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profoundtyrantharmony · 13 days ago

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Shopping Spree

Title: Shopping Spree

Pairing: Thor Odinson x F!Reader (platonic) and Loki Laufeyson x F!Reader (platonic)

Rating: General

Word Count: 819

Tags: Fluff and nothing else.

Written For: @comfortember

Day 9: Day Out

Beta(s): None

You hum to yourself as you apply the finishing touches to your outfit. It's a warm summer day, and you just happen to have it off. Working as Tony's assistant comes with a lot of responsibilities, of which you don't mind, but it's also nice when you can take a break.

Yesterday was pay day and it's been a while since you've been shopping. It'll be nice to peruse the local shops and buy a few things to add to your wardrobe.

You head towards the tower's garage, passing through the main common room along the way. You're just about to the elevators when the doors open, your two favorite Asgardians stepping out to greet you.

"Hello, Y/N! Have you seen Tony? I wanted to ask if he could upgrade my brother's suit."

You look between them and smile warmly, "he's at a press conference right now, but should be back in a couple of hours."

Loki takes note of your casual look and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.

"Where are you off to on this nice day, darling?"

"Oh," you blush at his nickname, but you always do around these two, "I was just going to do some window shopping. Possibly buy a couple of things for my closet if I see anything I like."

Thor tilts his head to the side, "window shopping? You want to put windows in your closet?"

You giggle and shake your head. Sometimes you forget that these two still aren't used to all of the slang terms that are normal to someone like you.

"No, it's um...not actual windows. It means...," you stop, an idea popping into your head. "Hey! Why don't you guys come with me? I could use the company."

They nod and follow you down to your car. You unlock it and motion for them to get in. You climb in the driver's seat and try not to chuckle at the two Gods squeezed next to each other in the backseat.

"I could fly us to our destination, you know," Thor declares and Loki rolls his eyes.

"I know you can, but I think it'll be good for you two if we take the longer way. Plus, I'm a good driver, and you two can look at the scenery on our way there."

It only takes fifteen minutes to get to the outdoor mall, and soon the three of you are walking along the sidewalks. You pass a boutique and in the front bay window are three mannequins dressed in fashionable clothing. You grab their arms and point, a smile on your face.

"Okay, do you see how this window has outfits on display?" They nod and you continue. "This is what I meant by window shopping. People will often walk by and look at the things that shop owners have displayed in their storefront windows and decide if they want to buy anything or not."

You look up at both of them dressed in their fine Asgardian armor and chew on your lip thoughtfully, another idea popping into your mind.

"You know...I was just going to get myself a new outfit, but I think we should get you two something to wear too! Call it a Midgardian gift from me!"

Loki looks at you warily, "I don't know, Y/N..."

"I thought you liked our clothing, love," Thor adds.

"Oh, come on! Of course, I love your outfits! They're beautiful. I just...I think it'll be fun to see you two in something a little more...casual."

The brothers look at one another for a moment, a silent conversation happening in the span of a few seconds before they look back down at you.

"Alright," Loki states matter-of-factly, "where do we start?"

Three stores and eight outfit changes later, all of you had a new outfit picked out and bought.

You found a pair of light denim jeans and paired them with a black t-shirt and gray jacket for Thor, while Loki settled on an all black tailored suit with a matching tie.

You stand with your hands on your hips admiring your work and smile brightly, "I have to say, you two look absolutely amazing in these new clothes. How do they feel?"

Thor touches the fabric of the shirt for a moment and then looks down at you happily. "Your Midgardian clothing is quite comfortable, Y/N. Thank you for taking my brother and I window shopping."

You giggle and turn to Loki who's sporting one of his famous smirks, "I agree with Thor, this suit fits me quite well. I think I'll buy a few more for future occasions. Although, there is one more thing I'd like from you, darling."

You raise an eyebrow and he glances at his brother before turning back to you.

"Next time, my brother and I get to style you in the finest Asgardian leather and armor."

Tagging: @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @brandyywar @nerdygingermoose88

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profoundtyrantharmony · 14 days ago

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Can't Wake a Sleeping Beast

Word count: 3,800

Pairing: Various (Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor, Clint, Nat, Bucky, Loki) x female reader (all platonic, although Loki has a crush on you because I CAN'T HELP MYSELF DAMNIT 😂😂)

Warnings: None I can think of - mild swearing maybe?

So normally I don't write for this many characters, but I wrote a slightly modified version of this prompt requesting a fic with the six original Avengers, Bucky, and Loki trying to wake a sleeping reader. I don't specify below that the reader is the youngest of the team, but you are welcome to assume so as you read! 😊

(Also - there's no good casual gifs of the entire team, so... please accept this gif from the trip to the shwarma place at the end of Avengers 😂)

"Are you ready for the most exciting sporting event in history?!"

You plunked yourself down on the sofa beside Loki, grinning enthusiastically. Your upbeat tone was a stark contrast to your eyes, however. With puffy, darkened circles under your eyelids and a tinge of redness to the once white-colored outer edges of your eyes, it was obvious you were absolutely exhausted.

"Agent... how much sleep did you get last night?" Loki asked knowingly. You scowled at his chastising.

"I got plenty of sleep. I'm fine."

"Really? Because your eyes are telling me otherwise."

"Hey!" You folded your arms indignantly across your chest.

"I know you're not from Earth and all, but that's no way to speak to a lady," Steve chimed in as he and Bucky entered the common room, both taking a seat on an empty sofa. Loki rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"I simply mean to say that you appear to be very tired. And I know you have a tendency to overwork yourself into the young hours of the morning."

Your cheeks blossomed with color as your hardened expression faltered. "I went to bed plenty early enough, thank you very much. Plus, I slept in this morning."

"Oh? And what time did you awaken, then?"

"8AM."

"And what time did you go to sleep?"

You hesitated, taking a moment to think. "4AM."

Tony had just walked in at that moment, snorting in amusement. "Wow. That's even later than I went to bed. And that's saying something."

"You're not helping," you muttered, narrowing your eyes at the billionaire. "Anyway... can we please stop harping on my sleeping habits and get ready to watch the first game?"

"Are you certain you'll even be capable of staying awake?" Loki chided.

"For the World Cup? Absolutely. I wouldn't miss this for anything."

"Ten bucks says she falls asleep by halftime," Tony goaded, smirking at you from his armchair across the room. You scoffed, refusing to offer him a verbal response.

"Agent - you are well aware that once you fall asleep, it is nearly impossible to awaken you?" Loki teased.

"I will not fall asleep!"

Loki snickered. "Whatever you say."

You had been ranting about the upcoming World Cup for months now. Most sports were rather boring to you, but soccer games always had you on your feet cheering for your favorite team. Your enjoyment of the sport had rubbed off on your teammates - even Loki found himself interested in watching the games, finding it amusing how little protective gear these Midgardians would wear despite how violent the game could get.

And, perhaps, part of him just enjoyed the sport because you enjoyed it.

As the first game was beginning, Thor burst into the common room with a frantic expression on his face.

"Have I missed the coin toss?!" he fretted.

"Nah, you're just in time, big guy," Steve assured, chuckling as Thor's face melted with relief.

"Where are the others?" he queried as he took the seat on the opposite side of you on the sofa.

"Oh, they'll be in and out I'm sure," Tony responded flippantly.

"Bruce and Clint don't appreciate soccer as much as we do," you griped. "And Nat had a couple errands to run before she could join us."

"Agent!" Thor's attention suddenly turned to you, his brows furrowed with worry. "You appear to be exhausted! Are you alright?"

"Ah-ah - don't mention how tired she looks," Tony warned, whispering loudly enough for you to hear. "She gets grumpy when you talk about it."

"Alright, I'm ignoring all of you." You crossed your arms once again, leaning back against the sofa.

