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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Warnings: age gap, creepin’, slow burn, stepdad-adjacent, possible noncon/dubcon, abuse.

Character: silverfox!Thor

Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

Note: I’m in my head. Sorry for another post. Another erratic drabble series. Appreciate any and all feedback. Love you all.

You chew on your sleeve as you look at the shelf of oats. The bustle of the grocery store has you shifting between bodies, trying to avoid getting in the way of other shoppers. You hide your mouth behind the frayed cuff and take a bag of instant oats. It’s the right brand but not the right cut. They don’t have any of the ones your mother likes left in stock.

You take a step back and collide with another, a brush against your arm as a warmth spreads across the back of your loose sweatshirt. You flinch and pull away from the large man at your side, his silver and blonde hair drawn back into a low bun as he smiles down at you. His shoulders are impossibly wide and his height has you dizzy.

“Sorry,” you mumble into the cotton.

“Not at all,” he reaches blindly and takes a bag of oats, tossing it in his cart as he goes to stand behind it, “just didn’t want you tripping.”

You blink at him and tuck your chin down. Your heart is thumping behind your ears. He’s a stranger. You don’t like strangers. And he’s big. So big.

You scurry away without another word and head down the next aisle. Your mother stands with a hand on the cart as she holds a can in her other. She sneers at the label. You near and set the bag of oats in the basket. She looks over as she puts the soup back on the shelf.

“I don’t want quick oats,” she tuts.

“They–”

“Get your hand away from your mouth,” she snaps and you pull your arm down as another cart rattles by on wobbly wheels. You turn your head, the figures of other shoppers has you overly aware. “Finally get you out of the house and you can’t even get the right oats.”

“Mum,” you murmur, “there was none–”

“You need to speak up, it’s loud in here,” she snaps and takes two cans of cream of mushroom and drops them in the cart, “how many times do I need to tell you?”

You swallow, “they were out of steel-cut.”

“So get a different brand.”

“I didn’t–”

“Think?” She bats your arm with her knuckles and herds you out of her way as she keeps browsing the broths.

You back up, this time, your heel hits the wheel of another cart. You spin and try to sidle out of the way, clamouring into your mom with your shoulder as you apologise to the other shopper. It’s the same man. He stops his cart parallel to your mother’s.

“You okay?” He asks as you get your footing. You nod and quickly scuttle to hide beside your mother.

“Watch what you’re doing,” she spins and flicks her fingers at you, “you’re getting in everyone’s way.”

“It’s fine,” the man says as he remains, “but if you could pass me some of the Heinz’ split pea, it’d be better.”

She glances over at the man, her cheeks taut and ready for confrontation. In an instant, the venom drains from her face and she puts on a simpering smile. You can practically hear the drool in her mouth.

“Oh, sir, I’m sorry about my daughter,” she preens, a none too subtle swipe of her hand over her hair, “she’s a bit oblivious.”

“Like I said, it’s fine. It’s a busy one,” he glances around as you stare at the floor and bounce in your sneakers nervously. You just want to go. The heat blazing up your neck has you sweating as the aisle grows more and more crowded, “the split pea, please, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course, just the one, dear?” You mother tweets in a higher pitch.

“One, yes,” he agrees.

“You come here often?” Your mother asks as she picks out the can and hands it over.

“As often as I need split pea soup,” he kids and you peek up beneath your lashes as the heat piques along the nape of your neck. He’s looking at you as he speaks, not your mother. “You?”

“Feels too often,” she says brightly. Your eyes dart over as you’re put off by her unusually chipper singsong. “Kat, by the way.”

“Kat?” He utters in confusion before his irises spark and he tears his attention from you, “oh, uh, Thor.”

“Thor, that’s an interesting name,” she says breathily.

“And your daughter?” He asks.

“Oh, her,” she says tritely and gives your name, “she’s a bit shy, as you see. Don’t worry about her, she’s off in her own world.”

You hide a frown and return to your examination of your shoes. Your soles scuff as you sway anxiously. Why does she have to stay and chat? You just want this over with.

“I can grab the right oats,” you offer.

“Dear, if I have to tell you to speak up one more time,” she turns on you and grabs the oats from the basket, “here. Go try again.”

She shoves the bag against your chest, nearly causing you to stumble. You catch them as she lets them go and they slide down your stomach. You hug them and refuse to acknowledge the witness to your humiliation.

“Yes, mum,” you turn and retreat slowly, stepping around the shopper lingering behind your mother.

You weave through the roadblock of carts and get to the end of the aisle, standing on your toes to look back at your mother. She plays with her hair as she continues to blabber at the man, jamming up the rest of the shoppers waiting to get by. As you watch, the stranger turns and sees you easily over the crowd. Thor, he said his name was.

You flit away into the next aisle and return to the shelf of oats. You trade the old one for a bag of generic steel-cut oats. You take your time as you pause to check out a new flavour of instant oatmeal; cinnamon praline. That’s different.

You dodge another shopper as they approach and you go back the way you came, taking the longest path back to your mother. She’s not by the soup, rather you find her down the next row staring at the trail mix. As you near, she doesn’t bother looking.

“Took you long enough,” she chides.

“Sorry, mum.”

“Hmm, well, it’s fine. Gave me time with that… hunk,” she pushes the cart onward as you follow at her heels, “god, wasn’t he handsome?”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“Well, you wouldn’t, would you? Hermit like you.”

You bring your cuff back to your mouth and nibble, “no.”

“Hmm, we’re having dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Me and that man. Thor. I asked him out and naturally, he said yes. People our age, they don’t have many options but I think I just stumbled on the jackpot,” she chimes and slows the cart, “we should check the toiletries. Perhaps I could find a new lipstick before we go. For the date.”

“I… guess.”

She sighs as she veers the cart around to the next aisle, “it really is sad, you know? Should be you out on dates, not your old mother.” You hum into your sleeve and shrug. She rolls her eyes as she looks back at you, “for the last time,” she halts and grabs your wrist, forcing your hand down, “don’t do that.”

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #thor x oc #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabbles #series #wallflower #mcu #marvel #avengers #au #silverfox au

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fatecantstopme · 2 years

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Fic Masterlist

Here's my fanfiction Masterlist! Read all warnings for each fic please.

Buy Me a Coffee 💜

🥵 = Smut

😬 = Angst

🥰 = Fluff

The Sandman

Morpheus Am I Dreaming? (🥵🥰😬) Let Me Remind You (🥵🥰😬) My Hope (🥰😬) Endless Rapture (🥵😬) Dream's Desire (🥵🥰😬) Need (🥵🥰)

Marvel

Bucky Barnes Unrequited Love (🥵) Give Me What I Want (🥵) How Could I Not? (🥵🥰😬) The Birthday (🥵) If Only (😬🥵) I've Made Mistakes (🥵😬🥰) One More (🥵) Hello Gorgeous (🥵😬) We Were Never Just Friends (🥵😬🥰) I Thought It Was Gonna Be Me (🥵😬🥰) Turning Tables (🥵) Life Finds a Way (😬🥰) Not Afraid to Love You (😬🥵) Love Marks (🥵🥰) I Was Thinking Maybe, Eight? (🥵😬) Why Wait? (🥵😬) Your Past Is Not Our Future (🥵😬) Before I Knew What Love Was (🥵🥰😬) The Wink (🥵) From Past to Future (🥵😬) DBF!Bucky Series: Aged to Perfection (🥵) My Forever (🥵🥰😬)

BBF!Bucky Series: Save Me From Myself (🥰😬) I've Got You (🥰😬) My Whole Heart (🥵)

Steve Rogers Bring Me Back to Life (🥵😬) Thor Goddess of Thunder (🥵)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester She's My Siren (🥵🥰) This Isn't Real (🥵😬🥰) Not Yours to Take (😬🥰) Spell Bound (🥵🥰) Changed (🥵😬🥰) Truth Serum (🥵🥰) Take Your Time (😬🥰) What I'd Give (🥵😬🥰) Unattached Drifter Christmas (🥵🥰) Not Good Enough (🥵😬🥰) My Past, My Present, My Future (🥵😬🥰)

TVD/The Originals

Elijah Mikaelson The Original and The Anthropologist (🥵😬🥰) All My Life (🥰😬)

Riverdale

FP Jones The Serpent Queen (🥵) Remember Me Series Part One Part Two

NCIS

Jethro Gibbs Can't Wait (🥰)

Law and Order: SVU

Elliot Stabler If I Had to Choose...I'd Choose You (🥵😬🥰) The Connection (🥵😬🥰) That's Not What I See (🥵🥰) Love is Never Easy (🥵😬🥰)

Rafael Barba Still Perfect (🥵😬🥰) Better Together (🥵😬🥰)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner Undercover (🥵😬🥰) Never Do That Again (🥵😬🥰) I Can't Lose You Series Part One (😬🥰) Part Two (😬) Part Three (😬🥰) Part Four (🥵😬🥰) Part Five (Coming Soon!)

Luke Alvez Don't Take The Girl (🥵😬🥰)

RPF

Henry Cavill Just You Wait (🥵🥰) My Favorite Cardio (🥵)

Chris Evans Fake It Til You Make it (🥵😬🥰) If I Love You Too Much, I'm Sorry (🥵🥰)

Buy Me a Coffee 💜

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royallyprincesslilly · 7 months

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As I mentioned earlier in the week, I wrote a little something for Thor a long while back and some of you have expressed interest in seeing a peek of it so here it is.

Let me know what you guys think. 😊

**It is NOT edited.

**This slides to the side of grey/dark Thor.

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"Your majesty," Altheea began bowing as she spoke.

The man she was speaking to wasn't a man. He was a God. His back was turned to her as he gazed out over his kingdom and all that belonged to him, his birthright--Asgard. It had once been lost, destroyed, and ripped from him but as the saying went, what belonged to you always found its way back to you. With the magic of gods and the reshaping of time Asgard and its people were restored to its glory and was his once again. He was told to consider it his reward for his role in the Infinity War and payment for all he'd lost. A loss that had taken its toll.

He didn't acknowledge Altheea's presence. She hadn't expected him to. Altheea knew he was angry. How could he not have been?

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to speak!”

His voice was loud and the way it bounced off the stone walls only made it echo that much more. After the walls stopped trembling she took a breath. From where she stood Altheea could see the heaving of his massive shoulders as he tried to grab the reins of his anger. It was an anger that was quick to rise and difficult to quell ever since the war.

"She's been found, my liege."

As soon as the words left her mouth the towering God turned to face her. For a moment she saw lightning crackle in the depths of his irises illuminating the blue that resided there, and for that extended moment, the air around them became humid and heavy. Outside, the skies darkened for a second as a flash of lightning decorated the space cracking it in half for a few seconds before the rift was mended. The clouds did nothing to dim the bright glow of the 3 lightning strikes that followed.

He took a step toward her and Altheea lowered her head not wanting to meet his gaze. She had seen many who tried or dared either get hypnotized by the electricity in them and convulse to be forever changed or struck by lightning for their effort. She did not want to experience either. When he stopped moving the skies returned to their normal blue for the beautiful day that was promised.

"Where is she?"

"Locked in her chambers as you requested, Altheea informed.

Without another word, he walked past her and out of the room. Silently Altheea hoped you were ready for everything that was coming your way because the God of Thunder was furious and he was ready to show you that everything in this kingdom belonged to him. He was the King of Asgard.

