Proposal- Steve Rogers
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Characters: Steve Rogers
Request: Anon- Steve Rogers and "I'm falling more in love with you everyday" please
Word Count: 426
When Steve asked if you’d like to take a walk in the local park, you were more than happy to go. It was a pleasant springtime day and you liked spending time with your boyfriend, so it was a nice idea to get a breath of fresh air.
The local park was beautiful and held some of your favourite memories, especially ones with Steve. Your family had always frequented the park growing up and once you were an adult, you visited it often to spend time out in nature and attempt to relieve some of the pleasant memories of your childhood. You ended up meeting Steve when you had been walking with your headphones on and accidentally walked into his path as he ran, leading to a collision; it was awkward and weird, but it led to him assisting you back to your car and inviting you back to apologise. Many of you dates ended up there and you couldn’t think of anything negative about your time there, past a few scraped knees.
You laced your fingers through Steve’s to give it an excited squeeze as you recognized the area of the park you had wandered into.
“Isn’t this where we met?” You smiled. “I think I remember falling into that dirt.”
“It is,” he whispered, his voice slightly shaky and unable to hold your eye any longer.
“Are you okay?” You questioned.
It was a very rare occurrence to see Steve nervous, he was Captain America after all and although he wasn’t overly confident socially, he was very good at hiding any nerves he had.
He nodded his head taking a deep breath before turning to you. You weren’t certain what was going on or why Steve had decided to stop your walk there, but you were starting to become worried about him as it was very out of character for him.
“You’re worrying me.”
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course, you can, you can ask me anything.”
He took one more deep breath before speaking again.
“I love you with all of my heart and I couldn’t think of a more perfect place to ask you this. I have never doubted that I’ve wanted to ask you this and I’m just falling more in love with you every day,” he smiled warmly, dropping down onto one knee. “Will you marry me?”
You couldn’t contain the joy that built up inside you, all you could do was nod repeatedly and kiss him with all the passion inside of you.
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Our Doll 14// Here we Go Again
B.Barnes x S.Rogers, B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader
Series Synopsis | After the events of the horrific past, y/n Stark, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have finally admitted their feelings for each other. But is life as an avenger whilst dating two super soldiers any easier than anything y/n’s experienced in the past?
sequel Series to Their Doll
Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing, threesomes, drug usage/substance abuse
Chapter Summary | y/n and Bucky get closer again
Warnings | blood, implied violence
A/n | This is a sequel book/series to my fic Their Doll! This book loosely follows the mcu timeline, starting in CAWS in book one and starting just before AOU in this book. Bucky had been recovered and is safe, and Peter was taken under Tony's wing when he was much younger.
Masterlist | Series Masterlist
"My scar." Y/n mumbled, looking up at Bucky suddenly. The man hummed, placing his book on his lap to look back at his girl.
"What about it?" Bucky mumbled back with curiosity.
"You said those...dreams were what you would've done if we'd been together before the war, but I still had my scar. You could've gotten rid of it, but you didn't." Y/n explained, a confused frown dancing over her brow when he smiled.
"It's because I love you, all of you. That scar, it tells a story that you shouldn't have to tell, but shouldn't ever forget. It's part of you, like this," Bucky lifted his metal arm, waving the plated hand slightly, "is part of me."
Y/n smiled light from where she sat across the couch; she still didn't feel comfortable being too close to Bucky after the whole locking her up thing, but she was getting closer.
"I'm sorry." He abruptly blurted and y/n frowned. Bucky took a deep sigh before continuing. "I really can't tell you how sorry I am about...about, well, everything?" Bucky proposed and y/n shifted in her seat slightly.
"Oh." Was all she managed, placing her own book on the flimsy coffee table that sat parallel to the torn up sofa in the motel room they were staying in. "Thanks, I guess?" She supplied and Bucky blinked at her. "I'm sorry, I'm just not good at this stuff, I guess. I'm so confused as to how I should feel right now." Y/n vented and Bucky smiled.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm just happy you can bare me enough to talk to me, I was terrified that I may have lost your trust forever." He mumbled, tentatively reaching to take y/n's hand. When she didn't flinch or pull away, he held it in his own.
"I just don't know what to feel; on the one hand, you let them lock me up, but on the other, well, you did everything you could to keep me comfortable and you got me out." Y/n admitted and Bucky nodded, understanding. "And I still love you." She added quietly and Bucky grinned, before wiping the expression from his face.
They'd been on the run for a couple of weeks now, skipping between dingy motels and safe houses that had been long forgotten. Using a code, Bucky and Peter had kept in contact. Apparently, Tony and Sharon were furious.
"I love you too. Do you want some food yet?" Bucky asked and y/n nodded. He got up and crossed the room to gather some money and the room key. "I'll be back in half an hour tops, okay?" Bucky checked and y/n nodded.
"See you later." She murmured as the door slammed shut.
Alone with her thoughts again.
Y/n would rather be in Bucky's company than alone still. Even after the stuff he'd done, she couldn't stop herself from loving him. And it's not like she hadn't done her own fair share of bad things, too.
The girl sighed, rubbing her eyes as she felt the drowsiness of sleep overcome her. Maybe she could get a nap in before Bucky got back.
Bucky kept his head down. His hair had grown longer; he hadn't bothered cutting it since they left. His hood was drawn tightly over his face and his steps were quick as he paced to the closest store that sold food.
Once he reached the shop, Bucky rigged a hand - the flesh one - from his pocket and pulled open the door. When inside, he hastily went in search of some decent food.
Although, he instantaneously discovered one of the down sides to shopping at night - drunk people. The boisterous laughed filled his ears like water as Bucky hunted through the shelves, slurred insults thrown back and forth within the group of men.
"Hey, you!" Shit. Bucky looked up. "Yeah, you with the long hair!" One of them boomed and Bucky scoffed, shaking his head as he turned back to the section of ready-made sandwiches.
"Hey, look at me." The man persisted and Bucky rolled his eyes. They boy looked back to his friends, all clearly amused with the situation before the guy was swinging a punch in Bucky's direction.
On instinct, the super soldier caught the guy's fist in his hand. His metal hand. The guy looked so aghast that Bucky had to stop himself from laughing.
"This may hurt a little." Y/n sighs, eyes squinted as she threads the needle in front of her. Bucky swallows his groan of pain, giving her a stiff nod before letting his head knock back into the wall behind him. Y/n steps between her boyfriend's legs, pulling his arm forwards and letting a small apology slip from her lips when he hissed.
"Fuck!" Bucky cursed, metal fist slamming into the counter that he was sat on, the dent large and lined with splintered wood. Y/n winced a little but continued, her voice twisting around whisper sweet nothings to calm him down.
Bucky's breathing was heavy, laboured, as y/n continued to sew up the gash, lip pulled between her teeth in concentration.
"Almost there...just a little more..." Her small voice mumbled as Bucky's metal a whirred.
"Fuck me, please remind to never piss off a group of drunk guys again." Bucky groans, but y/n could only find herself biting her lip harder at the thought of fucking him again.
Clearly, this intimate moment had helped her see past his mistakes.
"I'm so sorry, y/n. I'll be more careful next time." Bucky promises, flesh hand reaching to cup her cheek when he pulls back - remembering her hesitance.
"It's not your fault. I'll still patch you up each and every time it happens." Y/n smiled tightly, almost with pity when she eyes his retracted hand.
Bucky nods solemnly before moving to hop off the crappy bathroom counter in their motel room, only to cut himself short with a groan.
"Easy, soldier." Y/n jokes, placing her hands onto her boyfriend's hips to help him down.
"Thanks." He mumbled low before hobbling off, eyes biting back tears as he limped through the room to flop on the creaky bed.
Y/n sighs heavily, watching him go with a sad expression. Bucky flicked the TV on - blue light sliding over his features in a haunting highlight; the structure of his bones protruding with the flashing colour of people moving across the screen.
"Y/n." Bucky hissed as she wrung out the little towel - now full of blood and stained a deep crimson.
Her her snapped up, the wet fabric falling into the sink with a soggy slap before she was stumbling across the room to perch on the edge of the bed.
"Oh my god." She exclaimed, hand tight over her mouth I shock at the screen.
"Suspect in the bombing is none other than James Buchan Barnes and Y/n Stark. We'll be back with more information when we have it." The presenter finished, accompanied by pictures of both y/n and Bucky stealthily away from the building, which was now laying in ruins.
"Oh my god." She repeated, horrified at the sight of King T'Chaka and all the victims.
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blindsided – y/n’s bad at love and steve isn’t great either – maybe they can learn to be better together. set after captain america: the winter soldier.
national anthem – the new district attorney is determined to let the corrupt sheriff bodecker know he’s met his match.
burton and taylor — tba!
decode – after being separated as foster children, you and loki are reunited through opposing sides of the law.
deflower – after getting shot by one of the men she was attempting to steal from, reader shows up at loki’s house in need of help. a follow up to decode.
the sun on the bookcase – bookshop owner! jake gyllenhaal. after visiting a bookshop on your way to work, you find yourself learning more than you’d anticipated about the store’s owner through the book he gifted you.
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MJ: I don't put projects on the back burner. I put them under the floorboards, where the ever-louder beating of their hearts drives me slowly to madness.
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Fire on Ice
Summary; Tom Hiddleston is a vicious mob boss who is looking for his father’s killer, his reputation is depending on it and he won’t give up until he finds that man, and you my sweet little Y/N is the weirdest and the best thing that happened to him all his life.
Genres; Romance, smut in the future, mob, gangs, slow-burn,
Pairings; Tom Hiddleston x F!Reader
Warnings; +18, male masturbation, dirty thoughts.
TAG LIST IS OPEN!
A/N; Hi guys! Hope you like this new chapter, things are slowly building. Sorry for any typos. Let me know what you think, I appreciate feedback and new ideas.
(gif isn’t mine)
You waited for him but he didn’t come early and your body was begging you to sleep so you climbed the wooden stairs, you didn’t want to use the elevator –yes he had a elevator in his house- like he said there were multiple bedrooms, at the end of the long hall there were 2 bedrooms which looked children’s bedroom so you skipped that section and turned your left. One of the doors was open you walked in, it was his bedroom. You hit the yellow lights, the bed was white, had black curtains on the tall windows, there was a wall to wall closet, you noticed the big mirror on the ceiling and felt your cheeks go warm with dirty thoughts, you could smell his perfume, everything look neat and tidy. You had a wicked idea, you took off your clothes, put them on the single couch next to the tall window, opened his closet to find an over-sized shirt. You saw a white one and wore it, the shirt covered your ass, it was like a dress. You went to his bathroom to wash your face and go to bed and the bathroom was iconic. Floors and walls were white marble which had grey tones in it, there was a shower and a bathtub. You decided to take a quick shower because you smelled like booze and smokes. He didn’t have much products in the shower, just a shampoo and body wash and his bath sponge. His body wash smelled like pine trees and mint, you felt fresh, you wrapped yourself with the big white towel, the rest of the house looked like a hotel but his room smelled like him, after drying your body you wore that shirt again and climbed the bed, it was big. You were hesitant because what if he comes and sees you in his bed just now and gets angry? After all you didn’t know each other for a long time, you felt your eyes get heavy and fell asleep, you couldn’t the ring tone of your text messages, you were too tired.
It was 3.30 at night when Tom came back, he noticed there was no sound in the house, maybe you left? Why did he feel sad when he thought of that possibility, he climbed the stairs and saw the kitchen and dining room empty, he climbed to his 3rd floor and saw his bedroom door wide open. The yellow light coming from the hall was enough so he walked in and saw you sleeping in his bed. He silently took of his jacket and shoes, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at your sleeping frame. Your chest was moving up and down in harmony, your hair looked damp and he could smell his scent on you, he took a deep breath to calm himself, he felt his boxer got tight.
‘’Who are you?’’ he found himself whisper to the air, he stood up to take a shower, he was being silent in order to not wake you up because you looked tired earlier and it look like you needed a long sleep. When he was in the shower he thought if Benedict was right, he was Tom’s best friend and they knew everything about each other, his eyes were closed, forehead resting on the cold shower wall, warm water running down his body and an image came to his mind, it was an image of you taking a shower here hours ago. He couldn’t help but imagine you naked and washing your body, humming a tune. His bath sponge was wet before he walked in the shower so you must have used it, he imaged your hands using it to rub your boobs, coming down to your belly and between your legs, his hands went to his semi hard cock, this mental image got dirtier as the seconds went. He imagined you resting your back on the glass of the shower and using the sponge to pleasure yourself, soaking in his scent. Moaning his name like a prayer, Tom was touching himself, pre cum dripping from his pink tip, he tried to keep his whimpers and moans quiet. The thought of getting caught by you turned him on even more, he imagined you listening to him jerking off and whispering your name and you walking into the shower, getting on your knees for him and taking his length in your sassy mouth. Eyes on him and only him, that image pushed him out of the edge and he came in his big hand, hard. He had to rest on the wall, as he came down from his high he cleaned everything and left the shower, that white towel you used before was hanging on his waist. He caught a glimpse of his flushed face in the foggy mirror, he was ashamed of what he just did.
