#Thor: do you have any polish

[worstloki]

Thor and Loki sharing a plate and everyone thinks it’s so weird but they are ignorant of the truth. The brothers are avoiding the need to do dishes after every meal as they can now alternate the washing

[stevenssacrab]

Do You Hate Me?

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Summary: Loki mistakes your nervousness around him for hatred, will Loki find out the reason behind apprehension, or how you really feel about him?

Rating: 17+ slight angst

Warnings: Mention of alcohol

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n: Apologies for going MIA, I got sick AGAIN but it was even worse the 2nd time around, feeling much better, hope y'all enjoy some Loki fluff

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"I'm just putting in my earrings; I'll be right there!" you answer back, getting one last look in; your hair is pinned back with two strands framing the side of your face perfectly, the back flowing down a bit past your shoulder blades, with rhinestones weaved into the strands for that ethereal look, you're wearing an elegant a-line silhouette sage green dress with pink and green flowers embroidered through the expanse of the dress, it hangs off the shoulders with corset detailing in the torso, the sweetheart neckline showing off your collar bones beautifully, the puffy sleeves hiding your delicate arms, tea length, displaying your beige block heels perfectly, every detail of your outfit is elevating an overall polished chic aura you could feel radiating off you from miles away.

"You look perfect. Don't worry, let's move," Wanda calls out, grabbing your arm and dragging you to the elevator, "Isn't it kind of expected to be late to your own party?" you retorted, crossing your arms defiantly.

"Yes, but over an hour late is just rude. Didn't I raise you better?" Wanda responded calmly, fixing her hair in the elevator's mirrored wall, "Yeah, I know, I know," you replied, running your hands over the dress, smoothing out any wrinkles; you've been to tons of parties; that's not what's making you anxious, Thor promised you he'd bring Loki, or at least attempt to, just the thought of the tall, mysterious man makes your palms sweat, working as a biochemist under Bruce's watch was amazing, working with the brightest minds, on the edge of multiple scientific discoveries but for you what made it all worth it was the people you got to meet, you've met some of the world's bravest people, some avengers some not, after getting to know them, they're just like everyone else, they have their ups and downs, close friends, family, but one avenger captured your attention as soon as he walked into the room, it was hard to miss the standard Loki holds himself to, always remaining composed under stress, but he's charm, that's what's really got you in his grasps, he'd win over anyone with ease.

"We're here," Wanda said excitedly, patting your shoulder assuringly, "He'll be here, don't worry," you press your lips together into a thin line and step off the elevator; you suddenly feel a strong arm wrap around your shoulders.

"Hello, Lady Y/N," Thor slurs out, giving you a tight hug; you laugh; he's a couple of drinks in; you look around the room, but Thor cuts you off. "He's not here yet," he says sullenly, giving your shoulders a reassuring squeeze; "Come, Lady Natasha has been looking for you," he grabs your hand and pulls.

"You're here!" Natasha excitedly squeals, wrapping her arms tightly around you, "So, where is the lucky fellow?" she teases, gently nudging you with her elbow; she was the first person you told about your feelings for Loki, but she already knew before you even said anything, according to her you can't hide your emotions well, seems like everyone knows how you feel about Loki except for himself, you still don't know if it's for the better or not.

"He's not here yet," you say sadly, but quickly smile; it is your birthday after all; you're not going to let one person determine if you have a good time or not; with your mood having shifted, you motion the bartender over, "three vodka shots please," you asked politely, you've decided, Loki or not, it's going to be a good night.

You walk out of the bathroom, water bottle in hand, open it, and gulp it down, "Not drinking on your big day?" you hear that delectable English accent, and you already know who it is before you've even turned around.

"No, just taking a break," you laugh nervously, shifting your weight. Loki steps closer slowly; you watch him carefully with doe eyes; he grabs your wrist, gasping at the contact, he pulls you into a warm hug; you sigh contentedly and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent, a delicious musk, Loki pulls away after what feels like only a second. Loki glides his hand down your arm, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps; he captures your hand and lightly kisses it. "Happy Birthday, Lady Y/N," he says smoothly; you giggle giddily, your cheeks heating up quickly.

"Thank you," you say shyly, gently pressing your cool hands to your warm cheeks, "have you been here long?" you ask, tucking the pieces of hair behind your ear, "No, I just got here,” he says coolly, still holding your hand, he gently runs his thumb across your knuckles, you’re trying your best to remain composed, but every fiber of your being is firing off right now.

“Are you alright, dear?” He brings his hand to your hot cheeks. “Y/N, you’re burning up; let’s step outside for a minute,” not waiting for your response, he whisked you away, not that you’d be able to respond; you were still processing how perfectly his hand fit in yours, to your relief you feel the cool air hit your warm face, you breathe a sigh of relief, you didn’t realize how much you needed this, Loki leads you away from the music and chattering, to a calm and quiet place, with a view of the city.

“This is much better,” he uttered; he turned to you, taking in your dress, how perfectly it fits you, the sage green complimenting your complexion magnificently, “you look beautiful,” he spoke just barely above a whisper, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear it, your heart skips a beat, this unfathomably gorgeous soul called you beautiful.

“Th-thank you,” you respond, eyes looking at the floor; you know if you meet his eyes, you may explode, “you know this has to be the longest conversation we’ve had; you always seem in a hurry to get away from me,” he admits, laughing nervously, playing with his fingers “did I do something wrong?” He asks, his hurt eyes searching yours for answers; you hadn’t even thought about how your behavior has been affecting him; you’ve been so worried he’d find out your feelings that you’ve cut every conversation short, kept your answer one-worded, all to protect yourself, to protect the scared little girl who’s afraid of rejection. Most of all, to protect your heart from the inevitable disappointment, your heart breaks a little; you had no intention to hurt Loki, to make him think you don’t like him, or worse, hate him.

“No, you didn’t do anything I-“You stop yourself before you can say it; you don’t know if you can go past this point.

“Then what is it? I keep racking my brain, wondering if I’ve done something to upset you or make you hate me, but nothing, please, just tell me why,” he said sorrowfully, inching closer to you.

“Loki, I don’t hate you, I just-“ you uttered, “I just don’t know how to act around you; you are so kind and compassionate, and I just didn’t want you to find out how I feel about you,” you babbled out, “ and I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable, but I couldn’t live with myself if you thought I hated you, and I understand if you don’t wanna talk to me anymore, I just needed to tell you because I-“ Loki cuts you off with a tender kiss, his hands caressing either side of your face, you melt into his touch, your lips moving in perfect rhythm with each other, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your hands in his hair, playing with the long silk strands, you don’t want this moment to end, he sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body, you pull away to breathe, Loki rests his head against yours, and you both stay there, listening to each others breathing, playing with each other's fingers.

“I could never hate you, Loki,” you confess; Loki chuckles lightly, interlocking your hands together, “you know I always wondered why you always seemed so nervous around me,” he smirks playfully, “shut up, I wasn’t that nervous,” you laughed, playfully smacking his arm, “no? I seem to recall you tripping over yourself in your hurry to get away from me," Loki snickered; you doubled forward in a fit of laughter.

"Okay, maybe I was a little bit nervous," you smiled broadly, "Maybe just a little," Loki teased, pulling you in front of him and hugging you from behind; you sighed and leaned against him, both of you swaying in the cool breeze, relishing in the feeling of bliss that buzzes throughout yours and Loki's body, it's been a pretty good birthday party.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hidden Treasure 1

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

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Summary: your quiet life is interrupted by a tempestuous man. (reader is Blair from Follow You Anywhere)

Characters: Thor

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You lay out the hand-sewn coin purses along the left side of the table, completing the array of your hand-made and repurposed goods. It’s a good day to sell, sunny but not too hot, the early days of spring when people are eager to get out. At least it should be. Despite your selection, you’re not the most personable vendor along the square. 

The last detail is the hand-painted wood sign. You did it yourself; an antique frame you added a gold hue to and filled with a thin sheet of board. It isn’t much but it tells people what they’re looking at; handmade and renewed goods. 

You fold your hands and hover behind your table. You’re a one-person operation. It’s your own table, your own money, your own everything. It brings in enough for you to live. Just you and your cluttered apartment. 

The coin purses and the sleepers you sew by hand are the more popular sellers. Anything for children goes first, you notice. Everyone seems to be having them. The older crowd radiate towards the old candlesticks you polished to a shine or the glass-shaded lamps you tediously re-wired. Most try to haggle but your prices are fair enough. 

You peer around at the produce stands, the soap and candle makers, and the crocheted stuffies of your fellow sellers. You do a bit of window shopping but never follow through on your wandering eyes. You don’t need to waste the money on the pretty new things, you have lots of lovely old things. 

The traffic picks up and you busy yourself with the browsers. A woman with a stroller buys several of the infant dresses and headband, a group of older ladies peruse the aged hardcovers and pick out a few, while a couple comments on the brass-based lamp with the dangling chain. You do your best to smile through the transactions. 

The rises higher in the sky towards its apex. The steady flow keeps you busy, with some time in-between to work on fixing the binding of one of the old editions. You like to keep yourself distracted, thinking can be dangerous. With how much time you spend alone, it’s hard to avoid. 

As you lock up the cash box and tuck it back under the table, a shadow passes over, large than any other. For a moment, you think a cloud’s passing over the sun. You look up at the sky as a broad figure stands across from you.  

You don’t know how you didn’t see the man’s approach. He’s huge. Tall and wide. He doesn’t seem the type to be interested in your selection. Still, he leans in to eye the embroidered coin purses and gives a rumbling hum that sounds like distant thunder. 

He picks up one with primroses sewn into it. His thick thumb brushes the threaded design and his large hand makes the coin purse look even smaller. You tap your fingers on the table as his eyes flick up and meet yours. 

“Hi, uh, how can I help you?” You whittle out of your tight throat. It’s not often a lone man finds interest in your things. You cater to a more femme audience. 

“This is nice,” he remarks, “do you make these?” 

“Uh, yes, I do,” you give a tight-lipped smile, “I just embroider old used purses.” 

“Just? That’s splendid work,” he brings it closer to his face and looks down his nose at the little flowers and leaves, “my mother would love this... mother’s day is coming, eh?” 

“Oh, um, yes, I suppose,” you agree. “It’s five dollars. Cash only.” 

“Mm,” he traces his thumb over the metal clasp as he taps his back pocket with his other hand, “don’t think I’ve any on me. Could you hold this for me?” He offers the coin purse, “I’ll find the ATM.” 

“Sure, I could do that.” 

You take the coin purse, fingers brushing his rough skin, and you set it aside. 

“Thank you,” he smiles broadly, blue eyes twinkling as lines creases around them and across his forehead. 

He reluctantly trails away and you watch him go. His golden hair is longer than most, twisted into a low bun behind his hand as a few strands dangle freely around his face. He wears a denim jacket over dark red tee and grey jeans, along with a pair of scuffed brown boots. He stands out even in his casual attire. 

You shrug off the encounter and turn to your next customers. More baby clothes. The women chat about a baby show and you point them to the newborn sizes, telling them about the fabrics you use for each. They buy a few bibs along with the sleepers and diaper covers. 

You back up and sit in the folding chair, drinking deeply from your bottle of water. You don’t know if it’s the interactions or the sun making you dizzy. It’s close to noon. You always start to feel it around this time.  

The hours surrounded by strange faces and buzzing voices are clustering in your head and chest. Only a little longer; the market only runs until two. If the world didn’t require money to survive, you might never leave your apartment. Yet your table is the only means you have to keep walls around you. 

You sit a bit longer and get up again. You’re okay. You should’ve eaten before you left the apartment. How silly of you to forget the overnight oats you had put in the fridge just the night before. You do forget quite a few things. 

The market thrums with the late morning rush and you brace yourself for the final stretch. If you can clear off half the table, you might not have to come back next weekend. You’d be all too content to stay in your own little world, the one beyond is too loud and too bright. 

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You fold your table up and push the hook around the peg to keep it shut. You fold up the chair as well and lean both with your boxes. As the market clears out, you pull up your small two-door and load your wares into the back hatch. 

You peer over at the other vendors and their vans and trucks. Crews of half a dozen or more pack away goods and chatter just as loud as the previous crowds. It’s an isolating moment. You don’t mind going unnoticed but sometimes you feel so small. 

As you put a box in the back of the car, your keys slip off your finger. You bend and feel around the tire to retrieve them and sense a shadow above you. You clasp your hand around the keyring and stand-up suddenly, turning to face the figure behind you. There’s no one there. 

You peer around but find nothing out of the ordinary. You return to your task and pause. You don’t remember putting that box away yet... 

You shake your head. You’re just tired and forgetful. Your cardinal vices. Your mind wanders too much to rest, too much to keep order. 

You put the last box away and close the hatch. You get in the driver’s seat and turn the engine. It putters softly but it runs well enough. The old car has gotten you through the years just fine. There was a time that tiny thing was your home. 

You pull away down the lane parallel to the edge of the market square and pull out into traffic. You drive without seeing, led by habit as you stop at signs along the way, turning around corners mindlessly. You stop and wait to pull into your building’s lot and notice the large storm grey jeep behind you. It strikes you as peculiar; you enter from a back street to avoid the rush. 

You steer into the lot and the jeep continues down the street past the building. You forget it as quickly as it rolls beyond the faded brick. You find your spot, parking pass dangling from the mirror, and shut off the engine. You linger and take a breath. You're hungry and tired. 

You leave your things in the car and go upstairs. You slow as you pass your neighbour’s door. You saw her yesterday, she was in trouble about something. The police came as she hid from her boyfriend in your apartment. You didn’t even know she had one. You tried not to be nosy but she seemed real upset. 

Your cheeks tinge as you stare at the numbers on her door. She’s the only person who’s ever been inside your apartment. You don’t welcome people in, not into your home or your life. You hadn’t meant to let her in but you were so tired and confused, you couldn’t stop her. 

You cringe and continue down to your door with one last glance over your shoulder. You put the key in the slot and turn with a grind. You scurry inside and quickly lock the door, afraid she might once more emerge and follow you inside. Or that man, the big one with the beard. 

