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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖍 - 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗
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summary: Loki, Thor, the Warriors Three & Sif clear Sigrid's allegations against you.
author's note: this oneshot is a long one, so get comfy if you can. i didn't intend for this to be long, but i got a little carried away 😅 life got busy on my radar so i had a hard time writing this oneshot. 🥲 there's some parts that i'm not too confident and happy about, but regardless of that, i hope everyone enjoys this oneshot 🤍
pairing: loki odinson x fem!warrior! reader
warnings: violence, angst with a happy ending, mentions of torture, mentions of executions, blood, a shitload of drama, crying, thor being a good big brother to loki, reader is in a coma, soft & overprotective loki, terrible depictions of a trial, let me know if i missed anything!
tags: @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @navs-bhat @itsjullii @jenniferpendragon @qalijahbydior @emqaep @herdetectivetheorist @moonlight10001 @chelsaiswerid
loki masterlist ★ prince & the warrior masterlist ★ part 1
It's been days and close to weeks since you were framed by Sigrid. You had no idea how long you've been imprisoned for. Your body ached, blood from all of the torture you went through seeped through your clothing. You have been tortured for hours, the guards used this method in order for you to admit to your "wrongdoings". Even if the guards weren't torturing you, Sigrid would be the one torturing you until you broke.
However, you weren't going to let them break you, despite how bad your injuries were, you stood your ground...
"F-For the last t-time..." you began, a cough threatening to escape from your lips as you coldly stared at the two guards standing in front of you. "I-I am not...unfaithful to...the prince. I w-would never be."
"She hasn't cracked a single word about her crimes once since she was brought in here," the first guard recalled. "What should we do?"
The second guard shrugged his shoulders. "The Allfather ordered for her execution if she refuses to speak, considering that there's no evidence to prove of her innocence."
"I...I never did it. I love...the prince more than my own life..." you croaked weakly.
The guards took their leave, leaving you alone inside of your cell again. Once the guards were finally out of sight, Sigrid used her seidr to enter your cell.
"It's been days now and Loki still hasn't found evidence to prove your innocence," Sigrid reminds you as she circles around your body. "Once you are dead, I will have Loki all to myself since there's no proven evidence of your innocence."
You stared back at Sigrid, your eyes void of any light. "Y-You...can transform into me all y-you want to keep a-accusing me however many times you wish. B-But...you'll never break me. S-Someday, the truth will unveil my innocence."
"Not if you're dead," she responded, an evil smirk painting her face as she conjured a wooden staff with magic.
"C-Continue t-to...do your worst..." you croaked, not flinching one bit as soon as Sigrid raises the staff above her head.
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At the dead of night once again, Loki, Thor, Sif, Heimdall and the Warriors Three met up inside of the empty tavern. News of your potential execution spread like wildfire and it didn't take long for the group to find out about it. Piggybacking off of that, Loki's courtship with you was on standby due to the alleged crimes against you, this stressed Loki beyond relief, he was desperate to try and prove your innocence.
Despite all of the plans they've had previously, they were still back at square one with the only piece of evidence in the beginning: Sigrid's knife that she attempted to attack you with.
"We're running out of time," Heimdall announced with a forlorn look on his face. "The Allfather is planning to execute Lady Y/N if there's no evidence of her innocence. Sigrid still has some kind of spell that's not allowing me to see or find her, including Lady Y/N."
"There's only one piece of evidence and that's Sigrid's knife and my eye-witness testimony of her attacking Lady Y/N with it," Sif replied. "Even the women we asked about Sigrid are staying silent."
"If those women are silent, they must know something and they're hiding it because they have some kind of connection to Sigrid," Fandral suggested. "I could possibly charm them to speak and we can use them as eye-witnesses."
"Good idea," Volstagg agreed. "Fandral shall gather those women and coax them to speak again."
"I think I know a few women who can speak without being coaxed," Loki recalls, his eyes lighting up.
"And who are these women?" Hogun asked him.
"Y/N's four maids and her other tutor," Loki answered him. "We need to find her tutor, Runa. Along with her four maids, Estelle, Luta, Katla and Æsa. Surely, these women won't hide anything as they are loyal to Y/N."
"I'll speak with her tutor and her maids," Thor offered. "Heimdall still can't detect where Sigrid and Y/N is located. Considering that she can use magic, there needs to be a way to stop her so Heimdall could find Sigrid and Y/N's location."
"If any of us finds her," Loki says, pulling out seven bracelets from his pocket. "Mother gave me these magic-suppressing cuffs earlier today, so if any of us finds her, quickly cuff one of her wrists with these, she won't be able to use any sort of magic and her spells will be disabled."
Loki kept one of the bracelets to himself while the rest were given one of each of the remaining bracelets.
"Now," Thor spoke up. "I will find Lady Y/N's tutor and maids, Sif and Fandral find the women that are remaining silent and coax them to talk, Hogun, Volstagg and Heimdall shall continue searching around the city for Sigrid, and Loki shall search in the palace. Anything else we need to discuss?"
Shaking their heads, Thor nodded as a response. "All right, now let's get back to work. If anyone finds Sigrid, cuff her immediately with the magic-suppressing cuff and bring her to the tavern. Heimdall shall return to the tavern once she can't use her magic."
"Understood," Heimdall voiced. "Once her magic is cut off, I am able to get the location of Lady Y/N."
Exiting the tavern as quietly as possible without making a ruckus, Thor, Loki, Sif and Fandral sauntered their way back into the palace while Heimdall, Hogun and Volstagg split up to search within the city. Once Thor, Loki, Sif and Fandral reached the palace, Sif and Fandral sauntered off together to search for Sigrid's accomplices, Thor went off to search for your four maids and tutor and Loki began to search around the palace for Sigrid.
As Loki searched the hallways and corridors of the palace, Loki turned into one corridor and sensed that something was off immediately. Reaching into his pocket for the bracelet, he swiftly made his move, grabbing the person who was behind him by the forearm and cuffed their wrist with the bracelet.
"Found you," Loki declared as he harshly pushed Sigrid against the walls of the corridor.
"Are you alright, Prince Loki?" Sigrid asked as she looks up at Loki shyly, a sly smirk gracing her lips, which Loki took notice to.
Loki scoffed. "Am I alright? No, not after you accused my betrothed of crimes that she's never done! Where are you hiding her?!"
Sigrid's pursed her lips as she glared at the prince. "I knew you much longer than her, I even admired you! Why would you want to court a commoner whose father was a criminal?! Her father was a criminal, he manipulated his way up in the military ranks!"
Loki slammed her against the walls again, this time, much harder than the first time, causing Sigrid to flinch. "Do not speak about my betrothed and her father in that tone in front of me! Now I demand you to tell me where you're hiding my betrothed!"
"I always loved you ever since we were children," she continued, her eyes beginning to shed tears. "She took you away from me! She's going to pay for what she's done to me! If I can't have you, then no one can!"
Having enough of her words and feeling anger beginning to take over him, Loki used his seidr to conjure chains, He wrapped the chains around both of Sigrid's wrists, using the chains to drag Sigrid out of the palace to the empty tavern. To his luck, Heimdall was already waiting for him at the tavern.
"Leave this cruel woman to me," Heimdall began, grabbing the chains from Loki to drag Sigrid inside.
"Where's Y/N? Do you have a location on her now?" Loki asked Heimdall.
Heimdall nodded. "Yes. However, you must hurry. Lady Y/N is in the dungeons, you must take her to the healing room immediately."
Panic surged inside of Loki as he rushed out of the tavern to the dungeons. In the dungeons, Loki searched for you. It didn't take him long to find you in your cell, lying down almost lifelessly on the floor inside of the cell. Loki's eyes widened, fearing for the worst as he noticed that you were laying down in a small pool of your own blood.
"Little dove!" Loki called out to you as he used his seidr to let himself inside of your cell.
You weren't sure if you heard things correctly, your body was close to shutting down after all of the torture methods the guards and Sigrid used on you. Loki's voice sounded like it was miles away to you as he called your name, until Loki knelt down next to you, carefully pulling you into his arms carefully, trying not to hurt you.
"My love, it's me," Loki repeats, tears welling up in his eyes as he cups your cheek with one hand, his thumb softly brushing your cheek.
Feeling his thumb brushing your cheek, you slowly opened your eyes to gaze up at him. Your vision was slightly blurry, but you could still see him despite the blur, recognize his touch and hear him clearly now since he was holding you.
"I-Is this... a dre—" you wanted to speak, until your throat started to burn, causing you to cough rather violently, blood threatening to burst out from your mouth.
You covered your mouth, the burning sensation inside of your throat threatening to make you cough out more blood if you dared to speak. You attempted to push him away to prevent any blood from getting on him, however, Loki couldn't care less and didn't waste time as he scooped you up in his arms and used his seidr again to get out of your cell. Weakly lifting your head up to look at him as he carried you to the healing room, he felt your eyes on him as he gazed down to look at your lifeless E/C eyes.
"I got you, my little dove," Loki whispered his assuring words to you as he pressed his lips gently onto your forehead. "Everything's going to be alright."
Your body then suddenly went limp and you also lost consciousness, causing Loki to have a surge of panic. He sprinted out of the dungeons to the healing room with you in his arms. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Loki kicked the doors to the healing room open, not even bothering to knock or using his hands to open them (his hands are already full). The healers that were inside of the healing room flinched at Loki's administrations to the doors, which was now wide open as Loki entered the room with you unconscious in his arms.
"My prince, your betrothed—" a healer began to speak.
"Tend to her wounds now!" Loki demanded, cutting the healer's remaining words off.
The healers nodded at him as they motioned him to bring you to a bed. He laid you down on the bed as the healers gathered to care for your injuries.
"Your Highness, you should leave," another healer spoke up. "It's not proper—"
"I am staying by her side!" Loki insisted, his anger now suddenly taking a hold of him. "I refuse to leave her by herself, regardless of what the rules of courtship! If any of you speak about this, I will have you punished severely!"
Loki's words instantly made the healers shut their mouths, now shifting their focus to care for you. Loki then let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he leaned against the wall. His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling as if his head was going to explode from all of the events that happened and the agonizing days where he couldn't find you.
Loki was angry, upset, sad, even helpless. All he could feel were his strong emotions and he was trying to keep it all together, for you...
'How are you able to keep your emotions all together during turbulent times?' Loki thought to himself as he watched the healers tend to your injuries. Although he saw through you on several occasions, it still shocked Loki that you had the ability to put a front despite the difficult things you just went through...
After several hours of standing inside of the healing room, deep in thought and praying to the Norns. The healers approached him with relieved looks on their faces.
"How is she?" Loki asked the group of female healers.
"She's stable now," one female healer answered him. "She's no longer knocking on death's door, but she will be in a deep sleep for a few days."
"Will she wake soon?"
Another female healer nodded at him. "Yes. It will take a couple of days for her to awaken from her sleep since her body is still weak. Give her a few days for her body to regain back its strength and she will be awake by then."
Loki let out a relieved sigh, feeling a few tears escape from his eyes as he announced: "Alright. Everyone may be excused, I wish to be with my betrothed."
The healers curtsied as they scurried out of the healing room, closing the doors behind them. Loki proceeded to grab a chair and placed it next to your bed, he took a seat on the chair as he reached for your hand. He held your hand firmly, bringing your hand up to gently kiss the back of your hand.
"I'm so sorry, my little dove," Loki choked out, tears beginning to cloud his vision. "You didn't deserve to go through any of this..."
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Every passing day while you were still in a deep sleep, Loki took any open opportunity he had during his day to visit you. He sat by your bedside, reading one of the favorite novels you two would read together.
Finishing the chapter, Loki placed a bookmark at the next chapter and closed the book gently in his hands as he placed his gaze on your sleeping form. Loki placed the book on the nightstand by your bed as he reached over to grab a hold of your hand and ran his other hand through your strands of hair.
"Please wake soon, my little dove," Loki whispered. "I have to return to my duties now, however, I'll come and visit you again."
With that, Loki leaned down to press a gentle and loving kiss on your cheek before he let go of your hand. He got up from the chair, opened the wooden doors of the healing room and closed it behind him once he was out of the healing room. Sighing, Loki sauntered back into his study room to continue on with his duties for the day.
Hours had passed as Loki continued on with his work, he heard a soft knock resonating on his door.
"Come in," Loki called out, continuing to look over documents.
His study room doors opened and a male messenger was present at the entrance to his study. Loki put his documents down and gave his attention to the messenger. "The Allfather wishes for you to be present at the trial of Sigrid Anlafdottir," the messenger explains to the prince. "All of the eye-witnesses and jury have been gathered, so the trial will begin tonight."
Loki nods. "Alright, I'll be there. You are excused."
Before the messenger could take his leave, a guard came up to him and whispered something in his ear. The messenger's face lit up once he heard the guard's words and he bowed to Loki once again.
"Oh, another word, my prince," the messenger continued, a smile curling up his lips. "Your betrothed has awakened from her deep slumber, if you have extra time before the trial, she wishes to see you."
Loki widened his eyes in shock, you have been asleep for weeks. He felt tears well up in his eyes before he nodded at the messenger. "A-Alright, please pass the word that I'm on my way to see her."
The messenger nodded before bowing and closing the door to Loki's study. Taking a look out of the window in his study, the sun was beginning to set. Loki's eyebrows raised up slightly, realization hitting him.
'Norns, I've been working longer than I thought,' Loki thought to himself as he continued staring out the window. 'Before I head to the trial, perhaps I should visit my little dove for a few minutes now that she's awake...'
Standing up from his chair, Loki stepped out of his study as he quickly sauntered back over to the healing room. Placing his hand on the handle of the door, he quietly opens the door and he was met with you sitting up on the bed with a healer checking on your wounds. You turned your head toward the door when you heard it open, you gave Loki a soft smile as he rushed over to your bedside and engulfed you in his arms. The healer luckily finished tending to your wounds before Loki came in and excused herself quietly.
"Oh, my little dove," Loki sobbed as he tightened his hold on you. "I was so worried..."
You leaned into his touch, your head resting on his shoulder as you carefully wrapped your arms around him. "I'm okay, my love," you assured him before pulling away from him to wipe his tears with your thumbs and giving him a weak smile. "You know that I'm a lot stronger than you think, right?"
Loki couldn't help but chuckle softly before holding your hands in his. "I know that, darling. But I was worried that I was going to lose you, forever. How are you feeling? Are you feeling any pain at all?"
Softly smiling at him, you cupped his cheek with one hand. "I'm okay, this wasn't the worst thing I've been through, my prince," you assured him once again. "I'm utterly exhausted though...my body aches and hurts so much."
The healers recently gave you some medication to relieve the pain a little while ago, so the medication didn't kick in for you yet. Loki then gently pushed you back down on the bed and adjusted the blanket for you before grabbing a hold of one of your hands again.
"You should continue to rest, my darling," Loki spoke, changing the subject as carefully brought your hand to his lips, gently kissing the back of your hand tenderly. "You need to continue resting so you can recover faster. I have to get going now, father is holding a trial for that vile woman for her crimes. I swear that I'll bring justice for you, my love."
"Alright," you replied, squeezing his hand firmly and you gave him a weak, yet confident stare. "Teach that wrench a lesson for me while you're at it."
