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judyfromfinance · 1 year

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Olden Times. Modern Thinking.

(Heimdall/Modern!Reader)

Summary: You know things you’re not supposed to. You behave oddly. And the way you speak is even odder. Kratos, Mimir, and Atreus have no idea if they should believe your ramblings of another world and of a future they have no way of knowing is real. But, you seem harmless enough. Plus, Faye may rise from her grave if they let a poor woman freeze to death in their forest, right outside their home no less.

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Chapter 4

This new world you found yourself in was so vast, and so so terrifying at the same time. Beautiful but other worldly. Like it shouldn’t be real and yet here you are. Witnessing it with your own eyes. You were walking along the spindly branches of the world tree as you followed Sindri to his home. You stared out into the vast periwinkle void and you could’ve sworn you felt something stare back. You think back to your earlier thoughts. Beautiful yet terrifying. Lovecraftian in a sense, but some of his work was based off of Norse mythology so I guess calling something Lovecraftian that existed before him and even may have given him inspiration was just not right. But hey, it made sense in your head.

After Atreus came back in from his talk with Odin, Kratos showed up a couple of minutes after. They got into a slight argument, as they tend to do, and then Kratos decided that it was best to see what had gotten his boy so wrapped up that it would cause him to lie to his own father. But of course that left you, a mortal that could barely use a sword and could definitely not scale cliffs as easily as the two gods before you. “I can just stay here if you want?” Kratos just shook his before continuing to think. “They might come after you again.” He stated. You shook slightly at the thought. Atreus looked at with concern but you saw a twinkle of something else. Curiosity. He took a couple of cautious steps towards you. “Why were they here? What did they talk about?” He questioned. You knew what he really wanted to ask though. What could those gods possibly want with you? And again, just like when you first met them, you told them the truth.

“They think that I can help them prevent Ragnarök somehow.” You turned on your heel as you paced back and forth. You looked back up at them with a sigh of exasperation. “I don’t know how they knew but they knew! They knew I wasn’t from here. I don’t know exactly how much they know because our conversation didn’t get that far.” You think back to your fear ridden self. Your first thought was to get out of there. Not about possibly getting answers of your own. “I don’t know why they would think that but… I don’t know… I’m just really confused right now. I’m sorry.” You mutter softly. You felt like a burden. Not only are you slightly messing up the timeline, though they don’t know that, but you can’t even help them with their problems. They saved your life. They fed you. They clothed you. They gave you a warm bed and helped teach you about this land and all you can say is ‘I don’t know’ and ‘I’m sorry.’ Maybe… maybe you should finally tell them. But how would you even go about explaining it. ‘Hey your whole life’s a video game for other people’s entertainment!’ just wouldn’t cut it. As your mind began to spiral you heard a soft spoken voice speak up.

“She’ll be safe at our house.” Everyone turns to look at the dwarf in the doorway. Sindri smiled and waved. “All of you are welcome actually. You probably need a new place to lay your heads since this one is… well…” he looked towards the hole in the roof. “Compromised. Heh.”

And that’s what lead you to know. Walking through this mystical looking void, trying desperately not to peek over the edges of the branches. The thought of tumbling over your own feet and falling to your death in an endless void making you sick to your stomach. Sindri turns back around to you and starts up a conversation. “Me and my brother don’t often have visitors so this will be new and exciting. Hopefully? Just uh… wipe your feet off before you enter. If you can?” You nod your head in acknowledgment. “Yea I can do that. I can leave my shoes at the front door if you want? Don’t really need them inside tracking mud and melted snow anyways.” He stops before you, hands on his hips and a slight smile on his face. “That’s actually a great idea. I should implement that. Thank you!” You giggle before gasping in shock. A bright white light in the shape of a door appears before you. Sindri ushers you forward as you slowly push yourself through the mist. It felt tingly. Like when you scrub your sock covered feet against the carpet and go to poke at someone. But instead it’s all over your body. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s quite shocking nonetheless. Sindri follows behind you.

“By they way, I think we may have found some items that belong to you.” You furrowed your brow. Confused on what he could have that might belong to you. “What do you mean?” He goes to open the door of his grand treehouse. Taking off his heavy duty boots as he continued, “Well Atreus told me a lot about you. How you may not be of this world and well, Brok and I have found some…” he swallows as he tilts his head. “Unusual items on some of our scavenging expeditions. So I’m just assuming here.” He turns quickly towards you with his hands raised high as you unbuckle your boots. “Of course I could be wrong so if I am I apologize for over stepping.” You place your boots next to his as you wave your hand at him. “Don’t worry about it dude. It’s fine. But I’d like to see them if you don’t mind.” He nods before another burly voice interrupts him.

“So you’re that weird mortal girl they found on deaths doorstep.” Brok looks you up and down behind his smithing station and huffs. “Yea, you look like you wouldn’t be able to survive a greasy warthog tooting at ya, let alone Fimbulwinter.” Sindri gasps before turning to you. “I am so sorry. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by that.”

“Like hell I did!” You couldn’t stop the laughter as it burst forth. You grasped your knees as your stomach started to ache. Honestly, what he said wasn’t even that funny but you couldn’t help but feel a slight weight be lifted off of you at his strange behavior and odd idioms. You calmed down before apologizing. “I’m sorry, that was just…” you shook your head as you tried to find words to describe your thoughts. “I don’t know man, that was just fucking funny I guess.” Sindri looked appalled at your foul language as Brok bellowed out a laugh not to dissimilar from your own. “I like this one. Well come on then! We haven’t got all day, you wanna see those odd contraptions or not?” You nod enthusiastically as you make your way over to him. He bends down and grabs a big wooden box. “I can tell one of them is a bag but it’s definitely an odd looking one. Don’t know what’s in it. Didn’t care enough to open it and the other one?” He just shrugs. “Fuck if I know what that damn thing is. It gets bright sometimes that’s all I know.” You nodded as you opened the box.

“Oh my god! It’s all my shit! Holy fuck thank you! How did it even get here? Where did y’all find it?” You shouted in shock and awe. Brok laughed his ass off as Sindri sighed. “Do you always speak like that?” You nod your head but apologized to him anyways. This was his home after all. You grab your pink and blue Little Twin Stars mini backpack. It had dirt smudges everywhere and a couple of claw marks. Looked like an animal tried to get into it but gave up halfway. It wasn’t as pristine as you usually kept it back at home but it was here! In your hands! You push it to the sides for now. As you look into the box and swiped your phone. You could cry. It was your phone! Fuck what everyone else said about the evils of material goods in the modern world. You spent good, hard earned money on these things. Of course you’re gonna enjoy them! You’re a material girl in a material world and that’s all you’ll ever wanna be. And you won’t feel sorry about it either. You turned your phone over and looked at the the pink Cardcaptor Sakura phone case. You looked at your phone charms dangling on the side. Toro Inoue and Pipimi and Popuko. They were dirty but fine. You then look towards the screen. Sadly it was cracked. Starting from the left corner down to about halfway down the screen in a spiderweb like fashion. Thankfully though, you had a screen protector. Your iPhone recognized your face as it opened up and you were bombarded with notifications from all of your apps. You began going through them, not even giving a second thought to how your phone is possibly working here at all. Sindri and Brok flanked both sides of you as they watched your fingers slide across the screen. Moving bright little boxes with words they couldn’t understand. Brok, starting to get restless, slapped your shoulder and asked “What the hel is that thing?” Sindri nodded, “I would very much like to know too.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry. I just got really excited. Um…” you try to think of a way to explain what a phone is to people that don’t even know what technology is. “How do I put this? This is a phone. It allows me to contact people from far away. So say I was here with you guys and let’s say Atreus was all the way across Midgard right and he uh, he also had one of these. We would be able to talk to each other no problem.” Now that you’re hearing yourself out loud you cringe a bit. Describing how things worked or what things did was never your forte. If anyone back at home were to ask you to explain anything you’d hit them with a “I don’t know. Google it.” Sadly, you can’t really do that here. And you can tell that you explanation wasn’t all that great as they still looked confused.

“How does that work? And how can you control all those things with your fingers? Can it do anything else? One day it stated to make a, in my opinion, grating noise. Why did it do that?” Sindri just piled on question after question. And you felt bad because you didn’t know if you’d be able to answer all of them. Brok noticing your exasperation slapped Sindri on the back as he moved around the table. “Give the girl some room. You starting to sound like an ingreased cog.” Sindri stumbled forward as he turned to glare at Brok. “Ow.” He huffed before Turing back towards you. “I’m sorry.” You shook your head and smiled. “No need to apologize. I get it. It’s something new and interesting. You want to know more about it and I don’t blame you. But even though this is mine I don’t know how everything in it works. I just know that it does.” He shuffles forward towards a small door. “I understand. Here, this used to be a broom closet but we renovated it slightly to be a room. I know it’s not the best thing in the world but it’s a place to lay your head.” You peek into the room with a smile on your face. Definitely still is a broom closet if the mop in the corner was anything to go by. But the bed on the other size of the room that seemed to be the perfect size for you was nothing to sneeze at. “It’s perfect Sindri. Thank you.” You turn towards Brok. “And thank you too.” You grab your backpack and the bag you brought with you from the cabin and set them right next to your bed. You turn towards the door and looked at the Huldra brothers with a fond smile.

“I hope you don’t mind but I think I’m gonna sleep for a bit. It’s been a pretty eventful day.” Brok nodded before leaving. You can hear the sound of hammering start back up on the other side of the wall. Sindri smiles, “Of course.” He goes to close the door before peeking his head back in and saying a quick, “Sweet dreams.” He blushes before slamming the door closed. You hear him mutter something before scampering away. Brok lets put a hefty laugh, making fun of his brother’s embarrassment. You lay down and stare at the ceiling. You hear Sindri leave through the front door. Most likely to bring Kratos and Atreus back to their newfound home. You bring your phone back up to your face. And open it. You click on an app that you know all too well. As you scroll through all the different fanart of the very same characters that you are sharing a home with your struck with the sudden fear that your gonna have to come up with some way to help these people. You can’t let any of them die. But again, what can a mortal do amongst gods? You have the advantage of knowing what is going to happen and when. But how good is that when these gods can easily over power you and kill you. You have to tell them. You have to tell them everything. They’ll be able to help you come up with a game plan. You sigh as you turn off your phone and turn to your side. Staring at the stationary mop and bucket of water. You just hope that Kratos will listen to you. You hope that they all will. And maybe, maybe they won’t be mad. God help you.

Sorry this took so long y’all. My sisters been letting me use her pc and I’ve been playing Stardew Valley with a bunch of different mods and loving it! There’s a mod that make Toshinori Yagi a marriageable character and AAAAAAA I love him. Anyways hope you guys enjoy this chapter. Let me know what y’all think in the tags or the comments. Thank you~

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Good Boy Audios Incorrect Quotes (Part 1)

Faithful, to Albus: Are you done pretending I'm not the love of your life?

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Makkaro: I think the words you're looking for are "I surrender"

Guardian: The words I'm looking for I can't say because Zed is present

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Albus: Now, remember what I told you, Faithful. The quickest way to a man's heart is...?

Faithful: Through his third and fourth rib!

Albus: That's my girl!

(Devlin: You're horrible)

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Ulysses: How did none of you hear what I just said?

Pandora: I’ve been zoned out for the last two and a half hours

Fenrir: I got distracted about halfway through

Odin: Ignoring you was a conscious decision

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*Thud!*

Faithful: What was that?

Albus: My shirt fell!

Faithful: It sounded louder than that

Albus: I was still in it

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Pandora: Fight me!

Odin: What are you gonna do shortstop, kick me in the shin?

*one minute later*

Tyr, entering the room: Why is Odin on the ground holding his leg?

Ulysses, laughing: Pandora kicked him really hard in the shin

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Faithful "Resting B!+ch Face" Koria: Sometimes I wish I looked more fragile and feminine like a dainty flower but I do enjoy looking like I hate everyone

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Ulysses: *screaming* You IDIOT!

Odin: *also screaming* I'm sure you're right but why?!

(also Devlin and Albus in that order, or Paradise and Yargwynn)

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Devlin: Did you just refer to a knife as a people-opener?

Albus: Should I not have?

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Paradise: WHAT DID YOU DO!?

Yargwynn: Shockingly, none of this.

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Odin: Do you think I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Ulysses: You’re a hazard to society

Pandora: And a coward. Do 20

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Albus: I'm not lying on the floor physically, but I am lying on the floor spiritually

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Darling: Is there a word that's a mix between sad and angry?

Makkaro: Disgruntled, malcontented, miserable, desolated

Frank: Smad *insert Frank laugh here*

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Pandora: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Odin: IDK, why?

Pandora: To get to the idiot's house. Knock knock

Odin: Who's there?

Pandora: The chicken

Odin: ... I won't punch you on one condition

Pandora: Okay

Odin: Go tell that joke to Ulysses

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Faithful: Devlin, have you seen Albus?

Albus, lying facedown on the floor: Present

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Zed: Never break someone's heart. They only have one.

Makkaro: Yeah! Break their bones! They have 206!

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Okami: I've brought you here because I crave the deadliest game

Odin, nodding sagely: Knife Monopoly

Okami: ... Okay I was gonna hunt you for sport but now I really wanna know what Knife Monopoly is

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Paradise: Is anyone else scared?

Yargwynn: Not really. I've already lived longer than I expected

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Faithful: This can't get any worse

Albus: Sure it can. Just give me a minute

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Tyr: Odin, we tried things your way.

Odin: No we didn't?

Tyr: I did it in my head. It didn't work.

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Albus: *wears a dark grey shirt*

Devlin: Ah. Breaking out the spring colors I see

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Odin: I have an idea. But I'm going to need your permission

Fenrir: Why do you need my permission?

Odin: Because if I mess it up, I don't want it to be just my fault

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Paradise: Can I make a suggestion that doesn’t involve violence or is this the wrong crowd?

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Makkaro: You guys are idiots, did you know that?

Frank and the Boney Boys™: In our defense, we actually do know that.

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Albus, to Kravitas: I'd tell you to go to Hell, but I don't want to see you again

#Good Boy Audios #GoodBoyAudios #GBA Faithful #GBA Albus #GBA Devlin #GBA Bastard Warrior #GBA Fourseen #GBA Tyr #GBA Odin #GBA Pandora #GBA Ulysses #GBA Yargwynn #Space Pirate Saga #GBA Paradise #GBA MotH #GBA Zed #GBA Guardian #GBA Makkaro

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thebladeblaster · 3 years

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What if SMT4 was in the Marvel Cinematic Universe au?

I know it’s a weird idea but I couldn’t get it out of my head and wrote the basic gist of it since I never think I’ll actually have the time to write this especially with college.

The SMT4 movies:

(Precedes Avengers) Phase 1

The Cobalt Samurai-Basically the events of the first part of the game all the way up till them seeing the Underground which instead of Tokyo is New York in the MCU. Most of the superfluous side quests are shown through montage (Ex. The side quests that are a part of the challenges Navarre gives them.). At the movies midpoint the events of Kiccigiori village would transpire. The events of Kiccigiori are expanded on and a big chuck of the movie. Flynn is given more of a character before the events of Kiccigiori he feels a bit homesick and thinks of what he left behind. We see what actually happens to Flynn’s parents in the movie rather than it being left ambiguous like the game. For the first time the others see a strange flicker of gold in Flynn’s eyes which becomes clearer and continues throughout the movies. The finale is the Minotaur fight and then them gazing upon New York.

(The beginning takes place before Avengers but the middle and latter parts are mostly after the Avengers) Phase 2

The Cobalt Samurai: The Black Samurai- They leave the sky tower which disappears behind them seemingly leaving them trapped in New York. They continue the journey while they are pursued by a Hydra agent named Medusa. Nozomi first appears in this movie and helps them adjust to life on Earth. Nanashi and Asahi have a cameo. We also hear about gods starting to return. The movie is road trip esk. On their way to find the Black Samurai they run into familiar faces like Xi Wangmu,

the Ring of Gaea, and even have a brush in with the Avengers. The Avengers being led by the Hydra controlled Shield are told that they are planning to destroy Earth and must be stopped. This is the movie’s climax afterwards Lillith is captured and they bring her back to Mikado. Sister Gabby uses her powers to allow them to return. The movie ends with them learning of her returning to life after being executed.

In between movies

After Flynn and Isabeau leave in Civil War they go around helping people across Earth. Isabeau notices a strange golden light flickering in Flynn’s eyes as he starts to gain people’s hopes. His perspective on things starts to change and he starts thinking of the people of Earth more and growing attached to them. He was so focused on the Black Samurai before he had mostly ignored everything else. Without her he’s finally letting himself be enthralled with Earth’s splendor. They actually meet Nanashi and Asahi who are just kids right now.

(Takes place in alongside Infinity War) Phase 3

The Cobalt Samurai: Divided We Fall- After Flynn, Jonathan and Walter get sucked into the reactor they end up traveling to 2 parallel New York’s one of chaos and law. The law one is a dystopia not unlike 1984. The chaos one is marvel zombies. In the alternate worlds they meet alternate versions of the Avengers and fight Lucifer and Merkabah in their respective worlds. After their defeat Jonathan and Walter start to feel strange before they are sucked into the world of the white. The white try to drive Flynn into despair by revealing everything to him and that no matter what choices he makes the world will suffer and he will die. He is nearly taken over before Jonathan and Walter snap him out of it, surprising the white that they are here when they weren’t in the other worlds. They are more surprised when the ghost of Navarre becomes visible and gives Flynn his support. Jonathan and Walter with Lucifer and Merkabah’s powers will Isabeau into being transported to the white realm who also knocks some sense into Flynn. Flynn’s fellows declare that they’ll stay by him and defeat their fates together. Hope starts to overflow within him and Masakado’s katana materializes in his hands simply called “The Godslayer Sword”. Together they all defeat the white and the movie ends with the samurai returning to a post-Infinity War Mikado.

The movies that are altered:

(In Iron Man 2 their presence is mentioned in the movie as the supposed “Angels from the Heavens”.)

Thor-Their is an extra scene with Odin talking to Matrieya and telling him that he is no longer a part of the Divine Powers. Thor overhears this and questions Odin who refuses to elaborate. Matrieya offers Thor to join them and Odin drives him away.

(They are not present but are referenced in Avengers)

Thor: The Dark World-(This movie sucks) So, instead the one trying to get the reality stone is Matrieya who Thor fights. Some of the members of the Divine Powers appear in this movie and Krishna is foreshadowed. Thor finds out earlier about his father’s shady past, but this time it involves the Divine Powers who helped Odin conquer the 9 realms.

Captain America: Winter Soldier-They actually run into each other during the movie and they reveal everything about Tayama and Lillith. They were looking for the ‘face of true evil’ that Lillith told them about. That evil is being done by Hydra who Tayama is a part of in this version. They agree to help out Cap and expose Hydra from within Shield. They find out about all the very messed up things Hydra have done and realize Hydra is the true evil.

(The messiah is mentioned in Guardians of the Galaxy)

Guardians of the Galaxy vol2-Ego is in league with the Divine Powers.

Avengers: Age of Ultron-A young Hallelujah appears in this movie alongside Scarlet Witch and Quicksilver. The samurai appear and fight the Ultron bots alongside the Avengers. Due to their meeting in their sequel they are acquainted with the Avengers. As things get hairy Nick Fury picks them up and has them join the fight. We find out that currently the were on their way back to Mikado to report to Shene Duke. In the end credits we see the archangels. Hallelujah doesn’t join the Avengers since he’s too young. Like Wanda and Pietro he gets his powers from being experimented on.

Captain America: Civil War-The samurai have completely split off now going their separate ways. We see a flashback of Jonathan and Flynn killing Lillith when Jonathan mentions it. They are dragged into the discussion at the beginning of the movie clearly not on speaking terms with each other especially after Walter hears that they killed Lillith. Isabeau awkwardly shuffled around feeling very nervous and out of place especially with all the tension. After the Sokova Accords are revealed Walter sides with Cap and Jonathan sides with Tony. Jonathan is surprised when Flynn doesn’t take a side simply not seeing it as their problem. Since it isn’t their world anyway. His head seems in the clouds after defeating Lillith and he walks out of the movie with Isabeau following behind them. From there the movie is the same, but with Walter and Jonathan included. They both start to question how they stand as those they favored flipped. Previously Jonathan would favor Cap and Walter would favor Tony. This whole conflict makes them realize things may not be as black and white as they thought.

(Flynn and Isabeau are referenced in Spider-Man: Homecoming. This is where it is revealed that they have been going around helping people.)

Thor: Ragnarok-Hella is a part of the Divine Powers and Shesha makes an appearance.

