeing her appear before me, he smiles at her, watching as she shows him a tray of food, "I brought lunch."

Sitting next to her, they eat and talk; he can't help but focus on her lips. They were so smooth and plump; it took every fiber in her being not to jump her and give the prisoners a little show. Despite all of this, he contained himself and enjoyed the moments of the enthusiastic wonders of her battle with Sif. Promising to return after dinner, she leaves, coming back later with a mischievous grin. She grabs his hand, "Let's go."

He looks at her confused, "What, where are we-"

She cuts her off, "Don't worry about that; we're being covered."

Running off with the stars under them, Loki's wish comes true. Their lips touch, sending him over the stars. The darkness that festered felt lifeless as Sol became the sun that revolved around her world. He didn't even mind that they had to part because he was in a different realm, and he didn't want to come down.

The next morning, her last day, he woke up to the sight of her in tears. He comforted her, held her close tears spilled from her eyes, and listened to every word. They spent the rest of the day together in her room, smiling, laughing as if the world were theirs. This was the start, something Loki never knew would be his life, nor what was coming his way.

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#fate:lokixoc #loki #loki x oc #loki marvel #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #marvel #loki (marvel)#faniction #fanfic #loki fanfic #loki fandom #loki fanfiction

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I can't pay you, but I would listen very intently if you wanted to rant about the MCU!

Well, since you asked! TBH I actually have several main issues.

First, do you know the queen song Another one bite the dust? That is basically the theme for these movie now. They have gotten downright murder happy because (Second issue) the plots of every movie after endgame are exactly the same. They can’t elicit an emotional reaction from the story anymore so they murder a beloved character for emotion points. The plots of recent marvel movies is nothing more than a cinematic hallucination. Once you realize there isn’t anything of substance there you can’t unsee it. I mean, half the characters and all the sets are CGI, so even they aren’t real! If the characters didn’t work themselves to the bone to look ‘hot’ (Which i personally consider debatable. But this isn’t a rant about societal bs beauty standards) then wore tight clothes with an occasional teasing bit of nudity no one would be interested. i suspect you’d get better plots from a bad prono. (and i say that as a sex-replused aroace. So you know how little the recent films have been impressing me if I’m going “I bet a porno would be better.”)

Third, character development. There isn’t any. They have an interesting character? they either reduce them to a flat one note painfully obvious ‘archetype’ or repeat the original character arc or take the easy route of making them evil. Look at the himbo-fication of Thor. If that character had been handled well he’d have realized that he’d been borderline abusive/extremely emotionally neglectful of Loki for years, realized his mistakes, learned to value people different from him and have grown into a character that taught people how to move on from their mistakes. Instead he’s been turned into a blameless human shaped golden retriever who has everyone he cares about graphically murdered in front of him and gets mocked for having a full on mental breakdown. Look at Loki and Scarlet Witch. Instead of addressing their trauma (Loki found out he was the thing his entire race was violently racist towards and had a mental breakdown, attempted suicide and was tortured by Thanos before being made to lead an invasion. Wanda lost everyone she knew and loved in violently devastating ways) Do they get a natural progression to their characters? NO! Their original arc is in increasingly obvious disguises and they are reduced to one note cartoonish villains.

Four, the interconnectiveness of everything. Like . . . look this thing has been going on for so long some of the people watching it now weren’t even born when the first movies came out! and if you haven’t watched every single movie, show and one off toon ever made since Disney bought Marvel you have no idea what’s going on. You can’t just skip the movies you know you won’t like and just watch the ones you are actually interested in. YOU WON’T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE BLOODY THING IF YOU DON’T WATCH OVER A DECADE OF CONTENT! Now, this has been a raising theme when it comes to tv shows recently, where you have to start at the beginning otherwise you don’t understand it. It annoys me there too. But even Supernatural eventually had an end after fifteen years. The ‘Marval Cinematic Universe’ is going to keep going until doomsday and beyond without stopping. At this point i want someone to pay Disney to just let it stop. Like let it end. Have people talk about and make videos on youtube about ‘the Marvel Generation’ and how insane it was, spoken in past tense. I am a huge fan of the Neverending Story but this story needs to end. It is like a faniction that should have ended on chapter three but is on chapter 178 with no end in sight. The author doesn’t even know what’s going on anymore. Please just let it die while i still care about it enough to say “Aww, man! That’s a bummer.” Please god just make it stop already.

#marvel cinematic universe #rant post #ask #personal opinion #is-it-mungojerry-or-rumpelteazer #marvel #I personally love Loki. he's one of my favorite characters in general #and the original avengers movie is loads of fun #but it has gone so far past 'Look at how they butchered my boy' it's not even really memeible #also there's the whole force you to get disney+ in order to watch the shows that are only available through that one streaming survice #which is just a whole blatant manipulation #which i can't abide #I don't respond favorably to peer pressure #i will sooner cut off contact than play into any sort of guilt tripping #if i can't get it on DVD I'm not watching marvel tv shows #sorry not sorry #You did ask for a rant #I could go on #but then i'd get as repetitive as a marvel movie #and i at least know when to stop

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hiddles-and-skittles · 2 years

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News Flash

Pairing: News Anchor!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,161

Summary: Blowjob under a desk? Classic.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, IF YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE IN YOUR PROFILE DESCRIPTION I WILL BLOCK YOU, smut/oral (m rec), a little angst but it's fluffy, mentions of cheating (no actual cheating), the nickname ‘pumpkin,’ reader being a little insecure, also Sharon is a biatch trying to steal yo man, please tell me if there's any more!

Notes: Aaaaaand we’re back! This might not be the most original idea, but I've had this photo saved since the start of my Seb obsession last year, and all I see is newsanchor!Bucky. Not sure if that's an AU that's been done, but it's something I wanted to try. I don't have my own and I've been dying for something new!

***PLEASE READ Something I’ve noticed a lot when I copy from Word and paste into Tumblr; my paragraphs paste out of order? If something doesn’t make sense, let me know. It always looks different on my laptop vs my phone. I’m a perfectionist so I make sure fifty or so times everything’s good on my end, but tumblr doesn’t agree sometimes. In my last fic the banter was out of order and wedged between paragraphs and it didn’t make sense. The ending paragraph was also at the beginning. So I’m begging you to tell me if something doesn’t make sense. Thank you <3

You might have stolen your boyfriend's spare key to the broadcasting station he works at a few nights ago while he was fast asleep, slithering out of bed and tiptoeing around him in hopes he wouldn't wake up. Or 'maybe you lost it in your car somewhere,' you told him, giggling when he couldn't find it. It took three days to hatch this nefarious plan and now it was finally time to execute it.

You made sure to get to the station early; before anyone else could spot you and before the cameras turned on. The lights from several TVs and other equipment were the only things visible in the dark, so your phone light guided you to where the anchors' desk was. This was one of the wildest plans you'd ever concocted, and the thrill of getting caught turned you on that much more. Hell, this is illegal. You might get Bucky fired if you're not careful enough.

But you're sneaky. You know the setup.

The underside of the desk was a deep enough hole to hide your full body and then some, so you push yourself underneath and scoot backwards until your back hits the front panel. You have enough room to stretch your legs all the way out and still not be seen, and if you didn't know better you'd think these desks were built for times like these.

You slide his chair in front of you before returning to situate yourself and read on your phone to pass the time. About thirty minutes and a broken neck later, lights flicker on, the smell of coffee hits your nose, and a whole slew of people briskly walk in with only their bottom halves visible. Immediately you sit up and make sure your phone is on silent, moving out of the way of the chair when he pulls it out to sit his cute little ass down.

