#thor arranged marriage

[iciclethor]

thor laufeyson and his betrothed loki odinson

jotun thor for thor week 2024

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[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Twisted Love pt 5

Loki x reader

Pairing: Loki x Wife reader

Warnings: Forced marriage, language, anxiety, panic attacks, if I forgot anything please let me know!

Summary: Loki Leaves for the hunt and your left to your own devices.

A.N Sorry it’s been so long loves!! The writers block was hitting hard but the Loki show revived me lol, hope you enjoy this chapter!

"No your highness, you should wear this. It's tradition after all"

You glanced over to the wardrobe where Adessa held out a silky dress of emerald.

"Tradition to wear green?" You tilted your head.

She smiled nodding her head, "No, not quite, but it is tradition to wear your husbands colors on the days of the hunt" she pulled you towards the screen and slid the fabric to you. Knowing you liked privacy.

“Oh I see" for some reason that made you feel a bit embarrassed but you slid off your sleep clothes and complied anyway.

Luckily last night your exhaustion won over so you didn't lie nervously overthinking from Loki being so close for too long.

Although you had been anxious, you actually didn't hate that he slept next to you. It was sort of nice to not sleep alone.

You stepped out and Adessa nodded approvingly. "Now for the finishing touches, she pulled you towards a small chest on the ground and pulled out a few golden accessories.

"There, now there's just one more thing..." she shuffled in the chest some more and her hands pulled out a small dainty golden headpiece that had two protruding horns.

"Adessa do I have to wear that...?" You eyed the crown carefully. It wasn't that you didn't like the headpiece. Quite opposite actually because the piece shimmered gorgeously and you loved how the design was subtle and elegant all at once. The problem however was that is was a version of Lokis own Horn crown and for some reason that made you shy.

"Yes you do, it's the law" you gave a her a look.

"Ok so it's not the law but still, you'll look lovely with it on and his majesty won't be able to resist."

That doesn't make me feel any better...

Reluctantly you nodded, knowing she wouldn't give up any time soon.

"Alright now you're ready, let's go!" she pushed you excitedly out of the tent before you could even mentally prepare yourselves.

The guards at the entrance bowed slightly when you appeared then proceeded to escort you.

You eyed Adessa nervously.

"Don't worry, we are just going to see off the hunting parties" she whispered then fell into step behind you. You nodded and tried not to shrink away when you saw people stop to look at you.

You knew that everything, even you being escorted was all part of the big show.

Even the trail you walked was lined with petals.

Ok this was nearing on being ridiculous now...

"This way your highness" one of the guards motioned to an open area where you could see in the distance Loki, Thor and the rest of the royal family. They were all clad in lavish armor, in their respective colors.

You gulped when you neared closer and gained their attention.

"Her royal highness" the guards stepped aside and left you exposed.

With a shaky smile you bowed and walked closer. Frigga was the first to greet you.

“My dear you look absolutely lovely” she pulled you to stand next to her which you were grateful of.

You bowed your head slightly to the all father, and Thor and when your eyes met Loki you sucked in a breathe. His eyes were not on you but rather roaming from bottom to top.

Perhaps you should have fought Adessa harder, did he think this was too much?

When he did finally look up he averted his gaze quickly and you felt you had upset him somehow.

"Loki doesn't she look absolutely stunning" you flushed at her sudden teasing. Frigga why...

You hesitantly looked to him awaiting his answer,

he cleared his throat, "Yes she does" although he was basically forced to say it it still made you fluttery and nervous all the same.

"Now then let's not waste another moment" Odin suddenly announced stepping in front of everyone.

"Good luck my dears” Frigga gave her sons a nod then turned to you with an encouraging nod.

“G-good Luck Loki” you felt butterflies flutter in your stomach, had his name always sounded so smooth on your tongue?

He gave you a small nod then turned around with the others and made their way out of the camp.

“Now how about some breakfast?” The Queen smiled and offered her arm.

“That sounds lovely” you followed her through the makeshift camp, eyes leaving Lokis disappearing figure reluctantly.

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“My Lady I wonder if I might ask a favor of you…”

You perked up from your laying position under the shade of a beautiful bay lily tree.

“Of course, what is it?” You eyed the slightly blushing girl curiously.

“Well um you see, this camp is close to an old dear friends place of mine and well I’d hate to miss the opportunity to see her while I’m here um…would it be alright if I took the next few hours off? Of course I’ll have someone look after you in my stead!”

A smirk formed on your lips. “Well of course, we can’t keep your dear “friend” waiting now can we?”

“Here” you handed her the thick cloak that lay at your side. “It’s been getting colder I’ve noticed, oh and don’t worry about getting back to me too soon, enjoy your time, take tomorrow off as well if you wish, I’ll be just fine here on my own.” You smiled encouragingly. Honestly you felt a little uneasy at the thought of not having her nearby but you could tell she needed a break. Preparations for the hunt have been running everyone ragged.

She practically jumped on you with joy,” Oh my Sweet benevolent gracious Lady! You are truly a gem among rocks!!”

“Alright alright, you’d best save that sweet talk for your friend hm?” You jutted your head towards the camp entrance.

“Now go on before it gets dark, and I mean it about not rushing back, I don’t want you walking back at night, it’s not safe. Come back during daylight tommorow ok?”

“Ok mother will do, I’ll alert one of the maids so they can-“

“N-no that’s not necessary, I’ll be ok on my own”

“But how could I possibly leave you with no one to assist you?”

“Honestly I’ll be alright, I’m just going to be laying here reading anyway. And I am more than capable of dressing myself for bed.”

She looked like she wanted to protest but you playfully pushed her along and she reluctantly agreed. “Well alright… but if you need anything ask for Felice, she’s very sweet and keeps her nose where it belongs.

“Alright, I will, have fun”

“Oh I will my Lady, don’t you worry” she winked before practically sprinting out the camp.

You laughed quietly after her, the sun was still high in the sky and everyone seemed to have something to do but you. Sighing you threw your book aside and decided to stretch your legs.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mathis and some other guards helping unload crates off a carriage.

Frowning you spun the other direction away from him and began walking mindlessly.

It was amazing how this area was once just forest and now it looked like a mini city.

Luckily everyone was occupied so no guards followed you. One thing you took for granted in your old life was freedom of well… freedom.

In the palace you didn’t leave your room that often and when you did a guard was beside you wherever you went.

You quickened your steps until you reached the outskirts of the camp. There was practically no one there and you felt you could finally relax, truly relax.

Your eyes scanned the forest line, dozens of tall beautiful trees lined the area. Valheim didn’t have beautiful foliage like this, or maybe it did, it’s not like you really had a chance to go on vacation.

You spent several moments standing there breathing in the crisp air.

Your thoughts traveled to Loki and wondered how he was faring. In all your time together you’d only seen him composed and elegant, you couldn’t exactly picture him covered in blood and taking down a wolf. Or perhaps he’d opt for a bow instead of his golden blades.

The area was too peaceful to leave so soon so you decided to explore a bit more. You followed a small opening between two trees that formed a natural trail.

You kicked off your shoes and sighed happily feeling the soft grass caress your feet.

You started to pick flowers along the way, maybe you’d bring a bundle back for Frigga. Or maybe that would seem not proper? Picking wildflowers like common folk. Oh well you’d pick them anyway and decide later since they were so pretty.

Maybe you’d make perfume for yourself out of them…

Before you knew it you had a picked enough flowers to fill a shop, your dress wrappings conveniently formed the perfect basket.

The dimming of the sky caught your attention.

Perhaps you should be getting back before anyone worries about your absence.

You are just about to turn back when a sudden howl has you frozen to the spot.

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Ok so a bit of a short chapter but I’ve already begun writing the next one! Please let me know what you think:)

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Guarded Heart

Masterlist

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

I tried to keep my reader as generic as possible but like always she's female and taller than average.

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky x Natasha, Reader x Thor

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

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[tinkertoysdamn]

It's Saturday! It's time for the second half of Thorquill smut on Ao3. Have at it!