Loki chuckled at your remarks before he leaned down to press his lips against your forehead. "With pleasure, my darling. But now, your main focus is to rest. My brother, the Warriors Three, Sif and I will prove your innocence to everyone and put that vile woman in her place."
You nodded at the prince, he pressed one last kiss on the back of your hand before he left the room. Quietly shutting the door of the healing room, Loki straightened out his tunic before heading over to the throne room where the the trial would be held. As Loki reached the grand doors of the throne room, the doors opened and he enters the throne room that's filled with the eye-witnesses for both sides and the council for the trial, his brother was present for the trial, including Heimdall, Sif, and the Warriors Three. The Allfather stood at the throne while the Allmother stood next to Thor, so Loki sauntered over to his mother and his brother.
Clearing his throat to silence the overlapping voices inside of the throne room, the Allfather commands: "Bring the prisoner in!"
The grand doors of the throne room swung open once again with Sigrid's wrists cuffed in magic-suppressing cuffs and chains. Two guards were walking besides her while there were several guards right behind her. She turned to Loki and Loki coldly glared at her, his blue eyes piercing through her. Sigrid smirked at him before Odin cleared his throat again.
"Sigrid Anlafdottir, you stand accused of impersonating a future member of the royal family, attempted murder, improper use of seidr, stalking, kidnapping, and spreading lies about a future member of the royal family, and attempting to end a courtship process, how do you plead to your crimes?" Odin inquired her, his voice echoing throughout the throne room.
Sigrid scoffed at the Allfather as she set her gaze upon Loki once again. "Not guilty."
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Odin roared, slamming his staff on the ground. "You truly wish to continue dragging this matter on?! I do not have the time to have you drag this matter!"
"I want that wrench in here in the trial," Sigrid spoke to Odin.
Odin rolled his remaining eye in frustration. "She will not be present for this trial, you've been told many times that she won't be present due to her wounds. Her maidservants and her tutor will do the speaking for her side. Now, let's continue on with the trial."
Hours of several eye-witnesses from your side and Sigrid's side speaking from their point of view. Your loyal maidservants and tutor defended your name, declaring your innocence and shutting down any false allegations against you from Sigrid's witnesses.
"Lady Sigrid has always been cruel to Princess Y/N!" your tutor, Runa declares. "The day Sigrid and I were assigned to tutor her, she would always use the most ruthless words to correct her wrongdoings or criticize her for the smallest mistakes."
"I also witnessed Lady Sigrid out and about in the palace when she's supposed to be tutoring the princess," your head maidservant, Estelle adds. "Every time I pay the princess a visit in her study, Lady Runa is the only one present inside Princess Y/N's study."
"And she's never spoken ill of the prince, ever," Katla continued, crossing her arms. "Princess Y/N has always spoken of Prince Loki positively, she never dared to speak ill of her betrothed and never had a lingering thought of being unfaithful to him."
Odin silently nodded at the three of your maidservants separate testimonies to defend you, then he cleared his throat again before speaking. "Sigrid Anlafdottir, this is the opportunity to now defend yourself from these allegations."
Sigrid chuckled. "Thank you, Allfather. For this opportunity for me to defend myself."
"Do you deny any of the allegations that are against you, Lady Sigrid?" an elderly councilman inquired.
She smirked. "Why should I deny them? I'm actually proud of the things I've done for the prince I loved and admired since I was a child. Sooner or later, he'll come to me and love me."
"Then you should've pleaded guilty instead of not guilty," Frigga spoke, her brows knitting together after hearing Sigrid's response. "You didn't need to drag this trial out for this long."
Sigrid scoffed at the Allmother's words before turning her attention to Loki. "No matter how long I have to wait, you will be mine, my dear prince. Like I mentioned, if I can't have you, then no one can. Not even your precious little dove."
Loki rolled his eyes at her before sneering. "You'll never lay your hands on me or my little dove, you vile woman. You disgust me and you have no right to use the name I give to my betrothed."
"Remove the prisoner," Odin orders, cutting the interaction between Loki and Sigrid short. "The council and I will now discuss the prisoner's punishment."
The guards get Sigrid to her feet and drag her out of the throne room, she continued to stare at Loki, only for Loki to give her the cold shoulder. The council stood up from their seats and gathered themselves to the throne to discuss amongst themselves of Sigrid's punishment.
Loki let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding almost the entire time during the trial. His mother and brother turned their attention to him and Frigga put her arms around him to calm him.
"What's wrong, my son?" she asked him, her voice below a whisper.
"N-Nothing mother," Loki answered her. "I don't want anything to happen to my beloved again, especially after this event..."
"We'll make sure of it," Thor assured him. "Father requested you and I to hire bodyguards for Lady Y/N to make sure nothing like this happens ever again. There will be proper protection for Lady Y/N, even though I'm well aware that she can fend for herself."
After some time, the council gathered back in their seats after the Allfather and the council came to an agreement on Sigrid's punishment. Once the council seated themselves, Odin then addresses the room: "Bring in the prisoner."
The sound of the chains resonated inside of the throne room once again as the guards brought Sigrid back. The guards bring Sigrid in front of Odin, but she doesn't kneel in front of him.
"Sigrid Anlafdottir, after the discussion between myself and the high council, we found you guilty of all of of the accusations," Odin announced. "The high council came to the decision that you spend the remainder of your days inside of the dungeons. You will be separated from the rest of the prisoners and you will be placed in a heavily guarded part of the dungeons, where you shall no longer cause harm to a single soul for as long as you shall live. No matter how long or short."
Once the Allfather finished announcing Sigrid's punishment, the doors to the throne room slowly swings open as the mixture of guards from the palace and the dungeons swarm in. The guards from the dungeons place extra bindings on Sigrid and removed her from the throne room. The women that were also involved with Sigrid were also being taken away from the throne room as well. As she walks past Loki, she gave Loki a smirk and Loki rolled his eyes at her.
As soon as the guards exit with the prisoner, everyone within the throne room returns their attention to the Allfather.
"This matter can now come to a close," Odin declared. "Lady Y/N is innocent of all of Sigrid's accusations against her. The courtship between Lady Y/N and my son may continue."
Everyone nods silently to the Allfather, the Odin excuses everyone from the throne room. As Loki sauntered out of the throne room, he let out a deep, relieved sigh as he leaned his back against the wall. Thor stood in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you alright, brother?" he asked.
Loki nodded, wiping the stray tears escaping from his eyes. "Better now since Y/N's name is now clear from that vile woman's accusations."
"Are you going to tell her about the results of the trial?"
"Not right now. It's late and I want her to recover from her wounds and everything that's happened. Tomorrow, will you help me search for new bodyguards for her?"
"Of course."
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Another couple of days passed since the trial, Loki and Thor were searching for bodyguards while you continued recovering in the healing room. News of the results of the trial spread quickly and it didn't take long for you to figure out that you were declared innocent by the Allfather and the high members of the court (although you were already innocent from the beginning). Now that you were declared innocent, your maidservants were finally back to serving you.
"We're so glad you're alright, princess," Æsa, your youngest maidservant sobbed as she wipes her tears with the sleeves of her dress.
You softly chuckled as you assured her. "I'm doing better now. I should thank the four of you for helping me clearing my name during the trial."
"Our princess didn't do anything wrong," Katla replied as she adjusted your pillows while Estelle assisted you to sit up on the bed. "I can't believe how cruel Sigrid is, doing anything in her power to accuse you of crimes you never committed just to try and have a chance with the prince?"
"It's madness," Estelle finished Katla's sentence. "Pure madness, I couldn't believe that she would go that far and low just to try and have a chance with Prince Loki when he's already courting our princess."
"As long as the truth came out, then that's all that matters," you told your maidservants. "Also, as long as I'm still alive is all that matters as well."
Before any of your maidservants could reply to you, a soft knock resonated at the door. Luta sauntered over to the door and opened it, greeting whoever was at the door.
"My princess, Prince Loki and Prince Thor has arrived," Luta announced, moving aside to allow Loki, Thor, one female warrior and one male warrior enter the healing room.
Your remaing maidservants moved aside from your bed to give you and Loki some space. Loki, Thor, the female and male warrior saunter over to your bedside, Loki took a seat on the edge of you bed while Thor and the two warriors stood by your bedside.
"How are you feeling, my little dove?" Loki asked you.
"I'm feeling a lot better, my prince," you answered. "I'm still exhausted here and there, but overall, I'm doing and feeling better."
Loki's lips curled up into a soft smile, taking one of your hands in his and kissing the back of your hand. Then, your attention landed on Thor and the two warriors standing by your bed.
"Hello Thor," you greeted him and he nodded. "These two warriors are...?"
"Father requested Loki and I to find bodyguards for you," Thor explains, then he turns to the warriors as a cue to allow them to introduce themselves.
"I'm Haldor," the male warrior introduced himself first.
"And I'm Hilda" the female warrior replied. "Haldor and I are twin siblings, and we're assigned to be your bodyguards."
You nodded. "Pleased to meet the both of you."
After you greeted them, you turned to Loki. "Why do I need bodyguards? I'm capable of defending myself."
"I understand, my love," Loki spoke up. "But the last thing I want is for the same incident to happen again. I was afraid that I was going to lose you forever, even if the truth came out. I'm aware of your skills as a warrior, but I still want you to be safe with Hilda and Haldor. I can trust the twins with your safety. I cannot allow anything similar to this incident to occur to you again."
You sighed as you wiggled your hands out of his to engulf him in a hug, no longer having the energy to argue with him. "Thank you for getting the truth out to your father and the high council. I thought I wasn't going to see you ever again after this..."
Loki wrapped his arms around you, returning your hug as he nuzzled his face into your hair. "There's no need to thank me, my sweet little dove. I love you and I promise you that this won't happen ever again. No one shall lay a finger or a hand on you, or falsely accuse you of any atrocities as long as I'm here to protect you."
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Notes: Invited to spend Halloween night (Samhain) with Bard, he didn't expect it would end with a declaration.
Warnings: Bard x fem!reader; reader gets along well with children; mention of burning; SFW.
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It was Samhain day, if it weren't for Bard's invitation you would be in your house eating all the good things your salary allowed you to buy, which wasn't much. But luckily for you, you were now together with the children trying to cut the pumpkins to make lanterns, the task being more difficult than you imagined and making everyone laugh. You were too focused on trying to draw a smile on the pumpkin to notice Bard looking at you with a discreet smile on his face. The children adored you, and the feeling was reciprocal because even if they weren't your children you would die for them. You knew that life in Lake City wasn't easy, every day you woke up early to work and got home late at night, but even so you were kind to the children, never taking away their hopes of having a better life one day. And with each passing day, Bard's admiration for you grew.
- Okay, everyone finished? On three, everyone shows how it turned out... 1..2..3!
At the same time, the children who were sitting in a circle around you turned the pumpkins with you and the room was filled with laughter once again when they saw the result of the lanterns. Some had missing teeth, one eye bigger than the other and crooked smiles, it was a disaster and that's why they were perfect. When they managed to recover from the laughing fit, you turned to Bard, your cheeks still red from laughing so much.
- Can you get us some candles, Bard? We have to put up these lanterns to ward off the spirits before nightfall - you joked placing your pumpkin in front of your face, a crooked smile and cross-eyed eyes staring back at him.
- I think you outdid yourselves this year, this will be the most protected house in the city during the night of Samhain - he laughed - I'll be right back with the candles.
As promised, Bard didn't take long to return with the candles and handed one each and you a matchbox. You promptly placed the candle at the bottom of the pumpkin and lit the match to light the candle, teaching the children, but when you held the match at an angle in the small space to light the wick, the flame grew and burned the tip of your finger. The response was automatic, pulling your hand away and letting out an "Ouch!" before extinguishing the match. Hearing, Bard turned and walked over to you when he saw what had happened.
- Are you fine? Let me see - he carefully took your hand and checked the burn - Luckily it's nothing serious, wash it with water and bandage it, help her Sigrid, I'll turn on the flashlights - he smiled to calm you down.
When the lanterns were lit and placed in the windows and you had already wrapped your finger in a piece of cloth, you went with the girls to the kitchen to finish preparing the Samhain feast, with sweet breads, cakes and other treats. Bain wasn't there because he's a disaster in the kitchen. Taking advantage of the privacy of being alone with his father in the living room, Bain broached the subject.
- You like her, right?
- Who? - Bard asked, suddenly caught.
- Her, dad - the boy pointed discreetly to the kitchen - I noticed how you look at her.
- Y/n? No, the only woman I've ever loved was your mother and you know it - he sat back in his chair to get away from the subject.
- It's okay if you like her, dad. She's cool, Sigrid and Tilda like her too... And if she makes you happy you have to tell her soon, it's not like you're the only suitor.
- What? - Bard frowned.
But before his son could say anything else, Tilda entered the room to call them to dinner. You thanked, ate and laughed amid conversations, Bain's advice not leaving the archer's head throughout dinner. After they were done and everything was cleaned and put away, you helped Bard put the children to sleep by telling them stories. When they fell asleep and you turned out the candles in the room, the two of you left. The silence seemed thicker, which found you strange, the atmosphere between you didn't used to be like this. You absentmindedly looked out the window.
- The sky is beautiful today... You can see all the stars.
- Do you want to go out to see better?
- I’d love to - you smiled.
The wind outside was cold, the night was calm and silent, the clear dark sky filled with stars like thousands of fireflies, the sound of crickets in the distance. You sat on the steps of the house stairs and Bard sat next to you. He remained silent for a while, thinking about how to tell what was weighing on his mind. It was true that you were the only one in the city that Bard considered a true friend, that he felt comfortable around and could forget about his problems for a moment when you smiled. Deep down he knew he liked you, but he felt guilty about it, he shouldn't fall in love again, he had already gotten married and he had sworn to himself that he would never get married again after he lost his wife, he couldn't handle feeling the pain again. Besides, now he had children to raise, what woman would have a relationship with a man who is already the father of three children? But you didn't seem to care about any of that, you took care of the children and always helped him, they loved you and now he did too. The man called your name breaking you out of your trance.
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- There's something I need to tell you.
- You can talk, Bard.
- I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for the children, for our friendship, it's good to have someone to trust.
- I think I was the one who should be saying that, inviting me to spend the night with you and the children, helping me when I needed it most, I'm happy that you consider me so much - you smiled.
- I don't know how to say this, but - he adjusted his posture, nervously - the children like you so much and so do I that I would like to know if you don't want to... stay with us forever? - you blinked your eyes at him.
- Like what...?
- I would love for you to be my wife, Y/n - he found the courage to say - I understand if you don't want to, if you think it's too much responsibility because of the children or - you silenced him by sealing your lips with a kiss that surprised him , but he soon reciprocated, the desire warming you both on that cold night.
- You don't know how many times I dreamed about this - you smiled at him.
Bard also smiled, after all, since you met, your smile always made him feel better.
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home to you (1/9)
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x fem!reader
PROLOGUE // Masterlist // Next chapter
Wordcount: 3.8K
Summary: When two people are meant to be together, fate will always find a way to bring them to each other. It's just that sometimes it's not under the normal-est of circumstances. But a flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all, and Bradley will be ready to go through anything for the love of his Blossom.
Warnings: some Bradley and Amelia brother/sister fluff, mentions of terminal illness, mentions of death, mentions of grief, Bradley has a lot of feelings, themes of abuse/domestic violence
Song inspiration: Home to you by Sigrid
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When you're waitin' for a voice to come
In the night, but there's no one
A-don't you feel like a-cryin'?