You twist the latch back into place and put your keys in the tray on the cramped shelf. The apartment is dark, the windows shrouded in black fabric, and you flip on the overhead light to guide you down the hallway. The walls are made tighter as their lined with endless shelves and tables, all filled with your collection of curiosities. 

You go to the fridge and take out the mason jar of steeped oats. You sit and eat the soft, pasty oats and the berries. You didn’t add enough cinnamon. It doesn’t matter, your stomach greedily mulches it. You put the kettle on and wait for it to steam. 

As you pace around, you hear a loud rumble. An engine. You don’t think much of it but you go to the window to peek out around the dark fabric. A woman walks a large dog past a grey jeep parked along the curb. Is it the same one you saw before? 

The question doesn’t pique your mind much. That’s the way of the world, you find. It’s a lot smaller than it seems, yet to you, it’s inexorably vast. It’s too fast, too unpredictable. You retreat as the kettle whistles. 

Your apartment is small and warm and safe. The world can’t follow you back here. Not if you don’t let it in and you won’t be doing that again. 

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You decide, against your better instincts, to go to market. The weather is nice and it wouldn’t be so bad add a few extra bucks to your nest egg. You never know what might come up, or what you might find! Too many times you stumbled upon an antique you just couldn’t afford. 

You go through your usual ritual. You set up the table and the chair, and arrange your things in the same way around the wooden sign. As you put your boxes to the side, you hear a rattle at the bottom of one. You look into the crate and notice the silver ring. How’d that get in there? You didn’t bring any jewelry. 

You put down the box and reach inside. You take out the ring and turn it. You’ve never seen it before. There’s a strange stick symbol on the flat face. Maybe another language or a run of some type. You turn it in your hand and tuck it in your pocket. You’ll have to give a closer look at home. 

It’s early and a few stragglers trickle in, but they all walk by your table without pause. 

You sit and take out the jar of oats. You remembered today. You’d woken up with a hunger so deep, you almost ate before you left. You know better than to eat too early. Instead, you had your tea and got yourself moving. 

You stir the blueberries in and eat slowly, trying to measure your bites so you don’t feel sick after. You watch the other vendors, some still setting up, and lazily swallow down the thick oatmeal. It feels like it might rain after all, there’s a touch of damp in the air. 

You finish up and put the jar away. As you wipe your mouth with your sleeve, a woman’s voice trills and pricks your ears. Silver hair with a few wisps of gold peak out from her silk headscarf. The teal fabric matches the pattern of her blouse, tucking into a finely pressed skirt. She’s not alone, she has her arm hooked through another. 

Her companion is younger than her. His golden hair is pulled half up at the crown of his head as he towers over her lithe frame. You squint, they might be related. As they approach, you get a whiff of deja vu. 

“Yes, it was this one, mother,” the man’s voice is deep. 

“How lovely, look at all these treasures,” she slips her arm free as she approaches, “hello, dear, is this all yours?” 

“Mhmm, yes,” you stand up, “are you looking for something in particular?” 

“I think we’re just browsing,” she smiles brightly, her lips painted a gentle shade of rose. 

“A coin purse,” the man says, “with prim rose? Do you recall?” 

You look at him. Faces aren’t easy for you but his voice strikes something in your mind, and his size. You haven’t seen a lot of men that big, only the one in your neighbour’s apartment. You think you remember holding something but the customer never came back. 

“This one,” you point to the coin purse, set back in the row. 

“Yes, that was me,” he chimes, “mother,” he pulls the primrose purse to the top. She takes it and he looks back to you, “I apologise that I didn’t return, there was an emergency and I had to be off.” 

“It’s okay,” you shrug, folding your hands together. 

The woman is looking at you. There’s something in her gaze that makes you squirm. Her eyes linger just a bit longer before she aims them at the purse, admiring the embroidery as she feels it beneath her thumb. 

“Yes, I do like this one,” she says. 

“I brought cash this time,” the man booms and reaches into his pocket, “five, I believe you said.” 

“Yes,” you accept the bill from him, his skin rough as his fingertips touch yours, “thanks. Erm, did you need a bag?” 

“For this? No,” she wiggles the purse playfully and reaches for the man, her son, with other hand. She caresses his knuckles as she faces him, “you were right. Very beautiful.” 

He smiles broadly, proudly almost. It’s just a purse. You hide your discomfort as you grip your arm at your elbow. 

“Thank you,” the woman chirps back at you, sending another grin in your direction, “you might see us again.” 

She hooks her arm once more through her son’s and leads him to the next booth. You peer after them as her attention clings to the purse as she continues to feel it between her fingers. She leans into his arm as she speaks to him quietly. They seem close, it’s sweet. Your own mother had never been so affectionate. 

You look away before the scene can pluck in your chest. It doesn’t matter. You’re grown up now. That’s all behind you. 

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Mob Rules | Mafia AU | Reader x ...everyone

Bucky and Steve have banned girlfriends in the gang, but they're not cruel, they know their crew works hard and needs to let off steam sometimes...and that's when your hard work starts.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language and themes now and throughout this AU

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Masterlist

Bucky - Cockwarming

Thor - Playtime

The room was completely silent. Each of the assembled crew around the table staring at Cap and Sarge. 

You didn’t really want anyone else in the room, you had been quite happy, sprawled on the large blanket under the table, moving between your new masters in turn. You had been licking a long stripe up Bucky’s hard cock when the first knock sounded, jolting you from your soft state into one of panic. 

Tucking himself away, Bucky had shouted ‘enter’ allowing a seeming herd of other people into the room. 

Sensing your nervousness, Steve had placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip until you sucked the digit into your mouth, once more content to rest between them while they carried out their business. 

“Is this real, or a trick?” The man’s voice was like thunder, loud but clear. You couldn’t tell who was talking yet, only seeing a series of shoes, combat boots and a few loafers, one pair of battered trainers…you closed your eyes, sucking harder on Steve’s thumb and focussing on the polished shoes in front of you, one brown pair, one black pair, Steve and Bucky, Sir and Sarge, that was all you needed to worry about.  

“It’s not a trick, Thor.” Steve rolled his eyes, “we know we brought that rule in, no girlfriends.” 

A disgruntled murmur ran around the room, none of the men willing to vocalise how frustrated and angry they’d been since. 

Bucky slammed his palm onto the table and the room went quiet again, you jumped clinging to his calf, but remained where you were. 

“We brought the rule in, now we’re fixing it, but only if you're polite.” He growled.

“C’mon out, Bambi.” Steve and Bucky pushed their chairs back and Steve held out a hand to you, the ring on his pinky finger flashing in the afternoon light. 

Placing one hand slowly in front of the other you crawled out from underneath the table, one hand on Steve’s thigh, one on Bucky’s. The latter reached down, cupping your chin in his large, tattooed hand and pinched your cheeks. 

“Good girl, now say hello to the crew.” 

You turned, kneeling high enough that your head and shoulders peeked over the top of the walnut table, resting your chin on one hand you raised the other in a wave, “hello.” You whispered, nervously eyeing the array of men and women sitting around the long conference table.

You’d been worried ever since Cap’ and Sarge had informed you that your world would be expanding outside of their closed off penthouse, but now you felt that familiar throb of longing deep between your legs. They were handsome, your masters’ friends, so perhaps this wouldn’t be so awful after all. 

Bucky tucked a palm under your elbow and helped you stand, your feet wobbly after your time spent kneeling at his feet. Your heels tipped you forward slightly and you crossed your arms behind your back to steady yourself, pushing your chest out at the same time. A collective intake of air rippled around the room and, you supposed, that was to be expected given your scanty attire. 

Steve had wanted you to make a good impression and had chosen a soft pink babydoll with plenty of ribbons and bows. You certainly felt like a doll once they’d finished dressing you up but you loved it, loved that you didn’t have to make any decisions anymore. You let your wide eyes take in the room again, the hungry looks in everyone’s eyes. 

“Bambi, the family -” Steve gestured to the assembled group, “family, Bambi.” 

There was a chorus of replies, hellos and good mornings before the room went quiet again.

“Well, we don’t have much work to do today, so -” Bucky looked up at you, his hand on your hip protectively, “get to know everyone, okay. Take your time.” His smile was soft, but dropped from his face when he looked back at the rest of the family, “as for you, be polite.” Bucky glared around the room, “and remember to play nicely.” 

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[katyaromanoffpetrova]

A lifetime of dates (part 2)

After being together for twenty years, Natasha and Katya have been on many dates in their lifetime. In this series, we see one from every part of their lives.

- Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC (Katya Petrova from the Forgotten Ghost series) - Wordcount: 2.1k - Warnings: Tony being his usual asshole self (lovingly), suggestive talk, crowds? - We're continuing with the The Avengers movie (post battle of New York) do not repost my work as your own or translate my work Masterlist

2012

''Hot damn.'' A wolf-whistle echoed in the room. 

Natasha, fiddling with her dangling earring, slowly turned to the culprit, careful not to drop the clutch wedged between her arm and her side. Her eyes narrowed, daring him to continue, but the man clearly held no regard for his life.

''That's what you've been hiding under that suit?''

''Stark,'' Steve scolded him, shaking his head in disappointment.

Week one of living in the Tower. It had been a… challenge to adapt to the new situation. 

For two spies who worked alone, lived alone, and stayed in the shadows all their lives, it was a big change to suddenly be a part of the most famous team in the world. And to live with them. Seven big characters in one building had already led to annoyances.

People—Stark—not cleaning up after himself, Clint hogging the TV, Steve not letting anyone put their feet on the coffee table, Thor accidentally smashing said coffee table by simply putting his hammer down.

Natasha found herself struggling to settle. Change wasn't her favorite thing, especially when things had been so good at SHIELD. But there was one place she ran to when her inner turmoil was strong. Or rather, one person. And now that their floor was decorated, and all their stuff moved in—two bags of clothes, a plant, and some picture frames—she grasped at the opportunity to go on a date, just her and Katya, away from the boys.

Staring Tony down, Natasha marched up to the couch, her heels clicking on the polished floor. From the corner of her eye, she saw Clint cringe, the fury in her eyes a very recognizable one. 

She'd been wanting to say something to the group concerning her relationship. And being two women against five men, she felt she had to act quickly to establish her power and authority.

"I'm only saying this once," she said firmly, pointedly looking the other four men in their eyes. "So get your heads out of your asses so you hear what I have to say.''

Tony's face grew a smirk, very interested in what she had to say. Bruce shrunk, like Clint. Thor just looked confused. Steve paid genuine attention.

"House rules. In case anyone was still wondering, yes, Kat and I are in a relationship. We fuck, we go on dates."

Everyone on the couch—except Tony, who perked up—shifted around and grimaced awkwardly at the mention of sex, but Natasha loved making men uncomfortable.

"Rule number one, no weird staring. We're two women, it's 2012, get over it. Don't ask who 'the man' is in the relationship. There is none, that's the whole point."

They were all silent, listening intently, and Natasha had to suppress the urge to smirk. Since aliens fell from the sky, she hadn't felt as powerful as now.

"Number two, I don't want to be made fun of or hear any ''funny'' lesbian jokes, and I'm looking at you, Stark," she warned, glaring challengingly at him. 

Tony's eyes widened with innocence, his hands raised in mock surrender, but Natasha knew, and all the men around them knew, he'd jump at the first opportunity to make a joke.

''Three." Natasha paused, her voice softening the slightest bit. "We're both in this for life. So spare yourself the trouble of trying to snatch her away from under my nose, because you won't succeed, and it'll be embarrassing for you. If I see any flirting, I won't be responsible for what I'll do to you."

Bruce looked downright terrified at her threat, scared to even look at Katya anymore in fears of upsetting Natasha. Steve just nodded somewhat awkwardly. But they were all quiet, impressed by her words. Natasha saw she hadn't frightened Tony enough, but she had a plan to deal with him later. 

"Oh, and please," she added as an afterthought, "announce yourself before you go onto our floor. It's for your own wellbeing.''

''You mean if we want to avoid a bullet to the head," Steve smiled, thinking he got the joke.

The corner of Natasha's mouth curled up. ''Something like that.''

Everyone turned to look at the hallway when footsteps swelled on. They were fast, rushed, and belonged to Katya, who struggled to clasp her bracelet around her wrist as she hurried into the room.

''Oh, here you are!'' She exclaimed, lighting up when she spotted Natasha. Her black dress was very similar to the one her redheaded girlfriend wore. Short, with thin straps, tight all the way from chest to thighs. A long black blazer had been thrown over it to act as a jacket on these chilly summer evenings.

Natasha's demeanor changed dramatically. Her stern glare faded away like snow under the hot sun, a bright endearing smile lighting up her green eyes as they took in the sight before her. She couldn't look away. Beauty like that had to be admired.

''You look beyond beautiful, as usual.'' She complimented softly, wrapping her arm around Katya's waist to pull her into her side. The men were perplexed at her attitude switch, watching wide-eyed as Natasha's soft side came out.

Katya's gaze slowly traveled over the group before it returned to Natasha. ''Why do they look like they pissed their pants?" She chuckled, knowingly raising her eyebrow. "What did you say to them?''

''Oh, just stating some house rules if we all want to live together harmoniously.'' Natasha shrugged, completely unbothered. 

Katya's eyes narrowed at her face, trying to figure out what that meant. But Natasha just stared at her with that lovesick expression. Slowly, she turned to the group. ''Did she threaten to murder you if you look at me?'' The silence that followed, together with Bruce's pale face, was enough of an answer. Katya sighed. ''Nat…''

''It's important to set the tone from the start, before they think they can walk all over us," Natasha defended herself with a smile. ''Come, we're going to be late.'' 

Katya laughed softly as Natasha took her hand and dragged her towards the elevator, but not before they heard Tony mumble, 

''I find that switch horrifying.''

Soon, they stepped into the elevator that took them down to the ground level, ready for an evening of fine dining. The city was still in ruins from the alien attack, but business mostly went on as usual. A private dinner was the perfect way to rewind.