The first game finally began, and the room fell silent as everyone watched the initial kickoff intently. Intermittently, there would be a chorus of shouting as the favored team got close to the opponent's goal. Notably, you suddenly stopped joining in on the hollering about halfway through the first half. Loki hadn't expected you to fall asleep that quickly, but he didn't dare look at you to find out, for fear you'd become sour again.

And then your head suddenly slumped over onto Loki's shoulder.

"Are you awake, darling?" he whispered, turning his head to look down at your face. Your eyes were shut, your breathing slow and steady with a slight raspy snoring undertone. The sight was simply adorable.

"You weren't kidding about her being tired," Bucky observed at the end of the half, gazing at you incredulously as you snored away against Loki's shoulder. Tony clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Where's my ten bucks? I called it!"

"Shh! You'll wake the young maiden, Stark!" Thor scolded in a hushed tone. Loki laughed at that, earning a glare from his brother. "Do you not care that she is clearly exhausted?"

"No, no it isn't that. I just find it amusing that you believe a simple clapping noise would be enough to wake her," Loki chuckled. "The girl sleeps like the dead. It's near impossible to wake her."

"And how would you know that?" Steve asked warily. Loki felt an involuntary wave of heat rush to his face at the implication.

"I've come across her napping in the common areas of the tower before. Believe me - it's very difficult to wake her."

It was true - Loki tended to wander the tower at late hours of the evening, much later than any of the others. On numerous occasions, he'd found you sleeping on the sofa, or napping with your forehead pressed against your forearms at the kitchen table, having attempted to stay up too late to watch a film or get some work done and passed out before you could drag yourself to bed.

At first, he'd simply let you be. What should it matter to him where you slept? Clearly you managed to get yourself to bed eventually, as you were never in the same spot the following morning. Perhaps you enjoyed napping for a bit before heading off to bed for the evening?

Then Loki began to realize that the nights he discovered you sleeping outside of your bedroom were the nights you'd overworked yourself. Hours upon hours in the training room... pouring over blueprints and maps in preparation for a mission... even just completing your paperwork sometimes took precedence over sleep in your list of priorities. So he began to try to wake you whenever he found you sleeping in a position that appeared uncomfortable.

The problem was - nothing would get you to wake up.

It was clear you were still living - you were always breathing (often snoring, in fact) so Loki didn't fear something terrible had happened to you. But nothing he attempted could ever get you to awaken. Eventually, he'd simply taken to just scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to your room to put you to bed.

He imagined you must become confused those mornings that followed, finding yourself tucked into your own sheets despite never having brought yourself there in the first place. So, eventually, he told you the truth. Since then, it'd become a sort of joke between the pair of you - Loki teased you for sleeping like a corpse, and you teased him right back for having so much concern over where you slept. It was enough to make him feel confident that you didn't mind him looking after you on those nights.

"She will surely injure her neck if she sleeps like that for long," Thor worried, observing the way your head was tilted awkwardly to the side.

"Yes... I suppose you're right." Carefully, Loki reached around your back to grasp your shoulders, gently guiding you to lie down properly with your head resting on his leg. Thor followed suit, scooping your legs up off the floor to rest them across his own lap.

"There, now. She must be much more comfortable," Thor declared happily, patting your knee affectionately. Loki hummed in agreement.

You remained asleep through the entire second half of that first game. With a bit of a break between games, the boys began to discuss your exhaustion once again.

"She's probably gonna be really upset that she missed the first game..." Bucky pondered aloud. "We let her sleep for an hour, do you think we should try to wake her up now?"

"Good luck with that, Barnes," Loki snickered. "I'm telling you - nothing will awaken the sleeping beast."

"I don't believe it." Bucky rose to his feet, pacing over to the sofa you were resting on. Loki gazed up at him expectantly, motioning for him to try. He placed a hand on your shoulder and shook you gently for a moment. You didn't even stir.

"Honestly - is that the best you can do?" Loki taunted with a haughty laugh.

"I wanted to go easy on her." He grasped your arm with his metal hand and shook you harder, causing your head to jostle around against Loki's leg a bit.

Nothing.

"Hang on, let me try," Tony interjected, wandering over to stand beside Bucky. He knelt down in front of you, holding his hands up in front of your face before suddenly clapping them together loudly in rapid succession. "HEY! WAKE UP! GAME'S GONNA START SOON!"

Not even a flinch.

"Wow. You weren't kidding, Ice Age." Loki scowled at Tony's nickname.

"Ah, I have a thought," Thor announced with a sly grin, gaining everyone's attention. He grabbed hold of one of your ankles in his lap and swiped a finger down the sole of your socked foot. Your toes curled in response, egging him on to start scratching with all five fingers up and down your sole.

Loki watched your face intently. Your brow furrowed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth in the most adorable way. Still, your eyes remained shut, chest rising and falling rhythmically with your steady breaths.

"You might be on to something, Thor," Bucky noted as Thor relented in his attempt. He brought his fingers to your neck and fluttered them along the skin where your shoulder met your collarbone. Your shoulder shrugged up reflexively, and Bucky pulled his hand away to watch you expectantly, assuming you were waking.

Then, you turned over onto your other side, letting out a deep breathy sigh. Still asleep.

"What are you guys doing?"

The group collectively glanced up toward the sound of Nat's voice in the doorway, finding her standing with her hands on her hips accusingly. Beside her stood Clint - looking less than enthused to be watching the game; as well as Bruce - looking quite enthused about being there with Nat.

"Don't worry, Romanoff - she's been sleeping for over an hour. We just don't want her to miss all the games today," Steve assured.

"Alright. I'll allow it." She wandered into the room, standing over your sleeping form while Clint and Bruce found seats. "Hmm..." Glancing around, she suddenly walked over to Tony's seat, reaching over to the side table and plucking an ice cube from his drink.

"Hey! Do you make it a habit of taking things that aren't yours?" Tony griped. Nat merely grinned, carrying the ice cube over and dropping it down the back of your shirt.

"Oh, that's gotta work," Steve declared, watching intently to see if you'd wake.

The sudden chill of the ice certainly wasn't welcome, as evidenced by the grimace that formed on your face. Still, you didn't open your eyes even once, only shifting a bit in your sleep.

"Alright, clearly that didn't work," Loki muttered, sliding his hand down your back to guide the ice cube out from under your shirt and chucking it in Nat's direction. She shrugged, unfazed.

"Hey, I tried."

"I suggest we reserve further attempts for halftime," Thor announced. "The next game is beginning!"

Loki was genuinely torn as you continued to snore away with your head resting comfortably in his lap. He knew very well that you needed the rest, despite the fact you'd never admit it. And you looked simply adorable as you slept, which didn't help matters. But he also knew how angry you'd be with yourself if you awoke later that evening to find you'd missed the entire first day of the tournament.

Yes, perhaps at halftime they could try to wake you once again. For now, he decided to let you sleep a little longer, absently twirling strands of your hair around his fingers. A happy sigh puffed out of your nose, making his heart swell.

When the first half of the game had finished, the attention of the group turned from the television to your sleeping form once again.

"How long has she been sleeping like that?" Clint whispered.

"Don't worry about keeping your voice down - she's slept like a log since partway through the first half of the first game," Bucky explained with an incredulous laugh. "Thor, Tony and I tried to wake her up before you guys walked in."

"And she hasn't even moved?" Bruce asked.

"Not really. Thor tickled her foot and that seemed to sort of work, so I tickled her neck, and still nothing."

"Maybe you haven't found her tickle spot," Clint suggested. Nat glanced at him with raised brows. "What? It's what I call it with the kids."

"That's pretty darn adorable," she hummed affectionately. Clint's cheeks turned slightly red.