Don't you feel like cryin'?
A-don't you feel like a-c-cry, c-cry, c-cry-cry 
Cry, c-cry, c-cry-cry, cryin’?
Bradley bobbed his head like the bird he was nicknamed after as he belted the last lines to Cry to Me. He had wanted to test the new sound system in the Bronco on his way from base to Penny’s… and possibly annoy every 16-something brat blaring DJ Khaled in their dad’s BMW M5. So far he’d passed at least three of those types. The satisfaction he got from the boys’ annoyed, little pimply faces was the reason he decided to keep the hood down even though it was a surprisingly cool evening for mid-May. 
Despite the chill in the air, it was still a pleasant enough evening. The sky was awash with dark pinks that transformed into purple and navy blue the further up you turned your gaze. A thin line of light lingered on the horizon where the sun had dipped over minutes ago, making this the perfect time for a walk, a drive, and especially for a barbecue in Penny’s backyard. 
Her and Maverick had made that a weekly occurrence since the mission, inviting Bradley over since he was stationed on North Island for the time being along with the rest of his new squadron. They would sit on the old picnic table in Penny’s backyard with burgers, and grilled veggies, and cold beers that she’d picked up from the Hard Deck after closing for the night. And Bradley would usually bring a starter or a side dish. The bowl of potato salad that he’d pledged for tonight was wrapped in cling film on the passenger seat.
The beginning notes to Boogie Wonderland were suddenly interrupted by Bradley’s phone ringing in its dashboard holder. The obnoxious ringtone that Amelia had picked — and Bradley couldn’t change — mixed with the disco anthem in a horrific remix; thank god for the red light ahead so Bradley could stop and pause the music to take the call.
Maverick’s name was above a picture of him giving the camera thumbs up from the cockpit of his P-51 Mustang. The edge of Penny’s helmeted head poked from the edge of the screen. It was a picture that Bradley himself had taken after he and his godfather finished putting it together before Maverick’s test-flight-slash-joy-ride with Penny.
‘Hey, Mav!’ Bradley called after pressing the answer button and putting the call to speaker. ‘I’m on my way now. Is there anything else you guys need?’ 
‘Rooster, uh…’ Maverick’s voice sounded uncharacteristically unsure as he began and it gave Bradley pause. He immediately clicked the indicator for a right turn, opting to take a shortcut through Penny’s neighbourhood instead of going the usual way. If this was an emergency, he had to get to the house ASAP.
‘What’s happened?’ He asked worriedly. 
‘Penny and I have to go to Los Angeles. It’s urgent.’
‘Is Penny okay?’
‘Yeah— no, she’s fine. It’s uh… it’s something else. Bradley, can you come and stay with Amelia for the night. I don’t know how long we’ll be and…’
‘You got it, Mav.’ Bradley stepped on the pedal as soon as the light switched to yellow. Whatever the situation was it merited some degree of alarm. He tried elevating some of the tension. ‘You know Amelia is not the type to need a babysitter?’
Maverick huffed, ‘Yeah, yeah. She told us as much. But she likes having you around and you two can catch up on whichever TV show you’ve been watching lately.’
‘That’ll be Friends. We’ll just have to finish the potato salad on our own, too I guess.’
There was a pause on Maverick’s side of the line as they supposedly got in the car and started speeding away from the house. Bradley heard him muttering something to Penny. Her voice — although Bradley couldn’t detect what she was saying — sounded high-pitched and worried. It struck him as extremely odd how the usually chipper and confident owner of the Hard Deck sounded on edge, even downright panicked. 
‘Penny and I are sorry for having to skip on tonight. It’s just that—’
‘Mav, there’s no need to explain,’ Bradley stopped him. ‘We’ll postpone to next week or whenever you guys are available. Whatever this is… comes first. Alright?’
‘Yeah, yeah.’ Bradley heard the door slam on the other end and figured they must already be leaving the driveway. ‘I’ll drop you a line when we get to Los Angeles.’
‘Thanks! I’ll take Ames for pancakes tomorrow morning, is that alright with you and Pen?’
Maverick seemed to pull the phone back so he could relay the question. Bradley heard Penny give an affirmative reply although her voice still sounded emotionally distant. ‘Yeah, she’s cool with that. Just nothing with nuts, unless you have her EpiPen at the ready.’ 
‘Got it! I’m nearing Pen’s driveway now, I’ll see you tomorrow.’
‘Yeah… see ya, Rooster.’ 
Maverick was the first to hang up and the silence lingered for a few moments before Bradley turned into Penny’s driveway, his headlights illuminating Amelia’s figure huddled on the front porch. He grabbed the bowl of potato salad from the passenger seat before getting out, then jogged up the pebbled walkway and the short flight of stairs to get to the teen.
‘Hey, Ames! Looks like I’ll be your babysitter for the night.’ Bradley tackled her in a bear hug, one arm squeezing her to him and the other keeping a steady hold on the ceramic bowl. 
With her free hand Amelia pointed a finger to her mouth and feigned gagging at that which ultimately made both of them laugh. Bradley released her and handed her the potato salad. Amelia grinned wider and licked her lips like a cartoon wolf when she greedily grabbed the bowl.
‘Pop that in the fridge, squirt!’
‘Nuh-uh!’ She cradled the bowl. ‘We’re sharing this while we finish season four. I want to know if Rachel gets to Ross’s wedding on time.’
Bradley chuckled; he knew he really shouldn’t be spoiling anything, especially not about those last two episodes in particular, but half the time it was just too hard. Part of the magic of introducing Amelia to Friends was enjoying her unadulterated first-watch reactions to the classic sitcom. And it also meant that she’d understand some of the pop culture references he made on a daily basis.
Bradley shut the door behind him and followed Amelia into the house. He toed off his Timbs and placed them neatly on the shoe rack. He made his way into the kitchen where Amelia was fishing in the utensil cupboard for a pair of forks.
‘Hey, Ames?’
‘Yeah?’ She said between two big mouthfuls of potato salad.
‘Do you know why Mav and Penny are driving up to LA.’ He was quick to add, ‘It’s alright if it’s a personal matter and they told you not to tell me.’ He leaned against the granite island and bit the inside of his cheek. ‘I just wanna know if it’s something serious.’
Amelia nodded, swallowing down before speaking. ‘Yeah, they didn’t tell me much either.’ She pursed her lips in deep thought as she took a seat on one of the nautical style stools across from Bradley. ‘Mom got a call when Maverick and I finished cooking the burgers— Oh! By the way, there are burgers in the fridge, if ya want any!’
‘I’ll keep that in mind, Ames.’
‘Right so… mom got really serious all of a sudden. She sounded… really worried, and her voice got all high and pitchy which I’ve heard only once and that was when I got a severe allergic reaction. She told Maverick that she needed to get to Los Angeles as soon as possible. Something about the daughter of a friend of hers being in trouble.’
Bradley nodded along to her retelling of the events. He then gave the teen an uplifting smile. ‘Well, let’s hope it’s nothing serious. How ‘bout we put on the show now before you get a food coma and pass out on the couch like last time.’
‘Hardy har har!’ Amelia jumped down from the stool and snatched the bowl from the countertop before Bradley could take it. ‘This is mine now, jerk face.’
‘Hey! I made it, so it’s at least fifty percent mine, smartass!’
In the end, the two spread out in two opposite directions on the couch with the potato salad placed between them. Their forks were moving in a repetitive motion from the inside of the bowl to their open mouths as the two watched Friends.
It was Amelia’s newest favourite TV series, Bradley had grown up it with it. He had binged it with his mum when he was little and then again around the time when she got really sick and he wanted to lift her spirits.
It always felt bitter-sweet watching it after Carole’s death, being reminded of those moments he wished he could relive with her. Now, it meant spending time with Amelia, forming new memories, something he found he enjoyed since his stationing on North Island and his unofficial inclusion into this family. 
It had been a mere month since the mission, since his and Maverick’s reconciliation, since Maverick and Penny’s decision to give their twenty-something year long on-and-off relationship another go. And in that time, seemingly so much had happened. The weekly barbecue, evenings at the Hard Deck, weekends at the beach. Amongst all those interactions, Bradley and Amelia struck up a friendship that quickly developed into something akin to an older brother-younger sister relationship. 
Amelia was happy to have someone around when her mum was out of the house “relighting the fire with her old flame”. Someone who was willing to get on her level without patronising her. And Bradley, who had spent his entire life without any siblings or cousins, was happy to have something of a little sister in Amelia.
Some time after finishing the season finale and moving onto the next season, Amelia checked her phone to find a general lack of messages of any sort from her mum. ‘You’d think they reached LA by now.’
Bradley patted her shoulder. ‘Don’t worry about that now. They could be stuck in traffic. Mav will text me when they reach your mom’s friend.’
‘I’m not being unreasonable in being worried, right?’
‘Of course not, Ames!’
‘And you’re sure Maverick will text you.’
‘He definitely will.’
‘Okay,’ Amelia switched her positioning, grabbing a cushion and placing it against Bradley to use it and him as a head rest. ‘It’s just… I don’t like seeing mom worried. I’m used to her being the cool-headed woman she always is, the one that my friends at school are jealous of. And I can’t help her.’
‘Amelia, you’re fourteen.’ Bradley softly reminded her. ‘You should remember that from time to time. I know you’d rather grow up fast and help you mom. Even boss her around.’
Amelia laughed at that.
‘But I know from experience that trying to grow up too quickly will worry your mom more. She’ll want you to stay her child for a while longer and take care of you. So enjoy it, you’ll have all the time in the world to take care of her later.’
‘Just have to wait till eighteen, I guess.’
Bradley laughed good-naturedly, he knew there was no point arguing further if Amelia had reached a conclusion. He’d do better to argue with a brick wall.
Sometime around the middle of the fifth season of the show, Amelia had fallen asleep — just as Bradley had predicted — with a belly full of potato salad and her arm loosely wrapped around the now empty bowl. 
Bradley made sure she wouldn’t startle if he moved it out of her grasp to put away. Once he had the sofa cleared and the TV turned off, he carefully sneaked his arms underneath Amelia’s huddled form — one under her back and the other under the backs of her knees — and picked her up. 
He carried the teen to her room, gently kicking the door to open it. He put Amelia down on the bed, making sure to tuck her in with the massive fluffy blanket she had laying at the foot, seeing as he couldn’t pull the duvet without eventually disturbing her. 
Once he’d made sure she’d be fine, Bradley left the bedroom, his retreat only followed by the soft click of the door closing behind him. He went back to the kitchen, intending to clean the salad bowl when his phone vibrated in the back pocket of his jeans. Bradley fished it out and saw that he had two messages from Maverick.
Mav: Sorry, I forgot to text when we arrived. 
Mav: Everything’s okay, we might not be back till the morning.
Bradley opened his phone to see the grey ellipsis at the bottom of their chat. He waited a few seconds when a third message appeared. 
Mav: We gotta take Penny’s friend’s daughter to the hospital and then to the police. 
Mav: Don’t worry. I’ll explain more tomorrow.
Bradley’s brows furrowed at the last two messages. It obviously wasn’t all okay like Maverick said, otherwise they wouldn’t have to take that friend’s daughter to the hospital and the police. He contemplated phoning Maverick out of worry, but resined himself to just wait until the morning for him and Penny to come back. 
If things were as serious as he believed them to be then calling Maverick to just pester him with questions like a worried mother hen wouldn’t be helpful at all. 
Instead Bradley replied with a few short lines, letting his godfather know that he understood and to let Penny know that Amelia went asleep alright after finishing half a bowl of potato salad. After few seconds Maverick responded with a laughing face sticker which effectively seemed to end their correspondence for the night. 
Bradley went back to washing the salad bowl, leaving it on the drying rack when he was done. He then grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked out onto the back porch to enjoy the peace and quiet of the neighbourhood. 
Just beyond the relatively short back fence, Bradley could watch the dark expanse of the ocean the waves of which lapped at the shore with a repetitive hum. The nature choir of cicadas, crickets and the early summer breeze prevailed over the distant noise of the city beyond the confines of this fairly peaceful corner of San Diego. 
Penny’s backyard wasn’t much to be fair, she’d even said it herself once two weeks ago during the barbecue. The grass was uneven and displayed the usual signs of being burnt by the near constant California sun. Off to the side there were flat stones organised into flower patch borders without any flowers behind them save for one overgrown rosemary bush near the back stairs. And the picnic table sat close to the porch. Penny said that she just never came around to hiring someone to give it some major TLC. But goddamn — the view was what made that backyard so special.
Bradley continued staring off into the distance, periodically bringing the bottle to his lips to sip on the bitter drink. For a moment he felt the acute sting of loneliness deep in his chest as even the insects chirps dulled down and silence overtook him. The sting planted roots in his chest and started to grow until it pretty much occupied his thoughts. 
He had something resembling a family which included his friends from the squadron — even Hangman, on very good days — but he couldn’t help but feel the want for something more, for someone. 
It’s not like it’d be hard for him to date, there were plenty of women in the area if his former Hinge profile was to be believed. But he didn’t wasn’t a meaningless fling or a one-night stand. He wanted someone to have, to care for. Someone to love. For god’s sake, he was thirty-six! Shouldn’t these things get easier with time? Mav and Penny certainly had no problem. 
Bradley thought about his mother at thirty-six, just a year shy of her terminal diagnosis. She never even reached forty. Hadn’t gotten whites in her hair, nor wrinkles and age spots. Hadn’t gotten to properly live her life since she became a single mother at twenty-five. 
But she’d had someone, she had Nick “Goose” Bradshaw and she still had him after his death if her stories were to be believed. Stories she told Bradley when he was younger about how she could still feel him with her. That he never truly left her.
As he grew older, Rooster began to understand that those were her ways of explaining it all to him and handling her grief which never left her either. Instead it lingered like a pestering relative that hadn’t got the cue to leave. And once Carole was gone and buried with Goose in their family plot, that same grief latched onto Bradley, too.
And in those moments when he felt well and truly alone, Bradley wished he had asked his mother more about how she pulled through it all. How she managed to lose someone so important to her and still carry on with living. 
Around the time of her death, Bradley was filled with so much rage and confusion. Maverick pulling his papers at the Academy only seemed to fuel that rage. Bradley sped through his twenties, never really having a proper relationship, never settling down like many of his colleagues. He knew of love, he loved his mother and he sure as hell loved his friends. But he never found someone to love in that very particular way that doesn’t compare to any other love.
Carole had once promised him that; that he would find someone that would make him as happy as Goose made her. Don’t you worry your little head about when and where, it will happen and that’s a fact, she’d softly told him once when he’d childishly pestered her about not having a girlfriend in pre-school. 
But at thirty-six, Bradley still hadn’t found that person, that love that did not compare to others. You could call it impatience, but what truly plagued him was the loneliness. The emptiness he felt after every mission and deployment when he had no one to come back and hold on to.
With a familiar heaviness in his chest, Bradley went to have another sip of the beer only to feel a single drop trickle down the neck of the bottle and onto his lips. He took one final look at the peaceful landscape before going back inside, leaving his self-deprecating train of thought on the steps to the backyard. 
