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namjoon-koya · 3 years

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Hey there, I just LOVE your work with avengers x daughter!reader so I had a request for you...I'm sorry if it's too much..

Could you write an imagine where the reader is the daughter of Stephen Strange. She never went to school but learnt magic with her dad and became an avenger. She was best friends with Peter and was also secretly crushing on him, and was always open to her dad about this but she couldn't tell Peter because he was always telling her stuff about MJ so her dad encourages her into confessing to Peter and she actually ends up with him?

(A/N: dude I haven’t done a marvel request in a while 🥺 but this request is really cute so I’ll do it!!)

Warning: maybe just the reader feeling insecure, but that’s about it.

Being the daughter of a sorcerer was pretty amazing if you do say so yourself, it’s not everyday where a teenager learns magic and uses it against criminals. It also wasn’t everyday where a teenager would join the avengers along side with their father, Steven Strange was your father it was always the both of you, but he would always be busy with being a doctor and everything UNTIL he got into a car accident and was put in the hospital. He wasn’t the same after that.. the car accident messed up his hands badly and his career just vanished before his eyes, until he went on a trip to the Himalayas and found his purpose again. He came back home only to show you what he learned there and told you everything about what happened, after that he moved you into the house where he was trained since now he was the new master for the sorcerers there.

You stopped going to school, but that didn’t mean you’d stop getting an education your father was smart so he taught you eveything he knew. He even taught you magic it amazed him how quickly you learned even Wong was impressed “She might become the new master in the future.” He would always say to Strange which made him proud he knew you’d be amazing if you did. After teaching you everything he knew about magic he decided to introduce you to the avengers, EVERYONE was shocked that he even had a daughter “so why didn’t we know about her?” Tony asked “it wasn’t necessary for you guys to know especially since she didn’t know any magic like I did.” He simply responded.

Everyone become like a close family to you, Steve taught you about his era and even how to draw which was amazing since his drawings looked very realistic. Natasha was like a mother to you, she’d given you so much advise and even how to fight (but you never liked fighting against her since she’d always win.) Thor was like a fun uncle you two broke so many rules and he’d even challenge you to see who could eat the most PopTarts (yeah you’re losing this one too.) Bucky was a bit harder to get close to, he wasn’t sure of himself or anyone else besides Steve, Steve didn’t tell you everything about his past only that Bucky endured a lot of painful things which made him not able to trust people quickly. He slowly did start trusting you afterwards when you talked to him more and showed him the magic your father taught you.

Then there was Peter Parker who was around your age, the both of you became friends quickly when Tony introduced him to you. The both of you shared the same interests in things and whenever Peter was having trouble you’d be the person he would always text or call. It was only a few months later did you realize your feelings for him, but unfortunately Peter always talked about a girl in his class named MJ. At first you tried not showing your feelings about it, but everytime he mentioned her name you couldn’t help; but just roll your eyes. It was obvious he liked her if he mentioned her all the time, you started spending less time with him always saying “I need to go study more spells.” Or “Sorry I’m spending time with my dad.” When really you were sulking around the avengers tower.

You were sitting near Bucky as you had a notebook in your lap as you drew a sketch of him, he never really cared if you drew him he was always happy to see the results when you were done. This time though something was off you were glaring down at the paper and you were pressing your pencil so hard onto the sheet of paper “Y/N is something wrong?” He asked you finally looked away from the sketch and looked at him “n-no! What why would you say that?” You ask nervously. “Well.. you seem to be really.. rough with the paper and I could hear you often mumble some words.” Shit why did you always forget he was a super soldier and he could hear things so easily?! “Have you ever.. liked someone?” You asked brining the notebook a bit higher to your face so Bucky wouldn’t see you blushing “Y/N why are you asking me this? Seriously what’s going on?” He asked.

“Finnne! You can’t tell anyone! S-So.. I’ve been liking Peter for a while and-“ Bucky quickly interrupts you “the spider..kid?” He asked. You sighed “Yes Bucky the Spider-Kid anyways.. I’ve been liking him for a while, but I think he likes someone else.” You frown sadly “he’s always mentioning their name when they have absolutely nothing to do with our conversation so I’ve-“ suddenly you hear someone come into the room you quickly shut your mouth and pull the notebook up to your face again. “and here I thought I was alone in the avengers tower.” You heard Loki say as he sat next to you.

“We were having a conversation.” Bucky said to him while crossing his arms “oh? Do enlighten me about this conversation.” Loki said sarcastically.

Bucky then starts arguing against Loki as Loki only argues against him, you let out a sigh before getting up from the couch and leaving to your room. Once you get to your room you set your notebook down before throwing yourself onto your bed and whine into your pillow, it was so frustrating. You wanted to tell Peter how you felt, but he already liked someone and you were scared that you’d ruin the friendship between the both of you. You got up from your bed and you summoned a portal to where your father was, you stepped inside the portal as you did it closed right behind you.

“Dad?” You called out to him as you did so suddenly you saw your father’s red cape quickly rush to you before wrapping itself around you, you giggled “I missed you too pal.” You saw your father walk down the stairs “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked as his cape returned back to him. “I just.. wanted to see you it’s been 2 days since I’ve last seen you.” Your father smiled at you gently “I know and I’m sorry.. I’ve been busy with the other sorcerers and helping them master magic.” You nodded “it’s okay.. I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” You said before going over to sit down, your father followed behind you as he sat down across from you.

Two cups of tea summoned before you both “thank you.” You said taking a sip “You’re welcome now what’s wrong Y/N?” Your father asked. You let out a sigh “you know Peter Parker right?” He nodded “that spider-kid right?” You rolled your eyes “Yes.. well we’ve been best friends for a long time and you know we get along pretty well and I’d say we have similar taste in things and well.. I-I’m in love with him, but I don’t think he likes me.” Your father didn’t interrupt you as he carefully listened to every word you said “he keeps mentioning someone else and I can’t help, but get jealous y’know? I try not to because I don’t want to ruin our friendship, but.. I just really care about him and I want to tell him; but I’m afraid..” you said lowering your gaze down to the ground.

“Afraid? Afraid of what sweetie?” Your father asked “of getting rejected.. or him wanting to stop being friends with me..” you said bringing your knees close to your chest your father quickly gets up and wraps his arms around you “Y/N.. it’s okay to be afraid, but I think you should tell him.”

“But what if he doesn’t like me?” You asked.

“Sometimes not everyone we love will be in our future Y/N, but if you don’t tell him how will you know if he does or doesn’t love you?” He was right, even if Peter didn’t like you like that at least you would know.. “Thank you dad.. I’m going to tell him then.” You said getting up from your chair you summoned a portal to your room before you leave you quickly jump into his arms and give him a hug “thank you dad for the advice.” You say to him he hugs you back gently stroking your hair “of course Y/N I’ll be at the avengers tower soon.” He said letting you go. You nodded before stepping inside the portal and close it, you send Peter a message asking him to come to your room once he was done with school for the day.

While you waited you felt yourself getting nauseous as seconds and minutes passed by what if he wasn’t coming? What if he stopped being friends with you because you didn’t hang out with him anymore? Suddenly you heard your door click open you looked up and saw Peter his faced was flushed as he was breathing heavily “I-I got your text what’s up?” He asked He came running to you? Why would he even do that? You didn’t know what to say you only grabbed your pillow and held it against your face don’t cry, don’t cry! You kept shouting to yourself “p-please turn around Peter.” You mumbled against your pillow. Peter gave you a questionable look before turning around, you slowly pulled the pillow away from your face.

“A-And don’t interrupt me.. please?” You saw him nod “I’ve.. liked you for a long time Peter-“ you saw him tense up “I know it’s awkward, but I need to tell you that I really love you Peter you’ve become such a good friend to me especially when I didn’t have anyone around who was my age, you’ve shown me how to be happy and how to have a fun time-“ your lips trembled “a-and if you don’t like me back that’s okay! I just wanted to let you know because it’s been building up inside of me for a few weeks so-“ before you could finish Peter quickly turned around and pulled you in closer to him before planting his lips onto yours. You gasped against his lips you didn’t expect him to kiss you like that.. and what about MJ? you melted into his kiss his lips were so soft against yours it all felt like a dream..

You both pulled away from each other “P-Peter I thought-“

“Sorry Y/N I’m not really good with my words o-or even showing signs that I like someone.” He said holding you against his chest.

“So.. you liked me all this time? What about MJ?” You asked.

“MJ? She’s just a friend Y/N.. don’t tell me you were jealous.” You pouted as he said that you gently slap his chest “oh hush! Don’t ruin the moment..” you said to him. He laughed while planting a soft kiss on top of your head, you felt your heart flutter “so.. does that mean we’re dating now?” You asked him “if you want to then yes.” Peter said you bury your face into his chest “of course I do dummy I wouldn’t have poured out my feelings like that if I didn’t.”

Bonus!

“See? I told you they’d end up together Rogers.” Tony said to Steve who only scoffed “I thought you were protective of Y/N Tony.” Steve commented back “I am, but Parker is a good kid so I know he’ll treat her right.” While they both bickered Bucky turned his attention to Strange “what about you? How do you feel?” He asked him “I’m happy for her she deserves happiness, but I won’t hesitate to send Peter off to another dimension if he breaks Y/N’s heart.” He said glaring at the TV. Bucky chuckled “I think we’re all on the same page as you.”

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the-second-tonks · 3 years

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Hi! I was hoping to request something for the game!

Basics: I am 5’7”, cancer (I don’t believe in zodiacs because I’m like the opposite), Slytherin, ENTP, enneagram type 8. I’m Chaotic, sassy, sarcastic, dramatic, mean and a raging feminist. I also, and I quote, “act as if you drank 14 cups of coffee and used red bull as creamer” (Credits to my sister)

Looks: Skinny body type (i got nothing😭) hella pale, brown hair with red highlights, and hazel eyes that change color.

My Good/Bad Side: Some of my worst traits are selfishness, stubbornness, jealousy, vindictiveness, being manipulative, and rage. Some of my good traits are my intelligence, creativity, resourcefulness, and humor (which is very dark and sometimes offensive) Overall, I’m a pretty chill person but if you anger or provoke me the only advice I have is to run🙂

Fun Facts/Miscellaneous: I am Pagan/Wiccan and have an unhealthy obsession with collecting rocks and shells (and reading fanfics but let’s not worry about that🥴) I’m Moldovan and Romanian is my first language. I get like either no sleep or sleep until noon and I’m a big over-thinker and have anxiety. Believe me or not, but I can in fact see auras (if I concentrate but also sorta unfocus my eyes kinda; it’s weird) I am secretly touch-starved and a hopeless romantic. I am pretty social (or at least social enough to have 2 friends; I don’t think people need them though.) love being alone to have time to myself for reading, writing, drawing, playing video games, and listening to music.

(also for the s/o thingy I think you shipped me with Loki a while back but I’m fine with someone else if needed)

hoping that wasn’t too much😬

Hii ! Umumum... I did ship you once I remember lol ... but you unfollowed me ? Okay but try not doing it the next time or else I'll delete the game ask with the ship since I can't go against my rules :) . Yes , I still find Loki a good match for you ! Wow ! Can see you see auras online too ? Sorry if that sounded stupid but I'm dying to know my aura !

Coming back to your ship thank you for participating !

Your power is

Mind manipulation

Definitely , you cannot change my mind . It suits you very well . This power allows you to manipulate someone's mind as you wish it to . You can control them , get to know everything from them . This power is definitely useful for the Avengers . I think Nick Fury's gonna find you and propose you to be in the Avengers . You'll be one of the strongest addition in the team . Your way of working is quite different because mostly the Avengers attack physically while you'll attack someone mentally. Now , point to be noted is that you need immense concentration/intese emotions towards that person to penetrate someone's mind and you wouldn't be able to penetrate someone properly if that person is also someone like you . Also, no one of your kind can read your mind too , not just because you're one of them but because you are very powerful in it.

Your life with the Avengers

Your early life . You would be a simple orphan with strange powers that you tend to hide. You'd be the girl sitting in the corner , reading silently . You wrote each and every strange happenings which happened due to your power . You always knew you had some powers due to the coincidences of you wishing someone to do something and them doing it . The intese emotion was rage most of the time . You still kept it a secret until a man with black skin and black clothes took you . Confused as hell , you tried using your power but he put a blindfold on your eyes . Welcoming you to the Avengers by opening your blindfold , yoy met someone with a surname similar to yours , Maximoff .(I'm sorry if you didn't like this idea) . You , Pietro and Wanda were triplets . You all met in the Age of Ultron until you and Wanda lost your elder brother Pietro . Thor would be your good friend , which would make you visit Asgard and other places , encountering Loki. He and you would usually have sarcasm battles but your humours would match a lot , dark and sometimes offensive .

Now , being with Wanda from the attack for vision's stone to helping her break the time stone , you bonded over the years you both had lost . But , vision's death had broken her already . Being for her throughout the time , you entered the new mission of bringing everyone back. You battled Thanos , bringing everyone back . But loosing loki was another loss for you. (Okay I exactly don't know but..) being a pagan , you tried to communicate with Loki , succeeding in it . Even though you knew he was dead here , he was still there in AU .

Your bestfriend would be

Natasha Romanoff !

"Nat , can you please pass me a glass of water?" You asked while continuing to play the video game . "Do you think it's so easy to distract me ?" Nat questioned back , smirking at you while continuing to play , knowing she was winning . "Yes , in think it is.." you sass her , but she simply smiles . Pushing your hand a bit , she begins the daily push-fight between you both . Pushing her back , you start laughing , followed by Natasha . The pushing continued until you literally fell of the couch , the console falling from your hand . You chuckle , surprised at how she won the fight you always won . Getting up and purposely pushing her down , you try to knock the console in ther hand ,but in vain . Deciding to break the console instead , you sit on it , Natasha laughing . Suddenly , you heard Tony's voice "That's one of the costliest game consoles !" ..cue both of you laughing harder than earlier ..

Your s/o would be

Loki Odinson !

"Oh , hello Y/N , as always , you look ravishing!" Loki commented from behind you , as you took in the wonderful view in front of you . "Thank you , Loki. You look ugly , as always " you faked smile and continued to enjoy the scenery which was slowly changing into night . "Now , I know that's a big lie , y/n . Pretty girls don't lie . Is this what your midgard technology teaches you? " he smirked with that . You decided to sass him and spoke "Once an old lady told me the same thing . I called her a hypocrite and unplugged her life support " . His smirk simply grew as he spoke "I like it" . It annoyed you to the moon , but bought a smile on your face anyways . You continued to talk with him as his hands made his way around your shoulder and your head laid on his chest. He kissed your brown hair, digging into the highlights with his nose at the solace of finally having you in his arms . Being together with your boyfriend , your love , you stood enjoying the time . Later at night , you were reading a book when Loki entered . He smiled at your figure reading the book so interestingly . He walked over to you while you were on your bed ,took the book from you and read it for both of you while he laid his head on your lap , your hands running through his dark hair. You knew he was doing this so that you could stop overthinking and spend some time together . Ofcourse , he had foreseen something he hadn't told you .

The next morning , or you can say , afternoon , you woke up on the bed alone . Ofcourse , Loki had left already . Smiling at the thought of what happened yesterday , how loki took care of you and you both spent time together, you began writing the dear diary .

I hope you liked it !

Thank you for participating !

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slasherwife · 4 years

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hey hey hey ✨ how are you? ♥ ️me? new request hihi so i'm good. Why not a fic with either Loki or Geralt where after a long time they meet Reader again, but each thought the other was dead pwease ♥️✨

“My Heart Returns...”

LokixReader

by jena marie

Summary:

Reader and Loki reunite after several years of thinking one another were dead. Warnings: mention of suicide, extreme angst, death, but fluffy ending uWu.

thank you so much for sending in requests @seutarose pLEASEE send in more! i’m so bored haha 😊💜💜🌸🌸

I wrote one for Loki since dis boi has only one fic so here you go!! 💕💕💕💕 it’s kinda itty bitty long (i kinda went crazy XD) but i hope you like it!

It was like an eternity without passion. Without affection, caring for nothing. His eyes, empty. Lips, always open yet never moving. His gaze was the stare of a snake, piercing yet flat— like he stared right through anyone who dare to draw his gaze. Empty as he was, the only person who could ever really make him talk was his dear brother. Thor visited him regularly, which was at the cottage on the beach where Loki and his love were supposed to live, undisturbed and peaceful. He built it before returning to Asgard, where he fought his older sister and escaped with Y/n. She was put in a different ship, but he sent messages about the cottage that they would live in with great joy and compassion.

The first stage of Loki, a troubled, timid, yet calculating boy turned man. The second, overturned with greed and envy, pushed to torture and murder and take. Then the third. It was born out of an image that Y/n had saw in him. As she described him, he was nothing short of an angel, composed out of pure light. Because what Loki let her see, he never revealed to others. He was only ever kind to her, only ever a gentleman to her. Only ever himself with her. Vulnerable. He saw what she was— something innocent, capable, maybe naive, but could see nothing but love and kindness in every person’s eyes. If anything, she was the angel. Even from her first breath, she was so sweet. He didn’t know where she came from, it was like he was manipulating his family, and betraying his people, and all the sudden this woman with a soul woven from flower-petals and diamonds, and galaxies for bones came into his life and loved him like he was the only thing that mattered. In what world, what universe or dimension is that sensible?

Now she’s buried somewhere. Thanos, tearing through the galaxies and stars came to where she was put, taking care of the old folks and children on a separate ship, and demanded her an answer to every question he asked. He knew about Loki’s lover, since Thor and Frigga couldn’t shut up about her since they found out she was courting the prince of Asgard. They made sure everyone knew, which was of course before Thanos was even heard of within a 20000 light-year radius.

She was cooperative. Not warm, not kind, but cooperative. That was until he asked where Loki was. Her lips were open, ready to answer, but then she closed them.

Five minutes of more refusing silence passed, and she was dead on the floor. Blood pouring from her back as her skin whitened and her eyes paled.

It was something Thor never wanted to tell him, but he found out anyway. No man or woman wants to hear what Loki did that day.

Then Thanos found where Loki was anyway.

All she remembers is waking up in a field of yellow flowers, and being immediately comforted. But if she remembers further, she also recalls hearing a piercing cry, a scream. Loki’s scream in a void of darkness, before opening her eyes against the sun of the tulip field.

Then, waking up in the field. She was on Earth, and she asked everywhere of what had happened to the ship set off for Earth, a few hundred light years away. No one knew. And it never arrived. That only meant one thing. Her love was lost. Without a proper funeral, he was gone.

She stayed on Earth for several months, like a tortured and lost soul, waiting for someone who she couldn’t name.

It was like she could still feel him, feel that he was close. Yet the truth kept punching her in the gut whenever she felt hope.

That was, until she saw him. Thor had come to visit her grave. He reasons that he never brought up your name in his presence, let alone suggest that Loki visit your grave— because when he even spoke of you indirectly, his eyes twist into complete agony. His expression as if someone had lit him on fire. He missed you indefinitely, irrevocably, and so immensely that every second of the day was misery. The only reason he didn’t end his life was because he wanted to stay strong for you, and it was hard.

Thor watched, thinking that he was hallucinating, seeing her grave dug up and her casket empty. He went searching, and found Y/n by a lake, having lost a lot of weight, only fed by berries and grass. Her dress was torn, caked with mud. And yet, her beauty still glowed like the brilliance of a thousand suns.

They embraced, and Thor took her to Loki after she had washed and put on a new dress.

The joy and relief was unexplainable. The flowers in her bones were immortal, ever glowing and ever living.

Loki opened the door to their home he had built with his own hands, and he saw his heart and soul standing in front of him, looking up at him with those e/c eyes, with wonder and love. She broke seeing him, and it was like her body had a mind of its own. She practically threw herself at him, sobbing with her arms wrapped firmly around his neck. He was stunned. In shock. His heart returned to him. Loki saw that the moment they saw each other for the first time in years. He almost went into a panic attack, smelling her scent and feeling her soft hair under his chin. He was hyperventilating, eyes wide, running his hands all over her squeezing her tightly with tears in his eyes. He didn’t know what to do.

He thought he was having another hallucination, and yet couldn’t convince himself. She was iridescent. Years and years and years of pent up despair and loneliness spilled out in that moment. Tears spilled endlessly the first hour, and she clung to him like he was her lifeline.

Once they made their way inside and the tears were gone, they held each other for hours. No words, just touch. Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, and he was wrapped around her in a giant teddy-bear hug. The sun went down and they slept like that.

In the morning, they started to talk. Small things. Simple things. They were confessing their love for one another like there was no tomorrow. And so much touching but a little toned down than the day before. Not sexual in any way, just pure love.

They never looked at each other the same way again. If you thought he looked at her sweetly before the incident, this is nothing compared to that. His eyes fill with nothing but hearts as his eye brows arch and his heartbeat picks up. They’re always touching when around each other. Good luck getting him to focus when she’s around.

They seemed to never leave their cottage. Loki was glad there weren’t any people around, because he wanted her gaze all to himself. They walked along the shore, talking endlessly about anything and everything, laughing, kissing, hugging. They put every love story to shame. They weren’t seen for months, and yet they were so happy with each other that they didn’t care that they were practically shutting everyone else out.

But above all, when Loki heard that Y/n was dead, he died with her. But when he saw her again, it was like his own soul was hiding, buried underneath empty liquor bottles and painkillers. All the torture was washed away, like it never existed.

And now he can talk with passion again. He can care about things. He can think. He can live, laugh, and love with her by his side, forever.