"A-anyway... here, let an expert give it a shot." He meandered over to your sofa, gazing down at you in thought. "Lila nearly wets herself laughing when I get her here..." He gently lifted your arm so he could slot his fingers into your armpit, wriggling his fingertips deep into the hollow space. A huffy breath escaped your nose as your brows knit together once again, a full-fledged smile now growing on your face. Astonishingly, you remained undeniably asleep.

"I don't think it's working," Thor stated, watching your face with a fondness in his eyes. Clint groaned disappointedly, removing his hand from under your arm.

"Damn. That always gets the kids to wake up when they're being a pain."

"Let me try, then," Nat suggested, approaching from behind Clint and giving him a teasing poke in the side. He yelped and twisted, glaring at the assassin as he returned to his own seat. Nat brought both hands down on your stomach, clawing at the soft skin through your T-shirt. The ticklish smile returned to your face, but still you did not wake. It didn't matter whether she attempted a firm scratching or a light tracing motion, you were simply too sound asleep.

"Ok, obviously she's only ticklish when she's awake," Steve observed jokingly. "What else haven't we tried? We're running out of halftime."

"Oh, oh, hang on-" Tony swiped Nat's glass of water from the table in front of her, clearly feeling he needed revenge for her theft of his ice cube. Loki gave him a fierce look as he approached you with the water glass.

"I certainly hope you aren't planning to pour that on her," he stated warningly, shooting daggers at Tony with his eyes. He shrunk back just slightly under Loki's gaze.

"No, of course not... who would do something that cruel?" He dipped his fingers into the glass of water (earning an annoyed shout from its owner) and then flicked the water at your forehead. A few cold droplets stuck to the bridge of your nose, again making you grimace slightly in your sleep. Tony sighed. "Alright, can I dump it on her now?"

"Not unless you'd like my boot up your-"

"Alright! Alright, I get it, Jack Frost!" Tony rolled his eyes, placing the glass down on the table where he'd found it before returning to your side. "Ok, kid - how about this?" His fingers dug into your ribs, kneading between the bones. It was clearly tickling you quite a bit, as your eyes and nose scrunched up in the most adorable way. And yet - you stubborn thing - you still remained asleep. Tony threw his hands up in the air in frustration after a few moments, stomping back to his seat. "I thought I had her there!"

"I'm afraid we must abandon our efforts once again - the second half is starting!" Thor announced excitedly.

"No, she's gonna be pretty mad if she wakes up to find she missed two full games," Steve groaned. "Let me try."

"Please do it quickly, soldier - I must see who wins this game!" Thor insisted. Steve paced over to the sofa where you lay, wasting no time in digging into your ribs as he'd seen Tony attempt. He squeezed your side with his other hand, clearly hoping two spots would be more effective than one.

You adorable creature - you buried your face in Loki's stomach, hiding the huge grin that had taken shape on your face. Surely you must be awake now, he assumed.

And yet, when Steve relented in his attack, your breathing returned right back to the rhythmic, steady rise and fall of deep sleep.

"Alright! I give up!" Steve declared with a laugh. "She can't complain when she wakes up - every one of us has tried."

"Bruce hasn't," Tony reminded him.

"Me?!" Bruce appeared frazzled at the suggestion. "But if you guys haven't been able to, what makes you think I could wake her up?"

"Worth a shot at least," Bucky concurred. "Any genius ideas in that big brain of yours, Banner?"

"Well, I... You guys haven't tried pinching her yet?"

Bruce withered a bit under Loki's angry glare at the suggestion.

"Relax! I wouldn't hurt her!" he assured quickly, "Physicians do it to assess neurologic function."

He rose to his feet as Loki's glare softened a bit. If it worked, at least you'd get to watch the remainder of the game. But he'd be damned if Banner would actually hurt you in any way. His eyes never left Bruce's as he knelt down beside you, taking your hand in his and pulling a pen from his pocket.

"See, this doesn't hurt that badly," he assured, pinching one of your fingers between the pen and his own thumb, careful not to apply enough pressure to earn the wrath of the god watching over you. No matter how hard he pressed, you didn't even flinch. You tenacious little thing.

Bruce slipped the pen back in his shirt pocket when he recognized it wasn't going to work.

"Uh... well, that wasn't helpful," he chuckled nervously. "Have you tried behind the knees?" He reached over and scratched at the back of your knee gently. You sleepily bent your knees to block out his access to the sensitive spot, that little smile tugging at your lips once again.

"I must request that we cease this until the game has finished," Thor insisted. "Clearly, the young agent requires additional sleep."

"You just want them to stop interrupting the game," Loki accused.

"I... yes, that would also be nice, thank you."

In a way, Loki was quite impressed that you'd managed to remain asleep throughout all of this. Even he, the God of Mischief, couldn't come up with another method to try to wake you that wasn't too cruel for him to care to attempt.

He decided to keep trying to wake you while the others watched the second half. He wasn't all too interested in the game anyhow, and Thor couldn't complain that he was interrupting his viewing time.

Loki was sure that he could wake you if he could just find the the spot that you were simply too ticklish to sleep through. While awake, you were devastatingly ticklish - barely a solitary squeeze to the side and you'd be giggling like mad. How your mind was able to block out the ticklish sensations only whilst you slept was beyond him.

He scratched his fingers along your belly just above your waistline as he began his mission to locate your weak spot. His fingertips traveled gently up the side of your stomach, around your side, down to squeeze at your hipbone for a moment. Your ribs, he knew, would have you howling with laughter if you were awake, and yet no matter how meticulously he searched along each rib for a trigger spot to wake you, you simply buried your face deeper into his stomach in your sleep. Loki had to abandon that spot, mostly because you'd begun to tickle him with your gentle breathy laughter against his thin shirt overlaying his belly. You infuriating little creature.

Tickling fingers traveled up to your neck, flitting lightly against the soft, silky skin. Curiously, he fluttered his fingers under your chin, chuckling fondly under his breath as you ducked your head and let out a breath of a laugh - still in your sleep, of course. Perhaps your back would do it?

Before shifting to try there, he scratched ever so gently just below your jawline, selfishly enjoying the adorable smile it brought to your face. His fingertips grazed along the thin skin just behind your ear unintentionally.

Suddenly, you squeaked.

It was barely audible over the noise of the game and the cheering of the others in the room, but it was undeniable - you had squeaked. A sly grin spread across Loki's face as he averted his full attention to that spot, ghosting his fingertips around and behind your ear. Your face scrunched up into a huge smile, then slowly, your eyes cracked open.

"What..."

"Ah, she awakens at last." Loki caught your wrist before you could block his tickling fingers with your hand, continuing to flit the fingertips of his free hand around the hypersensitive shell of your ear. Rapid, squeaky giggles bubbled from your mouth as you tried shrugging your shoulder up to block him.

"Hehey!! You wahanted me to slee-heep, and then yohou tickle mehe??" you whined sleepily.

"Darling, you've been asleep for nearly two hours," Loki informed you, pausing his torment as your mouth dropped open.

"Two hours?? But then I... I missed two games??"

"A game and a half, actually," Bucky called from his seat. The room had now realized you were awake. "But the end of this one has been a nail-biter!"

Scowling, you shifted to sit up so you could watch the television. Loki couldn't hold back from pinching your side once, drawing your attention just long enough for him to say I told you so. You returned the favor by poking him in the stomach, earning a jolt and a glare from the god that he didn't truly mean.

With the added rest, you returned right back to your usual ways. You were on your feet with every goal, screaming at the referee on the screen for every penalty as though he could hear you, cheering when the opposing team missed a score. You were rambunctious, loud, and vicious. All traits Loki had come to love about you.

But if there was one thing he'd learned today, it was this:

Even someone as fierce as yourself had a weakness.