You're giddy as a school girl ready to jump his bones but you tear yourself away from misbehaving, knowing the build up would be far more satisfying. He clears his throat to rehearse his intro but cuts himself off to fake laugh at what his co-anchor Sharon says, causing you to roll your eyes knowing damn well you're funnier than she is. You get lost in his raspy, early morning voice, the one that always oozes sex and makes you gush without him ever having to touch you, and moments later Sharon says the routine good morning. He follows her.

"Coming up: A fire wreaks havoc in the city but an unexpected hero saves the day. And are these the warmest temperatures ever recorded for a New York's winter? Stay tuned." The camera cuts and the next spot is cast to a reporter who stands in the street in slacks and a t-shirt. Bucky leans back in his chair and adjusts his tie then takes a sip of water, oblivious that you're under his desk.

He and his co-anchor chit chat and you decide to test the waters by tugging ever so slightly on his shoe laces, but when you get no reaction you pull on the bottom of his pants. His knee immediately jerks up and hits the desk and he mutters a pained ‘shit’ under his breath upon impact. She asks if he's okay and he says something about not quite being awake yet, so she volunteers to get more coffee for him. The second she leaves his chair rolls back and your heart pounds violently in your chest. Curious steel blue eyes widen in shock when he notices your seated form, causing him to nearly topple backwards but saving himself when his coworkers turn their heads to the commotion.

"What are you doing here?!" He whisper-screams, trying not to get anyone's attention. A wicked grin appears on your face as you gaze up at him but before you could even think of a response, Sharon brings the coffee to him and he quickly rolls himself back to the desk. His leg stretches out and his foot lands on your chest, softly pushing you back from the potential line of sight.

They resume talking and the spotlight is brought back to them as they pick up their stories for the morning. You crawl back towards him on your knees and rest your hands on his boots. His entire lower half is completely at your mercy and you'd be fucking stupid not to seize the moment.

Sharon laughs and coos at a video in the background. “In case you missed it, late last night at the Central Park Zoo a baby red panda was born! They named him Roscoe! Isn't he just adorable?” She playfully elbows Bucky in the arm, but seems offended when he doesn’t respond with equal enthusiasm. “Ahem, I said, isn't he adorable, Buck?”

Running your deft fingers under his pants and up his legs, you rake your nails through the hairs that adorn them. His breath hitches at your touch. You continue outside of his dress pants, kneading up his toned calves and sliding over his knees, wandering slowly over the insides of his thighs until he adjusts himself by opening his legs for better access. He then clears his throat to try and focus on his story. One of his gloved hands disappears from the cameras' view and grips onto his chair beside him and he taps his foot as a warning, one you pay no mind to.

You rim your fingers along where his shirt is tucked in and tug him closer by his empty belt loops. You force his legs apart wider and pop his pants button open, leisurely dragging the zipper down and licking your lips when he sucks his stomach in.

You hook a finger in his boxers and pull down, springing out his semi-hard cock, then kiss the inside of his thigh, watching his cock twitch. Grinning like a Cheshire, you huff out a warm breath to tease him, his thighs flexing at the sensation.

Before you proceed you double check to make sure you've got enough headspace below the desk that you don't accidentally knock yourself out giving your boyfriend a secret blowjob.

You wrap your hand around his length and pump until precum starts to drip from the head. What I'd give to ride him in front of all these people, all these cameras, you think to yourself, lifting up to lap at him. The hand gripping the chair moves to your wrist, begging you with a gentle squeeze. You repay the light squeeze on his cock and immediately hear him gasp. You just know how red his face must be as you hear Sharon ask if he's okay, and he responds with a squeaky 'just fine!' You laugh in your head, returning to lick up the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Though it’s impossible to gauge his reaction, his faint, delicious whimpers make up for it as you take more of him in your mouth.

“Uh yeah, Rascal's cute,” he grits out with a fake smile, shifting to sink a little lower in his chair.

“It's Roscoe,” she corrects him stiffly.

“Of course it is.” You see Sharon on the tv behind them shooting him a death glare, cocking her eyebrow in confusion. She straightens her papers and rolls her eyes away from the camera with a smile still plastered to her face. Your hand slides down to roll his balls between your fingers and you kitten lick the slit of his head. "B-back to Steve with the-ah-weather!" He chokes out, shooting straight up in his chair.

As soon as the cameras pan, he's biting down on a gloved hand to stifle a moan while the other is white knuckling the desk right above your head. You can't help but hum in satisfaction, the small vibration causing his hips to jolt forward and the tip of his cock to hit the back of your throat. You gag at the abrupt intrusion but begin to relax your jaw, taking in all you can and pumping your hand around what your mouth leaves out.

“What is going on with you?!” Sharon hisses at him. You take him out of your mouth and listen.

“J-just havin’ an off day,” he lies breathlessly, his eyes glossed over.

“Well I’m worried,” she whispers, standing up and bending over enough for her lips to brush the shell of his ear. “You know you can talk to me.” She kisses his cheek and rests a hand on his thigh far too high up for your liking, then reaches her other hand up to thumb his chin dimple. You see red. As she walks away you can see that Bucky is uncomfortable and right now it isn’t from his compromising position.

You angrily go back to him and hollow out your cheeks, closing your mouth tighter around him with your teeth encased in your lips, sucking harder as your head bobs faster. The clicking of joints is heard as his toes curl in his shoes, a clear indication he’s nearing his release. Your focus shifts completely to getting Bucky off. His legs shake and his hips jerk of their own volition in a silent plea to keep going, but you know the best way to drive him crazy is to slow down to the point he thinks he won’t finish. You slowly twist your hand up and down his shaft while sucking his balls into your mouth and his hips stutter twice more, his cock aimed towards your open mouth, eager to collect his release on your tongue. He grunts out a final time as his cum shoots into your mouth, and you smile in victory as you swallow every drop.

From this angle you see him relax, his breathing shallow as he finds your cheek and gently runs a gloved thumb over it. You nuzzle into his palm and quickly reach to stuff him back into his pants, but your mind is brought back to the way Sharon touched him and you try not to grip him in frustration. He intentionally drops a pen and jumps down from his chair.

“How are you getting out of here?” he asks you, grabbing his pen. Your brain can’t even form a response with how upset you are. Is he cheating? Or is she just a bitch? “...pumpkin?”

“Fire alarm,” you snap, not meeting his eyes. He looks dejected with his brows furrowed and eyes searching yours, but he shakes himself out of it.

“Got it,” he nods. He makes a quick adjustment to his pants and stands up, tucking his shirt back in and excusing himself to the bathroom. You finally sit down on your ass and relax your legs, but the thought of Sharon and Bucky together gets so deep under your skin it brings tears to your eyes. The obnoxious sound of the fire alarm pulls you from your anxious addled brain and you harshly wipe at the falling wetness from your cheeks. The office lights flash and the news crew panic and gather their things, but you stay under the desk until the entire room is emptied out.

The door flies open to reveal a freshly disheveled Bucky, who practically leaps over to you and reaches his hand under the desk for you to take. You refuse his offer and get yourself up. “Let’s go,” you tell him, brushing yourself off. Once outside you’re met with the crisp morning air and the sun rising enough to cast a hazy orange reflection on the building’s windows. He takes you to a spot that’s hidden from his coworkers.

“You're gonna pay for that later," he laughs as he tries to pull you close but you shrug him off and fold your arms over your chest.

“Good,” you sniffle, leaning into him.

"What's the deal with Sharon?” you blurt. “Do you...like her or something?" You finally look him in the eyes and he notices how red your face is, your eyes brimming with tears. His mouth hangs open and he fights the urge to hug you as tight as humanly possible.

