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mrs-moonchild · 47 minutes ago
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Long ago (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
A/n: I had so much fun to write this <3 I would love to make a second part, so please let me know if you wanna see one.
Warnings: none I think, but if you find something let me know 
Word count: 1600+
Two pairs of eyes were staring at you, they watched every single move you made. Analysing every action, trying to figure out, what you would do next.
"Would you guys stop it?", you asked annoyed and turned around to face the two men, that were sitting in the back of the car.
One guy, you believe Sam was his name, shurged while crossing his arms before his chest. "I don't know... If you would tell me who you are, trusting you would be a lot easier."
A sigh escaped your lips. "I don't own you or anyone a explaination.", was all you said before you turned back to watch Steve talking to some Shield agent.
"And yet you are here to help.", you rolled your eyes. "I am here because Steve needs my help, all of you idiots do."
Suddenly Sam went quiet, saying nothing anymore. "What? Did you get shy or something?" - "You are the one Steve talked about.", he then said.
Your blood froze in your veins. Did Steve tell him about it? Did he tell him what happend?
"What are you even talking about?", you pretend, that you didn't know what he was talking about. Maybe it would work.
Sam looked at you through the rear-view mirror. "The person he saved in the Hydra Base. The agent." - "You don't know anything about me, so you better shut up before I make you shut up."
You didn't like it when people tried to find out stuff from your past. Whoever tried would break their neck.
It were true, when you were working on the Winter Soldier case, Hydra had captured you and tried to find out stuff about Nick Fury.
Steve found you, nearly dead in an old Hydra Base. He rescued you. Saved your dear life.
So of course when he asked you for a favor, you agreed. You owned him big time and maybe you could get equal for helping now.
Ironically you were helping the Winter Soldier. James Buchanan Barnes. You didn't find much about the Winter Soldier back then, but at some point you could put a few pieces together.
Unfortunately you also had to the feeling, that you need to help Bucky as well. So in short, you were just trying to pay your debt.
Your gaze fell back on Steve, who was now kissing that Agent. You made a grimace, that was nothing you really wanted to see. You were not really into all this relationship stuff.
Since Sam stayed quiet, it looked like your words were working and he was avoiding a conflict.
Curiously your eyes flew to the other man. Bucky or how you used to call him, a pain in your freaking ass. He gave you many sleepless nights and now he was just sitting in the car, looking quite peacefully.
You shook your head as you notice Steve coming back to the car. He sat down in the driver seat and gave you a reassuring smile.
He was thankful for your support, that you had agreed to help him.
"Everything okay?", he asked with a worried look on his face. You nodded. "Of course, just trying not to fight against the bird guy.", you said, already prepared to hear Sam complain, but nothing happened.
Steve sighed while you shruged and looked outside the window. "You got yourself a girlfriend? Or was that just a goodbye kiss in case you die?", he blushed slightly, ignoring your questions.
"Hey, don't act like I am not here Rodgers, that hurt my feelings.", dramaticly you placed a hand in your chest, right were your heart was.
"Wait you have feelings?", Sam asked, which really made you even more annoyed. "Probably more than you will ever have."
You could hear Steve sigh. "Can you guys stop it please? We need to work together in this." - "Steve I won't ignore the fact, that you are the only reason I am here. If I got a problem with the bird guy, it won't affect this.", you said annoyed.
Apparently Steve liked to forget, that you were a professional and feelings didn't affect your work anymore.
They did long ago but you made sure that would stop before something bad happened. It was easier in the end of the day, the guilt was the only thing, that would never leave you.
"Remind me to never agree to something like that again.", you mumbeled, unfornately loud enough for Sam to hear. "You can go if you don't wanna be here."
Sam earned a warning look from Steve. "What? I don't trust her." Now it was enough. That guy were really getting on your nevers. "You don't trust me because I don't go and tell you every single detail about me? Because I don't wanna talk about the worst time in my life? Then fine, I can live with that."
It was quiet now, everyone in their thoughts, not wanting to make the mood any worse.
Your thoughts kept wandering to a certain person in the car. You had fight against him, he was the one who helped Hydra to catch you, but he was also the reason they didn't kill you that day.
First you were fighting against another Hydra Agent, they were ready to shoot at you but a mental arm came out of nowhere and pushed you to the ground.
"They need her alive."
Those were exactly the last words you heard before some strong arms picked you up and bought you to the Hydra Base.
You had heard his screams, those screams which made you cry out for help. Not help for you but for him.
He never knew who you were or how you wanted everything to end for him.
Then after all your researching, all your struggels to find out who he was and how he was the perfect killer, after all that you knew he was a broken soul. Just like you.
"Y/n?", Steve voice made you come back to reality and you looked at him questioning. "What?" - "We are there."
You nodded and got out of the car just like the others did.
A man was walking towards Steve while a woman was climbing out a Van. "Cap", the guy said, and if you were right, that man must he Clint Barton.
You let them their privacy and stayed back at the car, watching them though. Bucky stood next to you.
"You haven't changed since then.", he whispered, which caused you to look at him. "I can see you did."
His blue eyes narrowed you, trying to figure out whether you were still mad at him or if you had forgive him.
You turned back to the others as a man was climbing out of the back of the Van. He seemed really excited to be here, unless like you.
"Thanks... " - "You saved my ass and I save yours.", you said giving him a serious look. Even though you wished it was diffrent, Bucky had saved your life back then.
"We should get movin' ", Bucky now said loud enough for everyone to hear. Then a few seconds later, an annoucement in german was made.
That made clear that you were running out of time, so either this would be a day to kick asses or to get the ass kicked.
"Suit up.", you heard Steve say before he walked towards you. "Y/n, can I have a second?"
You looked at him suspiciously. "What is it Cap?" - "I need you to stay with Sam and Bucky when we fight.", you gave him a are-you-fucking-serious look.
"Why? I thought I would walk with you to help you fight Stark.", you said now annoyed at the sudden change of the plan. "That's the point, Natascha and Stark shouldn't know you are here."
Confused at his words, you frowend before you nodded. "Fine, whatever ya want cap." It wouldn't help to agrue with Steve, he wouldn't change his mind anyways.
After you had put on your suits, you were in a building with Bucky and Sam. Not really wanting to be there, but not really having a choice made it all suck even more.
But who were you to complain, you brought yourself into this mess. You knew what would happen when you agreed to help Steve.
You watched Cap walk out, meeting Tony and his friend? No clue who that guy was. More and more people came to join them. "Wow... Just like a big family reunion.", you mumbeled.
It was Sam, who shoot you an annoyed look before going back to his birdy stuff. Honestly you didn't think too much of his super-high-tech-whatever wings.
Bucky also looked at you, but not in an annoyed way, you couldn't quite identify what it was.
As fast as you could you looked away hoping to fight someone soon. Spending time with people wasn't really your thing. Not wanting to wait any longer, you looked back at Sam.
"Can you maybe hurry?", you asked before going back to observing the group of people outside. "Can you maybe be patient?"
You rolled your eyes. "I am never gonna work with you again Wilson.",you said and didn't expect his reaction. He smiled at you as he went to look at his screen. "Finally we agree on something."
He wasn't wrong, but you decided to ignore his comment. Instead you got out your knieves and carefully put them onto your belt.
"Knieves?", you could hear Buckys voice ask, which caused you to look up. "I learnt a few things about them while fighting the Winter Soldier.", a smirked appeared on your lips as you said those words.
He nodded, probably remembering all the times you two fought. You were the only person, that didn't made him regret who he was.
The only person the Winter Soldier had ever saved.
"Okay lovebirds, I found it.", Sam interpruted you, barely hiding his annoyance. "Well we should let Steve know. Tell him, I am gonna check the doors and make sure everything is clear.", you said, giving Bucky a small smile before walking away.
This sure would be a lot of fun.
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Candy Coated 4
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), oral, fingering, coercion, control, power play.
This is dark!Zemo x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: You’ve always felt like you’re running from behind to catch up, but after a chance encounter with an enigmatic man, your life gets ahead of you.
Note: Tomorrow is the finale for Birch!Loki and then if you guys are into it, I can post the first part of Birch!Sam? Or I don’t know. I have to finish some things that I have half done as well, including a Jensen one shot, the next chapter of this, and hopefully some long-awaited Secrets?
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
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You watched yourself in the floor length mirror. Your hands fumbled to tuck the top of the towel firmly under. You could feel the humidity seeping in from just a few feet behind the door. The large change room was vacant and lent to your sense of desolation.
Everything around you was so lush. You’d never been to a spa before and you couldn’t even guess at the price tag paid for your visit. You could hardly bask in it, not only because of the circumstance of the man who brought you there, but because you couldn’t help but languish in the mire of your roommates’ chagrin. 
It wasn’t about the rent, Mal insisted, it was that you were leaving so suddenly and without explanation. You did your best to convince her that it was for your internship, to get closer to the ministry, but the arrival of the movers hardly helped her believe you. Oliver said little as was his habit but his demeanour was less than passive. You promised you’d still see them but even that could not assuage them.
You carried it with you. The car ride, that day just you and the Baron in a glossy black sports car, was mostly silent as you kept from chewing your nails under the weight of the not so happy departure. Your overnight bag was in the backseat and the white lingerie was just beneath the zipper. Your escort hardly comforted you with his few careless and mostly lurid words.
You snapped back to the present, almost dizzy from how quickly that man turned your life upside down. You were here in the lap of luxury, in the shadow of his wife. You pressed your hands to the front of the towel, fingers spread wide, and exhaled. You cleared your throat and nodded at yourself in the mirror. You really did look pathetic, no wonder he scouted you out among the pack.
You took the robe from the hook and pulled it around you. You went to the door and peeked out into the hall. He was there, waiting, robe open without a care as only a short towel wrapped around his lower half. The rug of dark hair along his chest thinned out down his stomach and disappeared beneath the fluffy linen. He raised a brow and titled his head at you as you forced yourself out from behind the door.
“No need to be modest,” he intoned, “I’ve bought out the entire sauna. We will have our privacy.”
He held you his hand and you stared at it for just a second. You took it and let him guide you further down the mosaic tile to the large arched doors. Two attendants stood without and pulled them open as you neared. You stepped through into the steamy room and they quickly closed you in.
You mimicked him as he let you go and removed his robe to hang by the door. You did the same, squirming at the bareness of your shoulders and legs, quickly fixing your towel before it could slip away.
“I hope you are not so forgetful as me but I did not ask,” he purred as he led you along to a long curved bench, “did you bring it?”
It. You knew what he meant. You sat beside him as he leaned back on his hands and basked in the wet warmth. You couldn’t relax, you crossed your legs and arms and hunched forward as once more you sank into despairing thoughts. 
You shouldn’t be here as movers were in your apartment, disturbing your roommates. You shouldn’t be moving into a married man’s penthouse, you shouldn’t be working a position you hadn’t earned. 
You wiped your forehead shakily and winced as his hand stretched over the back of your towel.
“You’re so tense, you must let the steam do its work,” he rubbed you through the fabric, “you earned the break.”
“I earned none of it,” you murmured, “I don’t think--” you tried to stand and he caught your arm. You looked at him and tried not shy away from his dark eyes. His forehead wrinkled haughtily, “I will leave the ministry, you can take back all you’ve given me, and I will pay you back once I--”
“You’ve quit your job, as I told you to, you’ve left your meagre hospice, and you’ve come this far,” he said, “you are being so good, do you really want to ruin all that?”
You gulped and your face fell. You turned your chin down. He won so easily and even as you said those words, thought aloud desperately, you knew it was all a bunch of pretense. Why were you still holding out? 
He was right, you knew when you accepted his first gift that it was more than just a kind gesture. Your insecurity may have told you otherwise but you were an adult and you couldn’t hide behind naivete any longer.
“Sit back,” he nudged you until your back met the low stone edge and you held yourself up with stiff arms as you tried to relax, “just… breathe… close your eyes.”
You bit your tongue and slowly lowered your lashes. You quivered as he ran his knuckles along your bare arm and traced a line over your collar bone. His hot breath mingled with the steam and his lips followed his fingertips.
You gripped the bench and every muscle in your body was strung like a bow. His touch added to the flurry in your stomach and chest. He kissed and nipped your neck and you did nothing to stop him. You couldn’t tell if you were paralysed by fear or futility.
He tickled your thigh and you pushed your legs together. He tutted and poked his fingers into the tender flesh until you let your knees fall apart. He trailed up the inside of your leg and purred. He raised his head and grabbed your chin with his other hand. He held your chin and kissed you as he teased the little patch of hair beneath your towel.
“I can help you relax, dear,” he rasped and kissed you again.
He delved between your folds and sent a shiver through you as he grazed your clit. He swirled his fingers around your sensitive bud and you gasped into his mouth as his tongue poked past your lips. You grabbed his arm but didn’t push him away. 
Amidst the confusion of your body and mind, you wondered if maybe he would tire of you once it was over. Maybe if you let him get what he wanted, he would leave you alone. There was little logic in the hope but it made his trespass easier.
He slid his fingers along your cunt, lingering along your clit until you slickened against him. He hooked his leg over yours and forced your knees wider. His other arm wrapped around you and held your head as he kissed you deeper and prodded along your entrance. You tried to pull back but he kept you against him and pushed inside with two fingers.
You squeezed his arm tighter and groaned into his mouth. He pressed his thumb to your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you. You trembled as your flesh both crawled and sang at his touch.
He released your head, his arm still snaked around you and buried his face in your shoulder as his hot breath brushed along your skin. Your towel came undone and bared you entirely. He hummed and dipped his head lower as he forced you to lean back until you were parallel with the bench. You reached up to hold yourself up against the next stone seat.
You laid in a painful limbo over the bench, legs arched against the stone as he bent to take your nipple in his mouth, his hand moving faster with each ragged pant from your chest. Your thighs squeezed his hand and the blood rushed to your head and pulsed as you sensed your climax closing in.
You cried out, muffling it with your palm as you contorted on the stone and he nuzzled between your tits as he urged you through your orgasm. You bit down on the heel of your hand as the ripples faded out and left you breathless and buzzing.
He sat up and pulled you against him, his arm at your waist, and he shifted on the bench. He grinned at you with smoky eyes and dropped his arm. He pushed your numb legs together and brought your towel back up over your chest and knotted it firmly in the middle. He sighed and his damp fingers danced along your neck.
“Now I think I might have some trouble relaxing,” he remarked and sat straight, leaning back once more with his legs out casually, his towel tented indecently, “but I will try.”
🍬
You were in a daze when you returned to the room. The immense suite was on ground level and opened up to a private pool and serene landscape beyond. Everything was pristine white and polished marble. It was finer than any place you’d ever been and reminded you again of your debt to this man. Still your mind was too fuzzy to feel terribly.
You laid face down as the hired masseuse kneaded at your muscles, Zemo on the table next to you. As nice as it felt, not all kinks could be smoothed out. When at last your series of masks, massages, and wraps were finished, you felt entirely unlike yourself. You felt as if this man was molding you to fit his needs. You knew he was.
You sat in your robe after the last of the staff left, a glass of sparkling wine in your hand. The bubbles made you hiccup and you quickly gave up on trying to finish it as Zemo nursed a glass of dark liquor and peered out through the open sliding doors. The sky dimmed slowly beyond and cast an azure tint over the pool.
“Well, dear,” he turned and sat in one of the armchairs, “I think I have waited long enough.”
You twined your fingers through each other and sat up. The corners of his lips curved and his lashes flicked as he looked you up and down.
“I want to see it,” he said, “it did look so nice in the picture.”
You smiled sheepishly, or maybe it was grimace, and stood. You went to the dresser where the staff had unpacked your bag. That was embarrassing but you figure there was little disillusion left between you and the baron.
You took the baby doll and without looking back, you scurried into the bathroom and locked yourself in. That was it. Once you put this thing on and walked through the door, it was done. You were going to fuck a married man for an internship and money. Your whole future would be owed to him.
You avoided your reflection as you took off the robe and pulled on the skimpy panties and lacy baby doll. You knew you looked ridiculous. You deleted the picture off your side of the chat right after sending because of that. You turned to the door and staggered back.
You sat on the lid of the toilet and gripped the edge of the sink. You couldn’t help but let the fit overwhelm you as your breathing picked up. You bent over and rocked as you tried to focus. You looked around, name five blue things. Well, everything was fucking white!
You counted the tiles instead and eventually calmed enough to stand up again. You shook out the nerves as best you could and crossed to the door. You pulled it open and found the baron exactly as you left him. He drained the last of his drink and looked over at you with delight.
“Ah, even better in person,” he stood and you stopped just outside the bathroom as he neared, “come on, let me see all of it.”
He twirled his finger in the air and you turned. He dragged his hand over your ass and you squeaked in surprise. He quickly pushed his arms around you and pulled you back against him. You felt his arousal as he cupped your tits through the fabric and squeezed.
“You’re so sexy, baby girl,” he swayed you against him, “you like it when I call you baby girl?”
You wanted to rip his hands away and run but you didn’t. You closed your eyes and wetted your dry lips. “Yes,” you lied.
“Mmm,” he rocked his hips, “I could fuck you just like this.”
You went rigid as he pulled down the cups of the lingerie and teased your nipples with his thumbs. He nuzzled the back of your head as he rocked you with him. He slid the fabric back up over your chest and his hands glided down your stomach and to your hips.
“Tell me you want me, baby girl,” he purred, “tell me you want my dick.”
Your eyes opened suddenly and you nearly choked as he gripped your hips. He prodded you impatiently with his erection and you shuddered.
“I want…” you croaked and caught your breath, “I want your dick…”
“My lord,” he added, “you may call me ‘my lord’ when I fuck you.”
“I want you dick, my lord,” you repeated the antiquated title, the words demeaning in themselves, reminding you of how low you truly were.
“Go,” he turned you with him and nudge you towards the bed, “up on there.”
He pointed you ahead of him and you went to the bed. You climbed up on the mattress as he followed. You heard the swish of fabric and looked back to find him entirely naked, his robe disposed on the floor. You quickly averted your eyes as his cock bobbed before him as he came closer.
“Turn, all the way,” he said, “stay on your knees.”
You did as he said and when he was at the foot of the bed, he took your hands and placed them flat on the mattress. He drew away and stroked his length as he angled it at your face. He stepped up and ran his tip along your lips.
You gulped and forced your mouth open. He slid past your lips and across your tongue. He poked at the back of your throat and moaned as you struggled to take him deeper. He eased back and tried again, tilting his hips until he could glide in further.
You gagged and he pushed until your lips met his skin. He bent over you and felt along your back, groping your ass as he thrust his hips carefully. Your through tightened around him as you tried not to choke and his hands rested on your waist as he moved your body against him. 
The sloppy noises filled the room and stoked the flame of both humiliation and delight. He stood back and reached under your arms to once more play with your tits, as his other hand stretched over your throat and he felt himself moving beneath.
“Oh, baby girl, I knew you could be good for me,” he snarled, “just like that.”
Your jaw ached as he used your mouth. You grasped at his thigh and slapped as he sped up. You weren’t sure you could handle much more. You were out of breath, your head spinning, and you felt another fit rising.
Suddenly, he pulled out and hissed as he wrapped his fingers around his cock. He gritted his teeth as you spit hung off his tip and he chuckled. 
“That was close,” he said, “too good, baby girl.”
You looked up at him and wiped your mouth. He inhaled deeply as his eyes roved over you.
“Lay back,” he said, “it’s your turn… you know I can be generous, baby girl.”
You pushed yourself back on your heels and pulled your legs out from beneath you and laid back. He climbed onto the mattress and grabbed your ankles as he parted your legs and settled between them. He planted his hands beside your thighs and bent over you. He pressed his nose to the thin crotch of your panties.
He moved so that you felt his hot breath through the fabric and moved his mouth against it. He didn’t bother moving them aside as he kept on. Soon enough, you felt your peak nearing and pushed your pelvis into him as you came through your panties.
“So delicate,” he sat up and rubbed your wet panties with his hand, “so responsive.”
You shakily touched your cheeks as you peered up at him. He snapped his fingers and curled his index as he directed you wordlessly.
You sat up with a weak “my lord” on your swollen lips and he sat back as he drew you over his lap. He directed you down until you felt his tip against your panties and he reached between you to tug aside the fabric. He angled his cock past your entrance and you moaned through your teeth. He sank into you as you gripped his shoulders tightly.
Your walls were snug around his cock as he pushed his face between your tits. He kept a hand on your hip, the other hooked over your shoulder as he moved you against him. He rocked his pelvis in time with your body and your hands slipped over his shoulders. You hugged his head as he nipped and sucked at your nipples.
You closed your eyes as the last of your doubt slaked away and you descended into the sheer pleasure of the moment. He filled you so completely that every move sent a ripple through you. Your clit brushed against his pelvis firmly and added to the pressure in your core.
You clung to him tighter as suddenly you were jolted and he flipped you easily onto the mattress. He stayed inside of you as he pinned you beneath him and gripped the side of your head as he pressed his cheek to yours. He panted down your neck as he fucked you into the mattress and you felt as if you would implode.
“Do you want to cum, baby girl?” he asked.
“Wha--”
“Ask nicely and you can cum,” he growled.
“Can I cum… my lord?” you breathed.
“Manners,” he warned.
“Please, can I cum, my lord?” you asked again and groaned.
He thrust harder and faster and whispered against your temple, “cum”. You cried out and writhed against him, clawing at his back as you came. He grunted and lifted his head as he spread his hand over your chest and jerked roughly. Each dip moved you higher up the mattress until your crown hit the headboard.
He bared his teeth as he pulled out of you quickly and pushed open the front of the baby doll top. He stroked himself onto your stomach as his voice fizzled into the air and his hot cum spurted over your skin. He quaked as he finished and dropped his hand from his dick. He huffed and bit his lip as he admired the mess he’d made.
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mandaloooooorian · 2 hours ago
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Like an Animal - Bucky x Reader (3/8)
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Summary: Reader is an enhanced Omega kidnapped by Hydra and trapped in a cell with Alpha Bucky Barnes. Tags: A/B/O, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Warnings: Rated M, Kidnapping, Mentions of non-con (nothing actually happens), self-hatred  A/N: The rest of the team makes an appearance! Whoo!
Steve burst through the door first, using the force of his shield to break through the external locks Bucky had been unable to reach. As soon as the scent of their combined heat and rut hit him, Steve threw his best friend a wide-eyed look. From where he knelt on the floor next to the Omega, Bucky shook his head, feeling a fresh wave of shame wash over him. His release minutes ago had taken the edge off of his rut enough that he was thinking semi-clearly again, realizing what he had done.
He had violated her. He didn’t stop. He was the most worthless kind of Alpha— not a protecter, like Steve, but a taker, like Hydra had trained him to be.
“Who is she?” Steve asked, taking slow, careful steps towards them. Bucky had to grip hard into his thigh with his metal hand to stop himself from grabbing her protectively, shielding her from the nonexistent threat of the other Alpha, the way his instincts were screaming at him to.
Y/N was still shaking and crying, curled up on top of his clothes and holding her legs tightly to her chest to protect herself.
“Dunno. She’s enhanced. Sympathy heat. Get her to safety. Please,” he said lowly. Steve nodded, giving Bucky another searching look. “They gave me something. Rut. I— I don’t know. I’ll be fine.” He shook his head as he stood up, trying to clear it again of the rising fog of arousal.
“Are we fighting our way out?” At least that way, he’d be an asset. Even a normal Alpha in rut possessed enhanced strength and endurance, not to mention a super-soldier.
Steve shook his head. “Tony and Nat practically cleared this place out already. You know we’re in Paraguay, right?”
Bucky shook his head in disbelief.
“I know. Took us way too long to find you. Scared everyone,” Steve said. “Once we touched down, a few Hydra squads fled the base right away. Probably whoever was in charge of…” —he motioned at Bucky’s body to indicate his artificial rut— “….this. Sam’s tailing them now.”
Bucky watched as Steve gently kneeled down next to Y/N. Her eyes were glassy and out of focus. She strained her neck to bare her throat submissively to the new Alpha looming over her, turning her face into Bucky’s ruined clothes. He swallowed hard, feeling sick to his stomach at her display of fearful vulnerability.
The reminder of the spend he’d eked out against her will was still wet against his body. He was a fucking monster.
Steve gently scooped Y/N up into his arms. She protested weakly, still crying as she pushed on his arms with her bound wrists, murmuring unintelligibly and whimpering in either fear or pain. Bucky grimaced as Steve tucked her face into his neck, offering his scent gland to comfort her in the intimate way Bucky had just a few hours ago. He watched as she snuffled into his neck and the rigid lines of her body began to relax minutely. “Alpha,” she whined. He had to stop himself from tearing her from Steve’s arms— though he knew if anyone deserved the trust of a defenseless Omega, it was his best friend. Bucky had proven himself unworthy ten times over here in this cell. His self-hatred rose like bile in his throat, competing with the heat of rut still burning through his veins.
“Bucky okay in here?” Nat slipped soundlessly through the cell door, brushing her hair out of her dirt-smudged face. She was a little breathless, but looked otherwise unharmed. “Upstairs is clear, but we need to get moving before—“ She cut off when she saw Y/N curled in Steve’s arms. “Holy shit,” she breathed.
Steve had already started moving out of the cell, stopping when he realized that Nat recognized Hydra’s other prisoner. “So she’s not a Jane Doe?”
“Her name is Y/N,” Bucky interjected. My Omega.
“Not a Jane Doe,” Nat said. “I’ll explain on the quinjet.”
Nat navigated them quickly and expertly through the evacuated base. There were some limp bodies strewn around as they made their way up nearly a dozen flights of stairs, Nat’s swift and nearly bloodless execution style apparent in the pattern of dead. The closer they got to the exit, the antsier Bucky felt, his skin starting to crawl again with rut. He knew he was moments away from dipping back into mindless lust— especially without his, no, the Omega in his arms— but he couldn’t speed up ahead for risk of leaving her behind. The urge to stay protectively by her side was too strong, though he knew she was more than safe in Steve’s arms. She had quietly dozed off in Steve’s arms.
“Almost there,” Nat murmured, nodding her head at a set of busted steel doors at the end of a long hallway. Bucky knew she could smell his desperation, clamping a hand down on his flesh arm to ground him. “I have emergency suppressants,” she told him reassuringly.
As they burst through the doors and out into the humid air, Bucky let out a sigh of relief he didn’t realize he’d been holding. Sam was standing, wings folded, on the quinjet’s loading hatch as they approached at a quick jog. “Couldn’t stay on their tail,” he updated Steve, who shook his head. “Glad you didn’t die,” Sam said teasingly to Bucky, but Bucky didn’t have the stomach for their usual banter. He gave a grim nod, to which the Beta male raised his eyebrows.
Once they were all on board, Tony raised the loading hatch and lifted the quinjet off the ground with a lurch, activating the cloaking panels so their jet disappeared into the sky. Bucky slipped into a gear room in the back to quickly shuck out of his ruined clothes, forcing himself to toss them in the incinerator even though he ached to press his face into his shirt and breathe in Y/N’s lingering scent. She hadn’t consented. She couldn’t have. He slammed his right fist into the wall, forcing himself to feel the pain in his knuckles.
Nat knocked on the door before opening it a crack, offering four white tablets in her palm.
“Thanks,” Bucky murmured, swallowing the emergency blockers dry.
“Give yourself ten minutes for them to kick in, then we should debrief,” she murmured. Bucky nodded. Once he was dosed up with blockers and finished the debrief, he could lock himself back in here, as far away from Y/N as possible— even though his Alpha was screaming at him to break down the door and pull her back into his arms. The last thing she needed was to see his face if she woke up mid-flight. The sound of her terrified sobs still rang in his ears.
It took more than ten minutes for the blockers to work and for Bucky to start feeling normal again. His temperature had gone down, but he kept his outer layers off, quietly emerging from the gear room in a short sleeve shirt. Tony was manning the controls with bags under his eyes. Nat was sitting with her legs thrown over Sam’s lap, the both of them peering intently at her tablet as she scrolled through files. Steve had buckled himself into one of the co-pilot seats with Y/N on his lap, his hand cupping the back of her neck to keep her face pressed near his neck. She still looked feverish and weak, sweat forming a sheen across her exposed skin, but she was out cold. Bucky’s eyes traced the curves of her face, drinking in the sight of her and her sweet, minty scent.
Steve’s earnest blue eyes connected with Bucky’s as soon as he registered his best friend entering the main room. He must have caught the scent of Bucky’s dueling protective and guilty emotions because Steve gave him a reassuring nod. “She’s doing fine, Buck. Hasn’t made a peep. But she’s… cold,” he said.
“She has some kind of ability. Said she could freeze things,” Bucky explained.
“What the hell happened back there?” Sam interrupted. “No offense, Buck, but you still reek— even more than usual.”
“They dosed me with something,” he growled. “I didn’t even realize until they brought her in. I—“ he cut himself off. He wasn’t going to tell the whole team how he’d forced himself on her. They’d probably throw him off the quinjet, like he wanted to do to himself. He was just grateful Steve had arrived when he did, or there’s no telling what he could have been capable of. And to think she had trusted him enough to offer him her gland to scent….
Bucky squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back the voice in his head reminding him of all the reasons he didn’t deserve that trust. “I think they wanted us— me— to…” he trailed off. Tony turned around to face the group with a grim expression, and Sam’s eyes widened as he realized Bucky’s meaning.
“Wait,” Steve interjected. “Nat— you recognized her.”
“I know her, yes,” Nat sighed, pursing her lips, before setting her tablet down in Sam’s lap and swinging her legs over the edge of the seat to face the group. “A year or so ago— after the Blip— Wanda, Fury and I started looking for more… enhanced individuals. The last thing we need are more people out there like Pietro and Wanda being… experimented on, when we could so easily bring them to safety and a… purpose.”
“Well, who is she?” Sam pressed. Bucky could tell Sam had been fighting his overprotective Beta instincts back ever since Steve had carried her on board. His normally neutral scent— like citrus and saltwater— had flared up in his agitation.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” Nat answered. “Fury discovered her after we found a whole gang of street criminals frozen solid in Brooklyn. Her parents were scientists working for S.H.I.E.L.D., pre-Hydra. She likely got her abilities when she was a teenager when one of their lab experiments went wrong. Both her and her parents were assumed D.O.A., but she was actually underground for the past 10 years. I found her not too long ago and warned her of the risks, told her we could protect her. She seemed very… disillusioned by the Avengers. Gave me the slip, too— Not many people can do that. I haven’t seen her since.”
“Sounds like she’s been through a lot,” Steve said softly. Y/N snuffled softly in her sleep, and Steve rubbed her back soothingly. Bucky clenched his jaw so hard it felt like his teeth were going to crack. “Probably figured if S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn’t protect her and her parents, how could we? Tony, any idea how to get these restraints off her?”
“Looks like some kind of Terrigen Crystal manipulator, common scrambling device for enhanced individuals,” Tony replied. “We can deactivate them back home, but I’d keep them on until she wakes up. We don’t know how powerful she is.”
Rage rose hot and sharp in Bucky’s chest, surprising him. “She’s not dangerous,” he growled. “She’s just—“
Tony cleared his throat. “Just an Omega?” he scoffed. “Yeah. So is Wanda. And Banner.”
“I was going to say she’s just been kidnapped,” Bucky growled, hackles raised. “If I woke up surrounded by a strange pack, I’d use my strengths too.” Steve and Tony both quirked an eyebrow, their Alpha instincts completely under control. Bucky knew he was acting like a deranged knothead, but he couldn’t help it. Never in his life had he felt a pull to an Omega this strongly. All he wanted was to curl her into his arms, where she belonged, return his face to the scent gland on her neck and use his heat to warm her cool skin. But he wouldn’t. And he shouldn’t. He didn’t deserve it. He spun on his heel, returning to the gear room, which he bolted shut behind him, sliding down with his back to the floor to ride out the rest of the journey home— as far away from her scent as he could get.
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The first thing I felt when I woke up this time wasn’t the pain in my wrists— though that was still there, burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. No, the first thing I felt was a comfortable bed beneath my back, and the scratchy soft material of a hospital gown across my chest.
