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sserpente · 1 year ago

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A/N: I’ve been meaning to write this for so long. If you’re in the mood for some angst, you’re in the right place!

Words: 1743 Warnings: angst, poisoning

You didn’t know what hurt more. Was it the fact that the man—god—you had fallen for was on the brink of death, taking his last breaths? Or was it the very circumstance that no one but you cared?

Tony Stark had been very clear about it. He tolerated Loki only per Thor’s humble request. The God of Thunder himself was less than pleased that the Trickster was to serve his sentence on Earth of all places. It was Odin’s magic that restricted him, keeping him from causing even more mayhem after the chaos he unleashed in New York City.

They were even less delighted about him joining their self-proclaimed superhero group on missions even though Thor himself claimed that Loki’s wit and skills could prove useful.

You had nothing to say in the matter of course. If anything, you were declared crazy because you had expressed your affinity for the God of Mischief and that included Loki himself.

You couldn’t help it. The way he smirked, the way he talked, the way he sat in the corner buried in a book—one of the very few instances you ever saw him relaxed, not to mention the occurrence with the cat… oh, the cat. A stray—black and white, young, purring and dancing around Loki’s feet, desperate for his attention. And when he’d bent down to pet it and even conjured some food for it, it was the last piece of evidence you had needed to conclude that this man was not evil. Misguided, betrayed, hurt? Yes, all of those things and more. But not evil.

It was the latter. The very circumstance that no one but you cared hurt more.

Thor had left for Asgard already, seeking the advice of their healers. It was ridiculous, truly. In a life-threatening emergency like this, how could his banishment still hold any weight? He needed help.

Your enemy had been thorough, researching each and everyone’s greatest weakness. And Loki’s had proved the most fatal. Whatever the extra-terrestrial had coated their weapon in before it fired its arrow at the God of Mischief, it prevented him from healing, had him break out in a sweat and slowly lose a battle against the poison now spreading in his body.

“Loki? Can you hear me? Please stay with me. You got to stay awake, alright?” He was on the sofa, with his head placed in your lap. You stroked his forehead in an attempt to soothe him. Blue eyes found yours and you were unsure whether he wanted to tell you to stay with him or let him die in peace. You’d been singing to him too. Trying to keep him in the present, in the now.

By the time Thor finally burst back into the room, Loki’s breathing had become dangerously shallow.

“Did you tell them about the symptoms? What did they say? What’s wrong with him? How are we gonna heal him?” The questions gushed out of you like a waterfall before he’d even set his hammer down.

Thor, however, grew silent for a moment. “There… Loki was poisoned. The rat knew what he was doing. The arrow was likely infused with blood from a Memphis of Muspelheim mixed with a deadly dose of mistletoe essence.”

You put one and one together immediately. “So… you’re saying this poison was specifically made to kill a Frost Giant?”

Thor looked down. “Yes.”

“Well, did you bring the antidote then?”

“There… there is no antidote. Not on Asgard. And I fear… there is no time to search the realms. The Jötuns have spent millennia destroying every last drop of this poison. There is hardly any antidote left.”

Your heart sank. No… no! You were not going to let Loki die!

“There has to be a way. Somewhere we can…” Your lips parted. “There is somebody. Someone who has everything. You mentioned him before, you said you brought the Aether to him!”

“The Collector?”

“He has it. He must have it.”

“What, and you think he will give it to you without anything in return?” Tony said.

“I didn’t say that. I’m sure we can offer him something in return to make it worth his while.” You turned back to Thor. “Heimdall can take us there. Please, Thor. This might be our only chance.”

Perhaps you should have been surprised that the God of Thunder relented. There was no doubt he too wanted his brother to survive. The entire time you’d been preparing to leave, Thor was brooding and lost in thought. He wasn’t one for big words—but he cared and for the moment, that was good enough for you.

The Collector’s place was dimly lit, eerily quiet and… it smelled awful. You took a deep breath regardless and gave a nod to Thor to venture forth.

“An Asgardian. And… a human?” The Collector tilted his head when you stepped into view. “What an… honour. What brings you to my humble domain?”

“We need your help. We’re looking for something rare. Thor’s brother Loki is Jötun and he’s been shot with an arrow drenched in a rare poison.”

“Hmm… yes, I’m familiar.”

“There is no antidote. If… if anyone has any left, it must be you.”

“So it must be… I do indeed have this antidote you speak of.” Your face lit up but judging by the Collector’s body language—a smug and repulsive expression, truly—he was not going to give it up easily.

“Surely, your Asgardian friend has told you of how the Jötuns have ensured every last drop of this poison gets destroyed. There was a need for an antidote no longer. The bottle that I have in my collection is… an antique, almost.”

“Fine,” you spat. “What do you want in return?”

“You see… I’ve never had a human in my collection.”

Your eyes widened, lips parting to respond.

“No!” Thor roared.

“Then I am afraid we have reached a dead end.”

“She’s not an object to be collected, she’s a person!”

“Thor!” Gnashing your teeth, you turned to him and took a deep breath. “It’s fine. Just take the antidote to Loki, alright?”

“No. There has to be another way.”

“Take the damn antidote to him, Thor!”

“I cannot let you do this.”

“You can and you will. He’s your brother, Thor! And I’m…” I’m in love with him. Heavens, was that stupid? Loki didn’t even know. It was absurd, wasn’t it? To sacrifice your own life in this way to see the God of Mischief live another day?

Yes. It was. But it… it felt like the right thing to do. Loki deserved another shot. A chance to redeem himself, to show the world that he was more than he let on. And a chance to have the damn world apologise to him, too.

“Tell him… tell him to live his best life, okay? Tell him… tell him not to be too harsh on himself. To… to love himself.”

“To love himself?” Thor frowned.

“Shut up and listen. Loki hates himself, don’t you see that? He hates what he is, he hates what he’s become. He hates himself. And you all played a part in that.”

“Why would you do this… for him?”

Your lips parted. “Tell him… tell him I fell for him.” There. You’d said it. But it didn’t matter anymore whether he’d reject you, right? You’d be here, wherever here was and Loki would be back on Earth, recovering. You’d never have to face his reaction after your confession and yet, he could live with the knowledge that he was not, in fact, so terrible, that no one could love him beyond a family bond like the one he shared with Thor.

“I… fine. I will. Mark my words, I will come back for you,” he added quietly.

You nodded. Was there hope? Possibly. Possibly not. But you did not doubt for a second that your sacrifice was worth it.

You didn’t know how many days had gone by since Thor’s departure. One? Three? Ten? There was no sunlight in this place, no clocks. One of the Collector’s lackeys made sure to feed you regularly at least, other than that… you were on your own, caged in a pretty glass box until he figured out what to do with you. Unless of course… he was just going to keep you on display like this like the maniac he was.

If you didn’t know better, you would have asked him for a book. Surely he had some in his collection. It was boredom and solitude that would drive you mad sooner or later, that much you were sure of.

Every sound nearby became more interesting than the next. The cracking of the metal tiles, the flapping of wings of the caged bird opposite your own stupid box, the ruffling of clothing whenever you moved… a massive explosion forcing everything in its vicinity several feet into the air. Wait, what?

Your eyes widened and you stood. Were you under attack? Oh heavens, no, you didn’t want to be killed inside of a glass box! Would there be another explosion? What if the cage broke and you bled to death because of the shards piercing your body?

Chaos erupted, yet the Collector was nowhere to be seen. A scream escaped your lips when with a start, a figure appeared right before your cage, remnants of green shimmering light enveloping them whole. It took you a moment to realise that it was Loki.

“My… that is quite the predicament you have landed yourself in, pet.”

“I… w-what? Loki… you’re alive, you’re fine. What are you doing here?” Unable to process what was happening, you inched back when the God of Mischief broke the lock and opened the cage for you to climb out. Electricity rippled through you when he took your hand in his.

“Rescuing you, of course.” His sly smirk had you gasping for air as you leaned against him. Your knees and legs hurt from having to sit for so long.

“Thor told me what you did.”

“Did he also tell you…”

Loki nodded. Without another word, he leaned forward and stole a chaste kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

“Come. The others are waiting on the ship. And then, my dear, I shall show you the proper Asgardian way of courting a woman.”

You smiled, relief flooding your entire body as he picked you up and carried you home.

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maple-seed · 2 years ago

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The Cold-Blooded Prince

Loki x Fem!Reader

Content: Pining, Humor WARNING: A cat meets its unfortunate (but deserved) demise.

Summary: You are hopelessly infatuated with the younger prince of Asgard. He seems unaware of your existence, until you inspire him to dispatch an enemy.

Word Count: 1,715

Author's Notes: Happy Loki Eve, everyone! Thrown should be coming back next week, but in the meantime please enjoy this silly little Asgard oneshot to celebrate season two premiering tomorrow.

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The second son of Asgard was different. It was the first thing you noticed, naturally. It was seemingly the only thing anyone else noticed. Whispers constantly rippled through the court about Loki, and they were never flattering. People noted his icy demeanor. They commented on how he didn't quite seem to fit in with the rest of the royal family. Particularly, they compared him to Thor and voiced their relief that Loki was not first in line for the crown. The Cold-Blooded Prince, they called him with a wink, but of course only ever when out of earshot.

It was something you could never understand. You found Loki much more appealing of the two. He was mysterious and quiet and there was always an air of danger surrounding him. His grin was like a threat. Even when he stood at rest there was something menacing about him. As if he could attack at any moment. It was exhilarating. You seemed to be the only one who was drawn to him in this way. Once, while mingling with other ladies of the court, you had made the mistake of airing your admiration. They had been chittering on about Thor and his pleasing qualities. When you casually mentioned that you found his brother to be more handsome the conversation had come to an immediate halt. The other ladies fixed you with stares of disbelief, mixed with hints of disgust, before finding some excuse to disburse. From then on you kept your thoughts to yourself, and silently appreciated the vibrant green of his eyes, the set of his jaw, the way his body swayed when he walked. In fact, the taboo may have made him that much more enticing.

Beyond the whispers and rumors, Loki did not face much friction in the court, with one exception. A very important ambassador from Vanaheim had come to reside at the palace. Loki had no particular quarrel with the ambassador himself. However, this ambassador's greatest joy in life was a very spoiled cat. This cat, of all things, was Loki's nemesis.

It started one evening at dinner. Loki's favorite wine was being served, and the cat was allowed to saunter up and down the table, to the prince's great annoyance. The beast seemed to take notice of Loki's irritation, and stopped in front of him, looked at him directly in the eyes, then knocked a wine glass over toward his seat. Loki quickly stood with a hiss and looked to be ready to destroy the pest right there, but froze when he caught a glare from the Allfather. "Oh, ho, my precious girl is a curious one." The ambassador laughed as the cat returned to his side. "Please forgive her, your highness." Loki cast one more glance at Odin, whose stern look made it clear that a scene was not to be made, then swiftly turned away from the table and left the hall. The cat looked for all the world to be gloating. You wondered at how such blatant disrespect was tolerated.

It carried on from there. Somehow the cat seemed to sense that Loki hated it, and somehow it knew it was beyond retribution. It would swat at Loki has he passed in the halls, it seemed to purposely occupy his favorite reading nook, and on occasion it had even made its way to the library and sank its claws into tomes that Loki happened to be studying recently. Always these taunts occurred in front of witnesses, the cat was very careful not to provoke the prince when he was alone. As time went on the cat grew more brazen and Loki grew increasingly frustrated with his inability to retaliate.

Today it seemed the ambassador had brought his little darling into a council meeting. You were loitering in the adjoining hall, hoping to catch a glimpse of the prince as he left. You couldn't be sure what exactly transpired inside, but clearly the pattern of feline impertinence had continued. When the meeting ended, Loki burst through the doors, looking furious. Thor was keeping in stride beside him, trying to placate his brother.

"Loki, it is only a cat. You shouldn't let it get under your skin like this." The only response from the younger prince was a low growl. "They do not live for very long. You'll be rid of it soon enough, in the grand scheme." Thor offered.

That was all you could hear as you watched them pass. And watch them, you did. Loki was handsome even in his fury, perhaps even more so. His strides were forceful, his jaw clenched. His horns glinted in the light and muscles tensed and bulged beneath intimidating scale. You bit your lip as you imagined the power held therein. The brothers soon disappeared, and you lamented that his mood meant your glimpse was brief. You didn't leave immediately, as you didn't want to make it obvious why you had been here, but you couldn't linger for long or you might miss your afternoon appointment.

Most afternoons found you in the palace gardens, on a bench near one of the decorative ponds. You pretended to be absorbing the splendor of the garden, or enjoying the fine weather, or occasionally you pretended to read. Your true purpose, of course, was to see Loki. Every afternoon he came here to swim, and the affair was always spectacular. The way he effortlessly cut through the water, the way it rolled over his back, the wake parting behind him. It was beauty in motion. As he made his laps around the pond the ornamental fish and ducks frantically fled from his path. They recognized him for what he was: a predator.

As captivating as it was to watch him move so elegantly through the water, your favorite part came after. When he felt satisfied in this exercise he would climb out of the pond and lie in the sun. His full body stretched out on the grassy bank, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted. It felt like a sin to gaze upon him, but that didn't stop you. You might imagine yourself lying beside him, basking in the light. You would whisper your adoration and tenderly remove any stray leaves or lilies that had caught on him during his swim. You wondered what his skin felt like. Was it rough? Or deceptively smooth? You day-dreamed about trailing your fingertips across his shoulders, or down the ridges of his back. You would place a playful kiss on his nose, or perhaps several decidedly less playful along his jaw.

