#hela x y/n

[getlostsquidward]

offer me that deathless death

pairing: hela x valkyrie!reader

summary: odin sending the valkyries to prevent hela from escaping was a present in disguise.

warnings: 18+, smut, extremely dubious consent, dacryphilia, power play, dom/sub, oral sex

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When Odin had sent the Valkyries to prevent Hela from escaping her banishment, you knew that there would be casualties. You knew there was a chance of you not getting a chance to go home—or your sisters, your family, your friends. Dying in battle was a risk always present, and as a warrior, it is also an aspiration—an afterlife in Valhalla.

So you desperately prayed to the gods that she just kill you now, quick and easy, with one of her necroswords piercing your chest. It's better than having to lie down amongst the dead bodies of your fellow warriors, and your family, stifling your sobs. You're not sure if there's anybody else that survived, trying to blend in as you are right now, but you hope Odin– or someone, anyone, would come rescue.

As you slowly accept that you might not be meeting your demise today, you take a moment to focus and steady your breath, feeling every stiff muscle and wounds as the adrenaline wears off.

You'd almost forgotten about Hela, but as you hear her calculated steps veering closer and closer toward you, your whole body freezes in fear– partly in delight. Finally, she'd end your life.

“I know you're still alive. Don't be afraid, come to your Queen.”

And just like that, she squashes your hope again, the remaining embers of your desire to live extinguished. There's no point in resisting anymore. If she kills you or if she lets you leave, then so be it.

Slowly, you muster all your strength to stand up, dragging your feet to stand before her as she sits on her makeshift throne. Her headdress was nowhere to be found, her jet-black tresses cascading down her back. 

She beckons you closer, “Kneel.”

Hela grins as you obey—as you should—mindlessly, your eyes trained on the ground. She lifts your chin up, meeting her gaze. She scans your eyes for any trace of defiance.

She's found none, and she finds that...sweet, that empty look in your eyes as you wait for her to decide your fate.

“If you can satisfy me in five minutes, I might let you live.”

The color drained from your face as a great deal of confusion and disbelief flooded your chest. “W-what...what do you mean, Your Majesty?”

Hela hummed as you addressed her as such, her desire to break you all the greater. “Oh, you know perfectly well what I mean, pet,” she simpers as her armor starts to disintegrate, revealing the pale skin underneath. “Now hush and put that tongue to good use while the offer still stands– or do you prefer to be one with your sisters? Your dead, cold body left to rot in the pits of Hel...” the Goddess wipes the dried blood on the corner of your mouth, “Don't you feel angry with Odin? Sending the Valkyries straight to their death without any help from him...must be painful.”

Tears start to gather in your eyes as you reel it in, and the fact that she's telling the truth makes anger bubble in you. Hela sees the rage starting to spark in your eyes, tears starting to fall on your cheeks. She leans down, your faces so close to each other. She caresses your bottom lip with her thumb, demanding entrance. Her finger presses down on your tongue, opening your mouth. You know what she's trying to do, and despite your weepy state, you comply, sticking your tongue out.

She smiles wickedly as she lowers her sex on your awaiting mouth, a lewd moan slipping on her mouth as she starts to grind on your tongue.

“Go on, cry for your fallen comrades. Cry for your trust the All-Father betrayed.”

You grab on her thighs for support, inhaling a sharp breath. Might as well speed the process, you think, as you begin to lap her folds and suck on her clit. 

Hela's wetness starts to flood your mouth, her taste in contrast to this realm. Heavenly.

The Goddess of Death delights in how pathetic you look under her—glassy eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and her arousal glistening on your mouth and chin.

Ironically, she thanks her father for sending his army to her. It was a present in disguise, and she's found her new little plaything utterly perfect.

[marvelnatswhore]

Slick Lips

Hela X fem!Reader

WK: 1k 

A/N:  I am very sorry for not posting i’ve been so busy lately and hardly on tumblr at all, but I remembered i started this a little a while ago and thought i should finish it, ignore the rushed ending it’s 2am and i’m too horny to admit i’m sleep deprived.

Sum: not spell checked smut, that’s all

Warnings: Mommy kink, degradation, praise, pinch of dummification, Sub/dom dynamics, Y/N is sub) oral-fingering R-reciving) finger sucking, nipple play, a bit of spit play? Ig, pet names, hints at ownership, and crying..maybe

✧ Minor dni ✧

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“You look good with your lips covered in my cum darling.”  Hela purrs down at the sight of your flustered, red face, wet with her slick. 

“Such a good girl too, come here pet, let Mommy reward you.” 

You preen at her words making your way out from between her cream thighs, and straddling her waist. She pulls you closer by the scruff of your neck, taking a moment to swallow in your submissive eyes and glistening lips, before dragging her wet tongue across the bottom., moaning softly at tasting herself on you.

She swipes along the brim a few more times, biting down slightly and drawing out a muffled moan before dipping into your waiting mouth. Your tongue meets hers in a wet, slicked, embrace and you find yourself just about melting into submission with the touch. 

She takes her time teasing every part, following your movements and suppressing a grin at the whimpers you make for her.

You were already soaked from pleasing her, but now you wouldn't be surprised if there was a stream running down your thighs. As she deepens the kiss you feel her hand sliding up your bare thigh, bound for where you want her most, you whine against her at the motion, and she grins knowing just how lustful she's made you.

"Grind against me with that little cunt." She demands a guttural tone filling your head.

You mount her thigh groaning at the feeling between your legs, when her hand finds your neck, it's a light touch, not threatening, but in control.

"Now pet." She orders and you oblige, rolling your hips against her, feeling your arousal spread further;

The friction pinched at your clit drawing various moans from your lips, much to the delight of Hela who purred her praise at your movements;

"Good girl, just like that."

In a swift movement, Her hand is on your cunt and you can’t help but moan. Her delicate fingers ghost your folds, knowing how it affects you.

“Desperate thing aren’t you? Does Mommy’s little pet want something?” she purrs, her voice dripping with teasing promise. You groan as she swipes lazy circles with her thumb over your throbbing clit, her fingers teasing your arousal, behind.

“Please mommy.” 

“Yes, love?”

“Fuck me.”

She won’t deny you any longer, easily slipping two digits in your entrance. Your hips buck against her movements sinking deeper. 

“Such a needy thing, you’re practically fucking yourself.” She mocks with a grin so close you can feel her breath on your bare neck. 

Her thumb presses hard on your engorged clit, nearly drawing a scream from you, and she curls her fingers sharply knowing the effect it has on you, knowing the effect she has on you.

“Mommy-” you can hardly speak beyond a gasp rutting against her hand as the pleasure becomes overwhelming and your movements become more erratic as you chase your high.

“Not yet.” she says flatly, pulling her dripping fingers from your cunt as you whine.

“But-” you plead, quickly cut off by two slicked fingers sliding into your open mouth. 

“But nothing love, If I want you to cum, you will.” She grins as you nod your begrudged acceptance and suck her fingers deeper, earning praise at your obedience, that almost makes your ruined orgasm worth it.

You're still desperate and she can tell, pulling her fingers from your mouth and bringing them to your breasts, wiping the saliva across your nipples, still erect from her previously sucking them, a memory that nearly brings tears to your eyes, knowing how sensitive you are already for her, “Mommy-” you could barely whisper watching her play with you, “what is it pet?” She asks unable to hide the smirk pulling against her lips, 

“Fuck me, please”

She can’t deny that cute face anymore, and her hand slips down in a moment, almost forcing two fingers into your dripping cunt, you hardly have time to gasp before she’s thrusting them in deeper and wrapping her spare hand around your neck, purely, you assume, to remind you who’s in charge.

You move quicker trying to match her pace and the sensation makes everything feel like a blur, you whine bucking your hips towards pleasure and she only fucks you deeper, curling her thrusts against you;

“Fuck! Pet- you take mommy so well don't you? mhmm such a cute slut, you’d do anything for your mistress wouldn’t you? fuck yourself on me sweetheart, I want to feel you come-”

You can’t stop it as she uses her thumb to pinch your clit, with a cry you feel yourself climaxing on Hela’s hand, she moans loudly continuing to pump into you as you cry, feeling yourself get close again without the chance to recover.

You cant do anything but let her fuck you into another orgasm, the sound of her hand slick with your cum hitting you every time she thrusts deeper somehow turns you on even more, knowing how wet you are for her, and before you can stop it you’re coming again, it’s almost too much and she’s still thrusting into you as you nearly scream, coming again, finally falling against her neck as she slows her movements to hold you more comfortably and shush your cries.

You calm after a short while of Hela praising you and wiping your tears, your legs are still shaking but at least the world stopped spinning. 

“You did so well darling, you’re such a good slut for mommy.. to use whenever she wants,” you hum a low reply now too exhausted to speak as she kisses your cheek, “Come here pet.”

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[nat-blossom]

*Y/N hugs Hela*

Hela: W-what is this?

Y/N: affection

Hela: disgusting..

Y/N:...

Hela: keep doing it.

[cissa-calls]

Countdown to Agatha: Darkhold Diaries: 614

Wanda: “We’re back!”

Agatha: “Groceries are here! We got the cereal you wanted and some fresh berries!”

*silence*

Wanda: “Where is Y/N? You check upstairs, I’ll look in the basement”

Agatha: “No need, I see them” *points out the window*

Y/N: *riding on the back of Hela’s hellhound, gripping onto the fur of his scruff for dear life*

Wanda: “Oh no. Oh NO. I thought you told Hela that Y/N is a fragile mortal who can’t stand up to sharp teeth?!”

Agatha: “HELA! GET YOUR FANGED FLEA-INFESTED CARPET OUTTA THE BACKYARD!”

Y/N: “NO PLEASE IT’S SO MUCH FUN!!”

[marvelflame2010]

Y/n: Hey! If it isn’t my two favorite siblings! 

Hela, Thor, and Loki: ...

Loki: Sister, there’s 3 of us here. 

Y/n, Hehe, yeah.

Thor: But you said your 2 favorite siblings. 

Y/n: Yeah, I did

Hela: So, who do you not like? 

Y/n: That is an EXCELLANT question siblings. I’ll let you, I’ll let you figure that out.

[littlerachelawrites]

Hey, I was in the amazing street art show and I I came up with this headcanon in my head...

Nikolai Gogol as street performer who love attention from public. He love audience ovations — so very satisfying even more than money, which he earn from performance. He do this for his own freedom. For freedom from his oppressive and closed to new things family, whose doesn't support his passion. He does it to spite them — just as he takes you from the audience in spite of them and choose you to help in his „new trick”, assuring you that you will be safe in „his strong arms”. Lifting you a few meters wasn't too difficult with his ability like wasn't too difficult impressing the audience, whose rubbed their eyes in amazement.

When hen you were already on the ground, you weren't able to identify why your heart was beating faster — because of stress or because of the handsome artist's gaze...

[yanderemcu]

Yandere Hela Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you) 

Leaning against you, holding, kissing, hair playing, holding hands

B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 

Violence,yelling,spanking,isolation,takes things from you

D-Desire (How long until they take you) 

1 month

E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 

Dominant

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 

Be together forever

G=Gifts (What do they give you) 

Anything and everything

H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 

Her killings,her angry moments, her jealous moments, her punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 

10/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 

Kills them

K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 

Brutal and ruthless

L=Language (What is their love language) 

Quality time

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 

She can't be manipulated

N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 

She'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 

4/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)  

Pet,darling,beautiful, cutie,babe,baby,hunny,my love,love,princess

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 

Goes on a killing spree

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 

Goes on a killing spree trying to find

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 

8/10

T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 

Possessive,eliminating, insane,stalker,controlling, Manipulative, isolating

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 

Kills a lot

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 

Fights you back

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 

A lot

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 

Nothing really

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 

6/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 

Holds you in her arms

[oswildin]

Something New (Loki x GN!Reader)

Summary: You have known each other since you were children on Asgard, you’ve been there through everything… And now you’re stranded on a junk planet with the man you believed to be dead for four years… It was time for a honest chat.

A/N: Set during ‘Thor Ragnarok’, no descriptors or use of ‘Y/N’.

“Silent treatment, is it? How juvenile. And a little boring.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, irritation flashing through your features at Loki’s - deliberately - vexing comment. Shaking your head, you stayed looking out the large window of the quarters you and Loki had been forced to share, especially after he had told the Grandmaster you two were married.

“Ah, I see, you’re in the honeymoon phase. Well, we are very progressive here on Sakaar.” The Grandmaster had mused. “We have husbands, wives, consorts, throuples and in-betweens. I can give you a leaflet if you like-“ To which quickly you had held up a hand, shaking your head, overwhelmed by the junk planet you’d ended up on, let alone the intricacies of their… escapades. No, you were much more focused on finding a way off of the planet and to Asgard to stop Hela, and then back to Midgard to live your life in peace.

It had been a few days since Loki and Thor had appeared on Midgard before your eyes, the shock and disbelief you felt still fresh in your mind at the sight of Loki - alive. And finding out he had faked his death for Asgard’s throne… Well, that was just the cherry on top. You forgave him for trying to destroy Jotunheim, you tried to forgive him for attacking New York… Fighting side by side against the Dark Elves had felt right… And then, he was gone. Dead, you thought.

“You seriously think you can go god-knows how long without speaking to me?” Loki inquired, raising a curious brow. “Whether you like it or not, we are in this together.” He nodded to himself. “And I, for one, am not about to let the opportunity to gain the Grandmasters favour, get close and perhaps take his place, slip me by.”

“Oh my god-“ You whirl around, finally facing him as your brows crease. “Are you serious?” You snap, a beat of silence filling the air between you. When you see him furrow his brows in a look that said ‘well, yes’, you couldn’t help but let a tired laugh escape your lips, head falling back slightly as your gaze flickered to the ceiling.

“I fail to see how that is funny-“ Loki huffed, tilting his head faintly.

“No, you’re right-“ You sigh, shaking your head, gaze fixed upon him once more. “It isn’t funny. No, in fact-“ You take a step closer. “It’s hilarious.” Loki blinked, irritation creeping up on him now at your mocking words. “Because, of course, Asgard was simply just… not enough?” You raise a brow. “Having Odin sent to Midgard, his death leading to the unleashing of the Goddess of Death who is now set on ruling Asgard and possibly destroying anyone or anything in her way… Was… not enough.”

Loki averted his eyes, looking down as his jaw twitched, your words hitting him with the harsh reality that his actions had consequences.

“And instead of doing the right thing and wanting to try and leave this hel, you wish to… stay? Ignore that our home is in danger?” Silence fell between you both, giving you the answer you needed as you let out an exasperated breath. “Right, well then.” You muttered, straightening yourself. “You’ve made yourself clear.” You went to move, going to find your own way off of Sakaar, with or without Loki’s help.

“Wait-“ Loki sighed, reaching out to grasp your wrist, stopping your leave. “Just… wait.” He added, tone slightly softer. You looked up to meet his stare, seeing the uncertainty on his features. “I…” He sighed once again. “I’m sorry.” He finally muttered, eyes quickly flickering to the wall before landing back on you. “Alright?” He slowly let go of your wrist. “I didn’t think.”

“No, you’re right, you didn’t.” You grumbled, folding your arms over your chest, your own eyes moving to stare firmly at the wall behind Loki. Loki could see the tension in your frame, the hurt he had caused by faking his death still clinging to you like an old wound. He clasped his hands into fists at his sides briefly, before letting them fall naturally, letting out a slow breath whilst doing so.

“You can’t be too surprised by that.” Loki tried, tone wry. “Whilst my intelligence may be high, it seems my… ability for considering others emotions is somewhat lacking.” You scoffed at that. “‘Always so perceptive about everyone but yourself’.” Loki mumbled to himself, making you glance at him. He let out a breathy, quick laugh as he shook his head lightly, lips pursing. “Yet it seems my perception can be… also lacking when it comes to those closest.” He added quietly.

You stayed silent, unsure on what to say - on what he wanted you to say. Instead, you sighed, unfolding your arms, moving towards a nearby seat as you felt Loki’s eyes watching your every move. “I’m tired, Loki.” You finally spoke, sitting down, elbows on your knees, hands clasped together. “You’re supposed to be my dearest friend, and yet… it feels as though you are intent on creating distance between us.”

Loki raised his chin faintly, before taking close calculated steps towards you, a slightly awkward aura surrounding him. He wasn’t one to be open with such matters as friendship and emotions. But perhaps… it was time he tried. Tentatively, he took a seat beside you, leaving a respectable distance, knowing he had to earn the right to be close to you again.

The truth was, whilst you may have been dear friends once, over the years it had… changed. Ever since Loki discovered the truth about his heritage, maybe even before that. When he chose to lie to you about the Frost Giants entry into Asgard, he had made his choice. He had chosen self-preservation. Something that in his time ruling Asgard, he realised was… hollow. And you never truly were just a dear friend to him. Nor him to you, even if it was unspoken.

“It was truly never my intention to cause you pain.” Loki spoke lowly, side-glancing at you, trying to gauge your every reaction to his words. “Thor… on the other hand.” He added wryly, raising a brow. “I suppose apart of me… wanted him to feel it. So he understood.” It was spoken as if he was processing it in real time. Your gaze drifted to Loki, eyeing his profile as he spoke. “And when you came to Odin… to me…” He corrected before pausing. “And asked to return to Midgard, to live your life among the mortals I once sought to rule…” He let out a quiet breath. “I could do nothing but allow it. Knowing the hurt I had caused, the rift I had created…”

Loki’s words hung in the air, a subtle tension hanging with them as you bit your lower lip lightly, unclasping your hands to sit up straight, keeping them resting on your knees. “Midgard…” You began softly. “The time I spent there after New York, aiding them rebuild their city… It gave me purpose.” You turned your head to look at him properly. “Odin had forbidden me from seeing you in your cell, Thor was with Jane and I…” You sighed. “I just wanted to do something… good.”

Loki listened intently, his expression neutral, if not slightly more tender than his usual look of indifference. He waited for you to continue, not wanting to interrupt. “And then after… thinking you were dead on Svartalfheim…” You shook your head. “I just… couldn’t bear being home.”

Loki felt a pang in his usually guarded heart at those words, his head dipping as he moved a hand to the bridge of his nose. Odin’s words when he sent him away still clung to the corners of his mind.

“You will not see them again, you have done enough damage there.”

In his own way, he thought he was protecting you. Stopping you from being hurt anymore by making you believe he was dead.

“I thought-“ He cleared his throat, lifting his head. “After everything I had done…” He trailed off, not daring to look at you.

“That what?” You blinked, furrowing your brows. “I just… wouldn’t care?” You breathed out, disbelief in your voice. Loki finally then took the risk of glancing at you, seeing the bewildered look on your features. “You think… that after everything, the good and the bad, that I wouldn’t care if you were gone?” Loki stayed quiet, but the look on his face told you all you needed to know. “You’re an idiot.” You huffed, shaking your head, pushing yourself to your feet as Loki blinked at your reaction. “You are… an A-Grade idiot.”

“I see Midgard has also taught you some rather interesting language-“ He quipped wryly, brows furrowing as he stayed seated, a hand moving to a small shrug. You turned round to look at him, hands on your hips.

“Midgard taught me a lot, thank you.” You snapped slightly, letting out a breath as you looked out the window across the room once again. “I could’ve left you to your own designs in New York, let the others handle it, but when Thor told me you were alive, what you were planning, I demanded to go with him.” You looked down at him again, searching his upturned gaze. “When Odin forbid me from seeing you in your cell, sending me to Midgard to clear up your mess, all I could think about was what you were thinking, how you were feeling.” You saw Loki’s brows begin to unknit, a flash of emotion going through his ice blue eyes. “And then when we fought side by side on Svartalfheim, I thought it was a fresh start. Us, fighting side by side…” Your voice wavered faintly, but Loki noticed as he gracefully got to his feet. “To watch you die.” You whispered.

Loki swallowed the lump in his throat, taking a tentative step closer, one hand slightly outstretched, as if he was approaching a startled animal. “To find out, you were alive for four years. Four years, Loki.” Your voice raised slightly, anger surfacing. “And even now, you are plotting and scheming. It never ends, does it?”