The Next Morning
You could feel the morning sun on your face, to be honest you haven’t slept this good in a while. You stretched you arms and legs in bed and rubbed your eyes. You saw Tom’s clothes from last night on the couch next to yours, you looked in bed but he wasn’t here, ‘’Where did he sleep?’’ you questioned. You left the bed and washed your face, took your phone to see any updates and you saw Jack’s text. You though he was going to ask you out again but it looked like a serious text.
‘’We have to talk. Meet me at your bar tonight. It’s important.’’
You never got a text from Jack like this before so you decided to call him, you were afraid something bad happened to him. He didn’t pick up the phone. You left your phone and walked outside, the house was silent except the sounds coming from the kitchen downstairs.
Tom was there fixing breakfast for you, ‘’Morning!’’ you said with a low tone, he turned to face you, he only had grey pants, his chest was bare. ‘’Oh no, I was going to surprise you.’’ He protested throwing his hands in the air, ‘’Sorry.’’ As soon as he saw your face he remembered last night and his cheeks got pink, thank God you looked clueless. He came to kiss your forehead, it became a thing of his which made you smile. ‘’I made you proper English breakfast darling.’’ You looked to see, there were 2 plates filled with bacon, eggs, cooked beans, roasted tomatoes, cooked mushrooms and let’s not forget the blood sausages. ‘’Where did you find blood sausages?!’’ they looked disgusting but you didn’t want to say anything, this man let you sleep in his house last night and made you breakfast the next morning, you felt spoiled. ‘’There is a butcher I found. You should try it.’’ You helped him placing everything on the dining table, it was early in the morning so the view of the city was foggy, you took a sip from the orange juice and moaned, it was delicious, ‘’I made it myself.’ Tom said, he looked proud, ‘’Damn Hiddleston. You are a catch.’’ He rolled his eyes, the breakfast was delicious and you liked the blood sausages, ‘’Can I hire you to cook for me like every day?’’ you asked mouth full, he chuckled, ‘’I’m too pricy love.’’ You thought of ways to pay him but quickly pulled yourself together. It wasn’t just you who was thinking stuff like that, his mind was in the gutter too, you had a strange chemistry with Tom, unfortunately neither of you took a step at the moment, maybe both of you thought that it was too early, he looked like traditional man so maybe he wanted to get to know you better before he sealed the deal. You didn’t know why you were hesitating though, ‘’Everything was delicious Tom, thank you.’’ You insisted that you was the dishes and he went to his room to change, he told you that he had a meeting. While you were in the kitchen he found your phone and decided to do a little research. He saw the text Jack sent you, he remembered Jack, he had the tattoo which belong to the Queens gang. He had an idea, he texted Jack like it was you texting, ‘’Hey Jack, can you meet me early today? I will send you the address, don’t be late. 😉’’ Tom wanted to throw up, he never liked this guy but in order to learn who you are and why the gang is protecting you he had to do it. He sent Jack an address and deleted all the texts. It was a risky thing to do. Tom left the phone where he found it and got dressed, before he left he checked it again and saw that Jack already read the text but didn’t text back, his plan was working fine.
Later Tom drove you to your flat, he looked tense but you didn’t want to comment on it, it was probably related to his work.
Tom sent Jack an address of an abandoned house on the outskirts of the city, he knew Jack would come because he wanted to bone Y/N, the thought of it made him shiver in disgust. He was outside of the abandoned house, actually it was a beautiful place. The house had two floors and a big terrace, a big yard which was covered with wild plants, the color of the house dark red, windows were broken, it had a unique beauty to it, one day he would love to have a house like that to raise his children with- he stopped his train of thoughts when he saw Jack parking his bike. He looked puzzled, Tom stood up from the wooden stairs and came down, ‘’Hello Jack. I’m Tom Hiddleston, you probably don’t remember me but I do. I have some questions for you.’’ There was a distance between them, Jack pulled out a cigar, ‘’I’ve heard the name. News travel faster than you think Mr. Hiddleston.’’ He had a cocky look and Tom wanted to punch him, ‘’Want one?’’ Jack showed the cigars, ‘’Yes, thank you.’’
Tom wanted to gain his trust, Jack lit his cigar and together they day on the wooden stairs of the terrace entrance, ‘’What do you want?’’ Jack asked, his tattooed fingers playing with the smoke, ‘’Information, my friend. I can pay you in return.’’ Tom was a man of his word, ‘’If my clan finds out I’m her with you they’ll hang me for treason.’’ Tom knew how the clans, gangs worked, he ignored Jack’s comment. ‘’Why is the clan protecting her?’’ he asked without saying a name, he was testing the waters, ‘’You mean Y/N?’’ Tom simply nodded and took a long drag from his cigar, ‘’No one knows but the boss. All I know is me and some of the clan members have to be around her work place and apartment man, I’m new here. They told me to gain her trust and she is hard one to crack.’’ Tom appreciated the honesty, Jack was much younger than Tom and he was new in the clan like he said, he still had a chance to fix his life and live with his own rules. ‘’Listen kid,’’ he thought better of what to say, ‘’I’m not here to hurt a woman, I give you my word. Where can I find your boss?’’ Jack’s brown eyes were fixed at a place in distance, his long hair was pushed back, he had a certain sadness to those brown eyes, like he witnessed something horrible and it left a scar to carry for the rest of his life.
‘’She will find you when she wants.’’ He stood up to leave, ‘’Wait,’’ Tom touched his arm to make him stop, he pulled out a check worth 30 thousand dollars, ‘’you seem like a nice kid, leave this town before it’s too late. I’m afraid one day your clan and I.. we will be enemies and I wouldn’t like to kill a young, bright man like you.’’ It was a lie, deep down he wanted Jack to be gone from Y/N’s life.
‘’Thank you man. I won’t forget this.’’ Jack took the check, and left. Tom finished smoking and threw the bud of the cigar on the ground, pressed it with the heel of his shoe. Now Jack was out of the way he had to find this she boss of the clan Queens.
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Opening requests because I need a distraction from school :)
- no smut (srry I’m like 12 /j)
- I won’t write for anyone who is uncomfortable with it
- I will do x reader
- can write for female or gender neutral reader
- Au’s welcome
Who I’ll write for
- Wilbur (have to double check that)
I write for a lot of people in Harry Potter so here is a list of people I won’t write for
Most Marvel characters. If ur not sure just ask and I’ll say if I do or don’t
💕 reader turns into a baby and obsessed with Bucky. Awww 🥺
bucky barnes x reader / masterlist
warnings; fluff, morgan definitely being tony’s kid, biting, swearing, spoilers for IW and Endgame, mention of the blip, childish behaviour from adults, terrible humour (I really am sorry), spoiler for WV, mention of age gap, kinda a crossover, an absolute mess 😂
“Morgan?” Bucky frowned, as the girl tried to speed past him. It was not wise for anyone to allow the mischievous child run around the compound alone, she always got up to nothing but trouble, and there was such a glazing in her brown eyes.
She didn’t spare him a glance, instead, she bolted, causing the super soldier to sigh. He would have went after her if there weren’t already footsteps recurring from the path that she had just came from; it was his father. It so happened that there was a bundle of joy in his arms, crying like the sudden crack of dawn.
“What were you going to do, wait another five years to tell everyone about this one, Stark?” Bucky asked with a chuckle, though the cries from the infant muted at the sound of his voice. The child wiggled in Tony’s grasp, trying her utmost to reach out for the vibranium armed hero.
“She’s not my daughter, if she was, I think me and you would be having conversations.” Tony’s words spurred a frown to combust out onto Barnes’ face, and the billionaire sighed, shifting the baby so that the baby was in Bucky’s arms.
The child cooed up at him, her eyes were a baby blue, sure to avert possibly into a different colour once she grew elder. “Look, I didn’t ask if I could hold her, she’s cute, but why do you-“
“Morgan did it.” Tony willingly blamed his own daughter. With her various experimentations, she was definitely taking after him. He’d be sure to keep this one quiet from Pepper, otherwise he was almost certain that he’d be banned from bringing Morgan on expeditions to the compound.
“I though y/n was supposed to be watching her.” Stated the enhanced soldier, cocking his head at the information that he recalled. He promptly remembered you abandoning him half way through training the newbie recruits, because Happy was dropping Morgan off, and you had offered watch over her, despite the associate being there.
“She was, and now you’re going to have to watch over her.” Tony pointed specifically to the child in his arms, and that was when realisation hit Bucky. He gulped, breathing through his nose to calm himself, as all the pieces clicked perfectly together.
This was not just a child - it was you. As he gazed down at you, he could finally see the pouted expression that would fixate upon your face when you paid attention to him when you were drunk, there was a glazing over your eyes as you raised your small and innocent hands, scraping down the stubble of his chin, as you curled further into his arms.
“I am going to kill you.” He steadily spoke, huffing as Sam went to walk past, but stopped himself when he saw the bundle of joy that was content in the brooding soldier’s arms.
“What the hell! Did you and y/n have a baby or something without telling anyone?” Oh, how he wished those were the circumstances, and if the pair of you were to ever have a child together, then he would be impartial to the idea of doing so.
"This is not my child, it's y/n, thanks to Stark over there." He bounced you in his arms, he even felt a small dribble of spit seep through his shirt, but he didn't mind, not as his icy glare was intently prized upon the philanthropist.
"Hey, it was my daughter's fault, not mine!" Tony excused himself from the blame, holding his palm against his chest, as he received as such. Sam ogled at him for a second, before returning his attention back into Bucky, and little you.
He came forwards, reaching his hand towards you, keening as you went to grasp his. As you did so, a smile broke out upon the man’s face, until it contorted into a sharp frown, the noise of a yelp escaping from his lips. “That little bitch bit me.”
“Language.” Steve rounded the corner, his golden brows raising when he saw the infant contently resting in his best friend’s arms. “Did you and y/n have a baby without telling us?”
“That’s what I said!” Sam beckoned to the blonde, as he averted a strong gaze to you and your normal sized partner. "Until she bit me, it reminds me of that time that I tried to steal her fries."
"I don't see why your complaining." Bucky rolled his eyes, bracing you up straighter so that your forehead was pressed lightly against his shoulder. "I'm the one whose partner is an actual child."
"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam rolled his eyes in reference to how you were beforehand, before Steve cut in, directing his leading tone towards the men that were stood idly by.
"What actually happened?" Tony found his enquiry to be an opportunity to avert the fault from himself; how lucky indeed was it that Steve asked such a thing.
"Technically it's your fault capsicle. Morgan found your prototype of your unsuccessful time machine. As you can see, she turned into a baby, much like Lang. And if you want to push the blame off of yourself, blame these two for their asses disappearing."
"Hey, if I wanted to disappear, I wouldn't have made such a dramatic exit. I'd have just left for my sister's." Crossing his arms, Sam shook his head at the man that was not wearing his iron suit. He was unable to take any responsibility, unless it was for his genius brain wave of creating the true transportation for the time heist.
"Well I'm going to keep that noted for any future repercussions." Oh, how Wilson regretting mentioning that now.
"You left it out, within your daughter's reach." Bucky quirked his brow, as he prepared to head towards the storage of the private laboratory that was shared between the two science bros.
"Technically, that was the big green guy." Bucky vouched not to listen to Stark, instead, he continued to walk, leaving the three other men in his rear view, though for the most part, he could still hear them bickering.
"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change."
"Maybe we should turn you into a baby, I doubt much would change." Tony mimicked Steve, thus only proving his point. He was certainly a man that enjoyed pressing people's buttons, it was a shining attribute of the once playboy, and god, did it annoy the hell out of Barnes.
As he entered the laboratory, he found the lab to be in a state of havoc. "Hey, it wasn't me this time." Scott laughed, as he used an extinguisher against the frayed machine, that was blubbering sparks from its ruined exterior.
"Smash!" A small green child, wearing glasses that were far too big for him, ran across the room, followed shortly by a child with long blonde hair wrapped up in a red cape, as though it were some kind of makeshift diaper.
"Explain." Bucky bluntly stated, clenching his jaw, as he cooed lightly at your cries that pierced the air. He bounced you in his arms, not quite certain of what he was supposed to do.
In his time, there wasn't exactly an education system to teach the men going to war how to parent, or even care for a child. A part of him panicked; it was you, he hated seeing you cry in general, but now he couldn't attempt to find out the cause for your falling tears.
"Aw is that y/n?" The man half dressed in his ant man suit asked, a bright smile on his face, as he reached out to hold you. To say Bucky was hesitant to pass you to him was an understatement. "I have a daughter, I've looked after a baby before."