Eventually he would open his eyes and leave for some other business. Sometimes he would pass your bench as he left. If he ever noticed you, he gave no sign of it. Never even a glance in your direction, to your disappointment.

You passed your days like this, pining over a prince who wasn't even aware of your existence. Placing yourself where you might admire him surreptitiously. Stealing glances at banquets while pretending to share the other ladies' fascination with Thor.

One quiet evening you found your way onto one of the less-trafficked balconies of the palace. Typically this would be a place of solitude, where you could look out over the grounds and perhaps contemplate your foolishness. Sometimes you might imagine Loki joining you here. He would find you alone and you would catch his attention, strike up a conversation. In your wildest fantasies he already knew your name. Tonight, though, you weren't afforded the opportunity of dreaming about him finding you here. He was already on the balcony when you arrived.

You stopped with your breath caught in your throat. His head was tilted upward, gazing at the sky. He was even more beautiful in the moonlight. You stood transfixed by his slender profile bathed in silver. You wondered what those piercing eyes were searching for in the heavens. You finally remembered yourself, quietly cleared your throat and smoothed your dress before dipping into a curtsy. "Good evening, your highness."

He looked at you. He truly looked at you! Your eyes met, and he even gave the slightest nod of acknowledgement before he looked back to the stars. You calmly carried yourself to the stone balustrade, matching his silence though your head was swimming with joy. Quite some time passed like this, the two of you silently sharing the view while you desperately tried to find some reason for him to look at you again.

You were watching him from the corner of your eye when it happened. Possibly the only thing that could spoil your mood. The ambassador's cat came strolling out onto the balcony. The creature seemed to have an innate sense of where Loki was at all times. Loki noticed it too, and you saw him tense, his jaw clenching. The pest was so bold, confident as always that it was beyond punishment. Loki's glare did nothing to deter it on its lazy promenade. Your irritation had risen as well, but it immediately dissolved as something occurred to you. The cat knew it was protected by witnesses, but it was only you and Loki on the balcony tonight.

"It seems we have vermin in the palace." You state pointedly. Loki looks at you in surprise for a moment, before a conspiratorial glint flashes in his eyes. He then became very still, and you recognize that he is lying in wait. The cat continued its haughty approach, rubbing itself against the prince along the way. Loki's face was one of strained anticipation, waiting for his moment. Finally, the careless cat, secure in its invulnerability, stepped in front of the prince, close to his face.

In one swift motion Loki lunged and effortlessly snapped the cat up in his powerful jaws. He quickly thrashed his head side to side, his tail swinging to counterbalance, before swallowing the creature whole. It was breathtaking. The entire feat had only taken moments.

You took a breath and regained your composure, wearing a sly smile. "Very good, my lord."

Loki rumbled a satisfied clicking growl, and victoriously tossed his mighty tail once more for good measure. He lifted his scaled face to appraise you properly, and as he crawled forward to join you his ever-present grin seemed wider than usual.

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sjsmith56 · 1 year ago

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Level 42

Summary: One shot. A former guard from the Siberian HYDRA facility tells Bucky a secret that sends him back to the structure to find someone.

Length: 5.7 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Nick Fury, Thor, Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, OMC, several OFC, OCC.

Warnings: Memories of mistreatment, forced cryostasis on non-super soldiers, lost love, anger, angst, Bucky making a decision that you may or may not agree with.

Author notes: For some reason I had a bit of an earworm moment that spurred me to write this story. I heard Level 42's Something About You and kept hearing it or seeing the number 42 in weird places. So this is what came from all of those different exposures. I thought long and hard about Bucky’s decision at the end. In a sense, his former handler paid for the decisions of those before him.

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The drive to the prison wasn't a pleasant one for Bucky, as he sat in the passenger seat of Sam's truck. Even though he appeared to be tapping his fingers to the music playing from his phone, Sam could see the tension increase the closer they came to their destination. They were only going there to see someone from Bucky's past, his HYDRA past, on a request from the person. At first, when the request was initially made, Bucky said no.

"The man tormented me," he explained to Fury, who called him into his office to pass on the official request. "He was abusive verbally, physically, and mentally. I don't want to see him."

"Well, he says he has information for you and only for you," replied the director. "It could be a way to get some closure on that time in your life."

"He has nothing to say to me that I want to hear," insisted Bucky. "Nothing."

"Alright, I'll notify the prison administration that you refuse to see him."

That was a week ago. Two days ago, another request was sent to Fury, but there was an addition to it; the phrase "Level 42." When Fury said it to Bucky his face hardened, then he sat forward, boring his eyes into the man.

"Just those words?"

"Yes. What do they mean?"

Bucky sat back, his face a mask. Then he nodded.

"Alright, I'll go," he said. "But not alone. I want a witness. Sam."

He stood up to leave.

"Barnes, what does Level 42 mean?"

For a moment, Bucky hesitated, then he shook his head and walked out. Fury looked up at the ceiling.

"Friday, what does level 42 mean?"

The answer, the name of a British jazz-funk band from the 1980s meant nothing to him and considering Barnes was the Winter Soldier then, likely didn't mean anything to him, either. They got their name by taking the 42 from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, where it was said to be the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe and Everything, which was also the title to the third book in the series. As Fury read the description of the third book, he saw something that troubled him and wondered if that had anything to do with it. Leaning back in his chair he thought for a moment.

"Friday, go through the HYDRA files. Look for anything involving a truth drug called Level 42. Bookmark any other references of that term. Mark for my eyes only."

If he found anything before Bucky and Sam left, he didn't say. They got in the truck and began the long drive to the prison, driving instead of flying because Bucky wanted the time to prepare himself to see Josef Czerny, a Czech born guard for HYDRA.

"You want to talk about him?" asked Sam.

"No." Bucky's terse reply wasn't a surprise. Then he let an audible breath out as he reconsidered. "He was a guard in Siberia, a nasty one. Bigger and heavier than me, with a streak of sadism every time I was being punished for my mistakes. He was there the day I returned with the serum that I killed Howard Stark for. Wasn't in the enclosure with the five other soldiers that received it. Good thing for him as he would have been dead after they went on their killing spree. After Karpov left to avoid retribution for wasting the serum on them, he left as well. Just went AWOL. Until he was found during the roundup of people after the release of the HYDRA files, driving a delivery truck in Florida. That's all I know about him."

"What's this Level 42 he mentioned?" Bucky turned to look at Sam. "Fury mentioned it."

"I don't want to say anything until I talk to Czerny," said Bucky. "He could have said it just to get my attention. Chances are he wants to taunt me."

It was early evening when they arrived at the prison. Officially, it was after visiting hours but Fury pulled some strings so they could see the man on their arrival. Their check-in meant Bucky underwent more scrutiny after setting off the metal detectors with his arm. When Sam pointed out that Bucky didn't need weapons to wreak havoc at the prison the warden extracted a promise not to do anything violent. With a scowl that seemed to fill the room, Bucky promised, and they were escorted to the prison hospital.

"He was in a super max prison but he's in the final stages of cancer," said the warden. "A couple of weeks, maybe only days is all he has left."

Stopping in front of the door to the man's cell, he signalled to the camera to unlock it then stepped back. The lock buzzed and both Bucky and Sam stepped inside a spartan room with a hospital bed, nightstand, IV stand, and several monitors hooked up to a being who was obviously a husk of what he looked like before. His thin frame reminded Sam of the pictures of concentration camp survivors after they were discovered. What was most prominent on him were his eyes, large and hollowed out. They focused on Bucky as soon as he entered the hospital cell, then the man's lips parted in what was supposed to be a smile but there was nothing friendly about it.

"Soldat." Czerny's voice was a raspy whisper. "I knew Level 42 would get your attention."

"What do you want?" asked Bucky, his voice and presence appearing strong.

"No comment about me getting my just desserts?" The former guard cackled, then wheezed, setting off some of the alarms on his monitors. He coughed then noticed Sam. "You brought a friend? Didn't trust yourself not to kill me now that I can't fight back?"

"That was your thing," replied Bucky. "I recall many times that you kicked me hard enough to make me piss blood for a week, but I couldn't fight back. I don't kill anymore. Now, what do you want to tell me?"

The man's face changed, revealing a face full of regret and, surprisingly to Sam, acceptance. He nodded, then looked up to the window that allowed him to view a small patch of blue sky. With a shaky hand he gestured to Bucky, who brought a chair closer.

"I'm going to Hell," said Czerny. "I've already seen it, and nothing will keep me from burning for eternity. I have no excuses for how I was when I was in HYDRA other than I liked to be in power over people, especially someone like you. Tormenting you was a pleasure because I was jealous of you, jealous that even though you were the Fist of HYDRA you still fought the programming, you still tried to stay human. I lost my humanity long before I was recruited and even though I told myself I was better than you, I knew deep down I wasn't."

He stopped talking and looked up at that blue patch of sky again.

"That's it? That's all you wanted to say?"

Bucky looked disappointed, then began to stand up.

"She's alive." Czerny still looked at that patch of sky, deliberately not looking at Bucky. "They didn't kill her. Instead, they put her into cryostorage. She's still in one of the lower levels of the Siberian facility, forgotten except for a few of us who knew she was hidden there. In the drawer is a letter. Take it, find her, before it's too late."

Bucky opened the drawer of the nightstand and drew out an envelope. Although the envelope was addressed in English to Czerny, it was obvious it was written by someone whose first language wasn't English. Sam stood up, looking over Bucky's shoulder as he pulled the letter out. It was written in another language, Russian, maybe. As Bucky read it, his face changed, then he looked at the former guard.

"Why now? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Hate and pride are powerful shackles," replied Czerny. "I'm just a coward. I'm sorry."

All sorts of emotions played over Bucky's face as he put the letter back in the envelope and slipped it inside his jacket. For the longest time he looked at the dying man.

"I can't forgive you for what you did all those years," he finally said. "But if I find her then I'll hope that your end comes quickly and without pain. That's the best I can do."

"It's more than I deserve."

He nodded at Bucky then looked up at the window again, focusing on that blue patch of sky. The other two went to the door, waiting for the click of the lock to let them out.

"What's in the letter?" asked Sam, but Bucky just shook his head.

It wasn't until they were back in the truck and had driven several miles that Bucky told Sam to pull over at a roadside rest area. He got out of the vehicle and went over to a picnic table, sitting on the top portion of it with his feet on the bench seat. Taking the letter out he read it again then looked at Sam with tortured eyes.

"She was a Widow, sent for extra training with me. Her mission was as an infiltration agent; to get into the inner circle of a prominent American and take him out. It was before the Stark mission but the only thing I know for sure is that it was the 1980s. She had one of those Walkman cassette players and she listened to a lot of music by a band called Level 42. She loved the music, and I would hear it from the hallway as I approached the training room. It was permitted as being part of her cover but there were times she would repeat the lyrics to me. I had been out of cryo for some time, so I was more myself then. Some of the lyrics came to have a lot of meaning for me, for us."

"You fell in love with each other?"

Bucky nodded. "I didn't even know her name. Wasn't allowed to know so I called her Level 42." He smiled. "I liked the music, too. It was jazzy and there were times she asked me to dance, my style of dancing. She'd look at the camera that always watched us and say she had to know how to do it right for the mission, so they let us continue. Until we took it too far."

"You were caught, weren't you?"

"Yeah." He looked at the letter. "We have to find her, Sam. She made me feel human."

"Okay."

"That's it? No argument, no trying to talk some sense into me?"

"No argument," replied Sam. "She was important to you and if she was brave enough to flaunt HYDRA rules then she likely had a mind of her own."

The next day

Fury looked at both men. "Is she still alive?"

He had obviously found an answer to his question about Level 42. The letter was in Bucky's hand, but he handed it to his boss, knowing he could read Russian, even as the super soldier stated what it said.

"According to this letter the chamber is still functioning as the power is still on at the facility. But it won't be for long as the Russian government is planning to destroy it. Something about removing symbols of oppression."

"More like removing evidence of their complicity," grumbled Sam. "We can revive her, right?"

"She's not supposed to be enhanced like Rogers or Barnes was but theoretically, yes," replied the Avengers director. "I suppose you want the quinjet. Who else do you want on the mission?"

The two Avengers looked at each other. "Yelena, Thor and Clint, if he's willing," blurted Sam. "With a sorcerer contingency to transport the cryochamber here if we can't thaw her out before we have to get out of there."

"We better send Banner or Cho to provide medical treatment if anything goes wrong," added Fury. "Wheels up in two hours. I'll call Clint personally and get a sorcerer to bring him here." The two men turned to leave his office. "Barnes, wait." Bucky stopped. "You're sure that she's not enhanced."

"She wasn't when we were together," he confirmed. "Whether they gave her serum when they took her away isn't known, unless you found something."

Fury met Barnes' stern gaze with his own. "It's not clear. They may have given her something, but I don't know if it was a new form of serum. I was looking for something else in the HYDRA files but had increased the search parameters for any reference to Level 42. It mentioned her nickname. It's possible they wiped her memory."

"Understood. If she is out of control both Thor and I will be there."

He left, hurrying to catch up to Sam. Both men prepared in the locker room; Bucky changing into his tactical suit, while Sam put his inner layer of clothing on. The flying suit would go in its travelling case, and he would put it on just before they arrived. The door to the locker room opened and Clint entered.

"Well, Laura wasn't thrilled, but I needed a change of pace," he said. "What's my role?"

