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✈️ — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?
He doesn't travel much bcz he cant drive <3 hes a homebody by default of that and his busy schedule, but he does enjoy the concept of traveling and does enjoy checking out new places given the opportunity.
🖊️ — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?
he doesnt have any tattoos but i think he would if it was more of a common thing around there... he enjoys art and attention and drawing attention away from his Deformities so i think it'd be perfect for him. No clue what kind of tattoo he’d get tho.
💯 — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.
he is an appreciator of avant garde art and music and probably used to draw a little for fun. he lets his disability get in the way of him making his own art nowadays, but will hopefully have an epiphany one day that tells him thats exactly the thing that may make it more effective.
he's a family doctor but he kinda really hates dealing with kids. because it's depressing to diagnose kids with preventable issues but also hes not putting the baby voice on for ANYONE
he doesnt actually care that ppl mistake him for a woman it makes him feel pretty
💤 — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?
i think he sleeps somewhat lightly due to his poor sleeping habits LOL hes exhausted but he also wakes up a lot/at weird times bcz of work and/or restlessness. he'd sleep real hard if he finally got some peace and fucking quiet tho.
🔺 — does your oc know how to use any weapons?
short answer is no. long answer is he’s been shown how to use a gun multiple times in his life (military multiple times, with harvey…) and didn't retain much of that information either due to pacifism or not caring or not being very physically able to grip a gun well enough that it’d be a safe and effective form of defense LOL
🐶 — does your oc have any pets?
I think he takes care of ivy's oldass cat still, and feeds the radioactive squirrels enough to call them pets
💘 — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?
the most important (specific) people to him are leslie and ivy. they're his best friends and the only ppl who can handle his obnoxiousness. he cares deeply about them and their opinions. the most important Thing to him in general is probably his community. everything he does is out of a love for people and a love for the place he lives (once you get past all the bitching and arrogance).
💜 — what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background?
his ancestors are turkish and iraqi american. the past 3(?) generations have all been region zeroites additionally tho so that's all he's really most aware of.
🎂 — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?
his birthday is june 16, 1941 (i think i did the math wrong on my written info sheet??). so hes 37 turning 38. hes a gemini sun, pisces moon, libra rising apparently. thats SO real for him.
🍛 — what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner?
he eats dinner, altho the time at which he does that is pretty inconsistent (along with the rest of his daily schedule, really). He eats pretty lightly most of the time bcz he is poor. he is a vegetarian and can probably make a great soup and/or fancy bread. eats stuff from the garden, but that grows with varying success. lest we recall the rice and beans or beans and rice pic.
🍸 — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?
He doesnt drink that often but i think hes a fruity drink enjoyer. however he would take shots or otherwise hard liquor in the name of competitiveness.
🤔 — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?
He's so quirky. His quirk is being really fucking mean 99% of the time even when he doesnt intend to. He thinks out loud at inappropriate times (being a hater). Has weird house rules in regards to temperature control and answering Jeopardy. As of recently, very excessive with his personal hygiene/grooming.
😓 — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?
He’s stubborn in attitude but open-minded in principle LOL. He’s interested in and open to learning and asking questions but it doesn’t mean he won’t vocally disagree with the outcome. He’s always right, after all.
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The Defender - Chapter 2
Ahhhhhh people have actually read this?? Sorry if the formatting is a little strange last time, I'm relearning tumblr for the first time in years. I think I'm getting the hang of it now.
Uhhhh. I don't know what to say! So here's just chapter two. As always, this is a fan fic of a fan fic based on @shiningloki 's "Get on Your Knees and Pray for Me" (Link)
If you have any thoughts or anything please tell me!!
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Stefan watches helplessly as the ship speeds away, a sob choking in his throat. They had Alex.
They had Alex.
A flash of light and his father was beside him, dressed fully now. His face was all hard lines, but they softened immediately at Stefans crumpled form. Pain pulled in his chest, desperate to run after it but he knew it was no use. He had to make sure the rest of his family were safe.
"We'll get them back, don't worry." he mutters, dragging him into his chest. He felt like a child again after one of his spells went horribly wrong. Stefan suddenly realized he was in nothing but his boxer shorts and he shivered violently before pulling away, gripping his sword so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"I'll kill them," he mutters and he's satisfied to see the same sentiment shared in his father's face, "if they touch a single hair on their head…"
“They’ll have a whole lot of pain to go through.”