"From jail?" The white wolf asked, as he heard a crash exhibit from the connecting room, obviously being the fault of the two most destructive avengers, or at least, their little versions. Being aged down was definitely certification for trouble, everyone knew that.
"Okay I wasn't in there for that long." Scott reassured him, he picked up a bottle of milk from the table, handing it to the metal armed man, whom had never fed a child before. He found himself, cautiously, keeping a watchful eye, passing you over to the former criminal, intently watching every movement that the man made.
Lange simply fed you. "Always thought you and y/n would have a cute baby, imagine its- oh yeah, well after all that stuff that happened with vision and SWORD, we thought it best to destroy any technology that was recovered from the old base. This part survived, and well, I went into its- okay, you don't want to hear the science, but basically Thor insisted he could break it with his hammer, albeit whilst I was inside of it, and it sent energy around the room that turned them into pubescent children."
"I can see that it did nothing to you. And I thought Morgan did it.”
"I was so relieved, lucky I- wait, was that an insult?" Bucky remained primitively silent, and that answered Scott's question. The hero sighed, as you finished nursing, and your arms reached for Bucky, to whom he passed you to. “And I lied...”
He literally blamed a five year old for the screw up of grown men. Tony was going to thrive off this information, whence he knew that his daughter was in fact not the culprit.
"What do we do now?" He was eager to find a cure for this betrothed science. Those whom were responsible for your decrease in age, well, one was running around the compound, and the other, well, he was even younger than Morgan currently.
"You could wait twenty years, I mean you two already have quite a big age gap, and please don't kill me. I'm not sure that Cap would approve, I am a vital source to the team!"
"I'm not going to kill you tic tac. Or at least not at least until we fix these three."
"Phew." Scott wiped his brow, blowing air from his mouth. "Wait thre- oh yeah, the little guy carrying the hammer that is bigger than himself, and the
"Okay, we need someone smarter." Bucky sighed heavily, as he hugged you in thought. "You tried hitting it again with the hammer?"
"Oh my god, I could be worthy!" Gasped Scott, running off to the next room, only to come back limping, a pained expression on his face. "Little Asguardian bastard hit me!"
Bucky contained his smirk, and instead passed you to Lang, venturing into the other part of the lab, finding that Bruce was asleep, a blob of snot hanging from his nose, he could see the hammer in the middle of the room, almost as though it were waiting for him to attempt grabbing the handle, and Thor was-
The minuscule god jumped from one of the shelves, wrapping his arms around the front of Bucky’s neck, as he put all his weight on the super soldier’s back. In all practicality, Thor was strangling him, and Bucky tapped his arm, trying to convince him to let go.
“I know who Noobmaster69 is.” Thor quirked his head, lessening his hold, as he promptly awaited his now older friend to continue. “It’s, its- his name is Wade Wilson.”
“Wilson!” No, gosh no. Bucky stood completely, making sure to keep Thor in the vicinity, he needed him to be so so that he could reverse the affects on the son of Odin.
“Not Sam. Wade.” He had never met the man before, but god did he seem like a dick. When the pair of you were getting a taxi, the driver Dopinder just could not shut up about his friend, who liked to wear red, and had a kink for unicorns.
Wade certainly sounded like a weird one, but right now, his pass time was getting Thor to pick up that hammer. “Where can I find this Wade?” It practically left his mouth as a hiss, if the imagery and proven death supposed otherwise, he’d possibly think it was Loki instead.
“I will tell you, if you pick up that hammer, and hit it against that old machine. Got it buddy?”
“It’s name is Stormbreaker!” Bellowed the norseman, who tried to slide off his back, but Bucky kept a hold of his legs, refraining him from going anywhere. “Get peter to do it, I don’t want to play that game anymore!”
“Uuh, hi Mr Barnes...” That voice, oh he knew it, and the majority of the time it irritated him, he was Tony's little pet. “And, baby avengers?”
“Don’t ask kid.” Peter nodded, as he went to reach for a spanner. “Can you pick the hammer up, are you worthy?”
“Am I worthy?” He wondered aloud, his eyes fixated on the hammer, as he stepped towards it, holding his hand out, and clasping his palm around the handle, it feeling weightless in his grip, as he picked it up without effort. “Oh my god (it’s Robert Downey Junior)!”
“Great, now take it out there, I’ll deal with these two. And don’t do anything yet.” He was certainly feeling like a sergeant, throwing all the orders to the others, Peter complied, carrying the hammer as though it were an empty duffel.
“Can I try?” Instantly, after Peter passing it to him, Scott had such hope, until the force of gravity hit, and it fell on his foot, causing a light scream to ripple through his throat. “Get it off, get it off!”
Peter did so, as Bucky kept Thor on his shoulders, and grabbed a hold of Bruce’s chubby little ankle, dragging him into the other room. “Shit he’s heavy.” He saw that you were sat in the grand spinny chair, making Bucky relived that you weren’t in Lang’s arms as he attempted to have a moment of worthiness.
“What’d you do, go all Winter soldier on his ass and knock him out?!” Half screamed the prodigy of Hank Pym.
“Of course not, I think Thor did it.”
“Oh yeah, blame the kid because I did the same.”
“Put your suit from Stark on kid, unless you want to become a fetus.” Bucky ignored Scott for the moment,
“I got Hope to send her outfit, it will stretch to accommodate you, but I also think it would hug your shape nicely.”
“That was fast.” Muttered Peter, and Bucky shook his head, eyeing the outfit with weird eyes.
“I’m crazy, but not crazy enough to wear that.” Sighing, he grasped it in his hands, walking to the other room to squeeze into it. He noticed you watching, and thus he turned the chair around so that you couldn’t see anything. Little did he realise until he came out, that you had spun it around again, and was giggling. “Don’t laugh at me, or you won’t be allowed to see it when you’re returned to normal.”
A pout settled on your small lips, and it appeared as though you were getting ready to cry again, but before you could do so, a distraction intervened. An uninvited, and confusing one.
“Stop. Can I just say, that is some cruel declaration for the both of you, you’re my fave ship, after me and Hugh Jackman of course, but he doesn’t even know that this version of me exists.” A newfound imposter called out, his arms raised in the air. Leather gloves crinkled as he twitched his fingers, his white eyes freaking Scott the fuck out. “May I join you on this journey? I read about you guys in comics. And can I just say, I want to see these hunks and that hottie all grown up.”
“You want to see me go Winter Soldier on someone Lang?” Bucky gritted his teeth, prepared to murder this man for ever posing such words about you into the open air. Him speaking obviously drew some attention to him though, but it was not his rage that was mentioned, instead, it was his attire- or well, Hope’s.
“Nice suit Buck Buck. Can you do a twirl for me, I wanna see if it competes with America’s ass. Damn, does that man have some buns on him.”
“I know right!” Scott eagerly agreed, earning a smack in the nuts, to which had made him close to crumbling.“You had to use the metal hand, didn’t you.” Whimpered the Ant to the false Wasp, clamping his hands over his goods as he half hunched over. “I thought you often forgot to use it coz your right handed.”
“You’re on my left.” Gross, he sounded like Sam.
“Who the hell are you?” Thor spoke, and it felt familiar on his tongue. It was as though he had asked an enemy the same thing before...
“I, am Noobmaster69.”
“Hi, I’m Peter. Oh, we’re using our made up names, I thought Sam said it was that guy from that tech place.” Peter scratched his head through the mask, providing a small verbal distraction, as Thor willingly set himself free, launching at the intruder, whilst snatching the hammer from a suited up Peter.
“Aaasrrrghh.” He screamed like a true deity of the vikings.
“Thor, no!” Lang screamed, knowing that he’d have to come up with another excuse. The cameras had been fused whence Thor had first struck the hammer in the room, and it abused the guy in the red suit as he went for his legs, attacking the friend of Dopinder.
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What my phone photo album would look like if I was dating Tom Hiddleston part 4.
Honestly would need a back up drive for all the photos of tom I would be taking 🤣🤣
(all photos and gifs founded on Pinterest)
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Y/N: I got called pretty today.
Y/N: Actually the full statement was “You’re pretty dumb”, but I’m only focusing on positive things today.
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Breakfast and Mornings and Things - Avengers
[ Avengers x reader ]
Author's note: Just thought I'd do a short drabble with some of the avengers :)
You groaned and got out of bed as your alarm went off. You didn't have training this morning, which was a relief considering your tired state. You quickly changed out of your pajamas and got ready for breakfast.
You hadn't been an avenger for too long, so you were still getting used to the whole avengers tower thing. You'd still get lost sometimes, and you'd have to ask Friday for help around the compound.
You yawned as you walked through the rooms and entered the kitchen to see Tony already snacking on a piece of bread.
"Morning." You greeted lazily as you stride to take some cereal from the cupboard. It didn't take long for Nat and Steve to join the two of you for breakfast.
"Do we have more coffee?" Steve asked as he saw Tony take the last bit of coffee.
"Yep, in... one of those drawers." Tony pointed towards the many drawers that Steve has to go through to get more coffee.
"Goodluck old man." You chuckled as Steve sighed and rubbed his forehead just as Sam entered the room.
You grabbed a bowl and some milk from the fridge and began assembling your cereal. You poured some cereal into the bowl before the milk, causing Sam to protest.
"Wait wait wait–" Sam made gestures with his hands to stop you from what you were doing. "You pour your cereal first?"
"Yes. Pouring milk first is just not it."
"I have to agree with y/n." Wanda piped in as she walked towards the table.
"But your cereal gets soggy." He complained, pointing at your cereal to prove his point.
"I guess I like it slightly soggy." You shrugged, Sam looking like he just saw a chicken riding a ghost. You made your way towards the dining table, next to Wanda, and lift your spoon to start eating when you felt a gush of wind knock the cereal out of your spoon.
"Piet." You groaned as he slowed down to lean against the wall.
"What's got you so grumpy printessa?" Smirking, he used his super speed to pick up the bowl of cereal that was in front of you, and started eating it.
"No fighting in the kitchen, kids!" Tony's voice rang from the living room, where he was enjoying his toast on the couch.
You never understood the people who live with others and like mornings. You knew that you'd never get used to mornings with the avengers, especially with a bird making comments about your breakfast, and a certain speedster that always steals your food. And you haven't forgotten the commotion that happens in the mornings. Guess I'll just have to get used to this.
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THE LITTLE PRINCE
Summary: You’ve had a rough day and you find comfort in the library
Warnings: Fluff, angst, comfort
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader
Word Count: 3k
“Fury, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention-“ Nick immediately cuts you off. “Damn right you weren’t! I took a chance with letting another kid on this damn team and you made me look like a fool! You let me down today.” He snapped. Your eyes begin to fill with warm tears at his words. “I wasn’t on my game. You’re right. It won’t happen again, I promise.” you trembled. “It better not. You’re excused.” He replied sternly before looking down at the file in his hand.
You quickly turned around, pushing the door open and rushing down the hallway. Going to your room was the most predictable choice but instead, you decided to head to the library. The library was quiet and no one ever bothered to go in there which definitely meant some alone time. As you walked you wiped the tears from your eyes frantically, in fear of running into anyone on the way. You finally reach the library, pushing the door open in a hurry and closing it behind you. The air feels less heavy in the library, it’s always clean and the smell from the fireplace is always comforting.
You gently run your fingers against the spines of the books, feeling each different texture under your fingertips. You pull one of the books from the shelf and run your hand over the front of it, admiring the cover. The Little Prince, the same one that you read as a kid. You smiled to yourself as you opened the cover, walking over to the tall dark wood cabinet filled with an array of blankets. You pull one of the knitted blankets from the cabinet and settle down on the loveseat couch.
As you flip through the pages of the book, you hear a slight shuffle from behind one of the bookcases which causes you to snap your head up in confusion. “Is someone there?” you ask lightly. Suddenly, Loki peers his head around the corner of the bookcase with a nervous smile on his face. “Loki? How long have you been there?” You chuckle. “Not much longer before you came running in. You seemed quite upset and I did not want to bother you.” He mumbled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in here.” you apologize before closing your book and sitting up.
“Please, stay. Don’t let me get in the way of your alone time.” He pleads. “Are you sure? You were here before me and I don’t wanna be a bother to you.” You ask cautiously. “I’m quite okay with sharing the space. That is if you are okay with it.” He proposes. You smile warmly at him and his posture settles, his tense shoulders relaxing a bit. He pulls a book off the shelf without reading the title and sits on the couch across from the one you’re settled on.
“The Little Prince” Loki smiles. “Hm?” you reply in confusion. He then motions to the book in your hands and you continue. “Oh, yeah. It’s one of my favourites actually.” you smile at him. “Is it? I can’t say I’ve ever read that one. What’s it about?” he asks in a genuine tone. “Well, it’s about a little prince who meets a pilot stranded in the desert. The prince tells the pilot that he was born on an asteroid and he recounts many strange encounters from his travels. I don’t want to spoil it much but it is definitely worth reading” you explain passionately. Loki doesn’t take his eyes off of you the whole time, he enjoys watching you explain the things you love.
