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Victorian Masterlist

A Clockwork Heart (ao3) - aprettystrangeao3 tony/stephen T, 18k

Summary: Doctor Stephen Strange, expert physician and rumored miracle-worker, just wants to eat his poorly-made biscuits and do his research in his cozy library in his empty home in the grey outskirts of Victorian New York. But his life suddenly changes, for better or worse, when a missing man arrives half-dead at his doorstep. What will he manage to uncover about his newest patient-- and what could he uncover about himself in the process?

A King for Christmas (ao3) - iam93percentstardust steve/tony E, 101k

Summary: In 1867, Tony Stark flees New York after refusing to marry the alpha his parents chose for him. His money runs out in the small kingdom of Dacia, ruled over by King Steven of the Rogers line. Somehow, and he’s not entirely sure how, he ends up accepting the position of nanny to the king’s four children: Harley, Peter, Sarah, and Morgan.

Tony bonds with the children easily but their father is harder to get to know. Steve is still grieving his wife’s death four years earlier. His continued mourning has turned the once bright halls into dark and somber shadows of their former glory. Tony isn’t entirely certain what he can do but he knows that he has to do something or else the whole country, so attuned to their leader, will sink into despair. He begins by reconciling the king with his young children.

Meanwhile, the children have decided that it’s high time their father fall in love again—and Tony is the obvious choice. They concoct elaborate plans to force the two together, hardly realizing that Steve and Tony are falling in love, not through their shenanigans but through the quiet moments they share bonding over the love they have for the children.

a white demon love song (ao3) - officecowboyy loki/mobius E, 12k

Summary: He should have killed him when he had the chance, should have taken that sweet-smelling blood for himself and rid the world of another foolhardy man thinking himself strong enough to kill a god.

BLACKOUT (ao3) - SalamanderInk loki/tony E, 77k

Summary: There's a moment in everyone's life, a turning point where everything that could be and everything that should be takes shape and becomes real.

For Prince Loki of Jotunheim, with a heart cursed to ice, that moment comes when he first meets Lord Anthony Stark of Midgard.

Collars of Ardor (ao3) - The_Nerd_Alert steve/bucky, peggy/angie, past bucky/alexander E, 135k

Summary: It is 1880 in London, and Captain Steve Rogers seems to be the ONLY man in the world who has not found his Consort yet. It is a global practice, to own a Consort before the age of 30, or risk paying Taxes into the Consort Union. But... Steve just has not found his One yet. If he is to have a Pet for life, he wants his to be perfect. So after a disheartening birthday party, and urging from his wife Peggy, Steve sets out to spend the evening alone... What he did not expect was to stumble upon his One and fall head over heels in love with the boy. Now, if only he could melt that Winter heart of Buchanan's and make him his...

Copper and Magic (ao3) - Saintduma loki/tony E, 11k

Summary: Tony Stark is an American in London, looking for an interesting companion for the night. When he finds a High Fey, fate takes him on a long and very unexpected ride...

Fear on Whitechapel (ao3) - Shinigami24 steve/bucky, jane/thor E, 10k

Summary: As the Victorian era continues, omegas that work the streets are hunted by a madman without empathy or fear. Bucky and Steve try to survive while putting an end to the rampage.

Forbidden by Time (ao3) - MaxxJacks (wcnderluster) steve/tony G, 1k

Summary: When Tony stormed out into the cold after an argument with his father, there was only one place to get out of the cold.

In the Dead of Night (ao3) - theicesculpture loki/tony T, 6k

Summary: The year is 1887 and Anthony Edward Stark is determined to get to know the guest neighbouring his hotel room. That guest also happens to be a vampire.

I only meant to stay a while (ao3) - ebeatrice loki/mobius G, 1k

Summary: “I thought we might share a dance,” says Loki.

Or, Mobius chases Loki down to Victorian London. His favorite variant has no intention of being caught, but he's not against spending some time with the TVA agent before running away.

Love Me Tender Like What Keeps You Well (ao3) - thiccbuckybarnes steve/bucky E, 24k

Summary: The estate was full to the brim with giggling ladies in tailored dresses and gentlemen in dress shirts and narrow jackets with velvet collars. The ballroom was lively with chatter, music, and dance, and the rest of his house had some form of merriment and gossip in one corner or another. - - Steve Rogers, an alpha, widow, retired army captain, and master of the Allaheim estate, is happy to welcome new neighbors next to his manor in his pleasant little village of York. He hopes to gain new friends to brighten up his lonely life, and ends up getting much more than he bargained for when he meets the son of his new neighbor, James.

Masquerade (ao3) - crankyfractal (upquarkAO3), sirsable steve/bucky E, 9k

Summary: Lord Bucky Barnes is tired of the dull repetition of the London social season. Every year, it's political games and stuffy suits and niceties so stiff it makes his teeth hurt. But this year is different. This year, he runs into a handsome stranger at a masked ball, and there's a chemistry there that neither can deny. Finally, some excitement in his life.

Of Broken Dreams and Mended Hearts (ao3) - Kellyscams steve/bucky, peggy/gabe, clint/natasha, pepper/tony, past bucky/brock M, 354k

Summary: When the House of Barnes is left in massive debt after the death of George Barnes, their oldest son and heir, Bucky, is forced to sacrifice his own hopes and dreams by entering an arranged married to Steve Rogers. Steve seems kind enough, has a prominent job in the government, and was even voted Society's Best Catch. But the House Rogers is significantly higher in status than Bucky's family, which means Bucky is marrying up in Society, and marrying up doesn't only come with rewards, it also comes with certain...expectations and losses--some of which Bucky might be willing to do anything to avoid. And those opportunities might come his way.

Unless, of course, he actually starts falling in love with his new husband...

On Ceremony (ao3) - CapandCarter T, 108k

Summary: In retrospect it was foolish of Peggy to anger the mayor’s son in such a personal fashion, however, she’d had no premonition of the death of one of the Unification Couple

And how that death would change her life forever.

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OR

Peggy is forced into a marriage she doesn’t want with a man she has no intention of loving.

Plot, enemies to lovers, angst, and fluff ensues.

reason and love keep little company (ao3) - thelilacfield wanda/vision T, 5k

Summary: She’s surrounded by rich men, men who could give her everything she could ever want, set her up comfortably in a manor to carry their children. Men she doesn’t want.

She could never love them half as much as she loves a poor gardener with the sky in his eyes and dirt beneath his nails.

Steady as the Stars (ao3) - ragnorakdad loki/steve, past loki/grandmaster, past jane/thor, implied thor/bruce T, 14k

Summary: The Social Season of 1890 has just begun, and Loki already despises every minute of it. At the first event that Thor drags him along to, Loki does not get along with one of the other patrons in the slightest. However, he soon finds out that this man, Steve Rogers, has moved around the corner from the Odinson villa.

Tally-Ho (ao3) - orphan_account loki/sif T, 2k

Summary: Sif was never one to really enjoy these sort of gatherings, none the more when Loki was supposed to play the host, but at least he was amusing to watch as he glid from a guest to another and skillfully avoided befriending anyone despite making everyone think that they had.

He had also skillfully avoided her the entire night, no matter how much her fingers had started to itch for his coat lapels. Just to throw the gaudy thing off and strip him down.

The Borders of My Realm (ao3) - boombangbing bruce/jane, pepper/tony M, 29k

Summary: In 1893, vagrant Bruce Banner and society lady Jane Foster are brought together in the home of the eccentric automobile inventor Anthony Stark.

The Counterfeit Courtship (ao3) - spinawren steve/bucky T, 8k

Summary: It was said by the best people in Society that good confectionary had the capacity to solve all of one’s problems. For all that Steven Rogers had a long and storied history of vehement opposition to Society, on this count he had found himself in reluctant accordance with its mores; so much so, indeed, that upon reuniting with a rather older and more vampiric friend it was the consumption of baked goods - soaked through with blood, naturally - which he’d recommended as the most curative activity he knew of.

The Curse of the Castle Keep (ao3) - velvetjinx steve/bucky, pepper/tony, minor bucky/tony, minor bucky/natasha, minor loki/mobius, minor sharon/natasha T, 61k

Summary: When Steve is seven years old, his mother becomes the governess for ten year old Tony Stark. Their move to Yorkshire and the big house will be the start of a new life for them, if Sarah can win round Tony.

A story of friendship, family, growing up, and love that will last - even beyond the grave.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Coronation - Heart of Steel One-Shot

One-Shot from the Heart of Steel universe. Do not read unless you’ve read the series, or it will be very confusing. 

Heart of Steel - Masterlist

Words Count: 1,500

(I got inspired after I recently watch The King.)

Y/N slowly stepped down the aisle, her cloak trailing almost a yard behind her. It was lined with the finest of furs. It was so heavy that three maidens were required to carry its trail. Her dress was a cerulean blue, simple but refined. The Midgard kingdom was always more conservative and simple in comparison to the extravagant Zamora.

The hymns being sung by the choir drowned out any and all thoughts Y/N could have. She knew there were hundreds of people in the pews and balconies above, but she knew better than to even glance up at them.

Her gaze only looked forward. Head held high. Back straight.

This was not just another wedding, this was a royal coronation. By the end of this ceremony, Y/N wouldn’t just be the wife of King Steven, she would be the Queen of Midgard.

Her emotions were everywhere. Just a week ago, she had packed up all of her belongings and traveled away from Zamora, officially calling Midgard her new home.

All while this happened, she was repairing a broken heart. Bucky’s ring hung around Y/N’s neck on a chain for her entire journey to Midgard. She only took it off as she prepared for her wedding. Wanda gave her an apologetic and understanding look as she slipped it from the princess’ neck and put it safely away in a box.

There was a part of Y/N that wished Bucky were here, somewhere in the crowds. She didn’t think she could do this without him. Her heart raced with anxiety, an anxiety that could be calmed by a mere look from Bucky.

But Y/N knew she was foolish to wish for such things.

Steve waited for her at the end of the aisle. The Knights of Howl stood off to the right, ready to protect their King and new Queen should there be any attack against them during such an intimate gathering.

On the other side of Steve were his closest advisors, including Dame Natasha.

Steve wore his crown. It was the first time Y/N saw it upon his head. He prided himself on being a man of the people, and wearing such a reminder of his true rank only diminished that.

When Y/N was finally close enough to meet his gaze, she found him giving her a look of encouragement. He must’ve known how nervous she had become, for he broke formalities and quickly stepped down the stairs to meet Y/N.

Her body immediately relaxed as he took her arm in his and guided her back up the stairs to the landing where all could view them.

The archbishop began the ceremony, but Y/N could only feel Steve’s eyes on her. 

She glanced up at him.

“You look…” he muttered, not disturbing the beginning of the ceremony. But he couldn’t seem to find the right words.

“Beautiful?” Y/N offered in a whisper.

“Aye. But that’s not it.” Then Steve smirked. “You look like... a Queen.”

The ceremony continued for quite some time. Steve’s hand never left Y/N’s. Every so often he would trace his thumb against the back of her hand or give it a light squeeze to reassure her.

Y/N thought she would be doing this alone. How foolish of her. For Steve would always be at her side.

When the time came for Y/N’s crown, it was Steve who placed it upon her head.

“Y/N,” he began with the crown hovering above her. “Do you solemnly promise to govern the people of Midgard, to protect and serve them as if they were your own children?”

“I do.”

“Do you abandon all past allegiance to any and all other kingdoms, declaring Midgard your true and rightful home?”

Y/N swallowed. “I do.”

“Do you promise to love and accept me, King Steven of Midgard, as your husband and sole companion?”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the twinkle in his eyes as he asked. “I do.”

The archbishop cleared his throat. “I present to you, people of Midgard, Her Royal Majesty, Queen Y/N of Midgard.”

Y/N bowed her head as Steve put the crown upon her. He then helped her stand up straight, lacing his fingers with hers and they turned to face their audience. There was applause and cheers from the hundreds of people in attendance.

Flowers fell from the balconies above as the crowd chanted, “All hail Queen Y/N.”

Steve looked so proud and filled with love as she met his gaze. He leaned down and kissed her softly. It was not part of the royal ceremony, but the king simply could not help himself.

When they pulled away, The Knights of Howl had lined up before them.

One by one, they bowed before their new Queen and swore their allegiance. “I swear to love and serve Y/N, the true and rightful queen, and to protect her honor as my own.”

Just when Y/N thought their time to leave had come and the ceremony was drawing to a close, the archbishop regained the attention of everyone.

“King Steven wishes declare his own allegiance…”

Y/N’s brow furrowed in confusion. She had witnessed no such decorum at any coronation or royal wedding before. She looked up at Steve in a mild panic, unsure of what was happening. 

But Steve returned it with assurance and comfort.

Ever so slowly, Steve unsheathed his sword, but handed it to Y/N to hold handle first.

Her hand shook she she grabbed it and got used to the weight in her grasp. She gasped when Steve kneeled before her, his head bowed in submission.

Y/N understood enough that she was meant to place the blade on his shoulder, and did so shakily and with uncertainty.

“From now on, you bow to no one, Queen Y/N of Midgard. Not even I. Though I am King of Midgard, I bow to you. I kneel to you. I serve you – above all else.”

He slowly raised his head to look into her gaze. Tears glazed over Y/N’s eyes. She now understood what he was doing.

“I vow to protect you with my life and our kingdom. I vow to listen and respect you as my equal, if not superior. I will not rule this kingdom with you at my side… we will rule Midgard together, as one.” He took in a deep breath. “I vow to love you as you deserve, with my whole heart, with all of my spirit and soul.”

“And if you should find that I break any of these vows, you are granted to deliver any punishment you see fit.”

A single tear slid down Y/N’s cheek as she tried to control her breathing and emotions.

“Do you accept His Majesty’s vows, Queen Y/N of Midgard?” The archbishop finally spoke.

“I-I do.”

Cheers erupted once again.

Steve slowly stood up and carefully took the sword from Y/N’s grasp. He sheathed it once again and his eyes asked Y/N a million question: Am I worthy of you now? Will you give yourself to me truly and fully? What more can I do to make you happy here?

But Y/N’s answer was to pull him to her and crash her lips against his.

Damn the propriety, she wished to kiss her husband how she saw fit.

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I don’t know why, but I was inspired after watching The King, even though there is no such scene in the movie. I would love to know what everyone thought. But please don’t flood my asks with more one-shot requests for the Heart of Steel universe. This came out of nowhere, truly. I am in no place to continue writing for it. 

[shieldedbythunder]

Thundershield King Arthur AU. Thor is, of course, the once and future king. A warrior beyond compare, an alpha that every omega dreams of mating. Thor is, at first, too focused on war and conquest to think of mating. But then, a new knight arrives at Asgard. Sir Steven Rogers, a gallant, surprisingly reserved knight for one so mighty. He passes every test Thor devices with ease and Thor welcomes Sir Steven to his court readily and enthusiastically. Eventually, though, Thor catches Sir (1/2)

Steven alone. He wonders why Steven shies away at Thor’s touch until he happens to catch a whiff of Steven’s scent. It’s the sweet, alluring scent of an omega.

This is such an interesting idea! (And i’m so sorry in advance for how long and rambling this will be)

It’s not often that Thor finds himself so impressed by a new knight. yet despite himself, the court’s fascination with Sir Steven proves contagious. A stalwart and honourable man, ever humble and gracious despite his  awe-inspiring performance in the king’s trials, and notoriously tight-lipped about his life before he came to Asgard - as time goes on, Thor finds himself more and more drawn to this man. It’s little wonder that his arrival has caused such excitement in the court.

Never mind that he’s almost absurdly handsome. With those broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waist, a jawline that could be carved from marble, and eyes of piercing blue, he seems the very picture of what everyone either wants or wants to be. The court omegas titter amongst themselves every time Sir Steven comes up in conversation, his strong build and natural authority raising hopes of another unattached alpha suitor, since the king remains uninterested in courting. As weeks pass without any of the usual territorial headbutting a new alpha would bring, however, everyone assumes he must be a beta, and the question fades from interest (though Sir Steven himself remains as popular as ever).

Thor makes several attempts to get to know this aloof knight, as he does with all new knights in his court. But despite his best efforts, they don’t move much further than acquaintances. Sir Steven always has a polite excuse to decline company, preferring to train alone or withdrawing from social events early. But for all that he seems to favour solitude, he seems a very lonely man, burdened in a way that Thor can’t quite pinpoint.

One night, Thor’s making his way up to his room late after a council meeting, when he hears something in the shadows down a nearby hallway. A laboured panting, as if somebody’s in pain. When he goes to investigate, quiet and stealthy in case of an enemy intruder, he finds Sir Steven sagging against the wall and bent double as he tries to regulate his breathing, obviously in a panic. Thor steps closer to ask what’s wrong when the smell stops him dead in his tracks. He’s only encountered the scent of an omega in heat once or twice, but there’s no mistaking the dizzying, intoxicating scent coming off Sir Steven in waves.

