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Baby Fever

Summary: You and Bucky desperately try for a baby. One day, a spirit comes to bless the union.

Warnings: myths, Deer Woman/Lady, enchanted forest, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS STORY), fluff, swearing

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2549 A/N: This little something was written for the best of the best, @waiting4inspiration​ and her Myths and Legends Challenge. There are many different explanation for the Deer Woman, a Native American myth, and I’ve chosen to only concentrate on the good characteristics (fertility, love, etc.). She is also believed to be luring cheating men to their deaths, but that’s not where I’m taking the story.

Hope you all will enjoy it, even if it’s a little different to what I normally do. Let me know! xx

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Baby Fever II

It was a stressful morning for you. You were currently sitting on the lid of the toilet, counting seconds before you heard your timer telling you that it was already a minute. You would’ve thought it was the longest minute you’ve ever experienced, but, truth be told, it was just one of many. This was the 7th pregnancy test you were taking, and you had the feeling, that just like the rest of them, this one would also be negative. But there still was a string of hope in your heart, and you decided to stick to that.

Bucky was behind the doors, probably waiting as nervously as you were for the results. You both have already been to the fertility doctors, and they told you that while everything was perfectly fine with your eggs, Bucky’s swimmers were not as active, despite his physique.

He knew it would be a chance after all those tests and experiments Hydra did on him, but until he met you, he never thought it would ever be an issue, having kids. He was the Winner Soldier, who would want children with someone like him?

You did. So so much.

And the longer it was that you couldn’t get pregnant, the more you wanted it. Ever since you met Bucky, you knew you’d want a family with him one day. There were other options, of course. But you just wanted to try a few more times before abandoning your dream of carrying a child on your own.

Bucky even suggested one night that maybe you should have a sperm-donor and that way it would work perfectly, but you dismissed this idea altogether. It was either with Bucky or not at all, you were dead-set on it.

When the timer buzzed, you got up on your shaky legs and walked towards the sink. You took a deep breath and turned the stick in your hand to see the result.

Your heart fell.

Only one fucking line, again. You sighed and felt tears streaming down your face again. At that moment, you could hear the door to the bathroom opening, and before you could do anything, Bucky was cradling you in his arms. The look of pure agony on his face at seeing you so upset because he couldn’t deliver. He hated this. He vowed to make you happy and to protect you, to give you all you’ve ever wanted.

But he obviously couldn’t give you this one thing, and it tore his heart apart. You were the last person he wanted to disappoint, but lately, it seemed it was the only thing he was doing.

Before he could overthink too much, you touched his cheek and made him look down at you.

“Stop. I can see your thoughts pretty clearly, and I’m telling you, stop it. It’s not your fault, I’m not putting any blame on you, and I’m sure, not disappointed with you, Bucky. I love you and that is why I want a family with you. If it doesn’t go this way, then we can adopt. I’m fine with that. More than fine actually. All I want is for us to be happy, and we obviously aren’t stressing about this so much. Let’s just stop trying, and maybe it will come one day.”

You smiled up at him, the tears now drying on your beautiful face, and Bucky couldn’t believe his won luck. There you were, the woman of his dreams letting him known of your undying love. He kissed you fiercely, passionately, trying to convey all the emotions he was feeling in this one kiss.

When you both felt like you needed air more than you needed to reassure each other, you pulled away, but only so slightly that your foreheads were touching.

“I love you, doll. More than anything, and I’ll give you a baby, one way or another,” he said in a hushed voice, still panting slightly from the lack of oxygen.

You giggled and kissed the top of his nose before you turned around and threw the stick to the garbage. No more of this nonsense, you decided, and a weight fell off your heart.

—-

Weeks after that, your life improved drastically. No longer hung over the whole pregnancy-thing, you and Bucky could finally fully enjoy sex again, and, oh boy, were you going at it.

The appetite was back and it no longer felt like a chore to neither of you. You felt as if you were back to the beginnings of your relationship, where Bucky would take you any time of a day, just because he felt like it, on any surface of the apartment. You usually woke up sore from the amount of sex you had the previous night, and the glow returned to your cheeks.

The whole team noticed that you both seemed much happier and your steps were lighter than two months ago, and despite not knowing what the cause was, they were all ecstatic for you.

Even after particularly draining mission in India, you two came back smiling at each other. Bucky felt like a teenager again, looking at you with amazement. Not once have you two talked about babies or pregnancy, or vitamins, or anything like that in the last two months, and you honestly did look that much happier now. So he wanted to take you somewhere to appreciate you properly.

Bucky knew that he couldn’t take you to a proper vacation, not with so many Hydra bases still standing, but a few day getaway wouldn’t do anyone any harm. And if you were still on the US soil, you could be with the team in a matter of a few hours, should they need you two.

There were so many options, and it took Bucky (well, and Steve and Sam, because let’s be honest, Bucky felt still a little better with the help of his two friends) a good few hours to actually settle on some destination. He even asked Tony if he didn’t own some kind of cottage somewhere in the woods, anywhere in the US, and when Tony gave him the list of places he could let Bucky and you use for the weekend, and he combined it with the places he actually liked, he finally picked something.

Great Lakes area.

Bucky knew you’ve been there only briefly once when your parents were still alive, and you had fond memories of the place.

And because you had no idea what he was preparing, he wanted to keep the moment of surprise till the two of you landed near Tony’s cottage. Or a villa. Or mansion, or whatever it was Tony actually had there.

—-

The day finally came, and Bucky only told you to pack something a little warmer, but that was it. You, always the curious one, tried to pry for information, but despite Bucky being the one to always tell you everything because he couldn’t resist your charm, this time he was like a fortress. He didn’t even let you look at the destination he put into the GPS in the quinjet.

You were sitting next to Bucky, pouting like a little child, not willing to talk to him because you just NEEDED to know where you were going.

“Relax, doll. We’ll be there soon enough, and you’ll see for yourself,” Bucky mumbled, leaning from his chair towards you to kiss your hair.

You let him, of course, and you huffed.

Bucky just laughed at your childish behaviour and continued to be his relaxed self, which only irked you more.

It was when you finally saw the vast water reservoir in front of you and saw that there were so many of them, that it all dawned on you. You looked at Bucky, who was already watching your reaction, and squealed loudly.

“Is this what I think it is?”

“Well, I’m not sure what you think it is, but, probably? I know how much you enjoyed it here with your parents and I wanted to give you another great memory of this place. This time around, more sex will probably be involved.” Bucky said, laughing at you rolling your eyes at him playfully, still smiling.

When the plane finally landed on Tony’s property, you all but ran out of it to see the whole beauty of the place for yourself. Bucky walked behind you, both of your bags in his hands, and he had to stop and take it all in.

The sun was high up, the nature was awake and singing, and among all this, there you were. You looked like a vision, even in your jeans and sweater. Bucky dropped the bags and ran to you, lifting you off the ground in a bride style, and twirled you around.

The surprised and happy giggles that escaped your lips were music to his ears.

“You like the surprise, Y/N?”

You gave him a kiss for an answer and beamed at him.

When he let you down, you both strode towards the house in front of you, which, to Bucky’s surprise, was a really cozy cottage, and not some crazy high-tech mansion.

The second you looked around the place, you turned around to face Bucky with a smirk plastered on your face.

“How about we go for a little walk? You know, explore the nature here, maybe have a little quickie in the forest, or something, huh?”

Bucky laughed, but pecked your lips, and dragged you out of the house. The image of you pinned against a tree with him pounding into you was motivation enough. He could already feel his cock twitching with interest, and he couldn’t wait to find some secluded place to take you.

You were walking hand in hand, chatting about nothing in particular, just enjoying the closeness between the two of you, while you were getting deeper and deeper into the woods. The whole setting seemed to have changed, there being more and more broad-leaved trees around, with also the temperatures rising significantly, to the point where you had to take your sweater down, and Bucky his leather jacket.

But neither of you really paid attention to it. The only thing that was important at the moment was that you were far away from any peeping Toms in the area.

Bucky saw a tree he like in particular and didn’t waste a second by pushing you against it roughly, cradling your face in his hands and kissing you with fervour. You responded immediately by giving him full access to your mouth, submitting to him fully.

You moaned when he pinched your nipple through your shirt and got to work yourself. You undid his belt and his zipper, finding that he went commando.

You opened your eyes, staring at his already smirking face and raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? I knew I’d want you and it’s just easier this way,” he said, but his voice was muffled by his mouth attacking your neck, and his hands trying to get into your own pants. To his utter surprise, you had the exact same idea as him, and he found you bare under the pair of jeans.

He laughed heartily.

“You’re the one to act surprised, sweetheart. Damn, I even wished you wore a skirt so I could just push it up your thighs and take you straight away.”

“Patience is a virtue, Buck. It will be that much sweeter when you actually pull those pants off of me.”

He smirked and kneeled in front of you, peeling them off, and kissing the skin that was revealed to him by every tug by his hands.

You were wet already, and without the barrier of your panties, he could see the wetness marking your thighs, and he couldn’t wait. He stopped his movement at your ankles, and without a word, he licked your dripping pussy.

The sound that left your mouth was loud enough to wake up any sleeping animal in the woods, but you were far too gone to care. All you wanted was to feel Bucky’s wet tongue in you.

But he didn’t give you much. He just groaned into your core, sending shivers down your spine, and then he pulled away, despite your whines of protest.

“Don’t worry, love. Imma eat you out like never before when we get back, but right now, I just need to be inside you.”

As he said it, he finally freed you off the jeans and stood up, kissing you once again, and could feel his very hard member stroking through your folds.

You bucked your hips, driven purely by the need you felt in your core and the love you felt for Bucky.

He obeyed immediately, his cock catching in your entrance before he gave a hard thrust to be fully sheeted in you.

The gasps and moans were the only things that could be heard around you, and they were loud enough that you didn’t pay much attention to what was happening around you.

From behind one of the trees, a beautiful doe stepped out, her big brown eyes following the limited movements of your bodies against the tree.

You felt as if you were being watched, and when you opened your eyes, you could see her there, just standing, watching. There was something almost human about that doe, but before you could think about it too much, Bucky hit your g-spot precisely, and he had you crying out in pleasure.

Despite the loud noises, the doe was still there.

What you didn’t, and couldn’t know was that you were already on the territory of the Potawatomi tribe, and the deer standing there was not a regular deer.

It was the Deer Woman, the phantom of fertility and love, in which mainly the Native Americans believed, and which was, obviously, very much real.

She watched the two of you in her animal form, feeling the love and adoration you were feeling towards each other surround her and tell her all she needed to know about the two of you. She smiled inwardly, loving the strength of your emotions. She could also feel a specific loss deep inside you, and when she looked well enough, she could see the problem.

And as she was feeling rather generous, she wished the nature and the universe to bless you, to give you the strength to carry a child and send a wave of this blessing towards you.

It felt as if a warm wind hit your insides. It was comfortable, and you credited it to the pleasure you were feeling thanks to your husband.

You were gasping, chanting Bucky’s name over and over again until you climaxed around him, your walls pulsing vigorously trying to milk him of everything he had. And it didn’t take long before Bucky followed your suit, shooting this cum into your warm and ready womb.

When you opened your eyes again, the deer was gone. You smiled to yourself, and let the image of the animal watching you go, feeling a little ashamed that there actually was somebody there, peeping on the two of you.

You two quickly grabbed your clothes and walked briskly out of the woods, the quickie tiring you both.

Little did you know that this trip to the enchanted forest would change your lives forever, in exactly 9 months.

Disclaimer: some places are totally made up, like the “enchanted forest”, for example, but the tribe of Potawatomi is very much real, and it is in this tribe (among many others) that the myth of Deer Woman appears, and they are indeed, to a certain extent present settled around the Great Lakes area. Just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page here :) xx

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Blood

Summary: Bloody Mary; a ghost who appears in a mirror when called by name three times.

Words: 2235 Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Shuri Additional Tags: Infinity War and Endgame didn't happen, Stark Tower is still a thing, recovering Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier Bucky, a bit angsty, mostly canon compliant, Bruce Banner and F.R.I.D.A.Y. are mentioned but aren’t in the story, I love Shuri SO MUCH, female pronoun Reader Warnings: death/dying, blood, description of body decomposition, nightmares

Note: This is my submission to @waiting4inspiration's Myths, Folklore and Legends writing challenge! Hope you love it, Jess!

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Blood

Bucky Barnes doesn't believe in ghosts. In this day and age, it's more likely that a ghost is just a loved one brought back to life. Reanimated to fight on the wrong side, kind of thing. Or maybe the ghost is a clone. A hologram. A science experiment gone wrong. If you are lucky, the ghost could simply be a hallucinatory symptom of brain disease. But, no matter what, there is always a scientific explanation.

Bucky Barnes doesn't believe in ghosts because the existence of them implies the existence of an afterlife, some sort of potential of God. Of meaning and purpose. If he thinks about that too much, he unravels. So, he chooses to not think about it.

Bucky Barnes just does not believe in ghosts, so when he sees you standing behind him in the bathroom mirror, he runs straight to Steve.

"Something's wrong with me," he blurts out.

Sam and Steve look up from conference room B's table. Case files are open and spread across the room, spilling down onto vacant chairs and placed in chronological order on the carpeted floor.

"Gonna have to be more specific, Buck," Steve replies, eyebrows furrowed.

Sam considers making a joke, but there's a darkness splashed across Bucky's face that warns him away.

"I'm… They… I don't think they got everything. In my head," Bucky tries to explain.

"What happened?" Steve asks, pushing away from the table and assessing Bucky's body language. He's cagey, almost afraid.

"I saw… someone… She's dead. She's dead but I saw her,"

"Happens a lot around here, man," Sam offers.

"It's not like that. I was in the bathroom. She was in the mirror,"

"Like, in the mirror?" Steve asks.

Bucky shakes his head, annoyed but aware that he's not really helping them help him. "No… I was shaving and…" He tried to think. What exactly happened? When did he notice you standing behind him? There was blood…

 …

 The small cut would heal before he left the bathroom, with only the few drops of red blood in the porcelain sink left as evidence that he'd been distracted enough to cut himself shaving at all. You'd been in his head again. The nightmares had started on the day that would be your birthday.

Somewhere in the middle of being The Solider, the people around him made the mistake of not seeing him as sentient. They spoke around him, conversed and told secrets to each other, thinking he couldn’t understand. That's how he learnt about your arrival at the facility. Your name. Birthday. Power.

