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justjams2003 · 14 days

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Sweet Savegary- 10

Sorry for the long wait everyone🙈

Paring: Dark!Thor Odinson x Slave!Reader

Summary: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Warnings: Death of loved ones, violence, nightmares, non-con, p in v, degradation. If you noticed it, strippers, technically (but like exotic dancers) Body shaming, stealing, stabbing, mentions of angels and Valhalla, lightning strikes. Talk about slavery and fluff. Google Translate Norwegian. Tell me if I missed any.

Word count: 2k+, Unedited

1st Divider by: @firefly-graphics

2nd Divider by: @cafekitsune

Tag list: @torossosebs @steverogersistheguy @thehighladyofasgard @notyourtypicalrose @presidentlokis-hornyhelmet @lovelyselfshipper @groovy-lady

~Masterlist~

Part 9~Part 11 (Coming soon)

“Where are you taking me?” Your feet drag across the floor, your body knows this is wrong but your mind is fuzzy. Your ears are ringing with the evil giggles of the dancing woman. Their sinister grins form into that of a cheshire cat. It makes you cold all over. They’re pulling you in all sort of directions. They tug on your clothes, stripping you one item at a time.

“I want her necklace.” “I want her cloak.” “I want her dress.” Stealing everything Thor has given you and your body is too limp to fight. “No, no,” You whimper, shaking your head and reaching out to take back what they steal from you. But you’re too weak. Your hand just falls to your side as you slump back against the closest wall.

You feel their hands roam all over you. “She’s so well fed...” You hear someone mutter. “I wish my thighs were soft like hers.” “We’re all just skin and bone.” “I hear those savages like their woman on the heavier side.” Their words swirl around in your head like whiplash. They pull sharply on your nipple and them praise your body. Pinch your thigh and wish they had it.

“You did so good...so good...” A new voice, a man, the king, not your king. A cold sting drags from your breast down to your naval. Icy and sharp, must be a knife. You gasp when suddenly frosty water drowns your airways. Only to be pulled back to breathe again. Adrenaline swims through you, forcing your vision to clear up.

The English King’s cruel glare makes you itch all over. Your hair stands on edge, naked and vulnerable in front of him. “Tell me, whore, what’s his secret?” Your brows furrow together and you struggle against whatever has been put in your system. “I don’t know-” He groans, “Come on now, don’t make this difficult. How do I break him?”

Again, your eyes droop and your legs feel like sticks. “What? No, no.” You shake your head. Break him? You don’t want to break him. He provides for you. Without him you’d be on the streets. He’s shown you new worlds, you owe him everything. “Come on, don’t tell you you’re defending him! He’s killed thousands of my men without even having to call out an army He doesn’t care about you and he’ll kill you as soon as you stop satisfying his cock.”

You shake your head, “No, you’re wrong.” "If I wanted to kill you, I would not be making love to you." Thor’s voice echos through your mind. That one night so many moons ago. He wouldn’t kill you, he’s never hurt you enough to leave long-lasting damage. He vowed to make you queen, he wouldn’t just kill off his queen. It’s all in discipline, in the name of love. To spare you from men like this English King.

The English King scoffs and grabs you by the throat. Forcing your droopy eyes to peer deep into his. They’re filled with hate. Thor doesn’t have hate. Only guilt and anger that comes and goes. No hate. “Don’t tell me you love that bastard!” You sit in his lap, he braids your hair. He wraps is arms around you, warms you and you calm his nightmares. Each of you give and each of you take and he’s only ever left bruises of possession. Is that not love? What do you know about love?

The English King’s hand tightens around your throat. The drugs mix with the lack of oxygen and suddenly everything feels so light. “You do!” Metal stings in your gut. Right on the edge of making love with your guts. “Pathetic!” Blood pools around the tip of the blade. To kill or to use? To cause Thor more pain or to use her and take over his kingdom?

But you...you special one are worth so much more than his kingdom...

Death is dipped in gold. And so peaceful. There is no pain and looking down, your blood isn’t crimson. It’s glittering and looks so appetizing. Your fingers smear into the gore, but it’s not vile. You want more. It feels so nice and warm against your cold drained skin. And it’s not sticky and not fluid either. Thick, dripping gold.

Angels seem to be singing your name. But, none of this makes sense. You should be in Valhalla. There are no angels where the Vikings go to die. This must be some other place in the great realms of the tree of life. This is the place that your king had showed you, when he spoke the words in the language that feels so close to home and at the same time unknown.

“Du kan ikke dra ennå. Du kan ikke komme hjem. Du må fullføre oppgaven din.” Who is that? Who whisper to you? You don’t understand. You don’t understand the language. But it sounds so familiar to the words your master speak to you. You wish he would speak to you. Tell you what you’re missing. Tell you why he won’t let go of you. Let you go. Let you go home. Where is home? He took it. He’s taken your home. He has it. He is home.

“Don’t fall for their lies!” What? The pretty gilt loses it’s sparkle. Turning a sour yellow and falls further into hideousness. And ugly finite red, never ending pour from the gash in your stomach. “That’s it! Come back to me. Please, please, little dove, look at me.” A bloody hand engulfs your cheek and now it’s an pulchritudinous blue. Thunder cracks through the sky and it hides the sound of people begging for their life from you.

“Du ga henne nettopp til meg! Jeg skal brenne ned Asgard hvis du tar henne nå. Du fryktet meg før, og du vil frykte mitt ord nå.” Who is he talking to? “Du lærer ikke leksjonen din, sønn.” And why can I hear a reply? “Ikke skjenn ut meg mens livet hennes glipper!” Why is he crying? “Min underkastelse kan du ha, men du vil ikke ta henne fra meg.” I’m so tired. “Vær forsiktig med ordene du sier.”

“What did you do?!” A loud boom wakes you along with a crack of lightning. The darkness now dark pink and the throbbing in your body is so much worse than you remember. “You know what they will ask of you now.” Are they talking to you? “You’ve traded her life for billions!” A growl, no, they aren’t talking to you. “They sent her here to play with you and you fell for it.” A loud smack and then crumbling interrupts the heavy raining, why are your eyelids so weighty?

“Don’t you think I know that?! This was not part of the plan, she was never part of the plan!” What plan? Slowly your eyes flutter open, but you shut them just as quickly. In fear that they might see you wake. “You were suppose to pull the wool over their eyes. Make them believe that you’re growing soft. Not actually become weak!” You try again, this time more slowly opening your eyes.

Thor stands leaning on the balcony. His bare back to you, his long blonde hair hangs with shame. The Warriors look to be scolding him. Never did you think you’d see the day of that happening. You didn’t think that anyone could ever hold any power over the mountain of a man. Thick storm clouds colour the sky behind them. “It was too soon. I need more time.”

“We’ve been here over three thousand years. How much more time do you need? Now would’ve been the time to act!” Thor glares over the balcony, down at the New Asgardian people going about their day. He shakes his head. “These mortals will never be ready. We placed far too much hope in their hands. Your best warriors don’t even come close to grazing me.”

You try to get up, to hear more of what they’re saying, but the pain snaps through you and a groan escapes you. Another snap of lightning. All four of their eyes find your own. It’s like predators in the dark. Glowing flames from afar. Thor glares at the warriors, cutting the conversation and their comments short. When they leave the room, Thor’s eyes settle on you.

“Lay back down and don’t move.” His voice is stern, he crosses his arms over his bare chest and just leans against the balcony. You follow his instructions, except you hold out your hand for him to take. Your feel so cold without his body heat always near you. But he does not move, his jaw locks and his eyes don’t move from your stretched out hand.

You can see he's fighting battles in his mind. Why won’t he come closer? He saved you but does not want you? He sighs, his hand rubs his face and then combs through his tangled hair. “You make me weak.” The words hit like the dagger that almost killed you. To hear him admit something like that could have you beheaded. “No.” The word slips from your mouth.

His brows furrow and he snarls. “No?” He asks, almost in shock. “No! You... you cannot be weak! If you are weak then there is no hope for me.” It looks as if you’re talking to him a foreign language. “You are talking nonsense, girl.” He gruffs and shakes his head. “I know what I'm saying. If you are weak then everyone else is strong and I’ll end up back in the hands of people who’d rather learn the name of a pig than my own.”

“You were almost killed! Just because I let my guard down! In the-” he stops and sighs as if stopping his tongue from acting to quick. “Three thousand years?” His eyes go wide and his face goes pale. “How much did you hear?” His jaw locks and his fists crack the stone of the balcony.

My mouth hangs open and I begin to panic. “Answer me!” He yells out, his voice booms inside of you. Lightning strikes the ground behind him. “Fucking hell.” He mutters to himself. Is the lightning scaring him as much as it scares you? Your heart shakes. “I- Everything.” He sighs and again rubs his face. “Another fucking problem.” It hurts to be seen as a problem, something to deal with.

“What were you talking about? Please, talk to me.” You can’t talk like this, laying down. Again you try to get up but wince. Fuck does it hurt. “What the fuck did I say? Can’t you follow orders just once?” He snaps at you, as if that isn’t all you’ve been doing...This is the most he’s talked to you at a time. His heavy boots shake the floor as he stomps over to you.

He sits down next to you, his heavy hand pushes you back down against the soft pillows. Then his hands shove the blankets to the side and begins lifting your dress. You grab his hands. “Please, Thor, I am in pain, I’ll make it up later, I, I promise-” He just growls at you and continues lifting your dress.

You see the huge gash on your stomach. Nowhere near as long or gruesome as the one on his chest, but still unsightly for a lady. His brows knit together, examining the stitches. “Your wound needs to be cleaned.” He mumbles, standing up to get some supplies from the bathroom. This is different, he seems almost more human now. Acknowledging your pain and not using you.

The alcohol burns your stomach and you hiss pulling back. Thor’s huge hand clasps around your hip to keep you in place. “How long was I asleep?” You ask, watching those giant hands of his trying to be gentle. He’s clumsy, not used to dealing with a task so small. “Three days you were between life and death. I cursed the English healers for knowing nothing and as soon as you were stable we made quick work back to New Asgard.”

He explains, it’s so strange to hear him speak so much to you. “Thor, who was that voice? Who was it that you cursed over my dying breath?” His jaw locks tight again. “You were dying, you were seeing things.” You scoff and insist. “I’m not! I know what I saw. It was as you showed me, on the boat. Seeing without looking. Like you said!”

His hand goes up to grab your cheeks between his hand. Your jaw hurts under his force. “If I said that you were seeing things, then it is so. You are not to question me. Know your place. I have no patience or control left.” He commands, his eyes stern and you know if you push it anymore you could end up hurting yourself.

He stands up, rinsing out the towel he had used to clean your wound. And when he’s done he opens the door, ready to leave. “You are not to leave this room under any circumstances. You do not open the door to anyone but me. Not even the Warriors.” He commands, and the door slams in your face before you can argue.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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King by Lauren Aquilina

Summary: After Thor appointed Valkyrie as the new King of New Asgard, she feels lost on what to do. When her feelings and thoughts are all over the place she turns to you, her light, to help her find her way again.

Warnings: fluff, angst, self-doubt, nothing really bad

Word Count: 2.9k

Her head was spinning as she descended the hill into New Asgard. The town was buzzing with her. The warrior smiled and waved to the people that waved back. She needed to figure out what the hell she was going to do. She was a fighter, a warrior, not a King. With a sigh, she opened the door to the after school building. You were walking around the tables and cleaning up the left out art supplies. Valkyrie smiled at the sight as she closed the door.

You moved to New Asgard 4 years ago. You were trying to rediscover yourself in a new world where half of the population was gone. Before Thanos snapped her fingers, you were a teacher and those skills were needed in this town that was trying to rebuild. The warrior found your presence to be calming. You always called yourself a simple human but she saw you as so much more. “You know starring is considered rude in most cultures.” You said with a teasing smile on your face. Valkyrie rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the door, closing the distance between you and her.

“I can’t help it,” she said. “Especially when I’m in the presence of a goddess.” You hit her chest with a stack of paper.

“You are ridiculous.” You said, putting the scrap paper and art supplies in their correct spot.

“That was a good one.” Valkyrie pouted. “I have to up my flirting game so everyone knows you're mine.” She followed you to your desk and before you could sit down she wrapped her arms around your waist. You leaned back into her embrace.

“I’m pretty sure the rock you put on my finger will keep the vultures away, my love.” She smiled, kissing your shoulder and playing with the ring on your finger. “Where is Thor?” You said. The warrior sighed, remembering the conversation she had with her friend.

‘You know, I’d make a lot of changes around here.’ she joked. Thor took off his sunglasses and bowed his head slightly with a smile. ‘I’m counting on it, your majesty.’

You turned around to face her, sitting on the edge of your desk. “What’s wrong?” You asked. It was rather annoying how easily you could read her.

“Can we get away just for a few hours?” She asked. You nodded, with a smile and kissed her lips softly.

“Of course.”

You met Valkyrie at the docks while you set up the small row boat. You went home to quickly change and pack a small bag filled with snacks and a blanket. Valkyrie held out her hand. “Welcome aboard, m’lady.” You took her hand and stepped down into the boat.

“Thank you, captain.” You kissed her cheek as you sat down. She smiled and began to row the boat past the port of New Asgard towards a small island. It was by accident that you and Valkyrie found this place. Her and Thor got into a small argument regarding the future of New Asgard. She came to you in a fit of rage. You remembered when you were younger that your father took you out of the water whenever he and your mother got into a fight. The air on the water seemed to have a healing effect. So you rowed the boat as Valkyrie sat in her emotions until you found the island. From then on the island became a spot for you to escape, date nights to tell stories underneath the stars, and it was the spot Valkyrie proposed. “Land ho, captain.” You called out. She jumped out of the rowboat as it came in contact with land and pulled it out of the water. She smirked at you as she caught you checking out her muscles. You simply shrugged and got out of the boat, sling the bag over your shoulder. “Your hot babe, can’t blame me for looking.” Your wife laughed. It was a sound you loved especially when you knew something was bothering you.

“You have such a way with words.” You smiled and went to your favorite spot on the island to lay out a blanket on the ground. It allowed you both to still see the buildings of New Asgard but feel far away from everything. You sat down and pulled out the snacks you brought; a bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, grapes, and strawberries plus two chocolate bars. Valkyrie sat down and opened the bottle of wine. “You are too good to me.” She said. You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up,” you poured the wine into the glass and gave it to her. She took a long sip. “So, what happened?” You asked.

“Thor isn’t coming back to New Asgard. He’s joining the Guardians.” You almost choked on a strawberry at the news. You knew that the God struggled with his guilt for not being able to prevent the death of his brother, the destruction of his home, and not being able to spot Thanos the first time.

“But isn’t he King? He has no heir, not that we know of,” you mumbled the last part which caused Valkyrie to smile. “Who is the new king?” You asked. Your wife’s smile became smaller as she stared out towards the water.

“Me.” She looked at you but looked away rather quickly. You weren’t surprised that the God of Thunder named her the new king. In the 4 years you were at New Asgard, you watched Valkyrie look after its people. But in the brief glance she gave you, you saw doubt in your partner’s eyes. It was an emotion that you’ve never seen in her. “But I don’t know if I can do it,” she whispered. “Thor called me a leader but the last time I was a leader I led my sisters to their death.” She was referring to the battle against Hela. It still haunted and scared her. “I don’t know what to do.” You didn’t respond right away, you swirled the wine in your glass.

“You do what you do best, Val, and fight to protect those you love.” You said.

“Who am I fighting?” She asked. “We won.” You hummed agreeing with her, taking a sip of the wine before moving behind her. You pulled out a brush from your bag and began to brush her wavy hair. The tension melted from her shoulders.

“You are fighting the monsters inside your head,” you answered, pushing her hair to the side and kissing the skin that was showing. “Count your blessings not your flaws. You’re too wrapped up in your self doubt. You’ve got that young blood set it free.” You sighed, resting your head on her shoulder. “For the past 4 years, I’ve seen you lead these people without the title of king. You gave them hope and provided them light in their darkest time.” You kissed the side of her head and forced her to look at you. “You’re in control so get rid of all the monsters inside your head and put all your faults to bed. You can be king.” Your wife moved her hand to the back of your head and weaved her fingers through your hair. She kissed you slowly. You would never get tired of kissing her. She poured all of her emotions and feelings into a kiss when words were lost to her. She ended the kiss, keeping your foreheads touching. “I love you, my king.” You whispered. She chuckled.

“My queen,” you smirked. “My beautiful and smart queen. I’d be lost without you.”

“Queen,” you mumbled against your lover’s lips. “I like that title.” She rolled your eyes.