#Thor #thor fanfiction #Thor fanfic #thor x reader #Thor x oc #dark thor #Grey thor #snippet #sneak peek #thor of asgard #marvel fanfiction

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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If I speak 🗣

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la-rougo · 6 months

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Can I please ask for a yandere Thor

But how would he be in a relationship with kianna

Like NSFW and sfw if you're comfortable with that

By the way she is an OC of mine you can find more information about her on my page here on Tumblr and you don't have to take this request if you don't want to

*SFW*-

Yandere!Thor x Kianna Komori (OC)

my first ever request and its also an oc request im so happy😭😭😭

warnings: traumatic past mention

It was when thor was sent by his father to get rid of tons of titans that were getting out of hand in the midguard, sure it's none of his business but he must anyways

after his duties is over, he decided to stay in the midguard for a while just to take a fresh air in the forest, he found a peaceful spot with beautiful flowers so he decided to rest there and pick a few flowers so he could give it to his fellow asguardians when he's back

just before he could pick a third flower, he heard a low ruffles sound behind him. He turn around to see a silhouette fading, curious. He get up and follow where the silhouette faded. Ended up in another flower spot where he sees a petite girl quickly grabbing her flower basket

"uhm... why are you following me?" the said petite girl asked the god of thunder while standing in a far distance, looking at him cautiously. The god only stayed silent, walking slowly to towards her, she didn't walk back, simply look at him, still keeping her guard up. Thor bent down to her height and hand her flowers he picked up earlier. "you must've wanted to pick these flowers at that spot earlier. Did you hesitate because of my presence?" Thor asked her calmly while holding her hand tenderly. The girl's expression softened slightly "I just don't want to draw any attention to myself" Thor nodded and stood up, extending his right arm, signaling her to place her plam on his. Her expression as empty as his, but to feel a tenderness in him. She take his hand which is a much larger one. He turn to walk back to the earlier spot and release her hand to bend down and pick up flowers again "you're not the talkative one" Thor said, as if he spit out his thoughts, she followed his movements, picking up flowers for herself as she spoke up "I can tell that you are too" the god simply hummed by her words, seeing their similarities. they stayed silent for a while, awkward as it may feels, they enjoyed each other presence and thor wouldn't mind staying for a little longer. Eventually they spare each other a small talk

"i am thor, god of thunder of the asguard, you are?"

"Kianna, Kianna Komori"

Thor notices her avoidance of expressing emotions, her calm collected isn't her nature when he inspects closer, that is what get the norse prince to count her as one hell of a mystery.

but he couldn't possibly stay even longer since he have asguard waiting for him. Thor got up and bit her a sweet goodbye "I must go now, would you like to meet here again?" the girl look up at him softly, responding as gentle as her gaze "I see why not" Thor exhales in satisfaction with her answer, "until we meet again, Kianna" as he disappears, his last thoughts on earth was how he felt talkative more than his natural self, it honestly make him feel a new feelings inside his heart. She was beautiful, but something about her quiet nature is hidden an unspeakable secret that requires a lot to understand, her character in fact, how interesting, he felt like he have to protect her from what have already hurted her, whatever it is he thought. He only have an unanswered questions at the end of the day, soon will disappear on the very dawning day... or not.

The thunder god was found to be visiting the midguard frequently, even stay in midguard over night, it was extremely odd for him to do so, even his maids start making theories about how he finally found the love of his life

and they were right

Kianna was sitting on Thor's lap while they talk to each other as Thor tied each flowers and leaves together, forming as a flower crown and gently place it on the petite girl's head

But the more he inspects her, the more he suspects a hidden story behind all of her opaque mask written in fake letters as it obscures her longing past pain. She was broken. That's all he could figure it out

Thor felt a little bit of an anger thinking about such disgusting mortals or any creature that hurted such a beautiful pure girl to the point she have to hide her true self from everyone-

"Thor?"

The said god snap out of his thoughts and turn his attention to Kianna "hmn?" Thor hummed as she furrowed her brows slightly, she didn't say anything. Simply laying her chin on his shoulder, suddenly, she felt Thor's hand motioning over to touch her bandaged arm

"these are scars, aren't it"

Kianna is startled by his question, she quickly reacted by shoving her arm away from his hand "I accidentally wounded myself". said the nervous girl, the lies are of course, never unnoticed by Thor, he deny her false claim. "I can see you, I can see what happened to you" the god said as he gently caress her cheeks so dearly

Kianna thought to herself for a while, he was worried about her, he knows her, he's trustworthy, he's in love with her. And oh how she feels just the same way as he does.

She relaxed herself a little and felt an urge to tell him, tell everything so he wouldn't be so worried about her, and open up to him, he meant no harm to her. He's the one that could grant her a long lost love and affection that was bygone.

and so she does as her mind tells

It was another feeling that Thor couldn't find it everyday, or he never felt it at all. it was pity, sorrow, empathy, and compassion. Yet all of these are still an understatement, he felt a strong urge to protect her

Her poor self is yearning for his protection, he never felt any need to preserve anyone this much before

Her poor soul was damaged and covered up wrongly without any healing

Her poor, poor life was damned by what? by god? by the people she used to trust in?

Whatever matters is, the prince of the asguard finally set up his own goal.

He swear on his father he'll protect her at all cost,

from the evils and from the danger

from the mortals and from the gods

from everything, and everyone

he mustn't let anything get close to her

Anything.

that dares to wound her and damage her even further

will rot and drown into the afterlife of nothingness

Anything.

that dares to take her away from him, take her away from the safe and sheltered arms of the god of thunder

will endure the agony in niflheim for eternity

and even as much as they beg for forgiveness and mercy, there will be no chance

death wishes are always granted without any cancellations

he and him only will be the one who preserve her and will always be, he'll end anyone who dares to interfere even the slightest

he has lost himself for her, he would do anything for her, to keep her safe and for himself

#record of ragnarok thor #ror thor #shuumatsu no valkirye #shumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no walkure #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv oc #ror oc #snv thor #thor x oc #thor record of ragnarok

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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Description: Leif wakes in the midst of Fimblewinter, after two strangers and a familiar face come across the shrine that had once kept her asleep for as long as she could remember. Now awake, she struggles to put the pieces together in the wake of Ragnarok.

Pairings: Kratos x OC! //Heimdall x OC!//Thor x OC!

Warnings: Language, Mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, mentions of sexual content, sexual assault, mental illness, suicide may be within this fanfic. Reader discretion is advised.

You have been warned.

Chapter One: Awaken

There is a light in the distance, shadowing through the trees. The calling of ravens shrieking amidst the dreary winter. The ground that laid before the spartan and his son was frozen, frozen beneath their feet. The head attached to the man's hip spoke, out of turn.

"Brother, daylight is leaving us. We must take shelter before nightfall." The head was silenced by the hoarse grunt that left the spartan.

"Lad, talk some sense into yer' father."

"I don't think that is a good idea, Mimir." The boy had replied, shrugging his bow back onto his shoulder, keeping a steady pace behind his father.

Their journey back to the dwarves home had been fruitful, with a deer slung over Kratos's shoulder the three pushed through the barren lands of Midgard for what had felt likes months. However, they had only been away from the dwarves warehouse a matter of days.

"We go home." Kratos murmured loud enough for the other two to hear. "To the dwarves. The Mystic Gateway is just ahead." He added.

Much to their dismay when they had arrived to their destination, several draugr had been guarding it along with an amount of Hel-walkers to serve a small army.

Kratos threw aside their bounty to unsheathe his axe, Atreus close behind, readying his bow.

"Hold on, this gateway-" Mimir had been too late for he had been cast aside as Kratos lunged to pursue the enemies before him.

Mimir had went barreling through what had felt like stone, as he himself rolled to a halt. He groaned, dizzy from all of the rolling. If he still had a stomach he would have lurched forward and emptied whatever would have been in his stomach at the time.

"Fuckin' hell." He whispered under his breath.

Oh how he wished he would have been left behind on this little hunting trip, yet, the two always had need for him and his wisdom. And now, here he was, thrown into wherever he had been present. Looking up at the stone ceiling of what he could make out as a small internal cavern, his eyes glanced around, hoping to notice anything out of the blue or familiar.

It was then he had landed on the stone sarcophagus before him. His breath hitched; his eyes widened as if he had just found a treasure beyond his wildest dreams. The thought of having a body returned to the front of his head, and he yearned to be able to get up and further explore.

"Mimir!" the boys voice had called out to him, in which had snapped Mimir out of his daydream.

"Uh, in here little brother! I think-I think I found something." Or someone, he thought.

Before long, he could hear the crunch of snow, rock and debris under the boy's feet; heavy footfalls from his father approaching.

"Whoa," began Atreus, snagging up Mimir to hand back to Kratos.

"What is this place, head?" Kratos asked, awaiting Mimir's answer.

"A shrine."

"More like a gravestone." Atreus interrupted, earning a glare from Mimir.

"Whose? Odin's? Another god?" Kratos eagerly questioned.

Atreus had drawn closer, his hands grazing over the carvings that were slashed across it.

"Of those who sleep in the dust of the earth shall awaken by the light of Alfheim" Atreus spoke aloud.

Mimir, shot a look towards Atreus who waited for approval.

"Brother. If I believe I am correct, I know who lies before us." Mimir concluded.

"Any god is an enemy." Kratos growled.

"Aye, understood, this is a friend of mine. Long ago." Mimir pushed, with a sigh.

Kratos said nothing more, motioning to leave, yet Atreus stayed at the face of the sarcophagus etched and surrounded by vines, budding with large flowers.

Atreus held up his bow, drawing back the string. A bead of sweat running down his temple.

"Boy!"

The arrow had collided with the vines, and faded away, the light merging with the stone. There was nothing that had come about it, leaving the boy with much disdain. Atreus, turned away to face his father, who was angered by the rebelling of his son.

"You see, nothing came of that."

"At least I tried."

"Keep your focus on the task ahead, boy." Kratos told Atreus, a stoic expression lining his features.

Atreus nodded, walking alongside his father. Mimir cleared his throat, earning the attention of the young boy.

"Aye lad, the attempt was well appreciated." he says.

Before the three stepped foot from the abandoned shrine, a faint glow caught their attention from behind. Atreus, Mimir and Kratos turned, unaware of what was about to happen.

"Looks like the lad did something." Mimir spoke, while Kratos unhooked him from his belt, holding him out for the boy to take.

Atreus gently grasped his friend in his hand as he cautiously took a step forward towards the stone slab. He reached for the lid, pushing it back, for it did not budge. Heavy and thick was the stone, Atreus looked back to his father, who leaned against the wall watching the two.

"Mind helping your son, brother?" Mimir called to Kratos.

The boy's father, not knowing what to expect from this, did not assume while he firmly placed his hands against the cool rock slab before him.

With a firm shove, the lid to the sarcophagus fell back, crashing against the floor. Light shimmered much more brightly from within, more vines, budding with those same flowers now sprouting. Kratos stepped back, holding his son and Mimir behind him. He readied his weapon, just in case, and waited with bated breath.

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With such a force, her eyes opened as she had been jolted awake. Her vines, her flowers grew wild from her resting place, her hands raising to grasp onto the railing of her tomb. Pulling herself up, a change of the scenery made its way, clouding her sense of judgement.

How long has it been?

While she had leaned up, she used what little power she had acquired to float out and land to the ground, her barefoot lightly touching the ground below her. The long white, embroidered tunic flowing around the woman, spread across the debris littered floor. The flowers adorned her hair, cascading down below her knees, some braided. A gold headpiece glimmered in what little light was around.

For a moment she said nothing, standing there basking in the cold of the small cavern. Her eyes--not to mention her body, adjusting to the brimming, freezing temperature.