Loki grips his shoulder and they're in his parents room again. His mother is rocking Eira slowly, scared whimpers still coming from his throat. Stefan shakes his head, summoning clothes to his body, dropping to his knees in front of him. He brushes his hair from his face, "Hey, hey it's OK. I'd never let anyone hurt you little man. I was just checking on you, ok?”
His mother releases Eira and bundles Stefan in her arms, squeezing him so tightly he thinks briefly his ribs are going to break.
"Stef….you must have been so scared." she murmurs, and Stefan breathes her in deeply, his hands beginning to shake once more of their own accord, “it’s not your fault.” She mutters fiercely, as if she’s reading his mind, “If you hadn’t woken up, who knows how many of you they would have taken.”
"But why?" Loki's gaze is cold, distant as he paces the room, "I have had no demanding followers that I have rejected or turned down. Neither have you."
"Thor still hasn't fathered any offspring," Asta offers quietly and Stefan crosses the room in two paces to drag both his sisters into a hug, their beating hearts soothing him, "As far as succession to the throne goes, it'd fall to you and then Stefan.".
Stefan's head suddenly shot up, "Alex mentioned Thor had to leave the sparring match early today. Why?"
"And the diplomatic issue he wanted your help with." You say, eyebrows drawn down.
Loki suddenly grimaces, "Ah yes. That. Give me a moment." he disappears in a small flash and Stefan wheels on his mother.
"What?"
She shakes her head and grimaces, "I was wondering why he hadn't bashed down our door yet. You dad was still with him, he hadn't come back yet. My guess would be he heard you and disappeared without a trace."
Asta squeezes Stefans shoulder a little, "Are you OK? Actually?"
He shakes his head, "Physically, sure.”
All the siblings were immensely protective of each other, even Ava who could barely raise her voice at anyone without her lip wobbling. But Stefan was the firstborn. The Sorcerer. The big brother. When Asta had first tripped and fell in her room on her own, her wails loud, Stefan had been the first to reach her, chest heaving as he hugged her tight, smoothing her hair. Loki had only noticed his dagger abandoned on the floor after he had left and picked it up. He had been one of the first to hold each of his siblings in turn, whispering fiercely in their ear he would always protect them.
“I’m going to get you all a few things.” You hurry from the room, bare feet barely making a sound. Stefan doesn’t get a moment to protest.
///
You reach Stefan's room before Loki and Thor do, watching from the doorway silently. It’s perfectly serene, the moon shining through the curtains brightly, casting an eerie glow around it. The only thing that indicates anything ever happened is Stefan's abandoned dagger, gold glinting in the moonlight. Your hands shake as you reach to touch the handle. Stefan, your baby, your firstborn. Would he now be haunted by nightmares like Loki once was? Mysterious figures lurking in the dark, ready to pounce?
Alex. Your heart shattered at that exact moment, dropping to your knees where the dagger was. Your sweet, Spring child. Born while the sun was high in the sky, with a light and a smile since they were a baby, the flowers blooming as they grew. The only one Loki couldn’t tell what the gender was.
You feel a hand touch your back and you spin around so fast you almost fall on your ass, Stefan's dagger coming to a dangerous point at your husband's throat.
"It's only me…" he whispers, Thor looming large over his shoulder. You drop the dagger with a clatter and wrap your arms around him tightly, "It's okay… they'll be okay...” he soothes you quietly, but you can hear the break in his voice, the fragility in the way he holds himself.
Thor's face is dark and thunderous as he surveys the room.
“Why did they not call you brother? With their jewelry?”
“Because it was taken from them.” Alex’s necklace hangs from Loki’s fist, the chain broken and you take it into your hands, pooling the gold in your palm.
“They knew.”
“Yet did not get the chance to do the same to Stefan.” Loki says quietly, “His instincts, something, made him wake up before the deed was done.”
“Someone knew you wouldn’t be close by. You would have felt someone who wasn’t meant to be the minute they stepped foot in either of their rooms.” You say quietly, “The diplomatic meeting, what was it about?”