Avengers: Infinity War-Isabeau and Nozomi are in the movie on the Earth team. Isabeau reveals that her fellows have disappeared after going to the reactor. Flynn had convinced her to stay behind because she didn’t really have a stance in the conflict between Jonathan and Walter. Strangely, Flynn appears later in the movie but is acting awfully strange. Isabeau is transported to the white’s world right before the snap. After the snap he takes the gauntlet right off Thanos and Krishna reveals himself. Krishna explains that he allowed Thanos to do the snap on purpose to half the forces of law and chaos. His allies had been transported to another world when the snap happened; ‘Flynn’ even briefly disappeared before returning out of nowhere foreshadowing this. Flynn is revealed to be Shesha who fights Thanos. They are actually pretty even in power, but due to the Avengers wearing down Thanos before he gains the upper hand and defeats him. Krishna gives his salvation speech and Shesha flexes on everybody. He also mentions that his kalki, the true godslayer, will return to Earth.

Avengers: Endgame-Isabeau informs them of the snap. They actually appear after the time skip due to their trio back to Earth being wonky. After seeing even Mikado was ravaged Jonathan further questions his earlier values. We actually see Gaston who is fully grown to his age in Apocalypse. Many of their families were decimated or mostly gone after the snap. This whole thing brings the group even closer. Gaston joins them on their way back to New York. After arriving Toko appears trying to assassinate Flynn. The whole world thinking him and Shesha were the same and he betrayed them. Flynn defeats Toki and they try to convince her that it wasn’t Flynn who took the gauntlet. After her defeat Toki begrudgingly stands down and leaves, however claims she will kill Flynn one day which makes them nervous. They are also joined by Nozomi. Then they join up with the Marvel heroes who are wary at first, but Cap is able to realize that Flynn obviously wasn’t Shesha. They have to track down the Divine Powers who currently possess the stones. Krishna plans to use the stones to get to YHVH’s realm and have Flynn kill him. They fight the rest of the Divine Powers and it is revealed that Walter and Jonathan can transform into Lucifer and Merkabah. After their encounter in the other worlds an incomplete version of their power went into them. They fight Krishna and after seemingly winning Krishna slips into Flynn. Vishnu-Flynn is born and fights everyone after getting through to Flynn on the inside he breaks out and finishes Krishna. They take the infinity stones and restore everyone to normal. The samurai realize that there is a bigger threat and the universe is bigger than they imagined. Thus the samurai split again Flynn and Isabeau while Navarre and Walter depart to space while Jonathan returns to Mikado.

Spider-Man: Far From Home- Nanashi and Asahi are present. In the movie after one of the accidents Nanashi is revived by Dadga. It is also revealed Krishna is still alive and has only been sealed.

Pending waiting for more movies…

Demons shown:

Flynn-Centaur, Jack Frost, Minotaur,

Naga, Zu Tuen (you know the one I can’t spell) , Frost Ace, Cu Cualain (I can’t spell his name), Quetzalcoatl, , Cerberus, Tenkai, Shiva, Demonee-Ho, and Masakado

Isabeau-Napea, Pixie, Leane Sidne, Medusa, Xi Wangmu, Valkyrie, Isis, Jeanne D’ Arc, Pallas Athena, Lakshmi and Isanami

Jonathan-Angel (and the rest of the hierarchy), Master Dwarf, Theron, Apsaras, Ame No Uzume, Aniel, Orcus, Mastema, Metatron, Michael and Seraph

Walter-Liam Dherg, Gryphon, Oni, Ose, Pendragon, Seiryu, Asura,Orobas, Bishamonen, Samael, Lilith, Fafnir, Surt, Mara (would Disney even allow that?), Koga Saburo, Beelzebub, and Demiurge

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luthien-t · 4 years

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The Sun Will Shine. (Chapter Three)

Summary: Thanos invaded the asgardians ship & Thor called for back up. Being a liable paramedic, you gather your tools and went to space. You end up being injured during battle but Thanos was defeated, what will you do when you find out your lover, Loki suffered more than just a few battle scars? But then again, no one is ever really gone.

Chapter Summary: Summary: You tell your teammates about your plans and proceed to find a place to begin your search for Loki

Wordcount: 2.0+K

A/N: Hiii, I finally got out of writers block and was able to write something, Im not very proud of this chapter but I dont want to stop writing it oop, tell me what you think!! I also want to organise my account and make a masterlist but im not sure when will i do that oop, anyways, Enjoy reading this!!

Morning came and you slowly walked towards the kitchen shared in the tower, everyone was here, except Thor. You sigh quietly, remembering yesterdays conversation you had with him. Everyone was busy with their own breakfast and coffee, Tony was reading his notepad, Natasha was making pancakes, Wanda was helping Steve wash the dishes.

“Good morning, y/n!” Bucky smiled softly & you smiled back to him before sitting down on the chair next to him, playing with the hem of your hoodie. You knew you had to say it, you just didn’t know how, Hey, guys I’ve decided to leave the compound cause I will be looking for Loki cause he’s not dead!! As if thats easy to say.

You run a hand through your hair as you noticed that everyone stopped whatever they were doing and was looking at you, that was when you realised that you had said those words out loud.

“I’m sorry, what??” Tony said.

“What do you mean what?” You sit back on the chair and cross your arms. Even if you didn’t mean to say it out loud, that doesn’t mean you weren’t not going to do it.

“y/n. I thought we talked about this?” Wanda chimes in.

“Woah, woah, woah. Talked about this?!” Tony starts, his voice going an octave higher in the end. “When did this happen?!” He looks at you waving his hands around, emphasising this and you shrug. “Last night.” You look up at him and continue. “I found a journal between my books and the more I read into the english words the more I realised that Loki not…” You shrug again. “You know..”

“Wait, english words?” He sits down in the chair in front of you and crosses his arm on top of the table. “So, you’re telling me? Dead reindeer games had a journal full of different languages for you to find him?” You shut your eyes at the new nickname he has for Loki, sure Tony always disliked Loki, wether it was because of New York, which was years ago, or just because he was always messing around with Tony. Well, Loki never cared about being on Tonys good side and that always bothered him, but for him to just simply mention Loki with the word dead in the same sentence, it caused your heart to ache.

“He is not dead!” You got out of your chair and looked down at Tony before sighing and running a hand through your hair. “Look, all I’m asking for is a little bit of help, we have nothing else to do now that Thanos is gone.” Everyone in the kitchen was looking at you both, it was getting quite and you looked at everyone while they avoided your eyes, you chuckle softly and nod before walking out of the kitchen and back to your room.

How could they refuse to help you when all you ever done to them was nothing but help them, you grabbed your bags not bothering to change your pyjamas and wore your shoes when you heard a knock on the door, you ignored it and kept grabbing any necessity you might need in the future.

“Let me see the journal.” It was Tony, you shook your head and went into the closet pretending to pack but only to hide the fact that you were tearing up.

He sighs “Y/n, I’m sorry for the way I reacted in the kitchen, you know that I am just looking out for you and I don't want you to be in denial, I know that you’re hurt-“

You walked out of the closet and handed him the journal. “Here, go ahead, tell me I’m going crazy.” Your voice broke and tears keeping piling in your eyes. He looked at you and frowned before pulling you into a tight hug. You barely had the energy to hug him back but your body kept shaking with the sobs that you have been trying to hold inside of you. He kept repeating how sorry he was for how he reacted but it didn’t matter, it did not change the fact that he might be right.

You stood there for a few minutes before pulling away and turning around to wipe your tears, he gave you the privacy that you needed while looking through the journal. You heard him sigh. “Y/n, I’m sorry but- none of this make any sense, not even the english. He was just messing with you,” was…You turn around and look at him, anger flashes through your eyes for quick second.

“He is.” You say before taking the book from him and putting it in your bag.

“Look, Tony, thank you for somewhat trying” You sniff and zip the bag closed. “But I’m starting to feel like I have to do this on my own.” You sigh loudly and look up at him, biting your lips to stop yourself from crying. He frowns and nod slightly. “I really am sorry.” He says quietly while watching you carry your bags. He wants to stop you from leaving, “Give yourself time to heal, at least, maybe we can watch a movie? Take the week off? Like you said, we have nothing to do now that Thanos is gone.” He chuckles, tying to lighten up the mood. He still believes that Loki is really gone and he doesn’t want to see you drown in a make-believe world where Loki isn’t actually gone. You continue to ignore him as you zip the rest of the bags and he sighs.

“Look-“ He looks at your bags and then back at you. “Where will you go?” He says as he grab one of your bags for you, If he can’t give you the information that you are looking for, he will at least try to show you the he wants to be there for you.

“Some apartment.” A short answer. He nods again, you want to tell him where but then that will mean he or anyone from the team will slow you down or try to bring you back to the tower.

“Do you need a car?” You shake your head and walk towards the elevator, Natasha sees you and notices the bag, she gets up to protest but Tony stops her with a raise of his hand before pressing on the elevators button, when the elevator arrives you take the bag from him and get inside. You smile softly at him before looking behind him to find Natasha and Sam and smile again, tears start gathering in your eyes again and you look back at Tony before the elevator door closes and thank him.

You can hear Natasha yelling at Tony the second the door completely shut and her voice slowly fades away as the elevator descends to the ground floor.

You are thankful that Tony did not press for more information and that he did not ask you to stay, you know the rest of the team are going to go against him for letting you leave so easily, but that did not matter to you, the only person that ever truly mattered to you was Loki. I mean, you loved every single person on the team with you, but Loki is different, it always has been, since the beginning.

“Lady y/n!” You saw Thor practically running toward you while carrying his brother. You dropped the file of the patient in front of you and ran towards him while the other nurses pushed a hospital bed towards Thor and his unconscious brother. “What happened?” You said as you helped him lay Loki on the bed. You checked his pressure and started inspecting his body for any injury.

The past couple of months since your first encounter with Loki, you learnt that Odins punishment for what he did to New York was to live in New York and do good to equal the bad he had done in the past. You also grew closer, your night shifts in the Med-bay also grew more interesting with Loki there to entertain you, you two would talk forever, but would also sit in silence forever, there was this invisible sheet of comfort around you two no matter what the situation was. With each passing day, your feelings towards him grew stronger. So, seeing him unconscious on the hospital bed worried you.

“We were practising in the training room and I might have attacked him too hard” Thor said as he looked down at Loki. “So I knew I had to get help.” He continued as a smile slowly grew on his face, he might have noticed the bewildered look on your face because he chuckled and patted Loki on the chest before leaving. You shook your head with confusion and grabbed the oxygen mask, so focused on your craft, you didn’t see Loki opening his eyes and grabbing your wrist. “Jeez!” You yelped and pulled your wrist from his grip.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing?!” You looked down at him, he smirked at you before opening his mouth. “Well he did get help.” He chuckled and sat up.

“Get help?! What game are you playing?” You looked at him with furrowed brows. He chuckled again, which only added more to your confusion. He noticed and grabbed the oxygen mask from your hands and crossed his legs.

“Well, he kept asking me questions about us and felt the need to help us by getting me to do get help with him. I didn’t mean to cause any distractions” He looked around the med-bay then back at you.

“Were you worried about me?” He smirked this time. Your eyes widen slightly and you grabbed the mask from his hands to put it back where it was, giggling nervously. “Of course I was worried, Loks”

Everything he just said kept repeating in your head and causing more confusion.

“What is going, Loki? What do you mean by us? There is no us.” You say as you start tidying up the area around you to distract you from whatever joke he is about to say.

“That is what I told him, he knows how I feel about mortals” He chuckled and jumped off the bed and walked towards you.

Right, you’re a mortal, how could you forget? He is a literal god, your feelings towards him will never change the fact that he only sees you as a ‘mortal’. Distracted by your own thoughts you didn’t see him standing behind you, waiting for you to notice, you swallow hard and turn around to face him.

There was a look on his face, like he knew something you didn’t. That look always captivated you, making you want to know more about him.

“But…” He looked down at you and messed with the buttons on your lab coat.

“But…?” You repeated his word back to him, earning a chuckle from him.

“But you’re not that kind of mortal to me, your soul is no mortal, your eyes have seen more from this world and your spirit speaks to me like it has been here longer than you have. When I speak of your kind, I don’t think of you like I think of them.” He smiled.

“Loki, I’m- I don’t understand-“

“You foolish mortal, I wish that you could understand what you do to me. I wish you could see how everyone thinks that there is an ‘us’” He whispered to you and slowly leaned his forehead against yours.

“But I thought-“

“You thought, wrong.” His eyes flickered down to your lips and that was when you understood what he meant by ‘get help’, you took his quick glances at your lips as a hint and kissed him. And ever since that day, you two have become more inseparable.

Distracted by your own memories, your feet lead you to where you are now, standing in front of a wooden door. You take a deep breath and knock on it. you wait a couple more seconds and the door opened.

“Y/n L/n.” He said as he smiled gently to you.

“Hello, Strange” You smile back to him as he moved aside to let you in.

#Loki Laufeyson #loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki x reader #loki odinson x reader #loki layfeyson x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki

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lapinbunwrites · 3 years

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Title: Party Mishaps

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates

Characters: Lilith, Odin, Laslow, Selena

Tags: Modern AU

Word Count: 1,659

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Lilith sighed as she leaned on the broom. She held out the broom, putting her free hand on her hip, and looked around at the spotless kitchen. She let out a little giggle, happy she was done way ahead of schedule. When she put her cleaning supplies, she was left her house, walking to her job. Lilith passed the front desk, walking pass all the desks, and stopping at an office of the far end of the room.

"Xander, sir," she said, happily, knocking on the door gently. "It's Lilith."

"Come in," he said, gruffly.

"Corrin told me a couple of days ago you needed extra help with something." She opened the door and standing in front of his desk. She looked around, not seeing really anything that he need help with. His office was tidy, no specs anywhere. "What...did you need help with?"

Xander placed his hand on his face and moving it downwards. Before he could say anything, his door bursted open.

"Ahoy there!" Odin yelled, being followed by Selena and Laslow. "Who do we have to help on this fine day?"

"I hate to ask this, but do you mind looking after these three as they set up for the company party," Xander sighed.

Everyone looked at her, she was pale as a ghost.

"Lilith, Lilith," Laslow said, waving his hand in front of her face.

She shook her head of her trance. "A-Are you sure this is a good idea having the three of them plan a company party?"

"Frankly, I had no say in it, they took command of if," he sighed.

"Heheh, we know how to make a party fun," Selena said, giggling. "We are party royalty."

"I don't think that's a thing," Lilith said, breathing heavily.

"Oh, don't be so dour," Odin reassured her, grabbing her arm. "Nothing goes awry when we are hosts!"

"I don't believe that." Lilith reached back to Xander, waving her hand, wanting him to grab it as she was dragged away.

As they walked around the city, Lilith held her arms together trying to stay calm through the whole thing.

"As ever, we can't have a dull party," Selena said, skipping forward and turning to face them. "We have to go bigger than we did last year."

"I highly doubt that you can." Lilith sighed, she didn't want a repeat of last year. "I'm still trying to figure out how you guys managed to release so many animals from the zoo."

"I'm still surprised your not still not paying for all of that," Laslow chuckled.

"Who says I'm not," she sighed.

Odin, Selena, and Laslow stood in silence. Man, they can't screw up again this year, but they still need to make it better than the last.

"Oho, I have an idea," Odin said after a few seconds of silence.

"It can't involve in a treasure hunt," Selena reminded him.

"We don't want another search party to find you again," Laslow sighed. "I'm still reeling over how you managed to get stuck in the hay stack."

"I don't want to be the one having to figure how to get you again," Lilith shook her head.

Odin let out a groan, visibly upset with his idea completely vetoed.

They kept on thinking as they kept on walking through the city, passing many, many shops, not coming up with any ideas. It wasn't until they passed a club when Selena snapped her fingers, coming up with a brilliant idea.

"What if we do an Ibiza," she said, snapping her fingers. "We can get all the alcohol, lasers everywhere, hire the best bands, have many, many games, and we can rent out the old castle at the end of town."

"No, absolutely not," Lilith vetoed right away. "Too expensive."

"What! No!"

Lilith glared at her until she caved in. There was no way she was going to explain to Xander why he has to fire so many people from their job because of Selena's expensive tastes. She then glared over to Laslow, who's mouth was open, which promptly closed, denying whatever gross idea that he had. She took one sigh and kept walking around, thinking of something else to do. It wasn't until they came across a small town theater when the idea hit them.

"A murder mystery," Odin, Selena, and Laslow said in unison.

"But how will it out do last years party," Lilith asked.

It became silent again.

"Make it as wild as we possibly can," Laslow said softly.

"Do you mean the story or the part itself?"

"Both?"

Lilith sighed. She didn't know why she asked that question. She was just hoping for something plain, nothing too exciting. Most people were expecting that as well. She knew if she didn't agree with this plan, something bad will happen. Lilith shook her head, she was wrong. She knew something bad was going to happen, she didn't want something worse to happen. Hopefully this was this the better option from whatever else they might have planned. Since the approval, they went from shop to shop, getting their supplies, and Lilith made sure that they weren't going over budget. She also made sure that they weren't side tracked, not like last year. She didn't want a repeat of last year.

When they got to a venue that they were able to book last minute, Odin, Selena, and Laslow set up while Lilith sent out emails. If she was lucky enough, no one would come. After everything was set up, Odin and Lilith worked on the script while Selena and Laslow worked on the food. When Lilith saw everyone poured into the venue, she took a deep breath and exhaled, she could only hope that everything went well. She helped Selena and Laslow serve some of the food only for everyone to be surprised minutes later with Laslow's 'death.'

"WHO HAD DONE IT," Odin yelled across the room.

Everyone plainly looked at the two men. Odin began to sweat as everyone slowly went back to eating their food. The only reason why the script didn't die down was Elise's loud giggling. She rushed around, helping Odin being a detective. The two walked around playing idiot and stumbling detectives, questioning everyone around, distracting everyone while Selena and Lilith dragged Laslow's 'dead' body out of the room. Selena rushed to a bathroom close to the dinning room, quickly changed into her costume and rushed back to the dinning room to play her part. Laslow on the other hand rushed to the kitchen to fill a vile full of water. He handed it off to Selena before he next part in the script, leaving it behind for the two detectives to find.

Lilith, in the background, started sniff something burning. She gasped, rushing towards the kitchen to find a fire. She started to freak out. She grabbed the fire extinguisher and tried to put out the fire. Hearing everyone's cheers and gasps as the show went on, did not relax her. After the fire was out, she rushed to find out that they had broken a tank full of fish. She rushed to clean up that mess only to find herself at another fish tank with a fire in it.

"How is that even possible," Lilith heaved.

Regardless, she still managed fix it. By the time she was done, the murder mystery was over and everyone had a great time. Everyone was out of the venue, making their way to the parking lot. The other three caught up with her to tell her the good news.

"My many thank yous, dear Lilith," Odin said, happily. "From the depths of my beating life force."

"Yes, thank you, this was a great party fantastic," Laslow said, giving Lilith a big hug.

"See, we didn't screw up this time," Selena groaned.

Lilith said nothing. They looked at her, she looked pale as a ghost.

"Fair Lilith," Odin said, very concerned, "are you feeling unwell?"

Laslow waved his hand in front of her face, hopefully getting a reaction out of her.

Selena just groaned.

Still nothing.

After a few more seconds, Lilith shacked her head, finally processing what Selena said.

"You screwed up a lot," she sighed.

"In what ways," Selena asked, gruffly.

"A fire was set in the kitchen because someone left a cloth next to a burner that was on. A fish tank was broken and a different fish tank had a fire in it," Lilith said, softly.

The three of them stood in silence, scratching their heads and fiddling with their fingers. They looked at her, surprised at her expression. She wasn't upset, she wasn't mad, she wasn't disappointed, she was just tired.

"You, you don't hate us?" Selena asked, dejectedly.

Lilith let out a sigh, opening her eyes to meet theirs. "No."

They were all confused.

"Honestly," Odin asked, puzzled.

"Yes, I don't hate you guys."

"After every party you were forced to help us with," Laslow asked.

"Yes, I still don't hate you."

The three looked at each other, very confused. They couldn't understand why she didn't hate them. They were even tempted to ask again, but she reassured them before they could.

"If you guys think you need to make something up," Lilith yawned, "you could clean the venue up. We can call that even if it makes you guys feel better."

"But of course," Laslow said in a loud, frantic voice. "We would be more than happy to do that!"

"Yes! We will clean it and make it spotless!" Odin chimed in.

"Yeah, yeah. What they said." Selena grunted.

Lilith smiled faintly. "Thank you."

She slowly left the building, leaving the three to clean up their mess and to fix whatever they broke in the process. It may have been a long night, but it wasn't a bad one. At least the guests had fun and at least she didn't have to clean up at the end of the night.

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I asked on tumblr for requests, and @tepig62900 had requested the FE Awakening/Fates trio. He asked the trio drag Lilith to a party and them wondering why she doesn't hate him. I hope this works!

If you wish for a request, please go here!