Loki’s eyelids fluttered briefly, face lowering to look down at his leather boots as he tried to think of what to say - what you would want him to say. “What can I say? I’m an opportunist.” He finally spoke, words quiet. Usually, those words would’ve been laced with wry humour, but instead they were almost honest sounding. He lifted his face, eyes flickering to your hands on your hips as he took a leap of chance, reaching for one of your hands. He was surprised when you didn’t snatch your hand away, but didn’t let it show.

“You…” He breathed out. “Are… a defender. Just like you always wanted to be.” He spoke softly. “I am… proud…” The words felt slightly foreign on his tongue, such open sentiment. “-of how far you have come.” His words were almost a whisper, as your own gaze threaten to soften. “And I… am still searching.” He gave a brief, solemn smile. “Searching for what I want to be.” He paused. “I do what I do because… it’s what I know how… to do.” His eyes searched yours, as if you had the answer, but knowing that ultimately, it was he who needed to work it out. “I don’t enjoy hurting people. I do it… because I have to, because I’ve had to.”

Your gaze finally softened, shoulders relaxing slightly as you took in his admission. You always knew that the Loki he portrayed to most was a mask, a defence mechanism… Yes, he was mischievous and cunning, but he was also multifaceted. You had seen it yourself. He was capable of so much more than the hollow quest he strived for.

“I know.” You whispered, squeezing his hand lightly. “But going round in circles, it’s never going to give you what you’re searching for. You can’t… discover if you don’t do something new.” You continued lowly, raising a brow. “Maybe, whatever you’re truly searching for isn’t a throne, or to rule or whatever else that falls under that umbrella, but maybe what you’re really looking for is-“

But before you could finish your thought, Loki’s lips had pressed to yours. You froze for a moment, taken back, before feeling yourself relax, his hand gently squeezing yours as his free one came to gently cup your cheek. Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss - a kiss you had been waiting centuries for. His kiss was as tender as it was passionate, reverent even. It was a kiss that took your breath away - at the risk of sounding cliche.

After a moment, you broke apart, Loki pulling back to observe your face, eyes flickering over your features in a questioning way, wondering if he had overstepped, if he had done the right thing by… being vulnerable. When your eyes finally reopened, finding his, the look on his face was a mix of nerves and contentment, a strange contradiction… Very Loki.

“What… what was that for?” You breathed out, still slightly in awe at the way your heart was beating in your chest. Loki blinked, raising his brows.

“Well, you… did say that I couldn’t discover if I didn’t try something new…” He said lowly, tone holding a hint of his usual cheekiness that made your lip twitch, threatening to smile.

“And?” You asked quietly, his hand still in yours, his other still cupping your cheek gently.

“And I…” He cleared his throat. “I- uh- think I rather like this… ‘something new’.” His lips quirked up into a faint smirk, eyes glimmering with hope and care, possibly even excitement. “If you like it as well, of course-“ He added, slightly rushed, a little awkward.

“No, yeah- I mean-“ You nodded, clearing your own throat. “Yeah. I like it.”

“Yeah?” Loki raised a brow, voice breathy.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly, once more squeezing his hand in assurance as Loki let his own lips be tugged into a small, almost bashful smile.

“To something new.”

[sunnysidevans]

Red Carnations - J.Seresin

Summary: A Red Carnation signafies your heart aches for that person.

Jake left red carnations at your headstone every year, until he wasn't and you were staring back at him, alive.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Pilot!Reader - Callsign: Hela.

Warnings: 18+, mentions of death, mentions of accidents/injury. Mentions of nightmares, fluff and some angst.

This is part II to "Middle Of A Memory" which you can find here.

a/n: woah. I didn't expect the two of these to get so much love but I am so happy it has! the long anticipated part two.. it's here! I hope this lives up to what everyone was hoping for. Thank you for sticking with me and having patience with me. <;3

happy reading!!

Year: One.

The summer sun was hot on his skin as Jake sat on the now green grass. The headstone stared back at him, “Y/N, “Hela” Y/L/N” he reads softly to himself as he reaches over, wiping some dirt out of the letters. “I can’t believe it’s been almost a year Hels” he watches the way the leaves flow with the wind, as if you were listening to him.

“I still can’t even listen to Foreigner without thinking about you,” he chuckles, running a hand along his face. He had stubble on his cheeks, choosing to take his leave to come to New York and see you. “I need to go home and see mom but she knows how much this means to me” he whispers, smiling slightly to himself. “I miss you so much beautiful” he stands and brushes some grass from his jeans as he sets down the small bouquet of red carnations.

His mother always saying that a red carnation means you were aching for that person. He smiles sadly as they sit perfectly on your headstone. He takes a deep breath and looks to the sky to prevent more tears from rolling down his cheeks. There was a knowing smirk on his face as he knew you’d be teasing him, all in good fun. He kisses his fingertips, laying them atop the stone, walking towards his hotel. 

“How’d it go?” His mom’s voice is soft on the other line, understanding. “It was nice, I felt her with me” he admits, pushing the hair out of his face as he walked the busy sidewalk.  “Are you gonna come home?” she asks tentatively, “I think so mama, I-” he chokes up then, biting back the tears.

“You need your mama, you can admit it” she smirks but she knows her son. “My flight leaves in a few hours” he whispers, shoving his hands into the pocket of his jeans to pull out the keycard to his room.

“What flowers did you leave for her?” she asks as he shuts the door behind him, “red carnations”. She smiles sadly, nodding, “okay baby, I will see you soon then? Gracie is home too” he smiles at the mention of his sister.

"Of course, how is she holding up?” he asks as she sighs, she looks back at the younger Seresin who sat curled up on the couch with her father like she was six again. “She could really use her big brother right now” he nods.

“I will be home soon” she nods, knowing he can’t see her. “I love you” he smiles, “I love you mama” he hangs the phone up then, looking down at the text staring back at him. 

Raven: Thinking of you today. I found this and thought it might make you smile.. *1 attachment *

The tears he tried so hard to prevent started to fall freely. A photo of you and Jake, it was from when you first met him in Tennessee. He stood behind you, his arm across your chest as the two of you looked at the other, your smile was wide and Jake's eyes were dripping with love.

He sobs, his head falling forward as he sits on the edge of the bed. The two people in the photo were not ones he recognized. “It’s bullshit Hela '' he mumbles to himself, tossing the phone aside as he brushes the tears off his cheeks, taking a deep breath.

Jake landed in Austin almost two hours later. His sister's grin meets him in the airport. She covered her tears with a smile as he made his way to her, his own smile hiding his own tears. “Jakey” she whimpers as her brother approaches.

“It’s okay Gracie, c’mere” he’s dropping his bag and wrapping her in his arms, her head nuzzling into his chest. He can feel her sniffle against the tshirt he wore, kissing the top of her head, he squeezes her body. “I got you, let’s go home yeah?” he asks softly as she nods, wrapping her arm around his waist and walking to the parked car.

The car ride was silent, the radio played softly and the silence was almost deafening as the Foreigner song picked up on the radio. “Shit” she quickly reaches for the seek button or anything to turn the song off. “No” he stops her, looking at her with a wide smile.

“I want to hear it"

He admits as he turns the song up louder, looking out the window with his sunglasses perched on his nose. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of Kelly Hansen’s voice filling his ears.

He can’t help but sing along softly. Gypsy smiles from her seat, looking at her older brother from her peripheral, he looked at peace for one of the rare moments in the last year.

Year: Three

The red circle stared back at him. Red and screaming as he stood in front of the calendar.

Three years to the date he’s been without you.

He couldn’t take leave this year and was stuck on base training. He shuts the locker with a slam and walks out of the locker room. The murmuring of the other pilots stops at his outburst, watching as he walks out of the room.

He puts the sunglasses on his face and walks past the squad room where the dagger squad sat. Gypsy looks up as her brother's boots walk along the linoleum floor. “What’s his problem?” Payback asks as she looks down at her phone. The date stared back at her. “It’s today” she looks at Raven who nods sadly. “I’ll go talk to him” Bradley stands, leaning down to kiss the top of Raven’s head, following the older Seresin.

Jake tosses his bag into the passenger seat of his truck, going to get in when Rooster's voice stops him. “Hangman!” he jogs up to the Chevy, looking at Jake. “Hey” Bradley looked at him, Jake's face was stone, he hid his emotions better especially in front of anyone on the squad. “I know what today is,” Rooster whispers, moving closer to him. “I expect you too” Hangman mumbles, looking at Rooster.

“You know I understand don’t you? I grieve my parents everyday” Rooster says, watching as Jake shuts the door to his truck gently. “I know you do Rooster and thank you” he nods to him in thanks, “I-I just need to be alone okay?” taking the aviators off, Rooster nods at the sadness in his eye. “Of course, I’m just a phone call away okay?” Jake nods, sending him a sad smile and climbing behind the wheel of his truck.

The living room was silent. Jake couldn’t bring himself to even turn the television on. He can hear the soft tick of the clock as the minutes go. He takes a deep breath before he’s grabbing his phone, pulling up the group chat with the Dagger Squad.

Coyote: Hard Deck?

Fanboy: I'm in!

Phoenix: Same!

Gypsy: Bob and I are gonna stay in, I’m not up to it.

He stops reading the texts, standing and shoving the phone in his pocket as he grabs his jacket and leaves the house.  The house still had so much of you even after three years, he took over your lease of the beachfront home. He couldn’t bear it going to anyone else.

He drove to the flower shop down the street, he knew what he was there for. The sweet woman smiled at him as the bell above the door dings. “Can I help you?” she asks as he smiles, looking around at all the flowers and plants lining the walls.

“Yes actually, do you have any red carnations?”

She smiles a wide smile, holding a finger to him and makes her way back to the back of the store.

The breeze was cold on his skin as he stood on the sand. The carnations were held securely in his hands as he took a deep breath, taking in the saltiness of the sea. Rooster notices him as he stands in the Hard Deck, grabbing his own jacket, he makes his way outside.

“Hangman?” Jake turns and for one of the first times in their friendship, Rooster can see the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Hey Rooster '' Jake is wiping his cheeks, turning back to the water. Rooster moves beside him, holding his hand out to him. Jake furrows his brows as Bradley motions to the flowers. “Let me have one” he mumbles as Jake takes the small bouquet and gives one to the man beside him.

“Red Carnation?” he asks as Jake nods slowly, “they mean you ache for that person, I’ve been leaving them for Hela for years” he whispers, voice breaking slightly. Bradley nods, smiling sadly at Hangman. “I can’t even look at the ocean the same now that she’s gone” Bradley is surprised at the confession as he nods. “I couldn’t go to the beach for a long time once my dad died” he replies as Jake looks at him with a sad smile.

“I know you didn’t know Hela but she was… so fun and she loved all things in life” he smiles sadly as he turns back to the water. “She’d want to be with the sea, even though that’s where she died,” he chuckles softly. Bradley nods, “tell me more about her'' he asks as Jake looks over at him. “Raven probably tells you enough” he chuckles, wiping his cheeks. “The basics'' he admits as Jake nods.

“She was very fun, always had a joke about something” he smiles as he chuckles, “I pulled her off the bar once, dancing to a scorpion’s song in Tennessee '' he smiles as Bradley nods. “I bet she was fun” Jake chuckles, nodding “she was”'.  Jake turns towards Bradley with a sad smile, “Thanks alot for this Bradshaw '' Bradley nods, reaching over and slapping his shoulder with a squeeze. “Of course,” he smiles.

Jake makes his way to the shoreline with Bradley, crouching down to let the Carnation flow with the water, watching as Bradley lets the one in his hands go. “Another year without you Hells Bell” he stands watching as the flowers float into the ocean.  “It never gets easier, does it?” he asks as Bradley stands beside him. "No, no it doesn’t but you have an army behind you” Bradley looks over at him as he chuckles, “you mean navy?” the two of them laugh.

“Let’s go get a drink, what was her favorite drink?” Bradley asks as they make their way up the sand. Jake laughs, looking at Bradley, 

“A sex on the beach” .

Present day.

Cyclone and Warlock watch the way the two of you look between each other. Jake takes in your state, the way your bruises are so fresh and how the split in your lip looked as it almost stung as you smiled at him.

“What-” he’s panting, looking around the room as it starts to feel small, he was not one to get claustrophobic but he was almost suffocated by the walls. “Can we have a minute?” he can’t believe he’s even hearing your voice outside of a Voicemail. Cyclone and Warlock nod, walking out of the room and shutting the door behind them.

He doesn’t notice as you make your way to him, hands moving from the pockets of your jacket. Jake could sob at the bruises on your knuckles as your still soft hands reached out for him. “Jake” you are whispering, reaching out to him slowly, his eyes meeting your bruised one. “How-” he’s shaking his head, pacing the room. You stand there, shoving your hands back into the jacket pockets.

The room is silent. The only sound is Jake’s boots along the concrete floors. “Say something” you say, standing in front of him as his boots stop and he turns to you. His heart aches as he looks you over. “How are you even alive right now Hela?” he asks, watching as you take a deep breath, watching over his face.

“I survived the crash Jake '' he nods slowly, his brows furrowed.

“Doesn’t answer how I buried you almost five years ago,mourned you for almost five years!” he looks at you, breathing heavily as his voice raises. “i-I was on the search team looking for you! We looked for you!” he yells, watching the way you almost folded up onto yourself. “They found me before you did” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. “I’ve been held up in an enemy camp since the accident” you can see his boots are in your vision.

“They finally realized they were getting nowhere” His hands are soft as they reach out for your cheek, you flinch against his hand. “Sweet girl” he whispers, thumb tilting your chin up to face him. He sobs at the look on your face, fear and pain. “I didn’t mean for you to mourn me Jake” you move away from him, you begin to pace. “Any of you, Gypsy, Raven” pushing the hair out of your face, wincing at the pain as you brush a cut on your eyebrow.

“Hela” he's reaching for you and soon his arms are around your body as the two of you fall to the floor.

He’s cradling you in his lap as the two of you sob, his chin resting on your head as he holds you closer. “My poor girl,” he whispers, kissing the top of your head as the sobs shake your body against his chest. “I’m so sorry” you sob harder, gripping his arm tightly as he shakes his head,

“You are here and alive baby” he whispers.

It felt like hours as the two of you sat on the office floor, held up together. “I missed you so much” you whisper, gripping his arm as he rocked the two of you. “I missed you even more baby” he whispers, kissing the top of your head. The knock on the door pulls the two of you to stand, Warlock and Cyclone make their way back in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, just wanting to check in” Warlock smiles sadly at you , you nod sending them a smile. “You can have Lieutenant Seresin back, thank you for bringing him to me Cy” Cyclone nods with his own smile, looking between the two of you.

Turning to Jake who is also wiping his cheeks, you smile and reach up to cup his cheeks. “I want you to go out there and fly, I know this is going to be hard to process but, we will tell the girls later okay?” he nods, kissing your palm.

You smile, leaning up to kiss the lips you waited years to kiss again. He pulls you closer to him by the waist as he chases your lips once the two of you part. “Promise?” you nod, smiling wider, “I promise”. He smiles, kissing your forehead as your eyes close.

“Fly fast” he smirks against your hairline, “Fly safe” he whispers back. 

“Jakey!” he stops at his sister's voice, turning to face her. “Gyps” he smiles at her behind his aviators. “Are you okay? You were in Cyclones office for a while” she’s panting, her helmet in her hands as he nods. “I’m alright Gyps' ' he walks past her with nothing more, walking past the rest of the squad to his own jet. You made your way through the halls of Top Gun, listening over the comms at what was happening in the sky.

“Don’t worry Phoenix, Hangman’s coming” you smile, hugging the jacket tighter to your body. Walking back to Cyclone’s office, he looks up from the papers. “Are you okay?” he asks as you watch the planes out the window. “I am. I-I got to see Jake and that means alot to me” you whisper, shoving your hands back into the pocket of the jacket.

“Thank you again Cyclone really” you look back at him as he smiles, standing. “Of course Hela, we are so happy to know you are back” you smile sadly as he gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Pilots are landing, would you like me to go out and get the other Seresin and Cain?” he asks as you nod, looking up at him, “bring both seresin’s in please?” he nods with a grin in the doorway, “you got it”.

The tarmac was warm as the sun was going down, Raven and Gypsy both doing their rounds of push ups when Hondo stopped counting. “Lieutenants Seresin and Cain, I need you both in my office please, when you are ready” he nods to Hondo, Cyclone makes his way back inside, passing hangman as he goes, “you too Hangman”.

Raven looks over at Gypsy and then looks at the older Seresin by the door. “What is going on?” She whispers to Gypsy as they make their way down the hallway. She stood beside her brother who remained cool as a cucumber. “Uh, Gypsy” he turns to the two of them, stopping them outside the office door. “You both are gonna be shocked and- I know it might be confusing” Gypsy furrows her brows, looking up at her brother.

“Jake, just spit it out” she defends, arms across her chest as he nods. Knocking on the door gently, he hears your soft come-in as he opens the door. Raven and Gypsy follow behind the older Seresin who’s shielding you from their vision, a smile so wide on his face it could light up a dark room, “ready?” he mouths as you nod with your own smile, “ready”.

“Raven, Gypsy” you look at your two best friends with a sad smile, hands still shoved in your pockets as the two girls gasp. “No fucking way” Raven starts pacing as she looks between you and Jake and then back at you. “There is no fucking way!” she points at you with a scowl on her lips.

“Jakey..” Gypsy whispers, eyes trained on you as she turns to her brother. You smile at the two of them, making your way to Gypsy and holding a hand out to her. “It's me, Gyps” she sobs, taking your outstretched hand, pulling your body into her own and hugging you tightly.

Closing your eyes, holding back more tears, you hug her tighter. “I’m so sorry” you whisper as she shakes her head, sniffling, “don’t you be sorry! You are here and alive!” she cups your cheeks, a shy smile on her face as you wince. You smile down at her, kissing her palm gently as she sobs with a wide smile. You look over in your peripheral as Raven continues pacing.

“Hold on” you whisper, walking towards her slowly, “Ray” you whisper. It was almost slow motion as she turned around and her hand connected with your cheek. Turning from her, you hold your cheek and close your eyes.

“Raven” Jake steps in, moving to stand between the two of you. She looks up at Jake with a sob. “How is this possible Jake!'' she yells, looking at him and then behind him, you are wiping your lip on the sleeve of your jacket.

“It’s true, Raven” he looks down at her as she sobs, slapping his chest as he brings her into a hug. “She died! She died and I watched her casket go into the ground!” he’s rubbing her back soothingly. “I know, I know,” he whispers with a nod, “so did I” he reminds her.

“Raven'' you move to stand beside the two of them as she looks over at you. She notices the fresh blood on your lip, the bruises along your skin as well as your swollen eyebrow. “I will tell you everything I promise” you say as she sobs.

“I watched them bury a casket Hela '' she whispers as you nod. “It was empty, they told my mom they couldn’t find my body. They couldn’t find it because it was already recovered” you whisper as her sobs slow. “Hela” she whimpers as you nod, a smile on your lips.

“It’s me, Ray” she pulls you into her body, hugging you tightly as you smile, looking up at Jake who can’t help the grin on his own lips. “It’s me Ray I promise” you whisper again, hugging her tighter. 

+

The nights were quiet. They were too quiet for your jukebox mind. The mug sat between your hands as you sat on the couch, the soft ticking of the clock above the television kept your focus. Knees pulled to your chest, you rested the cheesy Navy mug ontop of them. 

The faded Naval academy shirt sat down to your mid thigh as you focused on the soft ticking. So focused, you don’t hear the sound of the floorboard right in front of the bathroom creak. Jake leans against the wall that leads into the living room, he watches the way you looked off almost in a trance. His arms cross over his chest as he decides his next move.

He often found you there, sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in the early hours of the morning. The two of you were in the Navy but you never got up before the alarm. That was until your accident. You would sleep a mere few hours and then he’d find you out on the couch. He pushes off the wall and walks towards you. His approach is slow so he doesn’t startle you, smiling softly as your eyes meet his.