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lemonsandstrawberries · 4 years

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Superhero Babysitting

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU,

summary: Since Steve became Captain America he had deal with many weird things in his life, but babysitting his de-aged boyfriend was probably in top five.

length: 2 984

a/n: sooo this prompt was sitting on my prompt list for waaaay too long, but I finally felt motivated to write it after seeing an alternative scene from IM2 between Tony and Howard, the scene was already deleted from youtube, but it was Howard’s message to Tony, where Howard records while holding sleeping Tony in his arms and tells him about his legacy (so basically everything he said in IM2), but adds little heartwarming things like ‘my son’ and ‘I love you’. that kinda left the Tony fandom divided, but I loooved it, because for me, MCU!Howard wasn’t like his comic version, he was neglectful for sure, but not abusive. so, if you see Howard as an abusive person, you won’t like this fic! just a fair warning. in general, this fic is all fluff and sugar ;D. as always, feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!

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Superhero Babysitting

Steve sighed contentedly, the lukewarm water relieving his heated up body. It was a good way to end a training session. Feeling fresh and with a clear mind, he pulled on clothes and went to the common kitchen for an after training snack. The Avengers common kitchen was rarely empty, and usually, there was one or two of team members hanging out, either for a late meal or stealing someone's else snack. His granola bars better be where Steve left them, or there would be hell.

Steve entered the kitchen and smiled, greeting his teammates. Currently, in the kitchen were Clint, tapping something on the phone, Natasha, frying pancakes and a small, blonde boy, fidgeting in his seat.

Wait.

Steve's eyes lingered on the kid for a bit longer, as he opened the fridge and took a jug with orange juice, pouring himself a glass. The kid felt his stare and looked back at Steve, and Steve smiled in a way that hoped to be encouraging, but the kid looked away shyly.

"Cute kid," Steve said to Natasha, as she was flipping the pancakes. "Whose is it?" he took a sip of the cold juice.

"Well, seems that yours," Natasha answered with a half-smile, plating the pancakes.

Steve choked, some pulp going down his chin in a pretty disgusting manner before he wiped it with his hand. "Come again?" he asked, voice rising in panic. Natasha didn't pay attention to him, putting the pancakes in front of the kid and encouraging him to eat.

"You really can't tell who it is?" Clint asked, lifting his eyes from his phone, and looking very unimpressed. "Just look at him."

Steve didn't like this game. He locked his eyes on the kid. Or more like a child. Maybe five, top six years old. Blonde hair, big brown eyes, and pouty lips, when his request of putting both maple syrup and honey on the pancakes was denied by Natasha. Steve knew that pout.

"Why the kid looks like Tony?" Steve asked, feeling cold sweat on his skin. He and Tony started dating just six months ago, and Steve knew that his boyfriend had a long history of one night stands, and the only logical explanation was that a result of one of such nights was in front of him.

The kid looked at Steve, after hearing the mentioned name, but didn't say anything. Instead pulled his eyebrows together and pressed lips in a thoughtful pout. Just like Tony.

"Because it is Tony," Natasha answered, giving up to the kid's charm and going to fetch the honey from the cupboard.

"No way this is Tony," Steve answered, voice trembling a bit. That had to be some joke. It had to be.

"You want to see DNA results?" Clint asked, flipping his phone and briefly showing Steve some medical record on the screen. "Bruce confirmed everything."

Steve's mouth hung open. If it was a joke, his team was going through awfully a lot of trouble to make him fall for it. Tony was probably somewhere in the Tower, hiding, observing everything through a hidden camera and having a blast.

"If that's Tony," Steve started, eyes not leaving the kid, who after getting his pancakes slathered with honey and maple syrup, started to eat with appetite, "why is he so small?"

"Either this is some sort of speed up case of Benjamin Button, or I have one word for you," Clint made a pause, looking too serious when Steve looked at him, "Loki."

That just made a lot less sense with every passing minute.

"I am trying to track Loki down, Thor is already on his tail, but -"

"Tony, honey, use a napkin."

Steve's breath quickened. He watched Natasha wiping the boy's face from sticky syrup and half listened to Clint. If it was a joke, it should already end. Why wasn't it ending?

Unless it wasn't a joke.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked, noticing that Natasha and Clint stood up from the table.

"We got a signal. Maybe we can get Loki and make him reverse the spell," Natasha explained and Clint nodded to her words.

"Wait!" Steve panicked. "What I am supposed to do with him?" he asked, knowing that he worded himself wrong and technically shouldn't talk like that about someone present. Tony frowned, not thrilled with the perspective of being left alone with Steve either.

"Just ask him!"

"You will be fine, Steve. Good luck! Tony, I am going to leave you with Steve for a bit, okay?" Natasha petted Tony's hair, big brown eyes turning to her in question and she smiled, "don't worry, he is a nice person. Remember to brush your teeth after eating!"

Steve heavily sat on the chair across from Tony, after Clint and Natasha had left, not believing that his team left him like that. He didn't have a lot of experience with kids. Or like any. Stopping in the park when a group of kids and their moms surrounded him to get autographs or throw frisbee definitely didn't count.

Quiet, clinking and chewing sounds brought him back. Tony was slowly finishing his meal, not looking at Steve, but down at his plate.

"Uh, so, Tony," Steve said, noticing a brief twitch in the small boy. "What do you want to do later?"

Tony shrugged. "Dunno," he said, stabbing more pancake on his fork and putting into mouth in a messy, childlike way, some honey dripping down his smooth chin. The sad and hilarious thing was that Tony kept eating in the same manner in his adulthood too. That made Steve's heart tug with some longing feeling.

"Alright," Steve sighed, expecting this to be easier. "Then, what do you like to do in your free time?"

Tony took a moment to answer, his plate already clear and he kept smearing the butter and syrup around the plate. "Draw," came an answer in a small voice, almost as if Tony expected to get scolded.

Finally, some common ground. Steve smiled warmly. "What do you like to draw?"

"Robots," Tony answered, sounding a little more confident and happier, "and space."

"You like space?" Steve tried to keep the conversation going. Maybe it was a way to know something more about his boyfriend's childhood, as Tony generally avoided that topic.

"Yeah! One day I want to go to space and be an astronaut!" Tony said a little louder, smiling in excitement. Steve's smile dimmed a little when he realized that one day Tony's wish would come true and not in a way he had hoped for.

"An astronaut? That's a big word for such a small kid. You must be very smart," Steve praised, but to his surprise, Tony saddened at the words.

"Maybe," Tony answered, arms sagging down and he looked into his empty plate. At that moment, Steve realized that maybe because of his intelligence, Tony didn't have a lot of fun during his childhood, always being pushed to books about science and mathematic equations, instead of toys and games.

"You know, I like drawing too," Steve tried to change the topic. Much to his happiness, Tony looked up, seeming interested again. "You want to draw with me?" Steve's heart filled with a warm feeling when Tony nodded with a bright smile. It seemed he had a plan on how to keep the boy occupied. "But first, put your plate into the sink and go wash your mouth and brush teeth," Steve reminded, hearing a small whine of protest, that made him smile.

Some things didn't change.

It was surprising because Tony turned out to be a pretty calm kid. Steve gave him some pencils, crayons, and paper (all from his private supplies, he would restock later) and page after page, Tony created colorful pictures, barely speaking and moving, just sitting at the coffee table in the living room. True to his interests, Tony drew a lot of robots, in that childlike, rectangular way, but there was some wonderful attention to details, something Steve found almost startling.

"Wow, looks great, pal," Steve praised Tony's newest masterpiece - a robot in a rocket, on a background of a starry sky. Fun and colorful as Tony used every crayon he had. "I am gonna put this one on the fridge," he smiled, ruffling Tony's hair in praise.

Tony giggled, face beaming with happiness. It should be cute but was a bit alarming how such a small thing, something one's child should hear every day, brought so much joy.

It wasn't Steve's business. If Tony found out, he would get angry at him. Maybe even furious. But…

"Hey, Tony," Steve asked despite the warning signals going on in his brain, "do you draw often with your dad?"

Oh, there it was. Tony's hand stopped, eyes became startled. It lasted only for a second and Tony took a clean page and started a new drawing. He shrugged as an answer. "Dad's busy. It's fine."

Of course. Steve looked sadly at Tony. There was barely any emotions in Tony's voice or posture when he talked about Howard.

"Dad is busy all the time?"

"Kinda."

"So you don't spend time together too often?"

Tony shrugged, taking a blue crayon and doing some swirl in the middle of the page.

Steve bit his lip. He might regret it, but he had to know.

"Tony… does your dad-"

"He doesn't hit me."

The answer made Steve's eyes widen. "Uhhhh… I didn't mean that -" he tried to backtrack, but Tony didn't allow him.

"You are not the first one to ask me that today," Tony muttered, taking a red crayon and Steve's eyes widened in shock. Clint. Natasha. Bruce. Did they all ask? "Dad's often gone. Sometimes he yells when he gets angry, but that's all."

Steve frowned. That was a relief to hear, but still, didn't sound like a complete and happy childhood. "Is your dad-"

Steve didn't finish. He saw Tony grimacing horribly, eyes shining with tears. Suddenly he folded arms on the table, and curled, hiding in himself.

Steve sucked in a surprised breath. Did he make Tony cry? "Hey, hey, it's okay, I am sorry, I won't ask again -"

"I messed up."

"What?"

"My drawing. It is ruined," Tony sobbed out, clearly distressed. A minute ago, Tony showed some maturity surpassing his age, but it didn't change that he was still a kid.

"Hey, I am sure it is not that bad. Let me see," Steve said softly, walking to Tony and trying to look at the piece of paper under the kid's arm.

"Noooo, it is ugly," Tony said stubbornly, not planning to move and locking arms tighter around the drawing.

"How it can be ugly? You did such a great job with every other drawing," Steve tried to encourage, but Tony just made some high pitched sad sound. "Come on, just show me," he tried again, leaning over the chair and softly poking the kid's side.

Oh, a reaction. Tony giggled, curling a little bit away from the finger. Steve smiled, poking some more, and then used his forefinger and thumb to very gently pinch the kid's side.

"Steheheeve! Dohahan't!" Tony asked, his laughter having a melody Steve knew so well, but sounding like little chirps. It was one of the cutest sounds he ever heard.

"Show me, show me, show me," Steve repeated time after time, moving his fingers and repeating the motion on boy's small belly. Tony giggled on a high note, and leaned back, escaping from the fingers, finally showing his drawing.

This day was already crazy and Steve thought nothing would surprise him. In the middle of the white page was drawn a very familiar shape drawn with red and blue crayons. Captain America's shield. His shield.

"That's-" Steve noticed that Tony was looking at him, all insecure and the previous smile gone from his face, only tears left. "That's beautiful, Tony! Wow!" Steve praised enthusiastically when the shock faded. The circles that made his shield were almost perfect and the star was exactly in the middle, all angles the same. Maybe it lacked a little bit on the coloring and Tony went out of the line a few times, but from a technical point of view, it was perfect. "You did a great job!"

"It's wrong," Tony argued, sounding sad all over again.

"How it is wrong? Looks great to me."

"Too much blue," Tony sniffled, wiping his eyes.

Steve looked closer at the drawing, now seeing it. Tony colored the circle that supposed to be white with a blue crayon. Honestly, Steve didn't notice, too much in awe of the perfect outline.

"It looks better like this," Steve decided, patting Tony's soft hair. "Seriously."

Finally, Tony smiled, some wet traces still on his cheeks, but sadness gone. Steve smiled back, somehow feeling proud that Tony sketched his shield.

"So, you like Captain America, huh?" Steve asked, trying to keep his voice nonchalant.

"Yeah!" Tony burst out, eyes shining happily, "he is the greatest hero ever and my favorite! I love Captain America! … Uh, Steve?"

Steve turned around, hand pressed to his mouth. He didn't expect that outburst of unfiltered, pure love and his face became heated and something he could only describe as a dopey smile took half of his face. Tony didn't need to see that.

"Steve, are you okay?"

"Yeah… I just need a moment, buddy."

Evening came sooner than Steve expected, none of the Avengers returned and it was high time to put Tony to bed. Steve tried to prolong that moment the longest possible, but Tony started to yawn and his head was bobbing dangerously down.

"Okay, kiddo, bedtime," Steve gave up, taking half-conscious Tony in his arms and carrying the boy to their bedroom.

"Mhhmm… Not tired."

"Sure you are not tired," Steve smiled, having another familiar moment. He put Tony down on the bed and pulled the covers over the boy's small frame. "Sleep well, pal. I will leave the night lamp on, just in case. I will be in the next room," Steve said in a hushed voice, brushing the hair off Tony's forehead. He didn't make it even half though the room when he heard a quiet voice.

"Steveee… Don't go."

Oh, dammit. Steve was afraid of that. Taking care of his adult boyfriend reverted to a kid was one, but sharing a bed was too much. That was like a sure romance killer.

But he couldn't say no to a kid. Tony had been denied too many happy memories by his parents already, and Steve didn't want to pile on that.

"Alright," he turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, "but only until you fall asleep."

"Okay," Tony agreed sleepily, scooting closer so he could feel Steve's warmth. "Can you tell me a story?"

"Sure," Steve smiled, "what would you like to hear?"

"Can you tell me about Captain America?"

And Steve's face became red again. Great.

"Uhhmm. You know what, pal? Maybe I will tell you about my favorite hero instead. Would that be okay?"

Tony nodded, not opening his eyes. It appeared that he just needed to be close to someone.

"Okay, so I will tell you about a very smart guy, who spent all his days designing and building machines, and one day, he built a gold and red armor - "

Somehow, Steve missed the moment when he fell to sleep on his own and slept through the whole night. He remembered when he woke up in the morning and the feeling of something scratchy on his face.

"Mhm. Go away," Steve muttered, fidgeting away.

"No."

He knew that voice. Steve's eyes snapped open and he saw brown eyes looking at him.

"Hi, sleepyhead," Tony greeted, casually spread on the top of the covers, all in his adult glory.

"Tony!" Steve smiled, feeling with all might how he missed his boyfriend. He scooted closer, wanting to lock their lips together, but somehow the memory of yesterday was too fresh and he placed his kiss on Tony's forehead instead.

"What the hell was that?" Tony complained, and Steve laughed, just taking in the moment, "give me a proper kiss!"

"No," Steve continued to laugh, moving away as Tony advanced on him.

"What do you mean no? I want my kiss, Steve!"

"I said no!"

"Bad news! We couldn't find Loki, but look I bought some games for Tony - aaaaw!" Clint stood disappointed in the doorway, not even cringing at the sight of Tony basically climbing over Steve. "You are an adult again!"

"What? What do you mean?" Tony asked, frowning at his friend. Steve took the moment to throw Tony off of himself (Tony squawked) and sat up on the bed.

"Never mind," Clint waved his hand but looked almost offended. Tony was a cute, polite kid. Unlike his adult version.

"What's that?" Steve asked, noticing some packaging under Clint's arm.

"New games," Clint said, showing the colorful covers, "now I have to return them," he complained dramatically.

Tony shrugged. "I will play with you."

"You will?"

"Yeah. You said you bought them for me, right? Let's play."

Clint beamed a smile and ordered Tony to come to the living room, solely to get his butt kicked during xbox tournament and sprinted out. Tony laughed and yelled something after the archer, but Steve didn't listen, too relieved with this whole mess ending just after one evening and one night. It was a nice experience, but he much more preferred his adult boyfriend.

"Hey, baby, we good?" Tony asked, still not understanding the morning chaos, but already moving forward.

"We good," Steve confirmed, smiling warmly at his boyfriend. They finally shared the good morning kiss and Tony hurriedly changed clothes to join Clint for some early gaming tournament and Steve decided to get some more sleep.

Babysitting was exhausting.

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a/n was getting too long, so I am gonna add it here instead - although this fic was inspired by the prompt and that alternative scene from IM2, the true reason I am posting it, is because blue!anon send me a nice message. I didn’t post in a while, I have a back injury and I can’t sit for too long (seriously, proofreading and editing was a nightmare), but because I knew there was someone thinking about me and my fics, I wanted to go through with this and post something to make them happy, instead of sitting on this fic for God-knows-how-long. remember that likes/feedback are not only to make your creator feel good/ for ego boost - this is honestly the only way we can communicate, and hearing nothing just kills the joy of posting (not writing, as I mentioned, I write, I just don’t feel motivated to post). so, thank you again, blue!anon, for keeping me motivated, I love you and appreciate you so much ❤️💙💛

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #deaged!tony #fluff #domestic #natasha romanoff #clint barton #tickle fic #just very brief #we are not supporting abusive mcu!howard on this blog #fanfic #fanfiction

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just-my-fandom · 5 years

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Blame (Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader x Carol Danvers)

Request; Sorry if it's a weird request but can I have a lil Tony Stark x daughter!reader oneshot where Carol was the one to wield the Infinity stones (she survived), killed Thanos and all that, and Tony lived but R sacrificed herself to get the soul stone? And while he’s talking with Carol he can't stop thinking about it, experiencing survivor's guilt all over again and also thinking about the whole "there's only 1 reality in which we win" thing. So he finds Strange and confronts him about it, and in the end Tony gets him to confess that there were actually 2 outcomes in which they won but he lied for whatever reason Tony doesn't listens to and starts to get real angry at him, acting out of grief and pain because his daughter is gone and that could've been prevented. Sorry if it's too specific, I wanted to write it myself but I don't have the skills. Love u bye.

A/N; Didn’t know if you wanted a romantic pairing so I included a small Carol x reader so I hope you enjoy and that this doesn’t suck too much rip

I hate to inform that there is a shit tone of time skips in this oops. This is super long too, but I didn’t include the part with Carol and the stones

Warnings; Age gap between Carol and reader?? Reader is 19 during Infinity War

“Don’t you think you should go home with Pepper?”

You look up at a deep voice, eyes catching Steve leaning up against the doorway of the small office in the compound,

“And do what? Sit around and pretend that none of this happened?” You shrug your shoulders, attempting to ease the ache in your muscles, “That my father might be dead and Carol is probably dust too?”

“I’m sure Carols just fine,” Steve heaves a soft breath, your eyes glossing over as you shake your head,

“Then why hasn’t she tried to contact me?” You look up at the man you called your uncle, Steve frowning, “Why hasn’t she come down to Earth to check up?”

Steve moves forward, turning around at a rumble in the ground, catching Natasha running past him in the halls, “Dont let Pepper leave,” She calls, Steve shortly looking at you then following the blonde woman,

You shove away from your desk, feet slowly picking up speed so you ran past Steve, jumping over the steps outside the compounds door and slowing to a stop next to Natasha, eyes trailing up at the large ship,

“Carol!” You catch the blonde moving from under the ship, running up to her so she could pull you against her, hand at your hair,

“Hey baby,” She murmurs tiredly, thumb caressing your cheek and lips pressing to yours slowly, eyes shutting, “What happened while I was gone?”

“Thanos,” You reveal, the tears from minutes ago slipping into her hand, “Almost everyone’s gone, vanished. I thought you were too-,” Your eyes move past her shoulder, catching Steve and Pepper helping someone stand as they were too weak to do so on their own,

“Dad?” Carol allows you to slip away from her, Tony’s head lifting to meet your gaze,

“You’re okay,” He croaks out, pulling his arm away from Steve to reach out to you, Pepper holding his sides so he didn’t collapse when he throws both arms around you, “Oh thank God,”

“I thought you vanished,” You whisper, Tony shaking his head and blinking away sudden tears,

“I couldn’t leave my two favorite girls,” Tony cracks a smile, glancing at Pepper next to him,

“Let’s get you inside,” Pepper murmurs, “Get you a shower and clean clothes, food too,”

“Wait wait,” It’s an hour later. Rhodey and Thor had been called, told of Tony’s finding, and now you and your super family had gathered in the main area of the compound, “If you’re all super and powerful, where the hell were you during this whole attack with Thanos?”

Your eyes stare at your uncle, Rhodey, his gaze sharp on Carol next to you.

“There are many other planets than just Earth,” Carol reminds, flicking an eyebrow to the man and glancing at you when you put a hand on her arm,

“Who’s all gone?” You ask Tony, his gaze leaving the table to look up at his only child,

“The guardians. Strange. Peter,” Tony swallows, your hand tightening at Carols arm at the mention off your brother figure,

Carol protectively slides her hand into yours, squeezing tightly to assure you,

“What about here?” Tony questions quietly, rubbing his face out of exhaustion,

“The Wakandian siblings,” You start, voice wavering, “Wanda, Sam, Buck. Visions gone for good, I saw Thanos pull the stone out of him,”

You shut your eyes at the memory, Carol inhaling deeply and looking at your father,

“Point is, what do we do now?”

“There is nothing we can do,” Tony lifts a shoulder, sitting back down in his chair, “The stones and Thanos disappeared after he snapped. We just have to...move on,”

5 Years Later (Reader has moved out of the Stark home and moved in with her Aunt, Natasha, where they stay at the compound)

“Any luck on Banner?”

You lean into the table behind you, eyes scanning across the four holograms in front of you,

“Negative,” Rhodey answers, shifting in his spot of the hologram, “I’m going to try Europe, but that’s the best I can do,”

You nod once, tapping your fingers against the desk nervously, “Carol, are we still seeing you next month?”