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[thot-son-of-odin]

Consort Thor meets Crown Prince Loki of Jotunheim

(is this a series now? i think it is)

#I wanted to play off of arranged marriage tropes I see very often in this fandom #specifically about how Loki is so often half naked #and Thor is like fully clothed #and also how it’s always Loki that’s the consort #so guess what this is the opposite of that <3 #Thor is the half naked one covered in gold xoxo #thor #thorki #my art #should I make a tag for the consort au??? #consort thor au (because he deserves to wear gold)

[nostalgia-tblr]

in fic news i realised that i've accidentally commited myself to several scenes of jotunn!sylvie porn rather than just the one that i'd initially added mainly for the weirdness factor

#oops #having stupidly made a point of her hiding the blue i need to let the blue run free by the time they get to the happy ending don't i? #on the plus side this is a happy ending where nobody has to kill thor! ...because he already died before the fic even started :( #The Sylki Arranged Marriage AU #i also have to carefully make sure they don't kiss at any point during the 3 1/2 sex scenes that take place before their first kiss #another of my stupid decisions (so far) is a subplot that might enrage all three of the loki/sigyn shippers #my outline is for 16 chapters but i have the nagging suspicion that civil wars should last longer than sex scenes so...??? #(yeah i read a lot about the wars of the roses but i skip most of the boring bits about battles and that sort of shit) #(i am there for THE DRAMA. for the SOAP OPERA. just tell me who died this time so i can update my chart of Dramatic Persons) #(that's english for Dramatis Personae. or at least it should be. the more Dramatic persons are nearer the top of such lists aren't they?) #(anyway this fic isn't about the wars of the roses but one of the chapter titles is The Kingmaker which was an accidental pun btw) #(how accidental? well i only just this moment realised that it's a pun if that gives you some idea of how well-planned this fic is) #none of that shit's in the next chapter tho that one's about frigga being a bitch and sif being hot LOLOLOLOL YOLO OR SOMETHING

[honeyhhearted]

Hold My Hand - Chapter 4

Previous Chapter / Start from the beginning

Read on AO3

Warnings: Arguing/Fighting

A/N: THANK YOU for holding tight while i've been drafting. i am so sorry it's taking me so long between chapters, i work full time and have severe ADHD, so i find myself so burned out so quickly. i'm working on it :)

Fic summary: When a young village girl begins to exhibit magic she should not wield, the Firm takes her in as one of their own, to be trained and raised as Princess of Asgard. (Or the one where Loki meets his match and falls head over heels (and is embarrassed about it).)

Chapter summary: You have an unfortunate run in with your new betrothed...and it doesn't go well, to say the least.

Word was sent to your parents of your new arrangement as Thor led you to your chambers. The silence was suffocating as your mind ran a mile a minute.

How would this arrangement work? Did Prince Loki know? Was this his doing? Why would they set you up with the Prince, rather than punishing you? Your stomach swirled. What would your life be like with him? Would he be cruel? Would he take pity on you?

“My lady,” Thor began, his voice filled with discomfort. He came to a stop in the center of the hall and turned to you. “I apologize that this has been sprung on you.” You cleared your throat, head beginning to pound as you shoved back the tears you wanted nothing more than to let fall. You wrung your hands as you looked up at him. “Thank you, your Highness…I am just overwhelmed. Does Prince Loki know?”

His eyes dropped. “I do not know.”

Your chest tightened. The Prince was not told about his arranged marriage. And I am here to bear the brunt of his inevitable anger.

“If I may ask, my Prince–” You started. Thor raised a hand. “Please. You will be my sister soon, no matter the situation. Call me Thor.”

You nodded, appreciating that Thor seemed to be genuine and kind. “If I may ask, Thor, do you believe Prince Loki will be angry?” Thor’s face was grim. “I am unsure, but…” His face twisted into a grimace. “I believe so. But if he is a good man at all, he will not blame you.” You hoped so. Thor walked you the rest of the way to your rooms in silence, though slightly more comfortable than before. - Your chambers were amazing. The floors were marble, with gold detailing and fixtures. A large, plush bed with a light pink canopy sat against a floor length mirror facing the cities and gardens below. You observed the other furnishings in awe as you stepped into the room. An attached bathroom held a bathtub the size of a pool. You were overwhelmed as you took it all in. Yesterday, you’d woken up as a poor girl in the outskirts of the village; a family shunned for your oddities. You could never have believed that in less than twenty-four hours, you would be a ward of the Royal Family, arranged to marry their youngest son. Though your fate as the wife of the cruel son was unbearable, you knew that this was the better path for your life to take. The Norns would not have sent you here if you were destined to suffer in this place. There must be some reason your life so drastically changed. You spent the remaining time in your afternoon outside. Thor had left you with the knowledge of how to get to the gardens if you wanted to explore the palace grounds, so you’d figured it best to familiarize yourself with the layout of the wing you resided in and its surrounding area. Your walk was peacefully quiet, the occasional member of the housekeeping staff passing by you and nodding politely. You would adjust to having staff cater to you, but it was surreal to be treated like you were anything but the village pariah. When you reached the gardens, you drank in the view. Rows of ornamental shrubs and flower arrangements, gardeners tending to the plants all over. You walked through slowly, enjoying the soft fragrances carried by the breeze. Deciding you needed a moment to take in your new surroundings, you followed a path deeper into the garden, leading to a secluded area with a small bench for you to rest on. You sat, sighing. Looking out past the greenery, you drank in the kingdom of Asgard in its entirety. The view of the village, the city line, people moving about their daily lives as small as ants from where you sat. It almost made you feel smaller, to realize that you had always just been part of an almost anonymous whole. To see everyone now, small specks in your view, set your new path in perspective. How many times did the King and Queen sit in these gardens, looking down at their subjects? How often did any member of the royal family enjoy watching the village like children staring at farm animals through slats in the fences? You heard a snap sound from behind you. Whirling around on the bench, you met a pair of green eyes looking sharply down at you. “You are the one my parents have decided I will settle down for?” His voice was sharp, dripping with venom. “How pathetic.” You stood quickly, running your clammy hands down the front of your skirt. “Prince Loki. My name is-” “I do not care for your name. Do not assume I care for you at all, girl. You are merely a pawn in my father’s games, and I refuse to play along this time. I merely wanted to get a look at you, and I see now that there is not much to see.” His eyes roam over you with disinterest. Your cheeks heated as your heart pounded in your chest. You felt a stinging behind your eyes and tried to blink away the beginning of tears before he could notice. “I apologize, your Highness, but I have as little choice in the matter as you do. The Allfather-” “The Allfather does not speak for me. And I will see to it that this is rectified immediately.” With that, Loki turned and stalked out of the garden. You pressed a shaking hand to your chest, exhaling slowly. You felt your heart thumping under your chest as you were filled with a sharp sense of unease. You had known that the Prince had a temper, and could be downright unpleasant, but the way his eyes had roamed over your body like you were nothing cut through you. When he was finally gone, you allowed yourself the moment to cry, hot tears spilling over your cheeks. This life is not the one you wanted for yourself. Of course, you were not stupid. You knew this would be difficult. You knew your life was never meant to be a happy one, being born with a curse such as yours. But you never could have imagined that being brought into the palace, something that every other Asgardian would view as a blessing, would be something so miserable. You decided to walk back to your chamber, eyes puffy and red. You just wanted the day to be over, to have a reprieve from the awful day you have had thus far. Of course, you have never been one to experience good luck, and you walked straight into Thor on your return. You slammed into each other, knocking you off balance. He reached for you, straightening you before you could fall. You see him scan you for injury, landing on your puffy face. “What happened, my lady?” He asked, voice full of concern. His gentleness in contrast to the abrasive cruelty of his brother spurred on another round of tears, and you let out a sob. He hushed you, guiding you into another room and seating you at a small bench. When you are able to calm down, you recount the conversation you’d had with Loki in the gardens. You watched as Thor’s face turned from surprise to disappointment and anger as his brother’s behavior. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to speak poorly of him,” You started, hiccuping. “But I do not understand what I’ve done wrong.” He shook his head. “You have done nothing wrong. My brother’s words are meant to hurt. He knows destruction and how to bring it, and he lashed out at you. You did not deserve that. I will not speak to him about this, my lady. But I must inform my parents of his behavior.” You nodded, sniffling again. “Thank you, Thor. I appreciate your comfort and understanding.” “You do not need to thank me. It is only the right thing to do.” Thor guided you back to your chamber as he made small talk about the palace grounds. You told him of your visit into the gardens before your confrontation with Loki, and how beautiful you found it. He seemed pleased. In your room, exhausted, you decided it would be for the best to lay down. Despite the fact that the sun had not yet set, you could not imagine being forced to face the rest of the day.