My fractured memories came back in a rush. Heat, burning heat. My Alpha’s soothing cedar scent above me, his gentle kisses against my gland, the mind-numbing euphoria of his purrs filling my chest. The scent of his spend driving me wild with need. The ache in my core, growing unbearable as he inexplicably drew away from me. The desperation racking my body with sobs, my scent sharp with the anxiety of heat abandonment. The sound of steel shattering, the smell of another Alpha warm, strong and safe like sunshine and old books. The comfort of being held against a broad chest warring with the fear and wrongness of my Alpha getting left behind. Fighting against the mindless Omega space that threatened to pull me under. Leaving the cell, my body jostling as I was carried up stairs, the humid outdoor air hitting my flushed skin. The sound of jet turbines, the leather edge of a seat buckle. Beta scents: Citrus and saltwater; Roses and rainwater. A bonded Alpha— Motor oil and whiskey. Fear for my Alpha. Where was my Alpha? A soothing hand dragging up and down my back. Darkness.
I jolted back to the present all at once, opening my eyes to take in the plain white hospital room and hear the sound of the heart monitor next to me pick up as I began to panic again. Who had brought me here? Where was Bucky? Was he alive? Were we safe? I couldn’t scent anything over the powerful antiseptic smell of the hospital, sending my thoughts spiraling further.
Who had changed my clothes? The dirt underneath my fingernails had been scrubbed clean. The symptoms of my sympathy heat were gone, though the heat itself had jumbled my memories. Someone had plaited my hair in a french braid behind my head.
I sat up, groaning as the familiar post-heat aches and pains protested throughout my muscles. Before I could swing my legs over the side of the bed, the handle to the only door out of the room turned and a red-haired woman stepped in. She had large, soulful eyes and beautiful features, and as her cinnamon-sweet bonded Omega scent drifted towards me, I immediately felt myself relax. “Y/N?” the woman said gently. Her voice carried an Eastern European lilt to it. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place where I knew her.
“Where am I?” My voice was surprisingly raspy, and I coughed to clear my throat. How long had I been out? I swung my legs over the side of the bed, hissing as my feet hit the cold tile floor. Wanda joined me on the edge of the bed, putting a few feet of distance between us.
“You’re in a safe place— the Avengers compound in New York. My name is Wanda,” she said soothingly, leaning into her dulcet Omega voice. Holy shit, the Scarlet Witch.
“I know you,” I gasped. Her lips quirked up on the sides in an amused smirk. “I mean— From TV,” I corrected, shaking my head. “Where’s Bucky?”
She looked surprised I asked, quirking her head to the side. “Nowhere near us. You’re safe here,”  she answered slowly.
What a weird response. Why wouldn’t I be safe?
“I mean, I figured it was safe… I’m in one of the most heavily fortified buildings in the world. But can I… see him?” I felt shy, suddenly, for asking. I barely knew him. But we’d made it through something terrible together, and I felt… connected to him. Maybe he didn’t want to see me at all. Maybe he has another Omega.
“Maybe… later,” she said, then reached out to place a hand on the wrist restraints. “Sorry to leave these on you. I know the pain they cause. We didn’t know how you’d react when you woke up in a strange place, especially post-heat. Do you feel comfortable having an Alpha come in here to remove them? I will stay here with you. And he’s bonded.”
I nodded mutely. She was treating me like I was a delicate flower, like any minute I would wilt and snap. It’s not like I hadn’t been alone in a room with an Alpha before. But then again, the last time I had been, we’d almost bonded in a frenzied, drug-induced haze. Alpha, my Omega sighed, suddenly reminded of the heat, the arousal, his scent, what we’d almost done. Find Alpha.
I’d never felt a pull to an Alpha like this before. Ever. Usually, they smelled too strong, filled up too much space, made me feel small and weak despite my inner certainty that I was anything but. Away from him, now, I felt… adrift.
Wanda crossed the room to rummage through a clinical looking chest of drawers, pulling out a sweatshirt and soft pants. “Once Tony gets you out of these restraints, you can have a shower and get into something cozy,” she offered.
“Stark?” I choked.  They were really gearing up to introduce me to all of the freaking Avengers.
“That would be me, Y/N,” said the Alpha, easing the door to the room open with a quick rap of his knuckles on the frame. It was jarring to see Iron Man clad in jeans and a baseball tee. I’d only ever seen him buttoned up in a suit and tie on TV press conferences, or hidden behind black shades in tabloid images. His scent was strangely familiar, too— harsh and spicy, like motor oil, mixed with what I could only assume was his Omega’s gentle strawberry smell. “But you can call me Tony.”
“Tony,” I said, starstruck. My father, and by extension— me— had idolized him growing up. Now, he was carrying a sleek black and gold device that he waved in front of me.
“We’re using a little handheld vita ray action here to deactivate your restraints,” Tony explained. “Just hold tight for a second.”
I held out my wrists to him, away from my lap, and he activated the vita rays, sending what looked like a blue laser beam to cut straight through the middle of the metal. The restraints creaked and groaned as they released, cracking in half. Before they could hit the floor, a swirling orb of red energy appeared beneath them, lifting them gently into the air to rest on the bed next to me. I looked up to see Wanda’s eyes and hands glowing softly in the same color. Sick.
“Thanks,” I breathed, rubbing my wrists, the relief imminent. The pain no longer seared through my forearms, and I could feel the familiar burst of energy from my chest down to the tips of my fingers. Just to test, I held my hand out in front of me, seeking out a few molecules of water in the dry, filtered hospital air and freezing them instantaneously, falling like bits of hail into my palm.
“That’s a cool party trick,” Tony said. I closed my palm, feeling the ice melt against my skin. How embarrassing. “We’ve always needed someone to help make sure our groceries stay at the right temperature.”
I scoffed. Knothead. “I was just kidnapped by Hydra, endured a sympathy heat unprepared and had my abilities stunted by a magical pair of handcuffs. You can scrutinize me again after I get nine hours and a decent cup of coffee.”
Tony barked out a surprised laugh, turning around to leave the room. “I like this one,” he said to Wanda, before disappearing out the door, what remained of my restraints clutched in his hand.
Wanda rolled her eyes at his back, then turned to face me with her hands on her hips. “Well Y/N, if you’re up for it— let me show you to your room.”
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russobarnes · 7 hours ago
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You Found Me (Part Ten) Billy Russo x Reader
A/N: This is it, everyone. The ending of You Found Me. Thank you for reading, and enjoy. PLEASE pay close attention to the authors note at the END of the chapter.
*This fic has some canonically correct aspects but will mostly refrain from the original story line*
Prompt: You and Billy had nothing in common: he grew up in the foster care system, while you had a loving family, when suddenly both of your lives flipped the other way around. He became a CEO of his own company and you fell into a repetitive drug addiction after losing everyone you had left. When the two of you are introduced, is Billy strong enough to pull you up from the hole or will you drag him down with you?
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: abuse, violence, blood, graphic descriptions of violence, overall this is a rough chapter so be careful if you’re not in the best state of mind. 
*the word ‘fag’ is used in this fic as a reference to a cigarette (often used in colloquial British English). This word is NEVER used to refer to someone who is homosexual*
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Everything seemed to happen faster than your brain could render. Within seconds of grabbing you, William Rawlins had bound your mouth, gagging you until you couldn’t breathe through your mouth. And although Billy was strong, he had nothing to protect you from the gun now pointed directly at your skull, beads of sweat dripping down your temples. You knew better than to try and fight your father, and the loaded gun only increased your chances of fatality. If this was really the end for you, at least you had gotten the chance to make your vows, give yourself to the only man who swore to protect you. You thought it was something you could live—well, die with…but when did you begin giving into your fathers schemes?
Killing you himself was never your fathers idea, he always planned on making Billy do it for him. “You’re going to take the shot, Billy,” Rawlins had told him, motioning to the gun in his hand, “You’re going to end this so we can move on, together.” You stared at Billy, refusing to show any weakness, only giving him a slight nod. You hoped you’d be able to distract your father just long enough to get the gun away from your head, maybe even enough to slip through the rope binding your hands together. The chances were slim, but just maybe…
Billy promised he’d take care of things—make sure you had all you’d ever need in life. You knew he wasn’t one to break a promise, but sometimes how precautious he was made your skin itch from beneath the surface. “Bank accounts under your name, not connected to me whatsoever,” he’d remind you, “You’ll always have something to keep you safe if—”
“If something happens, I know.” He could feel the tension between your bodies, filling the air until it was ready to combust. “But you’re not going anywhere, so it’s unnecessary.”
“The key to the safe is in the record. Loaded guns behind the shelf.” I know. He’d put them there after the wedding, tucking it near the vinyl you danced to, swaying across his living room. The roaring voice of Elvis covering the sound of your heavy, drunken breathing. All of this preparation seemed so useless, until today. Now your eyes were fixated on the vinyl as it rested against his record player, praying he would follow through on his promise and protect you—tell you everything was going to be okay. But when did it ever go as planned?
You rubbed your palm lightly, drenching your hand in the sweat that pooled onto your skin, trying to loosen the tie just enough to slip one hand free. You met Billy’s eyes and slid your vision down to your hand, giving him a small point in the direction of the record player. You were smooth, concise, but what if Rawlins noticed? William tightened his grip on your arm, the other hand stretching as he held the pistol to your temple. Billy seemed to have caught on to your idea, but he didn’t move an inch.
“Put the gun down and we can talk about our options,” he finally offered, his hands still resting lightly in the air, surrendering to Rawlins threat. Your father didn’t seem convinced. “Put. The gun. Down.” Using the sweat forming on your skin, you slid one hand free from the rope, but were careful to stay still. You squeezed your eyes shut and waited for the click of the gun, for the pounding pain ringing through your skull—but none came. Instead, the weight of the metal was released from your skin, you couldn’t prevent the overwhelming breaths that poured out through your nose as you relaxed.
“Does she know what you did?” Rawlins asked, now pointing the gun to Billy, who was slowly inching his way back towards the record player. Your father knelt down beside you, “Your…loving husband asked me to put a hit on that old boyfriend of yours. Lucas? Together we put six bullets in that man and his pal. Billy loved the adrenaline it gave him, didn’t you, Billy?” Your eyes shot back to Billy, wider than you thought they could ever go.
“I have to go to work, there was some weird incident last night. Two men were killed outside of Jo’s.” You nodded, wasn’t the first time shit like that happened in New York. “Looks like a hit, but no suspects have been identified.”
“Billy watched as poor Lucas bled to death, choking on his own blood. After all… it made him closer to you.” You shook your head, Billy wouldn’t do that. “Tell her what you said to Lucas. Tell her, Billy.”
Billy had never stood so still, looking directly into your tear-filled eyes. Billy wasn’t a murderer. “I told him you were mine.” Your father burst into laughter, making you flinch uncontrollably. He was truly terrifying, but what he was telling you must have been true; You could see the guilt on Billy’s face as he watched you. You leaned forward as you sobbed, crying not only for the man you had once called your best friend, now dead and wasting away, but for the man you had given your life to and how easily he had hidden this dark part of himself. “Unbound her, William.”
Your father shook his head, “You think she’ll ever forgive you for something like that? Killing two civilians—killing the only person that really loved her? If you knew my daughter, Billy, you know she holds a grudge like no one else.” He was still laughing, the gun shaking in his hand as he tried to collect himself. “If you want to keep what you’ve worked so hard for, you’ll take the shot before it’s too late.”
Billy stepped backward again, shaking his head as the back of his calf made contact with the record player. He was only inches away from the gun, he couldn’t wait to release the trigger on William Rawlins and end this once and for all. You shook your head toward Billy—you could see how eager he was for revenge, but killing your father would only make things worse for both of you. You twisted your arm upward, pushing the gun from Rawlins hand, knocking it across the floor. He stared at you in disbelief before lunging and grabbing your neck, pressing down firmly. Billy had bent down and grabbed the hidden pistol, aiming it at your father.
You could feel your face turning red, circulation being cut off. Before this moment, all you ever wanted was for this man to feel the wrath he had disposed upon you, but not anymore. Now you couldn’t bear watching him die before you—and you couldn’t watch the horror of Billy releasing the trigger, proving your father right.
“Daddy, stop!” you squealed as you ran down the hallway, twisting and turning as you tried to avoid his strong grip, but before you knew it, he had grabbed you by the stomach and thrown you over his shoulders, making you laugh uncontrollably. “Don’t tickle me!”
“Oh, but sweetheart, I must tickle you, that’s the whole point of chasing the birthday girl! Before you know it, you’ll be so big I can’t carry you anymore!” Rawlins roared with laughter as he picked up his hand, stretching his fingers before shoving them into your stomach, scratching them relentlessly as you laughed, begging for him to stop between your ragged breaths.
“Daddy, stop, I can’t breathe! Daddy—”
A man in a white coat stepped out into the hall, and all efforts at keeping the birthday-girl in high spirits was abandoned. Rawlins slid you off of his shoulder and planted your feet onto the tile. You quickly caught your breath and stared up at your father, his expression mournful. He took quick, long strides closer to the doctor, speaking quietly to each other. Most of the words meant nothing to your childish mind. “Malignancy…metastatic…” But even as a child, who was just spinning around in her pleated pink dress, you knew these words couldn’t mean anything good, and they certainly didn’t.
You remembered how tightly he held you, how freely the tears came nearly every night following that day. He’d given up everything to be with you as much as he could, drowning out the rest of the world. Even after all of the abuse, you couldn’t bear losing the only parent you had left, who you knew, deep down, buried beneath the trauma he had endured, still loved you.
Billy fired a warning shot into Rawlins leg, who then abruptly let you go to protect himself. You fell backward as you coughed, trying to recatch your breath. With the ropes still bound around one hand, you pulled down the gag as you gasped in pain. The sides of your neck were already bruising, your throat swelling.
You crawled back on your knees, “Billy stop—” Billy stepped closer, almost like the adrenaline was a heroin high for him. The man you spent your nights with was long gone, replaced by a monster. A man thirsty for blood and revenge, where had your Billy gone? “Billy you don’t have kill him!” you tried to plead with him.
“There’s the Russo I know,” Rawlins coughed, regaining his balance after the blow to his leg. “Hungry for more, are we?” You forced yourself to stand on shaky legs, stepping in front of Billy, separating the two men.
“Get out of my way,” he told you, pulling the gun back, pointing it again at William. Billy’s vision had gone red, he wasn’t himself. He swallowed hard, he wasn’t going to stop until you were free. You’d lived his entire life in captivity because of this man—he wasn’t going to stand for that any longer. “Let me finish this.”
“You’re not like him Billy, you’re not a murderer. Don’t do this.”
He stared at you as his hand began to lower, his head slowly nodding as he looked into your perfect eyes, the eyes of his wife. Just when you thought you were reaching him, Rawlins jumped forward. Billy’s hand shot back up, and you heard a release. The smell of gunpowder filling your nostrils. You didn’t have time to look back up at Billy before everything went black.
“Yeah, well maybe it’s for the best. You don’t need anybody holding you back.”
“Neither do you, Billy.”
“Was that so hard?” he heard Rawlins say, his eyes shooting left and right as he stared at the disaster unfolding beneath him. He’d missed the target, and you’d been caught in the crossfire. “I always knew you had it in you, Russo.” Billy’s lips separated as he watched the blood pooling from the side of your head. He’d shot you. Collapsing onto his knees, the blood began soaking into his clothes as he dragged you closer to him. Billy couldn’t echo more than a sob as he pulled you near. He couldn’t feel your heart, he couldn’t feel your presence like when you slept peacefully beside him at night.
“Leave her.”
Billy’s blood soaked hand clenched into a fist, forcing himself to form some sort of words. “You had to make this about her.” He was nearly growling in anger, heat rising in his chest. The red began to appear again, much darker than he had seen before. Billy lunged onto his feet, grabbing Rawlins by his jacket and shoving him into the kitchen wall. “YOU HAD TO MAKE THIS ABOUT HER!” He screamed, throwing his fist into Rawlins face, over and over again.
William leaned back and outstretched his arm, feeling around the counter for anything he could use to defend himself. He felt the knife block behind him and pulled out the thickest blade, swinging it forward. Rawlins had scraped it against Billy’s forearms, leaving two large gashes on each arm. In a moment of weakness, he’d caught Billy, dragging the knife against his cheek, digging it deeper and through the skin of his cheek. “What did I tell you about distractions, Billy? Did you learn your lesson?”
The blade dug into Billy’s skin as he screamed, grabbing at Rawlins face trying to push him off. “I thought you were better than that—thought I had trained you better than that. Guess I should know when to cut my losses.” He twisted the knife further into Billy’s skin, cries of agony rang through the room. For a swift moment he pulled the blade out, watching in satisfaction as blood pooled down Russo’s cheek. Billy was huffing, holding his hands up in defense. He forced another blow to William’s face, but Rawlins predicted this next move, instead shoving the knife into Billy’s abdomen.
Billy stared in horror as he slumped backward, the knife still hanging from his stomach. With a scream, he pulled the knife out and dropped it to the floor. Once again, Billy held his arms up, ready for more, despite the agonizing blood pooling onto the linoleum. “You don’t get to win, Billy.” Rawlins stepped forward again, seeing the cracks in Billy’s ego as he tried to overcome the blood-loss. “I didn’t want to have to do this to you.” Billy shot his hand out, William easily grabbed it and twisted his hand upward until he heard a loud crack.
Rawlins grabbed the knife from off the floor, wiping the blood onto his jacket, “We could have been big, Billy. You were working your way up in the world…now I have to take that from you.”
Billy looked up at Rawlins, blood pouring from his lips. The blood loss was kicking in, he couldn’t see straight, but even like this he wasn’t going to beg. He’d done this to you, he knew he deserved this. Closing his eyes, for the first time in his entire life, Billy prayed. He prayed to a God he never once believed in, prayed that somehow, someway he’d make his way back onto that field with you. Your hair blowing in the wind, the smile on your face, telling her how badly you wanted a family with you. Billy prayed that he would see you again.
The knife plunged into his abdomen a second and final time, tearing through his skin, chunks of flesh being ripped apart. He clenched his jaw shut as he accepted the pain. Rawlins watched in disappointment as Billy collapsed beside your still bleeding body. “What a shame,” he muttered to himself. Your father took long strides to walk above the two still bodies, staring down at you with immense disappointment, but not an ounce of guilt. Rawlins wouldn’t be there to see your eyes flicker open and call out in pain for someone to save you.
A/N: This is not the end of Billy and his sweetheart. Stay tuned for You Had Me, coming soon...
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buckybeardreams · 8 hours ago
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Light Angst, Romantic Fluff, Short & Sweet Summary:
Bucky keeps Steve warm.
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NEVILLESIONGBOTTOM'S FIC RECS: from grace by gothamcitysyren
fhgfhghghg i just read the entirety of FROM GRACE a loki fanfiction written by @mer-writes and my mind is blown, it's one of these best marvel and x-men fics i've read in a long time!! it's amazing and i loved every moment of it!!! y'all have to go check it out!! it's such a good read!!!
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twordytings · 11 hours ago
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Special Soldier
(Bucky x Reader)
Summary: Bucky has always been one to push limits. Unfortunately for this time, you’re the victim.
Word Count: 1,019
A/N: I feel like the timeline is off with this so let’s just pretend endgame never happened cuz thats what we all want to do anyways T-T this had been in my drafts for a while so I wanted to finally complete it! Enjoyyyyyy
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Saturday mornings were your absolute favorite. Probably because you had the whole rest of the day to do whatever you wanted, and the day after. It gave you such a nostalgic feeling.
“Mornin’ bug.” Bucky said as he hugged you from behind as you were making yourself some iced coffee. You loved your brother Steve, there was no doubt about that, but ever since Bucky joined the team, you had grown a liking towards him in specific. You both had the strongest relationship there was, even Steve grew jealous at times.
“Morning.” You said with a yawn.
“Still tired?”
“Yeah. I was up late doing work so I wouldn’t have any over the weekend.”
“No wonder all you drink is coffee.” Bucky said in a mocking tone. You scoffed and playfully slapped his arm. “Hehey!”
“I happen to like my daily cup of iced coffee thank you very much.” You said pridefully. “At least I’m not a loser who drinks tea in the morning...” You said as you eyed the cup of tea he had in his hand.
“Ok you did not just call me a loser.”
“Welp. Guess I did.” You said walking away, but not before coughing “loser” into your elbow. Bucky smiled and shook his head, setting his cup of tea down only to walk right after you and scoop you up, taking the coffee out of your hands to put it on the counter.
“Nooooo! Buck put me downnnn!” You pleaded as you kicked your legs out in an attempt to escape.
“Remember what me and the team used to do when you were little and kept being snarky? Hm?” You knew exactly what he was talking about.
“OH HELL NO! NONONO!” You said, kicking your legs even harder since that was all you could do.
“Oh c’mon you used to love it when you were little!”
“Not anymore! Buck, it is way too early for this...” You said tiredly, hoping he would let up.
“Fine...” He put you down. “you better watch your back though, ‘cause I won’t be so easy on you next time...” He said walking away, pointing two of his fingers at his eyes and then back at you.
“Yeah yeah whatever.” You probably should’ve marked his words a little better.
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Later that day at about 7:30PM, the team were all sat in the living room for movie night
“Nope. You’re not getting away this time...” Bucky said menacingly as he held you in a bear hug on the couch. You were messing around with each other and you ended up throwing popcorn at his face. It probably wasn’t the best idea considering what he had told you earlier that day.
“Buck I’m sorry I’m really really really sorry just please let me goHOHOHOHO NOOOO!” Before you could finish your pleas for mercy, he began pinching your ribs, making your voice go up about ten octaves. The team started to collectively chuckle at your predicament, considering not having seen you like this in a while. They used to tickle you all the time when you were younger, but you started to grow out of it, so they slowly laid off. Bucky, on the other hand, was in the mood for the opposite.
“Sorry bug but I told you I’d get you next time...” he said, bringing his arm up above his head and forming a claw with his hand. You looked at his hand, taking as many breaths as you could before your untimely demise. It was game over for you.
“Please don’t.” you tried saying innocently, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could possibly muster up.
“Awww so cute. I’m still gonna do it though,” he said simply, bringing his claw straight back down, and violently shaking it into your belly, while bringing his other hand up to do the same to you ribs.
“GUHUHUYS A LIHITTLE HEHEHELP HEHEHEHEHERE!” you cried, but you had a feeling no one was going to help you; not when they were witnessing what, to them, was the most adorable sight to see. They mentally cooed at you, not wanting to look away or disrupt what was happening before them.
“Betcha thought they were gonna help you, huh? It’s just you n’ me kiddo...,” he said, followed by an evil laugh through gritted teeth. He then switched to creeping his arms inside of your shirt, which made everything twenty times worse. The feeling of his cold metal arm - and his real one, of course - wiggling and clawing at your ribs and stomach was the most unbearable thing imaginable. All you could do was kick your legs and squirm around, but that was no match for the super soldier you were currently trapped by.
“THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!”
“What? The fact that you threw popcorn at my face or that your too ticklish for your own good? I think it’s both if we’re being honest-”
“SHUT UHUHUHUP!”
“Okay you’re pretty much asking for it at this point y/n. Get her armpits Buck.” Tony chimed.
“WHAT? NONONONONO!”
“Yesyesyesyesyessss!” Bucky mocked, pulling your arms with ease as he shoved his hands into the hollows of your underarms. You had practically melted into a puddle at this point, not being able to move or make any sound with how intense his tickling was.
“I think she gets the point bud. Release.” Steve said; you’d thank him for that later.
“Oh fine.” Bucky relented as he adjusted your shirt to its correct position. “You okay butterfly?” he said compassionately. You couldn’t help but smile at that, and he knew it too. Usually he would use nicknames along the lines of bug, or stinker, but every once in a while he would call you butterfly, and you loved it.
Bucky pulled you up into a hug, rubbing your shoulder to calm your nerves after the torture you’d just endured.
“You still suck,” you quipped, not wanting to let him off too easily.
“Oh please. You love me,” he said with a chuckle. You simply hummed in response, slowly drifting to sleep, the movie nothing but background noise.
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capxwinter · 12 hours ago
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bucky barnes x reader
Summary: bucky sees you without makeup and wearing glasses for the first time
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Word count: 739
Warnings: extremely fluffy shit and mentions of insecurities
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You and bucky met in the compound a couple of years ago, you were one of tony’s best hackers in the whole country, and when he needed help with something he called you.
After that day you started to hang out more at the compound, always trying to improve tech and helping the avengers with all you could.
Natasha and Wanda were the first friends you made, they were sweet and always trying to help you fit in and so you did. and in a short period, the compound became your home and the avengers your family.
The brunette super soldier became really comfortable around you after a couple of months, it started with you helping him with his vibranium arm, and when you noticed the two of you were hanging out together every damn time of the day.
The bond evolved smoothly, you two spent years as friends before realizing the different feelings for each other, but nothing stood in your way when you finally did.
You had a lot of insecurities, for example, none of the avengers has ever seen you without any makeup on or with your glasses, not even your boyfriend bucky. until one day.
F.R.I.D.A.Y was malfunctioning and nobody could figure out why, without being able to sleep you went to the lab in the middle of the night, your only goal was to put F.R.I.D.A.Y back online before everybody woke up.
The first thing that everyone that entered the lab would notice was the mathematical equations all over the place, a cup of coffee that was refilled every 10 minutes, and a hyper-stressed and full of energy girl.
You couldn’t understand what made the AI shut down, tony had said that that type of thing has never happened before. letting you fix it while he was on vocations with pepper and morgan was one of the hardest things he ever did, he hated when people would shove their noses on his tech but after Pepper’s threat, the man gave up and gave you the password to F.R.I.D.A.Y hard drive.
Two floors above you Bucky was sleeping peacefully, he had gotten home from a mission a couple of days ago and he would sleep for hours to recompose his energy. Even super-soldiers would get tired with the never-ending missions.
Bucky woke up and went to your bedroom, when he got there and saw the door open and the empty room he knew exactly where to find you.
You were staring at the board where most of your notes were, when you felt two big hands wrapping your waist and bringing you close. “what are you doing in the lab in the middle of the night?” with a raspy voice bucky whisper into your ear. 
You turn around to face him and he gets a little confused but lets you talk first.
“im just trying to fix F.R.I.D.A.Y i wanted her to be online before everybody wakes up but i am exhausted and i don’t even have a clue of what’s going on” you notice the confusion in bucky’s eyes “what’s wrong?” your question makes a smile appear on his face.
“nothing… it’s just that a didn’t know that you wore glasses…” you quickly take them of your face “HEY! why do you do that?” you turn your face to the other side, your body was filled with embarrassment.
“i don’t look good with glasses… and without makeup” bucky stood in front of you taking the glasses of your hands and putting them in your face then he cups your cheeks with his hand. 
“you look beautiful with glasses and even more beautiful without makeup” then he kissed every inch of your face, making sure that you knew how beautiful you were. 
The last kiss was planted on your lips, a soft and long kiss with the intention to transmit all the love he felt with a simple act. you couldn’t help yourself from giggling in the middle of the kiss.
“what you think about going to your room and trying to sleep a bit? you can fix F.R.I.D.A.Y tomorrow morning” you hugged bucky’s tall body resting your head in his chest 
“it’s an amazing idea” he kissed your head and you two walked out of the laboratory.
You had one of the best night of sleep of your entire life, it was impossible to be sad while wrapped in bucky’s arms.
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mandaloooooorian · 12 hours ago
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Like an Animal - Bucky x Reader (2/8)
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Summary: Reader is an enhanced Omega kidnapped by Hydra and trapped in a cell with Alpha Bucky Barnes. Tags: A/B/O, Protective Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending Warnings: Rated M, Kidnapping A/N: This is all Reader POV. Bucky's losing it. LOL.
I woke up to a rough growl in my ear and the feeling of a body pressed on top of me, two arms caging me in. “Why are you so cold, Omega?” My fight or flight instincts kick in immediately— my whole body going rigid as a board— before the soothing scent of Alpha washes over me. I recognize the growl in my ear as Bucky, and the metal hand fisted in my hair, pulling my body closer to his. He’s panting with need, scenting me frantically. Mercifully, his lower half is still angled away from me, but it’s clear he’s hanging on by a thread.
I whimper slightly, his tight grip on my hair starting to hurt my scalp. He instantly softens his hold, pulling back to make eye contact. His blue eyes are glassy, and his lower lip is red where he’d bitten hard into it.
“Omega,” he growled. I shivered in response, my body lifting closer to his on pure instinct. The heat between us was stifling, his body temperature reaching inhuman levels. Must be a super-soldier thing. He leaned in for another lungful of my scent— this time pressing his lips directly to my mating gland, sending a sharp curl of arousal through my gut.
I pressed my legs together tightly. I still had my wits about me, but my higher faculties were slipping— quickly. Alpha is hurting. Give yourself to Alpha, my Omega murmured. There’s no way I could go into a sympathy heat. Not here. Not like this.
The growing heat in my core seemed to think otherwise.
“Tell me your name,” Bucky groaned. “Anything—“ His words were once again choked off as his mouth made its way to my gland, his hot tongue snaking across the feverish skin.
He needed me to distract him. Or at least that’s what it sounded like. I took a deep, steadying breath, before murmuring my name. He groaned, not lifting his nose from my neck, but slowing his ministrations. “I live—well, lived— in Brooklyn. But I don’t stay anywhere for long. I have… abilities.”
I lift my bound wrists to bump against his chest, and he looks down at my hands where I hold them, palms up.
“It’s why my skin is so cold. I can… freeze things,” I muttered, embarrassed. It sounded monumentally lame when I said it out loud. Who did I think I was, Frozone? But Bucky wasn’t in the mind frame to judge, humming contentedly where he was pressed into my neck.
“Smell so good, Omega,” he groaned. His flesh hand was carding through my hair and along my scalp, making my inhales shaky. Every nerve ending he softly touched was singing for more, my Omega instincts getting harder and harder to ignore. With Bucky and his scent surrounding me, I could almost forget that I was lying on top of a rutting Avenger’s pile of clothes, locked in a Hydra cell. Almost.
My nervousness must have made its way into my scent, because Bucky whined softly. “Relax, Omega,” he murmured. “I won’t let anyone hurt you.” He said it so softly, in that deep and gravelly voice, that it sent a shiver through my core. Bucky readjusted, caging his arms in closer around me and pressing our torsos together until I could feel the heat of him all along my body. I curled my legs up and closer to him, seeking out his searing heat.
Bucky settled his face into my neck and a deep rumble began to work its way through his chest—an Alpha purr. My whole body immediately melted, and I sank even deeper into whatever Omega headspace had been brewing in the back of my mind ever since I woke up. Purring was usually reserved for mates— an intimate Alpha tool to soothe their Omega partners experiencing anything from anxiety to the throes of heat. It was addictive, filling my chest up and sending pleasurable tingles through every limb. Alpha wants to mate.
My eyes began to droop, getting heavy again under his ministrations, his cedar scent and the gentle rumble in his chest reverberating into my own. Big strong Alpha will protect me. I’m safe.
It couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes later that I woke again to the first signs of my sympathy heat. Bucky’s purring must have done the trick, lulling my subconscious into doing exactly what these Hydra bastards probably wanted from us. No wonder they hadn’t interrupted us in here for hours.
The last remaining shreds of rational thought in my heat-addled brain cursed myself for letting my guard down for a second. Fucking biology. For all we knew, they were watching his unfold from hidden cameras— which, I realized now, is probably why Bucky had moved me to the darkest corner and continued to shield me with his body.
I almost never ran hot— courtesy of my abilities— but sweat had pooled in my collarbones and down my back, leaving a fine sheen all over my skin. I could feel another kind of wetness between my legs before I even opened my eyes, and I pressed my thighs together with an embarrassed whimper. At the sound of my voice, Bucky’s gentle purring ceased with a growl. When I opened my eyes, he was hovering above me— eyes black and glassy. I knew he could smell my arousal.
He knit his eyebrows together, his face a storm as he breathed in my changed scent. I could see the war behind his eyes, the tension in his muscles as he held himself back from flipping me over and claiming me on the cement floor. I lifted my head up slightly, as if to return the scenting he’d so thoroughly done to my mating gland, and he immediately lowered his neck to me. I gasped out— further gone than even I’d thought— as the concentrated musk of him hit my nose and mouth. It was like taking a cold drink of water after a day in the sun, or slipping on a warm sweater from the dryer on an icy morning. My brain felt like mush, and the last bit of my resolve fizzled out.
My body ached with need, desperate to feel his skin on mine. He smelled so good. I rubbed my face into his neck, feeling the sharp drag of his stubble on my cheek, the heat of him lighting every nerve ending in my body up like a forest fire. I could feel myself trembling, and I tugged at the restraints on my wrist in a mindless urge to wrap myself around him. “Alpha, please,” I whined.
