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hi ! can i request something for chris evans x stan!reader (seb's sister) and romantic between r and chris, maybe r has been having a rough time lately, feeling anxious in general and just sad and overwhelmed and both chris and seb are worried about her and plan to do something to cheer her up, maybe a movie night with her comfort movies and r is just so grateful for having them both and she cries and there's hugs and just fluffy hurt/comfort 🤍 thank you so much in advance! have a great day/night wherever you are!

Chris Evans x Stan!Reader

(A/N: The song is Control by Zoe Wees. Song lyrics in pink. I absolutely loved this request. I got a bit carried away with it but I stuck to your main idea. I hope you enjoy it.)

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Anxiety attack, Talks of misogyny in the music industry, Angst, Fluff, Romanian thanks to Google Translate.

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You, your brother and your boyfriend were all in Boston. With the three of you acting for a living, you weren’t often in the same place at the same time. Sebastian is your twin brother, you have been inseparable since birth. Your mother adored the bond the two of you shared. It was especially helpful when the three of you escaped communist Romania when you were eight.

You moved to Vienna for four years before eventually moving to New York. This caused a lot of anxiety between the pair of you but it was like you were each other’s therapy. There were no secrets between the two of you and you could read each other like a book. Your stepfather was the headmaster at your’s and Sebastian’s school and soon enough the anxiety calmed down.

As you got older, you both expressed an interest in the arts, specifically acting. Your mother also taught you the piano from a young age and one day you hoped to release a few songs. Both of your careers were going great, granted you weren’t world famous but you both were happy with your jobs and made a decent living. Your mother was more than proud of the both of you and would go to see everything either of you were in, even if you were just an extra.

For about nine years, there were roles here or there with Sebastian being in Gossip Girl and The Covenant; and you being in Mean Girls, eventually you were both cast in two major films.

Sebastian was cast as Bucky Barnes, in Captain America: The First Avenger. Originally, he auditioned for Steve Rogers, but was just as excited to get Bucky. At a similar time you auditioned for a role in the movie Thor. You too got cast and ended up with the role of Freyja, Thor and Loki’s sister and Goddess of War.

The two films caused the pair of you to be apart for long periods of time. This was hard for the both of you. With the distance and keeping secrets from each other due to your contracts, you found yourselves arguing more often. That was until your mother got involved and with a sharp, trageți vă și fiți liniștiți. Mă doare capul.’ From your mother, soon caused the two of you to stop. (pull yourselves together, you are giving me a headache.)

When the movies came out, you both went to each other’s movies, you finally got to meet Chris Evans, who your brother had been going on about and a few other cast members. The same for when Thor came out, you especially introduced him to Chris Hemsworth and Tom Hiddleston. You also told Sebastian you would replace him with Tom, which promptly caused your mother to hit that back of your head.

When you were contacted for The Avengers and Sebastian wasn’t, you could see how that affected him. Bucky had been killed off and even though Seb knew he would be filming again, he didn't know when.

When filming, you got closer to Chris Evans, you would be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him but he was dating Minka Kelly at the time so you never pursued anything.

That and the last time you went out with one of Seb’s friends, it didn’t end very well. You dated his co-star Chace Crawford, and initially, Seb was excited for the pair of you. Everything was going great but fast, eventually after a nasty argument, the two of you called it quits. Despite you telling Sebastian that your break up didn't have to affect their friendship, for a few years the two of them barely spoke, Sebastian having an alliance with you.

You knew that Seb would never want you and Chris to date so for a few years up until Avengers:Infinity War, nothing happened. You both casually dated and were really good friends, but everything remained platonic. That all came to a halt though when for a scene, Freyja had to kiss Steve Rogers. Both of you were professionals and to start with, neither of you were nervous. It wasn’t your first on screen kiss and it probably wouldn’t be your last.

The two of you performed the scene and when it got to the kiss, neither of you could pull away. Cut had been yelled multiple times and both you and Chris hadn’t heard it. Eventually, when you both pulled away, laughter could be heard on set. Relationships were allowed on set between actors as long as they went through HR.

The only person who wasn’t overly pleased was Sebastian, however, it didn't take him long to support you both when he saw how happy you made each other.

During the pandemic a few years later, you and Chris had already moved in together. You both lived in Boston which was Chris’s hometown and only an hour flight away from your Mom and Sebastian. Whilst in lockdown, you and Chris ended up engaged. You both decided to wait until the pandemic was over to start planning the wedding. Especially after reading the horror stories online about how people had to keep canceling their weddings.

Everything was going perfectly for all you until it wasn’t

Everyone was coming out of lockdown and everything was starting to open up again. During the pandemic, you had facetimed with Sebastian everyday. Even though separation became easier as you grew older, there were still times when you needed your twin brother.

You went from being used to being inside with Chris and Dodger, to back to the real world. If anything, you forgot how persistent the paparazzi could be. You could feel the childhood anxiety rise up again. The feeling like you were always on the edge of a panic attack and that your legs would disappear from underneath you.

You decided that you wanted to focus more on music then acting for a while and you had been writing down a few ideas that you had. Sebastian was staying with you and Chris for a while. Pam and Tommy had just been released and so had Fresh. Seb had just finished Fresh and you asked him to stay when Chris went to go film Ghosted.

It had been a long time since you had spent some time with your twin and Seb came to Boston about two weeks before Chris left as the two of them hadn’t seen each other in so long.

“So what movie we watching?” Chris asked as he sat down next to me, throwing his arm behind me and Seb sat a little further away, the other side of me. The three of you decided on Ghostbusters. Halfway through the movie, you got a phone call from your manager, quietly excusing yourself you took the phone call.

“Hey Laura, what's up?” You answered.

“Hey Y/N, listen I talked to the producers and they don’t like a few of the records.”

“What?” You felt your heart drop.

“I think they are great but the producers think they are missing something. I know you and I know you will come up with something great. We can put these songs on the deluxe album.”

“Yeah. I guess I can write something else. Leave with me thanks Laura.”

“Bye Y/N.”

You hung up the phone and felt a sob rise in your throat. Trying to stay quiet as you felt a panic attack coming on you moved even further through the house. You ended up in your and Chris’ bedroom. You kept replaying the conversation in your head. All you could hear was that the producers didn’t like it.

Little did you know, as you were spiraling, Chris and Seb were wondering where you were. They couldn’t hear you talking on the phone so they got up to look for you. They looked everywhere until they heard you whimpering in your bedroom.

Chris went straight in, Seb lingering slightly at the door until he saw your shaking figure on the bed. Both men rushed up to you and engulfed you in a hug. It broke both their hearts to see you in that state.

“What happened Love?” Chris asked gently but you could barely breathe, let alone try to respond.

“Let me try.” Seb whispered over your head. “inspirați și expirați pentru mine Y/N. În și în afara.”Sebastian murmed to you in Romanian. (Breathe in and out for me Y/N, In and out.)

This helped you calm down quite a bit, hearing your twin brother speak to you in your first language. Chris was looking at the two of you in confusion. He knew a little Romanian but not alot.

Eventually you felt calm enough to talk. “The producers didn’t like my music. They think it is missing something.” You managed to tell them.

