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Myriad Misadventures - Chapter 4

The Myriad Misadventures of a Midgardian Queen-In-Training - Chapter 4

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Myriad Misadventures - Chapter 4

You hear the bell-tone of your cell, over and over again. Picking it up, you see texts popping up, some from numbers you don’t even recognize.

ru watching good nite america

Is that really you?!

omg congrats!

Wow that sux

ur pic looks great

AHHHHHHHHHHHH

i cant believe it! great job!

(Y/N)!

Congrats, (Y/N)!!!!!!!11111!!!!

(Y/N), u there?

A visit to your Facebook page yields similar results, especially once people see you’re online. A second later, the house phone starts ringing, and the rest of your family snaps out of their collective stupor. Mom leaps up to grab the phone, Erik and Carlie crowd around you, Dad storms out of the room...

“Are you okay?” That’s Erik, shaking your shoulder gently. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes, she’s right - " She pauses to glance back at you. " - oh, no, she’s in the shower. Of course, I’ll tell her you called - oh, I have a call waiting, can you hold? Hello? This is Mrs. (LN). Oh, (Y/N) isn’t available right now, but I’ll let her know you called…” The calls are coming in faster than Mom can field them, the texts flashing across your phone screen like gunfire.

“I’m fine.” Your voice sounds hollow, distant. Like it’s coming from someone else. Dimly, you’re aware of the fact that you’re standing up again, clutching your cell phone. You walk up the stairs, Carlie at your heels. You climb under the blankets fully clothed, not even bothering to turn off the lights, and, with your little sister huddled besides you, you close your eyes and try, try to sleep.

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Thank God for best friends. If it weren't for Steven, you'd never make it through school alive.

"I can't believe your parents are making you go to school," he mutters. You shrug and nod, as if to say, I know, right?

As it is, you aren't too sure you will make it out of this building alive - sure, there are some girls that you are friendly with, some that support you, some that pity you (in the nicest way possible)...but you've received a handful of glances that carry more than a little malintent. Case in point: most of the girls in your eighth period chemistry class are too nice (or, at present, too focused on saponification) to glare or make snide comments. But at the lab table next to you, Lara Jennings is staring at you with such intensity, you're almost afraid her goggles will melt.

"Is it five minutes to passing yet?" you whisper. Steven's gaze flickers to his watch before he shakes his head, and you draw your lips into a pout. Steven, bless his soul, is pretending to have a sprained ankle so that you can be his book carrier and leave class early with him, thus saving you from those four minutes of passing period hell. In class, nobody can do much, but the hallways are fair game. As it is, there are some places you can't avoid, like the cafeteria, for instance. Or gym. I swear, if Annabelle Wilkes makes one more comment about how corseting is sure to do wonders for my figure, I will throw her stupid purse so hard it, it’ll end up in the boys’ locker room.

Not that Annabelle would mind. After all, it would be just another excuse to prance around the gym in her booty shorts and sports bra, whining to Coach, winking at whatever poor boy accepted the task of returning the pocketbook.

But you digress. You don’t take science with Annabelle; nor do you share a ninth period class, thank God. Finally, Steven raises his hand, and, upon receiving a nod from the teacher, limps to the hallway. You follow after, sighing in relief when the door shuts behind you.

Steven falls into a normal gait besides you. “One period left.”

You groan. “Oh, God…”

He grimaces apologetically. “Sorry.”

“What? No need to apologize. I’m, like, super psyched,” you whisper back sarcastically.

“Really?”

You roll your eyes. “No, genius. I’m freaking out. You really think I want this?”

“No. But it looks like you’re alone on that one.”

You push open the door to the stairs. “Huh?”

As if on cue, Anna Wilke’s nasally voice rises up through the stairwell. “...totally hot, from what I saw.”

One of her friends - Lydia, you think her name is - pipes up. “It’s the hair. Ugh, Bells, I’m so jealous! I literally missed the cut off by a week. So unfair.”

You freeze as they reach the landing. Annabelle gives you a disgusted once-over before plastering a faker-than-her-breasts smile on her face. She looks perfect, of course - auburn hair piled on top of her head in a strategically messy bun, scarf adorning her collarbone, her stick-figure physique enhanced by the water bra. “(Y/N), sweetie! So funny meeting you here!”

You grimace. Be polite. “Hi, Annabelle.” Honestly, if you weren’t in the same grade, you’d have no idea who she was. As it is, she never paid any attention to you until your name was drawn. Just another one of the many, many perks of being Chosen.

“I can’t believe you’ll be gone in - what? Less than twenty-four hours?” She looks not to you for confirmation, but to Lydia, who nods enthusiastically.

“Yeah, I’m, um, pretty nervous.”

She raises an eyebrow. “I can tell. Just a word of advice, from one girl to another, I’d lay off on the stress eating, all right? What’ll happen’ll happen. No point in worrying if King Loki will like you, because it’s never gonna happen, right?” Before you have a chance to respond, she looks to Lara and jerks her chin in the direction of the exit. “Anyway, toodles, and break a leg! Make sure you give us a shoutout!” She winks at Steven before sauntering out of the stairwell.

You turn to Steven with a look of disbelief, and he nods, looking equally as disgusted. “Did she just - ”

“Some girls think it’s exciting. You know, they want to be you.” He whacks your shoulder playfully. "She's intimidated of you."

You shake your head, glancing over your shoulder one last time. “That’s, like, revolting. And honestly, does she really think I’ve got any chance of becoming queen? I mean, what were the chances it was anyone from our class? From our school, even? Zero.” You throw your hands up in the air. "I'm sixteen! She's sixteen! I don't want to get married!" It feels good saying it out loud, and Steven does nothing to stop you as you continue to rant. "This whole situation is, like, stupid beyond belief. I should be focused on passing quarterly exams, and AP exams, and...okay, so I hate tests, but this is like an even bigger test, you know? I don't want people watching me try to not be noticed by 'His Majesty,'" you say, adding air quotes at the end. He shrugs. "And, and, like, why am I the only teenager? It's like, thirty, twenty nine, twenty seven, twenty five, twenty one, and then boom! Sixteen-year-old! What the hell?" Slightly calmer, you make to continue down the next flight of stairs, but… “Steven?”

“Yeah?”

You look down at your t-shirt and jeans. “Have I really gained that much weight?”

He rolls his eyes. “(Y/N)...”

“I’m serious!”

“First of all, just because I’m a guy doesn’t mean you get to make me into your sassy gay friend who you can go to for fashion advice, all right? I have a girlfriend. And, second of all, don’t let Annabelle Wilkes get into you head, all right?”

“Regardless of your sexual orientation, you are my sassiest friend by far, and I can and will go to you for fashion advice. And…” You sigh. “Thanks.”

He rubs your arm as you two head down the stairs, just as the first bell rings. In forty five more minutes, you will be back home dealing with the same obnoxious government officials who have been in and out of your house all week, finishing up last-minute paperwork, picking out a Transport Day outfit, and then tomorrow…

Well.

You don’t want to think about tomorrow.

Instead, you scrunch up your nose, thinking again about what Annabelle said. Really, I haven't been stress eating that much...

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eddycurrents · 5 years

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For the week of 15 July 2019

Quick Bits:

Age of X-Man: Omega #1 concludes the event with this finale one-shot from Zac Thompson, Lonnie Nadler, Simone Buonfantino, Tríona Farrell, and Clayton Cowles. It’s a confrontation between many of the groups within this world and X-Man as they discover the nature of the world and discuss some philosophical concepts of conflict and identity.

| Published by Marvel

Aquaman #50 begins “Amnesty” from Kelly Sue DeConnick, Robson Rocha, Eduardo Pansica, Daniel Henriques, Julio Ferreira, Sunny Gho, and Clayton Cowles. It’s damn good. Arthur returns home here and there’s a reintegration of old supporting cast members, Wonder Woman, and further information about what’s going on in Atlantis. Also the set up for an interesting story possibly further down the line. Great art from Rocha, Pansica, Henriques, Ferreira, and Gho.

| Published by DC Comics

Assassin Nation #5 is the end to what has been a fun and humorous action-packed series from Kyle Starks, Erica Henderson, and Deron Bennett. More great action with some surprises along the way.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Batman #75 begins “City of Bane” from Tom King, Tony S. Daniel, Mitch Gerads, Tomeu Morey, and Clayton Cowles. It sets up a new status quo in Gotham with Bane at the helm and a bizarre slotting of various villains into traditional roles.

| Published by DC Comics

Black Badge #12 concludes this series with one last mission from the combined forces of all of colour badges, showing us how a coordinated effort really should have taken place before the groups’ purpose was co-opted. This has been a great series from Matt Kindt, Tyler Jenkins, Hilary Jenkins, and Jim Campbell.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Black Science #41 sets up an interesting and somewhat surprising new reality after last issue. I kind of expect that we’ll see another big twist as we head towards the finale in the next two issues. Rick Remender, Matteo Scalera, Moreno Dinisio, and Rus Wooton give us an interesting look at “paradise” this issue.