Bucky had nightmares about a lot of things, but you were often there. Sometimes you were centre stage with your sad eyes and painful defiance. Sometimes you lurked in the shadows, having being taught by The Solider how to do it so well. Nightmares and restless sleep were synonymous with being an Avenger, a hero. It was a high price, but Bucky considered himself to be in enormous debt.

The blood in the sink reminded him that he was still there, alive, human. He watched it slowly seep downwards, sighing out loud to himself. "Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head and trying to move the haze from his head. "Y/N," he said, then stopped. Your name had slipped through his lips straight from his unconscious. It didn't sound quite right. "Y/N," he tried again, adding another sigh like it was the last syllable of your name.

Bucky looked up, studied his reflection. He wondered what you'd think of him now.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," he whispered, his attention returning to the razor and shaving cream.

The bathroom light flickered, freezing Bucky entirely. Without moving, he glanced out the open bathroom door. The hallway outside was still. He couldn't recall if the light had flickered out there too.

He felt it then. He wasn't alone.

His eyes moved fast, up to the mirror. You were there.

Sad eyes. A strange fragility despite being possibly the most dangerous thing in Stark Tower. Alive.

He bolted. The razor clanked into the basin and the bathroom door slammed shut behind him.

Steve… Find Steve, Bucky thought.

"There's something wrong with me."

 …

 "We talked about this. It's normal to se-"

"It wasn't like that," Bucky interrupted Sam.

"We can look at the CCTV. I'll ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. to-" But Steve was cut off too.

"She's dead, Steve. There's no way… She's dead, alright?"

"I would have said the same about you," Steve softly tried to reason.

Bucky could vividly remember what it felt like to lose you. He chewed his lip and crossed his arms across his chest. "I watched her die. She… she died in my arms and nobody came for us for three days. Alright? She was dead in my arms for three days."

Sam and Steve glanced at each other.

"Okay… Okay, Buck. I'll talk to Shuri. See what we can do," Steve agreed.

"If I'm- I'm seeing shit, I should be-"

"Come on, man," Sam stopped him, moving to hold his hands on Bucky's shoulders. Bucky felt the weight of each of them differently. "If you're seeing shit, you're like every other vet out there. Something's wrong, we'll cross that bridge. Ain't no use walking around all gloom and doom… We need a break anyway, right, Steve? Let's go get some pizza."

 …

 In Bucky's nightmare, the three days turn into a week. Then longer. He sits as still as a statue in the corner of a boarded-up room of an old snowed-in cottage. It's a Hydra safe house, and it contains the bare essentials to keep someone alive. Not you though. You're too hurt. It's bad. There's so much blood. He can see your insides and shoving everything back in and holding his jacket hard to the wounds isn’t helping.

You cough up blood as you watch The Solider panic. It's rare to see any emotion, so you feel grateful in your final moments. When you die, The Solider shuts down, like a computer malfunctioning. Hydra would have to do one hell of an 'alt ctrl delete' when they finally come for him.

It's cold, which is good. But you're an open corpse, which is bad. The blood hardens and turns dark. He can smell your organs as they begin to decompose. The whites of your eyes turn a sick colour, but The Solider never tries to close your eyelids. If he does that, he's alone. The inside of your mouth goes darker and darker, and the weight of your body on his continues to change.

In reality, that's about when Hydra arrived. Any longer and you would have started to fall apart very literally. In his sleep though, that's exactly what happens.

Your body begins to bloat, small blisters appearing along the surface of your skin. Parts of you liquify, find their way out, soak into The Soldier's clothes. It happens slowly at first, then within dreamstate minutes your muscles and organs and skin tissue turn to goo. Sometimes The Solider just sits in the human muck, counting the teeth left behind. Sometimes he's frantic, scooping you back up and trying to hold you together; it makes it worse.

And, although he hasn’t seen a single fly in the safehouse, there are hundreds of maggots infesting the deepest cavities of your body.

When Hydra came to claim their property, The Solider fought back. He clawed and kicked to get you back close to him. He screamed your name in every language he knew. That's where the memory stops. Often too, the nightmare.

"Y/N,” Bucky whines in his sleep, almost sounding like he's drowning in sticky, syrupy blood. “Y/N!” It is louder the second time. “Y/N!" Bucky yells, shooting up in bed and almost tearing a pillow in two.

He tries to breathe in, but the air is icy cold. Bucky only then notices the door. The balcony door is open. And you are standing there, hair moving in the breeze. Suddenly the room is bright, and warm palms are dragging his head to face away from the balcony.

"Buck?! Buck, are you okay? You’re screamin’ again,”

"Yeah, yeah," Bucky replies, pushing Steve's attempts at emotional first aid away. "Just a dream… nightmare… whatever."

He looks back for you, but you are gone.

Steve stands and watches Bucky crawl out of bed and move across the room.

"You hate the cold," Steve laments, concerned.

"Did you-" Bucky goes to ask, but stops himself too late.

"You saw her again, didn't you?"

 …

 Wakanda is beautiful. It's the closest thing to peaceful Bucky's ever known. Before making his way to Shuri, he visits old friends. The goats don't seem to remember him, but the children promise the White Wolf that they do. They show Bucky how well they've been caring for the goats, and they show him all the things they're learning in school. They ask if they can be Avengers too. He smiles sadly, and tells them, "Not yet."

"Ah! Bucky Barnes! My favourite broken White boy!" Shuri greets while pulling Bucky into a hug, then immediately focusses on his left arm. "So, your boyfriend says you need a check-up?" she asks as she opens a panel and frowns.

"It's not my arm, Shuri. That's workin' perfect,"

"Of course it is!" she laughs, yet doesn't stop tinkering. "But there can always be more. Be better."

When Bucky fails to reply, Shuri studies his face, then nods. Softly, kindly, she says, "Come, my friend. We'll have tea."

Shuri is easily one of Bucky's favourite people. She listens, which is already more than she has a responsibility to do. Bucky knows she's just a kid, but he also knows better than to stop a kid with that much genius and tenacity.

...

When all physiological and psychological avenues have been explored, Shuri shrugs at Bucky. "Maybe she's real,"

"She can't be," Bucky replies quickly.

Shuri makes a face. "You, of all people, really gonna stand there and say it's impossible for the dead to come back?"

"She was… very dead,"

"The dead are never truly gone, White Wolf. Not really."

 …

 Bucky hasn't seen you in a couple weeks. Sam says to him, "Two's only a coincidence, man. Three times, then we'll worry, yeah?" But Bucky remains worried nonetheless.

The mission they've been preparing for, the one that has taken over conference room B, is on Bucky's mind. He finds Steve sketching away, curled into an armchair and looking a lot smaller than he actually is. For a second, Bucky almost catches himself missing the 1940s.

"I shouldn't go," Bucky declares, dropping to the floor in front of Steve, back resting on the armchair and head falling back.

Steve looks down at his friend. "Nobody's going to make you do anything you don't want to do… But you are okay, Buck…"

Bucky looks up at him, exposed and vulnerable. Slowly, he shakes his head. "If I see her again while I'm meant to be focussed… I don't wanna screw anythin' up,"

"Okay. Sit this one out," Steve replies, brushing loose strands of hair out of Bucky's eyes. "But you gotta promise to be here when we get back."

 …

 The floors occupied by the Avengers are quiet. Bucky’s almost alone, save for F.R.I.D.A.Y. and Banner who is basically living in his lab. Bucky doesn't ask why he's not on the mission, and Banner returns the favour.

The irony isn't lost on Bucky; he haunts the spaces he shares with Steve, silent and invisible like a ghost. Part of him is waiting for you, he knows. The other part is genuinely terrified in a way he hasn't felt in decades.

He kills a few hours in the pages of a book, then finds himself lingering outside the door of the bathroom.

It's a little past two am when he gives in, stands in front of the mirror and closes his eyes.

"Y/N?"

He listens.

There are sounds but none of them you.

"Y/N… I… If you're there… alive… I'm sorry…"

His voice is shaky and he feels stupid, but he's started and now he can't stop.

"I'm so, so sorry… I… tried. I tried but I couldn't… And we were… If you're here, if you're here, please… just… Are you still…? Are they still out there?"

Bucky can't collect his thoughts. Each shatters into ten more, then those explode into even more, until there are hundreds of unanswered question in a web of confusion and emotion.

"Y/N…" Bucky's voice cracks.

It hurts you to hear.

You listen to his uneven breathing, listen as he tries to calm himself, hold back tears.

Bucky stands up straight, stretches out his neck muscles. He opens his eyes.

Those stormy blue-grey eyes.

"Hi," you say as softly as you can.

There is a split second where Bucky almost turns, an automatic movement, but he stops himself from spinning and stays firmly planted where he is. He's afraid that if he moves, you'll disappear again, like you had before.

"…Hi," he replies.

"You know my name… My real name. I didn't know that you knew it…"

Bucky nodded, slowly. The Soldier had never called you by your name while you were alive, just like you had never said 'Bucky.'

His blood gets pushed faster and faster around his body when his heart rate increases. The top of his cheeks flush pink.

"I know your name," Bucky says.

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Imagination

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Your childhood nightmare has returned.

Warning: horror? angst? talking about nightmares. (honestly, I don’t even know. please tell me.)

Prompt: Slenderman ( A dude who stalks and scares the shit out of people. Especially children.)

A/n: After two months I’m back and thank you @waiting4inspiration for hosting this amazing writing challenge. It sparked some inspiration and you have no idea how happy I am that I’m finally back. See I waited for inspiration and I got it from you. 

This is definitely part of your imagination. He is not real. He is not here. You have been over this. This is all part of your silly mind. 

You take a sharp breath but the feeling of being watched isn't going away and all you want to do is open your eyes but you know, once you see him you won't be able to sleep for a while.

You knew talking about him was a bad idea. But it was the truth or dare and he is your biggest fear. What were you supposed to do? Not answer it. 

Well, that does sound smart, but you were sitting with a God of lies, so being dishonest was not an option. Every time someone lied he would call them out like a little snitch and make them tell the truth by threatening them that he would look into their mind.

You really didn't want to go down that path. Even if he couldn't mess with your head, you weren't taking that risk. So when Steve asked what your biggest fear was- because he's too shy to ask any dirty questions- you took a quick glance at Loki and answered him with full honesty.

Coming to think of it, the decision you made was foolish and you definitely brought this upon yourself. You should have been more careful. What if he wants to play the old tricks? What if he brings back the memories? Would you be able to handle them one more time? 

You weren't sure. Last time you almost went crazy. And this time you were sure it would be a lot worse.

You frown at your train of thoughts as you wish someone was by your side, just to take your mind off him. But you are alone in your dark room facing your childhood nightmare. Technically, not all alone. He is in the room with you. You know that for sure. He is just waiting for you to open your eyes. To see his featureless face. To smile at you even though he doesn't have a mouth. To mess with your head. To make you fear of yourself.

It makes you want to cry and you feel his satisfaction brought by your fear. He enjoys your struggle. He loves how hard you try to keep him out of your mind. Since you were a child. You would keep your eyes shut at all cost. Shaking from fear as your restrains kept you from running away.  For hours you would listen to the sound of him. Flinch every time you felt something but keep your eyes closed. Until he got bored and made you open them against your will.

You know he's not going to let you sleep so might as well get over it and at least see if he's as scary as you remember. You are supposed to be an avenger. Not afraid of anything except yourself and your actions. It's embarrassing how scared you are of a thing you can easily kill- or not.

You slowly open your eyes and there he is. Standing in the shadows. Tall and thin as you remember. The room is too dark for you to see his face but you know he's wearing all black.

A step forward and you're ready to jump at your feet. As many times as you tell yourself not to be afraid. To grab a knife and stab him to death, you can't bring yourself to move.  Instead, here you are cowering like five years old in your mother's basement, tied to your bed as if you haven't fought with aliens before. What was so terrifying about him?!

He takes a few steps and it looks like he's not even touching the ground. His feet hover above your carpet as he nears you. Your breaths come out fast and rapid as you wait for him to make another move. 

He stands next to your bed and your heart is going to explode. His deeps your mattress by putting his knee on your right and you're ready to scream as he bends down and familiar green eyes stare down at you with clear amusement.

It takes you a minute to realize what's going on. Still shaken up. Your brows furrow and your lips parted and Loki can swear it's the most adorable look he has ever seen. But the cute look is gone in mere seconds and is replaced by your infamous glare. Your nostrils flare and you're ready to kill him on the spot. His smirk not helping his situation.

God, you should have known it was him. After all, slenderman doesn't really exist. It was just your horrible childhood that messed things up in your head. Made you imagine some weird-ass dude who scared the living hell out of you.

The slenderman isn't real but that description fits perfectly to a man smiling down at you. You sigh burying your face in your hands. The emotional rollercoaster you just went on really took all of your energy. And as much as you want to peel Loki's face off, you can't even find the power to stand up. The adrenaline somehow worked opposite and it reminded you of the times when you were a kid and your man of death visited you, taking all your energy before playing tricks with your mind. 

The memories came back and it made you shiver. You would have started crying if you weren't this tired.

You look at Loki again. And his smirk is gone. He's frowning down at you, a hint of shame and guilt in his eyes. He expected everything yelling, punching even killing but not silence. He really didn't think it would leave you this upset. He steps back and uncomfortably rubs the back of his neck. 

"Um..I."

"Just leave Loki." You cut him off before he can even finish his sentence. And the pain in his eyes would make you feel sorry if it was some other scenario. You would even tease him how silvertongue was at a loss for words but you really couldn't bring yourself to do anything.

You watch as the light in God's eyes die down. He hangs his head and makes his way out of your room. He does stop before he leaves, looks back at you and for a second you think and part of you does hope he stays but he just opens his mouth but no words come out. He silently shakes his head as he closes the door and you lie back down.

The feeling of uneasiness doesn't leave at all. If anything it worsens. You lie awake for hours. Your body acts asleep. Breaths even. Limbs not moving. Mind blank but you know that you're awake. You're looking at something.

Something you don't recognize. But he recognizes you. The anger of breaking your little secret lies deep inside him. The fury for talking about him with your friends and that puny god imitating him.

He's furious and he's going to make you pay for it. He comes out of the shadows. The familiar smile engraved itself in your brain one more time as his hands touch your forehead and you know this is the end of your sanity. And it’s all Loki’s fault.

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Child of Water

AN: My entry for the myths-and legends-writingchallenge of @writing4inspiration

My prompt was Kelpie- with Bucky Barnes.

Warnings: Asshole Thor, fear, angst

Hope you like it and please let me know what you think!

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  You loved water.