"What? No, I swear, I've told her I'm not interested, she already knows I'm with you. It makes me uncomfortable, but she just won't stop.” His hands rest on your hips. “I would never even consider it, pumpkin, especially not with how good your lips feel around my cock." He blushes and smiles shyly as he whispers the dirty word, his eyes following yours to look at you earnestly. "Never." You stutter out a sigh and blink away your tears and he tugs you closer, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your temple.

“You know I love you. She can never make me feel the way you do.” He kisses down your face and you snort, smirking up at him.

“I know she can’t. You just wait till you get home tonight.”

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shreddedparchment · 3 years

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A Wife for Thor Pt.13

12/12/2020

The Honeymoon’s Not Over

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 5,309

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst, light smut, language, talks of pregnancy

A/N: I’m sorry these are taking longer. My grandparents are living with me for a few months and these are going to get a little slower now that they’re here. I hope you enjoy it! If you have a favorite part, let me know what it is! I’d love to hear. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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Not knowing what to expect from a marriage to a veritable stranger is predictable. Of course, you’re not going to know what’s to come when you don’t know the man you’ve agreed to marry.

Apart from the responsibilities of the throne you’ve chosen to sit upon, and the obligations you have to provide the kingdom with an heir, the marriage you have chosen for yourself was entered into blindly.

You knew absolutely nothing about Thor when you agreed to marry him. You knew a little bit more by the time you stood directly opposite him and said your vows.

Now, after spending time with him in the company of his comrades, his friends, you know what Thor sounds like when he busts a gut. You see the twinkle in his one eye when they all sit around the living room reminiscing about battles won.

You see sadness over their losses, and the loyalty of his friendship. You see the weight they all carry on their shoulders to give this world its best chance against all forms of threat.

Most of all, you know how proud Thor is to have you by his side. At every moment possible, he’s pulled you into their games and conversations. He’s invited Tony to give you a tour of the compound and Bruce had tagged along and whispered to you smaller things that Tony conveniently left out because they weren’t things for him to boast about.

As the night went on, the Avengers told you their farewells and those that lived outside of the compound took their leave. They told you it was so nice to meet you, shook your hand—or hugged you as was the case with Wanda, Nat, and Steve—and then made you promise to stop by again and stay for longer than a day.

“We’ll make a real vacation of it, I assure you,” Thor promises Bucky who has taken a shine to you more enthusiastically than you thought he would.

Since you made your opinions on Loki clear, he’s been much more eager to speak with you and exchange ideas on more than just overlooking the troubled pasts of people desperate to make a change.

By one o’clock in the morning, Tony and Bruce are the only two left in the living room.

Bruce sits at the edge of the sofa, his glasses balanced at the end of his nose as he scrolls through large amounts of text and numbers on a sleek black tablet.

Tony has taken over the corner of the sectional, his phone pressed to his ear again as he yawns but resists sleep.

You hear him say Pepper’s name and a quick acknowledgement that he misses her when you decide that maybe it’s time to give them their privacy.

You rise slowly, Thor back in the main common room where you’d all eaten dinner, talking to Loki or Hilde on his own phone to keep up with what’s happening back home.

Bruce notices, not as invested in his reading as you’d thought.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You admit, gesturing over your shoulder towards the other room.

“Oh, okay. Have a good night. I think Tony has breakfast set up for eight o’clock tomorrow morning so, the others will be back by then. I think?”

Bruce turns towards Tony who has his legs folded up on the seat, his hand combing through the back of his head as a sappy grin overtakes his face.

“Hey, breakfast at eight, right? Tomorrow morning?” Bruce asks, reaching over to place his hand on the seat of the sofa to attempt and get his attention.

“Hold on, Pep, there’s some weird old man trying to ask me something. I think if I ignore him long enough, he’ll leave me alone.” Tony mutters, loud enough for everyone to hear but muffled enough to make it clear that you’re not supposed to.

From the other end of the phone, you hear a clearly amused female voice speak back, “Be nice. He’s trying to be accommodating for Thor’s wife.”

He throws his hand back towards Bruce and waves his hand at him in clear dismissal.

Bruce sighs and gives you an apologetic smile, but you’re smiling from ear to ear.

“Sorry. Just to be safe, we’ll say eight o’clock.”

“Thanks, Bruce. For the tour and everything.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Bruce nods.

“Good night. Good night, Tony.” You call at him pointedly.

Tony makes a point to look back at you, fixing you with a buttery smile, “Goodnight, Cherub.”

You scoff, laughing a little, but give them a wave and move into the common room.

Thor’s back is tense, and it makes you worry.

Despite the conversation you’d overheard in the kitchen, you’re more confident now than before that Thor is devoted to you.

Because it’s in his touch. It’s in his gaze. It’s in the way he pulls you into his side when the others teased you about now being obligated to be an Avenger and the consequent terror that filled your eyes.

“A jest, my sweet.” Thor had whispered, then chuckled with the others.

He’d promised to tell you about this threat when the two of you were alone, but you’re so exhausted and as much as you want to go over and demand he fill you in now, you turn down the long hallway and pass two or three doorways before you reach the bedrooms.

The first door on the left is Thor’s and you slip in quietly, hoping not to interrupt Thor’s phone call.

It’s toasty warm inside. You peel off your clothes and despite wanting to just snuggle into bed, you make your way into the bathroom and the deep tub is long and wide enough for two people.

You flip on the shower instead, the water burning hot and as it glides down along your skin it summons goosebumps as the cold is chased away.

You hadn’t realized how chilly the compound is until now, and wonder if the Avengers are just hot natured. It would be weird for all of them to be like that, but if the ones with powers are like Thor, then maybe they all run a little hotter?

A tickle around your arms, just above your elbows, coaxes your eyes back open.

You hadn’t even realized you were falling asleep. Looking down you see two sets of large familiar fingers.

The hands they’re attached to turn you around and pull you close until Thor’s lips press down against yours, pushing you even further into peaceful bliss.

He opens his mouth wide, coaxing your own to respond as his tongue delves hungrily into your mouth.

You’re slow to respond, so tired but eager and pleased with the affection.

Thor’s knee nudges against the inner part of your thigh and you take a step, but he catches it as you do, and he lifts it up against his hip.

Water rains down along your naked bodies and Thor slides into you slowly.

You moan, low and sweet. Quiet and pleased but lazy.

“Thor…” You whimper, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he dips down to nibble at your throat.

He pumps in and out so deliciously slow that the stretch of him pulls an orgasm from you quickly.

You’re so sensitive at the moment. You go limp in his arms, and he adjusts to support your body as you relax while he continues to push into you.

He rests your back against the shower wall, hips pulled against his as he fucks you slow. Watching him thrust into you, hips rolling slow, is perfection.

You caress the side of his face and he pulls back to look at you before he kisses you sweetly.

It all feels like a dream, and as he speeds up, you shut your eyes and you’re sent off with another wave of pleasure.

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The morning is toasty. Large warmth wrapped around you.

You twist where he holds you, straining to look at his face which you know like the back of your hand by now. No eyepatch, you reach up to trace the edges of his missing eye.

He croons and curls into your touch, the space gets red and itchy sometimes from wearing the patch all day.

This feeling, this soft glow in your chest, the way it aches and makes you feel like you could fly is something you didn’t know to expect from your marriage.

This iridescence, this shine that grows from your very center to entangle itself around you and Thor.

“Sleep longer,” Thor whispers, his voice deep and gravelly with sleep.

He pulls you closer, large hands splayed against your back as he rubs it several times up and down.

It almost does lure you back to sleep but you force your eyes open.

“We have to go down for breakfast. Everyone will be waiting.”

“Mmmmmm,” Thor protests.

No, he’s straight up whining. Tightening his hold, you groan as he squeezes. Any harder and he’ll crack your back.

“Thor,” You insist, and after a bit he opens his eye and peeks at your face before shutting it again.