"Firepower and back-up pilot," said Bucky. "We're trying to rescue someone put into cryosleep involuntarily. It's possible she received a serum before she went in but it's not clear. Thor and I may have to restrain her while Sam and a doctor work on her. Yelena is also coming, because of her background as a Widow."

"Another Widow?" Clint looked from one to the other. "How long has she been frozen?"

"Since the late 1980s," said Sam. "We don't even know her name. Bucky only knew her as Level 42, like the band."

Bucky was grateful that Clint didn't say the obvious; if she wasn't given the super soldier serum her chances of survival weren't good. An hour later they were on the quinjet and in the air. He told them everything he remembered about her, and how the guard who was now dying had given him the letter about the power still being on.

"You're sure he was on the level?" asked Clint. "This isn't HYDRA trying to get you back?"

"Fury checked satellite footage of the site," said Bucky. "There has been some minimal activity there, but they look like people assessing the structure. They wore jackets with the name of a demolition company. I figured Sam could stay outside and monitor any comings and goings while the four of us enter the facility to locate her. Then we call for Sam and Banner to head down. If we can defrost her there, I would prefer that but if we have to carry the chamber out Thor and I should be able to handle it. Yelena and Clint can pilot either way."

"Why should we help her?" Yelena had barely said anything since being placed on the mission. "The Widows of that time were well indoctrinated. I should know as Dreykov always talked about them being the good years when the Widows did as they were told."

"Level 42 was permitted to listen to Western music, on a Walkman. I was to train her in more forms of physical combat, as well as in stealth manoeuvres. She pushed the limits of our working relationship, inviting me to dance with her. She openly justified it as having to know my style of dancing as part of her infiltration technique, yet I danced to 1940s music, not 1980s. Among other things, she shared the song lyrics with me, lyrics I still remember." He looked at Yelena with understanding. "Yes, most of the Widows then were hard core spies and assassins but she was different, and she made me feel human. Please, help me save her."

She made a face, but nodded in agreement, so he hugged her, surprising everyone. As the flight continued, he went over the layout of the facility from what he could remember. Hopefully, they hadn't changed anything since then. For the remainder of the flight, he sat quietly, looking at the letter. With an hour left before their arrival, they began to get ready, checking weapons, while Sam put the suit on. Bucky wore a backpack with several foil thermal blankets, as well as some heat packs whose temperature could be adjusted. He had also packed some soft clothing, sweatpants and sweatshirt, as well as some medications to strengthen the heart rate. They all confirmed their comms pieces were working. Landing just outside the entrance into the facility, they noticed there were no other vehicles nearby and the door was wide open. Still, they entered with care while Sam kept watch outside, and Bruce monitored them from inside the quinjet.

"According to the letter, she is in a storage room 10 levels down," said Bucky, as they approached a stairwell. "I have no memories of being down there, so I don't know if any defensive or protective measures are in place. Go slow, be alert, and watch your backs."

They took the stairs down, although Clint wanted to see if the elevator would work, in case they had to bring the cryo chamber up. It did, although it was slow, and the others reached the 10th level down significantly sooner than he did. The lights didn't come on automatically down there, either. Some turned on by a switch but when they didn't, they had to crack some lighting sticks, which added to the sense of sickly doom inside the corridor. Bucky could barely manage his anxiety as they carefully moved down the hallway, testing each door and opening it to check inside.

"I can smell death in here, Yasha," commented Yelena, in Russian. "There are many ghosts present."

Bucky said nothing, just stopping then staring at a door at the end of the hallway.

"There's a hum coming from that door," he stated. "It's barely audible but it could be a cryo chamber in conservation mode."

They ignored the other doors, heading straight to the one at the end. Finding it locked, Bucky kicked it open, and they saw several cryo chambers, five in all, each of them with a figure inside. The surface of the glass was so frosted over that it was difficult to tell whether each one contained a man or a woman.

"Did the letter say there were others?" asked Thor.

"No, but there should be some documentation of who they are in the file cabinets," replied Bucky, going to the first chamber and using the warmth of his right hand to melt some of the frost to look inside. "This chamber is older than the others. There's only a view hole for the face. Puts it in the 1950s or 1960s."

Yelena was at another one, looking for any sort of identification on it. "They have letter and number designations, but it is prefaced with the word Prisoner, so this one wasn't a volunteer for HYDRA."

"We should awaken all of them," said Clint, then he shrugged when the others all looked at him. "They're going to bring this place down. If we don't, they die." He pointed at the oldest chamber. "That must weigh at least a ton. I don't know if you two want to be hauling that many cylinders up. There's no way we can carry all of them in the quinjet. Might need that portal."

Bucky went down the row of chambers, clearing away the frost on each of them but not looking closely at the inhabitant, then stopped at the fourth of the five. Something caught his attention and he stared at the face inside, then cleared away the identification plate.

"This is her." He took a deep breath. "They put her in a cryo suit, but she'll be soaking wet once the thaw process is complete. Clint, you and Yelena go back up. Send Sam and Bruce down with extra emergency coverings and all the dry clothing they can gather. I'm going to start the thaw cycle on her."

They headed back to the elevator while Bucky started the procedure then pulled his backpack down and brought everything out. Thor went over to the filing cabinets, looking for the designations on the folders that matched the designations on the chambers. He found three fairly quickly, when he heard the sound of the chamber with Level 42 opening. Bucky was already undoing all the restraints on the woman who seemed barely responsive. Her body was limp, and she was covered in a film of icy water. Finally freeing her Bucky laid her on a mat that had automatically inflated when he unrolled the thin roll it had been. He placed a thermal sensor on her forehead, noting her body temperature was 30 degrees Celsius. Quickly he covered her with a thermal blanket, wrapping it around her, then placed several heat packs under the mat, allowing it to spread the heat evenly through the mat.

"Do you need my assistance, Buck?" asked Thor. "I have found three of the five files."

"Find the other two," said Bucky. "So far, I've been able to manage and if Sam and Bruce bring more supplies down, they can take over while I awaken the others."

Noticing that the unconscious woman was starting to shiver Bucky quickly pulled her cryo suit off, using his knife to cut into it, remembering how hard it had been to remove it in one piece from his own body. Quickly, he pulled the dry clothing over her, then added socks on her feet and a stocking cap on her head, before tucking her back under the thermal blanket. As her eyes fluttered, he placed his right hand on her cheek.

"L'ubímaja [beloved]. It's me, your Soldier. I have found you. Can you hear me?"

She groaned then her eyes fluttered open and she muttered, and he spoke softly to her again in Russian.

"Your vision will return. You've been in cryosleep, radnaja [darling]. Just breathe. I am here with you."

Sam and Bruce, both of them stopping in shock at the site of five chambers, advanced towards Bucky who told them what he had done. The thermal sensor had warmed up to 31 degrees Celsius. Bruce took a stethoscope out to listen to her heartbeat and lungs, then nodded at Bucky.

"Keep her warming up slowly," he said. He gestured at the others. "What's their story?"

Thor came, having found the final two folders, dropping them off in front of Bucky. Quickly, he picked up Level 42's folder and opened it, reading the contents that were written in Russian.

"She was treated with an experimental serum, then placed in cryosleep in November of 1989." He let out a tortured breath. "She's been here ever since. Damn them." Flipping through the others he opened the file for the oldest chamber, then sucked in his breath. "Bastards. That chamber on the left contains the daughter of one of Stalin's enemies. She was only 17 when they kidnapped her. They injected her with the same serum I was given but they didn't even wait to see the results. They just froze her."

He got up to look at her face in the small viewing port. Bruce looked through as well, while Sam continued to monitor Level 42's progress. Bucky's face went grim.

"I don't want to even try resuscitating her here," he said. "These old chambers were tricky. We should take her back and try in a controlled medical environment. Theoretically, it would be equivalent to how Steve was thawed out. If she's had the serum her body should be able to handle it. There's no mention of the memory device being used so her personality should be intact."

"I agree." Bruce gestured to the other three. "What about them?"

Bucky opened the next file, comparing the photo inside with the woman in the chamber, which seemed to be an earlier model as well, like a hybrid between the first and third one.

"Imprisoned for saying no in 1974," he said, scowling again. "She rebuffed the advances of a high-ranking HYDRA official who wanted her to be his mistress. She was already married. They killed her husband, then he froze her with the plan to unthaw her when he was old and she was still young, to prove his control over her life. Except, he made a mistake and was executed in 1981. They just left her in the chamber as someone else's problem. No serum."

"We take this chamber back then," said Bruce. "I don't even want to try without medical backup."

They stopped at the third one, which contained a child, a boy. Both men looked at each other in disgust, then Bucky read the file, his face changing into something more sympathetic as he read it.

"Okay, this is unusual. How he got away with it, I don't know. Son of an industrialist who was high up in HYDRA. The boy has cystic fibrosis. His father paid millions of rubles to freeze him in the hope of someday there being a cure. Is there one?"

He looked Bruce who shook his head slightly. "Not really, although the drug therapies are more effective and their life span and quality of life have improved greatly. No serum in this one?" Bucky shook his head. "Okay, we take his chamber back, but his chances aren't good."

They stopped in front of the final chamber and Bucky flipped the folder open without looking inside at the person. His face became dark, and only then did he look at the man inside the cryo chamber for a considerable time. Then he closed the folder, his mouth set in a grim line.

"A HYDRA handler. In fact, he was my handler ... the one who took her away. This was his punishment for losing control of the Asset. He doesn't deserve to live as none of the handlers respected life. I know that as a doctor, you have an oath, but if we leave him here, that wouldn't violate it, would it?"

Bruce let out a significant breath. "No, but what if the authorities here decide to thaw him out? Do you want that?"

"No, but there's something I can do to make it certain he wouldn't be found but he wouldn't be dead, either." Bucky looked at the doctor steadily. "I promise I won't kill him."

With a nod of his head Bruce agreed then he activated his comms piece and contacted Avengers headquarters to find out if the quinjet could handle the weight of three cryo chambers. With the word that it was better to use a portal he requested one and promised to let them know when they were ready. Bucky was kneeling down next to Level 42, who was breathing easier, but still seemed to be a little out of it. Speaking softly to her in Russian, Bucky smiled when she answered one of his comments in flawless English, asking her own questions.

"You're free?" she asked softly. "HYDRA and the Red Room are gone?"

"Many years ago," he answered. "I have many of my memories back, including my name, James Buchanan Barnes. I'm American. I only know you as Level 42. Do you remember how we danced?"

She smiled. "You were a good dancer, James. My name is Renata Irina Volkov. How long have I been frozen?"

A sigh prefaced his answer. "36 years, Renata. I'm not the young man I was then but still not too old to have a life with you, if you wish it. When your vision returns, you can decide, radnaja."

He looked at Bruce, who was still monitoring her temperature and heartbeat.

"Renata, you can go back in the quinjet, if you want the time to talk," he said. "You're very stable. I'll go back with the other three chambers."

"Sam, would you help Renata up to the quinjet while I take care of something down here?"

His best friend smiled, then picked her up, carrying her in his arms to the elevator and taking it up. Bruce called for a portal, then took four of the folders, leaving the one with the handler behind. Thor moved the other three chambers through the portal, returning before it closed then looked at Bucky who still studied the chamber that held his old handler.

"How can I help, Buck?" he asked.

"I want to bring down this portion of the room around it, so that it's obscured," said Bucky. "A demolition team would just see debris and leave it untouched as it wouldn't be safe for them to even set charges in here. He'll live like this in the darkness forever. It is what he deserves."

Just before they began to destroy the room, they cleared away the supplies that Sam and Bruce brought down with them to return to the top. Then Bucky checked the functions on the cryo chamber before he and Thor began pulling the room down around it. Satisfied, they picked up the supplies and took the elevator up to the top. No one had approached the facility while they were there. Boarding the quinjet they stowed the supplies then Clint and Yelena started the aircraft, lifting it up into the air. Renata and Bucky looked at it then he helped her back into a seat, gently belting her in before fastening his own restraints. They began the long flight back to the Avengers compound, listening to the band, Level 42, on Bucky's cell phone.

Three months later

"Yuri, Irina, come," said Mariya, the woman who had been frozen in 1974. She watched as the 91-year-old who looked 17 held her hand out to the 57-year-old who was now a healthy 11-year-old boy and hanging upside down from a tree at the Avengers compound. "Hurry, Yasha and Renata will be here shortly. We're having a ...." She looked at Bruce. "What do you call it again?"

"Barbecue," he said, smiling at the dark-haired woman. "Everyone's coming for a barbecue."

She flashed him a smile that filled him with warmth. Her charms were obvious. No wonder the HYDRA official wanted her.

"Barbecue," she repeated. "Come or you don't get ice cream!" Turning, she walked back towards the main building with him. "So, you're satisfied with our health, enough to allow us to leave, if we wish. What if, we don't wish to leave? What if, we like living here? Yuri and Irina need a parent. I'm old enough to be their aunt."

"Their attractive and young-looking aunt," interjected Bruce. He noticed Thor waiting for them outside the building with Love. "Wouldn't have anything to do with a 1500-year-old Demi god, would it?"

"Perhaps," she said, her cheeks pinking up. "He has seen much and says we can split our time between here and New Asgard. I don't want to go back to Russia. There is nothing for the three of us there, not anymore."

"Well, you'll all be welcome, since I have to keep tabs on your health anyways. With Irina having super soldier abilities I'm sure they'll want her to consider joining the Avengers. Yelena and Bucky both say they'll work with her for training, if she wants it."