“Take it down a notch or your ego won’t fit into the school building.” She joked. You pushed her on her chest and she fell to her side bringing you down with her. You laughed, shaking your head. “Was that an attempted assassination attempt on the newly appointed King of Asgard? The punishment is the most severe.” You tried to hide the smile on your face.

“Please have mercy on me, your highness,” you said, burying your face in her neck. “I will do anything.”

“Anything? Mhmm.” She paused for dramatic effect. “I sentence you to be my wife for an eternity.” You pulled away and looked down at her.

“Seriously.” She shrugged.

“Like I said I have to up my flirting game. You are the queen.” You rolled your eyes.

“You, my king, are a dork.” She laughed, taking your left hand in hers and kissed your wrist, your palm, and the ring she gave you.

“Thank you,” you smiled, feeling yourself blush at her intense look.

“Anytime.”

It was the screams that woke you and Valkyrie up. She was the first out of bed, rushing to the window, and throwing the blinds back. Your dark room erupted into light from the flames outside. “I have to go,” she said suddenly, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a long sleeve shirt. You nodded.

“I’m right behind you.” Your statement caused your wife to stop and look at you.

“Absolutely not. I need you to stay here.” You looked at her in disbelief. You weren’t an Avenger level fighter but you’ve been training and you didn’t have to fight you could help get people to safety.

“This is my home too, Val. I can help.” She ran her hands through her hair, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I need to know you are safe so I can focus on protecting everyone else,” you went to say something but she held up her hand. “I don’t have time for this. Stay here, that's an order from your king.” Your jaw clenched.

“Yes, your majesty.” Valkyrie sighed, kissing your forehead before leaving your room. You sighed and walked over to the window looking at the chaos. A portal opened and you watched as your wife rode on Warsong. You rolled your eyes, she always had to have a dramatic entrance. You knew you were being difficult and keeping her away from the fight. But she didn't hear what was said about you, a useless human married to the now King. Hell, even Thor’s ex-girlfriend was worthy enough to lift mjolnir. A bright light came down from the heavens and you covered your eyes to shield them. When you looked back, the God of Thunder was standing there. He looked good, a lot healthier than the last time you saw him. A car near your apartment building exploded. “Fuck this.” You said, leaving your room.

Valkyrie was going to kill you, it was a fact that you accepted as soon as you stepped foot outside of your apartment building. You had a shield on your back and a sword in your hands. You heard a scream and you ran in the direction. It was the mother of one of your students. You jumped in front of her with your shield hitting the shadow spider in front of you. “Get out of here.” You yelled, swinging the sword in your hand. You heard her run off but your eyes remained on the creature ahead. The creature charged and you dogged out of the way. You climbed on the car that was parked next to you and jumped, slashing your sword down. The sword implied the creature in the head. It struggled and trashed from side to side, you held on but it flung you off. You rolled to the ground as the spider died. On shaky legs, you stood up and pulled your sword out. But you didn’t have a second to breathe as a small horde of them circled you.

The ground shook around you and the electricity in the air made the hair on your arms stand up as Thor landed next to you. He swung Stormbreaker and it flew through the air, cutting off the heads of the creatures around you. Stormbreaker returned to his owner.

“Lady Y/n,” The God smiled.

“Thor,” you smiled back. “Who did you piss off this time?” You asked. His smile fell.

“Valkyrie asked the same thing,” you laughed and ducked as he sent lightning over your shoulder killing another creature. You spun behind him and killed one. “Speaking of the king, does she know her wife is out here?” He asked. You sighed.

“No,” you said slowly. “How about we keep it a secret.” Another explosion rocked New Asgard. “Thor go, I’ll be fine.”

“I will see you again, Lady Y/n.” The God disappeared in a flash of light.

“See ya, Thor.” You waved and continued on.

You would count tonight as a half win. The children of New Asgard were kidnapped by a deranged God Killer which wasn’t ideal. But you did sneak back home without your wife seeing you and you lived to one day tell her the tale. You cleaned your weapons and put them away, cleaned up, and began to cook for Valkyrie’s return. The door opened and slammed shut. “Hi -”

“I can’t believe you,” she cut you off. You turned to face her. She didn’t have any clear sign of injury which you were thankful for. “I can’t believe you ignored a direct order from your king.” You bit your tongue. You wanted her to get everything off her chest. “Then you asked Thor to cover for you. Do you realize how dangerous it was to be out there?” You didn’t respond and returned around to finish the sandwich you were making.

“Thor told you I’m guessing.” You said, placing the finished sandwich down in front of her. She glanced at the food but didn’t take it.

“No. It was the mother you saved. She wanted me to thank you.” She sighed, sitting down at the table. “Thor actually tried to cover for you which I had a very stern talk to him about.” She angrily bit into the sandwich. “I’m so mad at you. You could have died and I couldn’t have known.”

“But I didn’t.” You were pushing her buttons but the statement left your mouth before you could think about it. She stood up abruptly, slamming her hands on the table.

“I’m your king,” she said. “It is my job to protect you.”

“Cut the shit, Brunnhilde. I was your wife before you got the title of King. So talk to me like your wife and not one of your subjects.” Her jaw clenched as you stared at each other. You sighed, rubbing your hand across your face. “I’m sorry I left and I worried you but I wanted to prove to them,” you pointed out the window. “That I’m more than what they call me behind closed doors. So,” you dropped your hands to the side. “I’m sorry.” Valkyrie was silent as she stared at you. You wondered if you stunned her into silence. But in a quick motion, she made her way to your side of the table and pulled you into a hug. The force of the hug lifted you off the ground. You yelped at the sudden impact but you hugged her back as tight. She set you down on your feet.

“I love you. I love you so much,” she mumbled against your skin.

“I love you too, my love.” You pulled away slightly grabbing onto her face. You kissed her softly.

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you tonight, if I failed to protect you as well.” You frowned.

“This isn’t solely on you.”

“I’m king. It’s my duty.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her to the couch. You sat down next to her grabbing both of her hands.

“You’re not alone. You’re not on your own. You’ve got it all but you’ve lost your mind in the sound.” You let go of one of her hands and placed some strands of hair behind her ear. “You will save those kids and reclaim your crown.” She gave you a sad smile.

“What if I fail?” Her voice was so small it broke your heart. You shook your head.

“You won’t because you will do anything for your people.” She was silent for a moment, looking at your connected hands.

“Thor, Jane, and I are going after him. We leave tomorrow morning.” You expected as much. “I need you to stay here.” She brought her lips. “Asgard will need it’s Queen.” She kissed your palms.

“As long as their King comes back to them.” She nodded.

“Always,” she smirked . “Besides you have a sentence to still carry out.” You rolled your eyes and stood up, holding out your hand.

“A King needs their rest.” You pulled your wife to her feet.

“I need to shower first. I’ll meet you there.” You nodded, kissing her before heading off to your room. You didn’t realize how tired you were until your head hit the pillow and the blankets were around you. You must have dozed off because you woke up to the feeling of Valkyrie getting into bed behind you. Her arm wrapped around you and pulled you flush to her front. “Thank you, my love.” She mumbled. Her voice was laced with sleep.

“Anytime.”

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thebisexual-cousin · 11 months

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Damage Control

Warnings: NWH Spoilers; Peter being forgotten(not by reader lol); canon events of NWH; Normal sad Marvel

Pairings: Peter P x Asgardian!Reader; Loki x Sister!reader; Thor x sister!reader

Summary: After the events of No Way Home, Y/N and Loki are tasked to go to Midgard to repair damages, and a blue and red character is surprised by a certain someone.

Word Count: 798

Content: Maybe a whole fic.. more than a Drabble at most.

Staring at my tablet, they showed the damage caused on Earth. "Princess Y/N, you're needed by King Tho-," I heard a maid say, not finishing when she saw me watching the news. "Princess Y/N, you know the news is bad for your mental mindset." The same maid mentioned while cleaning up my vanity. "Oh alright..." I put my tablet down on my nightstand and stood.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress and walked out the door to head to the throne room. Loki was also walking out of his chambers. His face lit up in mischief. "Hello sister, do you know what this oaf wants?" "No, Loki, I do not, and don't call him that, you know he hates it." I said calmly, with a bit of humor.

Thor was pacing back and forth, frantically, might I add. "Ahh..you're finally here." He announced clapping his hands. "Brother, what is needed from us?" I asked after I curtsied before him.

"Well Y/N, I need you to go to Midgard and help with the damage." He stated." Ok.. and why is Loki here?" "He is needed by Doctor Strange for some multiverse issues." Loki rolled his eyes, but underneath, I knew he was pleased by being needed.

"Alright, you ready to go now Loki?" I asked him, with a smirk on my face. I transformed quickly into trendy midguardian clothes and started racing Loki to the Bifrost bridge. I made it there first, Loki showed up seconds later. "Princess, Prince." Heimdall bowed.

He turned the sword and Loki and I were transported to Midgard." Alrighty, Thor is sending me to the Sanctum in Greenwich." I sighed. I turned to look at Loki and hugged him. "Be safe and don't do anything I would do," Loki said as he returned my hug and kissed my forehead.

"You too brother. See you soon." I said. I took out my phone that Thor gave me before I left. I put in the address "43-25 43rd St. Long Island City, New York." Not wanting to attract attention to myself, I decided that walking was better than teleporting.

*20 Minutes Later*

I looked at the building, or what was left of the building. Noticing the fire, the rubble, and the lack of civilians, I got to work. I closed my eyes, my palms out, and called my magick forward. I felt the surgery of power flow through my veins.

I started removing water from the lake nearby. I put out the fires easily, despite the resistance of my magick collecting the water. Looking ahead, I chose not to rebuild the building. I put the remaining rubble in the lake, thanking the element for allowing me to control it.

I called my magick back into me, keeping it secured. I saw a shadow in my peripheral. It was blue and red. The colors were easily recognizable. Peter! I thought. To assure myself that it was Peter, I called out his name.

"Peter! Hey Peter!" The figure quickly turned around and swung toward me. "You-you know my name?" He asked, looking confused. "Um yeah...you're Peter right?" "Yeah, I-I am." He chuckled.

"Why were you confused?" I asked. "It's a long story." He explained. I looked at my phone. No calls from my brothers. "I have time." "Oh-uh, ok. Well, my apartment is a couple of blocks away from here." I followed him back. We reached the complex, found his loft, and unlocked the door with his keys.

He allowed me in. I took in the simple aspect of the small space. I walked over to his desk, noticing the sewing machine and scraps of his suit. I looked closely at the coffee cup, "we are happy to serve you" it said.

I looked behind me, noticing Peter standing there with a pained look on his face. "So...what happened?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

He poured everything from the government accusing him, to his aunt passing, to now a world not knowing that Peter Parker exists. "Oh, Pete," I said, not wanting to cry. "Anyways, how do you still know who I am?" I wiped my eyes before the tears could fall.

"I wasn't on Earth when this happened. I was up in Asgard after the final battle." "Oh." He said simply.

We sat in silence, until my phone went off, signaling that Loki was done with his mission. I looked up at Peter, who was lost in his mind.

I leaned forward and put a kiss on his cheek. "I have to go back, but my number is on the table if you ever need to talk, ok?" I softly smiled. He nodded and kissed my cheek back. "Thank you." "Always." I smiled and teleported back to the meeting point.

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Undeniable (Loki x Reader) - Loki One-Shot, Smut, 18+

This story is also posted on my AO3 and Wattpad.

My Loki Fanfiction Master List can be found here.

This story was inspired by a question I asked myself: "What would have happened if someone else had noticed Loki was posing as Odin before Thor's arrival in Thor: Ragnarok?"

This is written from the perspective of an old acquaintance who, after finally accepting he is truly gone, begins to see through the illusion.

This does explore feelings surrounding death, so please note there are some descriptions of grief in the first part of the story. Also slightly darker Loki than I have written before.

@mochie85 tagging you, my dearest. If anyone else would like to be added to my tag list please let me know.

Loki x Female Reader

18+

Eventual smut central, you have been warned!

5.7K Words

Silence had fallen upon the realm of Asgard following the King's sombre announcement of Prince Loki's death. There were no cries, nor snickers from those who usually maligned his tiresome mischievous nature. Only the solemn, heavy air of loss. It shrouded the assembly, unifying them in sorrow as they listened to the devastating tale of his sacrifice and final act of selflessness.

Prince Thor was not in attendance, nor was it addressed by the King. People naturally presumed he was buried under the weight of grief for his fallen brother, unable to leave the confines of his rooms to face his people. Or perhaps he wasn't on Asgard at all. It would be equally understandable if he was unable to set foot in the realm he called home if he wasn't returning with his brother by his side.

In the days that passed, your mind refused to acknowledge Loki was truly gone, never to return, until the memorial statue was unveiled. At that moment, you had wanted to disappear into the crowd as you looked up at the golden immortalisation, forever holding his outspread arms skywards.

Flashes of your stolen time together flittered through your brain one after the other as you gazed upwards, frozen in place. Your thoughts were as impossible to hold on to as they were to halt. Though he had grown distant from you as the years had passed, content on finding his own sense of purpose in the world without you, this did not ease your torment. The memories were so vivid they could have been yesterday.

Your throat tightened as you looked on. Your knees threatened to buckle as you helplessly repeated the mantra of 'Not here. Not in front of everyone' over and over again. Shakily drawn breaths intensified as you attempted to hold back tears that insistently continued to well.

When the first tear finally broke through the barrier, you had hastily taken your leave from the ceremony. Your legs fought against you with each arduous step you took, averting your gaze from questioning glances. Despite this, you opted to walk the remaining distance home, unable to speak to beckon transportation.

In solitude, grief had washed over you, engulfing you completely. Days became weeks, and when the drowning weight of loss eventually began to withdraw, acceptance slowly crept into the space it once occupied.

There was nothing you could do to rectify the situation. Loki was gone. You no longer pondered whether he had thought of you in his final moments, eventually resigning to the fact that he probably hadn't. It was logical to assume he hadn't thought of you for years.

At night, doubt began to cloud your memories. Once intimate moments seemed foolish and misinterpreted. You recalled the time his lips had tentatively brushed against yours. One final glance before you locked the memory away for good. Your stomach turned as you remembered you had been too stunned to respond, and he had hastily recoiled from you.

When you had searched his face for meaning, his eyes had pooled with something unknown. You now identified it as regret. Why else would he have distanced himself from you in the days and weeks that followed? Eventually separating himself entirely. That had been the last time you had ever been alone together. You cringed as you pushed the memory into the depths of your mind, begging it to remain there and not resurface.

As you tried to go about your days, establishing a new sense of normalcy, you had grown resentful of the statue. Whenever you passed it now, you ensured you cast your eyes down. It was far easier to look at the ground than at his golden immortalisation. It represented misinterpreted events and unrequited desire, and the lid on the secure box of memories in your mind rattled whenever you saw it in the corner of your eye.

"We're going to be late." The words of your maid pulled you from thought. You had mentally drifted away somewhere safe, allowing you to forget where you were headed. As realisation dawned, an unseen force pulled at you, adding resistance to your movements. Your mind screamed against you with each drag of your feet.

You wanted nothing more than to retreat to seclusion again. The last thing you needed today was a dramatic retelling of Loki's death to plunge you back into sadness.

The play had already begun when you approached the outdoor theatre. A dense crowd had gathered to watch the new tragedy at the request of the King. Though you were thankful for the wall of bodies that blocked your view of the stage, you were unable to mute your ears from the words of the actors.

You grimaced at the imitation of Loki's voice. Nothing could ever quite match his melodic deep tones that had often sent a shiver up your spine. Stop. It is not wise to dwell on such things.

"My lady, surely the King will not refuse a seat beside him. Come." Your feet rooted to the ground, and the maid gently wound her hand around your arm to guide you, pulling you closer to the raised marble pergola. You resisted when she attempted to guide you up the steps, and you muttered "Here is fine" as you sat down, gracefully settling your hands on your lap as you did so.

Although the plays hosted at the theatre often had a flair for dramatics, you couldn't help but furrow your brow at the absurdity of the display that unravelled on the stage. It seemed in poor taste, almost like a mischievous prank of Loki's. You soon cast aside the impossible thought as you looked at the crowd, they were captivated by the tale, and sad whimpers sounded around you.

You stole a sideways glance at the King who lay unusually relaxed across the forest green velvet sofa he occupied. It surprised you that he showed no signs of the grief you had expected. Guilt pooled in your stomach for judging his demeanour, and you quickly averted your gaze back to the stage as his head began to turn to look at you.

You were horrified he had nearly caught you openly gawping at him, and your body remained tense as you tried to drag your attention back to the play. As it was approaching its climax, you leaned forwards as you listened to the lines playing out Loki's final moments.