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profoundtyrantharmony · 14 days ago

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Sing!

Steve Rogers x Shy!Reader

A/N: I was watching Sing with my daycare kids (It’s an animated film with animals doing a singing contest, for those who don’t know!), and I just absolutely love Meena the elephant! (Though I think Tori Kelly sings WAYY too extra LOL) This fic is inspired by the movie!

I highly suggest listening to the songs!

Songs:

Eye of the Needle – Sia

Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing – Tori Kelly (Meena in the movie)

Word count: About 9,000! It’s a loooong one!

Main Masterlist

Singing Contest! Enter to win $10,000!

The bright yellow flyer was the first thing to catch your eye as you walked into the lounge at the Avengers Tower. With the place’s modern and sleek design, it was no wonder that the neon flyer caught your eye. Walking over to the poster, you pulled your oversized cardigan closer to your body, looking around to see if anybody was around to see you reading it.

Send in your video recordings to enter, or show up to the live judging! Finalists will perform in front of a live audience!

A live audience?!

You didn’t know if you could do that.

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profoundtyrantharmony · 1 month ago

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The Avenger and Her Vampire

You had been in New York for college for only a year when your aunt called to tell you the terrible news of your parents passing. You didn’t mourn with them, instead choosing to go back to school. There, you lost yourself to the grief and wound up with the wrong crowd.

For years you’ve ignored your family, sending emails and postcards to let them know you were okay. But now that you’re returning to your childhood home, there’s some very important secrets your family has been keeping from you. Then again, you’ve got a secret of your own as well.

Words: 9.9K Author’s Note: TVD AU. Slight Bonnie bashing which surprised me because I love her.

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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 months ago

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Bloodthirsty

Loki x vampire!reader

The team doesn’t know what you are, or how you’re so good at what you do. But you’re not gonna risk being locked away by telling them you’re a monster, a literal storybook creature.

@emergenciesstory - Thank you for continuing to inspire me!

@bookscoffeeandracoons - I know you wanted more vampire x avengers content so this is something I’ve been dabbling in for a little while!

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#avengers #marvel #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #loki x reader #vampire!reader #vampire x avengers #avengers fic #The Avengers #loki fanfic #loki x vampire!reader

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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 months ago

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A Morning Silence - Part One

Avenger x Stark!Lawyer!F!Reader

Warnings: none

Context: your Uncle is the one, and only, Tony Stark and the last time you saw him was when you left, roughly a year ago, to pursue your dream of working in the legal capital of the world. Despite staying in contact, since you were no longer living with your Uncle, and his fantastical colleagues, you ended up out of the loop. Yet, the Avengers weren't the only ones keeping secrets, as you had been keeping them out of your loop, as well...

The first thing you thought stepping off the plane was that it was much cooler than you remembered it being before. Perhaps in your own mind you had idealized New York into a form of holiday destination. It had been almost a year since you had been given the opportunity to work at the legal center of the world. After working case after case after case, with no real breaks, you finally had a month to catch your breath.

If you were being totally honest with yourself, you had been trying to save all your holidays so that you could come back home and be with your new found family for longer than a few short weeks. At least, that’s what you told yourself the reality of it all was, a way to spend more time with your Uncle and Aunt. Uncle Tony had another theory, that you were prolonging your return home in the hopes that you wouldn’t have to deal with the way you left everything.

Now that there was a vaccine for the virus, one that your Uncle had a great hand in making, it meant the Avengers initiative had returned to normal. Or as close to normal as it possibly could be in these circumstances. Despite the return of normalcy, everyone elected to remain in the compound as they assumed it would be better to keep their bubble then risk unnecessary lives, after all, some maniac out there could infect them with COVID just to piss them off.

As your heels hit the pavement, you smiled thinking of the look that would grace your Uncle and Aunt’s faces when they see you. Of course, you had elected not to tell them of your return, mainly because you still weren’t used to the Stark limos and complementary champagne yet. The thought of anyone on your heels was enough to make you shiver in the humidity. While you waited for your luggage to appear, you checked your phone briefly, only to find a message from your Uncle awaiting.

Uncle Tony:

Thought I’d give you a heads up before you see it on the news. Our current mission – shit – it’s not going so great – Rogers heads up! – don’t worry, I’ll be fine – fuck!

Shaking your head, you rolled your head. Since their missions had restarted, Uncle Tony had been sending texts like this to you, using F.R.I.D.A.Y.. There were countless times where he had said he was alright, only for F.R.I.D.A.Y. to record in the message that he had been hit by a missile. If it wasn’t so terrifying it would have been comical. Quickly, you shot a thank you message to Tony before sending one to Pepper, asking for the reality of the situation. Thankfully, you weren’t alone in the worry, you got to worry with the best Aunt the world had to offer. It had been a miracle in itself to discover that you had an Uncle, but to get an Aunt, especially one as amazing as Pepper, along with Tony was something beyond your dreams.

Hauling your luggage up, you wheeled your way over to a cab. Settling into the back of the classic, yellow, New York cab, you breathed in deeply. Almost immediately, the smell of sweat, cheap perfume and late-night sex hit your nose and you regretted your actions.

“Where to?” the cab driver asked, turning his head slightly towards you.

“890 Fifth Avenue, Manhattan,” you replied, hoping the driver didn’t question the location.

“Sure thing,” he nodded. You prayed to Thor, thanking him for not knowing, in advance, where he was taking you. It was hard not to bump into people who knew all things Avengers, recently. Even in the Hauge, the knowledge people had your Uncle and his colleagues was borderline stalker-ish. It made being a secret Stark all that much harder. One time, a client had overheard Tony, who had been having an argument with Thor and Bruce, on the phone, it was an embarrassing situation to gloss over.

As you stared out of the window of the cab, you smiled to yourself, remembering all of the streets you loved and seeing all the business open. The past year had not been an easy one, no matter who you were, but you had never been so grateful for your family then now. In fact, you aren’t sure what you would have done, had Tony never found you. New York had really suffered this past year, and you could see the scars through the window. Where once your favorite diner had been was now a bordered-up building. Tony had told you that COVID had claimed the lives of the owners and their son didn’t have enough money to keep the place open anymore. It was a hard sight to see. Mixed feelings flooded your system, relief at being home and grief for the city you loved.

Soon the cab started heading out of the city and towards the greenery that surrounded the compound. Due to the openness of where the Avengers lived, it meant that there was tight security; security the cab driver would soon bump into. With a blaring alarm and flashing lights, a fence began to rise in front of you, causing the cabbie to slam his foot on the break – hard.

“Shit,” you cursed, as your seat belt cut into your collarbone.

“What the fuck?” the cabbie exclaimed, honking his horn in anger.

“This is private property, please turn around and leave,” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s automated voice warned. With an angry jab, you unbuckled your belt, opening the door with a string of curse words leaving your mouth, and marched over to the camera.

“SERIOUSLY F.R.I.D.A.Y?” you yelled at the camera, watching as it’s lens focused on you.

“Welcome (y/f/n) (y/l/n),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. greeted, the alarm turning off and the gate disappearing into the ground, “it’s good to have you back, shall I alert Mr Stark?”

“No, F.R.I.D.A.Y,” you sighed, heading back towards the cab, where a stunned cabbie sat at the wheel, “it’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Understood, Miss (y/l/n),” F.R.I.D.A.Y. replied, as you opened the cab door.

“We can go through now,” you sighed, as the cabbie remained frozen.

“I’m driving into the Avengers compound?” the cabbie muttered in disbelief.

“Seems to be your lucky day,” you smiled shortly, wanting nothing else than to be back in the place you learned to call home.

“Wait ‘till the Misses hears about this,” the driver chuckled, starting back up the cab and driving on.