"Mariya," smiled Thor, putting his arms out.

She hugged Love first, who stuck her tongue out cheekily at her father, then she hugged Thor. The other two rushed up.

"I win!" Yuri jumped up and down. "I'm faster than you."

"Sure, you are, little man," said Irina, winking at the others. "Nothing to do with the blood transfusion from me that cured you."

"Maybe," he admitted. "But I still won."

They entered the building, seeing Bucky and Renata inside, holding hands. Yuri ran for her, laughing when she picked him up and tossed him in the air. Cheek kisses were given to the other two survivors of the cryo chambers then they headed towards the elevator, going up to the roof top terrace where the barbecue was happening. The celebration of their 3 months of freedom after the years in the cryo chambers had been in the works for a couple of weeks. It was a milestone moment for them and for Bucky, as well, looking with love on Renata as she made the rounds with the other survivors to Clint and his family, Yelena, Sam, and several others who had been involved in their medical care since their arrival.

As he watched, his cell phone vibrated and he checked the messages, seeing one that had him nod his head. The Siberian facility was officially demolished, charges placed on all levels, then set off in a sequence that collapsed the interior structure of the site. In a year's time when his old handler's chamber started its pre-programmed thawing sequence, he would be trapped inside a tomb of rock, hundreds of feet inside the ground under the Siberian wasteland. He would still be alive, for a time.

Bucky had no regrets about that, his last unofficial hit. As he told Bruce, some people didn't deserve to live. Placing his phone back in his pocket, he looked up, alerted by the laughter of Renata, Mariya, Irina and Yuri, as they posed for cell phone pictures. Four lives saved because of a guard who finally let go of hate and told him a long-held secret. He looked at the blue sky above them and thanked Josef Czerny one more time. Then he stepped forward and joined the others. Life was so much more enjoyable now.

Is it so wrong to be human after all? (Line from Something About You, by Level 42)

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I’m a new follower and wanted to say that I really enjoy reading your Lokius content. They are really well thought out and written. I was wondering if you have any headcanons on Loki’s time in Asgard like his relationships, any events you think could’ve happened, etc.

Hi Anon!

Sorry for the late reply and thank you for your patience. I have several headcanons about Loki's Asgardian relationships based on comics canon and MCU canon.

I'm going to focus on characters outside of Thor, Odin, and Frigga, as I believe those relationships have been discussed at length by many other fans.

FANDRAL - Back in 2014/2015, I used to ship them together romantically. I'd like to think I added some depth to his character, but the truth is the canon leaves much to be desired with ONE exception. Comics canon reveals that Fandral fell into a portal that landed him in medieval Midgard where he became Robin Hood, married Maid Marion, stayed with her despite her aging while he remained young, mourned her death, and couldn't have a serious romantic affair since. I used this to flesh him out and create a healthier relationship with Loki, but I digress. I think at the very least, Loki and Fandral slept together, perhaps on more than one occasion. At the very least, they are somewhat friendly with each other. Loki saves his life in Thor 1 by throwing a dagger at a Jotun that's about to attack him; Fandral's the least hostile to Loki of the Warriors Three and Sif; in comics canon, he's the smartest/most cunning of the Warriors Three; he is the only character among Thor's closest friends to not threaten to kill Loki upon their encounter in Thor 2, and quite simply their temperaments when it comes to style, pleasure, and poetics are compatible. I think they suit each other quite well and could have made a good couple canonically if not for the fact that they are both flighty when it comes serious relationships (both due to trauma, if you take Fandral's Robin Hood backstory seriously). At any rate, Mobius surpasses him in many ways and is a wonderful character in his own right, for which I am eternally grateful.

SIF - While I don't think Loki hates Sif, I feel the same cannot be said about Sif for Loki. In Norse mythology, Loki cuts Sif's hair as a prank and is forced by Thor to magically create for Sif hair of gold. In the comics canon, Sif's hair was originally gold and Loki cutting it resulted in it turning dark brown or black. In multiple iterations of the comics canon, Loki's motivation has near-consistently been his jealousy of his brother's attention for her. Now, Sif in the MCU versus Sif in comics reads as a "girl friend" as opposed to a "girlfriend". However, Sif has a strong sense of honor and integrity, neither of which she is willing to compromise. I therefore see her constantly clashing with Loki's morally gray (at best) and outright malicious (at worst) intentions. The most traumatic comics canon experience Sif has been through with Loki was his taking over her body to become Lady Loki. That trauma left her completely untrusting of Loki's motivations even after he is reborn in the Journey into Mystery/Agent of Asgard/God of Stories arcs, despite Thor, Fandral, and Volstagg's advocating for Loki's innocence as a child. They may have been friends as children, but that friendship has long been broken. Whenever they are in the same room, it is tense.

HEIMDALL - Through the Bifrost, he is a near-omniscient guardian being who is significantly older than Thor and his peers. For this reason, I think Heimdall is generally neutral towards Loki's behavior, having witnessed all sorts of behavior throughout the Nine Realms. That said, his friendship with Thor creates a strong sense of protectiveness for him and wariness towards Loki by Thor 2. I was of the belief that Heimdall is the most serious of Thor's friends and that his regard toward Loki was not too afar from the Warrior's Three. However, the Loki series suggests he has a playful side, at least when Thor and Loki were younger. I think he may have humored Loki's antics as he had Thor's, like an uncle who indulges his nephews with an air of amusement, mild exasperation, and reserved affection. I also think he appreciated Loki's intelligence. It is a lonely duty to guard the Bifrost. I think Loki's visits and conversations lifted his spirits from time to time. Unfortunately, Odin's penchant for war and conquest, his political machinations, his deceit, his manipulation, and his favoritism toward Thor all come to a head.

VOLSTAGG - Not much is shown about Volstagg. I can say he is the oldest of Thor's friends and the only father among them. He detests Loki's cunning, and Loki detests him for his boorishness. Their archetypes are the classic "jock's best friend" and "dramatic bookworm." I don't doubt they quarreled a lot when they were younger, if Thor 1 was any indication, and that they secretly enjoyed those quarrels as much as they were annoyed by them. Like the rest of Thor's friends, lines were drawn after Thor 1 and Avengers. However, in comics canon, Volstagg defends the reborn Loki, as a child, in Journey into Mystery. Volstagg has many children with his wife and loves children generally. He provided kid!Loki with warmth, protection, and affection when many refused to give him a chance. I think God of Stories Loki would have respect and even some fondess for Volstagg because Volstagg shares some of Mobius's quirks: his love of food, his a soft spot for the small and helpless, and his exceptional devotion to his spouse (in Mobius's case, his partnership with Loki rather than his wife).

HOGUN - Hogun is the most difficult character for me to get a read on because he is just as quiet in comics canon as, if not more so, MCU canon. I can say he and Sif are likely close in personality. In my opinion, they therefore would be best friends with one another after Thor. His doubt of Loki and anger towards him come across as more muted (still waters run deep) than the others, but that does not mean it is any less passionate. He is also the toughest of the Warriors Three, the last to die in Ragnarok. In their youth, I can see him putting Loki at a distance, carefully observing him, but actively not engaging with him unless absolutely necessary.

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Canon Divergence - Avengers: Infinity War

a mountain no man has mounted (ao3) - deluxemycroft bucky/thor T, 64k

Summary: After surviving Thanos' Snap, Bucky must navigate a world that makes even less sense than it did before.

Guard Duty (ao3) - Trexi G, 3k

Summary: Quill doesn’t ruin the fight on Titan. The smarter Peter is entrusted with Infinity Gauntlet guard duty.

half a league onward (ao3) - Lise T, 16k

Summary: When it becomes clear that the Hulk can't beat Thanos, Heimdall sends him to Earth. But he doesn't send him alone.

Or, the one where Loki is going to avenge his brother, and/or die trying.

half a man at best (ao3) - stardustandswimmingpools T, 2k

Summary: Loki has no idea how the fuck he's going to pull this off.

It had seemed optimistic before, but now, lying in terrifying wait for Thanos to be done with them, it seems like a flat-out fantasy.

Loki has been in multiple places at once before. But multiple people?

I'll Cover You (ao3) - Ishantah N/R, 17k

Summary: Instead of snapping his neck, Thanos decides to take Loki up on his “offer” to help collect the stones, and forces Loki’s loyalty by holding Thor captive. Loki has no choice but to comply… for now.

in a wind that chills the skeletons of trees (ao3) - 100indescisions T, 5k

Summary: Loki and Thor both survive their first encounter with Thanos on the Statesman. Only one of them survives the Snap.

In Loco Parentis (ao3) - juliabohemian T, 115k

Summary: Post Infinity War AU in which Loki is the only surviving Asgardian. Who will he become...now that the only wars left to fight are those within his own heart and mind?

Interchange (ao3) - NachoDiablo sam/bucky/steve M, 6k

Summary: After the snap, Sam and Bucky process the loss of their friends, and let go of might-have-beens. They grow closer, build a new life, and find happiness in each other.

Then everyone comes back.

AU where Sam and Bucky survive the snap in place of Steve and Natasha.

make it right (ao3) - worstloki T, 7k

Summary: The nth time, it is not as disorienting as the times before. Some sort of temporal loop, Thor knows. connected to his death. Connected to his death, which always comes.

The scenario does not change, nor do the resources available. It is not until an eternity has passed that Thor thinks of gathering information again, rather than putting his all into a physical altercation with the Titan. It has been some time since Thor has gathered his wits around him, rather than feel the pain of continuous death lodged in his limbs.

OR: Thor is in a time-loop, stuck in the first scene of Infinity War

memento mori (ao3) - swirlees steve/bucky T, 11k

Summary: Chapter 1: It's funny how getting the words out of his brain feels a lot like getting his memories zapped out of him. Funny, because if he thinks about it too long, he winds up in a corner of his room, blanket over his head, palms sweaty, teeth chattering, and refusing to come out for another session.

(Or, James’ recovery in Wakanda and then, later, in the States.)

Chapter 2: Steve had once said to him, that James would be able to move on if Steve was gone. It's not true. Because Thanos had come two years ago, and James is still lost without his anchor. Maybe they were drowning each other, once, but now that Steve is gone, he's drifting.

(Or, Steve disappears in the Snap, and all that remains is what's left of James.)

Out of Time, Out of Space (ao3) - Infinite_Monkeys T, 1k

Summary: When Thanos' ship appears out of nowhere, Loki's got one last trick up his sleeve.

Reconstruction Site (ao3) - Vetiver darcy/bucky, minor jane/thor, minor steve/natasha, minor pepper/tony, minor wanda/vision, past bucky/natasha E, 84k

Summary: If Thor went for the head, nobody got dusted, and Jane Foster got called in to help rescue Tony Stark, Peter Parker and Dr. Strange from space. Darcy is initially a little wary of being on the same compound as the former Winter Soldier, but the real Bucky Barnes is less scary and a lot hotter than she'd expected. Starts as an Infinity War fix-it and gets fluffy once our two leads get to know each other.

Chapters alternate between Darcy's and Bucky's POV. I borrowed the title from the Weakerthans song of the same name. It gives me 'recovering Bucky' vibes.

should've, could've, would've (ao3) - Linzerj G, 2k

Summary: In an alternate version of reality, Thor aims for Thanos's head.

sun will shine on us again (ao3) - ihaveathingforpink G, 3k

Summary: Thanos should have known better than to trust Loki would hand over a real infinity stone so easily.

Loki screws up Thanos's big plan. No surprise there.

Supernaut (ao3) - Wolfsheart G, 2k

Summary: Loki survives his death on The Statesman. Tony Stark leaves his goodbye message and then resigns himself to death. Then the Benatar has a surprise visitor and savior: Loki.

Survivor's Guide to the Galaxy (ao3) - fanfic1892 T, 79k

Summary: Space rock crunched under Peter’s armor-clad feet and he dropped his hand from his eyes, turning to Tony. "Mister Stark," he said softly. "What do we do now?”

The question was entirely reasonable, Tony supposed, but being the one expected to answer it was like an infinity gauntlet punch to the gut. (Now there was a unit of measurement he could submit to the CGPM.)

Or: In a billion-to-one cosmic fluke, Tony and Peter both survive the snap and are left alone on Titan with an alien spaceship and no plan in sight. Peter’s presence brings Tony to make a tough call: diverting their course away from Earth in search of food and fuel. With the galaxy in shambles and no clear route home, the two survivors must carve out a path of their own somewhere in the great infinity.

Tactics (ao3) - pettyevil (D4tD) steve/bucky T, 1k

Summary: “They’re gonna nuke us off the planet, aren’t they?” Bucky asks into the phone. They’re over three weeks into the siege. Over three weeks since they reunited and fought side by side, only for them to get separated in the heat of battle.

Takes place in an Alternate Universe in which Thanos goes for the mind stone before the time stone, but gets trapped with his army during the attack on Wakanda.

waiting beneath the surface (ao3) - gayleb G, 5k

Summary: Loki finds his way into hell, his neck having been snapped by Thanos. He expects to find eternal torture, but what he finds instead is an empty throne, waiting for someone to take it.

we can always try again tommorow (ao3) - neon_air pepper/tony T, 36k

Summary: Instead of Peter, it's Tony who falls to the ground and turns to ash. It's still Peter who says, "I'm sorry."

when you're lost in the universe (don't lose faith) (ao3) - meliebee gamora/peter G, 2k

Summary: Peter’s face, beside him, is strained. He's too young for this, for any of this. Quill’s whole body is shaking, Tony notices distantly, his fingers cutting into his suit as his feet brace against the uncaring ground of a planet he never should have seen.