A loud chuckle snapped your gaze back to the King. He playfully placed a grape in his mouth as he watched on, and his lips sealed around it with a mischievous smug grin. Your heart skipped a beat as you began to look through the facade. You would know that grin anywhere, even if painted upon the face of the so-called King.

As the moment of realisation hit you, his eye met yours, and his expression faltered slightly as he read the look in your eyes.

Bastard.

He cleared his throat, leering down at you - a wordless warning - before turning away. Your stomach lurched as the ground felt like it fell away from beneath you, and you quickly stood. You felt questioning eyes on you as you teetered, unsteady on your feet. "My lady, are you alright?" You did not respond to your maid, and now fuelled by adrenaline, you bolted through the crowd towards the exit.

All sense of your surroundings was lost until you heard the familiar slam of your door behind you, and you helplessly collapsed against it. Unable to catch your breath, you crumbled into desperate sobs.

Loki had been here all along, allowing the realm to mourn him. What selfish desire had brought him to do such a thing? At that moment, you allowed anger to overtake all other emotions. You hated him.

Unable to cry any longer, you eventually dragged yourself to your bed, mindlessly staring at the growing shadows in your room as nightfall approached.

There was no relief to be found in sleep, if anything it would give way to troubling nightmares and memories you would rather forget. Your mind was numbed to even the insistent knocking on your door.

As the door handle turned and the maid entered, you twitched from your state, quickly snapping "Go away" as you turned over. You did not want to be disturbed. Such a harsh tone had never left your mouth before, and the maid paused before she paced across the room towards you.

"My lady, the King has requested your presence. You must come at once." You groaned, intent on remaining in the bed, unwilling to hear what he had to say for himself. "Can you pass on my apologies, I don't think I'll be able. I'm unwell."

Instead of taking her leave, her hand met your shoulder, urging you to turn over to look at her. You reluctantly shifted your weight as she lowered her voice to a whisper, "Guards are waiting outside. I fear they will not accept no for an answer."

You dragged yourself upright as you acknowledged her words. He had sent guards to retrieve you. When you finally looked at your maid, concern was evident in her eyes.

As you swung your legs from the bed, panic coursed through your veins. If Loki was intent on appearing as King Odin, you were nothing more than a threat to the elaborate lie he had created. He had always been hungry for the throne, and your mind swirled with images of his furious rage directed toward you.

The maid left you in thought when she left the room to retrieve a basin of warm water, placing it at your bedside when she returned. She gently cleaned your tear-stained face, pity evident as she did so. As her hand smoothed your finally tamed hair, she offered a forced smile that gave no reassurance. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be fine, my lady."

Though you wanted her to be right, you were certain it would not be fine.

A pair of armoured guards waited for you in the hallway, which only spurred the sense of dread that washed over you. You shouldn't have looked at him, shouldn't have attended the play at all. Your instincts to return to your rooms had been right.

Your legs refused to move, and a guard's hand met the small of your back, guiding you towards the carriage that waited outside, "My lady, the King is waiting." At least he had shown a final kindness for providing transportation, he could have forced you to be marched through the streets of Asgard for all to see.

When the carriage finally stopped, the only thing you could focus on was the movement of your unsteady legs as the guards escorted you to the throne room. Their Heavy footsteps echoed around the vast room as you entered, and your breath hitched as you took in the intimidating appearance of the King.

He was annoyed by your delay, impatience evident on his face as he sat atop the imposing throne. A seat he had not earned, and if anything, had stolen from his father.

You attempted to swallow down the hard lump that had formed in your throat as the guards deposited you at the bottom of the steps that led up to the raised platform. The veil had truly been torn from your eyes, and you saw Loki behind every movement the King made as he shifted in his seat to leer towards you. It was deeply unsettling.

"That is no way to greet your King. Kneel."

His words echoed around the room, and defiance coursed through your veins as you remained on your feet. "Leave us" he hissed to the guards, and they cast a questioning glance at you before taking their leave.

Though they were swift and coordinated with their movements, the clinking sounds of their armour seemed to endlessly trail on as they made their way to the doors.

As the King's gaze hardened, you were unable to form words, let alone move when he rose from the throne and made his way towards you. Though he had been thorough with his transformation, each step had the undeniable sway of Loki, and your throat constricted further the closer he got.

You cast your eyes down as he approached the final step, unable to look him in the eye any longer.

A firm hand met your shoulder. "Insubordination will not be tolerated. You would be wise to recognise your place. Kneel." He began to push you downwards, but your knees refused to bend.

Anger rose within you at his audacity to continue with the charade. It pushed all other feelings aside as you snapped your head up to look at him. "No. I will only kneel for the King. And you are no King, Loki."

The sly grin that spread across his face only confirmed you had been correct in your accusation. That was not an expression that belonged to Odin.

He removed his hand from your shoulder to focus on creating the veil of seidr that began to shroud the room. A silencing charm. Your pulse thundered through your ears, and your eyes widened as you contemplated whether he had cast the charm to conceal your choked final screams.

His eye narrowed as he looked at you, assessing your reaction. You felt judgement for your reaction. "Did you mourn?" He had not intended for his voice to break through his illusion, and your stomach dropped as you heard Loki's voice for the first time in an age.

How were you supposed to answer that question? Of course, you had mourned for him. As had the rest of the Kingdom.

Dissatisfied with your failure to answer his question, he raised his arm with a swift movement, placing it against your head. Before you had time to react, he was already prying your mind open, flinging open the secured box of your most private memories.

It was a new level of invasion he had never subjected you to before, and you desperately tried to fight against his power to no avail.

Wave after wave of impossible sadness washed over you as his intrusive magic flicked through memory after memory. Your reaction to being told he was dead. The unveiling of the statue. How you had lain in bed each night drowning in thoughts of him. And finally, how you had seen through his illusion earlier that afternoon.

As he finally retreated from your mind, you dropped to your knees. It was not an act of submission, your legs were simply unable to support you any longer. You were drained by both his seidr and the memories he had forced you to watch along with him.

You didn't realise you were staring at the floor, desperately panting until his cold hand reached beneath your chin, forcing you to tilt your head back up.

Your waterlogged eyes did not fall upon the expected view of Odin. You instead looked up at Loki's towering form, the expression on his face completely unreadable.

Your heartbeat thundered against the walls of your chest, and the colour drained from your complexion as you began to drown in fear of what he would do next. You attempted to glance at his free hand, expecting a dagger to appear at any moment.

"Look at me." The tone of his voice was eerily cold. You couldn't. You didn't want to look into his eyes as he killed you. Surely he would grant you that final mercy.

His grip shifted to harshly grab your jaw, beckoning you to look back at him. You instead clenched your eyes closed as you waited for a blade to dig into the soft flesh of your neck.

You yelped as he released your jaw, and firm hands pulled you up from where you knelt, holding onto you as you blindly teetered on your feet. As his lips crashed into yours, your breathing halted. You were completely frozen in place, unable to react. What the hell is he doing?

Your eyes tentatively opened as he pulled away from your unresponsive mouth, his brow furrowed with conflicted emotion as he stared down at you. What did he expect?

"You never told me. Of your feelings toward me." He finally broke the silence. After looking into the depths of your mind, uncovering how you had discovered his secret, that was his response.

You were emboldened by the rage that welled within you, interpreting his statement as one last torment.

"If you're going to kill me, can you at least grant me the final mercy of doing it quickly? It is hard enough to stand here after you have pried my mind open. You have once again fooled us all. And I was the only one stupid enough to see through your facade. I will not apologise for your mistakes." Your voice faltered as the words endlessly trailed from your mouth, free of any filter.

He released his grip on you as the unfamiliar feeling of shame rocked his being. He had planned on locking you away in the depths of the dungeons with your mouth silenced, never to see the light of day again as he carried out his duties as King.

His head spun with versions of the right thing to say, and now with his own filter thrown out the window, his question spilt from his lips before he had time to overthink it. "Do you still love me?"

You seized the moment he finally showed vulnerability in his eyes. "No. There is a fine line between love and hate. And you have truly pushed me over the edge. I despise you."

He resisted the urge to flinch, and instead focused on the undeniable lie he felt woven through your words, his astute mind quickly analysing what you could be hiding. "Are you sure about that?"

You scoffed at the audacity of his question. Of course, you were sure. You despised the fact he had led everyone to believe he was dead, claiming the throne for himself. His softened gaze and hopeful half-smile halted your thoughts.

The longer you stood there in silence, the more desperate he looked for you to respond. It was almost as if he was begging you to stop pushing your memories back behind a fortified wall in your mind.

You hated him for it. And you hated him. Right?

Unable to withstand his expression any longer, you steered the conversation away from his continued attempts to belittle you. "What have you done with your father? And what of Thor?"

He looked almost disappointed with your questions, and the vulnerability in his eyes quickly retreated. "Thor is a witless oaf, he is on Midgard." His words dripped with venom. "And the father who left me to rot in chains? He has been dealt with and will continue to spend his final days in the realm he despises the most. A fitting end."

You contemplated his response, relieved to hear they were still alive.

"Do you intend on killing me?" you finally asked, and your heart almost skipped a beat with his short response of "No." Your stiffened frame refused to relax, and your mind refused to accept you were potentially not in imminent danger.

"I wish I could trust you," you replied with a hushed tone. His conflicted expression returned as he took a step closer to you. You should have taken a step away, maintaining the distance between you. But your feet refused to move. "What are you going to do with me?"

With his previous plans discarded, he truly hadn't thought that far ahead. He quickly formulated a response intended to put you at ease. "How about an offer of keeping you locked in my rooms, rather than the dungeons? Until you prove your loyalty to me, and me alone." Your breath hitched at the answer you had not expected.

Your mind swirled with ideas of what exactly he intended to do with you, locked away in his rooms with nobody to assist you. Once again your words flowed from your mouth as you contemplated your fate. "That's rather presumptuous of you. And how am I supposed to do that?"

He moved closer still, and the movement of your heavy breaths almost had your breasts brushing against his chest. Your body betrayed you as a flush crept up your neck. Perhaps you shouldn't have let your final question slip.

"Oh, I have a few ideas, dove." He leant his face back in towards yours, lingering so close you could feel his warm breath with each exhale. Your body betrayed you yet again as you instinctively licked your lips.

He grasped the opportunity to kiss you before you could move away, and your mind screamed with thoughts of what exactly his aim was with such an action. That was until you felt the warm waves of emotion that finally relaxed your tense body. Perhaps he didn't intend on causing you harm at all. You don't typically kiss your prey before you pounce for the kill.

You found yourself closing your eyes as you returned the kiss, forcing yourself to hold back and allow him to take the lead when such uncertainty lingered in the air.

As his arms wound around your waist, pulling you flush to his muscular frame, you were immediately lost to the closeness you had never shared before. He had taken a sledgehammer to your wall of defence, and you were now willingly pouring suppressed emotion into each movement of your lips against his as the kiss intensified.

When he finally pulled away from you to inhale a ragged breath, you shifted your head back to attempt to read the expression on his face. Your breath hitched when you saw the glaze of desire in his eyes. A desire you had not seen before. Think this through. What if it's yet another action he regrets once the moment has passed?

Driven by the thought that ran through your mind, you reached down to harshly grab his manhood. You were surprised by your ability to do such a thing, and even more taken aback by the warning that followed; "If you cross me, I will direct my rage to what you treasure above all else." Your grip around him tightened, and his arousal twitched in response.

"My, there's that bold nature I remember. Where's she been hiding?" His sultry velvet tone washed over you, and a sly grin pulled at the corners of your lips. "I've been behaving myself. Perhaps I should have found such boldness earlier when you were still debating locking me in a cell." You released your grip on his straining member as you responded, and his lips now formed a mischievous grin that mirrored your own.

"Well, then I encourage you to misbehave more often." Arousal pooled in your core at his words, and he shifted his arms to grab your wrist. He turned away from you as he guided you up the steps that led towards the throne.

As you both settled on the final platform, he paused, pulling on your arm to turn your body. His chest now pressed against your back as you both looked onwards at the empty throne room. A shiver ran up your spine as he gently brushed your hair over your shoulder, and leaned in close to your ear. Arousal crackled in the thin veil of air between his lips and your flesh.

"Look at it. This could be yours. Endless possibilities within reaching distance. If you submit and pledge your allegiance to me." You leant back into his broad frame as you contemplated his offer.

He placed a kiss against the soft skin of your neck. "Think of the King I could become with such a fine woman by my side." His arms found your waist again, but they soon drifted over your body, enveloping you in his embrace.

"You can't tell me this isn't what you want. I am willing to admit I was a fool for distancing myself from you so long ago. Perhaps I would have found my ascent to the throne far sooner if I had kept you close." Your eyes closed as he placed his lips against your neck again, continuing to kiss his way across your exposed flesh.

"I would ask if this is another of your tricks, but it would be foolish to ask the trickster himself." A deep chuckle vibrated against your back, "This is no trick, I assure you."

"And if I accept your offer, I will be shown to your rooms and not thrust into the arms of the guards who are waiting outside?" He released his embrace to turn you around to face him, holding his hands in place on the curve of your waist as he studied you with awe. He sealed your fate with his reply, "Correct."

His arousal pressed against you as you shifted closer to him. "Good. We have much to discuss. Prince Loki died with honour, and it's only right we plot his return with the same sentiment in mind." He lapped up your words that now flowed free of any restraint.

"We? Norns, you amaze me. I like this side of you. Alluring, cunning, lethal." You smirked at him, "What can I say, you bring it out of me." You placed a kiss against his lips, and as you pulled away, his head continued to drift forwards to find you again. "Sit."

He raised a brow at your command. "Sit?" he repeated. "Yes, on your throne." His eyes darkened as he acknowledged your intent to continue this game a little longer, and willingly obliged as he took a step back.

You swallowed as he settled into the throne with legs astride, waiting for you. His demeanour exuded confidence, and his eyes glistened with dangerous arousal. You could not deny he looked perfectly at home sitting atop the throne of Asgard. Perhaps this was truly where he was destined to be, regardless of how he obtained it.

He looked on with curiosity as you dropped to your knees. Resisting the urge to leer over you, he kept his back leant against the throne. You raised your hands to rest atop his thighs as you looked up at him. "I submit to you, my King."

A low growl left his throat as you traced your hands up the tight buttery leather of his trousers, exploring the muscular contours that lay beneath. You shifted further and further towards your target, and your hands found the laces that contained his straining manhood. Before you pulled at the strings, you paused to look back up at him. "Allow me to demonstrate my loyalty."

His breath hitched with anticipation at your words, and unwilling to waste another moment, his trousers disappeared with a shimmer of green seidr. Your palms now pressed against his reddened cock that twitched beneath you, begging to be relieved.

You reached around his girth, and his exhale shuddered as you began to run your hand up and down his intimidating length. He was much larger than you had anticipated, and as you guided him into your mouth, your jaw ached in response to the unfamiliar fullness. Loki did not take his eyes off you for a second.

The ache quickly melted away as animalistic desire took hold of you under his gaze, and you continued to work further down his shaft with enthusiasm. Breathy moans escaped his mouth as you pleasured him, spurring you to push further. He quickly met the back of your throat as he bucked his hips against you.

His hand flew to your hair, grasping at your tresses to anchor you against him, and a choked "Fuck" left his mouth as you hummed around him. You were a mess of saliva and tears as you continued to please him, lapping up the sounds of approval he offered.

As his grip tightened on your hair, you felt his body tense beneath you, and his cock twitched within your mouth. "If you don't stop I'm going to-" You cut his words short as you suctioned around him, increasing your pace as you slid your mouth back down his length.

He growled "I told you to stop" as he pulled on your hair, the sharp twinge forcing you to halt your movements, and he dragged your head away from him to hungrily drink in your appearance. His free hand shifted to thumb away the moisture on your face. Taking his time, he hummed with approval following each swipe.

"You would be wise to listen to my instruction. When I say stop, you stop. I'm not finished with you yet." He pressed his thumb against your mouth, silencing the response he could see brewing in your mind. You parted your lips and took his thumb into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before you sucked it clean. He immediately dragged his hand away.

Your eyes widened as he left his seat to stand, dragging you up with him. Before you could comprehend what he was doing, you were spun around and thrust towards the now unoccupied throne with a swift, harsh movement. Teetering forwards, your arms automatically reached out to catch yourself, and your hands splayed against the gilded armrests.

Your clothing dissolved from your body as the cool sensation of his magic washed over your skin, and your flesh prickled with goosebumps in response. He didn't give you a moment to revel in the sensation as he harshly slapped the skin of your now exposed arse cheek, and the sound echoed around the empty room.