#my writing #fire emblem fates #fire emblem #lilith #odin #laslow #selena #sorry i meant to work on this yesterday #but boy was a i sick and being a little baby about it

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dontcallmecarrie · 5 years

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Are you planing on ever making By Dawns Early Light into a full blown story? ... And is Thanos an issue in this AU? I think you havent mentioned him in it so well, I wondered?

UMM. *looks over what I’ve got in that tag, and winces*

geez this thing’s longer than some of my actual fics, when did that happen?

Here’s the thing, though: this AU’s meant to be a writer’s-block-buster. Which, if the current evidence is anything to go by, has been a resounding success.

However.

As of right now it’s just that, a thought-and-snippet-writing exercise, because there’s a lot of things that’d need tweaking before I’d even consider posting it on AO3 [aka my inner perfectionist strikes again].

Again, this is mostly just me messing around with a fluffy tumblr-exclusive [for now, anyway] AU because this feels smaller stakes than if I were to round this up and make it into a full-out fic.

Also, in regards to the second part of your ask: not exactly. By Dawn’s Early Light is, at its core, a fairly fluffy self-indulgent AU, which for me is also code for ‘nobody dies if I can help it’ and ‘if the MCU can have a Gary Stu villain then I can do what I want, Deus Ex Machina-levels of fixits included’.

How? Simple. By nerfing the heck out of him, while also unfridging as many other moms as I can, with a side of I-have-yet-to-forgive-the-writers-for-pulling-this-bs-seriously-what-kind-of-writing-was-that.

Here’s how the entire Thanos situation would go down, in By Dawn’s Early Light (spoilers for a fic I have yet to write):

First, let’s take a step back, shall we? This is, among other things, a timeline-crunch AU. There’s a lot going down in a very compressed time frame [originally just because I wanted Howard to still be around just for Tony to be able to punch him, but now I’m invested in this so time go the full nine yards, buckle up everyone].

So. The entire situation around Maria Stark and Tony and Bucky’s been covered fairly well, but to sum up: when Howard turns out to be an abusive asshole of a husband, his wife smiles at him and promptly turns around and burns both SHIELD and Stark Industries, revealing HYDRA and Obadiah Stane’s double-dealing ahead of schedule [unintentional fixits ftw]. In the chaos, Bucky manages to escape and joins up with Maria and Tony as they go in hiding.

Ripple effect that didn’t get mentioned: Hank Pym sees this shit going down, realizes that the most famous missing child in the country is about the same age as his daughter, and decides to not aim to be Absentee Father of the Year. He ends up being a tad overprotective, sure, but is way more involved in his kid’s life and Hope Van Dyne grows up with at least one (1) parental figure in her life, so…there’s that.

Things happen, and the timeline for bringing Janet back gets moved up somehow, right around when the Avengers assemble.

Note to self: adjust part of Scott Lang’s origin story in this? Compare whistleblower laws of that time era, alt. entrance for him could be him somehow helping Tony hide because BDEL!Howard’s the type of petty and vindictive asshole who’d pull some strings if he found out this rando interfered with his search somehow.

Bonus for giving Scott and Hank something to commiserate about, later on, and would also have Tony and Co. feeling indebted to him [which would result in a lot of shiny prototypes and records being expunged, later on, probably]

…though that might be a bit much. Hmm.

Reason to bring Janet back: I do what I want also I think the MCU fridged moms because otherwise they’d be too powerful

Ripple effect that didn’t get mentioned, the second: since this is also the AU where moms get unfridged, Frigga’s going to be derailing the plot from her corner of the galaxy.

Also, since I finally watched Ragnarok but was a mythology nerd as a kid and have a passing knowledge of the comics, time to revamp how Hela fits into this universe.

Okay, she’s still murderous and powerful and ruthless.

Only, turns out there’s a very good reason for it: she was one of Loki’s students [iirc she’s his daughter in the myths, that’s the best I can come up with atm] before Odin saddled her with the thankless duty of being the watchkeeper of Asgard’s enemies and prisoners. As in, Odin just straight-up went ‘hey you look pretty talented, here, I now hold you responsible for this entire goddamn realm of assholes and creeps, if any get out we’re all screwed’.

Which is something Hela absolutely did not sign up for, but she’s now just about the only thing standing between said realm of undesirables and her home so she stays put […also maybe Odin sealed the only way back? Maybe? Idk].

It didn’t help that in the early days, these ruffians thought they could overpower her and escape to wreak havoc. So she had to kick everyone’s ass six ways to Sunday, until they finally accepted her as the head honcho of this dump and as someone Not To Be Fucked With.

Thus, why Hela’s known as the goddess of death and ruler of Helheim.

…and it’s also why she accidentally came to Thanos’ attention.

(Because why the hell not, as if her day wasn’t bad enough Odin you owe her big time—)

Thanos, of course, is in love with her carnage and seems to be the kind of guy who doesn’t take no for an answer. Hela just wants to be left the alone but can’t tell him to fuck off because if she did, she’d risk leaving her home open to attack from enemy agents, which is how we get the story behind why Thanos is known as the madman who courted death.

[Hela: fuck you and the horse you rode in on shoo you bastard and take your stupid flowers with you—]

Thanos was on one of his especially annoying ‘let me woo you with the ashes of this one civilization!’ kicks [Hela: ashes. How romantic. Not. Leave me alone already.] when some of the Dark Elves snuck out and killed Odin.

Hela…is only pissed she couldn’t have done it with her own two hands. Also slightly embarrassed that the Dark Elves escaped in the first place, and relieved that it was only Odin who’d kicked it because his wife had seemed pretty nice, the one time Hela’d seen the lady before she’d been drop-kicked to this hellhole.

Also— apparently she now can leave this place? Sayonara, bitches.

Thanos is very displeased when he doesn’t find her standing guard over Helheim when he returns.

Displeased enough to get creative, as far as courting gifts go, and think that if she didn’t like rings or jewelry, well, maybe this Lady Death would appreciate a shiny, fully-assembled Infinity Gauntlet instead.

well…let’s be honest, if it weren’t for his ‘don’t take no for an answer’ thing, you’d have to give the guy props for trying. Nothing says ‘I love you’ more than ‘here have this item of absolute cosmic power’, amirite? [just kidding]

Hela now has mixed feelings about Asgard. Before she was crowned Queen of This Dump, she’d been a student of magic, had been used to certain things. There’s quite an element of culture shock to be had, now that she’s back. It’s the first time she’s seen sunlight in thousands of years, and also there’s a lot of systemic changes going on now that some of Odin’s dirty secrets are coming out at last. Turns out she’s not the only one who’d been pressed into duty: some of Loki’s other students[/children in the myths] came back with stories of the same. Fenrir was apparently voluntold to be the guardian of the Reality Stone, Jormungandr had apparently been busy on Midgard […which now had a school of Mystic Arts? Pfft. Overachiever], and the more Hela thought about it the angrier she got.

Especially when it turns out that her teacher had been mocked for suffering a breakdown and was also tortured by the creep who’d been flirting with her for millennia [Everyone: wait what Hela: I am going to KILL THAT BASTARD NEXT TIME I SEE HIM].

However, thanks to Frigga being Frigga and having a crazy-high charisma stat, Hela is still mostly willing to play ball with everyone else on Asgard. Despite her not being happy with how ungrateful the general populace acted [oh, magic’s just ‘tricks’? Here, have a fireball TO THE FACE I FOUGHT MONSTERS WITH THESE TRICKS FOR MILLENNIA].

So when Thanos shows up again, he gets one-shotted by Hela, who’s very very pissy about her vacation being interrupted.

Because this planet has sunlight and hot chocolate and punk rock and she’s got centuries’ worth of time off and she is damn well going to enjoy it.

…aka why Thanos is a bit of a non-entity in this one. Again, fixits are the name of the game for this AU.

#I got an ask!#replies #Naught replies #By Dawn's Early Light #thinking aloud #My writing #behind the scenes mini fic #in which fixits happen #canon went screwy years back here's my attempt to fix it

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is-it-madness · 4 years

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My Glorious Purpose | Loki x OC Chapter 8

A/N: I know this chapter is basically a repeat, but c’mon, we needed Loki in on this!

Pairing: Loki x OC (Tera Digitalis)

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: Mentions of touching without consent

Chapter 8: Still Worthy

(Loki's POV)

I can not believe Odin decided to banish me to Midgard. I do not belong with those savages! But I had to accept my fate; once Odin made a decision, no one could sway him, not even Mother. Heimdall opened the Bifrost for Thor and I and we entered. We step out on the balcony of Stark Tower. Before I can head inside, Thor shoves me to the ground and places his hammer on my chest. I cry out indignantly.

"I will be right back," he says, practically skipping through the doors.

I lay there, waiting. I can hear Stark speaking on his contacting device with Romanoff. I'm not listening to what they were saying. I'm fuming with the fact Thor felt it a necessity to restrain me. As if I had anywhere else to go. My magic is reduced. I still have some, but definitely not enough to create a portal to escape this miserable planet.

I hear Thor say something in excitement. I begin listening in.

"Lady Tera! You are in this device as well? Splendid!"

"No wait, Thor! That button hangs-"

At the mention of the girl's name I begin to think of the last time I was on Midgard. It was after Thor and his companions had closed my portal, and had surrounded me. The girl had a wound to her head, it was bleeding profusely. I was appalled at the fact that they had allowed her to engage in combat. She's too young and untrained. Everyone else is either a super warrior or a highly trained assassin. But they still allowed her to fight. Unbelievable. Then the day at the park, when Thor was taking me back to Asgard. I was glaring at Romanoff, when she turned to Barton, whispering something. His smile irked me so I looked away, catching her eyes. She stared back at me until she blushed. I smile at the effect I had on her.

I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear her voice.

"‒just hung up with you Tony."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Hey Point Break, the rest of the team is here," I hear Stark telling her.

"Hi Thor!" I hear her telling him.

"Lady Tera! I have missed you a great deal!"

I hear her laughing at something. Even though I have Mjolnir on my chest, I am able to raise my head to see what is happening. I watch Thor spinning her around. Annoyed, I drop my head back down.

"Okay you two. Put her down before you destroy my building Thor."

I stop listening to what they were saying. Thinking about my brother and Tera. I wonder if he had feelings for her. She clearly enjoyed his presence. I quickly push the thought out of my head. Why should I care if he did?

I start listening again at the mention of my name.

"Making him live with those he tried to destroy."

I hear Stark coughing. "You're telling me Reindeer Games is coming back to Earth?"

"No." Thor replies solemnly.

Stark sighs, "Hallelujah."

"He's already here!"

The next thing I know, Thor is running towards me. I struggle, trying to get up before they can see me lying helplessly on the floor.

"Thor! Get your stupid, glorified hammer off me this instant!"

Thor laughs, as he removed the stupid thing off my chest. I stand and Thor removes the cuffs. I brush myself off, embarrassed they had seen me on the floor.

Stark steps forward. "Thor, you can't be serious! You expect us to- to babysit a homicidal murderer?"

I roll my eyes. Stark is so dramatic.

Thor clasped Stark's shoulder. "Not to worry Man of Iron. I will be here to watch over him."

Stark frowns and walks back inside, annoyed.

"We don't have a room for him Thor," Rogers reminds him.

"Not to worry Captain. He shall have Mjolnir's room."

"Mjolnir has a room?" I hear someone ask, laughing.

I'm too annoyed by my situation to realize that she is standing mere feet away. When I look at her, it takes everything in my power to hold my tongue.

She looks stunning. Her black dress fits her perfectly. Her makeup makes her eyes sparkle and stand out against the black. At the sound of her laugh, my heartbeat quickens. I realize I have been staring, and hoping no one has noticed, I quickly look away.

"Alright Thor, I don't think we can refuse this, so if Loki does anything, you are responsible," Rogers tells him.

"Of course." My so-called-brother responds, with a bow of his head.

"I'm standing right here you morons," They have the audacity to speak of me in such a way when I am standing in front of them?

"Come brother."

I turn up my nose. "I would rather stay out here."

"Just leave him Thor," Tera tells my brother. "You come inside, I want to tell you guys about my mission tonight."

Thor smiles at her when she takes his hand and they re-enter the building. I hear Tera telling them about her night. I stand in the shadows, not wanting anyone to see me listening. I notice she hesitates several times and I hear her think about which parts she wants to leave out. She's worried about what her team would think.

It's an hour later when she's done recounting her story. The men and Romanoff say they are heading off to bed, while Tera walks towards the kitchen. I hear Thor saying he is going to come fetch me. I cast an illusion of myself, pacing the balcony and I turn myself into a raven, perched on the ledge.

He steps outside. "Come brother," he says to my illusion. "I will show you to your new room."

My illusion rolls his eyes at Thor, but follows dutifully.

"Are you alright Lady Tera?" I hear Thor ask her, when he is back inside.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I'm fine Thor. Just relaxing."

"Alright then, I will see you in the morning. Goodnight!"

"Night Thor."

He walks down the hall to his room, with my double by his side.

I turn back into my Asgardian form and step into the shadows again.

I watch Tera slide off the counter, making her way back to her couch, munching on a biscuit.

I step out of the shadows. "Well, well. If it isn't the mortal child."

She opens her eyes.

"I thought you went to bed."

"Please. I just needed the oaf to think that," I pause, a silence fills the air. "You look lovely," I tell her.

"Thanks," she sounds suspicious of me.

I make my way across the living room and sit at the other end of the couch.

I decide to mess with her. She seems to be the only one who is willing to speak with me, the others merely ignore my presence, which I greatly appreciate. I want nothing to do with these mortals.

I smirk. "I don't think however, you dressed this way for me."

She glares in response. "No I didn't. I don't dress to please anyone. And besides, I saw you standing there, listening to my story."

"That is correct. But I believe that I am not the only one to avoid the truth."

"What are you talking about? I didn't avoid anything."

I shake my head. Did she forget the powers I possess? "I heard your thoughts. You felt it is necessary to leave parts of your story out. I am no fool. You left out information from the others."

"So what if I did?"

"Nothing," I reply airily. " I just want the full story."

She stands in anger. "Why do you care what he did to me?"

"So he did do something then?" I feel a smirk forming.

She slowly sits back down and hangs her head, staring at the ground.

"Yes," she whispers.

I scoot closer to her, debating if it is a good idea, if I should be making myself open to her.

"Do you wish to talk about it?"

She shakes her head, but I hear her think the opposite.

"Well which is it?"

She looks at me, and I am startled to see tears in her eyes. Whatever happened to her has affected her a great deal. I pity her. She looks away from me.

"Okay. I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone!"

"You have my word."

She takes a breath and starts.

"Well, when Nat left us, he took my face in his hands and started looking me over. I felt like a piece of meat displayed for him, to do as he pleased."

I clench my fists. How dare this mortal look at her in such a way?

"He started saying how I'm not like other girls," she continues. "He started saying that I didn't throw myself at him like all the other women did when he entered the room. He said I was playing hard to get and that he likes that. Then he grabbed my waist and pulled me to him and whispered in my ear that women who are like that 'taste the sweetest'."

I hear her voice catch in her throat, she struggles to keep speaking.

Her voice quiets to a whisper as she continues.

"I told him we should go somewhere private, so I can get him on my own and get the information from him. He took me by my hand and we went into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, he tried kissing me again, but I stopped him again."

Tears begin spilling down her cheeks. I want to take her in my arms, to comfort her, but I can't. She has been terribly violated by a man, feeling she had lost her worth. She doesn't need another one touching her.

"I told him if he wanted a kiss, he would have to do what I tell him to do. He then put both his hands on my waist. I tried to back out of his grasp, but I couldn't. He bent over to whisper into my ear again. He told me I taste divine, and I felt his lips placed at the base of my neck and I began to feel him trail his tongue upward toward my jaw."

At these words, I want to find that man. To make him suffer. Not kill him, no. There are much worse things than death.

"I couldn't take it anymore, so I made him think I would please him. I cuffed him to his chair and gagged him. Then I called Nat and Clint to come."

She looks up at me when she finishes, utterly broken.

I do the only thing I believe to be justifiable in this situation. I carefully wipe her tears.

She looks at me flabbergasted.

"It is not your fault, Tera."

She shakes her head. "Yes it is. I let him do that to me. I allowed it to happen. I gave up my dignity to him. He was enjoying himself, I knew it and yet I did nothing to stop him. I'm filthy, disgusting. I'm sick. I let this happen."

I take her hands in mine.

"Don't. Don't allow yourself to think of yourself in such a manner. You did what you needed to. This is not your fault. It will not make anyone think lower of you."

She gives me a hint of a smile

"Why don't you go to sleep? You need it."

She stands. "What about you?"

I wave my hand, standing as well. "I will find my way. It's not hard when your beacon is a snoring Thor."

She stands there. I feel remorseful. I wish there is something else I can do to convince her this is not her fault.

But before I can think of what to do, she does something that surprises me.

She throws her arms around my waist, embracing me.

"Thanks for not degrading me," she whispers. "And for listening."

She grabs her heels and hurries to retire. I stand there, rooted to the spot, and utterly confused. Why would she do that? She knows what I did to this city, what I had planned for Midgard, and yet she believes she has the right to display any sort of affection or thanks to me? Her reasoning must be impaired.

I head down the hall, towards the sound of Thor snoring. I enter the room next to him that has a name card; Mjolnir is written on it. I snort in disgust and rip it off. As soon as I walk in, I notice everything is red and gold. With a wave of my hand, I turn the red to green.

Much better.

I lay down on the bed but I'm unable to sleep; I'm livid. In Asgard, if a man ever touched a lady without her permission, the penalty was his hands, at least. We haven't had any incidents occur like that in Asgard for centuries. If anything ever happened to a lady, she would be seen as a hero, having to deal with something so low and dastardly. And yet, on Midgard, if this ever happens to a woman, it would be deemed as her fault. I do not understand the customs here on Midgard. They are so backwards.

And that fact that she felt like she had to thank me for not degrading her? As if this were her fault? I do not understand how mortals believed it is the female who is at fault. It's baffling.

I slowly drift off into a dreamless sleep, seeing Tera's eyes filled with tears, burned into my eyelids.

Part 9

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shooting-stars01 · 4 years

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Temptations of Time (Pt.5)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

A/N: Hello everyone! This week has been crazy for me. I am currently sick so this chapter took longer to put together than I thought it would. I apologize if there are any mistakes that I didn’t catch. I promise that the next chapter will have more “steamy” moments. As with the other chapters, this is not canon, just a story I created using characters from the MCU. Hope you enjoy!

Synopsis: You were taken from your home when you were too little to remember the truth. You are the last surviving royal from your home, and in an attempt to continue the royal bloodline of your family, Odin, King of Asgard, arranges a marriage between you and his son Thor. Despite this, over the years, you have culminated a friendship w/ his brother Loki, and though you are promised to Thor, you long for something more between you and his mysterious brother.

Pairing: Loki X Reader/ A little Thor X Reader

Chapter: 5/?

Words: 4.1K

Warnings: Arranged Marriage, a little smut ( I will put an asterisk [*] when the smut begins and ends so that those who wish to skip it may)

“I felt the cold settle in my bones, fearing for the worst, that Loki would never speak to me again, that it was over, but as I sat down at the table and began to eat, a heated determination began to settle within me. Two could play at his game. He wanted to be stubborn, well so could I.”

I awoke to the feeling of heat against my skin, the light from the sun cascading down through the open window and landing on the length of my side. It was calming and I felt lethargic, wanting nothing more than to bask in the sunlight with Loki by my side. He was still asleep, his face peaceful and angelic. His hair splayed out underneath his head and I ran my fingers through it, enjoying seeing him without his usual facade. I leaned over and pressed a light kiss to his forehead and moved my lips to ghost over his. His eyes fluttered open, still adjusting to the bright light and I lowered my head back down to the pillow, waiting for him to wake up completely.

I wanted to stay like this forever, basking in the afterglow of the most perfect night I ever had, but I needed to leave soon. My maid would be coming back to my room any minute if she hadn’t gone in for the morning already, and if I wasn’t there, I wasn’t sure I would be able to come up with a good enough lie as to where I had been. Loki would be perfect in helping me come up with something clever to say. He always handled such situations with an elegance that was both mesmerizing and terrifying at the same time.

“It’s time for me to head back now.” I lay my head on his chest, holding him close, not ready to say goodbye just yet.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way.” He ran his hands through my hair, pulling out some of the knots that formed during the night.

“Me too.” I didn’t know what else to say. I was helpless against my own fate, unable to fight destiny, and it was my fault that Loki had been caught up in the mess. In a few weeks, I would be married to his brother, and though I wanted whatever ‘this’ was with Loki to continue, I didn’t know if I had it in me to go behind Thor’s back. Technically, I was doing the same thing now, but it was different. Thor and I weren’t married yet. I hadn’t made a vow to him, but when I did, I knew it was bound to change everything between Loki and me. Would he constantly be angry I was married to his brother? Would he be able to look at me the same? These questions haunted me now in the aftermath of what we had done, but nothing had ever felt more right, more perfect than his arms wrapped around me, his mouth on mine, his fingers inside me. Loki and I were made for each other, but this whole marriage thing was in the way of that and all we could do was sit back and spend what time we could together, waiting for the inevitable to happen.