"Oh, by the gods..." Said a voice all too familiar to her.

The woman jerked her head towards the three who had stood before her.

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"My lucky stars...it is you!" Mimir croaked out. "Aye, lad! Could you bring me closer?" He asked Atreus, who gave a slight nod, but as he stepped forward Kratos held a firm hand pressed against the boy's shoulder.

"Aye brother, again, this is a friend. There is nothing to worry about." With that, Kratos hesitantly let go of his son, letting him approach the woman.

She waited patiently, as the young teenage boy came to her. She outstretched her arms, as Mimir was placed into her hands. Her hands trembled when she held Mimir's head.

"You look so tired, Mimir. What has happened to you?" she asked, brining him up to her face.

Mimir gave a sad sigh. "Too much and too long of a story lass."

She shook her head, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. All the cheerful sounds of Midgard were replaced by the howling of an empty wind, the shudder of sullen branches and the cry of stollen warmth. Her chest ached, burning with remorse for all the time she had missed.

"I was asleep for so long...tell me, friend. Is it time to ready for spring?" This made Mimir give another heavy sigh. His face hard with regret.

"Quite the opposite, little goddess." There was a a groan from a nearby draugr that alerted the three men, as the goddess shuttered.

"Best to get moving. Come with us, somewhere safe. I assure you. I will tell you everything you need to know on the way, Leif" He promises, as she nods, handing Mimir back to the boy.

She tried walking yet loses her balance and falls forward. Time spent asleep in the stone and she had forgotten how to walk, except she did not hit the ground, for the man with the ghostly appearance had caught her fall.

"Thank you." She whispered loud enough for only him to hear.

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Surrounding her, she sat at the dwarves table, by the boy she had come to know as Atreus, and his father, across from her. She had come to know him as, Kratos. Mimir eyed her with a worried look, for he had noticed her anxiousness for the sudden crowd only being pulled from her eternal resting place only hours ago.

"So, who are you really?" asks Brok, one of the Huldra Brother's. "I find it hard to believe you're a fucking goddess come back to help."

"Brok, hold your tongue, ya' wee fuck." Mimir says sternly, "Alas, that ain't a way to speak to a lady."

Brok snorted, rolling his eyes as Atreus began to speak.

"From the runes on your arms...you're a goddess of spring?"

Mimir retorts, "Not just a goddess of spring-she is the goddess of spring."

Leif agrees with Mimir, folding her hands in her lap. She shyly shrunk away from everyone.

"Begs the question of why you were locked away in that tomb?" Brok yells from across the room.

"That's not a-"

"Well, we are all dying to know-"

"That's none of your concern, especially when she's just woken up-" Mimir interjects.

"Ah, who gives a lousy fuck! All we know she could be working with Odin." Brok hollers back at Mimir.

Odin? The All-Father...she hadn't heard from him in ages. What had become of him? Of everyone at home? Her friends, the spirits? Any of the Midgardians? There was so much going on all at once. Amongst the arguing, she shrinks away more inside her mind, trying to put everything together. None of her questions, answered. Abruptly, Leif stands, with the attention of the others on her now, as she stalks towards the door.

She needed air.

She needed a little space from all the attention that had become of her so quickly.

Through the doors of the Huldra Brother's home, Leif stepped out into the warm breeze in between the realms. To clear her mind, she decided for one way to help her overcome her nervousness.

And she did just that.

#god of war ragnarok #god of war #kratos x reader #heimdall x reader #thor x reader #thor x oc #kratos x oc #heimdall x oc #mimic god of war #Atreus god of war #atreus #gowr #gow ragnarok #tyr gow

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girlfromasgardsblog · 10 months

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Blood Red Lips🍇

Thor Odinson x Amora

Asgard 📍

(Right now)

Thor is sipping his ale and looking at Amora through his chamber’s window. She is practising her enchantments in the lawn on a berry bush, as she casts her spell the time disrupts and the berries turn ripe for one moment and mouldy the another.

She plucks a luscious berry and press it on her lips to leave the stains of its juice, making her lips blood red. Thor takes the last sip of his ale and puts the ale horn on his side table. The Crown Prince of Asgard takes a look at Amora’s whole act with the berry. He couldn’t help but walk to the front lawn and finally reaches to the Enchantress who is turning her back to him. Amora feels his presence and faces him. Gazing into those emerald eyes, the ocean eyed god lowers his head, holds the magical fingers of Amora and slowly whispers,

“Oh those kissable lips of yours, Amora!”

#thor #asgardian #thor of asgard #tales of asgard #thor love and thunder #amora the enchantress #thor x y/n #thor x oc #thor x reader #thor x amora #thor x you #thor imagine #thor odinson x reader #thor fanfiction #thor fic #thor the dark world #thor ragnarok #thor odinson x you

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If it's okay can I please ask for a jealous thor x kianna smut if you're comfortable with that

And the rest is up to you

A/N: Why yes, of course Nunez! I'm always up to explore what I can write, I hope you like what I've cooked up for you! <3

Thunderous Jealousy ⚡❤

➩ In the grand halls of Asgard, amidst a feast celebrating another victorious battle, Thor, the mighty god of thunder, found himself consumed by an unfamiliar emotion.

Jealousy, his lover, Kianna, with her brown short locks and elegant black dress adorned with a striking red bow, had caught the attention of another guest, a handsome warrior neither of them knew.

➩ Reader type: Oc x RoR!Thor

⚠: Jealous partner, being hit on by a stranger, passionate kissing, intimate touching, dirty talk, teasing, indication of public love making, non explicit description of love making, cliffhanger!

Thor watched with a growing unease as the warrior approached Kianna, his charming demeanour drawing her into conversation.

Despite Kianna's polite and nervous demeanour around strangers, especially men. Thor's thunderous gaze did not go unnoticed by the observant guests.

Feeling the prickling heat of jealousy surging through him, Thor clenched his jaw and made his way swiftly toward Kianna and her suitor.

With each step, his resolve hardened, his protective instincts taking hold. As Thor reached them, he could sense Kianna's discomfort, her eyes subtly seeking his reassurance.

Without hesitation, Thor gently but firmly grasped Kianna's hand and pulled her away from the warrior's presence, his touch possessive yet tender.

"Excuse us.." Thor muttered curtly to the bewildered warrior before leading Kianna to a secluded alcove away from prying eyes.

Once they were alone, Thor released a pent-up breath, his expression a mix of frustration and vulnerability.

"Kianna, I couldn't bear to see another man begging for your attention like that, are you alright?" he confessed, his voice laced with raw emotion and worry.

Kianna, understanding the source of Thor's turmoil, placed a comforting hand on his arm.

"Thank you my dear.. I'm okay I suppose."

She reassured him, her gaze unwavering.

"There is no need for jealousy though, for your love is all I could ever desire Thor~"

Thor's tense demeanour softened at Kianna's words, his heart swelling with relief and gratitude.

But then there was something else he suddenly felt, lust.

Pulling the smaller woman close by her waist, the dress revealed enough curves for Thor's imagination to run wild.

Cupped her face in his hands, his lips seeking hers in a kiss filled with passion and longing.

In that moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the echo of their shared love and feelings towards each other.

For Thor, the flames of jealousy had been extinguished, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and devotion for the woman who held his heart.

Thor's lips were warm and soft, his tongue tasting sweet and familiar.

Despite the intensity of their current situation, Kianna couldn't help but get lost in the moment.

His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and dip, making her shiver in delight.

"Then prove to me Kianna, how much do you desire my love tonight~"

Thor whispered, his breath hot as he pulled away from their kiss and went against her ear.

"I want to take you here, right now-"

"We shouldn't!" Kianna interrupted, her heart pounding in her chest.

"We are in public..!"

Thor sighed, before he bites her earlobe to make her quiet down. Kianna whimpered at the stinging sensation, blushing deeply.

"You're right, but if someone sees us. Let them know you're all mine~" Thor expressed with a small grin, his yellow eyes filled with pride at the thought.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing to this but, promise me one thing then..”

"Anything," Thor replied, his voice shaking with desire.

"Make love to me until neither of us can walk anymore," she demanded, her eyes filled with hunger.

"Show me how much you love me in return, Thunder god~”

Thor chuckled in a dark deep tone.

“As you wish little lady~" he said, picking her up with his strong arms, bridal style.

Thor led her to the nearest staircase, putting her down there so it would be easier for him to make love to her.

Kianna’s body was trembling in excitement.

As they ascended, Thor continued to tease her, but this time his fingers brushed against her covered lower half and his lips kissed her neck.

"I know you love to please me, but this time.. Let me give you something in return~"

Kianna moaned softly, her body begging for release. "Please, hurry.." she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

"I need you inside me."

"Patience, my love," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

“We have all the time in the world for me to enter you..eventually~"

Thor gently roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her curves.

"Spread your legs, Kianna," The thunder god commanded, his eyes filled with hunger for what was about to come next.

“You're a tease Thor Odinsson~”

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #romantic fluff #romantic #cannon x oc #smut #ror thor #snv thor #ror thor x oc #snv thor x oc #thor x oc

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Mistakes of the Past ((Ex) Thor x Oc)

“She’s…here?” Steve asked, getting out of Tony’s car.

He nodded. “She bought this land four years ago.”

They walked along a gravel path until they reached a metal gate, it was long worn and just barely holding on.

“Let me just-” Tony started, getting ready to blast the lock.

Steve cut him off by tearing through the chains and throwing it out of the way. “Come on.”

Tony blinked at him before jogging to catch up.

“You’re sure this is the right place?” Steve asked. “Seems pretty…empty.”

As they walked over the hill a green and lush field came into view. The two stopped and gasped at the pristine white house that resided at the end of the plain.

“I’m pretty confident.”

They made it to the smooth cement driveway, an ATV and side-by-side parked next to a side door, on the grass was a green truck with a few bumper stickers.

“Soooooo,” Tony trailed off, staring at the dark oak door. “How are we doing this?”

“Just ring the doorbell?” Steve said like it was obvious.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Because I’m sure she gets tons of visitors out here, and I’m sure she won’t be overjoyed to see us. Have you ever been cursed by her? I have, I could only talk in rhymes for a week.”

“Well-”

They’re heads bolted up at the dog barking, a fully grown German Shepherd whipped around the corner and began to howl and bark at the two men.

“MILA SHUT UP!” A voice roared from inside the house.

The dog didn’t stop, instead getting closer. Footsteps from behind the door. “Mila is swear if there’s another squirrel I’m going to fiaya ra.”

Her voice was as accented as it was back then, Steve and Tony both looked at the door while watching the angry dog. The dog was quickly forgotten as the door whipped open and an angry pale face came out.

“Mila wha-”

Adele froze in her place staring at the two men. “Oh,” She dropped the door handle and stood straight. “Hi.”

She wore casual clothing far unlike her old attire, instead it was replaced by a dark blue hoodie with faded words of Stark Industries in bold letters along with a pair of light gray shorts.

Mila continued to yap in the background, Adele looked at her sharply and snapped her hand. “Mila, get in here.”

The dog dropped her head and lumbered inside.

After she stepped back and opened the door. “It’s hot as fuck outside, come in.”

The main room was wide open with shining oak lining the walls, there was a TV hanging up on the wall with leather couches and arm chairs, along the walls were numerous deer antlers and heads mounted.

“Did you build this?” S asked.

She shrugged. “I’ve had time.”

Tony ran his hand along the wall, looking at the craftsmanship, while Jarvis surveyed the area. “Morgan would tear this place apart.”