“Feel free to tell her but,” you leaned forward so he could hear better, “tell them my name and I’ll personally make sure to ruin your life.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the driver glanced at you through the rear-view mirror, half-scared, half-excited that he would have a thrilling cab story. As no-one could get beyond the point you had passed, it meant the roads were clear.

“You can do up to seventy here,” you informed the driver, “everyone’s out on mission so no-one should be coming or going.”

“Yeah, I heard,” the driver nodded, “didn’t Iron Man nearly get blown up with a grenade or something?”

“Or something,” you mumbled, trying not to think about your Uncle in a life-or-death situation.

Glancing back outside the window, you took in the scenery, remembering all of your memories with Bucky in the woodlands, the tender moments you both shared with one another, with Sam and Steve whilst jogging back to the compound, both you and Sam struggling and Steve running in circles around the two of you. The thought put a smile on your face, one you simply couldn’t shrug off even if you tried to.

“Where should I stop?” the driver asked, pulling you from your mind.

“Just pull up outside the compound and, if there’s a Mercedes, arrogantly blocking the way,” you informed the driver, a sweet smile on your face, “feel free to ram it.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the driver nodded. Unfortunately for Uncle Tony and fortunately for you, Tony had, as always, left one of his cars carelessly in the way. The car stuttered slightly as you crashed into Tony’s car at, roughly, seventy miles an hour, the thought nearly making you laugh before you thought about how upset Tony would be. Besides, you couldn’t laugh when a sharp pain hit your stomach, where your seat belt dug into your lower abdomen. Doubling over slightly, you groaned at the feeling and took a few seconds to close your eyes and wait until the pain had subsided.

“What in the hell?” Aunt Pepper screeched, running outside, wearing jean shorts and a fancy shirt, “Sir, what do you think you’re doing? How did you even get in here?”

“She told me to do it,” the cabbie pointed at you, sweat dripping off his forehead.

“Full disclosure, Peps,” you began, as your head popped out of the car, “I didn’t think he’s actually ram Tony’s car.”

“Tony as in…” the cabbie’s eyes bulged as he looked between you and Aunt Pepper, “Tony Stark?”

“No, Tony Curtis,” you sassed, already feeling like your usual Stark self, “who else would it be?”

“(y/n),” Aunt Pepper gasped, rushing over to you with open arms, pulling you in for a bone crushing hug, “what are you doing here?”

“Visiting,” you shrugged, holding on tightly to her, “finally taking that vacation we all talked about.”

“For how long?” Aunt Pepper questioned, pulling away, but keeping her arms on your shoulders.

“A month, unless something goes drastically wrong,” you admitted, your eyes showing slight concern.

“Drastically wrong?” Aunt Pepper echoed, noticing the look you thought was hidden in your eyes, “Right well, come inside and we’ll talk once you’re all settled and Tony’s home.”

“Ahem,” the cabbie coughed, making the two of you turn to him, both with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh right,” you pulled away completely from Pepper, opened your purse and handed him his money, with a $100 tip.

“Thank you,” the cabbie smiled, preparing to leave.

“Oh and, just as a reminder,” you walked up to his window, “never say my name to anyone.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he saluted, before pulling away.

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Blunt Masterlist

Series Summary: Blunt. If she was one word that would be it. Y/N is as sharp as they come, both to Bucky’s delight and dismay. He’s tried everything, open flirtations and bold moves but he can’t crack that stone hard and professional exterior. The back and forth can’t go on forever. With all this tension, Bucky is on the verge of desperation.

Blunt

Praise

Come

Deal

Finish

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profoundtyrantharmony · 9 months ago

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Ghost’s Story ( Avengers x Reader)

A/N: Since Halloween is only a few days away, I had to post some Halloween imagines. This one is far from good, I started to write it last year and I just finished it now. Enjoy :)

S.H.I.E.L.D heard of you multiple times before. You apparently didn’t have a name of a superhero identity but most of the time you were related to children who have been saved or some bad guys arrested by a courageous stranger. They made some research and finally found you before deciding to make you an avenger.

Nobody knew what was your secret or if you had special abilities, but it didn’t really matter, after all, you proved multiple times that you were a kind of a hero. Despite the fact that you were very secretive about yourself, you managed to seduce the team and you got along with them pretty well.

But still, the question of how you saved so many lives and stopped so many villains was in everyone’s mind. When the team asked you about it you just said that you like to help people and that you were lucky enough to be at the right place at the right moment. They just let it go until they start to notice that you obviously had some kind of abilities.

One day you knocked a glass off the table and they could swear that when you reached to grab it before it shattered on the ground, they saw the glass floating slightly above your hand before falling in it. When they asked you about it you just said that you had good reflexes.

Another time, Bucky was preparing himself breakfast in the kitchen when he saw some food items move by themselves to be placed on a tray before the said tray moved by magic moved by magic into the corridor leading to the bedrooms. Let’s say that the famous and cruel winter soldier was scared shitless. You weren’t there when it happened, so when the team told you about it you just laughed and joked about the tower being haunted.

But today, nobody could deny what they saw and it sure didn’t look normal. The team had the idea of playing a game of tag, all of you were divided into two teams and everything went to shit.

Blasts of energy were thrown at each other, arrows flew everywhere, furnitures were shattered, to the dismay of Tony who started screaming at his teammates but was quickly shut by a pillow being thrown at his face.

And when everyone thought that nothing could go worse than this, you happened to reveal yourself. You were being chased by Steve and he was at a few steps behind you, you were going to lose. Then you saw the wall and didn’t really think about what you were doing and ran straight, Steve still hot on your heels.

The captain thought that the job was done and that the victory would be his, as always, but when the wall became closer you didn’t even stop and passed through the wall like it wasn’t even there.

Sadly, not everyone had the ability to phase through walls and Steve ended up eating it, full force. The man fell back on the floor with the impact of the shock, leaving a big mark on the wall, thanks to his supersoldier strength.

The star-spangled man was laying on the floor, more confused than ever, his eyes settled on the patch of the wall he’d just hit, then he started to browsing the room for you.

The others, who had witnessed the scene were gathering around Steve, asking if he was okay and wondering what just happened.

While everyone was chatting in panic and wonderings, you went back on your steps and passed your head through the wall to have a look at your friends.

When you spot Steve, you panicked

« Are you okay ? »

They all turned their head toward you with wide eyes.

Apparently, the sight of your head coming out of the wall wasn’t something they intended to see, so when you saw their shocked expression, you completely came out of the wall and walked to them to check on Steve.

« How the hell did you do that ? »

You cocked your head to the side and bit your lower lip. You had to tell them now, and you had to face their reaction.

You took a deep breath and walked closer to your friends, looking down at your feet.

« I’m a ghost »

When the words left your mouth you found the courage to lift your head and look at them. A bunch of wide eyes, some filled with confusion, some with utter surprise and some that you couldn’t read were all looking at you.

« Why didn’t you tell us ? » Wanda asked walking up to you and putting her hand on your shoulder.

« Yeah, you know we’re all weird, you being a ghost is not that big of a deal! » Clint chimed in with a big reassuring smile.

« Really, you don’t think it’s scary or something ? »

A chorus of laughter erupted from the group of heroes. They all throw themselves at you in a giant hug, even Steve who managed to get himself off the ground after his confusion.

« You’re our friends, and you’re definitely not the weirdest here, » Steve told you

You couldn’t help but smile at the exception you were receiving from your friends. Who could imagine that being a ghost could be so great

#avengers #the avengers x reader #steve rogers #tony stark

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profoundtyrantharmony · 9 months ago

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Their friend is pregnant, pt. 2.

↳ Pairing. Hvitserk The Berserker, Sigurd Snake in The Eye, Ivar The Boneless.

↳ Summary. How would they react to their dear friend being pregnant. [I imagine this with them having the same kind of friendship that Ragnar had with Athelstan but with the reader].