Despite himself, he takes a step forwards, already achingly hard and ready for it. After all, it’s what Sir Steven needs, isn’t it, to be knotted and bred and ravished like the beautiful creature he is, moaning so prettily as he writhes on an alpha’s fat knot. And Thor would be more than happy to give it to him, to hold him close and claim him and fill him up with his knot, again and again ‘til he’s good and pupped with the king’s offspring, never wanting for anything but another good hard fuck from his alpha.

But then Sir Steven catches Thor’s scent in the air, head snapping up as he answers the instinctive call of an unmated alpha, someone who can help with his predicament. And the look in his eyes is like a bucket of cold water dumped over Thor’s head; a mix of fear and resigned anger that outshines any hint of lust in them, and quickly brings Thor back to his senses.

Approaching slowly and cautiously, he helps Sir Steven back to his feet, and the two of them manage to make it back to the knight’s quarters. Thor stays just long enough to see that Sir Steven is safe and tell him to keep his door locked before leaving, all but sprinting back to his own quarters to barricade himself in for a sleepless night. Even after scrubbing himself in a cold bath for the better part of an hour, traces of Sir Steven’s sweet scent linger about him, leaving him dizzied and shameful as he fucks his fist raw into the early hours of morning.

The next morning, word goes around that Sir Steven has taken ill, refusing any visitors for fear of passing on his sickness. Thor hears the gossip and remains silent, wanting to hear all the facts before he does anything. It takes a few days, but Sir Steven eventually returns to the court, looking a little pale and peaky, but no less steadfast and willing to to do his duty. Even when Thor catches his eye from across the room, his gaze remains calm and even, a tightness in his jaw the only hint of the turmoil he must be feeling.

They meet again that evening, Thor coming across Sir Steven training alone and offering a sparring partner. The underlying question doesn’t go unheard; after some time going back and forth, Sir Steven (”Steve is fine,” he says with a grim laugh, “I think we’ve moved past formalities”) thanks him for the assistance that night, while Thor apologises for his behaviour.

In bits and pieces, Steve’s story slowly comes out; he was born in Midgard, a kingdom where laws and expectations concerning omegas aren’t all that progressive, particularly for one as sickly and scrawny as Steve was when he was younger. Even after a freak growth spurt and improvement in his health in his late teens, he was still seen as distinctly second class, no good as a potential knight or soldier, and unfit to be wedded into the bargain - no alpha wants to look lesser than their omega, of all things.

So, he got used to hiding his identity after his mother passed away. He took herbs to suppress his heats and scent, trained himself to fight on the road, and let people assume he’s a beta. Thor would be lying if he said he didn’t understand the need for it; even in Asgard, where omegas have much more leeway and freedom, an omega knight at the alpha king’s side would raise more than a few eyebrows. Change only comes so fast, after all, and Steve already seems resigned to leaving Asgard in shame.

But Thor’s seen Steve fight and prove his loyalty, knows that he’s a good man, and he has no plans on outing Steve. His offer to keep the secret and help divert any suspicion throws Steve for a loop, even with how relieved he is. Since his mother’s death, he’s pretty much been on his own, and he’s not used to people taking him seriously once they know he’s an omega, so to know that this renowned alpha king still has the same trust and regard of him as before reaffirms his belief that he’s more than just his status.

A few months pass by, and everyone notes the change in Sir Steven’s behaviour since his illness. Though still rather serious, he smiles more often these days, and has made friends among the rest of Asgard’s knights. What garners the most interest, however is his growing presence at the king’s side, the two of them having become close friends and confidants, always making plans together. There’s great interest when the king announces several reforms to the living status of omegas in Asgard, granting them more independence and easier access to certain professions. And while some of the benefits are plain to see throughout the kingdom, nobody sees Sir Steven squeeze King Thor’s hand once they’re sure they’re alone, eyes grateful as he thanks Thor for taking on his suggestions and trying to help other omegas who aren’t as lucky as him.

A few months later, Thor is surprised when Steve calls to his chambers late in the evening, looking nervous as he asks for a boon. It turns out that, after so many years on heat suppressants, his body’s becoming immune to the effects of the herbs, which lead to his predicament in his last heat. It’s nothing that can’t be fixed - he’ll just need to ride out his next few heats naturally to clear the herbs from his system. The only problem is that, after so many years suppressing them, his next heats will be particularly strong and possibly put his body under further strain, so an alpha’s presence to keep him calm and regulate his hormones/pheromone levels is recommended. And since Thor is the only one who knows his secret and has his trust… Steve trails away nervously as it dawns on Thor just what’s being asked of him.

Oh, it’s an alluring prospect, he won’t lie; not only the idea of going through their heat and rut together, but of being Steve’s first. But Thor is painfully aware of his position of power over Steve, both as king and alpha, and fears he’d be abusing that power if he said yes. What’s more, he still feels shame and guilt over his initial reaction when he found Steve that night - for all his talk of honour, he was still no better than a beast in that moment, and feels unworthy of this level of trust. But Steve stands firm in his choice. He’s seen the kind of man Thor is, he says as he takes Thor’s hand in his own, and he wouldn’t change his mind if he had his pick of every alpha in the kingdom.

And so, two weeks later, Thor travels up into the mountains to a hunting lodge of his, hidden away where they won’t be disturbed. Steve went on ahead of him a few days before, and by the time Thor arrives late in the evening, the lodge is already filled with the scent of a safe, contented omega. Thor finds Steve in the main bedroom, still in the languid, tactile state of pre-heat, and he can’t help but smile at the image of Steve, half-dressed and curled up in a nest of cloaks and clothing like he’s always lived here. After a long day of riding, it takes little persuasion for Steve to get Thor out of his armour and shirt and into the nest with him, but that doesn’t stop his heart pounding at the slide of bare skin on skin as they curl up together, Steve growing thoughtful and quiet as he nuzzles into Thor’s neck.

The peace, such as it is, doesn’t last long; Thor’s woken early the next morning by the spiking scent of heat pheromones and distressed omega in the air. Sprawled across him, Steve’s already half awake, groaning with arousal and rutting against his thigh as the first wave of heat washes over him, instinctively gravitating towards the scent of unmated alpha. After Steve (rather impatiently and teasingly) confirms that he’s still lucid and willing to go through with this, the two of them manage to disrobe in the close confines of the nest, eventually ending up with Steve straddling Thor’s hips, the king openly admiring his knight’s beauty. For all that Steve defies conventional omega looks, there’s no denying just how aroused Thor is by his strong build, with Steve preening under the attention and approval.

But now that the last barriers between them are gone, the nerves return in full force for both of them. Thor admits that it’s his his first time too, that he’d wanted to be honourable for his eventual mate, but lately he feels… he’s glad it’s with Steve, he finishes hurriedly, face flushing crimson at having revealed so much. For what seems like an eternity, Steve simply looks at him, contemplative even as a soft whine escapes his throat, his slicked entrance brushing maddeningly against Thor’s aching cock and swelling knot.

But finally, watching him carefully for a reaction, Steve slowly leans forwards and presses a kiss to Thor’s lips. And it’s like something finally clicks into place for them both, Steve deepening the kiss as Thor enters him in one fluid motion, drawing a moan from the omega akin to one dying of thirst who’s finally found water. For a while there are no words - the first wave is just as potent as Steve had predicted it would be, leaving them both running on pure instinct and pleasure as the air grows thick with alpha and omega hormones. But at last, Steve takes Thor’s knot with a cry of relief, both of them marvelling at how right it feels to be connected so intimately to the other, before their bodies still at last, curled around each other as they catch their breath.

Once they come back to themselves, Thor gathers his nerve, heart in his mouth as he admits the depth of his feelings for Steve, and how honoured he would be if Steve would accept him as his mate. The question hangs in the air for a few heart-stopping moments before Steve lifts his head from Thor’s chest. The shock in his eyes slowly fades into joy beyond description, and he pulls Thor into another eager embrace, the two of them trading a thousand “yes”s and “I love you”s between every kiss. And when the next wave of heat comes around, they claim each other’s mating glands, hearts singing as they feel each other’s happiness and love through their bond.

A week later, the court is shocked and amazed when King Thor returns with Sir Steven at his side, their mating marks on proud display for all to see. Not only does Sir Steven confess to having been an omega all along, shoulders thrown back and not a hint of shame in his eyes when he says it, but King Thor announces his intentions to court and wed the knight as his consort.

There’s talk, of course, and some outrage from the more conservative members of the court. But everyone is well aware of Sir Steven’s reputation and service to the people, that their king wouldn’t allow his head to be turned by a mere social climber. The kingdom has benefited greatly from the reforms Thor and Steve drew up together, and they seem an ideal match in both love and leadership. 

So the courtship goes through and eventually leads to marriage, and over the years, Thor’s legend spreads further than ever with tales of his brave knight-consort Steve, equals as leaders, warriors, and mates. And though the stories are all very grand and gallant, none of them come close to the simple joy Thor feels every time he wakes up with Steve in his arms, his mate’s eyes soft and happy as they prepare to face another day together.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Warrior Daughter

Chapter Eleven

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 4407 Warnings:  Language

Song: Pompeii by Bastille

The fast, loud, angry steps had you looking up. “Someone's feeling pissy,” you murmured as you sat up straighter and crossed your legs.

Steve lightly played with your braids. “They ain't nothing you can't handle.”

“And if all else fails, I can clean your sword a second time,” Bucky said with such calm, you couldn't quite tell if he was joking or not.

The doors at the end of the hall were pushed inward at a much slower rate than Bucky had accomplished, the two women who had guarded the way replaced by two others. Each struggled against the heavy oak before getting it moving and revealing the scowling visage of a woman of middle years, her headdress ornate when she tromped through the opening toward the throne.

“I demand to know on whose authority you call me here! If  you wish an audience, you are to subjugate yourself before the altar like all other petitioners!”

You stiffened and curled your talons into the grooves on the underside of the armrest. “I am not the Fullmakt to prostrate myself before you, High Priestess!”

She came to a grinding halt, forcing the four younger women following her to jostle into one another when they had to stop or run her down. “Who are you?”

“She is Sváfa, reborn daughter of Tove,” Bucky stated.

“Sister to Thor and Loki; daughter of Odin,” added Steve.

“Chosen as Queen by Freyja herself, and wife to Hurgid’s true heir, Steven, King of Sváfaland,” Bucky finished.

You could almost hear Steve’s eyes roll and bit back a laugh. “As you hold Freyja’s helm in your hands, priestess, one would think you would understand just who was calling you to appear,” you said as you rose to your feet.

Ama plucked your helm from the woman’s lax fingers and returned to drop to a knee on the stairs of the dais where she held it out to you. “My Queen.”

“My thanks, Ama.” You handed it to Steve.

The High Priestess looked stunned for a moment before looking around. “Where is Selky?”

You nodded toward the pool of blood congealing off to the side. “She died on the end of my sword when she refused my right to the throne.”

Her heavily made-up eyes widened before she hurried toward the foot of the dais. “Forgive me, your majesty,” she murmured, arriving at the stairs to bow her head. “The Fullmakt these last few terms have been becoming… full of themselves. I am Willa, High Priestess of Freyja.”

The headdress of long dark horns, wings of a raven, and the delicate feathers of an ancient bird so old its name had been lost to time flowed with her midnight black hair of twisted lengths like binding ropes down her body to skim the floor. A dress of muted green hugged her curves but left her arms bare, allowing the lines of her tattoos, all runes of magic and protection, to show against her pale skin. More magic resided in the beads and stone necklaces around her throat, and the broad belt of carved leather around her waist.

You held out your hand, and Bucky put your sword in it. “I could say the same of you, priestess!” you hissed as you paced down the stairs to stand before her. “Chaining a son of Odin? My brother, one who I love?” you snarled.

She appeared momentarily taken aback. “He… he'd been accused of spying in the Valkyrjur. He is Loki, one who has shown himself to be evil. I was justified in my decision!”

“And I would be justified in handing you over to Thor for his judgement! I sent Loki! He came at my bidding, and withheld his reasons for being here at my behest! As a son of Odin, you should have immediately sent to Asgard for Thor or Odin’s assistance, and when Thor came seeking his brother, you should have released him to the King! Loki is not some male of no standing to be abused and left in chains for days!” you roared, causing her to cower away from you.

“He was an uninvited, unescorted male in the halls of the Valkyrjur. Our laws are very clear.”

You looked past the High Priestess to the woman speaking and felt revulsion writhe within you. Here, here was a woman who made your skin crawl. Something about her was wrong.

“No one asked your opinion,” Steve said sharply.

“Be silent, man! Your betters are speaking.” She lifted her chin and glared down her nose at your sjelevenn.

Red coated your vision, you blinked, and found your taloned hand wrapped around the woman’s throat. “Address my sjelevenn in such a tone again, and I won’t hesitate to beat you bloody.”

Fear filled her eyes before she nodded. “Yes, your majesty.”

You released her and stalked back to Willa. “I will forgive the transgression against Loki once and do what I can to keep his anger from spilling over should the two of you need to be in the same room.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

“Don’t,” you snapped at her. “You are on notice, High Priestess! Freyja is not impressed! And I am certainly not impressed when my life scroll ends up in the hands of Hydra, a most hated enemy on Earth! So, tell me just how that happened?”

All five of the women gasped in shock. “That’s not possible!” Willa said angrily.

“Loki verified the seal himself.”

She looked at Bucky who was leaning against the back of your throne. “Why is this… male speaking to me?” Willa asked.

“Because he is my guard and the brother of my sjelevenn. I have granted him all the rights and privileges of one who is my guard would be allowed. Which means he has the right to speak his mind when he wills it. This mentality that men are stupid is beneath us. We all know it isn’t true, and the attitude you are showing ends here and now.”

“As you say, my queen.” Willa bowed her head. “You are certain it was the scroll of your life?”

“I am.” You lifted your chin. “Because of Hydra’s knowledge, my life as a Valkyrie was returned to me. How? We have not been able to ascertain. I bid you check your archives if you don’t believe me.”

She stepped closer and slowly lifted her hands. “May I be permitted to look?”

When Bucky shifted, you held up your hand. “It’s alright.”

Willa lightly touched your temples and closed her eyes. A warmth bloomed around your head, then faded when she pulled away. “You are who you say you are. I can see your lives back to the first. I… do not understand how this is possible without our magic.”

“Neither do I,” you admitted. “Nor do I understand why I have been locked out of Asgard for a thousand years. But I will find out.”

A heart jumped, a telling reaction, but you didn’t look at the woman who’d sniped at Steve. She was part of what was happening, of this you had no doubt.

“I will endeavour to do the same, your majesty.” Willa motioned toward the women with her. “We shall make it our mission to see the truth discovered. I assure you, my queen.”

“Good. I would hate to have to purge the temple, but Freyja wills me to discover who has messed with the plan of the Norns.”

“You speak as if you know her personally, your majesty,” one of the other women murmured. “How is this possible?”

“She assisted my sjelevenn in his quest for the sword of Hurgid and came to me on Midgard a few days ago. She explained many things, gifted me her helm, and bid me purge the darkness from the heart of the Valkyrjur. This,” you slashed a hard look over all who stood before you, “I will do. The old ways will be reinstated. Our traditions have been lost. This is unacceptable. Tonight we dine in Valhalla, and you will perform the Rite of Nine.” You looked at Willa. “If you know how?”

She stiffened. “Of course. You will also need to be blessed under the mantle of Freyja.”

“Then you shall perform both rites tonight before we feast in Valhalla. It has been some time since I dined with the Einherjar. I find I am looking forward to seeing them again, and overlooking those who the Valkyrjur have gathered since my absence.”

Again a heart jumped, betraying the woman in the midst of the others. Was there something about the einherjar she didn’t want you to see?

“It shall be as you say, my queen.” Willa bowed deeply. “If you will excuse us. There is much to make ready.”

“High Priestess.” You tilted your head in dismissal.

They swept out with the same grandeur they’d swept in, and you returned your sword to your hip as you made your way toward the throne. “Ama, tell me of the woman who spoke out against Steve.”

“That is Kerse. She is the most promising of Freyja’s priestesses. A gifted woman of magic.”

“She’s good; I’ll give her that,” Bucky murmured. “Her face never changed.”

“Not even a twitch of micro-reaction. Too bad she can’t control her heart,” Steve agreed.

“Exactly,” you smirked. “I should have known you two would hear it too.”

“I… do not understand,” Ama frowned.

“The Priestess Kerse reacted strongly to the queen’s statements,” Bucky chuckled. “Even without reacting at all.”