| Published by Image / Giant Generator

Blade Runner 2019 #1 begins a new time period and introduces a new Blade Runner in this alt-present tale from Michael Green, Mike Johnson, Andres Guinaldo, Marco Lesko, and Jim Campbell. Ash is an interesting character and this interpretation of the mythos is wonderful. Also, the artwork from Guinaldo and Lesko perfectly fits this neon apocalypse world.

| Published by Titan

Bloodborne #13 begins the next arc, “The Veil, Torn Asunder”, as an unnamed veteran searches through the madness of Yarnham and beyond. Beautiful artwork from Piotr Kowalski and Brad Simpson, really bringing the existential horrors to life.

| Published by Titan

Daredevil #8 goes in a very interesting direction as Matt accepts a dinner invitation from the married bookseller he keeps flirting with, leading to an assassination attempt and captivating dinner conversation about rules and responsibility. Chip Zdarsky, Lalit Kumar Sharma, Jay Leisten, Java Tartaglia, and Clayton Cowles are really delivering an interesting story here.

| Published by Marvel

Excellence #3 delves into some of the details of how the Aegis deals with rogue magic users. Brandon Thomas, Khary Randolph, Emilio Lopez, and Deron Bennett are doing some very interesting world and character building here.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Fairlady #4 is another great issue. The humour that Brian Schirmer provides in the dialogue is wonderful. This one dives into the mystery of mystery novel missing its final page and there’s one hell of an ending.

| Published by Image

Ghost Tree #4 concludes this excellent series from Bobby Curnow, Simon Gane, Ian Herring, Becka Kinzie, and Chris Mowry. There are a lot of goodbyes in this issue, some pleasant, some not, and some heartrending choices and consequences. Very well done.

| Published by IDW

Gideon Falls #15 checks in with Father Fred’s nightmares. The different time periods and streams, and their crossings-over at this point, are fascinating, even as things become even more chaotic and horrifying. Gorgeous art from Andrea Sorrentino and Dave Stewart.

| Published by Image

Immortal Hulk #21 has gorgeous guest art from Ryan Bodenheim as we get a story filling in this past of Fortean and a dangerous change in the present. Al Ewing also brings forward some of the recurring subtext of form and substance through the Bible and Kabbalah to give a deeper understanding of some of the themes here.

| Published by Marvel

Infinite Dark #8 brings an end to the second arc, with a revelation of the nightmarish creatures trying to destroy the station and a choice for how to proceed with the potential survival or annihilation of the remaining human race. Wonderful work from Ryan Cady, Andrea Mutti, K. Michael Russel, and Troy Peteri.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

Invaders #7 begins a new arc, “Dead in the Water”, dealing with the fallout of Atlantis’ assault on the surface. There are some more hints of Namor’s problems, the return of another Invader, and hints at some nefarious things on the horizon. I love the introduction of Tony Stark into the mess in the present, adding another conflict to deal with. Chip Zdarsky, Carlos Magno, Butch Guice, Alex Guimarães, and Travis Lanham continue to deliver some solid storytelling here.

| Published by Marvel

Jim Henson’s The Storyteller: Sirens #4 features an interpretation of the myth of Lorelei by Aud Koch (with letters from Jim Campbell). It’s wonderfully told, with beautiful, magical artwork.

| Published by Boom Entertainment / Archaia

Justice League #28 concludes “Apex Predator” from James Tynion IV, Javier Fernandez, Daniel Sampere, Juan Albarran, Hi-Fi, and Tom Napolitano. This one’s basically integral to the core “Year of the Villain” story as Lex gives his offer to J’onn.

| Published by DC Comics

The Life & Death of Toyo Harada #5 picks up some of the pieces for the remaining few of Toyo’s forces, as they try to make a plan for what’s to come next. It should be interesting to see what the next step is in the finale. Gorgeous artwork from CAFU, Kano, and Andrew Dalhouse.

| Published by Valiant

Little Bird #5 brings this ambitious and unique story from Darcy Van Poelgeest, Ian Bertram, Matt Hollingsworth, and Aditya Bidikar to an end. The personal nature of this story as Little Bird comes to terms with her family has been a very enthralling element in this fight for freedom, and the sacrifices that one makes. Stunning artwork from Bertram and Hollingsworth.

| Published by Image

Loki #1 is an entertaining beginning to this new series spinning out of War of the Realms from Daniel Kibblesmith, Oscar Bazaldua, David Curiel, and Clayton Cowles. It dives in to Loki’s new role as King of Jotunheim and how he’s humorously approaching his duties. There’s a nice set-up for something coming that’s dismissed as a trick.

| Published by Marvel

Outpost Zero #11 reveals the discovery of life outside of the outpost, which leads to an unexpected reaction and sign of more conspiracies to keep the entire populace in the dark. Sean Kelly McKeever has been seeding little hints that something not right has been going on for a long time within the colony and there is more evidence of it here.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Pearl #11 sets us up for the end as Pearl returns to San Francisco to take care of the Endo Twins. Also, a game changer of a cliffhanger. Love the double page spreads from Michael Gaydos.

| Published by DC Comics / Jinxworld

Promethee 13:13 #1 is a digital-original prequel to Christophe Bec’s Promethee series from Andy Diggle, Shawn Martinbrough, Dave Stewart, and Simon Bowland. You don’t need to have read the original to follow this, but I still highly recommend it. This is an interesting starting point, with even more of a conspiratorial/espionage feel than the sci-fi of the main series. It’s good and I’m very interested to see where this goes.

| Published by Delcourt / Soleil

Ragnarok: The Breaking of Helheim #1 is a welcome return of Walter Simonson’s new take on Thor and Norse Mythology, pushing the story in new directions as Thor gains a vision of the end from his father and sets out for Hel. Simonson, Laura Martin, and John Workman work together as a seamless team here delivering a wonderful next chapter to the story. For those new to this series, there’s also a rather nice Q&A section that helps with some of the details.

| Published by IDW

Resonant #1 is an intriguing debut from David Andry, Alejandro Aragon, Jason Wordie, and Deron Bennett. This first issue sets up a different, very interesting post-apocalyptic world that we’re kind of uncertain of, but with the core of a single father trying to protect his children. The art from Aragon and Wordie is incredible.

| Published by Vault

Road of Bones #3 goes even harder into the brutal horror of three men trying to survive without any resources in a harsh landscape devoid of life. Rich Douek, Alex Cormack, and Justin Birch elevate the terror nicely this issue.

| Published by IDW

Rumble #14 unleashes the Last Knight of the Scourge Knights upon the world, bringing with him death through oblivion. John Arcudi, David Rubín, Dave Stewart, and Joe Sabino are definitely raising the stakes here, especially with Rathraq distracted by a personal conflict.

| Published by Image

Sera and the Royal Stars #1 is a fantastic debut of this fantasy series from Jon Tsuei, Audrey Mok, Raul Angulo, and Jim Campbell. It draws on Persian history and folklore as Sera is called upon by Mitra to fulfill a quest to prevent the end of everyone.

| Published by Vault

Silver Surfer: Black #2 continues to build the mythology around Knull. I love this blend of the seed from Venom with what’s been going on in the cosmic side from Guardians of the Galaxy, Donny Cates is doing a great job of reinforcing an evolving shared universe feel. Also, the art from Tradd Moore and Dave Stewart is phenomenal.

| Published by Marvel

Sonata #2 unveils some more mysteries about the planet, including some incredible monsters out to kill and eat everyone. The art from Brian Haberlin and Geirrod Van Dyke is very nice.

| Published by Image / Shadowline

Superman’s Pal Jimmy Olsen #1 is a fun debut from Matt Fraction, Steve Lieber, Nathan Fairbairn, and Clayton Cowles that brings back a lot of the ridiculousness of the old Jimmy Olsen stories, seeing Jimmy in bizarre and humorous predicaments. There’s also an interesting exploration of Jimmy’s family’s history in Metropolis. And wonderful artwork from Lieber and Fairbairn.

| Published by DC Comics

Usagi Yojimbo #2 continues “Bunraku” as the investigation into the puppets continues. The supernatural aspect that Stan Sakai is bringing to this lead off arc for the new volume is engrossing and the colour from Tom Luth is growing on me.

| Published by IDW

Vampirella #1 is kind of a weird start (excepting the zero issue) to this new volume from Christopher Priest, Ergün Gündüz, and Willie Schubert. It’s framed as Vampirella seeking help from a psychiatrist following the trauma of the plane that she was on in the zero issue crashing, a disbelieving psychiatrist, and it’s certainly different.