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Bradley, being not that deep of a sleeper, was shaken awake by the sound of Penny’s jeep pulling up to the house. He instantly sat up on the couch, rubbing his face and the sleep from his eyes. There was a knot in his back from the uncomfortable position he slept in, but he was unwilling to let that bother him right now. Although he lamented that he hadn’t taken the bed in the guest bedroom instead.
It was early in the morning. Not so early as to be still dark outside, but early enough to feel like he was back at the Academy and was rising at first light for training.
The front door opened with a subtle click and creak. Bradley could hear Penny saying something to Maverick, then to someone else and he assumed that they were accompanied by whoever they’d gone to help in LA. He impatiently treaded over the living room carpet, before deciding to go into the kitchen and make coffee for everybody. Penny and Maverick had had a long night and a pick-me-up would do them good.
Bradley was about to put in the coffee pot in Penny’s coffee maker when Maverick walked in the kitchen, his feet dragging along the floor until he reached the island and dropped into a barstool. 
‘Did we wake you?’ Maverick asked tiredly. 
Bradley turned around once the machine started buzzing and a steady stream of coffee started dripping into the pot. ‘Don’t worry ‘bout me. I was practically already awake. You good?’
Maverick rubbed his face and Bradley took notice of the haunted look in his godfather’s eyes. They were dark and troubled like they’d seen more in one night than they were prepared to. Bradley turned off the coffee machine once it was done and pulled the three cups from the cupboard above his head, placing them on the counter and pouring equal amounts into each one. 
Maverick didn’t wait for Bradley to offer him milk or sugar and downed half of the steaming coffee. Really not good then, Bradley thought with worry. He went around the kitchen island and sat next to his godfather, quietly sipping on his own coffee and waiting for him to speak whenever he was ready to. 
‘I don’t think I can talk in detail about last night right now, but I… I need to ask you a favour.’
‘Shoot.’
Maverick looked towards the door to the corridor, probably waiting to see if Penny would walk through. But she was most likely still upstairs. 
‘Penny’s friend’s daughter… we brought her here, couldn’t leave her in LA. She has no one,’ Maverick explained. 
Bradley nodded along.
‘The favour I want to ask from you is… well, I might be asking too much of you. Can you hang around the house for a few days? Penny and I think she could use a friend right now and you’re… about the same age. You might be able to help her more than we do.’
Bradley simply nodded. He couldn’t think of anything to ask but her name which Maverick quietly supplied. 
The older man continued drinking his coffee and the two sat in silence for a while. 
‘It’s not my place to talk about her affairs.’ Maverick broke the silence. ‘But she was in a… very physical argument with her ex-boyfriend. Managed to get away at some point and call Penny. She was so frightened, she didn’t even want to go to the police. Penny and I didn’t know what to do,’ he mumbled more to himself than to anyone else, eyes still horribly lost.
Bradley inhaled sharply. Although he knew nothing more than the girl’s name, he felt a twinge of anger at the thought of any sort of abuse befalling her. Someone might say his mum raised him properly, Bradley would argue that he was just a decent human being. 
‘I’ll do my best, Mav.’
Maverick finally looked up towards Bradley, his upper lip curling in a semblance of a smile and some of the light returned to his eyes. With a heavy sigh, he patted his godson on the shoulder, thanking him for his help. The two then returned to their state of quiet while sipping on their coffee.
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comfortscripts · 4 months
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Works in Progress List
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Be aware that these post dates are tentative
Michael Gavey x Fem!Reader (07/12) What happens when Michael, known Oxford genius accidently challenges the female Einstein of Cambridge? A weekend of proving who's best. Academic rivals, smut with a touch of fluff and angst.
Lando Norris x Driver!OC (10/12) Koenigsegg has joined the championship with Sigrid Keoghan as their principle driver. The 21-year old experiences the ups and downs of being a new driver, with the added bonus of an ex-one-night-stand popping up as her Orange-clad rival. Rivals, series, fluff + angst + smut all in one
Aegon Targaryen x Wife!Reader (08/12) What if Aegon did manage to run away? Escape the pressures of the Greens? Perhaps he would be able to find love. Pure fluff because Aegon needs some love
Spencer Reid x Professor!Fem!Reader (11/12) After the death of his mother, Spencer finds himself accepting a job at Oxford University. Attempting to start fresh, he meets a fellow professor who helps him feel whole again.Series, fluffy with a dash of angst, age gap, comfort for Reid
Aemond Targaryen x Distant Targ!Fem!Reader (08/12) Follows Y/N Targaryen, granddaughter of Saera and Aenys Targaryen (I will give a detailed plot later, its too much to write here) Series, badass reader, fluff + angst + smut
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ai-katsuu · 1 year
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thinking about a hobbit/lotr x reader Ocean’s 8 AU where they try to steal a certain gem maybe from Erebor, not the arkenstone but something else
Tauriel, Dis, Fem! Reader, Sigrid, Arwen, Eowyn, the wife of Thranduil (who yes, is brought back to life in this AU bc she has so much good and open potential for interpretation. I have character on her and she is hilarious)
oh and the 8th member who joins last minute? ofc the one character who is there in both films
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and and the person who isn't really an antagonist but someone they have to sneak past: the only other person in both films
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Picnics and Surprises
Pairing: Sigrid x fem!reader
Word count: 1,647
Warnings: fluff I guess?
Summary: Four years after the quest you prepare a surprise for Sigrid.
A/N: I was very sad that there were so few wlw fics for Sigrid (or any Tolkien females, really) so I decided to take matters into my own hands. This is my first fic so please be kind. Thank you to @elvish-sky for beta reading!
Character ages: Sigrid is 19 with you being around the same age, Tilda is 13, and I couldn’t find and age range for Bain so I just went with around 15-16 for him.
You walked through the markets of Dale looking for the florist. You wanted this to be perfect. Sigrid had done so much for you, and you wanted to do this for her.
You had been a part of the company during the quest to reclaim Erebor (at Gandalf’s insistence of course). That’s when you had met Sigrid. You knew there was something there but you didn't have the time to deal with it.
Then the quest was over and the dragon slain and the mountain claimed by Thorin. You had decided to stay in Dale instead of in the mountain. You felt more at home under the open sky and Bard offered to let you stay with him.
You knew you had fallen in love with Sigrid and after that, it was only a matter of time before you got together and started courting.
Four years later and you were ready to take the next step. Tonight you were going to propose. If the weather cooperated with you that is.
You had been planning this picnic for weeks, plotting with your found family to make the perfect proposal.
You were going to propose under the starlight and you had almost everything ready. Food, candles, blankets, books, and the most important part. The ring.
It had a silver setting and a moonstone surrounded by small leaves and flowers. You were sure she was going to love it.
Finding the flowers you wanted, you bought them and looked to the sky with trepidation. It had been bitingly cold and windy all morning. Those clouds were far too dark for your liking.
This morning’s errands had taken a lot longer than planned and you began to worry. Tilda could only keep Sigrid out of the house and away from Bard and Bain’s preparations for so long after all.
It turned out your worry was well-founded because as you turned to go back to Bard’s home it started to drizzle. By the time you got back, the drizzle was a downpour and your cloak was soaked through.
Bain was waiting for you at the door and relieved you of your basket while you shed your cloak.
“Quite the storm out there” he commented.
“I know,” you said with a frown “so much for proposing.”
“We’ve taken care of it,” Bard said as he joined you in the entryway.
“What are you talking about?” you asked, confused.
“Come with me!” Bain said excitedly as he dragged you to the study.
You gasped.
“Do you like it?” Bain asked, clearly nervous.
“Like it? It’s wonderful!”
They had removed all the furniture from the room and replaced it with what appeared to be every blanket and pillow in the house. Lanterns from the ceiling gave off a soft glow as Bain added the wine, fruit, and flowers to the small pile of food on the floor.
With that you and Bard headed upstairs, you to change and him to get some of his, Bain, and Tilda’s belongings. He explained that when Sigrid and Tilda returned he, Bain, and Tilda would all go to a friend’s for the night.
“How did you get all this done so fast? The rain only started an hour ago.”
“When I saw the clouds on the horizon this morning I knew it was going to rain. We started pretty much as soon as you left.”
You stopped on the landing and turned to Bard.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you for making my daughter so happy, and for being a part of my life.”
You let out a shaky exhale at that and Bard chuckled and pulled you into a quick hug.
“Come now, we don’t want you getting all puffy-eyed. There’s work to do.”
You nodded and laughed and went to your room. You changed into a simple dress that would be comfortable for sitting on the floor.
Grabbing the ring from its hiding place and putting it in your pocket, you went and laid out one of Sigrid’s favorite dresses for her.
You went back downstairs to find Bain in the kitchen heating the wine with spices.
“I figured with it being so cold and wet-” he cut off with a vague gesture to the pot.
“A splendid idea!”
Bain rewarded you with a warm smile.
“I can’t wait for you to be my sister.”
Your heart swelled.
“I can’t wait either.”
“Neither can I,” Bard said from the doorway, “but let’s get moving before they get back.”
“No need to get pushy, Da, we have time.”
The front door opened with a slam as the frozen girls rushed in. Bard turned to Bain with an expression that had “I told you” written all over it. Bain raised his hands in surrender as his father turned to waylay the girls before Sigrid could see the study.
You and Bain looked at each other and suddenly you were both stifling excited yet hysterical giggles.
You breathlessly listened to Bard as he explained that Sigrid had to go upstairs and get changed because there was a surprise for her but she had to be in dry clothes for it.
“I have no complaints with dry clothes Da, just the secrecy” you heard Sigrid say as Bain poured the wine into mugs.
Once you were sure Sigrid was upstairs you took the mugs from Bain and went to the study. You set the mugs down on the table and went to the entryway to see the others off. You got quick smiles, hugs, and words of encouragement from everyone, then you bolted the door behind them.
You could hear Sigrid approaching the stairs and you went to stand at the bottom. When she saw you she gave you a wide, but nervous smile.
You laughed lightly as she descended the stairs.
“Calm down, my love, I just wanted to spend some time alone with you.”
She visibly relaxed and reached out to hug you.
“Mmmm, I missed you” she murmured into your shoulder.
“You saw me this morning.”
“Doesn’t matter, I still missed you.”
You pulled away from each other.
“Now what’s all this about a surprise?”
You smiled and led her to the study.
“I was planning on a picnic at sunset but with the rain-”
You opened the door to the study and Sigrid gasped.
“Y/n, this is beautiful!”
“Thank you, but I’m afraid most of the credit goes to your father and brother. They set everything up.”
Sigrid leaned in for a quick kiss before walking over to where the basket was set up. You grabbed the wine and joined her.
You gave her the flowers and she smiled before bringing them up to her nose to smell them.
“Mmm, my favorites!”
You chuckled lightly.
“I know, that’s why I got them.”
You pulled out the books and the food with a smile.
“Dig in!”
Two hours later and you were both very relaxed, any and all stress melting away in each other’s company. Even just reading together was enough to relax you both completely, but the talking was better.
There was a gentle lull in the conversation as you leaned back on the pillows and Sigrid leaned back on you. Looking up at the lanterns above you decided it was time.
Taking a deep breath you gently helped Sigrid sit up.
“My love?”
“I wanted to ask you a question.” Well, looks like you were getting right into it.
Sigrid turned to face you completely.
“I actually had a question for you too.”
Your eyebrows lifted.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“It’s probably better if I ask my question first.” You turned to your pocket to get the ring for a moment and when you looked back to Sigrid your jaw dropped. She was looking down at her lap nervously.
In her hand was a ring.
“I wanted to ask if you would-” she cut off when she looked up and saw what you were holding.
You locked eyes for a moment, staring at each other with disbelief before you both burst into laughter. Sigrid bent over double and you were wheezing violently.
“Looks like we had similar plans my dear!” you gasped out when you could finally breathe again.
“I guess so!” Sigrid said as she continued to laugh, which set you off again.
When you had both finally calmed down you looked back up at Sigrid. She had tears in her eyes.
“So I take it that’s a yes?” You chuckled.
“Yes!” Sigrid yelled as she tackled you backward with a kiss. It was long and sweet. When you finally resurfaced for air you both sat up and you held out your ring for Sigrid to see.
“Y/n...” she breathed out “it’s stunning.”
“I’m glad you like it,” You said as you took her hand in yours.
You gently slid the ring on her finger and you smiled at each other.
“Now where’s mine?”
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“YOU WERE GOING TO PROPOSE?!?!?!?”
“Bain, calm down,” Bard said with a poorly concealed smile and you and Tilda stifled giggles as the conversation went on.
“SHE WAS GOING TO PROPOSE!!! AND SHE DIDN’T TELL US!!”
“As I already told you, I wasn’t planning on it yet but I figured if I was getting some alone time with-”
“YOU HAD A RING AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! Y/N TOLD ME AND SHE’S NOT EVEN MY SISTER YET! BETRAYAL! YOU BETRAYED ME! MY OWN SISTER!”
You and Tilda began to openly laugh at this and Bard was also struggling to hold back laughter.
“I AM SO GLAD YOU ARE MARRYING Y/N! AT LEAST THEN I’LL HAVE A DECENT SISTER! WHO TELLS ME THINGS!”
“Hey! What am I, an orc?” Tilda cried, indignant.
Bard came to stand beside you as you watched a new round of bickering unfold.
“Are you sure you want to join this family?” He asked with a laugh.
“Positive.” you cackled in reply.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜
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s: you are one of the few medics in the small town of Esgaroth
p: Bard The Bowman x fem!reader
w: illness, canon-violence (upcoming chapters), explicit scenes (upcoming chapters), age-gap mentioned at times, canon-poverty etc etc.
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I didn’t let anyone in the children’s room throughout most of the night. Not out of mean and ill-manners, but I didn’t want the rest of the family catch whatever got Tilda into such a bad shape. Even though blood cough itself wasn’t airborne or even easily contracted, I didn’t need the three remaining to be shivering from a cold. Instead I spent the time with the small child, talking to her and singing quietly, even if I couldnt know for sure when she was awake and when she wasn’t.
Eventually, around three hours after midnight, I walked out of Tilda’s temporary aid room and was faced with the same worried faces. Sigrid and Bain sat up from their small cots and looked at me, maybe even more piercingly than Bard. Their eyes were puffy and glimmered in worried tears, with bags underneath. I bit the inside of my cheek, not sure who to look at to face the least amount of pain.
I wiped my hands together to keep the cold away as I assessed the situation.
”The blood cough is a sort of an effect from a typical cold Tilda has contracted at some point”, I said carefully, already noticing the looks on their faces. ”But no one is here to blame. She just got unlucky.” I hurried to add. It wasn't uncommon to get the cold in such a cold town as Lake-town.
”But she will be alright won’t she?” Bain spoke up, tiny desperation in his voice. Sigrid gulped and looked at me with those wide eyes of hers. I inhaled deeply and mustered up a small smile.
”Well the blood has lessened considerably”, I began, wringing my hands together. A nervous habit I had picked up sometime. I felt like I was crushing their bubbles of hope. ”But she’s still running a very high fever.”
Both siblings simultaneously looked down. Bain tried to be brave for his sister, I could see it, but dread was written all over his face. And I didn’t blame him for it. Blood cough was a nasty business, especially in such cold and poor town.
My tired eyes looked at the bargeman. Bard gently ushered the children back to their cots by the fire, squeezing Bain’s shoulder before stepping towards me. He was quite tall, at least a head or so taller than me, yet he looked so small when he almost begged me to heal his daughter. I could see it in his eyes, it was the same look he had when his late wife had fallen ill. I hadn't been nearly as old then, but I had been there when Bard had asked for your father's help.