“Would you mind reading me some of it?” Loki asks boldly. You’re shocked by his sudden boldness but it makes you smile. “I’d love to. Would it be okay if you sat closer? I’m a pretty quiet reader.” You smile. Loki raises his eyebrow at your words and approaches the couch you’re stretched out on. You quickly sit up and he sits down on the cushion beside you with a soft smile. He hesitantly lifts his hand, wrapping his forearm around both your ankles pulling them back over his lap and gently resting his hand on your leg once you’re settled. You smile at the sudden contact. He nods at you and you reopen the book, landing back on your previous page.
“He could not say anything more. His words were choked by sobbing. The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms and rocked him. I said to him: ‘The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will…’. I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go hand in hand with him once more. It is such a secret place, the land of tears.” You finish the page, glancing up at Loki only to see his eyes filled with a gentle look, a look that sends butterflies to your stomach.
He gently caresses his hand up and down your leg. His touch is light and delicate. “Did… did you like it?” you stutter. He clears his throat before meeting your gaze. “It was beautiful. You read it beautifully.” He smiles. You chuckle before closing the book and looking back up at him. “So do you think you’ll give it a shot?” you ask hesitantly. “Definitely. Do you mind?” he replies, holding his hand out in front of you. “Not at all. As long as you tell me what you think.” you smile while placing the book in his hand gently. He takes the book and rests it on your legs gently while they still rest on top of his thighs.
“What about you? What’s your favourite book?” you ask, breaking the silence. “I’m afraid my favourite book is one you wouldn’t be able to read. Although, once I can get my hands on a copy of it, maybe I could read it to you.” Loki replies wholeheartedly. “Why wouldn’t I be able to read it?” you chuckle lightly. “I’m afraid it’s one that hasn’t been translated yet. Unless you are able to read Asgardian, you’re stuck with me.” he chuckles in response. “Hm, you’re right. Asgardian language is not something I’ve learned.” you smile back.
You begin to fiddle with the fabric of the blanket, avoiding eye contact with Loki. “Is something bothering you?” he speaks up. “It’s nothing extreme, I’ll be okay,” you reply, focusing on the blanket that rests on your legs. “I’ve been told I can be a good listener. You’re free to speak your mind.” Loki states in a comforting tone. You open your mouth in an attempt to speak but you close it once your eyes meet with Loki’s once again. “It’s okay. You can trust me,” he speaks up once again.
Something about Loki’s eye made you think you could trust him with anything. His touch was comforting. Everything about him was just inviting and comforting. You sigh before clearing your throat to speak more clearly. “Things went badly today, like really badly. I wasn’t paying attention and I didn’t have Nat’s back when I promised I would, she trusted me and I almost got her killed. Fury was really upset afterwards and well… he told me that I let him down. It just really hit hard I guess. I feel like I’m always just letting everyone down.” you reply. Your chest becomes tight as you open up about your feelings, it wasn’t something you did often but Loki really made it feel like it was okay.
“You’ve never let me down.” He replies sternly before reaching over and placing his hand on top of yours. You flinch at the sudden skin-to-skin contact and Loki looks at you in confusion. “I’m sorry… I’m just not used to physical affection I guess.” You sigh. He lifts his hand from yours in worry. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He mutters. “Oh no, it’s not that. Trust me, you don’t make me uncomfortable. It’s just new I guess.” you explain before placing your hand on top of his. He smiles at you warmly. “I can assure you that you don’t let everyone down. I believe you are one of the hardest working people I know. Everyone makes mistakes once in a while, believe it or not. You’re excellent at what you do, don’t let this little slip up make you think any different.” Loki continues in an empathetic tone.
Loki flips his hand, entangling your fingers with his as he continues to sympathize with you. “Now I am a firm believer in the fact that no one can completely sympathize with someone else. Everyone goes through things differently. What I do know for sure is that you’re strong, compelling, tender, passionate, might I add, ravishing.” Loki states, his voice filled with honesty. “You… you truly mean that?” you ask in disbelief.
“Yes. I do. It pains me knowing that is hard for you to believe. Just know that I do mean every word.” Loki replies in a dejected tone. You sigh and raise your hand, resting it gently against Loki’s cheek. His skin is soft, it feels delicate and cold. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes and sighing at the intimate contact. “You’re so kind Loki. There is so much good in your heart.” You reply in honesty. “Excuse my candour, but the good in my heart is mostly for you.” He sighs, his eyes still closed as his head rests in your hand.
He rests there for a moment before opening his eyes again and meeting your gaze. “You’re dangerous.” He sighs, pulling your hand down from his face. You sit up, removing your legs from his lap and crossing them in front of you, confined to a single cushion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.” you mutter, looking down at your hands. Loki sighs and leans forward, holding his head in his hands. “You didn’t overstep. I simply just enjoyed it too much.” He mutters back. “Is that such a back thing?” you question. “It goes against everything that I’ve stood for in these past few years.” He snaps back. “Loki… I don’t understand.” you stammer. “How could you? I myself can’t even understand it.” He snaps again, looking back up at you.
“Maybe, you could explain it to me?” you ask hesitantly. He looks at you in confusion and sighs. “I promised myself that I would not open up to anyone. I refuse to let myself be hurt by anybody, not again. I have felt the pain of betrayal and I can say with certainty that I do not wish to ever feel it again.” He explained in honesty. Your eyes soften and you lean forward, resting your forehead against Loki’s broad shoulder, avoiding eye contact before responding. “Loki… It can be easy to think everyone’s out to get you when you’ve been hurt before, but instead of being stuck on the pain and everything that went wrong, you must allow yourself the power of forgiveness. Forgiveness can be so strong. Instead of shutting the world out, think of all the people who love you and the people who think highly of you. Thor, for example, adores you with his whole heart. You’re his little brother, whether you like it or not. Think of how you keep trying to be a better person, I know that you’re trying your best to change your ways. You have come such a long way since New York, even then, that wasn’t completely you; let these be reminders that you are a person worthy of love and that you deserve phenomenal love.” you insist, full of care.
Loki sits in silence, he doesn’t reply, his breathing even becomes soft to the point where it’s almost silent. Suddenly, he clears his throat, startling you. “Look at me.” He replies sternly. You hesitantly lift your head and his eyes meet yours. His face is red, tears had flown down his cheeks leaving salty streaks on his delicate skin. His eyes are a slight pink and his lips are slightly parted, letting out small breaths. Your eyes, full of worry, scan his face frantically. You didn’t even know that he had been crying, he was so silent, almost as if he was experienced in silently sobbing.
Before you can speak again, he swiftly lifts his hands, gently holding each side of your face in his hands. He pulls you closer to him, resting his forehead against yours. His nose delicately brushes against yours as he searches your eyes almost as if he is trying to understand you in a simple gaze. He lets out a shuttered breath against your lips. “Can I?” He whispers softly, almost to the point where it’s unintelligible. You simply nod before he connects your lips with his, passionately inhaling at the moment of contact like it was something he had been waiting for and needing for a long time. His lips are soft and sweet, his tongue is delicate and swift as his mouth explores yours. His scent wraps around you, filling your nostrils with a warm mix of the burning fireplace, sandalwood and vanilla. Everything about it is comforting, he is comforting.
After a few more moments, you gently pull away, taking a deep breath. He moves his hands down to your shoulders and you tilt your head to look up at him. “I’m going to let you down.” He sighs before looking down, avoiding your eyes. “You won’t let me down Loki,” you state sympathetically.
“No... no.. the thing is, I will, more than once probably.” he sighs again. Before you can protest he continues on. “But, I am greedy. I don’t want to let you go. I give you my word now, I will never… ever, intentionally hurt you. I know that I am not perfect and I know that I am often torn between good and evil, but you, for you, I want to be good.” he stammers, another year flowing down his delicate cheek. You gently place your hand against his cheek, wiping the single tear away and lifting his face up to meet your gaze. His guard is broken down when his eyes meet yours and he sees the unexpected. He sees sympathy, understanding and care. “We all make mistakes. I promise you that with every mistake you make, I will be there with you along the way to guide you in the right direction. I promise.” you smile weakly. He is unable to hold back his tears at your words, he leans down resting his face in the crook of your neck, letting his cries out but this time they are not silent. For the first time in a very long time, Loki doesn’t feel the need to muffle and disguise his pain, he feels safe. You gently run your hand across his back, caressing him as he lets out his pain.
Once his sobs become less frequent, he lifts his head to reveal his face. His eyes are redder and his cheeks are flushed pink. His cheeks are tear-stained and salty. As you gently and intricately wipe his tears away, he examines your face. He smiles to himself as he watches the way your eyelashes flutter when you blink, he admires the tone of your lips and how beautifully the colour compliments your skin. He studies your complexion and admires how delicate and beautiful you look in this lighting. “I was right, you are very dangerous.” Loki chuckles lightly. “Oh yeah? How so?” you ask, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “You, my dear, have me wrapped around the pretty little finger of yours. You have me wrapped so tightly that I would follow you anywhere, anything you say, I will do. You have me.” he chuckles again softly. You smile, cheeks flushing with pink at his words. He watches your smile and leans in once again, planting a soft and delicate kiss on your forehead, then down to the tip of your nose, finally landing on your lips, tangling his soft lips with yours. You giggle at the sudden affection and he only smiles wider.
Once he breaks the kiss, he sits back against the back of the loveseat and pats his chest, holding his arm out for you to cuddle underneath. You gently lean in and cozy up against his side as he rests his arm around you, settling with a sigh of comfort and relief. You hesitantly pick up the small book that had fallen between you two in the moment, holding it up to him with a smile. “You would like me to read?” he asks with a chuckle. “I would love it if you did,” you reply softly. He smiles as he opens the book once again, continuing from the familiar page that you had read to him not too long before. You close your eyes as you listen to the mix of the crackling of the warm fireplace and the hum of Loki’s voice as he reads the book that brings you so much comfort. He lifts his hand and runs it softly through your hair, soothing you as he reads. What once was a day filled with guilt, sadness and anger was now saved and filled with love, comfort and most of all, understanding.
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note: got the idea here (I pulled up a random number generator and chose three) and I wrote down four characters on slips of paper + picked a random one.
➬ 56. "why are you still with me?" ✧ 73. "don't say anything else, just stay." ✧ 81. "why can't you see that?"
(pairing: helmut zemo x reader | fandom: marvel | genre: somewhat angst, sprinkle of fluff | warnings: none)
“why are you still with me?” helmut questioned, deciding at the time to interrupt the shared silence. you glanced up from your book, dipping a finger to mark your spot, and chuckled, “what kind of question is that, helmut?”
he fidgeted with the gold necklace he always wore around his neck: a keepsake from his past that he no longer spoke of. when his eyes met yours, you were taken aback by the solemnity in his gaze; the question was one that seemed to hold weight on his mind, and your answer would either keep him afloat or drag him under.
“hel, where's this coming from?” you swivel your body to face him, hands reaching up to grasp his face, the pads of your thumbs smoothing over the slight stubble sprinkled over his jaw.
“you know the man I used to be,” he started, hesitancy in his tone, “the things I've done that I thought were right... justified,” he rambled, distress marking his features.
“while I may be a free man, there are still people from my past out there in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike me where it pains me the most... you.” his thin lips quiver at the thought, “and I don't think I could ever forgive myself if anything happened to you.”
“so, you think – for that very reason – I should leave you?” you ask, disbelief written all over your face.
“love, I don't want this life for you. to be constantly relocating, putting your life at risk, wondering when you'll finally have some semblance of normalcy.” he pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation, “look, all I'm saying is–”
you cut him off with a finger to his lips, “the man you were 10 years ago is not the same man you are now. why can't you see that? I chose to be with you, I knew what came along with the decision.”
the bedsheets rustled underneath you as his arms sought your waist; head carefully tucked in your collarbone, warm breaths fanning over your neck. you mindlessly skim your hand through his chestnut locks, massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers, reveling in his pleased hum.
“don't say anything else, just stay,” he whispered; vulnerability evident in the way his arms tightened their hold on your body – afraid that you would slip away, like you always did in his nightmares.
“I'm not going anywhere, hel. I don't care what happens, I can handle this. all I want is for you to trust me, okay?”
you feel him nod against you – words abandoning him in favor of a physical agreement.
for the rest of the night, murmurs of reassurances and promises filled the short space between the two of you.
helmut – for once in his life – slept with no worries; the light press of your chest to his back a visible metaphor of your loyalty.
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Imagine Zemo flirting with you when Bucky breaks him out of jail.
*Gender Neutral Reader*
You were hearing Bucky’s plan, and you and Sam both had the immediate thought that maybe Bucky followed through with the plan without actually consulting you before he did it. The explanation he was giving now was courtesy so you weren’t so shocked when Zemo actually came through the doorway. You rolled your eyes at Bucky’s plan, only able to really sigh as you realize you’ll just have to go with it and deal with repercussions later.