It was like a switch flipped. Bucky made a low, desperate noise before moving on top of me, slotting his knee in between mine and rutting down against my thigh, biting down on my gland just enough to leave me keening and compliant without breaking the skin. He was panting hard, sweat dripping from his skin where he hovered above me. Through his pants, I could feel the hard length of him against me.
I gasped at the feeling, my core thrumming with need, and I parted my legs slightly to let him between them. When our hips connected, I could feel his rut start to take over— restrained need turning animalistic, rutting down hard against me as his teeth lay claim to the skin around my gland. I was helpless to do anything but moan and whimper, my arms trapped between us.
The heat of his body and mine, the hard press of him on top of me as he ground against my core, the buzzing of my overstimulated nerve endings and the desperate need to have him inside me was overwhelming, and I could feel myself start to break down. This mindless part of heat for me usually took a full day to get to. I gasped, choking on a sob as tears started to fall down my cheeks. I feared going to that place— letting my Omega take the reins— becoming completely helpless while trapped here. But what I didn’t fear was the wall of delicious Alpha on top of me, careful to carry his own weight, scenting me furiously and chasing his own release as he drowned in his rut-induced arousal.
“My— I need—“ I couldn’t get the words out. My hands clawed against the front of his chest, catching on buttons and zippers in his gear. I took deep lungfuls of his scent, trying to self-soothe. Bucky grunted against me, his hips stilling, and I could smell his release in the air— making my own arousal go wild with need. Alphas in rut didn’t have a refractory period. I tried to cant my hips up, but underneath him, it just resulted in a pathetic squirm.
The tears were coming harder and faster now as my desperation grew. I could feel myself slipping to that place. Alpha. Need Alpha. “Please,” I sobbed. I could barely recognize my voice. The heat, the ache. My vision was blurry, and the shadows of the cell sure didn’t help. I felt Bucky lift himself off me, and I curled my knees into my chest, hugging myself as cries racked my frame.
“‘M sorry, ‘M so sorry Omega,” he murmured. He sounded far away now, the soothing heat of him missing from my skin. “I didn’t mean to. I— I won’t hurt you again— I’m so sorry, sweet Omega.”
Come back, Alpha, I gasped. Or maybe I didn’t. I couldn’t tell what was in my head or coming from my mouth.
Before I could figure it out, the hallway door outside our cell exploded open.
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thran-duils · 12 hours ago
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Lost In Zero Gravity (P.17)
Title: Lost In Zero Gravity (Part Seventeen) Summary:  Fem!Reader x Mob Boss!Tony Stark x Mob Boss!Steve Rogers.  Reader is a call girl who runs high end parties. She catches the attention of Tony Stark who invites her back to his room with his friend. She might have performed too well because she becomes their new favorite play toy and they don’t like to share. Words: 2,306 Warnings (for the fic in entirety): Smut, prostitution, infidelity, angst, domestic violence, stalking, possessive behavior, drug use
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Tony was waiting on the couch when you walked into the apartment. He looked up at you immediately when he heard you come in. The TV was on but it was plain as day he was not watching.
“Hey,” you greeted before gesturing at yourself, “I need to shower. Obviously.” You had just gone done working out.
He got up from the couch, acting flustered, tapping a box in his hand.
That stopped you in your tracks; Tony flustered was not normal. You turned back to face him fully. “What’s wrong?”
He looked reluctant as all hell, unease swimming in his eyes. He was close now, a foot away at best, and he held the box out to you. In a quiet voice, he said, “I need you to do this.”
Confused you too the box, immediately seeing it was a pregnancy test. You gave a little laugh and held it up, “Why? I’m on birth control.”
“I need you to do it,” Tony repeated with more force behind his voice now, not answering your question. You made no move to go do as he was asking, and Tony breathed out harshly. “There was a surprise pregnancy with one of the guys – an unwanted pregnancy – and it set me on edge. Please. Just do what I’m asking. I’m a little bit on edge, yeah?”
That he was so bothered by someone else getting accidentally pregnant was confusing, but you shrugged. “Alright, fine. If it’ll relax you.”
“Thank you,” Tony sighed.
You nodded, turning on your heel and going towards the bathroom. You went in, closing the door behind you. Might as well do the test as you let the water heat up, you liked the bathroom to get a little steamy before you got in anyway. After turning the water on, you went to the toilet and set to work.
As you waited, you got fully undressed, getting your towel set up to grab easily when you were going to get out of your shower.
Picking the test back up, you looked down and saw what you expected to see. You went to the door and opened it up. You startled seeing Tony was leaning against the wall.
“Jesus,” you muttered before showing him. “You’re fine. Can I shower now?”
You saw the wave of relief wash over his features before he nodded, pushing himself away from the wall. He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Yeah, of course.”
Leaning against the doorframe towards him, you asked, “You don’t wanna join me? You look like you’re in a cold sweat. You’ve got a change of clothes here.” A small joke at his expense.
Tony’s smirk was fleeting. He dropped his hand to his side and said, “You don’t gotta twist my arm. Forgive me if I’m not too touchy feely. Still a little rattled.”
“Other people’s mistakes aren’t yours,” you said sincerely as you walked back into the bathroom. You tossed the pregnancy test into the garbage by the toilet as he closed the door and began undressing himself. “You want me to wash you down? Relax you a bit? And maybe you won’t even have to touch me? My mouth’s been pretty empty.”
“I won’t turn that down,” Tony responded, and you smiled in response, entering the shower.
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Steve was sitting in the living room, fuming when Cecile walked back in with her bodyguard. She could immediately tell something was wrong by his demeanor and she faltered in her step, furrowing her brow. Her bodyguard read the room and left, knowing he was no longer needed but also not wanting to be involved in whatever conversation was about to happen.
Cecile recovered, walking further into the room, Steve’s eyes glued to her, leaning on his elbow, fingers across his lips. She was unnerved by his silence and piercing stare.
“Hey,” she tried, pulling her purse down and putting it on the coffee table. When he said nothing, she asked, “What’s going on?”
“Just thinking,” he said in an eerily calm voice.
“About?” she asked, shrugging slightly. She could not hide her nervousness from him.
“Is this about her?”
“No, this is about us. She’s a byproduct of us. A symptom but not the problem,” Steve snapped. “Don’t get it confused.” Cecile went to talk again but Steve held up his hand and she fell silent. He was quiet for a few moments, staring at nothing. When he spoke again, he said, “When we first met, you were… nothing like I had ever met before. I was drawn in immediately. And I fell fast. Truly. I thought, ‘I would do anything for her’. And I did. For a really long time. I would do the absolute stupidest shit for you. Thankfully, it all panned out, right?”
“Steve…” Cecile said uneasily.
He ignored her, continuing, “I’d lie if I said it didn’t bother me when I became aware of him. You are my wife. You’re mine. But, then I thought, what the hell? I was also getting ass on the side.” He paused and then exhaled heavily. “But then it became regular for you. It wasn’t one night stands or a second hit it and quit it like I was doing. No, it was becoming real.” He tapped his fingers, looking lost in thought again.
Cecile was silent, standing there uncomfortably. Steve noticed and he simpered.
“I’m making you nervous.”
“Well, no shit,” she told him, an edge to her voice.
Steve stood up from the armchair and put his hands in his pockets. “I’ll be frank. When the baby is born, I am getting a DNA test set up.” Cecile’s mouth fell open slightly and she looked like she was about to protest but Steve cut her off, “No, I’m not making this a discussion, Cecile. I will not go into this without knowing. And I will not be leaving any money to a child that’s not mine. That’s not going to happen. I will leave money to you, but I will not leave any to another man’s child.”
Cecile found her voice then, demanding, “So, what? You’re going to divorce me if it’s not yours?”
“Divorce never left my lips. What are you talking about?” Steve said, agitated. “No, I’m not divorcing you. I fucking hate how much I love you. I fucking hate that I cannot let you go completely. But what I am saying is that I will get it legally done that no money will be going to his kid. I will delegate a percentage to you and then the rest, I don’t know, will go to charities or whatever else I feel is deemed worthy.”
“So, her,” Cecile spat.
“No, not her. Trust me, Tony has that all under control on his own. And again, stop trying to deflect the conversation away from where it needs to be: centered on us.”
Cecile said tearfully, “You started this mess yourself, Steve. You said it well enough yourself just now. All your sleeping around and nights away from me. I was lonely. Do you not understand that? I couldn’t stand just sitting around and waiting for you to come back and show me you cared, even in the slightest, for me.”
“Oh, don’t give me that. The only reason I looked elsewhere is because you pulled away from me. You never wanted to engage,” Steve said, his temper rising.
“That’s not fair—”
“No! It wasn’t!” Steve shouted, losing his temper. “You pulled away the moment we got married like you had just landed your prize! You didn’t have to do backflips anymore to prove you wanted to be here. You had me by the throat.” He closed the space and said, “Well, luckily, I was smart enough to put a prenup in our marriage, which you blindly signed that paperwork.” Cecile looked mortified. “Yeah, fuck you too.” Steve leaned in and sneered, “You don’t have me by the balls like you thought you did.”
He straightened up and straightened out his collar. “So, just keep that on your mind.” He exhaled deeply and said, “I am going to go to bed. If you choose to not sleep next to me, that’s fine. I won’t hold it against you. But don’t prolong the dramatics. I can’t even begin to explain how much I don’t have the patience for it.”
Without letting her respond, he turned and walked away from her into the hall.
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You stretched, getting out of bed. It had just started to get light recently, rousing you from your sleep. Tony had kept you awake with a nightmare he was having. He had been tossing and turning, muttering in his sleep. To comfort him, you had rolled over and cuddled up next to him, hoping to convey calm. He had startled awake suddenly after a few minutes, almost catching your chin with a fist. You had recoiled and stayed still while he blinked away the sleep. When it came to to him that he was awake and you were real, he sputtered an apology and wrapped you back up into his arms. You had gone in hesitantly, but he fell back asleep, cradling you. He had stayed asleep with the contact he fell asleep with and you eventually relaxed enough to fall into sleep again yourself.
He had not gone home in days. He was just staying here. It was not normal and as little control you had over your environment, any sense of not normal was a disturbance. Especially since he had acted mere days ago about the pregnancy test.
Pattering into the kitchen, you found him at the table. It was Monday, he should be heading out the door for work. Your robe was tied loose around you and you pulled it tighter against the temperature change in the new room.
“Aren’t you going to work?” you asked, eyeing the clock and seeing it was almost 8:30am.
Tony picked up his coffee mug, shaking his head. After he took a drink, he told you, “Working from home.”
That was new. Another change that hit.
Maybe he was stressed from his dream and still needed to be calmed down. Who better to do that than you? You plucked an apple from the fridge and turned around, staring at him. It took him a couple of moments before he looked over, seeing you chewing and looking at him.
“What?” he questioned.
You said nothing, pushing yourself away from the counter to come around the island. You took another bite; his eyes were on you now, fingers hovering over the keyboard. He looked confused. You had him on edge.
His eyes were still trained on you as you placed the apple down on the table next to him before sinking to your knees. You crawled underneath the dining table, not missing the small chuckle that left Tony when he realized what you were doing. You came up to him, your hands running up from the apex at his crotch up to his hips. Foiling your plan though, Tony’s hands came down, gripping your wrists and dragging you out from under the table, in between his legs. They clenched tight, holding you in place.
“Baby, you’re being naughty,” he chastised. “I’m trying to focus and work.”
“You seem tense,” you said, sticking your bottom lip out. “I was just trying to help.”
“I have a zoom call to make.”
“You can’t handle to stay straight faced? Weak.”
“Leave it be. For now,” he said in a warning voice, his hands relaxing and leaving your wrists.
You stayed still for a moment before you started back up.
Tony’s arm lashed out, his hand closing in on your throat now as you tried to pull away, back under the table. You stilled, eyes meeting his cold hard stare. You smiled innocently, knowing damn well you had gotten under his skin.
At that moment, you heard the chime of a zoom call coming in. His eyes went to his laptop before shooting back down to you. You gulped against his hand.
“You wanna test my resolve? Weak? That was your word right?” Tony asked, his voice low.
You smirked now, running your tongue across your bottom lip. You would make him flinch if it was the death of you.
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Tony eyed Y/N making him breakfast. He was still at the apartment two days later.
“Is there something wrong with the office?” she asked him, putting a plate of egg whites and turkey bacon in front of him.
“Sounds like you are not wanting me here,” he commented as he picked up the fork.
She shrugged, “I’m just confused.”
“Who wouldn’t want to spend time with you, love?” he asked as he chewed. She rolled her eyes back at him and he smirked in response. “I’m serious.”
“You can stop laying it on so thick,” she responded, dishing her own breakfast up.
Tony smiled at her response. He had finally fucked her proper again last night since she had been back on an actual pill for a half a week. He was more confident about it then.
His phone chimed and he looked down, pulling it to him. He scowled seeing it was from Steve.
You’re not coming in again?
No. I’m working perfectly fine from here.
You can’t stay there forever, Tony. Sometime you’re going to have to relinquish some control and trust me again.
Tony ground his teeth, staring at the text. It was a challenge.
He at least made sure to finish his breakfast and give Y/N a forehead kiss before going to the bedroom to change.
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Steve smirked seeing Tony leave the building. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and waited until Tony pulled away from the curb before moving to walk across the street.
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voxofthevoid · 12 hours ago
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A/B/O Fic Teaser (NSFW)
Bucky howls. His body’s liquid fire under Steve, around him, and there are nails on his arms, his shoulders, tearing open skin and leaving salt to sting, but Steve’s a thing of want and violence, all of him reduced to the wet, searing heat clenching around his cock. Bucky’s gushing slick, wetter with every thrust, and Steve’s no better, dripping precome, knot pulsing, gut tight as he shudders on the edge.
He turns his face, pressing it into Bucky’s leg, dragging in deep, greedy breaths. His scent’s thick here, from the glands at the crease of his thighs. It runs electric through Steve’s system, burning his blood, and his knot hurts, wrapped in Bucky’s tight heat. Steve tries to warn him, but all that escapes is a shout, ragged and breaking on Bucky’s name. A sobbing cry answers him, but if Bucky says something, Steve doesn’t hear, ears ringing with the rush of his own blood.
His knot pops, snug inside Bucky’s flesh, throbbing as the heat of him clenches tight around it, locking them together. Steve grinds into him helplessly, riding the wave of his climax, trying to fuck in deeper, carve his claim into Bucky’s tender flesh.
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ihaveastorytotell · 13 hours ago
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The Soldier and the Thief - Part 3
Authors note: Hi everyone!!! I finally finished this chapter, it's pretty short but I'm going slow and steady with this fanfiction. I know this took awhile, I kept forgetting that my Tumblr existed and school has been so stressful. So, I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope that Bucky will be in the next one, we'll see.
The room was bright and cold, the metal table you were tied to was uncomfortable and you were terrified. The door opened and in walked a tall man with a white doctors coat and a clip board. "Hello Y/N, how are you feeling?" The man spoke. "I'm okay." Your shaky voice replied. "That's good, now I need to run some test. Is that alright with you sweetheart?" "Okay." You spoke again but quieter this time. The man walked closer to the table and pulled out a needle filled with a bright blue liquid, the man slowly pushed the needle into your arm and injected the liquid. It burnt, the pain feeling like a ton of red-hot coals covering your body, filling your veins like liquid metal. You screamed in pure agony as lines of blue ran all over your body, you screamed until your lungs gave out and....
You scream as you wake up, the terror that you felt still in the fore front of your mind. The grey walls around you seem to close in as you tried desperately to breath, your lungs expelling the air that you breath faster than you can suck it in. The door slams open, a dark silhouette stands in it's place. Light fills the room, and you spot Steve at the door, he runs to you in a panic. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He spoke in a panicked voice. "C- can't brea- breath." You choked out as tears pricked your eyes. "Okay, I need you tell me about five things on the room." "What?" "Tell me about five things in the room, anything." Steve said calmly. "Um, the light switch, the bed sheets, the pillow, my shirt, you." You start to breathe again, the air tasting sweeter than it ever has before. Your breathing evens out as Steve sits by your side, the bed dipping under his weight.
"Are you feeling a bit better now?" He said with a kind tone to his words. You sigh, "yeah, I'm okay now, just a nightmare. I'll be good." Steve nods his head looking at you sadly. "What was the nightmare about?" You close your eyes; you feel the tear begin to claw at your eyes and your throat begins to choke you. "Nothing, just a normal nightmare. Weird monsters and all that." You say while trying to give Steve a smile. He smiles back still looking concerned. "Well, lucky for you, it's morning so you don't have to go back to sleep." He pauses for a second, "Do you want to go outside for a bit? Maybe have breakfast at an actual table, only if you want too though." You look at him with shocked evident on your face. "Really?" "Yeah, it'll be good for you to get out of this room for a bit." Your smile grew wide as you stood up. "Yes! Yes please!" Steve looked up at you and smiled, "Okay, I'll be outside come out when you're ready." With that, Steve left the room, you stood in the middle of your little grey cell and wondered about what that day would be like.
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boxofbonesfic · 13 hours ago
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Pattycakes (Chapter 7)
Title: Pattycakes
Summary: Like they say, it really does just take one time... Patricia Hodgins knows that better than anyone. She’s got even worse luck when it comes to her child’s father: Billionaire playboy Thor Odinson. He’s selfish and manipulative; and Patty’s not sure which outcome frightens her more—killing him or letting him worm his way into her heart.
Pairing: Thor x Black OFC
Rating: Explicit
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5// Chapter 6//
Warnings: Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Mildly dubious consent, Breeding Kink, Age Difference (significant but not extreme), Stalking (light stalking though lol), Past Relationships, Class drama, Dad!Thor, Character improvement
A/N: Finally we’re caught up! This is the most current chapter up on both A03 and here, so now... we wait, haha. Comments, reblogs and replies are always welcome! Specific warnings for homophobia in this chapter, so please be advised!
This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! 😘
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Chapter 7: All fall down
Shit hits the fan for Thor and he is forced to make a difficult choice, and Patty finds empathy where she thought she had none.
I didn’t know Thor had a brother. There wasn’t much resemblance, other than the haughty attitude they seemed to share, Patricia thought dryly, watching Loki move about the apartment with a familiarity that spoke truth to his claims. He seated himself at the kitchen island, and glanced at her over his shoulder. 
  “Come, sit. Unless you’d like to stay there, I suppose.” His drawl was shockingly familiar, and Patty couldn’t help rolling her eyes. Yep. Definitely brothers. They looked nothing alike, but it was impossible to hide the haughtiness that she was now certain had to run in the family. 
  Patricia padded across the living room, giving him a wide berth before climbing onto the stool opposite his, across the table. “I didn’t know Thor had a brother.” She repeated her thought, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Loki chuckled. 
  “Oh? What do you know?” He asked, cocking his head at Patty. Is this a trick question? She thought to herself, raising a skeptical eyebrow at Loki. 
  “I know you’re probably not happy he’s attempting to slum it with me,” She retorted, and a wide grin spread across his features. “Though that would make two of us.” 
  He barked out a laugh, tilting his head back. “Funny. Thor said you were… spirited.” Patty frowned. Something told her “spirited” wasn’t the word he’d used. Patricia watched as Loki got up from the island to pour himself a drink, draining the last of what she’d noted looked to be Thor’s favorite whiskey. I wonder if Thor will be pissed he drank him dry. He didn’t throw any ice in it, unlike his brother. “And for the record, I never said he was slumming it.” 
  “Respectfully, it’s hard to feel that way when you find out your child’s father has been hiding your existence because of the expectations his family wants him to meet,” Patricia fired back, her ire sparked at the memory of Thor’s callous words. Loki sighed. 
  “At least he was honest.” Patricia opened her mouth to release another quick-fire retort, but Loki held up a hand. “I didn’t say he was right. Our father has had our lives planned out for us since before we had conscious thought, it’s not the easiest thing in the world to disappoint him.” 
  Am I a disappointment? Patricia thought to herself, squeezing her hands together. It shouldn’t have mattered what his family thought of her—especially since it wasn’t like they were married or anything—but it did. Knowing that Amelia’s own grandfather would rather she not exist wasn’t exactly comforting or welcoming, either. 
  “If he thinks my daughter is a disappointment, it’s his loss.” She said fiercely, clenching her fists.
  “Speaking of which, where is my niece?” He asked, cocking his head. 
  “Sleeping. Good thing too, or she’d talk your ear off.” Patty said dryly. I also don’t want her hearing about how her own family doesn’t want her, so there’s that. “Though she’ll probably be up soon looking for a snack,” She replied, eyeing the clock. 
  “May I be blunt?” Loki asked, swirling the amber liquid around his glass, though his icy eyes remained locked on Patty’s face. 
  “I don’t think I could stop you.” 
  He chuckled again. “With a mouth like that, I can see why he likes you. I never thought the airheaded barbies were much his type.” He took another sip of whiskey. “How do you like living here? Is it better than your apartment?” 
  Not this fucking shit again. “Oh yeah. I love it. Especially the part where your brother threatened legal action against me if I didn’t move in. We’re all one big, happy family.” She snapped sarcastically. She was tired of Thor’s—and now Loki’s—insinuations that she was hanging around for money, especially when it hadn’t even been her idea to move in. 
  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.” His voice was smooth and buttery, and Patty might have thought the apology was genuine if not for the gleam in his eye that said he would be filing that information away for later. “I take it things are… complicated.” He raised a brow. “Legal action? Now that I didn’t know.” 
  Patricia let out a sharp laugh. “That’s one way to say it.” She ran a hand through her curly hair. “Has he always been this selfish, or is this a new development?” Patricia asked snarkily. Loki shrugged.
  “We all have our flaws.” He fixed her with another piercing stare. “I’m sure you realize we didn’t have the easiest childhood.” Patty snorted. It was obvious that Thor had more than a few complexes that she was sure therapy would assist with, but she couldn’t imagine someone who came from such opulence ever having struggled with anything. It was clear from his expression that Loki had gleaned her opinions without even asking. “Money doesn’t solve everything, you know.” 
  Suddenly she felt guilty. Patricia didn’t really know much about Thor, his past, his family… She knew nothing. If she thought about it, she was sure she could recall a few tabloid headlines featuring their family, but he’d not been particularly forthcoming with information. “Sorry, you’re right. It’s just… I mean look at him. He walks around like the sun shines out of his asshole, and he pisses gold,” Patricia muttered. “It’s a little difficult to imagine.”
  “We were children once too, you know.” Loki replied dryly, raising an eyebrow at her. “Though I won’t disagree with you about his attitude, I’m always telling him it needs work.” He half murmured the last half to himself, before his bright eyes lit on Patty again. “With a father like ours, I’m surprised he didn’t turn out to be more of a narcissist.” 
  Patricia looked down at the countertop, embarrassed. Now she wondered what Thor’s childhood had been like—from Loki’s words, it seemed difficult. “And you?”
  He grinned wolfishly, though it didn’t seem to reach his eyes. “I’m the spare.” Patty couldn’t keep the shock from her expression at his words. “Third in line, I inherit the keys to the kingdom, but only if Thor dies,” he made a slicing motion across his neck that made Patricia frown, “or gets disowned.” 
  She furrowed her brows. “Third? Another brother?” She asked, and he shook his head. 
  “Sister, actually.” 
  He didn’t seem keen on coming forward with more information, though Patricia could see he knew she was curious. He was playing with her, she realized. He’d come to meet her, size her up, and Patty didn’t know what to make of it. She didn’t have any intention of being part of Thor’s life in any meaningful way—well,  besides being the mother of his child, anyway. But Loki didn’t seem convinced of that, his eyes tracking every nervous movement she made. 
  “Where is she?” Patricia asked. Loki couldn’t hide the smirk playing at the edges of his lips. He looked as though he was trying to decide whether to leave more breadcrumbs or not, when a small voice surprised them, making him snap his head to the side as Patricia jumped. 
  “Mommy who this?” Amelia was rubbing her eyes tiredly, clutching her stuffed elephant tightly in one hand. Patricia rose from the table, stroking a hand over her daughter’s head before hefting her onto one hip. Amelia was always cranky after naps, and this time was no different. She clung to Patricia, eyeing Loki suspiciously as she popped a thumb into her mouth. 
  “This is Loki, sweetheart. He’s Thor’s brother..” Amelia’s eyes brightened as she turned to Loki.
  “Door is my friend too!” She said excitedly, giggling. “We family.” She said decisively, and Patricia started, her eyebrows rising up to meet her hairline. Loki was silent, observing Amelia with a calculating gaze. It was like he hadn’t believed she was really real until she was sat in front of him. 
  “Nice to meet you, Amelia.” He said after a moment. Amelia picked up a few discarded crayons and went to work on the coloring book she’d left on the table, still sitting in Patricia’s lap. “Gods, she looks just like him.” 
  Patty rolled her eyes. “I’m so sick of hearing that,” She groused. Loki laughed. 
  “Oh?” 
  “I mean…” She sighed frustratedly before checking that Amelia was sufficiently distracted. “I kept her out of his life. I figured… He didn’t want or need us around. It’s not like we even get along, for chrissakes.” She toyed with one of Amelia’s braids as she colored. “It’s like cruel irony that she’s his spitting image.” Patricia knew that Amelia looked like her, too; they had the same nose, the same rounded cheeks and heart shaped mouth. But those damn eyes , sitting just above her father’s same sculpted cheekbones still screamed her parentage to anyone who was willing to listen. 
  “Our family does have rather… dominant genes.” Loki said sheepishly. He watched her coloring, with her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated. “Do you like coloring, Amelia?”
  “Oh yes!” She answered, slapping her little palms on the table as she leaned over to talk to her uncle. “I like purple.” He chuckled, nodding. 
  “I like purple too. Color of royalty, you know.” Amelia’s eyes widened at his words. 
  “Princess?” She asked, her little mind going straight to Disney. “Like Elsa?”
  “Yes, Princes and Kings and Queens all used to wear purple a long, long time ago.” Her eyes widened with wonder, and Patricia hid a laugh. I’ll be buying purple everything for a long ass time, thanks Loki. “It showed everyone they were important.” 
  Patricia still wasn’t sure about Loki, but it was kind of cute watching him chat with Amelia, despite him needing to curb his cursing while he spoke. He seemed nice,  but Patricia had worked with enough rich, spoiled assholes to know a facade when she saw one. This was an information gathering session, though to what end she wasn’t sure. 
  “Low-key, I show you my room now,” Amelia declared, clamoring down out of Patty’s lap and waving her little hand impatiently at him. Loki glanced at Patricia, who held her hands up as though there was nothing to be done.
  “You heard the lady.” 
  Amelia tugged on his hand, leading him up the stairs to her bedroom. “See my books?” She said, pointing excitedly at the fairytale decorated bookshelf in the corner. Patricia remained in the hallway, listening to Amelia spout random information about her bedroom as Loki did his best to respond accordingly. The men in this family do not know shit about kids, she thought with a giggle. Amelia was busily showing him her horses, and Patricia stifled another laugh as she demanded he make them gallop the right way. 
  “Like dis, Low-key,” She said seriously, her little brows furrowed. 
  “Oh, yes, right,” He said, before awkwardly rocking the horse’s plastic hooves across the floor. “Like this?” 
  “Yeah!” 
  Loki waited until Amelia was sufficiently immersed in the world of horses before attempting to slip from the room. 
  “You were right about my ears,” Loki muttered, joining Patty in the hallway. 
  “You get used to it,” Patricia said, smiling softly as she glanced at her daughter. “The toddler babble was a pretty fun stage too. You do get a break, it’s just when she’s asleep.” She laughed. “The world’s your oyster then.” 
  Loki inclined his head, looking across the hallway at Thor’s bedroom, before flashing a cheeky wink and smile at Patty. “I’m sure those hours are priceless.” Patricia sputtered, her cheeks heating. 
  “I don’t—! I mean, we aren’t—Thor and me—we’re not together. Like that.” The apex of her thighs pulsed in disagreement, and she hoped her face didn’t show the uncertainty she felt. Loki hit her with another knowing grin, and Patty knew her expression had betrayed her. 
  “Oh, of course. I didn’t mean to assume,” He purred. His tone belied his words, but Patricia was too flustered to say anything about it. It was evening now, and the massive windows all around the apartment all depicted the same scene—the sun lowering itself over Central Park, the buildings glittering gold in the light. Patty found herself wondering where Thor was—where he’d rushed off to in such a hurry. It hadn’t sounded good. She wasn’t sure why that made her so anxious, after all it wasn’t like it was her problem, per-say. Leaving Amelia playing in her room, Patricia and Loki made their way back downstairs.
  “Any particular reason you and Thor aren’t… together like that?” Loki asked draining the last of the liquor from the glass he’d left and depositing it into the sink. Patricia had been in the process of sitting down, but his question made her back go straight and tense. Loki made his way back to the table ,his face the picture of innocence and concern, though Patricia could see the interested gleam in his eye. 
  “We just aren’t.” She said, her tone coming out shorter than she’d meant it to. “I mean, it’s not like I’m the only one.” If she was honest with herself—and she really didn’t want to be—she was a little jealous, though she would die if Thor ever found that out. “I mean, he practically had to break off an engagement because he moved us in here without telling Idunn anything.” 
  “Well you certainly are now.” Loki replied dryly. Patricia started. What? She’d assumed he’d been done with the busty blonde, but… she’d never thought Thor was even capable of staying true to a single partner at a time. She swallowed thickly, not wanting to think about what that meant for their relationship. Goddammit Patty, you don’t have a relationship. “Much to my father’s chagrin, I might add, considering how much he had riding on what would have been a complete sham of a marriage.” 
  Patricia felt lead settle uncomfortably in her stomach. She didn’t want to talk about the complexities of Thor’s romantic entanglements with not only her, but other women. It was making her uneasy—and it was disrupting the image she had of him in her head, something that wouldn’t be helpful if she wanted to continue hating him. 
  “So… you just decided to visit while your brother was out?” Patricia wheedled, deftly switching the subject. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, and he was watching her thoughtfully. It was clear that being around Amelia had put a few cracks in his mask, and she was as eager to peek underneath it as he was to see under hers. Loki quirked an eyebrow at her, and Patricia knew her fishing attempt had been spotted a mile away. 
  “You know Thor’s quite good at only painting half of the picture.” Patty found herself wondering exactly what Thor had told Loki about her and Amelia. He’d done a fairly good job at keeping the two halves of his life from meeting, she noted sourly, thinking of Idunn. 
  “What picture did he paint for you?” She asked, and Loki grinned. 
  “Oh, he said you were quite difficult.” Patty couldn’t help but laugh. Of course he’d say that—only because she refused to just roll over for him half the time. “Though I take that with quite a large grain of salt.” 
  “Was he always like this? I mean, I’m just curious.” It was hard for Patricia to imagine Thor as anything other than the large, intimidating man he was now. Though she knew, logically that he had to have at least been a child, it was still hard to picture. He was so… closed off. The only time he truly seemed passionate or involved was when he was trying to stuff her guts absolutely full of himself. She blushed a little at the thought. 
  “No. Haven’t you seen any baby pictures? He had the fattest cheeks.” Loki replied, scoffing as Patty grinned at the thought of a red-faced, chubby cheeked baby Thor. Had he looked like Amelia? “No, our father wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with, and when mother died…” Loki grimaced. “I’m the spare, you see.” He said, gesturing to himself. Patty felt discomfort settle in her stomach. She couldn’t imagine telling Amelia something like that. “So I had a bit more leeway, but Thor had to be positively perfect all the time.” 
  “And your sister?” Patricia asked, remembering his mention of her earlier. Now that the barrell had been pried open, she couldn’t help but lean in and poke around. Thor told her so little about himself, she couldn’t help but be ravenously curious. “
  “Hela? Odin disowned her.” Loki answered easily. “I never met her.” 
  Patricia shuddered. That was no way for a child to grow up. Thor’s visceral reaction to her keeping Amelia from him suddenly started to make just a bit more sense. He was such a control freak, which made sense considering he seemed to have very little of it growing up. Loki shifted uncomfortably. 
  “Sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to bring up unpleasant memories.” She said, patting his hand in an attempt to comfort him. He gave her a small smile in return. 