My hand squeezed his in comfort. It was a feeble attempt but better than nothing. I was very fond of children yourself. seeing their innocence being tampered with made my head swirl with anger.
Two hours later I had beome officially Bard’s family’s favorite person, as I stepped out for my almost hourly update. The sleepless night had caused bags to appear under my eyes aswell, but the sight of a small, timid smile sparked up hope in the room.
”The blood’s now somewhat gone”, I nodded. ”And the fevers down a little.”
”She’s alright?” Sigrid exclaimed. Not wanting to worry them any longer, I nodded, causing everyone to let out a breath of relief. Sigrid hugged you and I felt the air leave my lungs. It caused an airy chuckle leave me as I squeezed her back.
”Oh thank you, thank you!”
”But Tilda’s still sick”, I added as a reminder, voice a little strained from the tight grip. ”I’m going to stay for a few more hours and then leave you with the remedy to help her back on her feet. It can take at least a week”
”I do not know how to thank you”, Bard said when he enclosed my palms in his, in gratitude. I just shrugged my shoulders, glad that the room was yet to be bright as the dust of pink covered your cheeks. We shared a long hug, I tried to ignore the nice scent of water and wood.
”Just save me some fish next time you go out”, I joked, unbeknownst to me, he took it seriously. If it was up to Bard, he’d carry ten barrels worth of fish to your doorstep.
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elvish-sky · 3 years
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💛 Prompt 12: “It looks good on you.” for Sigrid and a fem!reader
A.N: Oh my god I love this family so much. Someone tell me to write more Sigrid fics because she’s so awesome and I love the family dynamic! Anyhoo I hope y’all like this one, thanks for asking it!
Pairing: Sigrid x fem!Reader
Word Count: 560
Warnings: Fluff, kissing
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Dresses
You spun around on the arm of your girlfriend’s father, dancing through the crowd to one of the tunes you knew so well. It was a feast-day in the kingdom of Dale, and your future father in law had asked you to dance, as Sigrid was running late.
Bard smiled down at you as you twirled, finishing the dance by dipping you as your skirts swirled around your feet. Applause broke out as the last note sounded, and you stepped off the dance floor, smiling. Your best friend Bain rushed up to you.
“Hey Y/N! Do you want to dance?”
You smiled at him. “Sure! Do you know when Sigrid will get here?”
Shaking his head, he led you back onto the floor. “I have no idea. She’s been tied up with the council all day, I think she only got out a little while ago.”
The music started, and you began dancing. “Ok.”
He smiled at you as you continued to dance. “Don’t worry, Y/N I’m sure she’ll show up soon. And she’ll adore that new dress, I know you’ve been waiting to wear it for her!”
You gaped at him. “How?”
He smirked. “I have my ways.”
“Bain…”
At the look you were shooting him, he relented. “It was pretty easy to tell. You’ve been visiting the tailor a lot for weeks, and you marched in here very excitedly today.”
You nodded. “Yeah, that’s fair.”
It was true that you were excited for your girlfriend to see the dress- it was her favorite color, a dark red that coincidentally made you look absolutely stunning, with full skirts and sprinkles of lace on the bodice. You loved it.
This dance ended as well, and Bain led you off the dance floor to where Tilda and Bard were sitting, feasting away. Bard smiled at you as you approached, and nodded to the doorway. Turning, you saw Sigrid, highlighted by the glow of the torches, resplendent in a blue dress that made her look perfect.
You pushed your way through the crowded floor, heading towards yoru girlfriend. She smiled at you as you hugged her. Pulling away, she held you at arms length, looking at your dress.
“Y/N, is that a new dress?”
You nodded.
“It looks good on you.” She stared at you, seemingly unable to speak, and you twirled to show her the full effect.
You beamed at her. “Thank you!”
You grabbed her hand, entwining your fingers with hers and trying to bring her up to the table with her family. She wouldn’t budge, and tugged your hand so that you spun around to face her again. Placing a hand on your waist, the other on your back, she drew you close.
“Darling, you look simply marvelous in that dress.” She whispered in your ear before pulling you in for a deep kiss, hand caressing your back as the other gripped your hip. You responded in kind, threading your hands around her neck in an attempt to bring her closer. After a few minutes, she broke away, flushed.
Entwining your hands again, you began to walk to the high table together. She leaned in to whisper in your ear as you walked.
“You’re the prettiest girl in the room, Y/N. I love you very much.”
You smiled at her. “I love you too, Sigrid.”
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petite-ely · 4 years
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Afraid // JJ Maybank
three - family heirloom
Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem routledge! reader
Warnings: cursing and other sorts of bad language, mention of a dead body, underage drinking, idk if there’s something else besides some typos
Description: a fun trip to a thrashy motel leads to many discoveries for the pogues (buckle up buckaroos this one’s a bit long) (also I’m very sorry for not putting a read more thingy but I really don’t know how, sorry :(
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When John B fell into the the water, the anchor held against his chest, y/n didn’t expect him to come back with anything valuable. Maybe something that would have revealed the identity of whoever owned this boat, but nothing really big. So she was very surprised when he came back with a motel key in his hand. It was not much, as expected but the pogues knew what to do.
The little group had tried to report their findings to the authorities, in hope of receiving some kind of reward. Unfortunately, the plan had failed. Because of the hurricane, the coasts guards were so busy they couldn’t even spare one minute for them.
Instead, they all agreed to go investigate the hotel room. Y/n had been reluctant at first, but her curiosity took the lead, so she agreed. How could she not?
“I thought the château looked bad.”
“This place is a shitshow.”
“Motel or meth lab?”
Y/n’s face scrunched up in a grossed out expression at the sight in front of her eyes, plugging her nose as she caught the horrible smell that went with it. The motel itself wasn’t that bad. Except maybe for the roof, and the window and probably also some kind of hygiene issue. The yard was the worst part. It was filled with debris brought by the storm and it was covered with a bunch of old mattresses. It was not a pretty sight to see.
“Y/n are you staying with me and Pope or..” kie wondered as they landed.
The Routledges exchanged a look. John B didn’t show it a lot, but he was very protective of his sister. He preferred to have her by his side at all times, where he could protect her and assure that she was always safe. It was his way of showing he cared.
“Nah,” she jumped off the boat, her feet joined together, “someone has to look after these two knuckleheads.”
JJ laughed at her words. “Knuckleheads, who even says that.” “Dude I was talking about you.”
“What.” She rolled her eyes.
“Hey,” Pope addressed the girl “don’t let him do anything stupid.” He pointed to JJ.
“Oh, we will.”
“I can’t make any promises.”
Kie handed the key to John B. “Be careful, okay. I mean it.” Y/n grinned at her friend’s words.
The trio then headed towards the direction of the room. Somehow y/n ended up taking the lead, with the two boys walking behind her. She felt a pair of eyes looking at her.
“JJ I know you’re looking at my ass, stop that right now,” she warned. “Dude!” John B slapped him on the chest.
“Um for your information I was looking at the bruise on your thigh.” “Yeah right.”
(He was actually really looking at the bruise. He hated to know she was hurt in any kind of way, it pained him)
“And even if I was, whatcha gonna do about it? Beat me up?” “Don’t underestimate me Maybank, I could easily take you down.” JJ scoffed. “Pfft as if.”
He left her side to go join John B, who had voluntarily distanced himself from their bickering. The blonde grasped his friend’s shoulder. “Just be so careful, John,” he said, imitating Kiara.
John B pushed him off. “God, you’re so weird.” “Dude, what the heck was that all about.” “I don’t know, I guess she wants us to be careful.”
Y/n now walked alone behind, kicking a small pebble whilst silently listening to the conversation.
“Since she heard you’re being threatened with exile, she’s just been like ‘oh! Be so careful John B’” “Get off” “just give me that John D already.”
“Like, when are you gonna swoop on that, man?”
y/n cringed at his words. “Ew, don’t sexualize her like that, it’s gross, j”
“Bro, you know the rule. No pogue on pogue macking.”
Stupid rule. It was the only reason why y/n had never admitted her feelings to JJ. That and her fear of being humiliated ( and the fact he would never feel the same way).
“Besides you’re the one always hitting on her.” Y/n scoffed.
“That doesn’t mean anything, JJ hits on every girl he ever sees.” JJ frowned at her words. “He would hit on a plant if it even slightly ressembled the body of a girl.”
“Hey, that’s not true,” he defended himself. “I don’t hit on you all the time.”
“Says the guys who was just looking at my ass five minutes ago.” “No, I wasn’t.” “You so were!”
“Hey guys, I hate to break up your little fight but uh,” he pointed the door in front of him “this is us. 29.”
JJ knocked on the door. “Housekeeping,” he said, his voice pitched way higher than normal, making both his friends laugh at his actions.
“Should we try it?” Questioned John B. “No power- no security camera. No one’s gonna know.”
The door opened with a small creaking noise. It was a small dark room with two beds. The trio looked around for clues. They still didn’t know who owned the boat nor what they were doing out in the middle of a hurricane. They were hoping for some answers.
“Check the bag, see if there’s a name on there.” “Gotta a jacket-“ “Denim slides-“ “No name on the jacket. It’s a nice jacket though.” “Definitely over 50 he’s got new balances.”
“Yo, dude come here.” JJ found some papers and books stacked on the night table between the two beds. He pointed to a map. “Maybe this is where they were fishing.” “ let me see.” “Right there.”
Y/n peeked over their shoulder, standing on the tip of her toes, to try to see what they were talking about. “Nah, that’s off the continental shelf. Big swell, no one fishes there.”
Abandoning her previous idea, she crouched down and flashed her light under the first bed. “Nothing over here.” She turned to the other bed. Her eyes caught a strange shape, on the opposite corner. “Wait.” She slipped underneath and crawled to the object. “Ah ha!”
“What? You found anything?”
Disappointment filled the girl’s mind as she noticed it was only a shirt, grey and smelly. “Uh, not really. I thought I did but it’s only a dirty shirt.”
“Ew there was a spider on it.” She brushed the bug away as she got up. She turned towards John B, noticing he had successfully opened the safe. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
The words left her mouth without her noticing. She was just too astonished. The safe was filled with multiple stacks of money and well, a gun. There was so much of it, it’s like she didn’t know where to look.
“Uh, JJ, you’re gonna wanna see this.”
JJ’s eyes doubled in size as he noticed the firearm in the safe. He immediately picked it up. “You grabbed the gun,” John B sighed.
“This is a SIG Sauer.” He was swinging it in the air, playing with it as though it was just a toy. “JJ put the fucking gun down, you’re gonna hurt someone,” y/n hissed at him.
“Put the gun back, JJ.” “This is a fucking spendy gatt, man, just.” He pretended to shoot someone in the distance. “Bam! Bam!”
“JJ, this is not a toy you can just play with, put it back!” Y/n’a voice was louder now, angrier and harsher too. “Just take a pic of me.”
“You want me to take a picture of you?” “Yeah dude, like-” JJ struck a pose, the gun in one hand, his flashlight in the other. “Make our own incriminating evidence is that what your talking about?”
Y/n’s attention drifted away as she heard the sound of something hitting the window. She spun around and drew the blinds open, only to find Kie and Pope jumping up down. “What?”
There were clearly trying to warn her about something but she couldn’t hear what they were saying through the thick glass that separated them. She lifted the window slightly. A single word left their mouth in a loud whisper. “Cops!”
“Fuck.”
“What is it?” Y/n turned her body to the two boys. She opened her mouth, about to reveal what danger would soon fall upon them when a knock came from the door.
“Kildare county, sheriff department,” a stern voice announced.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
The girl yanked the rest of the window open. By chance, there was a small step, a ledge, where they could stand and hide from the police officers.
Y/n’a hand flew to her neck, as she noticed the necklace she always wore wasn’t on her neck anymore. “Fuck!” It was very precious to her, leaving it there was not an option.
Her father had actually given it to her on her 14th birthday. It belonged to his mother and her mother before her. It was a family heirloom and the only thing she had left of her father. She always wore it, even to bed.
“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”
She scanned the room quickly, her stress level growing as she heard the door rattling. Her eyes finally landed on the shining necklace, tangled under the first bed.
“My necklace fell off!” she whispered-shout. “There’s no time!”
Luckily for her living on the cut had taught her to move quickly, without being seen. She swiftly slid under the bed, grabbed the golden chain and slipped out of the window, all before the door opened.
“That was close,” JJ whispered softly.
Y/n removed one of her hand from the wall to place her index finger against her lip motioning for JJ to stay silent. They both turned their attention back to the room, observing the cops as they entered.
There was two of them. Shoupe and a woman y/n didn’t know the name of. They were looking around for clues just as the three kids had done minutes earlier. Shoupe opened the door of the safe. Y/n’s eyes followed as he handed the other officer some evidences. He then handed her a stack of money, which she put in her pocket.
“The fuck?” the girl whispered, glancing at her brother on the other side. JB looked at her with wide eyes, he was just as shocked as she was.
She lost her balance for a quick second, her foot sliding down, making the loudest noise ever made. JJ’s hand caught her before she fell, bringing her body closer to his. She heard footsteps getting closer. She could feel and hear JJ’s breath getting heavier by the second, her heart pounding in her chest. She scooted even closer to him, her hand gripping at the back of his shirt so she wouldn’t fall once more.
“All right, let’s go. No one’s here.” Shoupe said from inside.
A heavy sigh left her lips as she heard the door close behind them. “That was so fucking close.”
“Jesus Christ, y/n what was that all about, you almost got us caught!” John B snapped.
“My necklace fell off, I couldn’t just leave it there. It’s the only thing I have left of dad! Plus they would’ve known I was there, it would’ve got us caught!”
John’s face fell slightly, she was right. Still he couldn’t help but worry at the thought of her getting caught. He was her brother, it was normal for him to want to protect her form getting hurt. “I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just, I was just worried okay? I don’t want to lose you too, y/n/n.”
“I’m not going anywhere, bird.”
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After the little trip to the motel, and almost getting caught by the cops, the group had decided to head back to the château. Y/n let out a sigh of exasperation. She was, once again, seated on the dirty sofa on the porch. This time her head was hanging upside down, her shoeless feet rested against the window. She was exhausted. This day had been filled with nothing but surprises, following one another without getting a chance to take a breath. And the day wasn’t over yet.
First there was their discovery of the boat in the marsh, then John risking his life for a motel key (okay maybe risking his life was a bit of a stretch but yeah, y/n still thought it was dangerous). And then they tried to report the boat but failed, so they went to the motel and we’re almost caught by Shoupe (and saw him stealing money) and stupid JJ who stole the goddamn gun.
And that wasn’t even the most shocking surprise of the day. The body of Scooter Grubbs was also found (and y/n really wish she could erase that image out of her memory) and shocker, he was the owner of the Grady-White. So the marsh was closed until the authorities would find the boat.
“Ugh,” y/n rubbed her tired eyes, feeling a headache coming as the blood rushed to her head.
“You’re gonna get brain damage if you stay like that for too long,” John B said motioning to his sister’s position. “Can’t be worse than it already is,” she shrugged, moving herself so her head now rested on Kiara’s lap.