"I leave you alone for ten minutes and you threaten our teammates." Katya chuckled, shaking her head as the doors closed. "What were the "house rules"?"

But the second the elevator started to move, Natasha pounced on her. The attraction, the lust, was too strong for her to handle. "Not important." She pushed Katya against the wall, her lips finding the underside of her jaw like a starved woman. "What is important is you looking this sexy. Good enough to eat." She mumbled lowly, teasingly biting into Katya's neck.

Katya twitched, a breathy laugh falling from her lips. "Later." She promised, trying and failing to push her girlfriend off her. Natasha wasn't done yet, her hand innocently brushing up the side of Katya's thigh.

"May I remind you that there are cameras in this elevator." A digital voice filled the space. JARVIS.

Natasha hummed, the vibrations tickling against Katya's skin. "No better way to show them you're off limits." She said smugly, only more determined to leave a trail of sloppy kisses up Katya's neck.

Katya laughed, pinching her girlfriend's side. "I'm not making a sex tape and showing it to Tony just so you can get him off my back. I think it may have the opposite effect." Another bite, this one possessive. 

Natasha was more aware than anyone of Katya's attractiveness, so she feared her girlfriend may be right. With a final kiss underneath her ear, she pulled back just as the elevator dinged. "Guess I'll have to keep you close to me then." She smirked.

"No place I'd rather be." Katya grinned, taking her hand. To her surprise, they went the opposite way of the parking garage. "Are we not taking the car?"

"I was hoping we could walk." Natasha smiled softly, their linked hands swinging back and forth. "It's only two blocks and the weather is nice."

But that turned out to be a big mistake. 

See, it had only been a week, so nobody on the team was used to the popularity they'd suddenly gained yet. The second Natasha opened the back door, the one that was supposed to be hidden, a horde of fans swarmed her like moths to a flame. She'd never expected or seen them there. 

Caps, shirts, signs, flags, drawings, everything was covered with her logo, with her face, with her girlfriend's face and her teammates'. It was a sea of red, white, and blue, like a bad Fourth of July parade. It was the weirdest, most pathetic thing she'd ever seen.

Her fight or flight response immediately kicked in, the fans' loud voices making her heart pound in her chest. Quickly, she tried to back Katya up, into the building, but it was too late.

"Ms. Romanoff!"

"Katya!"

"Sign my t-shirt!"

"Can we take a picture?"

Natasha squared her shoulders, standing tall. "Yeah, so that was a mistake!" She yelled over the noise, looking over her shoulder at her girlfriend, shielding her from grabby hands or cellphones.

This wasn't their scene. This was Tony's thing. It was loud, and overwhelming, and caused a tightness in her chest. 

"Let's take the car!" Katya yelled back, her grip on Natasha's hand tightening. They both felt bad leaving these fans hanging, but they had a restaurant reservation to get to.

With difficulty, they managed to go back inside and shut the door, cutting off the noise. 

They stood perplexed, staring at each other like they weren't sure that really just happened. Until they burst out laughing. At this situation, at the weirdness their lives had become. Natasha still wasn't sure she liked it, but at least they were going through it together.

"Well, that was something," Katya said, fixing her hair up to compose herself.

"If they're still standing in the street when we drive out, I'm running them over." Natasha joked.

"Nat!" Katya gasped, letting out another laugh. "You do that to the haters, not to our fans!"

Natasha smirked. "I love how you encourage me."

"I'm a supportive girlfriend." Katya shrugged.

They ended up in the restaurant eventually. Even though the server could barely get his words out because he was so starstruck, and the whole restaurant was subtly staring at them until the main course arrived, dinner was nice, like old times. And Natasha clung onto every bit of normalcy she could find, enjoying these quiet moments now more than ever. 

As chaotic as the start of this date was, so peaceful was the end of it. They got home pretty late, getting off on their own floor to avoid Tony or Clint ruining their moods, kicking off their heels for some sweet relief. Natasha poured Katya a drink to end the evening, finding her in front of the huge floor to ceiling windows their living room had. She loved watching the city at night, all the lights.

"Life's fucking crazy at the moment," Katya mumbled absentmindedly as she rested her head on Natasha's shoulder, taking a sip of her drink.

Natasha gently caressed her back, tracing the shape of her spine. The muscles underneath her hand were tenser than usual. She wasn't the only one struggling with all this change. "Good crazy or bad crazy?"

Katya pursed her lips in thought. "I haven't decided yet, but I have a good feeling about this group. Everything happens for a reason."

"You know I don't believe in that," Natasha teased gently.

"You'll see, baby. You'll see," Katya smiled knowingly, downing her drink in one go. She stepped away to put her glass down, planting her hands in her sides. "Now, I believe you were hungry."

Natasha frowned. They had just eaten a five course meal. "Hu—" A sly smile pulled on Katya's lips, making her stop short. "Oh." The scene in the elevator.

Katya's smile widened mischievously as she stepped closer and teasingly toyed with Natasha's necklace, her fingertips brushing over her collarbones. "Maybe if you pull my dress off right here, the fans downstairs can get a glimpse," she spoke innocently, but her actions were far from.

Her motivations were so obvious—rile Natasha up—yet Natasha rarely found herself care enough or strong enough to resist. Why would she be stubborn and drag this out if she could have Katya in her bed sooner?

She yanked Katya closer and whispered hotly in her ear. "Don't tempt me."

[cadaverre]

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ the swords are drawn, they really are

JUNO ☆ they/them (i dont mind she/her) ☆ minor (xv) ☆ bisexual ☆ cancer sun, libra moon, sag rising ☆ intp-t ☆ aus ☆ either a celestial god or a pebble ☆ anxious mess ☆ i change my theme way too much ☆ sparkling water > regular water ☆ in love with piercings and wants all of them ☆ professional procrastinator ☆ a humanities/arts/music girl in a science/maths world ☆ dont know much abt society but i know i hate capitalism ☆ wouldnt survive a day without spotify ☆ free palestine!! ☆

LOVES ⭑.ᐟ - literature, the arts, queer culture, astronomy + astrology, witchcraft, feminism (no terfs allowed!!!!), cold drinks, miniskirts, doc martens, dark red, nail polish, mascara, lipgloss, brie (always dreaming of cheese), pinterest, spotify, my headphones, the ocean, my grandparents house, spring+winter, fiddling around on the guitar, fantasising about being a famous musician, finding new music, snow, going to concerts, psychology, web weaving, learning languages (currently learning spanish and i want to learn latin!)

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

MOVIES + SHOWS ⭑.ᐟ - juno, dont look up, little women (2019), scream (i like most of them but 1996 is my fav by far), ladybird, barbie (2023), some of the mcu (thor and guardians of the galaxy <33), spiderverse (itsv is my love), gilmore girls, stranger things, loki, heartstopper, arcane, scott pilgrim takes off + scott pilgrim vs the world, mean girls (i love both hehe), dr who, percy jackson (the show, i um havent read the books), gossip girls, do revenge, my little pony, the bear, hannibal, we are lady parts, bottoms

MUSIC ⭑.ᐟ - boygenius + solos, taylor swift, glaive, brakence, paramore, ricky jamaraz, melanie martinez, lana del rey, ashnikko, girl in red, billie eilish, doja cat, big thief, adrianne lenker, ethel cain, mitski, remi wolf, cigarettes after sex, ericdoa, tv girl, clairo, the neighbourhood, bon iver, deftones, maneskin, courtney barnett, poppy, the smiths, american football, susannah joffe, renee rapp, mcr, the front bottoms, pierce the veil, gracie abrams, feeble little horse, esha tewari, radiohead, chappell roan, charli xcx

ALBUMS ⭑.ᐟ - the record, 1989 tv, around the fur, riot, three cheers for sweet revenge, all we know is falling, hypochondriac, girl with fish, doa, things with wings, punk2, songs, masterpiece, guts, lust for life, dykttatuob, punisher, stranger in the alps, i care so much that i dont care at all, collide with the sky, manic, badlands, folklore, trafoamp, k-12, crybaby, portals, this is why, ttpd + the anthology, hit me hard and soft, the bends, brat, the secret of us, home video

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[apocalypse-shuffle]

TONY STARK | IRON MAN (616)

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“Office Time” (Tony Stark x Fem!Reader)

| Tony visits the reader at her office job. Just to hang out…no other reason.

| SFW, slice of life(?), nothing crazy happens they’re just talking, fluff

| Pic source: Tony Stark: Iron Man comics

| 2k+ words

Tony saunters into your office thirty minutes after finishing up with a business meeting in the area. He’s long since ditched his suit jacket, leaving him in a partially unbuttoned dress shirt and slacks, polished oxfords clacking on the vinyl as he travels down the office building’s nearly vacant hallways.

He knocks on your door while already walking himself in.

“Hey! It’s your boyfriend. Remember me?”

You glance at him briefly with a roll of your eyes but still flash him a smile before turning back to your monitor. The sleek black design was Stark Tech, gifted by himself, because no associate of his was working on anything less than the best. He can hear the tell tale signs of a conference call once he kicks the door closed behind him.

A small smirk eclipses his face at the sight of you and he edges his way across the room on silent feet. You toss him a curious glance but he waves you off. He’s got a hunch he plans on getting to the bottom of and he’s willing to risk your ire to do so. He thinks the reward will be greater than the risk in this case, though. Certainly more than his usual impulsive calls for excitement.

You only lightly startle when he plops down next to you on the floor behind your desk.

“So…” he starts, stretching out the word while settling comfortably beside your legs where they’re not fully under the desk.

“So?”

You hum and begin shuffling around with some papers. Tony feels like the file beneath your hands could knock Thor out; it's so thick.

“You know I love you, and all that good stuff. So, when I say this I'm really not trying to seem like the biggest jerk on the planet but, uh.” Tony scratches the back of his head as your eyes narrow at your screen. “Haha, okay. This is gonna be a little awkward, even for me, but did you get that package I sent you earlier?”

“Uh huh. It’s under my desk,” your face twitches funnily before you lick your lips. “It’s not secretly a…bomb…is it?”

You parse the question out tentatively and Tony blinks up at you.

“I would never do something so irresponsible.”

You squint, bright eyes still locked on whatever you’ve got running on the computer.

“Mmm, you kind of already have though.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle when the man smiles at you, blue eyes sparkling in amusement.

“I see what you’re trying to do right now, and it won’t work.”

“Oh you do? Well that’s okay because I distinctly remember a certain Armored Avenger crashing into the side of this building a month ago.”

“I’ll have you know, I was thrown, actually.”

You give a little nod randomly to the screen before addressing him.

“Whatever,” you sniff. “I could’ve died.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, the world's shittiest boyfriend award goes to me. Thanks.”

He’s going for playful dismissiveness, but if the look you throw at him is any indication he missed by a mile and ended up firmly at the corner of much too needy and much too self deprecating.

“Don't punch down, it looks bad on you. You still ended up saving me.”

“I don’t think the good deed counts if I caused the problem in the first place.”

“In this case we'll make an exception,” you frown at whatever’s on your screen but Tony doesn’t really know what to do at your reassurance. Eventually you fill the silence the room descends into.

“You’re good, though? Not slowly dying from some weird alien goo or anything?”

In a bid to dismiss your clear worry Tony waves his hand, “I’m fine, really. Just was in the area…Wanted to see you,” he shrugs. “Make sure you haven't opened that box.”

Tony gives himself a good chuckle before realizing the room’s other occupant isn’t laughing. His head whips to the side and his eyes widen. You’re cringing.

“Oh shit! You did? Honey...I...uh…” he trails off as you turn off your camera and slowly turn to him. Your face is pinched in guilt and embarrassment, and would you look at that, Tony feels like shit now.

“Hold on, Y/n, I’m not upset about it, just shocked I’m apparently rubbing off on you this much, and embarrassed.”

Your shoulders drop and you tap your manicured nails in succession once before your grimace turns into a soft smile.

You let out a small chuckle, “What’s so wrong with the gift you’d be embarrassed about it?”

“It’s just…uh…” he looks up at you and you smile.

“Proof that you care?”

He waves his hands around.

“No! I mean, yea- it just wasn’t supposed to come today.”

You nod sagely and place the gift, a beautifully crafted gold band set, gently atop your folder of doom.

“What exactly do you…think about them, though?”

Tony watches avidly as you chew on your lip for a moment.

He didn’t think after all you’d been through this would be the catalyst for you breaking up with him, but he really doesn’t want to disappoint you either.

It didn’t hurt that you were gorgeous to boot and could go toe to toe with Tony’s own brand of witt.

Neither of you take your eyes off the other as you suddenly push your chair back so you’re facing him. The moment you kick off one of your heels your boyfriend’s gaze locks on your bare foot. Tony’s breath hitches as you lift the fullness of your right leg up in front of his face. You slip the golden garter from your toes up to settle at the middle of your thigh, delighting in the way the hero tracks its trajectory.

Sliding the two thin gold cuffs up to your left forearm elicits the same amount of infatuation. After you finish putting on his gifts you meet his eyes and can't help the smile that tugs at your lips.

“Is that answer enough for you?” You lean forward to press a kiss to his cheek. “I love them, Tony. Thank you.”

Tony stares up at you, goofy grin taking over his face before he shifts to physically pat himself on the back. You laugh at him and turn back to your computer.

“Alright, yeah! Good on me. Best boyfriend of the year award firmly secured!”

You give him a little subdued upturn of your lips while flicking back on your camera. The meeting you’re in is still droning on without you.

“I won’t disagree with you, Tee,” you smirk. “Though that is a completely made up award.”

He squawks at your accusation, never mind that it was true.

You pay no further mind to his outburst except to shush him as you begin once again listening to what sounded like your team lead giving you all a hell of a talking to.

He takes to idly fiddling with his emergency screwdriver and the landline that was on your desk for the half hour it takes for your meeting to wrap up. He finds and disables a S.H.I.E.L.D tracker, two of Fury’s information gathering bugs, and one of his listening devices that was thankfully not transmitting -goddamn paranoid asshole- within the first twenty minutes.