“Morgan?” Adele said, returning behind the counter to a small pot of boiling water.

Tony’s face seemed to light up. “Pepper and I’s daughter.”

She smiled warmly. “Congrates.”

“Thank-”

“Sir, a rapidly approaching figure behind you.”

Tony whipped around and looked around. “Wha-”

He was cut off with a grunt and a tiny fist hit his midsection. “GET AWAY FROM MY ATHLA!”

Adele threw her head back and laughed and Tony genuinely struggled against the little girl. “That’s enough Alix.”

The little girl with blonde hair and shining blue eyes stopped and blinked up at him before scampering off to her mother. “Did I do good?”

The little girl was around four, maybe five, she had her father’s eyes and sharp features but her hair and ears belonged to her mother.

Adele smiled and lifted her up. “Very well indeed,” She turned off the stove and turned to the two gaping men. “This is Tony and Steve.”

Her eyes narrowed, she turned to her mother and whispered quietly, Adele nodded and Alix turned to them with bright eyes. “You know my papa?”

The men melted, Steve met Adele’s eyes from behind her head. “I think so Kiddo.”

She wiggled around and her mother set her down to look at them. “Was he cool as momma?”

Tony wrinkled his nose at the thought of him now. “Not nearly,” He knelt down beside the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Alixandra,” She mumbled, she looked up at him. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

“I’ll be alright, Hun.”

“Dinner’s ready baby,” Adele said, putting a bit of noodles with white sauce on a bowl. “Floor or table?”

The little girl perked up. “Floor!”

“Careful,” She warned, handing the plate over.

Once she had bounded over and the beginning of Paw Patrol started. Tony looked at her. “Ady.”

“Want food?” She asked, reaching up for more plates. “No trouble, Alix won’t eat the leftovers so-”

“Does he know?” Steve interrupted quietly.

She got quiet and looked at the top of her daughter's head. Very softly and full of sorrow she whispered. “No.”

Tony covered his mouth with his hand and looked at her with wide eyes. “Oh God.”

She shut her own eyes and nodded. “I know.”

“How long?”

“I found out a year after the blip,” She said, swiping a hand down her face. “Just before he went…you know. I got mad at all the drinking n’ shit, he told me if I hated it that much I could leave at free will,” she sighed. “I understood that he’d be in no place to raise a baby, so I ran here.”

They stared at her. “Have you talked to each other?”

“You didn’t hear the way he spoke to me,” She said sadly. “Like I was an ant under his boot, I couldn’t stand the sight of him.”

Tony snorted. “Neither could we when we found him.”

She barked a laugh. “That bad?”

“We brought him to the compound,” Steve told her, grinning. “Drank for an hour, spent the last five days crying over his missing wife.”

“Tell the bastard I refuse to see him until he gets his act together,” She scoffed, the men became uncomfortable. “What?”

Tony cleared his throat. “Ady he thinks you died.”

Adele’s eyebrows raised. “He could not be farther from wrong.”

“And you don’t want to see him under any circumstance?” Steve asked fidgeting, Tony gave him a ‘wtf’ look.

She squinted at him. “Not if I can help it,” Her eyes turned panicked real quick. “He’s not here is he,” She looked at Alix who was giggling at the TV.

“No no no,” Tony said, waving his hand. “It’s just…we have a plan, you know, to bring everyone back.”

The elf turned quiet looking at her daughter and pursing her lips. “You need my help.”

“We need all the help we can get,” Steve corrected. “You know more than anyone about the Aether.”

She sneered and waved her hand, a floating hologram of the infinity stone in question appeared in front of them. “That vile thing was the undoing of my civilization, it’s a goddamn living vessel of evil,” Alix looked behind her in fright, Adele dropped her magic and waved at her daughter.

Alix gave her a confused look and got ready to stand up, her mother shook her head and she plopped back down. As much as Adele would hate to admit it, she wanted her daughter to see the best of this universe and with the blip it wouldn’t happen.

Steve sighed. “I know it’s a lot to ask of you, especially with a kid but-”

She sighed and dropped her head into her hands. “Faja.”

Tony smirked at her swear. “Pepper can watch the kid.”

Adele sat up and glared at the two. “I hate you two.”

“Hey Pepper,” Adele said smiling at the red haired woman, she gasped and sobbed running to hug her.

“Adele! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my..”

The sat for a while and embraced each other, Tony with Alix and Steve with a few suitcases, awkwardly stood there. “Hey there woman I married!” Tony exclaimed prying her away from Adele. “Missed you too!”

Pepper glared at him. “Did you get milk while you were out?”

“Well..no.”

She brushed past him and looked at Steve, again her hand fluttered to her face and she gasped. “Is that-”

The little girl snored again, tucked against Steve’s neck drool falling on his shirt. Adele smiled fondly at her. “This is Alix.”

She took him from Steve and into her own arms, Pepper’s eyes filled with unshed tears and she looked at the toddler. “Is she Thor’s?”

Adele smiled thinly and nodded, Pepper’s look of pity was enough to make her think of less than pleasant memories. “Yes.”

“Mooooooooommmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”

Tony went into the cabin and opened his arms. “Maguna!”

“Dadda,” She said. “Can I have a popsicle?”

He dropped his arms and turned to an amused Adele. “Does yours do this? I put you in your mother, show some respect.”

“Yes or no?” Morgan pressed, she finally looked behind her and her eyes lit up at the sight of Steve. “UNCLE STEVIE,” She bolted up and forgot about the popsicle, Steve set down the bags and scooped the kid into his arms. “What are you doing here?” Finally she set eyes on Adele who was wiping off Alix’s face. “Who this.”

Tony took her from Steve and walked over to Adele. “This is Legolas.”

Adele laughed softly. “Hello Mrs. Stark.”

Morgan watched her. “Who are you?”

“I just told you-”

Adele shushed Tony, getting a laugh out of the little girl. “My name is Adele.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Your voice is funny.”

Tony put her down. “She’s an alien, can you show her to the guest room?”

She skipped up the stairs and waited for Adele. “We don’t get visitors a lot, actually sometimes Happy comes. But he doesn’t count. Oh! And Momma’s friend Sarah comes with Josh, but he’s seven and doesn’t like playing with me. Is your daughter five like me? I want more friends, dadda had a lot of friends. In the avengers, were you in the avengers?” She continued to ramble until Alix was laid down and they were walking down stairs. “-You have pretty hair, I wish mine was like yours. My dad likes to braid my hair but I don’t like it.”

Tony smiles as they come into the living room. “Maguna.”

“Are you really an-” She looked at her dad. “What.”

“What?” he mocks. “Bedtime, go with Mom.”

She gasps and clutches Adele’s leg. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

Pepper shushes her quickly and picks her up. “C’mon stinky.”

The kid whines and cries all the way up, the three of them sigh and Adele slumps into an armchair. “Oh gods.”

Tony yawns and cracks his neck. “Alright no rest yet, game plan time.”

Sitting around a round table they look at a model of the time machine. “And you’re at 100 percent?”

Adele looked down at her hands. “It’s in my blood, Tony, I’ll be fine.”

“Just double checking.”

Steve pushed off the table. “Then it’s settled, we leave tomorrow.”

“I love you,” Adele said, looking intensely into her daughter’s eyes. “I’ll be gone for a few days, you’ll be here with Aunt Pepper and Morgan.”

She sniffled and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. “Where goin’?”

Her mother smiled sadly. “You remember the stories I told you of?”

Alix gasped and grabbed her mom’s cheeks. “Goin’ see papa? Tell him I love him”

Steve’s eyes turned down and Tony rubbed Adele’s back. The woman shakily kissed her daughter’s forehead and sighed. “I love you Aldalacka.”

“Love you too Athla.”

Adele kept her eyes outside, watching the trees roll by as she got farther from her child.

“She’ll be fine, momma bear,” Steve said looking at her in the rearview.

She chuckled and looked at him. “I know that, just nervous.”

They rolled up to the white building, her eyebrows shot to the car roof and she whistled. “You know I think I liked the tower more.”

Tony laughed. “Well you damn Asguardians kept breaking the roof.”

“Fair.”

They strode into the building, Tony and Steve in their usual attire, Adele wore a pair of black leggings and a dark green t-shirt. She had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and her pale hair was braided loosely from the top of her scalp down to her waist.

“Someone wanna explain the spaceship?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Stark?”

Tony threw his hands up. “Blame the raccoon.”

“The…what?” She paused a few steps from the doors.

“You’ll see,” Steve said, holding the door.

She walked in hesitantly and followed Tony to an elevator. “How many people are here?”

Steve winced. “I’m not sure people is the right word.”

The elevator opened to a board room.

“FUCK YOU I’M RIGHT!”

“SCREW YOU JACKASS ITS 14 AND YOU KNOW IT!”

Tony stomped in, Steve and Adele following behind. “WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?” He yelled.

Slowly she took in the sight before her, The Hulk and a raccoon were leaning over a table looking at a blueprint locked in a screaming match. In chairs, half asleep, was Rhodey and Natasha, Clint was standing beside a door on his phone like this was a regular occurrence, a blue chick was performing live operation to her wrist with a screwdriver, another average looking man was looking at everything in wonder.

She looked around the room slowly before looking at Steve with a quizzical expression, he shrugged, she frowned and crossed her arms.

“Tony,” The hulk sighed, Adele’s jaw dropped. “Finally someone competent.”

“Excuse-”

“Should the jump point be at 7.5 or 14.5?” He asked.

Tony glanced down at the papers. “7.5.”

The raccoon jumped up and clapped his hands with a whoop. “HAH.”

Hulk sighed and erased a note. “Okay then.”

Meanwhile Adele stood blubbering like a fish, Steve walked forward and dragged her with him. “Team, this is Adele, some of you may know her,” Nat, Clint, Rhodey, and Hulk all looked up at her. “Some of you may not,” The raccoon was looking at her ears with dollar signs in his eyes, the average looking man had an awestruck look on his face, the blue lady couldn’t care less. “She’s an elf as you may be able to tell and knows first hand information about the Aether.”

“How much for the ears?” The raccoon asked with a smirk.

She looked at him curiously. “How much to get you to shut up?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Adele?” Natasha said, walking up to her. “Jesus Chirst where have you been?”

She smiled sadly. “Long story.”

Hulk stood up and gave her a bear hug. “Ady!”

Adele squeaked and released a burst of energy from her palm to push him back. “Bruce?!?!?”

He rubbed his neck bashfully and nodded. “Long story.”

She swore in elvish and gave him up and down. “I can tell.”

Clint came up to her next. “Come to collect Gandum Style?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Who?”

His face turned surprised. “Thor? You know that god you married?”

“Oh shit,” She mumbled. “Forgot about that.”

Natasha gave her a worried look. “What happened these past years.”

She had opened her mouth to talk about Alix.

A broken whisper came from behind her. “Adele?”

She tensed and slowly turned, for a moment she could say a word, because holy fucking shit this guy needed a day at the gym. “What the fuck.”

His eyes filled with tears. “I-” He stopped and reached for her.

She flinched aggressively and smacked his hand away. “Gakape ke faja raefe kam io (Get the fuck away from me),” She spat. “I don’t want to catch whatever this is.”

If Adele had been in a calm state of mind maybe she wouldn’t be speaking like this. For a moment the heartbroken and longing look of this man's face cleared the clouds. Then she remembered how he treated her after she offered to help every time he was down.

Thor dropped his hand and looked down at his grubby clothes. “I’m not ill.”