  “Not at all. If anything, I’m sure I’ve given you two plenty to discuss.” He replied knowingly. Patricia’s face warmed. Had it been that obvious? He’d offered her a tantalizing look into Thor’s past—hell, his mind . And that was invaluable, especially when he regularly brought her to the verge of frustrated tears. Patty watched him get his shoes on, slipping his arms back through the sleeves of his snappy dress-coat. 
  “Patricia, may I offer you a bit of advice?” He asked, punching the elevator button. 
  “I didn’t ask for any,” Patty replied flatly. “But I’ll take any you have to give. With a grain of salt,” She added, and he smirked. 
  “Funny.”
  “What is it?” She asked, leaning against the wall. Loki laughed. 
  “I like you. Don’t let Thor walk all over you, hmm? He’ll do it if you let him.” 
  The elevator doors closed, leaving Patricia alone again. She leaned her head back against the wall with a soft THUMP . 
  “This is going to be the longest three years of my life.”
  Patricia moved through the apartment, her ears perked for any sign that Amelia might be getting into things she wasn’t supposed to, picking up stray toys and cleaning up. Thor had a cleaning woman that came through a few times a week, and though Patty had argued with him about it—bitterly—he’d refused to budge. They were both adults, completely capable of cleaning up after themselves,  but Thor was about six times as obstinate as Amelia, with a temper to match.
  Still, Patty felt bad about leaving her too many messes to clean up. “Fish, it’s bath-time!” She called up the stairs, cradling an armful of Amelia’s stuffed animals, plus a coloring book or two. “You ready?” Amelia gave an answering shout that probably meant the affirmative as Patty climbed the stairs. Amelia was still in her room, apparently having a battle royale with her horses and dolls. She made a loud explosion sound as she crashed them into each other. Patty folded up her blankets, and neatly arranged her stuffed animals on the bed before making her way over to Amelia. 
  “Hey Melly-belly. Did you hear me?” She asked, settling herself onto the plush, pink rug where Amelia was playing. Her daughter snuck a crafty look up at her mother’s face. 
  “No?” Patricia couldn’t help but laugh at the flimsy lie. 
  “Bzzt. Wrong answer. It’s bath time, fish. Don’t wanna be stinky, right?” She grabbed Amelia, tickling her belly and under her arms until she shrieked with laughter. “My goodness, you’re gonna melt off Thor’s nose when he comes home, with those stinky feet.” Amelia giggled harder, waving her feet in Patricia’s face as they play-wrestled. “Ready?” 
  “Okay, mommy.” 
  Patricia filled up the tub, making sure the water wasn’t too hot before she added a few bubbles, and began to detangle Amelia’s hair as she played in the water. 
  “I like Low-key, Mommy.” She said, looking up at Patricia. 
  “Yeah? You do?” She asked, cupping water in her hands and gently pouring it over Amelia’s head, careful not to get it in her eyes. Her chest constricted nervously. “I’m glad you like him. That… that’s your uncle, you know. Uncle Loki.” Amelia released the toy tug-boat she’d been playing with to fix Patty with a confused look. 
  “Uncle?” 
  “Yes, baby. Like Auntie Wanda and Auntie America.” She took a deep breath, her hands clutching the edge of the tub so hard she thought the porcelain might break. “And Thor… You said we were a family, Mels.” Amelia nodded vigorously. “And you know all families are different.” 
  “Yes, mommy.”
  God, why was this so hard? Patricia swallowed thickly. Just say it. Rip off the fucking bandaid. “Thor is your daddy, sweetheart. That’s why Loki is your uncle.” 
  Amelia’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. “Door my daddy?” She repeated, and Patricia could see the gears whirring in her mind as she slotted that information in. Patty fought to keep her voice from trembling.
  “Yes, baby. He is.” 
  — —
“I’ve never been more disappointed in you.” Thor tried not to flinch as his father threw the phone at him. It slid down the table so fast he almost didn’t catch it. The screen was bright and unlocked, and Thor swallowed thickly at seeing the bright, eye catching font at the top of the article. 
  Odinson knocks up mistress! Fiancee speaks out!
  “Father, I—”
  “Of all of the stupid, irresponsible things you could have done,” He barked, cutting Thor’s explanation short. “This is the worst.” He steepled his fingers, resting them against his head. Thor flexed his hands against the armrests, torn between childish groveling, and burning anger at the insult. “Ungrateful,” He seethed, slamming a fist against his desk. “I should have made you marry her years ago.” He muttered.
  “Ah, yes, because marrying Idunn would solve this.” Thor spat, running a frustrated hand through his hair. He could still fix this, still spin it right if they worked fast enough. Idunn’s really outdone herself this time. He thought venomously, remembering their last conversation. The idea of marrying that shrilling harpy was enough to turn Thor’s stomach on a good day. 
  “Yes, it would.” Odin snapped, his voice like thunder. “Marry her.” His voice held an air of finality that Thor was all too familiar with. He was too old for Odin to raise a fist to him now, but much to his shame, somewhere inside of him was still the boy he’d punished for crying too much, for being too needy, for showing too much emotion. “Do you know what I promised? What I agreed to, to bring Njord into the fold, you selfish child?” He hissed. 
  “Oh that’s rich,” Thor replied. “You’re going to lecture me on selfishness. How many mistresses have you paid off, again?” Thor didn’t want to hear about the promises he’d made to other, equally old, equally wealthy men so that he could build his empire. Thor’s marriage certificate had already been practically notarized by the time he’d graduated college, though he’d never agreed to it. 
  “None of mine ever got pregnant and made the tabloids.” His father fixed him with a cold glare. “I don’t care if you love her. I don’t even care if you fuck her—hell, you’ll adopt the other brat if that’s what we have to do, but you will marry her, since it’s far too late for you to do the right thing and get rid of it.” 
  Thor’s jaw tightened. Of course he would say that—he’d coerced more mistresses into abortions than he could probably remember. “Don’t talk about Amelia that way.” Thor felt hot, protective anger rise in him. 
  “Or what? What will you do?” Odin spat, his chest shaking with laughter. “Will you leave like your sister? Good riddance, I’d be glad to be rid of you and all your mistakes.” He leaned forward in his seat. “I’m not bargaining with you, Thor.” 
  His entire life, he’d let Odin call all of the shots. It was better that way, he’d been convinced, because if he didn’t live by his father’s rules, he’d be cut off. Cut out. Hela was evidence of this—if he could push away his own firstborn, he could and would do it to any of them. Thor had never entertained thoughts of a loving parental relationship—all of Odin’s children were means to an end. Bargaining chips to be used at the greatest opportunities. That’s what his marriage to Idunn would be—an opportunity. But not for him, no. For Odin.
  Idunn’s father, Njord, was the majority shareholder of their biggest rival. They’d struck a bargain—Idunn marries Thor, Njord gives Odin the shares, everyone is happy. 
  Except me.  
  “I’m not marrying Idunn.” Thor spoke slowly, his voice hard. This, he wouldn’t give.
  “Then we have nothing left to talk about. I hope Loki has a place for you at Mjolnir when he gets it, because I certainly don’t.” Thor felt like someone had gut punched him. His entire life had been spent preparing for the day the company would be his—granted, that day hadn’t come nearly as soon as Thor had hoped it would, but still. 
  “What?” He stared at Odin, who regarded him coldly, unblinkingly, as though he were a stranger. Is this how he’s always looked at me? “You’re fucking joking.” The curse slipped out of his mouth unbidden. Patricia is rubbing off on me. “You’re a vampire.” Thor snapped, straightening his jacket. He’d never really thought about the analogy before it popped out of his mouth, but it was true. Odin was a parasite, latching onto people more capable, and controlling them. Once he had been a great man, there was no doubt about that. But those days were long gone, and the man before him was just a cruel reminder. 
  “What did you say, boy?” He narrowed his eyes, and Thor could only imagine the punishments and curses swirling behind them. 
  “You’re a goddamn vampire.” Thor hissed, placing his hands down on the desk as he loomed over his father. “You suck everyone around you dry. Me—I’ve been working for this goddamn company since I was sixteen, greasing deals for you, running interference. I hand picked our software engineers. Hell, I know more about half of the programming for the Stark project than they do.” He couldn’t stop. 
  “Mother—gods, you know, I think mother died just because she couldn’t stand to be married to someone so miserable and dead inside for one more damn minute. Hela. It’s no wonder you’re all alone.” He seethed. How dare he—he’d given up the best years of his life for his father. His own dreams—gone. And he’d weathered it all, repeating the mantra he’d been taught ever since he was young. Father knows best. Father knows what’s right. But he didn’t, did he? He didn’t know shit.  
  “We’ll see who’s alone. You’ll be begging me for my help, just like your dyke sister.” Odin spat. “Go clean out your office before I decide to have security escort you out.”
  “If I go, Steve goes, you know that don’t you?” Thor replied, leaning heavily over the desk. “Are you willing to lose him too?” The look on Odin’s face said that he was. 
  “Be glad I don’t make you empty your accounts here and now, boy.” He sneered. “Otherwise we both know you’d really be in trouble. Go see what the world thinks of you without me. Without my money and my business behind you. I think the papers are going to read a lot worse than “knocked up whore” , don’t you?” 
  Thor moved without thinking, his body acting completely without the permission or direction of his brain. In fact, he didn’t even realize he’d punched Odin until he was standing over the old man, breathing heavily. They were both big men, but age had withered his father, though he was still a force to be reckoned with. Odin, for his part, still glared at him icily, though his cheek was deep red, and a thin line of blood trickled from his nose. 
  “I never thought you’d have the balls, but it seems like they just dropped.” He grunted, wiping the blood from his face lazily with the back of his hand. “Get the fuck out. Before I throw you out.” 
  He sat back in his chair, clearly done with the conversation now. Thor was reeling. Where was Loki? Did he know? God, where the fuck was Steve? He needed to talk to him before his father dug his claws in. Thor stormed down the halls, uncaring of who saw him. It didn’t matter, none of it did. Close to twenty years of work, building—all gone. 
  All for them.
  His daughter, her mother… He wasn’t willing to give this time. Everything else that Odin had wanted of him, he’d given him. Make the right friends. Fuck the right women. Grease the right palms. He was sick of it—and this marriage, this…business partnership that he wanted him to enter into with Idunn—he couldn’t do it. 
   Not when it would almost certainly mean he would never see Amelia again. Not having Patricia was bad enough, but he would never be the father that Odin was. He would never abandon Amelia, not for money, not for anything. Thor threw open the doors to his large office, striding inside. He began emptying out all of his desk drawers, feverishly grabbing every and anything that was important. He could understand Patricia’s staunch, possessive declarations now. 
  She’s mine, my daughter!
  Thor wasn’t really a planner—he flew by the seat of his pants more often than not. But he knew he needed one now, and fast. If he didn’t move quickly, his life would come crashing down around his ears, more than it was already. There would be nothing worse than Odin being right. He had more than enough money in his accounts to coast for a while—money he’d earned, despite what Odin seemed to think his work was worth. 
  He clenched his jaw angrily. A knock sounded against the doorframe, startling him, and Thor looked up to see Steve standing there. 
  “Bad time?” He asked, looking around curiously. The usually immaculate office was a wreck, papers scattered everywhere. Steve raised a concerned eyebrow, and Thor felt his eyes narrow. 
  “My father fired me.” He said flatly. “I’ve got nothing but fucking time.” 
  Steve looked taken aback. “No. He wouldn’t have. Are you serious?” He pinched the bridge of his nose.  
  “What, you haven’t read the news?” Thor asked tiredly. “Odinson knocks up mistress , I think is the title, but I can’t remember.” 
  “I’m not one for tabloids myself.” He replied, stepping inside. “I thought he wanted grandchildren.”
  The thought made Thor laugh out loud. Odin had barely wanted children . He’d simply had them out of either narcissism or necessity, Thor wasn’t quite sure which. “Not this one.” He leaned back in his chair. “You’d think all of the money I made him would have factored in, but no. All he sees are mistakes. ” He said scathingly. Steve sat down across from him. They’d known each other since college, though Thor had practically poached him from Stark Industries when they’d graduated. 
  “I’m just a poor kid from Brooklyn,” He started, and Thor snorted. 
  “Not so poor anymore, kid. ” He laughed. “I write your paychecks.” 
  “Well I was. ” Steve cleared his throat. “You don’t need your family to make something of yourself, you know. You can do that all on your own.” He leaned forward, a small smirk on his face. “So what’s the plan? Are you going to start your own company now, or what? How long till I hand in my resignation?” 
  Thor’s mouth dropped open. He’d never really considered that before. His whole life he’d been training for the day his father’s tech company would finally be his. Starting his own had never really been on the to-do list. He wouldn’t see any of the payoff for the Stark deal, though he’d practically engineered it. But he knew all the right investors, all the right backers. 
  All he needed was the right idea. 
  Suddenly, getting fired didn’t seem so bad, though being possibly disowned still hurt deeply. 
  “Give me a month.” 
  “You got it, boss.” 
  Thor resumed clearing out everything he needed from his now defunct office. He wiped the computer, putting all of his files on a thumb drive that he slipped into his pocket. When he exited, the big security guard from downstairs was waiting for him. 
  “Emilio.” 
  “Hey boss. I’m sorry I gotta do this… Big boss asked me to walk you out, man.” Thor wanted to curse, but he held it in. Making a scene wouldn’t help. He hadn’t even read the tabloids yet, he didn’t think he wanted more articles pouring out about his family. The only small consolation was knowing that Odin was just as steamed about it as he was. 
  “Yeah. Sure.” 
  He ignored the stares and whispers from the few of his former employees that were in on the weekend as he made his way to the elevator. He punched the button harder than necessary, his mouth set into a grim line. On the scale of how he’d thought this would go, it had been much worse than he’d feared. 
  Punching the old man had felt good—better than he’d anticipated. Years of pent up frustration at being pushed around had been released with a single blow. His car was in the parking lot, and Thor threw the box into the back seat—next to Amelia’s car seat. Despite his anger, the thought of her made him smile. 
  At least he had that to look forward to. 
  When he got back to the apartment, he sat in the parking garage, wondering what he would tell Patricia. Did she even care? It was hard to imagine she did, with how he’d 
been treating her. He grimaced. Maybe he was more like Odin than he’d thought. It was easy to justify pushing her around and forcing her decisions when he was angry with her—was he even still angry? Thor scrubbed a tired hand down his face. He knew he wanted her. Wanted her enough to forsake damn near everything. 
  Family was a joke concept to Thor—sure, he had people he was related to, but… People he would sacrifice for? People who he felt deeply for? The closest anyone came was Loki, and he was always on thin ice. But with Patricia… There was warmth at her core, and it drew him like a moth. He couldn’t help but covet her, even though he’d given her more than enough reasons to despise him. If he could have locked her and Amelia up and kept them for himself, he would have. 
  Was that family? 
  His father’s hateful words rang in his ears. 
  You’ll be begging me, just like your dyke sister.
  Thor grimaced. He’d never sought Hela out, as per his father’s instructions. She isn’t family, Thor. He’d told him. She’s a leech. A waste. He chuckled darkly. Perhaps he  was saying the same thing about Thor now, to whoever would listen. Odin had all but erased his sister’s presence from their lives—no pictures of her remained around the massive family estate, and her room was just one of many now. 
  Thor fished his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it. There were several texts from Idunn from much earlier in the evening, when he’d first left his apartment. Threats mostly, which he hadn’t bothered reading. She’d insisted she was going to his father at the office, to tell him everything unless he agreed to “hold up his end of the bargain”. Idunn wasn’t particularly clever, but like all spoiled girls, she had a penchant for vengeance. He went to his web browser, and googled the tabloid title. 
  Immediately, articles began popping up. It was impossible to find the original one, they all seemed to feed off of one another, remixing the same words and images endlessly. He pulled one up, and when it loaded, he growled with anger. At the top was a picture of the three of them; Thor in his casual attire, with Amelia on his shoulders. Patricia was next to them, smiling up at him. Funny, he hadn’t noticed that while they’d been there. Despite the circumstances, a small smile found its way to his lips. He hadn’t thought it was possible for Patty to look at him like that. 
  Probably why she did it when I wasn’t looking.  
  He hadn’t noticed anyone following them at the zoo, but as he scrolled through the articles, it was obvious that someone had been. There were pictures of them at several different exhibits, walking around, holding hands… He clenched his fist so hard he heard his phone creak in his hand. He usually didn’t need to avoid paparazzi—he wasn’t a high profile target, and his family didn’t usually have scandals. 
  A source close to Odinson reports that he began the affair over three years ago, choosing not to end it when he began his relationship with model Idunn Njordsdottir. Sources report she is heartbroken; reconciliation may not be on the table for this power couple!
  “Power couple?” He said aloud, disbelief coloring his voice. As far as he’d been concerned, Idunn had been a convenient piece of ass that no one could be angry at him for cozying up to. He wouldn’t have been surprised if the “sources” were just Idunn herself. He angrily stowed the device back in his pocket, scoffing as he did so. 
  Deciding that he would deal with the box tomorrow, Thor exited the car slowly and heaved a heavy sigh. It was evening now, Amelia would be getting ready for bed. He headed out of the parking garage, and up into the lobby for the elevator.
  He wasn’t used to feeling so heavy—usually his responsibilities began and ended at himself and the things he needed. Now, he felt… pressure. He had to provide for Amelia, for Patricia, even though she clearly thought she had it handled. Thor exited the elevator into the entryway of the apartment. It was relatively quiet—either Amelia was already in bed, or close to it. He kicked off his shoes, uncaring of whether he was scuffing them or not, and hung up his jacket on one of the coat hooks. 
  “Daddy!” 
  Thor felt his chest constrict as Amelia bounded toward him, tangling herself in his legs. “Door, I miss you,” She said excitedly, gazing up at him adoringly. “Mommy say I can wait for Daddy to come home.” Daddy. Patricia had told her. It felt like he’d been waiting an eternity to hear her call him that, though it had only been a month. He’d never been allowed to call Odin anything less than father. It made him feel… special. Thor leaned down to scoop her up into his arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 
  “We’ll have to tell mommy thank you for letting you stay up, hmm?” 
  Patty was in the kitchen, holding a steaming mug of tea as she flipped through a magazine. “Look what the cat dragged in,” She greeted him, though there was no real bite in it. “You back from your adventure?” 
  “Did you two have fun while I was gone?” He asked, avoiding her question. He didn’t want to talk about that now, and especially not in front of Amelia. Patricia snorted. 
  “Fun? Your brother came by.” She said, and he felt his stomach drop. Goddamn it Loki! He could never leave well enough alone. 
  “Ah.” 
  “Yep.”
  “I like uncle Low-key,” Amelia chimed in. “He have pretty hair.” 
  “He did have pretty hair, didn’t he?” Patricia asked, laughing a little. She took another sip from her mug and set it down. “Alright, miss missy. We made a deal, you get to stay up until Th— daddy comes home, and then you go to bed, remember?” Amelia’s wide smile morphed quickly into an angry pout as she cast a sly look up at her father, her lip trembling. 
  “B-but, but—” Tears began forming in the corners of her eyes and she sniffled. “Wanna stay up with Door.” She whined, crossing her little arms. Thor caved immediately, glancing over at Patricia. 
  “Maybe we can just have ten more minutes?”
  Patty glowered at him. “Thor…” 
  He winced. “Sorry babes. It looks like it really is bedtime.” Amelia let out a frustrated growl that reminded him sorely of himself, before kicking her legs. He released her, and she ran between Patricia’s legs, glaring at him for his betrayal. “Amelia. Bedtime.” He repeated, his voice sterner than usual. The act stopped immediately, and she scuffed her foot against the floor. 
  “Okay, daddy.” The two of them walked her up to bed, and Thor watched Patricia read her a story, noting that she had a special voice for each character. He laughed inwardly. He’d have to copy that. When she was finally asleep, they padded out of her bedroom on silent feet, closing the door gently behind them. 
  “Thank you.” He said suddenly, and Patricia raised an eyebrow. 
  “Huh?” 
  “You told her.” 
  Patricia looked away, embarrassed. “Yeah, well. I said I was going to.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “One less thing you can use against me in court.” Her tone was jokey, but he could tell there was some meaning behind her words. 
  “I’m not taking you to court, Patricia.”
  She raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the bannister. “Oh?” Her expression was suspicious. 
  “I would never take Amelia away from you.” He swallowed thickly. It was hard to be vulnerable, but he was trying. For once, thor didn’t have the energy to keep the ice wall up. “Just as I hope you won’t take her from me.” He could see she was taken aback by his words. 
  “I, um… I mean she loves you. She’d never forgive me,” Patricia replied, clearing her throat and looking anywhere but at him. Unable to help himself, Thor goaded her, grinning. 
  “I’m sure you would miss me too much.” 
  “One does miss a proverbial hole in the head.” She fired back. Patricia sighed. “What’s this all about? Did something happen? I mean I know we’re not friends , but…” She motioned with her hands. “Is this something we should sit down for, or what?” 
  Thor gaped at her. “You… want to talk to me?” He asked incredulously. Almost every interaction he’d had with Patricia had been forced by him, so he couldn’t help his surprise that she was actually volunteering to listen to him whine. Especially when she consistently—loudly—reminded him that he had no “real” problems. Her nut brown cheeks darkened. 
  “I—well. Look, we’re coparenting, so… your problems are my problems too. Within reason,” She added quickly. It seemed as though each of them were holding out an olive branch, and Thor sincerely hoped Patricia was willing to take his. 
  Thor motioned to his bedroom, and Patricia stopped short, glaring at him. “Are we actually going to talk, or are you just trying to fuck me again?” She asked, crossing her arms. I see where Amelia gets it. 
  “I just want to talk.” Though I’m making no promises about after…
  Patty settled herself on his bed while he pulled the door closed behind him, leaving it open just a crack. He sat next to her, resting his arms on his thighs. She looked at him insistently, raising an inquiring eyebrow. 
  “What happened today?” She asked, and Thor exhaled heavily. 
  “My father fired me today.” He half expected her to bark out a laugh at him, but when no biting retort came, he looked up at her through the curtain of his hair. Her face was sympathetic, and she placed a soft hand on his shoulder.
  “I’m sorry.” She furrowed her brows. “Why would he do that? I mean… aren’t you close?” Thor fixed her with a puzzled look. “I mean you’re in the office all the time, so it’s not like you’re not working.” 
  “I don’t think you’re grasping the severity of the situation.” He said gruffly, watching as Patty rolled her eyes. 
  “Then help me grasp it. You’re not telling me anything.” Thor ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
  “You know who I am, yes?” He asked, and she nodded. “I’ve told you before, my family wants certain things from me. Well, my father did. I… I love Amelia. I wouldn’t change her for anything,” Thor began explaining, but he watched Patricia’s expression sour as his meaning became clearer. “But my father…”
  “I get it, we’re garbage.” She said angrily. “Loki just about said as much earlier.” She looked crestfallen for a moment, before the anger returned. 
  “I didn’t say that. I would never say that.” Thor placed a hand on her thigh, and Patricia’s gaze snapped back up to his sharply. “Loki better not have said it either,” He growled. “You are not garbage. Our daughter is not garbage. Don’t ever say that again.” He clenched his fists angrily. “Tell me, what else did Loki say?” He narrowed his eyes—Loki was always doing that, stirring up trouble where there was already too much strife. 
  “He told me about Hela.” She said, her voice soft. “I didn’t know you had an older sister.”
  Guilt settled in his stomach at the thought of her. He wondered how he’d just… put her out of his thoughts for so many years. And to learn that she’d come back, asking for help and been denied made his anger at Odin all the more bitter. 
  “I haven’t seen her since I was eight.” Thor replied. “She left when she was eighteen—wait, no. That’s not right.” He corrected himself. “My father threw her out when I was eight.” Patricia’s hand flew to her mouth in shock. 
  “What?” She asked, her brows furrowing. “Why?” 
  “I think… I think he found out she was gay. I suppose it upset some of his plans for her, and…” He trailed off. 
  “And you haven’t seen her?” There was no accusation in Patricia’s voice, but Thor felt judged anyway. It had to have shown on his face, because she held her hands up placatingly. “I’m just asking, I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me, Thor.” She said softly. 
  “No.” He felt the guilt grow heavier. “I haven’t.” A beat of silence passed between them. Patricia had obviously picked up that this was a sore spot for him, and gave him the grace of changing the subject. 
  “So your father did the same thing to you.” She looked angry on his behalf, which made the strange, angry tightness in his stomach release, just a little. “Loki already told me your father thinks we’re disappointments.” Patricia said bitterly, a small, dry laugh bubbling from her chest. Thor felt the familiar rage from earlier, and suddenly had the urge to seek out Odin and punch him again. Maybe a few times… The way he’d spoken about Amelia —about Patricia— was unacceptable, and if Odin did it again in his presence, he couldn’t be held liable for what he did. 
  “Yes.” He admitted, smoothing a tired hand down his face. “But that doesn’t mean he’s right.” He cupped her face gently, forcing her to look at him. “Patricia.” She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with the emotions she was too goddamn stubborn and ornery to confess. For a moment, he thought he saw affection but it was gone in an instant, replaced by other things. 
  She looked away, embarrassed. “Sorry, I’m just in shock that you actually… chose Amelia over your father. I know that was really hard for you.” Thor nodded. “How… how did he find out if you didn’t tell him?” She asked and Thor swallowed thickly. He’d never been at the center of a media storm like this before, but he did have plenty of experience with bad press. 
  “Idunn told some tabloids… that I’d gotten my mistress pregnant.” Patricia gasped audibly. 
  “What?” 
  “She had someone follow us. She’s probably been having them follow us all week,” Thor said angrily. “They took pictures of us at the zoo, that’s what the magazines are running with.” He watched Patricia fumble her phone out of her pocket. 
  “What do I search?” She asked flatly, and then shook her head. “Probably just your name,” she muttered. Thor saw the screen of her phone light up with her search results. Patricia scrolled through article after article, the look of abject horror on her face growing the longer she stared at them. Thor finally placed his hand over the screen, stopping her. 
  “You’re just going to upset yourself.” He said, and she looked up at him with a panicked expression. 
  “Thor, it’s trending on fucking twitter. ” Her voice cracked. “The things people are saying about me—about Amelia—” She stifled a small sob. 
  “I know.” 
  “My parents are going to see this,” She moaned, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyelids, sniffling. “Everyone I know is going to see this!” Thor could practically see her pulse skyrocketing. “What kind of—”
  “Idunn is a vapid, greedy harpy, and she’s angry I chose someone else.” Thor replied flatly. “Patricia, look at me. None of that matters.” 
  “You’re not the one getting called a homewrecker.” She said, crossing her arms stubbornly. “They always hate the women more in these scenarios, Thor. Don’t you know anything about social media?” 
  “No. I think Loki made me a facebook a few years ago—” Her loud laughter cut him off. “I’m glad that amuses you.” 
  “It does. It really does.” She heaved another heavy sigh. “I was kind of hoping to break the news to my parents gently myself, but I’m pretty sure they have twitter.” Patricia spat angrily. It was Thor’s turn to laugh derisively. 
  “You never told them I was Amelia’s father?” He asked, incredulous. Patty glared at him defensively. 
  “Well it’s not like I ever intended to see you again,” She snapped. “It made sense at the time. Everyone was asking me who the father was, where was he—what was I supposed to say? That my kid’s father tried to pay me for sex?” 
  Thor held his hands up. “I wasn’t judging.” 
  “Nobody knows, okay? I didn’t tell anyone, except Wanda and America.” Patricia said sullenly. “I was young, and I made a call based on the information I had available.” She fixed him with a glare. “Besides, I don’t think it’s fair to lecture me about this when it’s your spurned fiancee that made this news.” 
  Thor supposed she had a point. He couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of Patty flustered—it always did something to him. “Only because I didn’t want to let her and Odin make me the kind of man who abandons his child.” 
  Patricia laughed dryly. “Trust me, I don’t think anyone in this room would make that assumption about you. I’m just…” She paused, as though she was trying to find the right words. “I’m sorry that was a choice you even had to make.” Thor grasped her hand. 
  “Amelia is my family.” He said, running the pad of his thumb across her skin. “You’re my family. I chose you, too.” She leaned into his touch, but when he spoke, Patty jerked her head away, her mouth gaping. 
  “What—what—I don’t, Thor—”
  He knew she was on guard, that she’d convinced herself she didn’t want him when he knew she did.  “Don’t. I’m not in the mood to stomach a bunch of lies and excuses, Patricia. It’s been a long night.” The way she responded to him, the way her gaze lingered on him when she thought he wouldn’t notice, all of it betrayed her.
  She continued to sputter. “Thor, we’re not—!” Patricia took a deep breath. “We have no business being together, and you know it. I’m not doing the fake family thing, it’s not fair to Amelia.” She scooted away from him a little. 
  “Who says it’s fake?”
  “Come on . You can’t really want me. You don’t.” 
  “You seem so sure. Tell me something else about me, baby.” He purred, enjoying the way her mouth fell open in surprise. “I’m dying to hear more.” 
  “Thor, b-be realistic,” She said, continuing to put inches of distance between them as he prowled closer. “We hate each other.” Her voice shook, and her expression was wholly unsure. He almost laughed outright—she didn’t hate him, and she knew it too. 
  “I want you.” 
  “You just want easy—” 
  “Stop telling me what I want, Patricia!” He snapped. “You’re the one convinced you’re so far beneath me I could never want you. Perhaps you should consider how hard you’re focusing on something I never said.” He grasped her wrist to stop her from moving. “I couldn’t marry Idunn when all I think about is you.” It looked like his words had stunned her into immobility as he crept closer, pulling Patricia flush against his body. “Your face. Your hands. Your voice. You drive me fucking crazy.” He growled before pressing his hot mouth to her own. She whimpered against him, opening her lips when he swept his tongue against them. 
  Thor worried her plump bottom lip with his teeth, groaning when her arms wrapped around his neck. Patricia wriggled in his lap, the soft crotch of her leggings pressing hotly against the quickly growing bulge in his jeans. She mewled when he palmed the cheeks of her ass, kneading them roughly in his large hands. “So soft, baby,” He growled against her mouth. “So fucking soft.” 
  One hand steadied her hip while the other slid between them to slide along the slick seam of her bottoms. She shuddered, her eyes sliding to half mast. “Mmm, Thor,” She moaned his name softly, like a prayer. “I th-thought we were just ta—alking.” There was an accusatory note in her voice, but she ground against his hand, her expression just a little shameful. 
  “Oh, I’m talking baby.” He said lowly, flicking his thumb against her swollen clit through the fabric of her leggings. “You’re already so swollen,” he murmured, reaching up to tug them down her hips a little. The soft flesh of her vulva made him groan when he traced his fingers over it. “No panties? You’re trying to kill me, Patty.” He growled. A small smirk played at the corners of her lips as she leaned forward, inching them down further until he could see the wet, swollen lips of her pussy just above the elastic band. 
  “What a way to die.” She said snarkily, and Thor practically threw her onto the bed, and was on her before her body even bounced on the mattress, pulling feverishly at her clothes. He pulled them roughly down her legs, throwing the leggings carelessly to the floor as he slid between her legs. She still held her thighs together tensely. 
  “Such a pretty pussy,” He murmured, leaving a trail of wet kisses up her inner thigh. He glanced up as embarrassment made its way across Patricia’s face. “Let me see, baby.” He pressed another soft kiss against her trembling thigh as she parted them slowly. His nostrils flared as the slick, swollen petals of her cunt revealed themselves. A broken moan tore itself from his throat as he leaned forward, sliding his tongue against her hungrily. Patty’s hips arced up from the bed, but Thor pressed her down with a firm hand. “Gods you’re so fucking sweet , Patricia.” He rolled his tongue against her throbbing clit, sliding a thick finger into her clenching heat. 
  “Nnn, oh fuck , Thor—!” She writhed against his face, her thighs closing tightly around his head as she trembled. He forced them apart with a practiced hand as he continued, undaunted. He slid a second finger into her, groaning again at her tightness. 
  “You’re so fucking tight, baby,” He panted against her. “If I hadn’t already fucked a baby into you, I’d think you were a goddamn virgin.” She squeezed impossibly tighter around his fingers, almost like her cunt was sucking on them. Thor scraped his teeth against the sensitive skin of her clit, soothing it immediately after with a pass of his tongue. 