Each time he finds something, identifies it and takes it apart, he shows it to you and by the time he’s fished out the last “addition” you look heavily irritated.

“Alright, yes, thank you for letting me listen in Ma’am…Mhm…Goodbye to you as well,” you say before logging off.

You turn to Tony, still cross legged on the floor, and your face goes from mildly irritated to furious in seconds.

“What the hell?”

Tony scowls at the ruined tech, “What the hell, indeed. Why would the General be tracking you?”

You shake your head.

“I work a desk job,” you say deadpan. “So it can’t be that, but I'd bet a lot that someone found out about us.”

“I want in on that bet,” Tony jokes lowly, dropping the ruined pieces of S.H.I.E.L.D tech into his pocket.

You rub at your forehead and Tony makes a soft noise before getting up on his knees and grabbing the hand that’s in your lap. He squeezes it softly.

“Don’t stress yourself out, I'll deal with it, okay? No one messes with my woman and gets away with it.”

You return the soft hold and snort as y’all lock eyes. Tony smirks and kisses the hand in his grasp. You smile softly down at him, bracing your elbow on the desk and leaning your head on your free fist.

“Your woman, huh?”

He can tell you’re putting on a brave face by how quickly your laughter fades after that. How fast your expression and tone goes from playful to something duller, and he knows he’s going to try and cheer you up before he even comes up with an actual plan.

“Yup.”

He winks at you, signature smirk softened around the edges, and you scoff while flicking his nose.

“Oh? Does that make you ‘my man’ then?”

“You’re damn right it does.”

You both let out quiet laughs while holding each other’s gazes. Dark lashes brush against brown skin when you blink and your eyes go half lidded, thumb running over his knuckles. It’s enough to make a grown man blush honestly.

Tony loves when the combined energy between you both sparks like this. It makes his body tingle in a way it never has with any of his past partners.

Sunset used to make him warm all over but it was never a good kind of warm, she used to make him feel lacking with nothing but pretty words and a flutter of her lashes. Tiberius didn’t make him feel like anything less than the shit stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Rumiko was like spring, blooming flowers and soft grass, but her dad had ripped her away the second he found out she was seeing a Stark so he’d never gotten to feel how they sparked. Janet made him want to dance and sing, her heat was like kinetic energy on a dance floor, but he was never a physical activity type of guy and she’d needed Hank more than him so their spark had fizzled out. Pepper and him had had a good run but in the end they hadn’t been what the other needed, but she was much more content with Happy anyway.

But you?

You made him calm like fall. All cool gusts of air and falling leaves when you looked at him during your rare moments of stillness together. Moments that made him want to fall into that pile of leaves and never come out. You pull him in like the world would stop revolving without you.

Your lips meet in a soft kiss.

You sigh against his mouth, hand moving to tilt his chin up more securely. He leans up to meet you halfway and you lean down to close the gap without a second thought. You and Tony devour each other slowly. You taste like coffee, like fall, and he’s desperate for it.

When you break apart neither of you are out of breath but he’s sure his eyes are just as dilated as yours. You’re only a hair's width apart as you breathe each other's air and he maps the intricacies of your face.

His eyes light up as he gets an idea.

“How bout’,” he pecks you on the lips before pulling back. “I cheer you up.”

“How so?” you ask, the smile you give him is wistful but the brown of your dark eyes twinkle.

Tony shivers. Your eyes only take on that mischievous sparkle when you’re planning or when you smell blood in the water and have somebody pegged. Tony usually likes the outcome of either of those.

There’s a twist to that usual assessing stare right now though.

You’re looking at Tony in the way Tony’s decided is reserved only for him. His stomach flutters. He’s not a particularly observant guy when it comes to normal people’s (ie: people that aren’t trying to kill him, use his money for villainy, or are who he fights beside) social cues, he accepted that years ago, but even he could tell that you were soft on him.

He throws you a heated look before adjusting his position on the carpet and moving down. He coaxes your legs apart with gentle touches before leaning in to plant a kiss on the soft inside of your thigh.

“I think I can come up with something,” he murmurs.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This is not all canonical (obviously). Also mind any typos I’ll get to them eventually.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it. this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Nails - Bucky Barnes X Female Reader

Title: Nails

Bucky Barnes X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Tony, Natasha, Steve, Maria, Nick, Wanda, Vision, Pietro, Peter P (Mentioned), Thor, Bruce, and Sam

Requested by Anon!

WC: 2,973

Warnings: Slight fighting, Tony gets jealous, slight change in MCU timeline, Peitro lives (cause I can), Hydra never took over SHIELD, fighting mentioned, nervousness, Bucky's in love, slight angst, and fluff

You bobbed your head lightly, humming along to your favorite song as it played through your Bluetooth speaker. Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you gently and slowly brushed the nail polish on your nail, trying not to mess up. It had been a slow day for the Avengers, (and you), today being a rare break day. You were glad. You needed a break. A day to chill out, listen to music, eat junk food, and have a 'me' day.

It also meant you'd have a bit more time with your boyfriend, Bucky. All this fighting aliens and mischievous god's was taking time away from you and him. Everyday it was wake up, get some training in, maybe a meeting or two, fight someone who thinks they can conquer the world, come back and try and rest. Plus… Don't forget. Paperwork. You'd have to do some much paperwork for Fury that you'd think your fingers would fall off from far too much writing and typing.

But today was a special day, today you were going to relax with your boyfriend. If he ever came back from training with Steve that is. He left a good two hours ago, so you hoped he'd be back soon. You missed him. Even though you were with him most of the day. Waking up beside each other, sitting at breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, and falling asleep next to one another; you missed him. 

Bucky was your knight in shining Vibranium. He was your life and you wouldn't have it any other way. You often smiled when you thought back to when you first met the man. Introducing yourself to him during the fight at the airport. Sort of awkward, since you were holding off that Spider-Kid from webbing him and Sam. It was memorable, to say the least. After the battle and after Tony apologized and allowed Bucky to stay at the tower with you and the other Avengers, you slowly got closer to Bucky. And the rest was history. 

~~~

Not even hearing your door open, Bucky paused at the door. He watched as you laid on your stomach, feet kicking softly in the air as you painted your nails. Kicking the door shut gently, he finally grabbed your attention, a bright smile appearing on your face as you looked up at him.

"Hi, honey! How was training with Steve? Did you kick his butt?" You asked before going back to what you were doing. 

Bucky nodded, grabbing the small towel from his shoulders and wiping his forehead. "Hey, doll… I did kick his butt. Uh… What are you doing?" He asked, as you paused to look back up at him.

"Painting my nails." Your eyes then lit up, "Oh! Can I paint yours?" You asked, capping your polish bottle rapidly before rolling and hopping off the bed. Standing before him as you rocked off the balls of your feet, flapping your hands in the air beside you as you tried to dry your nails. "It'll be fun." You tried to convince him in a singsong voice. 

Bucky pursed his lips, eyes narrowing slightly as he glanced from your hands to the polish on your bed. You seemed to have a large amount of different colors of the said polish. Reds, blues, whites, and greens. Even a few sparkling and glittering ones. Glancing back to you, Bucky sighed softly before nodding. How could he say no to you? You were just so cute when you gave him that face. Big wide puppy dog eyes, bottom lip jut out slightly in a small pout. 

"Okay."

You jumped in excitement, even squealing slightly before you went in to hug Bucky, but stopped yourself. You scrunched up your nose, eyes gazing over his sweaty body. "First. Shower mister. You are a sweaty sweaty boy." You spoke, gesturing to the bathroom before you hopped back on the bed, organizing your polish collection for Bucky when he came back out.

Bucky sighed, a small admiring smile forming upon his lips. He stared at you for a moment, watching as you organized, completely in awe of you. How did he get so lucky? Tossing his towel in the laundry bin in the corner of the room, Bucky made his way to the bathroom.

~~~

Stepping out of the bathroom, Bucky ruffled his hair with his towel, already dressed in a pair of sweats and t-shirt. Hearing the door this time, you looked over. Eyes widening slightly, you jumped off the bed again, rushing up to him. 

"Buck, baby. No ruffling. It frizzes your hair, causing split ends." You lightly scolded, taking the towel from him. "Here. Grab and pat." You cooed, gently taking a section of Bucky's hair and patting it dry. Letting you do what you were going to do, Bucky just stood there, his arms making their way on your waist as he waited.

While he waited, he took his time to look at you. His eyes drifted across your face. The slope of your nose, the small freckles on your cheeks, your long lashes periodically fluttering as you look at his hair with such concentration.

"Alright." You snapped him out of his dreamy daze. "Hopefully, your hair will be all cute and wavy soon. Now, let's get your nails did. I already sorted out all my colors." You spoke, grabbing Bucky's hand and leading him the few feet to the bed. Sitting down, you gestured with your hand over your polishes. "I've got basically every color of the rainbow, even glitters if you're feeling fancy." 

Bucky peered down at your collection, his gaze sweeping over the reds, yellows, blues… Until he looked back up at you. "What do you think I should do?" He asked and you hummed.

"Well, if you wanted to do some matchy-matchy I'd say either silver or black. But if you wanted, we could do your favorite color? Or dealer's choice. But these are your nails, you can do whatever you want with them."

Bucky nodded, before deciding. "I'll do black then. Keep it simple." 

You nodded, grabbing the blacks from the bed. "Alright, would you like matte black, glitter black, shiney black, or my personal favorite… holo black?" You asked, holding out the polishes in your hand out for him. Bucky paused for a moment, before grabbing the matte black. You nodded in agreement. "Alright, hand the hand." Bucky gave you his hand, as you shook the polish and observed his nails. 

Setting his hand on your knee, you opened the lid of the black matte and pushed the brush on the edge to get rid of the excess polish before you began painting. Bucky watched as you did so, impressed by how steady your hands were. And like when he came into the room an hour before, you stuck the tip of your tongue out from your lips, humming to a song on your speaker. Again, he couldn't help but stare. Simply enamored by your presence. He felt his heart pound in his chest as his stomach flipped. He loved you. Every inch of you. From your head to your toes, you were perfect. 

You capped the lid, tightening it before you put it back on your bed. "Okay, all done!" You exclaimed, smiling down at your work before you looked up at Bucky. "Do you like them?" You then asked and Bucky looked down at his newly painted nails before he looked back up at you.

"I love them, doll." He spoke and you clapped your hands together with glee. "Thank you."

"You are welcome! I'm so glad you like them. I didn't even mess up. Though it is easier to paint someone else's than my own." You chuckled out, Bucky copying; you laugh being so infectious. "Do you wanna get some lunch? I can teach you how to make that avocado toast I like." You offered and Bucky gave you a small smile and nod.

"I'd like that." 

Hopping off the bed, you grabbed Bucky's metal hand, dragging him out the room. "Oh!" You exclaimed, looking up at Bucky as you walked, "Dry the nail polish like this." You spoke, before flapping your free hand in the air. "We don't want to ruin the nails." Bucky nodded before flapping his hand in the air like you showed him. 

Entering the main kitchen area, you and Bucky headed to the toaster. You reach up to grab the bread from the cupboard as Bucky grabbed an avocado from the fruit bowl. Working on showing Bucky how to cut the avocado and what correct spices and additives you'd need, Sam made his way into the kitchen, back from his run and shower. Grabbing a cup from the cupboard, Sam glanced down, noticing Bucky's polish.

"You painted your nails?" He asked, pausing what he was doing as both you and Bucky looked over at him.

"I painted them." You corrected, watching carefully as Sam stared down at Bucky's hand. "Do you… Want me to paint yours?" You asked hesitantly, before Sam looked up at you.

"Would you? I've never had them painted before." He spoke almost sheepishly as you gave him a smile, before spreading the avocado paste on the toast.

"I'd love to. Just after Buck and I's lunch." You agreed, tapping your toast against Bucky's and taking a bite.

~~~

Setting up all your polishes on the kitchen counter, you sat on the bar stool as Sam sat on another. Bucky sat on the counter, snacking on a plum as he watched you ready your polishes. 

"Alright. What do you want for your nails? Multiple colors? One color? A design?"

"You can do designs?" Sam asked and you gave him a shrug.

"Kinda. I can do flowers, leaves, hearts… You know… Simple stuff. I'm not like a pro or anything." You laughed out awkwardly as Sam pondered over what he wanted. 

"Could you… Could you do clouds?" He then asked, an idea forming.

"Like realistic or 'Toy Story Andy's room wallpaper clouds' clouds?" 

"Andy's room." Sam answered and you gave a nod.

"Absolutely, that's simple. I suppose you want a blue sky as the background?" To that, Sam gave you a rapid nod.

"Alright, let's do this."

As you painted his nails, which took a bit longer than Bucky's, a couple more of your Avenger friends entered the room. Steve rounded the corner and greeted Bucky before pausing when he spotted you and Sam.

"What are you two doing?" He asked as you grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

Sam gave the soldier a smile, showing him his finished nails from one hand as you worked on the other. "Y/N's painting my nails."

"Oop," You spoke up, glaring up softly at Sam. "Don't move too much, birdy boy. Don't want to mess up." You scolded as Sam dropped his hand back down.

Steve smiled at the sight, taking a sip of his water. "Y/N, would you mind doing mine?" 

Sam sputtered a small laugh. "You want red, white, and blue?" He asked teasingly as Steve just stared at him.

"I mean… That was the idea but now you're making me contradict myself." He spoke and you glared once more at Sam.

"Steve can have whatever he wants. Don't tease him, or I'll tell the team what you did yesterday during the meeting." You threatened, Sam's eyes widening slightly as he shook his head.

Steve furrowed his eyebrows, "What happened at the meeting?" He asked but Sam shook his head.

"Nothing."

~~~

Natasha was the next Avenger to enter the kitchen, also pausing when she saw you now painting Steve's nails. Red, white, and blue. His thumb nails sporting his shield design. 

"What's going on here?" She asked, leaning against the counter beside Bucky as he ate his third plum of the day. "You starting a business?" She jokingly asked and you chuckled. 