“Look at yourself,” She snarled. “Disgusting,” Steve grabbed her forearm and pulled her back before it could get worse. Not before her last words, they jarred him straight to his core. “Io Aldalacka fra losana re reminre (My Alixandra loves you even if she doesn’t know you).”

As she walked away he whispered. “Who is Alixandra?”

Tony sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Jarvis remind me to throw away all of my beer.”

“Will do, sir.”

#Thor x oc #Avengers x oc #oc #oc fanfiction #fanfiction #i have no idea what in doing #avengers endgame #marvel #Avengers x reader #Thor x reader

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greengoblinswifey · 2 years

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I think I've read every single thor fanfic on here. I need more. fanfiction writers, work your smut magic I beg.

#thor #thor odinson #thor love and thunder #thor x reader #thor x oc #thor x reader smut #thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x y/n #thor odinson x you #thomas #chris hemsworth

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frostironfudge · 10 months

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Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Twenty

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader, Bucky x Loki x Reader

Characters: Loki, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange, Baron Zemo, Other OCs

Warnings: 18+ minots dni, angst, witch-vampire bonds, coven dynamics, blood drinking, emotional, swearing, sm/ut, mmf, mm, mf, thre/esome, soul bonds, vamipire stuff, or/al, fing/ering

Word Count: 5.1k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Chapter Nineteen || Epilogue

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Chapter Twenty: Time Will Be Immortalised

Eight Months Ago.

They all stood at the foot of Thor’s grave. Nia placed a single flower near the headstone. Her hand pressed upon the apex, “God, Thor, did you have to be so horrible?” She grumbles.

Loki stands solemnly between Bucky and Y/N. Her head resting against his arm and Bucky’s palm intertwined with his own.

The vampire sighs, looking at the grave. Stephen and Emery stand a few feet behind Loki. Though he had an off feeling about the dead vampire, he had hoped this would not be the outcome.

“He made bad choices.” Y/N reasons, Bucky wants to scoff. His displeasure at her words traverse across the steadily growing bond. Y/N’s gaze meets his blue eyes.

“He didn’t take care of you as he had promised. Do not make excuses for his choice of actions.” Loki looks down at Y/N.

“I—,” She begins but Bucky shakes his head.

“Poetess, things would have been much different if he held focus upon you.” The warlock reasons.

“He’s right, even if I did not know the truth of Loki leaving you. Thor did, I would have understood why he was being protective.” Nia stands, turning away from Thor’s grave.

Y/N stays quiet, eyes lingering upon the headstone.

‘Thor Odinson — brother, first love, and friend. Immortal in memory.’

Nia did not want to write soulmate, he didn’t deserve that title.

“He did possess good qualities, it is a shame they were outshined by the bad.” Stephen adds, Nia joins them.

“Any bars nearby?” She questions Loki, this was their hometown, built by them over years, most of the land owned by them.

“In the town square there are five, Meade’s is decent, good hard liquor.” Loki chuckles as Nia grins.

“Pretty good tab we’ll be stacking up.” Emery chuckles then looks at Y/N.

“You okay?” They ask her, she nods in response.

Having Emery know everything made their friendship even more strong. Y/N could tell them everything. They could ask the questions that Y/N could answer while still preserving her recovering mental health.

The bond thrums Y/N and Bucky eye Loki curiously.

“You three go ahead, I want to take them to Mum’s resting place.” Loki gestures with his head towards the path which leads to the destination in mind.

“Very well.” Stephen intertwines his hand with Emery's, they blush. Y/N has a knowing smile upon her face. Stephen chuckles.

Emery meets her gaze, their happiness shining through the smile they harbour.

Nia checks her phone for messages from the law firm, nothing new, no fires to put out. She sighs, tucking the device back and following Stephen to the bar.

Loki, Bucky and Y/N remain back.

“I know I should have asked the two of you before—,”

“We’d like to meet her.” Y/N interrupts, quelling Loki’s nervousness.

Bucky smiles as well, “We would be honoured to meet the woman who raised our mate.”

Loki smiles, leading them to the grave that has flowers bordering it.

“These were her favourite, we had a garden back home.” Loki touches the petals as the flowers sway in the wind. “Mother, this is Y/N and this is James, they both are my mates.”

Bucky and Y/N look at each other and then at the grave, then Loki,

“You have a wonderful son.”

“So full of love.”

Loki smiles hearing their words as he kneels placing his lips to the headstone.

“She is proud of you, you know?” Bucky adds with a smile.

Loki nods, “I wish she could have met the two of you.”

“We wish we could have met her too.” Y/N places a palm on Loki’s shoulder. it trembles despite her best effort.

She attempts to use the spell that would allow him to feel her embrace.

The spell spurs in and out, flickering like a broken lightbulb.

Bucky feels her frustration. Loki is about to tell Y/N that it is okay, she needs to rest. When his mother’s embrace takes over.

Y/N stares at Bucky’s warm hand placed upon her own. Eyes closed in concentration to stabilise her spell. She sighs, the inability to perform magick frustrating her to no beyond.

“Just a matter of time, you will get back to it.” Bucky whispers, peeking at her with one eye open, “Then we can have a magick battle to see who is the better spell caster.” He grins focusing back on the spell after her frown is turned into a smile.

“You both are not doing anything reckless.” Loki pipes up.

Y/N giggles, Bucky looks at her and winks, “Of course, we won’t.”

“I felt the wink, Warlock. Witchling, you better not be agreeing with him.” Loki mutters.

“Good, the bond works then.” Bucky laughs, drawing more laughter from their mate.

“Little troublemakers.” In a blur Loki has the two of them flush against him in his arms, lips brushing over their foreheads.

Seven Weeks Ago.

Y/N had avoided speaking to her quote unquote mother for as long as she could. Clark and Miles suggested she get it over with, but Sierra surprisingly told her to take her time. The moon ruled over them, as Celestials there was a bond of a higher calibre.

Y/N purses her lips, as she trudges to Clark, moving away from where Bucky and Miles were discussing types of divination.

“Keeping secrets?” Clark chuckles, gesturing for her to sit, she shakes her head.

“What do you know about power transferring? I read in one of the books that we can store powers in inanimate objects or other…. beings.” She keeps her gaze steady.

“Who do you want to transfer your powers to?” He places the book on the side table.

“I’m not sure if I want to but I’d like the option open.” Y/N admits, fingers drumming against her thighs. The thoughts she was having, the aversion to magick that suddenly was thrust upon her only to take Alexander down.

It felt alien to her. Not a part of herself as it should feel.

“Transferring is no easy feat, razor sharp focus and the person should accept your powers before the spell.” Clark writes upon a piece of paper, handing it to Y/N.

“This book is in the library, you can take it. I hope you think it through before giving away your abilities.” He regards her, knowing he was hard upon her.

“It doesn’t feel as though it is my own.” She admits out loud for the first time. Fingers run over the written words upon the paper. She sighs.

“You can work on it, as part of the coven–,”

“Am I part of it? I didn’t have a traditional initiation, I just practised and learned to protect. I know you’d save them over me.” Her words silence the High Priest.

“I will admit your journey has not been the easiest.” Clark wonders what words are correct, soothing in this situation. It doesn’t come easily to him.

“It hasn’t.” Y/N agrees, biting down on her bottom lip to stop the tears.

Weak. The word rings across her mind.

“Giving up isn’t the way.” He advises, reaching out to place a comforting palm over her forearm.

“I’m not giving up Clark, I just, I feel disconnected. I went through so much with everything. I don’t belong in this world in this way. I can’t push myself to work with something that doesn’t seem to want me.” Y/N looks up at him, hoping he understands.

Clark nods, “If you want to practise or have questions let me know. Learn to cloak the object you do pick. If it is another witch or warlock I suggest speaking to them first about it.”

“Thank you.”

Bucky’s leg bounces as he watches Y/N approach the dinner table. Loki places a gentle hand on his knee. Reassuring him silently. Two weeks after the meeting with the Celestials and things were going well for the three of them. Date nights, days, falling further in love. Exploring aspects of their bonds one on one and together.

Things were looking further upwards and onwards for all of them. Y/N and Bucky both recovering from the traumas of the past year. Healing.

The bonds no longer looked decaying and broken but now gleamed gold, fragments repaired.

“You’re not going to hurt her by your decision.” Loki assures yet again, the sinking feeling Bucky has quells in the slightest when he feels the love rush across the bond.

Y/N grins at the two, her loves, her mates.

Recovery wasn’t an easy road in the slightest but things seemed better, felt better. She takes her place at the table. The mahogany is covered with different dishes for dinner.

Impeccably plated and micro greens used for garnishing.

Loki cooked, she deemed then her brows furrowed. It was Bucky’s turn to cook today, she looks up at the warlock who regards her and allows his own unease to trickle past his carefully guarded walls.

“You can tell me… what happened?” Y/N reaches towards him, Bucky’s fingers intertwine with her own. Giving a squeeze he grounds himself.

She had her own decision to share, but what had Bucky worried would take priority.

Loki grasps Bucky’s other hand, “Whenever you’re comfortable.”

Y/N squeezes Bucky’s hand, he nods. Pursing his lips and then closing his eyes. She gazes upon Loki; he offers a smile that is assuring but she notes the hint of his own anxiousness.

“Whatever it is we’ll get through it okay? We’ve been doing so well since everything went down months ago, even the pending conversation with Moonmy.” Y/N recounts, attempting to ease their worries.

“I have decided that I want to turn. I’m close enough to Loki’s apparent age and I think it is time.” Bucky’s words are met with happiness from his bond with Loki. The vampire is smiling at his mate.

“Oh.” The word leaves past her lips with such heartbreak her mates both lose their smiles.

“Are-are you not happy?” Bucky begins to pull his hand away from her own.

Y/N tightens her grip on his hand, “Bucky, I am happy, I just, I wanted to discuss something with you and based on your decision I don’t think what I had in mind will work out. I’m happy for you, I’m glad you’re taking this step and Loki and I both are here for you during your transition and after it.”

“What did you want to discuss?” Bucky counters, not allowing her to be dismissive.

“It’s nothing, I–,”

“Witchling.” Loki shakes his head, “You need to share whatever it is that is bothering you, with us.”

“Exactly, Poetess. How are we to provide you with the tools necessary or be there for you in the way you need us to be there if you don’t tell us?” Bucky unlaces their intertwined fingers cupping her cheek.

The book and her notes weigh heavy on her chest.

Loki and Bucky exchange a glance then gaze back at their mate. Observing her internal turmoil. Watching her swallow before gesturing with her index finger for them to wait. She heads upstairs.

Loki follows her footsteps with his hearing, “Her reading room.” He watches Bucky’s brows furrow attempting to decipher what was there that had a profound impact.

“She has been in there quite a lot, I deemed it was for her return to her course.” The warlock reasons.

Y/N returns, a thick book and notes in hand, post-its sticking out of several places and handwriting strewn across the pages haphazardly. Loki denotes the different coloured pens adding to the notes.

“I um, I was reading up on how to transfer powers.” Y/N begins placing the books and notes in front of the two. Bucky takes her notes and Loki opens the book to the first sticky tab annotation.

“Transferring powers is not uncommon, but you will require training.” Bucky assures, “I think you will be able to do it.”

“I, um, yes, yeah, practice is required but it’s straight forward.” Y/N agrees, her fingers intertwine as she fidgets nervously. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Bucky hums as he reads over her notes, “This is good extensive research. I’m pleased and an object that can be kept safe so that no one may steal and–, oh.”

Loki’s gaze moves from the book to the page Bucky is reading.