"Move. Kneel on the throne. I want to get a good look at you when I take you." You had only just swallowed your yelp of surprise when he issued his command. Your body moved without needing to be asked twice, and your knees quickly felt the warmth of the place he had occupied only moments ago.

You gripped onto the low back of the throne with whitened knuckles as you awaited his next move. He didn't leave you waiting long, his hands quickly met your inner thighs, prying them open, and you willingly sunk down further as you spread your legs for him.

He hummed again with approval as his hand met your core, gliding across your slickened folds. You shuddered in response to the much-needed friction, and ground your hips back against him, begging for more. "So wet for me already. But I didn't tell you to move." Your hips ceased their movements immediately, and he dragged his hand away from you.

"I'm sorry. Please," you begged, desperate for him to touch you again. His hands dug into your hips as he anchored you in place, and he watched as he guided the tip of his cock into your wanting core. He held himself there, and you wanted to scream out at that moment. It was deeply arousing yet not enough to satisfy you. You needed all of him.

"Such a good little whore, aren't you?" You would normally object to such a word, but for Loki, you were willing to be anything for him and the future he had offered. You would be his cold, calculating confidant as he planned his return. And you would most certainly be his obliging whore if that is what he asked of you. You had truly surrendered, accepting him as your King.

"Answer me," he commanded, his patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to plunge into you. "Yes. I'm your good little whore." He snapped his hips against you with ferocity, and you threw your head back in response to the heady fullness of his cock inside you. He dragged himself from your tight walls before slamming into you again, working his length further into you with each movement.

You desperately wanted to squirm against him, but his tight grip kept you from moving your hips back against him. "Fuck, Loki," you moaned. The world stilled around you as he buried his remaining inches within you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he poured emotion into each movement of his hips, and he finally dragged his gaze from you as his head fell back, completely lost to the pleasure that engulfed you both.

As your walls tensed around him with each rippling wave of pleasure that dragged you closer to the edge of release, he plunged back into your depths, quickening his pace as he too chased the same high. Your arms shook with each movement that now rocked you forwards, and your body tensed as your orgasm began to ravage you.

This only spurred his movements within you, and with a final scream of "Loki" that echoed around the empty chamber, you tipped over the edge of release entirely. His movements began to falter as you clenched around him, impossibly tight, and with a final snap of his hips, he filled you completely with his spend. Your arousal continued to twitch around him as your walls gripped onto him for dear life, and he dragged out your high by grinding his hips against you.

You had become truly undone for him, and a level of satisfaction you'd never experienced washed over you as he grasped your hair, forcing you to release your grip on the throne. He pulled your upright body against his heaving chest as you both attempted to catch your breath.

You whimpered as he pulled his cock from your spent core, and he placed a kiss against your neck as he breathed in your intoxicating scent.

His supporting arms dragged you back from where you knelt on the throne, and your feet grazed the floor as he shifted your bodies. He settled back into the throne, perching you on his knee, and his arm wrapped around your frame to draw you into his chest.

You found comfort in his warmth and purred against him, still heady from the impossible high you had reached.

"Well, do you?" You hummed as you pondered the meaning behind his question, confused as to what he was asking. "Still love me." Your heart skipped a beat. Surely a raw moment of passion was not enough for you to admit such a thing. "I'm getting there," you responded.

His lips pulled up into a knowing grin as he sensed the true answer that screamed within your mind. It was undeniable. Yes.

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I hate VENOM as a film. I hate it. It sucks. But I also love it. It's great. I'll never watch it again. Let's back up a bit. (Before we begin, No I haven't watched the second VENOM movie, so this is from what I remember from the first one)

I love Venom because it's so fucking funny. The symbiote itself, not the film. It's so strong, it's blood-thirsty, it's horrifying to look at, it's an alien, it's murdered and eaten dozens of innocent civilians, but it's got sass, it's easily offended, it likes tater tots and chocolate, and it provides the funniest commentary of any marvel film. It's like having a really freaky roommate that'll tease you all day if you get flustered by an attractive person, then demand you buy them food, then murder your highschool bully because they called you a mean name. He'll even "leave the apartment" for a night if you wanna do something privately. But he'll tease you endlessly afterwards. And the fact that he explained to Eddie how he was considered a loser on his planet makes their duo that much more lovable. Two outcasts from different societies meeting and becoming best friends/in love (whatever your view on their relationship is 'cause it's kinda vague). I seriously love Venom as a creature.

Next, I love how different the hero is to other marvel heroes. Iron Man is a billionare weapons designer, Black Widow has been trained to kill since she was 12, Thor is a literal god, Black Panther is the freaking king of the most advanced civilisation on the planet, Captain America is a super soldier and the textbook definition of a "good person". And then look at VENOM. Eddie Brock is a stressed, unemployed, drug-addict in a shitty apartment that just got dumped by his girlfriend. He is the textbook definition of a "loser". Then he meets this random glob of alien black-cat-energy and he's just like "aight". The most relatable superhero in the history of superheroes.

But I hate VENOM. I was so disappointed when I watched it. The writing of the dialogue was good, but it could have been way better, we didn't really get to see the development of the relationship between Venom and Eddie, nor the character development we would want for Eddie now that he has something to fight for. We see the classic sacrifice-yourself-for-your-friend-but-oh-turns-out-you-survived trope, but there was no time for Eddie to properly mourn. Basically, there wasn't enough angst. There wasn't enough time for it. I think it would have been better as an episode series instead of a film, that way we could have a lot more time for character development, awesome battle scenes, as well as general Roommate Comedy™. To add to this, I was disappointed at the lack of a training montage. Cliché as it is, they went from having just met to "we're unstoppable and have codes and battle strategy and shit", so having some training time on screen would have eased that transition significantly, and the flow of the film would have improved.

This is the most irritating part of the film; the fact that the concept and characters are brilliant but were executed poorly. I would have no issue with a film that was just bad, but to have such a fun and new idea written in such mediocre fashion is infuriating. Now I feel no shame when I say I have searched for reader-insert fanfictions that include the symbiote (not x readers though, I'm not a monster fucker) and there are very few of quality. If you can correct me, please do. So my appreciation of Venom must remain tucked away in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the front saying "beware of the leopard".

#we are venom #venom #marvel venom #marvel #venom symbiote #eddie brock #venom movie

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shreddedparchment · 3 years

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A Wife for Thor Pt.30 - End

An Offer She Can’t Refuse

09/05/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 4,954

Warnings: character death, smut, language, fluff

A/N: This is the end! The is the last chapter. I had only really one more thing I needed to tie up as far as loose ends goes and I’m so glad with how it came out. Also, the scene at the beginning was so much fun to write. Like, I was giggling like an idiot. Anywho, hope y’all enjoyed this story as much as I did writing it! I’m sad to say goodbye to this reader but who knows, maybe I’ll do some holiday one shots for this pairing at some point. No promises, but maybe. Thanks for going with me on this journey! xoxo

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“My wife died!”

Thor’s voice is tight, strangled and stuck in his throat as he says the words loudly. He sits forward, hands grasping the sides of his head.

His hair is long now. Back to the length that you’d first admired in him in the videos of him fighting alongside the Avengers.

He’d grown it out for you, because you’d love it so. Now he fists it, yanking on it slightly as he shakes his head.

“Your Majesty…”

“Please,” Thor begs. “She died. She was in my arms and she stopped breathing. She wouldn’t open her eyes. I was alone. Even with Loki and Heimdall at my side, she was gone and I was alone.”

“Thor, leave Estrid alone.”

The poor woman looks up at you, mouthing a quick thanks before she scurries from the room leaving you and Thor alone in your private sitting room.

At his feet Tavis sits playing with a few blocks. Ten months old now and already so strong. Each block he lifts he brings to his mouth to taste then tosses it further than a baby his age should be able to.

Thor springs to his feet carefully and moves towards you, scooping you into the cage of his arms and dipping you before kissing your lips with a loud smack. Then he turns to the baby in your arms who is breathing rapidly from excitement at her daddy’s proximity.

“Come here, you little terror,” he coos at her and takes her from you after standing you upright.

As he walks away, you press your hand to your side, groaning as his dip had twisted the sore spot a little.

Thor whips around to look at you, face devoid of any humor from his silliness before. He balances Kasi with his large hand on her little back and she reaches up and babbles nonsense as she tugs on his beard.

He’s unbothered.

“Did I hurt you, cherub?” he worries.

“No,” you smile at him making your way to the sofa to sit behind the spot where Thor will place Kasi beside her brother. “No, I’m just sore still.”

Thor puts your daughter down about a foot away in the very spot you’d known he would. After scooping some blocks over for her to play with too, he rushes to your side and sits literally right beside you, arm thrown around the back of the sofa while his other finds your thigh to stroke gently.

“How bad is the pain? Worse or better than last week?” he checks.

“Better,” you smile. “I’m okay, puppy.”

“You died,” Thor frowns.

“For a few minutes, Thor. Also, you have to stop using that to get more ice cream from Estrid. She gets upset every time.”

You chuckle despite the topic and Thor pouts.

“I only wanted a bit more, not a lot.”

“I have three children, not two!” you tease him.

“Oh, is that right?” Thor says low and quiet.

The hand on your thigh snakes upwards, tickling the soft skin of your thighs. Luckily you’re wearing shorts and while he can definitely go higher, he’ll have to force his hand up the leg before he can touch anything significant.

You look at him, a sultry smirk in place as he leans in and presses a slow kiss to your lips. He tilts his head, placing his hand on the back of your head before pulling you in for another kiss, this time gently tasting your bottom lip.

“The babies,” you remind him.

“They’re fine,” Thor whispers, tilting your head and slipping his tongue past your lips.

His hand moves surprisingly easily up your pant leg and his fingers tickle the fleshy patch of your pussy. His middle finger extends further and he traces your slit, stopping at the peak of your mound in search of your clit.

You break away from his kiss for a moment, gasping at his touch before you yank him back against your lips.

Thor’s fingers do the devil’s work, or angels, depending on how you want to see it, and you spread your legs for him as he pushes his long digit into you.

He finds your spot easily and you throw your head back, breaking the kiss to breathe. He’s quick to kiss your neck, finding your thrumming pulse and suckling on the spot.

“Thor…” you moan and push him away from you.

“Where are you going?” Thor gasps, looking hazed out on lust as you round the sofa and move towards the doors.

“Estrid!”

She pops out from the side and her cheeks are tinged pink but she hurries in, knowing what you want.

“How are you, my wee little ones,” she gushes, sitting on the floor with the twins as you take Thor’s hand and pull him to his feet.

You don’t stop pulling Thor along until you’re in your bedroom, door locked, clothes hitting the floor as both of you undress and fall onto the bed.

The wince Thor’s weight pulls from you is unintentional and he quickly pulls back, searching your side for the large purple spot that has only lightened fractionally since Loki managed to pull the arrow and break the enchantment.

He kisses the spot softly, tracing the shape of the wound before he licks around its edge.

“Mmph, Thor,” you grunt, the sensation raising goosebumps on your skin.

Thor hurries up to meet your lips and uses his large hands placed on the back of your thighs near your butt to push your legs up and open.

His cock falls heavy against your core and he moves his hips forward and back over and over, slicking himself with your juices as he kisses you.

With his long hair tickling your shoulders and cheeks, you reach down to line him up and the bulb of his head slips through into your cunt.

You gasp, breaking his kiss as he stretches you. Biting your lip, you bring your hands down to his bottom and squeeze.

He grunts at the gesture and unable to help himself, he thrusts into you, burying himself completely as you cry out in ecstatic shock.

Thor gives you a minute to adjust, leaning down to bite your nipples gently then licking the sting away before he suckles on them.

He tastes your milk, stupidly ravenous for it. He switches to the other and sucks gently, moaning.

You hold his head there with one hand, fisting his golden hair while you give his ass another squeeze and buck up into him, urging him to move.

He obeys, pulling his cock almost completely out before thrusting into you again.

The start is slow, steady, as Thor finds his rhythm and the angle that he knows drives you nuts.

You cry out sharply when he does and he knows he’s got it. He pulls away from your breasts, smiling down at you smugly before leaning back and hooking his hands just above the curve of your bottom. He arches your back as he sits on his ankles as best as his bulky body will allow and with your body lifted and supported by his arms, he rams into you hitting that spot.

He brings one hand out from underneath you, his thumb finds your clit and he rubs it in slow delicious circles.

You spasm under his touch as your body is electrified but he doesn’t stop and you twitch in his hold as you orgasm.

Only when you grip his wrists does he hold still, letting you ride out the high until you’re also still and your breathing isn’t so hitched.

“Ow,” you sigh, reaching up to your side.

Thor frowns, leaning over you to kiss the spot again, nuzzling it with his nose then traces kisses up along your stomach and between your breasts.

“Mmm,” you sigh, pushing his long hair back to look at his face.

“I love the way you fuck me, Thor,” you whisper for him knowing he’ll need just a little push to get him moving again.

He’s been so attentive about your injury.

His face contorts with desire and grief but he does what you want and he starts to piston into you again.

He fucks you deep and you pull him down to kiss away the strife from his body. It only takes a few good thrusts to get him to relax and focus on the pleasure your bodies demand.

You know when he’s close because he chases his release with small faster thrusts. He wraps his arms around you, pulling your body up again, arching your back as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and grind up against him chasing a second climax.

He comes hard, voice guttural as he growls and that familiar electricity hits your body sending your own pleasure crashing at its peak.

You cry out, holding him to you as both your bodies relish in their highs.

The haze of sex lingers between you as Thor slides to the side to lay beside you but he keeps you in his arms, kissing your lips hungrily.

The anxiety in his massive form gives you your own worry but you know it stems from your time unconscious after you came home.

“I’m okay, puppy,” you promise him as he reaches down to hook your leg around his hip.

He’s already thrusting again, his dick semi-soft but hardening with each plunge.

You exhale slowly, shutting your eyes as you rest your forehead against his.

“I’m okay,” you assure him.

“I almost lost you,” Thor grieves, thrusting a little harder.

“But I’m here, puppy,” you promise him and kiss him.

He kisses you back then rolls onto his back. You mount him, pushing yourself up and start to ride him, your hands splayed along his chest as you rock your body.

He grabs hold of your hips and helps you move.

“Fuck, you feel so good, cherub,” Thor moans, and his urging speeds you up.

Ignoring the ache of your side, you lean on him to make it easier to pump yourself up and down on him.

“Gonna fill you up,” Thor’s deep voice whispers and the stutter your heart makes, the quake in your cunt drives you faster at his words as you throw your head back and bring his hands up to your breasts to fondle.

His spoken desire drives you absolutely nuts and you can’t wait for him to do just as he says.

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This visit has been coming for a while now. It’s been needed actually. You’ve been neglectful of your tenants.

These tenants in particular are important.

You’re alone, because that’s what you feel like you need. Not just for yourself, but for your friends too.

To you, that’s what they’ve always been.

A heavy sigh slips past your lips and you can’t put it off anymore. You reach up and knock.

The heavy timber of the door thuds thickly and you hear a scuffle of feet on the other side. There’s an adorable chuckle, a toddler probably wobbling around on her adorable tiny feet unsteadily.

The familiar voice comes through, “‘Twill be just a moment!”

“Take your time, Thora. There’s no rush.”

“Your Majesty?!”

The scuffling, shuffling, and noise on the other side of the door gets a bit more frantic and then the locks on the door are clicking out of place before it’s pulled open.

Standing there with her adorable little Luta in her arms is Thora, Armod’s wife, still as astoundingly beautiful as always.

Her long ice-blonde hair is much shorter than when you were last with her.

“Finally took my advice about cutting your hair, huh?”

“Come in, Your Majesty,” Thora gasps, moving back to let you in while Luta reaches out for you.

You take the toddler and she clings, resting her head on your shoulder and yawning.

She hasn’t seen you in a few weeks but she seems to remember you fine.

“Tea, Ma’am?” Thora asks, but you shake your head.

“I’m okay. I actually came to have a talk.”

You sit in the chair that Thora indicates is for you and you settle in, adjusting baby Luta in your arms as she dozes off.

“Oh?” Thora smiles as she sits in the chair across from you. “‘Tis an honor, Ma’am.”

You smile at her kindly and stroke Luta’s back.

“Thora, I-I should have come so much sooner. But things just got away from me. First everything that happened with Jane and then my pregnancy, and then I had the twins and then Thor was taken hostage by that psycho Amora. Then I almost died. Lots has happened to keep me away from you and this little angel.”

She smiles but doesn’t interrupt.

“I was so shocked when I woke up from my injuries and found out that everyone knew about Thor and Amora and how close I came to dying,” you nod.

Thora’s beautiful face contorts with sympathy, “We were all very terrified, Ma’am. ‘Twas too soon for us to lose our King and Queen.”