“Hello Bucky. Sam. And who’s this?” Came his voice from the dark of the entryway. You assume he’s asking in reference to you, as he’s mentioned Bucky and Sam. While they were having a slight argument, you took the time to introduce yourself to who you knew to be Zemo.
“I’m (Y/N). I’m with these two boneheads.” You smile, hoping to ease the tensions that were palpable by cracking a joke about your teammates.
“Well, I’m happy to meet someone who looks so breathtaking. I’m assuming you know me as Zemo.” He comes up to you, and takes a hand to press a small, quick kiss to the knuckles.
“No!” Came from Sam and Bucky at the same time who saw and heard Zemo trying to flirt with you. But you were rightfully flustered after his nice compliment, which you assume were Zemo’s intentions. But he backs up with his hands in the air, trying to show he was going to agree to their rules.
“That’s only fair for helping me to break out. I won’t immediately try to flirt with your teammate right off the bat.” But he throws a wink your way, and the tongue that sticks out of the corner of his mouth causes your mouth to go dry, and your entire body to feel warmed. You break eye contact, unable to stop the small smirk due to his flirtatious personality.
Bucky and Sam groan, and Sam takes the time to get under Bucky’s skin by asking, “Are you sure you did the wrong thing?” But for what it’s worth, even if he was a criminal, you think it could be the right decision. Even if it was for a couple weeks, you think it could be a couple weeks of fun among the hard mission you have to all accomplish.
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| loki x reader | fluff |
little loki blurb 🤍
anon requested. Loki defends the reader￼
“You’re absolutely useless! If you’re going to crack under the pressure, why are you even here? You’re a liability!” Stark shouted at you, his words echoing off the walls and into your heart.
“You can’t keep fucking up,” Nat followed, disappointment in her voice.
You stood in the training room, after failing your practice mission for the second time. You were new to the team, and still very rough around the edges. You didn’t have the training they did, and you were reminded of that at every opportunity.
“I’m trying, please, I’ll do it again!” You begged, trying not to sound weak in front of your boss. You wanted to melt into the floor when your voice faltered, and everyone sighed.
“It’s not going to help, you’re wasting my time.” Stark muttered.
“Stark, I’m doing my best-”
“It’s not good enough. Can you get out of here please so we can start doing something that’s productive?!”
You were startled by the harsh rejection, and it took all of your strength not to cry. You turned away, leaving the room without another word.
You were gone before you could hear Vision suggest that maybe Stark and Nat were being too hard on you, and Steve’s gentle agreement.
You sprinted down the hall, tears blinding your vision as you made your way to your bedroom. You weren’t paying attention, your mind completely caught up in the hateful words spoken to you. They made your stomach uneasy with acid and your chest ache, each one tearing into you a little deeper.
“Y/N-!” Loki gasped as you collided with his chest. He caught you before you could fall, his arms going around your smaller body. You tried to rush out an apology, but the worried god didn’t let you slip from his grasp.
“What’s troubled you? You’re crying,” He held your elbows, keeping you in front of him.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine,” you tried to assure him.
“You must know that you can’t lie to me, or deceive me?”
Loki’s hand cupped your jaw, tilting your head up. You were forced to look at him, and you couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks.
You felt ridiculous for crying over being yelled at, but all the emotion came flowing out of you, leaving you powerless against it.
“Please, tell me what’s happened,” Loki coaxed you gently. His tone held no hint of disapproval or annoyance, offering you comfort unlike the others.
“My training didn’t go well,” you answered. A half truth, praying the god didn’t pester you further.
Loki pried into your mind, his fingers pressed to your forehead. Your memories filled his mind, and he listened to what was said to you, the sharpness jarring him to the bone. He couldn’t imagine how you’d taken it, and he was suddenly filled with fury.
He couldn’t fathom how they could treat you with such cruelty and disrespect. His heart hurt at the sight of your tears, and the idea of causing them made Loki physically ill. You were so sweet, and obviously trying your best, and you certainly didn’t deserve to be treated as you were.
Loki was suddenly in his own head again, gazing down at your tearstained face, cheeks rosy from embarrassment. He took your hand and pulled you back to the training rooms, and you let him drag you, too startled to object.
“Wait, they told me to leave,” you started to protest as your mind caught up with your body.
Loki threw the doors open, storming inside with you. The avengers all halted their activities, staring at the young god. Those who were smart, felt a small prickle of fear at his wrath.
“How dare you!” He thundered at Nat and Stark, both standing over a map of Sokovia.
“You’ve been unnecessarily cruel! Y/N does not have the training that you do, and the way you’ve treated her is completely unacceptable! You’re vicious, horrible monsters, and you should be ashamed. She is a valuable member of this team, and you only have yourself to blame for not doing your job. If I ever find out that you’ve so much as raised your voice, I will burn you, this bloody tower, and all of New York City to the ground!” Loki’s lashed out at them, rage pouring from his tone.
“I expect you to apologize, lest you want to feel what truth wrath is.”
“Y/N, I’m sorry. He’s right, we’ve been unfair to you,” Stark sighed, unable to hide the obvious fear Loki struck into him. Nat agreed, and you murmured a small thank-you.
Loki whisked you of the room, and you were too stunned to process anything that just happened.
“Nobody has ever stood up for me before,” you said suddenly.
“I’m so sorry. You deserve to have someone looking out for you,” Loki spoke with conviction.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging the god tightly, whispering a thank you.
“I’m going to stand up for you, and look out for you, always,” he promised, squeezing you tightly.
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A Pure Soul: Nearly Taken (Yandere!Wanda Maximoff x ADD!autistic!reader)
*Not my GIF.
Summary: The day (y/n) comes back to the compound after being told all those nasty things takes a toll on their mental health and self-esteem. Unfortunately it gets to a point that Wanda hoped it would NEVER reach.
Request?: Still none.
Word Count: 3,456
Warnings: Ableism, eugenics mention, r-word slur, attempted suicide, attempted overdose, hurt and comfort.
Notes: This is a sort of “in-between scene” from “A Pure Soul.” The rate of suicide is 3 times higher in autistic people because of the world’s lack of understanding and willingness to accommodate us. Plus being told the world would be better off without you, along with people looking for ways to make sure we’re not born....that’s gonna take a toll. So it makes sense for these feelings to emerge.
You know that the world isn’t very kind to the disabled.
You know that the world wishes people like you wouldn’t exist.
But that doesn’t make what happened hurt any less.
You were out shopping when you ran into your best friend from high school. Except....this friend wasn’t the same as you knew them. No, instead they showed you their true colors.
“Oh hey, (y/n),” they said.
Tone has never been your specialty.
“Hey!” you exclaimed happily as you were looking through the books at your local bookstore.
“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you! How are you?”
“Better. How’s the treatment coming along?”
This confused you.
“For that disease you call autism.”
This struck a chord, and it struck HARD. How could they say something like that?!
“I mean, it just makes us humans lives harder to be around your kind.”
“What the hell’s gotten into you?!” you exclaimed. “I thought you were my best friend!”
They pretended to wrack their brain.
“Oh! Yeah, I was such a great actor in that part. I should get an Oscar. Here’s the tea; I lost a bet and had to be your best friend for those four hellish years. I can’t believe they wanted me to suffer that much.”
Your heart began to crack. It was all....an act?
“You took my high school years away from me, made me miserable. I could’ve won prom royalty, but no one voted for me because I associated myself with your species. I’m glad you’re out of my life now. You’re nothing but a burden and the world would be so much better off without you. Why not do us that favor?”
Your heart shattered. You were so plagued with shock that you didn’t notice them push you to the ground and spit on you before walking away with a satisfied chuckle. For the next few minutes, you couldn’t say or do anything. You were just frozen to the spot, their words bouncing around your head.
Finally you were able to feel both the physical and emotional pain. Pursing your lips, you got up, kept your head down, and quickly left the bookstore, trying not to let the tears fall.
In the elevator, heading up to your floor, you can barely form a new thought. All you can think of is that hurtful interaction.
Burden, your kind, your species, disease....
It all hurt.
And the worst part is that you can’t help but think that they’re right.
But your thoughts are jolted by the elevator bell. As usual you find the Avengers hanging out in the lounge. Nat and Clint are chatting with Wanda. Tony and Peter are working on homework. You can barely see what the others are doing.
Almost instantly, Wanda’s eye falls on you. She has a smile on her face, but it falls when she sees you, as she instantly knows that something is wrong.
“(Y/N)!” she whispers worried.
She rushes over and gives you a gentle hug, but you practically squeeze the life out of her. The other Avengers also come to your aid.
“What happened?” Wanda asks you.
You gulp as she and Nat lead you to the couch.
“I....” you begin as you sit down. “I was out shopping....and I ran into my best friend from high school....”
You tell them the entire interaction. Shocked looks are nearly all around by the end.
“That’s seriously messed up,” Nat says in a mix of disgust and anger.
The others nod in agreement, except for Wanda. Instead she begins to tear up.
“My sweet angel,” she weeps softly as she hugs you closer and pets your head. “Oh, my sweet, sweet angel. None of what they said is true, not one bit of it. You’re an absolute joy to have around and you’re one of the kindest souls I’ve ever met. You bring so much to the Avengers and to our lives. Autism is not a disease. It’s a part of who you are, and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”
“Wanda’s right,” Peter nods. “You’re wonderful, (y/n). You’re one of the best friends I could ever ask for.”
“And you bring a lot of new perspectives,” Nat adds. “You came into our lives when we needed you the most, especially Wanda.”
They all take turns giving you words of comfort and encouragement as well as letting you cry. Wanda stays the closest to you, to no one’s surprise, hugging you tightly. Her embrace is exactly what you need right now; so warm and loving.
Tony, though not the most emotional person, does feel sympathetic and even angered at the person who said that to you; even though you’re on the opposite side of the Accords, he decides to get your favorite food for dinner. It’s not the greatest gesture of sympathy, but it’s definitely something. After that, you take a nice, warm shower and get into some fresh, soft pajamas. Wanda’s waiting for you in your bedroom, and surprises you with some soft socks that match your pajamas.
“I removed the fabric tags too,” she tells you.
Your heart melts a bit more for her. How someone as kind, attentive, and loving as her could ever be considered a terrible person is beyond you. You let her put them on your feet and they feel amazing. You wriggle your toes in them, smiling.
“You like them?” she asks you.
“I love them,” you giggle before turning to Wanda. “And I love you.”
She smiles and gives you a kiss on the forehead.
“I love you too, my angel.”
The two of you spend the rest of the night together, cuddling up close with one another, watching sitcoms, singing quietly. You doze off in her arms.....
But that doesn’t mean it’s over.....
You’re not someone who easily forgets how things make you feel, and what that person said still makes you feel like shit. Now whenever you go out, you’re worried that you’re going to run into them. You keep your guard up and walk as quickly as you can. Every outing feels like a fight for survival, but you try to stay strong so that you don’t bother the others. You try to keep a smile on your face. You need to be strong.....
.....But even the strong reach their limits.
It’s a little after you found out they became catatonic. You’re at a coffee shop, nearly empty, when someone else walks in. It’s a friend of that person. You keep your head low as they place their order; four cups of black coffee, extra hot. Your anxiety is increasing, but you don’t want this person to think you’re weak. You keep your back to them, hearing the door open again.
The other person is called for their order. Maybe you can finally get out of here.
The next thing you know, you feel something steaming hot being poured down the back of your shirt, on your head, thrown in your face, (which you luckily cover most of with your arms) and splattered on your arms and legs. Standing up, you cry out in pain as you whirl around to see 4 people from high school, among them the friend of your former best friend.
“It’s your fault my best friend can’t function, you retard!” the friend snaps as they push you around roughly.
“No one wants you on this planet,” spits another.
“You’re nothing but a parasite!”
“You just weigh people down!”
“You’re an embarrassment to society!”
“Why don’t you just end this?”
“It’ll be better that way!”
“Your birth was a mistake!”
By this time, you’re hardly a thread’s width away from a meltdown and you look at the cashier for help, but nothing. You try to take out your phone to call for help, but you end up slipping on the coffee, falling to the ground hard and in an odd position, hearing a crack. Pain surges through your body as you look at your arms; burn marks are beginning to form.
After they kick at you for a bit and spit on you, they leave. You look up at the cashier.
“Why....didn’t you help?” you whimper with a whistle in your voice.
They don’t help you up either. Crawling to the door, you use a nearby booth to bring yourself back up to your feet. Suddenly you feel an intense surge of pain in your left leg, and not just from the burns. You look to see that it’s swollen and turning reddish-purple. You reach into your coat and get out your phone only to discover that it’s dead. Wanda’s going to be worried sick....you hate making her worry, and she’s been worried sick these last few weeks to the point where it’s taking a toll on her; so on the way back, you decide to take one worry out of her life for good.
