#thor: but they are colourful and they move

[tyrannuspitch]

kind of obsessed with this shot of odin and i haven't entirely figured out why yet

#space viking tag #like his face... as a still image it might read as disgust but he's actually. moving away. #he's sparing laufey's life when laufey almost seems to be challenging him not to #which makes it read more as regret #which is so so quintessentially odin. powerful bloodied indecisive and regretful. #another factor is that i KNOW i've seen both thor and loki make precisely this face at each other #AND take the same shellshocked step back #but. hmmm. i feel like. there are things to put together here which i haven't put together yet. we'll see #wait. these tags have been written non-chronologically but let's go back to laufey #and his pride in defeat as an implicit acceptance of death #loki in tdw... and odin refuses them both..... HMMM #also sorry if the colours are a little odd lol i cleaned it up for visibility but i know my computer messes with pinks #meta #s: t1 #ch: odin #ch: laufey #r: laufey + odin

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Life in the City 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: A brief reprieve from the snakish prince.

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You nurse your glass of wine. You're not much of a drinker, you mostly brought it for Melanie. Despite her agitation, she seems to be enjoying it. She snuggles up to Clark as you sit awkwardly at the other end of the couch.

You really shouldn't be here. The longer you sit in silence and pretend to care about the movie, the more you think of leaving. You definitely crashed their party and they're not being very subtle.

You reach for a handful of popcorn to busy yourself. The crunch blocks out Melanie's shameless whispers. She doesn't get much back but she doesn't give up. You can't find an exit plan that isn't completely obvious.

Finally, she quiets down upon getting a grunt from Clark. She nestles against him and rests her head on his shoulder as he drapes an arm over her. You can't help the pang of loneliness. You're not jealous, it's just been a while since you had someone to snuggle aside from your stuffed hippo.

You sit back as you swallow down the last of the kernels with a swig of wine. You put the wine glass on the glass coaster Melanie kept reminding you of. As the evening sets in, the room is only lit with the glow of the television. The haze of colours and alcohol itches on your eyelids.

You yawn and plant your elbow on the armrest, leaning into it as you tilt your head. Your lashes close, only for a moment before you twitch. You feel a tickle on your hip. You lift your head slightly and peer down from the corner of your vision.

Is he... touching you? Maybe it's a mistake or he doesn't realise he's doing it. You freeze, mortified. You should clear your throat or move or something...

You can't. His fingertips brush down your thigh and back up it, lingering just along the curve of your ass. You reach for your wine and he rescinds his hand, curling his arm around Melanie as she gives a delighted moan.

What was that? You're overthinking this. He probably thought it was her. Somehow. You're not sure. He's a nice guy, a stranger still, he wouldn't just touch you.

You drain the last of your wine and stand up, "just gonna pop into the bathroom."

"Whatever," Melanie dismisses as she rubs Clark's chest. 

You don't look at him but you swear you can feel his gaze on you. You circle around the back of the couch and find your way to the bathroom. You close yourself in and shake the jitters from your nerves.

You're tired and you don't know if it even happened. You've been drinking and maybe just maybe you're a little tipsy. Well, at least the movie is almost done. You can try to catch the last bus or turn in for the night if Melanie lets you have the couch.

You get yourself together and go back out. As you near the couch, Melanie and Clark quickly part, their sloppy kiss ending in a pop. You try not to give away your discomfort and resume your seat, pressing yourself against the armrest as small as you can.

"I'm getting tired, sweetie," Melanie whines.

"The movie's not done," his voice is rocky and low.

"I've seen it," she pouts.

"Well, I haven't. If you want to lay down, I'll be in when it's over," he says coolly but not unkindly.

"You can finish it tomorrow," she simpers.

"Hon, you got a friend here," he reminds her, "don't be rude."

He looks at you and sends you a smile you barely glimpse as you shy away.

"I never even invited her," she hisses under her breath.

"Go to bed, Mel," he retorts, his timbre steady, "you've had too much wine."

"I haven't had enough," she snarls.

"Honey," he softens his tone, "remember what we talked about."

She's quiet as she stares at him. You can only see the back of her head. She sniffs and leans in to kiss his cheek, "sure, sweetie, I'll be in bed..." she stands, tickling his jawline, "waiting for you.”

You give a sheepish ‘good night’ but she doesn't answer, or even look your way. You dip your chin down, embarrassed by her indifference and turn your focus back to the television. Well, not much longer and you can hide in the dark and wait for morning.

Clark bends forward to take the bowl of popcorn off the table. He sits back and offers you some as he sidles a bit closer. You shake your hand and murmur, “no thanks.” All the salt and butter is already curdling in your tummy.

He shoves a few kernels in his mouth and chews as he watches the screen. You don't enjoy it as much now. Your nostalgia sears away as the tension rises between you and him. The kiss that should be a resolution is suddenly awkward and cringe worthy.

“So,” he swallows, “how long have you known Melanie?”

His voice is like thunder in the lull. You rub your arm, his shadow lurking at the edge of your eye line as you keep your head straight. You clear your throat, “for a while… since high school.”

“Oh, wow, she never mentioned you,” he says, “what's that like ten years or something.”

“About that,” you answer. 

“I mean, don't know why it wouldn't have come up. A friend who brings snacks? That's the best kind,” he puts the popcorn down and grabs one of the coloured napkins to wipe his fingertips.

“Um, I stayed… back in our hometown. Went to school in the next city but lived at home so… just moved here to see what it's really like,” you shrug.

“Oh, just got here? How are you liking it?”

“It's… blurry,” you chuckle nervously. Didn't he want to see the end? He's talking over the whole thing.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he stretches his arm across the back of the couch as he reclines. He sets his knees wide as his hand rests just behind your head. “I grew up on a farm. When I got here, I was so lost.”

“A farm?”

“Oh, yeah, big wake up call, but there's not much fodder for journalism in a field,” he snorts.

“Right, you're a journalist?”

“Sure am, with The Daily Planet. Little magazine you may have heard of.”

You blanch and nearly slap yourself, “Daily Planet? Clark… Kent?”

“Ha, so you've heard of me.”

“Yeah, uh, I…” you pause. He's older than you expected but you're not surprised. Melanie always had a type. “I wrote a review of your work in my undergrad.”

“You did?” He sounds amused as he leans a bit closer.

“Sure, well, we had to choose a contemporary writer…”

“I'm flattered. You did journalism?”

“Not exactly, it was just one class,” you wilt into the armrest.

“So what do you do?”

“Well, not what I studied,” you sigh, “I work a desk job. Data analysis.”

“Riveting stuff,” he kids and nudges you playfully when you don't laugh. “You know, Mel never mentioned she grew up in a small town. She always just seemed like she was from around here.”

“Uh, yeah, well, she hated the place so…” you scratch your chin as the hest crawls up your face. “How long have you and her, er, been dating?”

“Well, three months officially. Before were were just ‘having fun’,”he brings his hands up to curl his fingers in quotation, “that's what she called it anyway.”

“Oh, well uh, she seems to really like you,” you utter dumbly.

“Yeah, I think so,” his smirk is laced in his tone.

The room goes completely quiet and suddenly the drum track begins. You watch the credits roll as Clark faces the television. He laughs, “oops, guess I wasn't paying attention.”

He drags his arm from the back of the couch as he stands, his hand grazing your shoulder. He stretches and you notice the hem of his shirt lift, a peek of his muscled stomach above the elastic of his sweatpants. You quickly dart your eyes in the other direction. 

“I should… go check on her, but can I get you anything? Water? Help dilute the wine?” He offers.

“Er, well, no, I can get some myself. I’d hate to infringe–”

“Well, I wouldn’t ask if it was a problem,” he says.

“Really, it’s fine, I think I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

He nods and glances towards the hall, “you know, it didn’t bother me having you here. I’m sorry about her.”

“You don’t have to…”

“I know she forgot. She’s done it to me too. Before we were… official,” he says the last word with punctuated syllables.

“Oh, I’m sorry–”

“See, it’s not that hard to apologise so, I’ll make sure she does,” he interjects, “and I’ll let you settle down. It’s late and I’m sure you’re exhausted. Coming all the way here after work. You really went out of your way and I had a great night. Thanks.”

“Er, yeah, sure,” you murmur, “thanks for… joining in.”

He reluctantly leaves you as you watch him with bated breath. You’re so frigging awkward. You wait until you hear the bedroom door shut before you get up, taking the wine glass with you.

You go to the kitchen and rinse out the glass, refilling it with fresh water. You bring it back to the living room and move a pillow against the armrest, pulling down the fluffy throw onto the cushions. You shut off the television and tuck yourself in, the blanket too short, even for you.

What a lame Friday night. You could’ve had more fun alone.

🌆

It takes a bit for you to even feel tired. Your body is achy and sore but your mind is racing. Finally, you manage to close your eyes for more than a few minutes. You roll over to face the back of the couch and nestle into the pillow. You yawn as you feel yourself drifting.

A high pitch leaks into your ears. You twitch and your lashes flutter. It’s just the pipes or a siren somewhere in the distance. The city sure is loud. You hear it again, something more akin to a squeak.

You shift onto your back as your stomach tingles. You cover your face with your arm and try to ignore the irritating sound but it just doesn’t stop. Your eyes snap open as you rip your arm off your head, realising what it is.

The soft low growls in return, the steady tap against the wall… it’s not the pipes or a siren. It’s Melanie. And Clark. They’re… 

You flip the pillow over your head and bend your arm around it, blocking out the noise. Just when you think you can’t get any lower. You’ve been there before. The third wheel, the wing woman. High school was just you standing against the wall as Melanie made out with boys at a party you weren’t even invited to.

Maybe things haven’t changed that much. Maybe it’s that you didn’t see what was right in front of you. The one friend you thought you had, forgets you just like everyone else. This whole thing was a mistake. Moving to the city just so you can be her tag-along.

You wallow in your self-pity and sink down into your unconscious. The world slips away from you as your dreams ripples with muddy colours. You feel as if you're floating, bobbing on soft waves, disoriented and dazed.

You wake to the clink of glass. You groan as your head aches, the cushions stiff and unforgiving. Your neck is knotted just above your shoulders. You rub your cheek and stay as you are, still under the pillow as you get your bearings. You remember where you are and cling to the dregs of sleep in your eye.

Cool air tinges your skin, your leg hooked over the blanket. You hug the crumpled throw as the night seeps icily though your pajamas. The thin short set speckled in the little red hearts offer little warmth. You reach back to pull the shorts to your thigh as it rides up and tilt onto your back.

As you do, you sense a shadow over you. You peek under the slits of your eyelids and see a figure standing just a few feet from the other end of the couch. Long breaths blow into the air. It’s too large to be Melanie. It’s him. Is he watching you?

You can’t move. You’re paralysed in horror. Why is he just standing there? Goosebumps raise on your skin. You feel a whisper against your hip where he touched you earlier. It just can’t be that. He’s too nice.

You don’t know what to do so you close your eyes and lay completely still. You measure your breath as you wait. There’s a soft thunk as he sets down a glass on the table by the armrest and walks up the side of the couch.

Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move…

He tugs on the throw and spreads it over you as best he can. His fingers drag up your arm and he lingers, stroking your cheek as you resist the urge to pull away. He lets out a low growl and lumbers away, swiping up his glass as he goes.

You let your eyes open and catch a glimpse of his silhouette. His back is bare and thickly corded. The moonlight limns his muscles just before he disappears into the hall. You shudder as you release the heavy breath from your chest.

The bedroom door snaps shut as you clutch the blanket tight. It starts again. Melanie’s moans, Clark’s grunts, and the knocking of the bed frame. Quicker than before, almost furious. You just want this night to end.

#clark kent #dark clark kent #dark!clark kent #clark kent x reader #clark kent x oc #thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #series #life in the city #dcu #dc #superman #avengers #mcu #marvel #au

[the-doomed-witch]

DRIVING LESSONS

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nat teaches you how to ride her motorbike.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY; MINORS + MEN DNI. not proof read (apologies), smut, fingering (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), bit of teasing, bit of fluff, making out

DISCLAIMER: Please note that this is a work of fiction and you are not supposed to mess around while driving and should definitely wear a helmet and stuff. Yeah just stay safe and again, remember that this is fiction.

Author’s Note: we are going to pretend that i am not the writer who uploads a fic every two months 😁 gif credits to the creator.

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS OPEN

— ✦ —

Thor holds up his jug flooded with beer, and raises a toast, “Here’s to everyone’s favourite couple, the two people we adore, Y/N and Natasha!” All the Avengers cheered for the two of you. Natasha wraps her arm around you and whispers in your ears, “To us, love.”

Taking a few sips of your drink, you place the glass on the table and turn to your girlfriend. “I cannot imagine myself ever being thankful for being stupid in the past but I am. I love you.”

“I love you too. Mind who you are talking about, you’re my stupid.” She kisses your forehead, it makes you blush under everybody’s gaze.

After a few rounds of drinks and snacks around the table, you gesture at Nat to drop you back home, before she gets too drunk. She gets up and announces, as she puts on her leather jacket, “Folks, I’ll be back after dropping my gorgeous girlfriend back at her place.” She beams at you and pecks your lips. Yep, she is mildly drunk.

“Don’t forget to take your time to tuck her in bed!” Tony shouts sarcastically from afar, as you’re both walking away. He was quite inebriated and you could hear Pepper asking him to get himself together.

Outside the bar, you confirm with Nat once again, “Are you sure you are sober enough to drive me home? I could get a cab or something. I want you to be safe.”

“First of all, you’ll be sitting right behind me and you’re not scared for your own safety? Lame. Secondly, I've been trained to be vigilant all my life. I’ll be right back.”

Couple of moments later, she’s back on her motorcycle and you seat yourself on the seat behind her. “Hold me close, for precautionary concerns of course.” she tells you. She wasn’t facing you but you knew what her smirk would be like.

You wrap your arms tightly around her waist and rest your head on her back, minimising the distance between the two of you. It’s a safe, comfortably silent drive, where the breeze blows softly and the night sky gets romantically darker.

— ✦ —

Inside your apartment, Natasha sits down on your bed as you go to freshen up in the bathroom. You enjoy testing her patience and so you take your time to shower, not letting her in, but making her wait for you outside. “Y/N? Detka? At least let me shower with you or let me go back to the bar. Don’t do this to me!” you hear her calling out to you from the room. You answer back in the same volume, “I’ll be there in a minute.”

As said, you step out with a towel wrapped around your bare body. “Oh Y/N you’re not doing this to me right now.”

You reply, “I surely am, honey.” and walk around the room drying your hair, gathering clothes, putting the dirty ones in the laundry, and whatnot. While doing your currently irrelevant chores, you bring up more random things to talk about.

Clearing the pile of laundry, you ask her, “Do you think I should get a haircut? A change in colour maybe?”

“You look so beautiful today, Natty.” you say, giving her a soft peck on the cheek as you move along the room, letting her notice your cleavage.

“By the way, Nat, I would love it if you could teach me how to ride a motorcycle.”

She gets up, holds you and places you on the bed a little harshly, pinning you down with her body. In a deep, sultry voice, she warns you, “You’ll be taught a lot of stuff and being a good girl for me is going to be the first one of them.” And with that, the towel is thrown aside.

Nat leans forward to catch you in a deep kiss, the one you’ve been depriving her ever since you reached home. Instinctively, your hands clutch the collar of her shirt and pull her closer to you, till there is no space to spare.

The next thing you know is that her fingers are inside your pussy, pumping so hard. It results in you moaning into the kiss, and releasing the collar of her shirt, silently asking her to let you catch up on your breath. When she moves her face a little farther than you liked, you grab her back to proximity, all between screams and chants of her name. Small locks of her auburn hair dangle around before you tuck them behind her ears.