| Published by Dynamite

X-Force #10 concludes “The Counterfeit King” and with it the series (at least for now). Ed Brisson, Dylan Burnett, Jesus Aburtov, and Cory Petit go out with a bang as X-Force have a final confrontation with Stryfe and his remaining forces. Also, wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: Animosity #22, Ask for Mercy: Season Two #1, Bags (or a story thereof), Blossoms 666 #5, Bronze Age Boogie #4, Captain Marvel #8, Clue: Candlestick #3, Collapser #1, Cyber Force #11, Deadpool #15, Doctor Who: The Thirteenth Doctor #10, Domino: Hot Shots #5, Elvira: Mistress of the Dark #7, Evolution #17, Faithless #4, Firefly #8, From Hell: Master Edition #6, GI Joe: A Real American Hero #264, Hit-Girl: Season 2 #6, Infinity 8 #13, Invader Zim #45, James Bond 007 #9, Joe Golem: Occult Detective - The Conjurors #3, Jughead: The Hunger vs. Vampironica #3, Jughead’s Time Police #2, The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen: The Tempest #6, Love & Rockets #7, Lucifer #10, Mary Shelley: Monster Hunter #4, Port of Earth #12, The Punisher Annual #1, The Ride: Burning Desire #2, Secret Warps: Ghost Panther Annual #1, Spider-Man: Life Story #5, Star Wars: Doctor Aphra #34, Star Wars: Tie Fighter #4, Superior Spider-Man #9, Teen Titans #32, They Called Us Enemy, Transformers #9, Transformers/Ghostbusters #2, Turok #4, Uncanny X-Men #22, The Unstoppable Wasp #10, The Warning #9, Wonder Woman: Come Back to Me #1

Recommended Collections: BPRD: The Devil You Know - Volume 3: Ragna Rok, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, By Night - Volume 2, Dead Kings - Volume 1, Die!Die!Die! - Volume 1, The Empty Man: Recurrence, Grumble - Volume 1: You’re the Dog Now, Man, Gunning for Hits, Havok & Wolverine: Meltdown, Jughead: The Hunger - Volume 3, LaGuardia, Miles Morales: Spider-Man - Volume 1: Straight out of Brooklyn, Princeless - Volume 8: Princesses, Vindication, Ronin Island - Volume 1, The Witcher - Volume 4: Of Flesh & Flame, Wolverine: The Long Night, Wonder Woman - Volume 9: The Enemy of Both Sides

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littlelolay · 6 years

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THORN? TORN. *FIVE

A/N: Surprise! I know I said probably on Monday or Tuesday, but I couldn't help myself. I adore you guys so much already, so here's a little gift from me. The next chapter of Thorn? Torn. I'd like to call this chapter, "The Calm before the Storm." Lol, anyways. That's the only thing I'm giving out about the next one, not gonna give out any further details.

CHAPTER(S): ONE. TWO. THREE. THREE/2. FOUR. FIVE. SIX.

PAIRING: READER X ???? (It's still a secret, but you guys can draw up to your own conclusions ehehehehehe *insert tom laughing

PREVIOUSLY ON THORN? TORN.

I wanted to scream, I couldn’t breathe. I look at Loki one last time who now stood before me, concern etched on his face before shaking my head, more at myself– disapprovingly. This was wrong. I stalked away, my feet taking me away from the living area in search for the comforts of a room that I currently now resided but before I could get away too far, I felt his cold hand again– this time on my waist. He pulled me back, spinning me around to face him. “Y/N, breathe. Please.” he said calmly, his hands now moving to grasp my arms.

“Please– please…” I cried, shaking my head as I start to push him away. “Please, just leave me alone.”

I avoided his gaze, even as he releases me from his grip. I didn’t even bother to look at him as I ran away.

Ran towards my room.

Away from someone who just wanted to help.

They can’t help you. You can’t be helped.

You’re dangerous.

I wanted to scream. These voices pounded in my head. I wanted to tear myself apart.

I was falling apart.

And instead of asking for help, I pushed it away.

Pathetic.

CHAPTER FIVE

My eyes meet the white ceiling again as I awoke, the light from outside peeking through a small gap from the curtains– hitting me just right across the face to awaken me from my slumber.

After my encounter with Loki last night and me running away from his help into the comforts of solitary, it took awhile for sleep to consume my exhausted self– my own thoughts ganging up against me as I stared at the ceiling my gaze is currently locked on. I had even imagined burning holes through the ceiling in irritation, maybe if I continued to stare at it for a little while longer it just might happen.

At the moment, I'm in a current battle with myself whether to get out of bed and seek for comfort food but it was up against negative thoughts of meeting the Avengers. After certain events from yesterday, I was positive they would be walking eggshells around me. That's the last thing I wanted to happen, for people to hide their true self from me.

Maybe Loki can assist. I scowled at myself at the thought. No, he doesn't really want to help you.

"Y/N?" Stephen's voice rang through my ears. I fight the urge to let out a sigh, not wanting to worry him. I immediately plastered a smile on my face and push myself up to sit on the bed as I heard his footsteps approaching. "Oh, good. You're awake. Get up, let's get you some breakfast."

The thought of breakfast makes my stomach grumble but I'm still in a battle of leaving the comforts of this room to face people who clearly don't want anything to do with me. "You really sure that's a wise idea, Stephen? After everything–"

He cuts me off with a stern look as he holds his hand out for me to take, "Don't beat yourself up for that, Y/N. We've talked about this."

My gaze drops to his hand, staring at it for a second before letting out a sigh. "Fine, just let me get ready. I'm not getting out of here looking like a train wreck." I muttered underneath my breath and I gestured him to go outside. I watch him leave the room, the door shutting behind him before climbing out of bed and entering the adjoined bathroom.

I was instantly met with a reflection of myself and it was disappointing. I already felt weak, and yet– I look weak too. The bags under my eyes were darker than usual and my skin tone was paler. Was it even possible to have sunken cheeks in just a day?

I wanted to smash the vanity mirror into pieces. I let out a shaky breath as I closed my eyes for a minute to contain my emotions that were suddenly starting to go insane again. When things like this happened, I usually had the gym to take it all out but unfortunately– there hadn't been time, nor do I know where the gym here was located. I had assumed there was a gym; they would need to get in shape after all– for being 'superheroes'.

My muscles relaxed as I regain my composure, splashing cold water to my face a couple of times to awaken my sleepy state. Grabbing a towel that was provided for the room, I gently patted the soft material against my skin to get rid of the excess water. Placing it aside afterwards so I can pull my hair up to a high ponytail– trying my best to make it as neat as possible before conjuring up a black hair-tie with my fingers and using it to tie my hair up in place.

I give myself one last look before retreating from my room, Stephen waiting for me patiently with a worried look on his face. "You're going to look a lot older if you keep looking at me like that."

He shook his head with a laugh, the muscles around his face relaxing as he holds out his hand for me to take. I stare at it for a second before grabbing it with my own, our fingers lacing and he gives it a gentle squeeze. "Everything will be okay, Y/N. You'll see."

Somehow, I doubted it.

Just by approaching the kitchen where the rest of the Avengers were, confirmed my assumptions that everything wasn't going to be okay.

Fake smiles. They don't really care; they're just trying to save their own butts.

"Y/N, hey…" the one I've come to know as Captain America, Steve Rogers greeted as Stephen and I approached one of the counters. I felt Stephen give my hand another squeeze– a sign that I should interact back, but I refused, keeping silent. "Bucky and I over here were just discussing, and he'll love to have you join him in the training room. That is, if you're okay with that."

I look at him then at the man beside him, keeping my best poker face on as I create scenarios in my head. A part of me was screaming to say no, but I needed to release some stress out anyway. I give him a nod and looked back over at Steve, "Thank you. I suppose later will do."

"Right. So once you're ready, Bucky will be waiting for you. No rush." He said coolly, a smile of reassurance plastered on his face. There was something about the Captain that made me feel safe, his aura was calm and gentle. I watched him move away from his spot before looking back over to the man that Captain had called 'Bucky', I couldn't put my finger on it– I couldn't read him as much as I wanted to, which was a surprise.

Releasing Stephen's hand, I placed both of my hands on the cold surface of the counter before Stephen begins to pull a plate for me, food appearing instantly on the platter as he uses his mind to send the flood on the plate instead of picking stuff on his own. I meet Bucky's eyes once more as I felt his gaze never leaving on me. Clearing my throat as I felt awkward in the situation, lightly nipping on the bottom of lip as I find the right words to say in my head before speaking, "Uh, Bucky is there a way you could help me though? I'm not really sure where the training room is."

He watches me for a second before giving me a nod, "Sure, we can train before lunch. I'll be in the common room when you're ready."

All I could muster up was a nod of appreciation before lowering my gaze down to the plate Stephen had pushed towards my direction. "Thanks." I mumbled softly to Stephen, my hand conjuring up a fork. Not removing my gaze away from the food, I started picking on the piece of bacon with the fork before looking back up once I felt that Bucky's presence had retreated. I released a sigh of relief.

"See, you're doing fine." Stephen said reassuringly, snapping me from my thoughts. I scoffed; of course he would think such a thing. "Go on and eat some breakfast so you can get ready for training." I simply nodded as we ate in silence, not bothering to look around the room full of avengers who I felt steal glances towards my way. I can practically feel their stare burning through me like lasers, it's not like I'm going to get someone killed.