Everything about it made you calm and relaxed.

It did not matter if you walked alongside a river, swam in it or simply bathed in some. You always felt your energy restored and your mood lifted after it, and you knew it must have something to do with your heritage.

You were a Kelpie, a water horse, with an old scotish heritage. Your Gran had come to the USA after the second World War; she had fallen in love with an American Soldier – your Grandpa and soon after had became pregnant with your mother, aunt and uncle.

Though only the females of the family carried the ´Kelpie-Gene´, and they all were beautiful to a fault. Not that you were ugly, on the contrary, you would be considered very well looking as well. But not as beautiful as your sisters. You were taking after your father, not only in your looks, but in your mind as well.

Other than your mother and sisters, did you love the city and the excitement of things happening. Not like the calm rural live all of the others in your family loved in upstate New York.

You on the other hand were working at a museum, in the department for medieval history as a tour guide. And whenever you would teach a group of school children, you would tell little fables and stories about all different kind of creatures. They all loved the Stories with Nessy. Whom, trusting your Gran, was a very kind elderly woman who loved to mess with people. She was over 250 years old and  still very well in health, what means that she would be playing pranks on tourists and Scots alike for at least 50 more years.

Apparently she was living near Dumnadrochit ( a little village right at the edge of the water), owning a little Bed and Breakfast called “Nessy´s Inn”, where her sons were working as well.

And yes, there had been attempts on both women´s sides to get one of the Sons and you together as a couple. A water horse and dragon, your bloodline would have been so very strong. ´Unfortunately´ both of the boys were gay and therefor not interested in you.                                                                                                                        

That did not keep them to invite you to every family festival ever: birthdays, Christmas , everything.

One of those festivities was that weekend: your Grandmothers 168 Birthday and she had invited you to her home in upstate NY. This is why you were currently taking a stroll at the lake your whole family lived at. It was in the middle of nowhere, with the only neighbors being the famous Avengers three miles away, though a part of the lake was still on their grounds.

You could not care less, for you had seen them a few times already: Captain America was often coming to the museum to stroll through the changing art displays; Spiderman (you knew was a Highschool kid) had been at the Museum with his school a few times, and whenever he had been there, Tony Stark would visit and spend a few thousand to a hundred-thousand dollars in donations for new displays. One time, he had installed a whole holographic room about Dinosaurs in one night; without anyone knowing about it.

You had simply known about it, because you had forgot something in your office and surprised him mid action.

“My boss will go his opening rounds at 6:30 am. He will be here at about 6:47 am. If you make him scream like a girl I will  tell no one I saw you here; including your wife, who´s number I have from your last benefits auction here at the museum”, you had told him, to what he nodded a yes and the two of you went on your merry ways.

And yes: your boss screamed like a girl; high pitched and long, when a T-Rex appeared out of nowhere and roared right behind him.

It was like a scene from Jurassic world.

You still smiled whenever you thought about that.

The day was sunny and warm and the water kept calling for you, with every step alongside the shore it got louder, to a point where you could not ignore the pull anymore and you jumped into the water and became one with it.

It spend you warmth and energy and soon you changed and became a Waterhorse, a Kelpie.

With a loud shout of joy you breached the surface and galloped along the shore. Over sand and stone, stick and bush, into a lush green field, and through the sunlight.

You ran and ran. Your light coat shying silver in the light, with your hair almost being black, though in reality it was the color of algae, and your coat that of sea-foam.

A sudden loud BANG pulled you out of your mind and you rose on your hind-legs, screaming loudly in panic.

You knew, as a Kelpie, no normal weapon could kill you, but it still would hurt; and you did not like pain.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Calm down, calm down. See no harm done...”, a man shouted with a calm voice and your whole attention went towards him at once.

You where still buckling, stomping your feet; not yet knowing what to do and what happened.

A man stepped closer, his hands risen and his step thoughtful: he did not want to scare you even further.

“Where do you come from? I didn´t know Stark has Horses in this compound. Nor that there are farmers around who do. And your coat, I have never seen a beauty just like you.”

He was handsome, with his dark hair and muscular body; that must you had to admit.

“Shhh, calm down. I don´t want to hurt you. I just want get a good look at you.”, he hummed and you slowly allowed yourself to calm down.

The only thing now on your mind was to find out who he was.

“You are soo beautiful. I wished you would allow me to ride you, I know it won´t happen, but may I pet you? No-? It is alright. Maybe one day you will allow me. But now I have to leave. Please stay save.”, he smiled at you, even waving you good-bye.

You neighed in response before running off on your own.

Maybe I shall return tomorrow.

And you did; five days in a row you returned to that field. And five days in a row you met that mysterious man.

On the third day he introduced himself as Bucky, and you allowed him to gently pet your nose. Though that was everything you allowed him to do.

It did not matter to him, your presence alone seemed to be enough for him and he seemed more and more relaxed around you and even told you about how his days went and about his past before the war.

He grew on you, and decided he could be trusted and allowed to pet you more or even ride on your back.

It would not come to that unfortunately: When you returned to the field the next day, Bucky was already there, talking to a big blond man you knew as Thor.

You slowed your steps, curious and careful of the new situation.

Why is the Asgardian here?

“She should be here any minute. I promise you, there is no horse like that.”, you heard the soldier exclaim, “Ah there- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”

His shout of confusion was accompanied by a flying and sparkling ax, thrown by the god, hitting you on your left shoulder.

Had it been lower, you were sure your leg would have been severed.

NO!

Fearing for you life (and not without reason!) you ran back from where you came ( you had make sure to never take the direct rout back to your grans), the would screaming in agony.

His ax was one of the few weapons that could cause you and other supernatural beings harm.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shiiiiiiiit! How could I be so stupid? I need to leave, to disappear. He will kill me. Kill us!

With a last jump you entered the river that would lead you back home to NY, where you would pack your things, quit your job and disappear from this side of the world.

___

“WHAT DID YOU DO`?”, Bucky roared in anger, pushing the man he thought to be a friend to the side.

“I saved your live. That was a Kelpie, a Waterhorse, known to kill men by dragging them into the water drowning them.”, he stated with finality in his voice.

“This horse, it took me days to earn its trust. If it wanted me dead, don´t you think it would have waited this long?”, Bucky hissed.

“I don´t know. But I am better save than sorry, friend. Now, I think Steve is waiting for us.”

Grumpy and hurt, the soldier followed the god back to the compound. He felt sorry for you and hoped you would be able to survive that injury, though he was almost sure  he would find you bled out once he followed the path of blood you left behind.

Four hours your travel back took. Four hours of pain and itching from a healing wound.  You knew it would scar and take days if not weeks to heal properly- leaving a scar behind- but at least you would not bleed to death. That was a plus and the water helped you heal.

Your first destination was the office of the dean of your museum to quit. He was sad. But when he heard you had to leave because of family reasons, he was very understanding and promised you a job should you return. You thanked him and left.

Only to run into a certain teenager.

“Ms (y/n) what is wrong? Why are you injured? Is your Gran alright?”

“Hello Peter, my Gran is right, thank you. I had a…. misunderstanding with a neighbor of her. I am sorry. But I have to leave.”

“Oh, Okay. Will you be doing our school tour next week?”, he continued with a frown.

“I am sorry. But I just quit. Personal reasons . But I bet the one who will take my place will do it just as good. Bye Peter, stay save.”, you smiled sadly.

“Oh, ohm. You too.”

Tears fell down your cheek, you had to make a call you never thought you would make.

“Ms Nes. This is (y/n), I am Eleanor (y/ln) granddaughter. Can- can I come over and stay with you? I I have nowhere else to go and I need to leave the states.”

“Of course Darling. Will you come on your own, or does one of my boys have to get you from the airport?”, the warm elderly voice of the Loch Ness Monster answered through the phone.

“I, I was thinking about asking one of your cousins to fly me.”, you answered.

“Oh Sweetheart. I - one of my Sons will come and get you. Ruaridh is already in the States. I will call him and he will take you and get you straight to us. Pack a bag with your essentials and most important things. Everything else we can get here.”, she continued and you thanked her with a sob.

One hour later, a tall redhead with long hair and beard knocked on your door.

“Ma send me. Come on little foal, let´s get you to safety.”, he smiled, though his eyes hardened once he noticed your wound, “No one can hurt ya at our little Ness. Call me Roo.” “Thank you, Roo. We- we can leave.”, you smiled with pure sadness in your eyes.

“WHAT DID YOU IDIOTS DO?”, Tony Stark boomed before he had even entered the living room of the compound. He was angry and every little Avenger looked at each other confused.

“Why did Peter just call me, to tell that his favorite Tourguide at the museum quitout of personal reasons, all the while having a heavily injured shoulder?”

“I don´t know. And why should we have done anything to her. We don´t even know her...”, Sam wilson piped up.

“Because she told her boss before she had some problems with her Grandmother´s neighbors. WE are her Grandmother´s only neighbors. So: WHAT. DID. YOU. DO?”

“The only ones out of the compound were Barnes and Thor. Ask them.”, Natasha Romanov finally stated.

“FRIDAY?”

“Mr Odinson and Mr Barnes had been in a little situation with a horse this morning. MR Odinson threw his ax at the horse, which ran away. Its front right leg was cut and had it been deeper, it might have been severed.”

“Thank you. Find her. I think there is someone who needs to apologize. And get a medic team ready.”

“Boss. I already did so after you received the call of Mr Parker. There is no trace of her location. She disappeared. I will widen the search and let you know once she is found.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY. And tell Odinson I want to speak with him!”

_____

You were living with the Ness Family for a month now. Helping in their Inn by taking care of drinking orders and cleaning rooms.

Ms Ness was away on her usual ´I play tricks on tourists´-tour and you had the whole Inn for yourself.

It was a beautiful night, clear sky and a barrage of stars to be seen. That´s one thing you loved about the highlands; the stars were much more plentiful than in NYC.

So beautiful and yet so sad. I wished I can go back to Gran and the others.

“So this is your true form.”, a deep silken voice spoke from behind you and cold fear washed down your spine.

They had found you.

No!

Slowly, very slowly you turned around only to see the God of thunder standing a few meters away from you in the open front entrance, lightened by the moon from behind.

“I have to admit you are not bad looking, but far from the beauty of those I have met in the past. You are not a pure one I assume?”, he mused, taking a step towards you. You mirrored them and took the same amount back.

You had just stood a meter away from the door leading to the kitchen and knew that you could flee if you reached it fast.

“Please, I will leave. Up to the Isle of Skye or one of the islands with no man around-”, you breathed, hoping he would let you life.

Suddenly he was distracted by something outside and you bolted through the kitchen and towards the Water.

“MS NESS! ROO!”, you shouted, to far away from the water to turn without pain in your still injured shoulder, “MS NESS!”

Footsteps closed in from the right of you and you felt the warmth of a body getting closer.

“NO!”, you sobbed when said body crashed into you and you immediately began trashing around, hoping to get free and reach your saving grace.

Screaming and sobbing you kicked, and even bit at everything you good reach.

You were in full survival mode.

“I don´t know who ya think ya  are. Bat ya should let the lass go.”, the calm but demanding voice of Roo spoke from the right of you and you stopped moving.

“And I don´t know who you are, mortal, but this has nothing to do with you. This-”, Thor answered from above you.

“Ya sure? This is oar Ness. Oar water and oar reich. You are a mere visita, Son of Odin. And we don´t like family or friends being hurt. And that you already did enough. So leave before Ma gets really angry.”, the younger Dragon chuckled.

“And who shall you be?”, Thor demanded to know.

“That is not of your concern Thunderboy. He is my son, and she is like a daughter to me and you are the one that injured her. Making her flee her life and yet you came after her. “, a deeper version of Ms Nesses voice spoke and when you opened you eyes, you saw her head six meters above the shore line; staring at the God , with her teeth bared, “So if you don´t want to wake the wrath of a Dragon of the Blood of the Sea, you better get up and leave. She is no concern of yours.”

“What the THOR! THE F?”, Bucky´s voice suddenly called from the direction of the Inn, “Get off her! We are here to apologize and not to scare or harm her even further!”

“You are all fooled by her blood!”, the God Roared.

“No. you are the one not thinking straight. Or is Loki a monster just because he was born on Jotunheim? I believe you think different of him than stories suggest.”

“Have it your way. But do not call for my help when she shows her real face. “, with these words the God of Thunder got of your body and stepped away, only to disappear in a rainbow beam of light.

Roo was at your side at once.

“Are you a´right lass?”, he whispered, all the while checking you over for injuries.

“Yes, this time he did not use his ax against me.”, you nodded still shaking in fear.

“You claimed you came to apologize mortal.”, the dragoness hummed, her eyes now locked onto the metal armed soldier.

“Y-yes, Ma´m. After the incident at the compound, we were informed that Ms (y/ln) had quit her job – heavily injured if I might add. But when we tried to locate her she was gone. Stark finally found her earlier this morning and so we came to ask for forgiveness. Thor does not share our view. Tony had her background checked years ago and Parker really likes her, just as Pepper.”

“It is easy to ask for forgiveness. If she would have been hit further down. She would have lost her arm. Now, tell me how we shall now there won´t be coming any further harm to her?”, Ms Ness asked.

“You cannot, for to be tied to us, to the Avengers is dangerous. But I promise you we will do anything in our might to keep her save.”

“That is not enough son. Leave and never return for her For if one of you do, you will face three angry Loch Ness Monster. Come d(y/n) lets get you back inside and into a warm bath.”

_______

It had been two months since Bucky had returned to the compound after his visit to Scotland.

Everyday he would return to the field where he had met you all these weeks ago. He felt bad, knowing you must have been living in fear for your life, maybe still were and he hated Thor for causing it. You had never caused any harm, and trusting Steve and the others who met you, you were a pure and kind soul.

Oh how he wished you had believed him. But he understood why you didn´t. He had the same problem of trust after what had happened to him for all those years.

“I am sorry I could not keep you from harm.”, he whispered into the wind, his eyes closed.

“Then make good for it by not letting it happen again. Because then I won´t return and you will face more than just the Line of Loch Ness. We are far more than you might believe.”, your voice danced in the wind. Not filled with fear but with a promise,  “ And next time keep a better eye on your youngest. The cold and windy highlands with there little houses is no place for a Spider of the Big City.”

His eyes snapped open realizing he was really hearing your voice and not imagining it.

Only for them to look into the blue ones of your Kelpie-form.  

“Hello Mr Barnes.”, Young Peter Parker called from your back, “Are Mr Stark and Ms Potts angry?”