‘While transferring powers to inanimate objects is the far more common and reversible practice it is not lost that a witch or warlock can provide another living being – either animal or human with their powers, provided permission is sought and the recipient of the powers is willing.’

‘Supernatural beings such as witches, warlocks, werewolves and vampires may be considered as recipients; this practice is lesser known and explored. It is deemed, however, to be an irreversible spell.’

Bucky’s azure eyes find Y/N’s nervous gaze. Loki gazes upon her as well.

“Why?” The two of them ask her together.

“I don’t feel connected to my powers… I know I did the magick when it was required but,” she looks to her warlock, “You had your initiation, a coven that cherished you as their own and not a pawn that was needed to fight battles and only trained in a manner of dire circumstance.”

“You’ve been doing well, gaining control.” Loki counters, he feels her heartbreak before she vocalises it. Bucky winces, this wasn’t the reaction she expected or hoped for from them.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m getting better… I just, I appreciate the powers, I appreciate what flows through my veins but it’s second nature or rather basic instinct for all the other warlocks and witches I know. For me it's…” She takes a deep breath.

“Does it feel as if it's more of a burden to you?” Bucky offers, his heart cracking as she nods. His Poetess’ entire demeanour feeling as if she’s admitting defeat.

“Did you want to transfer your powers to an object?” Loki shifts the focus, they needed to know what she was thinking and how to get through this together.

Y/N says nothing just swallows the lump forming in her throat, her eyes flashing towards Bucky and then back to her fidgeting hands.

Bucky looks at Loki, the two gaze down at her notes. Finding the small scribble at the corner.

‘Ask Bucky… if he says no then consider Midnight’s old collar.’

“Did you want me to be the one to receive your powers?” Bucky questions, thumb brushing over her handwriting on the paper. She doesn’t answer.

“Witchling…” Loki’s voice is pleading; making her look at him.

“Okay, you know what? We’re going to the living room to discuss this, this isn’t a conversation where you need to feel small or thinking you’re asking something you aren’t supposed to,” Bucky tucks the notes back in the book. He then walks towards his mate, gently taking her hand and guiding her to the couch. The three spent the most time either reading, talking or binge watching shows and movies.

Y/N easily falls into place across Bucky’s lap, Loki follows suit settling next to them, his hand holding hers, kissing her palm. Bucky allows Y/N to nuzzle against the crook of his neck grounding herself before they continue the conversation.

“You don’t have to be afraid alright?” Loki assures, “No matter what choice Bucky makes, his feelings towards you won’t change nor will he feel forced to choose for you.”

Bucky feels her nod, his palm rubs up and down her back soothing her.

Loki presses a soft kiss to Bucky’s temple, “You do know you won’t be forced to choose.”

“I know, I want to hear our mate out completely and help her research further before taking an informed decision together.”

Y/N takes a few more grounding breaths, lifting her head from Bucky’s neck and she faces the two of them. Her explanation falls from her lips the feeling of disconnect, the way it doesn’t feel nurturing. As though it was a chore to teach her rather than a tradition of passing down knowledge.

Bucky understands every word, knowing what it is to have a coven that nurtures their baby witches and warlocks rather than just prepping them for battle as if a lamb to slaughter.

Loki understands nodding along to everything, a worried pit forming in his stomach at the prospect of her regretting the decision.

“It’s okay if you say no…” She shrugs, “I just, I think I was supposed to be normal?” Once she’s done she looks at both waiting for a response.

“You’re anything but ordinary, witchling.” Loki kisses her nose making her giggle.

“Look, I’m not saying no, but I did consider the fact that I would lose my powers when I turned.” Bucky begins, “It’s not to say that I don’t mind losing them, but my powers are another thing that connects me to my coven and Grandmother. I know I would probably have some other kind of ability in place if it is part of my transition but I doubt it.”

“Celestials are known to retain their abilities after the shift.” Loki adds.

“I could transfer my powers to an inanimate object,” Bucky looks at Y/N, “It humanises me, then you could well transfer your powers to me.”

Her features light up.

“Provided the two of you research this in depth and are equally prepared.” Loki adds, “Also if her transfer doesn’t work can you reabsorb your powers from the inanimate object?”

“I will be able to, it’s reversible.” Bucky assures, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Loki’s ear. Then brushes his lips against Y/N’s cheek.

“Will you be telling Moonmy?” Bucky raises a brow.

“I guess she already knows…” Y/N shrugs, “It doesn’t matter if she says no, either way I want to do it.”

“If you had undergone a better time as part of the coven would you still feel the same way?” Bucky questions her, Y/N ponders over it, replaying all the interactions she saw between the other members and the stories Bucky told her.

“I wouldn’t feel disconnected if I had that kind of witchy upbringing.” Y/N admits.

“Okay.” Bucky nods.

“Dinner then research?” Loki offers, his mates both nod.

Present.

“Professor?” One of Loki’s students cuts through his thoughts of the past five weeks. He refocuses into the present, plastering on a smile for the student.

Questions answered for his students yet Loki’s own worried curiosity knows no bounds. He retires to his office, heading straight for the alcohol.

“Pour me a glass.” Bucky’s whisper travels across the floor to Loki. He places another glass filling it with the amber liquid.

The vampire waits for his warlock to join in, Bucky opens the door, closing it softly. In a few strides he’s pressed up against Loki. Wrapped in each other’s arms. Their mutual worry over their mate quelling in the slightest.

“It will be alright.” Bucky whispers, “It has to be.”

“It will be my warlock.” Loki runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair, he sighs leaning for more support onto his mate.

Grasping onto his blazer lapels, blue eyes meet green ones. Loki leans in, his lips meet Bucky’s own. The soft gesture is comforting enough to quell the growing anxiety.

They part when their phones vibrate and chime in unison.

The dates had aligned; it was the phase of the lunar cycle when Bucky would be completing his conversion. It was also the night they would be transferring the powers before Loki would complete the process and turn Bucky into his own kind.

Bucky’s nerves were shot but in a good way. Excitement of being the same creature as his mate, having the chance to deepen the bond he shared with Y/N. There was a part of him that was melancholic over the loss of his original powers.

The blue markings on his left arm glow in response to his call. He traces the lines with his eyes.

Loki gently raises Bucky’s palm to his lips, tracing the lines to his elbow.

“Loki.” Bucky whispers, red rims surround his vampire’s eyes, “Loki.” he says yet again with need.

Loki pulls Bucky closer, nose tracing the juncture of his chest and neck, “You smell divine, our mates blood mixed with yours and mine.” open mouthed kisses have Bucky whimper. His shirt unbuttoned, Loki sinks to his knees. Undoing the jeans, Bucky hisses as the confines upon him are released.

Loki brushes his lips over the tip, Bucky’s fingers tangle in his hair.

“Mate, you’ve come at the right time.” Loki speaks, Bucky’s eyes snap open and towards the door.

“I,” Y/N’s hand is frozen on the door knob, arousal brims through the two bonds

“Poetess I-,” Bucky’s words are cut off as Loki takes his length in his mouth, cheeks hollowed, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

‘Get inside.’ Loki’s voice instructs in her mind.

Y/N scrambles inside, locking the door. She moans at the sight of her mates. Bucky beckons her closer. His lips meeting hers in a bruising kiss, teeth and tongue and moans as Loki continues his movements, varying speeds enjoying the sounds he draws from Bucky.

The scent of Y/N’s arousal urges Loki on, one hand caresses Bucky’s balls. The other moves along her inner thigh, the skirt allowing him leverage. Her soaked panties have him moan around Bucky.

The three moan in unison.

Loki’s thumb draws circles over her clit, the fabric adding another layer of sensations that have her whimper into Bucky’s mouth. Bucky’s arm wraps around her waist, holding her flush against him.

Their sounds grow needier, Loki times his head bobbing to the thrusts his fingers provide to Y/N. His sweet mates unravelled for him. Bucky tugs on his hair.

Y/N moves as Bucky lifts her in his arms, facing Loki. Her dripping cunt soaking his cock her legs thrown over Loki’s shoulders. His fingers now move on her clit.

Loki takes Bucky back in his mouth, their mixed arousal only urging him onward.

She falls apart first with a cry, her head thrown back against Bucky’s left shoulder. Bucky places kisses over her neck as he moans against her sweet spot as he cums. Loki swallows every drop they give him.

Slowly the two humans calm down, Loki kisses them deeply each stated to an extent.

“What brought you to my office?” Loki questions his witchling.

“I um, forgot…” Y/N’s cheeks flush, drawing laughter from Bucky.

“Perhaps another set of orgasms might jog your memory.” Loki offers, Y/N squeals before she’s placed on his desk. Bucky and Loki both gaze at her glistening folds.

“We’re the luckiest aren’t we Loki?” Bucky’s large palm traces up her thigh, spreading her legs further apart.

“We are.” Loki agrees, “Have your fill my Warlock. I’ll have her moan around my cock.”

Y/N clenches around nothing, preening under their intense gazes, words having her grow wetter.

Bucky takes a seat on Loki’s chair, lips tracing her folds as his lips then latch upon her clit. Loki traces her parted lips with his cock before slowly sinking into her beautiful mouth.

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Everything was set up, candles arranged in the shape of a crescent. Y/N sitting at the centre of it. Bucky’s jaw clenched as the air became heavier around them.

Iridescent glimmers shift through, candle light adding to the glow. Embers casting shadows across their features and the walls.

Loki attempts to quell the growing unease across the bonds. Disallowing his trepidation to trickle to his already worried mates.

Y/N bit her bottom lip, eyes meeting his then drifting to Bucky. The warlock gives an encouraging nod. His spell was done, he was left without powers, they were encased into a necklace he had bought for Y/N.

She blinks, the white glow returns. Loki swallows, shifting towards Bucky. The warlock grabs his hand. Then let it go.

It was time.

The charged air seems to move. Loki watches, the flames of the candles shift into circles. Burning full moons.

Bucky swallows, feeling the first of the powers wrapping around him. His eyes close.

The charged air recedes into nothing, the flames return to their normal shape. Y/N’s eyes open first, no glow present. Her eyes move to Bucky. Loki waits, their breaths held.

Bucky falls to his knees, wheezing and then his eyes open. White crescents visualise across his irises and then fade back to blue.

‘She may have given you her powers, but they do not make you a celestial.’ The voice rings across the room. The necklace shatters into pieces and blue lines form along the broken fragments. They move towards Bucky wrapping around his left arm.

The moon gave him back the markings of his old coven. The three of them stare at one another for long moments.

Loki and Y/N move then, helping Bucky up. The warlock only stares at his arm, the lines do not fade as they used to but now remain as a constant as though a glowing tattoo.

Her hand reaches to touch the line, she had done it before, but this time she feels nothing.

No flow of magick. Nothing weighing down upon her, making her struggle to stay afloat. A responsibility she wasn’t encouraged or nurtured to bear.

No sense of connection to Bucky and Loki beyond the soul bonds.

The way it should have been. The way it felt before her awakening as though there was something between them but now it was more, deeper and defined.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bucky gently grasps her face, wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“I don’t regret it. I just, it feels peaceful?” Y/N looks up at him, he nods.

“I just feel my magick, not the Celestial one.” Bucky admits his own eyes glazing over with tears, “Even if I don’t retain it when I turn it's okay.”

Loki pulls the two of them into his embrace.

Kissing every bit of their faces, taking away the tears that flow. Salt on his lips, his mates cradled in his arms.

Nia, Stephen and Emery join them hours later. In the last of the night, Bucky consumes the last vial of Loki’s blood mixed with Y/N’s. The taste wasn’t blood-like, the bit of ironish rust taste one would get when trying to curb the bleed of a paper cut.