“Lover” you whisper, sitting up to set the mug aside and looking up at him through your lashes. “Hey sweet girl” he whispers, sitting down on the coffee table to face you. “Did I wake you?” you ask as he shakes his head, elbows resting on his knees.

You've been home now for two months, you did your best to hide the emotions from everyone, hide the nightmares and hide the pain you still were feeling. He looks you over with his own sad smile, looking over your face, all your bruises were healed, a small scar remained on your eyebrow. He reaches forward and smooths his finger over it, watching the way your eyes fall closed. “Another one?” he whispers as you nod against his palm. “Sit with me?” you ask, eyes reopening to look up at him.

His heart clenches at the look in your eye as he nods, moving to lay on the couch, his head falling in your lap. “What was it like?” you ask softly, running your fingers through his blonde strands. “What's that?” he asks, eyes falling closed. “What were the years like? I feel like I missed so much�� you admit looking down at him. “Hard” he mumbles behind a yawn, “so hard Hels, I-I had a hard time flying after the accident, they grounded me for about two weeks” he admits as your nails gently scratched his scalp.

“Raven finally talked some sense into me, told me you’d be pissed I was grieving so… hard? She told me you’d want me to try and fly and be the best pilot” you smile sadly, nodding as you sip the now cold coffee. “I would’ve told you to stop feeling sorry for yourself” you whisper as he chuckles softly, “I figured that, so I flew with a photo of you in the cockpit every single day” he admits as you smile sadly.

“Hela?” he asks, his speech slurred as you hum in response. “I want to marry you, ya know? I thought about how if you were still alive that we would be the hottest couple in the Navy” you chuckle softly, looking down at his now sleep filled eyes. “Are you asking me to marry you cowboy?” His smile is goofy and lopsided.

“Someday I will, the right way with a perfect ring and setting for us” you smile, patting his chest. “Let's get you to bed lover” he smiles, standing as you reach over, turning off the lamp beside you and following down the hallway.

The sun was bright in the sky as Jake stood on the tarmac. He watched as everyone got into their planes. “How is she doing?” Gypsy asks her older brother, he looks over at her with a hum. “Her nightmares are getting worse, barely sleeps” he admits, shoving the glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Poor thing” she whispers as he shakes his head, “She tries to hide them from me,I find her on the couch every night” he looks over at his sister with a sad smile.

“We will get through it though, she will, her bruises are healing and so is she, one day at a time” he nods, he wasn’t sure if he was reassuring her or himself. She nods, looking up at him, “Well, maybe if she feels up to it, bring her to the Hard Deck tonight! She should meet the squad!” she grins, walking towards Bob and Phoenix.

He nodded, making his way towards his own plane, climbing the ladder. Maybe going out to the hard deck, meeting and seeing everyone would help.

The Jukebox was soft and flowed through the open windows beautifully. You smiled, standing at the end of the stairs of The Hard Deck. This place brought back so many good memories for you.

Climbing the steps, you take a deep breath and push through the dark green door. The smell of beer and fried food filled your nose. Jake insisted he go without you, he wanted to give you a chance to come on your own time. You smile as you notice the back of his head at the pool tables, Raven and Gypsy as well.

“Hela?” you look over at the soft voice, Penny Benjamin is smiling behind the bar. She knew you were alive, Maverick told her about your arrival back on base, she remembered you from Top Gun.

“Penny?” you ask in a soft voice as she is rounding the bar and making her way to you. “I thought he was lying..” she whispers, smiling wider at the smirk on your lips. “Captain Mitchell is no liar” you smile as she laughs, pulling you into a hug.

Penny became a safe space for you, she listened to you cry about how much you loved your best friend when you attended top gun, how you would never be anything more than his wingman. “Would you like a sex on the beach?” she grins at the smile that was wide on your face, for once it met your eyes. “I would love one Penny” she makes her way back to the bar. 

The pool game seemed intense. You watch as Jake bends over to take the shot, smirking as you whistle behind your straw. The group turns at the sound, Jake smirks and takes the shot, standing back to his full height. “Hey sweetheart” he grins as he walks towards you. Looking up at him, you smirk ”Hi lover”.

He leans down kissing your lips with a grin. “Everyone” he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. “I introduce to you, Y/N aka Hela” you smile. The group watches the way your eyes bounce through them all before a smirk breaks out on your face. “Let’s see, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback” you point to each aviator who nods with a smile.

“Bob” you smile at the WSO who shares a soft smile with you, “aka the love of Gypsy’s life?” you question the younger Seresin who blushes beside her boyfriend. Bob pulls her into his side by her waist. “Nice to meet you formally Hela” he shakes your hand as you grin.

“What did I miss?” you smirk at the voice, turning to face Raven and Rooster. “Bradley Bradshaw as I live an breath” Jake chokes on the sip of your drink he was taking as the squad try hiding their laughs.

Bradley stands in his Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses perched on his tank top. “Oh god there's two of them” you chuckle with a smirk moving closer to him, hands on your hips as you tilt your head.

“Nice to meet you formally Bradshaw” you hold a hand out to him as he shakes it slowly, pulling you into his chest for a hug. “It’s nice to finally meet you Hela” he whispers only to you, wrapping your arms around him, you grin.

“It’s so nice to meet all of you” you turn to the group, holding a hand out to Jake. “I'm sorry you've had to deal with Hangman for so long” he scoffs, taking your hand and pulling you into his side. 

The bar was still full by the A.M hours. Jake turns to his left, which he finds empty. “Oh no” he whispers to himself as Coyote looks at him with a raised brow. “What’s wrong?” Coyote asks as Jake sighs, “I can’t find Hela, which can only mean two things” he sighs.

The jukebox changes and he hears your laugh. He was happy to hear that laugh again, eyes closing as the opening notes of Scorpions “Rock you like a Hurricane” plays through its speakers.

You turn to face him a grin as bright as the stars as you hand penny the empty glass. You were on drink five by now, cheeks flush as you climb up onto the hard deck bar.

You walk the bar, singing to him the opening verse. You smirk, “my cat is purring, it scratches my skin, so what is wrong with another sin?” he grins.

“Gentleman” he turns to the dagger squad who watches as you circle your hips along the bar. “This is Hela” he smirks, handing his now empty beer to Coyote who takes it with a chuckle. He walks towards the bar as your dress sways with your hips, hands running up your sides, landing on your breasts. “Oh lover” you grin at the sight of him, moving to the edge of the bar to look down at him. “Hi beautiful girl, let's get you home yeah?” he asks as you shake your head.

Him and Penny share a look as he reaches forward, his hands are soft on the back of your knee caps as he is pulling you over his shoulder. Just like the night in Tennessee you are face to face with his jean clad butt.

You squeal, gripping his shirt tightly as he walks towards the door, his hand holding down the ends of your dress. “Penny, I’ll be back for our tab!” he yells back over his shoulder. “No worries!” she yells back with a smile. 

He holds your thighs with one arm as he opens the passenger side door, gently setting you against the warm leather seats. You fall into the seat, legs facing him as your eyes look up at him, full of love.

“Will you marry me cowboy?” he chuckles, hands resting on your knees as he smiles, “you know in a heartbeat”. He shuts the door after he gets you inside, a grin on his lips as he makes his way to the driver's side. He finds you there, messing with the radio.

“Play me something” you sigh, leaning back into the seat with a huff. He grins, messing with his phone as he plays the one song he knew would make you smile.

“Oh my god!” you laugh, looking over at Jake who smirks, turning out of the Hard Deck and onto the main road. You lean against the window, hair flowing with the wind as you sing loudly.

“When you love someone, it feels so right, so warm and true” you sing loudly and off-key.

Jake wouldn’t trade it for the world, five years without you coming crashing onto him.

Five years without this, without you singing to him at three in the morning.

“You make me feel alive Jake,” he smiles, kissing your knuckles as he pulls your interlaced fingers to his lips.

“I waited a long time for a girl like you Hela” you grin, falling back into the seat as you watch the world pass by you.

+

The office was stuffy as you walked in. The room was bare, nothing much to the walls but plaques. Full of mostly browns and begie paint covering the walls.

It was your first day back on base, you would be working with other victims of air accidents, still too nervous to climb back into the cockpit.

You walk towards the desk, head tilting at the small vase sat in the middle. Setting your bag down beside you, moving towards the small bouquet of red carnations.

Reaching forward, you pick up the small card that was placed in front of them, 

“For my favorite goddess of death, have a wonderful first day. J x”

+

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Male Reader X Hela taking care of young kid Thor and Loki reader says "group hug" and Hela is in the middle saying she only tolerates them because of reader (she's lying she loves them)

Based on this https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSFmb4ap9/

Little Loki hangs on Y/Ns leg…

Loki: I got your leg! I got your leg!

Little Thor tries to reach for Helas helmet…

Hela: no. Dont or I’ll tell Frigga

Y/N simply laughs…

Hela: what?

Y/N: nothing.

Hela: if you’re thinking I’d be a wonderful mother, you’re wrong.

Y/N: being there is half the job already (winks)

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The Heart Bestowed 

pronouns: she/her warnings: none that i am aware of, feel free to correct me in dms :) summary: Jacaerys loves nothing more than a duty fulfilled. Y/n has other impressions. Ever since they were young, they presumed that they would some day find one another in the Sept amongst family and reciting practiced vows to one another. However, they could not be more different nor more infuriated in their joined presence. Neither of them have any greater desires than to quell the other...So why do they feel so disappointed when they are both betrothed to another? disclaimer: this is fanfiction for asoiaf/house of the dragon, i do not give permission for my writing to be translated or copied whatsoever pairing/s: Jacaerys Velaryon x Tyrell!Reader dividers by: firefly-graphics wordcount: 8,144

120 AC. When Two Foes Begin

Y/n tilts her head as her eyes take in the strange boy’s dishevelled appearance. Her lids turn her eyes to slits. “You have a leaf in your hair.” She comments. Usually this would be a compliment–the girl probably loved nature more than a Targaryen, their dragon. She threads the court girls’ hair with flowers every morrow, which she is doing at this sensitive moment as her fingers peel through pale strands and embed larkspur into the crevices. Her own locks are braided with daisies though he cannot comprehend how she managed to fit them all in with the sheer density of it. The boy with brown hair rolls his lips into his mouth, bites down and frowns at her. Hair had been a topic he had been criticised upon often. He should not be surprised that the little Tyrell girl thought the same. “Better a leaf than a spider.” He snaps briskly, all too used to defending the castle of stone in where his insecurity lies. The girl gasps and shoots her hands into her own locks as quick as an arrow flies. Perhaps if she were not here then he would be able to occupy his time flying arrows instead of pretending not to be as bored as a dormouse. Her wide eyes turn on Helaena as Jacaerys begins cackling. “Hela, you promised!” She exclaims, the Targaryen princess returning her shock. “You told me they were still in your room!” “They are sleeping.” Helaena’s soft voice melodies no louder than that of the very dormouse skittering through Jacaerys’ very soul. The boy sighs.

“Are you a child? You are acting as if you are one. How fearless.” Jacaerys snickers then smirks slyly. “I am willing to bet five dragon coins that you are the younger, aren’t you? Posing as the elder to attract my aunt’s attention.” The way her eyes narrow and settle their attention back onto him only heightens his entertainment. He intends to quip once more but a familiar supercilious voice drifts closer and he rolls his eyes. “And had I not known you, I would have presumed you to be the youngest of your line and yet the Lady seems all too aware of her status. Something that you clearly lack, nephew.” Either child turns to look at the Targaryen picking at his nails to pretend the conflict is not anxiety-ridden. That jumps an idea into the almost-heir’s mind. “Perhaps it is genetics then, seeing as Daeron’s sword can strike thrice the battle yours would. I could presume that–” “You are both foolish.” Y/n interrupts and her hand dips to take Helaena’s. Squeezing. “We are leaving. Helaena is to show me the library. Good day.” It is swift that she leaves, Jacaerys’ aunt trailing behind her slightly as she giggles. The boys however seem unable to dispel the attention she directs, staring long after she is gone. “A shame that your wife and yourself are not yet accustomed to one another.” Aemond smirks with only the slightest twitch of his lip. Jacaerys wrinkles his nose. “Gross, what are you saying? She is not my wife, she is an insufferable girl who makes my eyes sore.” Jacaerys mutters then grimaces at the mere thought. His uncle doesn’t utter a noise but they both understand the growing gleam in his eyes. “Perhaps not yet but she will be. You should know how quickly alliances are forged. Brother of mine own is to marry our sister in the growing years, perhaps you can share together your day of nuptials and all that comes alongside it. I am sure that he would delight in this revelation himself.” “You speak as though you are excused from this fate.” “That is because I am. You forget I am a second-son.” The Targaryen prince ignores the Velaryon’s grumbles.

132 AC.

A dahlia is strapped to her wrist, he notes, watching her. He thought she didn’t like dahlias. It is an off cream colour, not quite possessing the purity of white. It is rare that she would wear such colours, teal gowns usually consume her and yet today she is not wearing one at all, she is wearing a colour reminiscent of the peaches bundle in her arms. She cradles them like they are her own kin. She looks beautiful. More beautiful than he has ever seen her despite the splotches of dirt and vibrant grass stain painting her dress. Jace questions himself why the urge to bow possesses him. She has grown into her Tyrell roots it seems, her steps elegant and handing the small fruits to the children of the city. Jace hides behind a pillar as he gazes, it has been just a year since he last saw her. Just a year and she looks exactly the same and different all at once. He should have prepared for that, he thinks as his stomach tumbles about obscenely and taunts his gut for choosing wrong. He shushes his brother who talks raucously with one of the common folk. His wishes are fruitless. His eyes longing. His feet locked to the floor in order to prevent their unreasoned desires. Her hand reaches into the small basket and squeezes one of the fluorescent yet pale fruits before handing it to a small child, perhaps no bigger than a direwolf pup. Her…

He can’t bring himself to speak her name even silently in his head; it feels far too scandalous. Perhaps it is. Jace likes that word because it sounds like them. Perhaps. Perhaps he will visit her, perhaps he will speak with her, perhaps he will be happy at her side. Perhaps… He wonders why her hair is in those intricate tangles, well not tangles but he cannot summon the phrase, it always looks pretty much like the rose of her name but something feels different this time. Jace wonders if she would too think him pretty. As the thought surfaces he cannot help but feel guilty as he imagines the sweeping swirl that his tongue would gladly deliver around her finger. The one where juices flow freely down her forearm. He swallows. Gods be good. Jace looks back at the once girl now woman. He looks at the odd twig in her hair, the way her dress doesn’t quite reach her feet. Intentional–he’s sure. She knew that she would be walking around although as he hears her laughing, her hair dipping to catch in one of the children’s eyes (to which they swat), he assumes that she did not intend to stay as long as she has. It was been just thirty minutes since he started peeking over at her but it is unknown how she has been skipping and circling the children. One of their small hands dart out at her back and she squeals, the sound more like a birdsong. It looks like a game but once Jace is unfamiliar in. He wonders if she is always this way with children…He wonders if this would be what she would look like amongst their own. Their own. Not her own. Their own. A deepening blush creeps up his veins until blossoming up his face. He wants to brush them away with his hands but that would be foolish.

He glances down at his frozen feet and curses him. He knows they will not move. He refuses to let them and yet he still curses them. His hand dips into his pocket to feel the long-crinkled petals that lie there.

120 AC. The Dragon Incident.

“He stole Vhagar!” Jacaerys seethes, anger steaming on his young face. “He called us bastards–!” “So you carved out his eye?” Y/n yells back, horror filling her face. Her brows are knitted and her lips are twisted downward. Jacaerys’ stomach attempts to devour itself, sharp teeth suddenly becoming unleashed and ripping at his insides like a morbid beast. Bile sews up his throat before hitting his tongue. “Look at him!” Her hands cradle his uncle by his hair and stroke it gently. Jacaerys’ jaw locks and a huff leaves his nose. His uncle looks down, clenching his fists. “You need not fight my battles.” Aemond hisses. “You need not, truly.” “We are children, you are family! Nobody should be fighting anybody.” The girl roars, every inch a beast as powerful as Vhagar in that moment but neither boy changes their stance. Jacaerys huffs and lets his eyes latch onto her hand, running through Aemond’s white curls. A fire burns up his spine. “You seem all too pleased with that fact, if only you could keep your tongue as still as your mind.” The words taste too bitter on his tongue but he chews them out anyway. Her fierce eyes narrow. Her hair sways at the velocity in which she turns her head, the yellow hyacinths in her hair on the verge of falling once her attention returns to him. “I think you both are in far more need of that ability than I.” It is the first time he has felt ashamed. Her eyes drop to Aemond, fingers still carting through his hair. “Aemond, your sisters, name them.” he glares ahead petulantly.

“I have but only one.” He grumbles but her fingers yank sharply and he yelps. “H-Helaena!” She tugs again. “Helaena and Rhaenyra!” He sputters and the Tyrell girl does look far too pleased as she stands to grasp one hand into Jacaerys’ tunic who gulps with wide eyes. “And your mother? Her name.” “R-Rhaenyra!” He sounds out quickly, not wishing for the same sore locks as his uncle. Y/n smiles. She actually smiles. “Good. A common meaning.” Jacaerys winces as she lets go of her rough hold. “You are neither sweet hearted nor graceful.” Jacaerys whines and winces as she lets go of her rough hold. “I am not sure that you are Tyrell at all.” “Perhaps we have been lied to.” His uncle grumbles in agreement. Despite their sentiments against her, the girl beams at their shared discussion. “I hope you enjoy yourselves, my princes.” She curtsy though mock hangs like a banner over them. She snickers to herself as she glides away swiftly. Jacaerys sighs once more and rolls his dark eyes. Aemond folds his arms and they sit down in silence until… “Did you like it?” Aemond asks hesitantly. Jacaerys’ eyes narrow again. “Did I like what?” He snaps. “When she tugged you.” Any retort already built dies on his tongue. A deep flush floods his face. “Of course not.” He denies with haste but his eyes resemble a doe’s as he watches after her.

132 AC.

They are in a large hall, so distant yet so close, as their eyes lock on the other. He smiles at the sight of her hair–no longer so untidy as just hours before. A circlet is delicate upon her brow and loops in the crown of her head and even further back across it. Pink rose petals, real or fake he cannot discern, line it beautifully. Gold compliments her well, he decides and especially in contrast to the soft blue of her gown. Briefly he wonders what she would look like in yellow. Vibrancy. Her colours seem pale as of late, almost unsure. Another thought severs his mind. She is smiling back–no–she is smiling at him. His smile trips for only a moment before it returns taller than ever, he raises his cup and only drinks from it after she reciprocates the motion. Y/n’s eyes wander across the room, sweeping every lord, lady, maid, stray chef, even his drunken uncle. They darken, her eyes, as they explore. Does she like the gem-encrusted candles his mother likes to harbour? Why would she like the candles? Well, what of the cups then? Are they to her liking or shall he replace them all after they are wed. He bites his lip but then she is looking at him again. Warmth waves across the table with a flick of her wrist. He loves it. He loves it dearly. Beautiful, he thinks. Jace thinks a lot of things. He even thinks about how easily he could sneak them both out and into the gardens. Jace could even request one of the lute players to join them, perhaps they could talk freely as he plays. He realises that he does not merely want to talk with her, he wants to murmur in her ear and wrap flowers between the strands of her hair the way she loves it. He wants to inspire each new colour she wears and accept every argument or praise she would bestow onto him. For the dagger of her quick tongue can feel like both the sweetest and only release a man should need. 

He sips once more from his cup, the Dornish delight tickling his own tongue. He wonders if hers should feel the same. A glow echoes from her feet to her hair. It blooms her face, nutritious light dancing across her smile. The grin atop her lips is like golden dust both fleeting and familiar but beautiful nonetheless. Something he would later imprint into his memories. He likes to think of them that way, two dancing dusts of gold moving in tandem despite the wind around them. The firelight cannot distract him from her no matter how flirtatious. His eyes dip to glance at her wrist, he grins when he sees the pale dahlia. Then they meet hers again and he tilts his head to the side. A gesture known between them all too well. So, as they stand and their chairs scrape back. The dancing bodies envelop them enough to shield their bodies from the Queen’s prying eyes.