“Oh, Y/N/N.” Chris sighed. He felt your pain at that moment. He had seen how hard you had worked to write those songs and how nervous you were to go out in public just to get to the studio to record. He also saw how you were treated differently because you were a woman. Having anxiety himself, he knows how much criticism can knock someone’s confidence.

Seb on the other hand looked fuming. All throughout your careers, he had seen you be paid less, not listened to creatively and been undermined publicly, compared to him. He could feel physical pain watching you yet again be treated unfairly. He had heard your songs and he knew they were great, he just didn’t know why the label couldn’t agree.

“So you know what we’re gonna do?” Seb asked you. You shook your head. “We’re gonna finish Ghostbusters, then you are gonna write an incredible song and prove to them that you can write a great record. Keep a hold of your songs they didn’t like and once your contract runs out with them, me and Chris are gonna help you set up your own label. You decide what gets released.” Seb told you. You latched onto your brother and fiancé feeling really lucky in that moment.

*Four Months Later*

You walked out onto the stage as Jimmy Fallon called out your name.

“Y/N, it’s great to see you! Thanks for coming.” Jimmy greeted you.

“Thank you for having me Jimmy.”

“So, Y/N, you have had a jam packed lockdown. Getting engaged and writing an album!” You heard the audience cheer when Jimmy mentioned your engagement.

“Yeah, it’s definitely been busy.”

“So, you were quarantined with your fiancé Chris Evans and you announced your engagement. How's the wedding planning?”

“It’s going alright. We have more stuff planned now then during lockdown as we wanted to make sure that nothing would be canceled.”

“That’s a good idea, well congratulations.” Jimmy cheered. “So you have a new song out called ‘Control’, what's the story behind that?”

“Well, I have struggled with anxiety since I was a kid. Back then it wasn’t really noticed and with the help of my brother it was under control, however, during the lockdown it started to get worse again.” You took a deep breath. “When restrictions were lifted and Seb had a break for a month or two, Chris was going away filming so I invited him to Massachusetts. Just before Chris left, I had a big anxiety attack. The way both Sebastian and Chris supported me, inspired me to write ‘Control.’” You explained.

“That’s amazing that they inspired you.” Jimmy praised. He then cut it to a break and you got ready to perform. WHen they came back, Jimmy introduced you again.

“So now performing her new song ‘Control’, It’s Y/N Stan.” You took a breath before starting to play the piano.

Early in the morning I still get a little bit nervous

Fightin' my anxiety constantly, I try to control it

Even when I know it's been forever I can still feel the spin

Hurts when I remember and I never wanna feel it again

Don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am

That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

Sometimes I still think it's coming but I know it's not

Tryin' to breathe in and then out but the air gets caught

'Cause even though I'm older now and I know how to shake off the past

I wouldn't have made it if I didn't have you holding my hand

I don't wanna lose control

Nothing I can do anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

I need you to know, I would never be this strong without you

You've seen how I've grown, you took all my doubts, 'cause you were home

I don't wanna lose control

There's nothing I can do anymore

I don't wanna lose control, oh-oh-oh-oh

Nothing I can do anymore (anymore), anymore

Tryin' every day when I hold my breath

Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest

I don't wanna lose control

When you finished you took a deep breath as the live audience applauded you. When Jimmy ended the show, Chris and Sebastian came from the front row and made their way over.

“I’m so proud of you.” Sebastian praised. You couldn’t help the smile that took over. “Mulțumesc Sebastian.”

Seb walked away, leaving you with Chris. “That was amazing Sweetheart.”

“Thank you Baby.” Chris leant down to kiss you and you felt the fireworks you felt the first time he kissed you.

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worstloki · 2 years

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I need answers

#*using a giant whiteboard*#so if thor and loki were BOTH eight at the time they could be twins #but we aren't told any details on appearance of anyone else in anyone else's timelines #none of the variant backstories are SHOWN nor do they describe even their brother #therefore everything could be different or nothing could be different #Laufey is Sylvie's father and Laufey is Loki's father but is it the same Laufey? or would they be different Laufeys?#how many timelines are destroyed within a minute to ensure the timelines stay in the same general direction if so many differences?#i must conclude that it is possible that thor was thor and boastful loki was boastful loki #and that alien genes or no reasoning was ever given for the difference in appearance #OR i must conclude the entire royal family had dark skin #for the sake of comedy i must settle on the former #wherein thor and loki are twins and no one ever questions it ever #asgardians have no education system and paternity tests DEFINITIVELY don't exist and neither must gene studies #so it is not a point of question to be raised ever #since MIdgard is Midgard though #it is entirely possible that Thor will get some eye raises upon saying he and Loki are twin brothers #the Loki show

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wrenhyperfixates · 4 years

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Party Favors

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: Loki comes to the rescue when your nephews’ birthday party is on the brink of disaster. Warnings: some curse words and implied smut; fluff

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“No! Don’t run there. It’s slippery.”

“Hang on, the bathroom’s right inside.”

“There’s going to be cake later, and you don’t want to get a tummy ache.”

Gosh, kids were tiring. You’d promised your sister, Katie, that you’d help out at your nephews’ birthday party. It was a sticky summer afternoon, but the heat did nothing to slow down the thirty-something kids running around the backyard. Between neighbors, classmates, and camp friends, the birthday boys had quite the guest list. Your sister and brother-in-law were both chaperoning the party, along with some other parents, but you were still outnumbered. Even if you weren’t, kids in large groups seem to have a penchant for trouble. It sure didn’t help that they were all at the age where chaos seemed like average fun.

Spotting the twins, you decided to take a few photos for your sister, who was busy running around to make sure everything was running smoothly. “Hey, Timmy. Hey, Tommy. How’re my favorite nephews today?” you said after snapping a few shots.

“But Auntie (y/n),” Timmy started, “we’re your only nephews.”

“Yeah, and we’re eight now,” Tommy continued for his brother. “You can’t trick us anymore.”

“We’re big boys now,” they finished together.

“I guess you are,” you replied, laughing. “Not too big for the bouncy house, I hope.”

“Of course not, Auntie. Bye!” they shouted, running towards the inflatable castle.

You walked over to the boys’ father, Lucas, and helped him check all the Slip 'N Slides and water balloon supplies. Just when you thought you might get through the day without any disasters, your sister came running up to you and Lucas.

“The clown just cancelled. There was a huge traffic jam and he can’t make it in time,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper.

“That’s all right,” Lucas said. “I’ve been saving some grade-A dad jokes for a situation like this.”

Both you and Katie groaned, eliciting a hurt scoff from her husband. And then a genius idea hit you.

“Wait a minute, guys. I literally work with superheroes.”

A few years ago, you’d scored a position at Stark Industries and, though you’d never worked in the field, often helped the team from the lab. You’d even played a large role in designing Tony’s latest suit.

“Could you really get one of them to come? I mean, aren’t they busy?” your sister asked.

Truth be told, you weren’t sure that they were free, but they definitely owed you a favor. You’d saved their butts more times than you could count. It was, at very least, worth a try. You found the quietest place you could, then called Tony. Then Thor. Then Steve. Then Nat. None of them picked up. In a desperate last attempt, you phoned the Tower hoping someone would pick up. F.R.I.D.A.Y. answered and confirmed the presence of one Avenger in the Tower. You immediately asked her to put them on, not bothering to check who it was.

“Hi. I have an urgent matter and need to call in a favor.”