“This next part may hurt.” Loki says, setting the glass down.

“It definitely will hurt.” Stephen pipes up.

“Does it have to be this way?” Emery questions, their own transformation pending.

Stephen reaches out to them, gently stroking their arm to soothe them.

“It has to be a sort of clean death. Not to say other forms of killing don’t work. They do but this is swifter.” Nia explains nursing another glass of alcohol. Y/N looks at her in worry.

“Nia…”

“Doesn’t affect me. Perks can’t get drunk.”

“Nia.. still.”

“Drop it, your boyfriend’s about to turn into a vampire. We’ll discuss this later.” Yet again Nia tables the discussion.

The loss of Thor doesn’t hurt as much. It’s the betrayal, Nia missing the signs. Signs she was fucking good at noticing.

“Just do it.” Bucky exhales, eyes meeting Y/N’s worried ones, “Just a nap, Poetess.”

“Just a nap.” She affirms, walking back to him.

“It’s going to hurt like a bitch.” Nia reminds Y/N, she nods.

“My blood runs through him, so I know he will awaken, I’ll be there to hold you through it. Unfortunately you know the experience of the breaking of a bond.” Loki strokes her cheek, “I’ll keep the bond fully open so it may help quell the despair.”

“Or you end up feeling mine.” She mutters.

Bucky laughs, “Look, he fully deserves to feel it.”

“Bucky!” Y/N lightly hits his chest.

“Rude.” Loki rolls his eyes but he smiles at the banter.

“Hey you were the one deciding for us before. This is just karma.”

Y/N laughs at Bucky’s retort, Loki grumbles under his breath.

“Alright, alright, it’s a bit of time away from Bucky.” Stephen assures, pointing at the clock.

Loki grapes Bucky’s face gently, palms moving to his jaw.

“I trust you.” Bucky assures, “I love you both.” He looks between his two mates, smiling.

“I love you.”

“I love you, thank you, for trusting me.” Loki places a kiss on his forehead.

Y/N and Emery close their eyes. The cracking sound has them flinch.

At first Y/N feels nothing and then the bond rips apart, her chest heaves. Loki grasps onto her pulling her against him where the two remain near Bucky. He opens the bond he shares with Bucky to the bond he shares with her.

The certainty of his soon to return to life status begins to wash over the turmoil in Y/N’s chest. Her sobs begin to quiet and tiredness takes over. Loki rocks her back and forth, her hand not leaving Bucky’s own.

Sleep finds her after an hour still not letting go of Bucky. Loki feels the vampire aspect take over Bucky stronger, the warlock markings begin to gleam and change. The parallel lines once linear now wrap around his arm.

Y/N is placed in the farthest room as it gets closer to Bucky’s awakening. Nia and Loki remain in the house to prevent things from going south in case the bloodlust is too much for Bucky to handle.

The former warlock stirs, groaning, his hand reaches for his neck rubbing over where he could feel the ghost of the bone breaking. Bucky’s eyes open, black with red rims, a deep hunger manifesting in his belly. As he licks his lips they are dry, parched. The thirst is taking over. He suppresses it, walking to the mirror to observe the changes he’s gone through.

The short sleeved V neck fits him, his features seemingly sharper and defined but not taking away from what he was born as a human with, it wasn’t as though he was fully changed.

When he touches his face with his left hand he notices the biggest difference. The three lines of his tattoo now wrap around his arm in swirls.

The middle line has a small crescent at his wrist and a star akin to the northern star is now over his cubital fossa. At the centre of the star however, is a crescent moon with a tiny sprig of lavender.

Pride swirls in his chest as does a familiar happiness, Bucky turns, Loki stands at the door with a bottle in hand.

“Welcome back, James.” Loki greets with a bright smile, their bond thrums. Bucky almost knocks his mate over when he’s by his side in a blur. Loki chuckles, wrapping his mate in his arms.

“Loki.” He breathes, melting into his embrace.

“You need to feed.” Loki reminds and the thirst comes back tenfold.

“I need to see her.” Bucky argues.

“Warlock, she’s still human.”

“She’s my mate.”

“And you will know then to feed before you see her.” Loki’s eyes turn black with red rims in response to the defiance, “Quell the beast within, James. You do not want to accidentally hurt Y/N.”

Bucky clenches his jaw, pushing away from Loki, “You didn’t tell me it was this hard, curbing the need to be with my mates.”

“You’re a half mated newborn, two basic urges are strong.” Loki hands the bottle to Bucky.

The latter drinks the blood in large gulps, sighing in content as the thirst quells.

“Better?”

“Maybe after two more bottles.” He jokes, Loki chuckles.

Two more bottles are consumed, Bucky wipes the corner of his lip.

Enhanced hearings pick up soft careful steps and then a ‘oof’ along with a whined out call of Nia’s name.

“You will wait patiently for Bucky to come to you.” Nia chastises Y/N, She huffs in response literally being dragged away as though a child.

“I need to see him.” She reasons when Nia pauses in the room.

“I know, but you need to let him feed,” Nia looks to the side, “Well you’re in luck, impatient little human he’s on his way.”

Nia stops at the door, “There are about 5-6 gatorades in the drawer.”

“For what?”

“Stamina, you have to keep up with two vampires now.” Nia laughs, easily dodging the pillow thrown her way.

Y/N sits at the edge of the bed. There is a knock at the door. Her heartbeat picks up, as does the rustling of pages within her chest, as though pages being turned to reach the favourite part of a beloved novel.

Loki smiles at Bucky, noticing the anticipation of the bon trickle through the bond.

“Come in…”

Loki turns the door knob, he enters with an encouraging smile. Y/N doesn’t look at the door but at Loki as he stands before her. Cupping her face.

“He’s fed, taken to the change well. Eager to see you and bond if you’re willing. He’s told me to pull him away if you do not want to tonight.” Loki explains, Y/N nods.

“I’m ready. I trust him.” She whispers.

Bucky sighs in contentment.

Loki shifts, Y/N looks up at Bucky. The blue flickers in and out of focus as he tries to keep the beast at bay. Her eyes fall to the markings. The star gleams in the slightest and then the lavender sprig.

Bucky’s fists clench, “Poetess.” he calls out to her, voice hoarse, needy.

“Bucky.” Y/N says with equal need.

In a blur she’s pressed against the mattress, a breathless laugh leaves her before Bucky’s lips find her soft ones. Her scent thrums through his senses. The beast within him wanted more.

Bucky’s hands wander over her frame, drawing moans from his mate into his mouth. Her hands grip at his t-shirt arching against him. He nips at her bottom lip. Bucky moans at the taste of her blood.

“You’re so fucking divine.” He hums, “Loki was right, a goddess, we’re blessed with a goddess.”

Y/N preens at the praise, Bucky allows the beast to take over, the spot under her left collarbone calls out to him. His thigh grinds against her core.

He raises his head looking at Loki who watches them with a lust filled gaze, “Claim our mate, James. You can have her this once alone, because after that she isn’t leaving from between us for a long time.” he smirks.

Bucky returns the gesture, “Hear that Poetess? You’re going to be worshipped. You’re going to feed our hunger the way no other could ever.” He kisses the spot of their bond. Y/N hums, the pheromones clouding every sense their needs brimming across the bonds.

Bucky’s fangs break through the skin, tears brim over as the bond forges between the two. Golden, gleaming, bright. Strong. Bucky feels whole, his bonds complete. The magick thrums through him as well. As before, stronger now.

Y/N breaks out of the haze of the bond, her chest feeling full, the love prominent and everything she needed it to be from both of them. Her hand moves to Bucky’s new markings, thumb brushing over the crescent on his wrist. Both vampires watch the outline of the same crescent form in her eyes then fade away.

Clothes are scattered over the floor, their mate worshipped between them. Bonds thrumming happily, sighs and moans fill the room. Y/N falls apart between them and is put back together by her mates.

The tangled mess of limbs, she lays between the two. Bucky’s chest against her back and Loki’s chest pressed to hers, she’s on the precipice of sleep with a smile on her face.

“I love you both.”

A.N: finally combated the block on this fic and the epilogue will be uploaded next week! thank you for waiting and supporting this fic, i'm so happy i was able to finish it and give it the ending that i feel is deserved by our witchling/poetess, warlock and vampire

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Warnings: age gap, creepin’, slow burn, stepdad-adjacent, possible noncon/dubcon, abuse.

Character: silverfox!Thor

Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

Note: Just gonna follow the vibe with this. Another erratic drabble series. Appreciate any and all feedback. Love you all.

The front of your shirt is soaked through, clinging to your stomach as you scrub each plate and set them in the rack. The clink of dishes underlines the task, the water lukewarm as the bubbles shrink and dissipate with your activity. The trickle down your forearms makes you itchy and you pause to wipe your elbow on your shirt.

The doorbell chimes and you still, waiting.

You hear your mother upstairs in the bathroom. You passed her on the way down as she once more reminded you about your chores. She’d been squinting in the mirror as she lined her eyes. The chime came again and her huff blows down the hall as she stomps to the top of the stairs.

“Would you get that? I’m still getting ready.”

Well, it was a half a question. You shake the droplets from your fingers and dry your wrinkly hands on the dishcloth as you traipse away from the sink. Your stomach flips as you enter the hallway and see the large silhouette on the other side of the frosted window. The house hasn’t settled all day with the prospect of your mother’s much talked about date.

You hate answering the door. You never really do that. If your mother isn’t home, you let people just move on. There was no one coming by for you so it doesn’t matter much. You clutch the dishcloth and turn the lock back. Slowly, you inch open the door.

That man, Thor, stands on the other side, waiting patiently. He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling as two strands of his greying hair trim his face in soft waves, the rest drawn back tightly at the back of his head. Beneath his wool jacket, the hint of a dark blue collar pokes out and you smell his woodsy cologne wafting around him. You stare dumbly for a moment before finding comfort in the floor.

“Good evening,” he greets, “you don’t look ready for dinner.”

You blink and back up, crossing your arms as you lift your gaze to him, evasively looking around him instead of at him.

“What?” You barely whisper.

“Joking,” he says, “may I come in?”

You nod and continue to retreat as he enters. He shuts the door gently as you watch the bouquet of flowers gripped in his other hand. You twist on your heel and scurry back to finish the dishes, leaving him uncourteously at the front door.

You plunge your hands back into the water, a shiver rolling through you that can’t entirely be contributed to the temperature. You drag the sponge over the valley of a bowl as you hear him shuffling in the entryway. The upper floor creaks and your mother’s heels clunk down the hall once more.

“Thor?” She calls down the stairs, “oh, you’re here– where’s my daughter? My, my, I’m so sorry. She is bit obtuse–”

“That’s quite alright,” Thor assures her as she descends the stairs in a series of clomping. You keep your attention on the dishes.

“I’m so excited. Have you made up your mind on a place?” Your mother’s voice holds an unnatural dainty twang.

“I believe so,” Thor answers, “I, uh, here.” You hear the gentle rustle of petals, “for you, and um, another for your daughter.”

“Tulips? Beautiful but Thor, you didn’t have to bother with her. What’s she gonna do with a bunch of flowers?”

“I didn’t want her to feel left out, besides it’s only proper.”

“Of course, of course,” your mother agrees, “sweetie!”

You frown. Sweetie? You know it’s better to just go along with her little act, the same one she puts on for family gatherings. You pat your hands dry a second time and drop the towel on the counter.