“Yeah,” you smile, clasping your hands underneath Luta’s little bottom. “The things is, there were only a very few people that knew about Thor being taken. See, the guard was shifting in the palace and that’s when Amora decided to strike. So, she attacked me and the prince, distracting me with Jane who she’s been using this entire time as a kind of puppet? To drive me and Thor apart. And while I was distracted with my son, she snuck into the throne room and put a spell on Thor so that he’d go willingly.

“The plan to go after him was even less known because there was only the Avengers that came to guard the twins, Estrid, my personal maid, David, and Armod who drove me to the Gate. No one else in the palace staff knew anything about Thor being taken or that we were going after him.

“We fed them a story about Thor going overseas to the United States for talks about trade with the Kingdom and they all believed it. We made sure they did.”

Thora’s face, already pale and milky, goes even whiter. She sits stiffly, blinking rapidly a few times as she fidgets, twisting her fingers around the hand embroidered sash of her Asgardian dress.

“It took me, us, really because we’ve all been searching since the incident with Jane first happened for who might have been the person leaking all of our information to the press. All the stories were so...distressing. Very few of them were true but a few hit the nail on the head and that more than anything made it hard to guess who it was that was betraying me and my new family.”

You bite your bottom lip, considering the squirming woman across from you.

“It wasn’t until I woke up from literally dying that I knew there was only one person who could possibly commit this kind of treason,” you let that word sink in.

“Your Majesty, I-”

She’s cut off by the front door opening. She stands up, hands shaking and stares as her handsome Armod comes through. He smiles at her then notices you and drops into a bow.

“Your Majesty! What an honor. I had no idea you’d be visiting us today,” he gushes looking happy to see you. “You look so well.”

“Thank you, Armod,” you smile at him, grateful for his kindness.

He looks at his wife as she stands there nervously, shifting from foot to foot. He seems to notice the tension and with a wary smile turns from her to you and back to his wife.

“What’s happened, my love? Are you alright?” Armod moves to her and takes hold of her arm in support as you get to your feet.

This isn’t what you wanted. You don’t want to expose her. You just want her to stop.

Almost everyone had already forgotten about the mole in the palace. Almost everyone.

“Here, Armod,” you move over to him and he takes little Luta from you. “I should go. Loki’s waiting for me in the east tower and I shouldn’t be late for my lesson or he’ll rage my ear off.”

With one final caress at little Luta’s cute head, you move for the door.

“Your Majesty!” Thora calls, hurrying after you a few steps.

You hold up your hand to stop her and shake your head, “It’s okay. Really. I think we’ve both learned a valuable lesson. I’ll see you next week? For our usual visit?”

Armod looks super confused and unfortunately something tells you he won’t be letting it go once you’re gone.

This sucks for both of them. You wish he’d come home just a few minutes later.

Thora curtsies and with a nod you leave them, hoping that their marriage can survive her deceit and that Armod might be forgiving for the sake of their love and baby.

If he can’t, you don’t blame him at all, but sometimes people make mistakes and you’d hate for him to lose a good thing when this has been Thora’s only mistake. If it’s been her only mistake.

Something tells you that she’ll never do it again, either.

You had hoped to find out why she did it. Judging by the new furnishings and slightly better appliances, you can guess.

The walk back to the palace is slow. You take your time to get some air and greet the staff walking around when they stop to let you pass or bow and curtsy.

Some of the children that live in the houses that line the palace walls are out and about playing and they welcome you excitedly when you stop to talk to them and ask them about their days.

You leave them with an order of sweets on the way.

“You are very kind to your people, Your Majesty,” David smiles as you come around the corner to where you’d left him to linger while you went to speak to Thora.

“They’ve been so nice to me all this time. I mean it when I say I love them. Being their Queen isn’t hard. Being a Queen, yes. Loving them as my own people? Not in the slightest.”

“You are a good woman, I’m glad they seem to notice.”

You nudge David with your shoulder and he chuckles.

“I’m leaving tonight. I have a meeting with a client the day after tomorrow and I must go home and prepare,” he stops to look at you and you nod. “I’m going to pack now, but perhaps we might have dinner before I go?”

“Of course, David. And you know that you’re always welcome here whenever you want to get away from the grind or come and see the twins?” You offer him a smile and he nods in agreement.

Yes. He knows. Your surrogate father knows how precious he is to you and you to him.

“Yes. I’ll see you at dinner, then.” He reaches over and gives your arm a squeeze before moving back into the palace to go pack.

The east tower is already buzzing with the green aura of Loki’s magic. He’s sitting lazily on a chair by a small table in the large stone room. On the left wall is a balcony with doors thrown open and the windows with their curtains pulled up.

On the right is an extinguished fireplace. It’s too hot for fire right now.

“You’re late!” Loki exclaims.

“I know.”

As you move to get a glass of water from the same table he’s sitting at, he watches your expression carefully.

“Show me,” he says simply and you turn around and lift your shirt to show him your side.

“Why is it all red?” Loki frowns, pulling you closer and poking at the edges of the wound.

“Um…” you feel your neck burn and you avoid looking at him as you take another sip. “Thor and I might have spent some time together after breakfast and also after lunch.”

“Really? He couldn’t have waited until you were a little more healed?” Loki demands.

“He?!” You laugh. “Loki, I’m going to say this with as much class as I can possibly muster, okay? But I like it when Thor rails me hard, into the bed, and leaves me with an aching back. And I’m not going to apologize for egging him on, okay? It’s been months and I get that I need to heal but I also really need to feel my husband and he really needs to feel me after what happened. I did literally die for a bit and then I came back and didn’t wake up for almost a month, so no. We can’t wait.”

“Are you finished?” Loki asks, looking exasperated with you.

“Yes.”

“You’re both animals,” he states and gets to his feet.

“So are you, buddy. You’re an alien here on Earth, remember?”

“I put those restrictions in place because of the danger that pregnancy might bring on your body. I don’t know that you would survive the strain right now.”

“So then let’s stop talking and get back to training, Loki! I’m not going to stop living my life because of what that stupid woman did, okay?” you huff.

Loki growls, “You’ve gotten more and more stubborn the longer you’ve been married to my brother.”

“Good!” You put down your water.

Loki stands beside you, fuming, but determined. You hold out your hands for him and he places his over yours.

“Are you ready? I’m going to give you more than I’ve done so far. It might be too much?” he checks.

“I’m ready, Loki. We’ve been at this for months. I’m ready to start making some improvement.”

You’ve been training with Loki since you were able to stand properly and can still only summon anything here in this room with Loki next to you.

“My dear sister, it might be years before you can summon any magic on your own with any success, unless…” he stands up straight again, dropping his hands to his hips as he thinks.

“What?” you ask, dropping your own hands and relaxing your own stance too.

“I can’t believe I never thought of it before,” he confesses. “There’s someone who might be able to help us. Help you, especially.”

“Really? Who?”

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It takes a few days for Thor to set up the meeting for you. He really wants to stay with you, but you ask him to go. This is something you want to do on your own. You need to develop this skill with your own strength.

Thor can support you from afar.

Even though they’ve all praised you for your bravery and strength in getting Thor back and how it would have been impossible to break Amora’s spell without your sacrifice, you felt useless when it came to anything else.

This is how you can be an asset.

The doors of your sitting room open and you stand up, smoothing the sleek red dress. It puffs out at the skirt a little but the fabric is soft and comfortable since you spend most of your day with your babies.

Estrid curtsies for you and steps back after announcing your guest, “Doctor Stephen Strange, Ma’am.”

He steps through, confident, but looking like he wants to make a good impression.

“Doctor Strange,” you greet and step forward with your hand extended to shake it.

He surprises you by turning it over and giving you a bow and a quick kiss to the knuckles.

“Your Majesty,” he responds, a smile on his lips.

He’s distinguished looking with gray at his temples but he doesn’t look like he should have it. He’s still so young. Not too young.

His clothes are a simple set of trousers and a blazer. Not too formal but not casual either.

“Please, just my name is fine. At least when we’re in private.”

“Very well, just Stephen is fine. All the time,” he chuckles and stands by the seat that you point out before you’re sitting down again and then he takes his own.

“I’m sorry if this was inconvenient for you. From what I understand you’re usually busy protecting New York?” you ask, reaching over to ring a bell on the end table by your seat.

Estrid comes back in, “Tea, please Estrid?”

She curtsies and disappears, shutting the door behind her.

“A bit more than just New York, but I am stationed there,” Stephen agrees.

“Mmm. Loki and Thor tell me that you’re a sorcerer?”

Your probing summons another polite smile from him. It isn’t fake, but it is a little forced. He’s trying to be respectful.

“Your Majesty,” he clears his throat and says your name, “I know that you’ve asked to meet me for a specific reason. I think we can cut through all the small talk. I don’t want to sound insolent but I do have to get back to New York as soon as I possibly can. I’m not supposed to leave it unprotected for long.”

“Right, right.” You nod. “Look, I...you’re human. Loki and Thor and the stupid chick who took Thor seven months ago, they’re Asgardian. Magic is in their blood, you know? And while I was able to get Thor back, I nearly died trying to do it.

“I want to be able to stand a chance against these enemies. Even if all I do is defensive and not offensive, I need to do something. I need to be able to protect my family at the very least and my people if possible. Can you help me?”

Stephen considers you for a bit, watching your eyes specifically before he scoots forward drawing you to lean towards him a bit too.

“You know when I heard that you and Thor were getting married, I wondered how you’d two make it work. You know the whole him living for thousands of years and you only get what? Fifty? Sixty more years?”

This thought was something you tried not to think about. You’d come to terms with your mortality in comparison to Thor’s. He’d be there for you babies and that’s all that matters. You’ve accepted that.

The sitting room door opens again and you see a squirming Tavis in Estrid’s arms. She peeks in sheepishly but moves towards you as you’re already adjusting in your seat to take him.

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, but he’s been inconsolable. I can’t fathom…” she shakes her head, her forehead beading with sweat.

The twins are sweet but they’re also a handful.

“That’s alright, I’ll take him, Estrid.”

You take your squirming son and he settles a little in your lap but as you sit with him facing Stephen, his little hands held in yours as he kicks his feet in frustration, you notice his empty ears.

“Oh, Estrid, his earpieces are gone.”

Estrid rounds to your side and focuses on his ears to see that his hearing aids are indeed missing.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Your Majesty. I didn’t even notice,” Estrid gasps.

“Hey, it’s okay. He probably either tore them out while he was playing or they slipped off somewhere while he was sleeping. He’s just fussy without them, aren’t you my sweet angel?”

You bounce him in your lap and he mumbles and groans, his little cries of frustration echoing around the room.

“I really am so very sorry, Your Majesty,” Estrid curtsies, panicked. She’s so attached and attentive to your babies, you can see how much it bothers her that she didn’t notice.

“Estrid,” you call her back, waiting until she stops and turns to look at you. “Really, it’s okay. I’ve forgotten to check too. And he’s a baby. He won’t remember being bothered by it, okay? Please don’t be upset about it.”

Estrid looks like she wants to argue that she should have noticed but you smile at her and can see her visibly relax.

“Okay?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” she smiles sheepishly. “I’ll just go check in the nursery.”

“Bring me Si as well, Estrid. I’ll need to feed her soon.”

With another curtsy she disappears through the doors.

Stephen watches you with your boy for a bit as you comfort him and when Tavis has settled a little after you press his ear to your chest so that he can hear the vibrations of your voice as you speak, you get back on topic.

“What’s your point, Doctor? Why ask me about that?” you wait, shifting uncomfortably at the sore topic.

“What if I told you that there might be a way that you can….extend your life?”

Your heart flutters, hands start to tingle, and you push yourself to the edge of your seat.

“Wh-what do you mean?” This sounds oddly like the answer to all of your hopes.

“It would take an immense amount of skill. Do you think you could handle training for what might be years of your life?” Stephen watches you, contemplating his offer.

“Is it safe?” you wonder, with your little boy in your arms, you want to make sure that you’ll be okay for him and Si.

“No. But if you learn how to do it, you’ll get your wish. You’ll be able to protect everyone you love.” he promises.

You contemplate his offer for a few long moments, your son squirming in your arms bringing your attention to his vulnerability, the fact that he almost lost you to death with Amora, and how much you want to be there to watch him grow into a man and thrive among his people.

“Can we start after Amora’s trial?” you ask.

Doctor Strange smiles “This is gonna be fun.”

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slutforametalarm · 3 years

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Loki x reader

warnings- mentions of knives, wounds, battle, etc.

You had been born with a rather useful and extraordinary gift. You could heal wounds with a simple touch and a bit of concentration. As soon as you were old enough and had mastered your skills with healing, you applied for a job in the castle. It meant you would be a healer to Odin's soldiers and even the Allfather or the princes themselves.

It was your first day on the job and you were already enjoying it. You'd helped several soldiers with their wounds along with a few ordinary citizens. Already it seemed like a very rewarding job.

"Lady Y/N," a deep voice said from behind you.

You turned around, smiling when you saw Thor. You'd met him several times during your visits to the castle. "Hello, Thor," you greeted with a smile. "How can I help you?"

"Actually, it's my brother who needs help," Thor replied, stepping aside to reveal his younger brother.

Loki was clutching his side, his shirt seemed to be soaked with blood. Thor reached out, offering to help him stand but Loki swatted him away. "I'm hurt, but not helpless," the god of mischief said. "I can stand on my own."

Thor sighed and took a step back away from his brother, shooting you a glance. "Loki was assisting me with the training of one of our new soldiers," he explained.

"That boy isn't fit to hold a weapon," Loki muttered under his breath. "But I'm fine. I don't need any healer." He tried to straighten himself and take a few steps, only to wince in pain and cover his wound with his hand again.

You guide him over to the table, instructing him to sit down, and he reluctantly followed your orders. You reached out with a careful hand, placing it on his side gently. Almost immediately, the pain Loki was in seemed to fade. He let out a small sigh of relief and in minutes the wound was gone without a trace other than a faint scar.

He looked at you, his blue eyes wide in surprise at your power. "Thank you, Lady Y/N," he said. He rose from the table, seeming pleased when there was no pain.

You offered a friendly smile. "You're welcome."

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midgardianweasley · 3 years

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Broken Promises

Thor Odinson x Female!Asgardian reader

Prompt: “I never meant to hurt you”

Angst that ends with some fluff.

Word Count: 1389

Summary: When the Frost Giants break into Asgard’s Weapons Vault, Thor wants to go and protect Asgard from Jotunheim. His girlfriend, Y/N, wants him to stay, knowing King Odin had ordered he not go. However, he goes anyway. (In this imagine, Jane and Thor are just friends, Thor only gets cast out, Jotunheim don’t invade Asgard.)

“Hi Heimdall” you speak, walking up towards the Guardian gatekeeper who was facing the realms, ensuring that no one was getting into or leaving Asgard without permission. “Good evening, Lady Y/N. What brings you here at this time?” He answered, briefly turning to face you before returning to his previous position.

“I couldn’t sleep. It appears to be a regular occurrence nowadays, I’m worried about Thor. Can you see him?” You ask. Since Thor got cast out by King Odin, you couldn’t sleep, your appetite had been disappearing more and more with every meal placed in front of you, you were worried sick. You’d told him not to go, not to start trouble with Jotunheim, knowing it wouldn’t end well for your boyfriend.

“Please Thor, you can’t! you need to let this go, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” You exclaimed, standing by his brother, Loki, who was also trying to convince him to leave things be.

“Let it go? With all due respect Lady Y/N, I simply can’t just stand by while Frost Giants are somehow managing to break into Asgard’s weapons vaults.” Thor turned to you, almost confused at your statement. How could you expect him to just sit back while his Realm could potentially be in danger?

“Thor, listen to me, please.” You slowly walk up to him, taking his face in your hands. “I admire that you want to protect Asgard, truly. And you know I support you in your battles, your desire to keep the realm safe, but this won’t end well for you or the future of Asgard. King Odin said so himself.”

He appeared to be considering your words, trying to bring himself to be rational and listen to reason.

“Okay. Okay Lady Y/N, I won’t go.” He spoke, somewhat irritated by the conclusion.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Upon hearing from Loki that Thor had been cast out, you initially had no idea how to respond. You went through a variety of different emotions. Shock, sadness, anxiety and anger was in the mix too. You understood that he wanted to protect his kingdom, but it ended up doing more damage than good.

“I can, Lady Y/N. He’s been spending time with some midgardians, he appears to be in safe hands.” Heimdall tells you.

“Can you hear what they’re saying? Is Thor happy down there?” you anxiously respond, now pacing back and forth next to the gatekeeper.