“And since when do I owe you one?” a smooth baritone came from the other end of the line.

Shit, you thought, of all the people in the Tower it had to be him. You and Loki got along well enough, but you weren’t friends, per se. The two of you constantly kept up a witty banter that was often flirtatious. The others teased you about it, and you were sure they placed bets on which one of you would ask the other out first. That, of course, was stupid, as Loki obviously did not feel that way about you. And how you felt? Well, it was best not to dwell on it.

“Oh, hi Loki. Sorry, you weren’t who I was expecting. Where’s everyone else?”

“Out at the movies. They should be back in half an hour, if your urgent matter can wait that long.” You let out a frustrated groan, which prompted him to say, “Well, that’s certainly not how I imagined getting that sound out of you.”

You were thankful he wasn’t there to see you blush. You didn’t know if you could wait that long for the rest of the Avengers. That didn’t even include the time it would take for them to actually arrive. You were about to hang up and tell Katie she better try to find a replacement clown or magician when you got your second great idea that afternoon.

“Loki,” you said, “I’m sending you my location. Just come over as fast as you can. I’ll explain when you get here.”

Then you hung up before he could respond. You raced to the front of the house to wait but were nervous that he wouldn’t show. You didn’t have long to worry, though, because he suddenly materialized, making you jump a little. Sometimes you forgot that he could teleport.

“Your savior is here,” he declared, striking a dramatic pose.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. My hero,” you said before explaining the situation to him.

“Well, I’m afraid I’m not very popular with the masses, (y/n). I think you’d be better off waiting for one of the others.”

You couldn’t help but notice how he tried to hide the sadness behind those words. Before he could leave, you protested, “Kids may love superheroes, but you know what they love even more? Magicians!”

He raised a skeptical eyebrow at that. “I’m not sure how you came to that conclusion. Besides, I don’t much appreciate being reduced to a mere magician.” He stopped for a second to tap his chin as if deep in thought, before continuing, “But, I suppose if you ask nicely, I might consider it.”

You made your best puppy dog eyes and stuck out your lower lip while giving him a pouty please. He considered you for a moment before responding.

“Very well,” he said. “I will save you this time. Just remember that you owe me. In fact, I’ve already got just the thing in mind.”

The devilish grin he gave you with that last part caused an involuntary shiver to run down your spine. He noticed but decided not to push his luck. Besides, he genuinely found it cute. In fact, he found everything about you cute. However, he refused to acknowledge the way his heart beat faster when you took his hand to lead him into the house. As you were walking, he conjured a classic magician outfit for himself. Though, he opted to have green accents instead of the traditional red. When you turned back around to face him, you couldn’t stop the girlish giggle that escaped your lips.

“Like what you see, darling?” he asked, striking a pose.

“Oh, fuck off.”

Despite your harsh response, you were blushing. As much as you were loath to admit it, he was rather dashing in the suit and top hat. You felt a sudden rush of nervousness as you introduced him to Katie and Lucas. You could see on their faces that they were trying to figure out where they knew Loki from. The second they connected the dots, their faces fell, but the reassuring smile you gave them must have worked since they started gathering the kids for the show. In all honesty, you hadn’t thought about their reaction to his being there. Or the other parents’ reaction, for that matter. It was hard to remember that the world was still clinging to the madman he’d been at the battle of New York when you knew he was just a witty prankster. Actually, he did a lot of good for the world. To you, he was just Loki.

You offered him a grateful smile as he stepped up in front of the kids and introduced himself as Loki the Magnificent. For as reluctant as he was in agreeing to this, he was putting on quite a show for them. It was a good thing, too, considering how brutally honest kids could be. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when it became apparent how enraptured all the children were with his act. He even brought Timmy and Tommy onstage to assist him with a few tricks. You made sure to take tons of pictures, partly for your sister, but mainly to tease Loki with later.

Once he finished his last trick, the kids were seated at various tables and the cake was brought out. You wanted to run up to Loki and thank him, but you had to help distribute the cake. After double checking that all the kids got a slice, you brought a piece to Loki.

“Hey, you were great up there. And I guess you really saved my ass,” you said, mumbling the last part.

“It was my pleasure. Believe it or not, I had fun.”

He raised a bit of cake on his fork in a sort of salute to you. You fully expected him to leave once he finished eating, but, to your surprise, he stayed even after all the guests had gone. You two were cleaning up the junk in the backyard when you found yourself thanking him again.

“Really,” you said, “I don’t know what we would have done without you.”

“Well mortal, let this be a lesson on how superior I am and-”

His sentence was cut short by you dumping a bucket of water down his back. You were laughing so hard that you didn’t notice him get one of his own to return the favor. You shrieked in delight as he started hurling leftover water balloons at you. You ran away from him, but his aim was impeccable. Pretty soon, you were drenched. Though you were able to seize some ammunition of your own, you were no match for the god.

“Okay, okay,” you shouted to him, bent over, trying to catch your breath. “Truce.”

“No way,” he replied, running up behind you and grabbing you by the waist. Lifting you into the air and spinning, he said, “I’m claiming this as a victory!”

Your laughter was making such a racket that Katie came to see what was going on. Through giggles, you apologized to her, but she just waved you off. Seeing as you and Loki were both sopping wet, she thanked you for all your help and sent you home to dry off. You wondered why she didn’t let you stay there to do so, but the smirk on her face answered that. Rolling your eyes at her, you said goodbye and then shouted farewells to Lucas and your nephews, who were inside.

You and Loki made your way to your car in a peaceful silence. You offered him a ride, but he insisted on teleporting you home instead. Only problem was, he brought you straight to his bedroom, not your home. You gave him a quizzical look that demanded he explain himself.

“Don’t forget, little one. You owe me a favor.”

“Oh yeah? Bring it on.”

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After their movie ended, the Avengers tried to return your calls. You never did pick up. They didn’t have to wonder why for long, though. The sounds coming from a certain bedroom answered that question perfectly.

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not-close-to-straight · 4 years

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Soul Bonded (Two)(Spideypool)

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“Oh hey, I know those guys.” Clint peeked over Pepper’s shoulder when he saw the video playing on her tablet. “How’d you get that video footage? Not even the Daily Planet manages that good of a look at them.”

“You know, I’ve learned not to ask where or how JARVIS comes up with surveillance videos.” Pepper took her eyes off the screen only long enough to kiss the other Omega’s cheek and to lay a gentle hand at the non existent bump of Clint’s stomach. “How are you and my next favorite niece and nephew doing today?”

“I dunno why everyone thinks I’m having twins.” Clint complained mildly. “We all see how big Steve is with baby James. If a super soldier can barely handle just one kiddo, what makes you think I can handle two?”

“Cos you already handle one set of twins so well!” the sweet Omega laughed at Clint’s disgruntled expression, and lifted her fluffy pink wings to brush against his darker ones. “Tony says the young mutant with webs is named Peter Parker and the bigger one is Deadpool. He wants me to try and get a hold of them and bring them by the compound.”

“Peter’s younger than Wanda and Pietro, and Deadpool’s real name is Wade, but trust me, he’s not the type to share his Omega.” Clint pointed out, and then immediately after, “Oh but with our Alpha starting to step aside with the Iron Man thing, he wants two more mutants on the team and around the family to keep us safe. That makes more sense than the other thing.”