“Not likely,” Carol moves her eyes to meet yours, now short hair blowing in her face, “You might not see me for a good while,”

“Figured,” You murmur, lowering your head and sighing. Rhodey looks between you and the superhero beside Rocket and Nebula, then clears his throat,

“I’ll let you know of any updates on Banner from here,” He steps back, his hologram vanishing from its device. You raise your head, watching Nebula and a Rocket along with a Wakandian solider leave their hologram frames,

“I’ll come as soon as I can,” Carol exhales, eyes staring at you and catching sudden tears, “Y/N, look at me,”

You do so, allowing your eyes to meet hers, forcing yourself to swallow down a sob in your throat,

“I’ll be home soon,” She promises, “Then we’ll get our own apartment together and no more superhero stuff for a while,”

“It’s just lonely,” You whisper, “Natasha is still upset about Bruce and Steve barely does anything anymore. My dad and Pepper are all worried about Morgan to bother with me,”

“They still love you,” Carol smiles, “I have to go now, promise to be safe,”

Your lips tug upwards, hand raising to hover over her hands hologram, “I promise,”

Carol smiles, hologram hand brushing your cheek, before she steps back and she disappears from your line of sight,

You drop your hand, bringing the back to your eye to wipe away a tear that had fallen,

. . .

“Dad, we both know what has to be done,”

Father-daughter fight. All parents fight with their kids, but not like this. Your arm holds its laser at your father feet away, rumble cracking underneath your foot at the edge,

“Exactly. You get away from that ledge and get the stone,” Tony snarls, your hand pressing the side of your helmet so it lifted and revealed your face, eyes blood shot from tears,

“I have to jump!” You exhale, “Pepper and Morgan need you, more than they need me,”

“And Danvers doesn’t need you?” Tony shoots, watching your hand slightly falter at the mention of the female captain, “She cares about you, just like I do with Pepper. You can’t just leave her like that, you promised her you’d be safe,”

“I can’t keep every God damn promise Dad!” You clutch your fist, free hand powering up, “I have to do this! It’s the only way to bring them back!”

You grunt out of irritation, shooting at Tonys leg so he had to move to the side to dodge, eyes looking forward and finding your figure vanished,

“Y/N?” Tony moves forward, eyes looking down at the cliff below, “Y/N!”

Stone glowing brightly in one hand, Tony forces his suit to fly downwards, stumbling on his feet and landing next to you, lifting your fragile body with trembling arms,

“Y/N, no,” Tony draws a hand over your cheek, choking on a rough sob that broke through his chest. Tony looks down, cursing at the timer on his watch and forcing himself away from you, disappearing into dust and leaving you in your own blood,

Present Time. Thanos has been defeated and the Avengers gather at the Stark home for the readers funeral

“Is it on?”

Carol thought she’d never see you again. But just after your funeral, Tony had asked for everyone to group into the living room of his home, announcing he had something from you,

Your blue hologram stood on the carpet, eyes looking off to the distant to your father off camera,

“Yeah, go ahead,”

Your eyes look forward, landing on Pepper and Morgan on the couch next to Tony and Peter,

“This is recorded the day before we go back in time,” You start, shifting in your spot and clearing your throat, “Um, I wanted to record this in case, I don’t know, anything happened,”

Carol tightens her crossed arms, eyes leaving your hologram to shut and blink away tears,

“First thing I wanted to say is for Carol,” The blonde opens her eyes at her name, glancing to your hologram as you shove your hands into your hoodies pockets, “I know we won’t be able to see each other for a while. You’re out doing God knows what to save other planets. I respect that. I just want you home so I know you’re safe,”

You tap your socked foot, rolling your shoulders, “This is harder than I thought,” You sigh, and glance over when Tony’s past self speaks up again,

“Want to try again later?”

You shake your head, looking back at the camera in front of you, “No. Carol, I don’t know what’s going to happen. It could be good, we’ll defeat Thanos and get that apartment we wanted, or something bad could happen,”

“But if something does, I want Dad to show this to you, hence the reason we’re recording this in the first place,”

“Ah,” You stop to cough, “I love you Carol. I hope you come home soon,” You shift again, then sink down into the chair behind you, “Pepper, Morgan...”

Tony stands up from his spot at the couch, blinking away his thoughts when he walks up to Stephen, who kept against the wall of living room,

“Can I talk to you?” Tony asks quietly, Stephen nodding shortly and moving around Bruce, following Tony onto the porch of his home,

“How else could this have all ended?” Tony asks blunty, Stephen looking out to the lake in the yard, your holograms voice heard inside,

“Bad or good?” Stephen looks at Tony, watching the mans face conjure with realization,

“What do you mean by good?” Tony snarls, eyes searching the wizards, “What other ways could we have won?”

“It happens almost the exact same way,” Stephen starts, voice calm, “Danvers gets the stones and snaps, everyone’s brought back,”

“Then what changed?” Tony’s hand grips at the porch railing, chest tightening, “Did my daughter survive?”

“Yes,” Stephen swallows, thickly, “Somehow she was able to get the stone with both of you remaining alive,”

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!” Tony’s booming voice has Carol glancing over, staring at the two men just outside the door,

“I was dust!” Stephen exclaims, “Y/N just didn’t think of it and took her own path,”

“So it’s her fault?” Tony scoffs, “Without her dying you wouldn’t be standing here,”

“I know that,” Stephen sighs, eyes shutting,

“Then act grateful for it,” Tony pushes away from the rail, “Because my daughter is dead. And frantically, I would send you back for her,”

Stephen silently watches Tony enter the house again. He understood Tony’s anger- a father losing his child is a nightmare for every father.

“Tony? What happened?” Pepper stands up, the group around watching Tony brush her hand off his shoulder, disappearing up the stairs,

Their eyes move to Stephen, his eyes closing again as he leans into the rails, heaving a sigh,

Pepper moves her gaze to the wizard, eyes glossing over before following her husband with quick steps,

“Tony,” Pepper calls shortly, catching the door Tony attempted to close and moving into their shared bedroom, “Tony, what did Stephen tell you?”

“There was another way,” Tony gasps, eyes blurring over so his wives form was a blob of color, “Y/N lived. But we didn’t go that way,”

“Tony,” Pepper murmurs, hands sliding to his face and moving his gaze down to her, “I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be. But Y/N’s gone, she wouldn’t want you so upset,”

“She’s gone,” Tony repeats, body breaking down into Pepper so her arms would wrap around his shoulders. A loud sob escapes Tony’s lips, hands clutching at Peppers black dress in hopes to ease the pain in his chest,

Your laugh brings Tony to open his eyes, the voice of your hologram easing the tension in his shoulders, “Morgan, make sure you keep dad safe for me Okay?”

“I don’t need to be protected,” Tony’s hologram snorts, Pepper subconsciously smiling and leaning back to look at Tony,

“Yes you do,” She whispers softly, “You need to be protected from this hurt. She wouldn’t want you hurting Tony,”

“I know,” Tony croaks out, eyes shutting tiredly, “But she’s my baby, Pep. Imagine losing Morgan,”

“But we didn’t,” Pepper smiles, “And I’m nearly a hundred percent sure Y/N’s happy that Morgan still has her dad even though she couldn’t,”

Tony nods, sliding away from Pepper to run a hand down his face and inhale,

“Do you want to go finish watching the video?”

Pepper smiles, taking Tony’s hand and following him downstairs to watch your hologram coincidentally meet Tony’s gaze, waving to him with a bright smile,

“I love you 3000 Dad. I mean it,”

A/N: EW that ended so baddd But PLEASE SEND ME CAROL REQUESTSSS

#tony stark #tony stark imagine #tony stark x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine

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lovablebull · 5 years

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The Apprentice

Part I

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Pairing: Loki x Male!Reader

Summary: Being Loki’s apprentice has its perks. Not really, it’s mostly just Loki using you as a scapegoat for his schemes, until you’ve had enough. Realization comes into play.

A/N: As promised, here is the first part of the Loki fanfic I was working on. This is male reader and everything I will write in the future will probably be for male readers only (sorry not sorry).

Please note that I am not a native English speaker. If you find errors (and likely will) please let me know so that I can correct them. I guess I should mention that this is my first fanfic ever. Be gentle. Enjoy!

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You closed your eyes as you leaned back against a stone pillar, enjoying the warmth of the remaining sun rays of a late evening. Taking a deep breath helped relax your tense shoulders as the crease between your brows eased out. It was a lovely moment to enjoy after an equally lovely day and here you were feeling warm, full and overall content with life. You were sitting in your favorite spot, overlooking the palace’s garden, surrounded by the subtle scent of flowers in the summer.

It was not a particularly eventful day, you have spent the day doing your favorite things: reading, spending time with your family, drawing and riding through the woods. It could not have gone any better, you were overall happy at this particular moment in time. It was good to have a day for yourself without someone barking orders at you, throwing you murderous glares and asking you to fetch things every five minutes, like a dog. Your hand closed into a tight fist as your mind wandered, although briefly, to that one particular person who could ruin your day before they even opened their mouth to speak.

Said person was none other but the youngest prince of Asgard. The raven-haired godling, the master of mischief and chaos, the rude, arrogant, inconsiderate, lying little... alright you get the idea. It was Loki, brother of Thor, son of Odin and Frigga, master of the arcane arts, and an excruciating pain in your arse. Ever since you have become his apprentice, because for some reason he was allowed to have one, (something about finding those gifted in spellcraft) your days have become a constant running around like a headless chicken, obeying Loki’s every order just so you could prove yourself worthy of his time. And that was not even the worst part, no, the worst part was that he would often ask, well more like demand that you be part of his schemes and plans which would often backfire and that is when he used you as his scapegoat.

You were beyond frustrated with the situation and were actively looking for a way to get out of the arrangement, you could no longer stand him; barking orders here and there, asking you to fetch him his quill and parchment or Norns know what long forgotten book on the highest shelf in the library.

All these tasks and requests and you’ve never once said no. All in hopes that he will see your worth, skill and dedication. You knew there was no better mentor than him, you have seen him at work many times, he had no rival when it came to the arcane arts. You were eager to learn, to work your hardest to reach at least half of his level, but the teaching that you expected never came.

The sad part was that, you have always admired the young prince as you grew up, you were fascinated by his magical and combat abilities. In your eyes, he was the perfect prince, wielding both weapons and magic, making him the best battle mage Asgard has ever seen. And that was Loki. Of course, Loki was chaos, he was mischief, he was the lie smith. No one trusted him, not anymore, and they all condemned him for the ill use of magic. Loki was under no circumstance evil though, he was mischievous, a joker. Sadly, no one kept record of all the fun pranks Loki has pulled over the years, some plain cruel, some plain hilarious. No one kept a record but you, in a small journal that served as your own personal history book where you wrote down the most significant events in your life. It just happened that every fifth page or so, Loki would be mentioned. Loki and his jokes, Loki and his laugh, Loki and his achievements, Loki and his failures.

But now, now you just wanted to erase all of that. It felt as if you were losing all respect you had for the young prince. He did nothing but humiliate you, treat you like a dog and make you follow him everywhere just to make you feel almost invisible as soon as he was engaging in a talk with someone. He invited you to join him for feasts, having you sit by his side at all times, ignoring your very existence yet glaring at everyone who dared speak to you. You were tired of it, you were tired of feeling beneath him. Prince or not, nobody treated you that way, nobody should be allowed to treat anyone like that.

In the beginning it was innocent. A little joke here and there, small pranks pulled on his brother and friends, you were more than happy to be part of it, it was good fun. Lately, however, all these plans and schemes often included searching for valuable information, manipulating people and even stealing. You no longer wanted to be a part of it, and if it meant giving up on your dream to become a great mage under Loki’s tutelage then so be it.

A sharp, stinging pain in your arm brought you back from the little daydream-turned-nightmare, quickly bringing your hand to your chest in a protective manner. But before you could see a possible wound, the black raven next to you flapped its wings a few times and took off. Had the raven just pecked you? It hurt, nothing was bleeding but it stung. You sat up quickly, rubbing the tender, reddening spot on your hand, eyebrows furrowed in anger as you glanced once more over the gardens and turned around to make your way home. Tomorrow would be another painfully slow day at Loki’s side. The thought of it made you dread the morrow, your walk home suddenly slowing down considerably.

“(Y/N)?” You stopped in your tracks, you knew that voice. You knew it so well you dreaded it at every corner. Your whole frame tensed as you straightened your back and turned around once more, putting on your best smile. “My prince.” You greeted stiffly.

“I have a request for you and I need it done immediately.” The prince asked, your eye almost twitching at the word request. “So sorry, my prince. Silly of me, but I thought this was to be my day off, to spend it however I pleased. I am sure that whatever it is I can do tomorrow.” You explained as politely as possible.

“Well, I do not see you doing anything remotely interesting with your free time, feels like a waste, does it not?”. The prince answered calmly, your anger threatening to burst. “What would you have me do for you then?” You asked in an annoyed tone. Loki grinned. “I will handle it, it is your day off after all.” He said as he brushed past you and walked away, his green cloak flapping in the wind as he walked graciously, your gaze following him, burning a hole through the back of his head. “Loki? What is it that you wanted me to do?”. You asked once more, curiosity getting the best of you. “Enjoy your day off.” He spoke as kept walking, ignoring your question completely. You frowned and clenched your fists. You wanted nothing more than to punch that smug expression off his pretty face. Before you knew it, your feet were moving rapidly, stalking behind the god to catch up with him. By the time you were at his side, you noticed him smirk knowingly. “I knew you couldn’t resist. You cannot say no to me, can you (Y/N)? You never say no to me. Precious thing that you are.” He spoke softly, that blasted smirk never leaving his lips, but you knew better.

“It appears so, my prince. What can I do for you?”. “I need your help with something that will require a bit more subterfuge than usual, are you up for it?” He asked, and you took a deep breath, your anger simmering down. You hated it when he used that sweet voice of his, the voice of ‘I always get what I want’. “What would you have me do, my prince?” You addressed him by his title which caused a small spark to form into the other’s eyes as he heard it, unfortunately it went completely unnoticed by you.

You could never make eye contact with the other for long, Loki’s gaze was hypnotizing more often than not and made you feel trapped, almost spellbound. It was silly, of course, why would he use a spell to bind you to him and his will, at the end of the day you could do what you wanted, you could say no to him. In fact, you just did but changed your mind because for some reason you did not care to investigate further, he always managed to stir your curiosity. The raven-haired God grinned, lips stretching into a toothy grin. Oh yes, there was pure mischief in that smile.

“Follow me, we should speak of it in private, for all we know, the shrubbery might have ears”. He chuckled and began walking towards the palace at steady pace. You followed quietly in his steps, watching the other’s graceful form as it moved.

Head held high, back straight, confidence in his steps, he was of royal blood, there was no question there, but you could always tell that Loki always had at least an extra ounce of grace compared to his brother and the rest of the warriors. Loki was always looking his best, he was always clean and smelling pleasantly. Clearly, he prized his own image and there was nothing wrong with that. Loki had many admirers just for that fact alone.

As you walked in his steps, your nose caught a whiff of something fresh and flowery, speaking of nice smells, there it was again, and they were far away from the gardens at this point.

When you reached Loki’s chambers, he made a quick move to close the door but not before peeking outside to make sure no one was around, the guards patrolling the hallway would not stop at his door, thankfully. You found yourself in the familiar chambers where you were forced to spend quite a copious amount of time, being Loki’s dog, but in spite of that, you have never seen his actual bedroom or anything personal. This was just a medium sized chamber that served as a small study and living area full of bookshelves, piles of scrolls and books laying about, on the small tea table and the sofa.

No matter how much you tried to organize Loki’s study room and keep it tidy in the time he was not giving you anything to do, somehow those books always found themselves out of the shelves and back into places they did not belong. You did not question it, the servants who cleaned the room did not question it. You smiled as you saw Loki’s desk, always in pristine condition and never cluttered with anything unnecessary. The God was a mystery you.

You snapped out of your little inspection as the God cleared his throat and you turned around to face him, offering him a small smile. “You have been very loyal to me in the past years (Y/N). Here is what I need you to do for me. And do not interrupt me until I am finished speaking.” He put up two fingers in sign for the other to keep his mouth shut.

You sighed and took a seat on the brown settee next to you, crossing your legs and leaning back, ready to listen to the other.

“Thor’s recent stupid escapade to Jotunheim has made me question his abilities to rule. You’ve seen it too, the recklessness, the childish behavior. It is not what should make the future king of Asgard. But more than that, it has made me question Odin’s true intentions with the frost giants. To be more specific, I saw something while on Jotunheim, something that needs further investigation. It is crucial for the safety of this Kingdom. I need answers, which I will likely not get from Odin or any of them for that matter. Do you know what lays underneath the palace? The vaults. Odin keeps all his artifacts and trophies there, I saw them briefly. We will get in there tonight. I will investigate what I need to, and we will get out, unseen. Questions? There better not be, since I was pretty clear.” You stared at the God, the gears in your head turning as you processed everything he was saying.

Yes, you knew about the nearly started war in Jotunheim, it happened very recently in fact. They said that prince Thor is awaiting punishment from the Allfather for his recklessness. Likely such an action will not earn him a swat on the hand. Loki was right in that aspect, Thor had been rather reckless and let anger cloud his judgement.

“When do we start?” You asked, your enthusiasm showing in your smile as you leaned forward as you expected the other to tell you a secret. You mentally beat yourself as you decided to go along with another one of his schemes, having a terrible feeling about how this might turn yet you could not help yourself, not when you saw that glint of mischief and amusement in his eyes. Loki approached you, reaching for a scroll next to the sofa, unrolling it before you so that you could see what looked like a map of the palace’s underground. You followed his movements carefully, listening to every word he said attentively.

However, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off those thin lips moving as he explained the plan in detail, giving you instructions on what you have to do. You found your thoughts drifting as the lovely flowery scent hit your nostrils again, inhaling it deeply. Your thoughts deviated for a moment, imagining yourself caressing those perfectly chiseled cheekbones, running your hand over the smooth pale flesh just to feel its temperature, gazing into those endless pools of green and finally, kissing those small, sweet lips. The god was gorgeous, there was no denying now. You’ve never been this close to him, you’ve never touched him except for a slight brush of hands when handling him the requested items.

Each time, Loki felt cold to the touch, but you never questioned it. “(Y/N), are you listening? (Y/N). “. As you heard your name you snapped out of reverie, flushing slightly as you met the god’s annoyed glare. “I... I... yes Loki, I... could you please repeat? I am sorry.” The god sighed but did not comment on your sudden slip, deciding instead to explain once more. This time you did not lose focus and agreed with everything Loki has planned out.

“Will the spell work?” You asked curiously. “The thing about invisibility spells is that they do not technically make you invisible, they create an illusion for the rest of the eyes present, without you in it. It’s as simple as that. And yes, it will work, remember who you’re speaking to.” He answered firmly, leaning into your personal space as he snatched the scroll from your hands. “I expect you to have memorized that. I am not letting you carry possible evidence with you.” He added. “May I ask...” You started but was bluntly cut off by the God. “You may not, I do not have time for idle chatter, now move along. It is almost midnight.” You sighed and nodded.

You slowly exited the room, closing the door with minimal sound, your feet carrying you through the empty halls and down the stairs towards the dungeons. Your steps light and almost soundless, your breathing even in contrast with the quietness of the halls. You did pass a few guards on the way, but none seemed to pay attention to you, being used to you coming out of Loki’s room late at night.

You decided to help Loki with this new plan of his, feeling a bit anxious at the thought of being included in one of his schemes again. You were well-aware that if this fails, it will be on you. However, you could not stop thinking about your earlier thoughts about the God. Where did that come from? You’ve been so fed up and frustrated with his behavior that the sudden change of heart in you made absolutely no sense.

TBC…

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“Back to Break”: Thor Odinson Imagine

Thor Imagine Endgame Thor also known as my precious Asgardian King who I share adore and worship forever and also leave him alone because he's perfect. *rant over...maybe* Thor x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader and Thor’s new bod, Yas King!

Imagine giving Thor tummy kisses....

Since the beginning of your relationship, Thor had always been bigger than you.

Just always.

It's never mattered what your weight was.

If it fluctuated or not.

He was just a big dude and he always had this massive presence to him.

Now, for most of the time that you knew him, he'd been very cut and trim which you know- whatever.

Sure, he was sexy and had a certain look to him that was deemed desirable by the public.

But Thor was sexy in any way or form because he was Thor.

You've wanted to fuck him when he was passed out on the couch and drool sliding down his chin.

You've wanted to fuck him when he got kicked off a building into a pit of mud.

It's Thor.

So with all the weight gain, you never even stopped to question your attraction to him.

Because that didn't change.

You adored him in all forms...and to be honest, there was more to love.

And you were fucking into it.

Now, you understood what it was like to question your body- as most people do.

Regardless of whether or not they want to admit it- most people struggle with SOMETHING.

And certainly if you happen to be plus sized.

Additionally, he'd gone through a lot in the past few years.

Even before the snap, Thor lost so much in such a small amount of time.

He was severely depressed and anxious and constantly dealing with past trauma.

Did that mean he was a mindless zombie?

Well, of course not- but it did call for space sometimes and you tried to respect that.

You got it.

So when one day you noticed him glancing at you a certain way- you took it as your opportunity.

Knowing him the way that you did- you could tell whether he was into it or not and lately- he just hadn't been.

But when you saw him staring past the television at you with a certain look about it.... you fucking attacked.

Honestly, you just internally celebrated because you felt like maybe now was your chance.

You'd never attack.

Well, ok maybe you would but that's not the point.

To begin with, you acted like you hadn't seen it - even though you had and you kept busying yourself with whatever you were doing.

The next time you decided to be a bit more deliberate as you made your way into the living area.

You leaned over him to open the window and felt his hand subconsciously come up to support your stomach to keep you from falling.

The touch made you look down to see his brown and blue eyes already staring at you.

In a moment, he dropped his hand and looked away making you furrow your brows.