121 AC. The ‘Strong’ Incident.

She looks as though she has sucked a lemon dry. Jacaerys grimaces, nose wrinkled and brow furrowed. To say that Y/n Tyrell is a petulant Lady of the Reach would be too kind. He has detested her since the moment she clung to his uncle Aemond like a coddling mother. How she wiped the mud off his face and stroked back his hair. He scoffs at the memory. At the ever flowing memories that thread along his mind, stitching it in place as tight as a royal noose. A huff pushes through his nostrils as he stands opposite her at a mere five namesdays. His eyes narrow. “It’s ugly.” He sneers, referring to the rhododendron braided through her hair. She glares back. “You would know, would you not, mittys, afterall you are much further known in that field?” At her sharp utterance, his head snaps up and his eyes blow wide. “Where did you learn that?” He snaps. For the love of the Gods he hates the ill-inducing smile that twists her lips like an insipid snail. She is far too proud of herself, he decides whilst folding his arms. Her grin doubles. “Your uncle taught me.” The Tyrell teases, smirking with those prudish pink lips. He wants to slap away the smug glimmer in her eye but that would not be befitting of his station. Jacaerys clenches his fist to recall that. Instead he breathes. “Well he cannot even summon the correct grammar so he is hardly one to listen to.” The boy is proud when he sees irritation flash over  Y/n’s face. He almost chortles at the sight. “At least he can string together a proper sentence!” She bites back. He scowls and turns his head to the side to pretend the creeping blush is from anger rather than embarrassment. She snickers as her eyes roam every birthmark or dot that lines the crevices of his face. He glances at his mother, already engaging with a strangely familiar looking woman. Oh. Your mother. Oh. 

Jacaerys trains his gaze back on yours and stiffens his posture, arms folding behind his back like Aegon taught him, chin raised. “I do not want to marry you.” He tells her plainly. His words are firm and rehearsed but they take no offence. He is almost insulted when she lets out the most unladylike snort he has ever heard. “Then marry my sister.” She retorts, something playful dancing across her smile. Jacaerys drops his jaw in horror. “Your sister is four!” “Then do not whine to me of what you do or do not wish to do!” As they speak–or rather–argue, Y/n is hoisting up the skirts of her dress and adjusting her shoes. He ignores it. “I merely want us to understand one another.” He attempts, resurging his confidence. She ignores him now, fussing with her hair and wrenching it away from her face. He grimaces once more and glances at their mothers who embrace each other, not in the least concerned of their children’s enjoyment. “And if we are to understand each other then we shall-oh for the heavens, what are you doing?” The prince watches as her hand glides upon a tree branch and latches to it snug into her palm. Her snickers emit as she slings a leg around another. “Escaping!” He gapes at the strange girl. “Escaping? Escaping from what?” “You. You bore me like no other and I find myself in dire need of entertainment.” “I do not bore, you bore me!” Jacaerys continues to twitter even as she clambers through the intense leaves and ducks between branches. “Is this what Tyrells do? Climb trees and allow their smallclothes to the public eye? Be careful you ought to fall.” His voice extracts another yelp of amusement.

“Why? So that your Strong arms oughten to catch me? You are of your namesake, yes, Prince Strong?” Y/n rolls her eyes but before she has the time to argue further, she yelps and falls through the various greenery until falling flat on her back and winces. A groan parts her lips and wrinkles her brows. A gasp calls from the opposing side as the Lady Tyrell and Realm’s Delight skitter toward the fallen child. He bites his lip to quieten a laugh while they drop to her side. “Are you quite alright, my sweet?” Your mother asks, wispy voice wittering. She catches your arm and cheek, eyes scanning over every inch. “Jacaerys,” His mother hisses but conveniently his sights are elsewhere. He grasps a pile of amaryllis flower petals. He doesn’t know how they got there but they are pretty regardless.

132 AC.

The night glimmers with sparkling light, each one more beautiful than the last. “I had almost thought to request a dance of you,” Jace chuckles. “Though that might have been unseemly, as we are not yet betrothed, officially at least.” “I had almost asked, myself.” Y/n retorts back, grinning impishly. She looks down at their feet as they walk, she almost laughs when he performs a little skip. He nods, eyes glazed as they roam his sight across her face. In a sudden move he flicks her nose. Her face flinches and parts her lips. She blinks back to see his smirking face. “What are you–” Jace pretends his eyes are skimming over her in nothing but thought, nose suddenly wrinkling. “Ah yes, I had thought that no such beauty such as your own could be true. I wonder what altered my sights so,” He is grinning wildly but she does not find the comment amusing. A huff bubbles in her and she hoists up her skirts. “How dare you!” She bellows. Jace laughs with greedy entertainment as he begins to skip backward. She runs after him, attempting to hide her delight. “You best apologise for scorning me, Velaryon!” She has to call as she chases him, ducking under branches and attempting not to slip in the thick mud. He glances back at her and cackles at the otherworldly display. She scoffs. His laughter takes control until he is doubling over in amusement which gives Y/n the perfect opportunity to strike a stiff arm across his body and send him crashing to the floor with her body atop his. She pins his wrists above his head and smirks as he wriggles. She beams proudly down at him. “Apologise.” She demands. He grimaces, laughter not yet stopped. “As if!” He dispels.

And all too suddenly, he stops. Jace stops and he looks up at her and his breath stutters. “Do you intend to keep me here? At your mercy?” “I did so when we were children.” She teases to which he quickly rolls his eyes. “When we threw mud and ducked beneath trees.” He interrupts her speech with a chuckle. Her palms soften and slide onto the ground instead. “Do not laugh at me,” “I am not laughing!” He defends. His fingers glide around her wrist. Y/n’s breath hitches. Her eyes flit down at him. As her grip loosens she plummets until their chests touch. Never one to back down from a challenge and yet she fumbles with wide eyes and shallow breath. The prince grins and chuckles as he laces two hands along her waist. His eyes glitter with excitement. “Your lineage was correct at least once.” He murmurs. He spots a row of rogue daisies dotting her hair. “You are so alluring that you have me utterly captivated.” A lump clogs her throat, her breath turns almost so shallow that it hides from her. “And you are as headstrong as the dragon demands.” She breathes out. “We are unchaperoned.” He purrs, a finger raising to stroke his cheek. She swallows and lets her irises track it. “We are.” Crickets dance around them, unseen but their noise unrelenting. His lids lower as the flower leans closer. “It is pretty.” He whispers below his breath. “What is?” “In your hair,” he gestures with a pink hue. She doesn’t have to hear him to know what he is speaking of. “Perhaps…our marriage could be like your hair.” Her brow furrows. “Wild…ever-changing…beautiful…a garden.” A soft smile caresses her face. “I would like to grow our…garden together.” The stars glow above them. As if the fates design it themselves, Jace feels his own smile beginning to warm. “I too...” He breathes. “I too.”

122 AC.

Glares are often exchanged over the dining hall but instead they appear beside a dreary river. It looks utterly soiled and murky. The prince wrinkles his nose. “I’m not going in.” He denies to which the little girl at his left snickers. “I did not ask it of you.” The flower unlaces her boots, huffing as she discards the knotted tangles. “Then what are you doing?” He shifts in discomfort. “I am swimming.” She snickers in retort, “Do not be foolish, that water is freezing.” “But it has water lilies!” Y/n argues tugging at her bodice. She huffs at the trickiness. His hand reaches out to grasp her wrist as she shuffles out of her large skirt. “If our mothers knew that I had let you, they would string me up by my cloak!” “So do not tell them! They will never discover it!” With a twist of her hands she tosses him in the lake below with great ease.

The two highly esteemed most certainly did discover it when their two squabbling children returned to them soaked from head to toe. “Your fault.” Jacaerys hissed at her but she merely stuck her tongue out, as if it had been her intention all along.

132 AC.

The prince stands before the painter, sighing as time whittles away. It is already noon, morning past and yet he cannot escape preening hands or bothersome hands. The excessive garments weigh heavily on him. They feel more like vines than fabrics. His eyes cast to look at the cloudy sky as the gentle blues expose themselves. He is glad that they are not in a shade as spritely as his clothes. It is an odd wonder that he used to love blue so deeply and yet now it shackles him. “And how many more strokes should I be expecting?” Jacaerys asks. The artist before him chokes–presumably on his own saliva–then clears his throat. “Apologies, my lord, what is it that you–?” “Brush strokes, friend. Brush strokes,” A glimmer of enjoyment twinkles in his brown irises. “Ah.” The painter croaks with a flush up his neck. A snicker parts the prince’s lips but an abrupt snap of the doors halts his short entertainment. Jace’s eyes quicken to find a grey dress and solemn face. His grin slips. “My dear, I was not expecting you but it is welcome.” He almost stutters, wanting for nothing but to take a step closer to her. He curses his feet for disobeying his desires. Jace quickly sews back his smile but perhaps too tightly. 

“I thought it best for us to confer in discretion.” The words leave her lips stiffly and as he watches her move he sees a similar firmness in her posture, her stance, her stuck limbs. Jace glances at the painter. “Yes, you are quite right. Ser, would you–?” “No, that is quite alright.” She interrupts, trying to smile but it looks as frozen as the force of her smile. Tensity grapples the air, squeezing it tight. Something is wrong. Something is very wrong.  "I didn't know what it meant." She utters quietly, refusing to raise her eyes to meet his. Jacaerys watches as she swallows slowly and takes a deep breath, holding it in her lungs as though it would flee from her the moment she spoke once again. "When I...When I called you that word." Tensity rattles him, locking his bones. "I'm sorry. It was cruel and unbefitting and you did not deserve it." Silence holds them stiff like the portrait itself yet the artist himself holds little hesitancy. "You were a child." He speaks. She finally looks at him and everything inside him goes soft at her gaze. "So were you." And suddenly everything feels different and the same all at once. He does not know whether what he has gained is what he has lost. He wants to move, walk or run toward her, it matters little. Anything his body would allow but it does not. He stays frozen. Watching as she slowly steps back, the slightest dip in her mouth as she regains her composure. Her head dips, eyes fleeting.

Jacaerys has not screamed since he was a child but suddenly he wants a change of heart. Regardless of duty. Regardless of honour. The two things he holds most dear behind his family. “I have news.” “Oh?” He tries not to let his voice shake despite surrendering to the quietness. “An announcement has been made–two in fact.” His brows furrow. “And what have we to do with them? Have our mothers’ meddling persisted?” Jacaerys’ smile returns but something flickers beneath his eyes. “Your flowers…Where have they gone?” She doesn’t answer. Lady Y/n Tyrell merely takes a deep breath. “We are to be wed.” The spark lights up again and he claps, startling the artist. “Oh, Y/n, I have–” “To other people.” Her Ladyship corrects, eyes flitting up at him from the floor. “Yourself and Baela shall live happily in Dragonstone and I will live at Lord Stokeworth’s side. We are finally free. My congratulations, my prince. I have enjoyed our short time together.” “My lady, I–” “I am not your lady anymore, your highness. Now if you would excuse me…” She walks away and he swears he cannot stop himself from counting each quiet step. He does not feel like Jace anymore. He feels like Jacaerys, prince and future heir to the Iron throne.

126 AC.

‘And then you throw a cloak over her which I still do not comprehend.’ Aegon’s handwriting explains in rough scribbles so filled with the ever increasing bubbles of rage that only a sixteen year old forced to marry his own kin can muster. Jacaerys chuckles quietly at the tear in paper at the centre where a convenient ink splotch lays. A farce of a marriage his uncle and aunt possess and yet there is something bitter in Jacaerys’ snickering. This will be his own fate soon, he is merely lucky that his mother has not been hounding him with it, not forcing him to kiss the weird Tyrell girl’s hand or invite her to dance. He sighs in thought as he thinks of her and the stupid petals that are no doubt swaying in her hair. He can see it, even when he tries not to, he can see her nose wrinkle and scrunch, he can see her eyes cloud with childish amazement as another boy asks her to dance instead–one of the Lords old enough to be his uncle and strange enough to want her grimy hands on them. He bets that they are caked in dirt–they always are–and he can see the oddly shaped and unfitting rings that she adorns, all in the patterns of thorns or flowers. He is tired of listening to her babble to them whenever he sits beside her at feasts. He wishes frequently that he would take the seat beside one of his brothers or cousins.

He continues reading the crumpled letter and reluctant recount of the royal wedding. A princess and a prince destined to tear the other at the seams, he muses to himself. He wonders what Y/n will look like at their own wedding, she always has her hair twisted funny and her dresses are ridiculously large. He does not understand why she bothers with them when she throws them off to jump into the lake every chance she can reach. Surely she would not wear green like Helaena did although that is the prioritised colour of her house. He supposes that would bother him not though with the sage colour she wears so often. But should a wedding not be an excessive expression? Had Helaena looked as miserable as she felt walking up to her new husband or had she braced herself enough to don a reluctant stone mask? Will Y/n look miserable too? Will she throw things at him like she had when she last visited and pommel him again with the force of her fists? To her respect, he had been at fault for taunting her and snatching the lavender flowers from her hair. Would they mind that they would marry in a Sept or beside fire? Will it bother her or would she like it? His thoughts swirl as the parchment’s words grow less intense. The ink starts to fade, replaced by insufferable girls and insufferable promises. Will it be warm or cold? She hates the cold but she hates a lot of things. Will she have to stop climbing trees when she’s Queen? He supposes she will but he’s not quite sure why he hates that idea. There’s something he likes about her calloused hands. He rubs a thumb over his palm as he remembers the last time they danced, it must have been the year before but it threads in his memory with the sound of a well-strung lute. Jacaerys loves music, which is why it is so irritating that he can recall the shade of her eyes with ease and yet not a single note plays in his ears. He cannot even remember whether he had liked it or not.

132 AC.

The door almost snaps from its hinges when the young prince bursts through. “What did you do?” He asks his mother immediately, watching as her eyes widen and she chokes on her wine. The princess takes her time to collect herself and slowly lowers the glass. Blood pumps in his ears so loudly that he almost doesn’t notice his own trembling fingers.“Whatever do you mean, Jacaerys?” “You are betrothing me to Baela?” His mother sighs and looks down, lips parting to respond. “Why should she not? You turn aside every other girl that your mother suggests.” Daemon utters, gliding through the door. He takes his regular brisk and composed steps until settling his hands on Rhaenyra’s chair from behind her. He raises his eyebrows. “Or have you finally made up your mind on who shall be not only your Queen but the Kingdom’s one day.” Rhaenyra turns the rings on her fingers quickly. The prince scoffs. “I know that arranged marriages are not your preferred method but your grandsire is growing very ill, Jacaerys, he should be able to see you wed. It will be the first ceremony he could witness since his own.” The irritation grapples him and squeezes like a vice. “Then do not betroth me to Baela, betroth me to Y/n like you were supposed to!” Jacaerys shouts. A silence rings through the air, a ticking clock quirks at the top of his mother’s head, slowly working her mind to understand his words. She blinks. “The Tyrell girl?” She finally asks, face screwed up and eyes clocking back and forth aimlessly. “I never intended for such a match, I thought you hated her.” Daemon’s face tenses and so does his posture as he folds his arms. Jacaerys’ face becomes even more flushed as the hour passes. “I-I, well, I had but she–I don’t…” His breath grows haggard and huffs.

He strikes a harsh hand through his hair and grips it painfully. The boy bites his lip, suddenly falling small again. “I wanted to. I wanted to marry her, I just…No, I want to marry her. Either I did not know yet for being too foolish and youthful that I thought her to be a trap or I did not want to admit it but now I do and I just want her. I want all of her. Every inch she will give unto me. I want her thorns and her petals, of every season I want to keep her in summer and love. I will travel anywhere to keep her warm, I will command flight, I will command ships, I will even command the stars and sun if she wishes so to force the day to stretch as long as she wishes. I want to give her summer. I want to be her summer. I want to give her myself in every way possible. She has more beauty than I have ever seen and more beauty than I deserve.” His throat tightens even more. “Mother, please let me be her summer, I will do anything you request of me just as I have always done but I will marry no other woman, I swear to the heavens high and low.” He stares into his mother’s eyes, Daemon long forgotten as her fingers stop their flickering of rings. The light catches on the one of gold and amethyst. The shade of his worry and the shade of Baela’s eyes. He knows that he cannot walk onto the stones and before the fires only curated to worship the Gods of Old Valyria and lie to them. It would not only seek him damnation but a life of agony. He knows he cannot willingly look in her eyes and gaze like he does the only beauty he has ever truly known because it is not she. It will never be she. There is but one dream in his heart and he will not let the rebounding tricks and lights of amethyst save him.

“Rather odd that you have had such an enthralling change of heart but I see no reason for such extremities.” Daemon almost growls, the insult burning hot in his ears. “My daughter is beautiful and of pure blood I commend you for your childish songs, I am sure the bards would be proud but I am not. There is no reason for you to deny her of being Queen. It is a title we both know her blood and nature is worthy of.” “Rhaena is betrothed to Luke.” He starts again shakily and glaring into his stepfather’s eyes hard as steel. “If it is your bloodline you wish to prosper then I shall abdicate without fight.” Just as quickly as the words slip past his lips, Rhaenyra’s ring falls. A memory flashes through both the adults’ minds. One in which a man was just as quick to toss his crown. Just as quick to deny himself the power he had always craved just to marry a woman with silver hair and a sharp tongue. And while he was desperate to marry a Queen, the boy before them now was willing to marry nothing more than a flower. Both their eyes tread curiously on him. “Abdicate?” Rhaenyra tests the word on her tongue, an unfamiliar one, it slips across her taste buds–too quick yet too thick. Too heavy and yet he says it with ease. As though it is the only passing thought in his head. Daemon’s own invasive sights are unrelenting. They strike through him as threatening as a sword to his neck, if he moves it will do more than nick him. Something twists in his gut when Daemon’s lips part. “That will not be necessary, will it, doñus ābrazȳrys?” He cuts into the thick cake but it is unclear whether it is filled with stone or honey. His violet eyes slowly track up to Jacaerys’. “I believe a wedding is in order…” The silence weighs heavily while a scream begs to claw up the boys’ throat. “Let us hope the thorns are gentle with us.” A sigh passes Daemon’s lips and his shoulders soften as he leaves.

128 AC.

“Oh.” He murmurs quietly, back straight and eyes darting. “Oh?” Lucerys hisses, brows raised and fiddling with his fingers. Anyone looking at him could tell he looks utterly drenched in a sea of nerves that rise slowly to attempt and drown him. “Oh is not what you say your betrothed is dancing with our uncle. ‘Oh’ is when someone tells you they have lost their toad or-or their cat ate a mouse.” Jace rolls his eyes. “Unlike you I do not care who she dances with, she can enjoy herself as she pleases.” Lucerys huffs and turns to glance at Rhaena at his side. She snickers. Jacaerys continues watching Y/n, watching as she twirls and joins hands with Aemond and then clapping them. He watches the shimmer that the candlelight shines on her necklace. He watches. He always watches but he never does anything. “Why should I care? If anything I should be encouraging it, maybe he can keep her attention long enough that she stops following me to my High Valyrian lessons, stops squawking in my ear.” “She doesn't squawk.” Baela defends with a chuckle.His eyes narrow, still locked on her. “Besides she is rather helpful, you ought to listen to her if she is to be your wife.” The tease is light on her tongue but it squeezes his chest. He nods stiffly and folds his hands together behind his back. He glances down. “Perhaps…” He agrees begrudgingly.Baela slaps his back. “Good.” “You know, she wouldn’t be dancing with him if you had asked her.” “Yes she would, she would do it to spite me.” His lip twitches like the tail of a smirk.