Pope came rushing, the screen door slamming behind him. “So, um we didn’t see anything, we don’t know anything.” He was still slightly panting, and he seemed very stressed, anxious even. “We need to have complete and total amnesia.”
“Actually, Pope’s right. For once.” y/n scooted closer to Kie to make room for Pope to sit and turned her head back to JJ who was getting up from his seat. “See I agree with you sometimes,” he pointed his index finger on each of his friends. “Deny, deny, deny.”
“Guys we can’t keep that money.” “Not all of us have unlimited data plans, Kiara.”
Y/n frowned at JJ’s words. That was low of him. The Carreras might hav been a lot richer than the average pogue, but they weren’t kook rich either. Business was hard for everyone and The Wreck wasn’t spared of the occasional struggle that went with it.
“Well I hate to be a party pooper but she’s right. It’s not our money, it wouldn’t be right for us to keep it.” declared the Routledge girl. “Yup, we have to pass that money off to Lana Grubbs. Otherwise it’s bad karma.”
“It bad karma to be implicated in a felony too,” added Pope. “We gotta go dark.” “If that means we get to keep the money then I agree.”
John B gave a small pat on JJ’s shoulder. “I don’t agree.” “What, why?”
“Just think about it, this is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about,” he started. “Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the porthole. Shit, one time I saw him begging for change in the save-a-lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pockets and all of the sudden he’s got a Grady-White? Just saying..”
John B was right. It was indeed kind of shady. Square groupers? Smuggling? Contraband? Y/n had no idea what she was getting herself into. It was a strange situation and she had no idea what to do about it, so she followed her friends ideas. They all agreed to lay low and act normal, which could only mean one thing. There was going to be a kick ass kegger on the boneyard. And y/n couldn’t be more glad.
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fizzyxcustard · 5 years
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I Will Be Beside You.
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Fandom: The Hobbit
Summary: From the recently posted imagine “Imagine you think Thorin detests you. In fact, he’s madly in love with you but has personal reasons for keeping away”. One night in Lake-town, you decide to confront Thorin about his behaviour towards you, but his response is FAR from what you imagined. 
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader, Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader
Warnings: Angst (LOTS OF ANGST!), tooth-decaying fluff
Word count: 1121
Comments/Notes:  If you wish to be added to my tag lists for a particular fandom, character, or even everything, please send me an ask or a private message and I will add you. As always, all imagines I post can be requested as fics. This one wasn’t requested, but I just had the urge to write it. I’m now also going to put in my descriptions the music I listened to whilst writing this. 
Music inspiration/listened to for this piece: ‘Compass’ by Two Steps From Hell (from the album ‘Miracles’)
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After the celebrations in the town square with the Master of Lake-town, all of you retired to Bard’s house, clambering under blankets to keep yourselves warm. There was chatter in the air, excitement and apprehension about leaving Lake-town and getting to Erebor on time, before the last light of Durin’s Day.
You helped Tilda and Sigrid make warm drinks for yourselves, Bard and Bain. The Dwarves were enjoying more intoxicating beverages which would no doubt put them straight to sleep for the night. Thorin had ordered you be the one to wake everyone to make sure no one was late for the boat journey towards the Lonely Mountain.
All the time that the drinking went on and the laughter rose, you couldn’t help but remain distant, cut loose from the rest of the Company. Even Bilbo was enjoying himself, the first in quite some time since the beginning of the quest. Thorin, you noticed, as usual, had his arms crossed, inspecting everyone else. Then his eyes met yours; his expression remained stern, almost angry. Why was he like this? Why did he hate you? You felt the pain of hot tears and a lump rose in your throat.
Angrily, you stormed outside into the cold air. Flurries of snow were falling around you, and high above, stars were beginning to peep out from behind thick cloud.
No one came to look for you. No one had noticed you disappear. They had all been too caught up in their own merry-making to notice your sudden exit from the house.
You couldn’t understand why Thorin detested you the way he did. His answers were always short, snappy and whenever you stood in front of him, he scowled. Was it because you were a woman? A human? The rest of the Company treated you well enough and called you one of their own, but Thorin made you feel like an outcast and something that needed to be watched at all times and not trusted.
Time slipped by and you lost track of how long you sat on the bottom step leading out of Bard’s house and down to the walkways which made up the town built upon a lake. The cold was becoming painful now and you shivered, your arms clasped so tight to keep in any last ounce of warmth that you had somewhere inside you. But you knew you couldn’t stomach going back inside.
Footsteps came, banging hard down the steps and then a voice spoke. “What are you doing out here?”
Anger within you hit full tilt and you shot around, your entire upper body facing Thorin as he descended the steps. “Why do you talk to me like I’m nothing but excrement on your boot? Why do you hate me somuch?” Your shoulders shuddered in grief and frustration. “What have I done to deserve you detesting me?”
Thorin stopped in his tracks and felt nothing but shame, pain, guilt….and love. That was all he had ever felt for you: love. Nothing else could ever come close to what he felt for you. Even the red hot hatred that burned in his gut for Azog the Defiler was nothing in comparison for his love for you. The love was consuming him piece by piece and watching you cry made him clench his fists in disgust at himself.
You turned away from Thorin and continued to weep. “I’ve done nothing but support all of you, and even put my own life at risk…”
“Shhhh,” Thorin’s hushed tone came, and he picked up your hand.
Your head rose from its position against your chest and through teary eyes, you looked upon Thorin. His face was full of concern and sadness, grave sadness.
“Forgive me,” he whispered and kissed the back of your hand. “Hate is something I could neverfeel for you. Of everyone in my life, you are the last person I could hate.”
Your chest lurched and butterflies began to flutter in your gut. “Why? Why have you…”
His words cut you off. “I carry burdens on my shoulders and no one else should ever have to bear them, least of all the one who has my heart.”
You gripped Thorin’s hand tighter, your fingers lacing in his, and you turned in towards him. “Your burden is carried by all of us, Thorin, and you don’t see that. Every one of us: me, Bilbo, all of the Dwarves who heard your call to them; we carry that with you.”
For the first time since meeting him, you saw Thorin smile. His eyes sparkled with hope, love and absolute joy.
You leaned forward and placed a kiss on Thorin’s brow, lingering there for a few seconds. “You are so loved,” you whispered. “You have no idea how much.”
“Do you forgive me for acting in the way I have?” Thorin asked, his voice a whisper as you rested your head against his.
“There is nothing at all to forgive. I just want to ease your burdens and be beside you.”
Thorin lifted his head and looked upon you for a few seconds and then he swept you both into a kiss. It was so quick that you lost your breath, being completely caught off guard. Thorin’s calloused, yet gentle palms cupped your cheeks, and his fingers dried your tears. Both of you held each other tight and deepened the kiss, feeling warmth rise.
As your kiss ended, Thorin was still smiling. He took your hand again in his and looked upon both of them, joined. He chuckled, finally feeling his heart soar, rising from the pit of anguish and despair.
“I want to come with you tomorrow,” you told him, speaking against his previous demand that you stay in Lake-town.
“It is far too dangerous for you, my love,” Thorin told you, the smile slipping from his face. “We may all find ourselves cast into dragon fire come this time tomorrow, and that is not a fate I wish for you to endure. If I am to die, I want to die knowing that you are still able to live a life of happiness.”
“I’d rather die next to you than have to live the rest of my life without you,” you replied, feeling tears fall down your cheeks again.
“There is not only Smaug to consider, but my grandfather succumb….”
“I know what happened to your grandfather, and I’ll be there with you. I will be beside you.”
Thorin’s gaze left yours and he looked down at the wooden slats beneath his boots and then lifted his head back up, looking at you. “If we are to find ourselves victorious, would you do me the honour of being my Queen?”
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rhymeswithrasonrodd · 5 years
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Don't feel like crying
PART I - PART II
Pairing: Jason Todd x fem Reader
Warnings: cuss words, drinking.
Category: a bit angst
A/N: I wrote this fic bc I'm unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Sigrid and this song of hers (see title). So it's kind of based on the lyrics? Also, this is the first time I post anything I write on this blog. I'm not sure if I like it (you can tell me what you think), but I'll give it a go. I had to split it cause it got loooong. Oops.
* flashbacks in italics. "Y/N/N" = your nickname
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You were feeling sad and tampering it didn't seem right.
You always try and sit with your feelings, until you work out whatever it is, instead of running from it.
Of course that doesn't work when it comes to how you feel about Jason.
You are head over heels for the boy with the dazzling smile and eyes colored with all of the blue shades in the ocean, ones that you would gladly drown in.
When the afternoon sun casted it's golden light on his face, he was throwing his head back, laughing at his own story, something about Tim and Damian's most recent fight, that he found so damn funny.
You weren't paying attention really, how could you, when you're being graced with your favourite sound in the world.
What a view he is, all the time actually, but when he laughs, he's ravishing.
You felt like you were falling for him for the millionth time that day, and suddenly all the feelings you had bottled up for so long were like a shaken up soda can that was now open and made a mess on the small coffee shop table you two were sitting at. 
"Jason, I'm in love with you" you splutter, interrupting his story that suddenly, wasn't so funny anymore.
His face fell.
"w-WHAT?" He says it louder than intended, taken aback by your sudden confession, that you regretted as soon as it left your mouth.
"I'm in love with you, Jay" you repeat, much slow and lower this time, looking down at your hands.
After what felt like eons has passed, he gave you a sad look.
"Y/N/N... I-fuck. I'm sorry I-" he runs a hand down his face, sighing. "I can't do this right now. I'm sorr-"
"It's okay, Jay" you cut him, knowing exacly where this was going.
"It's okay. I-I gotta go now" you say getting up and rushing to the door to get out of the mess you made.
"Y/N, WAIT!... fuck!" you hear him calling, before the door close behind you.
That was three days ago.
He hadn't called, or texted.
But you got the message.
You feel stupid, to say the least. Mostly because you wasted a perfect opportunity of being quiet and not ruining your friendship with him.
You don't even know when, or how, this "falling in love" thing happened.
Now thinking, maybe that was sometime between playing fuck/marry/kill "Harry Potter edition" among other "editions" he'd come up with, that you would always end up bickering about.
Maybe it was amidst one of the many late night phone calls about a nightmare, that turned into long conversations, about everything and anything.
Maybe it was one of those times he came back from a mission, safe and sound, and you felt like you could breathe again.
Jason was your best friend, the one you could always count on, the one you would do anything for. He is your whole world.
You feel like a hand is wrapping around your heart squeezing it tightly.
You miss him so much.
Your eyes starts flooding again.
You are sprawled on your couch so lost in your thoughts you didn't notice the sky changing from bright and light shades to darker ones.
You turn your head to the side to look at the forgotten movie, now on it's credits, playing on the tv. Upset that you missed the ending, you wonder if the Finnick guy gave up on that assisted suicide contract to stay with the funny and happy Daenerys girl.
You hope so.
You are feeling frustrated, sluggish and anxious.
And annoyed at your phone that won't stop vibrating.
Reaching for it on the floor, you dry your eyes with the back of your hand so you can read Stephs messages. She wants you to go with her and Babs to this new club opening tonight.
Definitely you're not in the mood to go out but at least you don't feel like crying anymore.
You pondered about it for a minute.
Mindlessly looking around the room, you spot your keys on the coffee table, with a "W.W.J.D." bracelet attached on it, as a keychain.
Despite respecting people who really use it for it's purpose, if someone still uses this nowadays, it was a joke between you and Jason.
Your aunt gave it to you to "help you take thoughtful decisions on the right path, that is, our Saviour's path" on her words. When Jason saw it on your wrist, he hooked his index finger on the elastic bracelet, pulling and releasing it making your skin sting a bit. "For better decision making advice, you should change that 'J' of 'Jesus' to 'Jason'".
You snorted. What Would Jason Do?
He was probably ordering those takeout garbage he likes right now. Probably not thinking on what you're doing. He probably has someone else to worry abou-
Your reinless thoughts were cut by someone banging at you door.
Heart pounding loud on your chest, you went to hesitantly open the door, revealing an annoyed looking Stephanie, glaring at you.
"So, you're coming out of this lair or what?" she says stepping into your apartment going straight to your bedroom, followed by Barbara.
"Hi, babe" Babs smiles, giving you a quick hug. "Please say you're coming with us!'
"You're coming with us" you sigh. "Help me look presentable, yeah?" You smile at her, heading to your bedroom hoping for some kind of miracle.
The city air was cold tonight, as expected from Gotham, but it was good to be outside with your friends, you missed this, missed messing around with them.
You allowed yourself to feel good and have a good time, dancing and drinking a bit more than you should.
It was four a.m. when you and the girls decided to call it a night.
In the cab on your way home, the party bliss you were feeling starts to fade leaving you drunk and sad.
It hurts not having your feelings reciprocated, but it hurts more just to think things now won't be the same between you and Jason.
Why can't you just get your shit together and call him?
Tell him to pretend that never happened and move on, as friends, just like it used to be. Just being friends is okay. It's fine. Right? It would have to do.
A lump on your throat was forming again with the familiar sting on your eyes.
Thanking and wishing the cab driver a good night, you get out of the car, feeling your feet aching, you ask yourself why the hell you insist on wearing this high heels crap.
Walking down the hall to your apartment, you text Steph and Babs to let them know you got home in safety.
You see a moviment in front of you and look up from your phone to see Jason getting up from the floor, where he was sitting at your door.
"Morning" he says sheepshly, looking exhausted.
"Jay, are you alright?" you manage to ask, not being able to hear your own voice but your heart slamming loudly in your chest.
Fighting the urge to throw yourself at him and hug him tightly, you scan his face, looking for any injuries, then down his body and up again meeting ocean, sleepy eyes.
God. He is gorgeous.
"I needed to see you." He runs a hand through his messy hair, sighing "Can we talk?"
You nod, sucking in a breath.
"Come on in" you say unlocking the door, stepping aside to let him in first.
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chennqingg · 2 months
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𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖉 - 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗
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summary: you get falsely accused of a crime you didn't commit and as punishment, you are imprisoned until there's proof of your innocence. loki teams up with thor, heimdall, sif & the warriors three to come up with a plan prove your innocence.
author's note: *takes a deep breath* okay, where do i even begin? buckle up everyone, this oneshot is very long! this fic is very intense so be ready for the rollercoaster of emotions and everything. your blood is definitely gonna boil for this one, so please remember to breathe 😅 (had to remind myself to breathe too when i was writing this)
this was my favorite (angsty) fic to write by far for the prince & the warrior (despite all the emotional rollercoasters & the bullshit reader has to go through in here). i hope y'all enjoy this oneshot and i hope you guys look forward to more prince & the warrior fics :)
side note: i know the votes for my poll i did a while ago where i asked everyone which oneshot they wanted to read first. the return (winter soldier & the healer) was the oneshot that the majority wanted to read first. however, i ended up finishing this one first (i got a little too carried away in writing this oneshot, my creativity was on blast), i promise that the return (winter soldier & the healer) oneshot will be next.
pairing: loki odinson x fem!warrior! reader (feat. thor, sif, heimdall & the warriors three)
warning(s): angst (this is very angsty, it's gonna hurt your soul angst. another day, another angsty oneshot), a hellfire amount of drama, hints of yandere-ish behavior, false rumors against reader, rollercoaster of emotions, loki feeling guilty, torture, reader getting called horrible names, cursing/swear words, mentions of blood, thor and loki arguing, lots and lots of crying, let me know if i missed any!
loki masterlist ★ prince & the warrior masterlist ★ part 2
About 3 months had passed since you and Loki shared your first kiss together along with you accepting his proposal. Loki had asked his father for permission to court you, to which Odin refused because of the differences of your social classes until Frigga intervened. In the end, you had to make a big sacrifice, you gave up your oath as a warrior and your position as Loki's bodyguard, something that did hurt you slightly, but you were willing to do anything to be with Loki.