I didn't eat much, not really having the appetite to do so. I mean, I was hungry before entering the kitchen– but their stares were more of an off factor for me, it threw me off guard– was watching me eat so entertaining?

I left as soon as I could– eating just enough for Stephen to not pester and fuss about my health. I didn't even look back as I retreated back to my room, even though Stephen was calling me back. I just wanted to be alone, and I wanted to release all of my anger soon.

Time rolled by fast as I prepared for the day to meet with Bucky. I got myself cleaned and dressed into appropriate clothing– a simple sports bra and a pair of black leggings, with matching shoes to go along with it. I honestly didn't know what Bucky had planned for the day. It was probably something I wasn't accustomed to– training with assassins meant being lightweight and quick with every move. Agility and Stealth being the most important things that Master Jia Li and Ru Shi have taught me– but they constantly told me I was nowhere near ready, nowhere near an assassin; my emotions being my mortal enemy, as they like to put it.

I was finally able to track Bucky down at the living area where he patiently waited for me. As soon as I came into his view, he gave me a nod and gestured me to follow him and I obliged– wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

It took me at least an hour to get used to Bucky's strength, not wanting to use my abilities to have a fair fight. I wanted to, deep down claim– that I could handle his strength but I had a good feeling that he was being easy on me. I inwardly scoffed as I keep my eyes locked on Bucky who didn't even look tired compared to me. I was practically out of breath without using my abilities. He pushed me on, claiming it'd be okay for me to use them but I had refused.

And I'm kind of regretting that now– now that he has me pinned down onto the padded mats, his hand around my throat. My gaze was blurry, as I looked up at him, not really bothering to listen to what he was saying. I had enough of this.

Using all of the energy that I had left, my hand gripped onto his wrist and spun it around causing him to yell in pain. At this moment, my vision was a blur as I pushed myself up– quickly using the advantage to roll us over, using my knee to pin his metal arm down the padded mats and my right foot pressing his now injured hand down causing him to yell out in pain once more, my hand wrapping around his neck.

We stayed in that position for quite sometime, my panting going at an abnormal rate before my eyes widened at the sight of Bucky underneath me. His face was scrunched up in pain and I moved myself away, pushing myself off of him.

I did that.

And I had no recollection as to how I did it.

Everything was a blur.

What the fuck just happened?

"I…" I muttered underneath my breath as I stare down at Bucky who was slowly pushing himself to sit. I shook my head and spun around heading towards the door. It was all too quick, but I don't know how Bucky could have pulled me back by the arm.

"Don't, it's okay." He whispered and I fought the urge to spin around and look at him. It wasn't my intention to hurt him. "You didn't hurt me, Y/N. It's okay, I'm fine. Hey– hey, Y/N. Look at me."

He demanded and I slowly turned, my face scrunched up in worry. "You're just saying that–I…"

"I said, don't." He repeated firmly and all I could muster up was a nod. "I get it, your emotions are all over the place but don't keep it inside. Let it out."

"The moment I let it out, you got hurt! Don't lie to me, I could have broken your wrist!"

"But you didn't!" he barked, causing me to jump a little on the spot, both of his hands now gripping onto my arms, his metal hand pressing against my skin caused me to shiver from the coldness. Just like Loki's. I shook the thought of Loki out of my head as I feel his grip on my arms tighten– his metal hand relaxed, he didn't want to hurt or scare me. "It'll heal, it's fine. You need to understand the more that you keep it all bottled up and you get into situations where you let your emotions take over– that's it! You won't be able to realize what you're doing anymore, and I get that you're scared of that but you need to accept that they are a part of you. Stop being so scared!"

As the day passed by quickly, Bucky and I were attached to the hip. After he had yelled at me, I supposed something snapped and we were yelling back and forth. Stephen worried, but I said nothing. I had wanted to stay by Bucky as he showed me around the tower and eventually I had decided to be left alone once we've reached the library that was provided, it wasn't huge like the one in the manor but it would have to do. Giving Bucky one last look, memories of what had happened in the training room start flooding my mind.

"Have you ever thought that maybe I don't need your fucking help!" I screamed at him as I pulled away from his grasp. "Have you ever thought that just maybe, just fucking maybe– that I don't need anyone telling me to do!"

He scoffed. "Continue telling yourself that, doll but you and I both know that I'm right. You hide away in that little room of yours because you're afraid– afraid of the judgment that might come your way but news flash, princess– that isn't going to help you one bit so stop fighting back and listen!"

"Well, I'm fucking tired of listening! I feel like shit and everything is just too much!" I cried out, stepping forward– and suddenly my fists were punching Bucky's chest as if he was a punching bag back at manor. "I just want everything to stop! I want the people in my head to fucking stop! I want to be left alone! So why can't you do that, huh? Why can't you fucking leave me alone! Why do you have to act all mighty and decide to help me, it's no fucking use! No one can help me!"

"If you think for a second I'm going to feel sorry for that sob story of yours, doll. Think again." He snapped, grasping onto my hands with his own. "I'm not going anywhere, whether you like it or not."

"Y/N? You alright, doll?" he asked snapping me from my thoughts, worry evident in his eyes. The corners of my mouth tug up to a small smile as I give him a nod. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow then. Training room, usual time."

I watched his retreating figure, my heart beating faster than usual at the thought of training with Bucky tomorrow. He was– he was a person I could trust now, somehow. He was treating me just like what I yearned for– like a person who needed to be put in her place, someone who needed to be slapped of reality without thinking if it's going to affect me because I was an adult who needs to be capable of doing things her own– unlike Stephen, who treated me like a child. Yes, I felt comfortable around Bucky.

A sigh escaped my lips before I spun around to face the scene of books before me, inhaling the scent of books that surrounded the atmosphere. The library at the manor used to be what could calm me down; reading books would remove the negative voices in my head as I go on certain adventures.

"You seem rather close to the winter soldier."

My attention snapped to the intruder, my position shifting to an alarming stance– ready for an attack, just as like what Bucky taught me earlier.

"Always the feisty one." My intruder chuckled as he began approaching me, his brow arching in curiosity, "What? No dagger this time? I'm disappointed. I quite like your choice of weaponry."

"Loki…" I whispered as my muscles began to relax, shifting my feet to stand straight; my gaze never leaving his figure, "What're you doing here?"

"Well, darling…" he drawled, standing in front of me now, "This is where most of my time is consumed."

He was kidding right? I searched his eyes, his features; even his body language to try and detect an indication that he was telling a lie but to no avail. "You read?"

"Is that such a surprise?" he quirked an eyebrow as he took another step forward. Too– close. "I'm offended. Now, tell me– darling, why is it that you decide to spend time with the soldier but when it came to me you run away? Do I frighten you?" he asked, his voice soft– almost like a whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. Yup, he was very close now. "You seem nervous now, Y/N. Has a feline gotten your tongue? Do I make you nervous?"

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I shake my head before lifting my hands up between the little space we had between us. I press my palms flat against his chest and pushed him away ever so slightly as I spoke, "No, Loki. I'm fine."

A smile almost tugs upon his lips at my actions but before I could push him away further, he holds onto my hands with his– and my heart skips. "Please, don't run away from me this time. Let me help you."

"I–I…" I stuttered from his actions, my hands feeling slightly cold from his touch. I tried my best to avoid his gaze but I was completely failing at doing so. One of his hands moves away and I swear– I had wanted to grab onto it once more like a baby losing his favorite toy, but his next move shocks me even more. I feel his fingers brush along my jawline and he tilts my head back by my chin with his thumb and index finger. My legs felt like jelly. I wanted to melt as those eyes bore into my own. My lips parted– my mind searching for something to say but instead I decide against it, not trusting myself so I gave him a nod.

His smile blew me away and before I could comprehend what was happening next, his fingers were intertwined with mine as he dragged me to one of the couches that were situated in front of a modern fireplace.

And somehow, instead of running away…

I felt–

Peace.

A/N: LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS THINK, KISSES. I'm going to start apologizing now because if you're reading this and you've finally jumped into my ship, you are about to go on a rollercoaster ride. I'm someone who likes to write conflicts, sometimes– even have love triangles, and obviously from where this is headed, our little reader is already starting to develop feelings for not just one man. Buuuuut, I'm not saying anything further ehehehehehe. Okay, signing off. Again, let me know what you guys think! If you have any suggestions on what you want to see in this series, don't be afraid to do so!

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Ru’s Dream Come True, Ch.14

Final chapter of an original fanfic in which Loki follows a dream of a beautful woman and ends up at a Renaissance Festival!

Ch.14.

Meanwhile, Teia and Sage have wandered off in search of garb that will make their otherworldly visitors stand out less in a crowd. The two of them hurry along the path away from the booth, coming soon to a crossroads.