Tony sees what’s going to happen a second before it does. "Quill, no!"

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thomase1 · 2 years ago

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Two broken make a whole; chapter 5

Series masterlist Main masterlist

What should I say, it has been a while. An eternity. But I finished this chapter finally. Took me a sec to even remember how all this works-

I would advice to re-visit chapter 4 before reading this one, I had to do as well.

Thanks to everybody sticking around 💜 This one's a bit of a wild and chaotic one. I just hope it doesnt come across as rushed.

This is not proof read so sorry for any errors.

Warnings: talks of abuse and rape, reader struggling with facing her fears, overthinking, anxiety

Wordcount: ~2150

After a very long shower, watching your comfort show for the millionth time and sleeping in as long as possible, you left the comfort of you own four walls.

Admittedly, you still felt like shit.

Sad, reminded of everything you tried to leave behind, ashamed and just utterly overwhelmed. Not to mention embarrassed. Had it been Nat, Clint, hell even Tony that witnessed it all, it would only be half as bad. But luck, per usual, was not on your side.

The review of yesterdays mission went differently than you thought. Your emotional outburst wasnt even mentioned, the thing that actually took up most of the meeting was Loki and Thors absence.

"Ok guys. I'm really starting to worry now. What if they ran?", Cap sighs. "It surely wouldnt look good when mentioned to Fury, thats for sure.", Nat says bluntly. Tony leans back in his seat with a cocky but sour expression, "Would it be too soon for an 'I told you so!'?". "Oh come on, do you really have no faith in them? There is no reason why they'd have to run after that mission, THEY," you emphasize, "made no mistakes. I'm sure they will be back soon.", you try to defend them even though you start to worry yourself. "You do know who we are talking about, right?", Clint raises one sceptical eyebrow.

The meeting was thankfully cut short. Without the brothers, you couldn't possibly remember everything that went down, especially since you were zoned out though most of the mission. It made no sense to continue without them.

Just as you threw yourself on the sofa with some pasta, you heard the elevator ding and the booming voice of Thor. "Hello there Y/n. How are you feeling?", Thor greets you with a hug. He smells odd, like an old basement, smoke and dust. Sceptically, you hug him back. "Welcome back. I'm feeling much better thank you. I think you should speak to Cap though. Your solo operation has caused quite the drama.", you grin, patting his shoulder. Thor sighs and turns back around to the elevator, "Norns, they really have no trust in me. I will speak to them, thank you Meddy."

Meanwhile Loki sat down on the sofa eyeing your food. You now eye him eyeing your food. And suddenly your eyes meet as his green ones snap up at yours. You hold his gaze, "If you want you can take some pasta you know. I bet your hungry after being gone that long.". He scoffs, "Correct. A thank you would be in order.".

He must be shitting you, right?!

"Excuse me, what? What am I surpossed to thank you for? Your solo trip? Ive had to listen to the others complain all day because of that!", you agressively fork your pasta. "Yes, precisely, it was to help you! Hel if Shield knew about it I'd rot in a cell for all of eternity!", his voice raises and his arms cross. "Ok, rewind. Lets start over. Where were you and what did you two do?", you stop eating and pause your show. "And why should I tell you?", Loki teases. You scoff, "So I know what I am surpossed to thank you for of course." So he started to explain.

"After Thor and I brought you to the tower, we did not hand that imbecile over to Shield or any other authorities. We took matters into our own hands.", he says with a proud smirk. "What did you- did you kill him?", you ask nervously. "Ultimately yes, but do you remember for how long we were gone?" Oh god. Oh fuck. "Ages, what like 16 hours? The others were getting nervous you somehow escaped Thor or something.", you nervously bounce your leg. "As expected... But no actually, we took our time to extract every bit of information regarding the weapons from him. Lets just say healing is a big asset in torture.", his eyes glimmer bright green as his grin becomes almost devilish. "I dont think I understand...", or more like, dont want to. "We hurt him as badly as we wanted, he couldnt die. I just healed him any time he came close.", he states flatly. "Oh my god-", your breath catches in your throat. "You're welcome. So, dont worry about him anymore and- This stays between us, officially we had to kill him when we first arrived at the warehouse." "Noted."

An awkward silence fell over the room when you sigh heavily, "Look, I am deeply ashamed over my emotional outburst yesterday. Could we maybe just forget about it? Please?". His eyes flutter as he gives you a once over, then the faintest of smiles crosses his lips, "I dont even know what you are talking about, Agent.". Did my nether regions just clench-

Oh lord-

Your cheeks blush as you clear your throat and nod, "Very well, thank you.".

After that, the problem got solved with Thor telling the team they just followed a lead on a location possibly holding even more weapons. And that wasnt even a lie since they did destroy the remaining weapons they found out about in the torture. So the weeks went on.

Loki became kind of weird. Well, weird for Loki. He started talking to you, randomly and not just in necessary situations. Never anything personal really, but still. But today really topped it all off.

You went to the common room to grab some cold water after your training but insted were greeted with the dark haired god sitting on the sofa, reading an ancient looking book.

"So, Medusa, interesting. I have to admit, I have been thinking what could be linked to such an extraordinary name. There has to be a story behind it.", Loki asks, weirdly curious all of a sudden. You take a few blinks to realize he actually asked you about something personal. "Uh, I cant tell you.", you say a bit too distracted by the tight shirt he is wearing. He tilts his head, raven locks revealing his neck, "Oh do tell darling.". D-darling? You feel heat rising to your cheeks, beeing an assasin you usually dont get nice pet names from others. And coming from Loki? You got butterflies from only that. Oh, youre in trouble...

You shake your head, "No, I mean I really cant tell you, I would if I could.". Now you just fired up his curiousity even more. Damn. That was not your intention but forming words, let alone logical sentences, isnt that easy right now. He sits up, propping his elbows on his thighs, brows tightly knitted trying to figure out what you mean. You planned on going to your room, but you wont walk away from the god of mischief asking you something other than work related. You sit down too, grabbing a pillow from the couch. "Would you please be so kind and elaborate a bit further.", he looks over to you with his brows still furrowed. You sigh, a little louder than you intended, "It is rather complicated I guess. I was captured by Hydra. As you may know, they have inhumane and horrible ways to make people complay. They erased my memorie, wiped us, as my fellow captured and I used to say. I just know that I was 16 when it started, was an assasin pre hydra, my real name is y/n l/n and my cover name Medusa. Those are the informations I have.", you explain as shortly as you can.

His gaze over you shifts a little, its an expression you have never seen before. Not on him at least. He looks as if he has empathy for you?

"That is a rather troublesome past, I appreciate you telling me. However, I still have one more question if you dont mind." Now you furrow your brows, what is there left unanswered? You quickly cover your confusion. Force of habit.

"Oh well, it is what it is. What else do you want to know?", you play cool but lose your shit internally. He nods, "I presume you have not just made that name up, so if there is, I would like to ask the backstory to the name itself." Oh, well thats innocent enough. Still your heart races. Its a subject you spent many sleepless nights over. A weak spot. You know damn well what Medusa is a symbol for, but you dont know if that was your Inspiration too.

"Oh, I see, of course you dont know about that myth. Well, it is really hard to explain since there are a lot of other events that led up to her story. You like to read, right?", you ask him with a shy smile. Maybe you can make him research it on his own. Save yourself the heartache of overthinking again. He raised his brows in a playful manner, holding up the book in his hand, "I would say 'like' is an understatement, but yes. I do.". You huff out a laugh, "Then you probably found the library already. Look for books on greek mythology. My summary would lack a lot of important context." "I have a lot of time on my hands, how about both? Tell me roughly and I will read up on it later.", he smiles sheepishly. It seems luck is not on your side today, so you give a small nod and get it over with.

"There are many versions of her story. However the one I think is my Inspiration, which is not the original but also is mentioned in a few books, is Medusa beeing a priestress to Athena, the goddess of wisdom and battle. The women serving her had to remain virgins and give their life to her. Because of Medusas beauty, the god of sea, Poseidon, took interest in her. Athena and Poseidon were rivals, so he used Medusa to get back at Athena. He humiliated Athena by raping Medusa on the steps of her temple.", you stopped for a second to swallow the lump forming in your throat. "That is a rather gruesome story.", Loki mumbles, not having expected for the story to get that dark, that quickly. You swallow your fears and continue quickly. "Oh yes, but its not over. Poseidon left his victim on the steps, now any normal thinking beeing would expect for Athena to help Medusa." He nods. "That was however not the case, Medusa got cursed by Athena and banished to a far away island. She now looked like an abomination, eyes of stone, chicken legs, metal wings and hair made of snakes. Any beeing who would look upon her would turn to stone. Men traveled the island, chasing and trying to kill her. At some point, her fear turned to anger, she took her revenge on all the men that tried to harm her, turning them to stone. The only way those men could be freed was if Perseus, son of Zeus, beheaded her. As that day came, her blood gave birth to Pegasus, the winged horse, and Chrysaor. Athena used Medusas head as a trophy on her shield, protecting against her enemies. The rest of medusas body was layed to rest in the underworld."

You shifted into story telling mode, like you did when you looked after Clints kids once.

"That... You mortals sure have a lot of fantasy for storys like this. Do you think-", he stops, looking up at you, knowing exactly what he is trying to ask. The universe really hates you, your throat closing from surpressing the feeling daring to take over. "That is the question Ive had for years now. I dont know. I dont know if I want to know. I guess it would make sense if I... sympathized with that character. God, I dont know.", you exhaled deeply, gathering yourself. Its hard to talk about this topic, the uncertenty has been eating away at you ever since you rediscovered the story of Medusa. "You do not know, so it is best not to worry. It wont do any good either way. Is this, greek I think you said, mythology an interest of yours?" "Kind of, yes. I have read a lot about it since researching about my name, its really interesting. Confusing sometimes, but very capturing. I suggest you read about Pandora too, its a very fascinating story. Another one is the story of Icarus.", you smile, knowing he purposefully changed the subject. But you are unspeakably grateful he did. "Sounds promising, thank you for the suggestions.", he smiles warmly. You smile and slowly get up. "I have a date with my bed now, I'm exhausted. Have fun reading." "Pleasent dreams, Y/N.", he gives you a nod.

You bite your cheek as you turn around and leave the room. Your knees weak and hands shaky.

You just dont know if you feel this way because of the uncomfortable topic or because of who you were speaking to. All you know is that your in for a ride.

You just know it.

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Everything: @slytherclaw1227 @their-love @vickie5446 @buttercupcookies-blog @peaches1958

Wifey: @plushcrushdoll

#loki laufeyson #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki god of mischief #avenger reader #avenger loki #tbmaw

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16woodsequ · 1 year ago

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This is probably a shot in the dark, but could we (read I) get a list of all the fics you have? I'm particularly interested in ones that are "on the backburner" as you say. I wanna know what we're *not* getteing to hear about in WIP Wendsdays.

Actually I'd love that! I made a list a few weeks ago (it was hidden in a long reblog) but I realised it wasn't complete and this time I will be a bit more detailed about it.

First a meme I made for it:

Active wips:

Selkie Steve: Steve is a secret selkie who loses his coat after the war but no one knows.

Dogs are the Best Judge of Character: Steve was turned into a dog on a mission and captured by Hydra. After he escapes he's found by war veteran Bucky.

Bingo Steve Time Travel: For Steve bingo: Steve visits his Ma after he returns the stones.

Backburner wips (aka hopefully will write them one day):

Hanahaki Steve Trauma: Hanahaki disease has been linked to trauma after the war, but no one thought to tell Steve that.

The Captain and The Soldier: Hydra captures Steve in the elevator and succeeds in their take over plan. Now Steve is an asset like Bucky and has no idea why the Avenger rebels are so shocked to see him.

Platonic Cinderella AU: Steve is Cinderella, Joseph Rogers the Wicked Father. Bucky is the Prince, they're both aroace.

Stark Men are Made of Iron and Rogers Don't Take Charity (Iron and Charity for short): Tony and Steve are both turned into children on a mission and captured by Hydra.

Dreaming (nightmares) of You: Tony gets hit with some broken magic that makes him start dreaming of Steve's childhood through Bucky's eyes. But the dreams will stop when Bucky dies. Right?

Alt Options: Steve and the Battle for Wakanda: Steve's pov in the Alternative Timeline series of the Battle in Wakanda.

Alt Options: The Alt-Alt Timeline: Alternative Timeline, Steve pov of the Battle in Wakanda, but this time the Avengers have the warning to 'go for the head' they got from some time travellers.

I know why the Caged Bird Sings: Prequel to The Singer where Sideswipe and Sunstreaker are Singer Starscream's guards and witness the corruption around him.

2nd Winter Soldier Steve idea: Steve is captured by Hydra and wiped. The Avengers + Bucky find him and have to deal with the aftermath of a man who remembers nothing but the walls of a compound.

Cursed Obedience: Bucky has the obedience curse from Ella Enchanted. Hydra finds this out.

Mirror Mirror: Tony slowly realising that Steve doesn't like alcohol, and that it has to do with Joseph Rogers.

Wing Fic: Wing universe, but Steve's wings were damaged in the ice and now are in chronic pain. Tony's wings were also damaged in Afghanistan and he helps.

The Sound of Silence: Steve goes mute after staying at The Retreat, and it's Natasha's job to figure out why.