“Exactly.” Pepper rewound the footage to the spot where the admittedly beautiful Omega showed off sheer jaw dropping strength as he shoved the Alpha off him. “They seem rough, together. I’ve never seen a pair wrestle like that before. Isn’t the Alpha worried about hurting his mate?”

“Wade’s mutation keeps him halfway to feral all the time, but Peter’s got some spider thing going on, so he channels predator half the time anyway. They’re fine. It’s like violent flirting, but best I can tell, neither one ever gets hurt.”

Clint pulled a chair up next to Pepper and snuggled in under her wings, soaking in every bit of the love she so readily gave. Tony might be the family Alpha, but Pepper was the family’s matriarch, kept them all together and fed and clothed and made sure Stark Industries stayed successful so Tony could afford to give their always growing family everything.

The pretty Omega exuded pure comfort right along with unwavering resolve and underlying steel that made her a powerhouse in both the business world and in front of the press. Simply put, Pepper was perfect and even with her layers of suppressants, she scented like home and like love and all good things so Clint curled in closer and purred low in contentment.

“Sweet Omega.” Pepper dropped a kiss on Clint’s head and ran light fingers through his feathers. “Have you started craving anything? Getting over tired yet?”

“Not too bad.” Clint promptly yawned and she laughed at him. “I’m only like three or four weeks out, you know? Tony figured it out right away so we are still ages away from me even starting to feel pregnant.”

“Hmmm.” she kept playing with the feathers closest to his shoulders and Clint sighed and relaxed into the familiar touch. “You called this Alpha Wade. You know him personally?”

“We have lunch together like once a month.” Clint mumbled. He was honestly lulled halfway to sleep right there on Pepper’s shoulder but he startled when she jumped and cursed. “Sheesh! What?!”

“You have lunch with him?” Pepper’s pink wings ruffed up in concern. “Clint! If our Alpha knew you were out there with such a volatile mutant, he would lose his mind! Deadpool is dangerous!”

“I think you’re forgetting that I can take care of myself just as well as anyone else in this compound.” The Omega said firmly, almost irritably. “Do you really think I’d hang out with someone I was scared of? Wade’s got a rough past, but he’s okay now.”

“Clint, that’s not what I’m--”

“Pep.” Clint pulled away entirely now, dark brown wings lifting above his shoulders as his irritation grew. “We live in the same building as the Hulk and I regularly share a bed with the former Winter Soldier and the stabbiest, scariest ballerina in the world. How is Wade any different than them?”

“Don’t be angry with me darling.” She tried. “It’s just--”

“Cos he’s a little closer to feral?” Clint interrupted. “Because his bad days are a hell of a lot worse than ours? Cos his wings aren’t pretty and perfect? Since when does anyone have to be pretty and perfect to fit into this family? You’re about the only one in this place with no blood on her hands, Pep. Don’t turn your back on Wade because the blood on his hands is a littler newer than what’s still staining--”

“Clint.” Pepper cupped the Omega’s chin and forced him to look at her. “Clint, I wasn’t going to say any of that. I was just going to say that if our Alpha found out you’d been meeting with someone so dangerous, he’d put an immediate stop to it until he could do some research and make sure Wade’s worst days are behind him. Tony never tells you no about anything, but he would say no to this until he knew you and the babies weren’t in danger.”

“...oh.”

“I love how quickly you stand up for everyone.” Pepper coaxed Clint back into her arms, put the tablet down and turned so she was facing him better. “You did it with Bucky when Natasha wasn’t sure about him, you stepped right in with Thor and Loki to welcome them to the family, and I’m not surprised you’re doing the same for Wade. But honestly, it’s weird enough that you have friends outside our family and it’s even weirder that none of us know about him.”

“And this isn’t about who Wade used to be, or what he’s done and good god, you know it’s not about his looks.” she continued. “It’s about making sure our loved ones are safe before bringing anyone home. Steve didn’t bring Bucky home until he was sure the Winter Soldier was gone. Thor came with Coulson’s personal recommendation and Thor waited to bring Loki along until he knew they were settled and had worked through some of their anger.”

“And now?” the Omega glanced pointedly at Clint’s stomach, then motioned upstairs where Bucky and Loki were napping with Baby Maria and where Thor and Tony were currently putting the last touches on Baby James’s nursery. “Now it’s not just a houseful of super powered or otherwise capable and scary people we’re thinking about. Now there are babies to think about too. Tony would want to meet Wade before he let the Alpha meet anyone else only because our family has grown to fourteen and soon--”

She patted at his tummy again. “Sixteen. Our Alpha will soon have sixteen people to look after. Finding out that you have been hanging out with one of the most astonishing and breathtakingly dangerous Alphas...well we all know what happened with Director Fury when Tony thought he was trying to recruit Bucky, right? The last thing we need is our Alpha going toe to toe with someone like Wade because his initial reaction to his mate spending time with Deadpool would be to go and rip Wade’s wings right off.”

“I guess I never thought to say anything.” Clint frowned, wings drooping, and Pepper immediately crooned at him comfortingly. “We used to run into each other when I worked at Shield, and I’ve told him to bring Pete up for dinner a few times, he’s just never accepted the invite. He’s a good guy, Pep. I promise. I wouldn’t bring anyone into our home who wasn’t.”

“I know you wouldn’t.” She reassured him. “But how about I break the news to Tony that you know Wade personally, hm? I’ll promise I’ll phrase it better than ‘your pregnant Omega regularly has lunch dates with someone who carries two katanas, three different guns and has the unnerving ability to regenerate everything’.”

“Fine.” Clint finally smiled again, leaned in and bumped their noses gently. “I’ll let you tell Tony about Wade.”

Clint cuddled up for another few minutes then wandered off to see if Sam would take him for ice cream-- the Beta was helpless against babies and expecting Omegas and Clint fully intended to take supreme advantage of it for the next eight months-- and Pepper went back to taking notes about the footage of Wade and his mate, Peter.

“JARVIS?” she called and the AI’s system clicked just once to show he was listening, a feature Tony had installed when he realized Bucky had a hard time with J just speaking out unexpectedly. “Let’s get some of the material ordered that Tony used to create Bruce’s room. Not the safe room below the laboratory, but his actual living quarters. Weighted blankets, the daylight lamps instead of the usual lighting, the higher security on the doors, all that sort of thing.”

“The Alpha Deadpool will need similar accommodations due to PTSD?”

“I’m not sure.” she admitted. “But it’s probably a safe bet, and even if Wade doesn’t need those things, I’d rather have it all on hand than need them and have to go get them. Turn on the systems in one of the adjoining suites like Wanda and Pietro have, one of the rooms can be for his mate. Order materials to construct some perches and higher up places for the Omega. Apparently he’s got a rather spidery inclination.”

“Ms. Potts, a rather spidery inclination doesn’t necessarily mean the Omega wants to sleep in the corners.”

“No, I suppose not.” the disapproval from JARVIS was nearly tangible and Pepper laughed softly, “But it couldn’t hurt, right? What if he webs up in the corner and naps?”

“Honestly, ma’am.”

“Order additional high protein foods as well. We’re already getting to the point of needing to raise our own food just to keep up with the soldiers, but the addition of two more metahumans will strain our pantry to about breaking.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Thank you.” Pepper finally gave up rewatching the same videos over and over and went to find their Alpha, trying to figure out how to tell an increasingly protective Tony that his newly pregnant mate had been spending time with a mercenary.