“He’s spoken of his missing you. He wants to return home, I believe he’s trying to find a way.” Heimdall speaks, sparking a shimmer of hope within you.

“Wait, he’s trying to return home? I thought he couldn’t unless-”

“Unless I allow him to. Lady Y/N, As much as I would like to help you, King Odin has ordered that he stay in Midgard. I can’t override the King’s orders.” Heimdall now turned to face you.

“But he belongs here, Heimdall! He’s Odin’s son, he’s soon to rule Asgard. He can’t stay down there, he needs to be home, with his family, his friends, me.” You plead, hoping he’ll understand your perspective.

“I’d like to be able to bring Thor back, but the decision does not lie with me. It lies with the King.” Heimdall concludes, beginning to turn back to face the realms. “It’s getting late, I think you should try to get some sleep while it’s still dark.” Sleep. It almost seems like a joke to you. How can you sleep knowing one command is stopping Thor from returning home. Thor may not be in your good books, but that won’t stop you from approaching King Odin the next morning.

“Good morning Lady Y/N, is there something I can do for you?” The King smiles, you feel a little more at ease when he smiles towards you, but you also know it won’t last long when you start to speak, better yet, ramble.

“Good morning Sir, I don’t mean to bother you” you begin, not before respectfully bowing before him. “I know you cast Thor out only a few days ago, and I respect your decisions, but, i can’t help but feel he belongs here. He can’t stay among people who aren’t his home. He needs his family, he made a mistake, he believed he was helping you and proving himself to be worthy. I know he disobeyed you, he broke a promise to me and as much as I disagree with his actions, I feel he will have learned his lesson.” You ramble, only finishing partly due to running out of breathe and to seeing King Odin put his hand up to signal you be quiet.

“I admire your determination, Lady Y/N, however, Thor no longer has a place here in Asgard. If he cannot follow leadership, he cannot be a future leader. He disrespected me and he is being punished.” Odin speaks, gently with with a firm undertone to his voice.

“Sir, I believe he was trying to show leadership by doing what he thought was best, if you’d just let him explain-”

“I don’t need explanations. I need order. I am King of Asgard and if I let my son disobey me, what example does that set for the kingdom? I want this realm protected just as much as Thor does.”

You open your mouth to further try and defend your cast out boyfriend, when Queen Frigga comes in and walks towards Odin and begins to speak into his ear. You stand patiently, awaiting what could be a simple dismissal or potential punishment for daring to question the King’s orders. When the King sighs and nods towards Frigga, he turns to you. He doesn’t smile, but he doesn’t frown either.

“Due to the Queens wishes, Heimdall can bring Thor back” You smile gently. “On the condition that he come straight to me and we will discuss things further, until then, I will inform Heimdall and Thor will return shortly.” you nod eagerly towards King Odin and give a smile towards Frigga, attempting to silently show how grateful you are to her.

~Timeskip~

Thor has been back for a day now, he’s been with his parents since his return. You decided it best to hold back on seeing him, despite how much you missed him to let them have time to speak to one another about his future in Asgard. You walk out of the Library, holding a book in your arms, about to go back to your bedroom, when your met face first with an armoured chest. When you look up, you’re met with a smiling Odinson staring down towards you.

“I see your anxious reading habits haven’t changed upon my dismissal then Darling.” Thor chuckles. You give a simple smile in return before he continues to speak. “I heard about your statements given to my parents, that was awfully brave of you, father was quite taken aback by it.” You nod, before deciding to speak.

“Was it worth it?” you whisper, taking a small step back.

“Your speaking to the King on my behalf?” He questions.

“All of it I believe. Disobeying the King, breaking our promise, returning home.” You say, slightly louder than before, certainly more teary eyed.

“I’m truly sorry Lady Y/N. I never meant to hurt you. I got into my own head, I wanted to prove to my father that I could be the next King of Asgard. But I believe, and you’ve proven, that every King needs to listen to their Queen.” He speaks, closing the gap between us, hesitating, but wiping a stray tear that had fallen down your cheek, despite you trying to stop it.

“Your Queen?” you whispered, slightly stunned by the term.

“If you’ll still have me. Father let me return, but I have a lot more redeeming of myself to do. I wanted to start by making things right with you, if that’s possible.” He spoke, now matching your whispers. You smile towards him. He was right, he had a lot of making up to do, but what mattered most right now, was that he was home. Where he belonged.

“No more breaking promises.” You spoke, meeting his eyes with a little fire behind yours. He nodded towards you before pulling you into a hug.

“No more breaking promises, my love”

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justjams2003 · 8 months

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Sweet Savagery- 8

Paring: Dark!Thor Odinson x Slave!Reader

Summary: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Warnings: Death of loved ones, violence, nightmares, non-con, p in v, degradation. Tell me if I missed any.

Word count: 1.9k+, Unedited

1st Divider by: @firefly-graphics

2nd Divider by: @cafekitsune

Tag list: @torossosebs @steverogersistheguy

~Masterlist~

Part 7~Part 9

"Fuck, pretty girl, how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?" Thor whispers in your ear, his hands grab you by the waist and slot his groin against your bottom.

His whole naked front is pressed up tight against your back. His arms force you further into the stone of the balcony's edge. For once, you actually woke up before Thor. Or perhaps he waited for you? After all his sleep is few and far between.

His kisses are sloppy against your ear and you're sure another night slip will be ruined. "Who's pretty little slut are you?" He mutters, you can feel his hard cock against your back. Rubbing it up and down, you can't help but arch your back in the hope of any sort of attention. "I'm yours," you mutter, leaning into his touch. Baring your neck for him, in hopes he'll kiss you more.

His hot fingers gently lift your night dress over your bottom. "Just look at that. Dripping and wet. Fuck baby, you're eating good." He whispers, and you can feel his cock rub against his folds. You bite your lip, suppressing a moan, the village people are already up and about. And your balcony is very much in view.

His hands strangle their way into your night dress. Cupping your body in his large hands. The parts of your body that make you soft, and feminine, he holds in his brute hands.

Claiming the beauty of his future queen with black and blue bruises. On your hips, on your shoulders, all from a very busy night before. Now they're accompanied by bright red love bites.

Bracing himself on the balcony, he shoved himself deep inside you. A moan escapes your mouth, shocked by it you cover your mouth with your hand. Thor growls in your ear. He then takes both your hands and locks them behind your back. Unable to hold yourself up, you buckle against his body. His large chest fits the mould of your body perfectly.

"Let them hear what a slut you are. Let them hear how happy your king makes you." He grumbled into your ear, increasing his pace. Your face is scrunched up, savouring every pump, every touch, and every kiss.

Some of the peasants have noticed, but his cock is heaven and you don't care if people hear. The whole world could hear at this point, as long as he continues to fuck you like he's doing now.

It doesn't take long for you to reach your finish. And when the knot in your stomach forces your walls to pull Thor tighter, he too unravels. The hot and heavy cum coats your walls. "We'll have an heir in no time," he mutters into your ear, riding out his high. You give a breathy chuckle at this, imagine that. You round with your master's seed, fucked out and needy to be held.

And when your hot bodies are pressed together, sticky with sweat and no longer shivering from the cold, Thor speaks up. "We're departing for England today. You're coming." He commands, not leaving space for argument. Not that you would argue, if he believes it's right then so it is.

The men outside rowing, chant. Screaming out rhythms in a language you do not understand. Heavy boot steps echo through your cabin. The boat sways wildly left and then aggressively right.

You feel lightheaded. Boats haven't bothered you before, but before you hadn't gone through such a big storm. The wind whips around angrily, you can hear the way the boat creaks and groans.

The door swings open, the rain pouring in just for a moment. Until, a very wet, Thor enters and closes the door again. You're sat on the bed, shivering and trying to keep the bile from your throat. Like always, Thor knows exactly how you feel. "Not used to a boat, little dove?" He asks, chuckling as he shrugs off his wet coat.

You can only shake your head. "C'mere." He holds open his arms, and like before you can't refuse crawling into them. And when he does, you instantly feel better. His warm comfort stops the shivering. His sturdy self-grounds you. As if he himself is a rock in the busy storm, a sturdy piece of ground to ease your stomach and your mind.

Thor sits down by the little desk; the chair groans from his size. “I had planned on teaching you to read during this trip. At least just a little English, but it seems my poor little girl doesn’t handle boats well.” He mutters, holding your waist as close as he can to his warm body.

“And it seems, she and the cold don’t mix either.” He chuckles as you snuggle in closer to his body heat.

His thighs are huge, like the size of the tree trunks you can see in the heavy forest by the castle. Not to mention the way he handles your body as if you’re the size of a doll.

Each time he rubs circles on your arms to raise your body heat, the fabric between your thighs causes friction between your groins. You’ve become custom to attention it would seem and a needy whimper escapes your mouth.

He lets out a loud robust chuckle, taking your body and pushing it down on his thick thighs. “So fucking demanding.” He says, watching your every move.

A blush coats your cheeks, and you bite your lip. Embarrassed by the sudden need for touch you’ve developed. Never have you wanted to be fucked. Thor has changed that. Every time you see him, something ignites in you.

“Go on, you fucking slut. So damn needy, go on,” he commands, spreading his legs wide and leaning back against the table. Seeing the bored look on his face, already makes you desperate to please him. You take your bottom lip between your teeth, filled with the shame of doing this in front of him.

He rolls his eyes, “You’re losing your chance, pretty thing. Last chance to make yourself feel good. Or I’ll make sure that pussy of yours is put to good use.” He commands, squeezing your thigh in a warning. Right where he knows one of your bruises are.

You whine in response, not sure what you want. If you want him to use you like a cum-bucket as he usually does, or to spill your juices right here on his thigh.

Thor raises a brow at you, his jaw ticks and you know you’re testing his patience. You brace yourself on his other thigh with your hands. And then, your hips begin to gyrate. The fold of your fabric rubs upright against your clit. The sensitive nub of nerves sparks pleasure through your whole body.

Your hips make circles on his thighs, and Thor has to hold you up by the waist. His thigh are so huge and he smirks seeing the way that you have to keep your eyes from rolling back.

“You look so obscene, fucking yourself right here on my thigh. Like the dirty whore you are.” He comments, his large hands pressed firmly against your smaller ones. His lewd words cause even lewder sounds to escape from your mouth. “God, pretty thing, you like it when I call you such crude words?” All you can really answer is in more moans.

He can tell by the way that hips chase the high faster, and the way you struggle to keep yourself up that your climax is close. He takes you by the waist and pushes you down further on his thigh.

“Cum for me, like the harlot you are.” He commands, grinning when your body begins to shake and it’s quite clear the knot in your stomach has become undone. “Look at that fucking face.” His huge hands grab you by the cheeks, attaching your lips to his in a sloppy and wet kiss.

Spit goes flying between you two. “No one else should get to see this fucking look on your face.” He demands and you must swallow the exhaustion that rises in your throat. You most definitely don’t feel seasick anymore. Your underwear and his pants are soaked in your sticky liquids. You give Thor a sloppy smile and he growls as a reply.

“Feeling better?” He asks wiping the sweat from your forehead. “Much, thank you my Thor.”

Xxxx

That night, when the wind has finally calmed down, when the rain has stopped thundering down and the people rowing had gone to bed, Thor left your room. You almost instantly noticed, your seasickness returning the moment he let go of you. And with careful quiet steps, you follow him.

He’s sitting on the very edge of the boat; you can only see his back. He’s only got his pants on, the cold doesn’t seem to faze him. Meanwhile, you’re dressed in your best winter clothes as well as Thor’s coat.

Coming up close, you can see his eyes are closed and he’s muttering in the language you now recognize but still do not understand.

Suddenly he stops, he seems to take a deep breath, and then those lightning-blue eyes catch yours instantly. “Yes, my love?” He asks, suddenly switching up his demeanour. “Is this what you do, when you do not sleep?” You ask, wrapping Thor’s cloak closer around your body and then sitting down next to him in the same position.

He eyes you, and then without even asking anymore, he scoops you up into his arms. “Only those who can see are allowed to do this ritual.” He explains, guiding your hands so that your palms face up to the sky. “Can I see?” You ask him, your eyes scrutinising his every move.

“You tell me, little dove. Do you hear the language I speak? Do you see the difference in the eyes of the ones that protect you? The strength we carry and wisdom we hold?” Thor mentions the scar across his chest.

And then suddenly it hits you. Have they reached a level of spirituality that many dedicate their life to reach? Or are they chosen by the gods? And why on earth would you be picked to be able to see?

You gulp at his words and refuse to show any reaction. “Close your eyes and repeat.” He commands and speaks words in the language that he knows so well. Except your tongue stumbles over the words, and you’re sure you’ve butchered the language. And then, suddenly, you can see again. But you're certain you did not open your eyes.

Everything is glowing, the waves of the ocean look to be covered in glitter. The stars sparkle in gold like nothing you’ve ever seen before. The boat too looks as though it’s made of solid gold.

A shocked gasp escapes your mouth. You turn to Thor to make sure you haven’t fallen asleep. Except he too, is such a breathtaking sight. Tears form in your eyes at his beauty. Even breathing feels almost orgasmic.

He speaks his native tongue and yet somehow you understand it exactly. “I cannot explain if you do ask. The gods will smite me.” It’s all he can say if you are to judge his words at face value. “Now, open,” Thor whispers and you obey. You feel your mortal form open your eyes and then, it all fades away. Nothing glitters in gold, and everything feels so dull.

“Every time we make love, I see the world like so. This is why you are mine. You have what I crave, what I need. And in time, my love, you will see as I do.” And with that, his mouth connects with yours. And for just a second, you can see the sparkles dance once more.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years

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Love Is Not Forced ~ 35

MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 1,550ish

Summary: King Steven wakes up. Y/N and Steven plan for the wedding.

NOTES: This is the last chapter of this series. I have no words that can fully explain how much the love this series has gotten, has meant to me. Thanks so much for everything. One shot requests for this series are open, if you wish to see anything else. Thanks again, for everything!

They waited in the Princess’ room all through the night and well into the morning. They were all restless, pacing continuously, besides the Princess. Y/N had yet to get out of bed since being put there. She was too terrified to move. It was almost afternoon when the doctors arrived.

“The King lost a lot of blood,” the head doctor spoke. “But we believe that with much rest, he will be fine.”

“Really?” Y/N breathed out.

“Yes, Your Highness. You may visit him if you like.”

No one could stop Y/N from jumping out of bed and rushing out of the room. She was faster than they believed she could be after that long, restless night. But no one was going to stop her from seeing the King. She froze in the doorway, a whimper sounding from her lips. Steven looked worse than he had yesterday, but he was clearly breathing steady breaths. She slowly moved over to him, sitting down in the chair beside his bed. She carefully took his hand, moving her head down to place a kiss on the back of it.

“I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry…”

Y/N stayed by his side for days. Only moving when she needed to bathe or change. Food and drink was brought to her, and the doctors and nurses understood that they had to work around her. As she sat by Steven’s side, she read, wrote letters to her her family, and began wedding planning. It was in the early hours of day three when Steven finally woke up. He was greeted by the site of Y/N sitting at his side, writing. He imagined falling asleep and waking up to that every day.

“My darling,” Steven croaked.

Y/N’s head snapped up. “Oh, Steven.” She set her things down and moved closer to him. “You’re finally awake.”

“Are you sure? Cause… I think I died and went to heaven… there’s an angel at my side…”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Oh my, you did lose a lot of blood… that being said, how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay… And I’ll get better, as long as you’re by my side.”

“Always.”

Y/N sent for more of her things to be brought to Brooklyn, explaining to her Father that she wasn’t leaving until Steven was fully healed. She cared for Steven, diligently. Learning out to change his wraps, feeding him, helping him move. When he got stronger, she joined him for walked around the castle until he was strong enough to walk down to the beach. While they walked, they talked of their future, mainly the wedding. It took about two months for Steven to return to his full strength. In that time, almost all of Y/N’s things had been moved to the castle in Brooklyn and the wedding had been planned.

It took place almost another month after Steven was healed. All the kingdoms were invited to attend. The castle was bursting with movement all the time. People bringing gifts, cleaning rooms, preparing food. Then a few days before the wedding, the guests began to arrive. Beginning with the royal families from each kingdom. King Anthony couldn’t keep his mouth shut about how excited he was for his daughter to wed. But in his heart, he was scared to let her go. Upon arriving, King T’Challa asked to speak with the Princess alone. She led them to the beach.

“I wanted to talk to you, Princess,” T’Challa started, “just to share my congratulations. And how proud I am of you. Since I have met you, you have been met with unsurmountable difficulties. But you have handle them with more grace than anyone thought was possible.”