"Thor?" you questioned.

"Sorry." he said with a shrug and you watched as he began to put on a brave face. "I wasn't trying to push it. I just didn't want you to fall."

"What do you mean?" you asked, brows drawing together.

"I didn't want you to lose your balance so I was just-" he rambled.

"No, babe. I got that. I just meant- what do you mean...push it?" you asked and then something dawned on you. "Thor, do you think I don't want you to touch me?"

The way he avoided your eyes told you everything.

Caution be damned.

You climbed into his lap immediately, startling him.

Your soft belly pressed against his and your own wonderfully soft body rested so perfectly on his larger thighs.

They were still the big, muscular legs you knew but now a layer of soft padding made it even softer.

A perfect seat.

You grabbed his face and turned to look at him.

"Thor, listen to me." you said. "I ALWAYS want you. Always."

"You've been distant..." he said.

"Only because I didn't want to cause YOU any stress." you said with a shake of your head. "Babe, you've been through a lot. That snap had nothing to do with you even though I know that's what you tell yourself. But you had a lot on your shoulders BEFORE all that. I'm here for you no matter what but I've been trying to give you space and not smother you as well."

His large hands had founds their place on your soft hips immediately and you could feel him squeezing the soft, pliable flesh there.

His bottom lip trembled a bit and you could see his mismatched eyes watering.

"I thought...I thought- " he started. "I thought you didn't want me anymore. Like this, I mean."

"Because you've gained weight?" you asked and he nodded as his chin dropped sending his long hair into his face.

He was hiding from you and so you pushed it back as your hand found his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.

When you broke, the both of you were breathless.

"Thor, I love you- forever and more and more every day. That's what I want you to remember first." you said not letting him get far from you. "Second, I am so attracted to you it's a constant battle not to want to ride you like a mechanic bull."

He nearly choked on his own spit and he cleared his throat to try and recover from it.

You giggled, "I've always been attracted to you. I was attracted to you the moment I met you. And if you'll remember correctly, I didn't even see you for about a month. We literally talked on the phone because Steve's a loser and he won't text me."

He laughed at the memories.

He was still somewhat fresh to Earth and you'd taken a quick friendship to Steve...and was appalled that he wouldn't text you.

Thor had caught on rather quickly.

"And then you sent me a picture one day on accident." You reminded him. "It was 100 % an up the nose shot and you even had a boogey. But I would've smashed right then. And I had no concept of the rest of you at that point. "

"You sent me one back and you made yourself look like a monkey." he laughed. "I thought you were the sweetest thing I'd ever seen in my life."

"See." you reminded him. "Now, if I wanted to smash an up the nose shot of you with a booger in the cave, do you really think that I wouldn't want you now?"

He was smiling a bit now which you loved more than anything.

"And if you'd like to know the absolute truth about it." you said leaning back and getting a bit more comfortable. "I'm actually very much into the fact that you're even more bigger than me now. We've discussed this before. I've always like that you can just toss my ass around like it's nothing even though we both know I'm PLENTY. And now you're even bigger than me. You're still strong as hell and now you're squishy too. I'm way into it."

He stared you at in a way that almost made you squirm.

"It's been a constant thing to remind myself to not just be on you all the time while you're going through this. We both know I'm a sex craved demon, Thor." you said half joking, but both of ya'll knowing you were kinda serious.

You slid off his lap and his breath hitched as you came in for another kiss.

They migrated over his jaw and down his neck as you pulled his shirt up before your sinful lips left marks over his strong chest.

He was just as strong as ever but now, there was this softness to him that drove you wild.

Every inch of this new soft stomach was adorned with hot open mouth kisses and he nearly lost his mind at the feeling of it all.

He grabbed you and quickly swapped places and thrust you back into the couch as he got to his feet.

You bit your lip at the sight of seeing him stand over you like that.

You were no stranger to his position but now....it was so much better.

"Is this what you want?" he asked finally shedding the shirt and standing before you in his loose fitting pants.

You nodded as the cheshire cat grin stretched over your face.

He chuckled as he looked down at you.

His perfectly plump little goddess staring up at him with adoration.

He wondered how he could have ever doubted you?

"Well come on then." he said, a familiar spark in his eyes as he held his arms out.

You jumped into his arms without hesistation.

It was one of your many favorite things about Thor.

He could always carry you like it was nothing.

Your legs wrapped around him and his soft belly pressed into yours and you damn near purred.

"I really like this." you told him motioned to your stomachs pressed against each other. "You're so soft."

"Do you finally understand what I've been telling you since we met?" he asked walking you both towards the bed.

"Yes." you said. "Do you?"

He laid you down gently and smiled at you softly, "Yes, my Queen. Thank you."

And then, he fucking smirked as his hand drew back and he popped you right on the ass.

"Now, bend over." he said. "I've got to catch up on a few things."

You grinned at him wickedly as you felt his lips on your thigh and kicked him away.

"You can eat this cake later." you said. "Right now, you got a back to break."

His fingers dug into your ample hips and the sound of skin on skin was all but music to your ears.

Apparently ya boy was hungry...and he was just getting started.

Heeeeey, smoochies! So we saucy up in here but damn boo, I like me a juicy, thick and delicious Thor, ya know.

Anyway, I hope you liked it and I want to you know that I am fully open to requests for Thor. Especially Endgame Thor. Yes, juicy King. Break this back anyway you want.

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agent-shield-blog · 5 years

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A Light of Hope

Pairing: Reader X Tony Request: I was wondering if it would be okay if I request an imagine of Tony x Reader, where it's post infinity war and Tony finally comes home and the reader Warnings: A little angsty and some language Notes: Sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy it!

72 days. 72 days since I had seen Tony Stark. Since we said our goodbyes before his com cut out into space. Now here I am at the avenger's facility in upstate New York. My body has been nothing but numb for the past few months. I’ve lost almost all my friends, my family, and the love of my life. Its been months and I can’t feel a thing. The only thought that goes through my head is that maybe it would be better if I were gone instead. If I would have just turned to dust and floated into the galaxy. Nat and Steve tried their hardest, even through their pain and loss, to help me but I was so far gone I didn't know how I found the power to draw breath every day.

It was a cloudy Thursday, but then again I could have sworn that the sun hadn't appeared since that day. Everyone was in Bruce's lab, and we were all going over the data once again. Going over our numbers of how many people we had lost. Looking at the friends that had either died or possibly gone missing. In my head anyone missing was dead, to think they were alive was just wishful thinking. I watched as Peters' face came up, then Shuri, followed by Scott.

It was just a constant reminder of what we had lost. The others kept throwing out ideas of what to do and how to do it. I listened to their opinions but knew all of them were long-shots. I glanced over my shoulder to the other end of the room where Rocket was sitting. He hadn't talked to anyone since the day we lost everyone. He would just sit in front of the transmitter Bruce had set up to try and get into contact with anyone out in the galaxy. Whether it was rockets friends, or possibly Tony. We were all waiting for the day that the transmitter would go off.

Feeling sorry for Rocket, I left the conversation that was as always growing tension from arguments, and took a seat next to him. I didn't say anything but simply stared at the machine. I didn't know exactly how it worked, but from what Bruce had told us, once it starts blinking or making some sort of sound, it means that we picked something up.

Rocket and I sat there for about two hours as the others came and went from the lab. A few were trying to figure out some pager that Fury was fumbling with before he got turned to dust. Nat was trying to locate Clint, who we hadn't heard from. She checked his home and found four piles of dust inside. Meaning someone was either outside at the time, or someone had survived.

As we stared at the machine, Rocket finally had spoken for the first time since that terrible day.

“I always wondered why I avoided friends.” I turned to look at him. His face was tired and sad, as most everyone's was. “I always thought it was because life would be easier on my own. Taking care of my own business, not having to deal with other peoples shit all over my ship. But now, I think it was because I was afraid to lose people I cared about. And now that I've experienced all the thing you do in friendship, I still wouldn't give up the memories we had together to trade away the pain.” I grinned to myself, probably the first time I had in weeks, and gave Rocket a small comforting pat on the back. And surprisingly enough he didn't cringe or turn away. Before the moment was over Steve came back into the room to grab something he had forgotten.

“(y/n), Rocket? Do you guys want anything to eat? Rhodey is making some sandwiches, and I could bring you guys something?”

“I’m fine Steve.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm absolutely positively fucking sure.” Steve sighed as he turned his back and walked back out the door. Rocket looked at me with a look of questioning on his face.

“A few years ago, our governments were trying to sign an accord that our group only be called in when needed. Steve hated the idea but Tony and I saw that if we signed, we could get the laws writing to change, and in true times of peril, such as when Thanos sent a spaceship down here, we would intervene without orders. The group was divided for a long time, and it felt like I lost part of my family ever since that day. I betrayed Tony at one point, and it almost tore us apart. Life for me that year wasn't easy.”

“So you hate Steve?”

“I just wonder if all of this could have been avoided if we were all still on one team. If Steve could have just signed, maybe things wouldn't be the way they are.” Rocket nodded in agreement before turning his view back to the transmitter, and me the same.

Another hour had passed in silence. I got up from the chair and did some stretching as my limbs were becoming sore from sitting all day. One thing I always bugged Tony about was that he had all this money yet couldn't afford to find stylish yet comfortable seating. He’d always have some excellent one-liner ready to go in response. As I bent to the floor, I saw a red flash between my legs. I shot up as Rocket scrambled out of his seat and onto the table with the transmitter.

“Rocket did it just flash? You saw that right?”

“Yeah, I did.” We both looked at each other and back to the machine. Once again a bright red flash lit up the room. I fumbled for my phone in my back-pocket before dialing Bruces number.

“Bruce, the transmitter it keeps flashing red what does that mean?”

“Stay there and don't touch anything!” Bruce told me sternly before hanging up the phone. Within thirty seconds Bruce came running into the lab to where Rocket and I were. Bruce lightly moved me to the side while he fumbled with some switches. I quickly texted Rhodey, Thor, Nat and Steve to get in here ASAP. I put my phone back in the pocket and waited for Bruce to get the transmitter in, and after turning one last dial, we heard a voice fill the empty room.

“Is this thing on? Hey miss (y/l/n). If you find this recording, don't feel bad about this. Part of the journey is the end. Being adrift in space with zero promise of rescue is more fun than it sounds. Food and water ran out four days ago. Oxygen will run out tomorrow morning, and that will be it. When I drift off, I will dream about you. It’s always you.” And with that, the message ended. I turned around with tears in my eyes to see everyone else standing in the doorway. Everyone looked just about as heartbroken as I was. But before I could let my legs fall to the ground in agony, an alarm started going off in the tower. We pulled out our phones and saw an alert from FRIDAY with notice of objects overhead off the facility. Nat snapped out of her emotions first and ran towards the nearest door with a tactical belt near hand. Steve and Thor were next. Followed by Bruce, and Rhodey was last to follow. Rocket made his way towards me and patted my leg. Trying to console me just as I had done with him before. In my mind, there was a glimpsing light of hope slowly fading. Tony was the smartest person I had ever met. If he were stuck in space, he’d find a way out. If he could cheat death more than once, he could do it again. I looked down at Rockets before making my way out to grab my gear and to head outside. If any enemy was trying to cross paths with me tonight, they should know things for them will end poorly in the state of fury I'm in.

I joined the others who were gathering off near some of the acreage we had. I looked up as I jogged over to them, and a small, but bright orange dot was trailing overhead.

“What is it?” Nat questioned Bruce as he attempted to point some equipment at it but was getting no reading back on it.

“I have no clue whatever it is, it's not from around here, and we've never had it in our system before.” We waited with as much patience as we could as the ship made its descent into the field in front of us. Rocket made his way forward through the group taking a piece of Bruce's equipment.

“I’ve seen this kind of ship before, definitely from a galaxy much further than here.” Finally, the ship landed in front of us, slowly settling itself into the ground. The engine turned off causing all lights to go dark. Everyone had hands on weapons ready to go waiting for the doors to open. Finally, a platform slowly began to descend. I took in the spaceship trying to get any readings. I looked through the windows trying to see if I could make out anything. My eyes grazed over one object in particular. It almost seemed like, it couldn't be… Tonys’ helmet.

A figure weakly made its way out onto the platform almost stumbling along. Within a second I knew. I rushed through the others, and past by Steve who was leading the group forward. He grabbed my wrist and tried to hold me back. Having enough pent up anger from the battle at the airport I had no problem punching Steve in the stomach to make my way to the ship. The smell of hot earth filled my lungs as a continued to run to the figure in front of me. I made it halfway up the platform, before greeting the figure and crashing into an embrace. With all the energy he could muster, Tony wrapped his arms around me. I began to sob uncontrollably as part of the hell I was living just became bearable. Tony ran his fingers through the back of my hair trying to calm me down.

“Thank God you’re alive. It’s okay (y/n), it's okay. I’m here now.” I drew back just a little to take in his face. There were new scars abundant on his face, alongside his tired eyes, and his more prominent check bones from lack of nutrients.

“I thought I lost you forever Tony.”

“You can't get rid of me that easily.” I choked up a laugh through the intermittent sobs. I finally broke the embrace and helped Tony down the rest of the platform. At this point all the others where they're at the bottom to welcome Tony back and help in any way they could. When it finally came to Steve, Tony looked at him sternly before bringing him in for a hug. “I never thought I’d say this capsicle, but I missed you, I still don't forgive you, but I missed you.”

Once all reunited and introduced to Nebula we made our way back inside. I had helped Tony get a shower, and insisted he get some rest, but he told me that he was fine and needed to talk to the others. We all made our way to the living room near the labs for a chat. Tony sat down, wincing a little in pain from the scar that was still trying to heal from his battle against Thanos. I covered Tony with a blanket before giving him some more water as his body needed to readjust to food and liquids. I finally took my spot next to him on the couch, and we all waited a moment before Tony finally spoke.

“Peter and Dr. Strange are gone. Star-lord and the rest of his crew are all gone too.” I brought my head up to look through the window into Bruce's lab, towards Rocket who was back to his position of waiting at the transmitter. I’d have to go tell him after this.

“We tried. We tried so hard, but it wasn't enough. We almost had it but one wrong move and it was all over.” Tony still staring straight at the ground, grabbed for my hand which I took and gave it a squeeze, not dare letting go.

“And now we’re here. With half of the population of the universe decimated, Thanos still on the loose somewhere, and a broken group of Avengers. Who would have thought that one stone so many years ago would lead to this.” I gave Tony's hand another gentle squeeze and scooched closer to him. No one said a thing, absorbing the rest of the information in. Tony took a sip of water before continuing.

“Strange looked at all the outcomes, and he said there was only one in the millions that he saw, where we win, where we come out on top. The bastards gone now, so I don’t know how to do it, but there's a way. And since we couldn't protect the earth this time, you should all be pretty damn sure that we are going to avenge it.”

We all talked for a little bit before deciding it was best for Tony to get some sleep. Everyone slowly exited out while Tony and I sat there. Tony laid down on the couch and placed his head on my lap. We both stared at each other for a while, taking in a sight we both longed for the past few months. I slowly brushed my fingers through his hair. I rarely got to see his hair in a state where it wasn't perfectly blowdried and gelled. We sat like this for about thirty minutes before I gave up on trying to get Tony to fall asleep like this.

“I’m going to go get you some applesauce to eat before you go to bed.”

“I don’t want to go to bed, I just want to look at you some more.”

“Eat the applesauce, and then we can head off to bed together, and you can drift off to sleep to dream about me, while I'm right there next to you.” Tony brought up his hand and brushed my cheek softly, holding it there for a moment while taking in my face one last time before allowing me to get up.

As I made my way back from the kitchen with a bowl of applesauce and a spoon in hand I turned the corner to the door of Bruce's lab, knowing there was something else that needed to be done first. But as I took a step inside, I noticed Nebula and Rocket sitting at the transmitter together. Nebula was talking in hushed tones, but I knew what she was saying. I slowly backed out of the room and made my way back to Tony who was now sitting up, with the blanket on top of his head, but his face still showing. I placed the bowl and spoon in his hand and waited patiently for him to finish. Once done I sat the bowl on the table knowing I could take care of it in the morning, although Tony in the good old days used to have a fit anytime I left dirty dishes out overnight.

Once in our room, I grabbed Tony some pajamas and let him change while I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Once done I exited the bathroom and saw Tony in bed, his eyes following every move I made. I changed into some more comfortable clothes and climbed into bed with him. I sat my head down on my pillow and turned so my face was turned to his. I studied his brown eyes, taking in the moment that I had so longed for 72 days ago.

“I love you (y/n) (y/l/n). I don't think I’ll let a day go by where you don't hear those words.”

“I love you too Tony Stark. Get some rest, I’ll be right here. Always.”

I made sure to let Tony fall asleep first, and once he finally did, I turned over and shut off the light before turning back around to face him. I took in his face one last time before closing my eyes and allowing my mind to shut off for the night. For once in these 72 days I had hope that things might turn out okay.

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@thelazyfanartist Hey I finally got this done and I’m very happy with it despite it being a procrastination method from revision man am I gonna fail my exams at this rate.

Anyway here is the fourth drabble in the schoolboy!arslan au that you requested. I say drabble it’s 4k+ long... I hope you enjoy

Chapter Four

The room that Elam stands in the doorway to is a mess with old toys strewn about the wooden floor in almost a circle from the centre, he sighs at the thought of cleaning it up.

“Hey Elam, did you bring your old toys to go through for the beneficence day?” Arslan asks him, springing up from what could be described as the eye of the storm, if the storm were one of dolls and stuffed animals.

He lifts up the canvas bag in his right hand to show him, Arslan eyes the graphic print on it for a moment then holds out his hand expectantly. Elam loops the handles around Arslan’s wrist, he tugs the bag open and peers inside, wide grin forming on his face as he pulls out a spiderman action figure, “Cool! You have my favourite hero!”

Elam steps closer to him, digging around in the bag himself, he produces a Hawkeye figure and holds it up to eye level, “Yeah, but Hawkeye’s my favourite because he's skilled with a bow and that's pretty awesome. Even more awesome is that in the original comics he's deaf, that's pretty inspiring for disabled kids, y’know?” Elam tells him.

And even though his voice lacks the same obvious excitement as his, Arslan has long since learnt to read him by the way the corners of his eyes crinkle as he talks about it, by the way that he stands just a little bit straighter and holds the figure to his chest. Arslan smiles softly, he's more than fond of seeing his friend so happy.

“Yeah! It's great because it shows that even with a disability you can be anything - even a superhero!” Arslan agrees, enthusiastically nodding his head, “Hawkeye is Daryun’s third favourite, besides Thor and Captain America.”

‘Yeah, they're kinda cool too.” Elam glances back down at the figure sadly, he doesn't really want to give it away.

“He says Spiderman is lame though, says it's because he reminds him of a teenage Narsus, except Narsus didn't have a six pack and liked art too.” Arslan gently takes the figure out of Elam’s hand as he laughs, (he takes pride in drawing that laugh out of his friend, he's glad that he doesn't always feel the need to be so serious around him anymore.) Arslan sets the two action figures down carefully on his bed, kept apart from all of the unsorted toys, “Anyway, we can't get rid of these.”

“Wow. Was Narsus that much of a nerd?” Elam asks, still in stitches and clutching his arms around his sides.

“What do you mean was? He still is!” Arslan jokes, mumbling an afterthought, “Though he's more of an art nerd than a science nerd now, I guess.”

Elam carefully steps around the toys to sit in the middle of them, he drags Arslan with him by the sleeve. Picking up the nearest stuffed animal in front of him, Elam inspects it for any rips in the stitching or missing eyes. When he finds nothing wrong with it he holds it up to Arslan. Silently answering the question, Arslan nods his head to say that it can be donated; Elam sets the toy aside in a basket labelled “donations.”

They get into a rhythm of deciding whether the toys can stay or go, picking them up, checking them over for injury and then questioning whether they can be kept or not. Most of the toys wind up in the basket, too many for them to be of any emotional value. Occasionally though, Arslan shakes his head and tenderly takes the toy from Elam’s hand, placing them on the bed. It builds up an eclectic collection of old, tattered toys that he stares at fondly.

They’re special to him, each and every one, he doesn't want to get rid of them. Knowing they're safe, he quietly returns to helping Elam sort the rest of the toys, neither of them break the silence, though Elam wants to ask what makes each one so important. After all, every toy has a story to it when it means something.

Breaking the silence between them by means of a creaking door, Alfarid strides in, calling out, “Guys, I’m here!”

Taking another step into the room, Alfarid stands on one of the still unsorted toys, slipping and crashing into the basket. A few toys go flying out, one of them hitting Elam on the head; Alfarid sits slightly dazed in the basket, limbs splayed everywhere and giggles sheepishly, “So um, what were you guys doing?”

Elam scowls at her, rubbing the impact spot, “We were enjoying ourselves but I guess that’s over now.”

Long used to his sass, Alfarid simply sticks her tongue out at him. Despite Elam’s sourness towards her, Arslan laughs at her. She laughs along too, guessing herself just how ridiculous she must look. The three blink at an unexpected flash and the sound of a camera shutter, Etoile stands in the doorway, polaroid camera in hand and held up in front of her face. Lowering it, she tugs the photograph printing in the bottom out and fans it around. The photograph develops, ink drying and the image forming in blotches.

She looks at it and grins, chuckling just slightly, then she holds it out for the others to see. They smile and Alfarid takes the photo in her own hand.

“This one’s a keeper!” she beams. “It’s definitely going in my memory box.”