  “Oh God!” She cried, her fingers tangling themselves in his hair as gibberish poured from her kiss swollen lips. “Yes, yes, Thor, please—” Patricia soaked his face as she came, her pussy spasming around his fingers and her hips bucking against his chin. Her body was still trembling as he tore his shirt up over his head, ripping his jeans off with equal fervor. His name on her lips was the best it ever sounded, and Thor had half a mind to forbid anyone else from using it. 
  His cock was swollen and throbbing, the tip red as precum gathered at the tip. Thor closed his fist around it, thrusting a few times as he smeared it down the base. Patricia watched him, her expression both bashful and hungry at the same time. The button up she wore was half open, another lacy bra gracing her ample breasts. He wanted to see her— all of her. 
  “Take that off for me, baby.” He gestured at the clothing that still remained. Her moved to undo the buttons slowly, and the small smile on her lips told him it was intentional. He wanted to fuck the defiance out of her, have her wet and needy and begging on his cock. Thor groaned softly as inch after inch of smooth skin was revealed. As Patty reached behind herself to undo her bra, his eyes tracked the movement hungrily. Thor’s patience was wearing thin, and Patricia was tap dancing on his last nerve. His arm shot out, tearing the bra from her body with a sharp snap , and Patricia gasped with surprise. 
  “Taking too long,” He growled, pulling her toward him with a firm tug. She let out a mewl, arching her hips needily toward him. Thor groaned—he was almost tempted to take a picture, so that the next time Patricia was busily mouthing off about how she didn’t want him, he could remind her of this moment. Her, staring up at him with lidded, lusty eyes, her body spread out deliciously and his for the taking. How could he even think about marrying, about fucking anyone else? 
  Thor gripped Patty’s hip tightly with one hand and fisted his cock in the other before sliding it through the dripping, petal soft folds of her cunt. He groaned loudly, his head lolling back as he did it again. Her hips bucked against his grip, and the head of his cock popped just inside her hole, her pussy hurriedly squeezing and sucking at it as she writhed like she was trying to force him all the way in without his say so. 
  A ragged moan tore itself from his throat, and the thin thread of Thor’s self control snapped. He thrust home smoothly, his back going rigid at the feel of her walls milking the turgid length of his cock. She let out a loud cry at his roughness, but her pussy clamped down tightly around him, her back arching. 
  “Yes!” She gasped, her hands tangling in his hair, nails dragging along his scalp. Thor drew back and thrust in again, feeling the bed shake beneath them. A pleased grin spread across his face at her cries. 
  “Is it good, baby?” He growled, leaning over Patty’s trembling form. He bent her thighs down to her chest, pressing on them with his hands as he locked her into place. He thrust into her hard, pushing against her cervix with every thrust. “ ‘S like you were made for my cock,” He groaned, dragging his tongue across her lips. Patricia whimpered, her tongue meeting his as he sucked it into his mouth. Thor was dimly aware of the loud, ragged moans tearing themselves from his throat as he laid into her, the slamming of the headboard into the wall, and Patricia’s ever growing cries—but he couldn’t bring himself to care. 
  Let them hear. 
  “Tell me it’s mine, Patty,” He panted, continuing to fuck into her with wild abandon. Her body was shaking, her hands scrabbling for purchase against his arms, chest and shoulders. She wailed brokenly as his arms locked under her back, pulling her flush against him. This new position forced her to wrap her arms around his neck as Thor lazily moved her trembling back and forth on his cock. “Come on, baby. Say it.” He punctuated his words with a hard thrust, and her legs trembled as an answering gush of wetness soaked his cock. 
  “N-nnngg —Thor—!” Her nails dug into his shoulders, and he smirked into her messy hair. Patricia sobbed against his throat, her teeth bit into his skin. “It’s yours,” She moaned defeatedly, her hips still rocking against him as he fucked her. Patricia’s pussy squeezed tightly around his cock, despite the shamed expression on her beautiful face. 
  “That’s it baby,” Thor purred roughly, his eyes rolling almost shut with pleasure. “Let go. Fucking cum all over this cock,” He commanded, landing a hard slap against her ass with one hand. She clamped down over him, her body going rigid as a broken curse fell from her lips. She was squeezing him so tight he could hardly move, and Thor roared, his grip on her hips bruisingly tight as he held her to him. His cock jerked inside her, flooding her with jets of his cum. 
  They panted together for a moment, his hands smoothing over Patricia’s back and running his fingers through her hair. She didn’t try to extricate herself from him immediately, her own hands drawing idle patterns on the slick skin of his shoulders.
  “You… have got to stop asking me to agree to things in the middle of sex,” She murmured, and Thor chuckled. 
  “Stop agreeing to them.” 
  His cock slipped from her still twitching wet heat, and she laid back against the mattress, exhausted. Thor laid down next to her, his hand smoothing affectionately over her hip. Patricia rested her head against her arm as she regarded him with a serious expression. 
  “Please don’t make me regret this, Thor.” 
  Before he could answer, a loud wail interrupted them, along with the jiggling of the bedroom door handle. Patricia bolted upright, snatching up Thor’s discarded shirt with quickness that surprised him as he struggled to fit his feet into the boxer-briefs he’d hurriedly stripped off. 
  “Mommy!” 
  Patricia made sure that Thor was dressed with a sidelong glance before speeding over to the door, pulling it open. Amelia was on the other side, one hand clutching her stuffed elephant tightly, and the other rubbing sleepily at her eyes. Slow, fat tears tracked down her little face.
  “What’s the matter, babes?” Patty asked concernedly, her hands moving over Amelia’s face and arms, checking her for anything out of place.
  “I had bad dreams.” Amelia said, sniffling. She reached her hands up expectantly, and Patricia picked her up, seating her firmly on her hip. Patricia comforted her with soft words, dropping a kiss to her forehead as she cradled Amelia against her body.
  “I’m sorry baby. I know that can be really scary sometimes. Why don’t you sleep in here with us, okay?” She asked her, and Amelia sniffled again, her face screwing up in displeasure. She shook her head wildly. 
  “It smell funny in here, mommy.” Thor stifled a shocked laugh as Patricia’s face went pale. She gaped at her daughter, and then turned to him for help, her mouth moving without sounds. “Don’t like it.” 
  “Let’s go sleep in mommy’s room, Amelia.” Thor said smoothly. “I’m sure it’s… better in there.” 
  All three of them climbed into Patty’s bed. Amelia tucked herself into her mother’s arms, and Thor slid in behind them, wrapping his arm around Patty’s waist. They both fell asleep quickly, Amelia babbling quietly as she dreamed. Thor stroked a finger down her chubby cheek, grinning in the dark.
  Yes, he thought to himself, pressing a sleepy kiss to the top of Patricia’s head. 
   This is worth it.  
  To be continued...
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Pattycakes (Chapter 6)
Title: Pattycakes
Summary: Like they say, it really does just take one time... Patricia Hodgins knows that better than anyone. She’s got even worse luck when it comes to her child’s father: Billionaire playboy Thor Odinson. He’s selfish and manipulative; and Patty’s not sure which outcome frightens her more—killing him or letting him worm his way into her heart.
Pairing: Thor x Black OFC
Rating: Explicit
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 
Warnings: Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Mildly dubious consent, Breeding Kink, Age Difference (significant but not extreme), Stalking (light stalking though lol), Past Relationships, Class drama, Dad!Thor, Character improvement
A/N: Please let me know how you’re feeling about this fic with a comment or a reblog! Thank you 😘
This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk!
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Chapter 6: Ashes, Ashes
Patty finds it isn’t easy being “single” when Thor is involved. Thor weasels more... “agreeable” terms out of Patty.
Thor spent the entire next few days in a foul temper, and when Loki knocked on his office door, it hadn’t yet improved. He hadn’t heard from Odin or Idunn, and could only surmise that the latter hadn’t yet informed his father of his… transgressions. Worse still, he hadn’t had the time to make any progress with Patricia. There had been a strange sort of truce in the apartment since the beginning of the week, with Patricia dancing skittishly around him. 
  She was using Amelia as a buffer, though whether she was aware he’d figured it out was anyone’s guess. Thor had intended on slowly chipping away at her resolve with soft touches, expensive gifts—but that seemed to work better on their daughter than her mother. Amelia loved the tablet he’d gifted her, but Patty had stoutly shook her head, firmly stating that Amelia was too young for it.
  Thor couldn’t understand. He had the means with which to provide—why was her every response to his lavish gifts disgust? It hadn’t stopped him from allowing Amelia to play on it when Patricia wasn’t around. He grinned at the memory of her holding up her tiny pinky. “Pinky promise,” She’d said seriously, her little mouth set into a serious line.
  Thor threw his pen down in frustration—he wasn’t getting any work done, not like this. He took a sip of lukewarm coffee and grimaced as a familiar knock sounded through the closed office door. The person on the other side didn’t wait for him to answer, and the door slid open. Thor could feel his younger brother’s displeasure from across the room, and he glowered at him, stroking a frustrated hand down his chin as he regarded him silently from the doorway. I suppose that makes two of us.
  “Well? Are you just going to stand there or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Thor snapped, and Loki’s resounding chuckle only incensed him further. 
  “Honestly, I’m surprised you hadn’t fathered a bastard sooner, what with your… proclivities. ” he snickered. Thor gritted his teeth. “How old is she now, three? Four? Christ.” Loki closed the door behind him, leaning just out of the way as Thor’s favorite coffee mug smashed against the thick wood. He tutted at him, shaking his head. “Terrible aim.” 
  “Call my child a bastard again, and even father won’t be able to put you back together again,” He warned. Clearly Idunn had gone and run her mouth to Loki after leaving his apartment, though he couldn’t say he was particularly surprised. They were closer in age, and while Idunn had always had a... thing for men a little older, she’d tried her luck with Loki many times before. Thor cut his eyes at his brother, who was slowly making his way across the carpet, brushing small fragments of porcelain dust from the sleeves of his otherwise immaculate suit. 
  He wasn’t particularly pleased to see him, especially not with that introduction, but he supposed it was better than Odin himself bursting in. That would have far more dire consequences than just his personal irritation. A memory came, unbidden, swimming up to the surface of his mind from the murky depths of his childhood. 
 “Father, where is Hela?” Odin looked down at him disinterestedly, shaking his son’s small hand from his pants leg with a scoff. He straightened his bow tie in the mirror, and tucked his watch into his pocket, before sighing and rolling his eyes at Thor’s expectant gaze. He brushed past him on his way out of the master bedroom, speaking over his shoulder. 
  “She made her choice, Thor. As far as I’m concerned, you have no sister.”
  Loki cleared his throat, and Thor rubbed at his temples. He didn’t enjoy memory lane on a good day, and having them pop up unnecessarily now was even less ideal. “Fair enough.” He continued, holding his hands up placatingly, though his barbed tongue didn’t still in his mouth for even a moment. “I also thought you’d be smart enough not to let your betrothed find out about your…what are we calling her, mistress? Girlfriend?” He quipped, leaning against Thor’s desk with feigned disinterest.
  “She’s not… Gods, you’re such a shit .” Thor hissed. “Idunn is not my betrothed. I don’t recall ever agreeing to that, not even to please father. And Patricia is not my mistress.” Though in a perfect world… Thor shook his head. Though the fantasy was certainly tempting, there was nothing he could hold over Patty that would make her accept second place in anything. There was no conceivable future where he could have both his father’s approval and Patricia’s warm, lithe body next to his at night. Not to mention that he’d long since lost interest in Idunn, though he’d never deigned to share that information with her . He hadn’t exactly seen the point then , though hindsight was always 20/20. 
  “No, but she is the mother of your ba—child.” Loki corrected himself quickly, but Thor glared at him in warning. “Idunn called me a few days ago, I made out what I could from all her blubbering.” 
  “And you didn’t tell me?” Thor questioned accusingly. He and Loki were close—the closest out of all their siblings. He trusted Loki—though perhaps only about as far as he could throw him. Loki grimaced. 
  “I had to… persuade her not to tell father. It was quite a process.” He spat the words out distastefully. Thor looked at him in surprise. Though he and Loki were close, they still bore the same trademarks of Odin’s upbringing; they were fiercely competetive with one another, and it wasn’t a stretch to imagine either of them attempting to undermine the other, especially with such… lucrative information. Loki must have realized Thor’s shock, and his cheeks colored. 
  “Look, as much as I would love to see you get your due comeuppance—” Thor snorted derisively at this—“I thought perhaps it might be more prudent to help you.” 
  “And how do you plan on doing that?” Thor raised a single eyebrow in question. 
  “Well what; she wants money, right?” Loki asked, shrugging. “Isn’t that why she’s hanging around? So, we pay her off. People do it all the time. What, you think we’re father’s only children?” He snarked, and Thor rolled his eyes. He hadn’t met any of Odin’s... other children, and while their existence was relegated to hushed whispers, the thought of all the women he might have paid for their silence left a sour taste in Thor’s mouth. 
  “She doesn’t want our money.” There . He’d admitted it, both to Loki and to himself. He’d been loath to do so, because if he acknowledged it, it meant he had to feel bad about not letting her off the hook—but he didn’t. He still wanted Patricia more fiercely than he’d wanted anything … and he still burned with fury at her when he thought about how she’d kept herself from him. “I won’t abandon them.” He’d already laid claim to her— the only kind of claim that even fucking mattered— and now all that was left was for her to realize who she belonged to. Him. “I… I asked her to, er—”
  “Oh christ.” Loki hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he sat down on the desk. “You didn’t.” He rubbed his temples before dragging an exasperated hand through his thick black hair. “You said she was a fling, Thor. We don’t move flings into our apartments three years later . Along with our very much out of wedlock children.” The mention of marriage made Thor’s frown deepen. If Odin wasn’t on him about his work at the company, then he was riding his son’s back about marriage. The thought of marrying Idunn, and having to put up with her clinging, whiny behavior until death did they part made him gag. Not to mention the kids… He shuddered.
  The match with Idunn was already made, and though Thor had never treated her like a girlfriend—much less a fiance—he would be lying if he didn’t admit that both of their families had been waiting eagerly on him to pop the question since Idunn turned twenty one. 
  “I wasn’t going to leave my daughter in a run down apartment in Canarsie.” Thor snapped. “And Patricia… it’s complicated.” He certainly wasn’t going to explain the mired depths of his innermost feelings to Loki , of all people. “I intend to have her.” He said simply. 
  “And when father finds out?” Loki drawled, drumming his fingers against the thick wood. “Because he’s going to, so… will it be worth it?” A moment of silence passed between them, and Thor knew that like him, Loki was also thinking of their sister. Unlike Thor, Loki had never been close her. He’d been about six when she left, and now, over two decades later, they still didn’t know what had become of her. “Is she worth it?” 
  “The old fuck is going to be pissed no matter what I do,” Thor said with a grimace. Barring completely hiding Amelia’s existence (which was no longer a viable option), there was little Thor could do to avoid his father’s wrath—only delay it. Idunn wouldn’t tolerate being cast aside so easily, nor would she remain quiet about it for long. “I can’t very well hide her now.” Whether it would be worth it or not… remained to be seen. Thor glowered, thinking of Patricia’s rather difficult demeanor. But the sweet payoff… Instead of irritatingly painful memories, this time his mind conjured up images of Patricia; writhing and sweaty and full of him—
  “You know, of the two of us, I always figured it would be me that would go off script like this.” Loki sounded amused, which didn’t make Thor feel any better, though his assumption had frankly been true for both of them. “You know, go against the family, seduce some pretty little thing, knock her up and run off with her.” 
  “Sorry to beat you to the punch,” Thor replied dryly, not entirely pleased with Loki’s summation of events, though he knew that had Patricia heard them, she would probably agree that she’d been “seduced” by an older man. He chuckled lightly. Though, now that he’d thought about it, there was a certain thrill that came with their age gap. “I’m sure there’s still enough time between now and when father disowns me for you to knock up a college girl if you try hard enough.” He snapped sarcastically, rubbing his temples. 
  Loki snorted. “So when do I get to meet her? She’s the girl from the lobby I pointed out to you, isn’t it?” He asked eagerly, his grin widening when Thor nodded. “Hah! And to think, if I hadn’t said anything…” He trailed off. It was true, had Loki not attempted to taunt him, he very well might have remained ignorant of Patricia’s proximity to him indefinitely, he wasn’t the most… observant member of the family. “I’m just stoked to meet your bundle of joy, too,” He added. 
  “When I’ve got everything sorted.” Thor replied, shooing his brother off of his desk. “It would be… chaotic to introduce you now.” Especially while Patricia is so… wily. Patty’s behavior was unpredictable. One moment he’d think he had her pinned down without question, and the next she was just out of his reach. He couldn’t introduce her to the family until he could control her—and having to threaten her with legal action was proving to be as tiresome as it was effective, and he had a feeling it too would become obsolete as far as threats went. “What are you even doing here, besides being a thorn in my side?” Thor didn’t want to talk about Patty anymore—he would leave Idunn to Loki, who was far more underhanded with his machinations than he himself was. Idunn was petulant and spoiled—no one was better at playing to those than his brother. 
  “Can’t I just check in with my favorite brother after hearing an absolutely atrocious rumor?” Loki lied so easily, Thor wondered if perhaps their father had known something of his nature when he’d named him. God of mischief and lies indeed.  
  “I’m the only brother you’ve got, being your favorite is meaningless.” Thor grumbled. “What else did she tell you?” 
  Loki shrugged. “The usual threats, you know. ‘My father will hear about this’, and ‘I’m going to ruin you’.” 
  “How did you get her to stay quiet?” 
  “I told her her marriage prospects were already fairly thin, considering everyone knows how hard she’s been panting after you—and under you—for literal years. Said I’d try to talk a bit of sense into you, but we all know that’s next to impossible.” Thor chuckled a bit at the insult—he didn’t much change his mind once he’d made it up, that was certainly true. 
  “How long do you suppose you can keep her quiet?” He asked, and it was Loki’s turn to frown. 
  “A week. Perhaps two, if we’re lucky and she doesn’t remember that she’s angry at you while she’s out spending my money.” 
  Thor barked out a laugh. “You paid her?” Loki looked appalled. 
  “I did not pay your ex-fiance off.” He rolled his eyes. “I gave her access to my card as a… condolence for your transgressions while I ‘help you see the light’ , is what I believe I said.” 
  Thor wasn’t sure what he could possibly accomplish in a week. His father knew everyone who was everyone, and there was no faking the level of pedigree that Odin would require from any person who would be joining their family. 
  “A week, then.” Thor replied, feeling no better about the situation than he had before Loki walked in. 
  They chatted some about the Stark merger, and their acceptance of his revamped proposal terms. Odin was pleased with him, but no one knew how long that would last—it would likely burn out in the face of his fury at Thor’s indiscretions. When Loki finally left his office, Thor had one of the interns come and sweep up the broken bits of mug, which they did wordlessly, a grace he was thankful for. His wrath had blanketed the office for days, and no one was particularly eager to incite him. 
  At four thirty, he was locking his office door, and heading eagerly down to the lobby. Though, technically the work day wasn’t finished until five, being the boss had its perks, and one of them was leaving early to tend to Amelia. Patricia watched his time with her like a hawk, circling them protectively while he read to her, or played games. He thought back to the argument they’d had just that morning, when he’d declared over breakfast that he would be picking Amelia up from school. He’d been pushing Patty for it, demanding it in harsh whispers in the hallway as Amelia slept at night, oblivious. 
  I’m done waiting for permission. When has an Odinson ever waited for permission for anything? He thought amusedly, punching the down button on the elevator. Patty had fought him hard, of course, but she’d given in when he’d slid a warning hand up her thigh, squeezing it as he’d made his request again. 
  She’d acquiesced easily after that. 
  Thor felt a slight stirring in his loins as he thought about it—he couldn’t help it. There was something about Patricia that just made him want to take charge, to bully her. He hadn’t had anyone to help slake his lust for her since the restaurant, and his patience was wearing thinner and thinner every day. The doors slid open, and Thor pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, turning from the elevators and walking towards the entrance of the daycare. The receptionist looked nervously down at her folded hands as he passed, likely not wanting a repeat of the last time he’d picked up Amelia. 
  Good. He didn’t like people questioning him, which she’d learned thoroughly when she’d tried to stop him from strolling out with his daughter. Amelia was sitting in a circle with the other children, and it looked as though the teacher was showing them letters, having them name words they knew that began with the ones she was pointing at. Amelia was sitting eagerly at the front, practically jumping up from the carpet as she raised her hand eagerly. The teacher pointed at her, and she stood proudly. 
  “House! House start with ‘h’, Miss Robbins!” She said, running up to the board and pointing at the letter decisively. “Right?”
  “That’s right, Amelia.” The teacher looked up from the class, making eye contact with Thor as she smiled softly. Thor’s cheeks burned as dozens of pairs of small eyes turned to gaze at him. “Look, I think someone’s here to see you, Amelia.” Amelia waved excitedly before running over, and grabbing his hand. 
  “Door, l learn letters!” She gestured excitedly back at the board to illustrate her point. He squatted down, ruffling her messy curls with a gentle hand. 
 “I see that. You should go say bye to your friends and your teacher, okay?” He’d learned a little more about talking to her by watching Patricia—she phrased most things as questions, and spoke to her gently, regardless of whether she was angry or not. Amelia was endlessly curious, and full of questions. Why did she have to go to school on time? Why did she need to take a bath? Where were her fairy wings? Though it never ended, Thor had come to find it amusing, instead of irritating. Amelia nodded, and began making her rounds. She got distracted by her friends by the building blocks, but Thor allowed her a few more minutes of play time before he cleared his throat. 
  “Amelia, it’s time to get ready to go.” She heaved a heavy sigh, but scampered away to grab her backpack. Had she worn a jacket that morning? He couldn’t remember. It was warm now, but… Thor shook his head. How did Patricia remember all these things? One of Amelia’s puffs had come loose from its band in the time it had taken her to run over to her small desk to get her bag, and Thor knelt down, frowning as he tried unsuccessfully to bunch her hair back together. Patty didn’t yet trust him with Amelia’s hair, so most of the time he simply sat back and watched. 
  Once he was satisfied that it would at least stay until they made it back to the house, Thor grasped her hand and led her out of the building. It was a nice day, and while his apartment was a good twenty minute walk from the office, it was nice out, and he knew Amelia would enjoy the walk.
  “Did you have a good day at school?” He asked, and she nodded excitedly. 
  “I like school,” She replied, threading her small fingers through his larger ones. “And aminals, I like aminals.”
  “I like animals too. I think I told you my family used to keep horses, right?” He asked, and she let out an excited gasp. 
  “Horsies?”
  “Yes, lots of horsies,” Thor tried to mirror her excitement, and she grinned up at him, a little whistle sounding through the gap in her front teeth. “Maybe one day mommy will let you come see them.” 
  “I want to see them, Door,” She whined, and Thor patted her head comfortingly. “Door, why you pick me up today?” She asked after a moment, peering up at him curiously as they waited at the crosswalk. 
  “Because I…” he paused. He couldn’t very well say that he needed to spend as much time with her as he could, to make up for what he’d missed. I can never make that up , he thought bitterly. “I like to spend time with you. We’re a family.” He said simply, and a confused, yet happy expression crossed her small face. “You, and Mommy, and me.” He hadn’t gotten approval from Patricia to make that statement, but he didn’t much care. He was her family. 
  He’d been worried he would have nothing to talk to Amelia about—but that wasn’t particularly a problem, not when his little chatterbox could barely manage to finish one question before the next was fighting to get out of her mouth. 
  Just outside of their building, Amelia pointed excitedly to the ice cream truck parked just across the street. Thor had always thought he had strong resolve, and after a stern head shake, he knelt in front of her. 
  “No, Amelia. It’ll spoil your dinner.” 
  She reached out, and placed a small hand on his own, her wide eyes tear filled and her lower lip trembling. “Please?” 
  If the doorman was irritated at the chocolate icecream he was sure to find smeared on the walls of the elevator as Amelia happily slurped at her cone, Thor was none the wiser. Patricia wasn’t home yet, though Thor knew she would be there soon; she didn’t often leave Amelia alone with Thor voluntarily. Thor kicked out of his shoes, and padded down the hallway, grimacing when he stepped in a cold puddle of melted ice cream. 
  Dammit.
  He looked around frustratedly for Amelia, who was now sitting on the couch, still working on her treat. 
  “Amelia, be careful with that.” He called. “I don’t want mom to find out…” 
  “Don’t want mom to find out what?” Patricia’s voice rang out from upstairs, and Thor jumped. The living room had been dark, and he’d assumed that meant she wasn’t home, but clearly had been incorrect. Amelia jumped up, and ran excitedly over to Patricia, who was coming down the stairs. She was still dressed in her work clothes, well fitted slacks, and a loose, flowy white button-up. Amelia tried to jump on her, but Patricia successfully evaded her chocolate covered toddler, holding her at arms length. “Oh, I see. We went and got treats, did we?” She asked, laughing as Amelia bounced excitedly, nodding. 
  “Door got me ice cream!” She leaned up on the tips of her toes, showing Patricia her sticky face. The remnants of the cone were no more than mush in her tiny hands, which Patty kept dutifully away from herself. 
  “I see that, Mels, you’re a mess!” She said, laughing. Amelia giggled right along with her. “Why don’t you and Thor go wash hands, and I’ll try and… clean up.” She straightened up after giving Amelia a loud kiss on her forehead. Amelia scampered over to the sink, where they’d set up a small stool for her to stand on so that she could reach the faucet. “Good walk?” She asked Thor, who was stripping off his ice-cream coated socks with displeasure. 
  “Of course. We got ice cream, and discussed horses and the many things that begin with the letter ‘Q’,” Thor replied, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Usually by now, Patricia had changed out of her work clothes, usually sporting loungewear that wasn’t meant to be sexy, but made Thor’s eyes follow her to every corner of the apartment anyway. 
  “Good luck, the sugar rush is going to hit her in about thirty minutes, so… may the odds be ever in your favor,” She joked. Amelia ran back over with damp— but clean— hands, and Patty swept her up in a hug, picking her up as Amelia laughed loudly. She blew a raspberry on Amelia’s exposed belly, and she shrieked, kicking her legs. Patty put her down, and Amelia ran over to the living room, turning on the television. 
  “Going somewhere?” Thor asked, gesturing at her. Patty looked skittishly down at herself, before pursing her lips. 
  “As a matter of fact, I was . I was just… just about to ask you if you would mind watching Amelia by yourself tonight, I wanted to, er, get some drinks with a couple of friends.” Patricia swept a lock of curly hair behind her ear as she studied him. Thor was careful to keep his expression neutral, though all he wanted to do was tell her she couldn’t—which would devolve into more arguing, something he didn’t need right now. As if she sensed his hesitation, she held up a hand. “I can always get Melissa if you’re, you know, busy.” Somehow, the idea of her calling a babysitter when he, Amelia’s father was there, incensed him further. 
  “Do you not think I’m capable of watching my own daughter, unsupervised for an evening?” He asked, raising an irritated eyebrow. Patricia rolled her eyes at his mood, before leaning back against the island. “I don’t need a sitter.” 
  “No. I just know that sometimes, it’s nice to have a break.” She scoffed. “Should I do something for dinner, or—” Thor dismissed her with a haughty wave of his hand. 
  “I’ll take care of it.” He snapped, more forcefully than he meant to. “So… out with friends?” He drawled, enjoying watching the way her eyes snapped nervously up to his face. 
  “Yeah. Just some people from work. Don’t worry Dad, I’ll be home before curfew,” She said sarcastically. Thor reached for her hand, tightening his grip when she tried to pull away. 
  “See that you do.” He could feel her pulse fluttering against his fingertips, and for a moment he considered sending Amelia upstairs with her tablet and sinking into Patricia on the table— again— but stopped himself, releasing her. “Where are you going, out of curiosity?” He asked, and she swallowed thickly. 
  “Red Hen, in Union Square.” She said tightly, refusing to meet his gaze. 
  Patricia puttered around the house getting ready, and for Thor, every moment was torture. She changed into a slinky, fitted cropped turtleneck, and a sinfully tight pair of jeans, before sliding into a heeled pair of boots that exaggerated the sensual lines of her legs. It was all Thor could do not to take her upstairs and take her to task for daring to leave the house looking like that without him, but Amelia was curled comfortably on his lap watching Backyardigans , and he was loathe to move her. At half past seven, Patty crawled across the couch cushions, bribing a kiss from a thoroughly distracted Amelia. 
  “Be good for Thor while Mommy’s gone, okay?” She instructed, standing in front of the television and crossing her arms until Amelia mumbled out an affirmative answer. 
  “We’ll be fine, Patricia,” Thor replied smoothly. “Go have fun.” 
  He didn’t even wait for the elevator to go off before he had his phone out, messaging Natasha. 
  T: I need you to do something for me.
  N: Again? Spying on your baby-mama wasn’t enough the first time?
  T: You scratch my back, Nat, I scratch yours. What do you need?
  Natasha’s specialities usually fell along the lines of corporate espionage, but Thor knew those talents could serve his more… personal purposes, so long as he didn’t piss her off and send her blabbing to Odin about it. 
  N: A raise. 
  T: Done. I need you to follow her tonight. She just left here, said she’s getting drinks with friends. 
  N: Shit, Thor, could you be more vague? Where’s she going??
  T: Red Hen. 
  N: I’ll see what I can do.
  Thor repeatedly checked his phone as they moved from activity to activity, waiting to hear back from Natasha about something—anything. Reluctantly, he allowed Amelia to give him her “back up” fairy wings, and joined her for a dance party in the living room, before removing the device from his back pocket once again to check it. Nothing.  
  “Door!” Thor looked up from his phone. He vaguely remembered Amelia scrambling off his lap to go to the bathroom, but that had been about ten minutes before. Her whimpering wail of his name had him instantly on his feet, and looking about wildly. 
  “Amelia? What’s wrong? Where are you?” He asked, and heard her sniffle. She hadn’t gone upstairs to the bathroom, instead he found her in the one on the first floor, her sparkly leggings down around her ankles as she looked up at him miserably. 
  Oh Gods. The smell hit him before he was ready, and Thor gagged, clapping a hand over his mouth and nose. It was clear she’d had an accident—though that seemed a grave understatement. 
  “Door, my tummy hurts,” She moaned, her lip trembling. Thus far, Patricia had been there to deal with the more… unpleasant parts of parenting; this was the first time he’d ever had to deal with anything of this magnitude alone. Despite his disgust, he took a deep—rancid—breath, and knelt down, peeling Amelia’s soiled leggings off of her, and throwing them into the tub. Perhaps the combination of ice cream, greasy pizza and a small dance party wasn’t a good one… Thor thought irritatedly, though his movements remained gentle. He helped Amelia off of the toilet, and narrowly avoided being thrown up on as Amellia retched. He grabbed the trash can, holding it under her chin. 
  Fat tears began forming in the corners of her eyes, and Amelia began wailing, snot and tears mixing on her cheeks. 
  “It’s okay, Amelia. Everybody gets sick,” He said gently. “Lets get you out of these clothes, and into the shower, okay? I’m sure you’ll feel better after that.” She held her hands up, and he peeled off her soiled shirt as well, before bundling up her dirty clothes as best he could, and ferrying them to the trash. I’ll be burning that. Once she was sufficiently clean, Thor took her upstairs and helped her into her unicorn pajamas. 
  “My tummy still hurts, Door,” She whined, tugging on his hand. 
  “Okay, well why don’t we lay down and read a book?” he suggested. “You can’t move around too much right now, sweetheart.” Amelia loved reading, so it wasn’t a particularly hard sell. They settled onto her bed with a couple of books, but by the time Thor was halfway through the second one, she was snoring. Afraid to jostle her and wake her back up by moving, Thor contented himself playing on his phone. He’d missed a few texts from Natasha, and he narrowed his eyes, scrolling through them. 
  N: Your girl’s popular.
  Her text was followed by a picture; Patricia with four or five people, most of them men. Thor frowned. 
  T: What’s happening?
  N: Nothing. She’s just drinking. Talking. Seems pretty chummy with the blond one.
  Thor scrolled back up to the picture Natasha had taken—Patricia was sitting in a booth next to a tall, older woman, and a man close to her age. He was tall with short blond hair, and a friendly smile. His hand was on her shoulder, and he was turned toward her, animatedly talking about something while she rested her chin daintily on one hand, watching him interestedly. 
  She’s on a fucking date.  
  The thought made rage roar to life in his chest. She’d said she was just going with friends, but the idea that someone else was touching her, her laughing and smiling with someone who wasn’t him… Thor clenched his fists. 