I lifted myself from Loki’s side, using my elbows to help prop myself up from the bed. I let the sheets slip away from my naked form, allowing the sun to dance on my bare skin, the warmth making me feel sleepy once again. I entertained the idea of staying, of letting Odin find me here in bed with the son whom he had grown to resent. It thrilled me and I found a feeling of wetness growing between my legs. As if Loki could read my mind, he maneuvered his way on top of me and placed his lips on mine. At some point in the night he must have removed all his clothes and his bare skin on mine felt like heaven. Last night I had been denied access to almost all of him, only being allowed to explore his chest, but I would take advantage of this morning to prove my love, my desire, my devotion. With all the strength I could muster, I caught Loki off guard and flipped him over so that I was on top of him. He let out a gasp of surprise and I used the opportunity to slip my tongue into his mouth. When he regained his bearings, the fight for dominance began. This time, I did not give in as easily as I had the night before. He seemed unwilling to give up and I eventually broke away, needing to take a moment to breathe. He seemed rather pleased with himself and it was at that moment it became my sole purpose to wipe the smug grin off his face. I began to move my way down his body, tracing the path with small kisses. His eyes grew wider as he realized what I was about to do. When I finally reached his manhood, I saw in the daylight how truly large it was for the first time. I felt the slick wetness sliding between my thighs as I imagined all the different ways he could take me.

I took his member in my hand, not entirely sure what I was doing, but I knew I was doing something right when I placed a soft kiss on the tip and his eyes fluttered back into his head. I moved my mouth, attempting to take as much of him in as I could, and placed my hands around what I couldn’t fit. I moved up and down his length, drawing out the pace, wanting to tease him as he had done with me the night before. I could feel myself growing more and more aroused with each stutter and moan that left his perfect mouth.

He soon grew frustrated with my slow pace and gripped my hair in his hands, encouraging me to move faster. I felt I had teased him long enough and decided to oblige, wanting to see and hear him as he came. I sped up my actions, doing my best to take as much of him into my mouth as I could as he steadily began to lose control. It took only a few more seconds before he fell over the edge, moaning out and cumming into my mouth. I swallowed, not wanting to leave behind any evidence of our encounter. I removed myself from him, laying back on the bed beside him. He moved his hand over my breast and began to massage it, attempting to pay me back for the pleasure I had given him, and as much as I wanted to stay, we had already pushed our luck a great amount. I placed my hand on top of his, brought it to my lips and kissed it before placing it on the bed. I turned so I was facing him in the bed and looking into his eyes, I had all but decided this was how I wanted to wake up every morning, but I knew I had to face reality eventually. I pulled him into a soft kiss, taking the time to memorize everything about it from the way his mouth tasted to the way his lips were a touch cold, creating a wonderful contrast on my heated skin.

I pushed myself from the bed and retrieved my nightgown which had been tossed into a corner of the room in the heat of last night.

“I don’t want you to go.” He pleaded with the saddest eyes I had ever seen.

“I don’t want to go either, but we both know I have to.”

“We could just run away together, find some far off place.” He was practically begging.

“Yes, I’m sure that would go over quite well... Please, can we not ruin the moment? I just want this feeling to last a little longer...okay?”

“Okay.” He looked somber, resigned. I knew he wanted to fight me on this, to find some way for us to be together away from all this mess, but I didn’t want to think about it at the moment. We could wish all we wanted, talk about it all we wanted, plan to get away all we wanted, but nothing was going to change the fact that I was promised to his brother. I might have agreed to run away, but I needed this alliance, my people needed this alliance. My home had been in a state of weakness for so long after the rebellion which claimed my parent’s lives, and almost mine, and the only thing keeping my people and my home safe was this very marriage. Without it, my home would collapse into nothing. I would not turn my back on my people no matter how I personally felt about the marriage.

“I promise we’ll be together again soon. We’ll find a way.” I wanted to leave it on a hopeful note. I wanted to believe what I said, but as I said the words, I felt they held no truth and it seemed that even Loki didn’t believe it either, but he gave me a small smile, the glimmer in his eyes steadily returning.

I opened the door of his room and before stepping out, blew him one last kiss and quickly shut the door behind me.

I could tell it was still early in the morning by the angle of the shadows cast throughout the hallway. Perhaps, if I hurried, I could make it back to my room before my maid got there. I scurried throughout the corridors as fast as I could, trying to make myself as invisible as possible. When I reached my room without bumping into anyone, a great weight was lifted off my shoulders and I entered, hoping nothing had been disturbed. I found the curtains were still closed and nothing had been set out of place, which meant my maid had not yet entered. I let out a sigh of relief. I was in the clear.

I practically threw myself on the bed, feeling the stress slowly melt away into the darkness of the room, the smell of lavender calming my nerves. I felt tired, both from the stress of coming back to my room and from not getting much sleep. I found within a few minutes of laying on the bed, I began to fall back to sleep, that was until my maid burst into the room, startling me from my blissful haze.

“Morning M’lady.” She moved to draw back the curtain, allowing the sun to cascade through the window and fall right into my tired eyes. Shielding them from the sun, I struggled to pick myself off the bed and move to sit in front of the vanity mirror. My maid came up behind me and began to brush my hair.

I grew bored of the silence quickly and hoped starting a conversation with my maid would be an easy way to keep from falling back to sleep.

“Do you ever wish you could do something else?”

“M’lady?” She looked entirely taken aback by my question, as though it were some kind of trap.

“Just a bit of light conversation.”

“Oh.”

“So do you?”

“No M’lady. My service is to the King and his royal family.” I wasn’t sure if she was saying what she thought I wanted to hear or if she had been trained to respond that way. I could tell by the stiffness in her voice she didn’t mean what she said and I wondered if she had spoken the truth what her answer would have been. I wished to have her as a friend, not just some poor girl who dressed and bathed me. I craved some other sort of companionship in this castle, someone who I could trust and confide in. I needed someone whom I could talk to but it seemed I had been looking in the wrong place. Of course my maid could never see me as a friend.

When my maid was done prepping my hair and face for the day, she moved to the closet and retrieved a dress for the day. It was a beautiful green and reminded me of the color of Loki’s bedsheets. My cheeks flushed at the thought of his bed and I had to suppress a smile. I was dressed quickly and left to go to the dining hall for breakfast, looking forward to getting something to eat. I was absolutely starving.

When I walked into the dining hall, I was met with a smiling Thor and a gloomy looking Loki. I had been expecting Loki to look at least a bit happier after the night we had and I felt my joy fade a little, becoming a bit more unsure of the situation. Had he resigned to thinking our situation was hopeless and had decided to give up? I felt my stomach drop at the thought, knowing that no matter what happened, I never wanted him to give up on us. I suppose it wasn’t fair of me to expect him to wait around for something that may never come, but my heart longed for him, longed for him to long for me. I wanted to be desired by him, to drive him crazy by the simple thought of me.

Thor greeted me by taking my hand in his and kissing the top of it lightly. I smiled at him, wanting to appear as polite as possible, after all, I had acted so strangely the night before at dinner. I didn’t want to let on that anything out of the ordinary was happening.

“How are you today Lady y/n?” Thor pushed my seat in after I sat down, being as gentlemanly as possible.

“Quite well. And you, your Grace?”

“The same.” His grin seemed to grow even wider which I didn’t think was possible; his charm practically tangible at this point and I found the tension I felt upon arriving slowly melt away.

I risked a quick glance towards Loki, hoping to catch his eye, to find some sort of assurance from him that things were still fine between us, but he was busy staring down at his plate. His demeanor made me feel strange and empty. The contrast between how we had been together this morning, happy and light, in love, to how we were now, isolated, not allowed to show any sort of connection, left me feeling uneasy. I didn’t know if I could continue on like this, sitting together, but somehow separated.

“So Lady y/n... I was thinking that perhaps today we could visit the lake together.” Thor, ever so polite. I saw Loki from the corner of my eye, his hands gripping the underside of the table attempting to control the angry shake in his hands. I didn’t want to upset him, but I couldn’t turn down his brother. Thor was a prince and not just any prince, he was next in line for the throne and my fiance. I did not have a choice in the matter. It was expected of me to follow and so I did.

“That sounds lovely.” I feigned a smile and to end the conversation, I took a bite out of my food. When Thor began a conversation with his mother and father over some detail in the wedding and those at the table became fairly distracted, I, as stealthily as possible, stretched my hand over to Loki and took his hand in mine, attempting to reassure him that nothing had changed between us and nothing would happen between his brother and me. It was a silent promise. His hand clamped down over mine and though we couldn’t look at each other or speak to acknowledge the moment, it felt special and I felt comfortable in the bond we had.

Breakfast ended quicker than I wanted. I was not eager to begin my day with Thor, not because I didn’t enjoy his company, but out of the fear it would destroy the progress I made with Loki. At the breakfast table I felt how fragile the string was which held us together and I didn’t want to go back to the way we were before. I think it would kill me to pretend as if nothing happened between us. Last night would be burned into my memory for eternity and nothing made me happier than the feelings of comfort that thought brought.

Loki was the first to excuse himself from the table, leaving without a single glance in my direction. I tried to convince myself it didn’t mean anything, that he was just trying to make it appear as it always had been between us, no affection, no affiliation. I was sure it was nothing, but that didn’t stop my brain from thinking of all the worst possible things. I was ripped out of these thoughts when Thor got up from the table too. He pulled out my chair for me and held out his hand, helping me to stand. We said our goodbyes to the King and Queen and then he led me out of the dining hall and into the halls of the castle. The sun cast beautiful shadows into the halls, making the palace seem even grander than it already was.

“What exactly are we going to be doing at the lake today?”

“Well, that is a surprise.”

“A surprise?” I was not one for surprises. I had been kept in the dark for so long in Asgard and for too long forced to deal with the deception in court, so the idea of a surprise did not arouse feelings of excitement in me. Thor could sense my apprehension and moved to grab my hand in an attempt to reassure me.

“It’s nothing bad. I promise...nothing too grand, just a nice day to get away from all ‘this.’” He gestured to the palace. I never thought about how much all this political stuff must take a toll on him. This whole time I imagined he thrived on it, that it was like second nature to him the way it was to his father. It was one of the reasons I never sought further connection with him, I felt his love for the palace and the people in it separated us beyond reconciliation. It was refreshing to see this side of him and I wondered if his father hadn’t encouraged the separation between him and Loki if they would get along better than they thought.

When we reached the lake, I was taken aback by its beauty. I wasn’t allowed to wander this far away from the castle usually so I had never seen the lake before. There were many moments in the castle when I often thought about the many things on Asgard I had been denied to see because of my position, but never before had the extent of my captivity and what exactly I had been missing out on hit me so hard

“Do you like it?”

“It’s very nice.” I wanted to appear reserved in my reaction. I didn’t want to give Thor the false impression this would be a successful attempt at the two of us growing closer.

“Are you going to tell me now what our day has in store?”

“Ah yes!” His face lit up with excitement. “I was thinking we could take a boat out on the lake and have lunch.”

“But we just ate breakfast.”

“Well, I thought we could do some paddling first. Takes a lot more energy than you would think. I guarantee you’ll be starving in no time.” He was so cheerful and I suppose I let it get to me a bit. I felt drunk off his enthusiasm and was rather excited to begin our day on the lake. Perhaps I had been too callous and cold in my approach to this. Just because I was having a good time and making a connection with Thor didn’t mean anything had to grow into something more or change between Loki and me.

We walked towards a small boat that was stationed near a tree at the bank of the river. It looked rickety and I was not too eager to step onto it. Thor climbed into the boat first and then offered his hand to me, steadying us and I stepped in. It was a rocky ordeal as I tried to find my balance and eventually settled into the seat, still feeling unsteady. He pushed off of the shore with the oars and we began to drift off into the water.

“It’s rather beautiful outside today.” He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to respond, hoping I would end the awkward silence.

“Please tell me you didn’t drag me all the way out here so we could talk about the weather.”

“No, of course not. We can talk about other things like…” He paused for a moment, trying to come up with something interesting to say.

“Why don’t we start with something simple. You could ask me what I like best about Asgard or something like that.” He smiled and nodded his head.

“What do you like best about Asgard?” I let a weak smile overtake my face.

“Well, I like the gardens, love the gardens actually. And the royal library is fascinating. Some of the books are even older than Asgard, gathered from all across the universe.”

What’s your favorite kind of book to read?”

“I love reading books about my home. I was too young when I was taken to remember much from it. Reading about my traditions and cultures, the life I would have had if the rebellion hadn’t started, I don’t know, in some ways it gives me a sense of comfort.” I leaned back against the seat of the boat, not knowing how Thor would respond to my answer.

“I’m sorry about what happened. Sometimes I forget the reason you’re here, what the rebellion did to you, your family.” I tried to avoid his gaze, not wanting him to see the vulnerability in my eyes.

“Yea. So what about you? What’s your favorite kind of book?”

“Oh. Well, I don’t really have much time for reading. I’m mostly dealing with my father and issues of the court.”

“I’m sorry.” His eyes seemed glazed over.

“No, it’s fine. It’s what I was born to do.”

“Yes, but don’t you ever wish you could do something else?” He looked up and stared directly into my eyes. It was a piercing gaze and I felt as though he could read every thought I ever had.

“Yes.”

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The day had been truly wonderful. We talked about so many things. I had started off the day wanting a friend in which I could confide in, find some sort of companionship, and now I believed I had found it in Thor. Granted, I couldn’t tell him everything, but I felt like I understood him and he understood me. We made it back to the castle just as the sun was about to descend behind the last hill. We walked towards the entrance to the dining hall at a hurried pace, past the point of starving and practically jumping at the thought of food.

Just outside the door, right as we were about to enter, Thor gently put his hand against my arm causing me to stop.

“I just wanted to let you know I had a really great time today.” he gave me his big smile which I had grown so accustomed to.

“I did too.” He looked relieved.

I was about to turn to walk into the dining hall when Thor leaned down and placed his lips on mine. I was caught entirely by surprise. In all the ways I had imagined today going, I had not pictured this.

It was a simple quick peck, nothing invasive and I figured nothing could be wrong with that, but I immediately realized my mistake in thinking so when I turned and saw Loki standing a few paces back. Thor turned around to see his brother and greeted him with a large grin, not knowing how deeply Loki had been affected by what he happened to witness. Loki began to move towards the two of us and I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise and goosebumps begin to break out on my skin. When Loki reached us, Thor gave him a quick slap on the back and then opened the doors, walking into the dining hall where the King and Queen were already waiting. I tried to grab Loki’s hand or even just catch his gaze before he entered the room, hoping to show with my gestures that the kiss was not my doing, but he walked past me, leaving a wide space between us, avoiding my eyes at all costs. I felt the cold settle in my bones, fearing for the worst, that Loki would never speak to me again, that it was over, but as I sat down at the table and began to eat, a heated determination began to settle within me. Two could play at his game. He wanted to be stubborn, well so could I.

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mareebird · 4 years

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200 Followers Fics

This is the first of the two fics I wrote by request, celebrating my reaching 200 Followers.

This one came from @larrness who said: “ I’d be interested read a Loki-centric fanfiction, his musings while on the Asgardian ship enroute to earth prior to infinity war.”

And here you are…

Title: Reasonable Doubts

Words: 2179

Summary: Loki wanders aboard the Statesman and ponders the nature of belonging.

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It was either very late or very early. The darkness of space always transformed time into something nebulous. Loki only knew that he was exhausted. Call it a nap or a night’s rest, all he wanted was sleep, yet it eluded him like a child playing games.

He sat up in his bed.

Though of course, it was not his bed at all. It was more or less a military cot, not remotely comfortable, somehow both springy and worn down. The mattress had a nasty smell, too, a smell which Loki was loathe to attempt to identify. It may have been located in the Captain’s Quarters, it may have even been the bed of the Grandmaster himself, but the era of the Statesman had come and gone and the ship had not seen care for a long time.

But it was not the quality of his bed that kept him awake.

Loki scrubbed his face with his hands. If sleep would not come then he would not waste his time. There was probably something that needed to be done, somewhere. Really, there were so many things to be done that it was almost scandalous that he should attempt to sleep at all. Thor certainly was not in bed, even though it was Thor who had essentially ordered him to get some sleep. They were supposed to be taking shifts. Brothers, attempting to rule a fallen kingdom: King Thor and Prince Loki.

He got out of bed and down on his knees, searching beneath the mattress for his boots

A month ago, it was he who was King. Loki was doing his best not to dwell on that fact. It felt selfish, in a post-Ragnarok existence. And in truth, it had never been he on the Throne, not really. It may have been his mind guiding Asgard, his calm hand upon the steering mechanism, but it was not as though anyone suspected Odin had been quietly deposed. His subjects had no reason to question the status quo while everything was rolling so smoothly along. They saw a good ruler and allowed him to rule and everything was fine until Thor came back, assessed the situation in minutes, deemed it unworthy and threatened to smash in Loki’s face with that damned hammer!

All right, he was still bitter. It hurt like a bilgesnipe’s teeth.

But too many things had happened since then and Loki was not the same as he was before his journey into Sakaar. Neither was Thor, by all appearances. It was time to think about matters, about everything…quite differently.

Asgard did not need a King at present, it needed hope, and Loki felt oddly in tune with his people. He, too, needed hope. The path before him was unmapped. Reason seemed to have gone out the window, because reason dictated that it would have been wiser to thumb his nose as his brother and take the Statesman into deep space while he was still the only Captain aboard, and start over somewhere else.

But something had guided him to the Bifrost instead, something wholly unreasonable. How strange it was to feel so foolish and yet not able to convince himself to turn back.

Loki’s boots were on now. He stepped into the corridor, looking left and right down identical paths of doors, hissing pipes, and computer consoles. He was fairly certain Thor had turned right as he left the quarters, so Loki went right, as well. His brother would not be difficult to track down.

It must have been nighttime on Asgard. Most of the people he passed seemed to be asleep, or if they were not, their brows bore the same frustration that sleep eluded them as it had him. Still, it was almost peaceful, in the sense that all quiet places were inherently peaceful.

Except for the fact that everyone was strewn about and piled high. The ship’s cabins were still being cleared and cleaned. This was a Sakarrian vessel, after all. They could not very well pack battle-weary Asgardian families into rooms strewn with sexual devices and rotting food – and sometimes it was difficult to tell the difference.

Heads turned as he passed, winding his way deeper into the ship. Loki wondered what they thought of him. They might offer a brief smile or a flash of surprise, or concern, but there was no guessing what was actually going on inside their heads. Did they fear him? Were they angry that he had concealed himself as Odin for so many years? Or had all his sins been forgiven the moment he arrived at the edge of the Bifrost?

Loki shivered.

Where had Thor gone? Heimdall was aboard, surely he could see Loki conducting his search, trodding in circles. The Statesman was a maze. Loki turned down an empty corridor and his footsteps began to echo. The sounds rattled in his skull.

His brain was a maze, too. His thoughts ran ahead of him, searching for some semblance of reason. Why was he doing this? No one truly cared if he was here or not. Thor was right, he ought to have stayed on Sakaar. He may not have been a King there either, but he had the makings of a comfortable life.

Norns, had it come to this? Wondering if his brother had a point?

He stumbled into the Mess Hall.

There was no sign of Thor or his associates. The scattered few in the cavernous room looked up from their food, blinked a few times, and went back to eating. Hunger had a habit of placing everyone on the same level, the prince alongside the commoner, and Loki realized then that he could not recall the last time he had eaten.

Minutes later, he sat at the center of a long bench with a hot bowl of salty reconstituted noodles. It was almost the worst thing he had ever eaten. But good or bad, one thing the ship had plenty of was rations. There was enough food to sustain them for weeks, which either spoke of the gluttony of Sakaar or the fall of Asgard, or both.

He was half-way through his meal when a young man entered, alone. Loki noticed him as he tripped over a broken tile in the entryway. He was hardly out of boyhood, with long dark hair and haunted eyes. Loki’s heart gave a not so gentle squeeze at the sight of him, dirty and clearly famished, and vaguely resembling himself.

The lad went to one of the meal dispensaries and then, of all places, chose to sit at the same table Loki occupied. It was a long table, of course, and the boy was several meters away, but there were so many empty places, that to sit so close to a stranger, no less than the Prince, was enough to make everyone in the Hall raise their eyes. Some appeared genuinely nervous as Loki took stock.

But in the lad’s defence, he seemed dazed. Loki stared, sincerely concerned, until he was noticed.

The lad went white and rose clumsily to his feet, and Loki remembered how intense his stare could be.

“Norns! Sorry, sir! Your Highness, I mean. Royal Highness. Sorry.”