“I do not appreciate early mornings when I am supposed to be enjoying uninterrupted time with my new wife.”

“You’re the one that brought us here!” The chuckle that slips through your lips is unintentional, but he’s so cute all pouty.

“It doesn’t matter,” He frowns, “I am King. Things should go my way.”

“Well, excuse me Your Majesty. Should I go tell the Avengers that they need to reschedule breakfast until you’re ready to wake up?”

“Yes,” When you start to move, he shoots up, tackling you to the bed and pinning your arms over your head as you laugh. “Wait, I don’t want you to leave the bed.”

“How the hell else am I supposed to go tell them then?”

“I suppose we can’t make them wait. I am so glad that we’ve still got a few days left to spend at your home. I want to make sure we go back to the palace with my child firmly planted in your womb.” He gushes and even though the words aren’t exactly dirty, it’s got your core throbbing and aching for more of what you think happened last night.

“Did we make love last night?” You really don’t know if it was just a dream or not.

It was all so sleepy, the memory like smoke. It could very well have been a wet dream.

“Don’t you remember?”

“Kinda. I was so tired.”

The amused curve of Thor’s lips give you the confirmation you need, “Yes, you were very tired. I had to catch you after your second climax. You fell asleep just as I also reached mine.”

“I don’t remember,” You confess, trying hard to remember what happened after your eyes shut.

You vaguely remember feeling supportive hands on the back of your head and back.

The soft mattress of his bed supporting you as he placed you on it?

“I’m not allowed to get drunk or to get really tired around you anymore. I hate not remembering my nights with you.”

He settles down on top of you, keeping his weight light and balanced on his side. His hands he brings down along your arms until he has his right cupping the left side of your head while his left hand finds its usual spot on your hip.

“I quite enjoy it when you can’t keep your eyes open. You sang for me on our wedding night.”

His reminder makes you groan and you turn away from him but he catches your lips in a kiss before you can turn away fully.

Thor gives you a good morning. A very good morning.

You both shuffle out into the common room where you’d had dinner last night with wide smiles, playful chuckling, and completely satisfied.

Both of you are so into what the other is saying or doing with their hands that you don’t really hear the murmur of conversation by the long table.

“When we get back, we should break in that bench in your backyard.” Thor whispers.

“Are you joking? That thing is gonna leave so many marks on my body. No way.”

“Come on, I’ll put a blanket, and you can be on top.” He presses his lips right up against your ear as he seduces you, but you’re stronger than that...maybe.

“Mmm, that’s really tempting there, Your Majesty,” you tease, reaching up to tug on his ear until he meets your lips in a quick peck.

It’s noisy and it smacks. So loud in fact, that you two finally notice the way the murmur of voices has disappeared and turned into silence.

Both of you stop, searching ahead for what might have caused the sudden death of conversation and at first don’t see anything.

Well, you don’t see anything.

“Good morning, everyone. What’s-is everything okay?” You ask, finding Steve’s face as he stands with his arms crossed across his chest, looking at you and Thor with his chin tucked in a bit.

He looks pensive and worried.

A quick look at Natasha and Wanda tells you that they’re worried for you for some reason. Both of them sitting at the edge of their seats.

Beside you, Thor has gone stiff.

“Thor?” You look at him, not sure why and search his face to see if there might be a clue but his eye is lasered in across the room and you follow his gaze.

You’re still not quite certain what he sees until movement on the furthest seat of the table draws your attention to a small brunette, with peachy skin, rosy cheeks, and bright brown eyes.

She’s so nervous that she’s almost clumsy, pushing her long hair over her shoulder, her lips quivering into a smile and then back into a straight line several times before they settle into a teeny uncertain curve of her lips.

Pink lips. Not chapped. Perfectly proportioned so that both lips are the exact same thickness.

“Jane…” Thor says, almost like it’s a realization.

“Oh,” Your voice is more timid than you expected it to come out if you ever came face to face with this woman. “That’s Jane.”

You’re suddenly really sad you never Googled her so that you’d at least have been prepared for the absolute petite beauty that she is.

Thor’s head whips towards you and he blinks, mouth opening as he searches for the words.

“I-we-er-I mean...This-this is my wife,” He introduces you breathlessly.

Clearly seeing her has caught him by as much surprise as you. Maybe more.

“Queen of Asgard,” he gives her your full name.

In Asgardian tradition, since Thor doesn’t technically have a last name in the traditional sense like humans do, you’ve kept your own.

“Right,” Jane shuts her eyes, claps her hands gently then nods slowly. “Right, of course. You’re King now! RIght. Your Majesties.”

Her greeting is simple and she even gives a quick somewhat off balance curtsy, probably from her nerves.

“Oh, that’s-”

Thor takes your hand, pulling you just a smidge more into his side, cutting off your protest to her curtsy.

“Thank you for that,” Thor tells her, nodding once. “None of these rascals bothered to bow to my new Queen.”

There’s something odd about Thor’s voice that you’ve never heard before. An anger. Subdued rage. Surprise too. His own sprinkle of nerves thrown in there as well.

You steal a glance up at his face and find a tightness around his eyes as he then drops your hand to slip it around your shoulders.

“What are you doing here?” He asks her, and the Avengers take this as their cue to rise from their spots and move into the living room or the kitchen.

Jane comes around the table, stopping a few feet away from the two of you.

Their eyes are locked on each other, her pretty browns and Thor’s one electric blue.

The silence, though it lasts only a quick three seconds, is endless. Instantly you’re an intruder and you spot Bruce peeking from the kitchen. He makes eye contact with you and there’s a beckoning from him, a promise of safety and sanctuary in this super fucked situation you find yourself in and you pull out from Thor’s arm and nearly scamper into the kitchen but a large hand wraps around your wrist gently, pulling to stop you from moving.

“Where are you going?” Thor’s face has softened, all tension leaving his beautiful face as he steps towards you to close the distance between your bodies.

It’s still respectful, a good two feet between you as opposed to the narrow six inches he’s kept you in all week.

Something tells you that he’s also keeping you at arms’ length because Jane is right there and it’s only been at most, two weeks since he ended things with her.

“I was going to give you two some space.” You whisper, though Jane is literally right there, so she can hear you.

“Oh, you don’t have to-” She starts, but Thor cuts her off, almost as if he can’t hear her.

“You do not have to give us space, cherub. You are right where you should be, at my side.” Thor doesn’t bother to whisper, but it’s clear in the volume of his voice that his words are meant only for you.

“It feels weird…” You whisper more quietly that it makes Thor move closer and lean his head down.

“It shouldn’t,” He reaches up to stroke your cheek, and you can’t help but peek at Jane.

She’s watching the two of you, her eyes darting away and back and away again, a fleeting look of confusion on her pretty face.

You reach around Thor’s side and give his side a little pinch to bring his attention back to Jane.

“She’s waiting,” you inform him, and flick your head in her direction before turning to face her again, planting yourself beside Thor just as he wants.

“Right,” Thor agrees, then wraps his arm right back around your shoulders. “What brings you to the compound, Jane? I can’t imagine anything would get you out of the desert with what you showed me last time I was there.”

Your heart gives an upsetting lurch at the reminder to Thor’s and Tony’s conversation last night, but you simply lean into Thor’s side some more, pushing down your insecurities for now.

“Yeah, um...I was in the lab when a weird energy spike completely threw off my sensors. It fried my stabilizer. So, I checked with NASA and UNOOSA, CNSA, SUPARCO, and a whole bunch of other contacts at various space agencies around the world and all of them also had similar readings. Not as strong, but they all swear that they don’t have anything in orbit or out in that quadrant. Given the strength of the surge, I contacted Tony to let him know so that he could get word to you but then he told me that you’d be here this week for a day, so I...I decided to stop by and tell you myself.”