Way BackBurner (aka right now not actively planning to write one day)

Never in a Million Years: Steve is presenting at Peter's school when he experiences an active shooter drill (just a drill) and learns more about school shootings

Jewish Bucky in army fic: Exploration of how Bucky kept Jewish practices while in the army (much research needed)

It's not your/my fault: Modern-day Steve with cerebral palsy dealing with ableism from Sarah about his incontinence.

Scott and Steve PTSD fic: Scott and Steve are captured and Scott has a PTSD episode because of the Raft. Steve and Scott talk about shared PTSD.

Blue Eyes: The 2012!Steve that got left unconscious by Endgame!Steve is brainwashed when Rumlow finds him with the returned scepter.

Rest: Steve catches a virus from Thor (gives much the same symptoms as Long Covid) and has to adapt to being sick even with the serum.

Steve first aid trauma fic: CPR was invented after Steve died. He learns it after the Loki attack and has to use it after Bucky almost drowns in the helicopter (during Civil War)

Infallible: Steve's pov and 3rd instalment of the "Captured" series. Steve thinks he can't show his triggers, but learns otherwise.

Quirks in the System: Part of winglock series, John's upbringing as a science experiment and war weapon.

Evolution of the Stars: Starscream backstory fic—how he cut off his trinemates to protect them as Megatron got more dangerous.

Discovery: Megatron suddenly realises the abusive dynamics between him and Starscream are hindering the Cause and has to try to change it.

Difficult Lessons: Sequel to "Learned Lessons". Thor pov learning more about Loki and what happened to him before the attack in 2012 (ie Thanos).

Alone: More Starscream backstory fic. Angst of him losing his trinemates

I think that's all of them! Feel free to ask me any questions about them. It will probably result in me feel like working on whatever one you're interested in 😆

#asks #wips #wip list #my fics #long post

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lokiwaffles · 2 years ago

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Here is a longer synopsis for one of my main four Marvel OCs!

Name: Holly Legrand

Age: Biologically 23

Birthday: May 16th 1918

Faction: Rouge/SHIELD

Current Occupation: Sleeper agent for SHIELD (2012), traitor (2013-2025)

Likes: Her space, a loyal friend, plants, old fantasy movies.

Dislikes: Cars (she will absolutely LOSE it if she sees one), large crowds, loud noises, music.

Powers: Mind reading (specifically thought hearing; she can’t go into people’s heads, she just kinda hears their thoughts as they happen).

Languages: ASL, Allspeak

Friends: Nick Fury, Iris, Hawkeye, Steve Rogers (when they were kids).

Belief: She believes the only truly trustworthy people are the transparent ones. That’s why she likes Iris; she perceives her to be shallow and easy to read. The only exception is Nick Fury.

Achilles Heel: She is near incapable in loud situations. She gets overstimulated quite easily.

Here is a drawing by RJ Peirce! The design is mine, but she really helped it come to life!

Excessive lore below the cut:

Plot Synopsis (p1):

Holly Legrand is the daughter of a Varient Asgardian sorcerer whose timeline was long since destroyed, and a blacklisted TVA agent. She has one sibling: Gray, her older brother, two years her senior. She was born in the early 1900s, and thanks to her dubious parentage, her biological aging is slow. She grows up on Earth, with little knowledge about her mother’s planet.

She is only eight (biologically) when the TVA catches wind of the anomalies hidden in this timeline, around the 1930s. Due to a car crash, she is, unfortunately, the victim of a large misunderstanding that leaves her in FBI custody(and later SHIELD, when it is formed) and believing her family is dead, and vice versa.

Due to injuries sustained due to the crash, she loses her voice. Her powers also surface then: she can now hear other people’s thoughts. However, no one bothers to teach her sign language, and she never hints towards her powers at all, so the FBI remains unaware.

She grows up in SHIELD custody for most of her life, basically abandoned in a bunker, as she is mostly left alone, excepting the occasional curious team of scientists every decade or so. Take note that at this time, they have no idea Asgardians exist, so she is pretty strange to them.

She is so classified that hardly anyone knows of her.

And then, in the 80s, she meets Nick Fury. He quickly becomes a friend and a huge advocate for releasing her from the cesspool of bureaucratic nonsense she is trapped in. He also teaches her sign language, and opens up a whole new world for the now 23-year-old. Unfortunately, his efforts are largely ignored by SHIELD even after he becomes the director, and it is only in 2012 that he can secure a deal: if Holly can undergo training and excel on certain missions, she can live as a sleeper agent in the civilian world. However, Holly struggles with various mental problems, as being left alone, without language or any real friends took a toll on her, and her trust only extends to Nick Fury, and, eventually, Iris.

A few months before the mission, undergoing some basic preliminary training, she meets Iris, another young agent around 20 years of age. They strike up a deep friendship that eventually results in the two of them being assigned to the New Mexico impact site, under the watchful eye of Phil Coulson.

Holly struggles with keeping her powers hidden (as it is a lot harder to focus with the thoughts of so many people around her), and adjusting to this suddenly huge new world.

She participates in a few mundane background tasks, and helps empty Jane Foster’s lab, witnessing the confrontation between Coulson and Foster. She later gets into an argument with Coulson over the ethics of stealing Foster’s work, but she is unable to convince him of anything.

She witnesses Thor break into the facility, and is rooting for him the whole way. When he fails, however, to lift the hammer, it’s the last straw.

She has a flashback triggered by a passing truck, and loses it, sprinting out of the site before anyone can stop her. She only stops running when she reaches a road, and considers, briefly, ending it, before she is stopped and talked down by Clint Barton. They have a heavy conversation dealing with if Holly will ever leave SHIELD’s grasp entirely, and Barton convinces her that there are, in fact, many people rooting for her, and that’s a reason to stick around.

Then, they return to the site, and Holly has to awkwardly explain about her powers to both Iris and Coulson, as they had grown suspicious of how unfortunately intuitive she was about the whole situation (she knew where Thor was heading, she knew random information on Foster that she wasn’t supposed to know, etc.). Iris feels betrayed, and eventually tells Holly that they are done being friends, and that she wants nothing to do with her.

Holly is really shattered, and returns to SHIELD soon after the confrontation. She is told that she did a tolerable job, and after one more year of training under Barton’s supervision, she can lead a civilian life. Unfortunately, now most important people in the organization know of her powers, and the World Security Council is probably plotting something nefarious for her.

I’ll work on part two and get it out soon! Loooots of lore on this one. :)

#oc lore #original character #not my art #my oc #lore dump #meet my mc #marvel #marvel oc #nick fury #hawkeye #holly legrand #iris rivers #gray legrand #phil coulson #oc x canon #marvel mcu #Thor #soooooo much loooore

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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not the abovenope

nope and he hit it and in silence

The thing looks really cool when the doors are down and the backs down and it ran better in the front end looks better and the rear end looks better and it's all shined up and stuff and it's low it looks really awesome it is very low and it had a volkswagen it had the original Volkswagen in it and the rear window is a joke it looked like **** and everyone hated it it'll need four people and boy it wasn't faster without that garbage in the back seat. And his seats were terrible and these seats aren't that great this is what it looks like when it's partially fixed. The rear end is a little bit different. Looks pretty good. These kids are not available it's way too old and it is a honey if you do it right and modifying this car is not hard and changing a few things makes it into a super car and it doesn't exactly make it legal now it does way out of production for many years and they say the styles old and antiquated and the thing is that the speed of it was intense and there's a few reasons it's the shape of the front it's kind of like a Ferrari it's very much like one there's the sides which are kind of vertical and the rear end and the foil and that's where our friend here comes in and his wife and I left the rear end looking cool yeah and I filled it in it looks terrible if you don't and I have a modification and it's modern and I'm gonna start making it. It's about damn time he says I'm gonna make it inexpensive'cause I wanna see him tool around it and my guys doing it so he take ships And yeah I know why I'm doing it

tommy f

we see why and it will work

Thor Freya

this is the car and good he says. lol. and lets roll lol. He still would need a Volkswagen and .... to build it and it doesn't have that

He still would need a Volkswagen and a place to build it and it doesn't have that

Hera

I can't explain this when you first make a kit it costs a lot to get a bunch done and they're cheap and try and get them going so you can afford the kit when you do head to put the kit on it it costs a lot less at that point but you're right he would need a garage. And we did plant stuff on this cart and some of it might be seats and I have a prototype for the Porsche 9/11 and we all don't like the police. And we'd be saying he's the cops and it is a better fit it's really a one horse car and it's like a cart you can't fit anything in it and it's just for driving around this one here would be a lot of work even though I might get it going 'cause it's AGT and it's a Bradley and it's really something that would sell a lot and I make it cheap too I know how to make the plant on this in the panels for the Volkswagen. And something crazy he probably do if you got like 30 or 40 grand you driving around in a Porsche and it looks like a Porsche he's pretty smart and so am I about this I know about cars and trucks and bikes and boy does this guy know it. This thing works very well but his father helped and he is the founder of Porsche. It didn't come from Volkswagen when he says that's his wife. The last sense my friend says. I'm gonna go forwards with this this is the one and all my guys will do it and they have a whole bunch of these and we'll go around grabbing them and we know who has them and they're kind of sitting around doing nothing this makes a lot of sense you can get a Volkswagen for a two grand and the kit would probably be at first $1000 when he would get to it and he would buy the Volkswagen only when he saw the kit and I'll tell you what this thing would work great. And he'd feel great 'cause it looks like a Porsche and people would see the difference in how things go and it is different when he had a decent car like the Kia even and it's much better this is horrible but he had a car like it it wasn't the accord it was the firebird and people thought he was cool and weren't really harassing and they felt cool themselves and so we're gonna go ahead with this and I'm calling your head with it and he thinks it's the right thing and it's a good idea he's glad I'm doing it and a lot of people will be and these things will go fast. I do have a prototype up and I have the statistics and they're real

- Standard Volkswagen 130 horsepower zero sixty 4.9 seconds quarter mile 12.9 seconds top speed about 150 miles an hour. And that stock.

- Standard Volkswagen 130 horsepower adding the plant on kit faring only and you would go zero to 60 and 3.9 seconds quarter mile in 10 seconds top speed about 185 miles an hour it's much faster. That's day and night 30 miles an hour 35 miles an hour is very fast. That kit would be about $800.

- The top end and the exhaust and you want to change those for the fairing kit would be the exhaust at least but both go for about $250 that's ridiculous not to change it and your top speed would change zero to 60 would be 3.2 seconds quarter mile would be 8.5 seconds top speed 220 mph.

- in the fairing kit and the upgraded exhaust and top end I am not including tires and rims and other changes if you change the tires and rims and a little bit of the suspension you're going to get 10 to 50 miles an hour more if you take the interior out fully and put in the racing stuff you're going to get 10 miles an hour on top of that and there are a couple more changes you can make one of them is to streamline the car no that's what the fairing kit does it already does that. Basically that's what you're gonna have 245 mph plus and that is on the 130 horsepower and then a lot of them came with a 150 horsepower top speed would be 280 mph. And I have all the data and testing and I was getting ready to produce it and he started talking about it after I had it ready and that's how it goes they did it with the Camaro and Firebirds and I will probably do that for the Ferrari and those things go about 480 mph but this is a small car with a small amount of power and boy it didn't move and it sounds awesome and it looks just like a Porsche 9/11 you would not believe it it is intense people love it our friend he would love it he would probably drive it everywhere. And Jim in that would be amazing because Of the history if you combine this with what's going on and people think he's growing in his code that helps us and it is about the empire so let's get going on this folks and let's see if anybody wants to submit a real order And I take all sorts of currency for producing this.

tommy f

we might and yeh think on it no. we buy some yes.

bja

and dont have time to make them prob not true

works form e though

tommy f

we need it now all of it

trump

tons do buy what you cn i f any you louse. hahah lol this blows.

tommy f

we use it no need it now

mac dadddy order up and i can delive some ok. test it.

we do it and speed shops want it badly

bja

Olympus This is the winning idea and a lot of people want it it's just that they're not making it if they find someone making it they're gonna order it.

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spacecadetspe · 2 years ago

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Dec. 15, 2023

Thor came to visit me. He thanked me heartily for helping Thrúd during her trial, and told me there would be a banquet in Asgard before the solstice. But, unfortunately, that wasn't the reason he visited.

There is very little lore about Mođi, and his brother often speaks for him... or over him. And Thor finally revealed why. Mođi, like his brother, uses berserker practices, like many Asgardians. And, during one such rage, he tapped into the rainbow fire. He began seeing the same runes Odin witnessed in his nine days hung from Yggdrasil.

Odin became concerned. And, as Odin does, he put a limit on Mođi's abilities; that he should not be able to speak or use Bifrost magic outside of Valhalla.

However, since Odin's death, the curse has been weakening... And Mođi has been threatening to unleash that infinite rage on the cosmos. So Thor came to implore me to intervene.

Morpheus insisted on going with me, as did Phobetor and Phantasos. At least they're not bickering every time they get together anymore.

"Give it time," said Morpheus.

Thrúd was in on it, and led us to the gates of Valhalla, where Sigrun guarded the gates. She demanded to know my most noteworthy battle, and there have been so very many...

I told her my greatest battle had been with myself. That there were aspects I cut out with my own hands; some that I redeemed, and some that wet my blade.

She asked to see the blades that did the deeds, and reluctantly, I complied. She took a step back when I brought out the Reckoning. But she complied and let me in.

We could hear Mođi's voice all the way from the entrance, reciting the wisdom of Odin. Arenas, training grounds, and battlefields paved the way to the entrance of Valhalla, and Bifrost magic filled the air.