The movements of her digits get faster and faster till you are at the edge of your climax. It was hard to speak anything, so your body gives indications to Natasha in lieu of telling her verbally about your orgasm. It felt wonderful that none of you needed words to communicate, the silent and subtle signs were enough.

She lets you come all over her hand, adding on praiseful murmurs to bring you back to composure.

— ✦ —

The next morning, you wake up fully clothed in your PJs with no sign of Natasha. She probably went back to the bar or the compound later. But she was out on the balcony, looking at nothing tangible. “Good morning, baby.” you greet her, acknowledging your presence. She turns towards you and smiles, “Good morning, dorogoya. Did you sleep well?”

“I did. I thought you left because of work, but I guess you’re free today?”

“You know I love a bit of snuggling,” she grins sheepishly, “And I’m free for you, anytime. Are you still up for the driving lessons thing?”

“Sure! Let me freshen up and we’re gonna be ready to leave.”

— ✦ —

Nat drove the two of you to a less busier part of the city to find an empty road, for obvious reasons. You observe her throughout the trip to learn a few things ahead of the track.

On a small and empty street, Nat lets you sit on the vehicle and climbs on the seat behind you. Little by little, she points at the different stuff, explaining what their respective functions are. “Here is the clutch, you pretty much know what it does. Keep your hand on it at all times no matter what […] Place your foot here. Yes and pull the clutch. And this is how you change gears.”

An hour or so later, you were driving smoothly on the straight road with Natasha guiding you little by little. She kept both her hands on your hands at all times, praising you every now and then to encourage you.

“Keep going, Y/N. Yes, now let’s take a U-turn.”

The afternoon passed this way. She taught you some more basic things, till you suggested lunch - “I almost forgot about lunch. I know a nice place with the best Mexican food in this area, let’s go there.”

As both of you wait for your food to arrive, your girlfriend initiates conversation, “If you keep practising this way I think you’ll learn how to drive a motorcycle quite well within a week. But of course, practice is important.”

“Does that mean I could take you on a ride soon?”

“Well, it does. Here’s our lunch though.”

— ✦ —

And so, your driving lessons were continued without any other Avenger having the knowledge. Three months passed by, till one starry evening Natasha tells you, “I think you have practised enough for this moment.”

It leaves you in thorough confusion, but the look in her eyes doesn’t seem malicious so you let her do her thing. She takes you to a place you cannot recall but have definitely been to, as far as the route is concerned.

It isn’t until the both of you reach the destination when you realise you’re at the garage. Memories of her lips and gasps wash over you as you walk inside of it once again. There’s nothing very different about it as a room. There are grey painted walls and two bikes including the one you drove on just now. A few mechanical tools, cans of spray paint, some more tactical gear. In one bottom corner of the room, there were patches of spray paint, they were probably tested there.

You turn around and recall every moment of that night by keeping your bottom lip bitten. Natasha knows all the things clouding your train of thought, but she had something different planned.

She pulls a white sheet off of a motorbike you didn’t really notice was standing in the corner. Nonetheless, it is a gorgeous, matte-black one with tires wider than a usual motorcycle. The black-tainted windshield added a touch-up. You let out an uncontrollable awe at the look.

“My gosh, Nat, this is fucking awesome. It might as well be the coolest bike to ever exist.”

She smiles at your reaction, and explains, “Tony made this for me a couple of years ago. It’s designed to prevent you from falling down, but oh she rides fast, Y/N. I cannot wait for you to drive this.” She wraps her arm around you. Your cheeks are flustered at her wordplay, but you hide it from prominence.

“Quick question. If it’s made for a stable drive then why didn’t you teach me on this one? I mean, you said that I am now “ready” for this.”

“You’ll find out all about that, Y/N.” She winks at you and tosses you the keys. Her expression was easily decipherable, she was up to something cocky. You shrug your shoulders anyway and take a seat on the bike, lifting it off the stand. It’s surprisingly light for a build as heavy as it appears to be.

A few minutes later, you’re driving by on one of the emptiest yet the most romantic streets in the city. There are not many stars visible, but even the handful ones that are in sight are enough. The breeze is extremely light, and cosily cold. Both of Natasha’s arms swaddle around you. Her classic leather jacket evidently fails to give her the warmth that she feels with you. Her face is nuzzled up on your left shoulder.

Suddenly, the pleasant moment turns into an entirely different one, when you sense her sultry breath on your collarbone. Before you can speak in protest, she directs you, “Shush. Keep driving dorogoya. I am right here.”

Her cold fingers slowly glide down towards your core over your pants. Once, then twice she circles them over your needy clit. You groan lightly, as you arch your back. “Nat, we’re gonna get hurt. Let me-”

“Nuh-uh honey. This is what you get for testing my patience the other night. And now you are so needy for me, aren’t you?” You lean back into her harder and hum as a positive response. “Then use your words Y/N. Are you needy for me right now?”

“Yes. You and only you.”

“Good.” Her persistent teasing makes you hit the brakes harshly as an instinct. You park the motorcycle in an empty parking lot and hold Nat’s hand, guiding her behind a tree trunk whose sole purpose later resulted to be a mere physical support.

Your back resting on the tree, you grab her flustered face between your hands and tug her in close. When the lack of oxygen is too much, she pulls away. Sweaty palms clutching her leather jacket, you make her take it off to reveal her tank top.

You turn her around and begin planting kisses and leaving marks all over her. Natasha’s pants get heavier by the minute as you suck on her skin then soothe it, and repeat it. The redhead turns her head towards you as she unbuttons her pair of jeans. With a smug look and a twinkle in her wonderful emerald eyes, she reveals a strap larger than any that you have taken before.

Vigorously, she pins you against the tree again and unbuttons your pants, then pulls them down immediately, just enough for her to access. Before you can process the moment, the strap fills up your cunt.

On shortage of friction, you move your hips along, but Nat takes her time to pick up a pace. However, once she does, you can sense the leaves shedding due to the shaking. Her free hand covers your mouth, to keep you considerably silenced. Beads of sweat roll down her defined face, and she stares right into your eyes with a look so pure.

You anticipate your climax reaching, and your eyes widen as a result. Nat lifts her hand off your mouth and orders, “You know you have to ask for it, detka.”

And so, you barely manage to utter currently, “Please, Nat, can I come?”

As a reply, she nods lightly and thrusts inside of you harder, till you come. Soon as you release, your balance gets toppled over. Her hands come to your rescue the following second, and she places you down in the concrete ground to relax. You sit up straight with some support.

“Y/N, there’s a store right around the corner, I’ll be right back getting you a pair of new sweatpants. We’ll go home after that, okay?” Natasha asks you, handing you a bottle of water and placing a hand on your shoulder gently. “Okay.”

She helps you get changed, and you aid her with packing everything up neatly. “How are you feeling?” she asks you in a silent tone. “I- This feels wonderful. I wish you would let me return the favour, though. How are you feeling?”

“Still deeply in love with you as ever.”

She plants a kiss on your cheek and rides you back to your apartment.

— ✦ —

Upon reaching home, you grab her firmly and tell her, “You know, baby, I’m actually feeling kind of hungry right now.”

“Then wait let me get something for y-”

Tightening your grip around her, you whisper against her reddened face, “Oh, you see, I’m not really that kind of hungry.”

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff smut #mcu natasha romanoff #black widow

[foxcantswim]

Family Forgiveness || F!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Y/N decides to raise America Chavez as her own. Y/N's girlfriend, Wanda, hopes she can earn Chavez's forgiveness.

( aka Wanda is scared that she will hurt Y/N and America with her magic and she doesn’t feel like she deserves to start a family with them )

F!Avenger!Reader x Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Marvel AU where pretty much everyone lives cuz I say so...

Warnings: None

Words: 2.9k

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Chapter 2

Wanda never expected to be standing here again. She leaned against the wall and looked out at all the other people crowding around in one of the halls of the rebuilt Avenger's Compound. Tony was holding a belated anniversary celebration for the defeat of Thanos. After an attempt to sacrifice his own life for everyone else, Tony instead came out with only one arm. Stephen had decided to do everything he could to ensure that Tony would survive. And that's when the pair created a fully mechanical arm, with the signature red and yellow colours of Tony's Iron Man suit.

Wanda shuddered at the thought of Stephen Strange. It brought back memories of Westview and the multiverse and... her children. Her kids that didn't exist in this universe. She still thought that it was cruel that they lived happily in every other universe. But after almost trying to kill America and seeing just how wrong she was for even attempting to get rid of a variant of herself in order to be with her children - she was trying to be a better person.

Her eyes landed on you.

You were currently chatting away to Thor, laughing and drinking together. You and Stephen had managed to bring Wanda back to reality, with Stephen being reasonable and you being... Well... You. Wanda had created a fake life within Westview, one where she was with Vision and her two children. She was once happy with Vision. But it only lasted so long. She had only gone off with Vision to begin with to try and move past her feelings for you, Vision had been a great listener and the attention he gave Wanda was too irresistible to pass up. Once she was forced to take her fake reality within Westview down, all she cared about was finding her children again. That was until you confessed your feelings to her in the heat of the moment to try and drag her away from her path of destruction within the multiverse. She was on the brink of taking America Chavez's life and also her variant's... Until you showed up with tears in your eyes. Wanda had let her own tears fall as she finally accepted that she would never get her children back, you had held her in your arms to try and keep her stable. Despite seeing her kill innocent people, you still cared for her - and that was enough to stop Wanda from continuing.

Wanda folded her arms in order to hide her still darkened fingers. They weren't as dark as they used to be a couple months ago but they were still dark enough to bring back horrible memories of the chaos she caused. The Darkhold was still calling her name, but you were doing a great job at being her anchor and keeping her grounded and away from the darkness.

She continued to stand alone off to the side. Everyone was still cautious around Wanda, and rightfully so. Wanda didn't blame any of them for having their doubts. At least, she thought that everyone was avoiding her. That was until a certain sorcerer approached.

"Wanda."

"Stephen."

She purposefully avoided eye-contact, looking down at the ground.

"How er... How have you been?" he asked, genuinely.

Now this was definitely something Wanda wasn't expecting.

"I-I've been a lot better recently," she nodded, finally looking up to meet his eyes. She was thankful that they were far away from the loud music blaring from countless speakers within the room.

"Good," he smiled. Wanda was beyond confused. She hurt a lot of people in Kamar-Taj and she killed a few people within the multiverse, so why was Stephen acting like this towards her?

Wanda shook her head, "Why... Why are you being nice to me? After all the chaos I caused?"

Stephen sighed, "Anyone would be angry after losing their children, Wanda. You retaliated in an extreme way but..." his eyes drifted towards you, "I trust Y/N when she says that you have a good heart somewhere within you. You're proving that you care by helping to rebuild Kamar-Taj." Wanda visited the sacred grounds from time to time offer her help in any way the sorcerers needed, she sometimes even used her magic to help the reconstruction of the walls and buildings. She did her best to not use magic often though, she was secretly afraid of herself and her own abilities. She didn't trust herself. She would never forgive herself for the pain she caused.

"Y/N doesn't know what she's talking about," Wanda replied.

"Y/N is scary, I wouldn't let her hear you say that," he joked with a smirk.

Wanda couldn't help but smile in response as she returned her gaze back towards the ground. She couldn't help but take a quick glance up towards you though. An ache within her heart appeared at the sight she saw, her smile quickly dropped into a frown.

You were still talking to Thor, but a certain girl was quickly approaching you. Your smile widened upon seeing her. America Chavez. Thor held your drink as you engulfed the girl in a tight hug.

Stephen had been the one to suggest that you look after America and you couldn't say no after the pleading look the girl had given you. America had been close to you ever since you continued to save her time and time again. You had always put yourself between her and danger. Wanda had hurt you in her attempts to kidnap America, a huge scar upon your upper arm was proof of that. In the heat of the moment, Wanda didn't care. But now? Wanda hated herself for what she had done to you. She was sceptical about starting a relationship with you, but your persistence and reassurance that you did indeed love her was hard to resist. Wanda had loved you for so long she forgot when she initially fell for you. She just wished that the relationship had started upon better terms.

You pulled away from America to playfully slap Thor on the arm, presumably because of a joke he had made. Wanda smiled sadly at the scene.

"Have you talked to America yet?"

"No," Wanda said, "Every time I try... I'm at a loss for words. I'm happy that she's comfortable with Y/N, but she will never be comfortable with me. Nothing I say will gain forgiveness. I'm not even sure I deserve forgiveness."

"Don't say that," Stephen replied, "I'm sure everything will fall into place eventually. I won't lie to you, Wanda. I'm still in the process of forgiving you for what you did to Kamar-Taj. But believe me when I say that you and I are on good terms."

Wanda wished she could believe his words. But a constant insecurity was knocking about in the back of her head. The loud whispers coming from the Darkhold certainly weren't helping the situation either.

With a shaky breath, Wanda spoke, "I'm sorry, Stephen."

"I know you are, Wanda," he placed a comforting arm around her shoulders, giving her a brief squeeze before pulling away. He then took a couple steps back - the sudden space between the pair confused Wanda...

But then her eyes locked onto someone else approaching.

Wanda's hands flew to her jacket pockets, effectively hiding her darkened fingers. Her eyes quickly darted back down towards the floor.

"Hey... Wanda..." an uncertain voice escaped the girl.

"Would you like me to give you some space, America?" Stephen asked.

Wanda expected her to say no. There's no way America would be comfortable standing alone with her. Never.

"Yes, please," she nodded towards him.

Wanda's eyes looked back up in shock at the girl's words. Stephen gave the pair a warm smile before heading off towards you and Thor, you happily greeted him with open arms.

America fiddled with a loose thread falling off of the bottom of her jacket, "So..." she whistled, "I'm surprised you even came to the party. I'm guessing mom- Y/N convinced you?"

Wanda wasn't a stranger to being in the presence of America. The young girl usually hung around you a lot. You and America had been living in a small apartment together, near the Sanctum Sanctorum. You had begged Wanda to live with you and America, you would've loved to start a family with her properly... But of course, Wanda refused time and time again - continuously hating the thought of how she must have scarred America... How she must have scarred you. She was still confused at how you managed to love her after all she did... And now Wanda lived alone, moving from place to place. She was glad that the compound had been rebuilt, you had convinced to let Wanda have her own room within the building again. Wanda spent most of her time confined in those walls - a place where she couldn't hurt anyone.

"Of course she did," Wanda finally replied with a nod. It was growing harder and harder to deny anything you wanted.

Wanda looked up towards you once again. She had to hold back the tears. She had watched you be a great parent towards America for a few months now... But whenever she saw the two of you interact, all she could think about was how she had killed a father without hesitation in another universe. She couldn't help but think that she might kill you one day on accident.

"Well... I'm glad you came," America gulped hard, still slightly scared of how Wanda would react to her. This effectively pulled Wanda away from her harmful thoughts.

"O-Oh? I won't be staying much longer."

"I don't think Y/N would like that," she laughed, "We both know what she's like. She'll end up dragging you back here whether you like it or not."

She wasn't wrong. Wanda knew that you would love for her to stay. You had promised you would come straight back to her once you had said hello to a couple of the other Avengers you hadn't seen in a while. Wanda understood. It had been a long time since everyone had been in the same place at the same time.

"I'm stalling. We both know I am," America sighed, Wanda finally looked at her in response, "Look, Wanda. I... I know how much Y/N means to you. She means a lot to me, too. She was the only person who I've met across the multiverse who I actually wanted to stay with for good. But I don't want to get in the way of you two."

Wanda quickly shook her head, "You aren't getting in the way, you-"

"But I am!" America groaned in frustration, "I'm the reason you two aren't even living together."

"That was my choice."

"But why?"