“Migard,” Thor says, “There’s these...smugglers of sorts plaguing Earth. They strip things...people...of...something,” Loki shoots him a withering look and he cringes, “Our running theory is magic, but that’s to be debated.”
You and Loki exchanged looks.
“What, why do you look like this?”
“Thor, according to your mother, who holds the most unbridled magical power the realm has ever seen? He just hasn’t come into it yet.” you stand hurriedly, casting a light into the room, ridding the space of shadows.
“Stefan…” Loki mutters slowly, eyes wide.
“They must have left something, some small hint of where they even come from.” you cast your eyes around, searching the corners, the floor.
“They did.” Loki grins savagely, “One of their own.”
“But why Alex if it was Stefan they were after?” you practically run in your dress to keep up with the brothers long, purposeful strides.
“They have rooms either side of the hallway, maybe they planned to take all of them, work from either side, and meet in the middle.” Loki mutters darkly. You wrap your fingers around his hand and for the first time in years you notice the difference in the size of your hands, of your power compared to his. Right now, he wasn’t the God of Mischief, Sex or anything else. He was a vengeful God, a father, who’s power radiated from him in waves.
He stopped for a moment even so and it grounded you back to reality as he stared at you. Not as a mortal, or a weaker God. As his equal, his wife, and the mother to his children. He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
Keep your head on your shoulders, my beloved. I need you with me.
Stay safe. Keep them safe, and I will.
Loki summons enough supplies for the rest of your children to keep them comfortable in your rooms, stationing guards outside both entrances to the room, and reinforcing every spell that surrounds it. Stefan marches with him outside the room, jaw set. Fire burns bright in his eyes and you see Loki in him once more. Your husband opens his mouth, hand raising, “Stefan--”
You place a hand on Loki’s arm, “My love, he is your son. Do you truly think you can convince him to stay here?”
Loki grumbles, flicking a hand, “Get ready then, dressed, properly. Let’s show our visitor who Lokison truly are.”
Asta nods at all three of you, a similar fire burning in her eyes as she stands with her bow, her fingers tensed and poised, “I’ll stay with them. We’ll be fine.” She looks at her feet and smiles crookedly at Cooper's poised form, “We have Cooper.”
You kiss her forehead, pressing it against your own, “The minute anything feels amiss--”
“Go,” she murmurs, “I trust you. Trust me.”
///---///
You had never been to Asgards prisons before. Loki had shaken his head, pursing his lips. Now, the palace was silent, except for the heavy step of leather boots and jangling armor. You looked over at your boys and your heart clenched. Loki had marveled at Stefan in his ceremonial leathers the first time he tried them on. You had simply smiled, memories of a Loki long ago springing to memory. Now his face was set in stone, jaw clenched so tightly you could see the vein throbbing in his temple. Loki held a similar stature, before you cupped both their jaws and they unlocked only slightly, shoulders dropping.
“Don’t give anything away.” You murmured, looking every part the sensitive wife, waiting for her husband to return from battle, “We have parts to play, play them well.”
Loki had tried to read the man's mind, but failed. A barrier, he said. It would be a long and painful process to extract everything they needed.
They didn't have the time.
"So… you thought you could sneak into Asgards Palace and what…? Kill my children? Kidnap them? Maybe your pure stupidity even led you to believe you were in some other part of the Palace entirely." Loki mused aloud as you rounded the corner. Thor hid quietly, watching for anything wrong.
You had never heard Loki like this. So cold you almost shivered. His eyes raked over the prisoner like he was nothing more than a fly under his boot.
The man didn't cower like a rational human would…. Instead he looked… proud?
"I got into Asgard successfully however… and almost completed my task…" his eyes rake over Stefan with a hungry look in his eye that makes you want to bundle your boy behind your back.
"My son," Loki took a single step towards the energy field, "could feel you coming even as he slumbered. You didn't even get the jewellery from his neck before he noticed your presence."
"Stefan Lokison." the man purred, eyes still locked on your son like he owned him, "The most powerful to grace Asgard with your presence… almost. The first product of a soulmate bond that was predicted centuries ago… a Goddess and a God that compliments each other so… perfectly." You feel his gaze on you and you freeze as he rakes eyes down your form with a similar hunger. Loki’s fingers dig almost painfully into your waist, a snarl held back in his throat.