“You can… you can hear heartbeats?” Ama gasped. “How?”

You lifted your helm from your seat and sat again on your throne. “There is more to us than we can explain in a short time, Ama. But yes. We can hear heartbeats, and so much more. I could tell you what you ate for breakfast, what scents you like in your baths, and distinguish your pegasus from the entire herd. I know Eira is returning with eight women. Three walk with the confidence of seasoned Valkyries. Five are maidens and yet unsure of themselves.” You leaned into Steve’s hand when his knuckles brushed your cheek. “Underestimating me, Steve, or Bucky, is a very bad idea.”

Ama chuckled softly and nodded. “I see. I am happy I chose your side, my queen. I think these next few days shall be quite… entertaining.”

“As do I, Ama,” you murmured when Eira and her group made their way into the throne room. Along with them came a young woman wearing a drab brown dress and dirty white apron. She packed a bucket which slopped water. Her appearance made you frown and hold up your hand before Eira could speak. “Who are you?”

She didn’t even look up, but kept her chin down and skirted the edge of the room.

“Girl with the bucket. Who are you?” you asked a second time.

Her head snapped up, and eyes widened in fear. “Forgive me, milady. I tried to be quiet. I can come back.”

The collar around her neck had you rising slowly to your feet. “What the fuck is the meaning of this!?”

Immediately she fell to her knees, prostrating herself on the stones. “Please don’t kill me! Forgive my impertinence!”

You turned on Eira. “Why is there a slave in my keep?”

Eira lifted her head. “It was the choice made by the Fullmakt ten years ago. She said Valkyries should not be doing manual labour.”

Steve was already up and moving, striding toward the woman face down on the stone. “Up. Stand up,” he murmured, urging her from the ground. “No one here will harm you. The Queen isn’t angry with you, but with the circumstances.”

“Steve, get that collar off her neck!” you snapped, glaring at the women who all looked very guilty. “And not one of you stood against Selky? Not one protested such a heinous action!”

“Those who protested…” Eira struggled to find the words.

“Two were killed,” Ama murmured. “The most vocal of the protesters. Selky had them put to the sword after stripping them of their wings.”

Eira gripped the hand of one of the younger girls when she appeared near tears. “We lost their pegasi as well. Neither stallion would stand for their execution. Gunborg and Nera, they took their heads. After, no one dared say anything.”

You clenched your fist so tightly, your talons pierced your palm. “She died much too quickly,” you whispered before stepping from the dais to approach the woman Steve was holding up by the elbows. “What is your name?”

“Terra,” she whispered, fear like a cloud around her.

“Where are you from, Terra?” you asked quietly, exchanging places with Steve as he had a look at the large lock on the back of her neck.

“Ellis Five, milady.”

You took in the high brow ridge and slight yellow tinge to her skin. “Of course you are. Can you tell me how you ended up a slave?”

She yelped when Steve snapped the lock and tossed it to the ground before unbuckling the metal band around her throat. “My father… sold me,” she whispered, “when I was four. I’ve known nothing but servitude.”

Anger roared through you, souring your insides, but you smiled for her benefit. “No more. Now, you are free. You may stay or go as you wish. If you chose to leave, the Valkyrjur will compensate you for your years here. If you decide to stay, you will still be compensated for your years here, and I will speak with Thor about finding you work.”

“I…” she gasped, her eyes so wide and shocked, then tears of blue began to slip down her face. “This isn’t real!”

“It is real. Slavery has been outlawed on Asgard for more than a millennium. It is so abhorrent to Asgardians; they tend to go to war to free people who are held in such bondage. This should never have happened, but for you, Terra, you should feel joy. If you had not been brought here, you would not be free now.”

“You will free… all of us?” she whispered.

“All?” you asked, more fury gathering inside you.

“There are fifteen of us.”

Your stomach dropped. “Fifteen…”

“Yes. We came on a transport together.”

As you turned away from her, you brought your hand to your mouth only to inhale the coppery scent of your blood. “Terra, go now and gather them all. Bring them here. Each will be freed immediately. I will speak with Thor, and those who wish to leave Asgard to return to their homeworlds or go somewhere else will have access through the Bifrost.”

“Really?”

You bowed your head, ashamed of what your people had become. “Yes. All will be paid what any person of service on Asgard would be paid and released.”

She fell to her knees and pressed her forehead to your calf. “Thank you, milady! Thank you!”

Placing your hand on her head, you closed your eyes. “Go, Terra. Bring me the others.”

She scrambled up, stumbled, nearly fell, and ran from the room.

“This… is unacceptable,” you murmured. “We do not have slaves! And to kill two good Valkyrie for standing up for the rights of others? When did we go so wrong?”

Steve’s hand came down on your shoulder. “I don’t know, min vakre skjoldpike, but you’re here now. You’ll get things straightened out.”

“She should have been a Valkyrie. She is a strong female,” one of the women with Eira murmured.

“Why would you say that?” you asked, curious at her statement.

Red of hair but short and petite, her blush crawled up her neck and filled her face. “I… I just… I don’t know.”

Striding across the hall, you stopped and took her chin in your hand. “Do not dismiss this so easily. Tell me what you feel, maiden.”

She blinked twice, her face growing hotter when her blush deepened. “I feel… a pull. An innate knowing. She should be one of us, but it's too late. I have thought so since her arrival here.”

“And have you felt this before…?”

“Benatta, my queen. Yes, twice before.”

A smile quirked your lips. “Eira, we have found our first Jegere.”

“I don’t know this word,” Benatta said.

“You will, Benatta. You will,” you smiled and released her as you looked over the others. “Welcome, sisters. Eira speaks highly of you all. I hope I can trust her judgement.”

The three who were full Valkyrie stepped forward and knelt, two slightly behind the third. “You honour us, Queen Sváfa,” said the one in the forefront. “This is Magret,” she motioned to the brunette on her right, “and Jesslyn,” the blonde on her left. “And I am Brynhildr.”

Your breath froze in your lungs. “Bryn…hildr?” Flashes of memories, times of joy and times of sorrow hit you harder than a kick from a pegasus. The face of your long lost sister seemed to overlay that of the woman before you, but you breathed in and out and fought them down to really look at her.

Her name may be similar, but she looked nothing like Brynhildr of your past. The warrior woman of bronze skin and copper hair, her green eyes blazing and smile quick but fleeting was not the dark beauty bowed before you. This woman could have easily walked the runways of Earth.

Model thin with stunning sharp features and chestnut brown locks, she had eyes of soft purple. She would be considered a beauty on any world.

“Is something amiss, my queen?” she asked with a frown.

“No,” you smiled. “No. You have the same name as one of my former sisters. It startled me is all.” You motioned for them to stand. “There will be many changes in the next few days, sisters. I would appreciate your input if you notice a… shift in morale or have ideas about changes in policy when I begin to implement them. We have taken a mighty step away from what is good and right. It is time to step back to where we belong.”

All three smiled and relaxed, nodding and grinning at each other.

“Your words and presence alone have been enough to have the disquiet I have been feeling here,” Jesslyn said, tapping her chest, “settling. Since I became a full Valkyrie, I have felt a wave of wrong in the valley, but there has been little any of us could do but pray to Freyja, and have hope.”

“Agreed,” Magret smiled. “Long has something festered in the valley. These five and Eira, all should be blooded by now. That they are not, that many of the others are not, it… sours something in my belly.”

“Mine too,” you nodded and turned to the five young maidens. “And you, maidens? Are you willing to keep your ears open for me?”

All five knelt. “We will, your majesty.”

“Tell me. Were you told the same shit Eira was? That your perception of souls is skewed?” All nodded, heads down in shame. “Once I am satisfied the Valkyrjur is back on track, I will fly with the wings and test all of you again.”

Their heads snapped up, and awe filled their faces.

Eira stepped forward. “Queen Sváfa. These are my dear friends, my true sisters. Dagny, Inga, Kaja, Tekla, and Liva. We came to the Valkyrjur together. I would trust them with my life and in turn… yours.”

Bucky moved and appeared swiftly behind Eira. “I will be the judge of their worthiness to protect the queen.”

“You have trust issues,” Eira muttered, quelling a flinch.

Again you noted the tension between her and Bucky. “I don’t know what this,” you pointed to the two of them, “is, but cut it the hell out.”

“Sváfa,” Bucky nodded, his grin smug, making you roll your eyes.

“Kiss ass, Barnes,” you grumbled. “Sisters. There are fifteen minutes until the first trial begins. You should get ready.”

“We must still be tested?” Brynhildr frowned. “But I thought��”

“You’d be given leeway because you are here, now, at my behest?” You smiled as you shook your head. “A Valkyrie’s first duty is to train until your swordplay is an extension of your body. Today is for me to assess where each excels or needs work. Then tomorrow, we drill. All of us. Even me.” You turned and walked away to where Terra had left the bucket and wet cloth. “We are Valkyrie. We are the Elite Warriors of Asgard, but we are not above anyone else. I am your queen, but I am not above anyone else. We have no servants. We never have, because Freyja taught us we must be self-sufficient. If a warrior is lazy, or will not clean, clothe, and feed herself, how will she survive a campaign where such pleasantries as a soft bed or hot bath are no longer available.” You settled to your knees and wrang out the cloth in the bucket.

“My queen…” Eira murmured, “You must let one of us do that for you.”

“Why? I am queen because I am the strongest and you agree I should sit on the throne, but I am no better than Terra. We may have a cook and kitchen staff to see to our needs en masse, we may have a laundress, and the novates see to our chambers and steeds as they learn to serve others, but we were all novates at one time. And if I cannot get my hands dirty by cleaning up the blood I caused to spill, what kind of role model am I to those novates?”

Before any of them could stop you, you began to wipe the blood from the stones.

Suddenly, Brynhildr knelt across from you and reached for a second cloth. “That does not mean we cannot assist you,” she looked up into your eyes, “my queen.”

You smiled slowly, lips curling until you couldn’t help but grin. “Perhaps you are more like my Brynhildr than I previously thought.”

***

Steve stood at your side with Bucky, watching as the first round of trials got underway. It had taken slightly longer than fifteen minutes when Terra returned with the fourteen others slaves each of which you instantly had Steve and Bucky remove the collars from around their necks.

You told each of them the same thing as Terra. They were free. They would be compensated for their service. And if they wished to leave Asgard, you would see them sent home. It was difficult for them to believe you, but when you said Lady Sif of Asgard would be arriving the next day and any who wished could leave with her, many of them started to cry.

Even now it made you sick thinking of it. Of what these poor people had gone through at the hands of your people. This was not the Valkyrie way. When the sjelevenn bond began to take on the same tone, treating people as if they were property, it had made you just as angry.

“Baby, breathe,” Steve murmured, curling his arm around your waist. “I know this is all pissing you off, but you can only deal with one problem at a time. You freed fifteen women from a life of servitude. You did a good thing.”

“Things are changing fast, Y/N,” Bucky said softly, his hand lightly squeezing yours. “There’s a lot of confused and worried faces out there.”

“I know. But I feel…” you fought to find the right words. “I feel like I can’t stop. Like we need to strike hard and fast. Throw those who would oppose me for a loop and keep them off balance.”

“You certainly seem to be doing that,” Steve chuckled.

Ama and Eira jogged toward you. “We are ready for the melee, Queen Sváfa.”

You stepped out onto the sand of the large field. “Excellent. I want to see your skills, sisters! This is not a brawl. The last Valkyrie standing will earn a reward,” you called loudly, making sure all would hear.

“What’s the reward?” an unknown voice cried out.

“You may choose which table you serve in Valhalla for your next three nights on duty!” A rush of excitement filled the women. At least that didn’t seem to have changed. “Begin!”

Bucky and Steve stayed with you as you began to make your way around the field, watching with all your abilities.

“What’s that mean?” asked Steve.

“And what’s the rite of nine?” Bucky muttered.

You chuckled softly. “Valhalla is full of very rowdy men. Some tables are easier to serve than others. Some are simply… more fun. And the Rite of Nine is a Valkyrie tradition. You will see what it entails tonight.”

Two combatants tumbled to the ground in front of you. They rolled in the dirt before one got the upper hand and landed a blow which would have killed the second if not for the blunted weapons. “Good. Both of you. Well done. Victor, return to the battle.” You held your hand down for the loser. “Next time, you will do better. Go, wait on the sidelines with the others.”

“Yes, my queen.” She bowed her head and walked off, appearing a little downtrodden.

“Needs to work on her feet,” Steve murmured.

“Yes, she does,” you agreed. “Though both could improve their hand to hand.”

“I think all could improve their hand to hand,” Bucky grumbled. “I could knife a couple of them without them ever even knowing I was there.”

“Not everyone can be the Winter Soldier,” you snickered.

He stopped and frowned toward the middle of the field. “What is she doing?”

You arched a brow as you turned your attention to Eira. “Winning,” you said impressed with her skill.

“She leaves her left side exposed. It will be a liability if she-” Bucky never got to finish as Eira took a staff to her ribs and stumbled. Pain showed clearly on her face, but she swept her blunted sword into the knees of her opponent, sending the other woman to her back. Eira tapped her sword against the other's neck, and turned to find a new opponent.

“Hm,” you hummed. “She reminds me of myself at her age.”

“Stubborn and pigheaded?”

You punched Bucky in the ribs. “Exactly.”

Next Chapter

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 5: Slow Whirl

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: Some Medical Stuff, Gun Mention, Alcohol Mention, Kidnapping Mention, Mild Violence Relationships: Loki X Reader Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), OFC, Heimdall (Marvel), Brunnhilde/Valkyrie (Marvel), Iron Man, Captain America, Doctor Strange Additional Tags: Loki and Tony Stark Do Not Get Along, Loki And Steven Strange Do Not Get Along, Heimdall and Steve Rogers Have Had Enough of This Crap, Valkyrie is Always Ready to Throw Hands, It’s Too Goddamn Cold In Iceland Summary: Meeting your heroes never goes as you expect.

You opened your eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling, having no idea what time it was. The window in your bedroom always spilled sunlight into your face in the morning, making sure that you woke up bright and early. The window in this room, however, was not placed to allow that to happen. You hoped your sleep schedule wouldn’t slip too much.

Someone had been into the room while you slept. There was a bathrobe-green-draped over the back of the chair, and breakfast was set out on the desk. That was where all the sunlight was, and you wanted to bask in it before whatever else was in store for you that day. So you stripped off the tunic, which you had slept in, slipped into the oversized robe, and sat down to eat.

There was very thick oatmeal with raisins, which was familiar and welcome, a glass of apple juice, another little pot of not-yogurt, topped with a red jam that you instantly fell in love with, a buttered slice of nearly black bread, and a tiny shot glass only partly filled with what turned out to be fish oil.

That seemed a little bit gross to you, but you guessed it was some kind of health supplement. You were so much further north than you’d ever been, and you knew sunlight could get a bit scarce at these kinds of latitudes. You gulped it down first, washing the taste away with a swig of apple juice, then tucked into the rest.

This was the first time in months that you had woken up feeling alive. You hadn’t noticed how hungry you were, how much weight you had lost in that time of barely being able to eat. You almost couldn’t wait until lunch.

You found your work clothes neatly folded up outside your door. They had been washed, and it looked like they might have even been ironed. You scooped them up and headed for the bath, hoping it wasn’t occupied.

Freshly washed, fed, clothed, and feeling healthier than you had in so long, you tried to leave the suite, but the young guard was there to stop you again.

“Yuu stae heer.” He said slowly. At your reaction, he shyly held out a little English phrasebook.

“Oh.” Well, wasn’t that sweet of him? “Okay. Yes.”

You headed back inside, once again scouring the library for something you could read. You had very little luck, but you did find some loose paper and pencils, so you passed the time trying to copy some of the illustrations you had found the day before. You used to be good at this kind of thing, but it had been some time since you’d had the energy.

“You’re even noisier when you draw.” Loki drawled. You jerked your pencil in surprise, completely ruining the line.

“Aw dang it!” You exclaimed. “I was doing so well too!”

He stepped closer to examine your work.

“I’m a bit rusty.” You said defensively. “It’s been half a year since I could get any practice in.”

“Come with me.” He commanded, completely disregarding what you were saying.

“You left your manners at the door, I see.” But you left your drawing behind, and followed him anyway.

He led you to a place that had ‘doctor’s office’ written all over it. So this was how the study of your hand started, was it? Well, a medical examination was probably best, as long as dissection wasn’t involved.

Loki handed you over to a tall, gentle-looking lady, with a command to do whatever she told you. Then he left.

“Uhhh, shouldn’t he be here?” You wondered aloud, as the door closed behind him.

“Would you really want him to watch me give you a physical?” The lady asked, her voice soothing, but sounding amused.

“Oh, geez, no thanks. I don’t know him that well!”