It’s dark when you get back to the compound. And lucky for you, the elevator is closed for repairs. You limp up the stairs, finally reaching the compound. As quiet as a dust mite, you open the door, biting down on your lips to keep yourself from crying out in pain; unfortunately, your lips took some burn damage as well. Limping to the bathroom, you shut and lock the door. You search the medicine cabinet and find some pills.
“This should do the trick,” you whisper.
You try to quietly position yourself on the floor so that you won’t hit your head. You want to be able to pass as peacefully as possible. But something gives in your left leg and you fall, letting out a loud cry of agony. Realizing your mistake, you quickly fiddle with the lid of the bottle as you hear footsteps rush in. You finally get the lid open and begin to pour out the whole bottle into your hand, hoping to get it in in time--
The lock turns scarlet, clicks, and the door swings opens.
A terrified Wanda immediately snatches the pills and bottle from you with her powers. She makes them disappear before heading to your side, tears already flowing from her eyes.
“My sweet angel.....” she squeaks as she kneels in front of you gently taking ahold of your hands. “I didn’t realize you were feeling this terrible. I’m so sorry things have reached this point.”
You look away guiltily.
“No, I’m sorry....it’s my fault. I never said....anything. You....you’ve been so stressed these past few weeks....all of you. I didn’t want to make it worse on you, so....I just kept quiet.”
Wanda shakes her head.
“You have nothing to apologize for, (y/n). It can be scary, but there’s no shame in reaching out. We all need help sometimes.”
Other footsteps rush in.
“What happened?” Nat asks. “Did (y/n)---?”
“Almost,” Wanda gulps. “We need to get them to the emergency room.”
“I’m fine,” you lie.
“Are you fine?” Wanda asks.
You realize that it’s pointless to lie, and you shake your head.
“No, I’m not....”
“Then we need to take you to the emergency room.....”
That’s when she sees the burns and leg.
“Especially to treat these.....what happened?”
As they carry you to the car, you tell them about the run-in at the coffee shop, them pouring the hot coffee on you, how they were telling you all of these things, how the cashier did nothing to help, how you heard that crack. Both of them are disgusted and horrified at those monsters.
“I don’t care what they say,” Nat tells you as they get you inside. “I’m glad that you’re here.”
“I am too,” Wanda agrees as she gets in the front seat. “We’re here for you.”
Wanda gently takes ahold of your fingers, careful to avoid the burns.
“My angel.....I can only imagine how isolating it feels to be in a world that’s not made for you, but your autism is part of who you are. It’s what makes you unique. If the world refuses to accommodate for people like you on their own, we’ll help them to see that they need to, and we’ll help advocate with you.”
Nat nods as she starts the car up and the three of you head for the ER.
“I....I feel selfish worrying you like this and even attempting....I just thought....you’ve been so stressed and I thought it’d be better to take one worry out of your life.”
“You have nothing to feel selfish about,” Wanda assures you. “What you did wasn’t selfish. You’re in pain, and wanting to do something to stop that pain isn’t selfish. But there are better ways to deal with the pain, and I want to help you with those. (Y/N), I can say with 100% certainty that I’m glad to have you in my life, through the good and the bad.”
Tears flow down your face as the three of you silently drive to the ER.
It takes several hours for you to be treated, along with a few more hours of consultation for your mental health. Some of the burns are treated through surgery, so you have to stay for a little over a week to make sure you recover and stabilize. Your leg is put in a cast, and Wanda comes to visit you everyday. You feel much better with her and Nat.
A psychologist comes in to discuss a safety plan with you. You decided to ask Wanda if she’d come and discuss it with them. She said yes and Nat also decided to help. You all work out what works in terms of coping mechanisms, people you can talk to, calming techniques, etc,. The psychologist also recommends regular counseling. Wanda asks if there are any remote options for counseling, as it’s going to be difficult for you to get there with your leg, (Also, she’s a little worried that the therapist might try to take you away from her, but she does show concern for your leg) and to her relief, there is.
You’re discharged after about a week, but you’re not to be left alone for a few days to another week or two, just to be sure. Well, it’s more of Wanda’s recommendation than psychologist’s orders, but the psychologist also thinks that that could be a good idea. You’re not really complaining; it’s more time to spend with Wanda. And she’s certainly not complaining either.
For that time, especially, she makes sure you know that you’re loved, wanted, valued. She practically dotes on you; as if she hadn’t been doting on you before, she’s especially pampering you now. The other Avengers also get the 411, and decide to help. If you need pain or sleep medications, one of them brings the proper dose to you. They take turns spending time with you and getting to know you more. If they need to go out on a mission, Wanda volunteers to stay with you, but if she’s absolutely needed there, she entrusts your care to Vision, a robot who’s exceptionally caring. You and Wanda regularly discuss possibly adding him to the relationship, but you’re not sure if she’s being serious or not.
On one night, Wanda’s caring for you. After applying the prescribed cream on your burns, she helps you find an oversized t-shirt to wear as PJs.
“This one’s softer than the others,” you note.
“I went looking for a shirt with a softer material than normal,” she tells you as she prepares a small dose of melatonin for you, one that you’ve been taking to combat the nightmares of those events in the hospital. “I know how much it tends to make you feel discomforted if there is one. I also made sure it was a tagless shirt.”
You smile and sigh.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve an angel like you, Wanda,” you tell her.
Hearing this she smiles and blushes.
“If anyone’s the angel, it’s you,” she says as she gives you the melatonin. “You’ve been there for me even when I’m at my absolute worst.”
“So have you.”
You take the melatonin before Wanda brings you your toothbrush and toothpaste. You brush thoroughly before spitting it into a cup that Wanda disposes of.
“You know, I could go to the bathroom and do this myself,” you tell her kindly.
“I know,” she sighs. “I’m just worried, my angel.”
“What if I wash my face tonight with the door open?” you suggest.
Wanda gives this a little thought and nods.
“I can work with that.”
Using your crutches, you walk to the bathroom where you sit on a stool in front of the sink. You wash and dry your face before heading to the bed with Wanda helping you get tucked in.
“You’re seriously an angel,” you tell her. “I don’t think I’ve ever met someone outside of my family that’s been as concerned about my well-being as you.”
“And you’re too sweet,” she smiles again as she finishes getting ready for bed herself. “If anyone’s the undeserving, I don’t deserve you.”
“No, it’s the other way around,” you say.
“No, I’m certain I’m right.”
“Wanda, if we try to prove one right over the other, we’ll be going at this all night.”
She smiles as she goes over to the other side of the bed.
“Well, I know you’re an angel,” she tells you as she gets under the covers. “You came to me in a dark time, and you shone a beam of sunlight through the shadow.”
The two of you look at each other as the fairy lights hang above you. Of course you’re looking at the bridge of her nose, but you can’t help but glance up at her eyes a few times; one time they catch you, and they are stunning. They’re like emeralds to you; vivid, entrancing, mystical. Just a single glance, and you know there’s so much to know about, so much to discover, and you become lost in them.
“I’m so proud of you, (y/n).”
Wanda’s gentle voice echoes against your eardrums and dances around your mind, soothing you into drifting even more. But then she boops you on the nose, making it twitch like a bunny’s and snapping you out of your trance.
“Huh?” you ask, looking lost.
“You are too cute,” she tells you. “I was saying that I’m so proud of you for pushing through all of this. It’s not the easiest thing to do, and.....well.....I’m glad you’re still alive, my sweet little sunbeam.”
You blush upon hearing this and turn away, but Wanda gently redirects your face forward.
“There’s no need to hide, my angel. I want to see your lovely face.”
At that moment, you begin to feel drowsy and bring yourself closer to her.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough, Wanda,” you sigh.
She brings you in closer and you melt into her embrace.
“Being with you, and you being safe and happy and alive.....that’s the only thank you I need.”
Leaning in, she kisses you gently on your forehead and you shyly return one on her cheek.
“Goodnight, my angel,” she tells you as she brushes a strand of hair out of your way.
“Wait,” you say as she turns to switch the lights off. “Will....will you sing me those lullabies again? Please?”
“Of course,” she smiles.
Turning the lights off, she returns to embrace you and softly sings the Sokovian lullabies her parents used to sing to her. As you drift off to sleep, you don’t know what’s going on in her mind. What’s going on with her mind? Her master plan, of course. Tonight’s the night she will finish what she started. Those monsters at the coffee shop messed with the wrong person. For the past few nights, she’s been paying them visits, doing the same things she did with your former best friend, and sending subconscious suggestions for them to gather in one place, thinking they’d be safer together. And now they have.
Tonight she’s going to make sure their minds are gone for good, but not before making them feel the pain and agony she imagines you felt. Her anger with them is in full throttle, so it’s going to be even worse for them. Telekinesis, fear projection, hypnosis, inducing extreme fear, she’ll do whatever she has to. Wanda will not leave until they’re nothing more than hollow husks, shadows of their former selves. With how they’d been acting on those nights, and how much Wanda has done so far, it won’t take too long.
Because no one-and she means no one-gets away with hurting her precious angel.......ever.
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Natasha: I want you to look me straight in the eyes.
Y/N: You expect me to look into those eyes and be straight?
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Good for you
Pairing: Loki x reader
Warning: angst? Anger? Idfk, breaking things, rage ig.
( A part 2 to White Horse )
AN: I didn’t have this one planned as a part buttttttttt I heard the song and I had a Loki’s perspective idea for this fic and I just started writing it and now it’s finished andddddd I kinda like it even more than I liked White Horse 😊😊 here’s the song if you want to listen while you read or whatever ❤️❤️
Loki glared up at the ceiling, staring up at the art of a mural painted over the surface for what seemed like the thousandth time that day alone. He showed absolutely no desire to do much else lately, not unless visiting Heimdall counted as something to do, but he never did that just for the purpose of chatting.
Since you’d ran away, he was even worse than he was before. He was cold towards anyone who approached him, he snapped at the very slightest of things and he spent his days obsessing. Obsessing over where you were, what you did, who you were with. Essentially, if it had anything to do with you, he demanded to know even the smallest of details.
For whatever reason, he didn’t dare go down to Midgard to look for you. Heimdall believed it was because he only worried for you and somehow deep down he knew this was better for the both of you but he kept this theory to himself, not wanting to further enrage the god.
“Where is she/he/they now?” Loki barked as he walked through the gates, not bothering with a normal greeting.
“Y/n is just out for a coffee your highness, there is not much to say from the last time you asked.” Heimdall said simply.
Loki shakes his head with a cold laugh. “And? Who is she/he/they with then? Midgardians typically go for coffee in pairs. They use it as a date.” He sneers, glaring just at the thought.
“It seems that she/he/they is with another person yes.” Heimdall says, hoping it won’t send Loki over the edge to hear.
“Of course.” He mutters under his breath, storming away without another word to Heimdall, his brain flooding with an overwhelming amount of memories with you, making his jaw grind as it tightened.
Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily
You found a new girl and it only took a couple weeks
Remember when you said that you wanted to give me the world
His thoughts were plagued with the idea of you with another, your hand held in someone else’s, your laugh being another persons treasure. It filled him with an envy as green as his cloaks, his blood boiling at the mere idea.
He stormed through the throne room, ignoring his fathers shouts of anger for the interruption, ignoring Thor’s cries of concern and heading straight to the only place he felt he had left of you; your room in the palace.
As angry as he was, he gently shut the door behind him rather than slamming it, not wanting to disturb the peace in the empty room.
To others, that was exactly what it would look like; an empty and vacant bedroom waiting to be used. But to him it was the last place he’d seen you, the last time he’d ever seen his one true love was in this room and he couldn’t handle the idea that it could be the last time ever.
He glanced at the photos you’d left decorating your dresser, the only sign that this room was ever once used for anything more than a guest room.
He stared at one of the photos with a blank stare, grabbing it off the dresser and looking down at your still smiling face intently, as though if he stared long enough, it would pull you right out of the photograph and back to him. But then he flashes back to the last night you two had been together, the way he’d been so blinded by his love for you that you’d managed to deceit him and he cried out in anger, tossing the frame across the room where it smashed as soon as it hit the wall.
He was breathing heavy, collapsing down to the ground on his knees.
He remembered Heimdall telling him that you had been seeing a therapist, coping much better with the trauma he’d put you through when you started seeing the professional. Despite his love for you, he was jealous beyond belief.
He was a god, he was good looking, he was a prince. He should be the one thriving without you, so he thought. But instead he was the one falling apart at the seams.
And good for you, I guess that you’ve been workin’ on yourself
I guess that therapist I found for you, she really helped
Now you can be a better man for your brand new girl
He cried out again, anger filling his entire body with a hot rage.
Thor slammed the door open, rushing over to his brothers side. “Brother, what is the matter?” He asked, crouching down beside him.