"The common folk often wonder what tricks you employed to get God on your side, girl." You felt Stefan stiffen beside you, dark green eyes daring the man to continue with his current line of speech. Loki had more restraint then he used to, that kept him from gutting the man where he lay. First he tried to harm his children, now he insulted his wife. You almost felt proud of him for not slicing his throat right then and there.
"Maybe you could indulge me Princess before I inevitably die. How did you whore yourself out to the God of Sex to get him to take note of you?"
Stefan was inside the cell before you could throw your arm around his waist, his form radiating cold fury as he lifted the man by his throat.
"First you try to stab me while I sleep, now you insult my mother. You truly are a cowardly little man."
You pretended to cling to Loki's arm, pleading with him quietly.
"Stefan." Loki's sharp voice made Stefan drop him immediately, tilting his head towards his father, "don't scare your mother so. Leave the man to rave. He's obviously a lunatic who has no idea who he attempted to kill."
As the man coughs on the ground, Stefan leans back, drawing his sword, and leveling it at his neck.
"Amuse me. What did you plan to do?" Stefan's eyes are alight with his magic, and you can see his fist clenched tightly to stop his hand shaking.
"Your power would aid us greatly, little crown." he purred and you physically recoiled. The meaning of Stefan's name. The crown. Loki often said his children were the crown jewel he treasured most.
Loki stepped forward, rage in his eyes but Stefan got there first. He brought the pummel of his sword to his temple and the man crumpled.
Thor was fumbling with something when you reached him and you took the phone from his hands. His hands crackled with lightning and his voice shook with anger.
"I need to ring Stark. He has all the details on these smugglers."
"Let's get out of here first." you mumble, pocketing the device and grabbing your husband and son.
Stefan runs to your rooms, sword still in hand. You sigh and grip Loki's hand tighter, "I'll talk with Stark."
Loki nods curtly, his eyes distant, "I need to check again." he mutters and disappears in a flash.
Mine. The single word in your mind helps you collect your frayed nerves and you silently thank Loki for never losing his possessive nature. It seemed wrong, but the familiarity of his jealousy, his ownership...It helped keep you focused on the task at hand. You drag a hand down your face and unlock Thor's phone. He has few contacts and it's easy to find who Stark is.
Calling Man of Iron.
The screen flashes and you cast a gentle light beside you to ensure he can see you. You worry your lip with your teeth. It's late on earth, what if he doesn't pick up?
"Hey Pointbreak what's up?"
Stark doesn't look up, you can see him tinkering with electronics on the small screen, your reflection visible in his city windows.
"Tony Stark?" you ask and his head shoots up in confusion, before his mouth forms a soft 'o' as he wheels around.
"Oh, uh. Hi, yes, that is he. You're…. The Princess. Reindeer's wife." A flicker of recognition in his tired face.
Loki's curved battle horns flash in your mind's eye. You pray he has little reason to use them.
He better not have called me that ridiculous name.
You raise your eyebrows smoothly, looking at him and he blanches, "Loki, I mean Loki."
"Yes well… those smugglers you contacted Thor about. We need everything you have on them. Tonight.”
"The whole royal family getting in on this?" He plays with a hologram filled with files and pictures and maps, somehow still keeping his eyes focused on you.
"We believe they were… involved in an incident in the palace tonight." You swallow, trying to blink away tears.
Stark slows, words chosen carefully "What kind of incident?"
"One of my children has been taken." You whisper, choking on your words.
"Holy shit okay, Loki’s kid just got kidnapped, I think this calls for Avengers protocol." Stark throws everything into a folder icon on his holographic desktop, and he brings up names, faces, pictures, symbols you don’t recognize as he mutters to himself, eyes torn away from the screen where you sat. It was your turn to stare.
"Stark my family is taking care--"
"This involves Earth." he downs a coffee, "And if I know Thor and his brother -which I do- they'll tear earth from the ground up looking for this kid. It's safer for everyone involved if you let us get involved and help handle things down here. Believe it or not we’re pretty invested down here in Asgards affairs.” He flashes you a charming smile, but you can’t see the sentiment in his eyes.
You nod slowly, "All the information you have, Stark."
"Likewise. See you soon, Princess."