“I thought not. Now, undress and then up on the table. My name is Bjarkhild.”

“_____. I’m glad there’s someone else I can actually talk to.” You said, complying with her commands. “I’m afraid I don’t speak your language.”

“Oh, I’m not the only one.” She said. “After it became known that his Majesty had become interested in Midgard, it became something of a fashion to take an interest as well. I know several Midgardian languages.”

“Um, I’m sorry, but what’s Midgard? Is that what you call Earth?” You had thought she was just going to examine your hand, but she gave you a full, professional physical check-up. You hadn’t had one in years.

“Are you supposed to be doing this much?”

“Even if I wasn’t, I would anyway.” She assured you. “Even royalty may not harness a healer. You have been very sick, haven’t you? I was told to perform any and all health related procedures that you might need or request.”

“I can’t pay for that.” You said without thinking about it. It was something you had said so often that it was practically second nature by now. She gave you a curious look.

“Oh, right.” The king had promised to take care of you. Obviously, he meant it. “Do you have a dentist? Can I even get an eye exam? Allergy medication? An IUD? ”

“I’m going to have to look up that last one, but I’m sure we can provide. I have all day with you, if need be.”

Most of the day passed before you left the medical area, a little sore, but feeling better, cleaner, and safer than you had in years. Bjarkhild had barely even bothered with your hand, just asking you if it hurt, and checking the brand for possible infections. Mostly, she just wanted you to eat more, which you had readily agreed to.

Loki was in the waiting area, going through a pile of paperwork.

“That took forever.”

You shrugged. “It’s been like, six years since I had any kind of checkups. There was a lot of work to do.”

“Well, that’s item one checked off.” He gestured to a plate of sandwiches on the table next to his papers, and you fell on it ravenously. The dark bread they used around here tasted very strongly, but you could absolutely get used to it.

“What’s next for today?” You asked between bites.

“Well, I have to finish this.” He said, shaking a handful of papers. “I got a little behind while I was ill. Then, I suppose my brother will probably want to contact a few people, to let them know where you are. I did sort of kidnap you, after all. At least, that’s how your people will see it. We know better. What did Bjarkhild say about your hand?”

“Only that the brand doesn’t go deeper than the skin, and that it’s a magical burn, so it isn’t able to get infected, or open back up, or effect the flexibility of my hand. So that’s all good news.”

He nodded, gathering his papers. “Shall we move this all to a more appropriate place? The lady healer can be impatient with people who do not need her services.”

“Is there maybe another library in the building?” You asked.

“Oh, yes. Here, carry this and follow me.” He handed his paperwork off to you, but after all the good news you’d just received, you didn’t really mind. It wasn’t any heavier than a box of frozen bread dough, after all. “Do you mind if I do a little preliminary experimentation? Nothing too in-depth just yet, just a few things we both need to know.”

“I guess so.” You said. “Gotta start learning about it sometime.”

There were many more people in this area of the building. You figured out which ones were guards pretty quickly; they all wore the same style of helmet. The others came and went around you, giving obeisance to their prince, and giving curious stares to you. One of them relieved you of the stack of papers, and you sure hoped they were the right person to take them.

This library was a busy place, louder than you were used to a library being, but Loki led you to an empty corner, after waving away several offers of help. A simple wave of his hand conjured several objects onto the table between you. A small notebook, a thin piece of metal, and a scrap of leather. You gasped at the show of magic. You’d never seen anything like that in person before. You poked the leather, just to make sure it was really there. You thought you heard Loki chuckle, but when you looked back up at him, his expression hadn’t changed.

“Put your hand on the table, palm up.” He commanded, and you did. He held his hand up over yours. “I am not going to touch it, but I want to see how close I can get before it activates. Tell me if you feel anything.” You nodded, and he lowered his hand slowly, inching closer and closer, until you could feel the heat of his palm. “May I touch it?” He asked, and you nodded again. His skin just barely grazed yours, and you felt the buzzing begin. He removed his hand immediately.

“It won’t activate unless we touch. I see.” He flipped the notebook open and began writing. You couldn’t read the runes, but watching him write them was interesting. Like an exotic form of the calligraphy videos people posted on the internet. “So our wellness is dependent upon closeness, but the power transfer requires direct contact. Now I am going to test if contact can be achieved through solid materials.”

He lay a sheet of the notebook paper over your hand, then pressed his palm to it. Nothing happened.

“No.” Scribble. He tugged his sleeve down over his hand, and tried again. Nothing.

“No.” Scribble. He pressed the scrap of metal into your palm and tried again. Still nothing.

“No.” Scribble. Then the leather. Nothing happened for a moment, but you began to feel the buzz, as if from far away, slowly growing. “Interesting. I suppose it counts as skin. Yes, it appears skin contact is necessary. We should get you a pair of heavy gloves.”

Scribble.

“What does it feel like, from your perspective?”

“Well, the first time, it burned pretty badly. Like I imagine what being branded actually feels like. It hurt all the way up my arm. The second time, it didn’t hurt exactly, but it buzzed. Like when your arm falls asleep and you get pins and needles? But without the pain. And it felt tight all over, like I needed to shed my skin and get bigger. It didn’t hurt, but it was overwhelming. Overstimulating. The light got into my eye and made it hard to see.” He seemed to be writing down everything you said. You wondered if you could convince him to make a copy of his notes that you could read. “Do you think it would kill me if you held on for too long?”

“Hm. Possible, but I don’t think so. It’s far more likely that the power would reach a critical point, and discharge in some form. I doubt it would kill you, but you would probably find it extremely unpleasant.”

“Yikes. Let’s maybe not do that then.”

“Very well.” But it looked like he might still be considering it. “How do you feel about dinner?”

“Positively.” You said.

“Bjarkhild has bid you to eat more, hasn’t she?” He said with dry amusement. “That’s her advice to everyone.”

“Eh, she’s right though. I’m not supposed to be this thin. I mean, society would say I ought to be even thinner, but it’s not true. This isn’t a healthy me. I just haven’t been able to eat much these past few months, and now I’m just leeching energy from you I guess? I’ve gotta get my strength back.”

“Were you strong?” There was a touch of teasing in his voice as he stood and led you back to the less crowded hallways. The stares followed you. They probably would for some time.

“I could carry two boxes of dough at once.” You bragged. “I’m short, but I’m sturdy.”

“So you’re a drudge.” Still teasing.

“Is that fancy talk for modern peasant? Because you’re not exactly wrong, but still…rude.”

“Are you ashamed of what you are?” He asked, no longer teasing. You sighed.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure I can really explain on the spot like this. Give me some time to find my words?”

He nodded, and a beautiful, armored woman appeared in front of you both, so suddenly that you nearly walked right into her. Loki stopped short, and while he didn’t exactly back up, he did shift his weight away from her.

“Hello.” She said. “Arm yourself.”

“They’re here already?” He asked.

“Almost. Is this her?”

“Hi.” You said, a little shyly. She seemed tense, but you were also instantly impressed by her. “I’m _____. Um, pleased to meet you?”

“Brunnhilde. What weapon can you wield?”

“Uhhhh, I can shoot a gun?” This was still the most normal conversation you’d had today.

“That’s impressive.”

“Not really.” You protested. “Everyone I know can shoot a gun. I don’t have one.”

“Here.” Loki pressed a small knife into your hand. You hadn’t seen where he’d gotten it from. “Don’t engage anyone unless you absolutely have to. Stay close to me. If you have to use that, do not be merciful. There are some very powerful beings among our enemies.”

“Are we going into battle?” You squeaked the last word. “I don’t know how to fight!”

“Stay close to me.” He commanded. “Brunnhilde, will you also-“

“Yeah, yeah. Shield the princess. I don’t mind.”

The three of you exited the building through a back entrance, weaving through evacuated streets. Loud noises echoed amid skeletal buildings, until you reached their source. As you approached, you saw Thor pick himself up off the ground, bellowing orders for the man from the fens to hold off.

Said man-Heimdall, Thor called him-had his sword drawn, a blade as long as you were tall, and was sternly facing down the attackers.

That was Iron man.

That was Captain America.

That was suddenly very bad. You definitely couldn’t fight Captain America. He was your hero!

“All right.” Iron Man announced from up in the air. “First of all, she owes me twenty five bottles of scotch. Second of all, return the girl you stole right now! This ain’t the Viking age, we don’t abduct women over the seas anymore!”

“Are you all right Miss?” The Captain called out to you.

“Um, I’m actually fine.” You answered back. “Can…Can we not do this? I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”

“We’ve seen the security footage, Miss. Whatever he’s convinced you to say, you don’t have to worry anymore.”

“He’s an old man, my dear, and he’s gone as deaf as one.” Loki growled.

“Hey, that’s the soul of my nation you’re talking about! And he’s right about that footage being pretty damning. For all intents and purposes, you kidnapped me.”

“Saved you.” He reminded.

“And what do you think it looks like on film? You already said you knew it would look bad!”

The growing argument between Thor and Iron Man escalated into a full blown fight, causing Brunnhilde to leave your side for his. Repulsor blasts were so much louder in person. You cringed at the noise, and Loki shoved you behind him, standing firmly between you and any stray blasts or debris. Captain America and Heimdall both looked completely exasperated, rushing to try and contain the damage.

You felt a sudden touch, and whirled to stare into a window to another place. A hole in the world framed by orange sparks, out of which reached an actual fantasy wizard. He grasped your hand in one leather glove, the other bringing a finger to his lips in a shushing gesture.

You felt the burning buzz begin, as if from far away, fighting to reach through the glove and into you. The wizard looked startled; his grip faltered and you yanked you hand away.

“No!” You shouted, slashing the little blade at him, but missing badly. “Don’t touch me!” You couldn’t let it happen again.

“Shit.” The wizard hissed, and the window in the world closed, right as a thrown dagger passed through the place it had just been.

“Yes, run!” Loki snapped. “You aren’t welcome in Asgard you two-bit, amateur-“ A deflected blast rocked you both off your feet. He scooped you up when you couldn’t recover as quickly as he could, holding you close to his chest.

“Are you injured?” He demanded. You shook your head.

“A human shield, Reindeer Games? That’s a new low, even for you!” Iron Man exclaimed.

“All right, that’s enough!” You shouted. “Stop fighting! You-“ You pointed at Stark, still up in the air. “Land! Everybody shut up and listen! I’m the one you came here for, right? So let me talk!”

You stormed away from Loki, placing yourself about halfway between sides.

“Come on home now.” The Captain said. “Your father is worried sick.”

“You talked to my dad? Well, that’s good. He knows I’m ill. Didn’t he tell you?”

“Yes. That’s part of why he’s so worried, and why we’ve personally come to collect you.”

“Okay, well that’s what I need to explain to you. I’m here because of my illness. I’ve been offered an…experimental medical treatment. Since none of the doctors I saw could tell me anything about my illness, I’ve decided to accept the offer. And it’s doing great, see! Yesterday, when that footage was taken, I couldn’t even stand up on my own. The prince had to come and get me unannounced like that because my condition had deteriorated so badly that it had become an emergency. I intended to contact people about it as soon as I could. Will you tell my dad that? I’m really sorry about all the confusion, so can we stop throwing weapons and energy beams at each other now?” You pleaded.

“Is this true?” The Captain asked Thor.

“It is.” He confirmed. “She is our guest for the duration of her treatment.”

“And how long will that be?”

“Well…” You said. “We aren’t quite sure. It is experimental, after all.”

“We want you to check in with us once a week.” The Captain said.

“Done!” Thor agreed.

“Cap, you can’t be serious.” Iron Man began.

“I don’t think she’s lying.” The Captain stated. “Though I wonder when Asgard decided to extend this kind of charity?”

“We were going to start with just this one case, and see how it was received.” Loki said. “Poorly, it seems.”

You wondered if it counted as a lie if he never said that they didn’t ever plan to have any more cases. Who knows, maybe they did plan to extend medical services to people, just much farther in the future.

“How did you think that specifically you teleporting a girl out of her workplace with no word on what was going on was going to be received well?” Iron Man exclaimed.

Loki shrugged. “I can’t stay isolated out here forever.”

“Oh, yes you can!”

“Okay, are we cool?” You asked. “I can’t go back home just yet: I’ll die. But I’m perfectly happy giving you regular check-ins, and since it seems like his Majesty agrees as well, I think we have an arrangement. Does that sound good? I hope so, because I’m getting really cold out here! The rest of you may be alien gods, or wearing advanced technology; I’ve got a polo shirt and khakis.”

“Right, of course.” Loki said, taking your elbow and leading you back toward the town. “We need to get you a coat. I’m taking her back inside now, that she might not catch her death again.” He announced.

“Please tell that wizard I’m sorry, but he scared me.” You said.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Iron Man called. “I didn’t agree to anything! You!” He pointed at Thor. “You stick around. We need to talk!”

“Keep walking and do not look back.” Loki muttered softly. “Really? An experimental medical procedure?”

“Well it kinda is, isn’t it? I didn’t lie.”

“Oh that’s precious. You’re practicing wordplay.”

“Bought us some time, didn’t it?” He couldn’t disagree, so he just led you straight back to your room, and had dinner brought to you.

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Thor’ Warriors: Oneshot

Masterlist

Thor Odinson x Plus!Size Reader Ex -HYDRA Assassin

Warnings: Heartbreak, fluff, cuddling

A/N: Sorry for the crappy title! The reader has children with Captain America who died during the upcoming Avengers movie, they weren’t married but where lovers, sorry cruel I know, this takes place a little over a year after his death. Thor takes interest & it turns all cuddly & loving & disgustingly mushy. The story stops and picks up several years later with a SURPRISE!

Words: +1,700

Henry was born while on the run from the government for helping Bucky, while the youngest, the one Y/N argued to name Steven Grant Rogers, was born several months after his namesakes death. Honestly, both pregnancies where a surprise having been told numerous times HYDRA had ruined any chances of children, but here the large framed assassin sat, a widower.

The 2-year-old Y/H/C blue eyes, running after Uncle Bucky while little Grant, as she called him, slobbering on a toy on the blanket she shared with the little blue-eyed blonde, a year old & fighting sleep. The fall day warm for once to bring the kids out on the lawn of the compound to let them play & burn some energy.

“Nice day,” came the all too familiar voice of the king of Asgard as he stepped up to the blanket Y/N & Grant shared taking a seat next to the assassin that seemed at home with the little boy that was now getting up to chase after big brother.

“Bucky! You have incoming,” Y/N shouted out to the soldier that scooped the little boy up & took off with him, Henry losing interest when he spotted Thor & came running their way.

“Yes, it is a nice day, what are you doing… look out…,” Y/N warned, watching the toddler barley miss the family jewels as he flopped into the gods lap, large hands quick to grab the little creature & place him on his leg.

“Are you being good for your mother,” Thor began, the little boy shaking his head yes but Y/N shaking her head no.

“Does mom need a break,” he smiled over to Y/N who looked at the god puzzled to where this was going.

“I could always use a break,” she laughed, the toddler having his fill of the god & going after Bucky once more.

“Do you have a baby sitter then,” he asked quietly, it hadn’t gone unnoticed to Y/N that the past week the god had been friendlier than usual since he was spending more time on Midgard.

“What? for tonight,” laughed slightly, it had been so long since anyone had shown interest in Y/N, plus with kids, duties as an avenger, & why would a literal god like Thor take interest in an assassin when he had thousands of prettier women falling over themselves to be with him?

“Aye,” he responded with a sly smile that still made no sense to Y/N who looked quickly to the squealing boys that wallowed Bucky on the grass, then back to mismatched eyes that sparkled as they looked over her thick frame covered in yoga pants & long sleeve shirt.

“What for,” Y/N asked, just a dumbfounded as ever, locking gazes to smile nervously at him.

“I thought…. if you were comfortable with it… I would like to take you out to a quiet dinner where you didn’t have to stop anybody from throwing anything in the floor or smearing it on you would be relaxing, with me escorting you of course,” the god smirked watching the comprehension spread across Y/N’ face with a blush rising in her plump cheeks as mouth dropped open.

“Oh… OH! OH GOD! I'm so fucking rusty at this! Holy shit…. Umm… I …,” Y/N stammered & rambled like a teen making the god blush & watching his smile falter.

“It's ok I wasn’t sure if you were ready,” Thor began, Bucky starting past the two with the struggling boys one under each arm.

“For the love of god Y/N, you need a break & I don’t think Steve would be upset,” Bucky scolded the blushing assassin that finally met the gods gaze as Uncle Bucky carried the boys in.

“Um.. yeah, yeah I would like that, but I'm not sur who will watch the boys.. I mean…,” Y/N began nervously tugging at her long-sleeve, the god finally meeting excited yet nervous gaze.