“So, where should we go first?” Sage asks, looking around at the different shops, thinking of where they can find the best options to suit the Asgardians. Teia looks at her thoughtfully. “I don’t know…” She says slowly. They are standing in front of a shop selling hand-crafted leather boots, that are very popular at the Faire. Sage turns to Teia and asks “Did you see what they were wearing on their feet? Do we need to get them some boots?” Teia gives the booth a frown. “I think they were wearing boots already- and we don’t know their size.” Sage nods at this, already thinking of their next stop. “We know we need to hurry- lets head towards the joust field. Theres a small stand there that should have some base pieces in their size.” Teia nods at this, and the two make their way in that direction, passing more shops and a bustling pub, spilling over with drunken pirates. As they reach the narrow way past the pub, a pub crawl starts coming at them from the other side, forcing them to squeeze next the shops to avoid being trampled. As they force their way past, one of the hosts of the crawl shouts “Kilt!”, forcing all the crawlers to drink, as a man in a kilt has just been spotted. This gives Sage an idea. Once the crowd of drunkards has passed, Sage looks at Teia and says “Kilt!” “What?” Teia asks, unsure why Sage is babbling random words at her. “Kilt!” Sage insists. “We should put Thor in a kilt! I know they’ll come in his size, and its completely different from what he’s currently wearing.” Teia’s eyebrows lift in surprise at this, but slowly, she begins to nod. “You know, that’s not a bad idea.” She says. “I know, right?” Sage says. “And its right up here!” She gestures at the small hill that leads to the best kilt shop at the Faire, and the two start up it, reaching the shop in short order. Just before they go in, Sage pauses and looks at Teia. “How are we gonna know his size?” she asks, looking concerned. “Just leave that to me.” Teia replies. “I’m a seamstress, remember? I sized him up the minute we met.” “Uh huh, I’m sure thats all you were “sizing up””. Sage answers her sarcastically, as they enter the booth. Teia shoots her a mischievous glance as a shop hand rushes over to them, eager to assist.

“How can I help you girls?” the bearded, kilted man asks, with a friendly smile. Teia steps forward to speak. “We need a kilt- I’m thinking Pride of Scotland- in about a 45?” The bearded man nods. “I’ll be right back- I believe we have that one in the back.” He disappears into the back storage room of the booth, and quickly reappears, holding a new kilt in his hands, still bound with the threads that hold the pleats together. “All I have it in is the Utilikilt- will that be alright?” Teia and Sage look at each other. “It’ll have to be won’t it?” Teia says, more to Sage than anyone, and nods. “Sure. Do you have any shirts to go with it, say a double XL?” “Yup.” comes the swift response. “You want black or white?” Sage looks at Teia. “Go with black- a complete difference from his normal look.” Teia nods at this. “Black then.” The shop helper nods again, and fetches the long-sleeved black shirt from a tall display, with the help of a long metal hook. “Will that be all?” Teia and Sage look at each other, and Teia speaks “Yeah, I think so- oh! Add a kilt pin.” Sage nods at this essential, choosing one with a triquetra on it for the Norse prince. The shop man gives them their total, and neatly bags their purchases, waving them out of the shop with a cheery “Fare thee well!”

Once outside, Teia glances at her anachronistic Fitbit, seeing that time is ticking away. “We need to hurry.” She says to Sage. “Where to next?” Sage thinks just a moment before replying “Renaissance Fashions- the one over near the joust field- they’ll have plenty of base pieces to fit Loki- and then we can pick them both up something from Crimson Chain.” She looks to Teia to confirm this plan. “Lets do it.” Teia says, leading the way towards the Renaissance Fashions tent. Once there, Sage speedily chooses a green tunic and black pants for Loki,smiling at the fact that the v-necked tunic has gold knotwork edging on the collar and cuffs. Dishing out more of the conjured money, the pair now head to Crimson Chain Leatherworks, where the finest leather products at the Faire could be had, and at the best prices. Stepping into the booth, they are both met with a cheerful “Hello!” by most of the staff- they are quite well-known here. They proceed directly to the side of the booth that sells mens clothes, and then they look at each other. Glancing through the racks, there is one obvious choice for the trickster god- a leather jerkin, that closes in the front with metal latches, in black with green accents. For Thor’s look, they choose a pair of black leather bracers, to go with the Scottish look they are trying to give him. Black belts are chosen for them as well, and to complete the look, they purchase them both metal tankards with tooled leather wraps- a speciality of this shop. For Thor, an image of Mjolnir, tooled on brown, and for Loki, Sage finds the last Celtic wolf in the shop, tooled on a strange burnished gold color. Bringing their armload of items to the counter, the shop manager looks pleased with how much they are buying. “Someone went on a shopping spree.” He comments lightly, totaling all their purchases together with a grin. Sage speaks first at this. “Yup- need to spoil some friends.” The man ringing them up only nods, as he begins folding things and putting them into bags. Their total comes to over $1,000, and Teia begins counting out the folded wad of cash, separating out hundreds as she goes. The sight of this much in cash actually does pause the manager, and he almost stares as Teia neatly stacks the requested amount and hands it to him. They now have a much smaller stack than they left with, but they still have quite a lot, and Teia carefully stows it away out of sight. Shaking himself a bit, the man finishes their transaction, and gives them a receipt along with their bags. “You all have a great day now.” He says, smiling at them as they depart.

Standing now outside the shop, the two are now loaded down with many bags from the various shops. Sage looks at Teia, and almost starts to laugh.

“What so funny?” Teia asks, a bit confused as to why Sage has randomly burst into giggles.

Struggling to speak over her mirth, Sage speaks “Look at this- we are standing in the middle of Faire, hands full of garb we have just bought to help hide actual gods that have just appeared on the grounds. Tell me thats not funny to you.” Looking at Sage with a bit of an odd look, Teia nods.

“That is pretty funny, actually. But right now, we need to get this to them and get them in it- and out of Holly’s booth.” Teia replies. Sage nods to this and with a “Lets go!” they both hasten back towards the booth, pushing through the throngs of people that were filling the narrow lanes. They quickly arrive back at the booth, and Sage heaves a sigh of relief as she can see Holly still in the front, busy with a queue of customers. She leads Teia to the tiny back room, where Thor, Loki and you still wait. Sage swings the door open just enough to step in, and now the room is full, forcing Teia to wait outside, holding the door open.

You almost jump as the door opens, half-expecting someone other than Teia and Sage to be standing there. One you realize that it is them, you relax a little. You are currently cuddled into Loki where he leans against the wooden bench, and Thor is crunched under the low beams opposite the two of you. Thor beams as he sees your two friends, and he approaches them.

“Finally! It has been too long since you left us- what disguises do you bring?” Thor’s voice is loud and merry, and Sage hurries to shush him.

“A little quieter, please- remember, not attracting attention?” Thor looks momentarily chagrined, before smiling again. “Sorry.” he murmurs, softer this time. Teia has already begun separating out which items go to which prince, and she hands the stack of kilt, shirt, belt, and mug to Thor with a flirty wink. He gives the bold black and purple tartan a strange look, before setting it down and starting to disrobe himself. He is not at all shy, and does not care if anyone is watching. You immediately turn around, not particularly wanting to see the god of thunder naked. Teia then reaches in and hands Loki his stack of garb, the gold edging on the tunic shining even in the dim light. He gives you a truly mischievous look as he quickly removes his own clothes, showing off his slim, pale muscles as he changes. A sexy smile plays on his lips as he slowly draws up the black trousers, sliding them over himself with sensuous gestures. The green tunic seems to please him, as he runs his fingers along the embroidered edge before slipping it over his dark head. A practiced twitch of his hands settles his hair neatly over his shoulders, and he is reaching for his belt when an exclamation is heard from Thor.

“What the Hel is this?” Thor asks, sounding outraged. “You would have me wear a skirt?” He is already clad in the black shirt, but he is holding up the kilt, looking insulted as he examines it. Sage just shakes her head and laughs silently, while Teia explains.

“No, no- its a kilt. Its a traditional garment from my people- the people of Scotland. Both men and women wear them- however, if you want to wear it properly, you can’t wear anything underneath it. Wearing something under it is what turns it into a skirt.” She ends this explanation with another suggestive glance, this time at Thors currently- naked groin and then back at his face, a broad smile now on her features. The blond god looks skeptical at this, but seeing as his choices were currently limited, begins trying to put it on. His unskilled attempt at this brings Sage to even greater laughter, so much that she is struggling to stay silent. Teia moves forward, to assist Thor, and leaves Sage to hold the door, allowing everyone more room to maneuver. “Here, let me.” She says, reaching out to take the kilt from Thor and fasten it properly. “I grew up with all boys- helping with kilts is nothing new to me.” Deftly, her hands find the buckles and fasten it around Thors muscular waist, adjusting the drape and afixing the kilt pin with a practiced hand. “There- you look very handsome.” she says with a smile as she steps back to inspect her handiwork. “I assume you know how a belt works- or did you need help with that too?” She teases him gently, holding up the long black piece of leather. Loki snickers at this, having since finished clothing himself in the rich black and green jerkin, with the belt and mug hanging from his waist. He is reclining back against the table again with his arms folded, watching Thor and Teia with an amused smile on his face.