Wanda bit her lip, "Because I can't. I want to. But I can't. It's not just because of you," she tried to convince the girl, "It's because of Y/N too. I'm scared I'll lose control and hurt you both. I can't live with you two because... because of what I put the both of you through. Especially you, America. You hate me and I wouldn't want to put any strain between yours and Y/N's relationship-"

"Wanda, that was almost a year ago-"

"It doesn't matter, I still regret it. I still have nightmares about who I was. Who I am," she then held up her hands in front of her, revealing her fingers, "I've been cutting down on the magic. I need to. I've hurt too many people. You didn't deserve anything that I did to you. I was in the wrong and both you and Y/N showed me that. I-"

Wanda was quickly cut off by a tightening feeling around her middle. She looked down in shock and confusion to see America. The young girl's arms were secure around her in a tight hug.

"You need to stop beating yourself up over this, Wanda."

A stray tear fell from Wanda's eye, "America..." her voice still shaky.

"Y/N and I have talked about everything that happened. I know what you did was wrong, but you are on the path to being better. Not a lot of people want to try to be a better person."

Wanda finally returned the hug, her own arms cautiously came up around America - she really hoped that she wouldn't hurt the girl. Her hands shook as they moved. A heavy sigh escaped Wanda, "I'm sorry, America."

"I know you are. And I forgive you."

"What-?"

"I forgive you," America affirmed once again, "Maybe you need to work on forgiving yourself. I'd like it if you moved in with us. It's becoming hard to listen to Y/N cry every night because you aren't there. I... I think you would complete our family, Wanda."

Wanda tightened her arms around America in response. A family. With you. That was something Wanda only dreamed about... She had seen those other universes where you and her had lived a happy domestic life together. It was hard not to go to one of those instead of searching for her children.

"Room for one more?"

America and Wanda pulled apart.

"She's all yours," America smiled before she took a step away, "Kamala promised me she would show me her powers so..."

You gave her a brief hug before allowing her to take her leave.

"Y/N..." Wanda finally whispered once the two of you were alone. Another tear fell quickly.

"You know I hate to see you cry," you sighed, sadly. You then reached forward and placed a comforting hand on her cheek, wiping away the tears with your thumb. It was now your turn to pull Wanda into a hug, "I heard America ask you to move in with us. I hope she can convince you if I can't."

"I don't know-"

"Please," you said as she held you just as tight as you held her, "We both want you to. I really want you to. I want to wake up next to you everyday. I want us to be a family. You still deserve to be a mother, Wanda."

A mother...?

No. No way did she deserve that. She couldn't-

"Don't listen to those thoughts..." you muttered, placing a soft kiss against her cheek. You had similar powers to an empath so you could feel other people's feelings, but only if they were strong and intrusive. The hatred within Wanda, for herself, was still as strong as it was all those months ago when you confessed that you loved her, "If you stay with us... With me... I'm sure you will forgive yourself. You'll see just how important you are to our family."

Our family.

"I don't deserve you, Y/N. I will never know how you can still love someone like me after the things I did."

"I've loved you for a lot longer than you think. I don't think I could ever stop. Deep down you have a good heart. You just need to learn how to use it," you leaned back to look at her, your arms still around her neck, "Please... Just give our family a try? For me?" your heart was beating fast, hoping and praying that she would say yes. All you wanted was for her to try.

Wanda looked away, her silence was slowly breaking your heart. You loved her dearly, but you had no idea where your relationship would even go from here if she said no.

"Wands...?" you whispered, silently begging for an answer.

And her answer came.

She looked back at you before quickly diving in, her lips connecting with yours. Your arms tightened around her neck in response, your eyes closed at the contact. You hadn't been physically close with Wanda for a few weeks now, her fear of hurting you kept coming and going and it was putting a strain on your relationship. You smiled into the kiss as you felt her hold you as close as possible, not wanting to let you go.

"I'll take that as a yes," you laughed as you pulled away from her.

"You can take that as an 'I'll try'. For you. For her," her eyes glanced towards America who was currently freaking out over Kamala's powers.

She still missed her children. Billy and Tommy. She would miss them until her final days. But you and America had given her another chance at being a mother, and she was going to try her hardest to make things right. Having a family with you was a dream come true.

"I love you, Wanda," you said, taking one of her hands off of your waist to bring it towards your face. You placed a soft kiss upon her fingers, "All of you."

Wanda's breath hitched, "I-I love you too, detka. Always," she managed to breath out before a flood of tears followed after. The two of your quickly connected again with a much needed kiss.

You couldn't wait to wake up next to this woman in the morning.

A certain multiverse-travelling girl looked at her two parents from afar with love and happiness in her eyes. Perhaps Wanda would learn to forgive herself. Eventually.

Thanks for reading! ( Also available on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40517796 )

I don’t know if I will make another follow up part where Wanda is learning how to be a mother again to America? I kinda need some fluffy domestic Y/N x Wanda stuff so maybe....

(So I made a follow up part... Chapter 2)

#wanda maximoff x reader #Scarlet Witch #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #doctor strange #america chavez #wanda x reader

[abby118]

hi! your post about loki's costumes the other day was really interesting :D since you're talking about thor, what are your thoughts on *thor's* costuming?

Hiii I'm so glad you asked! :D

There are numerous paragraphs in the The Art of books talking about this topic, but to preface this, I'll mention these from the first book:

(concept art by Charlie Wen)

As I've already said in the post about Loki's costume design, the helmet design is a part of Odin's helmet design. (X) Although, we only see Thor wearing it once, during his coronation.

-again, I really like the colours they chose for him, especially considering the fact that silver seems to be a bit rarer than gold in Asgard, and red is the complementary/opposite colour to green. Odin also wears a combination of gold & silver.

-of course, I have to mention the chainmail sleeves.

I know many people like the cirular elements to his armour (and the runes around the circles!), but I, personally, like the pattern of the metal and its combination with leather.

-Obviously, Mjölnir is a topic on its own and I would go into a complete tangent, but I felt it needed to be mentioned at least once.

-Another detail I like, is that most of the time, Thor's armour is pretty heavy (especially when compared to some of Loki's). He's got a lot of metal and I think it reflects his combat style in a way. Unlike Loki, he doesn't strike me as someone who'd need a lot of agility, mainly because his fighting style is very force-focused and well.. Mjölnir does the job.

-Moving on to the first Avengers, at first, the armour composition is slightly different. There's more leather and the contrasting colours are more visible. I like to think this is a bit of a nod to him being on Midgard. Of course, once it gets to the fight with the Chitauri army, he returns back to his usual battle setup, I don't know what else to call it.

I think my favourite detail is the armguard with the symbol of Loki's helmet on it.

-His TDW armour is probably my favourite, and I think that's because it's more fitting for actual battle (as he'd been "restoring the order of the 9 realms"), and then we get a glipse of a more daily life on Asgard compared to the ones we'd seen prior. It's also darker, which.. is a nice detail in context of the movie, as well as the story by that point.

It also seems more practical in terms of actual protection (although, I'm sure having the long cape attached to himself is notoriously inconvenient).

(concept art by Charlie Wen)

Unlike most people, I absolutely love the black leather cloak. (I also recommend checking out this article- X)

One tiny detail I noticed is the zipper-like lining they used that's similar to the lining seen in Loki's armour.

-Thor doesn't really like wearing the chainmail does he? It's a tradition at this point.

-and an honourable mention: this outfit from Avengers Age of Ultron.

#Thor #costume design #og Thor supremacy #ask #abby talks #Thor 1 #The Avengers #Thor The Dark World #Avengers Age of Ultron

[mistress-ofmagic]

Around the Realms in 80 days - chapter 21

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes:

Hi!!! Hope you are doing well! I don't have much to say here for once other than the fact I really loved writing this chapter and I hope you enjoy it! This is my longest chapter to date standing at just over 5000 words so it has taken me a while! Please let me know what you think as all your comments mean the world!

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Your eyes flickered open. The world was moving fast in bright colours around you. You were vaguely aware of being in someones arms as you travelled through the rainbow tube. You tried open your mouth to speak but you blacked out again.

                                                                            ***

This time when you woke, you woke lying in a bed in the middle of a small room. Your eyes felt heavy, and difficult to open. You just wanted to go back to sleep but there was someone saying your name. 

“How are you feeling?” It was a man’s voice you didn’t recognise. 

“Hm.” You grunted. You mouth felt dry and strange to use. 

How were you feeling? Tired mainly but your torso ached and it felt like there was a heavy weight on your chest. 

“What would you give the pain out of 10?” 

In your state you thought it was a stupid question. You were too tired to concentrate on anything, you couldn’t even open your eyes, never mind try to think critically about pain. 

“It hurts. Like an 8.” You croaked out.  

“Okay. I’m just administering oxycodone, it’s a strong painkiller.” 

You didn’t care if he was administering orange juice, you just wanted to sleep. 

“What is it now?”

“A 6?”

You weren’t completely sure there had been any difference but you wanted to be left alone. The man checked in a couple more times but soon he left you to sleep. 

You spent the next few hours drifting in and out of consciousness, barely aware of your surroundings. Your thoughts meandered through your brain like clouds; never able to catch one and hold onto it for long. You were vaguely aware of people coming in and out to check on you, but you were never sure who or for how long they were there. 

Eventually you came round to keep your eyes open for long enough to notice the dark haired, blue eyed man sat on the chair next to you watching you closely. 

“You’re alive” He spoke matter of factly.

“So they tell me. Don’t get too excited.” 

You blinked heavily becoming more aware of your surroundings. You had an IV tube coming out of the cannula in your left hand and a thin oxygen tube in your nostrils that itched if you thought about it too much. You were donning a sexy hospital gown and were tucked under thin blankets. 

“What hospital is this?” You asked. 

“You’re in Stark Towers.” Loki said, grimly. “They have some wards here, free health care for Stark employees.”  Loki sniffed. “The care would have been better on Asgard.” 

“I’m not so sure Odin would be best pleased with that.” 

Loki didn’t disagree. 

He continued to stare at you, not exactly friendly.

“What?” You grunted, your voice still hoarse.

“What?” He parroted, “What?” His voice started to raise, “You’re lucky you are not dead you wretched girl. If you were not in so much pain right now…”

“Yeah well you’re lucky to be alive too! You’re welcome by the way Jesus, next time I won’t bother.” You were in pain and irritated. 

“Good, you shouldn’t.” He spat. “ I don’t think you realise… you could have died! I could have lost you.”

You both looked surprised at his admission. His eyes wide and mouth open slightly as if he wasn’t expecting those words to come out of his mouth.

“Well, I’m still here.” You said in a small voice. 

Loki sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He looked almost as tired as you felt, with dark circles under his eyes and unkempt hair. 

Your torso continued to hurt and you knew that if you tried to sit up it would be worse so you didn’t bother. After all that drama you felt exhausted.

“I apologise, I shouldn’t have raised my voice, not when you are in this condition.”  He breathed. “We can talk about this later.”

There was a few moments silence before you decided to change the subject. 

“What happened after I fell?”

“I took you back via the Bifrost.”

“And the Fire demons?”

“Thor and the others came out on top mostly, but we didn’t learn as much as we hoped.” He sighed. 

“Actually…” You repeated back the conversation you had with the fire demon who had cornered you. 

Loki looked thoughtful.

“I wonder what they’re using humans for.”

Your mind flicked back to that conversation which had resulted in you shooting the demon. 

You shuddered.

Loki quickly switched his attention back to you,

“Are you cold?” He asked, sharply. 

“Er, no.” You ignored the strange feeling in your stomach that arose due to his consideration, a feeling that had nothing to do with your injures. 

Loki was still staring at you and you signed, 

“I guess I feel bad about…hurting that fire demon.”

Loki continued to stare at you, unnerving you slightly. 

“Well,” You huffed defensively “What if he was married? What if he had tiny fire demon babies and enjoyed going to see fire demon movies at the pictures on weekends and I just…”

His eyebrows raised and his mouth twisted into a smile.

“Stop laughing at me, sorry I’m not a cold blooded killer like you.” You turned your face away from him.

Loki signed and looked at you amused. 

“You’re sweet.”

You turned back to him to scowl. A rare compliment from Loki and you were outraged. 

“I’m not sweet, fuck off.” 

He laughed and then spoke, seriously, as if just remembering again why you were here in the first place. 

“You saved my life.” This time he didn’t say it angrily.

“Yeah well, we all make mistakes.” You brought the tone back to being lighthearted. 

There was a pause for a moment and then Loki said, 

“Fire demons don’t get married and have babies, or go to the theatre.” 

You turned back to face him, still scowling. 

“Well” you spluttered “then how are they created?”

“They’re formed, where the volcanic ash meets the flowing lava in the core of Muspelheim. Some say they are all the offspring of Surtur.”

“Huh.” You let this information sink in. “All of them his offspring? Gets around a bit then doesn’t he, ol’ flame breath.” 

“Alas, I see you are back to your normal self.” 

You managed to crack a smile and then frowned thoughtfully. 

“What was that thing Surtur was talking about rag-thingy?”

Loki sighed and rubbed his head, “Ragnarok.” He spoke slowly. “The destruction of the cosmos and everything in it.” 

You took a second to take this in.

“Not to sound stupid but like…why would Surtur want to even cause that?”

He gave you a slide glance. 

“Its written in the prophecy that Surtur would bring about the ending of the realms, nothing left but the void. Then, in its place, a new, better world would emerge lead by superior beings.”

“Sounds kind of like a message a cult would try and push. And Surtur’s okay with dying if it means fulfilling the prophecy?” 

Loki gave a half shrug,

“Perhaps he thinks he will survive to lead as the superior being or perhaps he feels driven to simply fulfil his prophecy, who can tell.”

“Well the other realms will want to stop this right? He won’t be able to go ahead with it?”

To your surprise Loki continued to look grim. 

“It is like you said, some believe it is a mere fairytale, told as fiction or believed by an insolent few with nothing better to believe in. Would your people believe this?”

You shook your head, as you said before, it sounded like a stupid cult. 

“Other versions of the story talk of the destruction of the Aesier Gods and the rise of the new Gods and there are many who would wish for this to come to fruition, and rather than stopping it would help enable it. I believe Surtur would work with anyone to help him bring about Ragnarok.”

Your eyes felt heavy again. The conversation had been an exhausting one and despite the fact you should be horrified, you mainly just felt sleepy. Loki noticed your fatigued state.

“You should get some rest. The doctors say that you will be very drowsy after the strong medication you have been given.” 

“Thank you nurse Loki.” You yawned. 

You were out before you could catch his reply. 

                                                                             ***

The next time you work up, Loki was still sat in the chair next to you, squinting and looking irritated while he was apparently watching Ice Age 2 on the television. 

“You’re still here.” You blurted out, surprised. 

Loki glared at you, “I can leave if you’d prefer.” He said, affronted. 

“No.” You said too quickly, his expression turning to one of surprise. “What I meant is…I was just surprised that’s all. I assumed you’d have better things to do than sit with me while I fall in and out of sleep, I’m not exactly much company. 

“I grew up with Thor, believe me this is much more preferable company.” He turned back to the TV.

“How are you finding Ice Age 2?” You asked. 

“Pitiful. Is this really what Midgardians see as entertainment?”

“Hey, this is a classic.”

He gave you a disparaging look as the nurse came into the room.

“Ah good, you’re awake. How do you feel?” She shot a couple of anxious glances towards Loki but to your surprise didn’t react too adversely to his presence. 

“Tired still.” You said truthfully.

“The aesthetic will make you tired, it can take 24 hours for the effects to wear off so you are likely feel fatigued for a while. Now you are awake I can take your oxygen tube off.” 

She bent down to do so and you were grateful for the relief from the itchy feeling of the tube. 

“You should try and eat and drink something.” She advised you.

Ugh, the thought of food made you feel sick. She saw the look on your face and said,

“I’ll bring you something light, make sure you keep drinking through.” She indicated to the jug of water next to you.

“Here, let me sit you up a bit.” She pressed the button on the side of the bed and raised the back so you were sat instead of laying. 

You pushed yourself up higher and cringed in pain at the feeling of moving. 