“No. We di- when did you leave? And how did you do it without raising an alarm?”, the soldier almost shouted atht eh teen.

“I might have stolen an jet?”, he mumbled.

“You did WHAT?”

“It was totally Shuri´s idea!”

“ THAT DOES NOT MAKE IT BETTER!”

You chuckled, nudging the man with your snout.  “Can you ride? The boy need food and something warm to drink. We came up the river and the air is cold these days.”

“Ye-yes I can ride. But-”

“No but´s. Dragons have a keen eye for the pure hearted, why do think they always went after the innocent and naive virgins? Ms Ness said you are one of those pure hearted. So I thought to give your promise a try. And, I really miss NY.”

You noticed his eyes linger on the scar Thor had left.

“It will never really heal. But at least it does not hurt anymore.”

“I am still sorry.”, the soldier mumbled.

“Then be it. Now get this teenager back to the house before Mr Stark starts a 3rd Worldwar over finding him.”

With one swift movement Bucky got on your back, and once satisfied he would not fall of, you ran to where you thought the Compound must have been.

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Kelpie II . Hvitserk X OC

Summary:  A few months have passed and Hvitserk is left haunted by what happened on the beach back in England. The mark on his hand remains, reminded, and believes himself to be cursed. Then out of nowhere, he finds her on the shore, wounded….Second and final part.

Word count: 3320

Warning: Virginity loss and smut.

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He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. There was a part of him that kept saying it was only a dream, it never happened, but the scars she left on her hand proved that to be wrong. Hvitserk never spoke of what happened to anyone, simply saying the gods were watching over him and that was good enough for everyone.

For months he was haunted by her face, staring down at him, seaweed suffocating him until he would wake up from his sleep as if he was drowning again. He thought it might pass, but it didn’t as time continued on as if nothing happened while his mind played tricks on him.

Since that day he hasn’t been the same since. Only Ubbe noticed something was off but Hvitserk kept assuring that he was fine. Lies of course, but what else could he say?

That morning he walks along the beach to try to clear his head and rubs his tired eyes silently hoping that it’ll help him sleep better later that day or night at least. There was nothing else to be expected, that was until he comes across someone washed up on the beach.

“Shit…” He whispers hurrying over to see if they were still alive.

It’s a woman, and she was hurt, bad. Even though she lays on her front he could tell she had been stabbed. He then turns her over onto her back and the second he looked at her face he quickly scurries back against the sand.

It’s her.

Letting out some breaths to try and calm his racing heart he slowly came closer again, this time seeing if it was his mind playing tricks again but it wasn’t. She’s here, but how and what happened for her to end up like this?

Questions that won’t be answered while she’s passed out.

Picking her up he then carries her back to his cabin outside of Kattegat a little where he then calls for a healer to come and help treat her wounds. He wants answers from her, the very one who plagued his memories those months ago.

For what felt like hours he watched her, waiting for her to wake up. He remembers her hair being half seaweed but she had none now, just her long dark brunette hair. She looks more human too he thought to himself.

While he waits he helps himself to some food and drink before she then makes a discomfort sound and waits a little longer more as she turns her head with screwed eyes of pain.

“You’re awake, good.” He says with a mouth full of a small amount of food.

Opening her eyes and turning her head she looks at Hvitserk with furrowed brows before letting out a scoff and turning her head to look at the ceiling.

“So, you remember me?” He asks, pressing.

“Yes, of course I remember you, idiot human.”

She has fire, he’ll give her that.

“I thought it was all a nightmare those months ago, then I find you on the beach, wounded. The healer said it was stab wounds. You’ll be fine, but you need to rest and I have questions.” He says moving his chair closer to her as she slowly sits up on the bed.

“I didn’t ask for you help, nor did I want it…” She grits out avoiding to look at him.

“So I was meant to leave you to die there on the beach?” Her silence was enough of an answer for him. “You found me in England, yet I find you here back in Norway. Were you looking for me or something?”

She exhales heavily. “Stupid questions…”

“I need answers.” Hvitserk says waiting patiently for her to do that for him.

Finally, she speaks. “My brothers found out I helped you and my father wasn’t very pleased. He cast me out, cursed me, never to return, not right before he wounded me to make it harder for myself. It was supposed to be a glorious day for me, to be noticed and make my ancestors proud. But you ruined that.” She huffs looking at him with heavy eyes. “A filthy human, ruins all that for me, it’s all fucked up!”

“So your father did that.” He says pointing out the treated wound. “What do you mean cursed?”

“It means I’m human, like you. I have nothing left….” She looks emotional then, like she was about to cry or yell out in frustrations but did neither.

Hvitserk was still unsure what she was talking about, it was all so strange.

“How did you end up here?”

For a moment she hesitates before finally answering. “The bond lead me to you. When I marked you, it also gave me the ability to track you, so I knew you wouldn’t come looking for me and if you did I would for sure kill you then. It’s a bond though, to make it more simple for your human small mind.”

“Bond?” That sounded both romantic and...creepy. “That’s why you marked me? For months I’ve struggled to sleep, seeing nothing but you invading my head and feeling like I was drowning again!” He wasn’t happy at all. “You’ve...you’ve fuck around with my mind! All this time I thought I was going crazy and losing my shit!”

“Maybe you’re are crazy still…” She says giving an uncaring shrug.

He shifts closer, seeing her nothing as a human now, which she is. Her powers, what she was, it was all taken from her and it left her nothing but a human.

“I’m not afraid of you, not anymore.”

“Good for you.”

“Are you always such a bitch?”

“Are you always ugly looking?”

His brows furrowed together. “You think I’m ugly?”

“Do you consider yourself beautiful?” She asks with an amused smirk.

“You’re a real piece of work.” He sighs slumping back in his seat. “So, you’re human now. You saved me and now I’ve saved you, we’re even. Will you tell me your name now?” He remembers she never did, saying she was no one.

“If you must know it’s Nieve.”

“Nieve.” He repeats the name liking the sound of it. “I’m Hvitserk.”

“I don’t care.”

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The days pass and Hvitserk surprisingly found himself learning more about her, what she used to be and who her people were. Not anymore though, she was cursed as a human now. That didn’t matter to him though but it mattered to her.

Once she was healed he decided she needed to learn how to blend in with other people. He wanted to help her, reasons he wasn’t even sure himself. It did take a little convincing but eventually she finally agreed, even though she showed she was annoyed with it.

Waiting outside for her Hvitserk then turns around when she finally comes out but stops her as he looks her up and down with a smirk.

“Alright, you have a lovely body but no need to show it off to everyone. Put the dress on that I got for you, please?”

“Its itchy…” She argued with a pout. “I don’t understand why you insist I wear clothes like you and everyone else does.”

“Because you’re human now.” He argues and she goes quiet. “Come on, just try it at least.”

Letting out a heavily exhale she storms back into the cabin like a child throwing a tantrum and within moments she was back out, dress on but not tied up.

“Here.” Hvitserk comes forward and turns her around to help her with lacing up the dress. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find himself growing fond of her. It was strange, at first he hated her and now...well, it was something different.

“There, how’s that?” He asks looking her up and down again. “You look beautiful.”

She froze and stared at him as he said this before letting out a soft scoff shaking her head. “You’re a weird man, Hvitserk.”

Walking into Kattegat for the first time with her was...not what he expected. At the first sight of fish she suddenly grabs one and starts eating it like it was nothing while some people stared in horror by her actions. Hvitserk was quick to stop her and apologizes before moving on. It didn’t end there.

As they pass some cats they hissed at her as if she were a monster and she hisses back loudly scaring them away. It was very strange indeed.

“If you’re going to live with us, you’ll need to start behaving like us more. It’s not that hard.”

“It’s not that easy.” She says back. “I had a whole other life. That’s gone and I’m forced into this one. How would you feel if it were the other way around?”

This made him sigh softly.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. But try to learn, I’ll help you through this and you can stay with me, you have nothing to worry about anymore. I’ll take care of you.”

Hearing this from him made her a little confused but said nothing back as they walk together side by side through the markets. He wanted to help, since she helped him from near death with strange outcomes but still, he just wanted her to adjust to the new life of this.

They approach the stables then and it looks like they had just gotten in a new horse with a lot of wild in him. For a moment we watched as this black stallion reared, bucked and even kicked a few of the men as he tried to get away from the enclosure he was trapped in.

Nieve suddenly runs forward, throwing herself in the enclosure as the men all suddenly backed off from the horse while he rears up at her, so close. Hvitserk was about to jump in to save her but stops at the fence when he notices that she wasn’t afraid and the horse suddenly slowly starts to calm down, snorting and digging his hoof into the ground.

“Shh, shh…” She whispers slowly stepping closer and touching his nose tenderly.

It was a side Hvitserk hasn’t seen before, gentle and caring. Everyone around just watches, unsure what to do as she pet the animal, stroking his main and head making soft sounds that he wasn’t even sure were, but it did sound relaxing.

She then grabs a rope and without a word or glance at anyone takes the horse out, leaving them all baffled. A man approaches Hvitserk then.

“Prince Hvitserk, I respect you but...you’ll have to pay for that horse.”

This wasn’t what he had in mind for the day and hesitates but knew he couldn’t force her to give the horse back, and so pays the man before catching up with Nieve.

“I just brought you a horse, you’re welcome.” He says shaking his head, not expecting her to reply, but she did.

“Thank you.”

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Hvitserk watches Nieve as she cares for the horse back at the cabin. She was so tender with him and he quickly seems to trust her as well. He was honestly a little amazed by the change of behaviour from the horse, and thought that all it takes was just trust.

That night after putting the horse in the stable Hvitserk had made some broth up before she entered the cabin to join him. It was quiet between then, no doubt she struggles with words to show her appreciation for letting her take the horse and not force her to give him up.

“Hungry?” He asks holding a bowl of broth for her to take. Sitting at the table he starts eating, pouring himself some mead as well as she slowly joins him.

“I didn’t know you had slaves….” It was something he didn't expect her to say.

Judging by the tone of her voice she wasn’t too fond of the idea.

“Yeah, my people do. It’s our way and how it’s been for a long time.” He answers her.

“Do you have slaves?”

“No, why do you ask?” His brows furrowed together.

“I just wasn’t sure if I was a slave.”

He stops eating and stares at her. “No, no you’re not. You’re a free woman.”

“Why?” She only continues to make him feel confused.

“Do you want to do a slave?”

“No, I don’t, I just don’t know what I am...I mean to you.”

Hvitserk wasn’t even sure if they’ve ever really had a serious talk like this.

“Well, what do you want to be?”

She shrugs, unsure, sipping at her broth.

“No one, not even my people, have ever treated me like you have since waking up here. I’ve been harsh towards you because it’s my nature, I was born to hate, I feel it in my blood but I also feel this...softness. I’m not used to it.”

He could tell she was confused and he came around the table then sitting beside her.

“It’s alright to feel like this. Things won’t be easy, it’ll all take time but you’ll always have me to help you through it.”

“But why?” She asks before taking his hand, looking at the scars she made. “I did this to you, your words said I gave you nightmares for months and a part of you thought you were going crazy. How are you like this after all that?”

“I don’t know…” He answers honestly. “I feel different with you I guess.”

They stare at one another for a moment before she suddenly moves forward, closing the distance between them and kisses him. It was quick and took him off guard. He wasn’t sure why she did that but the more they look at on another the more he feels himself relax.

Moving forward again he kisses her a second time, tender, before it slowly deepens, growing more passionate between them. His hand moves to caress her cheek as she leans more in as well, breath heavily together as Hvitserk feels his arousal build within him quickly.

Standing up he takes her in his arms, carrying her towards the bed and lays her down keeping the kiss going. Nieve though let out an impatient grunt and flips them both straddling his lap. His brother Ubbe was the one who likes this position, he didn’t try it much but he was flexible with how this will work out.

Her hands roam under his shirt and suddenly ripped it off him instead of simply slipping it off his head making him chuckle lightly at how much she didn’t like the clothes.

“Useless…” She mutters, about the clothes and tries to unlace her own dress but had some trouble with it. Hvitserk helps and this time he did the same, ripping it off her with strong tugs and tossing it aside.

“Better?” He asks with a humorous smirk. “I’ll get you another dress.”

“I don’t want any.” She answers before kissing him again more eagerly.

Without answering he just kisses her back as his hands touched over her waist and up over her breasts. She has a nice pair, beautiful breasts, he likes them.

“So beautiful…” He murmurs against her lips before moving down over her neck, sucking against her collarbone as he pulled her closer against him.

Nieve’s head tosses back giving him more access and enjoying the fuzzy feeling. It was like nothing she’s ever felt before, she didn’t even know what to do, she just went with what felt right. But she did know she didn’t want this to end, ever.

He then cups his hand over her sex, rubbing his fingers between her folds and across her clit making her gasp from the sudden contact and odd feeling. Slowly he moves his finger deeper into her depths, allowing her to adjust, figuring she was a virgin anyway.

Watching her expression change from slight pain to pleasure he took his time with her, slowly rubbing his thumb against her bud before leaning down and kissing at her breasts letting out a soft vibrating moans against her skin.

After a time of doing this he removes his hand and she suddenly snatches his hand to suck at his fingers making his breath hitch at the sight of her sucking at her own juices. He manages to tug his pants down then, his throbbing cock bobbing up between them and kicks them off his feet and shifts them into a more comfortable spot on the bed with her in his lap still, seeing this was where she wants to be. 

Positioning her over his cock he teases her entrance, rolling back and forth a little before carefully pushing her down onto him. Her eyes screwed shut from the pain but she continued to push herself down on him, not wanting to stop.

Guiding her he takes her virginity before she then ends up fully flushed down on him.

“Fuck…” He murmurs against her neck, panting softly as he allows for her to adjust around his throbbing member.

Nieve leans on him, arms around his neck and slowly rocking her hips getting used to the feeling of him within her. She didn’t want to stop and wants to keep going, to feel the thrill that started to slowly approach within her replacing the stinging pain.

Helping her Hvitserk starts to gently grip her hips, moving her on him as he lets out heated pants and quiet moans against her neck. Her sounds fill the room as well, gasping and moaning as she digs her fingers into his shoulders, moving against his hold and riding his cock in steady movements.

“Harder.” She moans lowly to him. “Fuck me harder.”

At her demand his hands grip onto her arse and starts to move her more firmly, lifting her over him as their moans increase more.

“Nieve, fuck…” He pants and starts moving his hips up against her. “Shit!”