“I know how a belt works.” Thor grumbles, snatching it from her hand rather more roughly than he may have intended and sliding it through the belt-loops, tightening it with a grumpy lowering of his eyebrows. Loki grins at this exchange, and looks to you.

“I like her.” he says, nodding his head at Teia as he speaks. “She amuses me.” Teia gives him a sardonic smile at this, with one eyebrow raised. Looking around the small space, Sage pipes up.

“It looks like everyone is dressed- we should tuck their other clothes in our tote box, and get them out of here, so that Holly can eat.” She looks to Teia, who confirms this, and points to the plastic tote tucked in the low corner of the booth. Thor and Loki look at each other for a moment, and then bend to pick up their clothes, Loki folding his neatly, and Thor wadding his up in an untidy ball before shoving them into the box, with Loki following and gently inserting his and closing the lid. They both then look to Teia and Sage, who then look from them to each other. The moment is almost comical, and you find yourself giggling. Sage shoots you a skeptical look, with one eyebrow raised, but then turns back to Teia. “One more thing- if we are trying to hide their identities, they should probably go by different names. “Thor” and “Loki” are a little obvious.” Teia looks surprised for a moment, but then nods at this.

“Yes- I hadn’t thought of that.” She then turns to look at the pair of gods. “Is there anything else we can call you, that you will answer to- like a nickname?” Both princes give her strange stares, and Thor speaks first. “Why would the sons of Odin have nicknames? Our names are our identity, and we bear them proudly.” Sage’s hand come s to her forehead in a classic gesture of frustration, and she sighs as she looks at Teia.

After a moment, Sage has a thought. “Maybe we could just go with it?” Sage proposes. At Teia’s confused look, she continues. “Just tell people their parents were hippies, if they even ask. Here, that’s not that weird.” Teia looks thoughtful for a moment, and then nods.

“Sure, why not.” With that statement, Sage looks around at the assembled, and gives a nod. Everyone seems to know what she means, because as she leads the way out of the narrow door, all of you fall in a line and follow, with Teia directly behind Sage, and Thor following her, with you next and Loki bringing up the rear.

As you emerge, you blink in the bright sunlight, and a passing group of rowdy pirates nearly bowls you over on their way to the pub. Seeing their drunkenness reminds Thor of a promise from earlier, and he turns to Teia and Sage. “I was promised some of your Midgardian ale. Lead the way to it!” Sage and Teia look at each other, and Sage gives a half-hearted kind of shrug.

“We did say he could.” she says, with a small smile. Teia sighs, having a gut feeling that adding booze to Thor could only be a bad idea, but not seeing any easy way around it.

“Fine.” Teia says. “We’ll take them to the pirate bar.” Sage gives Teia a nod, divining her thought that that particular loud, crowded pub would be an ideal hiding place for the visitors, and they both lead the way, winding a path through the twisting lanes towards the bar. On the way, you pass many shops and people, and you stay close to Loki. You want nothing more than to be near him, and his presence is soothing to your ever-present social anxiety. You don’t run into any more people you know on the way to the pub, and you are silently grateful. One Carl was enough to deal with.

In short order, your group rounds a corner and walks down a small hill and finds the pub. As usual, pirates are spilling out of every entryway and into the lanes surrounding it, and even getting inside proves to be a bit of a challenge. Sensing that the promised alcohol is near, Thor makes quick work of this problem, pushing his way to the front of your small group and moving people aside as he goes. He starts towards the bar counter, ignoring the obvious line of those waiting to be served, and Teia quickly seizes ahold of his kilt before he gets too far.

“Wait, stop.” She says. “You have to wait in line.” As she speaks, she gestures at the somewhat lengthy line that snakes around the inside of the pub. “Everyone has to wait.” She says with exaggerated patience, the way one would address a child, in response to his look of shocked outrage. You feel Loki beside you laughing, and glance over to see a small grin on his handsome face, laughing at his brothers upset. An answering smile comes across your own features, and you step closer to him, both to get out of the way of an exiting group of drunken patrons, and to feel his warmth against you. Feeling you press against him, Loki glances down at you, and the smile grows even wider. You feel his arm curl around your waist as he pulls you next to him, and you cuddle into him where you stand, sliding one of your own arms around his waist as well.

Glancing up from where you are now holding each other, you see Thor with a grumpy look on his face, waiting in the line, with Teia and Sage near to him. The end of the line is near to where you are standing with Loki, and as he passes you, Thor asks “Brother- will you take some ale with me?” Loki looks mildly surprised at this question, but after a minute, slowly nods.

Sage and Teia have been speaking amongst themselves, and at this moment, they choose to rejoin the group conversation. Steeping one to either side of Thor, Sage looks at you. “Sorry to cut the fun short kids, but we have to leave for parade soon.” Teia is holding her wrist aloft to confirm this, and you sigh, seeing what time it is. Part of your employment at the Festival requires you to walk in the daily parade of vendors, carrying a banner for the booth you represent. You sigh, looking up at Loki. The last thing you want to do is leave him, but you have to do this to keep your position in your booth.

Both he and Thor look confused at this statement, and Sage hastens to clarify. “Ru and I need to go- Teia will stay with you guys, and we will regroup after the parade. Sound good?” Before they really have any time to reply, Sage nods, and goes to leave. Loki’s arm tightens around you, and he leans his dark head down to yours.

“Hurry back to me.” he speaks softly, and his sensuous voice sends shivers down your spine. He ends this statement with another kiss- this one brief and sweet, but the feeling of it lingers on your lips . He then releases you, his arm sliding back away from you, but caressing you as it goes. Sage gives you a significant look, and reluctantly, you tear yourself away from him and proceed to follow Sage out of the pub. You would swear that you could feel his eyes on you as you hurry away, and the moment you are apart, you start missing him. Following Sage as the two of you rush through the lanes towards the booths whose banners you will be carrying, you wonder at this. No one you have ever met has ever made you feel this way- blood rushing, heart pounding, and like you always want to be near them. Quickly, you achieve the banners you both need, and head towards the area where you assemble prior to the parade. After checking in, your mind is still spinning, and you stand quietly next to Sage. It takes you a minute to even realize that she is talking to you, and she has to grab your arm to get your attention.

“Earth to Ru- anybody home?” She asks, with a smile, as she gently shakes your arm.

“Huh, what?” you ask, as you come back to awareness of what is going on around you. You were lost in daydreams of dark leather and midnight hair, pale skin and emerald eyes.

“You ok?- you look a million miles away.” Sage asks you, with a knowing grin. She clearly knows what is occupying your mind, but she wants to make you admit it.

“No, I’m fine.” you reply, but as you do, your thoughts turn back to him, and you can’t help the pink blush that creeps across your cheeks. Sage just gives you a teasing smile, but then turns to some other friends that have shown up for the parade, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

And what thoughts there were, that occupied your mind at that second! Your Loki, your god of mischief, your dark-haired lord that you had been devoted to for years- was now here! And not only here, but here for you! The whole idea was a bit overwhelming, and even more so, the thought of what that might mean. What did he intend for you? Did he mean to bring you back to Asgard with him? What then? To be his queen, to rule with him? That thought was a bit much to handle- you had trouble getting yourself out of bed in the morning, let alone ruling a nation by his side. And if not that, then what? What did he want from you, now that he had come all this way to find you? And whatever it was, were you capable of giving it to him?

All of these questions, and more, crowded in your mind as the parade started. Moving through the grounds, waving at the assembled crowds- you hardly noticed any of it, as your mind was fixed on him. You knew that the parade route passed by the pub where you had left him with Teia and Thor, and as you made your way there, you spied him. He was standing just outside of the pub, a full mug in his hand, leaning casually against a support beam for the slatted roof. It seemed as though your eyes found each other immediately as you came into sight, and he stared at you as you passed, those green eyes glittering in the summer sunlight. Looking at him, you were neglecting watching the ground in front of you, and just as you passed in front of the pub, your foot caught on a rut in the uneven ground, and you tripped. You almost fell- in fact, you would have- but he was there. In a flash, faster than you could have seen, Loki was in front of you, gently catching your arm and preventing you from landing in the dirt and mud. His eyes were full of concern as he carefully helped you back to your feet. “Are you alright?” he asked, heedless of the people staring at this man who had moved faster than they could see.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” you say, noticing everyone looking at you. Some of the folk in the parade have had come to a stop because of your pause, and you need to get moving again. “Thank you.” you quickly say, as you steady yourself and prepare to walk once more. He steps away from you and releases your arm, but he is still watching you carefully. As you move away, you see Teia coming towards him, presumably to warn him against being so obvious with his inhuman speed and grace. You walk on with the others, but your mind, and your heart, are still there with Loki. The way he rescued you, in an instant- and the worry that had crossed his elegant features! You hurry to catch up with the rest of the parade, overwhelmed by all of this. The rest of the journey passes in a blur, with returning the banners and Sage talking to you fading into the background. All you want to do is return to Lokis side- and then, what? Your thoughts always stopped there. What would happen next?