"You know… I really could. But no, the boys just wanted their nails done." You spoke, finishing Steve's last nail. 

"Thanks, hon." He spoke, flapping his hands in the air before scooting off the bar stool.

You gave the man a smile, "Your welcome, Captain Bootylicious." Before turning to Natasha, leaning your elbow on the counter as you rested your hand under your chin.

"Do you want me to do your nails?" You asked the red-headed assassin as Sam slid up next to her.

"Yeah, look at mine." He spoke, showing off his nails to her.

Natasha hummed before she looked at you and gave you a nod. "Yeah, I'm down." 

You smiled brightly, already having a design in mind. "Awesome. Come on over, babe."

~~~

Tony whistled a tune as he entered the main living area of the tower. Hearing chatter and pop music, he paused his tune. Heading to the kitchen, Tony watched as Natasha and Bucky sat on the counters, Steve stood beside Bucky, Sam was at the stove making pancakes, Bruce was chatting with Thor and Vision, and you were painting Wanda's nails. Tony was beyond confused, looking even closer to see that everyone had their nails painted too. He was bewildered.

"Having a party without me?" He spoke up, gaining the group's attention as he walked in the slightly now crowded kitchen to grab a red Powerade. "I'm offended."

"Yes." Thor spoke, "A nail painting party."

Tony furrowed his eyebrows. "Nail painting party?" He repeated and the team gave him a nod.

"Yeah, turns out, Y/N's really good at painting nails." Natasha spoke, donning her black widow designed nails. 

"Interesting. Everyone got their nails done?" Tony asked as he spotted Bruce's nails, a soft icy blue. "Even you, Bruce?" He asked and the scientist nodded.

"You only live once." He shrugged his shoulders as Thor gave him a heavy clap on the back as he burst out into laughter. 

"The Spiderling taught me that that means 'yolo'." He commented, his nails sporting yellow and blue lightning bolts, the background pink, very retro. 

"You know, Stark…" Wanda spoke up from beside you, as you finished her nails up with a top coat. "You should get yours done too."

"Yeah, Tony Pepperoni." You began, pointing the polish brush at him. "Everyone's doing it."

Tony rolled his eyes as he gave you a smirk. "I don't see everyone doing it." 

Just then, Pietro speeded in, stopping beside Tony. "Hey, are you getting your nails done too?" He asked, before showing off his shiney holo blue nails to Iron Man. "I got blue." He spoke as Tony sighed. 

"Tony, what's wrong?" Steve started, pushing off the counter. "Anyone can have their nails painted." Only to make Tony dramatically sigh again.

"That's not the problem." He practically whined.

"Then what is the problem?" Vision asked, obviously confused as Tony opened his mouth to speak.

"I wasn't invited." He pouted, before everyone let out a laugh. "What? It would've been nice if someone told me." He ranted, as Wanda got off the stool, blowing softly at her glittery maroon nails. 

"Well, Tones." You begans, patting the stool seat. "I'm ready for my next client." You offered as Tony made his way to the seat and sat down. "What'll you be having?" You asked in a southern accent as Tony spied the colors. 

"Red and yellow please. It'll match my suits."

You grabbed the two colors, shaking them, "Coming right up."

~~~

"Why are Natasha and Bucky sitting on the counter?" Tony asked as you finished up his nails.

"Because they're snacks." You answered, earning a laugh out of the team.

"Oh, I'm a meal." Natasha asserted, flipping her hair over her shoulder elegantly.

Hearing the elevator ding, you paused what you were doing to see Nick Fury walk into the room. He also paused as he stared at you and the team. Unfreezing, he cleared his throat. "You all didn't show up to the meeting." He spoke simply. 

You furrowed your eyebrows. "There was a meeting?" You asked and Nick nodded. 

"Yes. About the new program we are starting. It was at four." He spoke and you hummed. "I sent you all a message."

"Well, I've been in here for a good two or three hours… My phone has been in my room." You shrugged before going back to finishing Tony's nails. "On silent." You added with a small smirk.

"What about all of you?" Nick began, crossing his arms as he glared at the rest of the team, "What are your excuses?" 

"I've been here this whole time." Steve spoke, as Bucky, Natasha, and Sam nodded in agreement. "I would've come if I had known."

"I would've come too." Bruce spoke up.

"I don't care for meetings." Wanda sighed as Pietro nodded.

"They are boring." He added. 

"I, Director Fury, would've made it but I wanted to stay with Wanda." Visions spoke as he looked down at Wanda with a dreamy smile. 

Fury sighed, "And you two? What about you?" 

"I don't have a phone." Thor answered.

Tony sipped his martini, "And I don't care."

Fury let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand down his face. Looking up, he watched in shock as Maria entered the room from the bathroom, her nails painted a mossy green with small pink flowers. She paused when she spotted Nick, gulping.

"Commander Hill." Nick greeted deeply as Maria stared at him as if she was a deer in front of headlights.

"Director Fury." She greeted back, before slowly walking over to grab her juice. 

Fury sighed again, before staring  at his team in front of him. "I don't know how New York is still standing." He muttered before taking a seat on the stool in front of you. "I'll have purple." He spoke defeated, the team cheering as you smirked, grabbing the purple polish from the counter.

"Director Fists of Fury. Welcome to the party."

[gaias-space]

The Maid And The God

Chapter Three

(Fem!reader, Enemies to lovers, angst, spit, cursing, some violence, 18+)

“Mom? What’s going on? Why are you-how?”

“ Shhh my love come here mommy’s got you”

She held your body while you lay in your bed. She made you feel safe. “What’s been going on sweetheart? Tell me everything” you didn’t quite understand what she meant, yet somehow knew exactly what she meant

“oh mom it’s loki. He’s awful! He always has made me feel so out of place and uncomfortable! I-I don’t know how to act. I don’t understand why he is so intimidating! Or why his parents love him! Who could love such a wretched”-

“Uh uh darling” her fingers shush your lips. “There is a lot you don’t understand my dear. I know your hurting. I know your scared but-“

You can’t control the sobs falling down your face “I am scared. I’m so damn scared mom. I don’t know how to do any of this without you. Everything was fine. Then he showed up and he’s ruined everything! I fear anything I do will start fights with him….I’m afraid I’m already on his bad side.”

You can’t stop rambling to her, crying harder then ever before. “I don’t know what I ever did to him. And now I work for him! And -and” you sniffle into your fist. “I feel so helpless. Why am I here? What am I doing? A servant got a greedy jerk! Everything’s so scary without you mom”

She holds you tighter. You missed her every day and you feel years of pain pooling out. “Hush now my little dove. Mommy’s got you”. You cried and cried into her until you could no longer. Exhaustion had hit you. Your eyes heavy and head resting on her chest. She smelt the same. Like lavender and her special perfume. You lay in her cocoon arms until you drift asleep.

The sun hits your skin and you bat your eyes. “Mom!” You call out. Gasping for air. But it was only a dream. You feel your heart sink. “Oh…” that sadness and overwhelming feeling you had comes back. Today was just a sad day. You drag yourself out of bed and step into your shower. You look in the mirror at yourself as you take each item of clothing off. You step into the shower feeling the warm water trickle down your body. You couldn’t stop thinking about the dream you had.

With each motion of washing your body your mind replayed the dream. Her smell, her arms, the way you felt so safe and finally could be vulnerable. But what did she mean? About loki? You shake the thought. You didn’t want to think about him just now. You hadn’t felt so happy and safe in so long. “If only I could sleep forever so I could be with you mom” you say to yourself. You hadn’t been this depressed in a while, and today you just didn’t care.

Your mother was gone. You were alone. You had no friends and The Odinson’s weren’t truly family to you. “Ugh fuck this” you turn the shower off and change aggressively into casual clothes. You weren’t going to wear your uniform today. But you knew one thing for sure; you weren’t taking anyone’s shit today. You were angry now, so angry. Why was life so cruel to you? You didn’t deserve this. And now you have to deal with this monster of a being. Me fucking know it all, better then everyone. Pfft! Who did he think he was? And how dare he threaten you? And intimidate you? The nerve! Had had not near experienced the pain you had been through. So why the hell were you going to sit around and be scared of him?

You acquire your cleaning supplies and began. You started off making sure the halls were clean, polished, and dusted. You took your time today. Why rush? It’s not like your day could get worse. Or were you secretly avoiding seeing loki today? Another thought you pushed aside. It had been a few hours and every part of the palace was perfect. You could see yourself in the floors reflection. You had made Frigga and Odins bed, Thors bed even though he rarely is around. He apparently does quests with a team called the avengers or something sometimes. You don’t pay much attention. Thor was lovely, but something about him never sat right. Yous used to be quite close when you were young, but as he got older and had more purposes and missions to fulfil he was almost too good? Self righteous almost?

Loki had this love/hate relationship with Thor. And you loved getting close with Thor when he visited. It pissed loki off, and he also kept you safe…another thing you never will share to anyone. But god did he bother you. You wanted them to know what it is like to be human just for one day. You close Thors door and slowly make your way to your last room. You dreaded this, you took your time even more. Step by step you ease to his doorstep. “Here goes. Nothing I Guess”. You were defeated, tired, sad, angry, passionate, furious. And holding that in was giving you enough confidence and strength to get through this next half hour. You Bang Open his door- it was locked, unlike the rest. “Loki open the fucking door”. Within seconds it swings open. And behold Loki stands in front of you. A calm expression on his face.

“Can you move. I have work to do like today”. He looked taken aback. “Well my my, aren’t we a grumpy little bird to”-

You raise your hand to shush him “not today loki” you state. Your tone cold and dominant. “I’m cleaning and I’m gone. You won’t even know I was here alright? Save your fighting for literally anyone else” you roll your eyes.

Loki doesn’t speak he just watches you in disbelief. You had never spoken to him like that. A big bubble of energy filled you. Look at you to! You stood up to him and Gods did it feel good. But you also held your breath in fear this would backfire. You needed to do this fast before loki changes his mind from being this calm person to starting another fight. Most of his room was clean from yesterday, almost like it was untouched. His bed and desk were the only things needing attending. “ Gods Y/N, you look like you haven’t slept.” There was a pause. You turn and look at Loki. Was he concerned? Why was he asking? “It’s absolutely disgusting and I don’t want to see my maid looking this way. Oh and your clothes. Why are you not in your uniform?” He scoffs. “Gods your pathetic.” You suck in a tight breath. There it was. Why did you even tempt the thought of him caring? You finishing tucking his sheets in and making his bed look perfect. “Firstly it’s absolutely none of your fucking business. Secondly there’s so much I want to respond to that, but your not worth the air loki. Your room is done, my duties are done for the day. I am leaving”.

You begin to storm out but suddenly hear the sound of a cup falling and smashing. Gritting your teeth your turn around on your heel. “Oops. Guess you missed a spot.” He smirks and watches you as You sigh. Of course he did that. You get down on your knees and pull out paper towel and some spray. “Oh and one more thing” loki says. You see his shoes first, he was right in front of you. You tilt your head up slowly but suddenly feel his hand fist your hair, forcefully pulling your head up. Loki leans in close to you his warm breath touching your face. “Remember who the fuck your talking to before you come in here with that attitude” And he did something you were not ready for. He spits across your face in disgust you try pulling away but your small head is in his large grip. “Your fucking pathetic. You are just a maid and nothing more. Now clean it up” he throws you to the floor your head almost hitting the ground.

You listen to his footsteps walk away and when you hear he’s gone you burst into tears. Today definitely got worse. Your chest ached & your eyes welled with tears. Who did you think you were? Talking to a literal god like that? You hated yourself more. You rapidly clean the mess and race back to your bedroom. You spent the rest of the evening crying. You were so hurt, in such a pain you couldn’t comprehend. You needed your mother. How could you let someone like loki treat you this way? Why did it matter if he was a god or a nobody? Why did he hate you so much?

You cried so hard you passed out asleep and when you finally woke it was still dark. What time was it? You didn’t move, you didn’t eat. You just ached. The room was silent for some time but soon you heard a little creek of your door. Startled you freeze up. “Y/N? …it’s uh..it’s Loki”.

[piareia]

The Fire Tides Chapter 2: Flaming the Fractures

I know Richard stated that Astrid narrates the story at the beginning instead of Hiccup and I fell in love with their choice to do that. But I found it hard for me to switch between the two in one chapter, especially since I can’t exactly 'write' the cover page of the comic ‘This is my story’ with Astrid’s face. That’s why I’ve decided to just stick to Hiccup for this chapter - everything else pretty much follows the plot. This chapter is more of a light-hearted one, tried to lighten things up after the last chapter.

“This is Berk. It storms twice a month and rains the other three. We don’t get much sun this time of the year but we often like to think of rain as a blessing from Thor himself - almost as if he’s gifting us with the growth of our farms! Especially since we’ve been working so hard to rebuild the island. I mean, with the help of all of our dragons of course.”

“Hey Hiccup, who are you talking to?” Tuffnut looked at him doe-eyed, stroking a grown-up Chicklet with a raised eyebrow.

“To the new people living here, Tuff! That’s twice you’ve interrupted me with that same question.” Hiccup let out a defeated sigh.  

“Yes, I did! I did interrupt you! But have you ever thought about customer service? Hiccup, my frail, ailing leader, you have so much yet to learn. The Berk tours are proficiently done yes, but questions are an everlasting part of the human mind. We must embrace our inner thoughts, our inner feelings, our-”

“Moving on!” Hiccup soared past him, signalling the new villagers to keep walking and new dragons to keep flying, “As you can see, more homes are being rebuilt. We figured its best to keep them up high, especially as it will suit the new dragons too. That’s why I’ve requested more wooden stilts for the foundations.”

“Oh! And feeding stations are being multiplied. As well as the shower pulleys!” Hiccup smiled at Astrid as he watched her hammer the scrap metal into place.