She’d have to make sure he was holding Baby Maria just so he wouldn’t shout.

Sigh.

Their life was absolutely crazy.

************

School buses weren't supposed to blow tires and careen wildly around the freeway at sixty plus miles an hour and then plummet off the overpass into the traffic below, but that’s exactly what happened.

It could have been an error of judgment when the tires had last been filled, it could have been a less than motivated operator who rushed the vehicle inspection before the kids loaded on for their field trip, it could have been something unexpectedly sharp on the road that hit just right and sent the relatively calm day into chaos.

Whatever it was, it was terrifying and Peter didn’t so much hear the screams as he felt them clang around his head when his spidey sense went haywire. The Omega dropped to his knees with a quiet cry, hands over his ears and maroon wings wrapped around his body as he tried to limit the sensory input and figure out what exactly was happening.

“Pete?” Wade dropped to the ground right by the Omega, dark wings up and around them to fend off any prying eyes. “Hey baby boy, what’s up? What’s going on?”

“Something is really really wrong.” Peter gasped, scrambled for his mask and jammed it on. “Something’s wrong, Alpha. I gotta figure out what it is.”

He pushed away from Wade and bolted for an alley, shouted, “Keep an eye out for me!” then threw himself up the wall. Wade couldn’t do much more than watch helplessly as the Omega webbed his way towards the roof so he could try and see what was happening

“Oh shit.” Wade saw the bus right when Peter did, and he took off running for the nearby crowd, pushing people out of the way and shouting for the others to move.

“Get out!” He shouted, snapping his wings out to try and rush pedestrians out of the area, growling in frustration when people just glanced at him and glanced away. “Damn it! Move your ass there’s a goddamn bus heading this way! Fucking move!”

Peter as Spider-man jumped down into the crowd and the pedestrians panicked when he started simply webbing slower moving people and yanking them out of the way. Wade ran around trying to help, shoving Alphas and Betas off into the side alley’s, trying hard to gently but quickly force the Omegas off the street, both of them screaming for someone to call the police, to call an ambulance, to call for help---

-- the noise the bus made as it crashed through the barrier was unbelievable, the echo of screams inside horrifying and the Alpha had only a split second to register a flash of maroon wings --

--and everything came to a stop.

The world came to a stop and all Wade could see was his mate his mate halfway to crushed beneath the front end grill the bus, legs braced and arms straining to hold the weight and not for the first time the Alpha remembered that Peter wasn’t just pretty, he wasn’t just funny, the Omega was damn near supernatural.

And then Peter screamed, cried out because everything hurt and he might have been outrageously strong but he was still human and it hurt and Wade went scrambling to figure out how to take some of the weight off his Omega. He wrapped his wings around Peter’s slim frame and braced his arms on the underside of the bus too so Peter had at least a little bit of support. When the Alpha let his strength surge, he could take on close to half a ton which didn’t even touch the amount his Omega could hold, but at least it was something.

“I’ve got you, baby boy.” he hissed out between clenched teeth. “Let’s get this thing down, huh?”

“Slow.” Peter gasped, sweating through his mask, through his clothes, his honeysuckle scent burned bitter with fear and pain. “Slow, Alpha. I gotta-- I gotta move towards the back so it doesn’t crush when it lands. You got this part?”

“Not even a little bit.” Wade stated calmly. “But we both know I’ll regenerate from being squashed flat, and no one on the bus will, so you do what you gotta do.”

Christ it was excruciating trying to hold onto even just part of the bus as Peter inched his way further down the underside of it, holding it as steady as he could and having Wade scoot along behind him until the front wheels touched. It was easier after that without all twelve tons on their arms, but Wade’s arms were still shaking by the time they made it to the back wheels, his back aching and wings trembling with the effort of holding what his Omega made look so easy.

“Out.” Wade ordered when it was just him underneath the rear wheels. “Get out from beneath this thing and hold it from the other side.”

“I’m fine, Alpha.” Peter shook his head. “This could drop on you the second I let go and I’m not doing that.”

“I’ve come back from being splatted by far worse.” The Alpha said firmly. “One day I’ll tell you about my first run in with fuckin’ Colossus, but first you need to get out from under here. I’ll hold it for a few seconds while you get situated and if you have to vacuum me up and let me reassemble in the apartment, that’s just how it’s going to be.”

“God, you’re gross, some days I don’t know why I like you..” Peter’s feathers shook uncertainly as he tried to time the maneuver. “Okay, I’m only going to let go for like three seconds alright?”

“Get going before the kids start screaming again.” Wade retorted, so the Omega dashed away and for three endless seconds he really thought his back was going to shatter, he really thought his legs would give out or his arms would fall right the hell off. It was the longest three seconds of the Alpha’s life and just when he thought he couldn’t take it half a breath more, Peter was holding the rear bumper again, shouting for Wade to roll out from beneath it so he could put it down.

Freedom.

The kids inside the bus started cheering the second the wheels were down, but Wade wasn’t listening and even if he had been listening, he didn’t care.

All he cared about was the way Peter was looking at him right now. The Omega had set the bus down then ran for the shadows of the alley where he could tear his mask off and stare at Wade, chest heaving and feathers flutters and fingers pressing at the side of his neck where a bonding bite should go. When Wade met his eyes, the Omega tilted his head and parted his lips and dropped his wings submissive for just a split second in a clear invitation.

And a split second was all it took.

Wade’s entire body snapped to attention, and when his Omega turned and fled, the Alpha took off after him, tucked his charcoal wings back and tore through the shadows after his mate as Peter laughed and trilled and egged him on.

They headed east towards Peter’s apartment to get to familiar streets, and once they made it past the park, up to the roofs they went. It wasn’t really fair of Peter to use webs to get so high so fast but Wade would never complain about being able to watch his Omega fly, the beautiful body soaring through the sky, the wings stretched out and catching the sun as he swung between the buildings.

It wasn’t fair that Peter had webs, but Wade wasn’t complaining, and the Alpha just doubled his pace tearing up the stairs to get to the rooftop, bursting through doors and vaulting railings. His heart was pounding, scarred skin itching and veins crawling with feral rising red behind his eyes as Wade raced up and up and up.

His mate had almost died. His mate had almost died. My mate almost died---

“Omega!” Wade burst through the rooftop door of Peter’s building, dented the steel as he rammed into it and skidded to a stop. “Peter!”

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Peter jumped from the utility shed and landed with a light thump, tore off his mask and shucked his jacket and spread maroon wings open in an excited welcome for the Alpha. “What took you so long? Where have you been? I want you.”

Wade met him halfway across the roof, charcoal colored feathers hitching high and aggressive, eyes snapping scarlet as he grabbed for his mate and yanked him in for a brutal kiss.

“Where have you been?” Peter asked again, gasping through the kiss and scrabbling at Wade’s clothes, shoving his hands beneath the Alpha’s shirt to get to skin and moaning low, anxious when he could finally feel Wade’s heartbeat against his palm. “God, that’s good. I missed you. I know it's only been a minute but I missed you. That was incredible, we are incredible, you are incredible, I want to eat you alive.”