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You woke in the morning to the sun illuminating the room. For a moment, you could almost hear your father’s humming, or your mother’s soft rustling as she moved about the house trying not to wake you. Then your surroundings settled on you, and you sighed as you blinked up at the ceiling with watery eyes. A soft knock at the door persuaded you out of bed. You stretched, standing and feeling the cool tile beneath your feet. You padded to the door, opening it tentatively to see a small girl who looked to be part of the palace staff. She gave you a small smile, curtsying. “Good morning, my lady. Are you well?” She asked. “Y-Yes, I am,” You say, awkwardly. She seemed to sense your discomfort. “My name is Camille. I am tasked to be your lady-in-waiting.” She shifted on her feet, wringing her hands. Your stomach turned. You didn’t want to make the poor girl uncomfortable, but the idea of having someone assigned to cater to you felt wrong. You sighed quietly, forcing a smile. “I’m sorry. I was unaware,” You said, trying your best to look reassuring. “Please, come in.” She gave you a small, hesitant smile, entering the room. She walked toward a door to the left, opening it wide and stepping in. Inside was a large wardrobe room. As you followed her, your jaw dropped at the sheer size of it. The room was the size of your family home, full of casual dresses and gowns, shoes, and accessories you could never have even dreamed of owning before. “While you were away yesterday, Her Majesty had us stock your wardrobe. The size is approximated, as you seem to be similar to Her Majesty in stature, but if anything does not suit you, please let us know.” She explained, motioning to the hanging dresses. “I will go over with you the dress occasions, but you will never have to worry. When it is time for a particular event that requires dress assistance, I and my co-lady, Lille, will be here with you.” Your head spun. Still taking in the room, her words only served to overwhelm you. You knew nothing about how to dress as a member of Asgard’s high society. What if you made a fool of yourself, or worse, embarrassed the Royal Family at an important engagement? Camille seemed to sense your nerves. She rested a gentle hand on your forearm. “I know it’s a lot to take in, my lady. But I promise, we are here to help you.” You nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you,” You croaked. “I’m sorry. I just…I am not yet used to this.” She smiled at you. “I understand. If I may, my lady, can I familiarize you with your options? Please stop me if you have any questions.”

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After what felt like an eternity, reviewing corseted versus non-corseted gowns, day dresses, evening gowns, riding gear, shoes…your head felt tight. Camille was extremely helpful, answering all of the questions you had. But still, it felt like so much to take in. With her assistance, you had chosen a simple day dress, pale yellow and simple. She directed you to the main hall, where meals were held, for breakfast. You ran into Thor at the entrance to the hall, and relief filled you. You weren’t looking forward to entering the hall alone. His face brightened. “Good morning! I trust you slept well?” His voice boomed. You smiled back at him. “Good morning, Thor. I did, thank you.” He nodded, pleased. Offering you his arm, he turned toward the door. “Shall we head inside?” You took his arm gratefully. “We shall.”

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Breakfast was…awkward. Odin sat at the head of the table, his face stern. Frigga, to his right, and Thor, to his left, looked at the empty chair beside Thor in exasperation. You sat beside the Queen, fiddling with your hands beneath the table. All of your plates remained untouched. Loki was late. Again, if their exasperation could be interpreted properly. Odin sighed, a low rumbling sound. “The boy does not show respect in even the most mundane of moments. It is a wonder he even fulfills his general duties at all.” Frigga shook her head. “He will show. A lack of faith in him only serves to push his behavior further.” “You think this is a result of lack of faith? This is insolence at its finest, a show of disrespect toward the very simple rules we ask him to follow. Thor has no issue with them, yet the boy persists in defying me.” Odin’s voice hardened. “Please, dear,” Frigga said, “Do not pit your sons against each other in that way. Loki will show.” As if on cue, the doors swung open, echoing to the table. Loki, with a smug smile curling his lips, strode to the table. He sat beside Thor, staring at Odin defiantly. “Good morning, everyone,” He spoke smoothly, beginning to gather food on his plate. He ate slowly, tearing a piece of toast and slathering it with jam before looking around the table. “Oh,” He started mockingly, “you all didn’t have to wait for me.” Odin’s neck strained, his brow furrowed. “You disrespect the palace staff, you disrespect your post, you disrespect your family. Is there nothing that you are willing to do? Do you even think to behave yourself?” You sat silently, looking firmly down at your hands. You didn’t want to be involved in this conflict, and you feared if he noticed you, really noticed you, he would do it by force. You didn’t understand why Loki’s tardiness was so important, but you were not going to question it. Loki sneered. “My apologies, Father. But perhaps I have better things to do than posture as the obedient son. I stand in for mischief, after all.” Odin’s voice tightened. “It should not be posturing. You are a Prince, and you need to start acting like one.” “Or what?” Loki challenged. “Loki, please,” Frigga started, her voice pleading, but Odin’s voice filled the room. His fist slammed on the table, rattling the dishware. You flinched, looking up. “I will not tolerate your disrespect any longer, Loki! You are not here for-” “Odin!” Frigga exclaimed over him. “Do not continue this here. Please.” Loki’s face was frozen, contemplative. “What am I here for, Father? I am an heir to the throne of Asgard. I will fulfill my duties as needed, but I will not be your pawn.” His eyes flicked to you, and you felt your heart seize. “Particularly in terms of the joke of a marriage you are trying to impose on me.” Frigga placed a soft hand on your upper arm. “Loki…we were told of your behavior and, ahem,” She cleared her throat delicately, “opinions of this arrangement.” He rolled his eyes. “Of course, the golden boy came running to Mother and Father, didn’t he, after the pathetic thing told her woes?” Thor tensed. “Brother. Your cruelty is needless. Your ire at me is allowable, but not toward her.” “You defend this wretched woman, support her weaseling her way into our family? I am not surprised by your nobility, brother, you have always wanted to be the knight to every weak maiden you encounter. But you, father, I am surprised at.” He bared his teeth. “I mean really, to think that this woman,” He spat at you, and you could hear your own heart pounding, “is doing nothing more than plotting her way into a Prince’s bed is pointless. I’m sure her family will be pleased to have a Princess for a daughter, no less-” “That is enough.” Your own voice shocked you, hard and unwavering. “How dare you speak of my family. You know nothing, you arrogant, spiteful, disrespectful man. My family is cursed because of me. Because of my ability. It is a curse, and you will not sit here and spit on them and spit on the sacrifices they made for me.” You blinked away traitorous tears, pulling in a shuddering breath as your anger consumed you. “You have disrespected me, you made me feel like I was nothing but a speck beneath your shoe, and I can take that. I am not unfamiliar with men who believe themselves to be wolves when really they are small and pathetic and insecure in themselves. But do not disrespect my family.” The table was silent for a moment. Thor looked at you in shock at your outburst, Odin’s face arranged in a similar way. Frigga beside you kept her face composed, but you noticed a slight tick in her cheek. You glared at Loki, your ragged, angry breathing filling the room, before he smirked at you, raising an eyebrow. “She has claws, I see.” He spoke. “Glad to know you at least will have a backbone.” With that, Loki stood, the sound of his chair scraping on the floor echoing on the walls. “I will take my leave.” You let out all of the air in your lungs as soon as the door slammed shut behind him.

#loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki x reader #loki x you #loki/reader #thor odinson #loki laufeyson #arranged marriage #enemies to lovers #ao3 fic #fanfiction #hold my hand #honeyhhearted

[invisible-hand]

The Serpent's Kiss, my fic for the 2022 @thorkibigbang with art by @midnottart is up!

❄️ Jotun Thor/Aesir Loki political marriage AU

❄️ 55k, already written, will update twice weekly

❄️ Explicit, slow burn, angst with a happy ending

❄️ Politics! Intrigue! Age difference! Direwolves!

Summary

Loki is the second child of Asgard’s imperial throne, the unwanted spare who can do no right in his father, Odin's, and sister, Hela's, eyes. Thor is Jotunheim’s fiercest defender against Aesir conquest, its army general, Laufey’s first child, crown prince…and long time object of Loki’s youthful obsession. When Loki’s rash actions throw the two realms’ delicate peace negotiations into disarray, he is forced to marry the Jotun prince, tearing control of his future—and maybe even his very bodily autonomy—out of his hands, and making a mockery of his dream of having Thor, which he is determined to escape at any cost.

While Thor…his dreams carry portents, and this time he dreamt he embraced a serpent, and that embrace brought not only peace, but something more.

#thorki #thunderfrost #thor x loki #loki x thor #jotun thor #thorki fic #arranged marriage #aesir loki #thorki big bang 2022 #thorki big bang #thorki au

[mxaether]

I had the pleasure of getting to participate in @marvel-arranged-marriage-bang with @hanitrash who wrote the amazing

That Which is Written Among the Cloud and Stars

….I promise there’s something I’m not allowed to post on tumblr if you read it

#steve rogers #Thor odinson #thundershield #marvel arranged marriage bang #my art #I love hani #uh #I hate tagging things #fml

[monster-cock69]

arranged marriage and mermaid au where peter and thor used to be friends when they were little and then war broke out. after the war went on so long, the only reasonable decision was to end it by uniting the royal families

#spiderthor #i think thats the name #mermaid au #mermaid peter #royalty au #arranged marriage au #peter parker #thor #spiderman #avengers #marvel #prompt #someone please write this

[letstalkaboutshtufff]

Twisted Love Masterlist 🖤💚

Summary: Over the years tensions between Asgard and Valheim had continued to rise. In the hope's of establishing peace, the kings arranged a political marriage between their two children, Loki of Asgard and Y/N of Valheim. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until she decided to run away before the wedding. And now you, her personal servant was forced to take her place...