↳ Warnings. Violence, death, abusive relationships, smut/mention of sex.

↳ Note. A second part so I could write the ones that are left because is just so much fun to write this plot.

Part one.

Hvitserk The Berserker.

He adores you, he genuinely thinks you’re the only perfect person on earth and he would do anything to protect you from anybody, even himself.

He is busy between a thrall’s legs, making everything in his power to make her scream his name, thrusting like a madman when he hears his name being called and he stops right away. That’s not the thrall’s voice.

“Hvitserk,” You sob and he can’t help but to pull out and push the woman, running to you while fixing his pants.

“Come here, come here,” He mumbles, taking you in his arms and walking to another room that doesn’t smell like sex.

He sits on the floor in front of a bonfire with you on his lap, and you move around till your legs are around him just like he is around you. You move again and he grunts.

“D-Don’t move too much,” He whispers.

“O-Oh! I’m sorry, forgive—,” You try to move but he grips your thighs. “Hvitserk.”

“Forget everything else and tell me why are you crying,” He says. “Talk to me.”

“Why do I have to talk to you while your cock is poking into my backside?” You ask him and he grunts again, this time because of your stubbornness.

“That is because I got interrupted while I was getting it down, now, talk to me or I am going to take my axe and go look for the information myself.” He threatens.

You sigh and clean your face a little before looking at him.

“I am with child.”

“That’s not true,” He chuckles and panics when your eyes start to fill with tears, and he takes your face in his hands. “Wait— no, no, no sweat heart.”

“Y-You don’t believe me either,” You sob in his hands and he shakes his head.

“I thought it was another one of your pranks, I apologize little one,” You nod, sobbing. He frowns. “Either?”

“He kicked me out of the house… literally,” You whisper, rolling your dress to show him your scratched knees, you show him your hands and they’re scratched too. “He said I cheated on him, that a whore like me could find a man to breed me really fast just so I could trap—,”

You stop talking when Hvitserk moves you around, standing up and taking you with him. He puts his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the room and back to his room. In silence he takes off your dirty dress and tosses it to the side, he looks around for a moment and comes back with a shirt of him, he helps you put it on.

“I’m going to be right back, get under the covers,” He quietly says, you shake your head, and he sighs. “Under the covers, please.”

“You’re going to kill him.” You whisper.

“Of course, I’m going to kill him, for starters, I gave you that house, he has no right to kick you out, and second, while you’re with child?” He snorts with malice.

“Hvitserk,” He looks at you and holds your stare to let you know that he is not backing down. You nod to yourself and kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you awake.”

You know he is back when some thralls enter the room with the tub, he enters right behind them and you gasp, he is bathed in blood, from the hair to his boots.

“What in Odin’s green earth did you do to him?!” You ask alarmed, he shrugs and starts to take his clothes off in front of you and the thralls. “Hvitserk!”

“I tied him to a tree and started beating him,” He looks up slowly, his eyes cold. “I beat him till his last breath.”

“You’re insane,” You whisper, getting out of bed when he gets inside the tub. You start to undo his braids.

“For you, I can be worse than Ivar, you know this already.” He chants, not a single trace of regret on his face.

“Yeah well, you killed the abusive father of my child,” You roll your eyes. “So it’s safe to say that you’re now a father.”

He smirks.

“Great.”

Sigurd Snake In The Eye.

Everybody could see how much you mean to him, it was as obvious as the fact that the sun would shine every day. When it comes to you he knows no reason or shame, going as far as to beg if he needs to.

“I-I can’t find her,” He murmurs when all his brothers are gathered to hunt.

“Who?” Ubbe asks.

“What do you mean you can’t find her? It’s almost as if you live together,” Hvitserk jokes.

“I think her husband has something to do with her suddenly disappearing.” He swallows and just now everybody feels the tension in the air. “I-I need help, please.”

Suddenly Ivar starts crawling away and everybody looks at him, he stops and looks back directly at Sigurd.

“What are you doing there? We have to find her.” He grunts and in no time Sigurd is by his side.

That’s how much you mean to Sigurd, so much that even his younger brother whom he always argues about anything not dare to joke around.

And he finds you, in a small cabin deep in the woods, thanks to Hvitserk’s insight in the town he founds that your husband owns this cabin for when he goes hunting alone.

He enters the cabin and sucks a breath when he sees you in a corner hugging your legs. He takes one step and your husband comes out and pulls you by the hair, you yelp.

“If you get close I will kill them both!” He screams and Sigurd frown.

“Who’s them?” He whispers to himself, and you sob.

“You didn’t tell him? You’re carrying his child and you didn’t—,”

“Because it’s not his!” You cry, looking at Sigurd and his stare makes you stop trembling a little. You’re safe, Sigurd is here.

Suddenly an arrow enters from behind Sigurd, right on top of his head, and embedded right onto your husband’s head, him being so tall makes it easy for the archer to shoot without fearing it would hit you.

Sigurd looks behind him and nods to Ubbe, who just nods back and starts walking back with his brother, leaving him with you.

He opens his arms and watches how you run and jump on him, his arms sliding around you, one on your thigh and the other on your waist.

“I’m here now, shh…” He comforts you while walking till he leans on a wall. “Nobody can’t hurt you anymore.”

You sob on his neck and he hums.

“I’m tired,” You murmur and he nods.

He takes you back to the town and directly into his room and orders the thralls to prepare a bath for you. When everything’s ready he undresses you and lets you get inside the tub, he’s about to start looking for clothes for you but your grip on his hand stops him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m getting in with you,” He says to calm you down and when he sees you expectant he undresses and gets inside too, behind you.

He starts to caress your belly, he supposed you haven’t seen your monthly blood and that’s why you know you’re with child since it’s not clear in your belly.

“You’re going to start living here,” He whispers in your ear. “So I can take care of you better.”

“You have obligations,” You whisper.

“And you’re the main one,” He hums. “Yes?”

“Yes.”

Ivar The Boneless.

Nobody understands how you can stand Ivar, with the man being borderline obsessed with you. The only reason why you can lay with men is that he is certain that he can’t satisfy a woman and he would rather be burned alive than disappoint you from all people, but other than that, he lets no man get close to you unless you directly tell him that you chose that man to warm your chambers, he has bodyguards for you, thralls for you, he gives you a quarter of everything he owns or gets. Even when he goes raiding everybody knows that a lot of the goods are yours and yours only. That’s how obsessed Ivar The Boneless is with you.

Of course, it’s almost impossible to hide things from him, more so with the people in town being so eager to bring him information about you just to be favored, so as soon as you’re being yelled at and tossed around by the Viking Ivar is notified.

“You think after three times you can already be with child?! Do you think I’m stupid?!” The man was yelling at you, but you weren’t backing down. No sir.

“After ONE time of laying together, I can already be with child, or do you think your seed is so weak you need more than once? even more than three? Poor you.” You mock and gasp when he pushes you, making you fall onto your backside, you whimper at the burn in your hands for breaking the fall.

“I should just kill you and that bastard right now!” He yells, and you spit on your side in response.

“Who?” You freeze, feeling chills run down your spine. That voice only means problems, and a lot of them. “Who are you going to kill? My woman?”

You feel him right beside you, leaning on his crutch. He looks down at you and nods and you nod back, slowly standing up.

“L-Lord I-Ivar,” The man stuttered.

“So? You’re going to kill my woman, you say?” Ivar says, his tone friendly but his eyes, oh those eyes.

“N-no, no my lord,” The man keeps stuttering. “It’s this woman who says she’s carrying my child.”

Ivar face snaps to the side, looking at you while anger starts to bubble in his system, a burning feeling in his chest, he squints his eyes at you and silently you start to pray to the gods for the life of the man.