So much had happened since Drago, it was hard to believe that they were able to reestablish themselves in such a short amount of time. Things were still in construction, things still needed to be cleaned up (the twins really didn’t understand Hiccup’s ‘no’ to digging another boar pit!) but so far, with the amount of effort everyone was putting in, everything was going according to Hiccup’s plan.

He gazed at his father’s statue. It rained a little just an hour ago, so the sentinel looked shiny and glazed, almost as if it had been polished by the gods above. The legacy of his father was too masterful for anyone to even come remotely close and this giant structure reminded everyone, old and new, of one thing: there will never be another chief like Stoick the Vast. Hiccup sighed, slowly getting lost in thought.

“Ahem.”

His eyes fluttered and he looked to the left to see Eret and Skullcrusher.

“Hate to break the tour, Chief,” he scratched Skullcrusher’s head, “But we have a meeting to go to?”

“Oh, right.” Hiccup suddenly remembered and laughed, “Yep, with all the design plans, the new additions, the training schemes - that meeting flew right out of my head!”

“Well that’s why I’m here, Chief!” Eret remarked with a playful tone.

Hiccup gave an apologetic look to the new villagers and their dragons, “Sorry guys but the tour will have to end here. Please feel free to have a look around and get used to the place.”

By noon, Hiccup, Valka and the riders were all boarded on the Foreverwing – he decided to leave Gobber in charge, since he helped create majority of the design plans and knew them off by heart. Seeing as all of the trees and foliage made it difficult for them to have a full distinct view of what was in front of them, they all stood close to the Foreverwing’s head in order to keep a good eye on any incoming dangers.

Impatiently, Snotlout started stamping his feet, “Oi! You overgrown bird’s nest! If you don’t start to move in the next minute, I will cut off as many of these trees and use your brain as a drum for me to -”

The Foreverwing grunted and lazily nudged Snotlout’s body upwards, sending him flying to the very trees he wished to threaten him with.

“Aargh!”

Hiccup clutched onto Astrid’s hand as the Foreverwing began to move. The two stood in front of the sun in a close embrace, closing their eyes to the warmth of the soft rays and the occasional drifts of the calm breeze. However, he didn’t know whether the Foreverwing took a harsh jostle or nearly fell asleep again, but somehow, her hand slipped out of his.

“Seems like the gods are reassessing whether you should be with me!” Hiccup chuckled, grabbing hold of her waist tightly.

“Oh really? Well, I’d have to say it’s the other way around.” Astrid laughed as she played with Hiccup’s hands.

“You always have to one up me, don’t you?”

“I guess it’s only fair since you’ve one upped me too many times in the past!” she smirked, giving him a quick consoling peck on the cheek as they gazed at the floating clouds.

And that's Chapter 2 done! Hope you guys enjoyed it, a very huge contrast between this and the last chapter I know! Tried to include some foreshadowing about the overpopulation issue and Hiccup and Astrid getting separated after the maelstrom. Currently working on Chapter 3 (the meeting between the chiefs), so be prepared for the reunion between Hiccup and Dagur/ Eret and his Father/ Fishlegs and Heather hehe! :)

[lillywillow]

Thor the Goat

Summary: Loki isn’t happy about Thor taking his horned helmet. He comes up with an appropriate punishment

Word Count: 1490

Characters: Teen!Thor and Teen!Loki

Warnings: Use of magic and a lot of silliness

A/N: I came up with the idea after looking at a gif set of Loki’s horns throughout the MCU. If anyone else would like to use the prompt, they’re welcome to but @thorfics, this one is for you.

The two princes of Asgard were just like any other pair of brothers. Loki was studious and enjoyed reading. Thor was boisterous and liked roughhousing. The two of them were total opposites but when were things were tough, they had each other’s backs. They may not have always gotten along but underneath everything, they truly had a brotherly bond that could not be broken.

…

One warm afternoon, Thor and his friends were sitting around bored in the gardens. Sif and Fandral were making flower crowns, Hogun was relaxing under a tree, chewing on a piece of long grass while Thor and Volstagg were gazing at the clouds.

“This is boring!” Thor declared, sitting up.

“If you don’t like it, think of something for us to do,” Sif replied, completing her crown and starting on a new one.

Thor huffed and looked around. There was nothing of note in the immediate vicinity but in the hills, he spotted a pair of rams engaged in a mighty battle. An idea struck him. A rather stupid idea that he would come to regret later but at the moment, it seemed like a lot of fun. Thor told his friends of his plans.

…

A while later, Thor and Volstagg placed their helmets on their heads.

“Doesn’t that belong to Loki?” Fandral asked.

“I’ll put it back,” Thor insisted. This, however, didn’t necessarily mean the armour would be in the same state he “borrowed” it in.

The two warriors in training lined themselves up and then ran at each other at full speed. With a deafening clang of metal against metal, their heads collided, sending the two boys stumbling in opposite directions before falling in the ground. They began laughing.

“Fools,” Sif scoffed, going to find something else to do.

Thor grinned and removed his helmet and noticed the horns had bent and the polish was scratched. Maybe Loki wouldn’t notice it? Thor put the item back where he found it and hoped that it might look untouched.

…

When Loki entered his room, he had the sense that someone else had been in there recently. He knew it couldn’t have been the servants; it was the wrong time of day for their rotation. Becoming a little frantic, he searched all over. When he looked in his closet, that’s when he saw the display for his armour. On top, was his horned helmet, all dented and scratched. Furious, Loki stormed off to his mother’s library.

…

Frigga had been in another part of the gardens when she had heard the almighty clash. While hadn’t seen the events that had taken place, she had a feeling it had something to do with her sons. Even before she entered the library’s dark magic section, she could hear Loki grumbling to himself.

“What did Thor do this time?” Frigga softly sighed. The last time she caught Loki here, Thor had found and read Loki’s diary.

With tears welling in his eyes, Loki conjured his helmet and showed his mother the damage.

“He has no respect for my things!” Loki shouted.

Frigga enveloped him in a gentle hug. Loki wrapped his arms around her tightly and sniffled.

“I know you’re angry, my son, but you must not use dark magic on your brother.”

“It’s not fair,” he whined.

Frigga kissed his head.

“Come and have tea and we’ll discuss it…”

Loki wiped his eyes and nodded.

…

After talking things through with his mother Loki felt much better, although, he still felt that Thor should be dealt some punishment. While Frigga may have forbade using dark magic, she didn’t ban it altogether. Loki came up with a plan; one befitting of Thor’s crime.

…

Much later, Thor was walking around in the gardens when he spotted a small, green snake. Grinning to himself at finding a new little friend, he chased it, completely forgetting what happened the last time he did so. Thor ran all the way to the edge of the gardens and realised too late when the snake transformed into Loki.

“Brother? What are you-?”

The question was unable to be completed as Thor was enveloped in a shimmering, emerald light. When Thor opened his eyes, he was now in the form of a goat.

“Loki? What did you do?!”

“It is simple, brother. I came up with a punishment suiting your actions. Maybe next time you’ll think before you touch my things,” Loki explained.

“Change me back at once!” Thor demanded.

“Not until you learn your lesson.”

“This isn’t funny!” the Thor goat bleated.

“It is from where I stand,” Loki victoriously smirked.

The Thor goat continued to bleat and buck in protest while Loki dodged every attempt at his charge while laughing. Neither of them noticed the dark shadow looming overhead until the large figure was upon them. Loki watched in horror as a dragon grabbed the Thor goat in its mighty talons and took off.

Odin was going to kill him! Loki knew he had to get Thor back before their father learned of any of this… and of course, he didn’t want his brother eaten by a dragon.

…

Loki made his way up the mountain. He knew he had no chance of fighting the dragon in its lair so he would have to use cunning and stealth if he was going to rescue his brother, all the while hoping he had reached Thor in time. Loki crept into the mouth of the cave and waited for the right time to move. Judging by the constant screaming and swearing, Thor was truly alive and well by Loki had to move fast. He spotted a nest and by the soft wiggling, they were due to hatch soon. Loki threw a stone into a further section of the cave and hearing signs of an intruder; the dragon went to investigate. Quickly, Loki made his way over to the Thor goat.

“Loki? Loki! Oh, you are in so much trouble! Wait until father finds out about this!”

Loki held a finger in front of his lips and desperately tried to make Thor be silent but the dragon had already heard the ruckus. With a mighty roar, she came after them. Loki knew if they were going to get out of here alive, he would have to think fast. He used a blinding flash of light to temporarily distract the dragon and encouraged Thor to run. The pair made their way to the mouth of the cave and looking at the steep mountain below, Loki knew there was only one way to get down the rocky slopes. The dark-haired prince changed himself into the form of a goat.

“Loki? What are doing?!”

“Follow me!” Loki ordered.

Together, the two Asgardian goats made their way down the mountain side, leaping and bounding, narrowly avoiding the teeth and talons of the dragon behind them. It was only when they were safely back behind the palace walls did Loki turn them back into boys again. They took a few minutes to catch their breath before looking at each other and bursting into laughter. As dangerous as that was, they could also see the humour in it. When the laughs died down, Thor’s face grew serious.

“I am truly sorry, brother. I never should have taken your helmet without asking you first… or gone through your room without permission.”

Loki smiled softly. All he ever wanted was a genuine apology from his older brother and not because their mother had made him do so.

“I’m sorry too, Thor. I never should have turned you into a goat.”

“I promise never to take your helmet again if you promise never to turn me into a goat again.”

“Deal.”

The two brothers hugged and agreed to never tell Odin about their little misadventure. Of course, Odin found out eventually but by then, they were fully grown.

For a long time, the two brothers kept their promises but one night, Thor got drunk and repeated the actions of his youth. Seeing as Thor failed to keep his end of the deal, Loki changed him into a goat again, but this time, he made sure to do it in an area the Thor goat wouldn’t but taken by dragons. As it turned out, the story wasn’t exclusive to just the two of them. When Loki met Sylvie, she had told him a story of her older sister taking her horned tiara and breaking it but that was a tale for another time.

[levans44]

Damage Control - Chapter 2

11:03 pm, Yesterday

Pathetic.

Not only was she pitifully on time to the party, but it was also painfully obvious just how much attention she had paid to her appearance. The last time she had spent this much time getting ready was for the giant annual SHIELD fundraiser last year.

She stopped just short of the entrance to Tony’s house, letting out a breath and smoothing down the front of her gown — a satin slip dress, rich navy shimmer. Low dip at the neck, tight around her hips before cascading down her legs with a luxurious sheen. Sparkly diamond earrings and necklace to match. Shiny black heels. The whole ensemble had cost her a fortune and a half.

To top it all off, she had managed to create an elaborate updo, spending hours trying to perfect it down to the last curl. Brushing a few strands out of her face, she peered up at the familiar yet still intimidating doors of Tony’s mansion. It stared back down at her with all its grandiosity, polished glass and gleaming gold daring her to enter.

Her staring contest with the door didn’t last long however, as she heard a line of cheerful guests chatting their way to the entrance of the party, sounds of shrill laughter and fancy shoes clicking against the marble pavement ringing through the driveway.

She bit her lip, determined to keep her worries at bay. She was nervous for more reasons than one, but decided not to dwell on them as she trailed behind the loud guests through the heavy glass doors.

As soon as she stepped inside, she was immediately greeted by a gust of live music and expensive perfume. Pepper Potts was quick to spot her at the door, greeting her enthusiastically and looking way too relaxed for her usual self at a Tony Stark party; she normally spent her time making sure that Tony didn’t blow half the house down to entertain the guests. Judging by the way she swayed back and forth, perhaps the champagne in her hand had helped.

“Hi, Pepper, how are you?” She greeted cheerfully as Pepper went in for a tight hug.

“Oh, just fantastic. What about you? I can imagine the recent debacle on Time Square’s been keeping you busy.”

She rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh. “I know. You’d think they’d be able to go one week without causing a ruckus” They both stared resentfully at the group of superheroes crowded around a bar in the far corner, watching Thor attempt to make an overzealous toast before clumsily knocking over a vase and three bottles of wine in the process.

Pepper shook her head and downed the remainder of the champagne in her glass, wincing. “Mm, when that day comes, I am taking a long holiday and never coming back.”

“You and me both Pepper.”

They made eye contact and shared a loud laugh. She remembered the first time she was introduced to Pepper, back when she was promoted to working as Tony’s assistant. Upon minutes of watching her work, she immediately grew to appreciate her tenacity, which was strong enough to handle even the great Tony Stark.

Soon enough, Piper was steering her toward the bar to “introduce her to the rest of the team,” an arm around her shoulders as they made small talk.

“How’s Anne doing? I heard about the tenure award.”

“She’s great, and yeah, the whole office got together for…”

As they approached the rowdy group of superheroes, she eyed them slowly: some sitting, some standing behind the bar. As soon as Tony spotted Pepper, he extended an arm toward her before stumbling tipsily, only to have Pepper lunge forward to catch him.

“Woah, ok, Tony. You might want to slow down on the scotch.” Pepper gave a nervous laugh, patting the front of Tony’s suit down in a familiarly threatening gesture.

Tony was too drunk to notice, however, as he waved her off with a mumbled “no, it’s fine, I’m fine.”

As Tony turned around, she was greeted with a loud “Manhattan!” The rest of the group’s attention fell on her, and she shrunk under their intense gaze.

She recognized everyone gathered there, even though she didn’t know any of them personally: Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Bruce Banner, and, most unfamiliar to her, James Buchanan Barnes. The nervous ball in her chest dissipated a bit after spotting Maria Hill sat in the corner, whom she had gotten to know during tedious meetings at HQ.

Tony spent a painfully long time introducing her to each Avenger, giving her information that was basically included in her job title to know top to bottom. It felt strange to meet these people in person, people whose messes she was so used to cleaning up after.

“… and that’s Seargent Barnes, a ruthless Soviet assassin now turned ruthless assassin for us.”

As her eyes trailed down involuntarily to the agent’s metal hand, peeking underneath the tight black shirt he was sporting, Tony bent down to her ear, whispering loud enough for the rest of the group to hear.