Loki laughs humourlessly. “What is the matter? WHAT IS THE MATTER? The one person in this world who has ever chosen me over all else, who has ever loved me unconditionally has ran off into the sunset, probably with a mere mortal. And I am at fault for it. That, dear brother, is what is the matter.” He growls, a sad smile painting his lips.
“Y/n will return brother, at which point you may apologize for the problems between you two.” Thor assures him.
Loki scoffs, looking up at his brother with narrowed eyes. “Dare not speak her/his/their name brother.” He warns, his jaw stiff again.
Since your departure, the only person who’d said your name was Heimdall. Not even Loki himself could bring himself to say it, the pain still too raw.
Well good for you
You look happy and healthy, not me
If you ever cared to ask
“It will happen Loki. Give it time.” Thor says again, ignoring his brothers threat as he rises to his feet, patting Loki on the shoulder sympathetically.
Loki doesn’t move, stays in his spot planted on your floor, surrounded by his memories while Thor leaves.
He pulls himself up, but only to let himself lay on your bed rather than looking so pathetic and powerless on the floor, feeling he at least deserved that much dignity.
“Dearest I miss you.” He murmurs to no one, staring up at the ceiling once again, this time not quite glaring. The intricate golden and silver designs on your ceiling were more delicate, softer than the ones in his own or in any other room in the palace really.
“Loki I don’t need my own room in the palace. I have yours! That’s plenty enough for me.” He could practically hear your voice, your hesitation at staying in the palace officially due to the royalty part of everything fresh in his mind as though it were only yesterday and not three or so years ago.
Now you were probably off living your dream Midgardian life, something that was completely beyond him in your eyes apparently. He could almost see you, walking around in the streets on Midgard, savouring everything you saw, smelt, tasted. From what Heimdall had said, you were perfectly content being so ordinary.
Good for you
You’re doing great out there without me, baby
God I wish that I could do that
He hated thinking of you, every moment he did was a moment he had to spend missing your presence. In yet another fit of rage, he threw a crystal vase at the door, the shattered pieces spreading across the floor.
He forced himself to his feet, making himself leave your room, abandoning the broken items as he simply walked around them, slamming the door behind him. He’d already disturbed the peace in the room just by being there, he knew, and to think otherwise would be foolish and stupid.
“Prince Loki, are you alright? I heard something break and it sounded as though it came from your room.” A young maid asked as she approached him, worry apparent on her face. Loki recognized the girl as one who had been crushing on him for years, one who often made you bubble with jealousy whenever she was around.
He smirked at the girl, a new idea popping into his head, one that would surely have hurt you as bad as your leave had hurt him.
“I am alright, I slipped and knocked down a vase, that is all.” He explained, trying to regain his usual charm and confidence.
The girl nodded, a small smile on her lips. “I’m so glad.” She says, batting her eyelashes his way in a manner he was sure she thought was attractive to him. He ignored it, focusing on his goal.
He grabbed the girl and pulled her into his room, shutting the door and pushing her up against it, wasting no time as he attacks her lips with his own. She lets out a gasp of surprise but immediately returns the gesture, kissing him hard. He holds her at the waist with one hand, going to cup her face with the other but opens his eyes for a mere moment and is suddenly seeing your face.
He blinks harshly, until it’s the girl standing in front of him again, watching him with a confused pout. Just as she’s about to speak, more than likely to ask if he’s alright again, he pulls the door open, shoving her out and closing it behind her, his eyes wide as he runs a hand through his hair, breathing heavy once again as he falls to the floor, his back against the door.
“Loki she was staring right at you! She’s practically in love with you! And I’m standing right there and she still makes googly eyes at you!” You had scoffed whenever the maid was around.
He so badly wanted to be able to laugh about your jealousy towards a girl who meant nothing to him compared to you, whose name he couldn’t even remember. He wanted to caress the side of your face, the pad of his thumb to your lips while he reassured you that he was all yours, no one else’s. But he couldn’t turn back time, this he knew.
“My love I’d give anything to get you back to me.” He chokes, starting to sob into his lap.
I’ve lost my mind
I’ve spent the night
Crying on the floor of my bathroom
He spends the whole night there, leaned against the door, getting nothing but an hour or so of sleep. The next day, he uses a simple spell to make himself appear fine, not able to bear the embarrassment of others seeing him breaking down like this.
He ignores any castle staff onlookers, going on in his stride straight back to the bifrost, following his newfound unhealthy routine.
“Prince Loki I must advise you as to how toxic this is becoming for you.” Heimdall warns him, letting out a sigh as Loki holds up a hand to silence him, watching expectantly for an answer to his unasked question.
“Y/n has been settling into her/his/their new life. She/he/they is starting a Midgardian job today.” Heimdall finally explains, giving up on his attempts to preserve Loki’s feelings.
“I see.” Loki hums to himself, the gears in his brain shifting.
“Was that all?” Heimdall asks, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Send me there.” Loki says suddenly, looking over at Heimdall for the first time in all of his many visits. Heimdall looks back in slight shock.
“What do you believe that will accomplish your highness?” He asks, trying to fight Loki on the matter respectfully.
“I need to see my love there, happy. I need to see it for myself.” Loki responds simply. Heimdall glances at him once more, nodding as he knows he’d never be able to talk him out of this idea. He tells him where exactly he’d be able to find you reluctantly.
Heimdall opens the gates wordlessly, sending Loki on the way down to earth. Loki arrives, dusting off his clothes as he uses another spell to make himself appear completely different from usual.
Though he’d only spent a brief period on Midgard, he knew his way around well enough that he could find the address Heimdall had given him fairly quickly, walking through the streets of New York to find it.
“Of course she/he/they would pick New York.” He thought to himself bitterly, winding past other tourists until he reached the building he was looking for. He was about to enter when something caught his eye in the window of a small coffee shop next door. He saw a flash of y/h/c, the exact shade he’d seen so many times and froze, staring on at the source.
And there you were, with men and women and people all around you, chatting, laughing, drinking with them. He saw the warm smile on your face and his heart melted knowing he wasn’t the source of it this time. He couldn’t hear what was being said through the window but he knew it was important from the sole fact that it was making you laugh. He felt tears starting in his eyes, a wave of hurt hitting him again and again inside, drowning him.
But you’re so unaffected,
I really don’t get it
But I guess good for you
He watched, unable to move from his spot, eyes glued to the familiarity of you. He wanted your warm embrace against his cold to the touch skin, your lips on his.
But he felt another wave, one of anger. You’d left that touch, that safety net, for this. For midgardians, mere mortals. How could they possibly offer you more than he could, he wondered.
He took a deep breath, stalking into the coffee shop and getting in line to order, wanting at least one thing to come out of this disaster of a thought to come to where you are.
“No no, my ex... he’s a good guy. We just weren’t really meant to be, I guess? It was... complicated.” He overheard you say, his eyes darting to you. He tries to turn his gaze away, realizing what he’s doing but you look up, your eyes meeting his. For a moment the both of you keep eye contact, Loki too scared to look away and you confused as to why this man you’d never seen has such a familiar stance to him.
You blink a few times, turning back to your group and continuing your chat, making Loki breath a small sigh of relief. He mutters his order to the poor barista, her swooning over him, even in his disguise. Once his order comes up, he storms out, not bothering to look back at you as you start talking about your new job, new apartment, your new life essentially. He frowns at the thought of you being in any place that would be unfamiliar to him, trying to think of how you might feel living without him.
Did you miss him as much as he missed you? Had your comment in the shop been a hint that you were miserable like he was? But he knew that neither of those would possibly be true. Your smile said it all; you were already moving on perfectly fine without him. It was as though you were almost trying to erase your history with him, from his perspective anyway.
Well good for you, I guess you’re getting everything you want
You bought a new car and your career’s really taking off
It’s like we never even happened, baby what the fuck is up with that?
Unable to bear the thoughts multiplying in his mind, Loki ducked into an ally, curling into himself against a wall, starting to cry again.
He groaned in frustration, his head in his hands. You were unraveling him, he wasn’t sure how and he didn’t like how it felt. He’d always been at least somewhat levelheaded but with you gone, his mind was always clouded, his thoughts were infected with you nonstop.
It was like a disease had overcome his entire body and he had no cure, no antibodies to fight it.
“What have I done?” He asks himself, sighing into his hands, staying in his position crouched on the ground for a quiet moment, seeking nothing but a bit of peace.
He’d only wanted to show you he truly loved you but instead he’d driven you away, into a new embrace.
He runs a hand over his jaw, willing himself up. If he couldn’t hear to see you, there was no purpose in him furthering his stay. He decided silently that the best option for him was going back and waiting for Heimdall to open the gates, to get him as far away from your soft features and glowing personality as possible before he did something he’d regret, like approaching you and outing himself as a stalker, not that he really cared anymore. You’d never see him the same as you once had, this much was clear.
Memories of the first I love you came to his mind suddenly.
“I love you Loki, and I know you love me too so stop acting so silly and just say it, please.” You had begged him. He had merely smirked and ran off, telling you you had to catch him to hear it back. You’d chased him around the gardens and the libraries and balconies of the entire palace until you’d caught up, out of breath as you’d grabbed his cloak and pulled him towards you and kept him rooted to his spot until he returned the words.
He’d been hesitant, merely to tease you but he’d said them back, said them multiple times while he had kissed you all over, overjoyed by the sense of protection and love he felt with you.
He shook his head with a bitter laugh to himself at the bittersweet memory, seeing as how things were for you now.
He trudged his way back to the gates opening, kicking a rock aggressively all the way there, trying to contain himself enough to not scream out in anger the way he had been doing in his room. But every time he managed to calm himself, your smiling face found it’s way into his brain, making him lose all feelings not involving anger.
He kept trying to remind himself that it had been your choice, that you’d left him without a goodbye or anything of the sort on purpose to make the wound sting more but it did nothing but make him feel agony for the hurt he’d put you through.
And good for you it’s like you never even met me
Remember when you swore to god I was the only person who ever got you
Well screw that and screw you, you will never have to hurt the way you know that I do
His rage was finally starting to blind him again as he marched to the gates, just how he liked it. The idea of you with another person was still what really set it off. Seeing you hurt but watching you thrive and move on was more, it was worse. It filled him with feelings he’d never thought he’d feel towards you in his life but he was and he didn’t feel as bad as he thought he would.
‘No one leaves a prince. Not unless they are absolutely crazy.’ He thought to himself smugly, waiting at the gates for Heimdall to open them. He gets pulled through, up to Asgard where he dusts off his smooth suit, relieved to finally be out of the disguise he’d chosen.
The smile on your face when he’d seen you with the Midgardians was glued to his brain, his focus flying all over the place at the memory. He couldn’t figure out quite what it was that was making him so agitated himself, knowing he missed you but suppressing the extent of it.
Asgard felt empty, superficial almost without you there to watch everything in such a natural awe that he’d so admired for so long. It was as though all the colours of the home he’d so cherished for so long were drained right down the gates when they’d opened and swallowed you whole.
He couldn’t bear that you’d managed to run off with not only his trust and dignity but his sanity along with it.
Pushing such thoughts to the back of his mind, Loki stormed back to his own room, avoiding yours at all costs as he forced his doors open, slamming them behind him and grabbing anything breakable in sight, tossing it at the balcony doors. If anyone had walked in they would’ve thought he’d truly lost his mind but to him, that much was at least somewhat true.
Maybe I’m too emotional
But your apathy’s like a wound in salt
Your deceit was controlling more of his life, his thoughts, his entire being than he’d ever care to admit. He was consumed with a need for you, a thirst to be near you again and everyone could see it was driving him to the edge of a cliff, the only possible person to pull him back up being the one pushing him to it in the first place. Still, he knew it was all his own doing. That was how he knew part of his latest insanity was due to the built up guilt from so long.
Even so, he was enraged. With you, with himself, with the world. It was a mix of everything.
He could almost feel the gentle touch of your hand to his shoulder when he was upset, your lips pressed sweetly to his temple in attempts to cool him off.
“You can’t hold pointless grudges all your life Loki. You can try but I’m not sure it would be any fun.” You’d teased, making him smile despite his sour mood.
He cried out, throwing another priceless item from his hand, crumbling to the ground yet again. The stress was eating away at him.
Maybe I’m too emotional
Or maybe you never cared at all
Thor heard the crashes and smashing coming from his brothers room and went running, pushing open the door with all his strength, his mouth agape as he was met with the sight of his brother screaming in agony.
“Brother, talk to me.” He commands, trying to stop Loki from throwing anything more. Loki thrashes against his brother, sobbing while he yells out, fighting his brother with all his might.
“Loki stop fighting me and tell me what is wrong!” Thor commands and Loki falls to the ground on his knees, exhaustion hitting him like a brick.
“I am fine. Everything is fine.” He murmurs, smiling at his brother easily. Thor shakes his head, not accepting the answer this time.