“Are you okay?” Loki asked, quickly. 

“Fine just hurts.” You winced. 

Now that you were sat up, and feeling more awake, the nausea kicked in much heavily. You took a tiny sip of water and felt worse. 

The nurse popped out the room and brought back some crackers, laying them next to the water. You eyed them, grossed out by their presence. 

“I’ll come back to check on you later.” She said pleasantly and then left. 

You closed your eyes again and tried to fight off the feeling of nausea. 

“You should eat something.” 

You didn’t reply you were busy focusing very hard on not being sick. 

“You should eat something.” Loki repeated.

“Yeah thanks.” You mumbled non-committally. 

Loki tutted angrily. “Do not make me repeat myself a third time. Do you want me to feed you like a babe?”

You cracked an eye open. 

“Er no, no one wants that.” 

“Well then eat something you silly chit.” 

“You’re so pushy.” 

Unfortunately, opening your mouth to speak triggered your gag reflex. 

Loki jumped in his chair and moved his arms as if he was about to touch you and then thought better of it. 

“Can you get the nurse to bring me a sick bucket.” You moaned. 

“Right.” 

He disappeared out of the room for a moment and came back with some disposable sick bowls that you always thought looked like cardboard hats.

“Here.” He passed you the bowl.

You sat yourself up higher and resumed the “I’m going to be sick” position over the bowl. Loki still hadn’t left and you side eyed him. 

“Can you go please?” You gagged again. 

Even in your state, you had enough pride to not want a God watching you as you threw up.

“Nonsense.” 

To your surprise, Loki stepped towards you and gently moved your hair so it wasn’t in your face. 

“I have seen worse things than an ill maiden.” He spoke softly. 

Ugh, fine, you thought. If he wanted to stay for the show so be it, you couldn’t be bothered arguing. Nor did you have time as it turned out as you expelled the contents of your stomach. 

Loki passed you some tissue to wipe your mouth with. You groaned and lay back as the nurse came and took the bowl away, giving you a fresh one. 

The aesthetic and painkillers unfortunately did not agree with you, and you threw up a few more times. Loki continued to stay with you, despite the fact that you doubted Asgardian Gods regularly nursed over humans. 

“Thanks.” You mumbled grimly as he took away one of your sick bowls. 

“You have thanked me nearly ten times now mortal, stop it or I will shut your mouth for you.”

“I am thankful though, you really didn’t have to stay.” 

Loki didn’t reply but brought you back another bowl and sat close to you. 

“This is humiliating.” You moaned. 

“There is nothing humiliating about being ill. Mortals still have such old fashioned ideas about modesty.” 

“That’s easy for you to say. You have probably never done anything humiliating in your life.” 

Loki gave a little snort but didn’t reply. You stared at him with your eyes narrowed. 

“Go on then, what is the most humiliating thing you have done?” 

Loki looked at you, unconvinced. 

“You’ve just held my hair back while I was sick, you owe me one humiliating story. Also I saved your life so.”

Loki rolled his eyes. 

“You’re always going to use that as a bargaining chip to get what you want, aren’t you?” He said dryly. 

“Hm. Now spill.” 

He took a deep breath in.

He spoke slowly, “A couple of hundred years ago I…I slept with Fandral.” 

You stared at him, your mouth opened slightly and eyes widened in surprise. You really hadn’t expected him to say that, you thought he would say something like “once I tripped up in front of the royal council” or “one time Thor left me with a black eye.” 

He met your gaze, waiting for your reaction. 

“What was he like?” You asked.

He gave you a little flick on the nose.

“Ow. I’m being serious Loki. Fandral is a good looking guy. Sleeping with a good looking guy isn’t humiliating. That’s like me saying oh this one time I won an award for being the too sexy and hot, it was so embarrassing for me.” 

Loki ignored you and continued to look like he’d sucked a lemon. “They were dark days.” 

“We’ve all slept with someone we don’t like as a form of punishment.” You paused, “Thanks for telling me, I know it meant a lot to admit that.” 

He gave a tight smile.

“Don’t get too used to it mortal. I merely told you to stop you from winging about being embarrassed from throwing up in front of me.” 

You spent the rest of the day flitting in and out of sleep, Loki beside you the whole time. You were to be kept a close eye on to ensure you were okay to be discharged so you stayed the night. To annoyance, Loki was asked to leave the ward at night. You persuaded him to go and get some rest and get a fresh pair of clothes and with great reluctance he agreed. 

That night, you dreamt you were back on Muspelheim fighting fire demons. This time, when you tried to run to save Loki your legs wouldn’t move and you had to watch on as one of the demons took him down. The next time, Loki was completely blue and he was the one attacking Thor and the others while you tried to get to him. 

You woke up abruptly, in a cold sweat and alone in your hospital bedroom.

Until now, you had completely forgotten about Loki’s skin turning blue and cooling your burns down. How could you have forgotten that? Was that part of Loki’s magic skills or something else? You were going to have to ask him about it when he visited later. Assuming that he did visit later of course, he had been there for the full day before he might decide his caring duties were finished. You closed your eyes again and managed to get back to sleep.

In the morning the nurse had brought you something to eat, which you managed to keep down. After she’d helped you to use the facilities you were sat up feeling a bit brighter now the aesthetic had worn off and watching day time T.V.  

The door swung open but it was Thor that tipped into your room looking somewhat sheepish and holding a big bunch of flowers. 

“You’re awake!” He greeted you, and planted a kiss on your cheek. 

“Thor! Thanks for the flowers.”

Seeing Thor, future king of of Asgard stood in your small room with the largest bunch of flowers you’ve ever seen felt very strange somehow, as if he didn’t quite fit the space he was in. 

“Er, sit down.” You indicated to the chair Loki had been residing in after a few moments of him stood awkwardly at the foot of your bed. 

He plonked himself in the chair and then said, rushed,

“Latte, I cannot apologise enough for what happened and I am so glad to see you well. I take full responsibility for what happened to you and -.” 

“Thor, oh my god, honestly it’s not your fault.” 

He continued to look grave. 

“I should have been keeping closer watch on you when we were on that forsaken planet and…” 

“Seriously, Thor it’s fine I made my own choices.” 

He sighed heavily but looked relieved. 

“Thank you for saving my brother.” He said seriously. “Just to think, a little while ago you both hated each other, and now look at you, firm friends.” He beamed.

“Well, okay, let’s not be too hasty.” You tried to sit yourself up a bit higher. “How is everyone else doing?”

“Fine, fine. The rest of the warriors headed back to Asgard. Stark wants to speak to you by the way when you are feeling better. He said he might come down and see how you’re doing.” 

There was a couple of moment of comfortable silence when you remembered your dream earlier. 

“Thor, erm, can you tell me more about Loki’s…parentage?” You asked, tentatively.

His forehead creased.

“Why do you ask?” 

“So there was this moment when I got hit by the fire demons Loki’s erm hand turned blue and like really cold?”

Thor shifted uncomfortably in his seat. 

“I think its’ best I let Loki tell you more about that.” 

You sighed, you thought he would say as much but it was worth a try. 

Thor actually stayed with you for a couple of hours, watching Madagascar and it was nice to have some company. Unlike Loki, Thor actually seemed to find cartoons amusing and kept guffawing with laughter.

After a while, Loki popped by to see you again. He looked a little fresher than when you’d last seen him, but still had dark under eyes and a pale complexion. He was holding a bunch of flowers himself and he seemed unsurprised but a little irritated to see Thor there. 

“I can take it from here, thanks.” Loki told his brother. 

Thor kept his eyes glued to the T.V, “I’m just waiting to see if these animals make it back to their zoo.” 

Loki glowered at him and Thor eventually looked up and got the hint. 

“Er, see you later then Latte. I’ll come down and see you soon.” He gave you another kiss on the cheek to which Loki scowled further and then left. 

Loki moved Thors flowers from your bedside table and put his down instead, moving Thor’s to further away from you. 

“You didn’t strike me as the flowers type.” You raised your eyebrows pointedly. 

“These are from my mother.”

“Huh?” 

Loki gave you an irritated look. “She wrote to say she wishes you well.” He fussed over the flowers.

“You… you wrote to your mother about me?”

You felt funny inside, you were both flattered and unsure how you felt about the Queen of Asgard perceiving you and knowing what you got up to.

Loki shrugged your comment off and sat down where Thor had been. 

You would normally spend longer pressing him but you really wanted to talk about the big blue elephant in the room.

“I need to ask you something.” You geared yourself up for your next question.

“Oh?” Loki was indifferent.

“Er yeah.” 

When you took a deep breath in you caught Loki’s attention and he eyed you cautiously.

“Is this about Fandral again because it was a long time ago and…”

“No! No it’s not about that.” You interjected.

Loki relaxed back into his chair,

“Ok, then…?”

“How come your hand turned blue and cold when I got shot with that fire bolt?” You blurted.

Loki froze in his seat for a couple of seconds.

“I - I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play silly buggers with me, I saw it.” 

“I - er what?” You threw him off momentarily with your figure of speech. 

You took this moment to push him further.

“Does it have something to do with your true parentage? I saw some things in a book about erm how maybe you come from an ice planet or something I forgot it’s name…” You faltered at the end of your sentence. “But those books you said are sometimes wrong so…”

Loki continued to stay very still, you weren’t even sure if he had taken a breath.

“You don’t have to tell me!” You rushed, “If it’s like a sensitive topic or something I was just curious but if you don’t want to tell me then that’s fine of course.” You blathered.

He blinked a couple of times before he spoke.

“Yes.” He seemed to force himself to say. 

You wanted to ask “yes what?” But you let yourself be quiet. 

There was a long pause and you thought about changing the subject when he finally spoke.

“I should probably tell you.” He spoke, strained. 

“Well, er, only if you’re sure.” You hung on to his every word.

“It seems to have put some of it together already. I can’t say I’m surprised.” He seemed to deflate. “My father, my true father is Laufey, a frost giant from Jotunheim. And my mother…well one assumes she was a lesser frost giant. Either way I was abandoned and Odin took me in as one of his trophies.” He spat. 

You remembered reading that now, and your mind flicked back to the pictures in your “Norse mythology for dummies” book. You do not remember them being described as an especially nice, kind people. In fact, you could remember that the Asgardians seemed to hate them.

It did not sound like Loki had the nicest of starts in life. 

“And did you always know…?”

“That I was a frost giant?” Loki snorted wildly, “No, Odin elected to withhold that piece of information until a few years ago.” 

Jesus, you weren’t sure how to respond to that. 

From what you knew and had gathered already you started to piece things together. The idea Loki grew up for years not knowing why Odin favoured Thor or knowing why he was different from others made you feel…sad. 

Loki’s face looked pained and although you couldn’t tell exactly what he was thinking about, you felt you were well versed in Loki’s inner battles. He stayed staring down at the floor, and continued to not move. 

“Loki, thanks for sharing that with me.” 

He flicked his eyes up to you. 

“You seem unfazed by this.”  He scowled. 

It seemed he was waiting for something but you weren’t sure what he needed from you. How do you react when someone shares something so intimate with you? Perhaps he didn’t think you were being upset enough.

“No, no,  I’m not unfazed, I think its’ really sad! I’m really sorry to hear that happened to you.”

You cringed at your words, you were clearly not very good at this.

Loki scoffed, “You should be scared, not sad.”

Now you were genuinely confused,

“Why would I be scared?” You asked slowly.

“I’m a monster.” He flashed his eyes at you. 

“Well, I already knew that.” You caught his eye so he knew you were joking with him but he didn’t smile back.

“I look like a monster.” He said plainly, as if he wasn’t too bothered by this. 

You weren’t sure how to respond to that or if he was looking for an ego lift or not. He was normally so cocky about his looks too so this had thrown you for a loop. You felt your face grow warmer as you tried to navigate your words.

“Well er I don’t know if it makes you feel any better but I actually think you look rather…good…you know, er, you’re pretty good looking and it feels like you’ve never really had an issue you know, scoring or anything…”

“Not in this form, obviously.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Wh- like…an ultimate form or…?” 

“My frost giant form.”

“Right, well obviously I haven’t seen you in that form so I can’t really comment. I also don’t know loads about frost giants so it’s kind of hard for me to understand, I guess I haven’t got much context…” 

Loki nodded and stood up suddenly. You thought you must have offended him and he was going to leave but he stalked over to the door and shut it. 

“I’ll show you.” 

You tensed yourself, your heartbeat quickening, unsure of what was about to happen. 

Loki stood at the bottom of your bed and closed his eyes. 

Swiftly, his skin started turning a pale blue colour and he grew even taller. Markings appeared on his skin, trailing down his arms and face. Finally he opened his eyes and you were shocked to see that they were a bright red. 

Your mouth hung open and you took a couple of seconds to take in the transformation. 

“See. You are scared.” His eyes narrowed at you, getting angry at your reaction.

“No?” You stuttered, scared. 

You gripped onto your blankets, and swallowed hard. 

It really was a shock seeing him like this. It’s not every day someone in front of you suddenly completely changes.

“No.” You repeated stronger this time. “I’m not scared its just that you look, different, and it’s taking me a second to get used to it. If I grew a few feet and turned purple or something you would have to get used to it, ’m not saying it in a bad way or anything…”

Truthfully now you were settling in to seeing him like this and your breathing had calmed down you really didn’t hate it. He still looked like Loki, with the same long dark hair and facial structure. To be honest you thought the colour was pretty and the markings were very cool. The more you looked at him the more you liked it. 

“I actually think this is a good look. It kind of suits you.” You said, candidly.  “So does all of you look like this when you transform or…?” You asked, innocently. 

Loki flashed his startlingly red eyes at you but you thought you could see a hint of a smirk too. You were relieved to see a shadow of his normal self and humour peaking through a somewhat angsty mood. 

Loki turned himself back to how he normally looks. 

“I meant what I said Loki. It genuinely must have been horrific to learn that there was such a large part of your past that you had been missing up until now.” 

He didn’t say anything and continued to stand.

“The monster that parents tell their children about at night.” He chuckled.

“Well hey, if it makes you feel any better I definitely won’t be telling my children about you. And if you’re trying to scare me off you forget I have seen you with bed head, and I still stayed friends with you even after that, no form of you could be scarier than that.”

You managed to get a half smile out of him before he sighed.

“I have gotten used to this part of myself.”

You nodded, encouragingly,

“That can’t have been easy, to find out you are something that your people have always despised and been brought up to hate and to make peace with that. That’s a massive achievement.” You smiled at him. 

“Yes I know.” He said, stiffly and rolling his eyes.

“I have made peace with being a monster now.” He eyed you curiously “however a sane human would have rang for the nurse and asked me to leave.” 

You snorted, you thought about saying “I’m not like other girls” ironically but you didn’t think Loki would get the joke. 

“Are you saying I’m not sane? That’s kind of rude, I’m in hospital, aren’t you supposed to be cheering me up?”

Loki gave you the exasperated look you were used to him giving you.

“Come on, why don’t you sit that blue ass down and watch…” You flicked the guide on “…Harry Potter with me?” 

Loki gave you a stern look.

“I will sit down, but not because you told me, because you are unwell and have been through serious physical trauma. Clearly this trauma involved a sever bang to your head which has made you think you can talk to me in such a vernacular way. I will forgive you however, because you are a patient.” 

“That’s very generous of you your majesty.” 

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Thor x plus size reader

Sometimes you have to be rough to get your point across

Warnings: extreme self-hate, rough sex, Thor is too big to take, fat-shamming, best friends to lovers, mention of therapists, not eating, depression, panic attack, Thor is a literal giant so… size kink, implied eating disorders, slight dub-con (no explicit consent), insecure!reader, reader is tied up with a belt, unprotected sex, implied violence, cut up clothes, assholes that make bets

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Minors DNI

You were practically vibrating with excitement as you bounded into your office. Today was the day. Today you were going to tell the man you were crushing on hard about your feelings. You had pumped yourself up for a week for this, doing constant affirmations, chatting to your therapist, even having your best friend hype you up on FaceTime this morning as you put on your best outfit.