Lost in these thoughts, you almost didn’t notice that Sage was leading the both of you back to the pub until you had arrived. Once you were there, you almost didn’t want to go in- torn between desire for the god who pursued you and the insecurities and fears the now plagued your mind. Sage saw you pause on the steps, and asked you ‘Whats wrong? Come on- he’s waiting for you.” As you looked up in that moment and saw his eyes again, all your fears melted away. He was looking right at you, with one hand extended- beckoning you to his side. As you ascended the steps and took his hand, you knew that whatever happened next, he would be with you- and that would be enough. This lovely, dark, complicated man would be with you, and you with him- and that would suffice for whatever your future held.

Feeling better, you allowed him to pull you to him and embrace you. Your head slowly tipped back to look at him, and he just smiled- a full, broad smile, more beautiful than any depiction of him you had ever seen. You couldn’t help yourself- you smiled back. You could have almost melted into a puddle with all of the happiness you felt, but you were interrupted by Sage talking. “Ok, we’re back- wheres Thor?” She barely got the question out of her mouth before it was answered, by Thor himself, staggering towards your grouping from one side of the pub. Straightening himself, it was clear that he wasn’t actually drunk, but had simply stumbled on the uneven floor of the tavern.

“Your ales are weak.” he declared, looking at Teia as he spoke. “We give children a stronger brew than this.” Teia looks at him with an exasperated sigh.

“Well, that’s what we’ve got. We aren’t gods, remember?” With this statement, Teia looks about at your small assembled party. “Who else wants to get out of here? Its noisy, and crowded, and hot with all these people.” You and Sage both nod to this, and Teia leads the way out of the pub with alacrity, making sure that Thor is in fact following them by grabbing ahold of the hand holding his mug and tugging him along. Once you are all out on the path and out of the bar, she drops his hand, and looks to Sage.

“What now?” pipes in Sage. “I assume we aren’t planning on standing here all day.”

“No, no we’re not.” Teia says. She is looking around, as it trying to find an answer to that question. As she is looking , her eyes hit upon a not-so-distant coffee shop, with a patio behind it where anyone can sit if they wish. Looking back at the assembled party, she nods. “Coffeeshop” she speaks towards Sage, before departing, trusting the rest of you to follow. Loki and Thor look a bit confused, but they follow along, with you and Sage closing up the rear. The coffeeshop is not far, but on the way, Teia is stopped by a friend. He works for the Faire as well, playing the village ratcatcher, and stops her with a hug and a merry greeting.

“Hey there! I haven’t seen you yet today- where have you been?” He says, while almost lifting her off the ground in his exuberance.

“Hi Eric.” She responds to him with a smile, hugging him back. Letting her go, he notices the rest of your party, including the two newcomers.

“Who is this?” he asks Teia over his shoulder as he goes to greet your new friends. Teia and Sage exchange a worried look, but Sage swallows hard and then speaks.

“These are some friends of ours from out of town- this is Thor, and Loki.” She gestures to each in turn, and then indicates Eric. “Thor, Loki- this is our friend Eric.” Eric greets each of them with a firm handshake, and an oddly inquisitive look on his face. Loki especially, he greets with a curious expression, like he is trying to figure something out. As he steps back, he speaks what is on his mind.

“You know, you two look like- “ Loki swiftly cuts him off here, before he can proceed.

“Yes, we’ve been told- the characters, which bear our names. Astonishing coincidence, isn’t it?” This seems to signal an end to this discussion, but then Eric notices you, standing just too close to Loki to simply be friends. This idea is reinforced by Loki draping his arm around your shoulders when he sees Eric looking at you. Eric looks suspicious at this, and raises one eyebrow in silent question. However, he chooses to keep his thoughts private, and instead excuses himself.

“I have to be at the front gate in oh, about five minutes- but I’ll see you ladies later.” He says, addressing Teia and Sage. “Will I see you at camp as well?” he asks lightly, now looking at Thor and Loki. Sage gives a barely perceptible nod at Loki, who responds before Thor can.

“Yes.” he says briefly. Eric nods at this, and walks away, his tattered ratcatcher garb blowing in the warm breeze. Loki then turns to look at Sage with a more serious look. “What did we just agree to?” he asks, with a darkness in his tone.

“Lets get to the patio, and I will explain everything.” Sage assures him, and leads all of you the rest of the short way to the wooden decking. The line of you push past the folks ordering coffee and tea, and Sage and Teia start searching for an empty table with enough chairs. This time of day, the patio is busy- but you are in luck. A large group is just leaving, and they are vacating just enough chairs for all of you. The table is tucked in a corner, too- as much privacy as you are likely to get, here in this public place. Sage and Teia lead the way to the table, and they take the farthest seats. Loki seats himself between Sage and you, with Thor between you and Teia. Once all are seated, expectant eyes alight on Sage, awaiting the explanation for the end of the conversation with Eric.

Noticing the flood of attention in her direction, Sage speaks. “Do you guys know what this place is yet? Has she explained?” She gestures here at you, and you start to nod. Thor then chimes in to this conversation.

“Yes, she has explained that this place attempts to recreate Earth history.” He seems to not even be trying to hide anymore, allowing his voice to ring out at its usual full volume. “But why are you here? And what did that man, Eric, mean by “camp?” Sage goes to answer him, but Teia speaks first.

“We are here because we love it here. Its fun, and this is where our family is at. Everyone we love is here. And camp means exactly that- we camp on the weekends that we are here, in a tent. This place is only open on the weekends, and we live far away. Seeing as how you two are stuck with us for the time being, I figured it would be a good idea to let him know that he would be seeing you again, especially because he camps right next to us.” Teia finishes this statement and leans back, clearly awaiting further questions. Thor then turns to Loki.

“What do you think of this, brother? Isn’t it about time for us to be returning home? You have found your woman- shall we not return to Asgard, and her with us?” At this, your heart begins to pound. Loki slowly turns to you, a question writ on his face. Would you leave with him? Leave everything you have ever known- your family, your friends, your beloved dog- and go with him? Go, to another planet? To face an unknown future- but he would be there… All of these thoughts swirl in your mind once more, before he speaks and silences every one.

“Ru (your heart beats even faster here at this, the first time he has said your name) will you come with me? To Asgard? Will you be mine?” He has extended his hand again, the way he did in the pub, and the look on his face, and in his eyes- he is pleading with you! His blue-green eyes speak to how much he wishes for you not to refuse, but a fear lurks there too- fear that you will. It seems like this is another one of those moments where all the rest of the world fades to nothing- mere background noise, as unremarkable as the wind in the trees or the sound of water at the seashore. You can almost feel time slow down as he looks at you- like slow motion in a movie, you watch his breath come slow, and an errant breeze blow some of his ebon hair across his face. He looks sculpted from marble, so pale and beautiful, with an expression so eloquent of expectation. You vaguely hear the coffee grinders behind you, and the shouting of the joust field, and you can almost hear your own pulse, thudding in your ears. In your panic, your eyes had darted to the side, but you feel them slowly, ever so slowly, turning back to him. Almost as though you cannot stop yourself, your own hand lifts to his and gently lays atop it, and you exhale.

Time speeds back up as you breathe “Yes.” The word is barely audible, as your throat feels constricted, but you nod to make sure he knows your answer. “I will.” This answer too, comes out as almost a squeak, but it is enough. You see his eyes flame as happiness surges through him. Still holding your hand, he rises elegantly and pulls you with him. It is as though you cannot resist his will- you rise as well. Only a heartbeat passes, before he crushes you to him with his powerful arms and kisses you once more. This kiss is long and passionate, and it takes your breath away long before he is finished. His arms around you are the only thing holding you up, and as he releases you, nearby people start clapping, as they assume he has just proposed. Glancing around at the crowd, Loki gives a smiling half-bow, and lifts your linked hands aloft. As he brings them back down, you see something glinting in the sun on your ring finger. Lifting it to your face, you see a gold ring, set with a stunning emerald. Gasping, you examine it closely, and notice that the setting is a slim gold snake, holding the gem in his coils, with tiny diamond eyes shimmering in the sun. You look up at Loki, mouth open in shock. He simply gives you a playful smile, and looks back at the assembled group.

“Shall we?” He addresses Thor, who stands as well, moving less gracefully than Loki in the small space. Thor moves to stand next to Loki, and then he looks at him curiously.

“Loki- how do we get home? You got us here with magic- don’t we need the same to return to Asgard?” Loki gives this question a thoughtful look, and then nods.

“Indeed we do, brother- grab on.” With this, Loki holds his other hand out to Thor, and once Thor takes it, the world around you starts spinning. You dimly hear Loki say “To Asgard!” as everything swirls like the fastest amusement park ride you have ever been on, and then darkness descends, as your eyes are forced closed. It feels as though you are hurtling through the air, as you feel it whipping past your body, buffeting you and tugging at your clothes. You tighten your grip on Loki, fearful of what might happen if you let go, and then everything stops.