Etoile points to the window where opened light blue and white curtains let the sunlight filter in through the glass, “Yeah, the lighting in here made sure it came out great. But that should be going in my memory box, I took the picture.”

Pouting, she holds it out for the other girl, but Elam quickly snatches it away and squints at it. He cracks a smile and shoves it into Arslan's face.

“It’s cute, we look cute in this photo don't we Denka?” he pauses, considering thoughtfully for a moment, then adds, “Alfarid doesn't.”

She gasps in outrage, insulted and ready to fire expletives back at him, Etoile speaks over the top of her, vexed, “Wait, why did you call him ‘Denka’?”

Alfarid resorts to crossing her eyes and arms and sticking her tongue out at Elam in a huff, he pays her no mind and gestures towards the bed in the corner of the room, “Because he has a king sized bed, in like every room, but we're still kids, so Denka.”

She glances to Arslan, ‘Denka’, questioningly but to her surprise he doesn't seem to mind the nickname. She turns her head away rapidly when she realises that she's caught his eye with her own. He jumps up, excitedly putting a hand on her shoulder.

“You should take another one,” he tells her, voice as warm as a sunny day, “but this time you should get in too!”

She nods, still a little surprised, then finds her voice to reply, “Of course, it wouldn't be the perfect photo if I weren't in it.”

He laughs happily and bounces off to the pile of toys on the bed.

“Before you take it,” he says, waving Alfarid over to his side, “we need to organise the toys on here for the background.”

They align them against the wall, organising them by size with the largest teddy bears at the back and action figures sitting in the front. Arslan grabs Elam’s arm and drags him over to sit in front of the bed with him and Alfarid. Etoile sets a fifteen second timer and places the camera on the bed side table, seating herself next to Arslan. Seconds later the camera flashes and she fights the urge to blink. She’d set it to go off three times, one photo for each of them.

The polaroid deposits the photographs in front of it, she idly goes through them, pausing and deciding which she likes best, Alfarid making the peace sign whilst Elam glares at her, Arslan and herself making silly faces; maybe the one when all four of them are smiling and Elam and Alfarid have given up their bickering. She decides on the one where, for some strange reason, Arslan's smile is directed at her instead of the camera. She pockets that one carefully and leaves the other three open to the others’ choice.

Turning to Elam, she picks up a stuffed horse off of the wooden floor, dangling it in the air by the tail. She scrutinises the toy, swinging it from side to side, “So Elam, why all the toys? We helping a tragic case of hoarding or? I mean, if so I guess it's a productive use of a Thursday afternoon… ”

Elam laughs, “No, our school is having a beneficence day so we're going through all of Arslan's old stuff to sell some and raise money.”

“You can donate that horse by the way,” Arslan chimes in.

Etoile nods, dumping it amongst the other sacrificed toys. “What about this ratty old bear? Are you sure you want to keep it?” she asks just a little brashly. Its fur is worn and discoloured, one of the eyes is missing and some of the stitching is coming away, letting the stuffing spill out in small patches. They couldn't even donate it if they had wanted to.

Still, Arslan nods almost shyly, softly replying, “Yes… I want to keep it.”

She carefully passes it to him, gazing thoughtfully in his direction, head cocked slightly to the side, “That’s important to you, isn’t it?” she says slowly.

“Yes, it’s the only thing I have left of my birth parents. They gave it to me when I was five.”

Alfarid’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Your birth parents?”

Smiling almost sadly at her, Arslan sighs quietly, ‘Yeah, they died in a car accident when I was eight.” He brightens up then - Etoile can't help but think the expression reads as fake - adding, “I'm okay with donating almost anything, just not this, okay?”

Elam silently pats his arm, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, Arslan briefly taps Elam's hand with his own in acknowledgement.

Clapping a hand gently on his shoulder, Etoile reassures him, “Well that's fine, isn't it? You don't have to give up everything of yourself to make a difference to others.” She grins broadly at him then, firmly stating, “Giving to charity is a good thing Arslan, you just need to make sure you keep something for yourself too.”

When he beams at her in response, agreeing resolutely, she thinks she might just have to change her opinion of him as a spoiled rich boy. “Why don't I take that and fix it for you?” she asks, pointing at the stuffing spilling out like Winnie the Pooh’s, “I know how to sew.”

This time it's Elam's turn to be surprised, “Really?” he enquires almost incredulously.

“Yup.”

“Do you think you could teach me then? I'm no good at it past stitching up holes.” Elam points to the dark brown fabric patches on the elbows of his deep green jumper as if they were evidence of his lack of skills.

Etoile laughs then, quickly obliging herself, “Yeah, I think that would be fun. I could even teach you how to make clothes, if you want me to,” she says, closely scrutinising his work and mumbling, “though I think you're plenty good already.”

She doesn't notice the camera go off again, snapping a shot of her intensely staring at Elam's elbow whilst he looks to be concentrating equally as hard. Giggles escape Alfarid, betraying her mischief as she shows off the picture to Arslan who giggles along with her.

Cutting off the giggling, she turns to Arslan again, “Well do you?” she almost demands the answer of him, “I promise no harm will come to it whilst in my care. Just good old stuffing surgery.”

Easily agreeing, he hands the toy over to her, “Yes, I trust you'll do a great job.”

Daryun interrupts them, knocking loudly and pushing open the door to the room. “Dinner's ready kids. Come down and eat.”

“You didn't cook it now, did you?” Elam worries at him, Daryun isn't someone he would trust to make food. Responsible, usually, but he's just as much of a disaster in the kitchen as Narsus is, if his attempt at a cake is anything to go by.

Daryun's expression morphs into one of offense, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, and his mouth set in an annoyed line, “Yes I did, I don't really think there's anywhere to go wrong with spaghetti bolognaise, Elam.”

Holding his glare a moment, Elam eventually relents, accepting that Daryun perhaps might not be as useless a cook as he is a baker. Though he does question why Daryun decided to make it himself, if he remembers correctly, Elam believes that Arslan's household employed a cook already, and that it certainly wasn't Daryun.

Daryun smiles in response, “Okay then, I'll drop you lot off at home after you've finished dinner then.”.

Etoile takes the bear home with her.

After her Tuesday afternoon shift in the shop, Etoile wanders around the town centre a little bit, gazing in shop windows without entering, pressing her hands against the glass when she takes interest in something and peering in curiously only to pull herself away a moment later. Eventually she arrives in front of the store she actually intends to enter and pushes open the door. It's a small shop with little room and fewer regular customers, but the products are good quality and inexpensive, so it's her chosen place to shop.

They have pretty fabrics hung on spools all across the far wall, Etoile likes looking at them, running her fingers across each one as she tries to decide which one she needs to buy. Pausing, she takes the bear from the plain brown satchel at her hip and studies it, tapping a finger against her lips in thought. A patchwork job would probably last longer, she thinks, than just sewing up the bear. As long as she finds the right fabric and colour.

This one, she thinks, feeling a soft and velvet-like deep brown fabric. She buys half a meter, some brown thread and a button that matches the eye of the bear. She pays for the items and is almost out of the door before she remembers that some stuffing might be useful. Purchasing the stuffing, she leaves and makes her way home.

Her apartment is empty when she arrives, Barcacion - the great uncle that she lives with and is rather fond of - isn't home, leaving Etoile to quietly sit in the arm chair by the window as she repairs the bear. It doesn't take long to fix, but as her needle dips in and out of the fabric, sewing the toy's wound shut, Etoile considers why Arslan, with all his money, didn't just pay for the bear to be sewn back up. At first she can't think of any real reason, eventually however, she thinks that maybe it was because he was scared it would be changed beyond recognition and he wouldn't have anything left of the people who formed his early life. After that, she's careful to make sure the bear remains recognisable.

Her chance to return the bear doesn't come until the Beneficence Day three days later. She wanders through the gate idly, taking her time to enjoy the afternoon sun that spills over the buildings around her, casting shadows and golden rays alike. The school grounds are unusually busy, but that's hardly surprising given the day's event, still, the crowd is so thick that she struggles to see where she can find Arslan, Elam or Alfarid. What gives it away is the circle of young children and their parents circling around one particular covered table, she figures that nothing other than a ridiculous amount of toys would draw that kind of attention and starts weaving her way through the throng of people to get there.

When Arslan catches sight of her amongst the crowd he beams at her brightly and waves to her to catch her attention, she smiles gently and holds up the bear, moving one of its arms from side to side to wave back at him. He laughs cutely, clutching his sides with one arm, Etoile quite likes the look of his laughing face. Quietly, and to herself, Etoile giggles along with him, holding one hand up to her mouth to hide it. Upon arrival in Arslan's little covered stall she deposits the bear in the front pocket of his apron, situating it with its arms hanging out over the top as Arslan's face begins to flame whenever her hands accidentally brush at his chest. She steps back, peers at him critically and smiles, satisfied with how it looks.

“Now you look like a toy maker, one who likes giving gifts to little children.” She tells him, patting his shoulder momentarily.

“That doesn't sound like such a bad job, actually.” He says thoughtfully, turning from her and serving a bright eyed little girl who eagerly buys the cutest stuffed rabbit Etoile has ever seen. Arslan holds a finger to his lips and leans down to whisper conspiratorially to her, “I'll tell you a secret about that rabbit, but you have to promise to take good care of her.”

The little girl nods her head, wearing a serious expression and crossing her heart, “I promise!” She says gravely in a hushed whisper.

Arslan looks pensively at her for a moment, “Okay,” he tells the girl, “That rabbit is the princess of the rabbit kingdom, but no one can know or the foxes will find her and plunge the kingdom into turmoil.”

She gasps and glances astonished down at the bunny in her arms.

“So you need to protect her, you see, brave lady knight, I wish you good luck.”

“Thank you, I'll look after her well.” The little girl declares, leaving and going back to her mother.

Etoile watches fondly and just slightly awed, she never realised just how good Arslan was with children, she doesn't quite know what to say, it reminds her of a game she used to play as a child. “That was adorable,” slips past her lips as he turns back to face her.

“I used to play a similar game when I was a kid, my bear used to be the prince of a fallen kingdom,” Arslan tells her wistfully, “Sometimes - as often as I could, actually - I used to get Daryun to play it with me, he was always this brave warrior, see.”

Etoile’s own memories are somewhat the same, it’s a rather nostalgic feeling, “Ah, me too, I was a valiant knight, fighting for my kingdom in the name of God, well, a made up one that I called Yaldaboath. It was fun.”

He smiles softly at her, probably imagining when she was ten years old, running around and swinging a foam sword. At least she can imagine him playing with teddy bears straight back.

“Arslan, you can switch out with me now. Go enjoy the rest of the event,” Elam says from behind her, appearing out of nowhere and startling Etoile just slightly.

Arslan nods, gently grabbing Etoile's hand and tugging her along with him, a mischievous sparkle shining in his eyes. He doesn't say much, concentrating on navigating through the crowd of people, stopping at a table with a crudely set up game of ring toss that offers prizes in the form of toys, money and cupcakes.

“Do you want to play?” Arslan asks her, pulling his hand away and reaching in his pocket for change to pay with.

Ignoring the emptiness of her hand, Etoile agrees, reaching for the rings, “Sure, but pay for two games I want to know who's better at this game.” She says, challenging him to test his aim.

He has fairly good aim, actually, which shouldn't surprise Etoile given his school has beaten hers at mixed baseball before. His first two throws go well, the rings hang on the necks of the bottles but he overshoots the last one just slightly and misses. He shrugs somewhat disappointedly, staring longingly at a giant chocolate cupcake offered as a prize. “Guess I'm not getting that cake then,” he says and Etoile swears she can hear genuine sadness in his voice.

Grabbing the second set of three rings, Etoile aims carefully, flinging them with just the right amount of force that they land on the bottlenecks, spinning noisily around them like a hula hoop. She doesn't even have to say what prize she wants, the bored student hands over the chocolate cupcake immediately. Etoile shoves it towards Arslan, offering it to him.

“You look hungry, so take it.” She half commands him.

Instead of eating it all himself, Arslan splits it in half and gives the bigger piece back to her, “Thanks,” he tells her with an impish grin.

There's not really much else to do at the beneficence day, having come so late and working on the teddy bear stall, they've missed all the events like races and talent shows. Etoile quickly finds herself growing bored despite her company and the different little games they play - actually, the one with the water guns is fun since she gets to soak him and he gapes at her in open shock - though she holds it in and doesn't say anything, at least she has time to think for once.

The crowd has thinned by the time he turns to her, still damp from her earlier attacks, “There’s not really anything left to do here, is there?”

Etoile shakes her head, “Not really, I think we missed all the good stuff, unfortunately.”

Arslan hums in agreement, making a little noise and obviously thinking about something else , what exactly, Etoile isn’t sure. He holds his hand out expectantly, waiting for her to take it again, “Let’s go then, I know somewhere nice.”

Hesitantly, Etoile takes his hand, following him through the grounds and avoiding the last few stragglers there, her cheeks feel decidedly warm.

“Where are we going?” She asks as they leave the gates, heading away from the school and in the opposite direction from his house, moving farther from the town centre with every step.

“You'll see,” he tells her cryptically, staring up at the top of a grassy hill from the base of it.

A small playpark sits on the summit of the hill, surrounded by a bright coloured fence and trees dotted around behind it with swings and slides and a giant climbing frame among the things to do there. Arslan tugs her hand and starts climbing it, bringing Etoile to realise that he wanted to take her to the park. Sometimes, she thinks, he’s a little bit of a kid and a little cliché but she doesn’t mind it so much. Silently challenging Arslan to a race, Etoile removes her hand from his, sprinting up the hill ahead of him. She sees him break into a run as she glances behind her, the corners of his lips curved up into a wide smile.

Etoile wins the race, sitting in the grass and panting at the top of the hill as she waits for him to struggle his way up.

“You’re many times fitter than I am, Etoile, I don’t know how you managed to run the whole way up,” He tells her, bent over with his hands on his thighs and wheezing to catch his breath.

Etoile shrugs casually, “I cycle to school.”

Pushing herself up from the grass, Etoile waits for him to stop wheezing and takes herself to the swings; she’s always been fond of swings, something about them is relaxing and they always seem to have the amazing power of clearing her mind. Arslan sits on the one next to her, swinging quietly aside from the creaking of the chains that attach the seat to the bar and the scuffing sound of his feet when he kicks off the ground. It’s peaceful.

“You know, I always used to come to this park as a kid, you know, before I was taken to Castle Andragoras.” He says softly, breaking their comfortable silence with a mournful tone of regret, “I don’t really remember it.”

“Was it fun?” Etoile asks in an almost-whisper.

“Yes.” Arslan abruptly stops swinging, getting up and holding out his hand for her again.

She lets the swing stop naturally before she stands, though she doesn’t take his hand this time, there’s no way for her to get lost in the little play park. After a confused moment, he lets his hand drop and begins climbing the giant climbing frame that she noticed earlier.

“Come up here, Etoile, this is what I wanted to show you.” He calls down to her, already a short distance from the ground.

She obeys, scaling her way up through the organised mess of cold metal bars until she reaches just below the top, where Arslan sits on one of the bars, distractedly swinging his legs as he gazes over the city. As she sits beside him, watching the same view as him, Etoile thinks she knows why he brought her there. The sunset is beautiful, pinks, purples, oranges and reds taking over from the sunny blue bathe every tree and building in their hues. If she remembers correctly, it’s the start of magic hour, or twilight.

“It’s so pretty, I’m glad you brought me to see it,” she voices with some awe.

“Yeah, I’ve always thought so,” he whispers on an exhaled breath, glancing at her from the corner of his eye with a fond smile.

Etoile sways slightly and Arslan places his hand on hers to help her keep her balance.

“Do you remember this?” She asks quietly.

“Yes.”

If you enjoyed this please think about a reblog so that more people can read it!

@inokinako You would probably like to read, no?

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #arstoile #arslan #elam #alfarid #etoile #schoolboy!arslan au #flings this into the abyss and hides #Man I feel like I'm slow burning arslan and etoile but am I?#Pretty sure I've read much more slowburn fic than this drabble series tbh #enjoy though