Loki cut him off with a wave of his hand, gesturing that he ought to sit back down. “It’s fine. Finish your meal. You’re all right?”

He quickly plopped himself back down, with the air of following orders. “Yes, Your Royal Highness. I’m all right. I wasn’t paying attention.”

Loki nodded. The lad seemed whole, if a bit skittish. He turned back to his noodles.

He could feel the lad’s eyes linger on him.

Loki lifted a forkful to his lips. “Tastes terrible, doesn’t it? I didn’t know salt was a flavor.”

“It could be worse,” said the lad, as he took a bite of whatever he had thawed and pretended he had not been staring. “Not much worse, though.”

Loki chuckled.

For a while, they ate. It might have been the end of their interaction then and there, if not for the lad suddenly clearing his throat. “Thank you for rescuing us today.”

“Oh,” said Loki, a bit shocked. “You’re welcome, I suppose.” Really, what could one say?

“I was close to where you landed,” he went on. “I saw you come out of the smoke.”

Loki offered a cringe of a smile. “Yes, well, I do enjoy making an entrance whenever possible.”

“Where did you come from? I keep hearing that this ship is from a strange place. And there are people here who aren’t Asgardian.”

“Oh, you have no idea just how strange. Imagine the strangest place in the universe and then turn that world completely upside down.”

The lad thought for a moment. “Wouldn’t that make it normal again?”

Loki blinked. Clever child. He wagged his finger. “You have me there.”

The lad cracked a pleased grin, showing off dimples in his cheeks.

But Loki hardly noticed them. What he did see, as the light shifted over his broad smile, were the trails of tears. The dust of the battle was still caked upon his face, but not where crying had washed it away.

Well, shit….

Loki chewed his lip and thought.

He cleared his throat and beckoned that the lad ought to bring himself closer, keeping his smile firmly in place, as though he had not noticed anything amiss. The lad obeyed, picking up his awful-looking meal and carrying it to sit before his Prince.

“So we aren’t shouting at each other down the table,” said Loki.

“Oh.”

“Unless you would rather eat by yourself.”

The smile on the lad’s face flickered. “No, I… I don’t mind the company. If you don’t, that is.”

“I would not have called you over if I did.” Loki chewed and swallowed. “I was looking for my brother, but I couldn’t find him, believe it or not. He’s almost impossible to miss. I think he might be playing a game with me.”

The lad giggled. “I can’t picture him hiding anywhere.”

“Neither can I. And yet, I cannot find him. It’s very frustrating.” Loki paused. “And to be honest, I get worried when I can’t find him.”

“Worried?”

“Worried that he’s up to no good.” Loki grinned. “Though, will all due respect toward myself, people say the same of me.”

The lad pressed his lips together.

Loki lifted an eyebrow. “Not going to comment on that?”

He shook his head vigorously.

“Smart boy.”

The lad picked up his fork and gave his grayish food a few pokes before releasing a sigh. “You saved our lives, Your Royal Highness. That’s enough for me.”

Loki thought he might choke, the way his throat seized. He glanced down at his own bowl, knowing he would not be able to swallow anything until the sensation passed. “Yes, well… I regret that I was not able to save more of us. Our numbers are… They are much diminished.”

The lad nodded. He did not lift his eyes.

Loki scratched the stubble along his jaw. He had to ask. He had to know, though he did not understand just what it was that pushed him so. Reason dictated he ought not count even himself among the Asgradians, reason dictated he ought not risk caring.

But he could not help but care. Frankly, he had always been very bad at not caring.

“You lost someone, didn’t you?” asked Loki.

“I…lost everyone,” the lad murmured, and for the first time, he sounded like the child that he was.

“I’m sorry,” said Loki. He swallowed. “I’m sorry, because I know what that is like.”

The lad raised his face and revealed the tears he had been concealing.

Loki took a breath and held it for a moment. “Life has a way of calling us to be stronger than we think is possible.”

The lad nodded.

“You’re here all alone?” asked Loki.

“Yes.”

Loki nodded. “What’s your name?”

“Ivor.”

“Ivor,” he repeated. “Ivor, you may call me Loki.”

The lad scrubbed at his face, wiping away the tears and some of the dirt, but none of his surprise. “Really?”

“Yes. I may be the Prince, I may have even briefly been your King, but I’m not really any of those things anymore. I’m just Loki, now.”

“…I don’t know what to say.”

“All you have to do right this moment is eat your dinner,” he said, “Terrible as it is. And then you can come along and help me track down my brother.”

“All right,” said Ivor.

“And we’ll find people for you to room with. Others who have lost everyone, people who need friends. Our lives, all of them, are going to be completely different now, but that only means we’re all more or less the same.”

“T-Thank you, Your Royal– I mean, Loki.”

“Eat up. The faster we eat, the sooner we’re done eating this.”

Ivor laughed.

And His Royal Highness of Asgard, Loki, beyond reason, knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be, whether he belonged there or not.

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nancywheelxr · 4 years

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Hello, I read doors open like arms and I absolutely loved it! It was the first time I read a fanfic where Hela was not just a stereotypical villain, but her reasons were somewhat explained, which was great. Also, the Loki-Thor dynamic is amazing, really realistic (to me) and great to read. There is just one problem, though... Now I got invested in your story and I desperately need continuation, does Hela attack, maybe she joins brothers against Thanos... Pretty please?

Hey there, thank you so much! I loved writing that fic and hearing this is seriously making my whole week, anon! I do plan to write more of it, ideally fixing the whole Infinity War-Endgame mess, so maybe subscribe to that fic on AO3 to keep an eye out for updates, but while I hammer out the details of that, here is a small interlude of what happens next:

Odin's funeral comes and goes like the flaming arrow that lights up his boat: swiftly and with a blazing streak across the skies that remains burned into Loki's eyelids long after the after images should have faded.

The hollowness that sits hungrily on his chest follows its lead, clawing behind his ribs and demanding his attention.

In any case, it's on his nature to be contrary, so Loki firmly ignores it and pointedly does not try to untangle the knot of emotions that weighs him down. Instead, he chooses to focus on another absence at the dinner table.

"Now," he says, staring at the murals they have not yet decided what to do with– painting over them feels wrong, but leaving them in the open feels just as upsetting. Loki has half a mind to demolish the whole thing. "This is just getting ridiculous."

"Maybe she hasn't noticed yet," Thor murmurs beside him, quieter than Loki's ever heard him. "Maybe she thinks he still lives."

“You don’t believe that,” he scoffs.

“You don’t believe that,” replies Thor, sullenly. It’s been five minutes since they’ve last encountered some nobleman or other seeking either pointless answers or having some entirely uninteresting news to report. Loki is beginning to grow suspicious; in his time on the throne, five minutes of solitude had been a rare blessing.

“It doesn’t matter what I believe in,” Loki waves him off, glancing away from these dreadful paintings. His stomach rolls unpleasantly. “This will not fix itself and neither of us has been to see her in days.”

Thor bristles. “Father has–”

The words die on his throat, halted with a crushing grief that Loki wants to be about as far away as possible. Thor’s sentimentality has a way of catching. And yet, he finds himself foolishly rooted to the floor. “I know,” he says, voice unwillingly softer, “I know, I don’t mean it accusingly. But we need to deal with Hela, sooner rather than later.”

With a weary sigh, Thor drags a hand across his face. “Something also needs to be done about these murals, I hate the sight of them,” he shakes his head as if that could dispel all the wrong that seems to have settled over their lives as of late. “No matter! This shall wait while we pay our sister a long overdue visit!”

Long overdue might be a little exaggerated, but at least Thor has seen the wisdom on his suggestion. Allowing Hela to stew on her own, to make her plans with only her half of the story, well– they all saw how that turned out for him in the past. For everyone, in fact, and–

“My king,” a servant bows demurely, looking nervously between the two of them, and Loki has seen enough of this to know the Bifrost will be carrying only one of them today. “Lord Asmund has asked for your counsel over a disagreement among the Council.”

“I– thank you,” Thor says, clearing his throat, “but I’m afraid I’m far too busy at the moment, tell the Council I’ll be with them shortly, as soon as I have returned.”

The itch to smack his brother across the head is great, but somehow, Loki finds it in himself to wait until the servant has scurred away. Too dangerous to do anything undermining to his brother’s rule so soon into his regency. “Don’t be daft,” he rolls his eyes, scowls, “you can’t afford to slight your Council this early, especially considering the current affronts you’ve made against their wishes.”

“What,” it brings him up short and Loki raises one eyebrow, unimpressed, spreads his hands as if to gesture himself.

“Do you truly think they want me here, brother?” He sighs, “they will not be happy about Hela either. In fact, it would be in your best interests to exile the two us before the whole court sees you taking in yet another monster.”

The smack across his head comes as a shocking surprise. “Have you lost your mind? Or perhaps you wish to lose that hand?!”

“I will tolerate no insults to my family,” Thor replies calmly, smugly, “much less coming from my family.”

Loki glowers, far too much happening for him to keep track. That, too, he ignores violently. Instead, he focuses on his irritation. “You’re a fool and I will remind you I warned you now when this inevitably leads to disaster.”

Thor laughs. “Of course you will, brother. Now, let’s go see our sister.”

“No,” he says, haughtily pushing him towards the hallway the servant had disappeared back into, “I will go see Hela alone while you see to your Council.”

Perhaps, had he had the chance, Thor might have protested, but as it is, by the time he realizes an illusion has been telling him that, Loki is nearly too far to hear his enraged cry, the glittering of the rainbow bridge already twinkling in the distance.

Helheim is still as dreadful as ever, greying and dark, and Loki hates this place more than on principle. A thousand years here, it’s a miracle Hela has clung to any shreds of sanity– it makes him wonder what did Odin think of the future; he locked her here and then what? Did the old man think he would live forever?

“Why have you come this time, little brother?” Hela’s voice is standoffish and cool, uninterested down to the vowels. Loki firmly does not listen to the faint voice in his head, so much like Frigga’s, pointing out how much alike she sounds to him right now.

They did not grow up together nor even heard stories of each other and yet, a stranger in the streets would certainly mistake them for siblings after listening for five minutes.

“That’s not the right question now, is it?” He hums, turning around to see Hela lounging in a conjured throne with Fenrir at her feet. She looks well, less pale than before, less hungry, less like a lingering ghost. More solid, more real. It should probably be more frightening than he feels it is.

Hela snorts, rolling her eyes. “I suppose you expect me to ask next what it is, then,” she cards her fingers through grey fur, unsettlingly in good spirits, “very well, I’ll humor you this once– what should I be asking?”

He narrows his eyes in suspicion for a second before deciding to go for a milder approach. “The real question is not why am I here, but why are you?”

Her good mood vanishes at his words. “Where else would I be?”

“The Allfather is gone,” he points out needlessly, gestures the barren landscape around them, “you don’t have to stay here anymore.”

“Indeed,” she says, “and I daresay Odin would just love to see me leaving my prison now that he is gone to bring Asgard down. No, I don’t think so. I’m not playing into his games anymore.”

“There are more choices besides staying here or destroying an entire realm, you know.”

Her eyes flash dangerously. “If you think I’ll return to that place in chains, a prisoner where once I ruled, you are terribly wrong. A gilded cage is still a cage and at least here, I don’t have to withstand those ancient fools prattling about.”

Loki studies her for a moment, taking the chance to collect his thoughts; this is the first time he’s on this side of this speech, you see. In hindsight, perhaps he should have let Thor come along, he certainly has more experience handling this.

Oh well, it’s not like he can say she is wrong, he supposes.

“Thor would say Asgard is not a cage,” he says, “and ask you to come home immediately. He’s a bit upset you missed the funeral.”

“That one is a fool,” Hela waves him off, “am I to understand you are here to do the same?”

“No, I like to think I know better,” Loki shrugs, dusting off his armor to prepare himself for the travel back. Nothing more to do here today, better not to rush her. “You’re right in one matter, sister– the court truly is full of decrepit imbeciles.”

Fenrir lifts his head lazily, tail wagging once as Hela laughs, and Loki calls for Heimdall, allowing the blaze of light to sweep him back home.

“Where’s Hela?” Thor frowns, breaking off from where he had been talking with the Warriors Three and the distance does nothing to soften Sif’s distrustful glare. Fair enough.

“In her prison,” he answers calmly, not bothering to stop but slowing his steps, “although she seems to have regained her full power. I think I saw some trees there this time.”

“What?” Thor makes a face, “does she know–”

“Yes, she’s aware.”

“And she wants to stay where she is?”

Loki thinks of the depressing landscape, Fenrir’s tail blowing thin dust into the air each time it hit the ground, the unnatural taste of the forever dim lights. No one wants to stay stuck in an eternal twilight, at the edge of a nightmare. “No, she does not.”

“No, she does n– you are making no sense, brother,” Thor sighs, huffs, and he looks very tired, worn like Loki has never seen him. Even in his worst days as King, Loki can’t remember looking so exhausted, old. Then again, he didn’t care half as much, didn’t want much more than keeping the peace and send those blasted stones about as far as he could trust someone to hide them.

And, well, if he’s being honest, he had never expected to reign for so long. A few months, maybe, but not years. Thor, he expects, has millenniums to look forward to.

Good thing neither of them is a seer, truly.

“Give it time,” he offers, catching sight of some harried lord of other he never bothered to learn the name, and ducks into a different hallway, parting ways to return to his room. Still, he calls behind his shoulder, “and stop avoiding your meetings!”

“You again,” Hela purses her lips. Today, Fenrir is off chasing rabbits; if he pays attention, Loki thinks he can hear the anguished cries and the tear of fur and flesh.

“Me again,” he agrees cheerily, taking a seat into the newly made garden. It looks a little like Frigga’s, if less gentle, less idyllic. Wilder, actually, with poison ivies strangling trees and roots upending the earth. “You will not believe what happened today.”

“Do tell, but only if it’s interesting,” she says, watching flies buzz around, a dead bird attracting the lot of them. “How fares our dear brother in the throne?”

“Surprisingly not disastrously,” Loki admits, “do you want to hear it or not?”

“Not particularly. Since I so clearly am not going to be the queen, why should I care for Asgard?” Her tone is cavalier, dismissive, but he hears the undercurrent of hurt there, the spiteful resignation– yes, she wouldn’t be Odin’s blood-thirsty monster, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, wouldn’t wreak the havoc he had expected her to, but at what cost? She’s making a garden out of her prison, but he wonders how much of herself is she losing with these illusions?

How much change until there’s nothing of yourself left?

He shakes his head. “It’s where your power comes from, is it not?”

“In a way,” she nods, “doesn’t mean I have to be embroiled into whatever court nonsense has you into such a tirade.”

Fenrir comes lumbering back, muzzle dripping with blood and tail wagging happily, more dog than feral beast. Loki turns his nose in disgust, huffs. “I feel I am the only one with sense in that place.”

“It would not come as a surprise. You seem to have some intelligence, I could not say the same for the rest of the court.”

“Thank you, sister, for the glowing endorsement,” he drawls, rolling his eyes, then– a thought. “You should come home, help me help them not to run the city to the ground.”

Hela laughs. “I thought you were going to tell me a story, little prince.”

“Tonight there is a feast, will you come?”

“No, I don’t think I will,” says Hela, and Fenrir darts past them, a bloodied deer in his maw, still twitching every other second. “Will you attend?”

Loki grins, settling in one of the benches with the pile of books he had brought with him today. “People will certainly see me there.”

Hela rolls her eyes but picks one of the tomes. The poor lighting is terrible for reading, nothing a few witch lights can’t fix.

“Thor has a room made for you,” Loki points out, “it was garish at first, of course, but I had it redecorated.”

“Tell me, then, little brother, do these quarters come with how many guards at my door?”

“No guards, no,” he shrugs, “but I expect the Council will try to riddle it with spies. They certainly tried with mine.”

Hela hums. “Of course. I’d turn them inside out and leave their entrails at the door. Or perhaps their heads in a spike?”

“I would think you’d sick Fenrir on them.”

“He deserves better than a traitor’s flesh.”

“Does that mean you are coming?”

“That means I would rather be left alone.”

“It’s been a fortnight, will you come home now?”

“No. Be careful with the nightshade, it’s been wilting lately.”

“Thor has been asking for you, he’s convinced the Council you will not be a threat to the Realm. No more than I, in any case. Will you come home?”

“I’m offended, I will not.”

It takes half a season for Thor to finally grow too impatient with his visits and if he’s being honest, Loki is only surprised it took him this long to corner him outside his room. “You’re off to see Hela again, aren’t you?”

“I did say I would take care of the situation, didn’t I?” He raises one eyebrow, eyeing his displeased scowl.

“Yes, yes, but,” Thor glares, sour to the bone, “you haven’t been to a Council meeting in forever! Maybe we should let her come to us when she is ready, give up on these fruitless visits.”

Loki rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. “What do you think I have been doing? You try convincing the Goddess of Death to do anything. She keeps conjuring the most hideous plants for her garden, but I believe I’m close to getting her to lose the corpse flowers.”

“Losing the–”

“You won’t want to know, they smell terrible, really, like rotting flesh. Even the blasted wolf hates it.”

Thor looks like he might want to protest or perhaps inquire further on Hela’s awful gardening plans, or, more likely, to question him again on what they’ve been discussing, but a servant interrupts them again, reminding Thor of a meeting he seems to be almost late to. Good thing, really, that Loki has arranged for the staff to keep these reminders coming. It wouldn’t do for their king to be late, it gives time for gossip and scheming to brew.

And if the distrust, the suspicion Loki might be the one plotting behind Thor’s back with Hela to– what? Destroy Asgard? Kill their brother? – well, it might sting, yes, but it’s not like he can blame him, not in light of the past decade, even the past few months.

Still, Loki excuses himself cooly, trying not to allow unfair resentments to claw at his throat.

“If they are all constantly suspicious of you,” Hela says, a frown so much like Thor’s on her brow, “and it bothers you so, then why stay? You know the pathways between worlds, why not slip away from their petty grievances?”

Loki can’t help snorting; only Hela would call his crimes petty.

And yet, her question, as they often do, gives him pause. Why did he stay? He could have gone anywhere in the universe, thrown the tesseract in the nearest wormhole and run in the other direction. It wouldn’t have hidden him from the Titan, not forever, but neither will Asgard– which reminds him, he will have to warn his brother of this soon: Thanos’ madness will not spare their home, not even if Loki were a thousand miles away, if the Tesseract were a thousand miles away.

Soon isn’t today, though, so instead, he allows himself to faintly prod at the tangled knots of emotions he had been ignoring these past months. If he were someone else, someone more prone to feelings and such, he might say he stayed because pushing everything away had become too tiring on his shoulder, because he had died once, nearly twice, and when you die for somewhere, for someone, that has to count for something, because more often than not it feels like never stopped falling, but in Asgard, it’s easier to pretend there’s solid ground beneath his feet.

Because running away has only ever made things worse, so he chose to stay for once, is choosing to stay, and sometimes, he thinks it might be the same as choosing his family and that could be enough because it’s on purpose.

“Because it’s worth it,” he tells Hela at last and watches her consider his words carefully, hesitant as she absently pets Fenrir, eyes far away to the sky like she’s seeing golden and blue instead of dulling greys. When she says nothing, he adds softly, “will you come home and see it for yourself?”

This time when he calls for Heimdall and the Bifrost strikes from the sky, the Guardian is there, steady and dependable, to welcome him home along with Hela, her ridiculously large wolf, and the stupid cactus in a yellow vase she carries in her hands.

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #thor odinson #hela odinsdottir #thor ragnarok #mcu #marvel #look an ask #loki and thor brotp #loki and hela brotp

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alias-b · 4 years

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Can you talk about your marvel fic? After what you did with stranger things, I bet you killed the mcu for its crimes.😘

Anon!!! You opened a whole bag of sour patch kids here. Settle in. I haven’t gotten a lot of feedback on this project. If I should go back and revamp to my new ao3 with edits. So, I’m not sure if has enough interest for a go head. But, it’s an old Loki/OC fic that’s near and dear to my heart. The first major fic I completed, clocking in at 800K words. Yeap. Longer than Les Mis. Longer than the LOTR series including the hobbit. It’s a beast. But, it’s my beast and I own everything I did in it. 🤣 See below and come shout at me more about this fic bc I adore it too much. Basically, it’s about a woman realizing she’s the Protagonist. With lots of smut & not all with Loki.

Basically, it’s structured a little like a cinematic universe with phases and “prompts/arcs” within the phases that end up building into a growing story. It starts eons before the first Thor movie! Loosely goes into the movies before veering off into his epic mashup of Marvel movies, including The Amazing Spider-man//X-Men//Fantastic Four, with a lot of comic canon events and twists into this monstrosity where I bash hopeful/dramatic themes into your face a million times.