“It's arranged, Tony helped, said you needed time away as well,” Thor smiled at the fact he had it planned out for her the woman entertained by the gods slyness.

 Oh god this was dating all over again, she & Steve didn’t date, it just…. happened. Nervously waiting for the god to show up at the entrance to the compound, Happy already waiting as the god finally made his appearance in a simple pair of dress slacks & polo that didn’t look bad on him. Y/N tugged at the t-shirt dress that hugged thick curves hopping she didn’t look to momish.

“It's fine, you look beautiful,” the god commented taking her arm in his to walk her to the car.

“Thank you, you're not bad looking yourself,” Y/N retorted, cursing internally at how stupid she sounded.

“I'm sorry, I’ve never dated, ever,” she admitted before they got into the back of the car, noting that despite wearing heels she still had to look up to Thor.

“Well technically neither have I, so shall we be terrible at this together,” he laughed helping Y/N to take a seat, getting in after  her & shutting the door as he got in.

“Well, it's comforting to know that the god of thunder isn’t as confident in Midgardian custom as I thought, because I for one am not, & I live here,” she chuckled as the car pulled away from the entrance.

It was hot, Y/N could feel sweat trickling down ample curves, hands falling to where the god rested up against her, trying to push Thor away with an exasperated huff & the head that laid on her stomach chuckling at her attempts.

“You're burning me up…,” Y/N whined, the assassin lacing nimble fingers in long golden locks that tickled bare stomach & refused to let him move away, strong arms wrapped around round buttocks that where clothed in the thinnest pare of underwear possible to keep from overheating.

“Yet you hold me tight dove,” he laughed, nuzzling at the soft skin before finally scooting up to be face to face with her, looking back behind her at a screen before looking back to the woman in his arms that refused to open Y/E/C eyes.

“What time is it,” she rasped, filling him settle in front of her laying hot forehead to hers.

“10.”

“Morning or…”

“Morning dove,” she could hear the smile in his voice, but it made her panic.

It was a school day, pushing up in the bed as fast as tired body would allow for Thor to pull her back to the mattress, sweaty back flush to clothed front arms tight around thick torso. The boys now 6 & 5 where going to be late for school.

“Henry & Grant, there late for…..,” she panicked, trying to pry out of the gods grasp, realizing it looked that he had already been up for some time.

“I’ve already gotten them ready & I may add taken them to school, so you could rest. They’re getting closer,” Thor admitted & hinted to the clear screen that showed a readout with a female body, displaying heartbeat, O2 levels among the vitals of the little girl that had stilled & was in position.

“I know, few more hours,” Y/N admitted, watching the spikes get higher with another contraction, this one bigger stronger, but thanks to HYDRA she didn’t feel it like she should, nor bothered by having the baby’s father hugged tight, nuzzling at the nape of sweaty neck.

“Are you sure you aren’t hurting,” he worried kissing the shell of her ear calloused hand rubbing over protruding belly as she rolled to her back to look at him with a smile.

“No, same with the boys, just I didn’t carry them to 9 months they were born in 6 because of the serum that we had running through our systems. This is your fault by the way, 9 months Thor really,” Y/N smiled at the god that propped up to smirk at her.

“Well, Asgardians mature slower than others,” he smiled pecking her lips before helping her to sit up, “& you asked me to if I recall it correctly.”

“I didn’t ask, more like, whoops,” Y/N laughed the god gently helping her to stand, though she didn’t put on a lot of weight on, it was still awkward with a growing…. Warrior princess as Thor called the little girl that Y/N carried.

“Why don’t you make some, well lunch now, or there is left overs,” Y/N questions as she made it to the bathroom, shooing the god off to the kitchenette.

“Should you eat before…,” Thor began, before leaving Y/N to do what was needed.

“Normal people no, but I'm not normal & would like a little something before she gets here,” Y/N admitted, making her way to the toilet to empty squished bladder.

The smell of bacon hitting her senses as she steeped out into the bedroom to make her way out & to the small kitchenette. Y/N backing up to the counter to hop up on it to sit next to the stove to watch Thor, but the god was quick to grab thick hips & place her delicately on the surface.

“You don’t know how to take it easy do you? In a few hours we are going to meet our little warrior & you're hopping around all over the place,” he laughed up at her, stealing a kiss before going back to the eggs that were now in the pan.

“No I don’t, because I went into labor with Henry when we were in a firefight with some bad guys. Natasha had to help me deliver him on the battle field because we were pinned down & Grant was delivered by Tony who kept commenting Steve would have killed him if he knew he seen me like that,” Y/N laughed, watching Thor plate the food but stopping to come stand between thick thighs, taking note panties where gone, she had to be closer if….

“And…. my water broke when I went to pee,” Y/N smiled watching Thor turn into an excited puppy.

“Then let’s get you to med bay to meet our little warrior shall we,” he smiled, pulling Y/N into strong arms to carry her to the med bay.

“I can walk,” Y/N laughed as they stepped out of the room they shared at the compound.

“I know, but MY queen should reserve her strength to get our princess here,” Thor spoke gently, taking moderate but long strides to get them to where they were needed so he wasn’t delivering a baby in the hallway.

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christmas lights (thor x reader)

You and Thor spend your first Christmas as a couple together.

Word Count: 2064

Warnings: toothrotting thor cuteness

A/N: thor is cute and one of my irls gave me an adorable idea abt thor getting excited cuz snow in NYC is a lot more than they get in asgard so yay, here we go !!! some nice thor fluff !!!!! thanks ashley if :) you ever read this, ilu bunches & this is dedicated to you because i love you five-ever and thor is almost as cute as you are

Thor Odinson had experienced more things in life than you could possibly imagine.

He had encountered Bilgesnipe, fought wars all across the Nine Realms, battled the Chitauri, dealt with his absolute twat of a younger brother for over a millennium, and grown up as literal royalty. He’d lead armies, traveled across the galaxy, and killed scores of men.

Yet somehow, the snowfall in New York City never ceased to amaze him.

You knew he’d seen it before — he’d told you of the light snow they received in Asgard, the heaps of it in Jötunheimr, his few encounters with the substance on Midgard… but every time he’d looked out of the window since the first snowfall of the season, he got this small smile on his face, eyes twinkling. The first time he’d seen it, you’d both just woken up from a night of deep slumber, cuddled together under your comforter. As soon as you drowsily took note of the white flakes falling to the ground, you dragged him to the window. His blue eyes were fixed to the scene in front of him, and a smile played at the corners of his lips.

“(Y/N),” he spoke in his usual low voice, “I think I quite enjoy your Midgardian winters.”

You just laughed and pulled him to the bathroom so you could both brush your teeth.

That Christmas morning, you were slowly pulled from your deep sleep, body encompassed in warmth. The bedsheets that surrounded your form were heavy and rather thick (some name brand you’d never even heard of, thanks to Tony), and you could feel the steady rise and fall of Thor’s shirtless chest under your head. That was how you normally slept — your boyfriend on his back, your head upon his chest with one of his arms wrapped around you, the other out to the side. You liked having his heartbeat to lull you to sleep, and he liked the reassurance that you were right there with him.

“Good morning, my love,” he murmured as you batted your eyes open and yawned. “Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby,” you joked, smiling when he chuckled at your ill attempt at humour.

You moved to get up, but Thor huffed out a sigh and pulled you back down to him.

“Just a while longer, my love. I quite enjoy having you here with me.”

You had to fight the smile away from your face.

“Yeah, okay, okay. Five more minutes. Dork.”

He chose not to comment at your insult and instead sighed in content when your head found its usual place on his torso.

When you felt his breathing begin to slow, you laughed, knowing he was most definitely prepared to fall asleep again in this position. You poked his chest a few times, laughing once again when he grumbled something under his breath and used his free hand to swat your prodding finger away.

“Alright, small one,” he conceded, and you pouted at the teasing nickname.

You pulled away from the heat of his chest, and the lack of warmth assaulted you instantly. Grumbling, you dragged yourself out of bed, suddenly unexcited at the prospect of leaving Thor’s warm embrace and the absurdly high temperature of your bedroom.

Still pouting, you asked him, “Why the hell are you so warm?”

He just laughed at you.

It took you a moment to realize that he hadn’t yet gotten out of bed, and instead had shifted so that his back was against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. You rolled your eyes but turned to face him with a smile edging its way onto your face.

“Whatcha doin’?” you asked, and he chuckled at you again.

His smile was wide and warm, and his eyes twinkled.

“Come here, my love,” he spoke, holding his hand out to you.

Eyebrows scrunched in confusion, you cautiously stepped forwards and set your hand in his, giggling when he pulled you to help you onto the bed. Soon enough, you were straddling his lap, fingers idly tracing patterns on his arm.

“What’s up, Thor?”

His hand moved to your face, and he cupped your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“I love you, my queen,” he mumbled, his voice low and gravelly. “I love you more than you will ever know.”

You leant forward to press a kiss to his stubbly cheek.

Heart thrumming, you uttered a soft, “I love you too, my king. Merry Christmas.”

He kissed your forehead, arms going around your waist to pull you closer to him. Your chest was now pressed against his, forehead settled in the spot just above his nose. You looped your arms around his neck, and your eyes held steady contact with his. While a smile was playing on your lips, a smirk found its way onto his face, and you scrunched your eyebrows again, shrieking out a giggle when his head ducked down to press a gentle kiss to your jaw.

His lips trailed down your neck, leaving light kisses as he went, and he stopped at your collarbone, his breath tickling your sensitive skin.

He tilted his head up to look you in the eye, his own blue orbs bright with laughter.

“Come, (Y/N). The others shall be angry at our late arrival to the Commons.”

“As you wish, Thor,” you joked, pulling yourself from his lap and hopping from the bed. He followed you this time, his hand finding its usual spot at the small of your back.

He was walking with you to bathroom when he stilled, hand not leaving your fabric-covered skin. You turned to face him, about to ask what he wanted this time, but the words never left your mouth.

He was standing there at the floor-to-ceiling windows, smiling as his bright blue eyes took in the scene in front of him — Midtown Manhattan, covered in a thick blanket of snow, lights coming in from every which way due to the cars and buildings decorating the city.

“Thor?” you asked, and you grinned when his hand blindly found yours, fingers interlacing.

“Midgard truly is a wonderful place.”

You shook your head bemusedly and pulled him to the bathroom with you.

After brushing your teeth and a not-so-quick shower (of which maybe, kinda, sorta, potentially included an obscene amount of making out), you dressed in one of Thor’s sweaters and a pair of pajama pants, and he threw on a cotton tee and sweatpants. You were downstairs just a few minutes later, making your way into the Commons with everyone else.

“Morning, guys,” you chirped, going to grab a cup of coffee for yourself and tea for Thor, while your boyfriend collected a variety of breakfast foods. Your friends began their usual teasing about your lateness.

“Something hold you up?” Nat said with a smirk, eyeing you over the rim of her mug.

“Thor was being a doofus and didn’t wanna get out of bed,” you sighed. “He’s a man-child. I’m in love with a man-child.”

“Aren’t we all in love with man-children?” Tony asked. He then turned to face Steve, face stoic and serious, which you felt meant nothing good, and your suspicions were confirmed as correct within five seconds; “Steven Grant Rogers, will you marry me?”

Steve punched Tony in the arm, causing the man to grimace in pain.

“I’ll take that as a maybe.”

Another punch.

“You’ll get back to me on it?”

Steve’s fist was only halfway to Tony’s arm when he held his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay, it’s a no this time. I’ll try again next week.”

Steve sighed and shook his head.

“I don’t think I’m the man-child here, Tony.”

“Mm, agree to disagree.”

You laughed at their immature conversation, but Thor’s booming laughter overpowered your own.

“You Midgardians are quite interesting,” he mused, and you smiled at his amusement.

He brought you an overwhelming amount of food just a few seconds later — a grand stack of pancakes, some toast, eggs, bacon, sausages, and much more. Considering how little you ate in comparison to him, he tended to load food onto your plate, let you consume what you wanted, and finish the pile that remained. It was quite a system.

You made your way through as much food as you could while periodically sipping on your hot coffee. Thor’s eyes were trained on you as he drank his own beverage. He’d taken to Midgardian herbal teas a few months prior; hibiscus and ginger were his two favourites, but you’d prepared him some peppermint (in the holiday spirit).

You noticed his eyes on you as you were finishing up, and you ducked your head to avoid his gaze.

“Why are you staring, Thor?” you asked, laughing nervously.

“Ah, I cannot help it, (Y/N),” he mumbled. “Your beauty is… captivating.”

You rolled your eyes, kicking his shin. “You’re cute.”

Thor frowned at you, leaning closer as to nudge you with his nose, then press a kiss to your cheek. His stubble tickled you, and you smiled at the sensation.

“I speak with sincerity, my love. I truly believe you are the most beautiful being I’ve ever had the pleasure to encounter. In all the Nine Realms.”

You smiled wider and slid the plate closer to him. You then proceeded to take a sip from your coffee once more in an attempt to hide the smile that continued to spread across your face.

“Can we open presents now?” Clint asked, voice rising above everyone else’s.

“I think I found another man-child,” you said under your breath, and Thor’s low chuckle made your heart beat ever harder. “C’mon, we should all go to the living room. I want presents too.”

You took your near-empty coffee mug and Thor’s tea, ensuring the god would follow you to the couches across the commons. Everyone slowly picked up their belongings, trudging to follow you. You found a place on your favourite loveseat, and Thor soon sat next to you. You handed him his mug and allowed yourself to settle into his side, his warmth once again comforting you.

You looked up at him and had to refrain from laughter; there was a bit of pancake in his beard, and he was engaged in conversation with Steve about one thing or another. The light was hitting him just right, making his eyes shine like you’d never seen before.

You tugged at his shirt, and he looked down at you a few seconds later, cocking his head to the side.

“Yes, my love?”

You smiled and moved to pick the crumbs from his beard.

“Merry Christmas, Thor.”

He beamed back at you.

“Merry Christmas to you as well, (Y/N).”

He finished his breakfast at a remarkable pace and set the plate on the coffee table in front of you. As soon as he did so, you tugged on his shirt again, and he knew what you wanted before you had a chance to speak.

He moved to a position where his back was against the armrest of the loveseat, legs extending to the other side; you settled with your back against his chest, and his legs were on either side of you.

Thor smiled against your neck, pressing a kiss there with a sigh.

“I spoil you far too much, my darling. I cater to your every whim. Life as a queen would suit you.”

His arms encircled your waist, and you drew circles on his forearm with your fingertip.

“Maybe someday, Thor.”

He nodded in agreement.

“Mm, I agree. I’d like you to myself for just a while longer.” He chucked before continuing, “Asgard can do without, for the time being. I shall make you my queen when the time is right.”

The nonchalance with which he talked about the subject — about marriage — made your stomach flip in an odd mix of nerves and excitement. His queen. Queen of Asgard. The thought made your head spin.

“Good,” you sighed. “When the time is right.”

Clint cheered when Bruce and Tony finally entered the room, discussing plans for an upgrade to Steve’s suit.

“Time to open gifts!” he demanded, causing you and your boyfriend to laugh at his antics.

You turned to look at Thor, and your eyes met.

“I love you, Thor,” you said.

“I love you too, my darling.”

It was, in a word, the best Christmas ever.

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Gates of Glory, part 10

Loki x Reader

previous part

Right before she left, Heimdall turned to Y/N and said: "They are on a ship in the sky above New York right now."

"I'll find them", Y/N nodded and Heimdall handed her something that looked like a bracelet.

"What is this?", Y/N asked and took it cautiously.

"Years ago", Heimdall explained, "These were used by several gods to fly. Until you return, they are yours."

"Why are you helping me?", Y/N asked sceptically.

"The Queen has faith in you", he replied slowly, "And so I shall do my job as the servant of the crown."

"Thank you, Heimdall", Y/N said, sighted quietly and opened a portal.

Y/N had heard a lot about Midgard. But that didn't prepare her for the scenery she encountered when she arrived on earth.

A city of metal, stone and colourful lights. Strange vehicles that did not need horses or other animals to drive. In disbelief, Y/N watched her surroundings, knowing that people were staring at her.

"Where did you come from?", a bystander yelled.

"Don't talk to her, she looks like this other man", the woman next to him whispered with her eyes widened in panic.

"I will not hurt any of you", Y/N said and put her hand above her heart and saluted, "I am on the side of Thor Odinson."

A guy walked towards her eventually: "You may wanna check the news. He was taken by Captain America and Iron man has disappeared then."

"Who are these people you are talking about?", Y/N asked and raised an eyebrow: "I do not know any of them."

"Captain America is like... you know, fought the Nazis", the guy explained, "And Iron man is the name of the suit of Tony Stark, a millionaire."

"Captain America... so he is the one who retrieved the Tesseract back then", Y/N muttered, "But I have never heard of this Tony Stark."