She no longer felt any pain and rode him firmer before pushing at his chest for him to lay down and hold him there as she took control. This was definitely not what he was used to but the sight of her hovering over him, riding him, he understood why Ubbe likes this position so much now. He thought it was so arousing and beautiful.

Grunting she humps her hips down on him, panting like an animal in heat while clenching around his throbbing member more and more. Hvitserk continues to hold at her hips as she enjoys the ride herself, both lost in pleasure and letting out all sorts of sounds filling the room along with their sex fueled lust for each other.

“Fuck!” She clenches around him more, so much and he knew that she wasn’t going to last much longer not wanting to hold back from the desire she was feeling. It wasn’t hard for him either, he could let himself go whenever, and he wants to at the moment she cums.

The second she did her thrusts his hips up against her feeling his seed flood her depths as she milks him and falls down onto his chest breathing heavily. Holding her he kisses her cheek tenderly and smiles tucking some of her hair back.

“So, what did you think?” He asks between breaths, watching her.

“Yeah...it was good.” She answers back. “Can we go again?”

Grinning softly he sits up with her still on him and kisses her.

“You can have me as much as you want, Nieve.”

His answer satisfies her and pushes him down again on the bed.

She could get used to this life, she could get used to him.

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Stark Spangled Banner One Shot: Arrows, Gods and Dogs

Intro: Thor is intrigued about these little things called Urban Legends, but after a night spent with the rest of the Avengers discussing them, one of them in particular becomes a little too real…

Pairings. Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Warnings: Bad language.A bit of very light smut, if you squint hard enough…no under 18s.

A/N: This takes place in the SSB universe in early 2015 just before the events of AOU. You don’t have to have read that series to understand or enjoy this but feel free to check it out: Stark Spangle Banner Masterlist

This is written for @waiting4inspiration ‘s Myths and Legends Writing Challenge.

My prompt was no.6- The Licked Hand- urban legend of a killer who spends the night under a girl’s bed pretending to be her dog.

“What the fuck…” Tony mumbled as he walked into the common room, glancing around. 3 faces peered back at him, one of which was dark green, from the chairs and sofas that surrounded the coffee table.

“Hey Tone…” his sister grinned up at him. “Nat and I were giving Thor a Seaweed Mask…”

Tony looked at the God who was sat in the chair, the dark green slop slapped all over his face. “It is stupendously beneficial Stark.” he said, grinning at him, his teeth sparkled white against the dark colour of the mask on his face “Anti-inflammatory, moisturises, increases skin metabolism and is anti-aging.” “Well considering you’re over a thousand years old that could be useful…” he said, and as he spoke Steve walked into the room “Oh, and speaking of old, you got any left for Spangles?”

“You ever gonna get tired of that joke?” Steve said, not even looking at Tony or Thor as he passed.

Tony shook his head “No.”

With a sigh Steve dropped onto the floor in between Katie’s legs, his back resting against the sofa. 

“Hey…” she said softly, her hands reaching to his shoulders, as her lips softly kissed his cheek. He let out a soft noise of acknowledgement as his eyes closed and he simply let her hands work out some of the tension he was feeling, her fingers expertly dancing across his muscles. “You’re really knotty.” she mused.

He cracked his head side to side, still not opening his eyes “Feels good…” he said softly and she smiled, looking up as Clint walked into the room.

“You giving out massages to anyone Nova?” he looked over as he dropped onto the sofa, swinging his legs over the arm. “Because my back is killing me.” “Book an appointment with a chiropractor then.” she said, her hands still working at Steve’s shoulders. He was blissed out, she could tell from his body language now. His head was hanging forward slightly and his breathing was even. 

“C’mon don’t be mean!” Clint pouted.

“Sorry, only Stevie gets my hands all over him.” she winked back. Steve let out a soft huff of a laugh as Tony groaned from across the room where he was stood behind the bar placing several types of snacks into bowls.

The elevator opened again and Bruce stepped out, completing the Friday Night Film Club assembly, something the Avengers did weekly providing their search for the sceptre permitted. Bruce headed over to the seating and stopped as he saw Natasha now wiping the mask from Thor’s face with cotton pads.

“Ok so this is weird…” He said.

“Aren’t you the one that turns green when you get angry?” Tony looked at him, dropping a bowl of popcorn onto the table in the middle of the seats “Because some people might say that’s a little strange too.”

“Touche…” Bruce shrugged, sitting down. 

“He has a point though…” Clint said, “I mean he reminds me of that Pittsburgh Green Man dude…the Urban Legend…what was his name?”

“Charlie No-Face” Tony said. 

“Charlie No-Face?” Steve asked, opening his eyes and fixing Tony with a sceptical stare.

“Yeah, the tale has it he was disfigured in an accident and could be seen at night, blowing cigarette smoke through the holes in his cheek, lurking by the roadside, trying to stay out of sight. Classic boogie man story”

“Total load of bullshit.” Banner shook his head.

“Actually, there’s some truth to it.” Katie said, her hands still working on Steve’s shoulders “It was a guy called Raymond Robinson who was so severely disfigured as a kid in an electrical accident that he couldn’t go out in public without creating panic. Instead he took to taking long walks at night. Local tourists would drive along the roads hoping to catch sight of him.”

Steve paused, how the fuck did she know that? She was a font of utter useless knowledge, his time at SHIELD with her had shown him that, but still… 

“What?” she asked, suddenly aware everyone was looking at her, including Steve “It was part of my degree…” “What, Urban Legends?” Clint frowned.

“I did English Lit and Mythology.” she said, her hands laying still on Steve’s shoulders. “One of my papers was on Urban Legends and the true stories that inspired them.”

“Wait, what is an Urban Legend?” Thor asked, sitting forward, curiosity piqued.

“Exactly what they say on the tin Thunder God.” Katie looked at him “It’s a modern genre of folklore and consists of fictional stories associated with the macabre, superstitions blab la bla. and more often than not rooted in local history and popular culture.”

“But they have elements of truth?” The God asked.

“Some do.” she nodded “But some of them are total myth.”

“So some are Urban Myths, some are Urban Legends?” Thor pressed, eagerly.

“Aint that the same thing?” Clint asked “A myth and a legend? At least that’s what I heard.” Thor and Katie both shook their heads.

“You heard wrong.” Katie looked at him “A legend is a collection of stories about a person or significant event and whilst unverifiable they are handed down and accepted as historical. So, things like King Arthur. It’s accepted there WAS a King called Arthur and he had a set of Knights, but the stories about his Wizard friend, Merlin, Excalibur… no way of proving.”

“And a Myth is bullshit?” Clint asked.

“It’s a made up story, an idea or a concept. Sometimes an imaginary thing, or person. Mythical stories often contain heroes or deities and explain a practice, rite or natural phenomenon.” Katie said, “Mind you, until Thor arrived on Earth Norse Gods were a Myth in themselves so who knows…” “Well that’s not confusing.” Clint mumbled, snatching a handful of popcorn. 

“I had this exact conversation with Fury a few years back” Katie chuckled “You re-wrote our entire History books Thor.” The God grinned. “I would very much like to hear some of these Urban Legends or Myths.” he said eagerly.

“Or we could go one better.” Natasha suggested “It is movie night and there’s a film called Urban Legend…” Tony groaned “I was gonna suggest watching Point Break.” “Watch me do what?” Thor asked, puzzled.

“No, the film.” Tony sighed. “It’s about surfers who rob a bank.”

“Why would surfers want to rob a bank?” Thor asked. “Same reason anyone wants to rob a bank I suppose.” Steve said, pushing himself up off the floor and reaching for the beer Tony had placed on the table, before settling next to Katie on the sofa “Money.” “It’s quite a good film actually.” Katie mused “Plus Keanu Reeves looks hot in it…” “Yeah well I belive it is my turn to choose so…” Thor clapped his hands together. “I would very much like to see this Urban Legends…”

“Alright…” Tony sighed, settling down “Prepare to have your mind rotted into nothingness…JARVIS, play the movie…”

***** “God I forgot how crap that film is.” Natasha grumbled as the credits started rolling. 

“It’s not so bad.” Clint said.

“Only because you fancy Tara Reid.” she shot back.

Clint shrugged and Katie glanced up from where she was snuggled under Steve’s arm to see her fiancé had fallen asleep, his head lolling against the back of the sofa. She smiled and took a second to just watch how relaxed he looked. It had taken him a while to get this comfortable around the other members of their team, but over the last few months especially, it was as if something had just twigged within him. And the relaxed, tactile, cheeky boy from Brooklyn she knew and loved seemed to bust free more often in front of everyone else. She reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek and he stirred slightly, blinking down at her and gave a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” she chuckled, rubbing his chest “You weren’t snoring. How much did you see?”

“Erm…” he pondered, his hand curling round the one that was rubbing over his T-shirt, fingers gently playing with hers. “The bit where the girl was strangled in her bed when her room mate thinks she’s having sex.”

“I thought that was the best bit.” Tony said, wiping his face “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the lights…”

“Yes.” Thor agreed eagerly “A real legend, something that could easily be true.” “You know, I remember when I was a kid, some guy in Oklahoma got arrested for trying to enact the whole headlight one.” Banner mused “He pursued the first guy who flashed him for not having his lights on but ended up crashing into a tree. Suppose that’s Karma.” 

“But he re-enacted that legend…” Natasha said, “He wasn’t the cause of it, surely?”

Bruce shrugged “I assume so, isn’t that the point though? You can’t trace half of these stories to an origin?”

“I was always convinced that the crazy cat lady who lived next door to us killed one of her kittens in the microwave when she tried to dry it after it fell into our swimming pool” Katie said, looking at Tony and raising her eyebrow “Mind you, that’s because you told me she did.” Tony laughed. “You were so gullible.” “I was 6.” she shook her head before she snorted, “Dad kicked your ass because you gave me nightmares for a week.”

“There is one that wasn’t in the film that I know for a FACT is true.” Clint said, and everyone turned to face him. Katie moved so she was sat up and looked at him, frowning and he gave her a soft wink. Steve gave a little whine at the fact she had moved and she turned to look at him as he held his arms out. She smiled, he was always clingy when he was tired, like a giant, oversized baby. She shuffled over onto his lap and he wrapped his left arm around her waist, laying his head against her chest as she looped her right arm over his shoulder. He loved snuggling up to her. The normality of being able to do and enjoy these type of moments was something he adored. His right hand dropped to her thigh, thumb gently skating over her leggings. 

“Truly?” Thor sat forward, listening intently. 

Clint nodded. “It happened in one of the towns I visited when I was part of the circus. There was a young girl, left home alone for the first time with only her dog for company. She’s sat watching the news and there’s an urgent report of a killer on the loose in her neighbourhood.”

Tony and Banner exchanged a look, the pair of them rolling their eyes. Katie glanced down at Steve who was listening intently. Biting her lip she looked back at Clint as he continued.

“Terrified, she locks all the doors and windows, but she forgets about the basement window…”

Thor gave a gasp and at that point Katie had to look away as the God’s face was utterly horrified. Natasha was suddenly focusing on her beer bottle, trying not to laugh. But Clint carried on, deadly serious, and Katie had to hand it to him. His poker face was impeccable.

“So she goes to bed, taking her dog to her room with her and letting it sleep under her bed, coz you know, she’s scared. Anyway, she wakes in the night to hear a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. It’s disturbing her a little but she’s too scared to get out of bed and find out what it is. Instead, for comfort, she reaches a hand toward the floor for the dog and is rewarded by a reassuring lick on her hand.”

“Good, good…” Thor said, nodding along “Man’s best friend after all.” “Exactly” Clint said, and in the corner of her eye Katie could see Tony and Banner both shaking with silent laughter. Looking at Steve again, she suppressed a snort of her own as the Soldier was frowning slightly, his eyes focused on Clint as he sat up.

“Anyway, the next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water only to find her dead, mutilated dog hanging in the shower with his blood slowly dripping onto the tiles. On the shower wall, written in the dog’s blood, are the words “HUMANS CAN LICK, TOO.”

There was a pause for a beat before Steve let out a snort “What a load of crap.”

Tony and Banner began to laugh and Natasha grinned, but Thor was completely and utterly serious when he looked at Clint.

“So there was a killer, in her house…under her bed?” Clint nodded, a small smile on his face.

“Hey Thor…” Tony quipped, “Did you know they’re taking the word gullible out of the dictionary?”

Thor looked at him, frowning “Why?” ***** “Want me check under the bed for any serial killers?” Steve asked as he emerged from the en-suite in his boxers, top half bare. 

Katie grinned “I’m sure if there’s one hiding you’ll keep me safe Soldier…” He frowned playfully as he pulled back the duvet and crawled onto the bed so he was hovering over her “Does that make me your dog?”

“Down boy.” she smirked as grabbed her wrist and licked her palm. She shrieked, laughing as she wiped it on his back “That’s disgusting…” “You don’t usually complain when I’m using my tongue.” he quipped cheekily.

“Steven Grant Rogers…” she said in a mock tone of shock. He chuckled slightly, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss quickly grew heated and his hands dropped to her hips, clutching at the hem of his shirt she was wearing, as ever.

“I don’t know why you bother wearing anything to bed…” he grinned as he pulled it over her head “It always comes off…” “That’s because you’re a sex fiend.” she smirked as he kissed her again, his hands tracing up her ribs. She tipped her pelvis up to meet his and he let out a soft groan as she pressed against his groin, his arousal becoming more and more evident as he took over, grinding up against her spot, his lips moving across her jawline and to her neck.

Then, all at once there was a huge crash of what sounded like thunder, and the alarm began to ring out through their apartment.

Steve stilled, and he glanced at Katie for a second.

“Are you fucking kidding me…” She groaned as he jumped off her, pulling on a pair of sweats, tossing her the shirt she had been in. She pulled it on and grabbed a pair of shorts to cover her underwear clad bottom half before she reached under the dresser for her gun and they darted into the living room.

“JARVIS?” Steve spoke as he grabbed his shield which, ever since the whole incident with Hydra the previous year stayed in their apartment. 

“Disturbance detected on residential floor 29.” The AI offered as called the elevator. 

“That’s Clint and Thor’s floor…” Katie muttered as the elevator doors opened and Tony was already in there, his iron man gauntlets on his hand. 

“Precaution…”he muttered as Steve looked at him. “There’s no way anyone could get in here…”

The elevator stopped and the doors opened onto the floor. The three of them stepped out to see Clint sprawled on the floor surrounded by bits of plaster and breezeblock, groaning, Natasha bent over him. Thor stood a few feet away by a huge hole in the wall to their right. The door to the stairs flew open and Banner emerged, frowning as he took in the scene in front of him.