As you come out into the hallway, she smiles at you, an edge of warning in her expression. You try to force a smile yourself as you play with the hem of your shirt. She holds a bouquet, smelling it theatrically, and you reluctantly approach.

“Sweetie, isn’t it so nice? Thor was generous enough to bring you some too.”

You ball your hand and resist the urge to bite into your chapped lip. You nod and drown in anxious silence. Thor offers the bouquet of pink roses, much lighter than the purplish red ones he gave your mother.

“Well, say thank you,” her usual impatience shadows her tone.

“Sorry, uh, thank you,” you reach for the bouquet and can’t help but brush Thor’s large hand as you take it. “They’re pretty.”

“My pleasure,” he assures, shifting on his feet awkwardly.

“Sweetie,” your mother swiftly steps between you and Thor, “why don’t you go find some something for these and put them out. It’ll brighten up the place.”

“Okay,” you agree sheepishly.

“Ugh, and look at you, you’re dripping in dishwater. Don’t go messing the place up,” she sneers, “takes me all day to get her to do her chores and now look–” She faces Thor and stops herself, “it hardly matters,” she softens, “we have a date!”

“Yes, we do,” Thor agrees staunchly.

Your eyes flick up as you hold the flowers against your chest. He watches you and his lips curve as your gaze meets. You quickly shy away, embarrassed in your Mickey Mouse tee and faded sweatpants. You’re not exactly dressed for company.

“If you don’t mind, I just have to do a few last minute touch ups,” your mother touches his arm, “and then we’re set.”

“Sure,” he barely seems to care.

Your mother trills in girlish laughter and prances back up the stairs. You stand dumbly in silence for a second before quickly spinning and speeding into the kitchen. You lay the bouquets on the counter and open the cupboard beneath. You take out the crystal vase, a family heirloom, and a small blue tinted vase.

You fill each with water and turn back. You find Thor in the doorway, still watching as you. You carefully unwrap the flowers and slide the stems into the vases respectively. The little blue one you could put in the dining room. They’ll wilt away too quickly in your dark bedroom.

“So,” he leans on the doorframe, “how old are you?”

You glance at him. It’s not an unusual question. Even your aunt still asks.

“Twenty,” you answer.

“Ah, and are you in school?” His curiosity puts you on edge. He’s here for your mother, not you.

“No,” you admit, ashamed. A fact your mother throws in your face.

“Work?” He prompts. You don’t answer and keep your eyes down. “That’s alright. It’s tough these days.”

You shrug and tap your fingers nervously on the crystal. A lull rises between you. What can you say? That you’re a failure? A leech? Nothing? You can’t even blame your mother for hating you.

“I hope you have fun on your date,” you take both vases, balancing them in each arm, moving slow as to prevent any unfortunate accidents.

“I suppose you’ll enjoy having the place to yourself,” he intones.

Again, you don’t have an answer for him. As you near, he remains firmly planted in your path. You scrunch your lips to one side, “excuse me.”

“Allow me,” he takes the bigger vase, “where are we putting this?”

“You don’t–” You go to argue but think better of it. That’s not polite. You don’t need to give your mother another reason. “Just in the living room.”

He turns and leads you down the hall. You split off as he heads into the front room and you enter the dining room, placing the flowers in the window. The stairs creak once more as your mother clamours down.

“Alright, all set,” she declares as she comes to the bottom. “Thor?”

You turn and watch through the archway as Thor comes back into the entryway, “ready?”

“Oh yes,” she sings, “more than.”

Thor offers his arm and catches your eye as he turns, “I’ll be sure to have her back by curfew,” he kids and inspires another garish giggle from your mother.

“Don’t stay up,” she dismisses with a flutter of her fingers in your direction, “and do remember to put the trash out.”

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Snippit 3

You get the jest. (Also I’m nowhere near done with this fic and these snippits are gaining no traction. But I shall continue writing. Bc its for me. I also considered making it an x reader to gain more people’s attension. But that won’t include everyone and I don’t want to make an x reader that you can’t imagine yourself in. Thoughts??)

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Oc

Warnings: Polyamoury, swinging, unicorn couple, smut, pussy eating, fingering, werewolf

Summary: After a hearty battle Thor and Star enjoy each other’s bodies and other.

Word count: 1,6k

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"I like her," Star says, watching the hairy girl fight with honour. "Do you, my dear?" Thor questions, his hand resting on Star's hip. They're on a battle field.The both of them cool and calm of course. None of the enemy cause too much of a problem for them. After all, the battle is pretty much over.

This woman that they are watching is merely finishing the last few. Thor's felt the tension between Star and this wolf girl. Her name, Darrow Declan. Of course, to Thor, she is quite the sight to see. With fangs and claws and a thirst for bloodshed.

"Do you want her?" He asks, bending down slightly to whisper in her pointed ear. She grins looking up at him, she places her hand on his broad ches. Star shows him the biggest puppy eyes she can muster, even pushing her bottom lip out in a pout, knowing damn well that there is no way in hell that Thor could ever say no. "Yes please, sir," she uses the dominant name, showing that she has manners and deserves a treat.

Thor's armor grows tight around his crotch by just hearing the word 'sir' fall from her lips. "All right, my princess, go get her," he allows, his heart swells as Star's eyes fill with joy. "Thank you, sir!" Star stands on her tippy toes and gives her lover a very grateful kiss.

When she comes up for air, she runs over to the women talking to some other soldier. Thor's power still pumping through her, electricity follows closely behind her. Without thinking she jumps, expecting Darrow to catch her.

The werewolf does, of course. Hearing her approach with her superhearing. Not to mention, dropping the princess of the Light Elves and the Prince of Asgard's lover would probably be considered treason.

Star grins at the shocked expression on Darrow's face. Her legs wrapped around the bigger girl's waist. Then, she smashes her lips into Darrow's lips. Finally getting to taste those sweet lips that she's been staring at for so long now.

The people that don't personally know the two's jaw hang open. Watching in shock as Thor just lets this happen. Not to mention the vigor and passion of his girlfriend. "How can you just let that happen?" The werewolve's head guard asks, looking up at the mighty god of thunder. "It makes her happy," Thor shrugs, it's true. What ever makes his baby girl happy, he's glad to supply.

"But, how do you know she'll return to you?" The man asks, his jaw still slack. "I don't believe I would let that happen. Plus, I am going to join them," Thor states with a shrug, looking forward to the sight. "Really?" The prince can't help but chuckle at the disbelieve of the man he had just battled with.

"Watch," is all that Thor replies with. He causally approaches the two kissing women. Darrow is still in shock, how could this be happening. Not that she doesn't enjoy it, Star is quite the beauty after all. But, what will her partner say?

"What about his majesty?" She voices her concerns once she's come up for air. Star rolls her eyes, why do they always ask? "You worry far too much." Is all that she answers with, before continuing her passionate kiss. Her hands intertwining in the werewolf women's thick head of hair.

Star can just sense how Thor coming. Though, it is quickly confirmed by the big, warm hand on her lower back. The guard watches as the beautiful Elf girl raises her head by Thor's presences. Only to give him an even more passionate kiss as the werewolf warrior.

Afterwards Thor turns to that same warrior, grabs their chin and raises it. All in order to make the girl quiver with a kiss. "I'll wait in the tent," he winks at the two and then saunters into the royal tent laid out.The guards watches as the Light Elf drops from the werewolf's arms, take her hand and lead her into the before-mentioned tent.

Thor is already taking off his armour. Star can see his cape hang over a chair, throne off as if he was in a rush. Which he was, seeing Star so happy really did things to him, plus the affirming name, there could not be more reason for him to need her so. So when the both of them enter, there is a low rumble of thunder.

Not the kind that strikes fear into people's hearts, or the kind that make you feel alone in a big storm. The kind that light your body on fire with desire. That make you need for another in your bed, to share the adrenaline of the storm with.

Star quickly shoves the werewolf girl down on the bed. Quick to remove their armour, leaving the both of them barebottom naked. The light hue from the sun shining through the material of the tent create a breeze of pink on Star’s shining white wings and smooth pale back.

Thor just can't help himself. His hand lands right on her waist, he presses him bare chest against her back, of course, watching for her wings. His lips follow the curve of her spine with delicate kisses. His beard tickles her smooth skin, causing shivers to run through her body.

"Strip." Star commands to the girl watching the both of them closely, still in awe at her luck. All while Star is flourishing in Thor's gentle touches of worship. Her eyes watching every move of Darrow. Like an eagle making sure their prey doesn't escape or veer from the plan. The girl does as she is told, sitting up and throwing her armour to the side. "By Odin's beard, Thor, is that not a sight to see?" Star mutters pit as Darrow's toned body glimmers with excitement.

He lets out a hearty chuckle, his eyes resting on Darrow's but not his body. His kisses are still smooth against her neck. Thor's hands go from her waist to her bottom and ever so gently on her wings. Still in awe at the magnificent creation that is her body. The majestic wings and tip of her ears. Like nothing he's seen before.

"Two beautiful women? I don't believe there to be a better sight." Is all Thor says, he takes his chin in his hand, guiding her up to look him in the eyes. "Just you and me?" He asks, confirming the agreement they had. That this fling that they have does not go deeper than body. That lust is as far as it goes and that after their escapade it will again just be the two of them.

Star nods, her eyes filled with earnest truth, "Just you and me," Thor's jaw pops and he nods. Taking her lips in his, sharing a deep, passionate and soul connecting kiss to seal their agreement. Immediately after they turn their ravenous attention to Darrow. Star crawls onto the bed, where Darrow usually the predator is, now she is prey. Thor watches intently as Star kissing all around the other girl's body.

From this angle, Thor can see Star is dripping and ready to fuck or be fucked in any sort of way. Her juices even slick down her thigh, “You look amazing, my dear,” Thor mutters, watching as she grins mid kiss. He begins pumping his girth, his member standing tall begging for any touch.

Star sucks on Darrow’s erect nipple, her left hand pinching the other. While the right is roaming wherever she can. From the girl’s bum to her waist and even a few times Darrow’s throbbing clit. However, Thor quickly swats her hand away, just to replace it with his own.

Coating Darrow with her own dripping wetness. Seeing her folds only makes Thor tighter. Star isn’t in his way for very long. “You are going to use that pretty mouth of yours,” she explains before getting herself seated right on Darrow’s face. The girl is quick to react, her tongue encircling her folds.

All while Thor’s hands are still kept busy. Once he’s decided that she’s wet enough he adds a finger. Darrow gasps at the sudden feeling. The sudden hot breath making Star’s head fly back. Thor chuckles at the reaction. Quickly he begins pumping and curling his fingers. Making it harder for her to focus and yet somehow her job of eating Star out still prevails.

This continues, Thor adding a few fingers. Even if they are ravishing each other’s bodies, there is still love floating through the air. A mutual understanding of the goal of extasy. That here they are each all working together for the pleasurement of themselves and each other. How each action is to induce a state dizzy euphoria.

Which, after loathing and lusting in that state of in between shared consciousness, was, eventually, reached. The two alien girls reaching that feeling where nothing matter except that feeling of heavy and pure sex. All while Thor gets to enjoy the sight of this jubilation. Causing the feeling of a warm buzz, proud to have had some part of this.

Not long after this bash of sudden ecstasy washes away, Thor is quickly moved to the bottom. This reach of high and then flip of positions continue all throughout the night. Even once on Darrow’s direwolf. It’s safe to say not one of them had any sleep that night. Even so, in the morning, Thor and Star return to each other. Thanking Darrow for the wonderful night and promising many lavishes.

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