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Taglist

#loki fic #loki x reader #loki x reader arranged marriage #arranged marriage #forced marriage #angst #fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #tom hiddelson #loki x you #self insert #wife reader #romance #love #imagine #marvel #thor #loki imagine #loki show #funny #mcu x reader

[missvelvetsstuff]

Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky x Nat, Reader x Thor

Mob AU, arranged marriage

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business and give him an heir but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

Warnings: swearing, angst, arranged marriage, infidelity, slow burn, dirty thought and talk, smut.

I tried to keep my reader as generic as possible but like always she's female and taller than average.

Chapter 2

Chapter notes: This has a bit of smut. I realized I haven't been very responsible about encouraging safe sex. To be fair I've been in a long time committed relationship and had my tubes tied a number of years ago so it's not something I think about. However, I lost two of my closest friends to AIDS and condoms would have saved one of them.

So be safe, it ain't worth dying for.

In case you missed it just a taste of SMUT AHEAD

18+ ONLY

The day after that luncheon, Y/N was in the barn office when she received a text from an unknown number-

*Good morning Doll, hope you slept well.

She grinned, thinking about last nite and this morning with Thor. His skill in bed was godlike. She shook her head and replied to the text

*Who is this and how did you get my number?

The response

*This is Bucky

She furrowed her brow

*Who the hell is Bucky?

*Sorry, James but you can call me either one.

I thought we should get together, I have a ring for you and we should at least start planning the engagement party. It's expected.

She sighed

*I suppose you're right. How about brunch on Sunday? Leave her behind

Bucky shook his head, Nat wasn't gonna like this.

*sure, I know a great place. I'll pick you up at 10?

*11 would be better, I'll be at the barn from 5-10. Unless you don't care if i shower.

Bucky got distracted for a moment thinking of her in the shower. Nat really isn't gonna like this, he was already fantasizing about Y/N, even last nite when he was with Nat. There was just something about her.

*11 is fine, please shower it's a nice restaurant and I have a reputation to maintain.

*Only for you, Jamie. I'll see you Sunday.

Jamie? What the hell was that? it just came out and she hit send before she could catch herself. She shook her head, no little pet names, she was not falling in love with this guy, this was business. So what if he was drop dead gorgeous with those blue eyes she could drown in and plush pink lips she wanted to kiss.

Nope, nope, nope...not doing this. Falling in love was out of the question and he already had someone. Just business. And maybe a little lust.

Jamie? Bucky wondered. Where did that come from? He shrugged, he's been called worse by women. It's kind of cute. Nat would hate that too, he hoped their relationship was strong enough to bear this marriage but he had his doubts.

Nat came out of the bathroom hair still dripping, wrapped in a towel "What are you grinning about moya lyubov(my love)?"

Bucky jumped, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts, wondering how Y/N would sound moaning 'Jamie' while he was deep inside her, that he didn't hear Nat.

He shook his head and grabbed Nat to help with the results of his fantasizing "Just thinking of you, baby. We have to be quick, almost time to meet dad for breakfast."

Nat smiled and dropped her towel.

30 minutes later they hurried out of his place to meet his father for breakfast at his parents townhouse.

When they arrived George Barnes walked out to the car with a big grin on his face. "I hear that lunch went well. Y/N is quite the beauty, son. She has been raised in the life and is a very strong woman from all I have heard. I think this will be a good match, yes?"

Bucky nodded, "I think so." And smiled. "I'm taking her for brunch on Sunday so I'll need the ring. We are going to plan our engagement party.

Nat scowled but kept quiet.

George ignored Nat, like he usually did. He couldn't understand why his oldest son picked her for his right hand when his adopted brother, Steve, would have made more sense. He had let it go but had hopes that Y/N would be a better match for his son and help him get over this silly rebellion with Nat.

"Of course, son, your mother has the ring.

Let's go inside before your mother comes out and yells at both of us."

They went up the steps into the house and headed for the kitchen where Bucky's mom, Winnifred or Winnie, was making breakfast.

Bucky walked up behind her and kissed her cheek "Ma, you don't have to make a big breakfast time I come over. You could get a cook and take some stress off of yourself. Or we could go out for breakfast."

Winnie turned around and hugged her son "Don't be silly. Cooking relaxes me and I have to make sure you get a healthy meal once in awhile."

She finished the French toast she was making and handed him a plate "Here, take this to the table. You need to sit down and tell me about this girl."

When they entered the dining room she saw Nat sitting at the table and tensed "Natasha" Nat nodded

Winnie also hoped her son would get over whatever he had with Nat. She just wasn't good for her son. Their partying was legendary and he needed to grow up.

Winnie waited until everyone sat down and started eating before she spoke up again "So. Tell me about this girl, Y/N, right? Her reputation is horse crazy, charity queen. If she's not with her horses she's heading up fundraisers for mostly children and animal charities. I met her once but it was brief, she's lovely and very well spoken although a bit snarky at times.

What do you think?"

Bucky smiled thinking of Y/N "She was more than a bit snarky but it was more casual than when you met her. She's beautiful and was sweet but doesn't seem to be one that puts up with others bullshit. She's strong, for sure. The troubles she had awhile back would have brought that out. I think she was probably more woman than Zemo could handle, honestly."

Winnie smiled, she saw the look on his face, her son was smitten even if he didn't realize it yet. She also saw the look on Nats face, brow drawn, teeth clenched. Good, let her stew. Winnie never trusted Nat, something wasn't right with the way she just showed up a few years ago and bewitched him, for lack of a better term.

"She sounds like quite a woman. I'm looking forward to meeting her."

Bucky nodded "You'll meet her at the Christmas party since it's coming up soon. Can I get the ring? We have a brunch date on Sunday and figured we might as well get things rolling."

"Of course. I'll get it for you after we eat.

Why don't you announce your engagement at the party? Or if you want to get everyone's attention you could propose there."

Once they finished eating and cleared the table, Winnie left them to their business.

George asked his son "How did your talk with her father go?

Bucky nodded "It went pretty well. He was a bit greedy but I was able to help him see his errors. Both families stand to increase our profits with the plans we discussed. Once he's gone, his territories will merge with ours. We'll be the most powerful family in the state."

George nodded and smiled "I knew you were ready for this.

What about her? Did she have any demands?"

"A few but they weren't unreasonable. The main points were that her horses come first and don't flaunt any other women and make a fool of her. She's pretty involved in the community and multiple charities so I get that. Most of the rich, charity women are bored housewives and will latch onto any potential gossip. We don't need any of that drama anyhow so at least I know she's careful about that." Bucky explained.

"I need to find a house with horse facilities, before the wedding and she wants a sizable allowance but nothing we can't handle."

George nodded "I've heard worse demands. That Dolores-"

Bucky cut him off "I know dad, that's one of the many reasons I'm not marrying her."

"But you did think about it. That girl must be a demon in the sack to cloud your mind like she did." George glanced at Nat, who was practically steaming at the talk of Bucky with other women.

Bucky laughed "Obviously not good enough to keep me enthralled."

Nat stood up abruptly "Excuse me" she gritted out and stomped away.

George shook his head "I see Natasha isn't taking all this very well. Maybe you should reconsider her as your right hand before you marry Y/N. She might cause trouble and besides you know Steve would be a better choice. Hell even Sam would-"

Bucky snapped "Damnit dad could we not go through this for the millionth time? Nat's my right hand and that's that." He calmed down and then forced out "I love her" Bucky wasn't sure who he was trying to convince his father or himself but he wasn't feeling it today.

George laughed "That's not very convincing but I'll let it go for now. You just keep an eye on her and don't let her hurt Y/N."

When Nat returned they went on to go over business and the agreements Bucky made with Y/N's father.

Once they were done Bucky went to say goodbye to his mother. He kissed her on the cheek and she gave him the ring. It was his great-grandmothers, brought from Ireland when she emigrated at the turn of the last century. It featured a 1 carat pear cut emerald and had a trinity knot design with a number of smaller diamonds. Simple and tasteful but showy enough for a mafia princess.

Bucky smiled, imagining his soon to be fiance sporting his family heirloom. It would look lovely on her. He shook his head.

"Thanks Ma. I'll see you tomorrow"

When they got in the car, Nat refused to speak to him "C'mon, Natty. You know I love you. This has to happen."