“What the fuck?” he asked as Katie’s eyes diverted to Thor who was panting, hammer in his hand, his bare chest heaving. 

“I’m sorry…” Thor said, bending over to help Clint to his feet “But you scared me Barton.” “Scared you?” Steve looked at him, frowning. “How did he scare you so much that you put him through the wall?

“He’s done A Barton” Nat smirked as Clint doubled over, groaning, clutching at his side whilst the rest of the team smirked or let out a chuckle. A Barton was a term Nat had coined ages ago for when Clint did something utterly stupid, like taking out a full horde of hostiles only to then go and knock himself out by colliding with a tree branch when running back to the jet, or managing to spill boiling hot coffee all down his front when the lid to his cup wasn’t on properly.

“So what did he do this time?” Steve asked as the arm holding his shield dropped to his side.

“He led under my bed.” Thor said, “And licked my hand.” There was a pause before Katie and Tony both let out huge snorts of laughter, as Steve rolled his eyes, a smile tugging on his face. 

“I think you broke my ribs.” Clint groaned, and Thor looked devastated. 

“Serves you right.” Tony said, glancing at the hole in the wall, shaking his head. “JARVIS, arrange someone to fix this in the morning. I’m going back to bed…”

“Do you need medical?” Steve asked, looking at Clint. He shook his head. “Well looks like you just made an Urban Legend of your own Hawkeye.” Katie said, grinning.  “The story of the dumbass Archer who thought it was a good idea to scare the shit out of the God of Thunder.”

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Myths, Folklore & Urban Legends Writing Challenge!!

This challenge isn’t to celebrate anything, just for something fun! I’ve always loved folklore, myths, and urban legends so I thought, why not make a challenge out of it. 

Rules:

For this challenge, please write for either Marvel or Vikings characters

It can be angst, fluff, smut, etc. 

Tag the appropriate warnings 

Write to your heart's content. There is no word limit

Feel free to change the legend as much as you like or how you like

Must be a new piece. You can make it into a series if you like.

Tag me in your story, use the tag #mythsandlegendschallenge or send me the story. Whichever works best for you

Pick ones that haven’t been chosen with your intended character so that we can have some variation, please. Choose as many myths as you like. 

Deadline: February 2020 (if you need more time, let me know and we can sort something out)

Send me a message or an ask (please don’t comment) with which myth you would like and your character

I highly suggest researching the urban legends before choosing

If you have a question, feel free to ask me :))

1) Baby Train - A Urban legend of a town with high birth rates @impala-1979​ (Steve) (?) / 

2) Black-eyed Children - Creatures resembling children with pale skin and black eyes

3) Bloody Mary - A phantom that appears in a mirror when her name is said three times @buckyreaderrecs​ (Bucky) / 

4) Hookman - A killer with a pirate-like hook for a hand

5) The Weeping Woman - A woman ghost crying for her dead children

6) The Licked Hand - Urban legend of a killer who spends the night under a girl’s bed, pretending to be her dog @what-is-your-plan-today​ (SSB Universe) /

7) SlenderMan - A thin, tall man with a featureless face and wearing a black suit @kneel-begyourpardon​ (Loki) /

8) Teke Teke - A vengeful spirit who drags her upper body and makes a ‘teke teke’-like sound @impala-1979​ (Steve) (?) /

9) The Vanishing Hitchhiker - A Hitchhiker that vanishes without explanation @johnmotherfuckingshelby​ (Hvitserk) / 

10) Chain Letters - A message attempted to convince the recipient to pass it on; supposedly having a curse linked to it

11) The Kraken - A sea monster of giant size that terrorizes sailors @thelonglostavenger​ (Ivar) /

12) Hellhounds - Hounds sent to collect the souls that belong to the Devil @tephi101​ (Ivar) / @littledarlinwrites​ (Bucky) /

13) The Lochness Monster - A creature that inhabits the Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands @the--sad--hatter​ (Bucky) /

14) Deer Woman - A spirit appearing as a beautiful woman or a deer associated with fertility and love @simam12​ (Bucky) /

15) White Stag - Celtic belief that it will appear when one was transgressing a taboo

16) Kelpies - water spirit appearing as a horse but able to adapt human form @lol-haha-joke​ (Hvitserk) / @maggyme13​ (Bucky)

17) Ceasg - Mermaid that grants three wishes when captured @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall​ (Steve) /

18) The Boogeyman - A creature that scares children into good behavior

19) Pontianak - Spirit of a woman who died while pregnant

20) The Midnight Man Game - A ritual to summon The Midnight Man to punish rule-breakers 

21) Changelings - Creatures replacing abducted children that had been stolen by fairies @geekandbooknerd​ (Ubbe) /

22) Shojo - A female spirit who can only be seen when drunk@fandomfic-galore​ (Tony) / 

23*) Arachne - A weaver who challenged Athena and was consequently transformed into a spider (added by @toastybbb​) @toastybbb​ (Peter Parker)

#writing challenge #mythsandlegendschallenge #waiting4inspiration #challenge #writing #writing prompt #myth school #urban legend

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

The Willow Maid Part 2

Thank you to @waiting4inspiration​ for hosting another challenge where we take myths and legends and do fun things with them, like what I’m trying to do here. @inforapound​ wanted to be tagged too. Those who read the Bible, will find references that I honestly am not trying to be sacreligious or offensive or anything, I’m trying to have some harmless fun here and provide entertainment as I mash so many things into one and connect dots here. 

Ha. Anyway, enjoy. 

The Willow Maid

Part 2

When Floki woke up again, the willow maid had returned with a bowl of stew, some bread and some more tea for him to drink. 

“Thank you Rayth.” He thanked her graciously, as he took the wooden platter and settled it over his lap before he dug into the spread as he couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so beautiful and eerily perfect, which he mused a goddess should be, it was a little unnerving to look at her but the more he did, the more he felt at peace because he could sense that she meant him no harm, only good. 

“So what are you a goddess of?” Floki asked. “Protection?” He guessed. 

“I suppose, if you say so.” Rayth nodded in agreement. 

“How would you like to be worshiped?” Floki asked and Rayth had to think about that for a moment. 

“By being kind and respectful to the women and children in your life.” Rayth answered. 

“Are there more like you?” Floki asked. 

“Yes, when I agreed to look after you, my sisters who have shown themselves to you told me that you were special and worth saving.” Rayth answered. 

“The bee woman and the raven woman?” Floki remembered. 

“Yes, among others.” Rayth nodded. 

“Is this the World Tree?” Floki asked. 

“It is, and you are the first son of Adam to be welcomed into it since the great flood, it is connected to all the other trees in the world, any fruits that can be found on trees, even bushes and shrubs can be found in it. And in some areas, we bring other plants like root vegetables and vines and grains and of course some animals get left at other trees as offerings, so I keep them, the chickens eat the bugs in the tree, that's where we get the eggs, the goats eat the excess foliage so I get my milk and cheese from them. 

“So no meat other than the eggs?” Floki asked. 

“No, men have only ever wanted meat after the great flood, neither I or my sisters crave it, but if you do, I can check the other alters for an animal sacrifice.” Rayth answered. 

“Do you not take pleasure in them?” He asked. 

“Me personally? No, some of my brothers and sisters do though, I personally think animals are more useful alive than dead but my siblings would argue that there is nothing like life blood because it’s been set as sacred since the beginning of time and they take pleasure in it, but I do not. I think there has been too much death in the world already, no use in adding to it.” Rayth shook her head no. 

“You keep calling me a son of Adam, who is Adam?” Floki questioned. 

“Who do you call the father to all?” Rayth returned. 

“Odin.” Floki answered. 

“Ah, then, you are Floki- son of Odin then. I realize that names change with time as do languages. I remember when there was only one language in the whole world, but my own grandfather put a stop to that.” Rayth recalled. 

“Who is your grandfather?” Floki asked. 

“You would not know his name, since he has banished my own father and erased my father’s own name so that no one may know it, not even my mother or myself know my father’s real name. So I will not speak of my grandfather’s name.” Rayth insisted. 

“What is your mother’s name then?” Floki asked. 

“Lilith.” Rayth smiled proudly. “Once you’ve eaten, you should rest some more Floki son of Odin and I will bring you back to your people, well, what’s left of them.” Rayth said. 

“My people?” Floki repeated. 

“Yes, the people you brought to the land of the gods. The volcano that erupted that caved you in- my sisters spitefully threw burning boulders at your opposers, only believers are left. And the soil is now very fertile and you’ll be able to grow whatever you want to now, they couldn’t bless the treacherous with the good.” Rayth informed him before she took the tray back, once she saw that he had eaten and drank his fill. 

“Also, feel free to eat whatever your eyes desire and if you need help, just call and I’ll come.” Rayth told him as his bed laid down again before the leaves opened up to reveal the cosmos above his bed as Floki gazed in awed wonder at it all as his hands reached out and grabbed a bunch of grapes that were growing near his head, marveling at how sweet they were- like candy and giggled to himself, tickled that he had so many of the gods favor- to the point that it was the goddesses who took care of him now. He only wished everyone else could see the truth. 

The next day, he felt better than he ever had, like his heart, mind and soul were whole and his sleep was the most restful he had ever had in his life, he almost didn’t want to leave as he eagerly got out of bed and investigated every centimeter of his “room” and got to try and taste fruits he had never seen before, let alone tasted. 

“Want some help?” Rayth asked as she came in with his breakfast, more bread with berries mixed in, fried scrambled eggs and fried potatoes with onions. 

“Yes please,” Floki said as she got a stone knife from her belt and opened up kiwi for him and handed him a spoon before she opened up some oranges and other citrus fruits and even some dragon fruit, sliced some star fruit, opened up mangos, papaya, pineapple and other exotic tropical fruits, even coconuts and had him drink the milk from those. 

“What are these hairy ones?” Floki asked. 

“Rambutan,” Rayth said as she peeled it and ate one for demonstration as he imitated her as she showed him so many fruits, he lost track of which ones were which and from where but he ate until his stomach was sure to burst and his face had streaks of sweet sticky juice to his his neck.  

“You need to bathe,” Rayth insisted as she took his hand and led him down the seeming maze of hallways and rooms made out of this tree before he came to a room where there was a tub in the wood itself that had an ever flowing spring in it, the water warm like from a sulfur spring but there was no sulfur. “Here, I have all the kinds of soap I make here to choose from, this one is best for your face, this one is  better for your body however for your private regions, this one is best and of course your hair and even your beard should be washed with this one.” She specified as she pointed them out before he put his hand up to his head and realized he had a full head of hair again. Which was odd. 

“You get in and I’ll return with a clean garment for you when you’re done.” She excused herself and left him to take care of himself before he got out of his tunic and got in the water with the soaps, watching as practically years of dirt and grime and oil came off of him in an instant as he washed everything with the soaps she told him to before she came back several moment later with a fresh clean garment, made out of a silk and cotton blend of cloth and some trousers.  

“Stay in the water as long as you like, I’m in the next room making soap.” Rayth said as she caught herself trying to sneak a peek at what the creator gave him and forced her eyes away as her cheeks stained cherry and even the tips of her pretty pointed ears got dark as Floki tilted his head as he realized...she was attracted to him. 

He got out of the natural tub and the water drained itself before it refilled itself anew as he put the clothes she provided on himself before he looked in the mirror, he looked...younger and healthier, he had never seen himself look so clean before as he wandered out of the room and listened for sounds of his host until he heard faint singing and followed that sound to find Rayth sitting down, pouring different colored liquid soaps into molds with different things like dried flowers as she mixed them in before she set the molds aside. The song she sang was peculiar, like he had heard it before but he couldn’t place where. The language the song was in- he didn’t recognize, but it sounded beautiful nonetheless, like his soul was being uplifted while his heart became happy and he had peace in his being. 

“You have a lovely voice Rayth.” Floki praised which caused her to jump a little in surprise before she put her hand over her heart and smiled in relief at him. 

“Thank you, I thought you’d be in the bath a little longer, you surprised me.” She explained. 

“What language was that? That you were singing in just now?” Floki asked as he leaned against the door “frame” that was huge branches growing vertically. 

“The original language my grandfather spoke to humans after he created them. It is the language he speaks to his own kind in the spirit world. All spirit beings know this language as our mother tongue, it’s humans who have deviated from the true tongue.” She answered. 

“So..it’s the language Odin speaks?” Floki realized. 

“Sure.” Rayth smiled politely. 

“So your grandfather is Odin, does that make Loki your father? Or Thor?” He asked. 

“Not exactly but my father is very much like Loki so for your sake and simplicity’s sake, sure, because otherwise, you couldn’t understand.” Rayth nodded in agreement. 

“When was the last time a son of Odin was in this tree?” He asked. 

“Never, you are the first.” Rayth said as she popped other soaps out of their molds and began to slice them with wire. 

When was the last time a son of Adam was in this tree?” Floki inquired as Rayth took a deep breath and a measured exhale. 

“A very long time.” Rayth answered as her face grew somber. 

“What was their name?” Floki asked. 

“His name was Abel and I don’t like to keep track of how long it’s been since he has died.” Rayth answered as tears began to well in her eyes as she tried to distract herself and will her tears away before they could fall. 

“You loved this Abel.” Floki realized. 

“I did, he was my first love, and my last.” Rayth answered with a sad smile. 

“Come, I think we were left some meat at one of the alters today. I know you must be hungry for it.” Rayth changed the subject and walked down a different hallway as she checked hollow stumps like they were cupboards, secretly wiping at her eyes as Floki could feel her sadness like it was his own. It had been eons of time since her heart was broken and her own heart had never truly healed. Time had only made her loss bearable. 

“Ah, a piglet, the poor thing.” Rayth took it and cradled it in her arms and wiped off the dirt before she presented it to him. 

“Should this be enough?” She asked. 

“More than enough.” Floki nodded before she led the way back to her kitchen. 

“You can cook it here,” Rayth said as she pointed to the fire as she worked on getting more bread dough made and a delicious rice and vegetable dish for them as Floki picked some herbs and onions and garlic for his dead piglet as he patiently roasted it with all of that inside of it. 

“So is it only you and your sisters in this tree?” He asked. 

“It’s been just me and my animals as of late, this tree was overflowing with my family before the great flood, but after...not so much. I was spared because I can disappear into the tree itself, some of my family wasn’t so lucky. Of course since then my parents made more siblings for me, but...they like to be elsewhere among the other sons of men. So, unless they come to visit, it’s usually just me.” Rayth answered. 