  T: How chummy?
  Natasha responded with another picture. The two of them alone at the booth, clearly in deep conversation. Thor quietly removed Amelia’s hand from his arm, and padded out of the room, careful to switch on her night-light before he closed the door. He headed for the kitchen, snagging a tumblr with a couple of pieces of ice before filling his glass with brandy as he sat down to wait. 
  Home by curfew indeed.
  He could almost hear the hesitation in her next text. 
  N: You sure you’re okay? This seems… I mean I know you’re my boss (technically), but isn’t it weird having your personal fix-it-gal keep tabs on your girlfriend?
  Thor drained his glass and filled it again before he answered.
  T: If I wanted to hear opinions, I’d have asked Loki to do it.
  N: Yessir. Looks like she’s headed home, so… good luck, Thor. 
  Natasha skated by on his nerves just like Loki did—he’d known her since they were both young, and despite her skill set, he liked her. She was probably the closest thing he had to a friend aside from his brother. 
  N: And try not to lose your temper. 
  T: No promises.  
  Thor paced the kitchen, waiting for Patricia to find her way home. Though Natasha had said she was leaving almost an hour before, it was past midnight when he finally heard the elevator slide open. He heard a thump and a giggle as he rose from his seat at the counter, peering around the corner just in time to see Patricia stumble into view. She was holding her boots in one hand, clearly trying to be quiet. She hadn’t noticed him yet—probably courtesy of the alcohol. Thor cleared his throat, and the happy, dreamy expression that graced her pretty face turned sour. 
  “Oh.” She said slowly, as though she hadn’t expected to see him in his own home. “You’re awa—ke.” She hiccupped in the middle of the word, covering her mouth cutely as a small smile wormed its way across her features. “Oops.” 
  “You’re drunk.” Thor spat, furrowing his brows. Patricia didn’t seem to realize the predicament she was in, raising a confused eyebrow at his ire. She went on a fucking date.  
  “Duh,” She intoned, rolling her eyes. Thor slammed the glass down on the table, and Patty jumped, her gaze traveling quickly between him and the stairs. “Shh! Melly is sleeping!” She hissed. She didn’t seem particularly concerned with his anger, which only served to fan the flames growing inside him. The thought that she might have freely given to another what he was denied…. Made something snap in him. Thor stormed over to Patricia, grabbing both of her hands in his. She yelped in surprise, dropping her shoes loudly to the ground. “Thor! You’re gonna—”
  “Shut up.” He snapped, his tone low. Patricia quieted immediately. “Where were you tonight, Patty?” He asked, taking a step forward. She mirrored his movements, her breath hitching as he caged her against the wall with his body. 
  “I—I—” She was stammering, her nervousness getting the best of her. Sober, it was easier for her, he was sure. Drunk, however, Patricia’s smart mouth was eerily empty of biting words. 
  “Where?” He asked again, releasing one of her hands to trap her chin between his fingers. 
  “I went to the Red Hen, like I told you! What are you doing this for?” She struggled, but it was uncoordinated and sluggish. 
  “With who?” 
  “What business is it of yours—” He silenced her with a growl.
  “It’s my business when the mother of my child is out throwing herself at anyone who’ll have her!” He spat, and watched as the meaning of his words first shocked and then enraged her. She raised her free hand to slap him, curses and half formed insults falling from her lips, but Thor caught her hand easily. “I will be fucking damned if I watch you whore around with just anyone.” 
  “How fucking dare you talk to me like that,” She seethed, struggling against his grip. “I was with friends!” She let out a frustrated breath. “And if you haven’t noticed, I’m fucking single!” Thor didn’t want to hear anything else from her petulant filthy mouth—so he silenced her with a kiss. He groaned at the contact, loving the taste of alcohol still on her tongue as he sucked on it. 
  I’ll show her single.
  Patricia was stunned into immobility, which Thor used to his advantage, pinning her arms above her head with one hand as he used the other to stroke the outline of her breasts through her shirt. 
  “Single? Patty you’re mine.” Thor hissed. Her face was flushed, eyes lidded as she looked up at him, her brown eyes wide. “Whether you accept that now or later is of no fucking consequence to me, but you will know it.” Thor was everything all at once: he was enraged, ready to find the man in the pictures and fucking end him—but he was hot for Patricia too, wanted her to know her place and who she belonged to. 
  “Stop it!” She whimpered. “I’ve had enough of the mind-games,” She looked off to the side, focusing on something behind him as her head hung low. “You didn’t want me then, and you don’t want me now! I’m not a toy you can keep on a shelf and get mad whenever anyone else wants to play with it!” For as drunk as she was, that was a fairly good analogy. What she didn’t understand, was that it was wrong. All his life he’d been taught that he was most important. His desires were the ones that mattered—he saw no reason to deviate from that now. 
  “You don’t need anyone else,” He replied stubbornly. “Let me show you…” He kissed her again, feeling her lips trembling against his as she broke, opening her mouth to allow his tongue back inside. Thor couldn’t help the satisfied smirk on his face when he felt her hard nipples rubbing against the planes of his chest through her shirt. The traitorous moan that escaped her throat only made him press harder against her, sinking his teeth into her lower lip. When he finally pulled back, her mouth was swollen and she panted through parted lips. 
  “You’re a real piece of—” 
  “Patricia why do you fight me so hard when we both know you’re wet for me?” He murmured, kissing along the tense line of her jaw. He knew she hated when he said things like that, hated that he saw the desire she tried so hard to bury. Her eyes went wide with embarrassment, and she shook her head. 
  “I’m not—I don’t want you,” She lied petulantly. Thor grinned down at her smugly, knowing how much she hated that he was right. “You treat me like a thing , Thor! I don’t like it.” 
  “You don’t have to like how I treat you for you to want me to fill you up, Patty.” He said crudely, and she shuddered, licking her lips. There was no way she could know what she was doing to him, with her smudged makeup, and drunk, wanting demeanor. Thor was experienced enough to know a facade when he saw one—he’d been seeing them and breaking through them for his own benefit his entire life. Patricia’s lip trembled, and she let out a low whine. 
  “I hate you.” She spat. “I hate you so much…” She writhed against him when he attached his mouth to her throat, tugging the slinky fabric of her top out of the way. “You— unh— you make me feel crazy.”
  Thor felt a possessive growl rise in his throat at her admission. “It never felt right with any of them, did it?” He breathed against her skin. “Never felt like me.” Thor was cocky about a lot of things, perhaps unduly, but his prowess as a lover was not one of them. 
  “No.” She admitted, her voice whiny, guilty, and angry all at the same time. “Never….” She gasped as he wrenched her shirt up, pulling at the cups of her bra to expose her breasts hungrily. “Nothing like you.” This sounded less like praise than Thor wanted, but he let it go in favor of tugging the cups of her bra down until they tore. “Hey!” 
  “Cheap lace.” He grunted disinterestedly. “I’ll buy you something better, baby.” He palmed one heavy breast in his hand, groaning inwardly as it threatened to spill over the sides. He remembered what Patricia’s body looked like before Amelia—lithe and tight, now replaced with wide, soft hips and ample breasts that threatened to drive him as crazy as she said he made her. “Something just for me…” Thor released her hands, but Patricia didn’t push him away, her hands coming to rest nervously on his broad shoulders. 
  “This isn’t supposed to be part of the deal,” She murmured, letting out a whine when he rolled her nipple roughly between his fingers. 
  “Fuck the deal.” Thor snapped, sliding his hands down her body until he met her jeans. He popped the button open easily, before easing a thick finger down into her slick folds. She moaned, ducking her head in embarassment, which Thor allowed with a dark chuckle. “Knew you’d be wet, Patty.” Thor spread his palm, grinding the heel of it into the swelling bud of her clit as he drove a single finger into her cunt. “Always wet for me…” He muttered appreciatively, burying his face in her hair. 
  He’d waited so long for this, waited so fucking long to have her again, he was almost giddy. Sure, Patricia would probably regret it tomorrow, but he would cross that bridge when he came to it. She clenched eagerly around his digit as she writhed against him, whining. 
  “Thor, not here!” She pleaded. “The bed… please?” He felt himself tighten. Was she asking him to fuck her in his bed? Oh gods . He’d been waiting to hear that… Thor felt his cock press hard against the seam of his pants, and he inhaled her scent deeply, thrusting his finger lazily into her a few more times before acquiescing. Her pussy clenched needily at his finger as he withdrew it, and Thor moaned aloud, anticipating how good she was going to feel wrapped around him.
  He sucked his middle finger clean of her as she watched, openmouthed and panting. “Get upstairs, then.” He drawled lowly, and Patty scrambled to obey. She stopped at the top of the stairs, waffling between his room and her own for a moment, but Thor delivered a light slap to her ass. She hissed and rounded on him, but he held a finger up to his lips. 
  “Amelia’s sleeping.” He gestured toward his own bedroom with a nod of his head—he’d break her of that soon enough, but for now, this was good. He closed the door behind himself, practically attacking Patricia as he pulled at her clothing. “Off, all of it.” He growled, tugging her jeans down her hips. He stopped for a moment to admire the lacy thong that matched the bra he’d ruined, before pulling that down too. Patricia tugged at his shirt with shaky, feverish fingers, exposing his broad chest to her questing hands. Next, they found the bun at the nape of his neck, loosing his hair from it. Thor didn’t usually like people touching his hair or his face, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care when she caressed the strong line of his jaw gently. 
  Patty allowed him to push her back onto the bed, her kinky hair spreading around her head like a dark halo. She looked up at him through her lashes, her lips kiss swollen. The bites he’d left at her throat were already darkening into bruises, and Thor groaned at the sight of them. How could anyone expect him to go back to Idunn after having Patricia laid out so perfectly before him? Jealousy rose in him once more at the thought of someone else seeing her like this, and irrationally Thor wished he could have been her first, too. 
  Her only. 
  He wanted to ruin Patricia for others the way she’d ruined him.
  Thor parted her thighs easily, settling himself between them. He could feel the nervous energy running through her muscles, and he stroked them idly with his thumbs as he dropped a kiss onto her clean shaven vulva. She smelled so good , something that was earthy and floral but distinctly her , and Thor found himself pressing his face into the soft skin of her thigh to leave an affectionate bite. 
  Patricia tried to reach a hand down and slide her fingers through her own soaking folds, but Thor pushed it away before laving his tongue down her slit. 
  “No touching.” He instructed, watching as she rolled her eyes, but lifted her arms above her head and clasping her hands obediently. “Good girl.” Her breath hitched at his words, and Thor smirked against her skin as he parted her with two gentle fingers. “You’re soaked, Patty.” He couldn’t help the mocking lilt that colored his voice. “For someone who hates me so much , you’re very eager, baby.” 
  He could feel Patricia readying another scathing response, and silenced her with a long, slow lick; sucking her swollen clit into his mouth and rolling his tongue against it. Her complaints died in a ragged moan that made Thor repeat the motion, earning him another for his trouble. 
  “Oh fuck , Thor—” He slid two fingers into her, letting out a muffled groan at her tightness. He curled them inside of her, scissoring them as he continued to tongue her clit until her thighs shook and she was writhing beneath him. “Nnng— Fuck, I’m gonna cu-um,” She whined, bucking her hips against his face. Thor pulled away as she began twitching, and Patricia cried out in frustration. 
  “Damn it, Thor, no—”
  “I’m revising the deal, Patty.” He murmured against her, sinking his fingers into her clenching heat deliberately slowly, keeping her teetering on the edge. He circled her hard clit with his thumb, refusing to touch her where he knew she needed it most. 
  “Wha—? Thor, I don’t think now is the time—” He thrust in again, flicking the throbbing flesh with the tip of his finger, and she hissed, throwing her head back. 
  “Three years.” He repeated his original demand. “You’re both mine for three years.” He snarled, continuing to play her body like an exacting musician. She was practically riding his face, emitting soft, yet urgent moans as he worked her into a frenzy with his tongue. Patty’s thighs shook with exertion, and her back bowed up off of the bed as she started to crest again. “Say it, Patricia,” Thor growled against her. “Give me what I want…” She came, sobbing out her release as he watched. 
  “Yes, fuck—yours, Thor—” Patty went to pieces, shuddering and tightening her thighs around his head as she cried out hoarsely. All Thor could think about was getting inside of her, finally fucking spending himself in the wet heat he’d been thinking about since they’d reconnected. He fumbled with his pants for a few seconds before tugging them down and kicking them off, fisting the hard length of his cock in his hand. 
  “Oh God,” She breathed, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling. She sat up on her elbows after a moment, watching him crawl over her with heated eyes. “This doesn’t change anything,” She muttered as he settled on top of her, caressing her still trembling flesh with a reverence that surprised even him. Her breath hitched as he slid up her body, sucking a puckered nipple into his mouth. 
  “It changes everything.” He responded, reaching between them to drag his fingers down her slit, eliciting a small whine. Thor stroked himself against her, his eyes rolling back at the feel of her slick entrance against the head of his cock. “I may be a lot of things, Patricia,” Thor let out a grunt as he pressed just inside, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered to half mast, even as her mouth formed a petulant pout at his words. “But I always keep my promises.” He thrust home, and she let out a strangled cry, her fingers coming up to dig into the flesh at his shoulders. 
  “Nnnnn— shit— ”
    “Yes,” He hissed, digging his fingers into her hips hard enough to bruise as he bore down with heavy, deep thrusts. “Take all of it…” Patty let out a mewl as he bent further over her, holding her soft hips tightly as he thrust in and withdrew over and over. Wet sucking noises echoed around them, and Thor snarled, burying his face in the crook of her neck and sinking his teeth into the skin there. 
  How was it possible that every time he was inside her it was better than he’d remembered? It was unnatural, the way she seemed to respond to his every touch with honest eagerness. Patricia, as if responding to his very thoughts, reached up to scratch her nails down his chest, leaving sparks of pleasure trailing across his skin. I want to get her pregnant again. The thought sent even more blood rushing to his cock and it throbbed inside of her, making Patty moan in response. Her pussy clenched tightly around him, signaling that she was close again too. 
  The first time had been accidental, but to do it on purpose… Imagining her all swollen with his seed, his claim obvious to anyone who looked at her was enough to send him over the edge. “You need me to fill that pussy up, don’t you good girl?” He growled, thrusting in once, twice, before pressing his cock against her cervix hard as he came. She shuddered around him, her cunt sucking hungrily at his throbbing cock as she came apart at his hands again. Thor groaned, resting his forehead against hers for a moment as he came back to himself. 
  He didn’t want to pull out—it felt too good stuck fast inside Patricia’s wet heat. Thor rolled off of her, wrapping her in his arms as he laid on his back, keeping Patricia nervously straddling his waist. She tried to dismount, but he stopped her with a hand on her thigh. 
  “No, stay.” 
  She raised an eyebrow. “But… I should go,” She said somewhat awkwardly, folding her arms over her breasts as though he hadn’t just seen them. More than seen, he thought smugly. “If… If Amelia wakes up, she won’t know where to find me.” 
  “She’s a smart girl,” Thor intoned, reaching for the lights. “She’ll figure it out.” HIs tone brokered no room for argument, and though that had never stopped Patty before, she sighed. She wiggled her hips irritatedly. 
  “I don’t want to fight. I’m tired and my head hurts,” She said. “At least let me… get off.” She gestured at where their bodies were still joined. Thor was still half hard, and he gave an experimental thrust. Patricia bit her lip, silencing a moan. “Come on.” 
  “Fine,” He groused, though he thrust in another few times before releasing his hold on her hips. Patricia settled against him stiffly, jerking when he circled her body with one arm, tugging her closer. He’d never slept with Idunn like this—or at all. 
  Will it be worth it?
  ———
  Patty woke up in parts, slowly coming back to awareness through the haze of the hangover. She could feel her head throbbing from the sunlight that was coming in through the open blinds, and when she groaned in displeasure, her tongue stuck to the roof of her dry mouth. She flung an arm across her face, sighing in relief at the darkness. 
  A loud snore startled her, and she jumped, whipping her aching head around. Oh shit. She hadn’t forgotten the night before exactly , but it all seemed to rush back with shocking clarity, and Patricia moaned, slapping a frustrated hand to her forehead. He’d done it again. Convinced her with that silver tongue and busy hands, and now… What the hell did I agree to last night? She sat up slowly, rubbing her temples. 
  There was no way he could hold her to that, could he? Did it count as a verbal agreement when you were three knuckles deep in someone? FUCK. Patty glared at the sleeping man next to her, scowling when for a moment, her gaze softened. 
  No. She wasn’t going to waver, she couldn’t. Amelia’s security depended on her working out… whatever this was with Thor. He didn’t seem to understand that he could have Amelia without Patricia too—or rather, he didn’t want just Amelia, which was the worst part of all. She crept slowly out of bed, tip toeing across the floor over to the door. She peeked out—the hallway was empty. She headed for her own room, stopping for a change of clothes before making a beeline for the bathroom. She could still feel his hands on her, running so deceptively gently over her heated skin…
  There was a part of her—larger than she would ever admit—that felt... pleased at his jealousy. That he wanted her that much. Patty scowled beginning to soap up. She stepped out of the a short while later, hurriedly dressed in pajamas. Amelia was usually awake by then, but when Patricia checked her room, she was still sound asleep. 
  I guess Thor wore her out. Patty rubbed a sore spot on her hip and frowned. That makes two of us.  
  She’d half been expecting panicked phone calls for help, but none had come—allowing her to actually have fun. Well, until she’d come home drunk and Thor had pounced on her like a jealous, hungry wolf. It had been nice, drinking with her work acquaintances, and Peter, well… He’d been nice too. They’d agreed it would all just be friendly, but he’d been more than pleasant to talk to after everyone else had gone. And then… everything had all gone wrong. 
  Patricia walked over to the bed, switching off the night-light before sitting softly on the bed. It was already past eight, and Amelia was usually awake long before that. But today, she was still sleeping. 
  “Amelia, sweetheart are you feeling okay?” Patricia rubbed a worried hand over Amelia’s forehead. It didn’t feel warm. She stirred sleepily, rubbing her eyes. “Hey, sweets. How you feelin’? How was it with Thor?” 
  “I eated too much pizza, mommy.” She said after a thoughtful moment. “I dance too,” She added, grinning at the apparent memory. Patricia snorted. Clearly Thor hadn’t yet mastered the “do not feed gremlin after midnight” rule when it came to Amelia’s bedtime. No doubt he’d been intending to establish himself as the fun parent, but it had backfired on him, at least a little. 
  “Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. Did you have fun too?” Patricia asked, beginning to run her fingers through Amelia’s hair, undoing the tangles of the day before. She nodded vigorously. 
  “Yeah! Door is my friend!” She exclaimed enthusiastically, and Patty felt guilt answer deep in her gut. She needed to tell her, she just… wasn’t sure how. The last thing she wanted to do was traumatize her daughter forever, a desire that stood on a razor’s edge. She swallowed thickly. “Mommy?” Patty felt her daughter’s small hand on her face, and her heart melted. 
  “I’m fine, sweetheart. Let’s get you some breakfast.” 
  It seemed as though he thought that by virtue of sleeping together, the matter of their dysfunctional non-relationship was solved. Just because Patty’s body seemed to crave him like she had some strange addiction didn’t mean that she had to indulge it. It was starting to feel hard to label these as accidents, not when it didn’t seem like Thor was sorry for them in the least, and was actively trying to encourage her back into his bed each time she left it. Patty couldn’t shake the shame floating around in the back of her mind, either. How could she have done this again ? Allowed him past her defenses another time and let him work his detestable magic on her?
  Three more years of this…  
  That seemed an impossible length of time to put up with Thor’s petulant attitude and constant sexual pressure. And giving in… that was unthinkable. 
  Wasn’t it?
  Patricia’s mind wandered as she fixed a toaster waffle for Amelia, and cut it up into pieces for her. Thor wanted to use that time to influence her, force her to bend to whatever social pressures he himself had already allowed to run his life, and though the reward would be a cushy, safe existence, Patty wasn’t sure if the price was worth it. Not to mention that allowing Thor to treat her like a trophy would grow old. He was the kind of man who was thrilled by conquest, and if she just piped down and let him control everything, she’d find herself walked all over. 
  “Good morning.” Thor’s smooth baritone sent a shiver up her spine, and Patricia had to will herself not to turn or to tense, her posture remaining relaxed. “How are you feeling, Amelia?” He asked, stopping to give her arm an affectionate squeeze as he made his way over to the coffee pot. It was always easy to pretend when Amelia was there, neither of them wanted to cause her any undue upset. 
  “Better,” Amelia chirped through a mouthful of waffle. “Mommy braid my hair, see?” She said excitedly, pointing at the six large braids in her kinky hair, all finished with shiny bubble hair ties.
  “I love it,” Thor said, exaggerating his excitement for her benefit. It worked, and Amelia grinned up at him. She was fond of him, that much Patricia was sure of. He glanced up at her, his gaze hot, and Patty found herself swallowing thickly. How could he be so… hungry for her, as if he hadn’t just been buried so deep inside her that Patty feared she might actually never be rid of him? Just last night, in fact? She was suddenly glad for the birth control injection she’d been maintaining regularly since Amelia was born. If he could get her pregnant again just to control her, Patricia didn’t doubt for a moment that he would. 
  “Good morning Patricia,” He rumbled, pulling her close as he buried his face in her hair. She swallowed. He’d never been so forward in front of Amelia before and she was so young and impressionable… What if she started making assumptions about their relationship? He squeezed her tighter, and Patricia braced her hands against his chest. Thor grinned down at her. “Sleep well?” 
  “Just fine, thank you,” She snapped, pulling herself away from him. Patty didn’t want her brain going to mush at his touch again, so she would have to be more careful with herself. He wasn’t pleased, but he didn’t protest it, watching her move away with narrowed eyes. She could feel his gaze resting on her, her skin heating up as his eyes traveled over her. Patty hated the way her body seemed to know and respond to him—it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that she should despise him so much and want him all at the same time. 
  “Testy?” He asked smugly, fixing her with a knowing smirk. 
  Patricia didn’t grace him with a response, instead focusing her attention on Amelia, who was still going to town on her plate of waffles. “Mels, what do you want to do today? Mom has all day off, so we can do anything you like.” Amelia grinned at her with a mouth full of food. 
  “Wanna go to the Zoo, mommy.” She said after a thoughtful moment. “Cause I want to see the aminals.” 
  “Animals,” Patty corrected gently. It was late spring, and the weather was certainly nice enough for a walk around the Bronx Zoo. 
  “That sounds like fun,” Thor interjected, and Patricia sighed inwardly. Of course he was going to want to come. He wouldn’t miss an outing with Amelia—especially not one where he would get the opportunity to do a little bonding. Patricia couldn’t help but feel a little jealous at the way Amelia’s eyes lit up at his interest. Patty had only spent every spare moment for the past three years raising their child and keeping almost nothing for herself, but in waltzed Thor with his gadgets and goddamn bank account , and Amelia was just as happy with him as she was with her mother. 
  “Door can come too!” 
  Patty glanced at Thor, who was nodding, patting Amelia’s curly head affectionately. “Of course, sweetness. I wouldn’t dream of missing it. You know if we get there early enough we can watch them feed the lions.” He leaned down conspiratorially, stage whispering to their giggling daughter. Her eyes went wide, and she turned excitedly to Patricia. 
  “Can we go, mommy? I wanna go,” her voice turned whiny, a quality Patricia had noticed was increasing the longer they were around Thor. It seemed that was a technique that worked well on him. 
  “Of course, babes. That sounds like a lot of fun.” She replied, steeling herself for a day with Thor. He was handsy all morning—touching her arms, her waist, her hair— her only respite was an escape into the shower, locking the door behind her. She ran mouse and leave-in conditioner through her damp locks, watching her own face in the steamy bathroom mirror. She stared at the large purple hickey he’d left on the side of her throat, tracing it with her fingers. Patricia didn’t make the same vow she did last time—she was growing tired of promising herself that she would never let Thor touch her again, only to give in under the pressure of his knowing hands. 
  Patricia slipped into a pair of well fitting jeans, tucking a loose button up shirt into them before slipping her purse over her shoulder. Thor had volunteered to get Amelia ready, and she approached the kitchen with trepidation. Amelia had a penchant for picking out the most ridiculous clothes she could find, and with how much of a push-over Thor seemed to be when it came to putting his foot down with her, Patricia wouldn’t have been surprised to find her daughter in rain boots, a tutu and her swimsuit. 
  I’m actually impressed.  
  Thor had managed to wrangle her into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, which Patty was thankful for—more than appropriate for the zoo. She straightened up, looking at Thor. He’d dressed down, though Patty hadn’t much thought that was possible. Everything was probably still designer, but the unzipped hoodie, t-shirt and jeans were a far cry from his usual business-casual attire. “I figure we’ll hop on the 2 train straight there.” 
  Thor snorted. “Why? We’ll drive, it’ll be easier.” He said authoritatively, and Patty shook her head. 
  “Have you ever… been to the Bronx Zoo on a weekend, Thor? It’s going to take like… an hour if we try to drive. Trust me, it’ll be much faster on the train.” She knew he hated taking public transportation, like it was some sort of affront. But rarely, Patricia got to be both smug and right, and this was one of those instances. Besides, she wanted Amelia to know how to get around, and not be too snobby or too reliant to take a damn train. “If we buy our tickets online, it’ll be faster too,” She said placatingly.
  Thor looked like he was going to disagree on principle, but Amelia distracted him, grabbing onto his hand excitedly. “Door! Aminals, we gonna see aminals!” Patricia used that to her advantage in true Thor style, buying the tickets as he responded to her energetic chatter. 
  “Come on, the train comes pretty regularly, and we’re only like six blocks away.” He pursed his lips at Patty’s badgering. 
  “Fine.” 
  It was worth the irritation of getting him a metro-card and forcing him to touch the turnstyle, which he complained was “probably filthy”, just to see him jostled uncomfortably among strangers while Amelia continued to talk at him, completely oblivious to his discomfort. The closer they got to the zoo, the fewer people were on the train.
  “What animals do you like, Amelia?” He asked. 
  “I li-ike… bears. And monkeys!” She grinned up at him, and Patricia was suddenly struck with just how much Amelia looked like him. It was stupid to even try and hide it. Even though she’d done her best to try and erase Thor’s impact on her life, that too had been an impossible mission.
  The zoo was as crowded as Patty thought it would be, but it was easy enough to navigate around. Not only did they manage to catch the feeding of the lions, they got to see the bears getting fed as well, which Amelia was especially excited about. 
  “I can’t see,” She whined, standing on her tip-toes, trying ineffectively to see over the adults in front of her. Patty tried to make room around them, squeeze past the other people in the crowd, but she wasn’t making much progress. 
  “Excuse us.” Thor spoke loudly, his voice forceful and intimidating. Patty jumped, and the three people in front of them did likewise, making room instantly. I suppose it is helpful to have a six foot bully on your side, Patricia thought to herself, though she stepped into the new space gratefully. Thor swept Amelia up onto his shoulders, pointing down at the bears. “Look, see? They’re putting out the meat for them.” He said, glancing up at Amelia’s excited face. Patty was suddenly struck with the desire to take a picture. God help her, it was cute, the two of them together. 
  She wasn’t sure what had changed between them, but it seemed like he was eager to heap affection on her today. To show her he could be something other than surly and demanding, and Patricia hated to say… it was working. Rationalizing that Amelia would want to see pictures of herself and her father, Patricia quietly took a few, hoping that Thor wouldn’t notice. If he did, he’d preen, and she wanted… natural pictures. 
  Patty shoved her phone back into her pocket as Amelia turned around. “Mommy, mommy, see the bears?” She asked excitedly, pointing down at the enclosure. “Grr!” 
  “Oh my goodness, is that a bear? How did a bear get out?” Patty exclaimed, looking around wildly while Amelia giggled from Thor’s shoulders.  Amelia growled again, and this time, Thor took part. 
  “We’re just going to have to leave this baby bear at the zoo, I suppose,” He said, turning away from the bears as they finished feeding. “Any idea where I can drop her off?” He asked Patricia, winking conspiratorially. In spite of herself, she grinned back at him, before cupping her hands around her mouth as if she were calling to anyone who could hear her. 
  “Any zoo keepers around? We’ve got a baby bear here that needs to go back right away!” Amelia’s giggles continued as they walked. Amelia clamored down off of Thor’s shoulders to walk between them, holding both of their hands. For a moment, Patricia was tempted to pretend that this was her normal—a nice, family outing with her husband. 
  Husband? The thought made her stumble a little. Where in the hell had that come from? Thor was barely one night stand material, let alone husband material. He was good with Amelia— so far— but that didn’t have any bearing on their relationship… Did it? Seeing the two of them interact so sweetly was tugging on Patty’s heartstrings, and she was afraid for a moment that it was all an act. 
  “Door, I can have ice cream?” Amelia asked, sticking her lower lip out and batting her eyelashes at her father. She’d already learned how to play him easily, and Thor caved instantly. 
  “Of course, sweet pea. What flavor do you want?” Patty watched as he allowed her to lead him over to one of the stalls, pointing at the flavors visible through the case. Patricia sat down heavily on a bench, before pulling her phone out while she waited for them. The pictures she’d taken were still pulled up, and after a moment’s consideration, she forwarded them to Wanda. 
  P: look at your girl.  
  The first picture was from the side, with Amelia perched on Thor’s shoulders, pointing excitedly down at the enclosure. Thor was looking up at her adoringly, his handsome face bearing the first genuine smile Patricia had ever seen on it. 
  W: Awww! 🥺 My baby is getting so big. And is that Thor I see??? 👀You guys doing family outings now, girl?  
  Patty could practically hear the tone in Wanda’s text. 
    P: I can’t exactly tell him he can’t come to the zoo with his kid. Especially not when she invites him, lol.
  W: What ever you say. Just remember your mission: Operation drive him so crazy he leaves you alone forever.
  Patricia sighed. If there was one place she and Thor seemed to be evenly matched, it was in their tempers. He seemed less keen now on letting them go than he’d ever been. She’d been banking on him finding parenthood disgusting and time consuming—but strangely, he seemed to be adapting. Amelia certainly liked him—more than liked him, she trusted him.
  P: Right. I didn’t know that was what we were calling it, but… Okay. 
  “Mommy, look what we got!” Her daughter’s ever excited voice drew Patricia’s attention away from her phone. The two of them had returned from the ice cream stand, bearing not two, but three cones. 
  “Amelia said you like pistachio.” Thor replied, his eyes burning into hers. He pressed the cone into her hand while Amelia nodded approvingly. “Well, she said you like ‘the green one’, so I made my best guess. You don’t seem to be one of those heathens who eats mint chocolate chip.” 
  Patricia tried to hold it in, but the peal of laughter escaped her anyway. “You’re right about that.” She licked at the sides, stopping the melted bits from dripping onto her fingers. She caught Thor licking his own lips as he watched her, mirroring the movement. Her cheeks burned. “Thanks. You didn’t have to get me anything.” 
  Thor rolled his eyes and sat down on the bench next to her while Amelia clamored into his lap after shoving her own ice cream into his free hand. “Well I thought you looked so hot sitting here on the bench, so I wanted to refresh you.” He drawled, and goosebumps rose on Patty’s skin. She scooted away from him until their thighs were no longer touching. 
  “The last thing I need is ice cream,” Patty replied, though she continued to consume the frozen treat. She poked her own thigh. “If I keep this up, it won’t be baby weight any more.” She lamented, sighing. 
  “Though I don’t believe your body needs any work other than the work I’d like to give it—” Patricia’s hand snaked out to slap his arm in warning, glancing pointedly down at Amelia, who wasn’t paying the least bit attention to their conversation. “—there is a gym in the building. I can set up your membership if you’d like, since you’re a tenant now.” 
  Patricia cocked her head at him, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. “Do I have to… do anything for this membership?” She asked, and he frowned, rolling his eyes. 
  “Patricia, really. Stop treating me like a dirty old man every time I try to do something nice for you. It’s off putting.” Patty held in the biting retort that he was a dirty old man, but only barely. 
  “You’re not exactly in the business of offering handouts,” She replied. “I’m just being careful. I can’t really afford any more of your… deals. ” He chuckled, ruffling Amelia’s hair. 