Peter was talking a mile a minute, walking backwards towards the wall and dragging Wade with him, crushing kiss after greedy kiss to Wade’s mouth and hissing in excitement when the Alpha’s teeth stung at his bottom lip. “Yes my Alpha, yes more of that. More of you.”

“Settle.” Wade rumbled, a damn useless word when he was no where close to settling, the liquor heady scent of turned on Omega like a shot of adrenaline to his heart, his soul, his cock. “Settle.”

“Make me.” Peter’s hands went sticky at Wade’s side and he grabbed too tight, too greedy as they kissed again and again. “Make me settle. Bite me.”

“Peter.”

“Bite me.” The Omega half purred, half growled, turning his head to bare his neck even as he used that ridiculous strength to shove Wade against the wall. “Bite me, you know you want to. You want me just as bad as I want you and we just did something incredible together and I’m half outta my mind needing you.”

“Settle.” Wade ordered again, dark feathers waving warningly in a display of dominance and a fight for self control that made the Omega whine in pleasure. “Slow down, Omega.”

“Make me.” Peters eyes were bright, his smirk nearly devious, but his honeysuckle scent twisted longing when Wade’s hands settled at his waist. “Make me settle, Alpha.”

“I—“ Christ, sometimes Wade loathed himself. “I’m not your Alpha.”

“The fuck you aren’t.” The Omega ran his tongue over his teeth, then tipped his head to the side to show off the line of his throat, lush and inviting and practically dripping with want and need and mineyoursmineyoursmate. “Bite me, you coward.”

“Bed.” Wade said, instead of saying everything else, instead of just jerking forward and cutting into the Omega’s neck to finally bond. “Bed. Now.”

“I shouldn’t let you knot me until you bite me.” Peter whispered, but he was already backing up towards the edge of the roof, already readying himself to web backwards and then twist into his bedroom window that was only a few feet below them. “I shouldn’t let you knot me until you say I’m yours but fuck, Alpha. I’m gagging for it. Gagging for you. So empty I wanna scream. Need you so bad. What we just did was incredible and I need you so bad---”

“Bed!”

*************

It was always like this.

Always Wade wondering what he’d ever done to have such a sweet Omega, such a pretty perfect Omega curled up and purring on his chest, wholly content to lay over Wade’s heartbeat and rub his adorable nose over the myriad of scars on the Alpha’s skin. Always one hand resting low on Peter’s hips and the other buried in the ridiculously fluffy hair, breathing in Peter’s pure honeysuckle scent and letting it calm the fire in his veins.

It was always like this, always Peter straddling Wade’s waist and stuck tight on his knot, rocking that gorgeous body just lightly, just enough to keep the Alpha swollen so he could stay full as long as possible. Slim fingers tracing the rougher patches of Wade’s skin, the scars and ruined pieces, then drifting up to coast gently, almost tenderly through the feathers Wade had kept away for so long, and Peter breathed in deep and exhaled slow of his Alpha’s scent as it mellowed from brittle need to caramel thick possessiveness.

I love you. Peter thought, and he knew his scent must have changed when Wade shifted beneath him and murmured, “Pretty, perfect Omega.”

It was always like this.

Always so close to enough but just not quite.

“Clint invited us to dinner at the compound tonight.” Wade said a few minutes later when he thought his Omega was maybe drifting off to sleep. “You wanna go?”

“I feel like it’s going to do ridiculous things to your ego if I tell you I’d rather get knotted again than go have dinner with the Avengers.” Peter mumbled, and the Alpha’s wings shook with his laughter. “So I guess we better go. Clint’s been asking for months.”

“Yeah, he really has.” Wade smoothed his rough palm down Peter’s back and patted lightly at the Omega’s rear. “Should we put some clothes on?”

“Definitely not. Let’s definitely go naked to meet my personal hero Iron Man and his harem of demi-gods and super soldiers and non powered but still terrifying mates.” Peter yawned and snuggled in closer. “Definitely not putting pants on for that.”

“Brat.” Wade left a quick swat on Peter’s butt, but he couldn’t help an adoring rumble when the Omega only kissed over his heart. “...I guess we could be pants-less for a few more minutes.”

************

From the outside, the Stark compound upstate looked like exactly that-- a compound. Towering gray walls and not one but two different fences that ensured no one would risk a climb over or cut through without suffering serious electric shock and probably a dangling appendage or two. A deceptively grassy campus with a landing pad that came up from beneath the tennis courts, an underground tunnel system that led to the pools and a state of the art laboratory buried in a bunker that would withstand a nuclear blast. A security system that scanned Wade and Peter not once, not twice but three different times before they even made it through the initial foyer and to the bolted security doors that led to the living areas.

But past the foyer, past the security systems and uncomfortably prison like appearance, through the windowless hingeless doors that either slid back into the walls to welcome someone or slid shut on their bodies to crush them flat, past one more full body scan that ended with a palm imprint machine that collected fingerprints and most likely a trace DNA sample--- past all that, the Stark compound transformed into a gorgeous home full of the scent of happiness, of love and affection, and of family.

“Ho ho holy shit.” Wade breathed as they suddenly stood in an entry way that arched up at least thirty feet, beautiful windows and graceful, artistic architecture lines, and a running length of carpet so plush he sort of wanted to lay in it. “Look at this thing. Who knew Upstate Alzatraz was a posh palace inside?”

“This is crazy.” Peter picked up a picture from the mantle, wings lifting curiously when he saw Black Widow super spy Natasha Romanoff hanging off of Captain America, laughing and clearly drunk, wearing a ridiculously sequined tux for what was apparently the ball dropping party in Times Square the last New Years Eve. “This is Natasha Romanoff drunk with Captain America. This one is Air Force Colonel James Rhodes wearing the worlds ugliest Christmas sweater. Here’s Tony with the Winter Soldier and uh--”

The Omega peered a little closer at the picture, “The prettiest baby I’ve ever seen, look at her Alpha, she’s adorable.”

“That’s Maria, the prettiest girl in any room anywhere in the world, and the tiniest thing capable of bringing Iron Man, the former Winter Soldier and an actual God of Mischief to their collective knees with one gummy smile.”

Pepper Potts was ridiculously pretty as she hurried towards Wade and Peter, her pale pink wings surrounding her like a halo as she reached to shake first Wade’s hand, then Peter’s. “Honestly, it’s almost embarrassing. She rumbled in her diaper the other day and then laughed about, and I thought Loki was going to faint. You’ve never seen a Trickster God fumble to magic up a camera and take a picture so fast in your life.”

“Right.” Wade wasn’t sure if he was dumbfounded because of the unexpected information, or dumbfounded because Ms. Potts was just so elegant. “Sure that’s-- yep. Trickster god, cameras, that all makes sense.”

“It doesn’t make sense.” She corrected with a quiet laugh. “But stick around and you’ll see Lo and Bucky and Tony going absolutely ga-ga for Maria isn’t even the most unbelieving thing to happen on any given day with our family. Now come along, it’s just about time for dinner and you still have to meet everyone, come on.”

The beautiful Omega turned around on sky high heels and hurried down the hall towards the rest of the compound, and Peter and Wade trailed along behind her, eyes wide as they took in the myriad of family pictures on the wall, the intricate AI system control panels set out on a platform by a set of stairs, and as they neared what was apparently the dining room, Peter reached for Wade’s hand nervously as they drew closer to an astonishing amount of noise coming from behind the huge double doors.