“So you’re lonely.” Floki realized. 

“Yes and no, I like living by myself and not having to answer to anyone. I like cultivating this tree and taking care of it and I like my animals and what they provide for me, I like the vast variety of foods I have at my fingertips at all times and I like not having to depend on anyone. And since the tree is connected to all the others, I can travel all over the world without ever leaving home. And when I do get lonely, I can always leave for short periods of time and blend in with anyone else and attend parties and festivals. People leave coins and other goods at the other alters so I have no shortage of coins or trinkets or jewelry or anything else I could ever want.” Rayth shrugged her shoulders. 

“So they leave gifts at your alters for blessings? Answered prayers?” Floki inquired curiously. 

“Usually. My other sisters usually take care of that. I only have access to alters that are in the hollow bases of great trees, my other brothers and sisters watch over the others and take care of their chosen people.” Rayth answered. 

“But you don’t have a chosen people?” Floki gathered. 

“No, I never preferred one race or tribe over another. I think they are all wonderful in their own ways. It was only because I can travel like I do that my sisters and your daughter and your wife asked me to save you. I am very partial to children myself, I love their innocence and imagination and sense of wonder. It seems that the more time goes on- children lose all of that sooner and sooner in their lives. But you are an exception- you never did lose yours. That’s why you were able to see my siblings. That’s why you’re able to see me.” Rayth smiled fondly at him as she turned from kneading her dough before she turned back to it and once she was done she washed her hands before Floki left the pig to roast as he came up behind her and gently hugged her from behind. 

“What are you doing?” Rayth asked. 

“Hugging you, it’s been a long time since you got a hug, everyone needs a hug every now and then.” Floki answered and Rayth was touched by how pure this gesture was and how gentle his soul had become in his relatively mature age before she turned and hugged him back. 

“Thank you Floki.” She whispered before the pig began to burn which broke them up before they returned to their tasks of making a meal together. 

“So you’re able to see them then? To talk to those who have passed on?” Floki asked as they ate their meal together. Rayth graciously taking a bite of the roasted pig but not wanting any more than that. 

“Yes, even though you are spiritual, you are still mortal. You can see spirit beings when they choose to be seen by you. But otherwise, this is as close to the spirit realm that you can ever be in your living state.” Rayth explained as she looked up to the light filtering through the leaves in the ceiling for emphasis. 

“Wait, the spirit world, is just right up there?” Floki realized. 

“Yes, but again, you can try to look but it will blind your eyes, you can try to touch but it will deaden any limbs you put through the leaves. You can try to hear- but you’ll go deaf. But there is a way to sense them, come.” Rayth invited as she took his hand again and brought him to a room that was clearly an alter of some kind where there was a stump, carved with living and moving designs that were almost hypnotic.  

“Come,” Rayth invited as she had him stand on the stump with her before she took his hands and hand him reach up simply place his hands on the leaves, pushing up into them ever so gently but not pushing through the canopy at all before Rayth seemed to call and whisper- her mouth moving but his ears could barely hear what she said but he felt what she was saying in his body- in his bones like the sounds she was making were moving through him before he felt a little hand press against his in the foliage- like feeling it through a cloth. 

‘Hi Daddy,’ came a message directly into his brain- in his daughter’s perfect little voice before his other hand felt another hand touch it, this one bigger, it was Helga. 

‘Floki’ came his wife’s voice, she was laughing yet crying and so happy to be so close to him again, yet so far. 

“There, the connection is stable, take as long as you need.” Rayth told him before she had vines grow down from the canopy to help support his body and his arms so his body didn’t strain to stay as connected as possible before she left to give him privacy. 

#The willow maid #mythsandlegendschallenge #Vikings Floki #floki x reader #floki the boat builder #Floki imagines #@waiting4inspiration

[gfanboy]

The fall of Icarus

#fall of icarus #greek mythology #icarus #drawing #digital art #digital drawing #greece #greek myths #mythsandlegendschallenge #myths #greek gods #mythology #icar #icarus falls #icarus art #icarus aesthetic

[toastybbb]

Arachne's Spider

This is for @waiting4inspiration challenge!!

I took the story of Arachne and changed some things to fit the theme. Hope you enjoy!

Arachne prided herself in the fabrics that she spun. Her son, Peter, shared the same pride. Both would boast to the townspeople and other weavers that their works were far superior.

Arachne even claimed that her work was better than that of the goddess Athena.

It was not long before Athena caught wind of what Arachne had been saying. She had woven fabrics as well. Her fabrics were beautiful, but she took her pride in silence, never to be seen as a show off.

When Athena heard of Arachne’s antics, she challenged the prided weaver herself.

Peter helped his mother set up her spinning wheel for the challenge. He was covered head to toe in his mother’s work. He made sure that everyone who came to watch was able to see the talent his mother had.

The challenge was to create a scene on the fabric. Both weavers worked tirelessly to create their artwork. Finally, the time came to reveal what had been made.

Athena revealed hers first. It depicted the Gods and Goddess dancing with the townspeople in harmony. The townspeople loved it, and praised Athena for her work.

Next was Arachne. The townspeople fell silent at what Arachne had made. Her fabric depicted Peter terrorizing the townspeople and mocking the Gods and Goddesses. Athena was livid at what Arachne had created.

At the end of it all, Arachne’s work was better made and tightly woven, despite the evil scene that was forever woven.

Athena had to let Arachne know that she could not get away so easily. She cast her hand at Peter, and slowly he shrank, turning into what would be the first spider known to man.

Arachne was devastated. How could Athena do this to her beautiful son? Who would model and pride himself in his mother's work now?

Arachne eventually gave up her weaving to look after her spider of a son, to make sure no more harm could be done to him.

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#mythsandlegendschallenge #marvel #avengers #arachne #spiderman #spiders #avengers x reader

[geeky-introvert]

Kelpie

Summary: After falling overboard during a storm Hvitserk finds himself in trouble until he sees what looks like a horse in the water. Blacking out he then wakes up on the beach, and a strange woman staring at him....One-shot.

Word count: 1040

Warning: Near death experience and almost drowning. No pairing in this.

This is for the writing challenge started by @waiting4inspiration​. It’s short and something different. I tried and hope it worked out.

Tag List:  @lisinfleur @mdlady @didiintheblog @alicedopey @rekdreams247 @mblaqgi @oddsnendsfanfics @aphnxrising @happydaysandersen @therealcalicali @naaladareia @inforapound @captstefanbrandt @waiting4inspiration @tabalugax @p8tn0lish @igetcarriedawaywithyou @laketaj24 @darlingp @tephi101 @youbloodymadgenius @lordsexmachine 

If anyone else wants to be added to the tag list let me know please.

What was supposed to be a raid in England started out to be not what it seems. It wasn't long into their journey at sea that it was clear that the gods were angry at them, or someone. They ended up trapped in a bad storm, one that cursed the waves strong enough to flip ships, including the one Hvitserk happened to be on.

His brothers were scattered onto other ships as he wanted to take lead of the soldiers he had on the ship he joined, but came to regret that choice as the storm hit them and without warning they were swallowed up by the strong waves of the sea.

Everything was dark, cold, and Hvitserk struggled to reach the surface over again for air. The waves though continued to push him down further though, making it all the more difficult. His life flashed before his eyes as bubbles started to form, instead of air water started to fill his lungs which only panicked him more. It was getting colder, harder to move, and soon enough his vision blurred as a large figure appeared before him.

Suddenly he was grabbed, or something, he wasn’t even sure anymore. All he thought he was going to die at sea. Blanking out that was all he remembered.

As time passed, he heard the sounds of seagulls and slowly woke up to the sun shining down on him through the waving large grass over his head. Trying to breath he coughed up more water and turned over letting out a small grunt of discomfort with his hands digging into the sand.

The gods were watching over him. On some kind of blessing he had survived the storm and washed up on shore. But why? He didn’t understand.

Turning around he sat on the sand and took in his surroundings. He must’ve traveled a bit up a lake because the ocean wasn’t seen in his sight. Was he in England?

The sound of a twig snapping got his attention and quickly turned his head to see a woman hiding in the thicket in the water, her hazel eyes staring blankly at him.

Hvitserk wanted to say something, anything, but the woman slowly stood up and looking at her more he noticed she was naked and seaweed covered throughout her hair. Though he gaze was odd. No emotion at all, just a blank stare boring down on him.

“Do...Do you understand me?” He asks her in Saxon.

“Yes.” Her answer was blunt.

“Did you pull me from the water?”

“I did.” Another blunt answer.

“Thank you.” He answers trying to give a soft smile, but it was hard with the way she stared at him. Managing to stand up on his feet then she didn’t seem to be bothered at all with the fact that she was naked still in front of him. But she also didn’t look like a normal Saxon either.

“Who are you?” Perhaps he could give her some clothes, some gold, for saving his life, a son of Ragnar. It was the least he could do.

“I’m no one.” She says before slowly coming closer, very close. Hvitserk’s brows furrowed as she sniffed him them like an animal would. She was a bit strange. “I’m still wondering why I saved you. I should’ve let you drown.”

“Well, you saved me.” He says with a shrug. “So I guess you followed your heart.”

Her answer was a grunt before her hand suddenly reached out, taking hold of his hand and the seaweed curled around his hand and dug into his skin, making his hiss and let out a painful cry while falling to his knees. He had no weapons, nothing to rid of whatever was hurting him.

“Listen to me human…” She hisses, sounding inhuman to his ears, before pushing him down and straddling his lap, still holding his arm as she curled the seaweed more into his skin, marking him so he’ll always remember. “My kind don’t let your kind live. All the others with you on that ship, my brothers all killed and ate them. It was a good feast for them indeed. I’m rare because I’m a female, this was my first hunt and I should’ve killed you, but I didn’t. It’s not because of a good heart though, it’s something else but we’ll never know for sure.”

Her other hand came up grabbing at his cheeks while she continued to study him more, trying to figure out herself why she didn’t just let him drown and feast on him like her brothers.

“Don’t make me regret my choice.” She snarls lowly before finally pulling away from him and letting the seaweed leave his skin, which marked him, so he remembers.

Crawling back a little away from her Hvitserk gripped at his sore arm looking at the bleeding marks and up at her. “What the fuck are you?”

The sound of his name was then being called by those who survived, no doubt Ubbe never gave up hope for hil being lost at sea. She quickly looked in the direction before retreating back into the water, her body shifting and forming into seaweed and into what looked like a horse before disappearing under the water.

He didn’t understand what just happened as he panted softly, still trying to let it all progress through his mind and maybe understand what she was at least.

“Hvitserk!” Ubbe suddenly came to his side and embracing him tightly. “Thank the gods you’re alive! We all feared you lost! Come on, let’s get you warmed up and food. We’ll have to celebrate, brother.” He says proudly helping him up.

However Hvitserk was still thinking over the woman from the lake that saved him.

Many questions flooded his mind but he quickly told himself that it might’ve been best if they were left unanswered. Whatever she was, it wasn’t good, that he was convinced.

“Yeah, I could use a drink.” He tells Ubbe before following him back to where they made camp.

Looking down at his arm he stared at the markings feeling a bit anxious. They’ll always be a reminded to him of her, and that scared him.

#vikings #hvitserk #hvitserk lothbrok #hvitserk imagine #mythology #legend #fandom #fanfiction #mythsandlegendschallenge #kelpie

[waiting4inspiration]

Myths and Legends Challenge Masterlist

Find the Challenge HERE

The Willow Maid - Part 1 II Part 2

Summary: Rayth is sent by Helga and his adopted daughter to look after and protect Floki. by @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy

Kelpie - Part 1 II Part 2

Summary: After falling overboard during a storm Hvitserk finds himself in trouble until he sees what looks like a horse in the water. Blacking out he then wakes up on the beach, and a strange woman staring at him…. by @lol-haha-joke

A Strange Woman

Summary: Hvitserk encounters a ghostly woman on the trail who starts to haunts him by @johnmotherfuckingshelby​

Baby Fever

Summary: You and Bucky desperately try for a baby. One day, a spirit comes to bless the union. by @simsadventures​

Bloody

Summary:Bloody Mary; a ghost who appears in a mirror when called by name three times. by @buckyreaderrecs​

Arachne's Spider

Summary: A retelling of the story of Arachne including Peter Parker by @toastybbb​

Imagination

Summary: Your childhood nightmare has returned. by @kneel-begyourpardon​

Child of Water

Summary: Bucky finds a horse and starts talking to it, only to find out from Thor that it’s a mythical creature called a Kelpie. by @maggyme13​

Arrows, Gods, and Dogs

Summary: Thor is intrigued about these little things called Urban Legends, but after a night spent with the rest of the Avengers discussing them, one of them in particular becomes a little too real... by @what-is-your-plan-today​

The Changeling

Summary: You come across a pair of Fae who transport you to a magical world where you learn the truth about who you really are. Or, what you really are... by @geekandbooknerd​

#mythsandlegendschallenge #mythology #urban legend #writing challenge #writing

[yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy]

The Willow Maid

ok so I interupt my regularly scheduled things for another thing that @waiting4inspiration​ is doing their #mythsandlegendschallenge and I chose The Willow Maid with Floki because I haven’t written for him yet and I thought this would be fun. This story is very, very, loosely based on this because you know me, I like to take something you know and twist it into something unrecognizable lol. I have no idea if that’s a good thing or a bad thing but I’m passed the point of caring. Also, I’m on winter break from school SO I FINALLY GET TO PLAY CATCH UP on writing stuff. So you’ll get to see updates like crazy for the next two weeks. @inforapound​ wanted to be tagged too. And if anyone else wants to be tagged, let me know. 

The Willow Maid 

In the dark cave a strange glowing woman appeared in the dust, descending from the deep roots of a tree that lined the top of the cave. 

“Are you kidding me?! Floki, you stupid son of a bitch, “look over him”, “protect him” she said, no where did she say ‘if he’s stupid enough to go into a cave on an active volcano trying to find an epiphiny and reconnect with the old gods and gets buried under rubble- you have to dig him out!” She loudly bitched as she dug Floki out of the rubble, her hands becoming large and clawed to make her work easier as the tree roots descended from the ceiling to grab onto more rubble to help their mistress. 

Once she unearthed him, her hands returned to normal as she used the glow illuminating from herself to see him before she revived the breath of life in him by picking him up and sharing a breath with him, touching her forehead to his before he seemed to breathe in anew, his lungs gasping for new breath before his eyes opened and looked at her for a confusing second before he passed out again. 