“Good morning Dove!” Thor spoke up from your chair, a huge smile stretched across his handsome face. “Hi Goldie!” You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before shoving him out of the leather seat, huge body landing on the carpet with a thump but his grin never faltered. You settled at the desk, booting up your computer to begin your work.

“You look beautiful today.” You waved him off. “Oh shush, you helped me pick this out, you’re just fishing for compliments.” He smirked, his icy eyes twinkling. “Well it looks better in person than through the small rectangular box.” “A phone Goldie, it’s called a phone.” you rolled your eyes, instead focussing on the vast number of reports you had to get through.

Being the head of Public Relations for the Avengers was tough to say the least but you get an incredible apartment, really good pay and the most amazing best friend in the world. Plus, somehow, the most attractive people ever worked in the tower. That is how you met TJ, an accountant on the same floor as you.

He was tall and blond and very very pretty. He liked video games and comics and he ate lunch with you every day. He made you laugh and gave you swarms of butterflies every time he smiled at you. So you made up your mind, you were going to take the leap today when you met up with him in the cafeteria. Thor had encouraged you to do it, saying that you deserved happiness and if ‘the small man who looks at numbers’ can give it to you, then why not.

“Are you nervous?” He laid his big head on your plump thigh, his bearded cheek scraping the soft skin beneath him that had been exposed by your skirt lifting slightly. “Yeah I am. What if he says no? What if he doesn’t like me like that?” Your fingers tightened in his long hair, your nerves getting the best of you. He shifted so he could make eye contact with you, his dark eyebrows furrowing. “He would be lucky to have you dove, anyone would.”

You sighed happily. “What would I do without you Goldie?” “Who knows.” He shrugged. With a quick peck to your forehead, he lumbered out of the room, leaving you to stew in your nerves and excitement.

——————

Thor was worried, to say the least. You hadn’t gone to work in nearly two days and he hadn’t heard from you in nearly that whole time, just a text saying ‘wish me luck’ a couple hours after he had last seen you. He hoped you needed space away from him with your new beau but the nagging feeling in the back of his head told him that wasn’t the case.

Your apartment was dark as he looked up to it from the street, which was quite unusual since you were very fond of those little colourful lights on strings that were nailed to the walls. He had been over many times for ‘movie nights’ or when you were ill so he knew where your spare key was and promptly used it to get in. 

“Dove?” He strained his ears for you, but didn’t hear anything. As he moved further in, his boot came into contact with something that made him trip. His hand slammed into the wall, his calloused palm flicking on the light switch. Your clothes were scattered around, huge slashes through them, like they had been cut. 

A deep unsettling feeling knotted in his gut. He was suddenly on high alert, what if someone had taken you? Hurt you? His jaw was set, his “umbrella” gripped tightly in his hand, blue eyes growing dark with fury. 

The final door creaked open, revealing a bedroom that was trashed, the ensuite door completely open already. There was a curled up figure in the shower, knees up to the chest, head resting on them. “Dove.” You looked up, spotting the god but looking away quickly. “Go away.” Your voice was broken and strained, obviously having been crying for a while. Thor barely noticed that you were completely naked, your skin covered in goosebumps, shivering violently.

He dropped the umbrella and strode over to you, big hands grabbing your shoulders in an attempt to pull you up. You thrashed violently. “Don’t touch me!” His grip just got tighter, fingers digging in painfully into your collarbone as he lifted you into his chest “Let go! Let go!” You were screaming now, he could practically hear your heartbeat in his ears, it was beating so loud.

“Dove, you need to calm down.” Your eyes were wild, frantically darting around, looking for an escape. One of Thor’s huge hands cupped the back of your head, forcing your face into the crook of his thick neck, your ear pressed firmly against his pulse. His free arm wrapped around your large body, squishing you to him as close as possible.

Your sobs were heartbreaking as you finally relaxed into him, desperately clutching at his henley, nails digging into his chest. But he didn’t let you go, just placed his chin on the top of your head, gently swaying you. His heart clenched as your sobs died, the exhaustion finally taking over. 

His hand that was on your back fell to your thighs, hoisting them up to wrap around his waist. You were so much smaller than him that he could easily hold you up, your entire body fitting against his torso. With soft steps, he carried you to the bed, kicking away the fabric that littered the floor to make a clear path to the bed. 

The god had never seen you like this. He knew you had your bad days, but this, this was beyond anything he could deal with. Your body was lowered onto the bed, whining with the loss of his body heat. Thor pulled the blue shirt over his head, quickly pulling it over your nude body, the hem falling halfway down your plump thighs.

Immediately, you buried your nose in the fabric, inhaling the scent of evergreens and rain. You hiccuped slightly like you were about to wake, making him freeze, big hands hovering over you but then you sighed and settled into the sheets, your breaths coming out evenly.

He worked slowly and methodically, gathering all the trash and destroyed clothes, stuffing them into garbage bags which he placed by the door. Keeping his ears strained for any movement you made. The gnawing in his gut continued to get worse as you slept. Something went horribly wrong, you wouldn’t shut down like this if that boy hadn’t simply rejected you.

He did something to you, something unforgivable. Lightning crackled around him as he worked, hundreds of scenarios ran through his mind, each one worse than the last. If he had his way, this boy would be dead for even thinking about breaking your heart. You had the most pure heart of anyone he had ever met in his centuries of life. You were kind, intelligent and caring. Not to mention the most beautiful creature he had set eyes upon, you were like some gift from the old gods. 

Thor loved you from the moment you met but he was content just being your friend, to have the privilege to be in your presence, to bask in your beauty. Just as he was finishing with the sweeping, the creaking of floorboards broke him from his thoughts. 

“Thor?” You were wrapped up in a big white blanket, face barely peeking out of the duna, eyes big and hazy. “Dove, how are you feeling?” Taking big steps forward, he pulled you back into his arms, resisting the urge to laugh as your fast smushed into the hard planes of his chest and you gave out a grumble. “You didn’t have to come here. I’m fine.”

His face hardened as he drew back from you. “I was worried about you and you are obviously not fine. Tell me what happened.” You turned away, refusing to meet those blues you knew all too well. “Nothing.” “It was not nothing.” You attempted to turn your body but he held fast. “Tell me and do not lie to me.”

His resolve was breaking as your eyes glazed over with more tears but he needed to know. “He told me the truth.” Thor’s chest rumbled with a deep growl. “And what truth is that.” It wasn’t even a question, it sounded more like a threat. “That I’m disgusting and ugly and fat, and-and- I don’t deserve to be loved. He was just being nice to me for a bet, get the fattest girl in the office to fall in love with him. He won $5, that’s all I’m worth.” 

“Dove, look at me.” Thor hooked a finger under your chin, guiding you up so you could look into his eyes. “You are beautiful and you are worth more than that. I have witnessed much but you are, by far, the most amazing person I have ever met.” You clenched your jaw tightly. “Stop lying to me.”

Over the course of your friendship, you both dealt with each other's insecurities. Temporary doubts in either of your worths were fixed with a night of self-care and assurances from each other. You trusted Thor entirely, just as he did for you, so you took his words to heart. Kind words and actions always worked before.

“I am not lying to you dove.” He cupped your cheek but you slapped his hand away. “Yes you are! I’m just this disgusting, fat pig. You’ve been lying to me this whole time! I’ve tried to be skinny, I just don’t have the willpower to do it. I’m so weak. I break every time.” “What are you talking about?”

“The truth!” You screamed in his face, lurching back so you broke out of his grip. “I want you to leave. If you can’t tell me the truth, you obviously aren’t my friend, you’ve never been my friend.” “Listen to me-“ “Leave!” 

“No.” He rolled his shoulders back, chest puffing out, eyes flashing brightly. “Leave Thor!” “No.” Your voice trembled. “P-please go.” “No.” Your eyes widened in shock as he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder, the blanket falling from your form. “Put me down!”

“I have spent too long watching you put yourself down. So it’s time for me to get it into that pretty little head of yours that you are perfect. No more stupid boys, no more starving yourself, no more hate. I’m going to fuck you stupid and then you’re going to listen to everything I say and you will believe it.” 

“Thor, what are you-“ You bounced on the mattress as he threw you down, and you scrambled back, attempting to get away from the angry god. You had never seen him this furious, his chest was heaving, a trail of dark blond hair and sweat leading down to a huge bulge pressing against the seam of his jeans that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from. The buckle to his belt clinked as he unbuckled it, pulling it through the denim loops and dropping it to the bed beside you.

You couldn’t move as his eyes locked on yours, it was hypnotic, the way his muscles flexed and the pure anger in his eyes. His pants sagged on his hips, exposing the dense patch of hair at the base of his cock. “I have spent too long trying to comfort you with soft words and actions but now, we do it my way. You will learn.” Finally, his pants slid down his muscular thighs, his huge cock springing up, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“You are mine.” He crawled up the bed, huge body looming over you. “This body is mine.” His lips brushed against your throat. “This cunt is mine.” You gasped as he cupped your pussy, the palm of his hand grinding violently against your clit and his teeth clamped down on your pulse point almost painfully. The slow grind of his pelvis against your thigh was torture. You could feel the heat from his 11 inch cock and the beat of his heart as he pressed down even further.

Your fingers skimmed up his back, attempting to bury themselves in his hair. “No.” Suddenly, your hands were pinned above you, trapped within one of Thor’s huge hands. “You don’t get to touch, not until you’ve learned.” Leaning back, Thor straddled your body, keeping you down as he used his belt to bind your hands together, looping the leather through the bars on your headboard. You tugged on the restraints, surprised to find that you could barely move.

“You will take what I have to give you and if you are good, you will get to touch me. Now, let me show you how beautiful you are.” Three thick fingers slipped inside you, your back arched upwards, sparks flying. “Oh god!” Thor scissored his fingers within you, stretching your walls further than ever before. You couldn’t help but wonder, if this was how his fucking fingers felt, his cock was going to rip you in two. His lips attached to your hard nipple through the coarse fabric of his shirt, soaking the material.

“That’s right. I’m your god. I belong to you, just as much as you belong to me.” He growled into your ear, he was breathless, like he was taking pleasure from your own. Your hips canted upwards, trying desperately to get more friction against your throbbing sex. You felt like you were burning from the inside out, the tips of Thor’s calloused fingers rubbing your g-spot perfectly. You pulled on the restraints as your stomach tightened, your pleasure building and building.

“Yes yes yes! Please Thor! Please!” Your nerves were on fire, slick pooled around your chubby thighs, rubbing onto Thor’s own hairy ones. You were vaulted to the edge of ecstasy and held there, your orgasm at the mercy of the god above you. “Please!” You begged, the pleasure slowly becoming a sweet burn within you.

“Tell me you are beautiful. Tell me you are worthy of love. Of my love.” Your eyes squeezed shut and turned your head from him, tears leaking down your cheeks. “No.” You whimpered. Your legs attempted to close around his hand, unsure whether you wanted to keep him in place or push him away. He bit your nipple harshly, a squeal escaping your lips. “Say it.” A sob ripped from your throat. “Fine.” 

Thor pulled his hand from you, bringing his fingers to his mouth. His tongue darted out, licking your juices up. “Delicious. One day I will devour you until you pass out but not today. You must earn that.” “How?!” You sobbed, the pain both from your ruined orgasm and your breakdown tearing a hole within you. 

“Love yourself as much as I love you.” His plump lips met yours in a surprisingly gentle kiss which you melted into. Big hands skirted up your generous curves beneath his shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake, settling on your wide waist, his thumbs brushing the underside of your heavy breasts. You moved in a natural rhythm, a push and pull that got increasingly more passionate. Thor barely noticed when you grinded against his leg, sighing as the ache was soothed, your pleasure building once more.

Suddenly your hips were pinned with an incredibly tight grip. “Naughty.” You moaned at his strength, the way he held you down with seemingly no effort. He reached above you, untying you from the bed frame but not releasing your wrists from the leather. “I believe it’s time I make good on my promises.” With a frightened yelp, you were flipped onto your stomach, your plump ass pulled up as you face-planted into your pillow, Thor’s shirt riding up so it was trapped under your nose, filling your senses with his comforting smell. “Just relax Dove, let me take all those evil thoughts from you pretty little head.” 

You mewled as his wide tongue licked up your slit, drinking down your juices. “Divine.” He muttered to himself, warm palms massaging your soft ass cheeks. “Now dove, remember, I’m doing this because I love you.” You looked back at him with a questioning gaze but nodded anyway. “Good, because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.”

With one powerful stroke, he buried half his length within you. Your body convulsed beneath him, his weight pressing you deeper into the mattress. You could feel every inch of his hard, toned body against your soft one, not to mention every centimeter of his godly cock prying you apart, each twitch, every slight movement he made, sending shocks of pleasured pain up your spine. “T-Thor!” He gave an experimental thrust and you screamed. His heavy balls grazed your clit as your insides fluttered, trying to suck him in deeper.

“By the gods, you have the most perfect quim.” His body folded over yours, head falling to the crook of your neck, breath coming out in heavy pants. Hips rolled into yours, his cock going even deeper, strong fingers digging into the flesh around your hips, most definitely leaving bruises. Thrusts started out slow, at least giving you the ability to get used to his massive size. As soon as you relaxed once more into the pillow, he growled and picked up his pace, the tip of his cock bashing your cervix.

“Too much!” You tried to pull away, as he forced another inch into you, making your mind go hazy. “Oh but dove, we still have more to go.” “No no no. No more.” You were drooling as another inch was pushed into your pussy. Your knees slid out from under you so the entirety of Thor’s body was connected to yours. With one last push, the last three inches of his cock slid in. 

“Ready?” You didn’t answer, drool falling from your open mouth, staining the pillowcase and his shirt. “You are worthy. You are beautiful. Pure. Powerful. Strong. Sexy. Delicate.” Each word was punctuated by a bone rattling thrust. “You are the love of my life. My queen. My goddess.” His pace was violent now, desperately trying to fuck his praises into you. As his cock pumped into you, heat spread through your body, the knot in your stomach growing ever tighter but still you thrashed, needing to get away from him.

“Stop running from me.” He growled, hand coming up to the back of your neck to pin you back in place. “You will take my cock, and you will take my love.” Thor shifted slightly and your clit rubbed against the crumpled bed sheets beneath you, immediately making your orgasm crash over you. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” White speaks dotted your vision as Thor continued to milk your pleasure, groaning when you tightened around him. “Good girl. That’s my good dove. So perfect.” He moaned against your ear, cock throbbing within you.

“Let me see your face.” He paused, gently kissing your cheek before carefully pulling out of you, his chest rumbling as he saw how puffy and sore your pussy looked. With delicate movements, he flipped you onto your back, wedging a pillow under your hips. Lips met yours once more, big hands sliding up your body, lifting the shirt up to completely expose you to his stormy eyes. He whispered against your swollen lips. ”I love you.” 

Fat tears dripped from your eyes. “Let me touch you please.” “Tell me what you love about yourself.” His hips rolled against yours once more, slowly sinking into your pussy again but only giving slow strokes, just barely building up your pleasure. “I c-can’t.” “You can. Tell me one thing. Just one.” His deep voice was so soft, it made you weak, your heart skipping in your chest. “Do it for me Dove. One thing and I’ll give you all the pleasure you could ever want.” To prove his point, he gave a few deep thrusts which made you cry out, your head falling against the pillow.

“I love how s-strong I am.” Your voice was quiet but he heard you, you felt him smile against your skin. He punched into you, your moans becoming deafening as the knot inside you tightened again. “I love how smart I am.” You sobbed as your hands were finally free from the belt which Thor ripped open and tossed to the other side of your room. Immediately, you buried them in his long hair, gripping it tightly. “Keep going, tell me more.” Your chubby legs wrapped around his waist, his hard muscles flexing beneath them.