“When I was hunting and you were keeping me company, that was your last month bleeding, right?” Ivar says and he’s not actually asking, he knows that information, for he’s the one you always go to when you’re in pain, but you nod anyways. “And he pushed you while you’re carrying a child?”

You nod again.

“Yes, Ivar.” The man grimaces when he hears you call Ivar by his name and without honorifics, why nobody told him he was laying with someone so important? “He did.”

Ivar’s face slowly turns to the man, and he grins.

“Now I have to decide whether you die—,”

“Ivar can I—,” You start but are interrupted.

“NO!” He snaps, pointing at you with his finger. “You do not get to save him from this, you do not get a saying this time!”

“Ivar,” Your own anger makes you grind your teeth. “Can I go home? My feet are hurting and I need to get a healer for my hands.”

He blinks and looks down at your bloody hands from the fall before, he sighs, feeling bad at the way he talked to you when you weren’t even trying to help the man.

“I’ll finish this quickly,” Ivar says and in the blink of an eye, the man is being dragged by Ivar’s men while crying and babbling apologies.

You don’t let Ivar say anything more and start walking home and when you get there you ask for a healer and after being done with your hands and a quick checkup on your overall health you ask for a hot bath.

“It’s ready, my lady,” The thrall says just in time for Ivar’s entrance, she gasps and starts to tremble.

“You can go now, don’t come back again, you may take the tub out tomorrow,” You whisper tiredly.

Ivar is covered in blood and even you get a chill run down your spine. It looks grotesque, never has he had so much blood on him from just one person, he looks demonic even.

“I’m—,” He starts but you lift your hand.

“I honestly don’t want to hear it,” You murmur, starting to get undressed.

He looks at you with attention, watching you moan when the hot water gets in contact with your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He finishes what he was saying earlier and you roll your eyes.

“I’m with child, I got pushed by the father of the child and then he got killed by you and I imagine it was in the most animalistic way you could think of,” You tell him coldly. “I’m tired, I didn’t need you snapping at me when I was the one being mistreated, you may go now if that’s going to happen again.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he says, he looks emotionless, his voice too. But you know that those words coming out of Ivar’s mouth is already a blessing.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I’m not leaving.” He says, crawling more closer.

“You look scary.”

“I’ll get clean after you tell me how are you,” He whispers and you sigh.

“What am I going to do now?” You whisper to him, getting close to him.

“Nothing, you don’t need to do anything,” He whispers. “Just let me take care of you. Both of you.”

“You already do that,” You smile.

He smiles and leans, giving you a soft kiss although you could tell it doesn’t mean anything more.

“Yes I do, until the gods call me to Valhalla.”

#vikings #vikings imagine #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubbe ragnarsson #ivar ragnarsson #sigurd

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profoundtyrantharmony · 9 months ago

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her loss their gain 2/2

part 1

Shows: Vikings and X-men

Ivar ragnarsson x female mutant reader

Requested by: no one

Warning this contains: ooc ivar, canon divergance

You look over the village, your home,after the fiasco that happened nearly a whole year ago word spread that Thor had a chosen, a woman, and that she had lived here.

Many men came for your hand in marriage, others to see the feats of the chosen and a fair few for shelter, you turned the men away with threats, the ones who wanted to see your powers the villagers wrote them off and for the ones seeking shelter, you always helped them, finding them work and a home.

You were walking through the village one day when one of the newer people came running to you, panting, “my lady, there’s men at the entrance, they said they wanted to see the chosen” shaking your head you reply “give them the decoy”, the village had come up with multiple plans for the annoyances that come to the village, including one where they get a different person to pretend to be the chosen.

“They didn’t believe it my lady, one of the men said he was there that day” sighing heavily, you were getting pretty annoyed by the pedestal these people put you on, but nonetheless you square your shoulders, took a deep breath and headed to the gates.

‘Its him’ you recognised him, it had been near a year, but you knew those eyes, the blue-grey that seemed to brighten as he saw you, ‘he’s standing’ you notice, you also notice metal pieces on his leg that seem to be holding him up ‘ahh prosthetics’.

You stood in front of the gates to the village, protectively, waiting for them to speak.

The man walked towards you slowly before bending the knee “greetings chosen, my name is ivar ragnarsson, son of ragnar lothbrok and aslaug Sigurdsdottir, i come with a proposal”

“You were there that day, the day i revealed myself” you spoke, “yes chosen” the man, no ivar, looked up at you, his eyes seemed to sparkle as he caught your eyes, though his face and body language showed he was still guarded, you couldn’t help yourself, you reached your hand out slowly, mesmerised, his eyes followed the movement but not making any move to stop you.

“You were different then, but your eyes” you spoke “your eyes hold the same fire, the same…. beauty” you spoke the last word in english, though you think he can speak english as the tips of his ears turn run at the word, you remove your hand though reluctant, you knew you had to get this over with “what is your proposal ivar” you asked him.

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You look over your kingdom, the place you will raise your children, where you were married to your husband, where you, under the tree you were married, confessed to being from the future and where your husband excepted you and your love

Your husband, Ivar ragnarsson, the day he came to you, on his knees for help in his revenge, hell even the day you looked at him in his beautiful eyes, you knew you would say yes to anything.

“Lost in thought, my queen” you heard his voice behind you, letting a smile blossom on your lips “always, my king” you replied, before spinning around right into his arms, your lips meeting, in greetings.

“And how are you my little prince” Ivar leant down to your growing belly, “or princess” you reminded him, making him huff in amusement “yes or princess” he agreed before standing again and kissing your lips again, holding you he says “i hope they get your hair”, “and i hope they get your eyes” you reply leaning on his chest, Ivar laughs before saying “you have always loved my eyes”

“that i have my king“

#ivar ragnarsson x reader #vikings #vikings x reader

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profoundtyrantharmony · 9 months ago

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Where Am I?*Introduction/Part One

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, (future) Bjorn

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Word Count: 2445

Warnings: time travel being possible, bullying, getting chased by some very confused vikings, imprisonment

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"Cmon Jason. Give it a rest," you heard one of his friends tell him, but you were already crossing the bridge to get away from them.

You'd came to the park after school to relax after yet another hellish day of studying. You were a history student, obsessed with the Vikings, and sadly for some reason Jason's enemy number one. Apparently, the frat boy still held a grudge for the time you rejected him last year and decided to make your life a misery.

As you were halfway across the bridge you heard laughing then footsteps and just as you went to turn you felt him grab your bag off your shoulder. Well, he tried. You grabbed it back, yelling "help!" As his other friend tried to help him pull it away.

You glanced behind you to see if anyone was near but no. You were alone of the bridge 6 feet at least above the deep lake. "Dude!" You heard the friend again as your head whipped back around.

"fine!" Jason yelled as he let go of the bag just as you had attempted to tug it from him. "Wait no!" You heard his voice before you felt the wood dig into your back and then heard a sickening snap.

You screamed as you felt the wind rush past your face, hair whipping around as your body hurtled headfirst towards the water. You felt your head sink in and the water ring in your ears like church bells as your eyes screwed up tight.

You waited for your head to crash against the rocks but instead felt your legs hit the soft ground, your butt and shoulders soon following. Your head hit the ground gently as a groan left your lips. As your eyes opened you realised not only did you feel no water or soggy clothing but that a scattered sunlight was washing over your face.

"What the-" you muttered as you sat up. Your guitar bag was still clutched in one hand, your backpack hooked around your elbow, and now your earphones had been tossed behind you during the fall. That however did not concern you as much as the overwhelming greenery.

The Forrest around you had winding trees up to the sky with whispers of squirrels and rabbits in the background. You pulled yourself to your feet as your eyes scanned the woods. "Where am I?" You muttered as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them in your bag.