She snapped at him "Yeah but you don't have to enjoy it so fucking much. And you told me you never fucked Dot but that was more bullshit wasn't it?"

Bucky squirmed a bit "It was only a couple of times, she was getting suspicious. She wanted to have you killed, I had no choice. Besides she was awful and I'm still with you. Y/N is different, she's not expecting a fairy tale."

"But you're still gonna fuck her. Talking to your dad you sounded like you really like her."

Bucky shrugged "She's nice enough." He grabbed Nats hand "Look baby, I know this sucks but I'm not going to let myself be miserable over it. You should try to make some peace with it because I'm not gonna let you make me miserable either.

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Sunday morning, Y/N was up at 5am like always and raced to the barn to feed her horses. In addition to Destry a black Irish Hunter she had her first horse, Dylan a grey Welsh pony, Daisy a palomino thoroughbred mare, Lulu a dapple grey Warmblood and Stinky a paint who was barely taller than a pony and Destry's bff. She refused to sell her horses when she moved up to a higher class, she loved them all as the only friends she could really trust.

Once everyone was fed she went to the guest house and kicked off her boots. Thor was awake and the smell of coffee filled the house. She found him facing the coffee maker and snuck up behind him.

"Hey handsome, you come here often?" She asked in a sultry voice as she wrapped her arms around his bare torso.

Thor turned around and lifted her up onto the counter. Rubbing at her clothed core he smirked "Mmmm, yes. I cum here all the time. Does my sweet pussy need to be fed?"

She nodded and grabbed him by the back of the neck to bring him closer to kiss her "Always. I always need you, Thor." She moaned softly as their lips met and rubbed his clothed cock.

He groaned "My greedy girl. It's barely been 8 hours." As he pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra.

She leaned back to pull her bra off "You always seem to be able to rise to the occasion. I think you're just as needy as I am so stop teasing" then leaned back in to grip his now erect cock. She pushed his sweats down with her feet until he sprang free already red and leaking.

Thor moaned loudly "With a vixen like you how could I not be needy." He tapped her leg, waited for her to lift her hips then ripped her sweats and panties down her legs. Thor pulled her to the edge of the counter and rubbed his throbbing cock against her dripping pussy, coating himself in her slick.

"You ready baby?" She nodded eagerly then threw her head back and moaned as he slowly slid into her heat. "Fuck baby, I don't know how you can still be so fucking tight when you take my cock twice a day. Or more. So good."

She was already gone by the time he was fully sheathed in her, immersed in his scent and the feel of his body against her, his cock filling her so perfectly. He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in, taking long, slow, deep strokes...hitting all the right spots in her. She wrapped her legs around his back to keep him close and ran her fingers through his hair then pulled it making him grunt. He started moving faster and rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb, making her mewl in pleasure.

"You have bewitched me, little one. So fucking good. I can feel your pussy squeezing me, are you going to cum already. I need to feel you come and drench my cock."

Thor's dirty talk pushed her over the edge and he growled when he felt her gushing around him. It was too much and after a few more thrusts he filled her.

Y/N looked up at Thor and smiled sweetly. "Coffee is awesome but this is definitely the best part of waking up." She pouted "I wish I could wake up next to you."

Thor kissed her "I know my sweet but your father would never accept our relationship. I'm just the stable manager, not fit to be with a princess such as yourself. I'm sure your fiance will take good care of you. Maybe you'll even fall in love." He pulled out and grabbed a towel to clean her up.

Y/N laughed "Now that's funny. Love is for children and Hallmark movies. Besides he has a girlfriend but she's sterile. I don't think she likes me very much" she grinned mischievously as she got off of the counter.

"Come on, let's get started. I have to finish by 10, he's picking me up for brunch at 11 and I told him I'd shower first."

Just before 10 Y/N left after giving Thor a blow job in the tack room and went back to the main house to get ready for brunch. She put on a demure dress and warm boots, keeping her hair and make-up simple. She had just finished putting her earrings in when she heard the doorbell ring. With one last look in the mirror she headed downstairs to find James chatting with her mother.

"There she is, you look lovely dear" her mother smiled "You kids enjoy your date."

Y/N smiled "Thanks mom"

Bucky offered his arm "Shall we?"

"Of course, Jamie" she blurted out before she realized what she was doing "Sorry, I don't know where that came from."

Bucky smiled "Don't be, I like it. No ones ever called me Jamie."

Bucky was a perfect gentleman making sure to open the door for her and when they arrived at the restaurant he guided her to the table with his hand on her lower back.

They sat down and ordered, making small talk while they waited for their food.

"My mother tells me you are very involved with a number of charities, animals and kids seem to be your passion."

She nodded "Yes, they are the only truly innocent in this world and don't deserve any of the horrors dumped upon them. I can't seem to muster up much enthusiasm for any other causes.

I've been training pretty heavily the last few months so haven't been able to do any charity work. That probably won't change much for awhile but I'll be sure to make the time for wedding stuff."

The food came and they kept up the conversation as they both picked at their food.

Bucky smiled "I'll have to come watch you ride sometime"

She shook her head "That's not necessary, I'm sure you're a  busy man."

"I am but that doesn't mean I won't make time for you. Even if we aren't in love we will be stuck with each other." He winked. "I'd rather be friends and keep things amicable. Plus there will be plenty of occasions where we will need to appear together and have some clue about each other.

Not to mention when we do have kids I don't want them to grow up in a cold house. They will deserve to have a loving home."

Y/N smiled softly at him, if they had met under different circumstances, before Zemo and without her father breathing down her neck, maybe they could have had something real but her father's insistence that she marry soured the whole thing. Her stomach dropped thinking of having kids with him and she felt that tingle in her core at the idea of making those kids with him.

She cleared her throat "Did you grow up in a loving home? I didn't think that was common in this life."

He nodded "Yeah, my folks are great. I mean, Dad had to be hard sometimes but he always made sure we knew we were loved and my mom, she's incredible."

She looked surprised "We? You have siblings?"

"A younger sister, Rebecca. You'll meet her at the Christmas party. She goes to school in Boston but is coming home for the break. And an adopted brother, Steve has been my closest friend since grade school so when his parents were both killed in a car accident, mine took him in. He'll be at the party too.

You're an only child? Your mother seems very caring...."

She grimaced "Mom is, she was an accomplished equestrian as well but when she married my father, well she ended up giving it up to be the kind of wife he wanted. She rides with me occasionally and helps when I have challenges. My father is complicated, his dad was a cold man, all business and his mother passed when he was young so he never had that warmth. He loves me in his own way and taught me how to be strong, made sure I understood and was prepared for what was expected of me but has never been loving. He expects me to give up my Olympic dreams and be a perfect mob wife. I hope you realize that's not happening."

Bucky chuckled "I worked that out on my own." He paused "That sounds like a rough way to grow up."

She shrugged "I've met girls from other families who had it worse. At least he didn't beat me into submission and he's always tolerated, meaning paid for, my horses so I always have friends in the barn."

He took her hand "I don't expect you to give up something that is obviously so important to you. Wouldn't want to take you away from your friends. Maybe I can make friends with them too." He smiled hopefully.

She squeezed his hand "Anything's possible."

Bucky laughed. The sound made her feel warm. "So what do you do for fun? What kind of hobbies do you have or is fucking angry redheads all you have the time for" she smirked

Bucky choked "Damn doll, you learn that bluntness from your father? Lets not talk about her.

I work on my bikes."

"Wow, sexy mobster and biker? I'm surprised you dont have a line of women following you around. What kind of bike?"

He grinned "It's a Harley road king but I have an old Indian that I'm fixing up. I don't have much spare time so its slow going. You like bikes?"

She smiled "Yeah, I have a little enduro that I putt around on. Nothing like a Harley. You'll have to take me for a ride." The thought of sitting behind him on a bike, pushed up against his back, brought that warmth back.

Bucky noticed she seemed a little flustered and rubbed her hand. "Would you excuse me for a moment?"

"Of course"

Y/N tried to finish her food but the butterflies in her stomach prevented her from swallowing any more.

Bucky returned with a smile on his face but instead of sitting down he bent down on one knee next to her. He pulled a beautiful ring out of his pocket and took her hand with a twinkle in his eye "Y/N Y/L/N would you do me the honor of joining me in an arranged marriage to further our families businesses?"

Y/N laughed and Bucky promised himself he would do everything he could to make her laugh like that every day "Yes, Jamie. I will arranged marry you" he slid the ring onto her ring finger and sat back in his seat as the waitress brought the champagne he requested and a number of the other patrons applauded.

@bigphattygyal

Across the restaurant a woman sitting by herself in an obvious blonde wig and huge sunglasses broke the glass she was holding, threw some bills on the table and stormed out but Bucky and Y/N were completely oblivious.