“I love how s-s…” “Say it.” He growled into your throat, angling his hips so he was pumping against your g-spot with each thrust. “How soft I am.” Nails scraped down the god’s back so hard you drew blood. “More.” “Love how much bigger you are than me, like you can protect me from everything.” Your legs trembled, ankles locking together to keep his body close to yours. “You make me so happy. Make me feel loved, make me feel beautiful. I love you.”

The bed was now slamming into the wall with the force of his thrusts. Sweat poured down your bodies but you stayed as close as possible, love radiating from you both as your ends drew closer. Your mouths met in a messy kiss, teeth clashing together. “I love you.” He murmured against you, and that was it. Your orgasm exploded within you, your pussy clamping down on his dick painfully, your eyes fluttering shut. Thor let out a thunderous roar, releasing his hot seed deep inside you, his thrusts slowing but not stopping.

A big hand cupped your head so your foreheads rested together. As you came down, you looked up at your best friend, a huge dopey smile across his face, red splotching across his neck and chest. “Did you mean it?” Your voice was raspy and breathy. “Mean what dove?” “Everything.” His dark eyebrows furrowed. “Of course I did. I would never lie to you. I’ve loved you for a long time. I hate seeing you in any kind of pain.”

You kissed his nose sweetly. “Thank you.” “For loving you?” You nodded. “You never have to thank me for loving you, it is the greatest honour I could ever have.” Your arms tightened around his neck, bringing Thor’s face back down for another kiss. “I love you too. But do you think you could help clean me up? Your cum is really sticky.” He gave a hearty laugh and lifted you into his arms, and made his way to the bathroom.

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“Hello Dove! I have brought you some lunch.” Thor strode proudly into your office, huge plastic bag in hand which he promptly deposited on your desk. “Hi love.” You arched your neck up, accepting a loving kiss from the giant. He brushed the back of his knuckles against your cheek, smiling brightly when your eyes fluttered shut and you leaned into his touch. You brought his hand to your lips, laying a quick peck to them.

Suddenly you glanced down at them, your eyebrows scrunched. “Why are your knuckles bruised?” He looked away bashfully. “Did a workout with Rogers this morning.” “No you didn’t. You were in bed with me all morning, remember, I was late.” He pulled away from you and nervously played with the zipper on his jacket. “I may have taken care of that boy who hurt you.” He said shyly.

“Thor…” “I know, I shouldn’t hurt humans but he made you cry and question yourself. I had to teach him a lesson.” Your plump arms wrapped around him, head resting on his chest. “I was just going to thank you for protecting me, my big, strong, handsome, sweet man.” Thor growled and threw you on the desk, ripping open your shirt.

“My queen, you do know how to rile me up.” Your giggles turned into moans and safe to say that pretty much everyone was scared to go near your office for the rest of the day and you got a yelling at from Fury but it was all worth it for the smile on Thor’s face every time you told him something you loved about yourself. 

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Whisked Away 2

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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work

Character: chubby!baker!Thor

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Delaney wishes you good luck as you go. Your heart is fluttery with nerves. It’s been a while since you actually had an interview. These days, most send you a link where you record yourself answering generalised questions. You never do well at those. In fact, you’d only ever had one job.  

You worked at a cafe in high school and after you went and got your culinary schooling done, you were promoted. It held you through the first few years of your twenties until Delaney got sick and you had to move to the city for her treatment. Your squirreled away savings got you the apartment and her stipend helped, but you’re running dry on credit. 

You need this. Desperately. But you can’t show that if you want it. You have to play it cool. Be a professional. 

You catch a streetcar down to the main row and check your phone. You’re well ahead of time. Good. You’ve never been to this particular place. You don’t go out much if it isn’t to the grocery store or the pharmacy. Delaney stopped wanting to go outside a while back. You try to encourage her but you can tell it only makes her feel worse. 

You follow the map directions on the app and stop before the cafe windows. They’re slightly tinted with curling golden calligraphy painted across them; Golden Crust. The facade is brown and yellow brick and there are flower boxes just below the windows. Behind the glass, loaves of bread lines a shelf, on display to tempt passerbys. 

The door is wide and thick and painted red. You push inside and pause to look around. The long counter is made of dark wood with clear glass cases on top containing dozens of colourful and sugary desserts. Behind the counter, the walls are lined with shelves; some ingredients, some with unfolded boxes, and more bread and packaged biscuits to go. It’s all finely organized. 

Lights hang above with brass shades, lending a low hue to the shop. Several customers wait in queue as two employees work tills at opposite ends of the counter. You don’t know whether you should join the wait or go ahead and let them know that you’re there to see Thor for an interview. That was his name, right? 

You look at your phone again. You have time. You wouldn’t want to be rude. You adjust your bag and stand at the end of the line. The women ahead of you marvel at the pristine mini white chocolate cakes with dark candied cherries on top as another whispers about cheesecake being devilish. Your own eyes wander gluttonously to the assortment. 

You peel away your gaze and look down at yourself. You put together the best you could; a striped blouse, navy blue on white, and a pair of straight-legged pants. They’re a bit outdated but professional at a glance. You hope no one notices the scuff on your right toe. 

You get to the front of the line and step up. The young girl behind the till asks what you’d like. You give an apologetic smile, “um, actually, I’ve got an interview.” 

“Ah, yes, another one for Thor,” she chimes, “well, you just come with me.” 

She’s young. Still a teenager. Her and the other cashier look to be barely graduated if that. 

She walks toward the end of the counter and she beckons you over, “I’m Thrud,” she pulls back the short little door for you to step through, “that’s Nari,” she gestures to the dark-haired worker at the other till. He’s too busy taking orders to notice. 

You introduce yourself as she takes you around to a doorway, “I think he’s just doing these in the kitchen. Last one ended early so...” she talks brightly as she bounds ahead of you like a happy puppy, “dad?” She calls as she enters the large kitchen. “Dad? I’ve got the next appointment.” 

Your anxiety spikes. You’re not the first or the last. The competition deflates your hopes even further. 

“Eh?” A deep grunt comes as head pops up from the other side of the large marble island. The man is so large his head hits one of the pans dangling from the ceiling rack. He rubs his brow and hisses, “sorry, I was just looking for my pen.” 

Thrud laughs as she crosses her arms. You notice the golden pen tucked behind his ear. She raises a hand, keeping her other arm folded, as she taps her temple. His brows arch and he feels around his wave locks and fishes out the pen. 

“Right,” he gives a sheepish look and wiggles it in triumph. 

“Anyhoo,” Thrud trills, “this is her.” 

“Thank you, Thrud,” he drones back. 

“Mhmm,” she turns and smiles at you again before she goes. 

“Uh,” you hesitate, unsure how to begin, “er,” you introduce yourself, once more “I have a resume on hand--” 

“No need,” he waves you off, “come, I try to keep these things straight to the point.” 

You near him and rest your hand on your bag, chewing your lip. 

“Wash your hands,” he directs you towards the sink, “you may put your things there.” He points to the empty counter on the other side of the deep metal sink. You put your bag there and scour your hands deliberately, taking your time as you scrub nails, knuckles, palms, every bit. You dry off on the towel he offers as you face him. 

“Here,” he gives you and apron, “would want you to make a mess. 

You tie on the apron as he turns and grabs a tray. There are half a dozen cookies on the sheet, some empty piping bags, nozzles, a bowl of icing and small tubes of food dye. You look between him and the cookies. 

“You may choose the design. You will decorate and I will ask questions, does that work for you?” 

“Um, sure,” you answer. It’s unexpected. “All six?” 

“All six,” he confirms and crosses his arms, making himself even broader. He is not only tall, but wide, and his apron does little to conceal his indulgence in sweets that gathers around his middle. 

“Okay,” you accept the challenge meekly. 

You step up to the marble island and take a moment. You twiddle your fingers nervously as you think. You don’t know what to do. You don’t want to go to simple. 

“Take your time, I’ll ask some questions and you can begin whenever you’re ready,” he assures, “so, you’re availability, it is flexibly? Our open ours are eight to six, but you are available on weekends?” 

“Yes,” you say as you set an idea in your head and read for the icing. You stir it with the wooden spoon, testing its consistency. “I have open availability most days.” 

“Most days?” He echoes. 

“Um, yes, I may have an appointment now and again.” 

“Oh, appointment?” 

“For my sister,” you explain, “but it wouldn’t get in the way, I'm sure.” 

You cringe. You’re already making yourself feel bad. 

“And so, you’ve had one previous role, what was included in that?” he asks. 

Only one... that can’t be good on paper. 

“I worked at a cafe. I was a barista for the first two years, then I was promoted to baker, and ended as assistant manager at the branch,” you explain as you fill one of the piping pages and fit the appropriate tip, “but I completed by culinary diploma while I was there.” 

“And after? What did you do? I see you’ve been out of work.” 

You’re quite as you lean over the cookies and start on the first one. Your idea is simple in premise but not in execution. Delaney loves to do cross-stitches, so that’s what you’ll do. First, the white grid and the lacing along the edges, then you’ll fill in the squares with all different colours to make the illusion of stitches. 

“I’ve been a caretaker to my sister,” you say quietly, “we only just moved here last year so I haven’t found much.” 

“And you would be able to work fulltime?” He asks. 

“Yes, she’s... she’s doing better now. I can do it,” you assure him as you keep your eyes on your precise lines. 

He’s quiet. You’re sweating. You just concentrate on the work. Maybe your answers aren’t the best but you hope your work is. You finish the crosshatching and look up. You find him watching your hands intently. As you pause, his blue eyes meet yours. He gives a smile. 

“Ha,” he scoffs, “my hands are too big.” He shows his thick fingers, “I can’t quiet get my lines that tight.” 

You nod and bow your head again. You’re not even done the first cookie. You have six to prove yourself. Six cookies to seal your fate. 

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Favourite Colour - Just Us Chapter 12

Warnings: Lil angst with overthinking but mostly fluff.

Word Count: 2191

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"Can I get you ladies anything else?" We both turn to look up at Loki who has one of his mischievous smiles planted on his face. What is that man planning? 

"I'm all good, thank you Loki. Wanda?" I turn to look at her as she shakes her head lightly. 

"I'm all done. Just the bill please Loki." He nods his head spinning on his heels to grab the receipt and card machine. 

"Which one of you lovely ladies is paying?" Loki places the receipt in front of us so we can both look at it. 

"I will." Wanda fishes through her bag looking at me as she pulls out her purse. "If that's okay with you y/n. I mean this was my idea to come here, so I just thought I should be the one to pay."

"It's okay princess. You can pay. You don't have to ask my permission to treat me to coffee." 

"Okay." She puts her card I'm the machine as Loki looks between us, raising his eyebrows at the interaction.

"Oh y/n before I forget. How's the back?" I choke on air. What a fucking dick. I love Loki, don't get me wrong, but sometimes he is too mischievous for his own good.

"It's fine." I grumble earning a raised eyebrow from both Wanda and him, but ignore the looks as I stand to get my overcoat back on. "Are you ready to go Wanda?" 

Her brows knit together slightly, before she relaxes and simply nods her head. Her eyes flick between me and Loki. Before she can ask any questions, large bounding footsteps can be heard making their way over to us. I see the blonde man smiling fondly towards me and Wanda, giving Loki a disapproving look as he gives him a smack around the back of the head. I stifle a laugh at Loki's wince, as he rubs the back of his head trying to soothe the pain. 

"Of so soon Lady Maximoff?" He gives the older woman a gentle hug, which she reciprocates fondly. 

"I am indeed. This date isn't over, so we are off for a walk." Wanda makes her way to me, grabbing my hand gently to start leading me out of the café.

"Will I be seeing you soon Lady Y/n?" I turn to face Thor as I answer.

"You will indeed be Thor. It was nice to see you after so long. You too Loki." He waves his hand dismissively at me still grumbling about how hard his brother hit him, but Thor smiles happily.

"Well don't wait too long. 2 years is far too long surely." I swallow the lump in my throat trying to hide my emotions and clear my throat slightly.

"2 years is too long. Maybe we make this a weekly thing once again."

"That would be nice." I turn back to look at Wanda, who has a fond smile on her face.

"Goodbye Thor."

"Bye Lady Y/n. Lady Maximoff." He turns to our table to start clearing it.

"Goodbye Loki." 

"Yeah, yeah. Goodbye y/n." He doesn't look at me as he disappears into the back of the office, and I am getting dragged out of there by Wanda.

We start walking down the sidewalk, heading to the small park that's a few blocks away. Our hands, holding one another, are swinging lazily between our bodies as Wanda practically bounces on her feet enjoying every moment so far. She walks in front of me a few paces, then turns her body to face me so she is walking backwards. Luckily, the sidewalk is empty so she doesn't have to concentrate on what's behind her. Just what's in front. Which is me.

"I would say I'm glad you get along with some of my friends, but seeing as you are already friends with them it sort of defeats the object." She laughs out a little before scanning my face with her eyes. "Well there was a bit of tension between you and Loki. What's that about?" 

I nearly come to a stop at her question but manage to keep my feet moving along the floor as I think of how best to answer her. I can feel her gaze on me, waiting. She's not pushing, that's good. However, I'm not going to tell her the whole truth, that is a lot of baggage. That she doesn't need. It's not lying right? No it's just not telling the whole truth? Like not finishing a story. Or just missing a chapter....or 20. So no it's not a lie, really.

"Something happened a few years ago. Some people ended up getting hurt. He blamed me for the longest time, but since the truth got out he has tried everything to make it up to me. We are on good terms, but sometimes he says something that just sort of brings up all the bad shit he said." Wanda stops in her tracks.

Oh shit. I've said too much haven't I. I know I should have never said anything. I should have point blank lied and said it was nothing. Or I should have made something up on the spot, anything but what I just did. I've ruined this already, and it's only the first date. Fucking shit. I feel a pair of arms wrap around my torso, a head resting on my chest as the hands of the hugger move up and down my back in a calming motion. 

"Before you lose yourself to the inner turmoil, you haven't scared me away. By the sounds of it this goes much deeper than what you're saying, but it is not my place to ask. We are basically strangers, so I get that you wouldn't trust anyone one hundred percent with whatever is eating at you. But please know, I'm still here." How does she do that?

"How do you do that?" She tilts her head in question. "It's like you can read my mind, because that's pretty much what I was thinking."

"I just know how to read people I guess." She shrugs her shoulders lazily, then I think back to what she was saying about trust.

"But you trusted me with the information about your brother, so surely I should be able to trust you with this." She moves her hands onto my cheeks pulling my face down slightly so I can see her. 

"No, not at all. We all have baggage and we all have demons. This is a first date. I opened up about my brother, because I felt like I could without breaking and without you walking on eggshells. But whatever this is with you, do not force it." Okay I seem to forget that she is 11 years older than me, so of course she has all this wisdom about her.

"You are very wise for your age, you know that." Wanda beems up at me.

"Well I do have 11 years on you, got to show it somehow." I laugh loudly, covering my mouth so I'm not laughing in her face.

"Surely the fact that I'm only 8 years older than your children shows that too." Wanda scoffs, rolling her eyes and hits my arm playfully. 

"You know. This was going well. Until you just basically called me old and yourself a child." She stands on her tiptoes to give my lips a quick peck, I smile at the action. "Now let's keep walking. No more deep conversation, how about some icebreakers or something?" 

We both continue to walk, Wanda back at my side as she snuggles into me a little bit resting her head against my arm that is trapped between our bodies, as her hand holds mine. 

"Oh yeah. What sort of ice breakers are you thinking of?" 

"Just simple questions. You know those cliché sort of things that make you cringe a little." I nod my head in understanding. 

"Oh so like...what's your favourite color?"

"Yes and red."

"Of course it is." 