She smiles, just a quick awkward little thing, at you and then at Thor.

Thor’s mind processes what she just told him as quickly as it can while you steal a glance at the kitchen again where Tony is peeking out this time.

“To be fair, I didn’t know you were going to be so nice.” He tells you, unapologetic that his words will reach all ears in all three rooms.

He quickly ducks out when you frown at him, leaving Bruce peeking out behind him who then panics and also pulls himself back out of sight.

What you can infer from his words is that he’d invited her to come when he’d known that you and Thor would be on your honeymoon in an attempt to get them back together?

As you look back to Jane who stands there staring at Thor with those stupid big brown eyes, you wonder if she knew Tony’s plans and that’s why she’s here.

“What’s the trajectory of the energy you found? What’s it heading towards?” Thor wonders, taking a half step forward, dropping his arm from your shoulders.

Your mind goes into a sudden frenzy as you, like him, put two and two together quickly.

“The threat?” You guess, stepping away from him but also moving around so that you can look at him and speak a little more face-to-face with him and Jane too.

You’d completely forgotten about the damn threat! You’d been so seduced and tired last night that you passed out. Then Thor woke you up so sweetly with more seduction that you’ve put the secret threat Thor has been trying to hide from you out of your mind.

His furrowed brow, large biceps bulging as he crosses his arms across his chest, betray his guilt at having kept it from you. But the two of you know that you have no time to dwell on petty arguments, so you table the argument you’d planned on having last night for another time.

“Could that be it?” You push, looking to Jane who looks a little confused by the tension in both your and Thor’s bodies.

“It might be.”

“What threat?” Jane wonders.

“What’s the matter, Cherub? What’s got you all worried?” Tony shuffles over, probably having heard the bit about the threat.

You give him a quick glance before you look at Jane, “What kind of energy reading was it? Cosmic? Solar? Celestial?”

All of the Avengers who had begun to make their way back into the common room for breakfast along with Thor, Tony, and Jane stop to look at you, several of them with mouths open and in complete surprise.

The silence is deafening, pressing in on you from every direction. Thor takes a step towards you and seems to be the only one unphased by your question.

“I don’t know that Jane would be able to determine the type of energy at this distance.” And yet, he turns to look at her once he’s spoken. “Jane?”

She blinks, still completely in shock by your knowledge, “Uh, I might be able to find a way to determine...how do you know about-?”

“As soon as Thor formally asked me to marry him I started to make a list of things that would probably be good to know in my position. Loki helped me um…” Wait, shoot...maybe you shouldn’t be so open with them?

“The weird sister helped you what?” Tony asks, casual disdain in his voice for the younger Asgardian prince.

You frown at him.

“Nevermind.” You cross your arms across your chest and sit down on the seat right behind you.

“He didn’t mean that, cherub.” Thor cuts in, moving towards you he pulls the seat beside you out to sit down, facing you. “Isn’t that right, Stark?”

“No.” You frown, really not liking the way some of them seem to really hate Loki.

Part of you knows that you can’t blame them. Loki did a lot of bad the last time he was here for an extended period of time.

He killed a lot of people and wreaked havoc on New York. They have every right to be angry at him. Even though you know this, you can’t find yourself letting them get away with their open hatred for him in front of you.

Thor looks at Tony with a pleading, his large hands on your knees as he strokes your legs softly to try and soothe you.

You see Tony roll his eyes from the corner of your own and with a silent exasperated sigh, he throws his hands out in front of him to physically push away his words.

“Alright, you’re right. I’m sorry. He’s made amends, right? He’s spent the time since he came back doing right by those people that he hurt. You’re right.” The longer Tony speaks, the more it looks like it physically hurts him to say sorry.

“Wait, you actually like Loki?” Jane asks, her smile in slight disbelief.

“Didn’t he save your life before?” You throw at her, having heard all about her infection by the Aether and how she’d helped Thor save many worlds.

It’s intimidating and not a story you’d easily forget.

At the time, you’d wondered how you’re ever going to compare to that. She’s helped Thor save Earth twice. What can you do?

Your words have the desired effect, and she quickly deflates as you meet Thor’s eye and sigh slowly.

“They don’t mean anything by it, cherub,” Thor promises, his voice soft and gentle and soothing.

You see the way Jane’s head twists in your direction at his pet name for you but he reaches up to take hold of your chin and turn your face towards his.

“Loki is lucky to have your loyalty.” He praises, looking genuinely happy about it too, but the smile leaves quickly in favor of his curiosity. “But how did you learn about different types of energy?”

“Loki hacked into the S.H.I.E.L.D. mainframe when I told him that I wasn’t sure that I was up for the task of being Queen and wife of an Avenger since I knew almost nothing about anything. I-I did a lot of reading.” You admit, heart in arrest as you gauge everyone’s reaction to Loki’s deceit. “But he only did it because I was crying and really worried and I was almost having a straight up panic attack, and he wanted to help so he offered me a place to learn and I couldn’t-I didn’t have it in me to say no even when he told me how he was going to get me the info so if you’re going to blame anyone, blame me because I was feeling so inadequate and he was just trying to make me feel better.”

Once again, the room is left in silence, save for Thor who smiles at you and reaches around to grab the back of your neck and give it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s alright. We’re not angry. Any of us, right?” As he looks around at everyone, they all nod quickly, giving you reassuring smiles save for Tony who has his arms crossed over his chest now, hand covering his mouth as he shakes with silent laughter.

“You’re angry?” You ask him, and he startles slightly when he realizes you’re talking to him.

“Me? Oh, no. No, I’m not. I just can’t wait to tell Fury that Loki hacked into his servers.” Tony bursts into laughter and has to turn away from all of you and move back into the kitchen to get a hold of himself.

“I’m sorry.” You repeat, reaching down to take hold of Thor’s hand, “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me, love. Never.” He smiles at you, then pulls you down to kiss your forehead before rising and moving to stand behind you. “Can you get to work on detecting the type of energy it was that destroyed your instruments?”

Jane straightens up out of her slouched pouting as she realizes that he’s talking to her, “Yes. I can. That’s kind of why I came here, to get some help from Bruce. It could also be gamma, so I wanted to consult with him before I made any decisions.”

Bruce lumbers forward between Nat and Bucky, waving Jane over, “We can go now? I don’t exactly have an appetite at the moment. If you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Jane shakes her head and moves for him as he turns to lead the way.

Before she can get too far, she stops and turns to look at you and Thor as he moves back to take his seat next to you, your hands pulled up to his lips.

“Uh, congrats again, both of you,” With a firm nod, she turns and leaves you all to your breakfast.

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“We don’t have to cut our honeymoon short?”

“Definitely not.” Thor frowns, “I would quit my job as King of Asgard if we had to end our private time.”

You smile, despite the pit in your stomach, “You can’t quit, silly.”

“I can. Loki would be more than happy to take over.”

“Well, I won’t let you quit. You’re an amazing King.”

“You’re my wife. You are clearly biased in my favor. I can’t believe a word you say.”

You chuckle at his playful banter, but after a few seconds, your worry for the people of your kingdom takes over.

“But really, Thor. If the threat coming is the same thing that destroyed Jane’s equipment, shouldn’t we go home and, I don’t know, deal with it?”

Thor breathes in deep, considering your words as he finishes pulling off his armor, tossing the last piece onto his red cape leaving him in a plain dark shirt and pants.

In a clear attempt to distract you, he rolls up the sleeves to his elbows, you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a distraction.

Mmmph!

“I already have Sif and Hilde working on it. Loki is managing things with the palace, beefing up security for when we get there and until Tony and Bruce can come and make their own modifications.”