Chapter 3

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@kimomoraba

@avery199

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky x natasha #thor odison x reader #arranged marriage #mob!bucky #mob!au #Guarded Heart

[tinkertoysdamn]

More Thorquill smut I won't post directly here, named after a Peter Gabriel lyric. It's from Sledgehammer because it's a song about doing the do.

Wheee! It's in two parts, Part One is on Ao3.

#thorquill #peter quill #thor odinson #arranged marriage au #fic announcement

[ijuststareatstuffhereok89]

No Net Ensnares Me

A Conclusion to The Birds They Put in Cages 

Summary: A year has gone by. Danielle is expecting, Loki is enduring, and you are slowly attempting to rebuild your life without him. When Hydra terrorists take Avengers Tower (and everyone inside) hostage, you find yourself reluctantly taking your love for the God of Mischief out of storage in order to save the day.

I guess people like happy endings. I was definitely not planning a sequel for this, yet here we are. The lesson? Don’t listen to your parents, friends, family, clergy, or probation officers, kids: peer pressure always works! 

Content Warning: hostage situation, thematic danger Word Count: 4.8k

“Happy Anniversary, darling!” Marcus Ashton-Banks toasted his daughter and son-in-law with a small flute of champagne, grinning like a victorious war general. “To many more years of bliss!”

The party in Avengers Tower was in full swing. The room was filled with only about one hundred-fifty or so of the most elite of the social scene, all dressed to the nines in celebration of Danielle and Loki’s first wedding anniversary. Soft, classy music twinkled throughout the room, drinks flowed freely, and Loki spent the entire time hanging out with Thor and Tony over by the bar, watching his wife flaunt her pregnancy underneath a slinky red dress.

Every time he looked at his wife’s belly, he sighed in sadness.

“So, you’re really saying it’s not yours?” asked Tony, throwing back a shot of top-shelf whiskey.

Loki nodded. “We came to an arrangement when I couldn’t bring myself to sleep with her. It’s her tennis partner’s. He agreed to give up parental rights at birth.”

Tony chuckled. “You really couldn’t bring himself to, uh, what do you fancypants gods call it? Sire an heir?”

“Absolutely not,” Loki sighed. “But Marcus and Dany wanted a baby almost immediately. As long as the public doesn’t find out—”

“—you know, brother, out of everyone in the Nine Realms, you’d be one of the last people I’d expect to roll over for the will of mortals like a lapdog,” Thor scoffed, taking his favorite beer glass and chugging the last third of the ale within it.

Because they broke me, Loki thought, although he wouldn’t say that part out loud. Dark elves and vengeful deities couldn’t do what two Midgardians accomplished with one blackmail scheme. Fucking humans.

Loki was eternally grateful to Danielle and her father when they agreed to have another man father her baby. The wedding night had been an absolute disaster, and Dany quickly discovered that even a creature with the sex drive of an insatiable immortal could not be moved when it came to affairs of the heart. She was no fool, she knew what she was taking away from her husband. Angry as she was that she had a dead-end marriage from the get-go, Dany wasn’t a quitter.

Sadly, she had not called for an annulment when the sex issue was decided. In fact, she doubled down on insisting that they share everything and would grow closer with time. After she showed him her positive pregnancy test six months ago, Loki felt the trap door finally release from underneath him. Fate was his hangman, and now his life had come to a quick drop and a sudden stop.

It was a boy, and Loki already knew that Dany was planning on making the announcement tonight, along with the declaration that he would be named Marcus Lokisson Ashton-Banks Jr. He found the name laughable. The kid was going to sound like a law firm.

In the end, the Ashton-Banks family called it a compromise: the baby (and any future children) would be Loki’s on paper only, and Loki would be given the precious gift of a separate bedroom from his wife (provided he didn’t have extramarital affairs) in return for continued compliance with the charade.

“Oh, honey! Darling, come here!” Danielle shouted excitedly in the general direction of the bar. “It’s time to announce!”

Loki looked at Thor, who shrugged. “Duty calls,” he quipped, setting his glass aside, painting an expression of contentment on his face, and striding slowly towards his wife, who greeted him with a mouthful of veneers (half of the past year alone was Loki sitting and waiting for Dany to get back from her cosmetic dentist after some new procedure to make her teeth glow even more).

“Everyone! We have something to share!” Dany clinked her wine glass, as did Marcus, until the room fell silent. Danielle took Loki’s hand, playing the part of loving wife to a T. Loki, for his benefit, did a quality job looking happy about becoming a father.

“So, Loki and I just found out what the gender of the baby is!” Everyone oohed and aahed with artificial interest. Loki had to keep from rolling his eyes or giving a sarcastic look to Thor. “So, we’re having a bouncing baby—”

A crash broke through the room. Glass and people went flying as a bomb on the floor below exploded up into the party. Screams and blood filled the room as people began ducking and scrambling. Loki and Danielle fell to the floor, Loki spreading himself over her body until the debris settled.

The Avengers instantly assembled in the middle of the room. Steve Rogers, of course, was commanding the attention of everyone else with his assuring authority.

“Everyone stay low and stay here!”

“Oh, nobody should be moving at all, Captain.”

A swarm of masked men entered the room, all armed with AR-15s and rabid looks in their eyes. People were still trying the scream for help, at least until they were met with the barrel of the mens’ rifles and orders to stay quiet.

The man at the center of the situation, tall and imposing, spoke with an Eastern European accent. “I apologize for forgetting my invitation to this soiree, but I have been hunting for years for something that I believe is hidden here, and no one will be leaving this Tower alive until it is in my hands.”

“You have no idea what you’re up against!” someone shouted bravely from behind the bar, just before a terrorist standing next to him fired his gun directly into the brave fool’s skull, sending the room into a chaotic fit.

Loki looked to Thor and mouthed “call your damn mallet already.”

Thor shook his head. “Too many guns on the people.”

Loki closed his eyes, wishing he could send out a projection without anyone noticing, but even that would be entirely too dangerous right now.

Suddenly, a certain classic novel came to his mind, and something from within its’ pages gave him an idea on how to summon help. Maybe he could try a different kind for projection, and he knew exactly who he wanted to send it out to. Loki closed his eyes and began to concentrate.

Meanwhile, over near the bar, Tony looked down at the dead man near his feet. “Thor, do we have anyone on the outside?”

Thor thought a moment. “A few minor employees, maybe. Oh, and Clint couldn’t make it tonight. Sick kids.”

“Well let’s hope Katniss has the smarts to gather who he can, and soon, because this is Hydra, so we may be here for a while.”

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Well, here’s to a year without you, babe, you mock-toasted from your apartment in Newark, raising a half-empty can of Labatt and grunting at the TV. You had decided to leave the City entirely. You couldn’t stay around. Even in a town of millions upon millions, you just knew you’d bump into your former flame at some point, and you didn’t want to risk it. The day Danielle and Loki announced that they were expecting a child was the day you spent moving your few possessions into your cousin’s place. Your cousin Luke Rivers was nice enough, but a little cold, and a LOT religious.

“Y/N, maybe you should switch to water, you’ve had eight of those in three hours,” Luke said quietly, bringing out a tray of pizza rolls and potato skins. “We can put on Blazing Saddles or something to take your mind off it.”

“Like you’d know how to take your mind off of the man you loved having a baby with that silicone-based lifeform,” you answered, reaching for a pizza roll, not caring that it burned your fingers. “You’ve never even had a date.”

Luke shrugged. “No one interests me. Is that my fault?”

“It is when someone DID interest you, but you let her get away,” you mumbled bitterly. “She was nice too, and she was really into you, moron.”

Luke sighed and took a pizza roll. “She deserved better than me. I didn’t have what she needed.”

“God, you’re dumb,” you replied, popping the pizza roll in your mouth and letting the pain of the roof of your mouth instantly scald you without so much as a flinch. “The Toxic Avenger was right. There’s no hope in New Jersey.”

Luke took up the remote and began switching through channels. “Maybe a DC movie is on.”

However, the instant you saw the image of Avengers Tower smoking from the top floors on NBC, a “Breaking News” banner flashing along the bottom of the screen, you held up a hand and told Luke to stop with the remote.

A deep-voiced announcer was explaining the breaking story. “Local authorities and federal SWAT agents are on the scene, but the group known as Hydra, has explosives and trigger sensors placed at all doors. Police believe nearly all of the Avengers are among the 143 hostages, including billionaire tech tycoon Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, aka Captain America, and Thor and Loki, Gods of Asgard.”

“Fuck!” you cried out. Luke cringed.

“Also inside are Loki’s wife, heiress and philanthropist Danielle Ashton-Banks, and her father, Marcus Ashton-Banks. Loki and Ashton-Banks are expecting a child later this summer.”