"Bet you will", the guy replied and pointed on a building behind Y/N: "That tower over there is his home. Stark tower."

Y/N looked at the building: "I could not have guessed." Her voice was very sarcastic as she saw the gigantic letters that read STARK on top of the tower. She had to find the men who were in custody of Loki.

"Well, there are two things Stark loves, himself and women", the guy next to her replied.

"Is that so", Y/N muttered, "Well, seems like this trait of men is found across the realms." With this, she nodded to the people surrounding her: "Shall your future be peaceful, Midgardians." Then, she walked to a place where there were no humans to see her. She touched her bracelet and, without a single sound, started to fly up to the sky.

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It was something Loki had never felt before. He was terrified. Not of the people he fought, those were nothing more than mortals that tried to be gods, and he did not fear Thor, either. But whoever was in his mind was tormenting him. He could hear the voice of the Other day and night, whenever it was quiet, his voice was right there. His threats, but even worse, the visions he let Loki see and feel. Loki realised that if he brought them the Tesseract, the space gem, and the mind gem that was in the sceptre he was wielding, they would have two of the seven stones. Even worse, with the space stone they could open portals to wherever the other five stones were. And Loki realised one more thing: These stones were not meant to be a tool to rule, their only purpose was to destroy.

If he were to succeed, Ragnarok would be the best way out. This, however, extended beyond the nine realms. This would be the end of, literally, everything. He knew the second he attacked the people of Leipzig that chances were that he would be stopped. Frankly, he did not anticipate a man of metal and a man in a white, red and blue outfit to single-handedly stop him, but the outcome was not a surprise. For once in his life, Loki was almost certain there was no 'good way out'. Either he had to fail, lose the two stones so they would not return to the one who sought to destroy everything but he most likely had to die in the process. The other option was to take over the world, hand the two stones over to them and hope that the five other stones were never to be found. But one thing he already knew: A third stone, the Aether, had to be somewhere in the nine realms as it was Asgard that had buried it. Chances were it was about to be discovered, too. If he could stage an attack on Midgard fierce enough to appear sincere only to be stopped by the group of rather unusual mortals that took him in custody, maybe he could get rid of at least one of the two stones without the Other realising his intentions. Then, he might not get killed for his failure to deliver the Tesseract. For now, his plans stayed the same. He knew a quick change in strategy would not be unnoticed by the man in his head.

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Being taken to a flying ship in handcuffs and having the sceptre taken away from him, Loki was actually a bit relieved. For now, at least, he could not be tortured by the Other again. He carefully watched his soon-to-be opponents on the battlefield: The man of iron who was referred to as Stark by the other people on the ship. He was witty and bold. The man in red, white and blue, the soldier out of time, Steven Rogers. Righteous, brave, but often predictable. The monster in disguise, a weapon to be used, but without a owner at the moment, the scientist referred to as Banner. The woman his puppet had talked about, the spy. Claiming to have her own agenda and code. She reminded him of Y/N. Cold when needed, professional, but unpredictable. And his brother. Who could be tricked with magic every time they had fought each other.

Loki grinned at Banner when walking passed him on his way to his cell. A monster to be unleashed, to tear this ship apart. It appeared they had no clue of the sceptre's power to control people. Otherwise, they would have not put Banner in charge of the research. All Loki needed was a bit time for the sceptre to manipulate all people in its reach, the rest, Banner would most likely do all by himself.

In his cell, alone, in silence, Loki could almost sense the Other's hand in his neck. Though the sceptre was not in his possession anymore, he kept seeing the creature, he kept hearing his words.

"The Chitauri grow restless", the Other one spoke. "Let them grid themselves. I will lead them into a glorious battle", Loki replied seemingly confidently. "Battle? Against the meagre might of Earth?", the Other asked, almost disbelievingly. "Glorious", Loki specified, "Not lengthy. If your force is as formidable as you claim." "You question us? You question HIM? He, who put the sceptre in your hand, who gave you ancient knowledge and new purpose when you were cast out, defeated??", the Other one hissed. "I was a king!", Loki answered sharply, "The rightful king of Asgard. Betrayed." "Your ambition is little", the Other one mumbled, "Born of childish need. We look beyond the Earth to greater worlds the Tesseract will unveil." "You don't have the Tesseract yet", Loki stated as a warning, "I don't threaten, but until I open the doors, until your force is my mine to command, you are but words." There it was, the hand in his neck, as the Other one replied: "You will have your war, Asgardian. If you fail, if the Tesseract is kept from us, there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he cannot find you. You think you know pain? He will make you long for something as sweet as pain."

Loki gritted his teeth as he tried to get rid of the voices in his head. Knowing that the Midgardians were most likely watching him, he put on a mocking, amused expression.

After a while, a woman came to his cell. She had tried to sneak up on him quietly, but being the God of Mischief and Trickery, that did not work.

Loki huffed amusedly: "There are not many people that can sneak up on me."

"Bet you'd figured I'd come", she replied.

"After... After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a balm and I would cooperate."

"I want to know what you've done to Agent Barton", Agent Romanoff stated and stood in front of the glassy cell.

Loki grinned mischievously: "I would say I've expanded his mind."

"Once you've won", Romanoff said calmly, "Once you're king of the mountain: What happens to his mind?"

"Oh", Loki grinned, "Is this love, Agent Romanoff?"

"Love is for children, I owe him a debt", the emotionless Agent replied.

Loki sat down on the only stool in his cell: "Tell me."

Natasha sat down, too and started: "Before I worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. I... uh, well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set, I didn't care who I used it for, or on. I came on S.H.I.E.L.D's radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me. He made a different call."

"And what will you do if I vowed to spare him?", Loki asked slyly, quietly.

"Not let you out", Natasha replied.

"No, but I like this", Loki grinned, "Your world in the balance and you bargain for one man."

"Regimes fall every day. I tend not to weep over them, I'm Russian. Or I was", Agent Romanoff replied and shrugged.

"And what are you now?", Loki questioned silently.

"It's really not that complicated", Natasha stood up, "I've got red in my ledger, I'd like to wipe it out."

"But can you?", Loki asked sceptically, "Can you wipe out that much red? Dreykov's daughter? San Paolo? The hospital fire?" Naming all these events caused the Agent to freeze. So Loki continued. "Barton told me everything", he stated, "Your ledger is dripping, it's gushing red! And you think saving a man not more virtuous than yourself would change anything?? This is the basest sentimentality! This is a child at prayer... pathetic!" Loki had risen from the stool and stood in front of the Agent: "You lie and kill in the name of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are part of you and they will never go away!!" He slammed his fist against the glass: "I won't touch Barton, not until I make him kill you: Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And he'll wake just long enough to see his good work and when he starts to scream I'll split his skull!"

He watched the Agent in front of him and added furiously: "This is my bargain, you mewling quim!"

She had turned around and said fearfully: "You're a monster!"

"Oh no", Loki grinned, "You brought the monster."

She turned around, no expression on her face as she calmly said: "So, Banner."

Loki glared at her in confusion: "What?"

"Loki means to unleash the Hulk, keep Banner in the lab, I'm on my way. Send Thor as well!", Agent Romanoff spoke rapidly as she walked away from the cell. She turned around one last time to say: "Thank you for your cooperation."

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"Loki means to unleash the Hulk, keep Banner in the lab, I'm on my way. Send Thor as well!" Y/N heard the voice of a woman coming her way: Hair red as fire and an outfit of leather. She had talked to Loki right before, Y/N concluded. In her S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, Y/N walked down the aisle the other woman had just came from.

"How many visitors does Fury want to bring me?", Loki asked mockingly, "Does he believe only women can make me talk?"

"You cannot intimidate me, Loki", Y/N replied in her disguise.

"Foolish, I must say", Loki taunted, "Without the cage, you'd be dead within the blink of an eye."

"I have some questions regarding your sceptre", Y/N spoke, "As I know more about it than the Agents currently researching it."

"Oh, really", Loki raised an eyebrow, "And why comes that?"

"I know it cannot just control the victims of the one wielding it", Y/N said and looked at Loki, "But also the one wielding it cannot escape its spell."

"You said you were?", he asked to divert the topic.

"I am almost hurt", Y/N replied with a grin as she slowly let her disguise fall, "That you seem to have forgotten about me."

She had never seen him shocked. Though, that wasn't just shock, he appeared to be terrified.

"Where do you hide it?", he asked aggressively.

Y/N frowned: "What?"

"Where is the sceptre?", he growled and hit against the glass.

"I do not have it!"

"LIAR! How do you know about her??", Loki was furious. Y/N had seen him angry again and again, but not like this. He was filled with pure rage.

"Loki, what in the world are you talking about-"

"Well, the Other or his commander may believe to be smart, but this trick won't work", Loki growled angrily, "Y/N's dead. Nothing will change that."

Right. Maybe she could use this to her advantage: "The Other? Then who else is there?"

Loki's eyes pierced Y/N: "You don't know either, do you?"

"How should I, coming from Vanaheim right now?", Y/N asked back. The Other. That must be the one giving him orders. Y/N saw Loki's expression change. It turned a bit softer as he said: "It's good to hear your voice, Y/N, though it is nothing but an illusion."

"Oh Loki", Y/N sighted, "Sometimes, illusions turn into reality, do they not?"

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The Captive Dragon - Part 2

So Muspelheim is one of the 9 realms, it’s considered the Land of Fire. If you have any ideas on what you want to happen, send it to my inbox!! I’ll need some ideas for what happens!!

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You hum softly, watching from your position on the floor as King Nicholas Fury and The Avengers walk into the Great Hall.

Leonora stands up, sweeping her arms out wide, “Welcome, King Fury! I welcome you and yours to my home”

King Fury isn’t a large man, and even though he only has one eye, it seems like he can see right into your soul, “Thank you for agreeing to see me, Queen Leonora”

Leonora smirks, taking in the armor-clad knights, “The pleasure was all mine. Even after so many years it is a pleasure to show-off my pet”

“Ah yes, your pet dragon. Where is the beast anyway?”

“She is right here” Leonora yanks on your chain, causing you to fall forward onto your hands and knees at her feet. Immediately several of the Avengers reach for their weapons, Leonora only smirks. “Y/N, change”

She forces magic through you, making the transformation into a dragon agonizingly painful. Your scream morphs into a roar, your body grows to curl behind Leonora’s throne, your large head rearing high over the humans.

One of the knights step forward, and pulling off his helmet he gazes up at you, “An Antipodean Opaleye, one of the most beautiful dragons in existence. Hello, Dragon” the Knight bows, “I am Prince Thor of Asgard, it is an honor to meet Dragon Royalty.”

Leonora face goes red, “She is not the royalty that you should be greeting, Prince Thor”

“Of course, My Lady. It is an honor to meet the Queen of Muspelheim, Land of Fire” Thor bows low, and takes the Queen’s hand, pressing a kiss to it.

You lay your head onto the ground, quietly watching as everyone approaches the Queen and introduces themselves. Leonora jerks slightly when Lady Natasha kisses her hand, and when James Barnes, who has an enchanted metal arm, approaches her. Leonora looks like she is going to fain when Prince Anthony “Please call me Tony” of Stark steps out of his enchanted armor. When Sir Barton and Rodgers approach, they seem to be the most normal of the group. And then there is Sir Banner, who can turn into what Prince Anthony calls “A giant, green rage monster”.

“You have quite an interesting group of knights, King Fury. I wonder how you were able to acquire such an assortment of people.”

“When my kingdom needed heroes, they stepped up and fought. Unfortunately, my kingdom is in need again. Thanos has cast a curse on my land, and the only one who can undo it is Prince Thor’s brother Loki. The Avengers have been tasked with finding Loki and bringing him back to Midgard so he can undo this curse.”

“And why, pray tell, would that lead you here? I do not have extraordinary soldiers, or assassins in my ranks. Surely these Knights could find this sorcerer on their own” Leonora casually pulls on your collar, making it difficult to breath, “Unless there is something here that no other Kingdom can offer, let us say … a dragon”

Fury huffs and steps forward, “I would greatly appreciate it if we could continue this discussion in private. The Avengers are weary from their travels and would appreciate a place to rest.”

Leonora waves her hand and several servants step forward, “Take these Knights to the guest wing, makes sure that all of their needs are met, and let the chef know that we have guests. Y/N” This time she touches the gem around her neck and magic wraps around your mind, “Go back to your nest. You are not to leave it until I come for you.”

“Yes, my Queen”

“She can speak!” Thor immediately steps forward and open his mouth as is to engage you in a conversation. The last time a guest spoke to you, Leonora had you punished.

“Of course she can speak. My pet knows all of the languages of all of the lands, and I am the only one who speaks to her. You will do well to remember that, Prince.”

Thor bows, but he still doesn’t take his eyes off of you. “I apologize, these travels must have made me lose my manners. Perhaps after some rest I will be able to think clearly”

Leonora huffs and turns away from the prince, “Nicholas, I do believe that you wanted to speak with me in private?”

“Yes, Leonora. Lead the way”

As soon as Leonora steps away the chain that binds you to the throne dissolves into gold dust. You quickly slip back into your human form, tuning away from the Knights and servants to head back to the dungeon.

“Dragon! Wait!”

“I apologize for my departure, however I cannot disobey the queen. Please let me leave in peace”

Sir Steven Rogers places one hand on your shoulder, “I’m sorry for the way you are treated here. I knew a shifter growing up, you aren’t a common pet, you are meant to be free.”

You whip around, facing off against all of the Avengers, “I gave up my freedom in order to save my sister. If I hadn’t someone much younger than me would have been here to greet you. I live as a prisoner so she can fly free.” Letting out a soft growl you rake your fingers through your hair, “I have to go now. The queen will not be happy that I spoke to you”

Thor steps forward, his large frame seeming to dwarf Sir Rogers, “What will happen to you?”

“The queen will sentence a punishment. I have been subjected to many throughout the years, so I do not know which one. Now please, let me go”

“I am truly sorry that we are the cause of your future pain”

You give the Knights a sad smile, “There is nothing you could have done. I would have been punished for one transgression or another. Goodnight, Avengers. I hope you sleep well and I wish you luck on your journey.”

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After setting all of their belongings in their respective room and changing into more comfortable cloths, the Avengers gather in Steve’s room.

“You think Fury will get the queen bitch to let us take her dragon?”

Natasha punches Clint in the arm, “Don’t talk about her like that. It’s not like Y/N chose to be her dragon”

Clint waves off her words, “I was kinda hoping that Y/N would just toast her, Leonora would have deserved it”

Thor hums, clasping both Clint and Natasha’s shoulders, “Did you not see the necklace that Queen Leonora wore? And the collar that Y/N wore? Magic forces the dragon to submit to Leonora, it prevents Y/N from hurting her.”

Steve hums, sitting on the couch with Tony and Bruce, “Is there any way to get the collar off of her? Tony?”

“Bruce and I can’t remove the collar until the magic is removed”

Steve sighs, “I hate that she’s a prisoner here. We’re supposed to fight bullies, but here we are begging one for help”

Thor lets out a contemplative hum, “Perhaps when we find Loki he will be able to help us free her. My brother has always had a soft spot for dragon kind.”

“Maybe we can use her to convince Loki to undo the curse”

“That’s a possibility, Clint. Loki owes us nothing. If we try to convince him to help, he will most likely refuse” Steve sits back further into the couch, letting out a tired groan, “Right now though, I need some sleep. We call all talk about this again tomorrow, once Fury can give us some insight on how to handle Leonora”

“A fine idea, Steven. I do believe that I will take a walk before I retire, acquaint myself a little more with the castle”

Natasha chuckles, “You’re going to try and find, Y/N’s nest. Don’t lie to us”

“Yeah, Thor. Don’t lie to us. If you need any help, just shout. The Other Guy will hear you” Bruce stands up and quietly begins ushering everyone out of Steve’s room and into their own.

“I will do my best not to get into trouble, my friends”

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Finding a dragon’s nest is not supposed to be an easy job, however there are only so many places in a castle where a dragon can live. You hear someone coming down the steps to the platform. There is no tingle of magic letting you know that Leonora is near, and no one else dares to come down here.

“Dragon? Are you down here?”

You raise you head up so you are looking down on the platform, “Prince Thor?”

He gives you a blinding smile, “I knew that I would find you!” He looks around, taking in the damp walls, and the chilled air, “This is where she keeps you? Alone in the dark?”

“This is the only place away from everyone else … or so I’m told” You wings flutter slightly as you stand up, quietly changing form and landing on the platform. “Why are you here? Leonora ordered you not to talk to me”

Thor lets out a booming laugh, “Your queen has no right to order anything of me or my comrades.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help smiling at his remark, “You did not answer my question, prince. Why have you sought out my nest? I have no eggs for you to take, or scales to give away, the queen takes all of them to make them into jewelry”

“Please, call me Thor”

“Then you will call me Y/N”

“Very well, Y/N. I cannot help but feel drawn to you. I cannot help but want to steal you away from here” he admits.