"What do you mean, of course it is?" She questions, mimicking me.

"I mean when I met you I could tell. I mean you had only this very sexy red dress that did wonders for you, you have your red hair. You also like the color of my car today, which is..." 

"Red. Okay I see it now. Thank you for the compliment, it was greatly appreciated. I nearly didn't wear that dress, I nearly went for a simple black one. Glad I wore it now." She squeezes my hand in hers and lets out a small breathy laugh before she continues. "Okay so what's your favourite color?" 

"That's easy. It's like this golden, yellow, amber color you get. Not really sure of its true name, but it's like the color you can find a wolf's eyes. You know what color I am aiming for?" 

"I do. I thought you were going to say green or something." 

"Why? Because of your eyes." She looks up at me as I wiggle my eyebrows, one of her eyebrows arch as a small smirk covers her face.

"Yes, exactly that." We both laugh. 

Finally making it to the park, Wanda ends up pulling me to a bench from where you can see everything. The young children climbing on the frames, going down slides even just running around as their parents watch them with a close eye while talking to each other. Or the people who have chosen to sit on the grass, to have a picnic, a nice spread of food laid out in front of them on the blanket as they bask in the sun that's fighting through the clouds. There are a few dog walkers who pass each other, giving a small nod to one another in acknowledgement and allowing their dogs to sniff one another. Another one is on the grass chasing after a Frisbee that's being thrown about, before it drops it in turn for chasing its own tail. A small voice next to me pulls me out of my thoughts. 

"Sorry Wanda, what did you say?" I turn to see she is already looking at me.

"Your eyes, they are really beautiful in this light. It may not be bright out but I can still see how different they are from each other." I see her eyes look between mine separately as she takes them in.

"Got a new favourite color now?" She laughs as she turns to look at our surroundings, before turning her body to look right at me.

"No, because yours are two different colors. Can't have more than one favourite now can I otherwise it wouldn't be called favourite color. Single." 

"Hmm, fine. You don't like my eye color, I get it." I say sarcastically. 

"Now that's not what I said. I said they are beautiful. I mean I could get lost in them."

"Now look at who's being cliché. But go on. I like the attention. What color would you say they were today?" 

"What do you mean today?" She continues to look in my eyes, she hasn't broken contact since looking back at them.

"Well they appear in different shades or something in different light."

"Oh, well that makes sense. So today. Your left one is this beautiful pastel blue, almost light grey I could call it. It's quite light and there are no flecks of other colors, just the blue/grey situation. Your other one, is this amazing pastel amber/yellow. I mean, the sun is trying to come out today so I'm sure it's normally very bright and full of color, but today it's like a nice calming amber. I could just stare at that all day." She decides that all day doesn't last very long, and she shuffles closer to me snuggling into my body as she rests against me. "It's called heterochromia, right?" 

"It is. A lot of people stare or question if it's contacts when they first see it."

"Well I was too lust filled on Friday to actually take them in, and then yesterday I guessed they were either contacts or real."

"You didn't ask about them?" I kiss the crown of her head, as she shakes it gently. 

"No I thought you get questioned all the time and we're probably bored of the questioning so didn't say anything. Just quietly admired them."

"That's cute."

"Mmm. You're cute." A small laugh escapes my lips as I look down at her, she moves her head to look at me. Puckering her lips, I roll my eyes as I lean down to peck them a few times. 

I sit back against the bench, bringing my arm around the back of it gently resting my hand on Wanda's shoulder pulling her closer against my body. Wanda Shuffled her body as close as she could get, her head resting on my shoulder and her legs crossed next to mine: our knees touching. Her left hand rested on my right leg, mine holding onto it intertwining her fingers while her other hand fiddled with the rings that we wore.

"This is nice."

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[gu1lty-as-sin]

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about me

you can call me juno or astraea

im a cancer sun, libra moon and sagittarius rising

my pronouns are they/she (and my pronoun page is here)

i'm a proud bisexual (i am very sapphic lol)

im taken (you can hear about my love via the “them tag <33")

i am a minor (i won't immediately block people 18+ but if you're creepy i will <3)

australian!! also a bunch of different places, none really interesting

this blog is for me to dump thoughts, interact with people and just have a good time :)

i play the drums and im currently in two bands! i also love playing guitar and one of my 2024 goals is to get better at playing!!

currently listening -> 🍁☕️🎸 nyc

currently reading -> the odyssey translated by emily wilson

currently watching -> doctor who and rewatching gilmore girls

things i like

i love: literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), fruit flavoured drinks, flared pants, converse, dark red, nail polish, eyeliner, burgundy lipgloss, tank tops, tote bags, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house (im there rn i love it), spring+winter, very specific shades of pink and green, black <3, folklore and 1989 girl, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, picking silly little outfits,

books: osemanverse, the hunger games, books by rhiannon wilde, tim te maro's subterranean heartsick blues, all the best liars, books by octavia butler (specifically parable of the sower and parable of the talents), the last true poets of the sea, acotar, the weight of the stars, the seven husbands of evelyn hugo, the picture of dorian grey, house of hollow, howls moving castle, harry potter (mainly marauders, FUCK JKR), i kissed shara wheeler, red white and royal blue, song of achilles

movies + tv shows: dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off, she ra

musicians/bands: boygenius, taylor swift, lovejoy, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrienne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones (getting into them just a little), maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy

my favourite colours are black, dark red, burgundy, denim blue, sage green, soft pink, glaucous blue, golden yellow (i love colour theory so all colours are beautiful in their own context but here are my favs to wear/see)

i really want to get into more poetry so if you have any recs lmk!!

i have recently begun practising some very simple witchcraft, so feel free to talk to me about that and i would love to learn more!!

i love learning about astrology and use my birth chart frequently

i write very, very infrequently and think of more stories than i even start to plot lmao.

i draw way more than i write and will occasionally post some!! its not good by any means but its fun ig

talk to me + dni

my asks and dms are open!! feel free to talk to me about anything and everything!! i love talking!!

i love my mutuals so much so if ur my mutual *looks you dead in your eyes* i love you

my discord is the same @ as here, i literally just got it today so idrk how it works but feel free to add me there <33 but please lmk if you do if your username is different

if we’re very close you can ask for my insta!!

i rarely follow people without an intro post/descriptive enough bio (with name, age group, pronouns) so if you want to be mutuals please have one!! if not just shoot me an ask about who you are and what you like so we can be friends <33

dni: rude, racist, homophobic, transphobic, zionist, terfs, sexist, ableist, antisemitic people

tags

#juno.txt -> ramblings, original posts

#asks -> asks ive answered

#ask bait -> hehehe send me asks <3

#tag games -> tag games ive participated in

#beautiful mutuals -> interactions with my beautiful mutuals!

#spotify -> my music obsession dw im fine fhdklfhdal

#them tag <33 -> posts that remind me of my wonderful bf <3

links + sideblogs

spotify

pinterest

@likeasugarcubeinateacup -> my notes app poetry

@slowrotburiedinthepark -> a random sideblog i post art and occasional web weaving on

@stabbingstarsthroughmyback -> my writing sideblog (ask me about my wip!!)

stunning dividers by @chachachannah :))

here is a totally beautiful and amazing moodboard by @svnflowermoon that always makes me so fhadkfhakd

last updated: jan 19th 2024

#intro post #Spotify #juno.txt #asks #ask bait #tag games #beautiful mutuals #pinned post #them tag <33

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 6) —

Warnings: fluff, alcohol consumption

Prompt: Singing one another to sleep

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: idk, late submission

@flufftober || flufftober masterlist

You tossed and turned, unable to get the thoughts to shut off and the sounds of the whispers and hushed voices out of your ears. The longer you tried to cut the world from you, the more prominent the world became. The blasted honks and car tires screeching against the road while sirens turned on and off in the distance. Low chatters and loud music from the floor below didn’t help the situation either.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s head peeked through the door, eyes bloodshot and a goofy grin on his face. His cheeks were blushed a bright pink colour and his blue eyes were dazed. He must have gotten into Thor’s Asgardian liquor.

Leaning up on your elbows and looking at him carefully, you could see that he had ditched his black blazer somewhere in the party. The sleeves of his light grey shirt were rolled up over his elbow and his metal arm glinted in the dim lighting as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

“I knew you weren’t asleep, baby,” he mumbled out, dropping down beside you on your bed and toeing off his shoes. Usually you would have stopped him at the door for his shoes to be placed in the rack beside the door, but he was too fast tonight. The shoes dropped to the ground with a sweep of his leg, murmuring, “You can scold me later for putting my shoes on our bed.”

“My bed,” you said, feeling his arms snake around your torso and nose nuzzle your neck as he pulled you close.

“Really? I thought I asked you to move in with me.” The smell of alcohol mixed into his cologne was making you light headed.

His words were sweet and kind, but not true. In the year you two had been together, Bucky was reluctant to touch you, let alone sleep with you. The first time he slept with you, nothing but sleep, he was stiff as a board on the other side of the bed. You had woken up to cold sheets and Bucky awake and sitting on your couch. The third time, he had actually slept through the night with you.

Six months into your relationship, he gave you your first hug, an embraced that lasted about three seconds, but it was longer than anything he had ever given you. Eight months in and he had been the one to ask to cuddle during the weekly movie nights you two were obligated to share. But he had never let anything go further and you two had yet to be together intimately.

You were fine with that, already knowing what he had gone through and what his boundaries were. You expected them to be there. You accepted the fact they were there.

“No, we haven’t moved in together, Bucky,” you whispered when he kissed your neck. Kisses were a frequent occurrence in the past few weeks or so. He kissed you again and lingered to mumble against your skin.

“Damn.” He paused, lowering his voice even more. “Thought I asked you to marry me.”

The words struck a cord in you and you pushed Bucky away slightly. You sat up and looked at him, agape and flustered. His eyes were on you, bottom lip pushing out to pout.

“Wanna cuddle with you, baby,” he slurred, wrapping his arms around your middle and placing his head in your lap. “Sing to me, please. You’re so talented and beautiful. I hear you singing in the shower.”

Your face heated up and you felt his arms tighten around you again.

“Y/N, please,” he whined.

“Okay, okay,” you whispered breathlessly.

I fall in love with you a little bit more

Little bit, little bit, a little bit more

Every time I think I've lost my way

I fall in love with you a little bit more

Little bit, a little bit more than before

Even on the days I'm not so sure

I fall in love with you a little bit more

When his light snores filled the room, you let your body relax and fall against the mattress. Tomorrow you would talk to Bucky about tonight and tomorrow Bucky would tell you he was telling you the truth. He would show you the ring in his pocket and the ring would settle on your finger. But tonight you slept with him.

#mcu #flufftober 2023 #bucky barnes x reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu x reader #marvel #mcu x y/n #mcu x you #marvel mcu #avenger x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #james barnes x y/n #james barnes x you #james barnes x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #james barnes #james barnes #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes

[infernalodie]

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐚 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘮𝘮 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦“

Inspo: Billie Eilish - Billie Bossa Nova

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Summary: No one can truly resist their truest desires.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, pet names, spit kink, sub!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!reader, and maybe a tiny bit of fluff at the end.

Words 1639

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Banished from Asgard, you had been forced to live a needless life in Midgard. It had been Odin’s way of punishing you for going against his and Hela’s words. So, you had been faced with the punishment of living out your days on Earth, where everything just seemed less than everything back home.

And it took centuries before anything eventful happened. The emergence of the Avengers occurred with a very familiar face within the group.

Thor did not know who you were, but he knew by the wings attached to your back that you were one of the greatest Valkyries to ever live. The one his father told him stories about and how you had been able to wipe out an army with a single strike. Although it may have been exaggerated, it had gotten you a new breath of fresh air and an inning with the Avengers.

See, you were a hybrid from the rest of the Valkyries. One in a million chance of occurring. You had been born with wings. So, as much as Odin didn’t want to admit it, banishing you had been his greatest loss. But Thor had expressed how much your strength and abilities would be an asset to them. Everyone had agreed and welcomed you in with open arms.

But one woman had a rope around your heart and it had been Natasha Romanoff. Her hair was the colour of Musphelheim and her eyes were green like Helheim. And her beauty met no bounds at how alluring she could be. Maybe it had been your depravity of seeing women or touching one for ages, but you couldn’t help yourself from becoming attached.

Every advancement you made on her was denied narrowly by the woman avoiding your hands. Or the times you had snaked your arms around her waist, pulling her flush to your chest and using your wings to cover the both of you. It never last long because she grabbed one of the feathers and plucked them off, causing you to let go of her.

She was an interesting woman that you couldn’t get enough of. Her flushed features when you towered over her by two feet and how she shivered in your touch. It was enough to be willing to keep playing this cat and mouse game with the little spider.

Tonight though, you had exited your room and made your way to the main lounge of Avengers Tower. Entering, you found Natasha sitting on the couch alone watching TV. You moved silently to grab yourself some water, chugging that down before making your way to the ethereal woman.

Carefully lifting yourself onto the back of the couch, you placed your hands over her eyes. Leaning down for your hot breath to fan the shell of her ear. “Hi, little spider.”

For the first time, Natasha didn’t abruptly move away. She merely gasped. Staying still as ever with her breathing suddenly becoming erratic. An open-lipped smirk crossed over your face with your tongue poking against your canine. So sensitive to touch. Such a sweet little spider for you.

Shimming her forward, you slid between her and the back of the couch. The cushioning comforted you as your arms snaked around her torso. The placement right beneath her breasts that were covered by a lousy sports bra. You gently pushed up, hearing her let out cute little noise.

“Sensitive little thing, aren’t ya?” You murmured, palms pressing to her stomach. You enjoyed the way she shivered and involuntarily leaned into your front. Hoping to find more warmth that could surround her.

But Natasha tried to regain her barrings, focusing on the TV. Except, you proved it to be a challenge when your fingertips gently traced shapes into her stomach. “You are persistent, Y/n.”

Her eyes fluttered shut when your tongue pressed to her left shoulder blade and slowly began to go up. The wet sensation only caused goosebumps to rise from her flesh as you went up her neck, and then to her ear where you flicked her earlobe. A hum vibrated from deep inside your chest as you breathlessly chuckled in her ear.

“Only for the ones that deserve my attention, spider.”

Natasha bit down, hard, on her bottom lip as you began to toy with the knot on the front of her sweatpants. “But I was beginning to wonder when you would give, Nat,” you began. “I thought you would continue running like you were so innocent to the acts that I had in mind. But, your just a dirty little whore, aren’t you?”

You breached the hem of her sweatpants, fingers coming into no contact with underwear. A hearty chuckle fell from your lips, causing Natasha to whimper. “It’s like you were waiting for me, spider. Is this all for me, darling?” You inquired, fingers diving through her folds and becoming drenched.

There was no way she could deny that she had been hoping you would find her like this one of these nights. She knew you were a night owl and preferred night to day. Maybe it was because you liked the safety net of not being seen when you flew around New York. Or you might’ve just hated the sun. Whatever it was, she had been waiting at night for you some time to come out and finally do something with no one else around.

For months you had been playing with her, chipping away her being until finally reached the part you sought. It’d been working her up and she needed to find some way to get over it. So, tonight, she had no problem fingering herself, but you managed to ambush her. Thankfully not seeing how wet her fingers were.

Suddenly, she felt a hand gently cup her jaw and force her to look up. Finding your upside-down image smiling down at her. “I was thinking about you,” she confessed shamefully, face heating up and turning beat red. She closed her eyes when she found your smile to grow.

You tilted your head, thumb forcing her lips to part. Slowly, you let a drool of spit fall on her tongue before closing her jaw. She swallowed without question, eyes reopening to see a light shade of pain adorning your cheeks.

Letting her go, you continued to allow your fingers to softly rub through her folds. Loving the sweet little noises that came from the former assassin. It amused you. How someone can be so feared but so malleable in your hands? Like your own little toy.