“Christ, was THAT detail really relevant to the story?” you sighed.

“Language,” Luke muttered.

The day the news came out that Loki was going to be a father was the day you began drinking. You thought you could handle the announcement (hell, you’d been bracing for it since hearing those stupid gossip segments about the pair of them honeymooning on a private nude beach in Cabos), but things somehow became more bearable when your brain was swimming in Jägermeister. Anything to block out the fact that Loki had been able to stomach a way to have sex with Danielle, even though the whole time, you knew he’d be procreating with her.

It didn’t help that on occasion, you could swear you heard his voice calling you. On several nights, you found yourself waking up with a voice hoarse from screaming, your arm outstretched as if reaching for someone, and Luke standing in the doorway, puzzled and startled.

“Hydra has admitted to already killing three staff members inside the building, bringing their bodies and laying them out in front as a testament to their lethality and the seriousness of the situation. They have disabled the Avengers and pledged to kill one person for every two hours that their demands are not met. Hydra has yet to make those demands clear to the press, although the Chief of the NYPD is on the scene, insisting they are currently in negotiations, and that he is optimistic that a peaceful solution can be reached.”

“Not likely,” you said sharply. “I need to go.”

“No, you don’t,” said Luke. “You haven’t worked there for ages. You aren’t even ALLOWED back there!”

“But there’s a way in the building they might have missed. I know about it. I should at least tell the police about it.”

“I know what this is about,” Luke assessed. “You think if you become the Avengers’ Great Savior, that Loki’s marriage will break down and he’ll run back to you. Well, newsflash my cos, he’s having a baby! That’s kind of the final nail in the coffin, yes?”

“But this is his LIFE! This is his baby’s life! This is about everyone up there!” you fought.

“You can’t go,” Luke insisted.

Someone knocked at the door. You got up. “I ordered egg rolls, by the way. Tonight is the Feast of the Deep-Fried Saints.”

You peeked through the peephole and couldn’t believe who you saw waiting for you. It was Hawkeye, in full armor, arrows sticking out of the quiver on his back. Four people stood behind him, and two of the women you recognized, for they’d also worked in the Tower with you for a while, albeit downstairs in HR.

“Y/N? Are you—”

You opened the door. “Clint? What are you doing here?”

“Can we come in?” asked Clint. “I trust you’ve seen the news.”

You motioned quietly for everyone to pile in to your small living room. Luke looked confused.

“Hey, you’re Hawkeye,” Luke said, stunned. “Wow.”

“Clint, are you seriously planning a violent breach without police approval?” you asked sternly, putting your hands on your hips.

“Yes.”

“Good, then you came to the right place,” you replied. “Let’s have some fun.”

Luke stood up and gently put a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N—”

“—I will do the right thing, Luke. If it bothers you, go in your room,” you answered, shaking your head and delicately pushing his hand off of you. Luke nodded and left you along with your former co-workers.

“Now, Hydra has every door guarded,” said Clint. “Motion triggers and bombs, mostly, but I wouldn’t be shocked if there was a sniper or two.”

“Probably not at the old dumbwaiter by the loading dock. That garage is open-air, and so they would be guarding the door inside the garage, but the dumbwaiter is on the other side, and it’d be easy to get to without being seen by anyone by that door. It’s pretty large, big enough for two if we can curl up and deal with tight spaces for a few floors.”

Clint shrugged. “But a dumbwaiter wouldn’t go up 140 floors.”

You nodded. “Correct, it goes as high as the kitchens on the third floor. It gets us inside, but after that, the rest has to come from us.”

“So, if we can get to the kitchens, we can arm the rest of you and ninja our way up,” Clint strategized. “Y/N, you and I can lead.”

You nodded. “I just hope we know what we’re doing.”

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Four more people were killed and left outside by Hydra during the night, all four were rich acquaintances of the Ashton-Banks Family, but Danielle hardly cared to know them. She and Loki spent the night sitting in a corner of the meeting hall on the 105th floor, where everyone who hadn’t been gunned down execution-style was herded into, away from windows and sight of the military. Thor sat next to them, quiet and uncharacteristically nervous.

At 7:30 am, dawn was breaking, and soon Hydra would likely be taking another victim. Danielle had fallen asleep, slumped in the corner, leaving Loki and Thor a little freedom to quietly whisper, although Loki was still busy trying to concentrate on manifesting his idea.

“How is she doing?” Thor asked.

Loki looked over his shoulder at his wife’s sleeping frame. “She’s fine.”

“I didn’t mean her,” Thor said, winking.

“What the Hel are you talking about?”

Thor raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been trying to covertly send a projection to Y/N. I know it. I may be a bit of a fun-loving lout at a party, but I’m not brainless.”

Loki shook his head. “She knew the building. Trouble is I can’t splice myself without a physical separation. You saw how I had to hide behind the altar to send myself out to her at the wedding! It’s not something I can do with just my mind.”

Danielle shifted in her sleep, and the rustle of her dress was almost too loud.

Thor cringed. “And that’s what you’re trying to do now? Any hints of a success?”

Loki thought back to six months ago, the night after he’d held the press conference announcing Dany’s pregnancy. He’d been woken up by her, and apparently, he was speaking out in his slumber, calling out for an unnamed entity. Loki recalled seeing your eyes floating off into the darkness as he hovered in that void between consciousness and the plane of dreams.

“I think she’s too far away. She could be anywhere in the world by now. Knowing her, she left town a long time ago. She was in Newark when I last saw her, one year and one day ago.”

Loki sighed with quiet longing. One year without you down, the rest of them to go.

Suddenly, several of the soldiers guarding the room began to scramble. Orders were being barked out in some Cyrillic dialect. Something was going on.

“Does anyone speak Russian?” someone from near the door asked.

“No, idiot, it’s Sokovian,” a second chimed in.

Gunshots from several floors down rang out, and the shouts intensified, making the hostages rustle.

“There’s been a breech downstairs. Not police. They think it’s Hawkeye,” a lady explained. “Be quiet! There’s more!”

Thor turned his head just in time to see Steve scooting over in his direction. “Hey Thunder. I think now’s the time to act. Loki, if you want to stay here and protect your wife, I understand. Things will get hot.”

“Loki’s cooking up something different, I think,” said Thor. “But I am with you. Where’s Stark?”

The woman who spoke Sokovian chimed up again. “They said there’s a huge trigger three floors below us in the stairwell. Everyone, get away from the doors!”

“Hawkeye’ll die if he hits it!”

Loki’s ears perked.

“He’s with a small group of office workers and lab assistants. They’ve been making their way up the tower all night!”

Loki felt his body run cold, and something akin to an explosion of darkness blinded him from behind his eyes. He could hear something new. Your heaving breaths, as if you’d been running for hours without rest. Or, perhaps, slowly snaking up a building over a hundred stories high to try and rescue your former lover.

Y/N…can you hear me? Y/N? Use the west stairwell, not the main one…

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“Chickenhawk, I think we need to switch to the smaller stairwell by the west corner,” you informed Clint as you were hiding in a bathroom stall, the doors locked and the lights out, waiting for the soldiers to clear the floor.

“You know, Y/N, we don’t need the code names,” he replied.

“I know,” you smiled. “I just think calling you Chickenhawk is funny.”

Clint rolled his eyes. “I’m going to ignore that for now, and anyway, why do you want to do that? We’d have to cross the whole floor! If they didn’t have triggers all over this place before, they sure as hell do now.”

“We’d need a distraction,” one of your compatriots suggested from the next stall. “So…who wants to get a water fountain dedicated to them in the atrium? Not it!”

“Not it!” “Not it!”

“Um, people,” Clint chimed in. “Did you forget that I have arrows with tiny bombs on them? I just need someone to cover me.”

“We have to do this. I think…I think it’s trapped,” you said softly, trying to decipher the voice softly cooing in your ear in Loki’s baritone. You were definitely losing your grip.

“Well, then you and I go out there. Beta Squad heads right for the west corner, got it?” Clint commanded. “If we can subdue them here, it’ll probably be easy to take out the rest of ‘em. My arrows will do that work. I just have to not suck at shooting them.”

“Then let’s go!” you said back. Clint nodded and popped out of the stall, you trailing, then the others following behind you.

Clint began shooting as the barrage of bullets almost immediately greeted you, sending you into a spiral down to the floor, hoping the shadows would cover you. One arrow, two, then four, each exploding and sending bodies shooting up and over you as you crawled and shot. Everything stood still and rushed by you all at once as you continued your progression through the floor, the Beta Team successfully making it to the safe stairwell and starting to make their way to the party to liberate the hostages.

“Keep going!” Clint hollered. “I almost have them!”