“Truly you are not going to marry him?” Aemond asks, the back of his hand caressing hers although it strikes little attention. The Tyrell does not have to look to know who he is speaking of, her answer is as swift as the flick in her wrist. “I have not yet decided, my friend.” Aemond grins wolfishly and lets his chuckle last. “A shame for the masses, I suppose for you to be shackled by the bonds of marriage, you were not made for it. That I am certain of.” “Then you must not know me well.” She smirks, eyes glinting with mischief. “Not that that would surprise me, you have horrendous taste in brides.” He wrinkles his nose. “And how have you decided that?” The length of her skirts twist around her, the patterns raucous. “Go on, tell me. I have not yet taken a bride of my own.” “Which is precisely why you have horrendous taste in brides.” The music grows louder, hiding his scoff from the fellow noble people. “I am the same age as you, why should I have taken a bride?” “Because they seem to either run from you and flock like a series of swans.” She grimaces. “It is rather irritating the way they stare.” “Yes well I am sure you do the same,” He teases. Her gaze turns hard on him but it only encourages his long for mischief. “I think I would rather find Luke and gouge my own eye out.” Aemond huffs but does not react in malice. He catches her sleeve in retort, resulting in a stumble. “Funny.” “Hm,” He agrees, his sly smile returning. “He would not be horrible, I suppose and especially not compared to the other men at court.” Aemond pulls a disagreeable expression and glances at his petulant nephew whose stare is as deep as an embedded knife. Aemond almost feels him twisting the hilt into his chest. He also so happens to pretend he cannot see her growing blush. “You are entitled to an opinion…even if that opinion is as incorrect as a worm flutters its wings.”

132 AC.

It is not an odd place to find a Tyrell Lady seated in the gardens admiring the vegetation but it still manages to halt the prince’s steps. Jacaerys feels himself freeze. She is just sitting there, a few other ladies and lords about courting but she is there…and for the first time since he was fourteen he watches her, truly watches her. As her hand dips to pluck a white rose between lithe fingers, her eyes dart around her to make sure no one has seen but he is behind her, hidden within the eyes of an observer. He runs honeysuckle between his fingers, unsure whether time is restraining him or prompting him because she looks so peaceful. He almost does not want to disturb her. Would she be happy with him, Lord Stokeworth, if he left her at her peace? He had not thought to ask. For the first time he wants to know what she wants for he has only brought about her sense of dread and bubbled anger. His breath hitches. He loves her. He can feel it growing and blossoming as fresh as the flowers in his hand. It calls to him, begs him to stare one moment longer. He watches her. He wants to cherish her, hold the skies for her, he wants to do any and everything and yet he has not the courage to ask her the same. The blossoming flower of his hope wilts in fear between her hands.

He watches her hair, so vibrant with youth and the last effects of their childhood. The bleach of sun is warm in her locks. She likes the sun, would Lord Stokeworth give her that? Or would he keep her locked away like so many men would dream just to keep her to himself. So stiff, she had been, when she had spoken with him. Was this not what she wanted? To be rid of him? Perhaps she could escape Lord Stokeworth but she could never escape a prince. Should he leave her this freedom? It is selfish that he wants her to stay, to stay with him, at his side but he cannot help wanting it so. He should be hoisting her over the wall instead of watching her in the gardens. Y/n needs freedom not him. She will never need him…Not like he needs her. And so Prince Jacaerys takes a step back. It is painful to look at her, Jacaerys gathers, his heart wrapped in thorns. His breath is shaky as he watches her soft fingers stroke the gentle petals. He has honour but he does not have the grace to leave her just yet. Not when she looks so beautiful.

Her dress is a pale teal, he always liked that colour on her, it is her favourite because it reminds her of seafoam. She wore it to a ball once, with a masquerade mask settled on her nose. Her eyes flit through the garden, he can sense that she feels him. She always knows when he’s there–even when he doesn’t want her to–and yet she doesn’t turn around. She does not turn to him, she does not call out to him. There are no flowers in her hair again, no remains of her desires. She is left utterly open to the world and yet hidden from him, he has nothing to analyse, no colours to discern her mood except the seafoam. The questions rebound in the inside of his mind, bouncing across like skittish rabbits. Jacarys’ hand lessens on the honeysuckle. He can almost hear its taunts ringing in his ear. He takes back another step, eyes still watching her as she turns the rose in her hand. His body twists before he can command it not to, slow steps making the choice for him but just as he is about to let the honeysuckle fall–

“Stop.” Her gentle voice calls and it is the only command he needs to stop but he cannot summon the strength to look at her. Not with those pretty doe eyes. The girl of Tyrell however stands up, her breath shallow as she watches him. The sun envelopes her like a sea of familiarity–her family seal sewn into her dress and yet the gold is belonging to a fool. She is to shine, not to sink into expectation. Jacaerys does not turn around but his hand stutters. Silence lingers in the cracks of their polished floorboards–their quick retorts lost and malnourished. Yet it is as familiar as the creaking wood it resembles, it matches the ignorance of caring for it. It is forever present and yet forever neglected. If you asked them to map it on a sketch, they could not tell you the rough edges or the spaces in where it shines but they could tell you where every last board of it leads. They belong to it as much as it belongs to them and perhaps it has been neglecting them too. Leaving them both curious and unsure without even taking the thoughts in stride. “Don’t go.” Jace’s ears prick up. That may have been the most vulnerable sound to ever grace her lips. He still does not turn his head. He cannot surrender to the hope but he will acknowledge it, letting his head turn softly to the side, his shoulders tensing with the desperation to look at her again. He swallows and he hears her own breath pause. “Do you want me to beg?” At that he quirks his lips and turns to her, slowly, tentative, nervous. “I…do not think that necessary.” He whispers, eyes slowly rising from the floor to meet her own and it is that moment that breaks. His restraint. He takes a step forward and so does she. For the first time…they are working in tandem. Together. Because that is all they needed. No honour. No quick wit. They only needed to release their hearts. To let them free.

Their eyes meet. “I brought you this.” He utters as her thoughts pace then halt. His fingers shake gently as he raises the bundle of honeysuckle. Y/n’s eyes don’t leave his own for even a mere moment, she only nods. Both their feet attract to each other like magnets until they are mere inches apart. With wilting trepidation, Jace lifts the flowers before settling the ring on her head. “A crown for my Queen.” He whispers. Their breath mingles, entwines. They join, holding one another. As Jace’s fingers let it become with her, her own rise to entangle in his. Her eyes flicker across his face. “I rather like that idea.” She responds, just as quietly. A sphere of gentleness immerses them. It holds them like the rarest of jewels. Like starlight itself. His breath hitches. “Will you...be my queen?” He murmurs. Her right hand cups his face and pulls it closer until their foreheads meet. Their noses brush. “If you will be my King.” His lips broaden into a grin and he nods–just softly. “I would be your anything.” He responds then leans in to finally after the years of triumph and battle and silent love connect their lips. Her own smile warms. “Then start with my everything.” A spark dances across as they press together, the line between them finally breaking. They have been bestowed the finest honour one could find. They have been bestowed a heart–not two but the old threaded into one. A new heart. The heart bestowed is a garden to rest in each of them. One for them to nurture together.

Valyrian Translations: mittys - fool

Flower Translations: daisies - innocence, new beginnings larkspur - lightheartedness, youth dahlias - commitment, kindness rhododendron - danger, caution amaryllis - pride, strength, determination pink roses - gentle love water lillies - majesty white rose - a new beginning, fresh start honey suckle - everlasting love

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Portal to My Heart (Book 1.5) Chapter Seventeen

Loki x Reader

Chapter Seventeen: For the Heart

Summary: Loki and (Y/N) get a chance to talk.

Mouse Note: Can I apologize now? We all know what's happening next.

            (Y/N) and Loki walked into Thor’s room as he finished examining his eyepatch.

            “It suits you,” said Loki.

            “Kingly,” said (Y/N).

            “Maybe you’re not so bad after all, Brother,” said Thor.

            “Maybe not,” said Loki with a smile.

            “Thank you,” said Thor, first looking at (Y/N). “You protected my people. I can’t thank you enough.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “I care for them, too. It was the least I could do.”

            “And thank you, Brother,” said Thor, addressing Loki. “If you were here, I might even give you a hug.” He tossed a small object at him.

            Loki caught it. “I’m here.”

            Thor stormed forward and wrapped (Y/N) and Loki into a bear hug before they could protest.

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            The crowd of Asgardians parted and bowed as Thor walked through to his throne at the helm of the ship.

            “Your throne,” said Valkyrie.

            Thor sat down.

            “So, King of Asgard,” said Heimdall.

            Thor awkwardly turned around and waved at his people.

            “Where to?” asked Heimdall.

            “I’m not sure,” said Thor. “Any suggestions? Miek, where are you from?”

            “Oh, Miek’s dead,” said Korg. “Yeah, no, I accidentally stepped on him on the bridge. I’ve just felt so guilty, I’ve been carrying him around all day.” Suddenly, Miek raised his head and chittered. “Miek! You’re alive! He’s alive, guys. What was your question again, bro?”

            Thor looked back out at the stars and made his decision. “Earth it is.”

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            “So, you’ll be returning to your home,” said Loki to (Y/N) as they walked down the hall to their quarters.

            “Earth? I mean, can it really count as my home after so many years? I got pretty used to Asgard,” said (Y/N).

            “Isn’t the Midgardian saying ‘the home is where the heart is?’ ” said Loki.

            “I don’t think my heart is on Midgard anymore. I had no family or really any friends there. Everything I care about is here,” said (Y/N), absently looking at Loki.

            He paused and gazed at her. “You…care about me?”

            “Maybe you’re not so bad, Loki,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I guess it’s not just your banter that makes you tolerable.”

            “Oh? And what does make me tolerable?” said Loki, taking a step closer.

            “Your bravery. I don’t know what happened to the ass that tried to take over my planet, but you did the honorable thing today.” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m glad you changed. I think you’ve become a better person.”

            “I’ve always been great,” said Loki.

            (Y/N) rolled her eyes, but the smile remained. “And there’s that terrible pride. I thought we were going to have a civil discussion.”

            “The two of us are never civil,” said Loki. He let a smile creep onto his face. “But I suppose that is what is so entertaining about our friendship.”

            “Oh, so I’m still just amusement? How flattering,” teased (Y/N).

            “Well, yes, you are amusing,” said Loki. He shifted almost nervously, and (Y/N) took notice.

            “Loki?” said (Y/N), prompting him. It seemed like he had more to say.

            “I wanted to say thank you,” admitted Loki.

            “Thank you?” repeated (Y/N), confused.

            “For protecting the Asgardians,” he clarified.

            “Oh. Well, of course I helped them. They’re innocents. I couldn’t let Hela hurt them,” said (Y/N).

            “But it’s not just about Hela,” said Loki. (Y/N) paused in confusion and let Loki continue. “It’s about me.”

            “You?” (Y/N) knew he’d been terrible in the past, but lately, Loki had been improving and evolving.

            “Me.” Loki took a deep breath. “When I acted as Odin, you looked after Asgard. You kept the realms in balance.”

            (Y/N) turned red. “I didn’t really do anything, Loki, seriously. I just made sure no one got away with stupid decisions.”

            “(Y/N), I would have run rampant as King,” said Loki. “You were the one who protected the people of Asgard and looked after them. You were my dear Advisor, but you were the Asgardians’ true Queen.”

            “I’m no queen,” said (Y/N), laughing nervously.

            “Yes, you are,” said Loki, reaching out and touching (Y/N)’s wrist. He trailed to her hand. “Thor might have been born to be king, but you were the people’s queen. You still are.” Loki held (Y/N)’s hand lightly. “You are my advisor but their Queen.”

            “A queen,” repeated (Y/N), blushing. “You’re really trying to flatter me.”

            “I am called Silvertongue,” said Loki. He gazed intently at her. “But this is just me being honest. You are an honorable woman. You are sharp and intelligent, and you see through the lies and manipulations of others. You are precisely what a ruler should be.”

            (Y/N) was wondering how much redder she could turn before exploding. “I, uh, wow…That’s a pretty hefty standard.”

            “It is the truth,” said Loki. “You are an incredible woman of power and honor.” He wasn’t sure how to convey how he felt without saying the words that would make or break his heart. He loved (Y/N) too much to risk the heartbreak that would accompany rejection. He feared her opinion of him more than any other’s.

            “Loki…” murmured (Y/N). “You’re incredible, too. You’ve grown from your mistakes. Not many can say the same.” Her hand slipped in his grip to return the hold.

            “I…I have?” said Loki, almost hesitantly.

            “Yes. You make mistakes and stumble, but you’ve been helping others and looking after people,” said (Y/N), smiling. “That’s incredible, Loki. Most people aren’t strong enough to change. You should be proud of yourself.”

            “I wasn’t even aware of it as I did,” said Loki, holding (Y/N)’s hand tighter.

            “Well, that’s how change works. It’s little-by-little,” said (Y/N).

            “Perhaps. But I didn’t change for myself,” said Loki. His green eyes met (Y/N)’s with such intensity and care that it was hard for (Y/N) to not look away nervously.

            “No?” The word was hushed, barely a breath. (Y/N) felt something hanging in the air between her and Loki, and she was afraid to break it.

            “No.” Loki stepped closer, and his free hand reached to brush her cheek. When (Y/N) didn’t move away, he cupped her face with gentle care. “No, (Y/N), my dear Advisor. I changed for you.”

            “Me?”

            “You. You pushed me to be a better person, whether you realized it or not, and somewhere along the line, I began to think of you when making decisions. My change is because of you.” Loki smiled at her. “Thank you, my darling.”

            “Oh, Loki,” said (Y/N), reaching up and covering the hand on her cheek.

            “(Y/N),” murmured Loki.

            He leaned in slightly, and (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered closed.

            Their lips brushed, and their hearts pounded.

            “Aha! (Y/N), Loki, I was looking for you—Oh!”

            (Y/N) and Loki jumped apart as Thor walked down the hall. They avoided eye-contact and cleared their throats uncomfortably as Thor stared at them.

            “Uh…I interrupted something, didn’t I?” said Thor awkwardly.

            “What? No,” (Y/N) laughed nervously.

            “Nonsense,” said Loki, clearing his throat uncomfortably.

            But both person’s heart thumped sadly at having to leave the moment they had created for just them. Just Loki and (Y/N), together.

            Their confession would have to wait for another time.

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The Witch and The Winter Soldier (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

(Credits to GIF owner)

A/N 1: Hey guys! This has been in my drafts for so long. Although it's only 2.1k words, there is so much going on in this story, so I basically thinking about making this a serie. But instead of a complete serie, I'm thinking something like a sitcom. Like it's a world that you are the main character but every part will have a different adventure, I hope I'm clear lmao let me know what you think please!!

A/N 2: These events happen between Civil War and Ragnarok. They pretty much happen at the same time but I changed it a little so it could fit what's in my mind! So basically Ragnarok will happen later after this story. Okay? Okay!

A/N 3: Please bare with my grammar mistakes, English is not my first language!

WC: 2.1k+

Warnings: Mention of trigger words, Bucky being depressed, mention of HYDRA, let me know if I missed any!!

Bucky and Steve landed in Wakanda, relieved to be in a safe haven after their harrowing escape from the US government. Steve had told Bucky that he had a friend in Wakanda who could help him get back on his feet, and now it was time to make good on that promise.

Even though, Shuri ensured them they can help him, it was obvious it was going to take a lot of time. Meanwhile he would need to be put in cryo. Steve didn't want that. He didn't want to see Bucky suffer any more longer.

"No other way? Are you sure about that?" Steve asked Shuri.

Shuri knew Steve was worried about his friend. "I'm sorry Captain Rogers, I'm afraid I can't work as fast as I can with a fully functional brain. It needs to be calm so I don't do any mistake."

While Steve considered his options, Bucky was trying to convince himself everything would be okay. It was not HYDRA, he was in Wakanda and after he was put in cryo, he would wake up as a different man.

"I don't trust myself Steve," he said with a broken tone. "If it's the only way, I accept what it requires."

Steve knew that look. He wasn't sure so he didn't just want to accept and then it hit him. "What if I said I know a friend who could actually help us? She is a powerful witch and extremely experienced. I'm sure she would accept to help you," Steve said, hoping he would accept.

"Why would she want to help me?" Bucky asked, sounding even more hopeless.

"You'll understand when you see her."

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You, Y/N Odinsdottir Heladottir, were one of the strongest witch in nine realms. You didn't have a father. Your mother Hela, created you from the souls that Asgard lost during battles and Yggdrasil gave you life. You became the goddess of reality. Your powers were raw and unlimited, that's why Hela wanted to train you as fast as possible so you could be a strong warrior among her side for the throne. After Odin banished Hela from Asgard, he took you as his own daughter and Frigga announced you to Thor and Loki as their sister.

Loki adored you immediately. He knew you were special and promised himself, he would do anything to protect this little angel that is his new sister. He could feel your magic. He made a mentally note to train you when you grow up.

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"I think, she is the goddess of reality, which I don't know what it means, but she was trained to read and control minds. I don't exactly know the limit of her powers but she is a strong one Buck," Steve said hoping he would calm down a little.

"You said she can read minds, I don't want a stranger to see horrible things I've done. What if she saw them and refuse to help me?" Bucky said panicking. He had a chance to get rid of his past but the thought of being rejected made him anxious more than he already was.

"I tell you she's not like that, don't you trust me?" Steve seemed a little heartbroken.

"Don't get me wrong, I knew we were best friends, brothers actually but I don't exactly remember those days Steve. I don't feel that kind of trust just yet," Bucky admitted and just wanted to slap himself. "Why the hell I said that, what is wrong with you? Now he won't help you," he thought.

"Just say yes and she'll be here in no time I promise. I always keep my promise, Buck."

"Okay. I-I want to meet her."

-

"Look I'm not an expert on Asgard but we look like bunch of punks, Steve."

For the last 5 minutes, Steve were yelling your name to the sky, hoping you would hear and come. While he was trying, T'Challa approached to them.

"There is a woman in Shuri's lab, asking for you Captain Rogers. She said you called her," the king said, trying to hide his laugh. "She came from the sky, I thought you brought war to us," he joked.

"I would never do that your highness," Steve laughed. "Come on Buck, let's not keep her waiting, she is a little impatient."

"Is that why we have been yelling to the air last couple of minutes?"

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"Your technology is impressive comparing to the rest of the world!" you cheered when Shuri showed off her gadgets to you. You both immediately got along well. She spilled the beans about why Steve called you. You suggested to do everything together with Shuri, using your magic and her technology.

"Thank you, thank you princess Y/N. Your magic is quite killer as well," she smiled widely. "Oh, here comes the white boys!" she called.

"I feel like we always meet in extreme circumstances," Steve smiled and hugged you tightly. "How are you, Y/N?"

"I've had better days, unfortunately we lost Loki a while ago, during a war," you said trying to hide your pain.

"We didn't have great memories with him but I know you loved him, I'm sorry for your loss," he patted your back.

You looked behind him and saw a brunette overthinking about everything and a chaos in his mind. You didn't want to just invade his brain but his thoughts were extremely loud so you wanted to help him. "Hi, I'm Y/N," you offered your hand to shake which he gladly took.

"I'm Bucky," he said nervously. He was sure you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. You blushed lightly and when he realised, he was sure you read his mind. That made him blush too.

There was a thick tension between you, you were sure Shuri and Steve were trying to hide their laughs but you didn't care. "Shuri told me why you needed me, so when do we start?" you cheered, looking at Bucky with big eyes.

"You want to help me?" Bucky said, his eyes filled with hope. "Yes, of course Bucky! I'll do anything I can," you offered him a warm smile. He smiled back, already feeling better.

-

"You are in pain Bucky, I can feel that," you stopped with magic. Last few months have been hard on Bucky. He had to remember every single thing HYDRA had done to him and getting rid of those memories' chains. You didn't even made him remember what he had done to people but even this part were really painful to him.

"I can take it, please continue," Bucky nearly begged you. You were sure he couldn't take it anymore without going crazy so you wanted to stop a little until he feels better again.