“Then we can enjoy our last four days?”

“Enjoy them?!” Thor moves to you, slipping his hand down around the waist of your skirt where it intertwines with the lower piece and with a firm tug, he rips through the fabric leaving only the bodice.

You gasp, hand pressed to your chest as you laugh in surprise.

“I’m going to impregnate you in the next four days if it’s the last thing I do.”

Oh my.

“No, turn around for me cherub, so I can finish ripping this dress off of you.” He coaxes you around and leans down to press a kiss to your back, then rips down the back of your bodice with more firm tugs that shake your body.

His lips trail open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs with a possessive squeeze.

Despite your worries, it doesn’t seem like seeing Jane has affected his desire for you in any way. Somehow you’d never believed his devotion to you, until now.

With meeting Jane now that you’re married out of the way, and Thor’s cock still solid as he rutts into you from behind as he strips you, you feel a lot more secure in the emotions and passion you’re able to summon from him.

Almost like he knows you need it, “Tell me you love me, cherub.”

How can he doubt it?

“I love you, puppy.” It just slips out and Thor freezes.

You panic, turning to look at him because you hadn’t meant to say it, and it was something you’d just been calling him in your head in secret because of that look he gives you when he’s begging you to give in for whatever he wants in the moment.

“I’m-” He cuts you off, smashing his mouth down onto you, open wide as he delves into you, tasting you, tongue searching and coaxing.

“Mmmph,” You whimper, wrapping your arms around him to grip the back of his shirt tight.

He suddenly tosses you back onto your bed, pulling his shirt over his head and then shoving his pants down before he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards the edge. With wide splayed out hands he pushes your thighs open and settles between them, two fingers run up along your slick slit making you quiver.

“Tell me again,” he orders, voice so deep you feel it in your toes.

“I love you, pu-AH!”

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Timeless (Steve x Reader) - PART FOUR

Summary: After moving into your new apartment, you notice an old nightstand in your bedroom along with a letter than was written over seventy years ago. Somehow, you’re able to write to Steve Rogers, the man who became Captain America.

PART ONE. PART TWO. PART THREE.

PART FOUR.

2017

It had been four months since you and Steve passed notes. You felt like a childish high schooler who passed notes in class. You didn't tell Ben about it, but you knew your relationship with him was straining. Ben had a big promotion at work that seemed to keep you guys apart. At first, it was just that, but then your obsession with Steve and his matters, as well as finding an explanation, came into the equation. Between the busy work schedules and your secret letters, it became too much. You couldn't lie to yourself - you had feelings for Steve. It was weird, considering he lived seventy years in the past and you didn't know what he looked like. Chances are, if you looked him up now, he'd be dead because of the age gap. Night after night you sat on the edge of your bed and tried to talk yourself out of liking Steve. You gave yourself every reason and explanation as to why the both of you could never be together, but your mind came back to the fact that you would take a bullet for the man who seemed to understand you. You loved the way he was so open and honest with you. He didn't mind sharing himself with a stranger and you didn't mind hearing his thoughts. You couldn't find the strength to write about Ben to Steve. You didn't want to ruin the good moment you had with him.

You kept telling yourself you weren't cheating on Ben. You technically weren't even seeing this guy, but you could feel your heart grow fonder of Steve with every letter that you received.

The tightness of your chest grew each day and you decided you needed to stop dwelling on something, or rather someone, who wasn't there. You had decided to stop by Ben's place to tell him about the letters in hopes of bringing you both closer.

You held the key Ben gave you in his hand as you struggled to open his complicated lock. He was sitting on the couch and barely lifted his eyes to meet yours.

"Hey," you greeted. He made an effort to turn the television off and looked at you with tired eyes.

"We need to talk," he started. "I'm tired of us not talking anymore. I don't know why you're suddenly closed off." You were somewhat grateful that Ben didn't beat around the bush. It was time for the both of you to be adults and figure this, whatever it is, out. You sat on the couch, facing him.

"Yeah, I just...," you trailed off.

"What? You know you can tell me."

You sighed. "That's the thing, I don't think I can. I'm trying to figure this crazy situation out and it's even too crazy for me to believe." Ben reached his hand out to touch your knee.

"You can talk to me," Ben said. You were silent. It was crazy to think you had grown more attached to Steve and felt more attraction towards someone who was living in the past. Ben was right there in front of you, willing to listen, willing to hear your story, yet you were not wiling to give up Steve. You wanted to keep this part of your life a secret from the rest of the world. You wanted Steve all to yourself, as selfish as it was. The intention of telling him about the letters had vanished and you decided you wanted to keep this to yourself.

The silence was almost deafening. Ben retracted his hand and looked at you.

"So that's it, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," you said, almost as quietly as a whisper. You expected Ben to raise his voice at you, but he didn't.

"I'll see you around, yeah?" Ben asked as you got up from the couch. You nodded, even though the both of you knew you'd probably never cross paths again.

As soon as you closed the door behind you, you felt a weight lifted off of your shoulders and a new one set in its place. Nobody knew about Steve and you wanted to keep it that way, and you were lying to yourself when you said you could make it work with Steve. You couldn't define your relationship with him and decided not to think about it on your way back to your apartment, where you planned to sit in the shower until the water washed away every bad thought.

••

1941

A while back, Steve had asked you to send a photo of yourself. You did and he couldn't grasp at how mesmerising you were. He loved the way you smiled and was happy when he put a face to your name. Bucky was updated on the letters and he felt as if he knew you too. Steve was overjoyed when you didn't stop writing. Truthfully, he felt like you knew him better than anyone else and you were the only one who wouldn't judge him. Sure, Bucky was his best friend, but he was friends with the other trainees and soldiers. He was one of them.

You had asked him for a picture too, but cameras weren't at his disposal and there wasn't a photographer around. You told him you were disappointed, but you said he's just as handsome as you thought. Steve was enlightened and grew fond of you with every letter you sent. He was a bit disappointed when he found out the future brought harder challenges. He had asked you about the outcome of the war and you told him you were hesitant on saying. He wondered why for the longest time before you replied, stating that it could change the outcome. Steve respected that and didn't press further. He liked the fact that technology was even greater in your year. He couldn't imagine a phone that was the size of his hand and able to call, message, and operate as a camera in one small device. The future excited him.

But his days writing you became challenging after he was injected with the serum. He explained to you his situation and how he would not be writing as often because he was under watch. You understood and he was grateful. His heart melted when you wrote, "Please be safe."

The serum had enhanced his body in every way. Steve noticed the trainees who once teased him were too afraid to speak to him. Bucky showed his best friend off like he had just won a prize and the women who tended to the offices were stunned by his beauty. They had never seen Steve in this light before and all of a sudden, they were watching him. Peggy Carter was one woman who seemed the most interested. However, he didn't return he affections. Before the serum, Steve tried to talk to Peggy, but she would brush him off like he was nothing. Now, he felt so close to Y/N and he was certain no other woman would compare to her.

He described his feelings in his next letter as well as describe his physical feature enhancements. Steve begged God for a way to let him meet Y/N before he died, even if it was as an old man. Y/N prayed too, but neither of them knew how they would meet.

The day came. He dreaded not being able to write Y/N, but his duty as a soldier was imminent.

My love,

It's hard writing this letter. Doll, just know that I hold you close to my heart and it pains me to say this might be the last time we ever speak. I don't know what's in the future, but I only pray I'm able to return home safely and see a million letters from you for me to read.

I've asked Bucky to keep these letters safe. In the event that Bucky needs to go out on the field, I've instructed our director to send this nightstand to my apartment, the one you're in now. I don't know how it works, but I pray the gateway to you never closes.