“Y-Y/n - Please!” She whined, leaning her head back and pressing her lips to your neck.

“Since you were so polite,” you paused. “I guess I can be kind enough to give you everything you want.”

Slowly, your first finger pushed through her drenched entrance. You fell short of breath when you felt her plush walls squeeze around your digit. Her body erupted in sweats from the pleasure finally given to her. She was a blessed sight to behold. Better than anything back in your homeworld.

Natasha’s body tensed from the intrusion, about to clamp her legs shut, but you lifted your feet and blocked them from closing. A whine fell from the woman’s lips as her hands grabbed at your sweatpants. Grabbing handfuls as you slowly thrust your finger into her. And slowly, you moved another one inside.

Her pussy swallowed it without question. Not only is she obedient, but her pussy was as well… Huh.

“Such cute noises,” you whispered. “I wanna hear these for the rest of my days, spider.”

“P-Please, go faster. I need you!” She begged helplessly, hips attempting to move forward and create a new pace that would sedate the hunger inside of her.

But from the rope she had around your heart, you felt like you had no choice but to listen to her command. Your fingers fucked her ruthlessly as you listened to the beautiful moans that fell from her lips. Hearing your name slip out like prayers for a god.

Your other hand slithered up and grasped her breasts. Her entire body reacted with her back arching as you gently squeezed and needed at the flesh whilst you laid kisses along her jaw. Eyes seeing her up close features and seeing how her face was scorched red and beads of sweat rolling down her temple.

She’d been needing this as much as you have.

And gradually, you whittled her down to a whimpering and crying mess. Tears stained her cheeks adorably as she begged you to never stop, even though her legs were twitching with an oncoming orgasm. So, you fucked her harder with your fingers, curling them and pressing them to her velvet walls.

Until finally, she came. You watched her with a smirk as her body arched and shake with the earth-shattering orgasm. Her eyes rolled back as her legs fought to shut, but you allowed your fingers to continue pounding into her without remorse.

Soon enough, she was panting and left on the couch, half-awake as you stood above her. Your large figure casts a show over her and your wings block out the TV’s light. Her flushed features and twitching legs made your heart swell. A grin formed on your lips as you sat down on the edge of the couch, hearing her soft snores slip out.

Even now, in this exhausted state, she looked heavenly. A sacred piece in Odin’s treasury. She was the most sacred of them all and you would do anything to protect her. You couldn’t think of life if you hadn’t met your little spider.

“My little spider.” You leaned down, wings curling around the two of you as you moved her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“Come to me when you need.”

#natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel x fem!reader

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

OUT OF ALL THE TIME LINES prt 2

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (comming soon)

Chapter 4: -

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

"Avengers We need your help."

The whole room was quiet, someone they would not expect to see even after everything they'd experienced.

You froze to sight you pray to see every night but not like this.

"HANDS UP"

"PLEASE, AVENGERS WE NEED YOUR HELP."

"Loki....." Thor muttered out.

The room was silent again. Everyone had their weapons pointed to the good of mischief. He had a woman in his hands dying with every breath she took and another man with silver hair was clinging to his shoulder that looked like he took a really bad beating.

"Loki? I thought Loki was yuh know. " Scott continued with a chocking. Yelena shoved his stomach signing to shut up. "OOF , I'm sorry it was just a thought."

You couldn't hear anything, you could barely breathe.

"Y/N"

"Y/N"

"She doesn't know who you are dude, now put the chick and the dude down," Sam says pointing his wings at him. "And tell us who you really are."

"I am who I say I am. I may not be the Loki you know but I am a Loki from a different universe, another timeline. I am not the Loki you have...." Loki looks at Thor then you. "Lost."

"Friday check for his, their signatures," Bucky shouted. "On it." the robot replied.

Silence again, frozen again. You look at his face it's just like his, with shorter hair, and more lines, from what looked like stress. He looks just like him.

Tears were forming in your eyes. That night he died. He had the same look of fear in his eyes the night he died.

"Y/N please believe me."

"Y/N your territory what's your call." Bucky looked at you, who were on the verge of crying. Thor noticed how hooked you were and finally said. "Y/N. It's not him. but ... he might be telling the truth."

His voice comforted you and finally snapped you back.

"When did you give me my sword?." You finally said testing the man who stood in front of you.

"What?! My friends are dying and you concerned wit-"

"Do you wish to save them? Tell me, when did you give me my sword. If it is truly you." You sternly said.

"Do you truly think-"

"Answer the question man." Scott pointed.

"Answer. The. Question." Your voice started to break.

"It's a trick question. " Everyone in the room was confused except for Thor who chuckled slightly. "Heimdall gave it to you and it was on the day you became general. I gave you the dagger you hold in your hand. I made the colour of the sleeve wrap to matches your eyes. "

You tighten the grip around your dagger as you let out a strong breath, "Bring the injured to the med bay and bring him to the interrogation room." Everyone was in shock with your composure.

You noticed the girl he was holding struggling to breathe even more as the white haired mans head gash started to bleed more. You also noticed no one was doing what you ordered them to "MOVE.."

Everyone rushed to their aid and Sam and Peter brought (dragged) Loki after a hard struggle and hard eye contact between you two finally dissapeared into the corner.

You finally gasped for air and dropped to your knees as Thor catched you and Bucky came to you aid.

"He's alive again, it's like Ragnarok all over again. Then when I fall in love he's gonna die again and his blood will be on my hands."

"His death is not on your hands. Non of his deaths were on your hands" Thor comforted you as he rubbed your back. Bucky assisted you up as you wrapped around your arms and plopped yourself on the couch. "James, darling I need time alone with Thor."

"Anything Doll, I'll check on our .... guest..." He kissed you cheek and walked away.

"Could it be him."

"He's not our Loki y/n, look at him it is the small features he may live the same timeline to a certain extent but he is not the Loki you fell inlove with. Not the same Loki who saved you from Thanos, not the one who changed on that ship." Thor stated as he hugged you tight. "But I do think if anyone should talk to him it should be you..."

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"ARE YOU INSANE. NO FUCK NO."

"We must try Barnes, Y/N is the only one who knows Loki like the back of her hand. She is the only one he seems to trust at the moment."

"Or the imposter in there might be a Loki Varius or whatvever he said, and trick her and hurt her."

"Boys."

"Y/n is completely capable of defending herself she is a Asgardian General. Compared to you. She surpasses you strength, speed agility-

"Boys..."

"I don't care if she could kill me in 1 stare, I'd still be protecting her which was very clear in the battle of Wakanda something you COULDN'T DO-

"How dare your simple midgardian mind challenge I, you will never be able to protect Y/N as I did in her previous battles and wars for lasting centuries. You weak mortal." Thor tauntingly poked Buckys head making him stumble slightly.

"Oh you better take you finger out of my face." Bucky pointed back at him more intensely

"How dare you point your finger to the god of thunder ."

"Boys. Enough " Wanda used her magic to gain their attention "Have both of you ever took the time and asked what Y/N wants?" she then pointed to you.

"Y/N." Bucky sighed

Crossing your arms you looked at Loki with a pale expression "I'm ready."

"No ones forcing you to be ready at this moment." Bucky gentley placed his metal arm on your shoulder

"We can't risk whatever he is saying to be true or not. All we know is that we have a man beaten to an inch of death and a girl whos been stabbed by an Asgardian relic dagger." You looked at Thor with daggering eyes.

"Wait are you certain. I didn't-"

"Ivars dark matter Dagger, a god killing weapon." You starred at Loki through the glass. You finally stormed out of the room and faced the door leading to Loki. You opened the door for Loki to stand up frantically "Finally Y/N please you have to listen to me."

"Please Loki sit down." You raise your hand.

"Y/N nonono you have to-

"We have to talk like normal beings. Sit. " You showed the chair. Loki sighs and finally sits down. "A man once told me a calm storm is more tamable and weaponized-

"Than a rough and frantic one I know, father will never let that go especially on Thor." Loki rolled his eyes and finally landed on you. You smiled and he giggled.

"So, you look frantic..." You leaned forward folding your arms together. Loki crossed his arms tense covering any and all of the scars he could. You used your magic to heal any clean and open wound and heal the small cuts that were visible to your vision. "You need to understand with how you look and the knowledge we have of your status, we have..... questions."

"I understand." he said plainly

"So lets start with, who are you and what are you doing here." You crossed your arms and leaned back on your chair.

Loki grinned and leaned forward towards you"I am Loki of Asgard, and I am burdened wit-"

You used your magic to throw a spark at him, which made him flinch backwards. You could hear from your intercom ear Bucky and Thor Laughing while a small echo of Wanda snickering. "Ow yes I deserve that- Force of habit." Loki said rubbing his cheeck.

"Shall we try again." You expression never changed.

"I am Loki Odinson, I come from a timeline where I was captured by the TVA, the time variance authority a group of people who are organized to protect the sacred timeline during the yeear 2012. Ruled by He who remains. Right there I met Mobius who at the time worked for the Time variance authority, although to be fair at the time is uncounted because thats not how the TVA works, time doesn't run normally in the TVA there might not be a past, present or future. But catching Sylvie was one hell of a job especially trying to befriend her, Odins beard, oh Slyvie she is a variant of yours truly, oh and a variant is another verison of yourself from a completely different timeline. Sylvie planned to stop He who remains right after we truly found out everyone in the TVA are people from ruined timelines whom lives were taken from them. The timeline was destroyed at some point because He who remains decided that he infact should destroy it because he has the power to let it start from 0 but we couldn't let that happen that would mean no free will for anyone, we got into this huge battle where variants were trying to fight off Mobius and I, Mobius got hurt. Sylvie manage to pass me the Cronos bulb that could manufacture the machine to destroy the timelines that He who remains was going to use for the distruction of the timelines. But he used Ivars dagger to stop Sylvie but I manage to pull them both out but we fell into a time current when I was trying to push in the coordinates back to the TVA and ended up here, where we need to return the cronos bulb, before the timeline becomes unstable then kill He who remains before he reaches the cronos bulb to destroy all original timelines." Loki hyperventalated while slamming the table infront of you.

You look at Loki who was on the verge of tears his eyes did something you thought you will never see, beg, but that didn't stop you from looking confused at whatever he was saying before.

"You don't understand me do you, no one will. ODINS BEARD IM STUCK HERE AND NO ONE ON THIS MORTALIZED PLANET WILL HELP US, NOT THE FOOLS BEHIND THE WINDOW PANE, NOT THE WORLD NOT YOU. I WAS A FOOL TO TRUST YOU." Lokis eye glared green as the table tossed to the wall and he stood up to point to you. Loki sighed heavily against his gritted teeth and fell on his knees. You on your chair held your hand up giving a sign to Bucky and Thor to stay put.

You notice Loki was scraping against his lap and tears started falling from his eyes. You got up and knelt down to him placing your hand on his forcing him to stop scratching. "I'll have to talk to my team, but Loki believe me when I say... I trust you... I will always trust you."

Loki looked up to you eyes bloodshot red and a pained look, you smiled soflty at him pushing his hair behind his ear. "Breathe with me..." You cupped his face and stroked the cut on his cheek to heal it.

Loki held your hand on his face tight and leaned towards it. He took a breathe then looked back at your eyes. Loki leaned his head on to yours and yelled out all this rage as he let out a painful sob.You let the seconds tick, and allowed Loki to take his time. You hugged him and brought him up with you when he allowed.

As you both seperated you looked up at him as he leaned out to kiss you. Your were stunned and muffled against the kiss and shoved him off you-

Bucy kicked down the door which made you both look towards it in shock "OKAY MAN I LET YOU HUG HER AND CRY AND DO THAT FORHEAD THING BUT THIS HAS GONE TO FAR." Bucky brought his gun aiming at Lokis head. Bucky pushed Loki Against the wall. "You get your slimey Asgardian Royal ass lips off my girlfriend... you two timing- "

"BUCKY..... he couldn't have known...." You crossed your arms at your boyfriends. "LET HIM GO... PUT THE GUN DOWN."

Bucky glared at Loki while Loki stared down towards the Sergeant. "If it weren't for her your asgardian mouth is gonna taste a 9mm bullet going 2100 miles an hour."

"THOR GET HIM OFF."

"I am enjoying the show too much." Thor laughed leaning on storm breaker.

"I'll get him off." Wanda used her magic to seperate the both of them. Bucky floated while Loki was sat back on his chair. Bucky was carried out as he kicked his feet and Thor carried the table back to where it was.

"I'll let you too uh," You Look at Thor and Loki who were across eachother, " You both have alot to reconcile, good luck, I have to deal with my boyfriend." You left the room with Wanda and a struggling floating Bucky.

Thor looked back at Loki who seemed older than when he last saw him, and Loki looking at Thor who has had way more scars than he could count. Two souls where at one point in time would protect eachother by any means necassary now strangers.

"So y/n is betrothed to another man?" Loki raised an eye brow and a smirk.

"Yeah I can't do this." Thor lifted storm breaker and walked towards the door.

"Wait." Loki chuckled, "I.... what happened brother." Thor sighed and crossed his arms, "Alot"

"You know of what I ask about, your eye, your hammer... your scars there are more from the battle of niffleheim." Loki scolded.

Thor looked at his brother, " I am not interested in this "small talk" if you will excuse me."

Loki streched out his arm and used his magic to stop Thor, "Wait, I truly have missed you brother, other than Y/N none of this is fammilliar to me other than you so pleasem stay."

"My Loki will never show this kind of weakness and petyness."

"The years have changed me if you can see."

"I can, I have mourned you too much to get too attached, respect that I may not brother you as I once did. I know by the end of this time, you will leave us again." Thor said plainly. "There is no reason for me to stay. Y/N will decide if we should help you and after we do or don't we shall part ways."

"Has it been that hard."

"When I- this- this is a road I do not wish and never wish to go down unless we are in the banquet halls of Valhalla." Thor sighed, and slammed the Door behind him. Thor crunched the door handle and dropped storm breakers as he breathed in.

"It has been hard."

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"What... was that about?!?!?!?." You scolded the man infront of you who was clearly avoiding eye contact crossing his arms. "He clearly didn't know I had a boyfriend, cut him some slack."

"Yeah and what if that kiss was to stab you, double cross you, poison you or worse." Bucky scolded back. "This is Loki were talking about, the villain of the unexpected, you really wanna trust him just because he cried infront of you."

"This isn't about trust is it." You sighed.

"Ofcourse it is, if anyone laid a hand on you, and I don't care if its some kid I'll still knock their lights out." Bucky gritted through his teeth. He looked back at you who was clearly trying to stiffle back a laugh.

Bucky sighed and confessed, "Okay maybe the jealousy kicked in, but if anything happened to you in that rooom and I did nothing to help you know I would never forgive myself."

You pressed your lips pitying the sergeant and walked up to Bucky and cupped his cheeks as he dove in to kiss you. He pushed you against a wall as both of your lips danced on eachother. "Now this is the Asgardian I wanna be pinning against the wall." As he leaned back down to give you a gentle kiss which you changed to another make out session.

"If your both done, exchaning gross saliva we've got an emergency here. The blonde chick with the bad roots is not doing too well. And the stuff we have at the medbay didn't help with her ASGARDIAN BODY, which might need oh I dunno maybe AN ASGARDIAN TO HEAL HER?!?!?!." Yelena said through the speakers.

You both parted and you blushed slightly, you smiled to Bucky as he brought your hands to his lips. "Go they need you, I love you doll, I'm sorry about how I reacted."

"No I understand, I underreacted in the situation. I know how you feel."

"You should your burned a girls hand in the bar last week because they touched my metal arm."

"She had it comming."

"NOW."

"Be patient Yelena."

"I'm sorry but the girl is not dying any slower."

"Go, I'll look after Loki."

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Finally, apparently my ideas only come out when Im depressed. Hopefully I get depressed soon so I can write the next one.

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