"How about I tell you another story of my life in Asgard while you rest? I promise we'll continue then," you offered him a smile, put your hand on his shoulder to ensure him that you are here.

You've been doing this for a long time, whenever he felt overwhelmed, you stopped what you're doing and helped him relax while you told him stories about Asgard. You told him about the palace, the Valkyrie, your mom and dad, your brothers, Thor and Loki and Heimdall. He loved those stories. Every time you tell him, he learned something about you. You were so close with Loki and your mom, Frigga. Odin favoured Thor, that's why you always felt left out. From the colour you loved the most to the planet you loved to be in, he learned every little thing about you.

"That sounds good," he smiled back and laid down.

-

"Loki! Look how fast I am!" You shouted at your brother while riding a horse.

"Be careful my love, you might fall." Loki watched you closely. You were his soft spot. You were sure no one would love you more than he does.

"My children, it's almost time for dinner." Frigga called you both from balcony.

"We're coming mot-" he was interrupted by your scream.

"Loki!" His eyes filled with horror when he saw you crying on the ground, holding your knee. He ran to you so fast and leaned over.

"Hey hey, shh. Calm down pumpkin it's okay. I'm here, you're fine. How did you fall?" He smoothed you.

"S-she saw a snake and scared." You hugged him tight.

"I'll pick you up now and we'll see Eir, alright?"

"O-okay"

-

"And then father forbade him to see me again."

"But you didn't listen," Bucky laughed.

"Of course we didn't," you smirked.

-

"I want to see my brother!" You shouted with your lungs out crying.

"Thor is already here, Y/N."

"I want Loki!" you kept crying as loud as you can. You knew if you did your mother couldn't stand it anymore.

"Enough Y/N! I said you can't see Loki, he's dangerous! He couldn't protect you!" Odin shouted. You were shocked. Tears were flowing from your eyes but no words came out of your mouth.

"That's enough! You scared her enough. I'm taking her to her chambers," Frigga said to Odin, took you in her arms and left.

It didn't matter how much she soothed you, you refused to calm down. She could see you were exhausted but resisting to sleep.

"Oh my little peach, you really want Loki, don't you?"

You nodded your head vigorously, still crying. Frigga gently brushed your hair and wiped away your tears.

"I understand how you feel, my love. You and Loki have a special bond, and it's not fair for Odin to keep you apart. But you must trust me when I say that he's doing it to protect you," she explained softly.

"But why does he think Loki is dangerous?" you asked, sniffling.

"Your father has his reasons, but I believe that Loki is not the monster that Odin sees him as. He's your brother, and he loves you very much. I promise you, we will find a way to make things right."

Frigga held you close until you finally fell asleep. The next day, she called for Thor and told him to bring Loki to her chambers. When he arrived, she sat Loki down and spoke to him.

"My son, I know how much you love each other with your sister, and I can no longer stand to see you separated like this. Y/N is heartbroken without you, and I think it's time that you to understand the gravity of the situation," Frigga said, looking at him sternly.

"Odin believes that you are dangerous, and he's afraid that you might harm Y/N. But I know that you would never hurt your sister. However, you must promise me that you'll never put her in harm's way. Do you understand?"

Loki nodded solemnly, "I would never hurt her, mother. Ever," he felt offended a little. Frigga smiled at him.

"Good. Now go and make up for lost time, and be sure to never let anyone come between your bond as siblings."

You ran towards Loki as soon as he stood up, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. Loki smiled down at you, and you knew that everything was going to be alright.

"No one is strong enough to break our bond, my little princess."

-

"You really liked Loki then," Bucky asked, feeling a little jealous but covering it with a smile. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, Loki was your brother after all. But he kind of wanted that bond with you, maybe even more. He wanted to keep you on his side, protect you at any cost. Even though he knew, you were perfectly capable of protecting yourself, even more than he can but it didn't matter to him.

"You don't have to be jealous Bucky," you laughed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to read your mind, it's just, you were thinking too loud and I thought there was a chaos going on in your mind," you said blushing.

"It's okay and I-uh," he sighed, trying to collect his words. "I just like to spend time with you, I mean you are so good to me and you know I- I would like to spend more time with you, other than just you helping me with this trigger words. You know, ma-maybe we could go to beach and watch sunset like that," he couldn't believe himself and how he couldn't just shut up. He looked away, he didn't want to see rejection in your eyes.

"I think that would be lovely, maybe you'll tell me your stories in 40's? I shouldn't be the only story teller, should I?" you grinned cheek to cheek. Seeing him relaxed after your answer made you even more happier. "But first, let's get through with this session, shall we?"

"We shall, doll."

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The Flip Side Part 12  

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~7.2k

Summary: Your motivation to continue working as a mobster in Chicago is dwindling after the birth of your daughter.

A/N: Sorry for the unplanned hiatus. This was just very difficult to write!

Warnings: Angst, violence, mentions of physical/emotional/verbal abuse, blood

The rest of the day was understandably tense. You and Wanda didn’t talk about the meeting further until going to bed, and even then, you refused to talk about it for too long. You don’t want to change your mind because you’re not sure what the alternative is. The longer you make Hela wait, the more impatient she’ll get, and you know all too well how ruthless she gets when someone keeps her waiting.

“Y/n?”

You turn a little so you can see where Wanda’s lying beside you staring at the ceiling. You haven’t turned off the lights yet because you’re afraid you’ll fall asleep. You have a bad feeling you know what you’ll be dreaming about tonight, and you’d like to avoid that for as long as possible.

“Yeah, Wands?”

Wanda is still reeling from the news that you’re probably not going to be coming home tomorrow, and she hates that she’s come to accept it. She wanted to fight you on it some more, but she doesn’t know what else to say. She knows that you feel like you’re doing the right thing, but again you’re putting yourself at risk to protect your family. As much as she would appreciate this in any other situation, she finds it infuriating in this case. She doesn’t want to send you off to your meeting tomorrow without knowing when you’ll be back. However, figuring that out would require being able to predict Hela’s next move which you’ve only said many times is a near impossibility.

“You better come back to us. I’m not above dragging you home, Y/n.”

Despite how afraid you are of what tomorrow will bring, you can’t help but smile at your wife’s words. You don’t doubt that she would do this regardless of who she had to get through to find you. You reach out for her hand with a sigh before you nod in agreement. You’re not going to let this happen, because you’ll be back.

Somehow.

Yelena frowns as she watches the dogs retreat outside once it’s obvious that Wanda’s not going to pay them any attention. She’s too distracted and one glance at Steve tells her that he’s definitely taken notice as well. The two of them arrived right before you left to meet Hela, and Wanda had barely said anything beyond greeting them. She was understandably stressed where she sat in one of the least comfortable chairs in the entire house. She’s here for several reasons. One she feels horrible about letting you go tonight and she feels like this is one way to punish herself for not fighting you harder. Two, she knows that this chair has a gun hidden underneath it and she’s only a few seconds away from pulling it out if she needs it.

You’d urged her to be careful and not leave the penthouse unless absolutely necessary. No one knew what Hela was going to do, but you wanted Wanda to be prepared for everything. This is why she was going to ask Steve to stay with her until you came back. Wanda desperately wanted to know what was going on with you but she knew that was impossible. Nat and Bucky were too busy watching your back to send her a play by play, but she couldn’t help but want to know how you were faring…

You take deep breaths to calm your racing heart as your car drives up to the building where you’ll be meeting Hela. You are a little early because sitting around all day was killing you and Wanda. The anticipation nearly caused you to have another panic attack so you took your meds and decided that it was better to be early than late to this meeting. You had kissed your wife goodbye in front of your friends before promising that you’d be back before she had too much time to miss you. She hadn’t believed you, you could tell, but you didn’t know what else you could do.

At this point, the only thing you could do was try to play Hela better than she plays you. This thought was stress-inducing and you tried to push down the intense fear you felt as you thank your driver and get out of the car. Nat and Bucky had both confirmed that they were in place and you confirmed that you could hear them in your ear. You straighten your shirt, your hand jumping over the gun that you have on your hip. It’s your least favorite because you have a sinking feeling it’s going to be taken from you, but you weren’t dumb enough to come here unarmed. You start to walk toward the building with your head held high and with your mind running wild with the possibilities of what could be waiting for you on the other side of the doors.

You wouldn’t have guessed that it would be just Hela standing in the middle of the room shooting you a genuine smile. You take a quick survey of the room and you can’t help but notice the bloodstains on the concrete. You know these weren’t here last time you visited, and you figure this is from the bloodbath that Bucky had told you about.

“Y/n. In the flesh. It’s been too long.”

You hold back the urge to say that it hasn’t been nearly long enough as you let the doors close behind you with a quiet thud. You walk further into the room and frown as you realize that you two really are alone. This is not what you would have expected.

“Hela. It’s been almost 13 years, right? You haven’t changed at all.”

The way you say it belies your intended message and you’re shocked when the brunette in front of you just laughs. It’s loud and it echoes around the warehouse but you force yourself not to flinch. You watch her carefully as she takes a couple of steps toward you with her arms held out. You resist the urge to shudder as she pulls you into a hug. She avoids hitting your gun, but you definitely feel hers that’s tucked in her pants behind her back. You’d almost forgotten that she did this.

“Not quite. I’d say I’m a little more forgiving than I used to be.”

You don’t like the sound of this at all. This is not going how you’d hoped it would, but you hide your distress with a questioning look as you pull away from the brunette. She’s still smiling at you and despite it being one of her kinder smiles, it sets you on edge because you know she has to be mad at you. You’d honestly expected to be hit by now, but here she was smiling and hugging you. You were confused to say the least.

“Oh really?”

It’s the safest thing you can think to ask, and Hela’s smile turns wolfish as she reaches out to put a hand on your arm. She squeezes it with a nod before she gets right to the point. You can’t hide your surprise at what she says, but you don’t need to think about your response for very long.

“For example, I promise to forgive you for running away if you join me.”

You drawback a bit so you can look Hela in the eye, but this doesn’t really elucidate her meaning so you just frown.

“Join you? For what?”

You already don’t believe that she’s not going to punish you for running off. It may have been 14 years ago, but she held grudges like no one that you knew, and that wasn’t something that you suspected has changed. Would she be here otherwise if she didn’t hold a grudge? If she wasn’t here to prove a point?

Hela’s smile turns down slightly as she thinks about the plan that she’d come up with a month ago. As soon as she realized who you were and what you were doing in Chicago, she decided that this was her chance at redemption. She would get you back, and she would bring a sad struggling mob to new heights, all while you watched. She wanted you to see how it was done, and when she says this she sees anger flash across your face for a split second before you hide it with distaste. You cross your arms and try to figure out if this is truly why Hela had tracked you down, set you up, and come after your family.

“You want to show me how it’s done?”

Hela doesn’t answer with words, she just smiles in a way that makes you feel minuscule. The familiar feeling almost makes you smile because it barely took her five minutes to make you feel shitty.

“What makes you think I’d agree to something like this?”

Hela’s hands go into her pockets and you try not to tense in anticipation. She doesn’t take anything out though, she just keeps them there as she offers you a shrug before turning to look around at the lofty, drafty building that she was glad to be abandoning soon. When she turns back to you, she sees that you’re scowling in impatience, and the confirmation that you still couldn’t hide your emotions makes her near giddy.

“Because, darling, if you don’t, then that wife and kid of yours won’t live to see tomorrow.”

The sound of the elevator dinging made Wanda reach for the gun underneath her chair. She grabs her phone that she’d set out immediately after you left, to check the camera feed in the elevator. There is no way you’re already back and the image that pops up a few seconds later confirms this.

“Shit, is that...?”

Wanda shows the screen to Yelena and Steve who have already grabbed their guns and cursing under their breaths. Steve heads over to Wanda and holds out his hand that she doesn’t take out of confusion. This quickly turns to stubbornness as she’s made aware of his plan.

“We have about 5 second before they get here. Wanda, go lock yourself in the nursery. We’ll hold them off.”

Wanda’s shaking her head with a scowl before she makes sure that her gun is loaded and the safety is off. It’s been a while since she’s shot one of these, but hopefully she still has good aim. Better than yours, but she’ll never say that to you.

“No way. There’s 4 of them and two of you. Let me help.”

The sound of the elevator opening down the hall followed by heavy footfalls tells Steve that he’s run out of time. Yelena is camped out in the kitchen ready to shoot on sight, and Steve just makes sure that he’s standing in front of Wanda as he raises his guns and gets ready to greet their guests.

“Nobody shoo—ahh!”

The first two people in the group of 4 emerge around the corner and they’re closely followed by a third. This man isn’t wearing any body armor, and Wanda takes advantage of that as she shoots him in the leg. Steve curses and Yelena shoots too only to have her bullets be absorbed by the armor that they hit.  She keeps shooting because it has to hurt a little bit, but when the only person who ducks is the one already injured, she stops with another curse. Yelena considers shooting the bald man who’s already whining about being hit, but she decides to save her bullets for now.  Wanda’s smiling at herself until she registers the sound of dog feet down the hall. She curses before spinning around to see that two of her dogs apparently heard the shooting and came to investigate.

“No, wait!”

Wanda completely ignores the 6 people in a stand still as she watches her two shepherds run into the room. Their eyes fall on the intruders instantly and they don’t seem to fear their guns because they try to run right at them. Wanda sees one of the men aim his gun at her dogs, and she panics. She rushes forward to grab them before they get hurt, but she curses loudly when she realizes that was a horrible idea.

“Boys no! Heel!”

They stop in their tracks but they’re growling where they sit by Wanda’s side as she doubles over in pain. She notices how no one is shooting and the only noise she hears is the whimpering of the man she shot. She’s confused by this and then surprised when she sees that the three armed and armored men have their guns raised in the air along with their free hands.

“Fuck, you bitch that hurt! I told you not to shoot me!”

The ridiculous statement makes Wanda roll her eyes and she glares at the bald tattooed man incredulously.

“Right, like I’m not going to shoot someone storming my home.”

She wonders what the hell is going on at the same time that Steve speaks up.

“What do you want?”

Steve’s still pointing his gun at the only man who can be hurt by his bullets, and he’s unimpressed by the fact that he continues to whine about his injury. Wanda had only really grazed him because most of his body was hidden behind his armored guards. Still, he’s bleeding pretty good as he holds his hands up and looks between him, Wanda and Yelena with a dramatic sigh.

“We’re just here to provide incentive.”

Wanda doesn’t get a chance to ask what this means before her phone rings from where she left it on the coffee table.

“You’re bluffing.”

Hela’s scowl quickly turns to a cheeky smile before she sighs and looks up at the ceiling. You start to worry about your wife and you’re berating yourself for not bringing your phone so you can check on her. When Hela turns back to see you panicking, she can’t help but drive up your anxiety.

“I have men there right now holding her at gunpoint. If you don’t take my deal, I’ll have them kill everyone.”

You shake your head as you try not to picture the horrific sight. You want to think that Hela’s just playing you, but there’s really no way to know for sure. Maybe someone managed to sneak up to your penthouse. Maybe Wanda left for some reason, but either way you needed to be sure. You wouldn’t sign your life away before knowing that your wife was going to be alright.

“Prove it.”

Hela shoots you a challenging look, but you don’t back down. Eventually she pulls her phone out of her jacket pocket and hands it to you unlocked with a grin.

“Go ahead. Call her and ask. Tell her I said hello.”

Wanda frowns when she looks to the phone but doesn’t move to answer it. She looks to the group in front of her for permission because despite the fact that they’re not shooting her now, that doesn’t mean they won’t change their mind. When the supposed ringleader tells her to answer it, she moves forward to grab it before moving to sit back in her chair. She waves her dogs over and they reluctantly turn away from the intruders to do as they’re told.

“Answer it, and put it on speakerphone.”                                     

You’re waiting anxiously for Wanda to pick up the phone, and the fact that it’s on the third ring already makes you realize that something’s up. Wanda had her phone in her hand when you left and she should be answering it faster than this. When she finally does pick up you nearly sigh in relief at the sound of her voice.

“Hello?”

It’s at this moment that you remember you’re calling from Hela’s phone so she doesn’t know who it is. You faintly hear Hela tell you to put it on speakerphone but you ignore her for now.

“Wanda, are you okay? What’s going on there?”

Wanda looks around the room at both of her friends who have come to stand in front of her, and then to her dogs that are still growling lowly beside her. You hear them too and you put your wife on speakerphone in the middle of her response.

“Well, we have some visitors, Y/n. I shot one of them but he’s still kicking unfortunately.”

You can’t help but feel proud of your wife for her bravery, and your dogs for being so protective. You wonder if they tried to attack the intruders and you immediately fear that one of them is hurt.

“Is anyone hurt?”

Wanda shakes her head as she looks the scowling injured man in the eyes before she gets to the point.

“No one important. What about you, detka? Are you okay?”

You want to say yes because you haven’t been hit or shot yet which is a little bit of a miracle. You wonder what’s in store for you after you agree to this, and you briefly consider how your friends listening in are reacting to this mess. You wonder how Hela’s people got in your penthouse in the first place. You know Wanda was brave and didn’t shy away from a fight, but she wouldn’t have welcomed it into her house. Especially with Natalya there. You take a deep breath before you glance at Hela who’s just watching you carefully as you tell your wife the bad news.

“I’m fine, Wands, but Hela’s told me her demands.”

As you tell Wanda what Hela’s told you she feels her heart sink. This confirms her greatest fear that you’re not coming home for a while and she has to stop herself from crying in front of everyone. She’s upset that someone downstairs must have given them up. How else would Hela’s minions have gotten up here with barely 10 second’s notice? She sighs in defeat before looking down to her dogs who are still on high alert.

“Y/n. no. Please don’t. Don’t leave us.”

You have to force yourself to keep a straight face as you shake your head in defeat. You’re not sure what your other options are at this point, and short of sending backup that might arrive too late, you decide that you need to give Hela what she wants. Wanda knows this and she’s just playing up the part of a concerned wife. She’s plenty concerned for sure, but she’d already decided that she needed you to do this. Especially now that she has a very real threat of being shot as incentive to give in.

“I don’t have much of a choice, Wands. I’d rather you be safe.”

Wanda’s crying at this point and she doesn’t care who sees it as she takes a deep breath. She turns when she hears a quiet meow from behind her, and she almost smiles at Fat Louise’s late appearance. She ambles over toward the intruders but they clearly don’t view her as a threat like the dogs because they just look at her briefly before turning their attention back to Wanda. Fat Louise tries to climb on one of their legs, but she’s kicked off and yowls in annoyance before heading over to her brothers.

“Do we really have no choice?”

You can hear Wanda crying now, and you hate that you can’t tell her that everything is going to be okay. You take another deep breath as you swallow down the urge to cry before you look to Hela. She has an expectant look and you’re frowning as you hand her back her phone.

“I don’t think so, Wands. I’ll agree to stay here, and Hela will leave you alone. Right?”

Hela just nods before she takes her phone and says the words you’ve been waiting to hear. You breathe a sigh of relief as you wait for Hela’s minions to leave. You get antsy and after a few seconds you ask your friends if they’re okay.

“Are they gone?”

There’s a brief few moments of silence before Wanda speaks up and you smile at what she says.

“Yes, they’re all gone. Minus the bloodstains.”

Steve was already grabbing his phone to try and get the elevator shut down until further notice. He doesn’t care if he has to break it himself, something like this won’t happen again. Yelena files that away for later because she needs to figure out what’s happening to you now and what her sister was up to.

Nat holds back the desire to sigh in defeat when you tell Wanda that you’re going to be staying with Hela. You’re saying all of this for Wanda’s benefit because as soon as she was in the clear and you gave her the signal, she was going to blow Hela’s head off. She has her gun aimed and Bucky’s keeping watch to make sure nothing surprises them, but there’s no one here. He stands behind Nat waiting for you to give the signal, but it never happens. He hears your voice in his ear and his gaze immediately goes skyward.

“Fuck.”