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Irked

Title: Irked Author: lokilover9 Chapter: #16 Rating: Mature After leaving the shop and discussing their interaction with the ladies, Loki silently revisited Shandis comment from the park. ‘Whenever possible, I avoided you.’ It struck him like an unforeseen, blow to the stomach he'd caused her such distress and vowed it mandatory to apologize for. Wanting the right moment and words, time would allow him to plan. Shandi had taken a cool shower, then suggested they call Tony while Loki poured himself a triple whiskey. The strength of Midgardian alcohol was nothing compared to Asgards and took several bottles to have any effect. “Soon, perhaps. Care for a drink?” He asked. “You don't think he'd wanna know everything, ASAP?” “I should start dinner first.” “Why? It's only just three.” Loki began gathering some salad ingredients and placing them on the kitchen island. “Perhaps he already knows.” “You called him without me?” She asked. “BOO!” Shandi nearly jumped out of her skin and spun around. “HOLY SH..Clint? Hey guys! What are you doing here?” Nat hugged her. “Hi beautiful. Tony knows all and is thrilled.” “He is.” Affirmed Loki. ...“Cactus, you tell that Doll, she's awesome.”... “Then he belched loudly into the phone and Pepper took it away from him again.” Shandi chuckled. “Oh no.” “Oh yes. At least this time he didn't threaten to suit up on her to retrieve it, but he seems heavily into the drink again.” “He what?” Clint amusedly, asked. Loki nodded. “I kid you, not. There's still no news from S.H.I.E.L.D about Shamus vending at the fair yet, either.” “Wait.” Said Shandi. “‘Tony’ called ‘you?’” “Yes, to warn of heavy rains and high winds, developing overnight here and remaining throughout tomorrow.” “So we've the day off.” Said Nat. “And now that we're friends, Cactus invited us to be bunkies for the night. We already received a tour of the main floor, might I have one of the upper?” Shandi enthusiastically, lead her up the back stairs. “Wait ‘till you see my jacuzzi tub, it's huuuge.” Clint looked at Loki. “That must've put Tony in the dog house.” After the tour, Shandi and Nat, collected some bed linen and headed to the guest room. “I wonder if Tony’s alright? I know he likes to indulge at times, but twice in one week?” Nat knew from the beginning, this mission weighed heavily on Tony’s mind. Seriously enraged after learning his Tasers still existed, he’d kept that well concealed from Shandi. This being her first big mission, why instill a sense of worry she’d disappoint were it unsuccessful? Being forced to use Loki as her partner, only added to his plight. As a result, he’d secretly consulted with Nat, prior to delegating everyone's roles. To help Shandi feel more valued as a new team member, she'd be placed as Elizabeth, then presented the option to switch. When she didn't bite, Tony panicked and ordered reports on Loki's behavior from Nat, whenever possible. Yet Kroshka had a secret all her own. A gut feeling, she'd never revealed to anyone. “He's probably just pissed at S.H.I.E.L.D.” She passively, remarked. The two began making up the bed. “You're quiet, beautiful.” “I'm fine.” “You sure? Nothing's gone awry between you and Cactus, has it?” Shandi sighed. “No, which presently has me perplexed.” “About?” “If I say, I worry you might think I'm naively letting my guard down.” Nat gestured for them to sit. “Your past doesn't permit you to let your guard down easily about anything, I know that. What are you referring to?” “The significant difference in Loki's behavior. He's gone from being a gargantuan dick towards me at the Tower, to being the opposite and it's..well, weird.” “Considering who you're referencing, define ‘weird.’” Shandi revealed everything from the food poisoning incident, to the peonies, including their discussion about the mission and her safety, positively confirming Nats gut feeling. These two stole each other's hearts, the moment they first met and had chemistry beyond comprehension. Yet amusingly, Shandi appeared intimidated by Loki's sex appeal. Being well educated in the art of seduction, Nat recognized a fellow dominant and felt Shandi could use another lesson in overcoming her shyness. Especially after receiving an A+, for the first. “I keep waiting for some hidden catch to appear.” Said Shandi. “One I'm going to feel like an idiot, not foreseeing.” “You worry too much.” Said Nat. “Personally, I think you should just fuck him already.” “Scuuuse??? I said hidden catch, not snatch, woman. Where did that come from?” “I'm your best friend, dummy. Do you think I'm blind?” Shandi walked to the nearby dresser and checked her hair. “I don't know what you're talking about.” Nat chuckled on approach and stared at her from behind. “You can ditch the facade, I know you want him. Why don't you live a little, beautiful?” “Really? I'm on a mission trying to discover if a Federal Court judge is selling dangerous weapons while pregnant by an Alien God, whose abilities far exceed the unusual. I'd say that's living a little.” “All the more reason for a stress release.” “Wouldn't that only complicate things? And what makes you think I want him?” Nat smiled slyly, her tone becoming sultry and alluring. “Instinct and how complicated could it be? Tall, dark and handsome. Always smells amazing. Oozes charisma and sensuality from every pore.” Holding Shandis gaze, Nat eased a hand up her inner thigh. “Remember what I taught you that night alone in my apartment, after drinking too much vodka?” Shandi nodded and bit her bottom lip when Nat moved beyond her panties, penetrating the warmth of her folds. “And what about this?” “Mm hm.” She began drawing languid circles over Shandis clit, watching as her eyes become hooded. “You're liking this aren't you, beautiful.” It was more a statement than a question and when Shandi expelled a soft moan, Nat didn't need an answer. “Shhhh, listen. Close your eyes and think of everything we did, but instead of me, picture Loki.” Her fingers moved faster and Shandis head fell back against her shoulder. “Music blaring in the background as you tease him with an intimate lap dance, your exposed flesh close enough to taste, yet he's forbidden to touch. Watching the alluring, seductive way you move, his cock begins hardening, aching to…” Nat stopped suddenly, retrieved her fingers and backed away, when hearing Clint call out. “Shit.” Shandi whispered, straightening herself. “Damn tease! I need fresh panties.” Nat whispered back. “I need a vibrator, but they'll both have to wait.” “You’re bad.” “Damn right. Really though woman, you need to let loose.” She snorted at Shandis arched brow, just as Clint knocked on the door. “Hello? We poured you girls drinks and Loki's making spaghetti and meatballs.” He opened it and eyed them, suspiciously. “One of these days I'm going to catch you two.” Shandi smirked and stepped into the hall. “Doing what?” Asked Nat, tucking her moist fingers into a pocket. “We were making your bed.” “Mine? But It's a single.” She kissed him. “I know baby cakes, but you like sucking the blinds off the windows after too much vodka. Remember?” “Then where are you sleeping?” Taking Shandis hand, Nat winked at him and started down the stairs. “With my woman.” “I'll spy on you!” He shouted. “I brought the spanking paddle, you've been warned!” Nat replied. They all reached the bottom to see Loki, curiously staring amidst rolling a meatball. “What the hell did I miss?” Clint took a big gulp of his drink. “Nothing in particular, they're just evil.” Loki noticed Shandis mischievous smirk and pointed a finger at her. “I knew you were far from innocent.” A hand went to her hip. “And how did you come to that conclusion? Was it me you heard threatening to give someone a spanking? Nooo.” “That has nothing to with it. I threatened to give you a spanking and I'm obscenely far from innocent.” Shandis face went scarlet and Nat coughed on her drink. “Fess up, beautiful. What the hell did ‘I’ miss?” “Nothing, he's kidding.” Loki snickered. “That's what you think.” “I can loan you the paddle.” Nat casually stated. “It's in my bag at the front door.” Shandi turned to Clint. “Care to ditch these bitches and set up some music for the night?” “I like the way you think darlin,’ lead the way.” Nat followed and after visiting the washroom, returned to help Loki. They'd rolled a couple of meatballs in silence, when she locked eyes with him. “You care about her, don't you.” “I suppose.” Loki casually replied. “We seem to be working well, together.” “Good to hear, but I think it's more than that.” “Oh? I think you speculate, Kroshka.” She smirked, sipping her vodka. “Liar. I've known for some time now.” Loki went quiet, struggling to conceal bewilderment at how the hell, she'd figured him out. “I see. ‘If’ your speculation were true, I gather like Tony, you intend to demand I treat her with respect and remind me she is not here for my ‘entertainment?’” “No, I don't believe I need to.” Suspecting he was being tested, Loki returned the gesture. “What if I were to act upon your ‘speculation?’ Are you insinuating, threatening to inform him?” “Only if you mistreated her.” “Natasha, please don't play me for a fool?” He kindly asked. “I know he's fond of her and you both think me vile.” Nat wasn't surprised Loki harbored such thoughts. He hadn't exactly been welcomed back, nor regarded with much decency, since. “I'll admit I once did, but you've changed quite a bit since returning. As for Tony, try to imagine being in his position. ‘Thee Allfather,’ drops in from outer space, requesting he shack you up for a chance at penance? He was intimidated, to say the least.” Loki seethed at the thought of Odin negotiating his return and responded, sharply. “Which appeased Odin's ego, I'm sure. Intimidation is a favorite past time.” From bits of conversations Nat had overheard between Loki and Thor after he'd return from visiting Asgard, anger, bitterness and resentment seemed deeply ingrained into the trickster. She'd come to suspect, Odin was the main reason why and the icy look in Loki's eyes, confirmed it. Hoping to refocus his thoughts, she lightly clinked their glasses together. “Hey, I didn't intend for this conversation to be offensive. This hasn't been easy for Tony either and this thing with Obadiah...” She sighed, heavily. “He's sick with worry over what else from Stark Industries that prick may have divulged.” Loki understood Starks predicament, more than letting on. Many were outraged by his return, forcing the Avengers to endure harsh local and international criticisms. Tony took the brunt of it, including some death threats and since, assigned Pepper, personal security. Observing how he adored her, treated coworkers like family and continued a valiant effort to help people, Loki came to respect him. “Tony's alright and I’m hoping our mission resolves some of his plight.” Nats smile returned. “That's good to hear too and regarding Shandi, you're right. He's very fond of her, in a big brother kind of way. Even Pepper’s never seen him take someone beneath his wing so much.” “Had he felt a need to?” Loki asked. Nat cautioned her reply. “Before I answer, can you guarantee our conversation will never leave this room?” “You have my word.” “He did and thought the world of her from the start. She tends to have that effect on people.” Nat went momentarily quiet. “Shandi hasn't had an easy life. Not by any means and that's all I'll say.” “Fair enough. Why are you telling me all this, Kroshka?” “Because her heart is more..beautiful, than any I've ever encountered. Please don't forget that?” Loki was grateful Nat confided in him. This was the longest conversation they’d ever engaged in and it wasn't like the little Russian to show sentiment. “I agree and again, you have my word.” Hearing footsteps, they ceased talking and Shandi entered, sipping her drink. “You guys done yet? Clint kinda lost himself in Mr. Prestons vinyl album collection.” Nat shot Loki a quick wink. “I should rescue him then. As a collector, he could be there for hours. The chef could use more help though, right?” “I could, indeed.” Ten minutes later, he was teasing Shandi about her meatball shaping abilities. “You cannot convince me those deformed orbs are edible.” “They appear so to me.” “Come now. I've seen five year olds of this realm, roll better snowballs.” “Excuse me? I'm doing my best.” She tossed one onto the baking sheet and it partially collapsed. “That's your best? It's a good thing both of us aren't culinarily challenged. We could starve.” “Pfft, well then. Take it away, oh master of meatballs. I’ll just pour another drink and watch.” “Eh he he he, perhaps I could teach you?” He stepped in behind her. “May I?” Shandi nodded and Loki positioned himself just close enough for warmth to emanate between them. “You're going too fast. Relax, hm?” “I’m relaxed. What makes you think I'm not?” He smirked at the subtle pulse increase in her neck. “Nothing in particular.” Finding her hands rigid, he gently tapped them. “Shandi.” “Hm?” “Open a bit?” She did a little too much and dropped the chunk of beef back into the bowl. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news darling, but you need to hold the meat in order to shape it.” ‘Mind out of the gutter Shandi, mind out of the gutter.’ “You said relax, so I relaxed.” “I assumed you already were. Am I making you nervous?” “What? No.” She scooped up the meat again. “There, see?” ‘You'll need to be a much better liar than that Pet, if our mission is to succeed.’ “Follow my lead then, hm?” Molding her hands into position, he guided them into a rhythmic, circular, motion, until a sphere began forming. Then he let go and she deformed it again. “You must require an entire winter to make a snowman.” “Do not...only part of it. I start right after Christmas and it's usually done by the end of January.” They chuckled together and Loki took her hands again. “Perhaps you’ll need extra lessons in sphere shaping.” “Then ‘you'll’ need a lot of patience.” “And I've plenty.” Luckily this was true as his heavenly scent and close proximity, were seriously messing with Shandis focus. Not to mention, his gorgeous hands. Capable of such strength, she was awed they could maneuver, so gently. Imagining what those dexterous fingers were capable of, wasn't helping either, nor was the sound of his voice. “That's it, keep going. Just enough pressure to shape it, without losing grip.” ‘Oh lord.’ Dinner took longer than expected, but no one minded and afterwards, the four decided to play darts. A few games in, Clint started losing and blaming it on Loki. “Are you fucking with me?” “I assure you, I am not.” His turn came again and this time he missed, completely. “Ya rigged the fucking thing, didn't ya?” “Let me guess.” Teased Loki. “You've shot arrows into people's asses or hats perhaps, after too much vodka?” “Okay, now you're being a dick.” Loki patted his shoulder. “Hush now baby cakes and I'll bake you a coconut cake.” The music became louder and when Clint got into a detailed discussion with Loki about varied Midgardian types, Nat and Shandi ventured to the kitchen, for refills. “Clint should keep him busy for a while, ya think?” “I suppose. Why do you ask, beautiful?” “Stay here, I've an idea.” She returned minutes later. “What are you up to, woman?” Shandi whispered. “I kinda feel like..havin’ a swim, but you know, the kind with bubbles?” Nat smiled, realizing she was drunk. “Are you running water up there?” “Yep, on low, but wait. Give things a wee minute.” It wasn't even that long, before Loki appeared in the hall and Shandi put a finger to her lips. He entered the kitchen and started pouring another drink. “Planning to rejoin us, ladies?” “Soon.” Said Shandi, resting her chin in her palm. “We're kinda havin’ a in depth conversation about..menstrual cramps.” “Ahh. Very well, I shall leave you to it.” Shandi waited until he vanished into the entertainment room, then gestured towards the back stairs. “You carry the drinkies, I got the bottle.” Nat obliged. “How did you time that so perfectly?” “I saw him almost empty before we left and took a chance. Hurry, before I flood me ensuite.” “I applaud your sneakiness.” Shandi stopped at the top stair and turned, almost knocking their drinks asunder. “Whyyy..thank you. Guess I'm gettin’ better at it. We’ve vanilla scented bubbles by the way and I found ya a big fluffy towel, too.” Her finger went to her lip again. “Oh and shhh, I've an orange chocolate stash we can enjoy some of too.” “How sweet of you beautiful, but weren't we hurrying?” Shandi glanced down the hall. “Uh oh.”

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Captain, Save Me

For @rennemichaels I hope I did it justice~

Requested prompt - Combo? Frandral is visiting & trying to put the moves on a disinterested Loki. Steve is kinda disgusted that a. Fandral is being so pushy, b impressed that Loki hasn't broken his probation terms by turning Fandral into a frog, so he decides to run interference for loki & finds he is kinda a fun guy to be around when not being annoyed by his sibling or clint. Bonus if you can work in Loki doing a big illusion show for one of steve's events when entertainment is delayed.

"Whoa, Cap! You could set someone on fire with that glare!" Tony's voice cut through Steve's thoughts and he turned to face his friend, reluctantly dragging his eyes away from where Loki and Fandral were talking across the room.

"What?" Steve asked.

"Who's got your red, white, and blues in a twist?" Tony asked.

Tony often spoke in the most ridiculous way possible, but Steve had gotten at catching his meaning. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head a little guiltily. "Sorry. I'm just..." He pressed his lips together in thin line and searched for a polite way to express what was not a very polite feeling. "Put out," He finally settled on.

"I can kinda see that?" Tony said. He looked across the room to where Steve's glare had been focused. Loki was reading and politely responding to whatever Fandral was saying to him, but it was clear that he wasn't enjoying their conversation. Loki looked at Fandral with unimpressed eyes every time the blond touched him, which was often, and kept moving into his personal space. It had resulted in Loki switching positions often just to create distance between them, and sometimes just leaving the room entirely.

"What? Did Reindeer Games do something to you?" Tony asked.

Steve looked at Tony with incredulity. Could he not see what was happening? "No, I wasn't looking at Loki," Steve said. "Well, I was, but not just Loki. That guy has been bothering him since he arrived."

"Who, Fandral?" Tony asked. Steve was surprised Tony knew his name. He rarely called anyone by their name. "Looks like their just talking to me?"

"Are you kidding?" Steve asked. "He's been hitting on him nonstop!"

Tony shrugged a shoulder. "Yeah, but I do that, too."

"Not like this, you don't."

Tony's eyes strayed back over to Loki, but somehow he just wasn't seeing what Steve had. Maybe it was because Loki was responding so politely. Or maybe it was just because Steve had watched it go on for so long.

Fandral had placed his hand on Loki's should as he said something or another, and though it was subtle, Steve saw Loki shifting so that the hand slipped right off. Fandral didn't seem perturbed, he just found another reason to initiate physical contact. Loki sighed as he changed positions again and widened the space separating them. Steve couldn't be the only personal to notice. He looked back to Tony, who looked away from the Asgardians to meet Steve's pleading eyes.

"Yeah, I see what you're saying," Tony said. "Loki's giving off more shoulder than cold, but a rejection is a rejection. How long did you say he's been at it?"

"Since he got here," Steve told him. "If he's not with Thor, he's bothering Loki."

"Calm down Capsicle, I'll put some distance between them so you don't have to chaperon anymore."

Steve smiled. "Thank you." Steve maybe could have intervened himself, but he wasn't sure what to say that wouldn't come off... too strongly worded. Maybe if he talked to Fandral alone he could get him to back off.

Steve watched Tony stroll over and throw an arm over Loki's shoulder. Steve could have face palmed hard enough to bring down the tower. Was Tony really going to hit on Loki to save him from being hit on. He sighed as he raised his eyes back to the scene. Loki was closing his book as he disentangled himself from Tony, who backed off with good humor and shot a look at Fandral while doing it. Tony didn't touch Loki again as the god stood up and walked off with him and Tony said a few parting words to Fandral that kept him from following. Maybe Steve didn't give Tony enough credit.

The next time Steve saw Fandral bothering Loki, he decided to run interference himself. He didn't want to be rude, even if he thought Fandral was, so he used the first excuse that popped into his head.

"Hey Loki!" He called, gaining the attention of both Asgardians. "I, uh, need your help with something?"

"With what?" Loki asked.

Steve faltered for a moment. "Avengers business."

"Oh! May I be of help?" Fandral asked. "Thor has been saying that I should help in one of these battles."

"Magic... business," Steve corrected, mentally cringing at his wording. "I... need to know something about a...magic problem..."

Loki smirked, but otherwise remained composed as he stood up. "I'm at your disposal, Captain."

Steve smiled as Loki followed him out of the room. As soon as they were out of sight of Fandral, Loki burst into laughter. He leaned against the wall to hold himself up as his laughing fit completely over took him.

"F-forgive me," Loki choked out. "Watching you lie is the best thing I have seen all week."

"Wh-what?"

"Stark told me that you thought Fandral was troubling me, but I didn't expect you to act on it. Now I see why you sent Stark to do so in your place yesterday." Loki was still laughing and Steve found himself blushing slightly.

"It wasn't that funny," He grumbled.

Loki straightened up. "Would you like me to teach you the ways of subterfuge?"

"I don't need you to teach me how to lie!" Steve exclaimed.

"That's not what it looked like to me," Loki told him. "You cannot rely on the Spider to do all your lying for you."

"I don't use Natasha to lie for me!"

"Ah, Stark is your liar," Loki concluded. "Not the worst choice and not the best. He's fairly good at misdirection, but really, subtlety is not his strong suit."

It was then that Steve realized that he was being teased. This was the same kind of teasing that Stark usually did and Steve was embarrassed that he didn't notice it sooner. Steve blushed and hung his head.

Loki rested a hand on his shoulder. "I thank you for providing me a reprieve from Fandral's exhaustive expressions of interest. It was quite noble of you to save me, Captain." With that, Loki walked off, leaving Steve feeling as if he'd lost his footing.

Steve had never paid much attention to Loki in their down time. He made sure that the god wasn't causing trouble and took note of his abilities and how they could be put to the best use in battle, but he'd never really talked to Loki. Loki had always seemed so... grouchy.

Steve was only now realizing that that was only around his brother, who ate personal space like Tony drank scotch and listened to others as well Tony followed orders, or Clint who could hold a grudge as well as he hit his targets. Now that he was paying more attention, he could see that Loki did a lot more than snap and sulk.

Loki and Tony got along well, which Steve had kinda known but was still surprised to see. He even had a few friendly looking conversations with Natasha. Really, Steve felt kind of guilty that it was only because of Fandral that he was paying this much attention to Loki.

"Tell another Midgardian tale," Fandral insisted of Loki as he tried to dismiss himself from the room.

"Fandral, do you ever curb your insatiable desires for even a second?" Loki asked him with a sigh.

Thor threw an arm around Loki's shoulder and pulled him closer. "Come now, brother, spin us another tale!"

Steve was starting to wonder if all Asgardians were this pushy. Loki was politely fending off both Thor and Fandral, but neither seemed particularly good at taking the hint.

"Loki doesn't have time to tell you another story," Steve spoke up. "We have somewhere to be."

"Oh?" Fandral sounded curious, but he didn't actually question it.

Thor did. "What are the two of you off to do? Perhaps we can all join?"

Steve was starting to understand why Loki was so bothered by Thor all the time. Steve just smiled as he said, "Sorry, but Loki's helping me with a drawing of mine. Nothing really to entertain a group."

Thor looked crestfallen as Loki extracted himself from his brother's hold. "Some other time, brother. Fandral." Loki walked at Steve's side as they left the room.

"So you can lie," Loki grinned at him. "And now you've saved me again, Captain."

"You just looked like you could use some breathing room."

"Well, now that we have a modicum of freedom, I would very much like to see this imaginary drawing I am to help you with. It's the least that you can do."

"The least that I can do for rescuing you?" Steve asked.

"You must take responsibility for your actions, Captain," Loki said over his shoulder. "You made yourself my alibi, now you must deal with me."

Steve didn't find this prospect at all daunting.

Steve was already speaking to Loki when Fandral arrived. It annoyed Steve to watch Fandral slowly insert himself into the conversation ans annoyed him more when he tried to encroach on Loki's space as he typically did. Steve was really tired of this.

"Oh, Loki! We better go or we're going to be late." Steve said as he stood abruptly.

Loki didn't question as he stood with him. "Oh, dear. I cannot believe we let time pass us by this way."

"If you don't mind me asking, where would you two be off to?" Fandral asked. He didn't seem upset, wasn't trying to get invited, but Steve wanted to put him off anyway.

"We've got a date!" Steve said.

Loki's grin in response to that was nearly brighter than the sun and sharper than the blades he used in battle. Loki was positively giddy and Steve didn't know how to take that.

Fandral's expression fell slightly, but his smile held. "Alas, my prince is lost to me." Fandral clapped Loki on the shoulder. "Do enjoy your time without me."

Loki rolled his eyes. "I will try ever so hard."

They moved to the elevator and as soon as the doors closed, Loki turned his gleeful smile to Steve. "You save me again, Captain. You realize that we are most assuredly going on a date now, yes?"

Steve sighed. "I thought that you would say that."

Loki's grin got impossibly wider as he leaned in toward Steve. "May we end this pretense and start our courtship properly now? Or are you going to insist that this is only another interference tactic?"

Steve blushed at that. "That's not..." Loki raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I didn't intend..."

"You did not intend," Loki repeated. "But are you opposed?"

Steve blushed again. "I am not opposed."

Loki leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to Steve's lips. "Just so you are aware, I am entirely in favor of this."

#FrostShield #Loki #Steve Rogers #Fandral #Fanfiction #genre: fluff

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Loki Fanfiction - Remember the Old Ways, Chapter 8 - “Control”

Author’s Note: So sorry for the wait, friends! The word count for this is 7648, the longest chapter so far, but I felt like I needed to fit all this in! Phew! Hard to believe at the beginning I was using 2500 as my go-to chapter word count, huh? I hope you like it!

Chapter Summary: Loki has a busy day ahead, which gets busier when Sophia proposes an interesting idea. Pairings: None! These stories are focused on family relationships.

What characters, then? Loki, Thor, Odin, Frigga, OCs [Sophia]

When? Pre-Thor 2011: From Asgard to Earth, will go through Thor 2011 Chapter Warnings: Mature themes, emotional trauma and abuse, anxiety

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Frigga was spinning an enchantment when Loki visited the next day. The gentle winter sun cooled the golden details of her workspace. It was a comforting, familiar spot, as she’d taught him how to use magic here. On a low pedestal sat a jeweled necklace, its surface being mapped by spells his mother was casting, a web of enchantment spiraling above to capture and place them in exactly the right spot.

She smiled at him fondly as he came in. “Loki! It must be a special day - you’ve been so hard to find lately.”

Loki gave her a small smile as he sat on a stool. He had spent the night free of nightmares, but as he woke up this morning, Thor’s words had came back to him in a rush.

He wanted to tell her, so badly. On some level, he craved the love it would bring. A level of doting and attention that was so often given to his brother. The attempt in any way to try and make up for ‘lost time.’

But he couldn’t break Thor’s trust, not now. And in many ways, he didn’t want his mother to experience such sorrow. It was a short enough time that even a year from now the shock would be no different.

Loki rested his elbows on his knees, clasping his hands. “What are you doing, Mother?”

She looked at him in amusement as she cast a spell into the web of enchantment, tugging and pulling, adding a rune here and there, before settling it into the network that would be bound inside the jewel. “Well, Lady Forsythe is convinced that another member of the nobility is trying to ensorcel her.”

“Oh, is that so,” Loki said, a grin crossing his face. Lady Forsythe was well known for her off-the-wall beliefs.

“Yes,” said his mother, tying on a thread of magic. “And though I believe that it’s yet another one of her stories, when she came to me for help, I would not turn from my duties as both a queen and...confidant, as unwilling as I might be.”

“Oh - oh no, Mother, tell me this is not for her.”

Frigga stopped, meeting his eyes. “Of course it is.” A mischievous smile crossed her face. “It’s to create a mental ward, nothing more.”

“Of course,” said Loki, leaning back and crossing his arms. “And if it should happen to do anything else, then it’s just…”

“It’s just an accident,” she finished. “A woman can make mistakes, can’t she?”

“A sorceress of your caliber? Mother, I’d be astonished you’d miss something.”

She narrowed her eyes in false anger, then gave him a knowing smile. “I’m adding in a few things to perhaps...reduce her fears, but, I hope, not reduce her love of ridiculousness.”