Your feet stumble as they meet solid ground, and your eyes pop open to see the bedroom you so often dreamed about. Thor immediately lets go of Lokis hand, and steps out of the circle on the floor where the three of you have appeared. He gives Loki a sharp nod, and the two share a smile at this latest adventure. Thor then departs, presumably in search of some proper ale, and Loki turns to you, a handsome smile covering his face.

“Welcome Ru, to Asgard.”

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rustarteddrawingapparently · 3 years

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I’m Here

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Loki (4/6)

No, I Don’t Remember - Anna Ternheim

'Cus I don't remember

Love needles in the hay

The life I knew by heart, and lived everyday

The secret codes and signs, you and I, and eye to eye

Wake me up, hurt me, you have to

I forgot how to cry

Remind me of how, I used to feel

Remind me of who, I used to be back when

Nothing could come between us then

That thought would never leave us

So remind me of how, I used to feel

Remind me of who, I used to be back when

Nothing could come between us then

That thought would never leave us when

Nothing could come between us then

That thought would never leave us

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rustarteddrawingapparently · 3 years

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Trust My Rage

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Loki (3/6)

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush / Placebo cover

You don't want to hurt me

But see how deep the bullet lies

Unaware I'm tearing you asunder

Ooh, there is thunder in our hearts

Is there so much hate for the ones we love?

Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

And if I only could

I'd make a deal with God

And I'd get him to swap our places

Be running up that road

Be running up that hill

Be running up that building

If I only could

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rustarteddrawingapparently · 3 years

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Sentiment

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Loki 2/6

Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

Holy water cannot help you now

Thousand armies couldn't keep me out

I don't want your money

I don't want your crown

See, I have to burn your kingdom down

(...)

They can keep me out

Till I tear the walls

Till I save your heart

And to take your soul

And what has been done

Cannot be undone

In the evil heart

In the evil soul

Seven devils all around you

Seven devils in your house

They were there when I woke up this morning

I'll be dead before the day is done

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rustarteddrawingapparently · 3 years

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Worthy Son

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Loki (1\6)

Flawed Design - Stabilo

When I was a young boy

I was honest and I had more self control

If I was tempted I would

Run

Then when I got older I began to lie to get exactly what I wanted when I wanted it

And I wanted it

Now I’m having trouble differentiating between what I want and what I need to make me

Happy

So instead of thinking I just act before I have a chance to contemplate the consequence of

Action

And I will turn off

And I will shut down

Burying the voices of my conscience hitting ground

And I will turn off

And I will shut down

The chemicals are restless in my head

‘Cause I lie

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Ru’s Dream Come True, Ch.12

12th section of an original fanfic wherein Loki follows a dream of a beautiful woman and ends up at a Renaissance Festival!

Ch.12

Loki shifts slightly, and an empty paper coffee cup, the kind the cafe uses, falls to the ground from where it had caught on his hair and shoulder. Before Loki can speak, his brother chimes in with a broad smile “Are you going to take her here and now, brother, in full view of the people? Or are you at least going to give the girl some modesty?” Thor is grinning widely, having never seen his buttoned-up brother let himself go this way before. Normally, it has been Thor getting reprimands for impropriety, not Loki.

Loki glares at his brother, but he does realize some of the truth of his words. He had been paying no heed to your surroundings, or the fact that people might be watching. He turns back to you, and gently pulls you back to an upright sitting position. Unnoticed to both of you at the time, you had slid until you were almost laying on the bench, with him atop you. At that moment, you notice out of the corner of your eye that a person passing on the path has paused, near to you both. You can tell you are being watched, and so you turn and look. Its Carl, your friend from the puppet shop, and he is staring at you with mingled surprise and disbelief on his face. He steps off of the path, closer to the two of you. Lokis hands are still on you, and Carl could have easily seen what you were just doing.

“What the fuck is this?!” Carl sounds surprised, indignant, and then maybe a little outraged. You can understand why-as far as he, or anyone else knew, you were asexual. Carl, in particular, had been devastated upon learning this.

“Um, well, Carl, this is, erm..” Your voice dies trying to explain. After all, who would believe that a god of Asgard had come to Earth for you?

Luckily for you, Loki is only too happy to proffer his name, as well as a scathing glance in Carls direction.

“I am Loki of Asgard.” he half-snarls, “and I will thank you to watch your tone around my paramour.”

You blush at his use of such an old-fashioned term to describe your brand-new relationship, and have to hold back a laugh at the look of dawning shocked comprehension that is coming across Carls face.

“No way!” Carl looks impressed now, and comes even closer, bending to examine and touch Lokis garments. “That is an amazing cosplay! And your acting-how'd you get the voice so…. “ Carl's voice trails away as Loki slowly and carefully slides you off of him and rises to his feet. The lanky god stands a good foot taller than Carl, and towers over the shorter, stockier figure.

“Touch the girl or myself again, and you will be lucky to keep your hands, or your life!” Loki's voice has a harsh intensity to it, and his eyes burn with rage. You notice his hands slipping under his coat, and you hurry to stand before Loki manages to kill Carl with the weapons you know must be hidden there.

“Wait, stop Loki!” You say, putting yourself between the two men, who are squaring off as though to fight. You know they both have tempers, and watching Loki dispatch one of your friends was not the way you wanted to spend your initial meeting.

Carl looks confused, and then, slowly you see understanding cross his bearded features.

“Wait….Loki?” His voice has changed now- hesitant, he is looking to confirm what his heart already knows- he stands in the presence of divinity.

You turn to Carl, hands still on Loki, in a gesture meant to pacify- and keep him where he is. “Yes, Loki.” you manage to say, swallowing the lump in your throat that forms at this truth. “He….came to find me…” At this, you cannot help but smile, and unbidden, you turn your face to Lokis own, who was watching Carl with a magnificent scowl, but softens instantly for you.

It is at this moment that your friends choose to make their presence known. Standing from the small, rickety table they had been sitting at, they, along with Thor, emerge from behind the two of you. At the sight of Thor as well as Loki, Carl actually stumbles backwards on the uneven ground a few steps, until he trips and falls, landing square on his behind. Shock and awe would be an understatement for his facial expression, and his mouth opens as though he wants to speak, but no words come out.

“Look brother- you’ve struck the boy dumb, just like the girl. Must be a gift of yours.” Thor teases Loki, grinning at his own joke. Teia gives him a laugh, while Sage raises an eyebrow at this crude humor. Sage then crosses the short distance to where Carl sits, and offers a hand to help him up off the dirt. “You ok, buddy?” she asks, a smile in her eyes.

“Uh, uh, yeah, sure.” Carl stutters, accepting her hand and standing, brushing the dust off of his rear as he does and adjusting his kilt so that he is not flashing half the Faire. “I’ve gotta go…” he starts, and turns to leave. Before he can run off, Sage grabs his shoulder. “Hey- keep this to yourself.” she instructs him. Carl turns his head to look back at her, surprise in his eyes. He had been meaning to tell others, and Sage knew it, and for right now, she was trying to keep this news quiet. News of gods from other worlds appearing and claiming mortals for their own would spread faster than wildfire here, and she knew that the pair of deities would be mobbed if people knew who they were. Rabid fans of their films were everywhere, and they didn’t need to cause a riot.

“Swear to me.” she tells him, and won’t let him go until a muttered “Ok, sure!” is spoken. Sage gives him a darkly significant look, before loosing his shoulder. Before he runs off, Sage looks directly at him, and mimes the gesture for shush- hand to mouth, with one finger upraised, and then points hard in his direction. Carl, now spooked and surprised more than he has possibly ever been before in his life, moves away rather quickly, still in shock.

Sage turns back to the assembled four, all currently watching her, some with surprised looks on their faces. “What?” she queries, as she crosses the dirt path back to them. “The last thing we need right now is to draw attention to ourselves.” Sage reaches where they all stand, and for a brief moment, there is an awkward silence, as all of the assembled look at each other. This moment is broken by an audible gurgle from your stomach. Everyones eyes immediately go to you, where you have now hidden your face in Lokis shoulder in embarrassment, who you are currently standing next to. “Somebodys still hungry.” announces Sage, with a smile. Finding food would be a good opportunity to possibly find a secluded location to sit and talk, and that was something that needed to happen.

Loki looks down at you with concern in his gorgeous green eyes. “Where can we find you sustenance? You must eat.” He starts scanning the surroundings, looking for anything that would obviously look like a purveyor of nourishment. Teia steps in at this moment. “Thats a restaurant.” she says, pointing at the open-sided pavilion directly across the path from them, hidden slightly by a flower bed and fountain in the middle of the pathway. Loki nods at this information, and Thor comments “Lead on, then!” while giving Teia a brilliant smile. Teia and Sage take the lead, guiding their motley crew the short distance across the divided pathway to the small dining area.

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