And what a welcome we received when we arrived at the grand hall! Berserkers surrounded us, each sizing us up, ready to go. An as exciting as I find these battles, having one here was not on my to-do list. And luckily for me, Thrúd stepped in to keep the peace... for the moment. And Ingrid came to meet us before we went further in.

Mođi's door was locked with some beautifully complex rune magic.

"How are we going to get in?" Ingrid asked.

"How do you change a 'V' to an 'A'?" I asked.

Ingrid thought about it, and then hesitantly went into detail about the line structure.

"That's typically what I do," I said. And with that, I broke the lock.

Mođi was already in his glamour.

"You brought... so many of them," he said, his glowing eyes never quite meeting mine. He was referring to the afterimages of all the aspects of me, as well as the presences of the stars that support me. In conversation, he told me that he saw no course forward except to obtain the throne of Asgard. "Do you stand in my way?"

"I care nothing for your little throne," I said. "I am an order bringer. All I care about is whether you will go the way of Odin. So are you with me, or in the way of me doing my job?"

I never got an answer, and he took his berserkers and began the march to Asgard.

I left to warn Thor, who met me at the gates. Heimdallr doubled over in agony as Mođi approached, as did each and every denizen within his range.

Ingrid was only just holding him off, but I told her to stand down. I'd take care of this. I commanded her to take the dream gods and shield them, and began channeling Mother.

She told me that Mođi certainly had a piece of her, but it was corrupted. I wasn't sure how that could happen, but apparently it has. She kept Mođi from attacking Thor right away, at least. She even had me multiply Father's divine weapon to keep the peace!

When pressed, the younger god revealed that he identified as the Wrath of the Ages, an astral guide bent on revenge. And that gave me an idea. Thor took charge, and distracted Mođi while I revealed the Ire of the Ages... and laid the blade flat across Mođi's back.

The strength went out of him, and he collapsed where he and his father had fought.

Thor was beside himself. He blames himself fully for the rage Mođi has suffered for thousands of years. He needs time to process, and thankfully, he has plenty of time to do it.

In other news, I believe I've discovered that one of my mortal friendships has another link to the metaphysical. He believes himself to be Fenrir, or perhaps some other combination of mythological wolves. And he's asked that I help him rein in the monster in him, which means he needs to stay in the forge for an extended period.

I'll have to ask several stars for their aid in this... I'm not sure how it will go. He's such an emotional roller coaster, and I can't do this. I can't let him drag me into his pity party every time he needs me. So... I find myself at a standstill, emotionally. I'm helping him, but I'm tired of the ups and downs, and my empathy is already pretty badly damaged. So I hold him at arms' length, and let him muddle in his pity party until he's ready to take a step forward.

This feels like another long week in the making...

#mythology and folklore #magic #trauma #dreams #norse mythology

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lelliefant · 3 years ago

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Here’s my theory on Loki’s “death” in The Dark World.

1. First, it’s not possible to create an illusion directly involving another person without their cooperation.

When Loki created the illusion that he’d cut off Thor’s arm, Thor was playing along. It was part of their plan to fool the Dark Elves, and it worked because Thor wasn’t lifting Mjolnir with that hand, or throwing it, or doing something else that would break the illusion or show it to be false.

So, when we see Loki get stabbed through the chest by The Cursed baddie, he really got stabbed. In the chest. The Cursed would not have collaborated with Loki to fake his death; they were in a real life-and-death struggle to kill each other.

2. Second, when Loki was dying in Thor’s arms, we saw something we’ve never seen before; his face mottled and turned grey.

We’ve seen a lot of Jotun and Aesir die in the MCU, but none of them underwent this kind of face mottling in their death throes. So, what was this? …

3. Loki is a sorcerer—the greatest sorcerer of Asgard, according to Kevin Feige.

This is Asgard, where magic is everywhere, and even Thor has some magical powers of his own. The greatest sorcerer of Asgard would be exceptionally powerful indeed.

We still haven’t seen the full extent of MCU Loki’s powers because he’s been deliberately underpowered to fit into the storylines of other characters.

(Now, let’s play along, Lellie) We haven’t seen the full extent of Loki’s powers because, as we learn in the Loki series, he, himself doesn’t know how powerful he is.

Also, remember, we are dealing with the sly and cagey God of Lies and Mischief. It’s not his way to put all his cards on the table, and he benefits from being underestimated by his enemies.

4. Loki was born a Jotun (Frost Giant).

We’ve seen him use Frost Giant powers (in Thor 1), both freezing Heimdall with the Cask of Ancient Winters and resisting the burning touch of a Jotun warrior.

We’ve seen other Frost Giants use additional powers; most notably, the ability to freeze their limbs so that ice weapons extend from their hands.

So, what do these points tell us?

Loki really was mortally wounded when the Cursed Dark Elf stabbed him through the chest.

Something strange happened to Loki when he was dying in Thor’s arms; something that flushed all color out of his face.

Loki was capable of using sorcery or some Jotun power to freeze his own body.

Loki, as a Jotun, was capable of surviving having his body frozen.

When you freeze a liquid, it turns to ice. Loki was dying of blood loss, and perhaps cardiac arrest. Since Loki was capable of turning his blood to ice, he stopped the blood loss.

Ice cold is a preservative. That’s why we have refrigerators and freezers. It’s a well known fact that freezing an amputated body part protects it from decay and improves the chances of a successful reattachment.

So, faced with death, Loki deliberately froze himself to save his own life, perhaps anticipating that Thor would have the sense to bring him to an Aesir physician, where his wound could be healed. (But Thor didn’t.)

In the cold of winter, many animals hibernate. Their body temperature drops and they fall asleep. Their heartbeat slows down, so their bodies use very little energy and can survive without food for months.

Suppose Loki went into a hibernative state—not dead, but deeply asleep. Suppose he was able to work magic, even in this state, and was able to slowly knit his wound back together.

Thor left Loki behind as a massive sandstorm approached on the Dark World. Suppose the storm covered Loki’s body in a protective mound of sand, just like a muskrat hibernating in a hole.

All Loki needed was enough time to heal himself before the Einherjar (Asgardian soldiers) found him and provided the means for him to return to Asgard in disguise.

Loki didn’t fake his death on the Dark World. He managed to save himself through his own quick wits and sorcery. And Thor was too stupid to realize what Loki was doing and too self-absorbed to think about what could have happened to Loki, rather than assuming Loki had deliberately faked his death.

No wonder Loki didn’t advertise the fact that he’d survived.

#loki #marvel #tom hiddleston #loki deserved better #loki series #Thor #is a bonehead #Jotun #the dark world #frost giant Loki #mcu #disney+#god of mischief #avengers #loki deserves better

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heleciacrow · 3 years ago

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Set Up

Warnings : None.

A little set of ideas. Arranged marriage was never raised to Heimdall's ears, especially, he never cared about anyone at all. With that being said, Odin suddenly announced to him that he has someone set up to marry him, even though Heimdall would refuse to accept it. What would Heimdall do to make sure that his All Father would withdraw this proposal?

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Being married to the God of Foresight is something that you never knew would happen. Much to your own dismissed retort back and forth with your husband has never occurred to the fact he would marry you, simple village woman what ought to be a spec of dust and nothing more.

And we shall see how you and Heimdall started to marry one another, cause even Thor himself cannot believe that someone so gentle and kind like you would love someone like him, an arrogant, egocentrical, jerk and asshole of Aesir God himself. Let's go back a little, shall we?

Flashback:

The time that you met was unexpected since Odin would send him to check the village outside of the wall and there he found you to be somewhat alluring, he ignored the first few times you tried to interact with him and left you without saying a word, perhaps a bit of an insult here and there, yet you tend to laugh at his words and return them with a smile.

He hated to be at the bottom, he always aims for the top just to show he is capable of not losing his wits when he meets people, especially mortals like you. Many would have just left once he arrived on his daily patrol around the village and most would just go on their way and try not to think anything disrespectful towards the Aesir God. They know better themselves that angering Heimdall was never a good idea at all.

But the days of his quiet mind, he would pass by your small cottage home, tending plants and herbs that seem to bloom beautifully each time he comes around. At the top of it all, he never seems to understand how they would bloom even when the season is not right for the flowers he finds. He would see you humming softly while placing another one next to the other and you gently caress the leaves as if it was pulling him into you. You never thought you would be watched by God himself but again, even your own parents would remind you that it's better not to look at him nor stare at his eyes to avoid any trouble. And somehow, walking around the area where you live became his daily route whenever he comes down from the wall. He even tries to read your mind, trying to see who you really are but alas, all he can see is either a tune repeating in your head or some constant greeting to the flowers that bloom on certain days.

One time, he caught you greeting a little bud close to opening and yet he finds it confusing that he let out that intrusive thoughts that made you squeak in surprise "did the bud greet you back, Mortal?" He tried to sound cocky or at least annoying as he usually is but his words only came out as a soft tease towards you. You found yourself standing from your spot as soon as your eyes met his. You froze on the spot and stuttered in fear that you might have caused something for him to you. He heard your thoughts and shook his head as he laughed at your reaction "Is this how you greet a god? You silence?" He didn't intend to sound arrogant but the way he instantly shifts your gaze away from him and makes him raise his eyebrow in question "what? No tongue for you to speak, Mortal." You look back at him shock and bow to show your respect "My apologies, Heimdall. I'm just surprised that you would speak to someone like me." Your voice is quite soft, almost sounding like a whistle of the wind. It's calm but also with fear. He approached you, hand still to his side before he spoke "raise your head." And you did, once again staring at his beautiful eyes. "I-is there something that you need, Sir?" But he did not say a word, he just stared at you and saw what you had in mind. "Dear me, you think I'm beautiful?" Your eyes widened in surprise, you let your thoughts flow "Y-yes... Very." Heimdall can tell that you're genuine with your words before he spreads his arms open "Well, go on, feast your eyes on me. You won't see this everyday after all." Your soft praise somehow fed his ego and pride, smirking at you before he turned away "How intriguing." He muttered, he did not wait for you to respond and just pridefully walked back inside the wall. He might have found something interesting indeed.

Few days later

At the Mead Hall, everyone gathered there when All Father had something to discuss, even with the busy schedule he had, he always found a way to assemble the family at least once in a while. As they talked about the task he gave to everyone, Odin turned his attention to Heimdall "I have something to tell. And I think it's time for you to know it." Heimdall being the loyal one to Odin quickly faced his father with anticipation "What is it, All Father?"

Everyone seems to notice the long pause from their father, his hand reaching Heimdall's shoulder "I have had to arrange for someone to marry you." This made Thor choke on his mead before he turned his head to Heimdall and gave him a hard slap on the back but Heimdall was quick to dodge it but still in shock from what he just heard "Marry? All Father, I do not need anyone to marry me." Trying to convince his father not to pursue his arrangement but Odin is not having any of it "No, it is time for you to procreate a child, you have to. Or you'll end up lonely forever." Thor laughed, but Heimdall is grudgingly glared at his half-brother "Well, you are not exactly a good father and husband. Pace yourself before you speak, brother." He sneered "That's enough you two. And Heimdall, I am not taking your tantrum today as I already spoke with the parents of the woman you're marrying now, behave." He wants to scream, pleading to his father not to set him up with anyone to marry. But of course, Odin just told him off and he cannot do anything about it before Heimdall walked off angry.

He stayed at the top of the wall after that, thinking about what Odin said "Marry? Me? That's ridiculous... Why would Father even do this? I don't need anyone..." Does he really look that lonely? Well, he blames the others, he never liked them, he can see their true self, they will lie to him, and he will be able to tell. And getting him someone to marry is never going to happen.

"Unless..."

The next day, he went down again to see you. There you are tending your flowers again, and did not even dare to announce his approach. Your head turn to find him there standing before he takes your hand and drag out of your garden and carefully push you somewhere hidden. You remain quiet, well he put his hand over your mouth so you can't really say a word even though you are shocked. When Heimdall is done checking and making sure no one is around, he look back at you and scoff "I am not taking pleasure of this. Now, listen to what I say before you speak, Mortal." You nod, he paused for a moment to study your features, your eyes wavering nervously, your lips quivering as soon his hand left it and the way your body being squeezed between him and the wall behind you somewhat made you small, he likes it. But he brushed off the last part from his mind before he step back to give you time to collect yourself, your hands clamp together on your chest, they way it raise up and down made him think other explicit things in his mind, oh how he loves seeing your little mind race with many and yet he dare not to say a word about it. You tried to avoid looking at his intruding eyes but it went all silent of your plead when he gently put his index finger under your chin, making you look at him as he wears his signature arrogant smirk. "Now, that you're alone with me, I have a word with you." His voice have you breathe in, as if right there and then, he would swallow you whole but you remain yourself calm and flutter your eyes to focus on his words "I am in need of your service, Mortal."

You waited for him to continue, not really knowing what's going on "I need your presence with me inside Asgard but don't get excited yet, you will be serving under me. Of course, temporarily." "Serve you? In...what way, Sir?" Ah yes that voice of yours pouring like a beautiful melody, Heimdall, stop. You're not falling for it. He took a step back again, looking up at the wall as he explained everything to you, and you listen closely to everything. Your response are mostly a nod and a hum with understand and once he was done, he turn to look at you again. He can tell you're getting where he's coming from all of it "I see... You wanted me to pretend to be your lover?" "Yes. And of course you'll be rewarded generously. If you don't do it, then I might have your family be enslave to trolls." He did not intend to threaten you for not agreeing but somehow, he reads your mind that you're contemplating it "But... It's All Father's wishes for you... Why would you refuse to follow it? I'm sorry if I'm sounding-" "no, you're not offending me. But thing here is, I do not need anyone to marry. I'm alright as it is, I'm the only one needed and no one else." He sound so sure about his own words, and you do not disagree at all. He's been the loyal watchman of Odin and seeing him struggling to convince his father that he doesn't need anyone else is his life.