Concretely, I wrote it from about Nov '13-Oct '17 so well before the Infinity War mess. Posted it Dec ‘17-April ‘18. The only mcu movies I get into are Thor1/2, Avengers, & Winter Soldier. Needless to say a lot of characters appear and some from the mcu don’t even show up or are just mentioned in passing, I rly had to pick and choose with the storylines from the comics I sunk in. At the core, it’s still a Loki/OC if you can believe that lmao to be fair, his dumbass did kick a lot of the events off....

The OC, who I only ever call the Lady outside the fic, is actually unnamed. For all 800K words. She gets nicknames/terms of endearment/an Avengers tag, but it never felt right to name her. And it became a fun game of how her name was being said and who refused to use it//only use nicknames. She’s an Asgardian with Issues. Which is more common than you think. Flawed Gods. Theme.

For millions of years, Asgard is a place of these warrior gods pledged to protect the realms//the lands within Asgard itself and do not much else. I made Asgard the full realm it was supposed to be, not the tiny planet it got reduced to. Each realm is important to the balance of Yggdrasil. One falls, they all do. Being a god is an absolute commonplace and Asgard is wrapped up in old ways that Thor’s generation is trying to break from. Theme. We also get a different dynamic when they journey to earth and are actually treated like gods. Theme.

The Lady is an out of place budding warrior trying to find her footing in the world like everyone else. She’s from a poor village, has a not great home life, and struggling with newfound feelings right off the bat for one of her oldest friends. Prince Jerk Himself. She’s been a longtime companion of the Warriors Three/Sif/Thor/Loki and always felt like she’s behind and playing catch up with them. She’s got mental issues she has to hide bc gods aren’t allowed to be flawed. And we find out very quickly that they are. Theme. I play with a lot of fun coming of age tropes actually in Asgard’s setting lol

Her story is the focus, it’s her growth as a warrior and independent woman just trying to protect her friends. Loki, after years of asking him, agrees to teach her magic bc she expresses an talent/a passion that she hasn’t had for other means of fighting and it’s all downhill from their for them. Her quest for power starts out as a means to protect her friends and prove herself and turns into a full blown insatiable obsession to Save Everyone. Theme.

She and Loki struggle a lot, they’re imperfect people with make a lot of wrong choices. There are periods where their relationship is genuinely unhealthy/toxic with Loki’s fall to villainy and the Lady’s quest for knowledge and power. Lessons come with that and characters grow. They both attract some unsavory villains and struggle with the notion of what freedom really means. What it means to be god and human. What they’re willing to do to protect those they love. Also soooo much found family tropes lol bc I can’t resist. I ignore like....80% of what the MCU did, esp with Odin/Thor/Asgard. I just went all out and wrote a monster. Anti-Villains, Ultimate Alliances, Heroes, and Redemption Arcs Galore.

The Lady is...a special OC. The fic centers on her story, a lot of hellish things happen to her and she just keeps fighting through it all. It’s also a first person fic just due to not naming her lol She’s a plus size, mentally ill, WOC. And I’m not shy about this, her backstory and trauma was all accurately taken from my own like so their are some major triggers in early chapters of abuse, s*lf h*rm, past csa mentions, etc.

I hope I get more asks about this fic, I’d love to take on the project of reposting it with fresher eyes. I think I could do a lot with my style now and the clunky bits I could improve on! Let me know what you guys think! Thank you, Anon, sorry I rambled so much XOXOXO. You’re a gem!!!

#Loki #Loki Laufeyson #Marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #Marvel #it's long srrry #mine #ask #anon

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mara-tevith-solo · 4 years

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Real Funny - part 2

Something I’ve been slow cooking for a few years, a little all over the place. Some plot pieces aren’t mine, just something I played with.

Trigger Warning; Contains swearing, violence, mentions of nudity

I grinned cheekily before we all left. When we got back, the war was minutes from starting up again. When we finally got the Separatists off of the planet, we were allowed to rejoin the rest of the fleet and I was allowed to walk around in something other than armor. "Isn't that against regs?" That all too welcomed voice practically purred as they finally made their presence known.

I sat up from the crate I was laying on, smiling broadly "General Kenobi allows me a few freedoms." I retorted, looking up at Wolffe. His expression was particularly warm that evening.

Without any warning, the particularly sarcastic clone pounced, collecting me into his arms and capturing my lips with his as though they were prisoners of war "Do you have any idea how hard it is to be so close to you and act like you're just another soldier?" He growled against my lips in our secluded little spot.

"I have an idea." I purred in response, smiling coyly "So, your place or mine, Commander?" I asked with a low, seductive tone as I looked up at him through my lashes. We both already knew the answer; as a Commander, he had his own quarters. I still shared a bunk bed with Waxer in the main sleeping area for visiting legions. He left our little spot first, and I followed a few minutes after, taking a longer way around to get to his quarters. As soon as the door closed behind me, he lips were on mine again, his hands holding me against his body tightly. We helped each other out of our clothes and laid in his bed, more interested in each other's company, than sex.

As usual, I woke up before everyone else and was out of the room and hid in the mess, sipping caf until everyone else was moderately awake "Missed ya last night." Hardcase yawned, plonking his tray down before joining it.

"Couldn't sleep." I gave him a tight lipped smile before turning back to my caf. I hated lying to my friends and brothers. But if it leaked that Wolffe and I were... it would end very badly for everyone. He gave me an understanding pat on the shoulder, thinking that my nightmares were acting up again. I mentally beat the crap out of myself for keeping a most trusted vod in the dark.

"Anyone up for Nega-ball?" Cody asked, Wolffe and Rex on either side of him. Three quarters of those in the mess stood up and made to follow the three commanding officers, Hardcase included as he tried to pull me up. When that didn't work, he threw me over his shoulder and made his way after the group.

"Caught a live one, didn't ya?" Fives laughed, slapping my thigh as Hardcase fell into step beside him.

My squeak caught the attention of a certain, maybe slightly overprotective, Commander "What are you doing to Sergeant Val?" Wolffe scowled, coming up from behind the two. He was very much not pleased with how the two were conducting themselves with me.

Hardcase couldn't put me down fast enough as he whirled around, blushing and saluting hurriedly "S-sorry sir, we were only fooling around." His scowl deepened into a glare and he had to put his hands behind his back because, bet you ten credits, he was clenching them into fists.

"It's alright Commander, they're on my 'top three most trusted' list. They didn't mean anything besides camaraderie." I stepped up, approaching him to show that I really was alright while essentially telling him that they were my best friends, topped only by him. I felt the two staring at me, wide eyed, as the Commander deflated a fraction and his expression softened.

"Get to the gym." Was his parting order before he moved around us and down the abandoned hallway.

"Dude!" Hardcase exclaimed when the commander had turned the corner, the three of us following at a slower pace.

"How did you talk him out of handing us our asses?" Fives finished, staring at me as though I had grown a third head.

"The Commander and I are friends. He and Master Plo were the first ones to find me and bring me to the Temple. Why do you think I have a grey Loth-wolf on my shoulder?" I tapped my shoulder piece to reinforce my point as they started freaking out, having never made the connection.

"So you're an honorary Wolfpack member?" Fives gushed as Hardcase practically jumped on my back and made me give him a piggyback ride. Bastard.

"I think the more appropriate answer is that I was adopted by Master Plo as one of his many children." I groaned, my knees shaking with every step. I dropped him unceremoniously with the other troopers as Cody and Wolffe were picking teams.

"Val, get over here!" Cody called, waving me over as I tried to retreat to a safe spot to sit.

"Nah, I think I'll sit out. Both Kix and Wark look like they'll fill me full of needles if I joined in." I laughed, warily watching the two glaring medics who had had to patch me up last time we had all played Nega-ball.

He glanced at them, equally as wary "Sounds like a good plan." He nodded, clearing his throat as they resumed picking. "So what's the wager?" Cody asked, hands on his hips as he faced Wolffe and his team.

"Winning Commander gets Val to tag along next mission." Alright, so I was a bit of a floater. Sue me.

"No can do sadly, Skywalker already reserved her for the 501st's next mission." Cody frowned. Wolffe scowled and couldn't resist looking at me from the corner of his eye. "How about this, next time we get leave, winning team gets a day with her." Oh if Cody only knew. They shook on it as all of them stripped off their torso armor and Wolffe's team took off their blacks shirts. I blushed at the sight of Wolffe's barrel chested glory, several small white scars dotting his waist and arms. He knew I blushed at the sight of him, he puffed up almost as soon as I did. The game was certainly as hairy and brutal as usual. Sometimes it was like the clones just kind of disregarded sport safety rules.

Of course, we never went back to Coruscant, instead, moving cruisers so that we could have a better spread in our attack of Umbara. Of course, the Umbarans changed over to the Seppies after their Senator had mysteriously been assassinated.... most likely by the Separatists... but that's just my opinion. The Republic was outmatched, out classed, and out teched, but by Odin, we were going to fight the good fight. It wasn't until the surface of the dark planet that I realized just how much my warnings had gone over the heads of the Council. Krell swooped in and took over command of the 501st, saying that the Chancellor needed Skywalker for some benign reason.

First thing I did as soon as I saw Krell exit his gunship was hide behind Fives and have a panic attack, bucket removed as I pressed my forehead against his back, mumbling numbers in as many languages I knew, as high as I could go and back. He just stood there, one hand squeezing the one that he had pried from trying to scratch at the chinks in my armor. "Stand in attention, in my presence trooper!" Krell barked in my general direction. Fives stiffened as I quickly put my bucket back on and stepped out from behind him.

"S-sorry sir." I stuttered, still trying to regain total control over myself. I knew exactly what that motherfucker was going to do, and my attempt to stop it, had been brushed aside.

"What's your number, Trooper." His eyes narrowed as his lower set of arms folded behind his back and his upper set crossed over his chest. He moved so that he was behind me, ignoring the others as they tried to close ranks around me as subtly as possible.

"Sergeant Val, sir." I couldn't let him know that he bothered me, that he was getting so far under my skin that I was shaking. My head was full of nothing but white noise.

"Are you such a deformed clone, that not only your height and voice are wrong? I asked for your number, Clone." He snarled, stepping closer. I was filled with sudden, blinding rage as he went on a racist rant "You can't even put your armor on correctly!" He spat.

My resolve rocketed out the window at that last comment as I whirled around, taking off my helmet and getting closer to the vulgar behemoth "I am a woman, General! Are you satisfied?" I snapped, feeling Fives frantically hook onto my belt and attempt to pull me back closer to himself and Rex. But I was planted, I would not back down, willingly or not. "My name is Sergeant Valeri MacCloud, I am from a planet called Earth and I am twenty six years old. I asked, are you satisfied, sir?" I barked, using my best drill sergeant voice as I glared up at the rogue Jedi, daring him to court marshal me, or worse, kill me.

#general krell #commander wollfe #oc #arc trooper fives #hardcase #kix #Commander Wollfe x OC

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dreamwritesimagines · 5 years

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Faint Of Heart 16- Flares Into The Sea [Ivar x Reader]

A.N.: I love your feedback so much ❤️ Please keep it coming! ❤️

Summary: Peace has its own time.

Characters: Ivar x Reader, Ubbe x Torvi, Hvitserk, Bjorn

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of violence and blood, and arranged marriage, please read with care. Also, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the messed up stuff happening on the show or in here.

Word Count: 4059

Due to the linking issue, previous chapters are in my masterlist! ❤️

Gif’s not mine!

You didn’t know you could feel that peaceful in Kattegat, but the warmth of the room, softness of the bed and the small waves of sleep along with the sunlight showering the room in gold felt as peaceful as it could get. You rested your head on Ivar’s chest while he was sitting up straight with his back against the headboard of the bed, his attention on the wooden rune sticks Bjorn and Ubbe had given him last night with one hand almost lazily playing with your hair while you kept your gaze on the pages of your book. The falcon was flying in the room as she wished and the sound of her wings almost felt like a soothing song to you at this point.

“Ivar?”

“Hm?”

“I think I got the translation wrong-what does this word mean?” You pointed at the line and Ivar turned his head, then leaned in closer.

“Auga?”

“Yes.”

“It means eye.”

You gawked at the page, frowning, “Wait-“ You read the line again, “Then it says here- Odin took out his own eye.”

“To gain wisdom, yes.”

“In return of water from a well- this means a well, does it not?”

“Mm hm. The water of Mimir’s Well contained knowledge.”

“He took out his own eye?” You repeated, making a face and he chuckled.

“You’re getting good at this,” he nodded at the book, and you smiled softly, running your fingertip on the yellow page.

“Still not fast enough, though.”

“How come you know so many languages and no one taught you anything about ours?”

“When I was growing up?” You asked, then shrugged, “I think that- they expected to marry me off to one of those kings whose language I could speak- or at least close to it, when I grew up. No one really thought about Viking kings and their huge armies.”

Ivar scoffed, “They should have,” he muttered into your hair, resting his nose on top of your head while you played with your necklace.

“They should have,” you repeated “That would surely be more beneficial than other things I’ve learned.”

“Such as?”

“Sewing, for example. I hated it, I was terrible at it and I kept poking my finger.”

Ivar scoffed, “What is it with you and sharp objects?”

“And now that I think of it, they should have thought me how to use a sword instead. Nobody taught us anything of the sort, and now I see all these shieldmaidens, they’re very good with swords.”

“They can surely raise a sword indeed, I think you should start from that.”

You elbowed him, making him chuckle silently,

“You will learn. Not even those shieldmaidens you seem to adore so much learned it quickly.”

You clicked your tongue and stole a look at the sticks he was holding. “What are you reading?”

“Something much less entertaining than story of Odin’s eye.”

You reached out to grab one from him “Is this what Ubbe gave you?”

“Yes. Merchants and their monthly incomes when we’re on a raid.”

You looked at the lines, but the language was more complex than your book’s language. Ivar’s grip around your waist tightened as he pressed his lips to your shoulder, making your cheeks burn as you sat up straighter.

“I can help you if you translate this to me.”

He didn’t even raise his head, “Hm?”

“I can help you with this- where is the rest that shows their income when you’re not on a raid?”

“Y/N-“

“Where is it?”

“On the table, but-“ he was cut off when you got up from the bed, and made your way to the table, making him heave a sigh. You could feel his intense gaze on you, watching your every move but you forced yourself to focus on finding what you were looking for.

“That’s way too troublesome.” Ivar commented, “I’d rather deal with the raid instead.”

“Some of your people aren’t warriors,” You reminded him, “And I should learn of the finances and the treasury, if I will be responsible of everything while you’re away.”

That seemed to make him smile a little and you raised your head from the rune sticks, smiling back at him.

“What?” You asked and he shook his head.

“Nothing. You will grow weary of it very soon.”

“Contrary to what you seem to believe, I wasn’t only educated in sewing.” You shot him a reprimanding look, “I know how to deal with treasury, all the princesses know.”

Ivar held up his hands, mocking surrender, “Very well then.”

“Is it alright if I have Gala translate these for me?”

“It’s not as if they’re very important,” Ivar shrugged, “You will get bored though.”

You grabbed the quill and the ink pot along with your parchments .

“Maybe, but I still need to learn.”

“But will you write me?” You insisted, tears filling your eyes once again as Bree squeezed your hand. Your bedchamber was empty, and all your trunks were already in Ivar’s ships-

Your husband’s ships.

Oh God.

“You write me first,” she said, “So that I can know whether you’re well or not, Y/N. Remember, if you write; “I miss the warm weather”-“

“It means he’s planning an attack.”

“And if you write I’m grateful for the furs-“

“The ships are already on the way, I memorized everything don’t worry.” You swallowed thickly, “What should I write if I’m unhappy though, Bree?”

Bree heaved a deep sigh, “Y/N…”

“I- I don’t know what to do…at night.” You whispered, “I know you taught me some things but I don’t think I can do them and- and-“

“Y/N, stop worrying about that.”

“Do you know what mother told me?” You asked her, “She told me to please him, that it would work on my own benefit. As if that’s the only thing that matters, as if- as if my comfort means nothing to her.”

“Don’t listen to her.”

“That’s what everyone thinks.” You commented bitterly, “My mother, my brother…everyone around me. Everyone in Kattegat will think the same, my husband included.”

“You don’t know that, Y/N.”

“You and I both know Vikings care very little about feelings, if at all.”

Bree opened her mouth, but stopped when somebody knocked on the door, then opened it.

Your brother’s men.

“We’re ready, your majesty.”

You felt as if you would faint, but then Bree pulled you into a deep hug and put something into your palm before closing your fingers around it. You frowned.

“Bree, what-?”You asked, looking down at it and you felt your blood freeze.

A small vial of powder.

Poison.

“Do not let anybody hurt you and walk away unharmed, do you hear me?” her whisper was inaudible to anyone else but you, and she pulled back to look you in the eye, “You were a princess before, and now you’re a Queen, you will not be disrespected, in any way.”

“Will you come back or not?” Ivar’s voice pulled you away from your thoughts and your head snapped up.

“I- yes,” You said and took a step but froze upon seeing him, gasping.

“What?”

“Ivar, your eyes!” You rushed to bed to climb it while Ivar looked momentarily confused,

“Hm?”

“Your eyes are too…blue?” You said, looking at the whites of his eyes that had a slight bluish tint, making his blue irises even more vibrant and he closed them for a moment, muttering something that awfully sounded like a cuss under his breath before he opened them back and pulled himself upright, but the mere movement seemed to make him clench his jaw.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”

“Ivar-“

“It’ll go away soon,” he said curtly and you licked your lips, your eyes searching his face,

“Are you in pain?”

“No,” he said through his teeth, his voice carrying none of the softness from minutes ago. Instead it was cold and bitter like before everything.

“Maybe you could rest a little-“

“Y/N.”

A part of you wanted to insist but he looked way too annoyed already, and you had a feeling that it would do more harm than good so you just stared at him while gritted his teeth.

“Um-“ You forced your mind to come up with something, anything to dissolve this tenseness and let out a small laugh, “I mean I would not oppose if you decided to stay here the whole day.”

Nothing.

“In fact, we should do that. Much to Ubbe’s displeasure, I’m sure.”

Silence.

Alright.

Apparently it would not be that easy this time.

“Have I told you about the time I almost drowned once?”

Ivar turned his head and looked at you silently, as if waiting for you to continue.

“I don’t know how to swim, you see. And I-“

“What?”

“I never learned,” You shrugged, “We were running around, me and Bree, and I fell down into a lake and by the time guards pulled me up, I had already swallowed so much water, it was terrible. And it was winter time so by the time we got to the castle, I got cold-“

“You don’t know how to swim?”

“Because my clothes were drenched,” you said, as if he hadn’t interrupted you, “Anyway, I had such a fever and I had to stay in bed for days, and couple of days later I thought I would lose my mind. So Bree came up with this little game, to entertain me. Would you wish to hear it?”

Ivar shrugged silently, his jaw still clenched.

“Bree named it What If.” You said and cleared your throat, propping your head up on your closed fist, looking up at him. “You will tell me how we would have met if we were commoners.”

“That’s a foolish game,” he commented, “And we would not have met if that were the case.”

“That’s not true!”

“I would be here in Kattegat and you would be in your country, Y/N.”

You frowned, “Well if I were here though.”

“Nothing would happen.”

“Ivar, you’re terrible at this game-”

“Let’s say you were here, and not a royal,” He said, his tone full of sarcasm, “And if I were not a king, you never would have married me anyway.”

“You don’t know that.”

He shot you a look, then motioned at himself and his legs which were under the heavy covers, “You would laugh in my face and walk away, while I was crawling on the ground.”

You gawked at him “You think so low of me?”

He rolled his eyes, “You think highly of the situation.”

Part of you wanted to snap at him but you managed to get a hold of your emotions before licking your lips.

“Well then I shall start if you will keep being bad at this,” You stated, making him heave a sigh. “If we were not royals, you would be-“

“Dead. Killed by my father after birth.”

You ignored his spiteful remarks, “You would be…hmm, what would be your occupation?”

“I think you and I can both agree on one thing for once, it would be very limited.”

You thought for a moment, then your head shot up, “Blacksmith!”

“What?”

“You would be a blacksmith, they do not need to run around to forge swords after all. And I would be-“

“Oh I think I can see where this is going…”

“I would be a shieldmaiden, Ivar!” You said with a big smile on your face, making him scoff.

“Of course.” he raised his brows, “A shieldmaiden, who can lift her sword I assume?”

“I would be the best shieldmaiden, going to raids, going to war…”

“By the Gods, little shark-“

“I would definitely be the best shieldmaiden and that’s how we would meet.”

And thanks to Freyja, Ivar finally looked interested in what you were saying, other than focusing on the pain or his snarky remarks.

“That’s how we would meet?” he repeated and you nodded, sitting up straight.

“Because think about it, Ivar. One day, I come back from a raid, all bloody everywhere-“

“Because you had no access to water on a ship?”

You hushed him, waving your hands, “Because I am very ruthless and blood does not scare me.”

Ivar pressed his lips together, as if trying to repress a smile and frowned, “Hmm?”