Every single day, instead of being in the training grounds, you were always with two female tutors who taught you your princess and royal lessons.
"So, can you name all of the Nine Realms again, Princess Y/N?" Runa, one of your tutors asked.
"Asgard, Midgard, Vanaheim, Alfeim, Jotunheim, Svartalfheim, Nidavellir, Niflheim and Muspelheim," you answered. "And Helheim if you wish to count that."
Runa gave you a big smile as she clapped her hands. "Wonderful job, my princess, you're slowly improving."
You gave Runa a small smile as you gazed your eyes at Sigrid, your other tutor who rolled her eyes at you when she entered the study room. Yes, for some reason, Sigrid tended to be harsh on you when she was teaching you alongside Runa, you didn't mind at all because after all, you went through rigorous training once as a warrior, so having royal lessons wouldn't be too bad. Runa on the other hand was very kind and understanding towards you, although you didn't come from a noble background of any sort or have royal blood, she still referred to you as 'princess' behind closed doors even though you and Loki were still courting.
"Thank you, Lady Runa," you replied, giving her a nod.
"Would you like to go out on a walk for some fresh air?" Runa offered. "You've been working hard on your lessons without any breaks."
"I'd love to," you said.
"Alright then," she responds as she then turns her attention to Sigrid. "Sigrid, would you take Princess Y/N out for some fresh air while I clean up the study?"
Sigrid huffed as she crossed her arms across her chest. "Okay. Come on."
Feeling your stomach drop, you reluctantly got up from your seat to exit the study. Sigrid let you go out the study first before she shut the door rather loudly behind her. Without speaking a word to you, Sigrid started leading the way outside of the palace while you obediently followed suit.
Reaching a corridor where it was rather quiet, Sigrid suddenly raised her hand at you, holding a small knife in her hand, but before she could even get her hands on you, you caught her wrist swiftly thanks to your fast reflexes as a warrior.
"What's gotten into you, Lady Sigrid?" you asked Sigrid, clutching her wrist rather tightly as you took the knife out of her hand. "I understand that I was hard to teach for the first few days, but that doesn't give you the right to beat me, more or less, kill me."
Sigrid started laughing maniacally, causing you to let go of her wrist and back away, concern written over your face. "I am still in disbelief that Odin himself allowed a lowlife like you to marry his son," she sneered. "I promise you, you won't get him that easily like you want."
You scoffed as you rolled your eyes. "What did I do to you that involves Prince Loki in this situation?"
"Oh...you know before you came along, he was someone I always admired as I was growing up," Sigrid grinned. "Until you came along and took him away."
"That's not really an issue that involves me, Lady Sigrid," you retorted, crossing your arms. "The prince and I were very close when we were young children, you could've just gone and spoke to him when you had the opportunity before he decided to court me."
Out of words to say, Sigrid just chuckled as she trotted outside. "Just remember, Y/N. You won't have it easy like you think. You're going to pay for taking him away from me."
Sighing, you didn't feel like going out for fresh air any longer. Before you turned back to your study, haste footsteps came from around the corridor and Sif managed to tap her hand on your shoulder to grab your attention.
"What just happened?" she asked out of curiosity as you turned around to face her. "I happened to listen on your conversation with Sigrid earlier when I was about to turn into this corridor."
Looking around to make sure no one was around, you motioned Sif to come closer as you whispered to her.
"Sigrid pulled this knife from her dress and nearly attacked me with it," you explained as quietly as possible as you gave the knife to Sif. "Keep this as evidence, I don't have a good feeling because she may or may not be planning something."
Sif nodded as she allowed you to return back to your study. Once you returned to your study, Runa was still tidying up the study and when the door creaked open, she glanced back to see who entered the room.
"Oh, you're back early from your walk," Runa said as she turned her attention to you. "Is everything alright?"
Deciding to brush off the events between you and Sigrid a few minutes ago, you gave Runa a nod. "Yes, I'm fine. I think I've rather have a snack before the next lesson."
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As the night fell, you remained inside of your study, studying the lessons you had today to prepare yourself for the next day. Needless to say, you were getting tired since you've been in your study for the entire day, so as you put your notes and books away, you made your way back to your private chambers.
Before you could enter your chambers, there were two guards waiting for you there. Confused, you sauntered over to them and attempted to reach for the doorhandles until their weapons blocked it.
"W-What's all of this about?" you demanded.
"Lady Y/N, you are infidel to His Majesty, Prince Loki," the first guard spoke up. "You are to be inside of the prisons immediately."
Your body immediately went cold, then you remembered what happened mere hours ago with Sigrid...
"I beg your pardon, but I never left my study until now," you protested to the guards. "I would never be unfaithful to the prince in any way."
"There was a few witnesses who caught you seducing another man," the second guard raised his voice at you. "You are to be sent to the dungeons immediately."
'I didn't think this woman would go this low just to be with him,' you thought as the guards grabbed you and dragged you out of the palace. 'She most likely uses magic as well, she must've used her seidr to transform herself into me to seduce other men...'
With your experience as a warrior, you were fighting to get out of their grasp. You managed to get out of their grasp for a moment before they grabbed you again, but a flash of green seidr blasted the guards and freed you once again.
"Y/N, my dove, are you alright?!" Loki exclaimed as he rushed over to your side to help you stand.
You let out a soft chuckle, trying to stay strong for Loki. "I'm alright, my prince."
Loki then leaned closer, his lips now close to your ear. "What's going on? Where are these guards taking you?"
Before you could speak, the first guard spoke up: "Lady Y/N was seducing a man, which breaks the rules of your courtship. She will be imprisoned."
Loki eyes widened in disbelief when he turned to you, his now bright blue eyes turned dark, piercing into your eyes. He was visibly angry, that you would do such an act. Before he could speak, you spoke up first.
"Loki, please listen to me first..." you begged him, tears beginning to well up in your eyes as the guards grabbed you again as your fingers held onto his tunic. "It wasn't me, if you want to know who it could be...Sigrid."
By the time Sigrid's name came out of your mouth, you were dragged away from Loki. The name rang a bell to him, she was one of your tutors who taught you your royal duties and lessons. Before he could grab a hold of your hand to stop you from being dragged away, another guard grabbed a hold of Loki.
"I demand you to release me this instant!" Loki angrily protested as he tried to free himself as he watched you get dragged away in front of him. Tears were beginning to cloud his vision once you were out of sight.
"Lady Y/N will be locked up in the dungeons until there's proof of her innocence," the guard explained. "If there's no evidence of her innocence, then your courtship with her is nullified and she is to be executed."
"She would never commit such atrocities!" Loki exclaimed, the tears that were welling up in his eyes now streaming down his face. "I...I need to save her!" Loki then uses his seidr to free himself from the guard, now in a panic, Loki scrambled out of the corridor to find his brother.
Once you reached the dungeons, a place where you'd never thought you would visit in your life, the guards threw you inside of an empty cell. You fell harshly against the ground as they walked away after locking you up.
When the guards were out of sight, you heard the sound of someone using magic to enter your cell. It was clear as day who it was, Sigrid. She used her index and her thumb to lift your chin up to look at her and then she used her other hand to slap you.
"This won't be the first time I do this to you," she snickered as she pulls your hair. "I'm going to make you suffer."
"Do your worst, Sigrid," you responded, glaring at her.
She slapped you again, the sound of her slap resonating this time, harder than the first as she spat out: "He doesn't deserve you, you lowlife bitch. He deserves someone who was born prestigious."
You let out a scoff. "You don't deserve him, even your prestigious background isn't going to save you."
Your words caused Sigrid to snap, she began to slap you across the face several times. However, being the warrior that you were, you toughed out the pain as this was the bare minimum. Then, she proceeded to kick you in the stomach harshly, causing you to fall back. She approached you again with an evil smirk gracing her face.
"I'm going to have him no matter what," Sigrid declared, placing her foot on your stomach, making you yelp in pain as she delves her foot deeper. "Even if I have to go to the point of killing you or him, I'm going to get what I want."
After those words, Sigrid finally disappeared from your cell. You let out a cough, you continued to cough until blood came out of your mouth, staining the white floor of your cell. "Norns..." you muttered to yourself as you clutched your stomach. "This isn't the worst of it, it's just the beginning..."
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"Thor!" Loki roared as he roamed through the palace, looking for his brother.
Thor happened to turn from the corridor, immediately rushing towards his younger brother who was clearly in distress.
"What's the matter with you?!" Thor asked as he grabbed Loki by his forearms and shaking him. "What happened?"
"Y/N...she's accused of something she didn't do..." Loki cried, immediately breaking down.
Thor, now realizing the weight of the situation immediately took Loki into another room inside of the palace. He snuck Loki in first before he let himself inside, locking the door behind him.
Letting out a sigh, Thor looked at his brother who was shaking. He engulfed him in a hug, his arms wrapped around his younger brother's slim body tightly in hopes of comforting him. Once Loki finally calmed down, he used his sleeve to wipe the remainder of his tears.
"What happened?" Thor asked again.
"Y/N was accused of something she didn't do," Loki repeated himself, fiddling with his fingers. "Before I could say anything, she was dragged away to the dungeons before I could save her..."
"You fool!" Thor bellowed, causing Loki to flinch. "How could you have let those guards do that to her?!"
"I wanted to save her!" Loki snapped. "A guard was holding me back from trying to get to her! But I remembered what Y/N told me before she was taken to the dungeons."
"What did she say?"
"She mentioned someone by the name of Sigrid. If I recall, Sigrid is one of her mentors with her royal duties and lessons."
Thor's eyes immediately widened to the size of plates, the name also rang a bell to him as well. "Brother, Sigrid is the lady from years ago who would always try and get your attention."
"What do you mean?"
"This woman watched your every move since you were young, she practically thinks she knows everything about you. What you like, what you don't like, your weaknesses. I remembered that when she managed to learn the magic of disguising herself into different people, the first person she turned into was Lady Y/N when she was out on a mission with Lady Sif."
Loki's eyes lit up up, immediately recalling what Thor was talking about. "Oh, now I remember her! That wrench disguised herself as Y/N, pretending to be her returning from the mission. But I saw right through her, she had to be punished for that."
"By now, the woman's magic most likely improved..." Thor sighed. "We can't let her ruin Lady Y/N's honor like this."
"My magic is far stronger than hers. After all, I am the God of Mischief and Lies," Loki smirked. "That wrench won't get away from me that easily."
Thor chuckled as he pat Loki on the shoulder. "Now that's how my brother should stand up for his woman. I'll help you too, I'll ask Heimdall, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three to help out and collect evidence."
Loki's crystal blue eyes brightened up as he pulled his big oaf of a brother into another hug. "Thank you."
Thor smiled as he wrapped his arms around his brother again. "Lady Y/N is my friend too, I can't let this lowlife of a woman stain her honor."
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It was quite late into the night, Thor, Loki, Lady Sif, Heimdall and the Warriors Three entered an empty tavern in the Asgardian town wearing dark cloaks to shield their identities. Before closing the tavern's doors, Heimdall took another glance to see if any of the Asgardian citizens caught them, confirming that the streets were empty, he shut the doors and latched them shut.
Thor, Sif, the Warriors Three and Heimdall took their seats at one of the large tables in the tavern. Loki's mind was racing, he couldn't bring himself to even take a seat at all, he was pacing around.
"Brother, take a seat," Thor told him. "I promise you that we won't allow this wrench get away with what she's done."
Loki quietly turned his head to face everyone who were sitting, Volstagg, Hogun, Heimdall, Fandral and Sif nodded at him. Which Loki took as his sign to finally take a seat.
"I apologize," Loki spoke as he fiddled with the palm of his hand. "I'm just worried."
"We're going to come up with a plan to prove of her innocence," Sif assures him. "By the looks of this woman, she isn't that smart either because I saw her nearly attack Y/N with this knife right here."
Sif pulls out the same knife that Sigrid had earlier and placed it on the table. The knife was silver with red jewels adorning the handle and a red Asgardian pattern on the blade.
"We have one witness, which is me," Sif continued. "She hid the knife within her dress and attacked Y/N with it, but Y/N managed to stop her."
"Where did you find the knife?" Loki asked her.
"When Sigrid left the corridor, I entered in and Y/N gave the knife to me. She told me about the altercation they had and gave me the knife to keep as evidence in case she plans something."
"And she clearly did plan something," Fandral scoffed as he leaned back on his seat. "Now, we have to come up with a plan to save Lady Y/N."
"Let's begin with the plan then," Loki announced, his voice was desperate, yet mixed with anger at the same time. He felt more tears prick his eyes, but he held them back. "And put this wrench in her place for harming the future princess of Asgard."
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theepolynesian · 7 years
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The Elf and the Dwarf (ch. 9)
Overall Summary: Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain.
Chapter Summary: The end is finally here. You are ready to get married to the one you love.
Pairings: Thorin x Fem!Reader
Previous Chapter: Chapter 8
A/N: Here it is folks. The last ever chapter of the Elf and the Dwarf. This is the very first story I’ve posted for The Hobbit and there is absolutely no regrets. Now that it’s done, I have to admit: this story was actually going to be reader going on a trip to destroy the ring, but I didn’t do it because I already have that in Adventure Awaits. Thank you to all those who has been there from the beginning and have stuck it out with me till the end even though it went from good to shit. I love you all so much. Everyone single one of you. I also will be posting little drabbles of life together.
The both of you do not wake until the sun is high into the sky, much to your surprise. You figured he’d be gone by now.
“Morning amralime,” he mumbles before stretching and throwing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. You smile and turn in his arms to face him. You place a kiss on his nose and you giggle as his nose twitches a bit, eyes closed.
“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the day?” you ask him.
“I’m the king love, I can do whatever I want,” he says, pulling you flush against him. If you didn’t think you could get any closer to him, you were absolutely wrong.
“Thorin,” you complain.
“Y/n,” he mocks, not opening his eyes.
“You have a kingdom to run and I have a king to check on,” you grumble, pulling back a bit so you could breathe.
“Who do you have to check on? I’m right here,” Thorin mumbles, hair falling across his face.
You laugh and push his hair back to its original place.
“I’m talking about Bard. He needs to know that he may or may not need to replace his most trusted advisor,” you inform him, trying to get out of his grasp.
“Can’t he wait a day? I haven’t slept this comfortably in forever,” Thorin asks, grip tightening and one eye opening.
Who knew Thorin could be this clingy?
“No. I want to get this done as soon as possible,” you tell him, poking his belly. He lets you go with a giggle and you stand, smiling at his antics.
“You left a few articles of clothing here,” Thorin grumbles. “Do you often come here?” you ask, opening to wardrobe to find that you did indeed leave clothes here.
“Only when I missed you,” he says, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.
“So everyday?” you ask jokingly, pulling on trousers and a tunic.
“Yes, actually,” He says, making you pause. You didn’t think that he had missed you in the month that you were gone. You just figured that he was happy to get rid of you. Though, now it kind of made sense.