Only a matter of time for Heimdall to return and he needs answers as soon as possible from you "Speak, Mortal. I'm giving you a chance to live in luxury." You frown, you really don't want to do what he wanted you to do and yet here you are being read like a book by him, Heimdall groaned annoyingly at your indecisive mind before he roll his eyes "Make up your mind already, I don't have all day." "But... Out of all people, sir... Why me?" Heimdall stop from his little rant and look back at you. Why you? Of course you would ask that, he crossed his arms as a matter of fact towards you and point everywhere "Have you seen anyone talk to me ever since I stepped foot on this filty village of yours? No one. Consider yourself lucky, because you got the privilege to speak to me about this matter." There he is again, forgetting that he's trying to be a noble man, offering this prestigious offer towards a mortal like you and yet you're questioning it "I see... Um... I need to speak with my parents about this first... So if yo-," "no, I don't think that's necessary." He cut you off, but you insist on speaking with them before anything and you immediately walk back to your small home with Heimdall following you.

You open the door for him to enter, and he notice how neat everything inside, it's not much but it is cozy and warm. Like his own house that was build next to the wall. So similar but different in some aspects here and there. You were calling for your parents to come down and once they arrived, they gasped in shock to find Heimdall standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and boredom showing on his face. They are quick to give their respect towards him and he can see their mind as he laughed "Oh please, no need to fret. I am simply here because I need your daughter to come with me." Your mother look over to you, who seems to be unprepared to the outcome "On...what matter has she done to anger you, sir Heimdall?" Your father asked "she's a very vigorous young woman, and she doesn't speak to me in terms of agreement. So here we are for me to ask for your daughter's hand." Your mother started to weep, you immediately held her in your arms and your hand trying to sooth her "That's not what's going on... Heimdall simply wish to take me in to live in Asgard as requested." You explained, a little white lie. You're not really gonna tell them the truth and Heimdall sigh inside "Please, not our precious daughter, she's the only one we have..." "Oh please, you all think I'm going to sacrifice your daughter to some ogre. She will be in service of me. Now, I don't want to hear your babbling about this. And you." He looked at you "start packing up. I don't have all day, like I already said." Without waiting for you, he turn to exit your home. Your mother and father hugging you as they cry "what did you do for him to take you? Please tell us what's going on!" Your mother sob, your father glare at the door where Heimdall left to "That bastard thinks he can own you like that! He can't! Over my dead body!" From outside, they heard him speak "I can do that too if you like!" Both of your parents held you tighter as your mother whine softly in fear and hearing them made Heimdall laughed from the other side of the door. You push yourself off them gently and your gaze was gently scanning their faces "mother...father... I will be fine. As he said that it will be temporary. I think it's a good opportunity too. Who knows? Maybe if I do a good job we can live inside the wall with the Gods." You tried your best to cheer them up, no matter how much they wanted to keep you in, they can tell you're willing to go with Heimdall.

From the outside, he can hear them crying more. Not really liking it at all, he just turn off his ability to not hear those annoying sobs and just wait for you come out of your house.

After a while, you finally got them agreeing to let you go. Of course, your mother is still skeptical with everything but then as a parent, they still wanted to support to whatever you think will be good for you "But you will visit, right?" Your mother asked, handling you that bag where she put some of your necessities. Taking it from her, you sighed "I will, of course! Don't worry, I'll bring some gifts for you two when I do. I'll be fine." Cupping your face while your mother caress your cheeks, she lean to kiss your forehead and rest hers there "And if anything bad happen, do not hesitate to return home. Promise, you'll be safe." Your hand found hers, gently taking them off from your face as you stare at her lovingly while your father stands at your door frame "I promise, mother. I'll be safe. I have to go, I don't want Heimdall waiting for too long as he must be irritated outside." After hugging them both, you head towards the door with them behind you, watching you stepping out of your home. Watching their only child leaving with the Aesir God.

"Finally." Heimdall said as soon he sees you coming out and move away from the wall he was leaning on with boredom "Well, since you're here already, let's go. I'm tired already just for waiting." Walking ahead, you wave good bye to your parents before following the God of Foresight.

Looking up to the wall that seems to grow the more you get closer to it, Heimdall took your bag and throw it away "Hey! Those are my things!" "Shush, you won't be needing those rags. You can have prettier once in there. Now, silence." But you did not pay heed to his words and went to pick up your bag, he watched you do so and frown "I said-" "I know what you said... But what I have in this bag is not just clothes... They're my possession to keep, Sir... So please, I want to keep them with me." He stares at you for a moment to see any malice in your thoughts but when he found that you're being real, he roll his eyes and turn his back to you "Fine, keep your rags. Now get on before I drag you here."

Once stepping to the platform that leads back to the wall top, you watch as your village starting to minimize from your sight. Your eyes searching for your house and notice how small it is from the distance.

What does Asgard has for you? Will you be able to survive?

(Will be taking for part2)

#heimdall gow #god of war #gow heimdall x reader #god of war ragnarok #fanfiction

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frostironfudge · 3 years ago

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🎟 - childhood best friends realize their feelings after a scary situation with loki please 🥰

You’re My Light

Pairing: Loki x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: non canon compliant at all and idk where to place it lol lets say before thor 1, fluff, mild angst, warzone, some violence, mutual pining, some gore, fluff, reader has a nickname given by Loki - ‘Lys’ (its meaning is explained as you read)

A.N: hi lovely nonnie, thank you for sending in this request, i have decided to go with a gender neutral reader for this, i hope you enjoy it and thank you for participating in ‘frositonfudge’s funfair’! it means alot!

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The palace has a chill to it. As you walk through the floors. Keeping eyes out for anything suspicious. When Heimdall had requested your presence on Bifrost after the cavalry under Thor’s leadership had left for the troubled realm, you were beyond worried.

The lack of noise, still ate at your heart. Still ate at the entirety of the beating organ, that harboured worry for one individual only.

You clamber up the stairs, a final look behind you, as you venture deeper into the palace.

The first floor consists of a foyer, leading to corridors that harbour rooms at various distances. The is dim lighting from the floating candles casts a warm glow. Almost reminiscent of how he had conjured the— you stop yourself from thinking about him.

Even though your heart and mind know it will fail to do so, everything returns back to him. Everything brighter because of him.

Unoccupied room after unoccupied room. They fill your being with calm and worry.The thought crosses your mind as you traverse to the next corridor, light on your feet, sword drawn close.

You hear a breath, pausing your movements, waiting for the creature or any survivor to turn the corner.

Grip tightened around your sword, you draw in a quiet breath. Not allowing the snickers and insults Frandal and Sif threw your way during training about being weak to get to you.

Your mind brought forth Loki, your best friend since childhood, running around in the palace corridors. Sneaking into the vault and admiring the trinkets Odin would collect.

Loki showing his magic to you, conjuring flowers, conjuring your favourite sweet treats. Making you laugh on the days where all you wanted to do was cry.

When you both would go into the library and find Midgardian literature to read in the quiet company of each other.

Your mind calms. Loki is a source of calm for you. Safety, synonymous with him. With his presence. His wit, his smile, his kindness. His fierceness. Him.

“Lys.” His voice carrying your given nickname washes over you, your sword lowers. Loki stands before you confused at your presence here. This escapade did not warrant your presence.

“What are you doing here?” He whispers, walking till you’re in the room you had deemed cleared moments ago.

The urge to pull him into your arms, itches at your skin.

“I’m here to help this realm, on All-father’s orders. Heimdall said further help is required.” You mutter, you wait for his concern to wash over you.

“We have it handled, Heimdall should not have sought you out.” Loki presses, worry lacing his voice. He didn’t want you hurt.

“Loki, I can help, I can fight.” You reason, this close to stomping your foot as if a toddler and not a fully trained warrior in your own right.

“I am not insinuating that you cannot fight, I simply am worried for your wellbeing.” He reasons.

“If you are worried it indicates you do not trust my abilities, Loki.” You glare at him, he shakes his head.

“I trust your abilities more than my own.” His words are laced with something deeper before your can decipher it he continues to speak.

“Stay beside me. We shall cover this floor together, Thor and Frandal are on the east tower, Sif has taken to the south tower, if there are any survivors of this realm we need to take them to refuge.” He explains, further about the type of attacks that render the creatures ravaging this realm dead.

He shows you the moves and then has you swiftly practice. Praising your quick learning and eyes lingering on your skin as heat flushes across at your shyness to the praise.

His heart grips at him, aching to mutter the words. When Heimdall announced more manpower is coming their way in different areas he had hoped you wouldn’t be one of them but he had also hoped if you were then you would be placed nearer to him.

Once you repeat everything correctly, only then he guides you out, retracing your steps till the turn, the corridor extends in either direction and forwards.

“I—,”

“Stay here.” He cuts you off.

“Loki.” Your glare hardens, he was being unreasonable.

“Lys, please.” His voice waivers, green eyes tracing over you.

“We will help these people.” You try to make him understand.

“Stay here, let me clear the corridor, then we’ll go the other way.” He bargains and you bite the inside of your cheek.

“Please.” he adds and you nod.

Loki gives you one more glance before turning back and moving down the corridor, checking the rooms. You keep watch, he enters and exits rooms. Your heart races when he enters and calms when he returns unscathed.

As he enters a room, a scream ripples from your side of the corridor.

You pay no heed to Loki’s warning call, easily finding the door. A mother and her child backed away in the corner. The ghastly creature looming over them, black tendrils seeping the sludge onto the floor.

One hooked arm moves forward, you charge towards it, Loki’s instructions in your head clear as crystal. You micmic the moves he taught and the creature falls.

“Go, to the other other room—,” Your words are cut off as you’re thrown to the opposite side of the room. Your sword falls inches out of reach.

You huff, the creature slowly makes its way to you.

Your only sigh of relief is when you watch the mother and child move out of the room. You knew Loki would protect them.

You crawl towards your weapon, but one decaying arm wraps around your ankle, the sludge causing your armour to start to melt.

Your fingers brush at the sword’s handle and you almost feel the heat on your leg.

When it stops, the squelch of the creature’s head falling registers in your ears.

Loki pants standing behind the now fallen creature, then his anger filled green eyes fall upon you.

“What did I tell you?” he yells, you wince,

“Tell me, Lys, what did I tell you?” he questions again, stepping over the unmoving body. His voice has grown dark, so have his eyes. His breathing still uneven.

“Stay in my place…” You mumble, he nods.

“What did you do?” He runs a hand through his hair, you bite your lip.

“What did you do instead, Lys?” He raises one brow and his voice cracks. He never wanted to see you in trouble, never wanted to ever have you face life or death.

When he saw the mother and child run out, they told him about you. His heart in his throat. He was so worried and so angry, how could you go in without his back up?

“I didn’t… Loki they needed help.” You reason, he kneels, checking your ankle for injury, he breathes when only your armour is the damaged aspect.

He moves his hand over the worn armour, you watch in awe as his seiðr gives a soft green glow. Your armour manifests again as if damage was never done. You stand up as he offers you his hand.

“Your abilities never cease to amaze me.” You murmur, but he doesn’t smile, Loki remains lost in thought.

“Do you know what the world is, without light?” He questions, his anger slowly fading. His hand cups your chin, making you meet his gaze.

“Full of darkness,” You answer, he always would ask this question randomly.

“Do you know what ‘Lys’ means?” Green burns into your eyes, as he searches for something within you. This was his second random question.

“Light…” You whisper, throat thick, when it suddenly clicks in your head.

“Then how can you be putting my light at risk to leave me in darkness?” He whispers, the pain in his voice wraps around your heart.

“Loki…” Your voice is thick, the way his eyes pool with unshed tears, your own brim.

“I cannot bear to be without you, I’ve held my tongue. No more. I cannot allow another moment for you to live without the knowledge of my love for you that I have held in my heart since the day I showed you my first piece of magic and you did not treat me any different. You saw me for me, I fell in love with my best friend.” Loki keeps admitting, his forehead against your own.

“Loki, I—,”

“You do not need to say it, if you—,”

“I love you too, I fell in love with my best friend too.” You cut him off and then his lips are on every part of your face, your forehead, temples, cheeks, nose, chin. Coaxing laughter from you. He finally smiles as well. The moment his lips press to your own, you can taste the salt of your mixed tears, Loki holds you close.

When your lips part, Loki strokes your cheek, the smile on his face is a memory you will cherish.

“I was so worried, when Heimdall sent out the call, I thought—,” You close your eyes, the painful thought still too much to even consider.

“I wished he would not have sent for you, but I also wished if he did he would place you beside me.” he kisses your eyelids.

You meet his gaze after his lips leave their memory upon your skin, full of admiration and love.

“I want to kiss you again.” he confesses, you chuckle.

“We have work, Loki.” You cup his jaw, “We evacuated our designated area.” He shrugs, tilting his head closer to yours, you meet him halfway hands on his shoulders helping your stand on your tip-toes.

“One kiss only.” You warn, he gives you one of his mischievous grins.

“We’ll see about that, my Lys.” He assures, lips once again meeting your own.

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