You sit down on the edge of the platform, letting your legs dangle over the edge. “I’d go with you if I could, in a heartbeat. I would rather trust a group of deadly strangers than stay here for one more day.”

“Let us leave then! We can escape into the night! Leonora holds no power over you if you cannot feel her magic”

You snort, “Do you think I haven’t thought of that? I tried, early in my captivity, to escape. This collar binds me to the life-force of whoever is wearing the Infinity stone around Leonora’s neck. That also means that it doesn’t matter how far I go, the magic will always have ahold of me. I don’t know who made this collar, but Leonora has no magic, she isn’t the one who controls me, that stone is.”

“I see”

“Yeah, it sucks, but such is life”

Thor finally sits next to you, “Do you miss it? Do you miss being free?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t change what I did” You turn to look at the prince, “Would you have done this for your brother? Faced life-long imprisonment and torture in order to make sure that he was free?”

“I would, in an instant”

“Then you know what my decision was. Either let my little sister, only a hatchling, become a prisoner, or become one myself.” You take a deep breath and decide to change the topic, “How did you know that I was royalty?”

Thor chuckles, his blue eyes twinkling in the low light, “Only the royals have purple eyes. Did you know that you have a ring of purple around your iris even as a human?”

“You’re probably the first human to notice that. Then again even Leonora doesn’t get his close to me when I am a human. She is only ever interested in me when I am a dragon.”

“Her loss then. It is … refreshing … to speak to someone who is not concerned about my title.”

“I’m glad to be of service, Thor”

He reaches out, gently brushing your hair behind your ear, his large hand cupping your face with a tenderness that you haven’t felt in years, “I will do everything in my power to help you, Y/N. I swear on my kingdom that you I will free you.”

You lean into his hand, savoring the contact, “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep”

Thor’s thumb brushes along your cheek, “I always keep my promises, Y/N. Now,” he stands up, helping you to your feet, “it is time for us both to sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will bring good news to us both”

“I like your optimism”

He chuckles, “Goodnight, Y/N”

Steeling yourself you lean forward and press a gentle kiss to Thor’s cheek, “Goodnight, Thor”

Before he can say anything else you quickly shift back into a dragon and curl into your nest. Thor stands there for another minute before he slowly makes his way back up the stair. You can’t help but feel hope at the princes promise. Perhaps one day you will no longer be a captive dragon, perhaps one day you will finally be free.

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Part 3 ... ?

[mostfacinorous]

stoki, arranged marriage/secret relationship au

“No.” 

“You can’t just say no and figure that’s the end of it, Rogers. We need this, and you’re the only one who fits the bill.” 

“This is America, isn’t it? We don’t have arranged marriages. And even if we did– isn’t this the job of a prince or a dignitary of some sort? I was raised in Brooklyn, flat broke. I’m not–”

“What you are is the leader of the Avengers, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. And as such, the only ‘warrior’ we have that’s a fitting match for the prince of Asgard.” 

“Woah. Hold up– Prince?”  Steve felt his heart rate tick upwards, and he wondered if Fury knew, or guessed, or who else might have realized he wasn’t wholly straight. 

“The Prince apparently isn’t always a guy, but I leave that between the two of you to figure out. Asgard requested a man, our greatest warrior, and that’s you. We have an interstellar threat coming the likes of which we are laughably unprepared to match, and the best way for us to team up with the big guns out in space is for you to marry the king’s kid. Look at it as a marriage of necessity, if you must. Negotiate it so that it’s a mariage in name only– I don’t care. But for god’s sake, Rogers, please, just marry the damn prince.”

Steve had to suppress a shudder when Nick referred to the prince as a kid– they knew next to nothing about him, but apparently he was a thousand years old, give or take. And what that meant, developmentally, for an Asgardian remained to be seen. 

“Look, you and I both know that America is better than it was when I was growing up, but it sure as hell isn’t ready for a gay Captain America. And I’m not–” not ready to even talk about his orientation, let alone his sex life. There was speculation– he couldn’t help that, but he’d never done anything to engage with it. What they were talking about here…

“We just say you married into the Asgardian royal family. Like I said, the prince isn’t always a man, get him to be a her for photos, problem solved.” 

Steve shook his head. 

“I don’t want news of an arranged marriage for me getting out. I’m still used as a symbol. I don’t want to give anyone an excuse to pressure their kids.” 

“Fine. We’ll figure that part out. Maybe we just won’t publicize the marriage– you move there, we call you an emissary. He moves here, we say he’s a new Avenger. It will work out. But you’ll do it?” 

“I’ll go. I’ll meet him. I’m not marrying a child, or anything, alright, I’m not– this is really messed up, Nick.” 

Fury at least had the good grace to nod somberly. “It is. But it’s worth it, or you know I wouldn’t ask.” 

Steve sighed. “I’ll go pack. Tell the scientists to get their bridge ready.” 

“I’ll have Nat drop off the intel we do have. Study up; you want to make a good impression.” 

Steve’s stomach did a little flip. All this hiding, all this working to stay away from any sort of romantic entanglement, all this waiting for the right person, and there was every chance he was about to marry someone he didn’t even know. Someone who wasn’t even human. 

He couldn’t claim to be pleased.

—

“So you have bargained me away, and for what?” Loki asked, pacing back and forth before Hlidskjalf and its occupant, his anger and fear translating into a raised voice and nervous energy. 

“Loki, please.” Frigga spoke, standing beside his father, clearly trying to disarm the argument. 

Loki had done his best, silently acquiescing to his father’s decision when it was presented to the court and waiting until they were alone to address this decision, made without so much as a ‘by-your-leave’. He stopped his pacing, fury spiking as he leveled a glare from one parent to the other.

“It is a ridiculous backwater planet and the creatures who live on it share a lifespan with some of our insects. What could they possibly have that you would be willing to throw me away for?” 

“You speak truth, my son. But it is not abandonment, nor are you being banished.” Odin said, reacting at last. “Their lives are short, and once your husband dies, you need have no further ties to their people. But they have developed, since last you were there. Even now, their great minds are readying a device to send the man here, to meet you. That they are capable of such travel after so short a time is worrisome. I wish you to go, as our eyes. Gather intelligence, that we may know of their abilities. Learn what they are capable of. And in the meantime– I have arranged for you the best of their species to wed. Any child you may bear would be well positioned for kingship. And then it would be natural for Midgard to fall back under the rule of Asgard.”

Loki felt his mouth open in shock and tried not to heave. 

Odin’s disdain for mortals was well marked, well recorded. And now he was being thrown away, not only as a wasted union, but to serve as some sort of broodmare for a halfblooded line, all to earn back a realm which they had never truly lost in the first place.

And no doubt this was why a better match had not been found for him, nor even searched for: he’d been branded argr, his seidhr marking him as unworthy of taking a wife. And so he was to take a Midgardian husband, and expected to lay down for him. Bear his children. This was punishment. For who he was– what he could do. He did not look to his mother again. He could not stomach it.

“My father– my king, please– I can be worthy of a much greater post. I am capable, wise, my abilities in bargaining and diplomacy have no equal. And in strategy– could we not merely take Midgard back by force? Show them the might of Asgard, as they once knew?” 

Odin stood, leaning some of his weight on Gungnir, his great spear, and seeming no less commanding for it. Huginn and Muninn flew through the window, settling themselves on either side of the seat he had just left.

“I am your king, and I have spoken. Asgard demands this of you, and you will do as you are bid. Heimdall welcomes your betrothed as we speak. Go, greet him, and remember: all that you do is in service of your realm. Go and make us proud. Go, and prove that you are all that I have trained you to be. And when you return, when your ties on Midgard are severed, you will be rewarded for your loyalty. I have in mind to name you Advisor when your brother is King. But it will be some time before either of you are ready. And I believe there is much you can learn, not only for Asgard, but for yourself, while you are on Midgard. And of course, you may visit. We’d encourage it, in fact.” Odin reached for Frigga’s hand and received it– she stood by him. And his decision. 

Suddenly, Loki could not stand to be in the same room, to be sharing air with them. His stomach felt cold, frozen through by this betrayal. He should have expected it. He hadn’t. 

He bowed. “I will go to receive him.” He said stiffly. He kept his eyes averted as he bowed again. “Your majesties.” 

He turned his back on them and fled the throne room, as he hadn’t done since he was a child, first taken to task for his gifts with words, and lies, and magic.

—

Steve looked around the golden dome of the bifrost, everything clamoring for attention all at once. 

He was on another planet. The architecture pulled at his eyes, the great interlocking circles above his head that led gracefully down to a dark polished stone flooring, which led in turn to a golden pedestal, and beyond it, a bridge that looked like it was made of crystal, shot through with every color he’d ever seen, and some he hadn’t. 

The rainbow bridge, the books had called it. He felt a smile pulling at his mouth, stricken by the impossibility of all of this, when a voice sounded from behind him. 

“So you are Captain Steven Grant Rogers of Midgard.” 

The voice was low and pitched so that it echoed. 

Natasha had come by the night before and given him the rundown on how to act, how to introduce himself. He dropped to one knee. 

“I am. Pleased to meet you, You Majesty.” 

From the pictures they had on file of Thor, he’d expected someone who looked like an older version of him, but then again, they knew so little about the people here. Maybe he was adopted. 

His thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle from the man, and he looked up, surprised by that reaction. 

“Rise, Steven. It has been some time since I was mistaken for the King of Asgard. I am Heimdall the Gatekeeper– and you would not wish to be on your knees when your betrothed arrives.” 

He nodded over Steve’s shoulder and he stood, turning to look. 

Racing down the crystal and rainbow bridge was a horse and rider, green cape whipping out behind them, a second horse trailing off to the side and a little behind, and even from here, he could see the white circles that rippled outwards from each hoof fall.

“He is not an easy man, your intended. But he is obedient, and will do as his King asks. You would be wise to consider his willingness, when you speak to him.” 

The Gatekeeper’s voice was hushed, as though he feared Loki would hear, and Steve took a deep breath, eyes picking out details as he got closer. 

He could see the helmet he wore, the horns coming off of it that made him worry about whether or not there would be horns there when he took it off. He had a pale, narrow face with a mouth set into a straight line, and Steve found himself standing straighter in response. 

It was… comforting, somehow, knowing that Loki probably didn’t want this, or like the arrangement any more than Steve did. But they both had their roles to play and their reasons to do it. 

Loki stopped a few feet back and dismounted, letting go of the reins. His horse was apparently well trained enough not to run off without him. 

When he pulled his helmet off and stopped just outside of the doorway, he looked exactly like the cover of a pulpy novel, and Steve found himself swallowing. 

Long black hair and cape shifted in the slight breeze, his gold helmet tucked under his arm, leather and metal arranged over his front– he could be riding off into war, instead of coming to pick Steve up from some sort of interplanetary train station. 

He didn’t say anything at first, and Steve got the feeling he was being judged, measured. He also got the feeling that Loki wasn’t impressed. 

He’d come in his dress uniform from World War II, and he supposed next to all the grandeur of Asgard, he must look pretty drab. Plain. He hadn’t thought about that. But it was too late now. 

“Captain Steven Rogers.” Loki said, inclining his head. “Welcome to Asgard.” 

It wasn’t exactly the warmest of greetings. Steve pulled on a smile. 

“It’s good to be here. And good to meet you– Prince Loki.” 

Loki nodded, apparently satisfied, and looked to the Gatekeeper. 

“Thank you, Heimdall. I will take him from here.”

The Gatekeeper nodded and returned to his pedestal, and Steve watched him for maybe a moment longer than he normally would have, nervous about being left alone with the Prince. 

“You can ride a horse, can you not?” Loki asked, and it came off a little sharp, making Steve turn toward him in surprise. 

“I’ve done it a few times. I think I should be able to manage alright.” He wished he’d though to bring a backpack, though, instead of a duffle bag. 

“If you are uncertain, you could ride with me on mine.” Loki offered, and Steve saw the way his brows rose, the almost drawl that was only half buried under the words. 

It made him square his jaw and shake his head. 

“I’m good. Give me just a minute to get used to it, but…” He shuffled the bag into one hand, then the other, debating how best to mount the horse, while Loki vaulted into his saddle easily, gracefully– Steve tried not to stare. 

“Allow me to take that for you. At least until you have gained your seat.” Loki spoke the way he moved, smooth and graceful, but Steve still felt like he was being judged. 

At least Loki was trying to be nice though, he figured, so he passed the bag off.“Alright. Thanks.” 

He then promptly embarrassed himself further, nearly tugging the horse over on top of him with his efforts. Finally he stepped back and just jumped, managing to make it, that time. 

Loki’s face was frozen, trying to remain bland, but he clearly could not keep the amusement hidden all the way– his mouth turned up at the edges. 

“Oh, father is going to love you.” He murmured, and Steve felt his ears reddening. 

“Why? Is he fond of clowns?” He asked, and Loki snorted. 

“No. And he is equally unfond of Midgardians, and their lack of decorum. As much as possible, allow me to speak for us. And if in doubt, be polite. It should not be difficult.” 

Steve nearly groaned. The Gatekeeper warned him about the prince. The Prince warned him about the king. All that was missing was the shotgun, and this marriage arrangement would feel about as awkward as possible. 

Loki nudged his horse into a walk, and waited for Steve to follow suit. 

“So.” Steve said, finally, trying to break the ice. “I guess… we’re going to get married. Do you have any… thoughts, on the subject? Do you want this?”It felt like a stupid question, but he didn’t want to… to tear apart true love or force the guy into it, or something. He knew so little– next to nothing about him.

Loki glanced sharply at him, holding his face still and calm. “It’s my duty. I cannot say I am pleased with the idea of living on Midgard, among the mortals, nor am I certain I understand why my King has chosen this course, but I am bound to obey, and I will fill my role properly, as I have been ordered.”

Steve didn’t miss the way it went from ‘father’ to ‘my king’, and he found himself frowning. He understood the idea of duty and orders. He just wasn’t sure how similar the concepts– and the weights of them– were, here.

“And if you refused? What would happen to you?” He asked. 

Loki might have laughed– or at least, that might have been what that noise was. “Likely I would be exiled to Midgard, my powers stripped away, my strength taken from me… much the state Thor was left in, when father wished to teach him some humility. Your people cannot fully appreciate the depths of that punishment, but. I would go to your realm just the same, only alone and unable to help myself. This is better.” 

Steve saw the way Loki’s eyes skated over his face. 

“And if you refused?” He asked at last. 

Steve shrugged. “Nothing, probably. Extra paperwork, if Nick was feeling petty. They’d have to find someone else.”He watched Loki’s face, trying to guess if that was preferable. 

Loki was silent a long moment. 

“So then why did you agree?” he asked, finally, and Steve realized he didn’t have a great answer, other than the truth. 

“Earth needs your help– your peoples’ help. And if the duty of being bound to your people has to be carried out by someone, I’d rather it be me than someone who…” He paused. “On Earth, it’s still not– a union between two guys isn’t fully accepted, yet. So when you come back with me, it could be ugly. Or we could pretend not to be married. In fact, I think it’s probably better if we did. We can be married to satisfy all the customs but... keep it a secret.” 

Loki shut his eyes. “Do not let the King or Queen hear you say that. They would consider it breaking the oath of marriage that we have not yet made. But we may discuss this matter- it may well be the easiest way of it. Assuming, of course, that you should remain close enough to at least guide me through establishing myself on your world. Or assign someone else to. I need only remain until you die; those are the terms of my settling on Midgard.” 

“Of course,” Steve agreed quickly. “Yeah, I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of, personally, even. I figure we could live in the same building, just... maybe different rooms?”

“Good. And when we visit my parents, you will be capable of the pretense that we are happily married, and enjoying all that such a bond offers?” The relief in his voice was so palpable that Steve decided not to tell him about how bad of a liar he was. And how little he knew about what ‘such a bond offered’. 

“That will work. Sounds like we're pretty much on the same page, here.” He commented. 

Loki gave him the first genuine smile he’d seen on his face. “Perhaps this will not be so difficult, nor so painful, as I feared.”

Steve returned his grin, and didn’t object as Loki urged his horse to go a little faster. 

One step at a time. First things first, meeting the in-laws. Then marriage. Then they could figure out faking a life together. 

Piece of cake.