My goodness, darling. I've never grown attached to somebody like you in my entire life. Knowing you're seventy years away is killing me. I don't know what's going on in your life right now, but I hope you think of me from time to time. You've kept me warm when I felt coldest. Before the serum, nobody seemed to pay attention to me but you. Now, I've been getting a lot of attention, but my attention is focused on you.

In case nobody ever told you, Y/N, you're the best thing that could've existed on Earth.

Until next time, doll.

Love, Steve Rogers

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fxckin-polkadots · 3 years

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woke up and i have ideas for a kurt x gn!reader fanfic👀 kinda wanna write it, once my master list is done maybe i will…

old friend of scotts from prison maybe?? not sure yet, i’ll think more on it, if you can please send ideas hahha

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afrogirl3005 · 7 months

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"I've Got you " A Loki drabble ✨Flufftober 2023✨

My first flufftober post of the season. enjoy :).

Loki x Plus Size Reader

Hurt/fluff

Loki, a lone ranger in the sea of time. He’s a broken man after witnessing the horrors of the TVA. he knows that your timeline, your home is somewhere he can go for comfort. Zipping through time to get to your place of solace. He takes a deep breath before knocking on your door, afraid that you might shun him away like life has always done to him. He knocks, you answer. “Hello darling, I have been through the most taxing of journeys through the multiverse and I was hoping to enter your home.” you are taking in his towering form. you utter a calm “well sure, you’re looking a little worse for wear after all.” you take his hand as you lead him to the comfiest chair in your house. “Would you like some tea?” you ask him “yes my dear that would be lovely :)” you get started as he tries so desperately to relax in your chair. You hand him the cup of earl grey, he beckons you to sit in his lap. In His mind all he thinks is how desperately he needs your warmth to engulf him. He‘s so overwhelmed with emotion that he starts to tear up, breaking down on in your arms lamenting over the life that he so severely wanted and the death that came from his mischievous endeavor to save his brother. The world's he had traveled avoiding kang the conqueror had taken a toll on him. He sobs deep into your shoulder. “Hey I’ve got you.” You stroke his black hair that to you shined so brightly “just fall into me, I’ll catch you.” he looks up at you through tears and lashes. He sobs “ I don’t remember.. I don’t know what I’d do without your love.” You kiss his forehead and pull him towards your chest knowing that he’d be gone the next day, you started to cry with him. But for now you both hold each other and you never leave him for that night.

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lupoliatova · 3 years

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please help a girl out

there's this multi-chaptered fanfic of i guess like a daily life with the avenger stuff. From what I can remember, I think it was called "Compound Chronicles" or "Avengers chronicles". I've done absolutely everything I could to find them before posting this and I just couldn't:((( please help me😭 also, the blog had this blurb I think where Meredith Grey was in, Alex Karev as well.

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cybersry · 2 years

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I feel like crying right now send me some angsty Harry styles, criminal minds, marvel fanfics 😵‍💫

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josephines-simps-fics · 2 years

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The Switch // pt. 2 // 21 questions

pt. 1

Master list & spotify

Pairing: Avengers x Teen! Avenger! Fem! Witch! Reader, Peter Parker x Avenger! Fem! Witch! Reader

Warnings: a bit a lot of kissing, fluff, typos, a dash of angst. Fire, If I forgot any please inform me.

(Story) Summary: You hold the powers you can't control, what happens when you start to lose control?

(Chapter) Summary: You and Peter go on a date, and find out more about each other.

A/N: This is mostly fluff than angst

Reader's age: 16

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

I do not consent my work being stolen or posted elsewhere. Please reblog if you enjoyed the story

A week had past since you had that dream. You didn't know how much longer you could go without tell anyone about everything going on inside your head, about how you could be the end of The Avengers.

Every night it was the same nightmare, over and over. Everyday was the same, the panic of losing control, and the hope of finding the brown haired boy.

While all of that was happening, your friendship with Peter grew, and so did your crush He was the person you always hung out with at school. Peter kept your secret about the dreams you've been having, he was a good friend to you.

Peter knew the ways to calm you down, he was your anchor. You would lose a little bit of control, and Peter was there by your side to calm you down. And yes you grew a suspicion that Peter was the brunette boy you've been looking for, but the chances were unlikely.

It was happening, you asked Peter out on a date and he agreed. Though you only known and lived with him for a week, you couldn't keep you feelings from him. You haven't felt this happy since you were recruited as an Avenger.

When you looked at Peter it was like looking at your own paradise. You felt like everything happening stopped. His puppy dog eye's calmed you down and helped relieve stress.

Of course you guys told the house hold about the date, and with the help of Wanda and Natasha, you will achieve the look you're going for.

You sat in your chair while Nat straighten your hair and Wanda applied your eyeshadow. You were a tad nervous, but the tea Wanda made you helped your nerves.

"Do you know where he's taking you?" Wanda asked

"Peter's taking me to a restaurant about twenty minutes from here, then he said the rest is surprise" you squealed.

"Well if anything goes wrong, you know you can call one of us" Nat told you while putting your hair up in a formal bun.

"Nothing will go wrong; we're gonna eat and then probably go to the movies" you informed her.

Peter awaited your arrival down stairs, where Tony was helping Peter with his tie.

"What she doesn't like the flowers?" Peter asked, he was nervous

"She'll like them, all you have to do is give them to her and stop being such a nervous wreck." Tony told him.

Peter heard only the beginning of the sentence before getting distracted by you. You walked down the stairs as you dawned a black top with a red skirt. He swore you looked like an angel.

"Hey Pete, you ready?" You asked the stunned boy.

"Y-yeah" Peter stuttered and you the flowers.

You and Peter made it to the restaurant and were seated. The lighting from the candles at the table made Peter's doe eyes sparkle.

"You look very dashing tonight, Y/N" Peter said.

"Right back at ya" you replied while doing finger guns. Finger guns? What is am I doing? you thought to yourself.

Peter giggled and blushed a little.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, that was cringy" you apologized while covering you face in embarrassment.

"No, No, it's fine, I do silly stuff all the time" Peter told you.

You two hardly talked, all you guys did was stare into each other's eyes. The only time you two didn't look at each other, was when you had to look at the menu. You were interrupted by the waiter bring you spaghetti and Peter's pasta.

"So where'd you grow up?" You started the conversation

"I use to live in Queens with my aunt May, but the Tony asked me to join the team and to move in." Peter answered while taking a bite of his food. "How 'bout you?"

"I grew up with my mom in Manhattan until she passed away when I was thirteen. I had an episode with my powers and Steve found me." You told him your story "We still don't know how I got them."

"Sorry for your loss" Peter gave his condolences, though you insisted you were fine.

You and Peter walked out of the restaurant, yours and his hands intertwined with his as you guys walked.

"Where to now?" You asked

"It's a surprise" he answered, "for now, I want to know more about you."

"How about a game of twenty-one questions?" You negotiated

"Okay, Your favorite movie?" Peter asked as you guys continued walking.

"I like La La Land, all time favorite, you?" You threw the question back at him.

"I'm a Star Wars fan, I love those movies" he confessed. "Favorite band?"

"Led Zeppelin, I grew up with Tony in the house, I have good taste" you answered

"I'm more of an Imagine Dragons person" Peter responded, causing you giggle a little.

You didn't have a problem with Imagine Dragons, but Peter didn't seem like that kind of guy. He always made fun of that band and stuff like that.

"Are we there yet?" You asked

"In fact, yes we are" Peter answered, letting go of your hand.

He took you to a beautiful flower field, covered in pink and yellow poppies.

"Peter, this is breath taking" you spoke in astonishment.

You walked through all the flowers and laid down in the pile of poppies. The smell of fresh grass came to you, it was like you were in a flowers shop. Peter came to lay down with you and look at the stars.