“Oh, and try not to bring up the giant shiny metal arm, he gets a lil’ sensitive about it.” He gave her a playful wink, which got an eye roll and a barely-detectable-but-still-there smile from the ‘Winter Soldier’, so she figured it was appropriate for her to smile and give him a small nod. To her surprise, he nodded back.

Tony peered around, frowning. “Where’s Rogers and Wilson?”

“I think you mean Wilson and Rogers.”

A familiar voice sounded from behind her and Tony, making her stomach jump. She whipped around with a wide smile, any remaining tension in her dissolving at the wide grin on the man’s face.

“Sam!” She didn’t know what had compelled her to do it, but she jumped up to give him a hug. Sam, who took a second to recover from shock, hugged her back even tighter.

Aside from the immediate joy of seeing a familiar face, perhaps she was so excited because Sam was a welcome change to everyone else she had met that night. While Tony and Pepper were amazingly welcoming people, and the Avengers seemed friendly enough, they all intimated her one way or another, be it the overbearing wealth, intelligence, or notoriety.

But with Sam, she felt nothing but ease and trust. They had met when she spent the summer of her freshman year of college volunteering at the VA. Over the months, she had become well-acquainted with his warm and playful nature, helping him arrange support group meetings for veterans. She was somewhat disappointed to hear that he had joined the Avengers as Falcon a few years later.

Pulling back from the hug, she got a whiff of his warm spicy perfume, nostalgic notes of cinnamon and sandalwood, and was reminded of much simpler times: picking up extra shifts in barely air-conditioned cubicles in the heat of July, made worth it by late-afternoon strolls around the reflecting pool, as she and Sam munched on half-smokes from Ben’s — ‘best in D.C.’, he had claimed through a mouthful of sausage.

The would partake in heated debates over hotdogs or sandwiches until the summer sun disappeared languidly beneath the horizon, sky bleeding a brilliant shade of orange. At one point, she had even thought that they would have made a good couple, if their friendship had been any less strong.

Now, as she stood in front of him, she couldn’t hide her surprise at how much he had changed since they had last seen each other. Cheekbones more chiseled, biceps twice as big, and shoulders wider, more confident. Plus a brand new fucking beard. The invigorating light in his eyes hadn’t faded, though, and when he smiled, that same endearing gap between his front teeth reminded her that at least a part of him hadn’t changed.

“Wow, how long has it been?” He exclaimed, gesturing toward her as he looked her up and down, incredulous.

“10 years?” She speculated.

Chuckling in disbelief, he shook his head and let out a low whistle. “Crazy.”

Another tight hug that neither of them could help.

“You look good.” He grinned, pulling back, with which she responded with a warm smile and a playful pat on the arm.

“You too, Wil”

“I see you’ve somehow already met Birdman.” Tony stepped between them, scratching his head in confusion.

“Yeah,” she nodded, still in awe at reuniting with the man in front of her, “We worked at the VA together.”

“Fascinating,” Tony responded insipidly, to which she just smiled and rolled her eyes.

Sam gasped, suddenly rushing forward.

“Oh man, my fault, I totally forgot!” He gestured toward the man who had been standing them all along.

A showy wave of his hand, and a small bow for extra dramatic effect. “This is the Steve Rogers”

“Sam.” The man next to him muttered and nudged Sam in his side, embarrassed.

As her attention shifted to him, her breath halted at the gaze that met hers. Soft eyebrows and even kinder eyes that crinkled at the corner, pink lips forming a gentle smile as he reached forward and extended a hand. At the gesture, the thin material of his shirt rippled, stretching against his bulging biceps and dear god, those shoulders.

She’s read plenty of material on America’s hero, but never seen him in person. Now she believed her coworkers when they said he’s more godly than Thor Odinson himself.

“Captain Rogers, it’s a pleasure.” She replied, nodding.

“Please, just Steve.” A deep timber ringing deep in his chest as his warm palm made contact with hers. “And the pleasures all mine.”

She couldn’t believe that this was the first time they were being introduced to each other, considering how much she already knew about him. Now, seeing him in what people in her line of work called ‘civilian attire,’ a tight blue dress shirt and fitted black slacks, she couldn’t help but be intrigued about what kind of man stood behind the red-white-and-blue shield.

Her thoughts were interrupted abruptly by Tony, who made a point in rolling his eyes and snoring noisily next to them.

“God, is this a party or a press conference? Come on! Capsicle -” A tipsy finger pointed at the blonde hero “- I challenge you and Wilson here for a game of…” A pause for dramatic effect, an all-too-familiar mischievous grin on his face.

“…Beer Pong.”

A mixture of groans and bets erupted around the group as Tony shuffled everyone over to the ping pong table.

But as she was pulled aside by her ex-boss to discuss ‘battle strategy,’ she didn’t fail to catch the way Captain America’s eyes lingered on her, meeting her gaze for a brief moment before quickly faltering.

And when he thought she wasn’t looking, those same eyes trailed across her features and down the curves of her dress, in a matter she’s never seen Captain America do before.

12:37 am

Two rounds of beer pong (both of which she and Tony lost), followed by a bonus redemption round that Tony demanded on the account that both of their opponents had “unfair physical advantages.” Since then, Tony had ushered out the rest of his guests (not without introducing her to Brad Pitt first, of course), and organized a ‘SHIELD agents only’ afterparty of sorts.

They sat around in a circle in Tony’s giant living room — her, Maria, and the Avengers — with Thor’s hammer as the center of everyone’s attention.

“Whatever man, it’s a trick!"

“Well please, be my guest.” Thor gestured smugly to his hammer, sitting on the coffee table (which was most definitely not worthy).

Clint Barton rolled his eyes, twirling a stray drumstick in the air as he stood up, being the 1st out of many people that night to try and fail at lifting the mighty Mjolnir.

Next came Tony, who, despite the usage of his fancy mechanic gloves, couldn’t even get the hammer to budge.

“Damn, I really needed that win” He plopped down next to her on the couch with a defeated sigh. After spotting her, he smirked, crossing his leg and throwing an arm around the back of the couch.

“Havin’ fun?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah.” Her hand slipped away from where it was resting under her chin, and she she sat up straighter, giving him a small smile.

“Manhattan…” Tony frowned, lifting his back off the couch, before he was interrupted by a roar of laughter from the rest of the group — Bruce Banner had almost fell backwards in his futile efforts to lift the hammer.

She bit her lip, glancing down at her dress and fidgeting with the fabric over her knee.

“I just…” She sighed, voice only audible to Tony.

“What am I doing here, Tony?”

He stayed silent, uncharacteristically so, and they both knew why.

“These people, your friends…” She trailed off quietly, though she doubted anyone else was paying attention, busy cheering on the next challenger in their test of worthiness.

Tony let out her name quietly, resting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Hating them isn’t gonna change what happened, you know that.”

At that, she visibly flinched, blood turning cold. Deep down she knew he was right, like always — he was never afraid to be straight with her. Nonetheless, she couldn’t help but straighten up, standing abruptly, letting out a small ‘excuse me’ as she squeezed past the couch and Maria Hill, seated on the floor.

As she made her way over in the vague direction of the bathroom, the clicks of her heels and the beating of her heart pounding in her ears, she could faintly catch the distant exchange between Maria and Tony, drowned out by another roar of laugher from the rowdy group of heroes.

“She okay?”

“Yeah, yeah she’s fine…”

The water shut off with a quiet trickle as she stepped back from the marble sink, glancing up at the mirror. Running a wet hand through her hair, she took a deep breath, letting the air fill her lungs until the corners of her chest hurt. She was here at her own will, so she might as well try and enjoy the rest of her night. Plus, Tony was right — blaming any of the people out there wasn’t going to change anything. Maybe she’ll go back out there, apologize to Tony with another glass of whiskey, and play along to polite conversation the rest of the night.

But, there was one thing she needed to do first.

She made her way out of the bathroom and toward the balcony, making sure to take the detour route so as to avoid crossing the living room.

As soon as she reached the glass doors on the northern side of Tony’s house, reaching a small opening on the top floor, she was reminded of why this was her favorite spot in the whole tower, and why she had moved to New York in the first place.

Tony had the best view in the whole city, no doubt. Overlooking midtown Manhattan, she could spot Empire State from here, the Chrysler building, and just feel the busy bustle of city life that shined through during this time of night: flickering lights and honking cars, loud sirens, distant sounds of laughter and bar fights. The cold night air cleared her head as she let it fill her lungs, chasing the loud thoughts away.

“Mind if I join you?”

She perked up, turning around to see who had entered, before shaking her head, letting her eyes return to the city horizon.

“No, go ahead.”

Steve Rogers gently slid the door closed behind him, and stepped out into the balcony, joining her at the edge. She wondered briefly how he knew she’d be here, but figured it made no difference. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him rest his forearms against the glass railing, bottle of beer casually hanging from one hand hand.

He was the first one to break the silence, voice resounding deep in his chest.

“You and Tony… you guys were great back there.” He said, jerking his head in the direction of the rest of the group.

A moment of confusion, before she realized that he was talking about beer pong. She let out a small smile, the lines of her lips too tight to feel genuine.

“Thanks.”

“Have you two known each other long?”

A pause as her eyes flickered over the Chrysler building, so close she could almost touch the glowing yellow triangles adorning the sides.

“Yeah, I… used to work as his assistant.”

“Ah, that explains the teamwork.”

She gave him an inquisitive look, and he added, “During beer pong? Sam and I barely beat you two.”

Eyebrows furrowed, she snorted, shaking her head. “You call 3-0 barely?”

“Well...” He glanced down, shifting the beer in his hand and straightening up a little.

“...you still put up a good fight.”

A small smirk in her direction as he takes a small swig.

She halted, head turning toward him with a raised eyebrow, genuine amusement tugging on the corner of her mouth.

“Did we now?”

A playful but shy glint in his eyes as he cocks his head, shrugging his shoulders, biceps flexing under his shirt. And the night air feels just a tad warmer.

Eyes narrowing with renewed interest, she slowly turns toward him, one hand on the railing, the other resting on her hip.

“And where did Captain America learn to play beer pong?”

He chuckles, cocking his head “Working with Tony you uh… you pick up a few things. Though I guess you don’t need me to tell you that.”

Her eyes trailed down the front of his dress shirt, blue as the lights on the Empire State tonight.

“Damage Control, right?”

She nodded, eyes flitting back up to meet his. Same color as his shirt, except for a hint of green — specks of cool, deep jade amidst all the pensive blue.

“Times Square must’ve been a real hassle. Thought I’d come out here and apologize.”

Ah, was that why he was here? A small smile as she glanced down at the glass of Don Perignon in her hand, tiny bubbles clinging to the sides before fizzing their way to the top.

“It’s alright, I already chewed Tony’s ass off about it.”

“Still, if there’s anything I can do to make up for it, let me know.”

Her fingers halted over the glass of champagne, eyes snapping up to meet his.

Was he really…?

Tinted cheeks and a shy smile, crinkling the corners of eyes that glanced away and fixed their gaze forward.

Yes, he was.

And so she decided to play along, to whatever this was. Whatever game they’re thinking they can handle. Hoping they can handle.

She straightened up, the lights of New York dancing in her eyes as an infinite kaleidoscope of color peered into green-blue.

“Well, I guess I can think of a few things.”

6:01 am, Today

Her feet burn against the hot driveway as she drags herself out of the wretched compound, face still burning with humiliation. Squeezing her eyes shut, she's desperate to punch the nearest wall after the conversation she just had with Steve.

He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head.

“U-hm, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to join me for breakfast. I know this place just a few blocks away and-”

Her loud wince cut him off, as she squeezed her eyes and took a step back, closer to the direction of the stairs.

She hadn’t mean to reject him with such cruelty, but now that the ice-cold flame was out in the open, all the warmth had dissipated from the air between them.

“I…I don’t understand.” A soft furrow of his eyebrows and even gentler tone.

“Captain Rogers, we were drunk last night.”

She knew it wasn’t a great excuse — she was barely tipsy from that second glass of champagne, and him? Well, Thor’s Asgardian mead might’ve helped, but she remembered reading something somewhere about a super-soldier serum and a ridiculously high metabolism.

“I can’t really get drunk.” He responds instinctively, taking a step toward her in an almost desperate gesture.

She only sighs, because she knows the details of the account aren’t what matter, and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Captain Rogers, I-"

It was his turn to wince this time, shoulders visibly shrinking into his giant frame.

“Steve, please.”

“Steve, It’s just that I…” Her gaze rises beyond him and scans the rest of the compound. She sighs, incredulous at the circumstance she’s brought upon herself.

“… I just can’t believe I did this.” She said under her breath, more to herself than anything, but that never stopped anyone with super-hearing abilities, did it?

A flash of hurt that flickers across his features, before it dissipates just as quickly, his face molding into the stoic professionalism she was most accustomed to.

“Right. I’ll call you a cab. Do you have everything that you need?”

Fucking unbelievable. Even in a situation like this he’s incapable of abandoning his superhero bravado.

“No, thank you. I’ll call an Uber.”

And that left her here, now, waiting impatiently on some random sidewalk, still barefoot, waiting for a black Toyota to arrive by the name of ‘Jim.’

If it weren’t for her entanglement in this whole thing, she would have laughed into next week at the irony of it all.

Tony was so wrong. About Steve. About all of it. 100-year-old virgin her ass.

As her mind wanders back to the events of last night, she’s reminded of the most minute of details. Goosebumps erupt down her spine at the thought of his lips, his hands, his mouth…

And yet when she spots the black car round the corner and come to a hault, she feels the wave of sickening disappointment move back in her stomach, settling down for good. Out of all of the men she could have slept with in the world, it had to be him. How could she have let this happen? The reckless irresponsibility of it all made her gut churn.

23rd and 5th, please.

As the car drives off, she tries desperately to stifle the remaining spark of guilt flickering in her chest.

But even with her eyes closed, the last impression of his face burns through the back of her mind.