“Great.” She grunted as she kept his frame up with hers before she turned to see a cross in the darkness before she spitefully spit at it, her spit sizzling and glowing red as it ate at the cross marking the grave before it itself was eaten up. “Well this is no place for anyone, living or dead, home we go then.” She groused begrudgingly as she reached up to grasp a root as the root then grew down and surrounded Floki in a cocoon before she disappeared into a green glow in the tree root before the cocoon was brought up and traveled with her as she used the network of trees and their roots to go home, traveling faster than lighting, her magic carrying Floki through as well. Her home was the largest tree in the world, hidden in a forest untouched by man since the beginning of creation. 

Once she was back in her home tree, the cocoon opened up and carefully laid Floki down on a bed of soft cotton before she took his clothes off, discarding his leather and furs with disdain as she assessed the health of her “guest” before medicinal herbs and mushrooms of all kinds grew on the wall next to her before she used a sharpened stone fashioned into a knife to cut all that she needed before she used a stone pestle and mortar to make a medicinal paste before she applied it to his wounds, using strips of cotton to keep them in place and milked some poppy by his head to ease his pain before she put a cotton blanket over him to keep him warm while he recovered. 

“Stupid son of Adam, cursed to be unhappy no matter what and always looking for something you don’t know and not having any business looking for it to begin with.” She spat as she washed her hands in an ever flowing sink, a bubling waterfall filling a natural basin made out of wood and using a natural soap she made herself to do so before she went ahead and changed out of her silk and cotton blend outfit and  bathed herself in her private quarters since she had gotten quite dirty digging him out and despising being filthy- she bathed and washed herself and cleaned out her nails before she intricately braided her hair, her naturally pointy ears sticking out on the sides of her head as she looked into a polished mirror at herself, making sure her unsettling perfection was unmarred before she got redressed in another outfit. Her clothes had natural uncut gemstones sewn into the fabric as vines grew in the embroidery, flowering and perfuming the air around her like a natural perfume, pleasing her senses since the stink of that son of Adam was defiling the air of the room she put him in, their imperfection filling the very air around them. Ugh, with every generation sons of Adam and daughters of Eve had they took another step away from perfection. Thankfully she was only a half step away from perfection herself since she was a daughter of Lilith, her father being a spirit creature himself, she was born with wings, that looked like tattoos drawn onto her skin, but otherwise she bore her wings on the pointed tips of her ears. Sons and daughters of Adam and Eve had those round ears. 

“This is the last time I’m doing anything like this, it’s too much trouble.” She continued to complain with a look at the glowing light that filtered through the tree like canopy above her head that served as a natural ceiling to the “room” that was made out of a massive tree, fruits of all kinds from all over the world dangling enticingly at their various stages of ripeness just within an arm’s reach as she looked them over discerningly before picking a few and eating to her satisfaction before she went to her “kitchen” an ever burning fire in a hollow “oven” made of petrified wood that was like stone so the fire did not go anywhere else in the tree before she made herself busy grinding heads of wheat and other grains that grew on the walls like a mosaic to make bread as a few chickens continued to cluck as they hunted for bugs among all the fruit and vegetables growing everywhere as she gratefully gave them a few adoring pets and coos and took a few eggs from their nests to put into her dough and cut a little bit of honey from a honeycomb from a beehive that was in the corner- the bees themselves pollinating all the blooms and fruits in the ancient tree- to add that to her dough before adding in a few handfuls of ripe berries before going over to a goat that was happily munching on the foliage of the tree and got a bowl full of fresh milk from it, patting it and thanking it for its contribution too as a stew cooked in an ancient iron kettle in her ‘oven’. She let the dough ferment in a wooden bowl close enough to the fire to stay warm and rise before she made herself and her guest some tea, hers was simply for taste while his was for healing before she returned to her “guest”. 

Her moving about the room, her bare feet padding along the velvety bark that made up her floor, like it was covered in one big pussy willow seemed to wake him up as he grunted and groaned and tested his limbs, his own injuries stopping him before he cracked an eye open and looked at the strange woman on the other side of the room as she poured him a cup of tea into an old but supremely well made tea cup. 

“Where am I?” He croaked, looking around and not recognizing anything. 

“You’re in my home.” She answered. 

“Who are you?” He asked as he looked at the strange woman who came over him and offered him a cup as the bed itself moved his body to sit up. 

“You may call me Rayth.” She stated as she handed him the cup. “Drink.” She urged before she went back and got a cup of her own tea before a chair grew out of the floor for her to sit in next to the bed but well out of reach from him. 

“Rayth,” Floki repeated before he did as he was told and drank the tea but grimaced at the taste. Despite it having milk, berries and honey, it was clearly medicinal as Rayth drank her own tea. 

“How did I get here?” Floki asked curiously. 

“I brought you here, as a favor to Helga and Angrboda who asked me to save you.” Rayth answered. 

“But they’re…” Floki tried to argue. 

“Dead, yes, I know, they passed over into the next plane, I reside between all the planes.” Rayth explained as she gestured to the floor and then to the walls and then the ceiling. 

“They called from one into the other and I answered.” Rayth explained before she had another sip of her tea as Floki frowned in confusion as he tried to make sense of it.

“So..you’re..one of the gods.” Floki slowly pieced together. 

“Something like that. Sleep now Floki- son of Adam, you will need all your strength.” She advised as he drank more of his tea and felt sleep pull him down, a vine coming to catch his tea cup before it fell to the floor as his bed reclined again and he fell into a deep sleep before Rayth took the tea cup and dumped the remainder into his teapot before she left him to sleep.  

 “Thank you.” Came a little childlike whisper from the ceiling. 

“You’re welcome.” Rayth replied before the light soon gave way to darkness, the leaves opening up to reveal the cosmos in the night sky. 

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The Willow Maid Part 3

@waiting4inspiration​ @gearhead66​ @inforapound​ sorry this took forever to update. More sacriligious bible references? Check. Angst? Check. Fluff? Check. Enjoy. 

The Willow Maid 

Part 3

Floki woke up in his bed once more, not remembering coming back to his bed, the last thing he remembered was catching up with his deceased wife and daughter until he collapsed. 

But his heart and his soul were healed. The way an old scar is given balm to soften it before it reheals anew. 

“You live son of Odin, I thought you were going to climb through and pass right over into the next plane.” Rayth greeted in amusement as she came in with a large brunch since he had slept for over a day to recover. “How do you feel?” She asked thoughtfully. 

“Healed.” Floki answered honestly. 

“Good, it’s important to heal the mind, heart, spirit and soul along with healing the body.” She nodded in agreement as she casually picked a pear to munch on it as he devoured his large feast that she brought him. 

“I can’t begin to thank you.” Floki offered meekly as he paused in eating to look her in the eye. 

“You’re welcome, after you’ve eaten, I’ll take you back to your people.” Rayth informed him and Floki was strangely saddened and disappointed that his time with her was over. 

“So soon?” He asked. 

“Yes, you are needed back at your new home, your people will need more guidance.” Rayth explained. 

“Oh,” Floki nodded in understanding before he begrudgingly continued to eat the meal. Once he was done Rayth gave him back his previous clothes and had him get dressed while she got her parting gift to him together. 

“What’s this?” He asked when she handed him two heavy burlap sacks connected by a thick rope. 

“A parting gift, you will find seeds in one and saplings in another. Plant them wherever you wish, they will sprout and grow and in abundance, no more will your little settlement go hungry.” She explained. Her own expression melancholy before she took his hand and led him out of the tree and down the steps around the outside of the tree like a spiral staircase, the bark changing as they descended until they were back in the settlement. 

“How will the settlement be able to worship their patron goddess?” Floki asked. 

“Be kind to the women and children in your life. No one is to rape or harm another.” She repeated. 

“What kind of offerings will give you the most joy?” He asked second. 

“A wildflower or two, Your settlement is still very small, I would not want to put any kind of burden on anyone. So when the settlement is stable, all the houses for the people are built and the crops are abundant, then I will take 3 or 4 wildflowers, whatever you find growing on the way to this alter.” She answered as she gestured to the hollowed out opening in the tree they were standing at the base of, not too far away from the settlement, just barely into the trees. 

“Also, these were the animals left at the other alters, I want you to have them so they could help you and your settlement.” She explained as a few cattle and some sheep and goats came out of a doorway in the tree as they surrounded them, twine tied around them in halters and leads before she handed the lead twine to him. 

“Goodbye Floki, son of Odin.” She bid him before she turned and walked up the steps again, the bark of the tree changing to that of the old and as soon as she turned out of sight, it was like the tree returned to normal, the door closing up to become the hollowed out tree it had been and the light that had been shining down on them from her tree vanishing and that left Floki standing there in the forest with the animals looking expectantly at him, wishing he could still say goodbye before he found a small tiny flower growing near his feet and picked it and laid it in the hollow tree trunk. 

“Goodbye Rayth, thank you for everything, I will miss you dearly.” He whispered before he picked up the bags once more and walked the short distance away to find his small settlement, amazed he was alive. 

“Where have you been?” They asked. 

“I was in the World Tree with a new goddess, daughter of Lilith and Loki- Rayth, she has given me seeds and saplings so that our settlement will no longer grow hungry ever again and all these animals.” He answered as he showed them the bags and what was inside as the animals then decided to graze on the grass around them. 

“We must plant them all as quickly as possible.” The settlers agreed and took them and quickly planted everything before a storm seemed to come out of nowhere and the moment everything was planted- it started to rain a warm rain and Floki stayed out in it, feeling and knowing that this was Rayth’s rain and happily let it drench him before he went back into a tent. 

To his delight- everything that they planted grew 10 times as fast as any other plant and in just a matter of a week, they were able to harvest a crop so abundant that the storehouse they built for them- it all didn’t fit to the point they had to build two more store houses. They had pumpkin, squash and gourds, beans, wheat, rye and barley and oats including fruits, like grapes, apples and pears and all kinds of berries and a nearby river was now teaming with salmon and other fish. 

Floki then showed them the tree that would become their alter as everyone left a handful of wildflowers as was asked and Floki and his people felt her blessing. 

But there were still burning questions that Floki wanted answered, so he left a handful of wildflowers at the altar and laid on his belly and waited, and waited, and waited some more, patient as ever until finally he saw movement. 

“Waiting for me?” Raith asked as she opened up the altar and leaned her arms over the ledge so they were face to face as he handed her the flowers which she gratefully took. 

“Yes, I have some questions if you have the time and patience to answer them.” He explained. 

“For you? I do, come on through,” she invited and Floki crawled on his belly through the altar and back into her home. 

“Tea?” She asked as she helped him stand up. 

“Yes please,” Floki nodded as he followed her through her house, remembering how it seemed to be a maze before she went to her kitchen and put a kettle of hot water in the fire to heat up as he took a seat at the little table she had there in her kitchen. 

“So? What are your questions?” She prompted once the tea was done and she served both of them a cup of it. 

“Is there another reason why you don’t like animal sacrifices or the blood of animals?” He asked thoughtfully and judging by her painful facial expression and suddenly rigid poster that he seemed to have struck a nerve. 

“If I tell you, you have to promise to never repeat it and never bring this matter up again.” Rayth warned. 

“I swear.” Floki vowed. 

“In the beginning- of the creation of man, after the first man Adam rejected my mother because she demanded to be treated as an equal instead of a subservient, the Creator- he made for Adam a second woman, made from his rib rather than the very earth he was, Eve- who was submissive, young, naive, fragile and completely dependant on Adam. Everything my mother was the opposite of. They sinned and became imperfect- because my father vowed to avenge my mother, because after Adam rejected my mother, she was kicked out of the garden like paradise- called Eden.  So once Adam and Eve were out- they had children, many children, their first born was Cain and a second son was Able. Cain and Abel both sought to regain the Creator’s favor. I was the firstborn of my parents, so we all kind of grew up together and I fell in love with Abel and since I was a direct descendant of the Creator since my father was a son of the Creator and my mother the Creator’s creation- and closer to perfection than he was, Able asked me how to gain the Creator’s favor. And I loved him so much that I told him exactly how to do it. The Creator gave life, so life should be given back to him, and you know as well as I do that blood is life.” Rayth recalled, her voice becoming thick with emotion as a single tear streamed down her face at the memories as Floki reached out and held her hand in sympathy. 

“So Abel promised me that if his first sacrifice was accepted, he would make another for me, so that I could be completely human with him and be his wife and I couldn’t hardly wait because the Creator has that power. But then…” Rayth broke down into sobs before Floki stood up and pulled her to her feet and hugged her tightly and consoled her physically since he didn’t want to say anything and interrupt her revelation. 

“Cain offered his best vegetation, Abel sacrificed a lamb, the Creator approved of Abel’s sacrifice but he did not approve of Cains. And Cain became so angry and wrathful that he killed Abel. The first murder on earth and it was all my fault, if I hadn’t told Abel about the power of life’s blood or if I had just lied, he would have lived. Life belongs to the Creator, all sacrifices made to any god but him are all made in part to my father instead because my father is the father to every god but the Creator who is his father in turn. How can I take delight or pleasure in the very thing that was responsible for Abel’s death? It’s so abhorrent to me. Every time I see it, I get sick because it reminds me of Able and every time I see my parents or my siblings getting drunk off of it- I get sick. Because it doesn’t belong to any of us, it belongs to the Creator and only him.” Rayth bawled into his chest. “But if that wasn’t enough- the Creator actually protected that murderer! He forbade anyone from striking him and put a curse on him so great that even I couldn’t strike at him. And when Cain founded the land of Exile, because of the Creator’s protection, I couldn’t even set foot in it! It’s all my fault and I’ve been powerless to do anything about it.” Rayth lamented. 

“No, none of this is your fault! It’s Cain’s fault, he’s the one who got angry and wrathful. All you have done was provided a way for those to find favor of the gods who want it. That is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed or guilty over. I am so sorry that this Cain took your love away from you, trust me, I know exactly what that feels like.” Floki sympathized as he stroked Rayth’s back lovingly. 

“So what happened next?” He asked. 

“The Creator offered me recompense, and he allowed me to return to the garden of eden and offered me this tree as my home and it will stay mine until Abel is brought back in the resurrection, and then and only then will I be reunited with him. But it’s just...so long to wait.” She answered. 

“How long have you been waiting?” He asked. 

“Over five millenia.” She answered with a huff of a laugh. “I figure I will wait a few more before I am reunited with him.” She ventured. 

“Then I will come and help you wait, distract you if need be.” He offered. 

“Ok.” She nodded.

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