The Princess stopped, causing T’Challa to stop as well. She pulled him into her arms. “Thank you, T’Challa. For always believing in me.”

The night before the wedding, Y/N was too nervous to sleep. She found her way to the beach, with the guards knowing that she was there this time. She fiddled with her fingers as she watched the waves crash against the shore line.

“Getting cold feet, my darling?” Steven’s voice sounded behind her.

“Not at all,” she answered, leaning into him as he wrapped his arms around his waist. “Just nervous… what are you doing out here?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Figured that if you felt the same, I would find you out here.” The stood together in silence, watching the waves, until Steven spoke up again. “Why are you nervous?”

“All the people. And… and the thought of something bad happening tomorrow… I guess… I guess I just wish that it could be the two of us and whoever we chose to preform the ceremony.”

“What if it can be just the two of us?” Steven moved so that he was standing beside Y/N. “We can make promises right here, right now. Just the two of us as people in love. Then tomorrow can be for everyone else, the political way.” He grabbed her hands, turning her to face him. “But tonight, let’s have it be just us.”

“Who could we get at this time of night? And who as the authority?”

“I know just the person.”

Leaving Y/N on the beach, Steven quickly found T’Challa and asked him to preform a small ceremony. T’Challa quickly agreed and followed Steven to the beach.

“T’Challa?” Y/N wondered, as the men walked onto the beach.

“Steven has asked me to preform a small ceremony,” T’Challa explained. “It would be my honor.”

Steven and Y/N moved to stand right next to the water, with T’Challa on the sand. They grabbed onto each other’s hands, looking lovely into each other’s eyes.

“We have gathered here tonight to bind two souls in love,” T’Challa began. “Two souls who have not had the easiest lives or the easiest time with love. But who have fought for what they wanted, and succeeded in getting it. Now, Steven, do you have some words to share with Y/N?”

“My darling, our story didn’t start out easy,” Steven said, gently. “Mostly due to me. And I will never be able to apologize enough for the pain I have caused you. That is why I want to spend my days with you, serving you, making that pain up to you. I long to do everything in my power to make you smile everyday. I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world.” A tear slipped down Steven’s cheek. “To cherish you every second of every day. To always show you how much I care. I promise that you will be the first thing and last thing on my mind everyday. Tonight, I vow to protect you always and forever and, if we are blessed with children, to protect them until my last breath. And finally, I promise to love you past the end of our days.”

“Y/N? Anything you’d like to share with Steven?”

“You were always there,” Y/N said, trying to not to cry. “Even when I didn’t want you there, you never left my side. And now, here on this beach that I fell in love with you on, I promise to you that I will always be at your side. That I will be your listening ear when you need and your hand to hold. I promise that I will always try and make up for the pain that I have caused you. The pain that you went through in trying to be by my side. I promise be the one you wake up to in the middle of the night, when you can’t sleep, or in the morning after a good night of rest. I promise to never take you for granted and to always honor you. I promise to bear your children and rise them to be as kind and gentle as their father.” Y/N failed to keep the tears at bay. “And lastly, I promise to love you each and every day until well past the end of our days.”

“Well then, Steven, do you take this woman to be your wife?”

“I do,” he smiled at Y/N.

“And do you, Y/N, take take this man to be your husband?”

“I do,” she grinned at Steven.

“Then by the power and authority given to me by the crown, I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Steven pulled Y/N into him, allowing their lips to collide in a passion neither of them had felt before. T’Challa smiled, slipping away to give the lovebirds some time alone. As she and Steven made out on the side of the beach, waves crashing onto their feet, Y/N realized that there was no place she’d ever want to be. Standing in the safety Steven’s arms, on the beach where she fell in love with him. When they finally pulled away, they were all smiles. They knew nothing could go too far tonight, but they were okay with just being alone in each others arms. Tomorrow could be for everyone else. For tonight, tonight was made for just the two of them. Just two people in love.

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frostgiant4life · 4 years

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The young prince

⁣(1?) You knew you would get in trouble if you was seen by the guards, but the second you saw him you forgot all about it. The smirk he send you from across the room sent chills down you spine in anticipation for what to me. For him you was most likely just another one to keep him warm at night, but got you was the prince of Asgaard so much more. The live music and roars of laughter filled the air, but you could have sworn you heard him whisper your name. Thor as usual was the center of attention, telling tales about their adventures. Which meant that nobody likely saw Loki gesturing for you to come close, or the fact that though your brain told you not to do it, you still felt yourself walk across the room towards him. For who had ever been able to say no to the dark haired young prince with the magic hands when he called upon you? Certainly not you, a thing you always cursed yourself out for when you was sneaking out of his chamber the next morning. He reaches out his hand and at this point by instinct you let him swirl your closer, now pressed up against his chest. He leaned down, his cold breath giving you goosebumps as he whispered. “How about we go somewhere a little more private.” His fingers slide down your arms until they entangle with your own and he lead you away from the festivities.

—Now, it’s been wayyyyy to long since I been working on fanfic due to working on a original story. But if you guys will like to see more of my crappy writing don’t hesitate to ask ✍🏽🧐 (otherwise I might so I don’t bombard you with cringe worthy material 😂 ) hope you all staying safe and keeping hydrated!

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A Wife for Thor Pt.29

The Golden Arrow

09/04/2021

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 6,204

Warnings: language, violence, danger, blood, jealousy, character death, angst, TW blood

A/N: This chapter! I swear, it’s gonna kill me. Anywho, not much to say except I hope y’all enjoy! Lots of small good things and some big big big things. Let me know what y’all think! If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work. xoxo

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The trek through Nornheim isn’t easy. In full armor it’s even more difficult.

Your Asgardian companions and Steve are fine and make the journey easily from city to city.

Although, city is a term used loosely in this sense. Most of these inhabited places, while beautiful, are more rustic and the buildings are made of thick trunk and root fibers that are pulled from the massive trees around them and shaped to grow in certain ways.

The coolest ones are the ones on the outside that overlook the waters below. They’re shaped like mushrooms growing on tree bark but you can see light and movement inside the openings that are windows and doorways. Wooden platforms and bridges connect all of the higher buildings to those on the lower levels and the docks for boats line the perimeter.

You’ve never seen anything like Nornheim. The entire world is green and murky. The smell is thick but fresh at times. It reminds you of that earthy smell right as it starts to rain when the first drops hit the soil and the smell of an old building left to age and decay.

While there are a few areas where you can walk on solid ground like the spot you’d camped in when you’d woken up, most of the planet seems to be covered in water. It’s marshy with trees so tall you can’t see the canopy, only the diffused pale light that seeps down from the sky above.

Lush green surrounds you along with the thick and sturdy wood of the trees. Moss grows on massive snaking roots that had actually been your bed when you’d woken up here.

“You should wait out here with Her Majesty,” Sif tells Steve and Bruce, who is the only other person that’s been struggling with the unfamiliar terrain.

“More than happy to,” Bruce says and moves to sit down on the mossy trunk that you’ve all been taking a break on for the past hour.

Like you, Bruce is a little overwhelmed with being on a completely different planet.

“She’ll be safe,” Steve nods, then reaches down to offer you his hand.

Irritated, you look at Sif and Loki who sit across from you in the boat you’d just climbed back into expecting to head into the city in the distance. There’s a large split in the massive trunk and you can see a fire raging within as the sky above grows darker and the lights in the mushroom houses windows come to life.

“Why can’t I come?” you whine, not liking being left behind.

Hearing the information they get with your own ears gives you comfort.

“Let’s be cautious,” Loki warns. “The trolls in the last settlement nearly started a riot.”

He’s right, obviously. The natives are huge humanoid beings with skin that varies from a pale green to a dark olive in tone. They have massive horns that stick out of the top of their heads that jut out forward and then suddenly curl upwards. They remind you a little of Loki’s helmet horns. From their mouths protrude two sharp tusk-like things that you aren’t sure if they’re teeth or not.

They all wear earthy toned armor with bones crafted into their belts onto jewelry like thick necklaces, bracers, and weapons although the obvious soldiers wear metal armor over their bulging muscles.

They look very tribal to you, with tattoos in stunning white ink. You’ve found yourself often wondering what the patterns on their skin means. Do their tattoos have special meanings?

While they are scary at times, like at the last stop when they’d taken offense to you as a Midgardian for some reason, you still would prefer to be there.

They’ll be a little more resistant to attack if just us Asgardians go in.”

Your mouth pops open and the weight of his words surprises even you. You set your jaw though, and frown.

“I am Asgardian,” you huff quietly, hating the implication that you aren’t.

Loki blinks, realizing he’s hurt your feelings before moving to sit closer. He takes your hand and places the other over it.

“Of course you are, but you are also human and the Nornheim populace can smell that. You are weak in strength and these trolls only respond to strength. I didn’t mean anything by it, I’m sorry.”

His apology only helps a little and you look at Steve who still has his hand extended out for you. You reach out and take it, pulling yourself out of the boat carefully.

Once out you go to Bruce and sit on the soft moss beside him, back to the boat, Loki and his rude Asgardians only attitude.

He calls your name, realizing maybe your feelings are hurt more seriously than he thought, but you don’t turn. You’re already worried about Thor and how long this is taking, though Sif has assured you that it hasn’t even been two days yet.

Almost, but not yet.

“Come on, Loki, the faster we go the faster we can be back,” Sif urges him and it sounds like she has to physically pull him away before he budges.

It takes only a few minutes for them to be out of earshot.

Finally you turn to look after them and find Loki glancing back every now and then.

“I’ll scout the area, Your Majesty,” Heimdall tells you gently and you watch him go, disappearing into the green and brown around you.

“He didn’t mean anything by it, you know?” Bruce says, his voice tired from staying up so long. "Not that I'm some sort of Loki expert. He and have never really seen eye-to-eye, but from what I've seen, you bring out the best in him."

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh. “I’m a little sensitive right now, I guess.”

“That’s understandable.” Steve says, propping his shield up against a really big tree knot in the wood beneath you. “We’ve been at it non-stop since we left the campsite. Sleeping on a boat probably isn’t very comfortable either.”

“I’ve slept okay,” you shrug.

“That makes one of us,” Bruce sighs.

Both you and Steve look at Bruce.

“They’ll probably be a while, Bruce. Why don’t you take a nap?” Steve offers, moving to sit down across from you and lean up against his shield.

“Yeah, I think I will. Will you two be okay?”

“Yeah, of course. Get some rest,” Steve urges him.

Bruce lays down where he’s sitting and turns his back on both of you. A minute later and his breathing is slow and steady.

“Being Hulk really takes it out of him, huh?”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, “More mentally than physically.”

“I know how he feels. Having two identities? Not really belonging to either anymore?” you nod.

“I think you’ve done a fantastic job as Queen of Asgard. I think Thor does too. And from what I’ve seen of the Asgardian people’s response to you, even they’re happy with their Queen.”

“I’m not saying I don’t enjoy the position. I’m privileged to be Queen, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy. Sometimes I just wish me and Thor were a regular couple with no crowns. I wish we were both going to live and die together.

“Not that I’m saying I want him to die! I guess, I just wish I could always be with him. Married to him, I mean. I wish I didn’t have to grow old and die and leave him and Tavis and Kasi alone.”

“You’re talking as if you’re already dead,” Steve says, disapproval in his voice. “Or like you’re expecting not to make it home.”

He’s chastising you.

“I’ll do anything to get Thor back. Even give my life to get those babies back with their daddy,” you sigh.

“That's what we're here for, right?. And we’ll get you back home to those babies too. They need their mom just as much, if not more than they do their dad,” Steve points out.

“Not my twins. They’ll need Thor more than me, no question. They’re going to be special. Like him. Like Loki. I know that my love for them means a lot. Of course it does. I’m not stupid. But Thor understanding how their Asgardian side works is going to be essential in raising them. They’re special. Just like their daddy.”

Steve stares at you for a few moments, eyes narrowed as he tries to understand you.

Finally, he looks away and reaches up to unbuckle his helmet. He slips it off and runs his fingers and hand through his messed hair, scratching at itches he must be feeling.

“Have you always been this practical?” Steve’s question catches you off guard and you blink, thinking for a second of the life you’ve lived so far.

“I grew up in a school that was really just an orphanage with no one and nothing. I guess you could say practicality has always meant more than sentimentality. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel things. I just...I tend to wonder if what I’m doing or what needs to be done is necessary or if it’s an emotional decision.

“I think before I act. Usually. I weigh my options and the consequences of said actions. I know it’s probably too calculated and maybe even cold, but it’s what’s kept me going all these years.

“When I left Thor at the beginning of my pregnancy-”

“You left Thor?!” Steve gasps, training you with confused but curious storm blue eyes.

He didn't know?

"Well, Yeah. Jane lied and told him she was pregnant, but she wasn't. I didn't tell him I was because I didn't want him to have to choose me. And he told Loki he'd get an annulment and I kinda lost it for a bit."

"Wait," Steve blinks, holding his hand up to slow you down. "Jane did what?!"

“You didn’t know?” you wonder, a little shocked by his own surprise.

“No, absolutely not.”

“Oh, I figured you’d have seen the articles about us and stuff,” you give him a small shrug and lean back on your hands.

“I-I thought I saw a few tabloids but I didn’t-I mean, they always post things about us and with you and Thor just getting married I figured there was bound to be tons of rumors and speculation floating around. I never thought that any of it would be true.”

“Yeah, well, we have a mole in the palace so a lot of those headlines were actually pretty accurate. Well, except for the whole Loki being the father of my babies and all that. I don’t know why people would say that. Loki’s my brother.”

Surprisingly, Steve smiles.

“So, I take it you banning Jane from New Asgard wasn’t a rumor?”

You scoff, amused by the question and how some people might not believe your royal edict. “Definitely not. I don’t want her near my family. Granted, now that I know that Amora was influencing her in a way, the desire to get between me and Thor was real. It was already there for Jane before Amora started poking at her.

“And I don’t want to seem ungracious or mean-?”

Steve nods, indicating he understands the point you’re trying to make.

“-But I can’t forget that. I can’t just forgive her for everything she did. She nearly broke me and Thor up for good. He was going to leave me-”

You stop talking as your throat tightens and tears sting at your eyes.

Steve’s worry is etched across his face and he sits up straighter as he leans towards you to place a hand on your shoulder to offer some comfort.

“I didn’t trust Thor anymore. And while some of that is Thor’s fault, if Jane hadn’t pretended to be pregnant then Thor would have never thought to leave me and I wouldn’t have overheard him wanting an annulment and things would have just kept going the way they were. We were good, Steve. Thor and I were so good.

“From the beginning, things just started to fall into place and maybe it was too easy? Maybe Jane and Amora is the universe telling us that what we have shouldn’t come so easy? But it does. And I will fight to keep my family together even if I have to kill an Asgardian witch to do it.”

Steve’s small frown curls upwards into a smile. Your reflection in his eyes shows a strong woman, determined, and fearless despite the huge amount of it weighing down your chest.

Sure you aren’t afraid to face Amora but losing Thor? That’s a fear you’ll never get over.

“That’s why we’re here,” Steve promises, squeezing your shoulder once. “We’re here to help you fight for your family. Whatever it takes.”

A wave of relief calms your nerves a little and you relax back against the knot again.

All at once your exhaustion catches up to you and you blink slowly as the heavy wet smell of the planet dulls your senses to anything else.

The warm breeze that suddenly wraps itself around you lulls you further and you’re not sure what’s happening exactly but you’re almost sure that Steve is laying you down carefully.

As consciousness begins to slip away, you hear Bruce rustle awake beside you.

“I guess the stress and lack of sleep finally caught up with her?”

“Yeah,” Steve says with a small amused chuckle. “She’s a firecracker. I think she’s perfect for Thor.”

“Mmm,” Bruce says in what sounds like the affirmative. “She does keep him on his toes but she also grounds him. He was always flying off into space. With her around, it feels like he’s finally settled.”

"Family will do that to you. Tony's probably going to leave us soon too. He and Pepper have been spending a lot of time up at the cabin."

Their voices fade into whispers as unconsciousness pulls you deeper and deeper into what turns out to be restless sleep.

Several times you feel strong hands steady you as you turn over again and again.

Once you actually open your eyes as those same strong hands hold your shoulders down lightly.

“You okay?” a deep voice asks and you see that Steve is kneeling next to you looking down at you with concern.

All you do is mumble something incoherent and turn over onto your side and fall back into unsettling darkness.

Then all at once you sit up, searching for something, and it’s like you were never asleep. You’re wide awake.

“Are you angry with me still?”

Loki’s gentle voice pulls your attention to him sitting directly across from you. A quick glance around tells you that the rest of your party has gone into the city probably for supplies.