  “Just because you don’t like the terms now doesn’t mean you get to renege on your end of the bargain.” Ah yes, here he was. The Thor she knew all too well was back— the smooth talker, the master manipulator. She wished he’d kept a lid on it for just a little longer, at least then she could have continued to enjoy the zoo. Now Patricia was reminded of the gilded cage she’d willingly entered, handing Thor the only key on her way in.
  Her face heated. “I’m not—! And I didn’t—” He fixed her with a look. “We’ll discuss this later,” She snapped. 
  “Indeed.” 
  When they got back to the apartment, Amelia was worn out and cranky, fussing whenever Thor tried to put her down. Patty couldn’t help the envy that flared to life in her chest at the sight of it. 
  “Mels you’re a big girl now, and big girls walk by themselves—” Amelia let out a whine as tears began gathering in her big, blue eyes. Patty backed off, watching jealously as Thor walked their daughter up the stairs and put her down for a late nap. It was already late afternoon, they would be lucky if her entire sleep schedule wasn’t thrown off. Patricia was on the couch, rubbing her feet when Thor came back down. 
  “I’ve never seen a child lust after ice cream so much,” He said tiredly, seating himself next to her. 
  “I’m pretty sure she’s got it in her veins or something.” Patty leaned back against the sofa. “She’s been a fiend for it ever since she was a baby.” 
  Thor chuckled. “I’d like to have seen that.” Whether intentional or not, his words made guilt settle in Patty’s stomach. Amelia had a right to know. 
  “I want to tell Amelia soon.” She said, and his eyes lit up. 
  “Oh?”
  “Yes. I mean… As hilarious as I find ‘door’, I have a feeling ‘dad’ might be easier.” Thor chuckled at this.
  “Thank you, Patricia.” Patty was struck by the honesty in his voice. It wasn’t too often that his words weren’t laced with some hidden meaning. 
  “You’re welcome.” 
  Thor went off to work on some things at the kitchen counter, while Patricia busied herself checking emails, and deciding what to make for dinner. Something buzzed loudly, and Thor cursed behind her. She peeked over the back of the couch to watch as he picked up his phone, frowning. Instead of taking the call there at the table, he quickly strode across the kitchen and living room to his office, shutting the door. She strained her ears, but couldn’t make out what he was saying, only that his voice seemed to raise in volume, like he was upset. Patty padded over to the door, pressing her ear gently against it. 
  “—not being reasonable, Idunn.” Silence. “And what did Loki tell you?” Another pause. “And that’s exactly what I said. You’re— fuck —you know what? Tell him. I’m done playing this stupid game with you, Idunn.” 
  Idunn… that was the woman who’d come to the apartment the week before. Patty grimaced. He was still in contact with her? After what she’d said about their daughter? Uncertainty grew in her, but before she could digest any further, angry footsteps pounded toward the door. Patty threw herself away, and sped back to the couch as his office door was thrown open, and Thor stomped angrily toward the elevator. 
  “Thor…?” She called his name questioningly, and he paused. 
  “I’ll be back later.” Was the only explanation he gave her, before punching the elevator call button heatedly. “Try not to burn down the apartment.” He drawled as the doors slid shut, barring Patty from responding to his dig. She rolled her eyes. 
  “Asshole.” 
  The doors dinged again, and for a moment, she worried he might have supernatural hearing, and was coming back to lay into her, but when they opened, it was someone Patricia had never seen before. Tall and lanky, with wavy black hair that fell around his shoulders. If Thor was smolderingly handsome, then this man was the opposite, handsome yes, but icy. Cold. He stepped out of the elevator and looked around, before clucking his tongue disapprovingly. 
  “Always has to buy the most expensive things. I’m always telling him money doesn’t account for taste,” The man said to Patricia, who continued to gawk at him as he kicked his dress shoes off in the entryway. 
  “...Who are you? And how the hell did you get in?” She asked, her eyes roving the room for potential weapons. As if he sensed her trepidation, he grinned at her. 
  “I’m Loki. Thor’s brother.” 
To be continued...
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Pattycakes (Chapter 5)
Title: Pattycakes
Summary: Like they say, it really does just take one time... Patricia Hodgins knows that better than anyone. She’s got even worse luck when it comes to her child’s father: Billionaire playboy Thor Odinson. He’s selfish and manipulative; and Patty’s not sure which outcome frightens her more—killing him or letting him worm his way into her heart.
Pairing: Thor x Black OFC
Rating: Explicit
Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4
Warnings: Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Mildly dubious consent, Breeding Kink, Age Difference (significant but not extreme), Stalking (light stalking though lol), Past Relationships, Class drama, Dad!Thor, Character improvement
A/N: Sorry it took so long for me to move this chapter over here, I got kind of busy, and just was feeling bleh, but I’m here with the updates! 😂 
This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! 😘
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Chapter 5: Rock-a-bye
Thor’s secret gets out, and Patricia is forced to confront some hard truths.
“Mommy where my room?” Amelia’s excited squeal echoed loudly through the large apartment. She’d kicked her shoes off as soon as they arrived in the penthouse, bouncing excitedly around the open space. Thor had already called the movers—and paid them too. 
  He’d meant it when he’d told Patricia he didn’t want any more delays. And when he hadn’t heard from her, he’d decided to go straight to the source. Why argue with Patricia over texts when he could do it in person, staring down her low cut t-shirt as she fought against the inevitable? 
  There was little Thor had ever wanted that he hadn’t gotten, whether through privilege, or by simply taking it, and though he couldn’t explain it, he wanted…Patricia. Amelia. And if the only way he could get them was by exploiting Patricia’s fear that he might win a custody battle, Thor wasn’t above doing so.
  He’d been so close to fucking her right there in the kitchen—it probably wouldn’t have taken too much more convincing—but his daughter’s riotous giggles made him second guess the urge. Besides, it was better to only push one agenda at a time, and it was clear that having Patricia’s obedience would take more than idle threats. You caught more flies with honey, as the saying went. 
  “I don’t know baby. I think upstairs?” She asked, turning to look at Thor, who nodded. 
  “Yes. Come on, I’ll show you.” 
  Amelia scampered up the stairs, half crawling on her hands and knees. She ran the few feet to the first door, pointing as he came up behind her, eyes wide with excitement. “Dis one?!” He hoped Amelia liked her new room—he’d spent time poring over every furniture catalogue he could get his hands on, and though some things hadn’t come in yet, he was fairly confident that he’d done a good job. 
  “Yes, Amelia, this is your room now.” He reached past her to open the door, and Amelia shot inside just as Patricia came up the stairs and rounded the corner. There was a huge bay window on one side, and the stark white walls had been painted a soft yellow, with images of horses running all along it—he knew she liked horses, and had asked specifically for them to be included. The plain light fixture in the center of the ceiling had been replaced with a hanging moon and star. She didn’t have a bed, or furniture set up, though the pieces lay against the wall, waiting to be assembled. 
  “This is a nice room, Thor.” Patricia said tightly. He could see she meant it, even if it was grudging. It was substantially larger than the room she’d had in Patricia’s apartment—it was easily double it’s size, with room for a much bigger corner for Amelia’s books and bean bag. The view—which she would only come to appreciate when she was older—was nothing to sneeze at either. The city lay spread out before her like a picture, the fading afternoon sun painting the room even brighter gold And that wasn’t even mentioning the antique rocking horse he'd stationed in one corner, or drivable miniature car in the other. He hadn’t quite been able to curb the urge to shower her with gifts—make up for lost time. 
  “You should say thank you, Amelia.” Patricia instructed, sighing with resignation. “Jesus, is that a mini Maserati?” She muttered, cutting her eyes at him. 
  “Thank you,” She repeated dutifully. “Mommy, where my books?” She asked, looking around confusedly. Her brows furrowed as she looked between the two of them, waiting for an explanation. 
  “They’ll be here tomorrow, with everything else from the old apartment,” Thor answered. He knew, of course, that that meant they would be sleeping with him that night, but he didn’t mind the thought of it quite so much, so long as Patricia kept Amelia’s tiny fists and feet away from his head. Instead of being reassured, Amelia’s face crumpled further as her lip trembled. “You don’t have to worry about them, they’ll be here.” He meant for it to be an assurance, but he could tell it wasn’t taking. 
  “But I want them now!” She whined, peering up at him with watery eyes before turning to her mother as though she would get a different answer. “Mommy!”
  “They’re on the truck, Mels, like Thor said. Mommy can’t get them. You’re just going to have to be a big girl and get by with the books we have for tonight.” Patricia crouched down and tried to rub a soothing hand across Amelia’s cheek, but it seemed she wouldn’t be deterred, pushing her mother’s hand away fiercely. 
  “No, now!” She argued, her voice rising in volume until she was yelling. Patricia knelt in front of her, trying to calm her down, but it appeared too late for that. Thor grimaced. Thus far, all of his interactions with Amelia had been wonderful. She’d been very good on their walk to the store, holding his hand, and chattering at him quicker than he had time to process it. Now, however, her toffee colored cheeks were red with anger, and she rubbed her teary eyes as she stomped her foot. 
  “Amelia, enough.” He said sternly, crossing his arms. His voice was loud and authoritative, with the intent of stopping her fit in its tracks. This only served to incense her further, and she burst into tears, wailing loudly as she crumbled to the floor in a tantrum. Oh shit. Patricia heaved an exasperated sigh, and glared up at him
  “Real nice, Thor.” She muttered, picking the screaming toddler up and cradling her to her chest as she continued to cry and struggle. “Don’t yell at her like that.” She snapped, stroking Amelia’s hair. Thor wanted to interject that he hadn’t yelled at her, but he doubted that distinction would matter to his wailing daughter and her irritated mother. 
  “She didn’t nap today, we’ve been moving around a lot, it’s no wonder she’s feeling testy.” Patricia explained, rolling her eyes. Thor could tell there were more words she wanted to let loose, scathing ones that would likely set his own temper raging. Her tone made it clear she felt the information she was dispensing was obvious— To you, maybe. He groused inwardly. 
  Amelia whimpered in her arms, and she grimaced. “Where am we sleeping? I’m going to try and put her down for a nap, it’s the only thing that’ll stop this.” She said quietly, and Thor fought the wide grin that threatened to spread across his face. Patricia had requested her own room—a request Thor had not fulfilled. 
  “Your bed isn’t here yet either.” He replied smoothly, not bothering to keep the smug smirk off of his face. Patricia glared at him, tight lipped and marched past him back out into the hallway, likely heading for his bedroom. Thor couldn’t help but enjoy riling Patty up. He hadn’t changed many things there either, and he saw her stop and roll her eyes at his massive bed before crawling onto it and laying Amelia down. 
  Amelia was still sniffling, clinging tightly to her mother as she tried to extricate herself. “Mels, I’m just going to go get your bottle from the bag downstairs—”
  “No!” She sobbed, holding tighter. “No, no, mommy!” Patricia looked up at Thor helplessly. Amelia had graduated from attempting to push Patricia away to refusing to let go of her, wailing. 
  “Can you get the duffel bag from downstairs, please? I think I have a bottle all made up for her already.” 
  “A bottle? Patricia she’s three.” He said disbelievingly. He knew little about child rearing, it was true, but surely three was too old to still be drinking from a bottle, wasn’t it? The vitriol with which Patty was glaring at him, however, spoke otherwise. 
  “Yes, Thor. Three. ” Her voice carried an air of finality that made Thor bristle, and he opened his mouth to respond—but was cut off by Amelia’s loud sniffle. He turned on his heel and strode out of the room. The bag Patricia had mentioned was sitting by the steps, and upon opening it Thor saw that it was full of things for Amelia. Changes of clothes, small toys, snacks, and formula for toddlers. In one of the side pockets, he found a lidded sippy cup containing what he assumed was Amelia’s juice. 
  When he returned to his bedroom, Patricia was seated cross-legged in the center of the bed, rocking a still testy Amelia back and forth as she rubbed soothing circles on her back. The toddler eyed him suspiciously as he crawled onto the bed on his knees awkwardly, holding her bottle. “Here, Amelia.” He patted his lap, hoping to entice her into sitting with him while she drank it, but Amelia let out a distrustful little whine and fidgeted. 
  “Come on, Mels. Thor went and got your bottle for you, what do we say?” She looked down at the fussy child in her lap. Amelia scowled and threw a frustrated little fist at the bed beside them. “Amelia.” Patricia replied sternly. “What do we say?” 
  “...Thank you.” 
  “Okay. Now do you want to go sit—” Patricia’s voice was drowned out by an answering wail as Amelia shook her head so hard her hair flew around it wildly.
  “No, don’t wanna! No, mommy!” Patricia looked apologetically at Thor, who handed her the bottle without further argument. He couldn’t keep the angry look off of his face, however, and he heard Patricia swallow audibly. Amelia calmed instantly, holding the handles on either side of the bottle as her eyes grew lidded. Patricia continued to rock her slowly, patting her back when she let out a sad little hiccup. 
  Thor rose from the bed, his fists clenched tightly. Why? Why would she react so poorly to him? They’d been just fine the other morning when he’d taken her out to help him get breakfast. It just… didn’t make sense. Thor narrowed his eyes as he made his way back downstairs, and over to the liquor cabinet. It was late afternoon, but it wasn’t as though he had anything else to do. By the time Patricia joined him at the table, he’d downed two glasses of scotch already. 
  “Starting early?” She asked snippily as she sat down across from him, her lips pursed with distaste.
  “What are you telling Amelia about me?” He asked bluntly. Patricia’s mouth fell open in surprise and she sputtered. “She hates me.” The bitterness he’d been trying unsuccessfully to keep out of his voice dripped steadily from his words. What he wasn’t expecting, was a surprised peal of laughter from Patricia, who quickly clapped a hand over her mouth as her shoulders continued to shake. Thor gripped his glass tighter. “This is amusing to you?” He spat. “We’ll see how amusing it is when my—”
  “Yes, Thor, your lawyers.” Patricia snorted. “You’re this upset because your daughter had a tantrum? Newsflash, Thor: you’re a stranger. ” He bristled at this, but Patricia rolled her eyes and continued. “Amelia doesn’t know you . It takes time to build that kind of relationship. You can’t buy it,” She replied pointedly. 
  Thor took another angry sip of his drink. He knew it was silly to expect her to latch onto him like she clearly did Patricia, but he still couldn’t help the burning jealousy that threatened to overwhelm him. In his mind, it was even less fair because Amelia hadn’t had the time or the choice to get to know him. 
  “I’m not telling her bad things about you, Thor.” Patricia said softly, reaching out to touch the back of his hand. “I promise.” He studied her face for a moment, looking for the lie—but found none. He hadn’t realized how much he really wanted her to stare at him with the same adoration until he’d found she didn’t. A
  He drained his glass and sighed. “I suppose I just… She’s my daughter too,” He replied, somewhat petulantly. Patricia nodded. 
  “She is, I’m not denying that.” Any more. “She’ll come around, Thor. You just have to be patient. Amelia’s a sweet kid, I’m sure…” Patty sighed long-sufferingly. “I’m sure she’ll love you in no time.” Surprisingly, Patricia’s platitudes did make him feel just a little better. Were it Idunn, she’d be sulking until he bought her something shiny and expensive. Patricia cleared her throat. “Can we talk about my bed?” 
  Thor rolled his eyes. Here we fucking go. “It’s not here yet.” He lied smoothly, declining to mention the fact that he hadn’t ordered it. It had been nice waking up with Patricia and Amelia, and even better to fall asleep with Patty’s body fitted so snugly into the hollow of his own. 
  “Thor, please. Let’s not play this game. I can buy it myself if you’re feeling too prickly about it.” Thor furrowed his brow at her jab.
  “I can afford a bed for you.” He scoffed. 
  “So what, you just don’t want to?” She snapped. “I meant it when I said we should be focusing on Amelia. Isn’t that the whole reason you’re doing all...this?” 
  Patricia was half right. He did want to involve himself in his daughter’s life, and he did want to be present for her. At the same time, the virulent desire to punish Patricia for her transgressions remained. Along with it, was the strange urge to have her wholly and completely to himself. He understood it about as well as as he cared to—Thor was more in the habit of assuaging his desires than he was into examining them. 
  “I’m doing this, Patricia,” he said smoothly, grasping her hand in his own and stroking his large thumb over her knuckles. “Because you owe me.” He could see the indignation and anger on her facial features. “Because you took something from me that I can never replace.” He would never see Amelia learn to walk, or to talk, there was no amount of money that would rewind the years for him. 
  “Thor, I—”
  “You what, Patricia?” He asked, bringing her hand up to his lips. He felt her shudder at the contact. 
  She snatched her hand from his to point at him accusingly. “Look. I’m not doing this with you, Thor. I said I would come here so that… so that you wouldn’t take her from me, not so that you could make me into a housepet!” Thor gritted his teeth. Brute force had always worked well for him, but he kept butting up against seemingly impenetrable walls when it came to Patricia. It would be much harder to force her hand with Amelia around, he knew. Perhaps it was time to employ the same technique he had with Stark—give just a little, to get a whole lot more. 
He wanted Patricia—wanted her as often as he could have her with as little resistance as possible. 
  “Fine.” He’d caught her mid-sentence, and Patricia sputtered, the steam going out of her in her surprise. 
  “I—what?” 
  “I said fine. I’ll have something here in an hour.” He sent off an irritated text to one of his many “assistants”, instructing them to pick up a queen sized bed from the closest Pottery Barn—it didn’t matter what it looked like, Patricia wouldn’t be using it very long if he had his way. And Thor Odinson usually had his way.
  “Oh.” She looked at him suspiciously. “Really? I-I can pay for it myself,” She said again, and Thor shook his head. 
  “I’ll take care of it. I told you I would, so I will.” Patricia’s trust— and her compliance— wouldn’t come easily. 
  When Clint finally came by with the movers, Patricia was almost as excited as Amelia, bouncing on her toes as they unloaded the bed. They set everything up easily, and when Thor brought a set of sheets for her, she was laying in the center with her legs dangling off of the side. She sat up to look at him quizzically. 
  “Thank you, Thor.” She said grudgingly. “I… Just...thanks.” 
  “You’re welcome, Patricia.” He deposited them on the edge of the bed, and for a moment, he found himself tempted to tug her forward for a kiss—but dismissed it. That wasn’t the relationship they had. He watched her struggle with the bedspread for a few amusing minutes before crossing the hallway back into his own room. Amelia was still sleeping soundly in the center of his bed, snoring softly. Patricia had surrounded her with pillows, which Amelia had prompt spread out over, her arms and legs sticking out at awkward angles. 
  In spite of himself, Thor smiled. Adorable. It had been a long day for her, waking up early to pack as many boxes as they could, and then sitting in the car while Patricia and Thor sniped back and forth at one another. No wonder she was tired and cranky. Maybe Patricia was right. He sat down on the bed gingerly, careful not to disturb her too much. It really was amazing, how much she looked like both of them. She wrinkled her nose in her sleep, and Thor grinned. 
  “Real cute when she sleeps, isn’t she?” Patricia asked quietly from behind him. She’d clearly bested the fitted sheet, and was now standing next to the bed, quietly observing their daughter alongside him. “Sometimes I can’t believe I made her.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her raise an unconscious hand to her stomach. Unexpected bitterness filled him—-he’d missed that as well. 
  “Did you… I mean, did you always want….” Thor trailed off, unsure of how to ask. If he’d been in her position, he couldn’t say he’d have kept a baby. Unmarried, fresh out of school… For the first time, Thor fleetingly thought about what it must have been like for her. Had her parents supported her? Had they been disappointed? He swallowed thickly at the thought; the weight of Odin’s disappointment was often crushing. 
  “Did I want an abortion?” Patricia asked, and for the first time when their eyes met, there was no anger or hurt in them. “At first, yeah.” She admitted. “But I couldn’t… I couldn’t go through with it. I kept making the appointments and missing them.” Her voice was quiet. Thor didn’t really know anything about her pregnancy—he’d never bothered to even ask. “And then I was a month and a half pregnant, and by then I knew she wasn’t going anywhere.” 
  Thor felt another pang of jealousy. He’d never gotten to see her pregnant, to go to ultrasounds or feel the baby kick. Would I have gone if I’d known? He shook his head. It didn’t matter what he would have done—because he’d never gotten the chance to do it. He wondered if she’d known the baby’s gender before the birth or after. 
  Patricia moved forward, leaning past him to reach for Amelia. She fussed a little, but Amelia hushed her, cradling her in her arms as she fell quickly back asleep. 
  “Thank you again for the bed, Thor.” Her thanks were earnest.
  He heard her door close behind him, and her footsteps faded.
  —
  The next morning, Thor was woken from sleep by the smell of food cooking. He didn’t usually keep the fridge or pantry particularly well stocked, considering he ate out for almost every meal. He frowned, before padding blearily down the stairs. He didn’t normally work Mondays—a caveat of his long weekends, usually spent drinking more alcohol than he cared to remember. It was early for him—before eight—and he rounded the corner into the open kitchen.
  Sausage?
  Patricia was standing in his kitchen, flipping sausage links in a pan while Amelia chattered at the breakfast bar, swinging her legs wildly. 
  “Door! Mommy, Door is here!” She pointed at him, her eyes wide. Thor was tired and he’d woken up feeling particularly cranky, but Amelia was as chipper and excitable as always, paying little heed to his sour mood. Patricia turned to look at him over her shoulder, and Thor felt his mood worsen as she raised a judgmental eyebrow at him. He was tempted again to take her to task, wipe the smug look from her pretty face and make her beg —but Amelia was all too present. 
  “I see him, Mels. What do we say? Good morning, Thor.” Patricia instructed, looking over her shoulder first at Amelia, and then at him. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, her legs and feet bare. Her curly hair was piled messily on top of her head, and round glasses that Thor had never seen her wear before were perched on the edge of her slightly upturned nose. 
  “Good morning, Patricia. Gone grocery shopping, I see.” He said, and she snickered. 
  “Someone had to, this house was emptier than a Mets game.” She replied without missing a beat, glancing at him over her shoulder. 
  “Goo’ Mornin!” Amelia chirped, turning to smile brightly at him, all yesterday’s animosity completely forgotten. She whirled back to her mother, her mouth going a mile a minute. “Mommy I have school today?”
  “Of course you have school today, Mels. It’s Monday. You have to go to school, and Mommy and Thor have to go to work,” She explained. Patty muttered something Thor didn’t quite catch, though he could parse out the phrase “real work” from her grumbling. He felt ire rise in his chest, but he calmed himself. 
  Long con. You’re playing the long con.  
  Patricia brought over a small, colored plastic plate with Amelia’s blunted cutlery on it, and began cutting up her food when Thor stopped her. 
  “I’ll do it. You get ready.” He said, watching her narrow her eyes suspiciously at him. She didn’t fight him on it in front of Amelia, relinquishing the fork and knife wthout a fight. 
  “Oh. Um, okay. Thank you?” It came out as a question, and Thor nodded his head graciously. Patricia lingered for a moment, puttering around the kitchen as she watched them out of the corner of her eye. 
  “You go to work?” Amelia asked him curiously as she chewed. 
  “You should wait until you’re done chewing to talk to people, Amelia. But yes, I’m going to work today.” She chewed thoughtfully, still swinging her little legs. She swallowed before speaking again. “Like your mother.” 
  “Where?”
  “Um. I work in the same building as your school, Amelia. My father owns it.” Her eyes widened, and Thor was surprised by the spark of pride he felt in his chest at her amazed expression. If only your mother was as easily impressed. He continued to cut up her eggs, and sliced the sausage into little pieces. 
  “Wow!” He held the fork out for her, and Amelia grasped it with clumsy fingers. “I like school.” Thor had never really… spoken to a child before. Things he found obvious were completely new to her, but he found the glow in her eyes as she discovered new information to be strangely precious. 
  “What, er… what are you learning in school?” He asked, taking a bite of his own food. Good.  
  “Show and tell! I like show and tell,” Amelia bounced in her seat. “And shapes! Dass a square,” She replied proudly as she pointed at one of the pictures on the wall. Thor heard the shower start upstairs, indicating that Patricia for now, at least, couldn’t interfere. Amelia puffed her little chest out, and Thor got the indication that he was supposed to be impressed, and acted accordingly. 
  “Wow!” He replied in a booming voice, enjoying it when she slapped her tiny hands over her mouth as she giggled. “You’re so smart!” Amelia preened—she was a proud little thing, and it reminded him of himself. There were other similarities, ones he kept noticing the longer he was around her. Her stubbornness, the squared set of her jaw. It was more obvious than ever that Amelia was his— How Patricia thought she could deny the obvious is beyond me. Though he knew Patricia would frown on this line of questioning, she wasn’t there to object. “Amelia, can you tell me about your family?” 
  “Mommy!” She chirped, and Thor nodded, smiling. 
  “Very good. Who else is in your family?” He asked patiently, stroking her head affectionately, testing a loose curl between his fingers. It was looser than her mothers, but still just as soft. 
  “Gramma, and Gampa,” She said slowly, her face screwing up slightly as she thought. “Auntie Wanda! And ‘Merica!” She still hasn’t told her. Thor kept his displeasure off of his face, though it wasn’t easy. Of course Patricia hadn’t told Amelia yet—it was clear her goal was to drive him away before it ever mattered. But Thor was just as, if not more, stubborn than she was, and it would take more than that to keep him from his daughter, now that he knew he had one. the 
  “And what about your father? Daddy?” He asked, and Amelia furrowed her brows in confusion. “Where is he?” 
  “I don’t… I don’t know,” she grimaced. She was fidgeting, glancing all around the room as she frowned. She sniffled, and Thor cursed inwardly. It seemed like this was something Amelia had never really questioned before. He hadn’t meant to upset her, only gauge what she thought. 
  “Mels, what’s wrong?” Patricia’s worried voice came from behind him. Thor turned to see her, a towel wrapped around her body and her hair damp and dripping. “Thor, why is she so upset?” Amelia hopped down from the breakfast bar and ran over to her mother, attaching herself to one of her legs as Patricia glared at him accusingly. 
  “Thor, I was gone ten minutes! ” She hissed. “She looks like she’s about to cry!” It was true, Amelia didn’t really have the words to communicate her confusion, and it was making her upset. Amelia looked tearfully up at her mother. 
  “Mommy, where is Daddy?” 
  ———
  Patricia fumed the entire way to work, and had to fight from cursing when the Asgard building came into view. Amelia bounced excitedly; ready for school, her previous upset already forgotten. 
  “Where is daddy?”
  Patricia had sputtered at her question. Of course Amelia knew about families—they had at least two books about them, packed away in boxes somewhere. She knew about parents, and siblings, but… Patricia had been careful. She made it clear who Amelia’s family was—grandmother, grandfather, her. America and Wanda too—but not Thor. And when Amelia had looked up at her and asked that seemingly simple question, Patricia had been caught between a rock and a hard place. 
  She’d scowled at Thor, whose attempt at placid innocence would have been laughable had it not been painstakingly clear that he was the one who had set Amelia on this course of thought in the first place. Patty wanted to scream—why was he doing this? Was it just to torture her? Had she really done so wrong by keeping her pregnancy from him? Her mind was going around and around in circles, each thought biting the tail of the last. Maybe it had been cruel and selfish, but his current behavior made her feel fairly justified in doing so. 
  He’d been successful in forcing her between a rock and a hard place. If she lied, he would he angry—Patty had swallowed thickly at the thought of his ire. And if she told the truth, there was no way Amelia would be in any shape to go to school today. 
  “He’s… it’s complicated, Amelia. You have a dad, sweetheart.” That reassurance seemed to satisfy her daughter’s worry, and her lip stopped trembling, though she wasn’t quite as bouncy as she had been when Patricia had gotten her up for breakfast just a short while before. Thor hadn’t come with her to drop Amelia off, apparently satisfied with the chaos he’d already managed to sow at seven thirty in the morning. I want to wipe that smug look off his disgustingly handsome face.
  It wasn’t the thought itself that made Patricia start as she ushered Amelia into daycare, but the unnecessary descriptor she’d attached to it without meaning to. Of course Thor was handsome… Her cheeks flamed. 
  “Sorry, we’re a little late this morning,” She said quietly, watching Amelia skip forward past the reception desk and over to one of the small learning areas where other children were being read to as they sat quietly. The receptionist shrugged. 
  “No problem, Miss Hodgins. We’ll see you at pick-up.” 
  The rest of Patty’s day was a blur of activity—sorting new art, returning phone calls. She completed each task mindlessly, her thoughts scattered elsewhere. How do I tell her? The time was rapidly approaching when she would no longer be able to conceal who exactly Thor was to Amelia, and if she didn’t want her daughter to resent her forever, she needed to figure out the best way to do so. 
  Patricia bitterly found herself wondering how Thor would continue to punish her when he could no longer hold Amelia’s hidden parentage over her head—no doubt he would find something. Suddenly, her mind conjured the image of Thor reading to Amelia, her tiny body tucked beside his on the bean bag, bright eyes watching him with rapt attention. In spite of everything, Patricia felt herself melt, just a little. At the very least, it was amusing to watch him attempt to keep up with their daughter’s rapid fire questions, ever changing moods, and seemingly never-ending well of energy. 
  “Patricia, we’ve got some Klein pieces being delivered this evening, do you think you could stay an extra hour or two?” One of the other consultants was poking his head into the back office when she looked up, a pleading expression on his face. “Peggy’s leaving early to take the Judas to the MET for the opening tonight, and I have to go with her to help. You’re the only one who’ll still be around.” 
  Patricia liked Peter Quill well enough as a coworker, and though they were relatively close in age, she often found him just a tad scatterbrained, not to mention immature. Patricia glanced up at the clock—only twenty minutes before the gallery closed. She’d only been working there a few weeks, not long enough to have a standing relationship with anyone. Peter had been there for years—an expert at appraisals. Saying no to him could have consequences. Patricia swallowed nervously. She’d be cutting it close to pick up Amelia, but…
  “Um, sure. I think I can stay. How many pieces are we expecting? Evelynne didn’t say.” 
  He grinned charmingly at her. “You’re a lifesaver, Patty.” Patricia waved him off, shaking her head. “No, seriously. I’m the idiot who double-booked myself.” He joked self-deprecatingly, jerking his thumb in his own direction. “Just two. Delivery guy said they’d probably be here before five.” 
  “No worries, Peter. My pleasure.” Peter crossed the room in two long strides, sweeping Patricia up in a bear hug. She squeaked with surprise, before awkwardly returning the gesture. He released her after a moment, and as Patricia was smoothing her skirt, he leaned against the desk. 
  “Let me repay you. Dinner? Drinks? On me.” 
  “Peter… I don’t really know, I mean you really don’t have to,” she sputtered. He was handsome, funny… But Patty wasn’t one to date her coworkers. Peter held his hands up placatingly. 
  “Totally platonic, I promise,” He replied evenly, lifting his hand to draw an “x” over his heart. “Scouts honor. There’s a couple of us going, a couple of the other consultants, Drax and Gamora. Plus, you know, boss lady’ll be there too.” Patricia felt her shoulders practically sag with relief. She didn’t know if she could take another presence in her close personal life right now—between Amelia and Thor, there wasn’t much of Patricia left to go around if she was being honest. As much as she disliked the father of her child, she couldn’t deny that he occupied more space than she wanted to allow, both physically and in her thoughts. 
  “Well I hope you’re an honorable scout, because I could definitely use a drink. How’s Friday?” She asked, and he nodded. 
  “Be prepared to be serenaded, Drax gets very romantic when he’s drunk. Thanks again, Patty!” He replied, before heading back out of the storeroom. It would be nice to have a night away from Amelia that didn’t included getting the crap grilled out of her by Thor—it would be a welcome respite. 
  Patty finished up her cataloguing, and then headed back to the front desk to wait for the delivery. Johann Klein was no small name in their gallery—a small, Sokovian artist who had gained international fame when his work was featured in a cultural exhibit at the Louvre. No coincidence that he was Wanda’s favorite artist, as a fellow Sokovian—even if she’d been in the states since she was ten. 
  P: We’re getting some Klein pieces in tonight, thought you might want to know so you could come see them, fangirl
  Wanda responded to Patricia’s ribbing almost instantly. 
  W: 🙄 not responding to that. OOOOOOH!! I’ll be there. When’s the gallery open until??? I wanna see! 