Damage Control Masterlist

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

11 Thoughts I Had While Reading Loki Issue 3

Contains spoilers for the first three issues (but mostly the third issue) of the Loki miniseries. Also likely contains spoilers for many of the comics starring or featuring Loki I normally talk about (including King Thor, Loki: Agent of Asgard, Defenders: Beyond, Young Avengers). Also alternating pronouns for Loki throughout.

So in the "And that's what you missed on Glee" (by which I mean the recap/prologue), they explicitly call Loki the God of Stories, which apparently I missed or forgot about in Chapter Two (or they didn't call him that, but I think they did). So, post-Agent of Asgard, but as yet unclear (to me) if post-Defenders: Beyond or mid-Defenders: Beyond or what.

"But we know what you're probably wondering. What has any of this got to do with Loki?" WHOLE-ASS MOOD. That's what I'm constantly thinking!

Can I just say how much I love whenever Loki hangs out with their Young Avengers friends post-Young Avengers? The YA aren't exactly warm towards them anymore, but they're also not outright hostile usually, so they're almost real friends. It's sweet. Loki deserves to have more than just Verity and Thor in their life. (And they don't even have Verity in this comic, which I'm upset about.)

Loki's look in this issue is just peak genderfluid Loki for me. The fingerless gloves, the coat, the black nail polish, the slightly less angular but not quite smoothed over facial features, the slightly longer and wavier than usual but not shoulder-length hair with the bang flipped over one horn. The make-up.

(I did not take this picture for this post. I took this picture because I love the way they look in this panel and needed to save it to look at later.) And there was something about his chest on the cover that I couldn't quite put my finger on, but I just put on my binder and looked at myself in the mirror and something about how my chest looks in the binder made me go 'Is Loki wearing a binder?' (This is just my personal headcanon based on the similarities in appearance from my current experience, I don't necessarily think the artist intended to draw him while hinting at a binder, and I'm not even sure how you would do that without showing all or part of the binder itself. Practically, it could just be the effect of his armor. But I'm going with it, even though Loki can shapeshift.)

KO-MIR PULLING A LOKI IN KING THOR CHILLING (no pun intended) IN A SUN

Not me stretching the allegory of Ko-mir to its breaking point trying to make it relevant to Loki.

Ultimately, I don't care how much of a lie the story of how Loki got the piece of Naglfar back is. I love watching Loki at peak power, even if it's not true. I mean, he achieved it somehow, who's to say he didn't do it this way?

The way Loki has nail polish on his cuticles. Something about how his hand isn't steady and he's not so much a perfectionist that he won't go back over the edges with rubbing alcohol afterwards.

Should...should I know who Bullseye is? The only Bullseye I know is a gangly toy horse. This guy looks like someone tried to make a Captain America toy but wanted to avoid a lawsuit.

"Corporate wants you to find the differences between these two pictures" meme, but it's Muck Mulligan making mob bosses' eyes bleed with the Good News of Naglfar, and an Early Modern painting of missionaries bringing typhoid and gunpowder--I mean, Christianity, to the far corners of the world.

So final thoughts re:my post before issue three came out: I wrote an entire note about when I thought this series takes place in Loki's comic arc, and in explaining why I thought it occurred then I ended up talking myself out of it. So at this point I actually think this is after DB, like entirely after DB. He seems enough like his end of AoA (post-ego death) self that I think her memories have been restored to her. The only thing is that Thor isn't dead, like he is for this iteration of Loki, which is established right at the beginning of DB (the timeline for that comic is really confusing), and implied that Loki had a hand in it (again). I think Loki's memories have been restored post-DB, and that enough time has passed since then that Thor's come back (as he tends to do). Probably other comics have established how/why he died in that part of the timeline and then how he came back, and then at some point after those events I think is when this miniseries takes place. Loki isn't quite their old self again, but is sorting through their memories and current personhood and trying to reconcile the two, as well as reclaiming her vocation to save the cosmos (from the end of DB) and figuring out what that means. And making up for past and current mistakes in the form of stopping the pieces of Naglfar from wreaking havoc on the universe. Very much looking forward to what issue four and beyond has in store for him; I think we might finally be back on track for what Al Ewing had envisioned for this character and I'm appreciating that a lot.

What did you all think of this issue? When do you think it takes place, or do you think it's its own timeline that is just cherrypicking interesting story beats from comic Lokis past?

[kaunis-sielu]

Frozen: Confusion

It’s been nearly three months, you’ve played every team in the league at least once. But it’s not usually the games that keeps you busy. It’s dealing with the everyday injuries keeps you far busier.

Korg constantly needs his ankles taped, you referred him to a doctor to look at them in the off season. Kraglin keeps trying to get into fights with other players that are twice his size so you feel like you’ve bandaged him up every game so far. Richard is one of your easiest players, he just occasionally needs the massage gun on some of the muscles in his shoulders. Tyr seems like he’s slowly falling apart, sprained ankles, sprained wrists, nearly broke his elbow the other day at practice. He keeps you on your toes. Ian is the easiest, he just refuses to do any real stretching so you’re just waiting for the day that he pulls something.

“Hey Moxie?” Thor says strolling into your office where you’re documenting one of Kraglin’s injuries.

“Yea?”

“Can you wrap my right ankle? I almost sprained it this weekend.”

“Oh, um yea. Where’s Jane?”

“Not here yet. I mean I can wait but I thought if you had time.”

“It’s okay, I just don’t normally work with first line.” You tell him closing your laptop and grabbing your bag off the floor.

“I was wondering about that.” He says as you gesture for him to sit in the chair in your office. “Why don’t you?”

“Jane told me I was working with second line.” You tell him with a little shrug as he toes off his shoe and you slide on a glove. “Are these the socks you’re wearing in your skates?”

“No,” he tugs his sock off as you grab your tape and the spongy barrier wrap you use to protect the skin from the tape. “So you just don’t work with everyone on the team?”

“I guess not. She said something about wanting me to get to know what they needed? I don’t know.” You tell him trying to stay professional when you see the bright pink polish on his toes.

“That would be new. Have you talked to Hela?”

“Na, doesn’t seem like something she needs to be bothered with.”

“Oh, well she’s coming so you should.” He says and you glance over your shoulder to see Hela stalking into the room looking down at her phone.

“Oh.” You murmur and she looks up at you.

“Good.” She says shoving her phone into her pocket, “it’s nice to see you working on first line too.” You gape at her, “I was worried maybe you weren’t as good as I’d heard.”

“Jane told her not to.” Thor says cutting in and Hela’s green eyed gaze slides to him.

“Excuse me?”

“Jane told her that her responsibilities were second line.” Thor tells her and Hela scowls.

“No, I hired you specifically to work on first line. Jane should’ve known that.”

“I think she was just trying to be helpful, you know ease me into working for a professional team. She didn’t know I worked for Eternals.” You say trying to keep any heat off of Jane.

“Or she wanted to keep you away from the first line and get rid of you.” Hela says glaring down at her phone. “I want you working with first line immediately.”

“Sounds great.” You tell her glaring at Thor who doesn’t seem bothered by your glare. When Hela leaves you give him a smack on the leg.

“Ow! What the hell?” He asks and you gesture after Hela.

“Are you trying to get Jane to hate me?”

“So you’d rather get into trouble for not doing your job than tell Hela the truth?”

“I would’ve just said I didn’t know!”

“My sister isn’t stupid.”

“Your, wait what?”

“Hela, she’s my sister.”

“You’re a middle child? You should know more about keeping the peace than anyone!” You cry before going back to focusing on wrapping his ankle.

“She was raised by her mother, I didn’t know her until I was a teenager so I was the oldest.”

“You don’t look much like your siblings.”

“No, but Loki is adopted.” You blink up at him in surprise and Thor laughs, “you’d have guessed it was me wouldn’t you?”

“Not when you stand next to your Dad.” You tell him as you rip the tape from the roll, “is your Mom involved in hockey too?”

“Not more than being the wife and mother of a hockey coach and players. Her passion was more, being a Mom and supporting us.”

“Are you all close?”

“More so now.” He says, he’s about to say something else when the door to the office bursts open.

“Um, what the hell? This is my athlete.” Jane says folding her arms across her chest as she glares at you.

“Actually, Moxie was asked by Hela to switch to first line.” Thor tells her coolly before you can say anything in your defense.

“What? When?”

“Like fifteen minutes ago?” You tell her not looking up from where you’re finishing wrapping his ankle.

“I wonder why.” Jane muses and Thor opens his mouth but you pinch the inside of his calf.

“Hey! Did you just pinch me?”

“No, must’ve caught some of your hair in the tape.” You tell him giving him a warning look. He grins down at you and you scowl back.

“Okay, we’ll let me know if you need any help I guess.”

“Can I get their binders?”

“Uh, yea they’re on the bottom shelf in my office.” She says as she wanders away.

“Thanks!” You call before turning back to Thor.

“You,” you say pointing at him, “are a menace.” Thor laughs,

“Oh kattunge, you have no idea.”

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This is a series of one shots. If you have any suggestions or ideas for Thor and Moxie please let me know.

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20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @artaxlivs!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

34: 1 art, 1 podfic, 1 playlist, and 31 fics

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

80,255

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily Marvel, but I've got one or two each for DC/Batman, Doctor Who, Haven, Merlin, Stardew Valley, Stargate Atlantis, and Legend of Zelda

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Major Confusion (Marvel, Clint & Bucky) Hard, Glossy Armor (Marvel, Clint/Sam) Rights and Responsibilities (Marvel, Clint/Bucky) Star-Crossed Brothers (Marvel, Clint & Barney and Thor & Loki) Still Breathing (Marvel, Clint & Bucky)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's absolutely Tear Through the Night and Raise Some Hell, everyone's got purposefully unresolved issues in that story

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Red Bird Brews!! Two people getting together at their best friends' engagement party :3

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not unless you count those spammy webnovel comments

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Absolutely not but two of my fics do have implied offscreen smut lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

Absolutely! Lots of my faves have similarities with each other, so it's fun to put them together and see what shakes out

11. Are any of your fics converted into podfics?

Yes!!

Starlight has a podfic from Ness as part of the ficwip multifandom match, to all things housed in her silence has a podfic from @noxnthea as part of the DC/Marvel crossover fanworks event, and and as the world comes to an end, I’ll be there to hold your hand has a podfic from @flowerparrish!!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!! all four of my fics for the ficwip multifandom match got translations 🥰

Starlight, Storm Sharpened, and 5 Threads that Faded and 1 that Didn't were translated into Polski (Polish) by B

Tear Through the Night and Raise Some Hell was translated into Español (Spanish) by Sapphie

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Winterhawk, either platonic or nonplatonic

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

N/A, I have a lot of ~ideas~ that probably won't make it into a full fic but I don't have many genuinely In Progress fics hanging around at any given time

16. What are your writing strengths?

weaving together internal thoughts with external actions

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Commas

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I am a bit too monolingual to be able do so but I hope to get proficient enough in another language to incorporate that kind of thing!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Marvel

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

How dare you, they're all my babies Smile is both the most self indulgent and also the one I probably reread the most often

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Meet the Creators - Curseofroses

What username(s) and platform(s) can folx find you on? (Please include links!)

@curseofroses is my Sailor Moon sideblog! (Link to AO3 )

You can find me on @andrastesgrace for my main blog, which is mostly Marvel related things and various other interests.

I am on Twitch , Tiktok, Twitter, Instagram

(Fun Fact) What is your favorite kind of potato?

Tater tots!

How long have you been creating works in fandom spaces? How long have you been active in the SM fandom?

Oh gosh. I've been writing fanfic since 1999, so 23 years? And been active on and off in the SM fandom for that entire time.

What type(s) of creative works do you usually make? (fanfics, digital art, cosplay)

I usually write fanfic and make cosplay, although I'm trying to learn digital art!

What do you enjoy about creating for the SM fandom?

UsaMamo was my very first OTP. It's like the comfort food of fandoms

Are you strictly UsaMamo or do you create for other pairings as well?

In Sailor Moon, just UsaMamo! But outside SM I write a lot of different ones for Marvel - mostly Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers and Thor/Sif. There's also an entire expanded universe called Family Assembled that my best friend and I have been working on for almost a decade now, and it contains a TON of Marvel pairings along with some OC pairings that I'm really fond of.

I've also been in Star Wars for as long as I've been in Sailor Moon, and create stories for Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade and Anakin/Padme.

What inspires you to create works for Usagi and Mamoru?

As a person with ADHD, I really, really relate to Usagi and how she messes up a lot, but loves all her friends so much, and I love how much he believes in her. It can be hard, when you're the person who is always messing up, to find that kind of support.

Do you tend to work on multiple projects (WIPs) simultaneously or try to finish one at a time?

Oh I'm an ADHD disaster so I have like ten documents going at all times. I wrote like 30% of eight UsaMamo fics last year that are just sitting in my drive. There are some docs with only one or two sentences. I'm a menace.

Do you prefer large projects (chaptered fics, webtoons/zines, highly detailed art) or small projects (one-shots or simple art)?

I LIKE large projects, I am abysmal at finishing them. That's why I only have two current Sailor Moon fics - those are the ones I was able to finish and polish. I don't like posting things before they're finished, so one shots tend to make it out more often, but I have a ton of IDEAS for chaptered fics.

Are there any common themes, situations, tropes, or mediums in your work?

It's not terribly evident in my current published Sailor Moon works, but I tend to write situations where Usagi's family finds out she is Sailor Moon a whole lot? Those are the chaptered ones that never see the light of day because I can't figure out how they should go, but they always have her two worlds colliding. There's probably something in there my therapist would have a field day with.

I also just adore Chibiusa to pieces, so she makes it into a lot of my fics.

Is there anything you haven’t explored artistically and would like to try?

Hmmm, as I said earlier, I'm trying to learn how to do digital art. I'd really like to get passably decent at that, because I feel like some of the ~dramatic~ situations in my head would be better served through art than words.

Oh! Re: cosplay, I'd love to do an armor build of some kind. Most of my cosplays are gowns or dresses (I did Princess Serenity last year!) and I'd like to try my hand at maybe Commander Shepard from Mass Effect or Lady Sif from Thor: The Dark World.