“And I walk into your um- your hut, your blacksmith hut and demand a new sword-“

“What’s wrong with your sword?”

“It’s dull due to the… blood on it.”

“Have you considered wiping the blood and sharpening it?” He commented and you pointed at him,

“See that’s what you tell me and I let that slide because it’s fate and we’re meant to be.”

“Speak for yourself, I do not know if I want to end up with a shieldmaiden who walks into blacksmith huts right after a raid, before food or a bath.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, making him chuckle.

Finally.

“And when I come back, days later, you present me a new sword and it has my initials on it, and-“

“How do I know your initials?”

“I told you of them.”

“You told me your initials?”

“I told you my name, Ivar!” You exclaimed, “And as you give me the sword, you ask for my hand in marriage.”

“I feel like I should have done that without any sharp objects around-“ he started but was cut off when someone knocked on the door.

“I don’t know how Hvitserk always convinces me to be the one to do this,” Ubbe’s voice carried out inside “What is it with you and waking up late these days?”

“We have been up for hours, Ubbe.”

“Of course you have been.”

You rolled your eyes, “And you may come in, yelling at each other behind doors is not polite.”

Ubbe heaved a deep sigh and opened the door to step inside.

“Come on,” he told Ivar as he pushed the covers off of him and grabbed his crutches more slowly than usual, as if trying to be careful.

“You two could leave here when you wake up, you do realize that?”

“But then we wouldn’t know how we would have met if we were commoners, brother.”

Ubbe looked between you, “What?”

“And Y/N wants me to ask for her hand in marriage with a sword.”

“Ivar, you’re already married.”

“I know,” Ivar said as you smiled at Ubbe, and Ivar leaned in to press a kiss to the top of your head, making your smile widen, “I will see you today, hm?”

You nodded, and wrapping your arms around your knees, still looking at them.

“Why are you asking for her hand in marriage again?”

“Come on, I will tell you.” Ivar said as he walked past Ubbe and Ubbe nodded at you as you waved at him, then closed the door behind him and you fell back on the bed, smiling wide.

Oh well.

Maybe you were learning more than just the language after all.

The brothers apparently had decided to gather once more, much to your surprise. Ivar had sent you a guard, telling you to be in the map room in an hour and you had decided to be there a little early, just in case.

They needed to see that you were taking this seriously after all.

As you walked through the empty hall, away from everyone else, you were murmuring yourself a song that you had learned when you were a child, but two very familiar voices discussing made you stop dead on your tracks.

Bjorn. And Hvitserk.

All of the brothers seemed like they had a deal to talk in your language whenever you were present in the room –for which you were grateful- but when it was just them, of course they spoke in their own language.

Which made it much more difficult to eavesdrop.

You frowned slightly, leaning your back on the wall and tried to make sense of what they were saying.

Bjorn sounded like he was scolding him, and Hvitserk kept trying to interrupt him but then Bjorn snapped, his voice like a whip.

They were talking about…

A bridge-

No, a woman.

You wished you could understand why both of them sounded so angry and Bjorn said something about the woman again, and how he should stop, if you weren’t mistaken. You thought for a second, then walked away silently, making sure they couldn’t see or hear you. Soon enough, you reached the end of the hall and turned a corner to see the crowd, then crossed your arms and leaned back to the wall again, waiting patiently.

Couple of minutes later, you saw Bjorn leaving the hall and Hvitserk turned the corner before he made his way to the table to get himself a cup of drink. You rocked back and forth on your heels before you made your way to him, then touched his arm.

He turned around, his frown disappearing almost immediately.

“Y/N,” he said, “Hello.”

“Hello,” You smiled at him, “How are you?”

He shook his head slightly before sipping his drink, “Not great, you?”

“Um- I heard you and Bjorn.”

His hand froze in the air and his eyes widened as he stared at you,

“What?”

You shrugged slightly, “Yes, I was actually walking in-“

“What have you heard?” Hvitserk cut you off for the first time and you shrugged again,

“Is it because she’s a servant?”

Hvitserk blinked a couple of times, “What?”

“You were talking about a lady, it’s your lover, is it not? Bjorn doesn’t approve because she’s a servant?”

He let out a breath, then cleared his throat, as if he was trying to focus, “Uh…yes. Yes- he doesn’t approve.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?”

“To Bjorn? No-“ he shook his head fervently, “No, I can handle him.”

“Really? Because one of my ladies in waiting, she ran off with a stable boy and everyone kept saying it was such a foolish thing, but I heard they were really happy.”

Hvitserk stared at you with a small smile on his face, “Is that right?”

“I think all that matters is your feelings, not anybody’s social status. We can’t choose our birth after all, I’d be a shieldmaiden if we could.”

That seemed to make him chuckle, “A shieldmaiden? You?”

“Why does everyone sound so surprised?” You asked as both of you started walking to the map room, and the guards opened the door for you, “I was telling Ivar the same thing, I would be a great shieldmaiden were I born in Kattegat.”

“I probably gave the same reaction, Hvitserk,” Ivar said as you took your seat beside him, and looked around,

“Where’s Ubbe?”

“He will be here in a moment,” Bjorn said as Hvitserk sat down as well and you cleared your throat, sitting up straighter.

“I checked the list of incomes and I have some ideas, can we talk about them later on?” You asked Ivar who turned his head to look at you,

“Already?”

“Yes, I think we can actually make it not very-“ you started but somebody knocked on the door and opened it.

“My queen, there’s a letter for you.”

“What?” You asked as she approached you to put the letter on the table, and you thought your blood froze in your veins.

Your family crest.

The room fell silent and you stared at the letter, then grabbed Gala’s hand to pull her towards the window to inspect it.

“My queen?”

“Gala, you can’t touch any letter coming from my family, you don’t know what they dipped it in!” You said as you pulled back, seeing no sign of poison on her skin.

“What-“

“You’re alright, don’t worry.” The relief hit you so hard that you felt your head spin “Oh I need to sit down, I just…” You waved a hand in the air, and supported yourself by holding onto the table and Ivar frowned.

“Your people poison letters?”

You nodded slowly, still pressing a hand on your chest and Hvitserk took a look at the letter,

“Will you not open it?”

“My brother would never write me unless something bad happened,” You mumbled, your heart beating in your ears but then you reached out to break the wax seal, then pulled the paper out of the envelope, your eyes skimming the lines to find any kind of code, but there was none.

Only then, you could focus on what the letter was saying.

The beginning was exactly what you would expect him to write, starting with Dear sister, and being condescending in the first paragraph, then talking about Rowan, how sad he was to hear the news, some news about the battle and-

He was coming to Kattegat.

“…I need some fresh air, excuse me.” You managed to say and put the letter on the table before you made your way out of the room. You walked through the Great Hall and stepped outside, the cold weather hitting your skin making you hold your breath for only a moment.

Your brother was coming to Kattegat.

You could feel the anger boiling in the pit of your stomach but that was tainted by the fear running through your veins. You didn’t know why, you just knew you did not want to see him again, not unless you had to.

He would look down on everything in Kattegat. The people, their traditions…

Your traditions.

You could feel the burning in your eyes but you kept your gaze on the people of Kattegat, deep in thought before the sound of Ivar’s crutches pulled you out of your thoughts and he entered your sight, then turned around to lean back to the wooden railings.

“I will probably kill him, if that makes you feel better.”

A nervous laugh you couldn’t stop escaped from your lips and you turned your head to see him better as you wiped at your eyes quickly.

“I appreciate the sentiment,” You said silently and Ivar shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big issue.

“I mean he had it coming.”

“Ivar…”

“Why are you distressed?”

You bit down on your bottom lip hard enough to hurt, then took a shaky breath.

“I don’t want him here.”

“But why not?”

To that, you had no answer to. You only knew that this feeling of weakness and fear was way too familiar, and just when you thought it was gone-

It was back. That sense of dread was back.

“He is very condescending, with everyone and everything,” you said, “And he has always managed to make me feel bad, since we were children.”

A shadow crossed Ivar’s eyes, as if the feeling was familiar to him as well.

“No one will make you feel bad,” his voice was way too low and you gritted your teeth.

“I do not want him to- to belittle anything here. I love it here, and I don’t- he cannot judge anything, he does not have the right to- to judge anything here, my people included and if he even dares to try-“

“Your people?”

You hesitated, “Our people.” You mumbled and he tilted his head, a look of pride crossing his eyes.

“He will not do anything you do not want him to, Y/N.”

A silence fell upon you for only a moment as you clenched your jaw.

“That’s very brave of him, is it not?” You mused out loud, crossing your arms, “Thinking that he can just come here as he wishes.”

“It’s foolish, not brave.”

You nodded, deep in thought, “I’m certain he expects to find me as he remembers.”

Ivar scoffed, “That is not happening,” he commented, “You have been growing feral since you stepped a foot in Kattegat, little shark.”

Your narrowed your eyes slightly, and for some reason a small smile pulled at your lips upon hearing that.

“Well perhaps we should show him then.” You asked, making a smirk flash over his lips.

“And that is what you want?”

It took you only a moment to decide whether it really was or not before you realized you had known the answer to that all along.

Ever since you had stepped a foot in Kattegat.

“Deeply.” You said as you reached up to fix the crown on top of your head, “That’s what my heart desires.”

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bereft-of-frogs · 5 years

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For the AU meme - Loki and Thor are exiled together by Odin.

I’m assuming exiled together during Thor 1 (for some reason my brain first went to a pre-Thor exile, which would also be fun) but yes, Thor 1 exile! :

- so Loki is having A Time. He has just sort of figured out that not only is he adopted, but he’s also (probably) the monster that Thor promised to slay so many times while they were growing up, so he’s simultaneously freaking out about Thor killing him and everyone else killing them both because they’re suddenly mortal and vulnerable and he has no magic to defend them. So he’s like ‘okay, the humans are going to kill us and if they don’t, Thor is definitely going to kill me once he finds out 1) I’m a Jotun and 2) I orchestrated this whole debacle so this is great.’

- he’s much more distrusting/suspicious of all humans than Thor was in canon because of this fear, and he keeps trying to scheme but coming up with ~shrieking~ because he’s so off his game and his schemes thus far had backfired so spectacularly he just doesn’t know what to do anymore.

- and Thor just spends the whole time being like ‘okay Loki why the fuck are you making this all about you’ and getting angry and frustrated about how freaked out Loki’s getting which only feeds into Loki’s terror and paranoia

- but then finally they have The Fight and it all boils over and Loki spills everything and Thor doesn’t quite know what to do with all of this. Like, he doesn’t quite believe Loki and he’s like ‘okay you’re not in your right mind, are you sure you were seeing things’ but at the same time things start to click together in his brain and he slowly realizes that Loki’s right and then he really doesn’t know what to do with this information, and how to reconcile the monster from the stories with the brother he loves and wants to protect and the brother who ruined his life and got them into this mess, who he’s furious with and hates a little bit right now, but they’re still vulnerable and in danger and he has to protect him...

- and all of this comes to a head just in time for them to be captured by SHIELD who rather graphically confirm Loki’s suspicions and the situation continues to get worse and worse...

: D

Ask me things! I posted two separate ask memes yesterday:

- send me an AU and I’ll give you 5 headcanons about it -

- finish the sentence: “I wish you would write a fic where…”

Thanks for asking! This is a fun AU, especially when it ends with ‘alien experimentation and suffering.’ ;-)

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rainythefox · 4 years

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Nightfall (Ch.9)

Synopsis: Pre-Resident Evil 1, slight-AU/Canon Divergence. Claire Redfield comes home to visit her brother Chris for the holidays but gets caught up in a dangerous game of cat and mouse with Albert Wesker, the Captain of STARS, after stumbling upon dark secrets. She can’t call the law; Wesker is the law, and she can’t tell Chris. She is trapped…Claire/Wesker & Slight Chris/Jill. Rated M for eventual smut, language, violence, adult content.

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Chapter 9: The Goddaughter

Claire couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. The new, two-story brick home in the fancy neighborhood was just as quiet and expensive as the other homes on the block on this chilly morning, only Claire knew the evil inside this one. She was just here the other day, breaking in to try and find something to expose Wesker, and ended up nearly being ripped to shreds by his guard dog instead. She wasn’t here to break in this time. Oddly enough, as Claire stepped up to the front door and rang the doorbell, she felt she would’ve preferred dealing with the attacking Doberman over the corrupt STARS Captain.

She heard Odin bark once, but it was faint and sounded like it had happened on the upper floor. Still, she flinched from the awful memories of snapping jaws inches from her face.

William had stopped by yesterday evening, relaying a message from Wesker to meet him at his house after Chris was at work. Claire let her brother take his truck because Jill was off of work today and just gave the excuse that she would most likely stay home. When in reality, she was about to go see what his boss wanted with her.

William wasn’t able to give her anymore information when he gave her the message and left. And that created a whole new problem. Chris had spotted William leaving.

Claire could tell her brother was starting to grow suspicious. Between her behavior and seeing William, Chris was beginning to realize something was amiss. He had good instincts; it was what made him a good cop. She had to figure out a way to keep him far off the trail, or they would both be dead - courteous of her brother’s double-dealing supervisor.

Ignoring the nippy wind, wondering if Ada had found out anything yet, the door opened, making her heart rate spike considerably. Here goes nothing...

She glared at Wesker when he greeted her with his usual sneer, magnified by his lack of shades, his icy-grey eyes, bewitching and dangerous, a stopping force all on their own. “Ms. Redfield, nice of you to drop by on this lovely morning."

“It's not by choice,” she grumbled and pushed by him when he gestured for her to come inside. “What do you want?”

She looked around the foyer and living room, tense from having her back to him as he shut the door. He didn’t answer right away, but she nearly leapt out of her skin when his hands brushed up her back, his voice purring in her ear.

“From you, dear heart? Where to even begin?”

He took her jacket off of her and hung it up. Still reeling from his words, Claire was stiff as a board as he wrapped his strong arm around her lower back and escorted her further inside. Some kind of charged electricity sparked under her skin from the contact. She finally got a grip on herself, ignoring her stomach as it flipped in a way she would rather not admit. The younger Redfield sibling moved away from him and went over to the den area, facing him and keeping her back to a couch.

“William gave me a message to meet you here after Chris was gone. He didn’t say why.”

“That’s because I never told him why.”

Wesker wore more formal, black clothes like she saw him wearing in NEST the other day. She hated that she found him even more attractive in such attire. The college student kept herself from gawking, instead she folded her arms and gave him a dirty look. “Well?”

He instantly reacted to her animosity with a dark smirk, as though her fire sparked something within him. Claire was starting to get the feeling that Wesker enjoyed her temper and defiance, as if he got some sort of sick gratification from it. It aggravated her even more, but at the same time she knew she couldn’t let him goad her. It’s what he wanted.

And though Claire had kept her eyes from wandering over Wesker’s chic outfit and toned body, he didn’t even try and hide his roaming eyes. “You look quite lovely today, Claire.”

Again with her first name. There was that light, fluttering sensation in her chest again. Claire hadn’t realized it at first, but she had backed up right into the sofa when Wesker took a couple of steps in her direction. Stop messing with me, you asshole!

Claire opened her mouth, about to give him a slew of colorful, unladylike words, when the Doberman trotted down the stairs into the den, tags jingling on his chain collar. Odin gave her one short look before his snout upturned towards the stairs, alert, his docked tail wagging before he sat on his haunches.

Something else came down the stairs a bit slower, emerging into the den with soft steps. The Redfield girl gasped, not at all expecting a child. The little girl spotted Claire staring and dashed the rest of the way to Wesker, using him as cover.

The girl peeked from behind him, gripping his shirt tight. She had to be around nine or ten years old, her blonde hair in a messy bun, loose strands hanging around her cute face. Her blue eyes were curious but shy. She wore jeans and a light blue shirt and white vest. She didn’t have shoes on, only socks, and there was a golden pendant necklace around her neck.

Claire’s inner motherly instincts kicked right in. The girl was precious and Claire had no clue why she was in a place like this, hiding behind a man like Albert Wesker as though he was her guardian.

She slightly bent over, smiling, and gently waved. “Hello there.”

Her soft greeting delighted the bashful girl and she came out a little further, although still kept halfway behind Wesker, gripping his clothes like a lifeline. “Hi!”

Claire glared at Wesker. “Kidnapping children now?”

“Charming,” he mocked. “She’s my goddaughter. Sherry, where are your manners?”

The name instantly clicked, and Claire remembered. So this is William and Annette’s daughter? She’s adorable!

“Oh, right…” the little girl mumbled. She smiled at Claire again. “I’m Sherry. Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

Claire gave her a big, friendly smile in return. “I’m Claire. It’s nice to meet you too, Sherry.”

Sherry blushed, slightly retreating behind Wesker. “I like your name!” She looked up at the tall, silent man she was using as a shield. “She’s really pretty, Uncle Albert!”

Wesker’s eyes were locked onto Claire, his lips twitching into the faintest of smiles. “She is, isn’t she?”

Claire shivered but quickly focused back on the girl. There was a strange, hushed excitement to Sherry that she couldn’t quite understand. It was as if she was shy, but, at the same time, was really intrigued by Claire. The younger Redfield felt a peculiar, warming connection right away with the child…as though their fates were somehow connected.

“Are you Uncle Albert’s girlfriend?”

Claire’s mind blew a gasket, horrified at the girl’s implication. “W-what?! No!”

She was about to unleash onto this little girl what kind of a monster she was hiding behind, but then quickly bit her tongue. Sherry was a child. There was no way she could even begin to understand. She looked at her godparent as though she idolized him. Wesker seemed to have everyone fooled. Everyone thought he was a good man, until, of course, they stumbled upon him in the woods blowing a man’s head off.

Claire sighed, took a deep breath, and faked a smile. “No, sweetie. It’s not like that.” She gave Wesker a hard look. “And it’s never going to happen.”

Wesker smirked, his eyes entrapping her, as though he knew something she didn’t. Claire forced herself to look away, feeling awfully jittery for a moment.

“Oh…I was hoping you would become my aunt and we could play.”

Claire’s forced smile derailed. She wasn’t sure what to think about that. Wesker’s goddaughter peeked halfway out from behind him, curious yet insecure. Claire had a feeling the little girl didn’t have many friends and didn’t get much attention from her family, if her parents and Wesker were anything to go by.

Claire stooped to Sherry’s level, smiling. “We don’t need to be related to play. How about being friends instead?” She extended her hand.

Sherry came out a tad bit further, eyeing Claire and her offered hand. She glanced up at her guardian, unsure. Finally, Wesker stepped out of the way. The girl froze, watching him, as if afraid her wall was gone to leave her out in the open unprotected. Wesker patted her head and gently pushed her closer to Claire.

“Go ahead. She doesn’t bite, Sherry.”

As if that was the only reassurance she needed, the young girl reached out and took Claire’s hand, beaming. They shook hands. Their moment was soon ruined by the phone as it started ringing on the stand on one of the end tables. Sherry’s smile disappeared and soon became disheartened, gazing up at Wesker. The STARS Captain checked his watch with a scowl and moved towards the phone. As he passed by the girls, he petted Sherry’s hair.

“What’s wrong?” Claire asked, watching as Wesker answered the phone.

Sherry sighed. “Daddy. He’s running late again. Or got held up and can’t come get me. I thought you were him when I heard the doorbell, even though he usually just walks in.”

Claire frowned. “Well, what about your mom?”

“She’s busy all the time, too. Like Daddy. They work at Umbrella and are making a new medicine to help people…but they work all the time and I don’t get to spend much time with them.”

At this point, Claire wasn’t even sure if William and Annette were working on any kind of medicine at all, let alone anything that could help people. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

Wesker’s goddaughter shrugged with a weak smile. “It’s okay. Uncle Albert helps take care of me when he isn’t busy. He comes and gets me from school when my parents forget. He sometimes helps them make new medicine too, but mostly he just keeps me, Daddy, and Mommy safe and protects the city.”

You poor, naive little girl…if only you knew…

Then Sherry’s words clicked and she looked at the Birkins’ daughter. “Wait, Wesker makes medicine, too?”

Sherry nodded. “Yeah. He’s really, really smart! Him and Daddy are two of the best doctors working for Umbrella…as Daddy likes to brag.”

Claire logged it away. It was definitely something she could use in digging up dirt on Wesker. There was more than his corruption as an officer of the law. He was also in the same shady business as William and Annette, whatever Umbrella had to do with it. She wondered exactly how many jobs he had…

“He really likes you.”

Claire shook from her thoughts and stared at Sherry’s cute, curious face. “I could tell when he let you in. You look cute together!” The girl suddenly gasped, cupping her cheeks. “Your babies would be so adorable! I could be like a big sister to them! And we could play together!”

The college student almost fell over backwards from the shock of Sherry jubilating at the idea of her having any sort of physical relationship with her “uncle”, let alone having offspring together. Her stomach jerked queasily. Despite her disgust, Claire had to give Sherry props for being so easily excited. She must’ve gotten it from her equally whimsical father.