“It’d be a shame to lose that in the court,” he said acerbically.

“It would.”

Loki frowned as he considered the situation. “Why wouldn’t she just have a sorcerer create those wards every few days?”

“Well, that would take effort, darling.”

“And...won’t the wards stop working if she takes off the stone?”

Frigga gave another laugh. “Of course, but you can’t expect her to put this much thought into such a request.”

“No,” he said, starting to be annoyed. “Clearly she’d rather waste your time instead.”

“Loki,” said Frigga with a sigh, “I cannot begrudge her something like this, it’s expected of me.”

“And she’ll do what for you, exactly?”

She stopped once more and looked at him seriously. “She’ll be loyal, Loki, you know that. Why do you even have to ask?”

“It seems very little in comparison to what you give her,” Loki responded. It seemed like this was always the case with his mother. She strove to create harmony even when there was cause for strife. When there should be a cause for anger, she instead would attempt to accommodate rather than fix the problem.

Once Loki had seen this as a beacon of diplomatic strength from her. But over the years, as he watched her buckle under the demands of others, he instead got angry on her behalf. He could only act on it in secret - sometimes he did so.

In this case, it was not going to be worth the effort.

She continued to work, her gown moving gently as she walked around the pedestal. “Did you have something you needed, Loki?” she asked.

“No, Mother,” he replied, “I simply wanted to see you before the council meeting.”

In some ways he hoped that she would ask him about his policy proposal, even though it didn’t exist. Perhaps she would remember.

“Oh,” she said distractedly, letting the conversation drop.

She hadn’t.

On the way to the council meeting, Loki was buried in his thoughts when he felt Sophia’s feelings once more, this time a feeling of surprise.

“Oh!” he heard, and turning, he saw her craning her neck to look at the ceiling in the hallway where they were.

Loki glanced both ways. They were alone for now, but not for long. Either a guard or a palace occupant would certainly walk by.

“I don’t have time,” he said quietly, striding quickly toward her. “I can’t talk.”

“I just needed to get out of the house,” Sophia said, turning towards him. “I’m sorry, I can go if you need.” He could sense she was hiding frustration and anger, and he realized that probably she needed a distraction.

Loki gave her a smile, trying to swallow his own frustration at the inconvenience. “I’m going to a council meeting. If you keep quiet, and don’t...try...anything, you can come.”

Sophia perked up at this. “I’d love to learn more about Asgardian politics,” she said, and he felt her getting excited.

Footsteps sounded down the hallway. Giving her a glance, he motioned for her to follow as he continued his way to the council chambers.

After they arrived, Sophia walked slowly around the chamber, careful to avoid touching people as Loki stood in front of his seat, waiting for King Odin. The other council members were speaking with one another, ignoring him as usual, so he kept an eye on Sophia’s movements. She would stop occasionally and listen intently to a conversation before ambling on. She moved back toward the wall as King Odin entered, his golden cloak sweeping behind him as he moved swiftly to his seat.

The Council sat when the king did, and the meeting began. Members were not allowed to eat until Odin did, so the food went untouched at the start. Usually Loki’s attention would drift, but watching Sophia take in information whilst knowing her feelings made for an interesting experience.

Whenever she glanced at King Odin, for example, he felt her become afraid. She didn’t stare at him at all, instead seeming quite uncomfortable. She had mentioned that her father grew angry, like his, and wondered if she felt his fear when he was around Odin. Did their feelings echo off one another, amplifying one another? He hadn’t seen her memories, but was he reacting based upon them or his own? The more he thought about their connection, the more questions he had.

Relations with Vanaheim were fine, as usual, although a rash of violence had broken out between a clan and its neighbors, one that had happened consistently for hundreds of years. No military intervention was needed yet, as Asgard’s forces stationed there were handling it. However, Loki wouldn’t be surprised if Thor and his friends would be called upon to handle some of the more pressing battles.

He wouldn’t mind going along himself if it meant Sophia could see Thor and him in battle. She would enjoy it, surely.

Other updates were standard: crime was minimal, the funds of the crown were stable with emergency supply, training of new Einharjar was underway. The thing that differentiated this meeting from most was the councillors’ preparations for Thor’s coronation, which would draw a number of dignitaries and significant crowds.

It was hard to comprehend Thor ascending to the throne when, he felt, Thor still needed to learn to both curb his impulses and temper his desires with wisdom. Hopefully his plan would show Thor’s need for further experience. He’d put things in place a few months ago, so there was nothing to do now but wait.

After the meeting ended, Loki’s eyes widened as his father motioned for him to come near. He couldn’t even remember the last time this happened. Had he noticed something? Was his distraction evident? He’d made sure to try and follow his usual routine during the meeting. If Odin had seen Sophia, he surely would’ve done something immediately.

“Yes, Father?” Loki asked as he approached, tensing subconsciously. Sophia moved closer, ostensibly to hear what they were saying, but kept a respectful distance despite not physically being present.

Odin’s face was, as ever, inscrutable as he stood, leaning on Gungnir slightly. “My son, do you remember why I asked you to attend these meetings?”

Loki pursed his lips. “Of course, to learn the roles of advisers and the affairs of the Nine Realms.”

Odin nodded. “Yes, and while you’ve attended almost faithfully, your absence for the past weeks was barely noticeable.”

Loki frowned, internalizing the implication. While he didn’t contribute to the meetings, he had at least been present. What more did his father expect now? “What would you have me do?”

“Well, anything would be a start at least.”

Loki realized his father was trying to make a joke and forced a smile. “Yes,” he said, “I understand.”

He didn’t quite understand what was being asked of him, but he’d learned a long time ago not to try and get to the heart of the matter. It would frustrate his father unduly and bring his wrath upon him.

Odin nodded, turning to leave, and Loki realized the conversation was over. “Thank you,” he said to his father’s back. As the council members dispersed, Loki turned around, giving Sophia a look of frustration. Smiling, she followed him back to his chambers without saying a word.

Upon shutting the doors, he leaned against them and sighed, trying to release the tension that had built up from just spending a few moments with his father. When he opened his eyes, Sophia was sitting on a stool, looking at him almost expectantly. “What?” he asked.

“You were extremely anxious when you spoke with King Odin,” she said. “More so than any other point during the meeting.”

He frowned, pushing himself off the doors. “I’m aware of this,” he said, “and you weren’t entirely calm yourself just looking at him. So I don’t think you’re one to judge.”

“I’m not judging, I was observing,” she said evenly. “And I did as you asked during the council, so there’s no reason to be upset.”

“I’m not upset,” Loki responded, going and pouring himself a goblet of wine.

“Yes, you are, I can feel it.”

Damn this connection. “Fine. I am,” he said, annoyed, “but you’re not helping by ‘observing’ me. At all.”

Sophia pursed her lips, and he could tell she was going to say something else, but had decided against it. “Very well,” she said. “I shouldn’t let your mood diminish how interesting the meeting was to me.”

“I’m glad you got something out of it,” said Loki wryly, electing to pace instead of sitting.

“So you think the council’s boring, then? Why?” asked Sophia, crossing her arms.

“It’s generally the same, or the council members will talk about the most inane topics, such as…” he searched for a good example. “Such as the color of new armor for the Einharjar.” Catching her confused expression, he explained they were the elite fighters of their army.

“But you understand why something like that is important, right?” she asked.

“Of course,” Loki answered, annoyed, “I’m not stupid. Someone needs to work out these types of things.”

Sophia narrowed her eyes. “Aren’t these councils where the primary decisions about policies originate?”

“Of course.”

“Then something like the color of Einharjar armor must be important enough to be discussed with, or at least in front of, the king, ostensibly.” Loki nodded, taking a deep drink. “There’s many reasons that could be the case. Minute details such as that can carry a far-reaching impact, particularly diplomatically. If Vanaheim is your key ally, then the cultural significance of armor to them as well as Asgard would need to be considered.”

Though Loki knew the importance of intercultural communication and cues, he hadn’t heard it applied in such a manner. “Why should I then be concerned about it - shouldn’t someone else knowledgeable make that decision?”

“Why would any decisions be made by the king at all, if that was the case?” asked Sophia. “If you leave decisions up to your councillors, doesn’t that make you obsolete?”

Loki leaned up against a pillar, looking at Sophia in amusement. “You didn’t just study relations between nations, did you? You studied governance.”

She shrugged. “You have to understand how governments function in order to understand how they communicate. Without that, how could a diplomat seek to influence it?”

Shaking his head, Loki leaned his head back. “Still, you’re speaking as though I will be king. An unlikely scenario, in my case.”

“I suppose if you’re immortal then the line of succession isn’t as important. Assuming that, of course, your monarchy follows the same patterns as others.”

“Well,” Loki responded wryly, “don’t go spreading this around Midgard, but we are, in fact, mortal. We age, and we die eventually, either through battle or the eventual failing of our bodies. Immortality is the perception we receive for our comparatively long lifespans.”

“Ah,” said Sophia, “Now it makes sense. Then wouldn’t you simply be next in line if anything were to happen to Thor?”

“Of course, but Thor is...Thor. Practically invincible, though often foolhardy and hot-headed.”

“Alright, but for the sake of argument, let’s say that Thor is out of the picture and you have to assume the kingship.” Loki nodded as she continued. “Would you keep the same council?”

“Probably, until I found people to replace them.”

“Then such meetings, and your policies, would likely be the same as your father’s.”

Loki frowned, swirling the wine in his goblet. “I would probably change things, but I’m unsure how I’d go about it. What is your point with all this?”

“Then you’d need people you can rely on to assist you and implement your vision. Who do you rely on aside from Thor?”

Loki wrestled with the thought. He wouldn’t trust the Warriors Three or Heimdall, and definitely none of the nobility. Lady Sif perhaps, but she was headstrong and didn’t often understand him. That left him with no one except himself. He looked at her, fully aware of the likely direction of the conversation, which took Sophia dangerously close to sounding like his father.

“That’s what I thought - I’m like you in far too many ways. It’s easiest to rely on myself because when I let myself down, it’s not a surprise.”

Ah. It was surprising the ways she was similar to him, yet so different. “So you’re saying that I should go out and make friends.”

Sophia rolled her eyes. “You make it sound like stupid advice I’d get from Mom and Dad.”

“That’s because it’s exactly what my parents would say.”

She rubbed her forehead in frustration. “Look, they wouldn’t have to be friends, really. Not even allies. Just people who might care enough to stand by your side.”

“And why are you concerned about this?” Loki asked, narrowing his eyes. “About a possible future that probably won’t happen?”

“Because if you want to get your father interested in what you’re doing, you have to become interesting to him,” she said, and he felt a stab of her sadness. “If you show you’re interested in stepping up to the challenge, he might take you...a little more seriously.”

He considered this. He’d always acted on a variety of ways to get noticed, but this was a different approach than he’d considered. Actually doing what his parents wanted?

What a novel idea. Perhaps he should do that policy proposal.

“Look, I see your point,” he finally said, “But doing what they want of me will just show my parents that they can control me further, which isn’t the point of this… hypothetical.”

“Not necessarily,” she said, folding her arms and thinking carefully. “You’d be getting a lot out of it. Potential recognition and allies, for one. And, most importantly, you can assert your ability to control what’s going on instead of being, effectively, an outsider in your own government.”

Loki blinked. “Why are you helping me?” he asked, furrowing his brow. “Why is this even a priority for you? For an Asgardian a galaxy away?”

Sophia snorted with laughter. “Well, first, I literally have nothing better to do. Second, I actually have the knowledge to be able to brainstorm with you on this, as opposed to...say … discussing magic. And third, because maybe, just maybe, I kind of care about how you feel.”

“Oh,” he said teasingly, “So your benefit is that I feel better, and so over this connection your mood improves as a result. I see how it is.”

She rolled her eyes, saying nothing, but he sensed annoyance. Though he thought it was an amusing jab, he realized she was looking for something else. “I apologize,” he said, not wanting to let the moment pass without making it right. “I do appreciate that you’re trying to help me.”

Looking down, she pursed her lips. “I know you’re incredibly smart… you’re a god. The god of tricks, I mean, you’ve got to be brilliant to pull that stuff off. I don’t mean to speak down to you, I’m just trying to help.”

“I know,” he said softly, coming a little closer. If she was Thor, he would have hugged her.

But she wasn’t.

Perhaps she sensed his feelings, since she looked up and gave him a little smile. “In any case,” she said, “where would you start if you were interested in starting now?”

“Now?” he said with a laugh. “Why now?”

“Why not? We don’t know how long this connection is going to last, and I want to see you try it.”

Alright, he’d play along. Overall the exercise seemed worthwhile. Loki tapped his fingers on his leg, thinking. “If I were to start immediately, I’d work with some of Thor’s friends who seem amenable to me. He’ll be dining with them tonight, in fact, as he typically does weekly. I do have an open invitation, but I don’t typically feel...comfortable around his friends.” Because they ridicule me, he wanted to say, but didn’t feel like disclosing that much information.

“What would you do there if you went?”

He shrugged. “Dine, chat, drink. Perhaps a drinking game or two.”

“Hm, tough to have a good conversation that way, if you already know one another.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Yes! I’m surprised you feel the same way. The conversation usually revolves around the same topics.”

“Back when I had my own place, before all this... shit... started happening, people would ask me to bring games to their parties since I had a good collection. Do Asgardians have games?” she asked, getting up and stretching.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Of course we have games, what civilization doesn’t have games?”

“I can’t think of one,” said Sophia, smiling, “but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one out there.”

“They probably wouldn’t begrudge some matches of Bloody Secrets,” he said, grinning at her shocked response. “It’s just what it’s called. Soldiers carry dice with them on the battlefield and bet with whatever they like, even just using rocks. Everyone knows how to play, really.” It was a decent idea. Even if it didn’t win anyone’s affection, it would at least show a willingness for him to engage with Thor’s social circles, something he’d need when he would be his brother’s advisor.

“There’s only one problem with that idea,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back as he paced. “Thor’s used to me cheating.”

“Why does that not surprise me,” Sophia said with a grin. “The god of mischief...cheating? Shocking.”

“It may or may not be part of the reason I have that title,” Loki said, going over to a set of shelves and pulling out a small golden cup engraved with knotwork. Lifting it to draw Sophia’s attention, he came over to a nearby end table. Shaking the dice in the cup, he slapped it down on the table, revealing the six-sided dice. “One result,” he said, holding out his fingers and twitching them only slightly. The cast illusion changed the die to a more favorable mix.

“Another,” he said. He smiled as he felt Sophia trying to contain her glee. It was most likely her first time really seeing magic in action. He couldn’t help but show off, changing them one more time.

“I can see why you would cheat,” she said, smiling widely. “The only way I could really cheat was by convincing my brother the rules were different, and that only worked for a little while.”

Loki laughed, dispelling the illusion. “I did that a few times as well,” he said, “but he figured that one out pretty quickly. Thor may sometimes make poor decisions, but he’s smart.”

“What if you promised not to cheat and actually followed through?” Sophia asked.

“Uh,” he said, shaking his head, “I may have already tried that with Thor - and cheated anyways. And...gotten caught the fourth time.”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she laughed. “But not with his friends?”

Loki thought carefully. “You’re right, not with his friends at all. Perhaps they might be willing to give me a chance, so to speak.”

Sophia gasped, clasping her face. “I have a great idea!” she said, squirming with excitement. As she told him, he initially protested, but then it grew on him.

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Loki walked into Volstagg’s feasting hall to the surprise of those present. Thor’s eyes widened as he came in and sat down. “Brother, I’m… glad you came,” he said. Once his surprise abated, he grinned and gestured to the seat next to him.

Unbeknownst to them, they had another visitor - Sophia, who stood across the room observing the proceedings with an amused smile. They’d tested earlier if their connection included Thor by passing him in the hallways, with Loki even pulling him aside and asking Thor if he’d seen Sophia. He didn’t appear to notice her, so her presence was in the clear.

Fandral crossed his arms, sizing up Loki. “I hope you’ve come with more interesting news for Thor,” he said, “although last time he was gone for quite a while.”

“I’m afraid not, Fandral,” Loki replied, stretching his arms. “Though I hate to disappoint.”

Lady Sif spoke to a servant, gesturing to an empty spot at the table, then turned to Loki. “We were actually expecting Lord Forsetti to arrive,” she said quietly, “Just so you are aware.”

Loki smiled at her tensely. “Thank you, Lady Sif.” He wasn’t certain if that was meant as information or intended to offend - he’d have to see.

Due to Volstagg’s constant appetite, they started before Lord Forsetti arrived. His sharp face was outlined by a clean, short goatee, his olive skin flushed from the walk there. “I apologize for my lateness,” he said, giving a polite bow. “I wasn’t aware both of you would be here,” he said, addressing the princes.

“Neither did I,” said Thor, “but it’s a pleasant surprise.” As Loki glanced at his brother, he was taken aback to see he seemed sincere.

Their discussion was limited, generally centered around Volstagg’s home life, Lord Forsetti’s work with the justice system in Asgard, and Lady Sif’s fight to keep away Lord Nassi’s proposals. Loki decided to bring up what he’d learned during the council - that Clan Vidfavne was once more on the move on Vanaheim.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Fandral said. “They’ve a warlike nature, I don’t know if they could keep the peace if they tried. True warriors at heart.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that innocent Vanir are dying because of it,” Lady Sif responded with a sharp glance.

Thor leaned back, finished with his meal. “They certainly must be stopped.”

Hogun, who usually kept silent, finally spoke up. “It is never easy with Clan Vidfavne. They fight to the end - always. Down to the last man.” Hogun was the most closely tied with his clan back on Vanaheim, often returning to deal with matters there himself. Fandral and Volstagg had wholly embraced life on Asgard once they were made citizens.

“Do you know why they started pillaging?” Loki asked him, leaning forward.

Hogun looked at Loki, his face revealing little emotion. “The stories are varied and come from a time before ours. But they say that Clan Vidfavne was nearly wiped out by a rival clan. Vidfavne was able to exact revenge but were far more merciful in sparing their rivals. However, their rivals saw this as weakness, attacked, and nearly destroyed them completely. Since then, that is the reason they have struck first at others.”

Lord Forsetti sat back, holding a goblet. “My understanding is that it’s a slightly different story.”

Hogun gave a nod. “These are merely the stories, not necessarily the truth.”

“When looking at this conflict,” Forsetti said slowly, “I found that what they’re pillaging is more indicative of the reasons behind it.”

“What? Gold? Riches?” asked Fandral with a laugh. “It’s always the same. Greed.”

Loki noticed that a look of annoyance flitted across Lord Forsetti’s face. “No,” he said, “what they’re taking is food and water stores.”

“That’s ridiculous,” said Volstagg. “Food and clean water haven’t been a problem for an age.”

Thor frowned, leaning on one side in his chair. “Volstagg is right, Vanaheim’s not had an issue with this. Why would they be taking such basic resources?”

“I’m unsure,” Forsetti said with a frown. “I’ve heard this from my time in the justice system on Vanaheim before I started working here. We’d have to be present in the area to find out more about the situation.”

Loki rubbed his palm absent-mindedly. “Why don’t we find out more about it?” he asked, glancing at Thor.

“That’s what our soldiers do, Loki,” Thor said quixotically. “You know that.”

“Do they?” Loki said pointedly. “I doubt villagers really want to share information with a soldier.”

Those at the table exchanged glances, with the exception of Lord Forsetti, who seemed to regard him with thought.

Fandral swiftly changed the subject, and the conversation resumed as normal. Thor gave Loki a couple of strange looks during its course, which Loki hoped didn’t mean his brother thought his behavior odd.

Finally, the appropriate moment arrived as they were flush from alcohol, and Loki brought out his golden cup, rolling around the dice and slamming it down on the table with a smile.

Thor groaned. “Oh no, Loki, I know you cheat. Please, friends, don’t disappoint yourselves.”

He grinned. “I’m not going to cheat!”

Lady Sif laughed. “And how will we know?”

“I guess you’ll have to play to find out,” said Loki, smirking.

Volstagg grinned, pulling aside a servant, who returned with a set of six cups and dice. They were passed around, and Lord Forsetti in particularly looked pleased. “I haven’t played this game in a long while,” he said. “I missed the sound of dice, I must say.”

“I’m quite good at Bloody Secrets,” Lady Sif said, “I always walk away with something, at least.”

Volstagg shook his head, counting up his dice. “I’m terrible at it, so please, friends, don’t take advantage of me.”

“Isn’t that the point of the game?” said Fandral, looking at him with mischief in his eyes.

Thor took his cup slowly, looking at Loki suspiciously. “No cheating,” he said.

“None,” Loki said, stealing a glance over to Sophia.

“Swear it,” Thor said, squinting at him.

“I swear,” Loki said, glancing towards Lord Forsetti, who was grinning in amusement.

With that, they began.

Loki’s first roll was terrible; he opted out of bidding immediately. Others at the table were surprised, but Loki shrugged. He wasn’t going to bet if there wasn’t even a chance.

Hogun won, a rare smile crossing his face as he collected his gold earnings. As he checked his dice for the second round, Loki was secretly pleased to see one of the highest possible sets. Internally, he congratulated himself, and with a smile at Sophia, cast an illusion, masking the dice to show a lower set. Cheating is only cheating if you do it to win.

Sophia’s idea was strange, but brilliant - to cheat at dice to lose spectacularly, not to win. “If you lose badly,” she’d told him, “you could gain two things - sympathy from people who see your bad luck, and good feelings from those who win at your expense.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” he had retorted. “They already think I’m weak in comparison to my brother. Losing would only perpetuate that image.”

“Then what would you stand to lose by doing it?” she’d asked deviously, raising an eyebrow.