You checked your phone however there was not only no signal but now the time had become dashes alongside the battery percentage. The Wi-Fi and Bluetooth signals were now just colourful blobs and even when you tried opening the emergency number call it refused to let you punch in the digits. You sighed and turned it off, hoping that by the time you found your way out the Forrest it would have rebooted so you could call your parents or maybe even a hospital since you'd obviously hit your head very hard.

You put the phone in your bag and zipped it up, even using the number lock your mother insisted you put on it to keep your bag safe. You weren't sure which way to go. After all no matter where you walked you could either be going closer or further to whatever destination would be the safest.

Fuck it. You thought. There's only one way to find out. You walked through the forest, not even trying to not step on twigs or ruffle leaves since you were probably just far deeper into the campus woods than you'd ever been before. However, then you heard voices.

Well laughter really. At least three men. Your footsteps slowed encase Jason and his friends had somehow made you lose your mind and we're torturing you but no. Instead, you held back a gasp as you peaked through the leaves to see four men with their backs to you.

One was sat on a log playing with what looked like a dagger while another two practised throwing axes. Fuck. All three were dressed as if they were Vikings. Perhaps you'd been studying them too much and had officially lost your marbles.

Or perhaps the other Viking nerds in your school had formed a club. As you debated taking a step forward one of the men missed his throw causing another to yell out a jab. As the man span round to answer his eyes stopped when he saw you. His hand shot out to nudge the man next to him who turned around.

He was a brunette man with a long braid down how back "I'm Ubbe," the boy called as he stepped forward, "Who are you? Why are you here?" He called however your eyes wandered down then widened as you saw him gripping his axe.

"Tell us!" The boy who had missed called, stepping closer. Your eyes wandered to the third who was reaching for something in his belt when you finally made up your mind.

Run. You turned, sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you. Your feet hammered against the dirt as their shouts echoed through the forest. You didn't dare glance back or stop for the branches whipping against your face. There was finally a break in the trees. Freedom. Safety you thought.

As you ran you arrived at the top of a hill. You turned to look down, expecting to see your campus when dread filled your blood. No this wasn't real. A village of Vikings now looked up at where you stood on the hill.

You stood for a moment panting as you overlooked it all. That was until you heard them again. "Stop right there!" Ubbe all but screamed.

You ran again. To your left was a high cliff facing a grey blue ocean and to your right was 3 very angry looking Vikings. You decided to take your chances with the clueless as you barrelled down the hill into what looked to be like a market.

Despite being the least terrifying person here they all jumped out your way, gasping and screaming as you ran all while Ubbe and the others chased you.

You were running towards a bridge by a stream and decided for one last second to glance behind you. They were just running around the corner when you felt a hand grab your foot as the other got swept up in the air.

It was as if your body took flight as you fell to the ground with a large thump. You groaned as you tried to pick yourself up just for a large hand to grab your shoulder and flip you on your back.

As you stared at his electric blue eyes your own eyes widened. "Ivar?" You whispered and his eyes widened so much you wondered if it hurt however just as he went to speak Ubbe pulled him off him.

Ubbe. Your brain clicked. There's no possible way. It couldn't be. Surely not. Ubbes hand pulling you to your feet. "I asked you a question," he growled as you gasped for air. As much as you wanted to be tough and brave and all the other things these Vikings were being faced to face to Ubbe was too much as the spots began to cloud your vision and you felt your body fall limp as the world faded to black.

As you began to stir you half expected to open your eyes and see your dorm room, but the hard stick pressed against your spine made you doubtful. Your eyes opened to find yourself in a wooden cage in the corner of what looked like a bedroom. It was dark and suddenly felt very small as your hands grabbed the bars as you began to shake them.

“Fuck,” you grunted as you hit your hand against the frame but instead of it budging now your hand just hurt. Before you could try for any longer you froze when you saw the door slowly push open.

“I see what you mean,” a woman’s voice muttered as she approached your cage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her or the men behind her, “What is she wearing?” she whispered.

“We don’t know,”

“We found her like this,”

“Do you think she’s a witch?” you felt your blood run cold at the man’s word.

The woman stood up and turned to what you soon realised were her sons. In fact, now you realised who they all were. It was Sigurd who’d claimed you may be a witch but how could he possibly be real? He was a tv character after all.

“Perhaps but we cannot know for sure yet,” Aslaug whispered to her son, “Can you speak child?” she called out to you as if she was shouting on a dog. Your head raised so you could get a better look, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“What are we going to do?” Ubbe asked. As the four spoke amongst themselves you realised one was missing. Ivar was nowhere to be seen.

“Your father should be home any day now. We will wait for him,” Aslaug finally determined, “I have never seen someone like this. I do not wish to find out what harm she can cause alone,” with that the four turned to leave, shutting the door and leaving you in the stale dark once more.

You sighed as you leaned back against the cage however as your eyes scanned the room you noticed your bags sitting in the corner making your head instantly perk up. You knew you didn’t have anything sharp in it but as your stomach rumbled you realised what you did need. Food.

As you began to wonder how you would get to your things you heard the door crack open. You looked up as Ivar dragged himself into the room, constantly checking over his shoulder before he shut the door and brought himself over to your cage. His eyes scanned your frame as you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly.

“Who are you?” he murmured, his eyes landing on your face, “and how do you know my name?” the silence that followed was only broken by the loud rumble of your stomach once more as you winced. “You’re hungry?” he asked.

Finally, you nodded, and a smile quirked onto his lips, “So you do understand?” you nodded again, “If you tell me who you are I’ll bring you something to eat,”

You paused as you decided if it was worth breaking the façade, you’d created but as your stomach churned you realised starving to death before Ragnar returned was not worth it. you whispered your name, but your voice was hoarse from lack of use.

Ivars’s head tilted slightly as his eyebrows knitted, “What a usual name,” he mused.

You bit back a laugh. “Coming from Ivar the boneless,” you muttered.

His eyes widened, a look of what you couldn’t tell if shock or rage or both washed over his face. “What did you call me?” he half yelled, grabbing onto the bars of the cage you were suddenly thankful for.

“It’s what everyone calls you!” you rushed out, pushing yourself as far away as possible, “In the textbooks that’s what legend says you were called I’m sorry,”

He paused, his hands slipping from the bar as the confused look returned, “What is a textbook?”

“Like a history book,” you said but that did little to explain it to him, “It’s like- “you paused trying to think what the closest thing to a Viking textbook was, “It’s like how you pass down stories in songs! We write them down in textbooks, so nobody forgets,”

Ivar paused for a moment as he finally relaxed again, “Where did you come from?” he asked, “And how do they know who I am? What have you told them?”

“I haven’t told them anything, my teachers they taught it to me,” you said, finally allowing yourself to sit at ease again, “I’m from the future,” the words felt foreign in your mouth as Ivar’s blue eyes widened.

“Prove it,”

“You’re Ivar the boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok,” you spoke but your voice was shaky as you tried to remember all you could, “Brother of Bjorn Ironside who explored the Mediterranean sea. Son of Aslaug. You go on to command the great heathen army,” you said and as you spoke Ivar looked like a child being read a bedtime story about pirates and mermaids, “You Ivar are a legend where I am from,” perhaps bending the truth a little but what would he know.

“And who- “

You cut him off this time when you felt your stomach lurch, “You said you would feed me. I won’t tell you anything else till you live up to your word,” you tried to sound firm, but it clearly wasn’t your style.

Still though Ivar nodded as he slowly began to drag himself away, “I shall return,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t go anywhere,” he teased before shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes as you sunk back into the wood behind you. “Oh god he really is nuts,” you whispered. Then again perhaps it was you that was nuts. After all you had just been talking to a Viking who’d died thousands of years ago.

Part two

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