After hanging up the phone, you’re prepared to tell Nat to get this over with so you can go home. You try to be patient as Hela puts away her phone and looks over your shoulder as if she expects someone to come through the doors. You resist the urge to look too because you’re certain that turning your back on her right now would be a mistake. She has what she wants and you only expect cruelty from her at this point.

You watch as she takes steps toward you again so she could reach out and touch you if she wanted. She doesn’t though, and she just smiles down at you before her expression turned wistful.

“Now that’s settled, we have a lot to catch up on, but first….”

You jump in surprise when she pulls her gun on you, and you consider grabbing your own for only a millisecond. You’re sure she might shoot you if you do that and you wait tense, and only a breath away from giving Nat the signal. She’s using a high-powered rifle that will be able to shoot through the exterior walls and still hopefully kill Hela, but as soon as she hears you speak up, she realizes something’s not right.

“Before you give your friends whatever signal you chose to shoot me, I wanted to let you in on a little secret.”

You stiffen immediately and decide to just nod in response. You’re not sure how she’s been able to figure out everything that you’d planned today, but you had a bad feeling that this is a great indicator of how poorly things will go for you once you and Hela are truly alone.

She smiles before reaching into her pocket and grabbing something that you immediately recognize.

“That building your friends are camped out in, it’s rigged. I was going to use it to get rid of the rest of your so-called followers. So you can either let them kill me and they die, or we all walk out of here and go our separate ways.”

There’s a pregnant pause before you hear Nat and Bucky start to whisper argue in your ear, but you do your best to ignore them as you weigh your options. You are mostly just annoyed that Hela can still outsmart you at every turn. She only allowed you to think you had the upper hand for a while to play you. You suck in a sharp breath as you hear Nat’s plan to deal with this.

Bucky leave, I’ll be right behind you.

You remember that Bucky probably can’t run as fast as Nat can right now, but can the redhead really escape a collapsing building fast enough? You try to figure out who to respond to first, but Hela spares you from this with a smile.

“The explosives on the roof will reach anything within a 200-foot radius. They will die with me, if they so choose.”

You realize that you can’t let your friends make this decision, and you speak up to address both women.

“Don’t do it. You won’t make it out of here. I’ll go with you Hela, as long as my friends get out safely.”

The only response you get is a wicked grin before Hela steps forward with her gun and detonator in hand. You’re not sure which she’s going to use, but you’re almost relieved when she just hits you across the face with the butt of her gun. You fall down but you catch yourself before your face hits the ground. You scowl but don’t have time to curse the brunette before she’s speaking up. You look up to see that she has a free hand held out for you.

“Let me talk to them.”

You hesitate for only a second before reaching up to take out your com with a scowl. You stare down the barrel of her gun while she talks to your friends, and you still consider drawing your own weapon and shooting her in the foot. Or her face. If only you hadn’t promised Wanda that you would come home safe.

Hela takes the offered device and sticks it in her ear before she considers what the duo on the other end must feel right now. She’s hoping they’re as frustrated and defeated as you are.

“Romanoff. Barnes. You have 20 seconds to get out and drive away before I hit the switch. I’ll be taking Y/n with me, and if I find out you followed us, I’ll just kill everyone I’ve spared so far.”

You don’t hear what your friends say in response, but the scowl on Hela’s face tells you it probably wasn’t complimentary.

“For that, you now have 15. 1…2…”

You only consider trying to steal the detonator for a split second. You don’t want to risk your friends’ lives and you just stand up as Hela waves you to your feet. She’s still counting in her head, but she’s not speaking out loud anymore. You hope your friends are taking her seriously and that they’re getting out of here. You glance down at the rings on your finger and you sigh in defeat. You hope that Wanda will forgive you for what you have to do.

“Let’s go, darling. Time to get started.”

You don’t have time to question her as she leads you outside toward a car. You glance around you to see if there’s any way you could run off, but the sight of a driver standing by the parked car wards you off of it. Not to mention, where would you run? Toward the destroyed building? You startle at the sound of the explosion going off as you near the car. The door’s opened for you but you turn to try and see anything, but your view is blocked and you sigh in defeat.

You’re about to turn back toward the car when you feel something press into your back. Your breath hitches and then an excruciating shock shoots through you as your very nerves seem to be on fire. You stiffen and collapse to the ground before your world goes dark.

Wanda made sure the elevator was turned off as soon as the four men left. Yelena had wanted to have people follow them to try and take them out, but both Steve and Wanda were more concerned about their family at the moment. They realized Yelena was too, but she was trying to distract herself with ways to kill the armored men until she heard from Bucky and Nat.

It didn’t take them long to contact the trio once they left the disintegrating building in the dust. Nat was cursing herself the entire time while Bucky was cursing Hela and himself while he speeds to get back home. He wants to check on Wanda, Steve, and Yelena, and once Nat’s put up her gun after grumbling in annoyance for a few minutes she’s picking up her phone.

“Hey, we’re on our way back. Things didn’t quite work out.”

Instead of relaying it over the phone and having to answer questions when they got back, Nat decided to wait to elaborate until they got there. They were only a few minutes away and after being warned that the private elevator was out, Nat releases another sigh. This day was not going very well at all.

Even after hearing what her friends had to say, Wanda didn't want to believe it. She'd known that you weren't coming home with Bucky and Nat, but hearing what Hela's plans were for you made her feel sick. Now Wanda knew very little about the ins and outs of your work. Most of what she knows, she's overheard or deduced from how your behavior changed on certain days. Wanda didn't know enough to understand what Nat said, but she realizes it's an insult and you have something to fear just based on Nat's expression. She's angry of course, frustrated that this didn't work out, and she's worried about what Hela's lessons will entail. Wanda doesn't allow herself to think much about this and she simply shakes her head before saying the only thing she can right now. She looks to her daughter who's sitting on her lap smiling and completely oblivious of the tension that surrounded her.

"Well let's figure out how to get Y/n home before Hela sinks her claws into her again."

When you wake up it's dark, but you're too out of it to know if it's because of where you are or simply the time of day. You know you're not back with your family, and as much as you hate it you expected it. Hela was always good at getting what she wanted, and so far, you were proving to be horrible at stopping her. As you roll over, you realize that your gun is gone and that your nap had been on a cold hard ground. You frown in annoyance before looking around to see that you're alone. You aren't sure if you prefer this or not, but the idea of having to go look for Hela puts you on edge. The groan you let out as you climb to your feet echoes around the room, but you barely notice as you rub your sore back.

You ignore the nagging feeling that this isn't the only time she's going to hurt you as you wander toward the door.

Where are you?

The door is loud and heavy as you open it and peek out into the hall. You don't recognize the building, and given that it's late and dark you want to stay hidden instead of go on a scavenger hunt. Your stomach is starting to hurt, and you'd like to eat but you're not sure you trust anything that Hela would feed you. The sound of voices catches your attention and you head in that direction despite your desire to stay away from anyone here. You figure that if Hela truly wants to take over your empire, she won’t waste any time and you should get started on helping her. The only way that you see yourself getting out of this and returning to your wife and daughter is if you, as you told Wanda, play the game. You need to go along with whatever Hela wanted to do. At least to the point that she would trust you again, or at the very least let some of her guard down. It was going to be tricky, and you’d be tested in ways you haven’t been in a while, but you had to try.

You refuse to believe that you won’t make it back to your family.

You arrive to a door that’s cracked open enough for you to hear a few unfamiliar voices. You wait until Hela’s sounds above the rest and you have to stop yourself from jumping in surprise.

“Come on in, darling. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Despite your better judgement, you push the door open slowly and your eyes immediately go to the many, many screens that cover the far wall. You don’t have much time to wonder what they’re watching before Hela draws your attention back to her with a thoughtful hum.

“Have a nice nap?”

You don’t answer immediately because you don’t recognize the other three people in the room with Hela. You figure they’re security of some sort given the body armor they’re wearing, and you frown at the thought that these are the men that stormed your penthouse and shot up your drug deal. You only just turn to the third man who’s dressed normally before you see Hela scowl out of the corner of your eye. You offer her a shrug before leaning against the door frame behind you.

“It could have been worse.”

Your gaze wanders to the many screens again, and you realize that you recognize a couple of these locations. They’re businesses that you work with or own, and upon seeing a very familiar restaurant you feel yourself frown.

“What is all of this?”

You’re only talking to Hela because you don’t care about the others, but unfortunately, they don’t get the hint. You turn to scowl at them and take this opportunity to study them.

“What does it look like?”

The man who spoke up looked barely old enough to drink let alone talk back to you. He had a bad haircut and an entitled look on his face that you unfortunately were no stranger to. You wonder if he’s one of yours that Hela had managed to recruit in the time that she’s been here. The other armored one, a blonde, had a quiet sort of confidence to him that reminded you of Steve, but he’s much younger and not nearly as intimidating looking. They both look like boys playing dress up in an attempt to look tougher than they truly are. You keep this thought to yourself as you turn back to Hela’s expectant look.

Great. She didn’t feel a need to help you out. That was good to know.

“You’ve been keeping tabs on me. How predictable.”

You look at Hela as you say this and you watch her frown as she turns to her minions. You’re equally relieved and anxious when she finally dismisses them.

“Boys, get out. I need to talk to Y/n alone.”

Once they’re gone Hela gestures to the seat closest to her and you don’t hesitate to sit down. You’re sore from your nap on the ground and you would like to get off your feet before Hela puts you to work. You cross your legs and push back a little so you’re not so close to Hela, and the brunette just smiles at you before eyeing you carefully.

“How are you feeling?”

This question surprises you, but you don’t let it show as you shake your head and decide that you shouldn’t try to lie. You don’t really see a point honestly. You sink down in your chair a little as you wonder what Hela really wants from you. Sure she told you one thing, but you had learned to not believe a word she says all those years ago, and you’re going to live by that until you die.

“Tired and upset. I don’t really want to be here, Hela.”

She considers this with a blank expression, and she turns toward a particular group of monitors before smiling slightly.

This room, the building had been her saving grace when she arrived to Chicago. She’d been on her own and in need of a way into the inner circles of the many, many criminal groups around the city. She’d only wanted to investigate the most influential, but this had taken time and nearly a month had passed before she found your little following. She’d figured out a way to follow you without you knowing, and only a couple of weeks later she’d had this place set up. She’d reached out to Skurge who she’d left in New York before asking him to come down here and help with recruiting. He’d infiltrated your ranks and searched for people who were unhappy with your rule.

This wasn’t difficult to do given that most of the ‘grunts’ that worked for you were ornery and hostile men in their 20s.

He’d been in charge of this while Hela worked on figuring out your schedule and learning who your close confidants were. She needed to be as prepared as possible before she confronted you, and she had to make sure that you had no other option but to join her.

She’d been a little surprised to learn that you were married. When she’d followed you and your bodyguard one day, she’d spotted the rings on your finger and been shocked still. This threw a wrench into her plans, but it was nothing that she couldn’t overcome. She’d learned that you weren’t just married, but you had a baby at home and that was just something that she couldn’t wrap her mind around.

When she’d known you, you were barely able to take care of yourself. You’d been dependent on her for everything, and she’d expected to find you in a similar state. The idea that you have grown up in your time apart, and that you’d moved on made her furious. She would remind you of your place as soon as you were back with her, and once you were hers again, she’d take care of your family.

Hela leans back in her chair as she turns her attention back to you with a sympathetic look that you don’t buy at all.

“I’ve been watching you, Y/n. I’ve noticed how you’re losing your drive for this. I want to change this. I want to help you find happiness in your work again.”

You’ve gotten in the habit of translating what Hela says to what she actually means, and you’re first thought is that your suspicions were right. She wants to take over for you, as she said, but she wants you by her side assisting her in the least influential way possible. She probably wants you to serve as a figurehead to help with the transition before keeping you as powerless as possible. As submissive as possible. This thought makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You can’t help but think back to your life in that apartment, back when you were living under Hela’s thumb. You had no freedom and your stress levels were detrimental to your wellbeing. You didn’t want that again. You’d rather get hit by a bus then be under Hela’s control again.

“I do miss enjoying it all. In the beginning it was almost fun.”

Wanda sighs as she looks around the living room to the rest of it’s occupants with a sour look. Despite the fact that the blood has been cleaned up, and the bullets and casings have all been trashed, the heaviness of the earlier visit was still overwhelming. Wanda’s arms had hurt so much that she had to take another dose of her medication, so now she was riding a pleasant high that she’s sure she’ll regret later.

Steve and Pietro were trying to convince her to stay hidden until everything with Hela played out, but she wasn’t feeling very safe here at the moment. Despite the elevator being cut off, she wanted to know who had let their visitors up in the first place. Nat and Bucky had left to investigate, but they’d reassured her that they would be back soon. The plan was in the works, but Wanda really just wanted to figure out what you were up to. That would be difficult because despite knowing where you were, it was near impossible to tail you without tipping Hela off. She didn’t want to risk messing with your very risky plan, and she’s afraid that her presence would distract you or turn Hela’s attention on her.

“Hey my boys. Such good boys.”

Wanda doesn’t move, but she smiles as the two shepherds come up to check on her. She’s been sitting in this chair for an hour, and as time passes, she’s become more slouched as her drugs continue to make her sleepy. Pietro was taking care of Natalya for the time being, but Wanda will check on her soon. She’s been telling herself that for 15 minutes, but she will go check on her daughter as soon as she greets her good dogs.

The duo hadn’t settled down until the intruders were gone, but even then, they stayed on alert until the elevator had been shut down. Wanda was proud of the pair for being so protective, but she’d been terrified when they’d first come into the room. She knew that they probably still could hurt people if they really wanted to, but up against armored men with guns, she was afraid they wouldn’t make it very far. The idea of losing them made her hold them close as they jumped up on the chair to greet her. They licked her face enthusiastically, and she smiled as she wraps her arms around their necks and kissed them back. They were really such good dogs.

She sometimes can’t believe that she was so scared of them when they first met. To be fair, it was dark out and they were flanking you like the guard dogs they were. She remembers the first time that she risked petting one of them. It was a couple of weeks after she’d started texting you, and on your first meeting, the duo had been with you because you’d just come off of work. You hadn’t wanted to take the time to drop them off at home since you were already running late, but you realize that probably would have been better. Seeing how nervous they made Wanda led to you formally introducing the trio.

“These are my fur babies, Boone and Rogue. They’re sweet when I’m not telling them to maul people.”

Wanda found out later that you were mostly kidding, your dogs mostly just kept you company. That said, occasionally you had them chase someone, but that was rare. You didn’t want to risk them getting hurt because they truly were your babies.

Wanda smiles at the memory of her younger self reaching out to pet Boone. He’d moved so quickly she jumped in surprise, but when he’d only licked her hand after realizing she didn’t have a treat she’d smiled widely. Rogue was less willing to interact with her, but he tolerated her presence well enough. Now a decade later, he liked Wanda more than he liked you.

“What do you two think about steak for dinner, hm? That sounds…”

Wanda’s cut off by a yawn as she closes her eyes and decides to go lie down on the couch. She thinks there are some in the freezer that she can thaw because you try to keep some for special occasions. Specifically, the dogs’ birthdays or if they are very, very good. You also just spoil them a lot and give them steak with dinner on a whim.

When Nat and Bucky return an hour later, Wanda is still sleeping on the couch with her dogs lying beside her. Boone’s at the end of the couch resting his head on her feet while Rogue is curled up against her front. Wanda’s arm is thrown over him and she holds him tightly as she dreams of her family. Nat smiles at the sight of Wanda sleeping and she immediately takes Natalya from Pietro as she nods toward the other Maximoff.

“How’s she doing?”

Pietro spares a glance at his sleepy sister and he just shrugs. She’s understandably upset that you won’t be coming back, and she’s honestly trying to come up with a plan to do something about it. She was in pain earlier from grabbing the dogs so she’d taken some more medication, and now she’d probably be out until morning. He tells Nat this and she just nods as she watches Pietro take a sip of his coffee. She could use some of that right now.

“How did the dogs do?”

Nat knew that among all of your pets, the shepherds and maybe Sully were the only ones that had any protective instinct. That said, they couldn’t hear or see as well as they used to, and they definitely weren’t as fast. This probably didn’t affect their instincts, but Nat’s glad to see that they seem fine, even happy curled up with their mom.

Pietro thinks back to what Yelena and Steve had told him. They’d thought that the dogs were going to be shot, but Wanda had stepped in and quite literally thrown herself in the line of fire to protect them. He hums as he heads toward the freezer when he remembers what his sister had said.

“They tried to attack, but Wanda stopped them.”

As if hearing that they’re being talked about, both dogs lift their head and turn toward the people in the kitchen. When they realize nothing interesting is happening, they lie back down, and Rogue is brought even closer into Wanda’s front as she grumbles in her sleep.

Pietro grabs a bag with two steaks in it that has some mostly illegible scribble on it and sets it in the sink with a sigh. He grabs a bowl and fills it with water before throwing the steaks in with a small smile. The dogs would be eating better than him today.

“Did you and Bucky figure anything out?”

When Wanda wakes up next, she’s surprisingly sore, but it only takes her a few seconds to realize that she’d fallen asleep on the couch. She groans under her breath and opens her eyes to see that her vision is filled with black and brown fur. She hums as she scratches the dog who’s still asleep in front of her as she glances down to her numb feet to see Boone sitting there watching her patiently.

“Okay boys. Up, come on.”

She waits until the two dogs jump off the couch before she sits up and looks around with a sigh. It’s light out so she must have slept all night, but she doesn’t see anyone in the living room with her. She decides to go check on her daughter first. She walks down the hallway and glances at her bedroom with a sigh. She’s going to have to go back in there at some point, and with the way her arms were aching, it would be sooner than she wanted.

When she opens the nursery, she has to push down her instinct to panic when she sees an empty crib. Her brother might still be here and maybe he’s spending some time with his niece. The guest bedroom that her brother stays in; however, is empty and she’s starting to worry a little. She looks into her room to see that it’s exactly as she’d left it, and she heads back to the living room to grab her phone.

“Pietro?”

She stops short of reaching for her phone when she sees something underneath it. The paper is upside down, but as soon as she flips it over, she breathes a sigh of relief. She looks to her shepherds who just came back from finishing their breakfast before she glances toward their rooms.

“Let’s go outside buds.”

Pietro and Natalya are playing near the pool while Bucky, Steve, and Nat are talking in hushed whispers at the table. There are drinks and plates between them making Wanda think that they’d had breakfast already. She offers them a smile before turning her attention to her brother who was pretending to throw her daughter into the pool.

“Pietro, knock it off. You’re going to drop her.”

Her brother just rolled his eyes, but he relented and handed the little one off to her mother. Natalya had noticed her and immediately started reaching out for her with quiet whines. She’d gone an abnormal amount of time without seeing her mom and she wanted some cuddle time.

“Hi, milaya. How are you?”

Wanda kisses her baby’s cheeks before holding her awkwardly to prevent her burns from being rubbed against. She walks over to her friends at the table and sits down quickly so she can set Natalya in her lap. She ignores the strain in her arms as she looks around the group with a sigh.

“How is everyone doing?”

Fairly quickly, Little Nat starts to squirm on her lap, but she’s too distracted by her friends’ answers to address it immediately. Apparently, they had all spent the night brainstorming about how they were going to get you back. They needed to do their best to track your location and make sure that they can figure out a plan of attack. Despite not having your phone on you, Wanda and her friends had been able to check up on you to see if you were moving.

Not long after you and Wanda got married, you admitted that you wanted a way to easily track each other just in case. You figured that your phone could easily be left somewhere, and if you were simply lost with your car there were easier ways to tell her that. So you’d proposed the idea of putting trackers in your wedding bands for a pretty penny and peace of mind. Wanda’s only concern had been if it would be noticeable, and ruin the aesthetic, but you’d convinced her that no one would be able to tell.

Now years later, Wanda rarely used the tracker to check up on you, but in situations like these she’s glad to have it. You’re in a building downtown and you have been since you stopped moving after you left the warehouse. She wonders where it is, but looking it up on maps doesn’t give her a lot of information. It appears to be an indescript building that could be used for anything. Wanda’s stress kept her from considering all of the possibilities, but she knew that could only last so long. If she was going to bring you home, she needed to know as much as possible about what you were up to.