"He better not have flirted with you." Loki growls, hand on your hip, "I'm in the mood for murder."
"He was a perfect gentleman. He's sending over everything he has." Thor's phone buzzes in your hand. An email from Stark.
The palace has fallen silent once more and Loki draws you into his chest so tightly you can feel his rapidly thrumming heart beneath the leather.
"I made a promise to each of our children the day they were born that they'd never know the fear and pain I had to go through. Now Alex… Stefan…" His voice breaks and you cup his face tightly. The tension that had been building in his frame all night finally broke in the silence and stillness, and tears tracked down his face, “I’ve failed them.”
"It's not your fault. We were distracted, you were led away. You had no reason to think they’d go to Asgard.” He nods against your palm, taking a deep shuddering breath before collecting himself. He presses a long, cool kiss to your lips and you can practically feel every emotion he has ever had for you poured into it.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, my pet.” He murmurs in your hair, and you push him back into standing on his own.
“But you do, so don’t dwell on it.” He nods and gestures to the device.
You try to shift through the files on Thor’s tiny phone and growl. The screen flickers and stutters every few moments.
“I need a goddamn computer.”
“Which doesn't work here.” Thor grimaces, emerging from the direction of your rooms, “Stark tried. Even his technological genius couldn’t get over the magical interference.”
“Then we’re taking a trip to Earth.” You gather yourself and wave a hand, your dress turning to an ordinary jeans and sweater. Loki catches himself. He hasn’t seen you in such attire in such a long time it catches him off guard. You wave your hand again and Thor and Loki are both rid of their formal regalia too. Loki in a suit you haven’t seen him in in years, but still fits him snugly, and Thor jeans, a jacket and a sweatshirt with a bright shield on it. He flushes and mumbles something about team building.
“Pack an overnight bag.”
“She’s bossy when she wants to be.” Thor mumbles to Loki, and he sends his brother a dazed look, just as confused as he is for once.
“Tell me about it.”
—-//—
“I’m coming.” Asta says plainly, shoving things into a sack.
Stefan shoots you a look as brother and sister stand shoulder to shoulder.
“Stef, Asta, your brother and sister….” You argue weakly.
“I’ll stay with Eira Mom, don’t worry.” Ava sits at the edge of your bed where Eira lies, finally asleep once more.
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I don’t know what I expected when I agreed to have kids with the stubbornest man I ever met in my life.”
All of them stare at you.
“Mom…” Asta starts slowly, “I don’t know how to tell you this.”
“You do realise we get our stubborn streak from you right?” Ava cracks a smile.
“You do not!”
“You literally just proved our point.” Stefan shoves things into a sack and you pinch your nose and eyebrows tightly. Breathe deeply, one two three…
"Come, all of you." you murmur holding your arms out. Ava carefully slides off the bed and tucks herself into your side. Asta does the same on the other side and Stefan sighs, wrapping arms around both his sisters and you, ducking with his height to lean on your chest.
"You've all been so brave. And I love you so much."
A familiar chest presses against your back and arms wrap around you all. You stay like that for several minutes that you want to stretch into hours.
"We'll get Alex back." Loki murmurs softly, kissing each of your heads in turn, "And then they'll kick our asses for letting them miss out on the chance to meet the Avengers, come on." You can’t help but notice the twinge of jealousy in Loki’s tone and he shakes his curly head, feeling ridiculous.
You give a little smile "Oh please, love. You've always been their first hero." Loki snorts as he grabs Asta's and Stefan's bags. Both of them look at him with eyebrows raised.
"Alex hero worships you Dad. He's the only one of us that's listened to every single story Thor has ever told us about you."
Loki's eyes soften and his hands clench a little firmer.
"Come on." he says gruffly, “Your clothes.”
Stefan murmurs and he waves his hand, his formal leathers melting away to give way to a shirt and jeans. Asta looks at him for help and he groans, walking out of the room quickly as her own Asgardian garb gives way to jeans and a sweater like the one you wear. Thor is waiting for you all and you take a deep breath. It's the first time you've traveled to Earth in years and you feel exposed. Mortal again. Then Loki’s fingers wrap around your hand and you remember that you’re not. You’re a Goddess.
And then the bifrost is surrounding you in a bright flash of color and you close your eyes.
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