Ah, to be that innocent again. Claire weakly smiled, trying to avoid that subject with the girl. She had come to the conclusion that Wesker liking anyone was a) highly unlikely and b) not a good thing in general, even if the Birkins told her otherwise.

She decided to see what else Sherry could inform her about Wesker. “So uh, what else does he do? Besides make medicine and protect the city?”

Claire had to keep herself from rolling her eyes at such a ridiculous notion. The only thing Albert Wesker protected was himself and his own interests, no matter how many innocent people got in the way.

Sherry pursed her lips in thought. “Hmm...he does a lot of things. He does some kind of pest control, I think? Daddy said he got rid of a big rat a few days ago. Mommy says that Uncle Albert is a workaholic like they are. But I don’t know...seems like I see him more than them sometimes.”

Human pest control, sweetie. You poor thing...doesn’t sound like your parents deserve any Parent of the Year awards!

She’d like to give William and Annette a piece of her mind the next time she saw them. Sherry was so sweet and well-mannered for someone half-raised by self-absorbed parents and half-raised by a manipulative psychopath.

Odin trotted over, nails clicking on the hardwood floor. He licked Sherry’s face, making her giggle. She hugged the Doberman. “This is Odin. He’s Uncle Albert’s dog and I love him. We’re best friends!”

“Yeah...we’re well acquainted. Aren't we, boy?” Claire replied, reminded of how the dog almost tore her throat out. Sherry would never know it, but her backpack had saved Claire’s life the other day.

Odin snorted in response, but showed no signs of aggression, sitting next to Sherry and yawning.

They heard the phone click on the receiver. Sherry looked to Wesker expectantly as he returned to them. Claire remained kneeled in front of the girl, tensing as the corrupt STARS Captain came up behind her.

“Your mother is on her way, Sherry. You should go upstairs and get your things.”

Sherry frowned. “But Daddy promised he would take me this time.”

Wesker sighed. “I know he did, darling. Go on, now.”

“Yes, sir.” Sherry gave one last dispirited smile to Claire and left back upstairs. Odin followed right behind her.

Claire stood, watching the girl depart before turning to Wesker. There was a strange look in his eyes as they followed Sherry up the stairs, but Claire couldn’t read Wesker like William could, and so she was lost on what it could be.

He finally looked at her, lips quirking. “Precious, isn’t she?”

��You seriously don’t seem the type to like kids.”

“I don’t,” Wesker admitted. “But Sherry is the exception.”

Claire snorted. “Exception or not, you shouldn’t have kids let alone be a godparent to someone else’s. Not sure what William was thinking.”

Wesker softly chuckled. “I have no intentions...although,” he looked her over again with a dark, suggestive leer. “With the right partner, perhaps I would change my mind.”

It was a deliberate jab to provoke her. Claire glared at him, ignoring her heart that flailed madly in her rib cage after her stomach did a low pitch and rolled. The younger Redfield refused to take the bait, biting her tongue. She didn’t trust how her body reacted to his words at all.

“Whatever. Sherry’s way too sweet to be in the Birkins’ care or yours. She deserves better.”

“She does deserve better.”

Claire was surprised by his words, his eyes lingering on the staircase for a moment before he turned and slightly glared at her. “But life never goes how we expect it to, does it, dear heart?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

She wished her life had just stayed the same, instead of getting caught in this spider web of conspiracy, deception, and blackmail.

Wesker took her necklace into his fingers, rubbing his thumb along the silver feather pendant and turquoise stone. His eyes found hers, and he squeezed the pendant shut in his hand, tugging her towards him using the small chain. So close, Claire's hands braced his solid chest to give her a small buffer.

“And that is why I make sure I hold all the cards and have complete control over my fate. I am no longer the ruled, I am the ruler.” Wesker dipped to whisper in her ear. “And you, dear heart, will help me get even more power.”

His lips grazed her temple as he pulled back, still clenching the necklace and keeping her close. The chill that came over her was more thrilling than she wanted to admit, and according to Wesker’s dark smirk he had sensed it too. Dammit, what the hell is wrong with me?

The doorbell chimed. Claire’s heart nearly burst, relieved in the interruption because she was convinced something was about to happen.

Sherry bounded down the stairs with a bag, the Doberman still tailing her. She paused at the bottom step, noticing Wesker and Claire’s close proximity.

“Did you get everything, darling?” Wesker asked, eyes not leaving Claire’s.

Claire was confused until she heard the soft voice and spotted Sherry coming back into the den. “Yes, Uncle Albert.”

“Good. Get your shoes on.”

Wesker stepped away from Claire, his fingers brushing her collarbone when he let her necklace go. He went to the door and answered it. Annette entered the house, looking mostly the same from when Claire saw her last, except maybe more tired. The older woman paused when she noticed Claire, surprised, but she contained it and shot a suspicious glare to Wesker’s back.

Sherry pulled on her boots after retrieving them from the foyer. She grinned at her mother. “Hi Mommy!”

Annette, distracted, looked between Wesker and Claire, and that made the college student even more uncomfortable. She then presented her daughter with a listless smile.

“Did you behave for Albert?”

“Yes, I did.”

Annette motioned to Claire with the same smile, though with added wariness. “Claire...It’s, uhh, good to see you again.”

In other words she was surprised Claire was still alive. Claire didn’t blame her, although that didn’t make the situation any less awkward. “You too, Annette. You’re daughter is very sweet.”

“Oh, right. Yes...she is.” Annette turned to her daughter just as she cinched the last strap on her boots. “Come along, Sherry. We need to go.”

Sherry got up and shouldered her bag. “All set!”

Annette looked relieved. “Good. Albert, thank you. William will stop by later, assuming he still isn’t at the estate in that ridiculous meeting. Claire...take care. Sherry, let’s go.”

The little girl frowned, glancing between her mother’s retreating back and Wesker and Claire. She sighed, trudging along behind Annette but soon paused and looked back at them.

“Bye, Uncle Albert. Bye, Claire. It was nice meeting you. I hope I get to see you again.”

That hit Claire right in the feels, and she felt torn over it. She wanted away from Wesker, the Birkins, and whatever they were a part of. She wanted her life back to normal, meaning no Sherry. But on the other hand, there was something about the young girl that Claire was drawn to. She wanted to see Sherry again also.

Claire smiled. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again real soon. Take care, Sherry.”

The girl was ecstatic at that, looking the happiest Claire had seen her yet. Annette hollered at her from the door.

“She’s a keeper, Uncle Albert!” Sherry added cheekily before joining her mother.

Claire flushed, paralyzed. Sherry giggled and hugged Odin before leaving with Annette. Once that front door shut, trapping her alone with Albert Wesker, he turned to her with a conceited and, dare she infer, sensual smirk. Her nerves turned to ice, although she suddenly felt feverish.

“I agree, Sherry. She is a keeper.”

Chris, Forest, Brad, Joseph, and Enrico walked back to the STARS office. Chris yawned. It was still early in the morning, but their day had commenced in chaos, having had two different emergencies to deal with. A freeway accident with a tipped over bus and an active shooter in southern Arklay County. None of them had even gotten their morning coffee in them yet.

“Good work, boys. Maybe we can finally take a breather,” Enrico said.

Brad rubbed his back. “Good. I need one.”

Joseph snickered. “What’s wrong, Chickenheart? Your ass still hurting where you busted it on the ice goin’ for cover?”

“Very funny, Joe.”

Forest wrapped his muscular arm around Brad’s neck and scrubbed his knuckles hard into his scalp. “Aw, we’re just fuckin’ with ya, Vickers. You did good!”

Try as he might, Brad couldn’t escape the taller, stronger Bravo member. Finally, Forest let go and dodged a swipe from Brad with a chuckle. The flustered Alpha pilot straightened his yellow vest with a glare to Forest and Joseph. Chris grabbed them both and banged their heads together.

“Knock it off, you dicks,” he said with a grin.

“Thanks, Redfield,” Enrico huffed and gave Frost and Speyer a mild glare. “You two knuckleheads have already given me a damn headache.”

They entered the STARS Office. Richard waved at them from his desk where he filled out a report on his computer.

“Aiken, anymore calls?” Enrico asked.

“No, sir. Been quiet.”

“Good.” Enrico pointed at Joseph. “Frost, go make some coffee and see if there’s anything left from the breakfast bar.”

Joseph groaned. “Why am I always the errand boy?”

“Because you get on my nerves and Wesker’s nerves, that’s why. Now go.”

“You couldn’t tell me while we were downstairs closer to the break room?”

“Nope.”

Joseph muttered under his breath and started to leave the office.

Forest hollered at him just as he sat down at his desk. “Make it extra strong, errand boy!”

Joseph flipped him off as he slipped out the door, earning him a chuckle from his Bravo friend. Brad took a seat next to Richard and Chris went to his own desk. He frowned at the empty desk beside him. Jill’s hat sat on her desk as well as a photo of her Golden Retriever, Bella. It was rare for them to have different days off, but this time of year always had Alpha and Bravo Team’s schedules mixed up.

Before he got busy and forgot again, he opened up the drawer to her desk and dropped a bag of her favorite candy inside. He closed it and signed into his computer. It was strangely quiet in the STARS office. Enrico had locked himself away in Wesker’s office and without Joseph around, the rest of them were quietly doing their work. It was strange to have Wesker, Barry, and Jill missing all in one shift. Kenneth and Edward wouldn’t be in until later.

Brad must’ve read Chris’s mind. “It feels like something’s missing…it’s too quiet.”

Forest snorted. “Course it is! We don’t have Chris and Jill yakking away behind us, no Barry laughing at his own jokes, and no Wesker scolding Frost or barking orders. Enjoy the peace and quiet while it lasts. Won’t be long before Marini gets on our asses again.”

Brad rolled his eyes. “As if you enjoy anything of the sort, Forest.”

“Chris does seem like a sad puppy without Jill around,” Richard noted.

The sharpshooter glared at them. “I’m working. What are you guys doing, exactly?”

He ignored their laughs and entered the license plate number that was on the BMW that he saw at his house yesterday. As the information pulled up, Joseph returned and announced that the coffee was brewing. Forest mumbled something about the STARS office needing to replace the coffee pot that Edward accidentally broke a couple weeks ago and left downstairs to go get some. If anyone left with Forest, Chris didn’t notice, too absorbed in the profile the license plate brought up.

Vehicle is a 1997 BMW M3…everything is up to date…Registered to William Birkin of Raccoon City, Colorado. Chris did a separate search for William Birkin in their database. Not much came up. Age 35. Married. Type O blood. Height: 5’10’’, Weight: 147lbs. Blond hair, blue eyes. Licensed under the Umbrella Corporation as a medical researcher. No records, no flags.

There was a picture on profile, looking to be a few years old, but it was definitely him. He didn’t look threatening, but something just didn’t sit right with Chris. He wondered how Claire could know this man. Surely she wasn’t seeing him romantically as he was married. Claire wasn’t like that. Maybe she didn’t know?

It might not even be like that…don’t jump to conclusions. Jill’s right…this could all be harmless. Maybe he’s just a friend.

Still…he did not like the feeling in his gut looking at the man’s seemingly innocent picture. It was hard to decide if it was his innate instincts as a cop or his overprotective devotion as a big brother. Unfortunately, Chris couldn’t do much else beside keep a closer eye on his sister and see if anything else came on his radar. Claire was still acting strange…hiding something. He was sure this man had something to do with it. Sighing, he closed the profile and got back to his other work. He remained distracted for the rest of the morning.

Before leaving for lunch, Chris had found Ralph Hendricks again and asked his neighbor and fellow brother-in-uniform to keep an eye out for anything else unusual at his house, especially if it involved that silver BMW and the man that drove it. Ralph, sensing Chris’s worry, assured him he would do what he could. That made the older Redfield feel better and drove home to enjoy some lunch with his sister.

He unlocked the door and went inside. Chris usually took his lunch with Jill, and so he was sure Claire would be surprised. The house was warm, but he didn’t see her when he came inside. The television wasn’t on, it was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Sis, you here?” When there came no answer, he hollered again with a frown. “Claire?”

He checked the house. She was gone. Trying to remain calm, Chris thought where she could have gone without the truck. He searched for a note but found none. He had to rationalize this. Maybe a friend came and picked her up...

Or maybe that guy in the BMW?

Chris paced, knowing he was overreacting. He couldn’t call his STARS teammates in to help him look for her once more, especially since last time it turned out she had been just fine. Barry was out of town with Robert, and Wesker would probably wring his neck if he called him on his day off again. He decided that calling Jill would be best. She would talk him down and help him to clear his head.

He picked up the phone with a heavy sigh. If only he could get rid of the terrible feeling in his gut. You have to quit doing this…Claire’s an adult. She’s out there living her life. And you cannot be there to protect her all the time. She knows how to take care of herself. She’s probably just out there having fun. Quit worrying!

Claire was not having fun. This was torture. The silence ate at her, the small, confined space that smelled of leather and his cologne was dizzying. Every nerve under her skin thrummed, from what she didn’t know. Demanding her to move, to escape, to fight. Or perhaps respond to a darker urge she refused to acknowledge, pushed to the farthest corner of her mind.

“You’re more restless than William, and that’s saying something.”

The college student fell out of her thoughts, not realizing she had been so fidgety in the passenger seat of Wesker’s car. His look was that of mild amusement, genuinely less snide than usual.

Claire glared at him. “Can you blame me? Stuck in a car with an evil asshole like you. What are we even doing here anyway?”

“Waiting...some of us more patiently than others.”

“For what?”

“You’ll see.”

He stared out the tinted windows, elbow resting on the side panel of his door with his chin propped on his knuckles. He had taken his sunglasses off again when they had parked here over half an hour ago, observing and waiting patiently. Apparently, this man had the patience of a saint - and Wesker having any saint-like qualities, wasn’t that the epitome of irony?

They were in southern Raccoon, on the east side of Circular River, south of Cider District where all of Raccoon City’s schools were. It was mostly warehouses and old apartment complexes around here. It wasn’t the poorest part of town, but Wesker’s XK8 was out of place in this area, and Claire had no idea what he was waiting for.

Claire had tried to behave, be good like Ada and the Birkins suggested, but her defiance soon got the better of her being stuck in that car with him, with nothing to do but go mad. So she deliberately fidgeted and made noise, anything she thought that would get under his skin.

After a bit, certain that her antics weren’t working, the STARS Captain soon glowered her way. “If you wish to irritate me, perhaps you should take pointers from Will. But let’s be honest here, Ms. Redfield, I know you are above such petty antics. If you have something to say, then say it.”

Claire didn’t break his intimidating gaze, glaring at him in return. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Feel better?”

“I will if I get the chance to kill you.”

Wesker’s smirk knotted her stomach again. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, dear heart.”

Smug prick…

Claire leaned back against her seat, folding her arms. “Why the hell am I even here? Surely, you can ruin someone else’s life without me?”

“I can. But why do that when I have pawns...and pleasant company...like you?” He smiled wryly at her glare. “Don’t worry yourself, my dear. No one will get hurt...today.”

“How can you be like this? My brother and the STARS look up to you, respect you! The city relies on you...Sherry adores you. How can you do this to them? Do you not feel anything?”

Wesker closed his eyes for a moment but remained impassive. “You’re wasting your time trying to understand me, Ms. Redfield.”

Claire wasn’t about to let him dissuade her that easily. She had a feeling her prying would get her in trouble, but damned if trouble wasn’t her middle name. “I have nothing better to do. So...hate the world? Trying to prove something? Issues? Emotional trauma? Revenge?”

She tried to read him for any kind of reaction, even if only minuscule. Though he was probably just a psychopath and nothing more, Claire had a feeling it was more than that. His relationship with the Birkins and apparent physical attraction to her proved that. It was something much deeper. The signs were there, what little the Birkins and Wesker himself had revealed to her.

I am no longer the ruled, I am the ruler. Wesker was obsessed with power and control. Something had to have made him that way.

Unfortunately, if the corrupt STARS Captain gave any reaction to her prying, she had missed it. If only she could read him like William could...

Wesker sighed, as if he heard this all before. “Since I know you are wondering it, I had a standard childhood.”

“Oh yeah? Parents? Siblings?”

He half-rolled his eyes. “My parents died long ago. I have a sister but we were raised separately.”

Now we're getting somewhere!

“That’s not a standard childhood,” Claire stated.

He looked at her and for half a second the college student swore she could see a little into this man’s darkened soul. “You would know, wouldn’t you?”

The nerve he hit was sharp and sudden, like a knife digging underneath her fingernail. She scowled, no longer able to keep his gaze. She should’ve known he would’ve turned it right back around on her.

“Car accident, correct?”

Claire flinched, certain he would ridicule her for her loss and heartache on the subject. “Yeah.”

Say it...I dare you! Just give me a reason to pound your face in...

“I’m sorry, dear heart.”

Claire’s head snapped to gape at him so fast, she nearly gave herself whiplash. Completely taken by shock, he didn’t present her with anything further on the words she would have never thought to ever hear come out of his mouth, let alone sincerely.

“Ah, right on time,” Wesker eventually said after a long bout of silence. “You see that man crossing the street ahead?”

Claire suppressed the turmoil of thoughts swirling in her head over their recent conversation and looked. She did see someone crossing the street; a younger man, tall and skinny, wearing mostly black, baggy clothes. He looked like a typical hoodlum, covered in tattoos, a cigarette lazily poking out from his lips.

“Yeah.”

“He will get inside that parked Ford Taurus. I need for you to join him.”

“What? I don’t even know the guy!”

Sure enough, the hoodlum got into the driver side of the parked car just up ahead.

Wesker looked to her, lips twitching in amusement. “He’s expecting you, dear heart. Just say ‘not the gravy’ and he will do the rest.”

Claire gawked at him. “Not...the gravy? Are you kidding me?”

Wesker sighed. “Do I wish I was. William’s code, not mine.”

“Oh…” she mumbled. She wasn’t really surprised since it was William. Still, she wasn’t fond of the idea of sitting in the car of a total stranger with no weapon on her. Granted, she was sure she could pummel the guy easily enough, but one couldn’t be too careful.

Wesker must have sensed her unease. “The sooner you do this, the sooner we can leave. Meaning one step closer to you going home. Trust me, Claire, as long as I have you, no one will touch a hair on your head.”

Unless it’s your Russian Colonel friend, right?

The Devil might as well have been telling her to trust him. Still, there was something about his tone that did make her feel a little safer...a little. The younger Redfield slowly opened the door to the black luxury car and stepped out.

Taking a deep breath, really wishing she could have her gun or knife on her, she walked down the slushy sidewalk. A lot of the snow had melted from the sun being out for a couple of days, but more snow - and cloudy gloominess - was inbound. The dropping temps tonight would for sure turn this slush into more ice.

Reaching the car, Claire slowly pulled the handle to the passenger door and slipped inside. The interior was ragged and smelled of cigarette smoke. The guy had been sitting patiently this whole time with his hands in his pockets. He looked at her, only mild surprise coming over him and he gave her a one-over. If Claire had to guess, this seemingly normal looking hoodlum was an informant of some kind.

Claire sighed. “Not the gravy.”

The guy nodded, eyes scanning around them for a moment before he reached inside his coat and pulled out a small white envelope. He offered it to her. Claire studied it for a couple of heartbeats and then grabbed it. When she tried to pull it away, he tightened his hold on it.

“They only stayin’ for another week. If he gonna hit ‘em, he better hit ‘em fast.”

Claire swallowed. “Got it.”

The informant let the envelope go. He reached up and turned the keys to his ignition. Claire was sure that was her signal to leave and got out of the car. She barely shut the door before the sedan pulled away from the curb, loud music blaring even through the rolled up windows. Claire watched him go for only a second before turning and going back to Wesker’s car.

Once she was back inside his much nicer vehicle, shutting the door to contain the warmth from the heater, she immediately presented him the envelope. The STARS Captain took it, their fingers brushing, and Claire wasn’t sure whether he deliberately did it or not. He had already placed his sunglasses back on.

“He said they are only staying for a week and if you are going to hit them, you better do it fast.”

Wesker smirked as he opened the envelope and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. He unfolded it and read through it while Claire remained quiet, waiting.

“Hmm, interesting,” he mused. “I may get to cut the head off of more than one snake.”

Claire had no idea what he was planning or who it involved, but she knew it meant people were going to get hurt or killed. Or exploited if Wesker had his way. These “snakes” had to be problems or threats to him somehow. Or perhaps obstacles to a bigger prize. Her stomach soured just thinking about what he could do to these people, innocent or not.

All she knew was that she was sitting right next to her snake. And it was constricting around her, each new coil making it harder to breath, pulling her closer, poised to strike with venomous fangs. Claire had heard plenty of rattlesnakes growing up. She didn’t hear a rattler, but she sure felt the same cold weight of dread plummet in her stomach hearing one often produced.

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