  P: We’re closed for the night but we’re open late Thursday. I’ll bring your child, she’s been dying to see you
  W: it’s a date 😘
  It was only half past four, and Patricia amused herself by scrolling on her phone until after five, when she began to feel a little impatient. The daycare closed at six, and while there was no hard rule about pick-up time, Patricia knew that it was likely Amelia wouldn’t have many other children to play with by now, if any were left at all.  Fuck. If she’d still been in Long Island, it wouldn’t have been difficult to have her mother or father pick Amelia up, but it would take over an hour to drive in during rush hour traffic, and Amelia certainly couldn’t wait that long. 
  The last thing Patricia wanted to do was call Thor, but there weren’t many options. As the clock struck half past five, Patricia sighed in defeat, before reluctantly tapping Thor’s contact info. She’d saved his name under Asshole , with several cursing emojis after it. It was childish, but it still made her giggle just a little before she pressed the call button. 
  It rang once, twice, three times before being silenced, and Patricia was abruptly sent to voicemail. She narrowed her brows. Did he just… screen my call? Pursing her lips, Patricia tried again. 
  It took three more calls before Thor’s irritated voice boomed out of the receiver. 
  “What?” He snapped. Patricia could hear what sounded like rustling, and a quiet, feminine giggle, and she rolled her eyes and clenched her jaw. “I’m… in the middle of something.” 
  Balls deep in some one , more like. Patricia didn’t like the spark of jealousy that burned on her tongue as she spoke. 
  “I need you to pick Amelia up from school, Thor.” She said quietly. “I had to stay late at work, and I’m worried I won’t be there by the time they need to close at six.” She heard Thor snort. 
  “I’m busy. ” Another little laugh. The woman said something too quiet to hear, and Patricia could hear movement. 
  Patty knew it probably wasn’t wise to push him. She’d been on the receiving end of his ire since they’d reconnected, and she wasn’t stupid. Patricia knew that she’d only experienced a small portion of his wrath, and was loath to see him follow through on all of his idle threats. But Patricia’s maternal instincts had already begun kicking in, and she wasn’t about to back down now, not when her daughter needed him. 
  “You don’t just get to be a parent when it’s fucking fun, Thor!” She shouted, slamming her hand against the desk so hard she knew he had to have heard it through the phone. “Amelia is alone at daycare, and she needs her father to come get her! If this isn’t what you wanted, you should have left us in fucking Canarsie, we were doing fine without you!” She seethed, her heart racing. She was prepared for the barrage of condescending insults, but he only levied a heavy sigh at her after a few seconds of silence. 
  “I’ll be there.” 
  Patricia ended the call without saying anything further. Her pulse was still racing, her blood roaring in her ears. This was only a small victory, but Patricia felt the pleasure course through her just the same. It was ten to six when the delivery men finally got there, and after six thirty when Patricia had finished logging the paintings into the system, and locked them away safely in the vault all the way at the back of the gallery. 
  She didn’t bother with the train that evening, and simply called a taxi back to Thor’s luxurious apartment. Patricia wondered if she would ever think of it as home. Thor had all the taste of a rich, urban socialite, and though his apartment was gorgeous , it wasn’t… homey, or welcoming. It was cold and impersonal—a perfect reflection of its owner. He hadn’t responded as to whether he’d picked Amelia up or not, but as it was almost seven, she assumed he had. 
  The lobby was almost as sparse and minimal as Thor’s apartment, and the security guard eyed her suspiciously as she fumbled with the card key for the penthouse elevator. I know I don’t belong here either, buddy, Patricia thought bad naturedly as she punched the “close door” button harder than she needed to. When she finally reached the top, the doors slid open and her ears were immediately assailed with Amelia’s excited shrieks. 
  Yep, he got her alright. Patty kicked her shoes off, and padded towards the sounds with stockinged feet. Thor and Amelia were in the living room, and from the looks of things, it had only taken her just over an hour to utterly destroy his simple, clean living space. There were some boxes piled up against the distant walls, indicating that the movers had already dropped their things off. Patricia was surprised to see Amelia’s bean bag at the end of the sleek sectional couch. Patricia took the two short steps down into the sunken living area, peering around. As she observed, Amelia’s head popped up from the other side of the couch, and she shrieked upon seeing her mother, covering her mouth and ducking down again. 
  “Mommy’s here!” She whispered excitedly, her still too-loud voice carrying easily. Thor’s deep answering chuckle made Patricia’s belly do a strange flip-flop. 
  “Is she? Okay, we’re going to jump in three, two—” Thor stood from behind the couch, Amelia clutched in his arms. “Surprise!” Amelia laughed, clamoring out of Thor’s grip and scampering across the rug to slam into Patty’s legs. 
  “Mommy! Mommy, Door came to my school!” She said excitedly, pointing back towards her father. Patricia snorted, before covering her growing smile with her hand. Thor was wearing Amelia’s fairy wings, which were hilariously small on him, and she’d given him the wand that accompanied the costume as well. 
  “I see that! Did you have a good day at school?” She asked sitting down as Amelia clamored into her lap. Amelia began chattering instantly, and Patricia watched Thor settle not too far away, putting the glittery wand down on his once pristine coffee table. 
  “I paint today, mommy!” She said excitedly, showing Amelia her finger-paint stained hands. “And, and, and we play games,” She said seriously, watching Patricia nod as she listened. The living room looked like an Amelia bomb had gone off in it—there were several of her books littering the floor and sitting on the couch, along with at least four toy horses that Patricia could count, and probably what were the entire contents of the dress-up chest that her grandmother had gotten her this past Christmas. 
  Thor looked completely exhausted, though Patty didn’t blame him—it was clear Amelia had extra energy tonight, and it was going to be an uphill battle getting her to settle down, this Patricia knew from experience. She couldn’t help but giggle as Thor’s head sagged back against the couch cushions. 
  “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you go play, and Mommy will start dinner?” Patricia asked, watching as Amelia considered her options. Patricia kissed her head, and bundled the little girl off of her lap. It looked like Amelia and Thor had had a go at quite a few of the boxes, and she tore through one of them, pulling out even more toys. Patricia looked over at Thor, who was regarding her silently. 
  “I assume everything went okay at school,” She said, and he waited a moment before shrugging. 
  “I wasn’t on the approved guardians list, but I smoothed that over.” Patricia winced—she’d forgotten to add him to the list of people allowed to pick Amelia up from school. She’d been meaning to do it, and just kept forgetting. It hadn’t helped either that she was still holding out hope that he would grow bored of this game and release them. 
  “Damn. Sorry.” Thor raised a skeptical eyebrow, but Patricia gestured placatingly with her hands. “Really, I didn’t… that wasn’t on purpose, Thor.” Patricia reached up to loosen the bun she’d had her hair in all day, massaging her scalp and running her fingers through her curls. “I’m glad they let you take her. What did you tell them?” She asked, cocking her head. 
  “I told them I was her father.” He said simply, and Patricia’s cheeks heated as she was reminded of her earlier thoughts. She glanced up to see if Amelia had heard, but the little girl was far too busy making her horses fight one another to listen to their boring adult conversation. 
  “Of-of course.” She said tightly. She rose from the couch, and she could feel Thor’s eyes on her like physical weights, dragging down her form. “I’m going to go change.” It was clear her earlier assumptions had been correct—the movers had already dropped off their things. It seemed like Thor had already unpacked and set up most of Amelia’s room; her four poster bed sat against the wall, across from the huge window seat on the adjacent wall. Her bookshelf was put up, and while not all of her books were on it, many of them were. Her beanbag was downstairs, and so were a couple of her other things, but… It gave Patricia a warm feeling in her chest to think that Thor had gone through the trouble of setting up Amelia’s room. 
  He probably paid someone else to do it. She thought snarkily, before heading to her own room to slide into a comfortable pair of leggings and a cropped tee. Thor was waiting for her in the hallway. 
  “I saw Amelia’s room,” She said softly. “Did you… I mean, you hired someone, right?” She asked, and he shook his head. Patricia couldn’t help it when her mouth fell open just a little, and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. Thor didn’t particularly strike her as the manual labor type. 
  “A labor of love,” He said dryly. “Though I did consider it.” The laughter bubbled out of Patricia before she could stop herself. She felt a little bad—it was clear Thor was attempting to connect with Amelia, and establish a relationship. Patricia sighed. 
  “Thank you. For picking her up, I mean.” Patty said awkwardly. Even though I had to practically beg you to do it. “I see she hasn’t destroyed too much of your apartment.” 
  “Yes, well… It’s all part of the job, right?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s your apartment too, Patricia.” He reminded her. She couldn’t help the little scowl that played on the edges of her lips at his words—of course he would say that, even though he’d bullied her into being here. 
  “Yeah. It is, I guess.” She said slowly. 
  Amelia was still playing when they came back downstairs, and hardly seemed to notice their absence as she made her plastic horses gallop all over the backs of the furniture. Patty headed to the kitchen, before beginning to search through the fridge for something to cook. She could feel Thor’s presence lingering nearby. He was seated at the dining room table, where he could easily watch both her, and Amelia, though his attention was clearly on the latter. Patty couldn’t help stealing glances, letting out an amused chuckle as their daughter climbed up into the chair beside him and began chattering away. 
  It was good to see he could be patient, even if he had a long way to go. Patty was in the process of cleaning up their hasty dinner when the shrill sound of the door buzzer went off, startling her. She dropped the lid of the pot with a loud CLANG , her hand flying to her chest. Thor looked equally surprised, knitting his brows together as their eyes met. 
  “Expecting company?” Patricia asked, bending to pick up the fallen cookware. He shook his head, putting down the book he’d been reading to Amelia. 
  “Not that I know of.” He rose to his feet, hushing Amelia gently when she whined that he’d stopped. The buzzer rang again impatiently, and Thor strode across the living room and down the entry hall to the elevator. Patty knew from experience that there were only two ways to get up to the penthouse—either with a personalized card key, or the be sent up by the doorman. Clearly this was the latter. Patty poked her head around the corner, watching curiously as Amelia clung to her legs. 
  “Who at the door, Mommy?” She asked impatiently, tugging on Patricia’s arm. She could only shrug. Thor punched the open button, and a tall, willowy blonde stepped out, poking her finger into Thor’s chest. She reminded Patty of a barbie.
  “What the fuck, Thor?” She shrilled. “You said later four hours ago,” She whined, pressing herself against his surprised, rigid form and curling a lock of his golden hair around her finger. Patricia’s jaw dropped open in shock. No fucking way. The blonde brought her hands to his shoulders, but Thor seemed to get his bearings, and caught her wrists in one large hand. Patricia scooped Amelia into her arms, hushing her when she fretted. 
  “It’s… not a good time, Idunn,” He said harshly, glancing over his shoulder at Patty and Amelia. The woman— Idunn?— cast a disparaging glare in the direction Thor had looked, and her eyes first widened in shock as they met Patricia’s, and then narrowed in rage. She shoved her way past a shocked Thor and stalked over to the kitchen, where Patricia hurriedly backed away, still holding Amelia. 
  “Who the fuck is this? ” She asked, stomping an expensive heel against the hardwood flooring. Amelia whimpered at the yelling, and Patricia frowned. She rounded on Thor, pointing a manicured finger accusingly at Patty. “Who is she?! ” 
  “I’m right here,” Patricia muttered, stroking Amelia’s head soothingly. “And who are you?” She asked pointedly, refusing to be cowed. Idunn squinted at Amelia, her gaze traveling from her, to Patricia, to Thor, and then back to Amelia again. A knowing smirk appeared on her lips. 
  “Go play in your room, baby.” Patty muttered. Perhaps she could feel her mother’s ire, or sense the quickly escalating situation between the three of them, but Amelia obeyed instantly, and Patricia waited until she was gone from sight to raise an accusatory finger at the other woman. “You barge in here, yelling, scaring my daughter,” She snapped, grimacing when Thor got between the two of them. “I don’t know what you’re thinking is going on here, but it definitely isn’t.” 
  Idunn sneered at her, raking her eyes over Patricia’s plain leggings, and t-shirt, her lip curling. It was obvious that Patty was being judged—and found wanting. Her curly hair was pulled into a loose messy bun, in extreme contrast to the loose, blonde waves that Idunn clearly spent a great deal of time cultivating. Thor couldn’t have found a more opposite set of women if he tried. Patricia knew she wasn’t Thor’s… typical type, but with what amounted to a super model in front of her, she was forced to take stock. 
  “Idunn, calm down,” Thor replied harshly, placing a hand on her shoulder. She threw his hand off, continuing to glare menacingly at Patty. “You’re making a scene, I can explain—” Idunn cut him off, her offended gasp silencing him. 
  “ I’m making a scene?” She shrieked loudly, throwing her hands into the air. “You’re here playing house with the goddamn help , and I’m making a scene? Does Odin know about your fucking charity case?” Patricia’s mouth dropped open, rage beginning to boil in her gut. It didn’t matter who Idunn was, no one talked about her daughter that way. Before she could speak, however, Thor grasped Idunn’s wrist tightly in one hand, and she winced, struggling against his grip. 
  “I want you to think very carefully about the next thing you say, Idunn. You will not speak about my child like that.” Idunn opened her mouth to speak, but Thor didn’t let her. “You show up to my home unannounced and uninvited, and then have the nerve …” Thor flexed his other hand, clenching it tightly. 
  “So she is yours,” Idunn breathed, using his momentary lapse to snatch her hand away. “My father will never let you marry me now,” She gloated, crossing her arms and staring down her nose at a fuming Patricia. “Not when you’re indisposed. ” 
  Surprisingly, Thor emitted a deep chuckle. “Idunn, I was never going to marry you.” She sputtered at this, and he squared his shoulders, peering down intimidatingly at her. It was hard to stand up to him when he did that, and Patricia found herself feeling just a little bad for Idunn; having to face him down. “Leave. Before I call your father and tell him you’re panting after me like a bitch in heat.” 
  Idunn recoiled as though she’d been slapped, turning and marching out of the apartment. The elevator dinged, signaling she was gone, and Thor’s shoulders sagged as he clapped a hand to his forehead, cursing. 
  “God fucking dammit.”
  Patricia let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “Girlfriend?” She asked dryly, pursing her lips. Who was Odin? And…why wouldn’t he know about her and Amelia? It was clear they had an intimate relationship—why else react so poorly to Patricia’s presence? Thor turned to scowl at her, shaking his head. 
  “Something like that.” 
  Patricia found herself wondering what their relationship actually was, how close they were. Her thoughts turned back to the other night, and she felt even more uneasy. They’d had sex not that long ago… Patricia pinched the bridge of her nose. She was the “other woman”. 
  Great. 
  “You know, it would have been good to know you were seeing someone before you fucked me,” She snapped, stalking over to the fridge. She pulled the door open, grabbing a bottle of wine from the door and then slammed it back shut. “That’s pretty goddamn low of you.” Not to mention now I feel like shit.
  Thor had the nerve to smirk at her. “I didn’t hear you complaining then,” He replied. “We were hardly exclusive.” He sighed. He didn’t look particularly guilty, either. “You might not understand this yet,” He reached for the bottle himself, motioning for Patricia to remove another glass from the cupboard. She did, grudgingly. “But there are certain… expectations I have to meet.” His voice turned sour, and Patricia took a large swallow of wine. Ah. Here it is. She thought bitterly. The part where he tells me I’m not good enough.
  “Mmhmm.” Patricia narrowed her eyes at him, pressing her lips into a thin line. “And those would be?”
  “Marry right. Take over the business. Keep our line strong.” He replied without hesitation, and Patricia got the sneaking suspicion he wasn’t pulling this out of thin air. It had been drilled into him by someone else. Maybe not so nicely, either. Patty smiled bitterly. 
  “Well, we never meant to screw up your arranged marriage by virtue of existing, and all,” Patricia said snarkily. “Maybe if you explained… everything to her, it would help.” She offered, but he shook his head. “Tell her you and me… we’re not anything.” He rolled his eyes at her words, and an unreadable expression crossed his face before he shrugged. 
  “It’s no use now. There’s no talking to her like that.” He sounded as though he was speaking from experience.
  “Well, you know, just saying, if you’d told her you were moving your baby-mama into your apartment before you did it, it probably would have made less of a mess.” An irritated expression crossed his face, and realization dawned on Patricia like a lightbulb going off in a dark room. “Oh my god.” She barked out a derisive laugh. “You couldn’t tell her, could you? What are we, your dirty little secret?” Her tone was scathing. “So this whole time you’ve been trying to fuck me, you’ve been toying with her too? No wonder she came in here screaming bloody murder at you—”
  “You sound jealous, Patricia. Want me all to yourself?” He drawled, and Patty was seized with the urge to hurl her wine glass at his head. 
  “Jealous?” She repeated incredulously. “What would I possibly—” Patricia was officially in defense mode, her voice rising in volume. Thor was unfazed by this, pushing his chair away from the counter and making his way over to her. He caged Patricia in against this sink as she shuddered, pressing himself against her. 
  “If you want me, Patty, all you have to do is say.” She hoped to god he didn’t see the little tremor that passed through her. She couldn’t help it, not when he used that voice. Patricia glared up at him, but Thor continued to smile disarmingly down at her, lifting a hand to stroke her chin gently. God , it was like he was seeing directly into her with those cold blue eyes. She didn’t want to admit her jealousy, because if she did, Patty would have to admit that part of her wanted him—and there was no way she was doing that.
  “I—I don’t—” He kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her open mouth as Patricia struggled for words. She hadn’t been prepared for this, and like the bastard he was, Thor was ready and willing to take advantage. He sucked on her bottom lip until it throbbed, releasing it to go to work on her throat. 
  “You don’t understand yet,” He murmured against her skin. Patty hated the way his touch made her head all foggy, made her forget just how much she hated him. “Doing this for your own good.” His hand skirted over her hip, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He pulled away then, leaving her standing panting and confused in the kitchen, the wine glass trembling in her hand as he headed upstairs to check on Amelia.
  What the hell just happened?!
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cxddlyash · 13 hours ago
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Making Amends
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 2900+
Author’s Note: The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (kinda) spoilers if you haven’t watched it. Uh, someone send help because I’m falling in love. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it as much as I did writing it. Much love to you all! xoxo
"Who's Y/N?" Dr. Raynor asks Bucky and his head snaps up, narrowing his eyes a bit. The therapist raises an eyebrow at his reaction to the question.
Bucky gets up from the couch before snatching the phone from her hands, not answering her question. He swallows thickly as he looks at the text you sent him, asking if the two of you could meet up.
He can feel his heartbeat quicken as Bucky hasn't seen you in almost eight years. The super-soldier licks his lips as he thinks about the last interaction he had with you, remembering his metal hand wrapped around your throat.
"She's someone I wronged years ago," he finally answers while continuing to stare at his phone.
"Well, you're working on making amends. Why don't you start with her," Dr. Raynor suggests and Bucky presses his lips together before slowly nodding his head.
The brunette sighs and texts you back, agreeing to meet up before showing his therapist the text. Bucky shoves his phone back into his pocket before standing up.
"I need to go. See you in a couple of weeks, Doc," he mumbles while walking out of the office.
Bucky runs his hands through his hair as he walks out of the building, thoughts of you filling his mind. He wonders why you want to meet now after eight years since the incident.
You happened to be strolling through the airport grounds when hell started to break loose. You were merely in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your eyes widened when you noticed a quinjet in one of the hangers, never seeing one of the Avengers vehicles up close.
Your eyes looked around everywhere as you tried to see if you could spot any of the mighty heroes. Two figures ran towards you and you jumped when one of the airport towers started to fall in front of the wide-open hanger.
"This isn't good," you mumbled to yourself and took a couple of steps back.
Everything started to happen so fast that you didn't see Captain America and The Winter Soldier run towards you. You went to move out of the way when the long-haired man wrapped his metal hand around your throat.
A gasp leaves your lips as you breathed in as much air as you could, your hand gripping his metal wrist. "Bucky, let her go," Steve told him and you could feel his grip on you tighten.
"I-I'm sorry," you squeaked out as tears filled your eyes, glancing towards Steve. "I-I just wanted to see the quinjet up close. I won't tell anyone I swear."
Your eyes met the Winter Soldier's cold blue ones before the super-soldier dropped you from his grasp. You gasped and started to breathe heavily while scrambling to get off of the floor.
Bucky's phone ringing snaps him from the memory he's having and he fishes the device out of his pocket. His breath hitches in his throat at your name flashing across his screen.
"Hello?" He hesitantly answers and your giggle comes through the speaker.
"Hi, Bucky," you greet him and Bucky swallows the lump in his throat as he sits down on the bench. "I'm sorry for calling all of a sudden, but I've been thinking about you."
He furrows his brows, not expecting such a warm welcome from you as Bucky licks his lips again. "You have?" Bucks asks.
"Yeah! The reason I asked to meet up is that I happen to be in New York for the first time in years," you explain to him and Bucky nods his head. "I know the first time we met wasn't exactly a fun one, but I figured we could put that behind us."
"Absolutely," Bucky sighs in relief, wanting to apologize to you for almost killing you that day in the hanger. "I've also been thinking about that a lot."
"Oh! That's great. Do you want to meet up for coffee or something?" You ask him and Bucky agrees. "Great! Uh, there's a quiet Café on the main drag that's right near the bookstore-"
"Oh, yeah, I know the one that you're talking about," Bucky mumbles and you mutter to yourself incoherently, a smile coming to the super-soldiers lips. "I'll see you in an hour?"
A grin settles on your lips as you look out the window of your hotel room, nodding your head before verbally agreeing with the plan. You bid Bucky goodbye and hang up the phone, sliding the device into your back pocket.
You've thanked Steve a few times already for providing you with Bucky's number. Captain America told you all about his past to try and make up for how he reacted in the airport hanger years ago.
You didn't blame him for his actions as you understand the reason why he did what he did. You just hope that the two of you can put your past behind you and be friends. "Here goes nothing…" you trail off before leaving your hotel room.
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Bucky sits in one of the booths, fiddling with the gloves on his hands as he waits for you to arrive. He chews on his bottom lip when the bell attached to the cafe's front door chimes, making the super-soldier turn his head towards it.
His blue eyes soften at the sight of you. You're looking around the Cafe frantically before your eyes meet his. A smile comes to your lips as you give him a small wave and start walking towards him.
"Hey, Bucky," you greet and the brunette stands up from his seat. "You look great. The haircut suits you well."
Bucky awkwardly smiles and runs a hand through his hair. "Thank you," he whispers as his heartbeat quickens. "You look great as well. It's been… a while for sure."
A chuckle leaves your lips as you nod your head in response, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Do you want a coffee?" You ask him and Bucky shakes his head, politely declining your offer. "Okay. I'll be right back, hold on."
He watches you from the booth as you order your coffee. Bucky lets out a huff of breath, trying to relax his nerves before you come back over here. Am I really ready for this?
"So, what have you been up to?" You ask the brunette as you sit across from him. You look into his eyes while sipping the scalding hot coffee, awaiting his answer.
"Uhm, not much really. I-I go to therapy every few weeks. It was one of the requirements for my pardon," he explains and you nod your head in response. Bucky clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck, feeling the leather gloves tug on the small hairs. "I've been trying to make amends with people who I've wronged."
You hum with an eyebrow raise, swallowing the liquid before speaking. "Oh, that's good. Is it working? Like, how are you feeling about that?" You question him and Bucky swallows thickly.
I still have nightmares every night. He thinks to himself as he stays quiet, not really knowing how to answer the question. "Uh-"
"I hope I'm not prying too much," you cut him off with wide eyes, just now realizing your intrusiveness. "I just… Steve's told me quite a bit about you and I know that you almost killed me when we first met, but I find you intriguing, Bucky."
Bucky smiles softly and shakes his head, not noticing any sign of fear in your eyes. "You're intriguing," he states and you can feel your cheeks heat up at his words. "I had my hand wrapped around your throat and here you are, trying to be friends with me. It's incredible really. Something I've never seen."
You shrug your shoulders while fiddling with your fingers, a shy smile on your lips. "I believe in everyone having second chances," you mumble to him and Bucky nods his head.
"Well, I'm really glad you're providing me with a second chance," he softly whispers as his heart flutters in his chest.
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You run down the streets of lower Manhattan, quickly making your way towards the building the GRC are held in. You heard about the hostage threat on the news and for some stupid reason, you wanted to be close to the action.
Once you make it to the front of the building and stand behind the police barricade they have set up for the public. Your eyes see Bucky's figure walking around on the other side and your eyes widen.
"Bucky!" You call out, causing some heads to snap your way. A blush covers your cheeks while mumbling an apology.
The super-soldier walks over to you and looks around him cautiously. "Y/N, what are you doing?! You shouldn't be here!" He quietly scolds and you look up at him through your lashes, heavy breaths leaving your lips.
"You know me… I like an adventure. You remember the airport incident," you remind him, and Bucky's jaw clenches.
"Unfortunately, I do, yeah," he comments and grabs a hold of your hand before leading you off somewhere else. "Listen, Karli and her team are here and she's using people against us. I don't want you getting hurt."
Your eyes trail down his chest, noticing the metal all he's currently sporting. "You changed it," you whisper and reach your hand out, gliding your fingertips along the cool surface.
Bucky swallows thickly as his eyes move from your face to your hand on his arm. "Y/N," he softly mumbles and your eyes move to his blue ones. "Please do me a favor and get out of here. Please."
"Okay," you tell him while nodding your head, causing the super-soldier to let out a sigh of relief. "Be careful."
Bucky chuckles and mumbles incoherently as you lean on your toes, kissing the corner of his lips. The laughter dies on his lips as a blush covers his cheeks, his hand moving to grip your forearm gently. You pull away from him and smile up at him before making your way back towards your apartment.
You begin to feel uneasy during your walk home, looking over your shoulder every few seconds to make sure no one's following you. A small scream leaves your lips as you find someone wearing a mask in front of you, blocking your path. You take a couple of steps back and swallow the lump in your throat as your back collides with someone.
You didn't have time to say anything before getting knocked out by one of the men, losing consciousness instantly. A member of the Flag Smashers easily picks up your body before bringing you to their leader, Karli.
When your eyes flutter open, you see a shorter redhead standing in front of you with a phone pressed to her ear. "Listen here, Bucky. I don't want to hurt you guys, but you're giving me no choice," she starts and you begin to panic slightly as you feel your wrists bound together behind your back. "So, I'm gonna make a deal with you. You and Sam pack it up and leave… or I hurt your precious Y/N."
Bucky's breath hitches in his throat at the sound of your name, his eyes dancing around the area he's standing in. "I swear to God if yo-"
"You've got one hour to make a decision," she cuts him off before hanging up. You look up at the girl as you breathe heavily, chest heaving rapidly. Karli walks towards you before crouching slightly. "Let's hope Bucky cares enough about you to listen."
"Sam, they've got Y/N," the super-soldier informs him through comms, his heart pounding in his chest as Sharon runs up to him. "We need to find her before Karli does anything to her."
"I know where they are," the blonde mentions to Bucky, and his blue eyes snap towards her. "C'mon, I'll show you the entrance."
Sam finally joins the two as they stealth their way through the building, avoiding any member of the Flag Smashers as best as possible. "She'll be okay," Sam reassures Bucky who clenches his jaw in response, hoping that he's right.
A pained yelp leaves your lips as one of the members punches you across the face. You lean your head back, growing tired of the questions Karli's asking. "Fuck you," you growl and spit some blood onto the floor beside you. "You think you're helping but you're making it worse."
Karli's nostrils flare up before nodding her head once more. The same man who's been beating you the past thirty minutes throws another punch at you, causing the chair you're sitting in to fall back against the concrete.
"You should think before you speak," she snarls before walking away from you. "C'mon, leave her here. We've got shit to do."
You pant heavily as you lay helplessly on the ground, the chair crushing your hands beneath you. "This is what happens when you adventure off, Y/N," you say to yourself while staring up at the ceiling.
Your ears perk up at the sounds of multiple footsteps, your heartbeat quickening as you think they've come back to finish you off instead. "Y/N?" Bucky calls out and a weight lifts off your shoulders while a sigh of relief leaves your lips.
"Bucky," you cry out and attempt to move.
The super-soldier kneels beside you before lifting your chair. "Hey, you okay?" He asks softly and you nod your head.
"As okay as I can be," you whisper with a pained smile. Sam undoes your restraints as Bucky places his right hand against your cheek, stroking your bruised skin gently.
"I'm sorry," you both say simultaneously, earning a chuckle from the brunette in front of you.
Bucky helps you stand up, his metal hand resting on your waist while the other grabs a hold of your hand. "I'm gonna give you my address and the key to my apartment," he tells you and you nod your head, listening carefully. "Go there and stay inside until I get back, okay?"
"Y-Yeah," you whisper and grab the key from his fingers, gripping onto it tightly. You swallow thickly as the pain begins to take over. A hiss leaves your lips and Bucky looks down at you with a worried expression. "You happen to have a first aid kit at your place?"
"Under the bathroom sink," he informs you, and you nod before heading towards the exit.
Bucky calls out to you and you glance over your shoulder to look back at him. You watch him as he quickly walks over to you before capturing your lips with his. A short gasp leaves your lips while wrapping an arm around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair. He pulls away after a few moments, his heavy breaths fanning your lips and you let out a soft chuckle.
“Come back alive and there’s more where that came from,” you whisper to him and Bucky lets out a laugh before shaking his head.
“But I’m one who kissed you,” he reminds you and you shush him, giggling.
“Well, if you want more, come back alive, mmkay?”
Bucky licks his lips before nodding his head in response, pressing a soft kiss to your lips once more. “I promise, now go,” he demands. You bite your lip and nod your head, continuing to walk towards the exit.
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You sit on the kitchen island counter, swinging your feet as your eyes are glued to the television screen. It’s been a few hours since you arrived at Bucky’s apartment, your eyes widening at the very little furniture he has in the place. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as Sam comes on screen, the newscast recording the speech he’s currently giving.
You can hear the doorknob jiggle and your eyes snap towards the front door, watching Bucky walk through it. “Buck,” you whisper out with a grin on your lips, his blue eyes glancing towards you.
The super-soldier waltz’s over to you before wrapping his arms around your shoulders, bringing you into his chest. “I’m glad you’re alright,” he whispers and you nuzzle your face into his neck, inhaling his scent.
“I could say the same about you,” you tell him while dragging your fingers through his hair.
Bucky pulls away from you and drags his hands down your sides, kissing your forehead softly. “You get everything bandaged up?” He asks you and you nod your head, grinning like a fool.
“Yeah, nothing needed to get bandaged, but I’ll have some killer bruises,” you laugh and Bucky frowns, his eyes casting down to your torso. “I’ll be fine, Bucky.”
"I just worry," he whispers and your heart flutters in your chest. You bring your hand to his face, stroking his cheekbone gently as the brunette leans into your touch.
You lick your lips as you reach into your back pocket before pulling his little booklet out. "I, uh, found this lying open when I got here," you inform the super-soldier and his blue eyes look down at the small notebook. "I crossed my name out for you."
Bucky gently takes the book from your hand and shoves it into his jacket pocket before lacing your fingers with his. "Thank you… for reaching out to me that day."
You grin, leaning forward to kiss his lips gently and Bucky hums into the kiss. "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
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kittyaugust · 13 hours ago
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Blank Slate (4358 words) by @kittyaugust
Chapters: 2/8
Fandom: Marvel 616, Marvel (Comics), Spider-Man/Deadpool - Joe Kelly (Comics)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
Characters: Peter Parker, Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: Memory Loss, Canon-Typical Violence, Sex Pollen, Identity Porn, Identity Issues, Background Case, Deleted Scenes, Missing Scene, Weirdworld, X-Men Cameos, Fantastic Four Cameos, Marvel Cameos, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No beta we die like Wolverine, Light Angst
Summary:
"Mind wipe," the teenager clarifies, speaking slowly so Peter understands her but still focused on her phone. "Memories, bye-bye. It’s a whole thing.” She shrugs again, still not bothering to look up. “So, he might not remember if you had like a date or booty-call or something.
Peter yelps. "He told you about that? That's inappropriate, even for Deadpool."
That admission gets her attention for a moment. Unfortunately.
"No. But you just did. Ew." She looks Peter up and down in a way that makes him even more uncomfortable, especially from a teenager. She shrugs, again, and looks back at her phone. "Anyway, mind wipe. Remember? Like how he doesn't?"
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A comics canon follow-up to the events of Spider-man/Deadpool, set in a 616-adjacent timeline. Mostly drafted last year so will probably diverge to ignore anything that has been published since early 2020 unless I really like it.
Featuring: a sex pollen case, missing memories, flashbacks and what really happened in Weirdworld, and much more!
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