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I don’t know if you’re still taking requests for HC, but I was thinking. What exactly happened for the queen to be called the warrior queen? And, if it was a battle, how exactly did it go through with Steve? We know he’s super protective, and with their history with battles and kidnapping, I bet it was anxiety inducing for the dude. I guess I’m asking how fierce and awesome was she in battle, and if Steve was there what was his reaction? Hope you’re safe :)

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Y/N had started training almost as soon as she arrived to Midgard. Steve was extremely supportive of it. He, Dame Natasha, The Knights of Howl, and other experts in the art of fighting all trained Y/N. 

There were rumors in the kingdom of the Queen’s abilities. But they had yet to be showcased. 

Until one day, before Isabella was born and Joseph was just a mere toddler... Midgard was attacked. It was a village right near the border of the country. The King was attending to a threat – a threat that was hundreds of miles away from the attack in his own country. 

Word would not reach him fast enough. Even if it did, it would’ve taken him days to get there. 

When Y/N gained word of it, she immediately responded, gathering knights. And she refused to in the safety of the castle as she sent her own men to defend the kingdom. She had no armor of her own and wore some that was made for a smaller man. But it fit her womanly frame fine for the situation. 

Y/N led a charge, saving the majority of the Midgardian villagers. Their entire village would’ve been massacred had it not been for Y/N acting so quickly. She saved lives. 

The villagers were shocked at seeing their Queen coming to their rescue herself. 

Word traveled fast. Songs were written about the heroics of their Queen. Paintings were made from the retellings of villagers who witnessed the small battle. Gifts were sent to the Queen from peasants who weren’t even victims of the attack. They were just grateful for their Queen. 

They started calling Y/N the Warrior Queen. 

Steve, though worried when he heard of Y/N’s decision and actions, wasn’t even able to return home until days after the event. He already knew Y/N had survived, completely unharmed. But he wasn’t convinced she was OK until he saw her with his own eyes, touched her with his own hands.

Once the relief had passed, Steve was nothing but proud. 

He immediately ordered the royal blacksmith to make Y/N her own armor. 

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Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

As the Avengers and their allies have continued to protect the world from threats too large for any one hero to handle, a new danger has emerged from the cosmic shadows: Thanos. A despot of intergalactic infamy, his goal is to collect all six Infinity Stones, artifacts of unimaginable power, and use them to inflict his twisted will on all of reality. Everything the Avengers have fought for has led up to this moment - the fate of Earth and existence itself has never been more uncertain.

Director: Anthony Russo, Joe Russo Writer: Christopher Markus, Stephen McFeely (screenplay), Stan Lee, Jack Kirby (Marvel comics), Jim Starlin, George Pérez, Ron Lim (comic book story) Cast: fucking everybody IMDB | RottenTomatoes | Official Site

Watched: on 25 April, at the IMAX cinema, and 28 April, and 01 May

Reaction: ± Thanos demands my silence. I will say that i wasn’t half as prepared as i though i was. I'll edit this in like a week with my actual reaction since i assume by then it'll be far enough down any follower's (who hasn't watched - IN A WHOLE WEEK AFTER RELEASE!) dashboard to not be seen unless you're looking specifically at this blog.

Memorable aspect of the movie: + So many things. (Soon.)

Would I recommend it? > Fuck. Yes.

[EDIT:] So, reaction. After more than a month because i haven’t been on in a while, and under the cut because it’s hella long (like, super fucking long) and rambling in my geeky joy. :D It’s in 3 parts, from the three times i watched it.

[Take 1] ± It was an EXCELLENT, WELL BALANCED FILM. They have the Marvel Cinematic Universe formula down pat of comedy and drama, action and reaction. It’s so perfect and fun to watch. They were able to give the gigantic cast fairly equal screen time as well as balancing the personalities on screen. [See bonus content at the very end.]. That they split up the teams and threw them with other franchises was a great choice for both balance and dynamic. The visuals -- cinematography, CGI, costume, make up, set design --, as always, are a feast, with the coloration of the film striking a balance between all the different tones from each individual franchise. 

[Take 2] Memorable [aspect] moments of the movie: + D:  “I am Loki, Prince of Asgard... Odinson.” + XD “I’ll get you a metaphysical ham on rye.” + Doctor Strange and Tony’s interactions. It was interesting repartee and good chemistry. + Stark-raving Hazelnut and Hunka-Hulk-a Burning Love. I need to try these flavours, and also i need to know the flavours for every other Avenger. + <3 Tony brings the stupid flip phone around with him! AND there’s a message!! + XD “Squidward” + XD “Dude, you’re embarrassing me in front of the wizards.” + XD Bruce trying to beat Hulk out.  + “Wong, you’re invited to my wedding.” + XD The singing. Mean faces. “Language. ... Ever since you got a little sap.” OMG. You GOT a little sap. Oh, puberty. “ XD “He is not a dude. You are a dude. He is a man. A handsome, muscular man.” “It’s like a pirate made a baby with an angel.” “God man.” + XD Mantis’s attack form. + XD Quill’s jealousy and mimicking. + “All words are made up words.” Well, that’s actually a good point. + “Is there a 4 digit code? A birthday perhaps” Thor’s really gotten into Midgard culture eh? (Which is a good carry over from Thor: Ragnarok.) + XD Rabbit. Tree. Morons. Ah, Thor’s nicknames. It’s fun, cause he doesn’t mean them maliciously and he says them with such regal diction that they feel kind of acceptable as nicknames. + The intro sequences for the rogue Avengers. STEVE!!! <3 And Sam! And Nat!! The whole fight sequence too! + D:  “Where to, Cap?” “Home.” !!! (ESPECIALLY IF YOU REWATCH AGE OF ULTRON AND SEE HOW STEVE REACTS TO SAM SAYING “Home is home,” AT THE PARTY. TT_TT )  + “The kid watches more movies.” Well, that’s a good enough strategy. + “WHAT ARE THOSE??” The two teenagers use the same (meme) phrasing. + “Doctor. Do you concur?” + <3 “I’m not looking for forgiveness. And I’m way past asking permission. Earth just lost its best defender, so we’re here to fight. If you want to stand in our way, we’ll fight you too.” ICONIC. STEVEN FUCKING ROGERS, EVERYONE. + <3 The reunion greetings with Rhodey.” + XD “This is awkward.” + XD “It was an elective.” I NEED TO KNOW WHAT OTHER ELECTIVES THEY OFFERED ON ASGARD, PLEASE. + “I am Groot?” Evidently translates to: Are we there yet? The question of all kids in travelling vehicles everywhere. + D:  “What more do I have to lose?”  + Giant Peter Dinklage. So weird. + D:  Quill and Gamora. + Quill actually got Thanos’s approval. So like, thanks, dad? Hahaha. + “We don’t trade lives.”  + Nebula. What a badass. + XD “Blanket of death” + XD “Where is Gamora?” “Who is Gamora?” “Why is Gamora?” + “You’re from Earth?” “I’m from Missouri.” “Missouri is on Earth, dumbass.” + XD “Kick names. Take ass.” + Tony’s face. He’s so done with everyone. + Rhodey & Bruce. Ahh, what are friends for. XD + Steve & Bucky. Both of you are “hundred year old, semi-stable soldier”s. + Shuri! Wakanda! Man, i love this place. It’s great. + D:  Gamora!! + “Get out of the way, Sammy.” SAMMY! + Thor jumping onto and then sitting on the pod. What a cutie. + “It’ll kill you.” “Not if I don’t die.” “Yes, that’s what killing you means.” + XD “Magic! More magic! Magic with a kick!” + Bucky & Rocket + “New haircut?” “I see you’ve copied my beard.” This is SO MUCH better knowing they ad-libbed it.  + “This is my friend, Tree.” “I am Groot.” “I am Steve Rogers.” Of fucking course. Such a polite cutie pie, this guy. + XD Okoye’s reactions, and the “Why was she up there all this time?” + “She’s not alone.” FUCK YEAH. LET’S GO LADIES!! + “Oh, screw you, you big green asshole. I’ll do it myself.” Banner is super funny, situationally in this film. + “Tony Stark.” “You know me?” Hell yeah, you deserve to be acknowledged all over the universe, Tony. + The power of Doctor Strange and the mystic arts. SO COOL.  + Tony ran out of nanoparticles! O_o + D:  Wanda & Vision + “Steve?” TT___TT D: Bucky! Sam! My King! “Steady, Quill.” “I don’t wanna go!” TT__TT FEELS.

[Take 3] ± The familial hits get me more than the romantic ones. My reactions per viewing gave me three different experiences; It was personal, then intellectual, them empathic, in that order, for me. There are some moments i paid particular attention to, for a few characters:

Loki gets to come full circle with the “We have a Hulk,” line along with his redemption arc continuing on in from Thor: Ragnarok. Thor is an odd amalgamation of Shakespearean proper and slangy modern. “A little bit.” “So cool.” “I bid thee farewell and good luck, morons.” “Bye.”

The interplay between Tony and Strange. Excellent. It’s a real battle of egos at the beginning which turns to a mutual respect. Tony is a true leader. He intuits other people’s emotional reactions and attempts to keep them in line long enough to complete the goal.

A lot of shots in the Avengers compound are just Steve’s reactions. What bearing will this have? How does he feel about the cost?? Are they showing how tired he is from paying for his decisions?

The kid’s all heart. The first thing Peter does, once their plan goes awry, is try to save everyone even if he can’t remember their names. Okoye is a warrior to the core. She refuses to attach even these fuckers from behind. Bruce is such a goof and it shows now that he can’t disappear mid-scene. “Oh, you guys are so screwed!” And all the talking-to he gives Hulk.

Thanos’s voice really goes soft for Gamora, as a child, and the “I’m sorry, daughter.” “Tony Stark. ... You have my respect. I will wipe out half of humanity. I hope they remember you.” That’s amazing. The cost, the deterioration, is up to his arm and his neck. That’s an interesting detail which kind of implies that the Infinity Gauntlet (in the MCU at least) can only be used for something of this scale a few, if not only one, times.

I love that Marvel is really invested in antagonists that aren’t villains purely for the sake of being evil, but are fleshed out beings with emotions and purpose and passion, even if their goals are morally misguided. They have complex backstories and three dimensional personalities. Their goals are logical and intelligent, if a little beyond what’s reasonable. Their thought processes within the realm of imagination but a step too far for civilians and heroes.

The ending of this film is superb. I’ve seen many a peer say they think it’s too short or unresolved but i think they fail to appreciate the story. That sometimes the “good guys” don’t or can’t win (for now). That there are outcomes we’d rather not fathom and costs we’d rather not pay. But they happen. And the MCU gets this. That things happen and there’s a balance to it. There’s collateral and there’s gains and losses. And not just for the protagonist. (But for every character.)

Thanos achieved his goal, but at great personal cost. He won but lost all at once. Likewise, Killmonger achieved some of his goals but failed at others, died but did it with dignity in his eyes; Hela brought was released from her bonds and gained power but didn’t wind up ruling Asgard as it was swallowed by Ragnarok; Zemo sowed discord and ripped the Avengers apart from the inside, but was prevented from shooting himself and joining his family. 

[BONUS:] In some of my movie reviews i talk about the characters and their stories in relation to Joseph Campbell’s Heroic Monomyth. And, i dunno, i suppose it my complete emotional roller coaster watching this film along with all the geek out moments, i completely missed its inclusion in this, given that the beginning of the monomyth takes place before the beginning of this film. I was delighted to find it pointed out to me in this post by The Screen Junkies - The Dailies Facebook. It’s a really good breakdown of the way the writers (maybe intentionally) incorporated the Heroic Monomyth in Infinity War despite it featuring like 7000 characters and all of Hollywood. :)

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Was Isabella breached? Did Y/N hemorrhage? Oh the angst that must have been in involved. Loved the new one shot by the way!

Heart of Steel - Masterlist

Yes, Isabella was breached. It made the labor even more difficult and it took much longer. Y/N was in excruciating pain, which Steve was only allowed to helplessly listen to for the majority of the labor. But he’d had enough after 12 hours and practically charged his way into the room, despite the midwives yelling at him to leave.

He could tell by the stress of the midwives that things were not going well and they were worried about both Y/N and the child.

Steve has enough and got onto the bed, sitting behind Y/N so her back was to his chest. He whispered encouragement to her. Practically begged her to stay strong and continue fighting. He ignored any protests from the midwives. He could tell his wife was growing weak and almost delirious from both the exhaustion and the pain.

When Isabella was finally born, the baby was thrust into the king’s hands as the midwives moved their concern to Y/N, who had passed out.

Steve cried as he held his daughter for the first time, convinced that he was about to lose Y/N. To this day, he doesn’t believe how a miracle has occurred, seeing as both Isabella and Y/N survived.

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In HOS after Steve and Y/N have been married for a while (handful of years) are they passionate? Predominantly I feel that in those times sex between married couple, mainly royals, was for procreation. So do they have sex to show their love to each other? Or do they do other things as the main display of it. I hope this makes since, but I’m not sure it does sorry.

Heart of Steel - Masterlist

They definitely have passionate sex. It takes a bit of time. Their love is a slow burn. Y/N is slow to truly fall in love with Steve and trust him. But from the beginning, she knew she would grow to love him. She just couldn’t do it immediately.

But yes, you’re right, most royals during that time uses sex for procreation and not for love. But Steve said he would only marry for love and he’s always loved Y/N – and he always will.

That’s why I included their sex scene in the one shot/extension A Proposal. I wanted to show that they do love and desire each other. And that sex is a big part of their relationship and a way that they show their love for one another.

Obviously they do many other things to show their love as well. I mean, Steve built an entire new garden for Y/N as soon as they married. He wanted to make it bigger and better than the one she had in Zamora. Y/N is shyer about showing her affections. Things are more conservative and proper in Zamora. She grew up watching her parents, who respected and cared for each other... but never passionately loved and desired one another like Y/N and Steve grew to.

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

In HOS who would Isabella & Joseph get married to & would they be inlove or? And I know you said you've held off answering Q's at the moment about how the Reader, Bucky, Steve would die/how(I think, sorry if you didn't- then it's my mistake) but I was watching a clip from the show Reign where Mary marries someone a while after Francis' death I think to gain an ally or something(Idk the details lol) but it got me wondering, if The Reader or Steve were to die, would they both remarry or not & why?

Heart of Steel – Masterlist

As hinted at in the one shot/extension, A Proposal, Isabella married Magni Thorson (or Prince Magni of Asgard). 

Thor and Steve & Y/N discussed the arrangement more formally. Y/N thought it best to keep the agreement between the royal families. No one else knew of the promised marriage. 

They did not tell Isabella of the arrangement until she was older. But both families pushed the two children to spend quite a lot of time together. 

As they grow up, they become best friends. Isabella would spend her summers in Asgard as a child every year. Thor and Y/N thought it would be good for them to spend as much time together as possible. And Isabella could learn the ways of Asgard slowly. 

Magni is quick to grow a crush on young Isabella, and it doesn’t take long for that to turn into love when they are teenagers. 

Isabella already loves Magni when it is told to her that she is expected to marry the Asgardian prince. She had kind of figured it out on her own with the way both her family and Asgardians treated her. 

Magni is a tall and large man, just like his father. But he is just as kind and gentle too. Isabella calls him her gentle giant or her bear. For he is only soft with her. Magni is fiercely protective of Isabella, but loves that she was raised to be trained in the art of war and combat just like the women are in Asgard. 

Just as Thor promised Y/N when he first suggested the marriage, Isabella is beloved and safe in Asgard. The people adore her and she fits into the kingdom seamlessly.  

In regards to Steve and Y/N’s deaths...well...

[I cast Clive Standen as Magni, who many of you will know as Rollo on Vikings.]

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what does Steve tell his and the princess' kids when they ask Steve when was the first time he fell in love with her was, and when he knew he wanted to marry her, and similar things like that. And I know the princess loved Steve when they got married (even more so after time) but when was the first time the princess genuinely knew she loved him (not as a princess who needs to find a husband but truly love- if that makes any sense) ?

Heart of Steel - Masterlist

Steve isn’t just freely talking about his emotions like that with his kids. If they ask, he’ll give them a much more watered down version. He’s not one to openly talk about his emotions like that. Yes, Steve is softer than most men and kings during that time. But that doesn’t mean he offers his emotions openly and often.

It’s also not going to be Joseph who asked that. It will be Isabella. And it takes some coaxing on her end.

Also, people have to remember that Steve had already heard a lot about Y/N from her brother, Tony. They’re good friends and Tony had planted the idea of the two of the marrying very subtly and quite a long time before Steve and Y/N ever met.

In regards to Y/N realizing she truly loves Steve... I’m sorry but I can’t give you a specific moment. There’s no “aha!” moment for her. Y/N’s mind is muddled with chaos during that time. She’s both a new queen, in a new country that is not originally her own, she’s mending a broken heart, and trying to learn to love a new man all at the same time.

It’s nearly impossible for her to have a clear moment where she realized she had fallen in love with Steve.

It just happened.