“Please don’t think too much about it. It’ll start to sound creepier as the time passes,” Thorin mumbles and you laugh, slipping on your tunic.
“You know what’s the hardest part of this?” he asks as you twist your hair into a bun, something that Sigrid taught you.
“Hmm?” you mumble, walking over to the vanity to fix anything amiss.
“You’re taller than me,” he says and you laugh, looking at him through the mirror.
He has made absolutely no effort to get out of bed. He was just staring at the ceiling with his arms resting behind his head. You shake your head.
“I’m only a little bit taller than you,” you say.
You move around the room to collect your clothing.
“You’re a foot taller than me and probably more. If we ever get married, I’d need a box to kiss you,” He grumbles and you laugh, making your way to his side of the bed.
“I’d love to marry you, box or no box,” you say, before placing a kiss on his lips. He smiles at you as you break away.
“Now. I must go. I shall see you later,” you say, before leaving. Thorin just continues to lay in bed, staring at the ceiling and wonder how you could love him so.
The months courting Thorin has been the best months of your life.
Bard had asked you to stay on his council saying that he would be lost without you. You had agreed, but only because you didn’t know what you would do without the job. Thorin was always busy so there was no reason for you to not stay busy.
It worked out perfectly because you would both leave at the same time and come back at the same time.
Most nights you had spent talking, some nights you were spent both sleeping, but you had never done anything more intimate. Courting rules and all that.
6 months in, he had asked you to marry him and here you were, one year later, waiting to get married.
You had wanted to get married immediately, but you also wanted your family to be there so you decided to get married 18 months after you originally started courting.
It was a strange feeling. You had never thought you’d ever get married, let alone to a king and a king of dwarves no less.
The Dwarven Kingdoms and the Elven Kingdoms were invited to attend along with Dale. Those that came included the one elf you wished had declined.
You were never present in meetings with Thranduil, opting to stay away from the meetings.
The Company had eventually found out your exact relation with King Thranduil and they were not pleased at the fact that Thranduil gave you up. Thorin was the most livid, but you had managed to calm him down. You didn’t need the two Kings to be at odds with each other.
You sigh as you hear the chatter from the inside. It was such a huge event and you were afraid that you were going to throw up.
The door opens to reveal both Lord Elrond and King Thranduil and that did not ease your nerves at all.
“Ada. Thranduil,” you say, curtly. Elrond exchanges a look with Thranduil before walking off to give you space.
“You look well,” Thranduil says, folding his hands behind his back.
“Why are you here? It’s my wedding day. I don’t want it to be ruined,” you ask coldly, wanting him to get to the point.
“It seems I owe you an explanation,” he says, looking you in the eyes. Good. At least he had some decency.
“You owe me a lot of things. But why now and why here? I am about to get married,” you say, voice cracking. You did not want to deal with this. Not now.
“I chose now because now you cannot run away from like you’ve been doing for the past year and a half,” He says and you nod, accepting the answer. It was kind of your fault.
“Let me just start off by saying that I really did love your mother. She was my first love and I will never forget that. The thing is, is that I could not stand to look at you. Not when you looked exactly like your mother. I tried. I tried so hard to keep you as my own, but I could not stand it,” He tells you and that was the honest truth.
You look exactly like your mother and it pained him more than he cared to admit.
You look at him and its obvious he’s telling you the truth; there’s a pained look on his face.
He looks away from you as he realizes you’re trying to analyze him.
“I’m not asking you to forgive me or even like me. I just thought you had the right to know the truth,” Thranduil tells you before turning and walking away.
“My lord?” you ask quietly. He pauses in his footsteps.
“I don’t think I can come to love you immediately,” you start and he turns his head slightly to look at you, “but I think, with time, I could love you. A long time, but it would happen eventually.”
He smiles slightly before looking at you and you can’t help but like his smile.
“I would like that,” he says, before walking back into the hall. Lord Elrond comes back, giving you a smile before offering up his arm.
“Ready?” he asks.
“Yes ada,” you say and with that, the both of you walking into the hall.
You try to ignore the thousands of people there as you walk down the aisle. You smile at your siblings and they all smile back. Little Estel waves at you and you give a little wave back. Just imagine when he gets older. He can tell his friends that he was present for the biggest wedding in Middle Earth.
When you see your future husband, you have to stop yourself from giggling. He was absolutely gorgeous in his blue, Durin robes, but he was standing on a box. A box created by Kili and Fili no doubt. You didn’t think he’d actually stand on a box, but there he was. He was standing in front of Balin, but his back was towards you as per tradition.
When you finally reach the alter, your nerves had finally calmed down and your excitement bubbles up. Thorin turns to look at you and he looks absolutely breathless.
“You look gorgeous,” he whispers and you smile at him
“Who gives this woman to this man?” Balin asks. You look up at your father and he’s smiling down at you.
“I do,” he says and tears gather in your eyes. The unconditional love that he has for you is absolutely amazing and you were so grateful for him.
“I love you, ada,” you say, bringing him into a hug. “I love you too, my wonder, wonderful girl,” he mutters into your hair before kissing you on your temple. You back away and he leaves to let you to get married.
Thorin holds out his hand and you take it, ready to start your life as the first ever King and Queen of Erebor to rule as an elf and dwarf.
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beenovel · 3 years
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Masterlist:
Fanfiction:
Picnics and Surprises (Sigrid x fem!Reader) - Four years after the quest you prepare a surprise for Sigrid.
A Faded Understanding (platonic company & fem!reader) - Your hair dye starts to fade and the company gets… mildly concerned (this one is less of a fic and more of a very detailed draft)
A Frankly Hilarious Misunderstanding (Kili x gn!reader, Ori x OC) - Some minor human/dwarf cultural differences lead to major confusion. (AKA Kili is a himbo that doesn’t understand human customs)
Short Stories:
The Feast - Gothic horror short story
Luck - Gothic horror short story (....... I'm seeing a theme here)
Poems:
Home of ghosts - me? vague-posting about my PTSD? never
Drowning - me? vague-posting about my depressive episodes? never
All I Can Breathe Is Our Life - Thoughts on what matters in a relationship ig
Fuck fireworks - a poem I wrote while having a panic attack on independence day
City Life - poem about what it feels like to live in the city after living most of your life with access to the country
Behind Your Eyes - poem about having memories you can't block out
What Grandpa Means
A Headstone For An Open Grave
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜
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s: you are one of the few medics in the small town of Esgaroth
p: Bard The Bowman x fem!reader
w: illness, canon-violence (upcoming chapters), explicit scenes (upcoming chapters), canon-poverty etc etc.
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1. It starts from the beginning
The usual, certain softness lacked in Bard’s brown eyes when he looked at me by my doorstep. His chest heaved, up and down, and the barely controlled panic made his words tangle together. It didn’t take a academic to know something was truly gone wrong, given that the man rarely bothered me after sunset.
”Tilda’s sick.”
I didn’t ask any more questions before grabbing my satchel and running with Bard through the town. All my medical preparations laid in my satchel I always carried around; pain-easing herbs, sleep inducing flowers and other convinient medications I would need while tending to others. The satchel had been a family posession for a long time, having seen the world with my late father and his father before him.
As soon as the door was opened, I was met by two of the three siblings, worried and pacing around the room. Based on the look Bard gave them, he must have told them to go to bed already. I couldn’t quite blame them, knowing how tense the situation was.
Bard led me through the room and behind a curtain. There was a small chamber, most likely the children’s bedroom, with three beds covered with thick cotton linens to keep the cold away. In the middle on, the largest, laid a very pale and small child.
I kneeled by the bed and took out my pocket watch to check Tilda’s pulse, my fingers carefully placed over the child’s sweaty neck. Next I rested my head against her chest to hear her very ragged breathing, Bard stayed by the curtain door. His stance was rigid and tense, one hand by his mouth in a worried way, no doubt all the worst possible scenarios going through his head. My face was calm, just like I had been taught to look like. No need to cause more panic.
”Hey, sweetie”, I spoke softly to the small girl and wiped some of the hair off of the forehead. Droplets of sweat had already formed and rolled down her face, and her usual thick and rosy cheeks were hollow and white.
”Can you show me where it hurts the most?” the child opened her eyes the slightest. Poor thing couldnt even lift a finger but I did my best to read off of her dry lips.
”Chest? Alright”
I rolled open your leather binder where all my concotions were in small viles and looked up at worried Bard, face stoic and calm as I slipped into the professional demeanour. I had to pretend it wasn’t anyone I knew, anyone I actually cared for so my feelings would not tangle in the way.
”I’ll need two bowls, cold and hot water and towels for her”, I stated clearly, wanting that the worried father would understand. He nodded promptly and dissappeared behind the curtain. I could hear him speak to Bain and Tilde while I prepared my medicines
Soon Bard emerged again, and he carefully placed two bowls on the bedside table. I thanked him briefly, alreay going through my head about which herbs would help the most in the situation.
Sigrid coughed once more, her small body wailing like a rag in the wind. Someone who didnt know better would think she’d break her bones from such.
”Oh, dear...” My face went almost as pale as the poor childs when you caught the glimpse of the back of her hand. My heart almost skipped a beat at the sight of the blood. I quickened my work, doing my best to continue staying calm.
The red blood was haunting against Tilda’s pale skin. I could hear Bard’s sharp intake of breath (one he tried to cover as well as he could, I imagine), but couldn’t glance up at him from the midst of working. Grounding up some kingsfoil and hagás to ease the pain and mixing some of my medicine into the hot water bowl, I wished and prayed these would offer some aid with the fever.
”It’s a little bit hot”, Tilda didnt seem to mind, as the hot liquid helped with the sore throat for a brief moment. Bard, who had by now gotten back up, walked out of the room. Once again I heard the two chilsren outside chatter.
Carefully I placed the bowl back by the nightstand.
”You don’t need to swallow this just yet if you feel unable”, I said softly while gently prying the girls lips open just enough so I could slip a rolled leaf with kingsfoil and hagás into her mouth.
”The leaf will soften in few minutes and then it’ll be easier”, I priomised the girl.
Outside the children’s room, Bain and Sigrid were sitting by the fire, while their father was staring out the window, into the snowy night. There wasn’t much light, other than the few candles the children had been kind enough to put on the wooden table. It made the situation at hand even darker.
”I’d like to speak with your father”, I spoke so softly it was almost a whisper to Sigrid. She bit her lip, eyes glossy and nodded. Both turned to the dark haired man. Desperation was written all over his face. He looked so different from usual. It wrenched my heart.
A bit further away from the children I broke all the knowledge I had so far with a heavy heart in my chest.
”Tilda has blood cough”, I grimly stated , making Bard swallow thickly. ”I’ve given her some kingsfoil and hagás for the pain and a concotion of mine for the actual illness.”
Bard’s eyebrows were furrowed deeply and he clenched his jaw. I didn’t know of the Bagreman that much, but I did know of his late wife, who had passed away from the same illness a long time ago. And now little Tilda was in same position, so I couldn’t even imagine the worry.
”The night will show wether she’ll...” I trailed off. ”But you did right getting me. Now she has the help she needs”, I attempted to ease him.
”What do you believe?” Bard asked, his already deep and gravely voice even huskier. His brown eyes pierces through me like a bolt and I bit the inside of my cheek in thought, glancing at Tilda’s siblings further away.
”Tilda’s very young, she has much better chances at beating this than the old townfolk”, I said confidently. It was true, her immunity factor would kick in much stronger. I lifted my hand by his bicep to give him a reassuring squeeze.
”I know it’s difficult, but you have two children right there who need you right now”, I reminded, tone a little bit more stern this time. Bard looked at me and nodded in agreement. He wasn’t a daft after all, not even in such ill conditions.
”You should all try and rest, I’ll be with Tilda’s the night. No buts or ifs”, I cut the man off before he even managed to say anything in between. Bard, seemingly knowing about my stubborness enough, didnt put up a fight, instead nodded. I turned to Bain and Sigrid aswell.
”That goes for you too, medic’s orders. You can’t do anything for your sister if you’re dropping like weed”, I noted, lips tugging into a faint smile in the faint lighting.
I helped Bard and the children (mostly the children, given that the Bagreman barely stood still for a few seconds) to get comfortable by their fireplace. Every now and then Bard would offer me tea or anything warm for that matter and every time I’d politely decline, knowing how hard it already was to someone feed their family.
As the midnight rolled over the town and the sky was now painted with stars, I sat by the small girl’s bed, wiping the sweat away. It was a sad sight, of course it was, and even though as a medic I had seen quite many things this one was one of the saddest ones.
”Your da and Bain and Sigrid are very worried”, I spoke to Tilda , the same way I had done for many others while they were battling with fever. Poor lass’ face was paler than before and her breathing was very raggedy. Everytime she’d cough there would be dark splatters of blood on the tissue.
I dapped a few drops of her medication on her lips and let it fall into her mouth itself. I could hear Bard walking around in the other room, despite of my attempts to calm him down. He had made sure that Bain and Sigrid had gone to bed, by the fire and now kept and eye out for the medic if I happened to need anything. I was ready to go give him the ultimatum, not wanting for him to drop from lack of sleep aswell although I knew better than that. He was a passionate man, and very caring to the point he’d stay up the whole week if that was what it took.
I hadn’t really talked with the bargeman much before, but his reputation exceeded him. He was thoughtful, and rational and calm, something I could appreciate. Especially now. Only if his thick head would give in for a moment.
It wasn’t like I actually needed to know someone to help them. My father had taught me ever since birth to overlook the wealth and prosperity of someone, as it sometime would be better to help the less fortunate than a man with all the gold in the worlds. When I was younger I never really understood what he meant by it, but I thought it was a nice sentiment. The master of Laketown had all the gold in the town, and because of that believed he could buy anything and everything. As if he was a sort of a god. And now I absolutely despised him because of it.
”You’re going to alright, darling”, I swiped Tilda’s forehead again, glancing outside through the small window. The moon was almost full, and shone light into the room. It made the poor child look even more pale and I sighed heavily, leaning to the side of the bed.
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chennqingg · 2 months
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💫 Quick Poll 💫
hello everyone, another day, another poll as i finish up drabbles for Winter Soldier & the Healer (Bucky Barnes x fem!healer! reader) and Prince & the Warrior (Loki x fem!warrior! reader). which stories would you like to read first from my drafts?
Stories that are currently in my drafts:
‣ Little Green Snake (Loki oneshot) a part 2 to this oneshot
summary: granting your wish, Loki takes you to Asgard. after spending a couple of days in Asgard with Loki, you eventually fall in love with him.
The Captain & the Secret Agent (Steve Rogers x fem!agent! reader)
‣ Failure (potential oneshot)
summary: after you & Steve made amends with each other, you decide to go on one last solo mission alone that didn't end with good results and you learn that Steve is so much more than a Captain leading the team when he comforts you.
The Prince & the Warrior (Loki x fem!warrior! reader)
‣ The Truth (oneshot) part 2 to this oneshot
summary: during your imprisonment, Loki, Thor, Sif & The Warriors Three collects evidence of Sigrid's doing & proves your innocence right before you are to be executed.
tags (if anyone wants to vote, no pressure): @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @itsjullii @emqaep @navs-bhat @rogersbarber @jenniferpendragon @qalijahbydior @herdetectivetheorist
let me know what you think :)
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