“Tell me.” He says again and Loki sighs, a hollow laugh choking out of his lips. He removes the spell he’d used, revealing his true self, in pyjamas, his hair an extreme mess, his face sunken in and pale, more so than usual. His eyes were bloodshot beyond belief.
Thor audibly gasped at the sight of his brother covered in his own blood, the shards of the glass having cut into his hands and his feet several times. Loki sinks in against the edge of the bed, looking up at his brother tiredly.
“There. Now you have seen the true me.” He mutters, not saying anything else as his mouth sets in a line.
Well good for you,
You look happy and healthy, not me
If you ever cared to ask
“Loki... I had no idea it was this bad brother.” Thor said quietly, sitting down awkwardly next to his brother on the floor. Loki quickly pushed away, not wanting to face anyone’s pity for even a moment.
“Leave me be brother, I keep this disgustingly weak display hidden for a reason.” Loki growled, avoiding his brothers eyes, staring at the broken glass laying at his feet.
Thor stands, not wanting to ignore Loki’s wishes and leaves him with his thoughts, his brows still furrowed in worry as he shuts the already busted door behind him gently.
Loki runs both of his hands through his mess of hair, squeezing as though to rid himself of the memories locked in place, taunting him on an endless loop.
“You can never get her/him/them back. Never ever.” They seemed to whisper in his mind, the sound of silence in the room only amplifying their nonexistent voices.
He smacked his head harshly, trying to push them out, trying to get back to the quiet while tears rolled down his cheeks, wondering once again why he had ever done anything so cruel to you as he had.
“I am so very sorry my darling.” He whispered into the emptiness softly, hugging his knees to his chest.
Never once had he ever felt so broken down or lonely in his existence, never once had he ever felt so much remorse mixed with anger as he did right then, knowing it was too late to even apologize in the first place. A part of him wondered if you felt anything regarding him at all anymore. A deeper part of him wondered how long it would be til you purposely forgot him entirely, all emotions about him disregarded just like that. And he knew if you did he had to live with the fact that he deserved every moment of it.
Good for you
You’re doing great out there without me, baby
Like a damn sociopath
Ignoring the blood drying on his hands and his feet, Loki went into the bathroom and splashed ice cold water onto his face, trying to get a more level head out of it. While the shiver it gave him did wake him up a bit, his mind was just as clouded, just as distracted.
He groaned, slamming his fists down on the edge of the sink, nearly cracking it with the strength used. Suddenly his room felt too solitary and confining. He put on his facade again, cloaking any form of injury or sadness with his powers. He walked into the gardens, nowhere else to stay away from others while not feeling claustrophobic, though sending him back in time for a mere moment.
“You know Loki, you ought to spend more time out here. These plants are so pretty. And the flowers all smell so good. How could you not just run away from everything in the world and hide out here from it?” You asked. He had chuckled, pulling you along the path and deeper through the enchanting maze of greenery until you had reached the bench.
“My mother took me here as a child. She said it was our place, for our escapes from reality. She told me to only show it to those I truly trusted or were truly enchanted with. You are both of those things to me y/n.” He had told you as he held you in his embrace, carefully picking a flower and handing it off to you, the first gift he’d ever given you.
He smiled slightly at the memory, thinking how ironic and poetic that he was now doing exactly as you had suggested that day and running from his responsibilities. He missed the way even the most mundane of things had been so easy for you to enjoy.
He laid in the grass, ignoring the stinging in his feet and the twinges of pain in his palms from his cuts, taking comfort in the memories he had. Those, he was thankful you couldn’t have taken with you. He felt pathetic. He felt weak and vulnerable and all the things he’d never wanted to feel in his life. And even worse, it was because of the one person he thought he could always count on to protect him from those terrible feelings.
He hummed absentmindedly to himself, feeling much more calm with the fresh air and sounds of nature rather than complete silence. He still didn’t feel quite like himself but he was unsure if he ever would again anyway. At least now he felt somewhat in control of his own mind.
I’ve lost my mind
I’ve spent the night
Crying on the floor of my bathroom
As he watched the sky, Loki thought of you, every mark, scar, line, feature of yours, drawing out your face in his mind, the most memorable moments with you playing like a film sequence. His smile fell a little as this day, his impromptu visit from earlier came to his mind.
Whether he was truly angry at you for leaving wasn’t the question anymore. Not really. The question had more so become whether you’d really loved him at all or if he had fooled himself into believing you did.
He silently decided on the latter, knowing you had too big a heart to ever put anyone through that level of hurt.
Still, he seethed with jealousy thinking of the boy who had been sitting the closest to you in the little coffee shop, the way he had looked at you the same way Loki always had. And it hadn’t seemed to him like you’d been too eager to pull away either, which only made it sting worse.
He closed his eyes in a small show of defeat to no one, knowing you were better off without him around to flip the world upside down for you. Deep, deep down he knew you needed a stability he wasn’t ready to provide yet, though he would never ever admit that to anyone, much less himself.
No, instead he missed holding what was his in his arms, making you feel safe and comfortable like he had for so many years. Anyone’s hands on you other than his made him feel a blind rage even on his best day and right then it was the worst day he’d ever faced, making the anger spread like wildfire through him.
The image stood at a standstill in his brain and he convinced himself that one way or another, he had to get you back to him.
But you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it
But I guess good for you
Well good for you, I guess you moved on really easily
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source : mini thor meets captain america and hawkeye | marvel uk
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Don’t Let Me Fall - Chapter 4
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Summary: (Set after Thor, 2011) Loki wakes up after his fall from the Bifrost, alone, hurt and resentful. The revelation of his true origins has only fed his bitterness towards Odin, he is determined to take revenge by appealing to Thanos. But this was without counting on your intervention. You are an orphan and has lived on the streets since childhood. The day you decided to pick Loki's pocket, you didn't expect to be embarked on a dangerous adventure. The secrets of your childhood will finally be revealed and will turn your life upside down. Loki will help you to heal your wounds, and at the same time, accept your past.
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Chapter 4: Humble House
Warning: angst, bit of fluff, healing wounds.
Without a word, you led Loki through this desert of dust and rocky ground. He was tired and no longer had the strength to comment on the cursed planet where he had landed, nor even the thief who had strangely decided to help him. What kind of thief regrets her act to the point of returning the stolen loot and helping her victim? Loki was confused and his thoughts mixed in his mind. His feet were getting heavy and dragging on the ground, almost dropping you both a couple of times.
Finally, he got tired of it.
“Where do you intend to take me in the end?”
You almost jumped at the sound of his voice, he had been so quiet that you thought he wouldn't say a word to you. You gave him a surprised look and perhaps a little suspicious before looking ahead. You didn't know what you were doing, your rational side was screaming at you to leave him there and run away. He had brought you nothing but trouble, he was rude, grumpy... You had thought he would be an easy prey, but you were wrong and you regretted your choice. Yet your heart could not bring itself to abandon him. He was wounded and you had made him public enemy number one. He had nowhere to run, because of you, he was in danger of being arrested. You felt guilty. After all, you were the criminal and he was the victim. He didn't deserve to freeze to death in the desert around the city, or to suffer the violence of the vigilantes who were roaming around.
“This is it.”
Loki raised his head and looked at the expanse of dust in front of him. In the middle of this desert landscape was a ruined hut. It took him a long time to see that this pile of metal plates and wood piles was a house. You were far from the city, far from everything, but you seemed to know this place like the back of your hand. After going down the small hill that separated you from the hut, you entered.
“Welcome to my home.” You said, without the slightest emotion.
The inside was similar to the outside: made of all kinds of objects, debris found here and there. The god looked carefully at every corner of the room, hesitating between admiring the your ingenuity or feeling repulsed. You dropped him to put your bag on the nearest chair and undressed from your coat when Loki became violently dizzy. He moaned and barely caught up with a piece of furniture.
“Oh, watch out!” You exclaimed, rushing to his side to support him. “Come and sit here...”
You led him to a mattress on the floor and helped him to sit down. When you were sure he was not going to pass out, you walked away and looked for something in your shelves. Loki closed his eyes for a moment, trying to get rid of the unpleasant feeling of being on a carousel. When he reopened them, you were crouching in front of him, a bowl full of flowers and herbs.
“Lie down and show me your wound.” You ordered gently.
He hesitated for a moment, but as he looked at you, he began to undo his top. He grimaced at the slightest gesture. The wound was fresh and sensitive, and the dried blood on the clothes made it difficult to do so. Once he was shirtless, he lay down and looked at the ceiling. With some fear, you took a damp cloth and began to clean the wound. On contact with the cold water on his notch, Loki jumped up and repressed a moan, which forced you to freeze in place. When you noticed that his breathing was regulating, you continued.
Once the wound was clean, you took the flower mixture you had made in your hands and spread it on the young man's bruised and torn skin. Curious, he turned his head to see what you were doing. He didn't trust you, but he knew that plants could heal and you seemed to know what you were doing, so he let you. However, he couldn't help wondering how a common thief had learned this ancient knowledge.
You made sure that the paste covered the whole wound but you felt uncomfortable, feeling the weight of his gaze on you. Finally, you discreetly raised your eyes to him.
“What?” You asked, a little defensively.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” he asked, curious.
You let out an emotionless laugh. He could read the bitterness in your eyes, which made him even more curious.
“I wasn't born in this godforsaken place. I was raised by healers, it was them who taught me the medicinal secret of plants”. You explained silently.
You motioned for him to sit up again, which he did. You wiped your hands in a cloth before taking strips of cloth and bandaging his torso.
“My name is Y/N, by the way.”
Loki looked at you as you tied the bandage. You looked at your work, almost satisfied before you looked at him, your eyebrow raised under your fringes.
“That's when you tell me your name.” You explained.
But the gods weren't ready to reveal his identity. He was lucky enough to be able to remain unknown, he wanted to keep it that way, just until he knew what he was going to do next, just until he found a way to leave this lifeless planet. So he quickly began to think of a name, a name that would go unnoticed. And the first name that came to his mind was Thor's friend.
“Eric.” He answered hastily. “My name is Eric.”
Your eyebrow raised even more, disappearing completely under your fringes. It was clear that you couldn't believe a word of it.
“Is that your real name?”
In spite of himself, Loki displayed a discreet smile, impressed by your insight. You were smarter than he had first thought.
“No.” He confessed.
“What are you afraid of, it's just a name.”
“Anonymity is a security I can't afford to lose. My real name could get me into trouble. For now, I'm Eric.”
“Whatever you say, Eric.” You said, shrugging your shoulders, insisting on his false name.
You got up and went to put away your healing equipment. Loki looked at you for a moment before making up his mind.
“What is this planet?”
You hesitated for a moment. What a strange question. Why didn't he know where he was? This man was strange, mysterious and your instinct told you to be wary. And yet you didn't listen to them.
“We're on Kitson.”
“The planet of games.” he whispered.
He had heard about this place. Kitson had a town of the same name, where there were casinos, hotels and other rich people's establishments. He knew that the mafia and other criminals of the galaxy liked to hide here, for business or for fun. However, he did not recognise the city. Outside, there was only the desert and the ruins, where had the casinos gone?
“Yes, well, here we are far from the city. We are in the suburbs of Kitson, the poor districts. They bear their name well, by the way...” You sighed. “The city centre has dried up the people from the surrounding area. Unless you go there, all you'll find here is sand as far as the eye can see. Downtown, there are only thugs and swindlers.”
“I have to go there, then.”
At these words, you froze. You hesitated for a moment before looking at him. A little voice in your head taunting you by saying "I told you so" and this time you couldn't ignore it. Why would he want to go there after what you had just said, if he wasn't a crook himself? Before you could help yourself, you turned to him.
“Why do you want to go there?”
His serene face tightened in a few seconds. You saw the anger in his eyes and were afraid of it. You could see the darkness in him, resentment and jealousy. So many repressed feelings that could make a man dangerous. You bitterly regretted not listening to your instincts.
“This is none of your business.” he replied curtly.
You should have asked him to leave, to chase this frightful man from you home, but you didn't. For you saw, at the end of his sentence, as his face relaxed, the pain dull in his eyes. You could recognize that look of lost soul anywhere. You had worn it yourself for years. This man may have been mysterious and frightening, but you now knew that he was above all a wounded man, searching for his way.
And in spite of yourself, you decided to help him find it.
After a long moment of silence, you relaxed. You opened a cupboard and pulled out a blanket. When you handed it to him, he looked at you curiously, as if he wasn't expecting this act of kindness after his outburst of anger.
“You should rest now, get your strength back.”
Loki hesitated for a moment before taking the blanket and lying down. Yet he didn't close his eyes, he watched you. Feeling his eyes following you, you turned to him.
“I promise not to steal anything from you while you sleep.” you said.
A new smile slipped discreetly onto the young man's lips. Either you could read his mind or you were really perceptive. Finally, he decided to trust you and closed his eyes. Exhausted, it didn't take him long to fall asleep.
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