“Not yet you don’t!” you replied, aiming a pistol at a terrorist, screaming like a fool as he attempted to charge you and taking him out easily.

“You know what? Sure, I could use you,” he caved. “Now, let’s finish this. I want to go to bed.”

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Five minutes later, the bombs and gunshots ceased. The Beta Team had swept the area of guards, so when it was you and Hawkeye who came up through the smoke in the stairwell, cheers and shouts of thanksgiving erupted.

Police and military flooded the building in minutes, of course, questioning everyone in the room and arresting the terrorists who’d survived the scuffle downstairs. You just wanted to leave, because out of the corner of your eye, you could see Danielle Ashton-Banks, round with child and in an impossibly tight red dress, run towards Loki, crying “Darling! I was so afraid! Thank God you’re alright!”

They kissed and Loki smiled, looking up and suddenly spotting you from across the room.

You couldn’t deal with this anymore. You saved the day, very good. Now, you had to fulfill your obligation to them to leave them alone. It would be best if you just slipped away…

You didn’t notice Loki follow you with his eyes as you left the room, making his stomach fall. He took a deep breath and pushed away from Dany’s grip on him.

“Dany, I know this is probably the single worst time to bring this up, but if I don’t do this now, I never will.”

“What is it, darling?” she asked.

“Look, Danielle,” Loki began. “I can offer you mountains of Asgardian gold and jewels. I can give you a noble title and a place in our society that would make your position here on Midgard look like a play act. I can even offer you my patience, time, and ear. But there is one thing I cannot offer you, no matter how hard to try to paint the tableau of an ideal family for the world to see.”

“Your heart,” Dany replied, looking down. “I do love you, you know. For real.”

“I understand this,” he replied. “But you’ve known that another has had my soul for a long time. She still has it now, and in your love for me, you thought it was best to rip my happiness away for your own benefit.”

Tears began pouring from her eyes and she nodded. “I know, and I’m sorry. I always get what I want. And I…I want you.”

“When I was on Asgard, I had to rely on my wits and magic to get what I wanted. You have to learn to be resourceful, Dany. You don’t love me in the way you think you do. And out there, there’s someone who does love me in that way, and every step she takes further from me I feel more need for her.”

Dany looked up again and held her belly. “You’re calling for a divorce?”

Loki shook his head. “I can’t. Your father is keeping me here on threat of death, you know that. It would have to be you who asked for it.”

Dany sighed. “I don’t want to, Loki. You are mine.”

“Dany, listen to me, this is for you too,” Loki said, taking her hand in his and looking her directly in the pupil. “Why would you want to spend your days living a lie like this? When you too could be finding a lover that would fall at your feet of his own choosing?”

“I…I never thought of it like that,” Dany said, turning away. “You couldn’t bring yourself to have sex with me. I wanted it to be your baby. I thought when I had it, you’d feel a fatherly instinct and start to bond with me.”

Loki shook his head. “I must be blunt, I could not love you like a husband should. In my heart, I’m married to Y/N. I was with her in spirit there last year, even as my corporeal body recited their vows to you.”

Dany sighed and thought a moment. “Well, then, if that’s true, that settles it.”

“What does?”

“We don’t need a divorce, because you weren’t of sound mind and body when you married me. Legally, that’s not consenting to a marriage. We just need an annulment,” she said sadly. “And…I’ll sign off on it.”

Loki perked up, smiling. “Really?”

“Yes,” Dany said quietly. “And don’t worry about Daddy. I’ll talk him down. You’ll be fine.”

Loki put a hand on her shoulder and kissed her eyebrow. “Thank you for this gift, Danielle. You’ve made me happy.”

Danielle was crying openly. “We can make arrangements to move you out later. I just…I can’t be around you right now. I’m sure you get it.” With that, she turned away and briskly walked towards where her father was hysterically having a freak-out.

Loki looked after her a moment and smiled, thankful to say goodbye to his wife. Then he turned on his heel and made his way in the direction he’d seen you go, hoping he could catch up to you before you left the city.

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You were able to slip away from everyone. You didn’t want to stay there with Loki and Danielle a moment longer than you needed to. So, you were able to disappear into the night and find the nearby subway station, surprisingly crowded for the late hour.

Smushed in between a young girl in a miniskirt readying a book and some older woman with a paper bag full of fish, you just wanted all of this to be over forever. If you could have wiped your mind clean of any memory of Loki, you would have gladly taken the opportunity in that moment to do so.

You noticed that the young woman in front of you was reading Jane Eyre, and you felt the memories make you want to cry all over again.

“Wait’ll you get to the part about what’s in the attic,” you said quietly. “You don’t see it coming the first time.”

The young girl looked up to you and grinned. “This is far from my first time reading this, Y/N. In fact, I can quote it, as can you.”

Somehow, no one around you seemed to notice the teenage girl morph into one of the most notable men on the planet. You even gasped.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you whispered. “You should be back with your wife and child!”

“My what? I don’t have a wife, nor do I have a child as far as I know.”

You looked at him inquisitively. “What do you mean? Danielle? And the baby?”

Loki shook his head. “Because I projected myself to you on our wedding day, the marriage is going to be annulled, and she has agreed to it,” he said softly but happily.

“But the baby?”

“I couldn’t, Y/N, I couldn’t bring myself to make love to her. It’s her tennis instructor’s!” he declared.

“Oh my god,” you replied, and it was all you could muster before Loki took your face in his hands, giving you the greatest kiss of your life, making fire shoot down your back, making your legs feel unstable.

Someone from further down the car yelled ‘getta room!’ making you pull away and laugh.

“Once the annulment is made public, we can make our own arrangements,” he promised you. “And for the rest of our lives together, I will lay myself and everything I have at your feet.”

Your heart raced as he took your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“Loki, when I was down with Hawkeye and the others making my way up to you…I thought I heard your voice in my head for a moment,” you confessed.

He nodded. “Then it worked.”

“What worked?”

“You would have fallen into a death trap if I hadn’t isolated my voice and sent it out to you. I always had to physically separate my body from my projection before now.”

You looked down at the book he had in his hand. “I wonder where you got the inspiration for that?”

Loki smiled at you, not letting your hand go. “We made it, my love. Let’s have our forever start now. I don’t even know if I could wait another month. We’re finally together, so let’s not waste another day.”

Danielle, to her credit, made the annulment and the ensuring shitstorm of a paparazzi mess as easy for Loki as possible, claiming that she’d made a mistake by rushing in to things (which wasn’t a lie) and the separation was on her. She used her team of lawyers and publicity agents to make the entire process complete and smoothed over within the month, leaving the pair of you open and free to be a couple again.

Loki found a place outside of the city for you both, a small retreat, but far enough away from the others and the hustle and bustle of New York, and on the day he brought you there for the first time, he got down on one knee before you in the doorway.

And, Reader, you married him.

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[tangledfate]

Loki: *standing with Thor watching Peach talk to the palace guards* She's always flirting with the palace guards, she should stop being distracting and let them get back to work.

Thor: *smirking* Brother, I think you're jealous.

Loki: Me? Jealous? Of course not!

Thor: *still smirking* I think you like her.

Loki: Preposterous! What's there to like about a skinny little--

Peach: *catches sight of them, smiles and gives a small wave before leaving the hall*

Loki: *catches himself half waving before immediately crossing his arms* ...

Thor: *still smirking* ...

Loki: It's not that kind of like. *stalks away grumbling*

Thor: *fighting laughter* Yes because Norns forbid you actually LIKE your fiancée!

#I like this arranged marriage au #ignore me i am trash #{ je t'aime je t'aime toujours ;; peach | loki } #also don't come for me if Loki is too OOC for you #I don't actively play him for a reason #this goes for Thor too #was this inspired by the song from swan princess that says you really kinda like her fess up? yes yes it was

[nostalgia-tblr]

but what will i do now i dont have to look up obscure shite about anglo-saxons to then not put it in the fic anyway???

#my life feels so empty now! #no other fic needs Research D: #unless i actually commit to that 15th century rpf fic i started. #oh shit is this why people get stuck writing nothing but their own complicated AU and its spinoffs forever? #i have the sylki arranged marriage au to be getting on with but i'm not rushing and i'll need something else to be writing on the side #which of my many half-written fics should be next? how do i at least narrow it down to a pairing? #am thinking i should do one (two if u count the wip) fic at a time and get it done and posted before moving on #that was kind of what i was experimenting with this past week with the anglo-saxons au #i suspect i would not have finished it in less than a year otherwise #i want to get back to writing things quickly! both the sylki-on- sakaar dubcon fic and the thor's betrothal thing took about A YEAR #which is a ridic amount of time for fics that aren't even that long by the standards of other people