“Once we determine that she’s set up shop there, we’ll start working on figuring out how to infiltrate it.”

Wanda’s happy to hear that none of her friends are on board with your ‘waiting to see how this all plays out’ plan that’s not even really a plan. She understands that there’s probably more to it than you’ve told her, but she still can’t help but want to come up with something more concrete. She needs you back asap, and she needs you out of a job shortly after.

“Right okay. And we’re going to kill her right?”

Nat had been thinking about how they’ll combat the issue of the body armor when Wanda says this, and she looks back to her in surprise. She isn’t really surprised that Wanda is angry enough to be out for blood. She honestly is too after hearing about what Hela’s done to you, but she hadn’t predicted that Wanda would be the one to say the words. She glances at Bucky and Steve and realizes they’re equally shocked, so she just smiles before telling the truth. There’s no point in lying.

“That’s the plan.”

Hours later you feel like your entire life has been picked apart and analyzed under a microscope. You’re astounded by how much Hela has learned about your business in a short amount of time, and it makes you feel a little foolish when she tells you how things will be improved. You tried not to feel like you were being graded and humiliated as Hela asked you why you’d made certain decisions about your business.

To be honest you hadn’t changed too much since you first took over. The systems were in place and they worked and it was a lot to try and convince people to respect you as a leader and also try to change the way they did things. You had to pick your battles and you’d chosen to earn respect and be slightly less efficient than you wanted to be. After all of these years though, you and your friends had gotten used to it. The hours were long and the work was hard, but when money came in it made it all worth it.

“Why did you get married?”

You’re still looking over the report from your most recent drug deal when she asks this, and you can’t help but shoot her an incredulous look. What kind of question was that? You don’t say this though and you instead let your mind wander to your wife at home who’s probably losing sleep and plotting to get you back.

“I was in love.”

It seemed like the simplest answer to give, and the most truthful. You’d been so in love that you would have done anything that Wanda asked of you. You’d been grateful for the fact that she’d accepted early on that you were set on being a criminal. She had never asked you to stop, and the most she’d asked you was to be careful and you tried your hardest to do this. Then you’d started drinking too much and you weren’t sure how you didn’t manage to run Wanda off. You were shocked when she stuck with you, and then supremely grateful that she supported you through rehab. Getting to marry her had been beyond your wildest dreams.

Hela watches curiously as you get lost in thought, and she can’t help but be a little curious. Despite learning that you were married and had a daughter, she didn’t know the details of your relationship. She had found out that you were notoriously tight-lipped about it, and anyone that was a little too nosy ended up regretting it. She tilts her head slightly as she speaks up as soon as she notices your smile.

“How’d you meet her?”

You’re a little suspicious of Hela’s sudden interest in your marriage. You don’t want her to know any more about Wanda that she already does, but you just decide to be as vague as possible. Your smile returns at the thought and you almost shrug before you offer a surely unsatisfactory response.

“I almost shot her.”

You truly had felt badly about this once you realized that she wasn’t a spy or someone else unsavory. As soon as she’d been in sight you felt yourself stand up a little straighter while attempting to appear nicer. Your smile probably looked a little intimidating, you’re sure it did, given how frightened she’d looked. However, as soon as you realized she was Pietro’s sister you hesitated to do anything other than apologize to her for trying to shoot her. It hadn’t lasted very long because you’d been enchanted by the shy brunette with stunning eyes.

You are sure that Hela’s going to ask something else, but the subject of your wife being brought up gives you an opening to ask the question you’ve had for a while. You decide to risk it because if Hela was seriously wanting you to shadow her while she does your job for you, you’re going to take advantage of as much time as you get before she becomes her cruel, oppressive self.  If you’re lucky you’ll get a grace period before she decides that she doesn’t want you to speak at all.

“Why did you go to Wanda’s restaurant?”

Masterlist

[gothicscorpiohub]

Lost you

Genre: Romantic–Thriller

Pairing: Marvel Loki x Reader

Overview: Just after Ragnarok happened, Loki along with his wife Y/n, who is pregnant for a while, is on his way to Midgard. What he doesn't know is the plan of Thanos in action against his to derive the tesseract.

Loki sits across the table on his cozy couch in his temporary room in the ship, rereading through the Hamlet, his gaze follows the distinct dark words the vintage papers of the book holds but his mind however isn't attentive of the fiction, rather it runs through the disturbing possibilities of the near future.

It was not more than a mere hour when he saw his sister Hela and Ragnarok burn his realm Asgard into ashes, he saw the place which holds thousands years of his memories, turned into ruins. Asgard was a place he never thought himself to be emotionally attached, regardless it was the not so un- unique place where he spent most part of his life into.

He, as an infant was brought up by Odin to Asgard, to his mother, Frigga. Asgard was the place where he learnt taking his first steps, it was the place within the walls of which the sounds of his first words echoed, it was the place which holds the memories of his first fight with Thor, which he lost badly, it was the place within where Loki learnt about his true heritage, within where he was broken, betrayed, lost, within where he collected himself, within where did he gathered the courage to win up against the injustices of the realm,

except the mother realm of his is no more.

He, after knowing his true heritage of Jötunheim, never considered himself an Asgardian, but now he can't help wondering how much he was attached with his realm Asgard.

The fight had an extravagant impact on everyone, it hurted that many lost their lives but more disturbing fact is that many lost their knowns, and many lost their everything.

The only and most important thing that mattered was the soundness of his wife Y/N. He was terribly terrified of her safety during the war, she was undoubtedly an incredible warrior but at present atleast, he couldn't take any risks, not when she's five months pregnant.

"Darling," he said relaxing his back to the couch, his deep honeydew voice rumbling through his chest like a melody as he felt an soft, firm hand squeezing his shoulder. He couldn't tell how comforting this small action of his wife Y/N was. "You're fine" she said through her quiet, soft, assuring voice while giving out a weak and tired smile. He smiled at his wife's understanding, she knew perfectly when he was feeling low and when he doesn't want to talk about it.

He stood up to her and guided her to the bed of their room, seating her back against the headboard and taking her feet in his lap while sitting in front of her in the suprisingly luxurious bed on the ship. He kept a soft hand upon her swollen belly and began stroking it lightly, a smile plastered on his lips.

"I wonder how well have I acquired the good deeds to have you as my wife, darling." He said softly to her, she smiled "I've to ask this very question to myself several times a day for you, my king" her stomach then grumbled slightly, enough for the young king to notice.

It was then it hit his mind, wide eyed he said "You, my darling, in the chaos of the war, haven't eaten anything in– in two days!" She chuckled slightly, feeling tired. She pulled Loki towards her with his hands (assertively not putting the slightest efforts in the process) and gestured him to sit beside her, he still objected, panicked from inside for this pregnant belly haven't had meals for two days. "Darling, pardon me, give a minute, I'll find something." Frantically, he said. Y/n couldn't help admiring the cuteness of her husband, before he could make a move, she held his hand firmly. "That may wait a while–" she spoke calmly, her calm demeanor always turned to calm Loki with the base of his heart, her voice makes him let go all of his problems, she makes him feel to let go of everything and just to live the moment, with her. "I want to rest, if I have your consent" she joked weakly, exhaustion dripping from every word she used. Loki, instinctively guided her to lay comfortably and covered them both while conjuring a warm fuzzy blanket.

Loki didn't remember himself relaxing his head on the headboard and absentmindedly stroking y/n's hair slowly while she rests her head on his broad leather covered chest, while she's on the brink of falling asleep, or perhaps in a deep slumber already. He smiled mildly at himself, taking in the sensation of being– saturated–with everything.

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After a few hours, when he woke up, first thing his subconscious did was to take in the unfamiliar surroundings, it took him a while to remember he was inside a ship in space on his way to Midgard. Then, his gaze rested on the calm sleeping figure of Y/n curled in a ball, clutching her swollen belly and Loki's hands enveloping her securely.

Getting off the bed was quite an task if you didn't wanted your loved one who hasn't got real sleep in days to wake up from deep slumber. To be honest , Loki didn't wanted to get off the bed but, the circumstances weren't those to resemble rest, it was just not the time for it. He covered Y/n properly with blankets and instantly conjured the bag he had prepared with Y/n and settled out some packages of edible arrangements on the table, wincing at the remembrance of his wife not having meals for days and that too during her PREGNANCY.

"How's lady Y/n, brother?" Thor asked concerned. "She's resting" Loki answered

"Understandable, she's suprisingly very strong." Thor complimented, remembering her intellects while they were in the war.

"That she inconsiderably is." Loki spoke proud of her for the billionth time.

"I'd dare say, broth–" Thor stopped mid sentence, as if something has got his tongue. Loki looked up from whatever he was doing to meet the direction of his brother's eyes. Through the glass above the control panel, a space jet seemed to advance just against their space ship, protruding more and more with evey second passing.

Loki probably did knew what it was, and he wasn't proud of it.

He was here

To take the tesseract

To initiate a war

He was here,

Thanos.

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Heya, it's my first Loki x Reader fanfiction. Do let me know of you like it. Shall I create a second part?

P.S. If you're wanting to talk to someone, I'm always here to hear.

Second part's out:

[missvelvetsstuff]

With friends like you....

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve x Nat, Reader x Bruce, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 2

Y/N woke up early and went for a morning walk with Bucky, like they had every day in Wakanda. After a shower and breakfast, she tried to call Steve but he didn't answer. They went to the marketplace to look around on the way to the dressmaker to pick up their clothes for the party and had lunch.

She spent the rest of the day trying to get her hair and makeup just right while trying to push her anxiety down. She felt like something was off with Steve but she didn't know what or how to help him fix it. Or if he even wanted her help. She knew he was Captain America and had many responsibilities but she felt like she was no longer a priority to him. Bucky tried to reassure her but he didn't know Steve that well anymore and many things had changed.

When Steve still didn't answer or return her calls and didn't show up to escort her to the celebration, Y/N went on Bucky's arm. She looked beautiful in her Asgardian robes and the only thing Bucky could think of when he first saw her was how lucky Steve was.

The entire town was lit up and alive with people and music. There were multiple bonfires to stave off the cold, people singing and dancing, little plays honoring Thor, Loki and Valkyrie who saved them from Hela and groups huddled around story tellers. Y/N looked through the crowds until she finally found Steve arguing with Nat. She couldn't hear what they said and Nat left as soon as she walked up.

Steve looked angry until he saw her "Sweetheart, there you are. I've missed you" he pulled her into a hug.

She looked at him concerned "Is everything alright? You and Nat looked pretty heated"

"What? Oh Nat? That was nothing, she just left to find Bruce." He waved it off and led her to a tavern that was serving Asgardian mead and punch, getting 3 cups, 2 of the mead for him and Bucky and a cup of punch for her.

Steve held her hand as they walked around, looking at the dancers and plays. Y/N saw a group of couples dancing and wanted to dance too but was afraid to ask Steve as he still seemed a little off. While they stopped to watch the dancers she tried to imitate their steps and a soft colorful mist surrounded her.

Bucky was entranced. She was beautiful on her own but with the music and light surrounding her while she danced was mesmerizing. At least in Bucky's eyes, Steve was annoyed by her.

"Why are you doing that here? You don't know if everyone here is trustworthy and you look ridiculous, like a little kid trying to act like the adults. It's embarrassing"

Steve snapped at her.

Y/N looked at Steve with tears in her eyes "I'm so sorry, I didn't do it on purpose. It just happens when I'm happy and have music around"

He looked down at her "And now you're going to cry like a baby. Grow up, Y/N."

She sniffled and tried to rein in her tears "I'm sorry. I'll be more careful"

Steve smiled at her but it didn't reach his eyes "I know sweetheart, we just have to be careful with so many people around" he kissed her on the cheek and looked past her "I have to take care of something, I'll be back in a while. Keep Buck company." And quickly walked away.

Bucky smiled at her shyly "I like the lights and colors, they're, I mean you're beautiful. We could dance if you like"

He took her to the center of the dancers and they both tried to follow along, with some help, and the mist of light returned as she smiled and danced with Bucky. He knew he was falling for her but kept reminding himself she was Steve's girl, even if he wasn't being a good boyfriend right now.

Y/N was feeling something for Bucky as well. She could feel herself starting to fall for him but stopped herself. He was her boyfriends best friend and she loved Steve. She would never hurt him like that, even if he was kind of a jerk sometimes.

When they were worn out from dancing they started walking around and meeting all kinds of people. They met a man named Peter and his pet raccoon along with a blue woman, a green woman and a walking tree.

The tree introduced himself, at least thats what she thought he was doing when he told her "I am Groot!"

She smiled at him "I am Y/N and he is Bucky"

The raccoon was checking out Bucky's arm "How much for the arm?"

Bucky looked surprised that it spoke to him "What do you mean? You can't have my arm"

Rocket pushed "No seriously, I'll pay you for that arm"

Bucky shook his head "You're crazy. I'm not selling my arm to you."

Rocket sneered "You gotta sleep sometime."

Y/N was concerned about their disagreement so grabbed Bucky's other arm and led him away.

They ran into Bruce standing alone staring into one of the bonfires. She gently touched his arm "Hey Bruce. Are you ok? I thought you'd be catching up on time with Nat"

Bruce shook himself out of his daze and looked at her, he smiled "Hi Y/N. I've been spending time with Nat since last night. She had something to talk to Steve about. Those two never seem to be able to take a break from Avenger business."

She nodded "They always seem to have business to handle. Steve went off awhile ago so I've just been keeping Bucky company."

Thor came up to them "Ah, Lady Y/N. You look lovely, like a goddess of Asgard but where is your captain? How could he leave you looking like that"

She giggled "Thank you Thor. I love these robes so beautiful and comfortable. It even has pockets.

Steve is off working on Avenger business with Nat or Tony or something. I don't know, he's always busy.

Bucky and I are enjoying the celebration. You Asgardians sure know how to party"

Thor laughed "You've not seen anything yet my lady. If you see your captain please tell him I'm looking for him."

"Of course"

They spent hours walking around, eating, drinking and dancing. They watched a play about Hela destroying Asgard, ate a local dessert with meringue and vanilla layered cake that had a name she couldn't pronounce.

When midnight passed Y/N started getting tired from all the activity. She turned to Bucky "I'm getting tired. Maybe we should find Steve before I go to bed."

Bucky's face fell, he was having such a wonderful time with her. The light aura that she made without even thinking was so soothing to him, her scent and laugh calmed him, he didn't want the night to end. Bucky knew it was wrong to think about Steve's girl like that but Steve wasn't even here appreciating what he had.

Bucky was annoyed at how Steve had reprimanded her for her lights and treated her like a child. He didn't think it was right but it wasn't his place to say anything.

"Of course doll, it's getting late. Let's go find that punk"

They headed towards the buildings where everyone was sleeping, looking all over for Steve. They found Bruce, who was looking for Nat and searched together.

As they reached the buildings they stopped to decide where to look next and Bucky heard moaning, like someone was in pain.

"Stop! I hear something like someone is hurt."

Y/N stopped and focused, she could hear it too. "I hope it's nothing serious"

They followed the sound, hoping to help whoever was hurt when they heard a shout "Fuck! Captain, more, harder! m'so close."

"Yeah, Widow? That pretty pussy gonna cum all over my fat cock? Want me to fill you up with my cum? Are you my dirty cumslut? Say it, bitch!"

"Yes Steve! Fuck sorry, yes Captain fill my whore cunt. I'm your dirty cumslut! I need your cum! Please! YES!Fuck!! Aaahhhhhhh!"

"That's right you nasty whore! She'll never be as good as you. I don't care about her or him or anyone else, I'm not giving this pussy up for anything. I'll never stop fucking you."

Y/N felt her eyes filling with tears. She looked at Bucky "Is that? No, it can't be. Steve wouldn't-"

She was interrupted by a growl next to her and turned to look at Bruce, seeing bits of green around his face.

He roared "Natasha? What did you do?"

Bucky looked at them, panicked "How do we prevent a scene?"

Y/N wiped her tears and looked at Bruce again "Bruce? It's ok. Please stay calm"

Bruce looked at her with anger and tears in his eyes "Stay calm? How can I stay calm" as his clothes started to rip.

Y/N started to sing. A lullabye that she didn't even remember knowing but the words just came out, as did a gentle kaleidoscope of colors around her. Her voice started out tremulous but became stronger as she remembered the song. She took Bruce's hands and looked in his eyes.

It worked, Bruce calmed down until the two of them were on the ground, holding each other and crying.

Bucky went into the building to give Steve a piece of his mind. He saw Nat getting up to fix her clothes and Steve putting himself away. He looked up "Hey Buck. What's up?"

Bucky growled "Are you kidding me? What's up? How about you're fucking Nat while I'm keeping your girlfriend entertained"

Steve shook his head "It's no big deal. Just sex."

Bucky hit him in the face and knocked him down. "Seriously? You know she heard. Her and Bruce are outside crying on each other's shoulders. How could you do this to her?"

Steve stood up and wiped himself off. "It's fine. I'll just talk to her." And went outside.

Y/N and Bruce had calmed their tears and there was quite a crowd built up. Bruce helped her up and hugged her.

Steve strode up to them. "Alright Banner, hands off my girl" and tried to pull her away.

Y/N jerked away from him "Don't touch me after you just fucked her"

"Language sweetheart" he reprimanded

She glared at him "Are you fucking kidding me? You were having sex with another woman and you're gonna talk about my language. What about your language with her?"

Steve laughed it off "That was heat of the moment sweetheart."

"How could you do this to me? And to Bruce? You said you loved me"

"I do love you but you're not ready for sex and I have needs. It's just sex, just a release. I don't love her." He tried to explain.

"But you spend every spare minute with her" She was shaking with rage and her beautiful light mist turned ugly, with harsh colors.

"How long?"

"I told you it doesn't matter. It doesn't mean anything."

The colors turned darker "HOW LONG! Tell me how long this has been going on!"

Steve sighed "Since before I met you. Nat and I have always used each other for stress relief. That's all it is. You're making a scene for nothing. Stop those lights, you're drawing attention."

"Fuck you, Steve! Some golden boy you are. I wonder what your fans would think of how you use people and lie. I can't believe I ever thought I loved you."

She paused, breathing heavily until something occurred to her "That's why you sent me to be with Bucky, isn't it? To get me out of the way so you could be with her? Isn't it?"

Steve looked down and his lack of response told him everything she needed to know.

"Why even court me when you had her? Was it some kind of game? Did you have a bet on when I would put out? Did you cuddle and laugh about the stupid mutant girl and how you fooled her into believing you loved her?" She ranted.

Steve looked up "But sweetheart, I do lo-"

She interrupted "Don't you dare say that. You've spent more time away from me, constantly coming up with excuses for why you couldn't see me. Most of the time we do spend together you act like you're embarrassed of me and what I am. I guess I was easier to control than she was"

She turned to Nat "I thought you were my friend, Romanoff. Like sisters, remember? You helped push us together and you've been fucking him behind my back all this time? Some friend you are"

Nat opened her mouth to speak but Y/N held her hand up. "There's nothing you can say or do that would make this any better. I can't believe I ever trusted you." She looked at Steve "I hope you both enjoyed playing the stupid mutant girl that Strucker destroyed." And ran away crying.

Nat tried to get to Bruce but he pushed her away "Leave me alone Natasha. I don't want Steve's leftovers, you're too damaged." Nat just stood there , her eyes filling up with tears, watching him walk away in the same direction as Y/N.

Bucky wanted to kick Steves ass but decided that could wait "We're not done here" he spat at him "but I'm more concerned about Y/N right now" and bolted after her and Bruce.

Y/N ran until her lungs ached and then just dropped to the ground and cried. When Steve and Nat saved her she thought they must be angels. She had lived in Struckers cell longer than she had lived out of it and had resigned herself to a life in chains. Then she saw those blue eyes and he saved her, took her in and started helping repair the damage that had been done. He helped her believe she could have a real life, love and family but it was all a lie.

Chapter 3