“Don’t be nervous.” the Alpha sounded nervous even as he pressed at Peter’s palm. “It’s fine. Clint invited us, the apparent Queen right there seems to think we’re welcome so--”

“Any friend of Mr. Barton’s is welcome in our compound.” came a voice from the ceiling, and Wade instinctively grabbed for a gun at his waist, Peter instinctively clamped his hand down on the Alpha’s wrist so Wade wouldn’t fire at the hidden speakers, and Pepper turned around with a knowing smile and comforting trill of her tongue.

“Ah, sorry about that. JARVIS is just as much a part of our family as everyone else and if you aren’t listening for the click before he speaks, it can be quite startling.”

“Mr. Wilson I suggest you think twice about a weapon.” the AI continued, and the Alpha immediately put both hands up to show that he had reached for the non existent weapon purely out of habit. Peter had insisted on no guns and Wade never told his Omega no about anything other than heat, so he was here gunless and the AI needn’t need worry.

“The last person to pose a threat to my family died in quite horrible fashion, and in the time since my systems have been upgraded to be un-over-rideable.” JARVIS intoned, and Peter turned wide eyes towards Pepper, who only lifted one slender shoulder in a shrug. “Rest assured I will decorate these walls with you and your mate should you think to bring any danger those who reside here.”

“When Clint extended the invitation, he was very adamant that neither Mr. Wilson nor his Omega mate would bring a weapon to our home.” Pepper assured the AI. “But thank you all the same, J.”

“Christ.” Wade had to work hard to get his wings down by his shoulders again, the instinct to shove his Omega behind his back and outright challenge the machine for inadvertently threatening them hard to ignore. “I thought robot butlers were supposed to be polite, not homicidal.”

“JARVIS’s algorithm allows him to change and adapt to new scenarios that present themselves and with this family, a new scenario presents itself daily.” Pepper typed in a code and the double doors swished open. “With the recent addition of Baby Maria, the soon to be addition of Baby James and our Omega Clint so newly expecting, JARVIS is picking up on elevated stress levels from our Alpha and adjusting himself accordingly. He sprayed Thor with fire extinguisher foam the other day because the God of Thunder has one volume setting-- loud-- and Baby Maria was napping.”

“The AI sprayed the God of Thunder with foam because the baby was napping?”

“Tony has an Allowable Decibel Protocol and Thor is in constant violation. It wasn’t the first time he was sprayed and it won’t be the last.” Another one of those shrugs, and Pepper adjusted her always perfect hair and smiled, sweeping her arm out to encompass the dining area and living room of the compound. “Welcome to our home, gentleman. You’ll have to forgive our chaos, I’d say it’s unusual, but it’s really really not.”

“Uh--” Wade raised non existent eyebrows as an absolute beefcake of a blonde strode with golden wings strode by with a wing-less scientist at his side. “Sure?”

“Thor.” Pepper reached out and snagged the blond’s arm and tugged him back. “Thor, come here and meet a new friend of the family.”

“My Lady Pepper.” Thor was massive, purely Alpha from the incredible golden wing span to the lightning flashing in his eyes, but he was downright delicate as he bent and kissed Pepper’s hand. “How are you today?”

“Wonderful, darling thank you.” Pepper turned a little pink, then motioned to Peter and Wade. “These are friends of Clint’s-- the Alpha Wade Wilson and his mate, Peter Parker.”

“The one even Hel rejects, and the child with webs!” Thor nearly crushed Wade’s hand in an enthusiastic shake, his greeting for Peter quite a bit gentler but just as boisterous. “Of course! Our Omega Clint spoke highly of you! You must meet my love, Bruce.”

The huge wings flicked out and just lightly brushed against the scientist, who came forward enough to just nod at the two of them. “Mr. Wilson.” Bruce adjusted his glasses and took a closer look at Wade’s skin, then turned to Peter. “Mr. Parker. Tony showed me the video footage of your abilities. If you don’t mind, I’d love to ask you some questions over dinner.”

“Sure.” Peter was staring even as he took a step back into his Alpha and sheltered beneath Wade’s tattered wings. “You’re Bruce Banner.”

“Ah.” Bruce cleared his throat. “Yes, I am Bruce Banner. The uh--”

“I’ve read every paper you ever wrote on gamma radiation theory and particle physics.” the Omega blurted. “and when I first got my powers I actually used one of your equations to measure the absolute mass of my strength considering my relative size to that of several different spiders and the potential effects if could have on my metabolism and regeneration abilities. Your study into meta humans and mutations as a force of nature and not a mistake is incredible. I know you don’t tour and teach anymore, but now that you’ve set up virtual classes, I’ve subscribed to as many as I can afford at a time. You are incredible.”

“Indeed, my love is incredible.” Thor’s feathers flicked forward again, but this time it was towards Peter in gratitude, a hand over his heart and head bowed in respect to Wade as Peter’s Alpha so the gesture wouldn’t seem flirty. “I tell him in Asgard he would be worshipped as a deity of intellect, but he refuses to return home with me to find out!”

“It’s nice to be appreciated for more than ah--” Bruce adjusted his glasses again and sent another curious look towards Wade, his expression dimming towards empathy and sadness when he saw the ruined wings. “For more than my ability to level an entire city. Welcome to our home, Peter and Wade. I look forward to further conversation.”

“Thor, is there any word on when the Queen Mother will arrive?” Pepper queried, and the Alpha shook his head, let his wings out so they rested gently over Bruce’s shoulders. “I am trying to prepare, but to be honest I’m not sure how to prepare for the queen and goddess of Asgard and her Valkryie guards to touch down here in the compound.”

“My mother will arrive when she decides it is time to arrive.” Thor declared. “She was raised by witches, and her grasp of time eludes me. She knows the exact moment Steve will require her healing, and that is when she will arrive.”

“You’re no help.” Pepper sighed and blew them a kiss, then grabbed for Peter’s hand and pulled the pair further into the room. “Tony is absolutely beside himself with excitement to meet a Valkyrie. I’m still wondering if I’ll have to have a stable built for a Pegasus!”

“Right.” Peter sent his Alpha a disbelieving look. “A Pegasus. That’s normal.”

“Oh Bucky, my love!” Pepper waved and switched directions. “Come meet someone new.”

“Oh I think Bucky and I are fine knowing the people we know.” the Omega that spoke for the former Winter Soldier was shockingly beautiful, pale skin and jade green eyes, long black hair and a tunic cut clear to their navel. A deep voice and near sneer on ruby red lips, but oddly enough their expression was full on adoring as they stared down at the chubby baby in their arms, waving their right hand above the baby’s head to make snowflakes dance in the air. “Why would we want to meet anyone else when our entire world rises and falls with this beauty?”

“Be nice, Lo.” Former Winter Soldier and 1940′s super soldier Bucky Barnes was all soft smiles for Pepper, his left arm gleaming as he reached to pull her into a hug and accept a kiss from the other Omega. “We gotta teach Maria to be acceptin’ of others, you know that.”

“I know that I will raise her to be treated as a Queen and to accept nothing but pure adoration from the lesser, unwashed masses.” Loki sniffed, but their multicolored wings raised high in interest as they looked Peter and Wade over. “You must be Clint’s friends, then?”