“I wasn’t angry,” you huff, trying to sit up and get comfortable in your armor again.

Someone had removed your breastplate, plackart, and pauldron while you’d slept, leaving them in a small pile beside you. You reach over to pull them closer and get them back on.

“I’m sorry if what I said hurt you,” Loki continues, scooting closer so that his bent legs are beside yours. “I only meant that you are the weakest physically among us and the trolls can sense that. It’s best not to antagonize them if possible. Thor would not forgive me if harm came to you while we’re here. And I could never forgive myself either.”

You really don’t want to forgive him but it’s Loki and you know damn well that he didn’t mean to hurt you. So, like it’s easier than breathing, you forgive him and hold out your pauldron for him.

“I can’t reach the strap,” you confess and scoot closer.

Loki smiles and adjusts and quickly helps you get the rest of your armor on.

Both of you are standing as the last strap of your breastplate is secured and the rush of water being pushed as the boat returns with the rest of your group draws your attention.

“We’ve got enough food for the trip and some blankets,” Sif says, calling out to Loki as the boat stops beside the large root.

“What trip?” you look from her to Loki as Steve steps off of the boat and moves towards you, offering his hand again to help you into the boat this time.

“A few of the locals have seen an Asgardian woman with blonde hair escaping to an abandoned settlement about half a day’s journey North. It isn’t much to go on but it’s something,” Heimdall tells you.

With urgency you take Steve’s hand and let him help you into the boat. Loki follows after you and sits beside you as Hogun, Fandral, Sif, and Volstagg take up the oars again and begin to row. Heimdall planted at the front of the boat to see any danger that might loom ahead.

The faster you can leave behind this beautiful but claustrophobic planet, the better. Preferably, and honestly only, with Thor in tow.

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“Don’t stop running!”

Gasping for breath you push your legs faster. You’ve never been the type to work out much but your sword training had given you exercise. After having the twins, you’d fallen back into inactivity aside from what your babies needed and you’re paying for it as the roaring sound of Amora’s magic chases you through the abandoned and calcified wood of this abandoned village.

Your feet stall as a swooping axe comes swinging down towards you from the ceiling. You hold up your arms, the Asgardian steel of your bracers taking the impact of the hit that sends you up off of your feet and crashing to the ground with a clatter as you break several clay pots where you land.

You’ve only there for a moment before Loki’s hands are scrambling to help you to your feet. His breathing is just as labored as your own and as the axe swings back down towards you, he pulls you behind him and holds his hands up stopping the weapon’s momentum.

His hands shake as green magic seeps from him and the weapon disintegrates before your eyes.

There isn’t even a moment for you to comprehend the skill behind his magic because he’s pulling you up and urging you forward again.

“Go, keep running.”

“Where is he Loki?” you demand as you race forward as fast as your already exhausted legs can carry you.

Beneath you the ground gives way, wood crackling into sharp edges as you suddenly fall through one, two, three floors before you land hard once again but with a second body to cushion your fall.

In fact, you realize that you’ve been caught as Steve places you on your feet and gives you a quick look over, “You alright?”

You look up at the holes above and see Loki peeking down, “Keep going! Two lefts, four rights, then two more lefts. Go!”

The trees around you are trembling, shaking with traps and enchantments.

Amora made this place as dangerous as she possibly could and your party is struggling as they fight their way through the abandoned treetop village.

“Come on,” Steve urges and with you runs but is then distracted as two large trolls come barrelling through a doorway just as you reach the first turn.

“I’m not stopping!”

Steve only grunts as he launches himself towards the trolls, his shield absorbing the impact of their spears and blows as he maneuvers around them trying to subdue them.

He’s not fast enough so you leave him behind, luckily taking the attention of the trolls away from you as you take that first left.

The first curving hallway is empty and you take the second left confidently, finding this straight shot also empty of obstacles.

Your heart dares to be a little smug at the ease with which you’re making your way towards Thor but then you take the first right and the hallway begins to spin before you.

Gasping, you stop, afraid to step forward as it corkscrews the doorways and bark of the tree curling and spinning endlessly making your brain fuzzy and your stomach churn dizzily.

“It’s not real,” you tell yourself, chanting the words over and over as you blink rapidly, tears always at the point of falling with the amount of frustration and fear coursing through you. “It’s not fucking real.”

It feels like your legs are weight down so heavily or perhaps glued to the floor because no matter how much you say it, your mind won’t let you step forward.

This can’t be happening! You’re so close. Thor is here. He’s waiting for you to rescue him. Your little ones are waiting for their daddy to come home to them.

It’s the image of your babies that gives you strength. It’s the fact that they’re waiting for you at home to bring their father back that finally lifts your foot from the ground to take that momentous step forward.

Something else must be keeping you rooted because it feels like you’re pulling against an elastic band to pull your leg up, grunting with the effort. Sweat beads along your forehead until finally your foot drops onto the ground and with a wave of relief, all of the immense pressure holding you back disappears and the hallway before you straightens out.

You take another step and this one is easier. Then another. Then you’re running back along the hallway taking the next right into a large room with a high curved ceiling.

It’s scary, not knowing what’s waiting beyond because you know that something is. You take a step and like the floor above where you left Loki, the ground gives way crumbling into splinters. You jump ahead to a spot that looks more stable and teeter precariously along the edge.

Looking down behind you, down below there is nothing but a fall to your death and no Loki around to save you this time.

Just as you’re about to take another step forward the ground all around you begins to crumble leaving large platforms where roots connect and hold the floor up weakly but they’re too far for you to reach.

You back up as much as you can because you know you can’t stay where you are. You take the leap, holding your breath as the ground continues to crumble and the walls shake and you’re not going to make it!

You’re still two feet short of your jump and you feel the weight of your body pulling you down into the chasm. In your heart you grieve for Thor and your babies and wish you’d been stronger for them.

If you’d had your own magic, if that had even been a remote possibility, maybe you would have been able to save your family but instead you fall and the tears threatening at the edges of your eyes finally spill.

You’re hit out of the air painfully but what feels like a large heavy boulder.

Hands grasping around blindly as your eyesight is shocked white.

You blink, gripping along hot thick muscle and as your sight clears you see green.

“Hulk?” you gasp, once terrified of the enormous monster but he’s holding you only slightly ungently.

You can feel how careful he is not to crush you but he’s also not supporting your back or neck so as he jumps from platform to platform your body is whipped back and forth.

He lands with a crash on each remaining spot supported by their fragile roots and they start to fall apart just as his weight settles.

As both your weight pulls you both down with gravity, he leaps to the next spot effectively closing the distance between you and the doorway in the distance.

Six more jumps and the last one he barely manages to push himself away from the bark before landing with a crunch of wood at the opposite end.

Hulk puts you down and huffs in annoyance. He meets your eyes and looks as if he’s about to say something but suddenly he shoves you back roughly and you fly through the doorway and hit the wall beyond, crumbling to the floor now breathless from the impact.

You look for Hulk, scrambling on your hands and knees weakly to see into the large room but the floor he’d been standing on is gone and below you can hear more breaking wood as he probably digs his hands into the side of the large inner trunk to get his grip back.

Alone again, you hurry to your feet and press your hand to your ribs over your breastplate which feels broken. It gives way and with a hiss you take your hand away as metal pierces into the leather beneath.

Even if it hasn’t stabbed you yet, it’s sharp enough to scratch at you.

Was it Hulk that broke your chest piece?

You don’t give yourself enough time to wonder as you hurry forward, limping the first few steps before you break out into a steadier run. Soon you're racing through the twisting tree again, turning right again. Then again. And one last right brings you to a new stop.

You can’t keep stopping!

Even though you know it’s a bad idea, you hurry forward and do your best to dodge the traps Amora has set up.

You duck under curling blades and scythes set to fall and swing at you from the sides. A barrage of glimmering arrows hit the broken side of your armor before one slips through and pierces your side.

You scream, ducking as another spinning blade slides out of the wall to the left then roll as another rises at an angle from the right.

Hitting the wall you groan as the wound from the arrow burns. You decide not to pull it because you don’t know how and also you know that you might very well bleed to death.

So, with a hand wrapped around the arrow’s base at the entry point you force yourself to your feet and race on.

The last left that you take stops abruptly before a large doorway. Breath heaving, you close the gap and push the heavy door open.

Swirling gold and green light washes over you as you step into the low arched room. It’s long and at the far end at the foot of a throne made of twisting thorny branches, roots, and jade green vines you can see your reason for coming.

Thor sits at her feet, shoulders slumped as he gently massages her slender foot. She’s dressed just as she was in New Asgard, her legs made to look longer by the tights she wears, her tall boots set aside to give Thor access to her feet.

She’s got her leg draped over his shoulder and you forget you’ve got your hand wrapped around the arrow piercing your side and squeeze making yourself flinch and stumble a step forward.

“Oh, no,” Amora grieves. “Are you alone? How disappointing. It’s almost as if someone purposefully separated you from your party in order to get you alone to finish you off. And you stroll right in willingly?”

She chuckles, amused that her plan worked.

She reaches down and caresses Thor’s head like he’s some dog for her to pet.

“Thor,” you call gently, not having the strength for volume.

Thor doesn’t acknowledge your presence. Instead he looks up at Amora who slides down to sit on the lower step of her throne so that she can slip her arm around his neck as he leans in to nuzzle behind her ear.

The pain in your chest has nothing to do with the wound to your side and your mind goes into a frenzy of self doubt and jealousy.

“Let him go,” you order, glaring at the blonde enchantress with pure hatred.

Thor would never be doing that on his own. Not with you standing right here. Not with the twins at home waiting.

Amora laughs, “Am I supposed to obey? This is where he belongs. With me. As he always has.”

“He belongs with his people and his children.”

“I’ll give him more children.”

“Like fuck you will, stupid bitch. Let my husband go!”

You rush her but with a flick of her hand a wall of golden energy rises between you and as you hit it just a few feet away, it shimmers in green.

“Such crass language is not befitting of a Queen of Asgard. See, it’s necessary for me to step in and intervene. I will have the Asgardians brought to Nornheim and we can all live here, where we always should have and then Thor’s marriage to you will be unnecessary.

“He won’t be your husband anymore and he can finally be free to be with me.” The sickly sweet smile she gives you grosses you out and you spit at the barrier between you smearing it with blood.

The sight of it shocks you slightly because you hadn’t realized you were bleeding from your mouth.

You swallow and taste the rusty copper then look down at the arrow in your chest.

“Oh, my,” Amora lilts, running her fingers along the back of Thor’s head. “Did you get hit by one of my arrows? What a shame. You’ll have only minutes to live now. They were enchanted. Your insides will slowly cease to function and I assume by now you must have trouble breathing?”

Almost as if on cue, you gasp and cough a bit, struggling to draw in some air.

“Let him go,” you order her again.

Amora smiles widely.

“Why? You’re hardly worthy.”

“Fuck you,” you spit again, this time to get your mouth clear of some of the pooling blood. “I just endured your Indiana Jones bullshit fun house and I’m still standing.”

“Barely,” Amora shakes her head. “Do you really think you can take him back?”

“Yes,” you swallow thickly, your body getting weaker by the second.

“Fine,” Amora gets up, pushing Thor back to extricate herself from him and she takes a few steps away from him before waving her hand.

The wall falls away and you stumble your way forward quickly as Thor gets to his feet looking confused as Amora leaves him there.

He starts to follow her but you reach him and plant yourself between them, your hands grabbing his large forearms.

He looks at you, Thor’s electric blue dulled and in its place a sheen of green.

He’s under her spell.

Your heart gives a relieved stutter and you latch yourself to him desperately.

“Thor,” you smile at him, knowing the sight is probably ghastly with all the blood coating your teeth in red. “Puppy, it’s me. Can you hear me?”

“Let go,” Thor says, deep voice even but monotone.

He doesn’t sound like himself even if it is his voice speaking.

“I can’t, puppy. We made vows, remember? I promised to protect you. I’m keeping my word,” you cough, spilling blood onto his front.

You groan, your body beginning to fall to pieces.

Thor looks up at Amora and he stares, a forced look of desire overtaking his face.

“You remember on our wedding day that I had nothing to offer you? I had no banner, no house, no sword? You gave me all those things, Thor. You gave me a house and a banner and you gave me my swords. You gave me babies, two beautiful, perfect angels.”

Amora scoffs and you have to force yourself to ignore her slight at your Tavis.

“Oh, dear, she says. He doesn’t look convinced.”

Ignoring her, you shut her out of your head completely. For right now it has to be only you and Thor in this room. You reach up and turn him to look at you, meeting his spelled eyes with your own, searching for the Thor you married.

“I p-promise to honor our union until my death in battle and beyond,” you whisper to him. “And if I die right now Thor, all I hope is that you come back home to our babies. I’ll die happy knowing that you’re with them and that I kept my promise.

“Even if we struggled, even when our hearts ached, I have cherished and loved you every day we’ve been married. I promised you that I would until the day I died. And I have. I love you so much, Thor.”

The tears spilling from your eyes mix into the small trickle of blood spilling from the corner of your lip.

In Thor’s eyes there’s a slight shift of the green, a small flare of bright blue.

Is he coming back to you? Can you save him for your little ones before you die?

You grab onto his shoulders and pull yourself up towards him, twisting your hand into the hair on the back of his head and force him down until you press your lips against his own.

He frowns, resisting for a moment as you hook your hands behind his neck.

You pull back to speak, your lips still brushing his, “I love you, Thor.”

You kiss him again, and this time Thor’s hands take hold of your hips.

You’re losing strength but you must up as much as you can to keep that kiss in place. You fist his shirt, holding on as tightly as you can.

“Stop,” Amora growls, her footsteps stomping towards the two of you.

“Thor,” you beg, desperate to wake him up before she can reach the two of you.

Thor’s eyes flash blue, electric white light blinding you as you stare into his eyes. His hands grip your hips tightly, squeezing you to him.

Amora is just over your shoulder and Thor’s electrified eyes turn to her. He shouts and holds out his fist towards her and burning lightning comes flying from him, scorching her up into the air and against the far wall.

You fall against him now, too weak to hold yourself up anymore. Thor’s arm wraps around your waist but he falls with you to the floor, pulling you as far away from Amora as he can.

“Thor,” you call for him, reaching up to caress his cheek. You ignore the smear of blood on his lips where you kissed him.

Even though his face is contorted with anguish as he settles you onto the floor carefully, crouching by you as he supports your back, the beautiful sight of him is one you don’t mind dying to.

“I’m here, my cherub. I’m here,” he gushes.

He looks at your armor, finding the break and the arrow poking through.

“It’s enchanted,” you tell him quietly, coughing a little as blood pools in your mouth and seeps out of the corners of your mouth. “I didn’t want to p-pull it out in case I bled out but it-it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Where’s Loki?” Thor growls.

“Thor,” you grasp his shirt. “You have to get back to the babies. They’ll need you.”

“Don’t talk like that, Cherub. We’ll be going home together.”

There’s a rumble beneath your feet and suddenly the floor explodes. Wooden splinters and stone rain down over you while Thor shields you as best he can with his body.

The familiar roar feels like salvation as Hulk lands nearby.

Thor shifts and points towards the spot where Amora had been laying only to see her gone.

“Find her, Hulk!”

Hulk huffs but chases after the streak of blonde hair escaping through a side door.

From the hole crawls Heimdall, searching with the calmest panic you’ve ever seen on anyone. He spots you and drops to his knees beside you.

“The arrow is enchanted,” Thor tells him.

You’re gasping for air, starting at Thor because if you die, you want his face to be the last thing you see.

“I can get her home,” Heimdall tells Thor.

“I’m not leaving her side. Get Loki here,” Thor orders, “I need him to break whatever enchantment is on her.”

Thor thrusts his hand into the air behind him and he waits.

“I’ll fetch him here,” Heimdall says and disappears back into the hole in the floor.

Thor turns his attention back towards you.

“I c-can’t b-breathe,” you tell him, wheezing for air.

“Hold on for me, cherub. You cannot give in. I need you at my side. You’re my Queen. My partner,” his eyes mist over and he wipes at your mouth with the bottom of his shirt to soak up some of the blood.

“I l-love y-y-y-you…” you wheeze and you can feel the burn in your lungs as they struggle to fill.

Eyes wide, hand reaching out to grab onto Thor’s arm, the fear mounts in your dying body.

Thor calls your name, a sob escaping him as his own tears finally spill.

“I’m here!”

Loki’s voice gives you little comfort. Your body begins to spasm as it struggles to live on. No matter how much you might want to keep fighting for your life, there simply isn’t enough air in your lungs to stay conscious. As Loki comes into view, Thor’s forehead resting against your temple as he sobs, your vision goes black and you’re lost to the world.

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