This time he bet high and, when forced to show his hand by Thor, tried to look upset when he revealed his dice. There were gasps around the table, and Thor grinned. “Well, brother, perhaps your luck has run out.”

“We’ll see,” Loki said, smiling and shaking his dice once more.

With each round, he worked to surprise them, bidding high, then low, then abstaining at just the right points to keep their attention. With each round, some, in particular Lady Sif and Lord Forsetti, kept rooting for him. “Maybe next time!” Sif would say with encouragement as she raked in her gold.

But as it went on, those around the table found it more incredulous. “No, Loki!” Fandral cried out, “How is it possible to have such poor luck?”

Thor found the whole situation hilarious, slapping the table as he laughed each time. In some ways, Loki found the exercise worth it simply for that reason.

Sophia was giggling herself; it was hard for him to keep a mask of sheepish frustration without cracking a smile.

Finally, Lord Forsetti groaned. “I think I need to leave before I lose more gold and Loki keeps reinforcing his bad luck!”

The others agreed, and with that, the evening was ended. Volstagg gave Loki a clap on the back, saying next time he might do better. As they lingered in conversation, Loki edged his way toward Lord Forsetti, who was putting on his cloak and gloves.

Forsetti looked up at him, smiling. “You’ll have to be careful, no doubt word of your luck will mean you’re invited to many games that will rob the treasury of its gold!”

“No doubt,” Loki said. “It was pleasant to see you this evening.”

“Ah, well, when I was invited, I couldn’t turn it down. It’s certainly a more pleasurable activity than hunting.”

Loki frowned. He hadn’t known how Lord Forsetti started hunting with Thor, but he was under the impression that Lord Forsetti loved it. “I beg your pardon?”

“Well,” Forsetti said, his drunkenness showing a little bit, “to tell you the truth…” he dropped his voice lower. “I despise the whole affair. The blood, the killing of the animals. The fear in its eyes.” He shook his head, looking towards the others. “But when Thor asked me, I could not turn him down.”

“I understand,” said Loki. The only thing he really enjoyed about it was both riding in the fresh air and spending time with his brother. “Perhaps we can work on spending evenings together instead.”

“Of course.” Forsetti straightened his cloak and bowed to him and Thor before departing.

Loki waited for his brother, who came to him after saying his farewells. “Well, Loki,” Thor said, “Your idea of playing a game was a good one.”

“Hm, good for everyone else, I think.”

Thor grinned. It wasn’t until they were out in the street that Thor stopped, moving in front of Loki.

Loki frowned. What was he wanting? Had he caught him cheating? He was being incredibly careful with his casting to make sure no one saw.

“Was she there?” Thor asked, crossing his arms.

“Who, Lady Sif?” he asked innocently. Was he talking about Sophia?

“No, you know - Sophia.”

Sophia was still with Loki, though she’d kept quiet and out of the way. She looked at Loki questioningly.

“I asked you earlier if she’d contacted you,” Loki said. “What makes you think she was present at the dinner?”

Thor reached up to rub his neck. “I just - “ he shook his head. “Maybe it’s just the alcohol speaking. It’s stupid.”

“At this point, we can’t consider anything to be stupid, Thor. Remember that feeling that started everything the first day? You dismissed that as well. So what is it?”

“I don’t know if this makes sense, but I know you read more than I do.”

“I do,” said Loki, “but you also know it’s not my favorite activity.”

“Well, I’m talking about reading about other people’s experiences. I think I’ve heard people talk about this, but I didn’t recognize it until yesterday. I thought it was an odd feeling until she vanished, and it was gone. Now I’ve been feeling it again, since you arrived this evening.”

“What kind of feeling?” Loki asked, crossing his arms.

“It wasn’t until it was gone that it...its absence made me realize what I’ve been feeling… well, for as long as I can remember, really.” He shook his head. “It sounds stupid, but it was like I was missing something. That I was never...whole. Then when she was here, it felt like I was whole for the first time, and when she left…” He sucked in his breath, letting it out slowly. “It was like I noticed that emptiness for the first time, defined by what had been taken.” Making his hand into a fist, he planted it on his abdomen. “I felt it here, I think. Tonight and earlier today, when you were asking about her. Both the fullness and the emptiness.”

Dropping his hand, he looked at Loki’s frown, then down at the ground. “It’s a poor explanation, I know. But I’ve felt whole this evening once again, and brother - it’s almost intoxicating after what feels like a famine.”

Loki had never heard Thor talk like this, aside from the past few days. He’d never felt complete? His brother - Thor - who had everything, had been missing something? Wasn’t completion what the poems and stories said about love - romantic love? Thor didn’t seem to have that air about him. Loki had seen Thor have crushes before, and this looked nothing like that.

Loki looked at Sophia, who nodded, saying, “You should tell him.”

But Loki wanted to make sure about something first. “Thor, you’re not talking about romantic love, correct? You’re not feeling… attracted to Sophia, are you?” Please, by all that was beloved, let that not be the case. If Sophia was their sister, it would be most awkward.

“What?” Thor looked at him, confused. “No, of course not. Why would you think that?”

Loki scrutinized Thor’s face. “I simply wanted to cross out something off the list of feelings, that’s all.” He sighed. “Yes, Sophia is here, and was with me earlier today.”

Thor’s eyes widened as he scanned the area. “How come I can’t see her?”

Loki shrugged. “Perhaps it’s because she’s not linked directly at you. Honestly, this whole business is confusing.”

Sophia walked over to Thor, touching his arm once more. He tensed, but this time didn’t jump away when he saw her. “Hi,” he said, smiling down at her.

“Hi,” she responded, patting his arm. She was so short in comparison to them. “That was really sweet, what you were saying.” Loki tried to bury any feelings of jealousy so that Sophia wouldn’t notice it. Sophia already seemed at ease with Thor, who seemed equally comfortable. They’d spoken for hours and he didn’t feel that way with her yet.

Loki rolled his eyes in response to her comment. “He was talking about a howling feeling of emptiness, Sophia, not rainbows.”

She turned, narrowing her eyes at him. “Hey, and he said I was helping. It’s a nice thing to say about someone.”

“Yeah, Loki,” Thor said sarcastically, “It was nice.”

Loki held up his hands. “I just was the butt of several jokes for an evening, can I get a break?” At this, Sophia smiled softly at him and mouthed ‘Sorry.’

“Do either of you have that feeling as well?” asked Thor. “I’m assuming you didn’t, Loki, since I had to explain it.” Loki nodded in agreement.

Sophia stopped, considering what he’d said. “There’s been a lot of stimulation from these visits,” she said. “It’s hard to be paying attention to something like that in addition to the feelings from Loki, and the sights and sounds of simply being present. I thought the good feelings I’ve been having was just the pleasure of being around other people, but if I pay attention, that might be the case.” She paused. “I certainly have been resoundingly lonely my whole life, but I thought everyone felt that way.”

Loki pursed his lips. “My understanding is that many people have a feeling of fulfilment from their daily lives. But I also - I also have been lonely my whole life.”

Thor looked at him with a confused expression. “Really, Loki? I suppose, now that I think about it, it makes sense. But you’ve never mentioned it.”

“Neither have you, brother. It’s a topic that tends to destroy conversation.”

“At least that’s one thing we all have in common, then,” Thor said with a small smile.

“That - that’s not a good thing,” Sophia said.

“You’ll get used to it,” Loki responded. “He’s annoyingly optimistic.”

Thor smiled, turning to continue on. Sophia was thinking hard as she walked at a brisk pace to keep up with the brothers. “It seems odd to me that - and don’t take this the wrong way, Loki - I’m able to connect with Thor in a different manner than we do.”

“It doesn’t seem to be that different,” Thor said. “Feeling emotions and so on, right?”

Loki tilted his head even as he walked. “She’s not communicating with you - although perhaps we should examine if she could connect with you instead of me. This seems to take effort, though. Initiation.”

Sophia nodded. “With you, Thor, it was just - “ she snapped her fingers, “ - instant. And it’s not just emotions, I’ve seen some of your thoughts as well, remember.”

Thor shook his head. “I don’t recall. We discussed a lot of things in there, and that wasn’t at the forefront of my mind. But that doesn’t happen with Loki?”

“No, not right now. Have you seen any of my thoughts?” she asked.

Loki halted as Thor stopped and considered this. “I don’t believe so,” he said. “But much like you, I’ve had a lot on my mind. It could have been in passing.”

“Why not test it?” Sophia said, taking a couple steps back.

Loki smiled. More experimentation. A girl after his own heart. “What are you thinking, Sophia?”

She crossed her arms. “I’ll think of an emotional memory. Thor’s vision was emotional, so maybe that’s the reason I saw it.”

Thor frowned, looking at Loki. “So I’ll just...wait?” Loki nodded at him.

Sophia closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Loki felt her nervousness at first, then increasing intent as a frown crossed her face. Then a wall of deep, gut-wrenching fear and horror hit him.

And with it, one of his own memories came forward. The first time in battle that he’d realized he might not make it out. He’d been separated from their soldiers, isolated and surrounded by beasts, who knew no rational thought. Around him lay the bodies of soldiers who’d fought and died with no hope of return. His magical energies had run low after such a long battle, so, ever so briefly, he realized he might never see his family, or Asgard, again. And the thought was terrifying.

As Loki’s attention returned to the present, he heard Thor breathing heavily. The feeling faded and shifted to sadness as Loki looked at Sophia, whose head was hung low. She was definitely crying.

This time, without hesitation, Loki walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. Sophia leaned into him, shaking a little as she wiped her face quickly, trying to stop her tears.

“You didn’t need something that emotional,” Loki said softly.

“Those are the types of emotions I’m used to,” she said in response.

Thor was looking at them both, his eyes distant. “I saw it,” he said. “I - saw it, Sophia. Please banish if from your mind, and I hope you never have to remember it again.”

Loki thought he would come over as well to at least show some measure of kindness, but Thor turned and walked further down the road, stopping to wait for them.

Shooting Thor an annoyed look, Loki rubbed Sophia’s back. She seemed to be feeling a little better. “Are you going to be alright?” he asked.

“No,” she said matter-of-factly, pulling away. “Not tonight, I don’t think.” She looked at Thor, pursing her lips, then back at Loki. “I shouldn’t have done that, not after a long day like today. I just thought I’d try one more thing.”

“You’re curious, like me,” said Loki. “We just have to be careful not to overreach. It’s late, however - quite late - you should probably get some sleep.”

She gave him a small smile, but there was a weariness showing behind it. “That usually makes things better.” She pulled away to go, but hesitated.

He felt a stab of fear again, but it was different. Guessing what it was, Loki met her eyes. “You’re afraid of feeling alone tonight, aren’t you.” She nodded. Glancing at Thor, Loki stepped closer and lowered his voice. “If it becomes overwhelming, just let me know. You can visit or I can, whatever you need.” He looked at her, trying to impress his seriousness. “Don’t be afraid to ask, Sophia.”

She reached out and took his hand. “Thank you,” she said, giving him a nod. Then, after another glance at Thor, she vanished.

Loki turned, striding over to his brother angrily. “What was that?” he hissed. “She shows you something personal, and you don’t even… do anything? She was hurt, you idiot.”

“I know,” Thor said, frustrated. “I didn’t know what to do, and you were already doing something, so. I thought that was enough.”

“You didn’t know what - “ Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. “By the Norns, she could be our sister. She has a connection with you, Thor, you have to be willing to cultivate that.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” Thor said firmly. “Look, I won’t deny that things are strange around her. But we don’t know who she is.”

“That - that’s what you’re concerned about right now. You were just talking about how she made you feel whole!”

“I know what I said. That doesn’t mean we should just open up our lives to her. We’re princes of Asgard, I’m about to be coronated, Loki. Suddenly we’re dealing with a woman who has access to every aspect of our lives and makes me feel like I need her.”

“You find an antidote to your feelings of loneliness and you’re looking at keeping her at a arm’s distance, is that what I’m hearing you say?” Loki said incredulously.

Thor shook his head. “I shouldn’t have said anything about it, I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.”

“Thor, we are consistently experiencing an unexplainable phenomena daily, that’s bringing - dare I say it - joy to my life, and fulfillment to yours, and yet you’re pushing it away? Why? Is it what she showed you?”

Thor closed his eyes. “No, it wasn’t.” He brushed a hair back over his ear in annoyance. “She showed me a vehicle burning with many innocent people inside.”

Loki tried to understand what he was hearing. “She never mentioned anything like that, really. She’s struggled during her life, but she didn’t speak of anything that made her feel that way.”

“Well, she must have seen it somewhere,” Thor said. “It simply concerns me that she can control me in such a manner.”

“Control?” Loki said incredulously. “She doesn’t seem like…”

“Oh, Loki, she is very much the type. You both seem to have traits in common, like being shy but observant. Quiet but smart. And she took over your body, did she not?”

“Yes, but you’re suggesting she has ulterior motives in this entire endeavor. Osk is the one who connected us - why would you think that Sophia has any ill will?”

“I don’t, but I’m saying she can in the future. She’s not one of us, Loki. She doesn’t understand our people like we do. If she disagrees with something, she might try and force her desires upon us.”

Loki frowned, trying to follow his brother’s logic. “Thor, this doesn’t make sense to me. At all.”

“That’s because you’re using your heart, not your head,” said Thor, pointing to his forehead. “If you’re going to be by my side, I need to know you’re going to be with me, not her.”

Loki wished to protest, but Thor seemed to be certain at this point, and liable to get angry if he tried to reason further with him. “Of course, brother,” he said placatingly, trying to think of a better way to reason with him.

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The Sound of Silence

TITLE: The Sound of Silence CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 21/47 AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you are mute, and Loki comes to Avengers tower for the first time. Loki asks you a question and you answer through sign language. Loki looks at you crazy and thinks your making fun of him, he starts yelling saying that you should respect him since he’s a god and prince. RATING: T+ NOTES/WARNINGS: Gratuitous violence. An appearance by evil Loki. Also on AO3 Click here

You knew there was an event coming up when they let your ground yourself back in reality for weeks. They had stopped watching you as closely thinking that you were cowed. They did still shock you just to be assholes, which only fueled your anger and desire to escape. You would escape, just as soon as the gala came. So you watched and waited and tried to focus back on reality while your mind was clear of the visions. You had to be focused to see the first of the clues.

You knew when the blue dress arrived that it was time.

After months of careful planning and waiting.

It was time.

The day the dress arrived you began whispering to the guards who would be wearing headphones the night of the gala. You had seen which ones they would be. You had to be careful that no one would catch you at it, but you had seen this too and knew when they would be alone and it would be safe to whisper persuasions to them. So you carefully, so very carefully, whispered the persuasions, so very grateful that you had acquired that skill.

Even if your friends couldn’t come, couldn’t get to you, you were getting out of this hell.

It was time to be a self-rescuing princess.

The night of the gala, you were dressed in the blue dress and smuggled into the ballroom. This was a Hydra only event, and a masquerade gala. It was perfect for all of your planning. You weren’t given a mask of course; they all wanted to see you as you were. They wanted to see your scars and congratulate themselves on having your prophecies for their purposes.

You had to wander the crowd with your guards in tow until it was time for the performance. You kept your eyes out the entire time you did. You saw a familiar curl of red hair, an equally familiar cut of a jawline, a ceiling tile that was just out of place, a suspicious-looking umbrella propped against the wall. You stayed away from those familiarities. It wasn’t time yet for them.

It wasn’t long before you were on the stage, the microphone in your hand. You saw the attractive woman with red hair start flirting with your guards.

It was nearly time.

You began to sing, soothing the crowd, drawing their attention to you, drawing them to you with the siren’s song.

Still the woman flirted with the guards.

Just a little longer.

The guards saw nothing but the woman and how her attention wasn’t on you. Your persuasions held and they removed their headphones to talk to her properly.

The very instant the headphones were off, you changed the high note you had been singing to the loudest, angriest, most blood-curdling scream you could muster. Everyone in the crowd dropped, except the six in the crowd you had been watching.

You smiled at them as they turned to the stage, rushing to you. The umbrella flew across the ballroom towards it’s owner as they ran to you. “We’re here, Y/N!” Cap called unnecessarily. Nat was closest, she had been flirting with your guards. Clint, Tony, Thor, and Bruce were all running over and around the falling/fallen bodies.

Loki was nowhere to be seen.

You didn’t realize you had messed up your plan until one of the guards hit the button on his way to the floor. You fell to your knees, howling in pain, as the collar went off like it never had before. There was a crackle of electricity and your friends yelps of pain as the comm devices fried in their ears. They were down a moment later, no longer protected from you screams of pain.

Loki appeared then directly in front of you. In an instant, he was kneeling and had his hands around the shock collar. He didn’t bother trying to unlock it, he just snapped it in half and threw the the pieces far from you. You stopped screaming when the pain ended. You don’t know which of you moved first, but the next moment you were in his arms, holding him too tightly as you sobbed into his chest, his arms nearly too tight in their grip on you. “It’s alright now, love. I told you I would come,” he told you softly, his voice gentle, though you could hear the rage hidden behind his gentle tone. Your bit back the tears quickly. This wasn’t over yet. You would allow yourself the sobs and tears later.

Loki stood and pulled you to your feet as he ripped the headphones off of his own ears. He had come prepared. “Let’s get you taken care of, then we’ll deal with the walking carrion who dared touch what was mine,” his tone had changed to the angry snarl of the promise of their deaths. He looked you over, his gaze appraising. You knew you looked like hell. You were stick thin and covered with so very, very, very many new scars and cuts that hadn’t healed enough to be scars yet. He growled, his rage flaring at the state you were in. He held his hand out to you. “Allow me, darling,” he bid you softly. You immediately put your hand in his. You didn’t even question what he was asking you to trust him with doing. You trusted him with everything. He raised your hand to his lips and as he kissed your knuckles, his magic flowed over you. You hugged him again for what he had done for you. He had used magic to change your clothes so you would be comfortable. It wasn’t the most important thing right now, but he wanted you safe and happy. So you were in jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie that you knew came from his closet. Plus shoes. How you’d missed shoes.

“Any requests before I get started?” he asked pleasantly, not like he was talking about murdering a room full of people. You nodded and stepped out of his arms so you could make your request. He looked impressed, and more than a little shocked that you really were asking to help, but didn’t question you as he provided the requested items for you.

It took a minute to find the people you were looking for in the masked crowd, but they were together, so that made it easier. You glared at Agent In-charge, Smith, and Hydra’s leader as you found them and removed their masks. You wanted to make absolutely certain you’d found the right people. “These are the three who hurt you worst?” Loki asked, sounding simply curious. You nodded and snapped the shock collars Loki had provided for you around their necks. They roused after a few well-deserved slaps across the face each.

You let them sit up, look around at the downed people, and remember what had happened. They looked terrified up at Loki, who was twirling a dagger calmly. They weren’t paying you a bit of attention. Stupid assholes.

You snapped your fingers to get their attention. Loki looked over at you too. [Translate?] you asked.

He inclined his head. “Of course, darling,” he replied pleasantly. You signed one sentence for him. He grinned maliciously at the three terrified Hydra members. “My darling would like for me to tell you and I quote: See how you like it, assholes.”

You let them have the moment to turn back to you and see the device in your hand before you hit the button and watched with malicious revenge as they got a small taste of the hell they had put you through.

Loki pulled over a chair and pushed you gently into it, wrapping a blanket he had summoned around your shoulders. “You’re dead on your feet, love. Sit, enjoy your show. I will take care of the others,” he bid you softly and kissed your forehead.

You huddled in your blanket somehow watching Loki and the suffering three who had tortured you. Loki summoned a spellbook and you felt the power in the air as he drew in magic for his spell. You could feel how powerful of a spell it was, though you didn’t understand why or how.

The power burst from him and touched everyone in the room besides you and the rest of your friends, even the three in front of you who were already being punished for their part in hurting you were included in the spell’s touch. Every single person touched by the spell began to scream, blood pouring from their arms, clutching at their throats, their heads. You had an idea what he had done, but you looked up at him for confirmation. “Nobody harms what is mine,” he explained, his voice a malevolent snarl as he looked over his handiwork. He came back over to you and lifted you from the chair into his arms. “I’ve got you. You’re safe now,” he told you softly, kissing your forehead again, as if to reassure himself that you were really here and safe.

“Loki, stop this!” Thor’s voice boomed, as he raised his umbrella, the umbrella that was Mjolnir in disguise. Your teammates had been roused by the screams of Loki’s victims, it seemed. You hadn’t noticed them wake.

“What did you do?” Clint asked, horrified at the sounds and images around you.

“No more than what they did to Y/N,” Loki replied pleasantly, the malicious grin on his face at the chaos and pain around him.

“Loki, lift your spell. They do not deserve this, torture,” Thor ordered even more firmly.

“You are quite right, brother dear. My darling did not deserve this torture. They are receiving no more than was inflicted upon her,” Loki’s voice was still pleasant, but he held you more tightly.

“They did…this?” even Nat’s voice was disbelieving. None of them had wanted to believe that you had lived through and survived what these people were suffering now.

“That is the nature of the spell. They will be freed when every torture inflicted on my beloved has been inflicted on those responsible in turn,” Loki shrugged as if that was a benevolence.

“Freed means dead, right?” you whispered in Loki’s ear, so softly even he would have to focus to hear, even with your lips brushing his ear as you spoke.

“Very much so,” Loki replied softly so the others couldn’t hear what he said. Louder, he announced: “Come, darling. Let’s go home,”

After one last view of the carnage around you, Loki teleported the two of you from the ballroom.

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