"How are you liking tonight so far?" Peter asked, his hands locking with yours again.

"I'm loving it" you answered "I haven't felt this happy since I can remember."

You turned your head to looked at him and he did the same, your eyes made contact with his. The air shifted and suddenly your lips lock with his. You ran your hands through his hair and his hands grabbed your face.

"Wow" he said as you both stopped kissing. Peter wasn't expecting to kiss you, and you didn't expect to kiss him, but it just happened.

"That was-" Peter cut you off with an other kiss. But this time something was different, it was like the atmosphere had change and everything was meant to be.

"We should probably get home now, we have school tomorrow" Peter said in a nervous tone.

You took out your sketch book as soon as you got home from your date. You didn't have anything new to sketch, you did have one you needed to finish. It was your most recent dream, one where you saw the face of the mystery boy. The one where you saw Peter.

This one was different though, you weren't floating on the air, or crying. On this dream you were kissing him, but it was the same setting as all your recent dreams. You were still in what you were guessing was your new super suit.

Your green power wasn't in the air anymore, and the kiss seemed more passionate. Someone knocked on the door, you quickly closed your sketch book and told them to come in.

"Hey" Peter poked his head into your room. "I wanted to let you know that I had fun tonight, and that I seemed nervous because..." Peter looked at floor, trailing off his sentence.

"Because what?" You tried getting him to finish his sentence.

"You were my first kiss, and my first girlfriend, and I didn't know how to rea-"

"-Did you call me your girlfriend?" You cut him off.

"Oh s-sorry, now I sound like a weirdo because we onl-" you pressed your lips against his.

"I liked today and I love the title 'girlfriend'. We should do this again sometime" you told him after the kiss.

"Y-yeah, I'm good for after school tomorrow" Peter was making plans already.

"It's a date" you said before he exited your room.

"Y/N! Watch out!" Clint screamed as a missile came very close to you. You used your powers to move it away, but accidentally hit a building. Flames covered the building and it came crashing down.

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Chapter 11

Sol POV

Sitting down, I tell him everything that happened. About my past, what I found, and my future. It feels nice talking with someone I trust; opening the box, I look through the many drawings of my family over the generations. He looks at them over my shoulder, keeping me close, showing me he's there for me.

Wanting to lighten the mood, I look up at him, "Teach me how to cast an illusion."

Loki seems a bit confused, "Now, why would you want me to do that?"

I hold his hand, "So we can get out of this stuffy cell, just for the day."

Looking down at me, he nods, giving me simple instructions; I hold out my hand in front of the chair. Casting an illusion of Loki sleeping, I smile at him, taking his hand I teleport us to my room.

Setting the box on the nightstand, I look over at him. Smiling, he lays down on the bed, plopping down next to him; I turn, catching his soft gaze. Sitting up, he leans over me, placing a kiss on my lips. Pulling him close, I feel his hands pull me upward, only for us to get interrupted by a knock on the door.

Pulling apart, I try to catch my breath, "You have to hide."

Standing up, I rush over to the door and crack it open. Seeing Eira, I smile, "Good morning, Eira."

"Good Morning, Lady Sol. Are you ok? I heard you left this morning, but it seems like your back."

"I'm perfect! Is there anything you need?"

"Yes, I must help you get ready for the day."

I get nervous, "I'm fine; I'm actually feeling a bit sleepy so, I think I'm just going to head back to bed."

She seems a bit worried, "Well, ok, but if you feel ill, don't hesitate to summon me so I can take you to the healers."

I nod before closing the door, leaning my head against the door; I sigh. Feeling a pair of arms wrap around me, I smile as Loki pulls me close.

Whispering in my ear, I could hear the mischief in his voice, "Would you like me to help you get ready?"

Feeling my cheek heat up, I can't help but giggle, "You can choose my outfit for the day while I bathe."

Pulling away from him, I hear his footsteps close by, "Why don't I help you with something else?"

"Loki~"

"Yes?"

Seeing him lean in, I place a kiss on his cheek, "I'll be out in a minute."

Closing the door behind me, I laugh a bit before drawing my bath. Humming a lullaby, I watch as the bathtub fills. Stepping in, I soak for a bit before washing up. Once out, I apply the oils on my skin and hair, detangling my curly hair; I smile at the outcome.

Wrapping a thick towel around me, I crack the door, "Loki, can you hand me my dress."

Hearing nothing, I peek out, calling his name softly, "Loki?"

Feeling someone pull me out, I find myself trapped between the wall and Loki. Feeling my heart skips a beat, I look into his memorizing eyes.

"Need some help slipping on your clothes?"

Seeing the lust swirling in his eyes, I place my hand on his chest. Playing along, I keep my towel up and slowly lean in.

Batting my eyes, I use my magic to grab the dress from my bed, "I think I can manage on my own."

Pushing him lightly, I rush into the bathroom in fits of laughter. Putting it on, I smile at the calming color and smooth fabric.

Stepping out, I smile as Loki stares at me with wonder. Standing in front of him I tilt my head, "Want some food?"

He yanks me forward, "I would much rather have you."

Feeling his hand wander on my waist, he places his lip on my neck. Melting from his touch, I feel myself slipping with desire. Before he could place his lips on mine, a knock on the door echoes once more.

"Lady Sol! Are you alright?"

Hearing Thor's voice, I hold back a laugh while Loki groans quietly. "Go hide~."

Standing, walking over, and peaking out of the door. "Hello, Thor."

He smiles down at me, "Lady Sol, Eira told me that you felt a bit sleepy. I got you some food since you skipped breakfast this morning."

Wanting to take the tray, Thor barges in; growing nervous, I silently hope Loki hid well. Watching as he places it on my vanity, he notices the box, "What's this?" Grabbing his arm, I softly push him towards the door. "Hasn't anyone ever told you to never put your nose in a woman's business?"

"Oh, I apologize, I didn't mean to-"

"Consider it water under the bridge; I'll see you later!"

Closing the door behind him, I look over to see Loki popping a berry in his mouth. Locking the door behind me, I walk over to him.

"Hopefully, no one else will come by."

Placing his hand on my hip, he hums softly, "Yes, I wish to not be interrupted a third time."

I raise my eyebrow, "And what exactly were they interrupting?"

He smiles devilishly, "I think you know good and well what they were interrupting."

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him place his lips on mine. Carrying me to my bed, he sets me down next to him. The rest of the evening consisted of us talking, reading, and his soft touches from time to time. As night fell, I urged him to stay, laying down next to me; he agrees leaving me to rest my head on his chest.

The next morning I return him to his cell and give my final farewells. Returning to the front of the castle I say my goodbyes to the King and Queen before Thor takes me back to the bridge. With my box in hand, I make up an excuse to Thor as he questioned why I was in my room all day. He seems to buy it.

Finally, in the golden dome, I see Heimdall standing at his post. Rushing over to him, I surprise him by giving him a hug. He's still at first but he returns it nonetheless. Tearing up, I pull away, "Thank you for letting my mother pass, for letting her send me to Earth."

He seems surprised by my words but smiles at me warmly, "Of course, Lady Sol, Asgard will always be your home, and you are always welcome here. Walking next to Thor, he looks taken aback by my words. "You're Asgardian?!"

Chuckling at his expression, Heimdall sends us back to earth. Landing on the balcony of the Avengers Tower, Thor doesn't silence his curiosity. "Why didn't you tell me? How long have you known!?"

I smile at him, holding the box close, "I'm only part Asgardian. I only found out yesterday, and only one person knows the full truth."

"And who else knows?"

Seeing the others coming our way, I look up at him and whisper, "Loki~."

Chapter 10 | Chapter 12

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