“Where is the ol’ Bird Boy?” Wade wanted to know, quickly cataloguing any danger present in the two potentially volatile Omegas and just as quickly deciding that neither Loki nor Bucky were going to make any threatening moves. “He invited us up and now he’s nowhere to be seen?”

“M’sure he’s up with our Alpha gettin’ spoiled.” Bucky pushed shoulder length hair out of his eyes and tucked dangerous looking wings back out of the way before he shook Peter’s hand, and then Wade’s. “Good to know you. Clint talks about you alot.”

“All bad I’m sure.” Wade joked, and the big Omega’s eyes flickered with something almost irritated before he answered, “Nobody talks bad about anybody here.”

“He was kidding, Omega.” the newcomer to the conversation was one Beta Natasha Romanoff, tiny but unbelievably fierce, red hair and snow white wings that she brushed over Loki, over Bucky and then extended warily in welcome to Peter and Wade. “The Alpha was only kidding, weren’t you Wade?”

“Natasha.” Wade had ran into Natasha once or twice, events that usually ended with him getting his ass handed to him courtesy of the most terrifying ballerina in the world. If he hadn’t loved Peter so damn much, the Alpha was sure he’d be head over heels for the notorious Beta. Hell, maybe he was head over heels and judging by the smirk of Natasha’s perfect mouth, she was well aware. “Uh, sure I was kidding.”

“Pretty Omega.” Natasha’s smirk slid into a genuine smile as she opened her wings further for Peter, and the other Omega opened maroon feathers in a greeting as well. “Welcome to our home. The twins are excited to meet you, Pietro is crawling out of his skin ready to have another boy to talk to. Your company will give poor Wanda a break, she wants to dote on Clint all the time and Pietro is hilariously terrible about sharing any sort of attention.”

“Twins.” Peter repeated. “Right. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff--”

“--Barton Stark.” she finished. “And if you think the house is chaotic now, just wait till the Queen Mother arrives with her Valkyrie guard.”

“Yes, Natasha is very excited to meet the Valkyrie, aren’t you love?” Pepper’s suppressant muted scent lightened with teasing and happiness and Natasha play growled at her, ducking in close to kiss her full on the lips and murmur, “Never as excited as I am to kiss you, darling.”

Bucky just smiled at the display and with one last wondering look at Wade, led his Omega partner and Baby Maria away to find a place to eat.

“Pep, glad I found you.” Before Natasha had even pulled all the way away and before Wade or Peter could ask if the Trickster God and former Winter Soldier were honestly raising a baby together, United States Air Force Colonel James Rhodes came to join them.

The Alpha was a sight to behold decked out in military dress, royal blue wings held high as he bent to kiss Pepper on the mouth just as enthusiastically as Natasha had. Wade sent his Omega a curious look, and Peter just shrugged a little, but his smile stretched wide as the air soaked with happy Omega scent and protective, content Alpha as the Colonel rumbled something soft and sweet to Pepper.

“You’re leaving before dinner?” Pepper asked when they parted, and James sighed through an explanation of, “I have to run. I’m supposed to be halfway across the country right now, and I got caught up trying to help Tony string light in Baby James’s room. I’ll be home again tomorrow.”

“We spent all day yesterday stringing lights!” Natasha threw her hands and wings up and the Colonel only laughed, “Apparently they weren’t the exact right shade of not quite white, so Tony ordered more!”

“Of course he did.” Pepper sighed and patted at the Colonel’s arm. “Alright love, I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me tonight.”

“Of course.” Rhodey straightened back up, sent Wade a quickly discerning look but didn’t so much as tense up before offering Peter a smile. “Sorry to run out like this, I usually like to be home whenever someone new comes along but the world needs saving. Another time, Mr. Wilson. Mr. Parker.”

“Colonel.” Wade snapped a salute just because his days in Special Forces had left some deeply ingrained habits. “Another time.”

Pepper watched with an endlessly fond smile as Rhodey hurried out the door, and turned back to Peter and Wade with an expectant smile. “Shall we move on? This is only half the family.”

“So this is normal chaos for you?” Peter finally asked as they picked seats out at the huge table, and the other Omega just scrunched her nose and nodded. “So what’s un-normal chaos for you?”

“If you come by next week, you’ll find out when Frigga arrives.” Pepper reached for a bottle of wine and passed it to Wade to open. “She insisted on coming to be there for Steve’s labor and delivery. Baby James isn’t Thor’s child, but since that Alpha is hopelessly in love with the Captain, he’s been just as bad as Tony with fussing and preparing.”

“That was an insane sentence.” Peter said slowly, scooting his chair closer to Wade and snuggling in under the Alpha’s wings. “You know that’s an insane sentence, right? Thor the demi-god’s mom the Queen of Asgard is coming to help with Captain America’s baby even though it’s not Thor’s baby, it’s Iron Man’s baby and also, Bruce Banner the Hulk hangs out too?”

Pepper muffled an understanding smile. “Just wait till you meet everyone else. That isn’t even the weirdest sentence you can say about our family. Not even close.”

And the beautiful Omega certainly wasn’t kidding.

Dinner in the oversized dining room was the sort of crazy that usually only happened in holiday comedy films, with everyone reaching over everyone else, a truly insane amount of food and an even more insane amount of desserts.

The almost comically pregnant Steve was doted on by Thor, by Bruce, by Tony and Clint, and then Clint in turn was doted on by Natasha and the gorgeous Beta Sam, Tony and Bucky, who kept turning to make sure the mercurial Loki was settled and happy and playing with Baby Maria who was being snuck sweet treats by no less than half a dozen people, including the astonishing twins Wanda and Pietro and an elderly gentleman the twins affectionately called grandfather.

The Alpha Tony was handsome enough to make both Peter and Wade sit up and take notice, and even though the massive wings flickered curiously in Wade’s direction, Tony had nothing but smiles and welcoming words for the newcomers before he moved on to see his family.

The entire event was overseen by Pepper who quickly and efficiently dished out plates, made sure there was always a wine bottle open and plenty of water and juice for the expecting Omegas and in between doing everything, she also managed to answer each of Peter’s questions about their family, and also to assure Wade that they weren’t intruding, honestly this wasn’t even a full house for them yet, they should see it at Christmas time.

It was wild and chaotic and homey all at the same time. Almost overwhelming with all the combined scents but almost unbearably cozy too. Wade couldn’t hardly breathe through the scent of so many Alphas, but the sugar sweet contentment from the Omegas and the balanced but happy Beta’s lessened the deluge until he could finally relax his shoulders and take a few bites.

Peter was fascinated by it all-- by the expecting Omegas and their over attentive mates, by the way everyone looked to Tony for answers and approval while the family Alpha himself looked to all of them for guidance and opinions and help.

There was so much laughter, ringing around the room as they ate from each other’s plates. There was so much love, showing through every interaction and quick smile. And more than that, what brought Wade to almost uncomfortable and uncertain, wings fluttering and eyes flicking red if he wasn’t careful--

-- there was so much acceptance. So much acceptance and adoration between everyone at the table that it was almost too much.

Wade had been shunned his entire life, first by his abusive father and then by society in general when his tendencies ran towards feral. It had made him an excellent soldier but after Vanessa and after the accident that ripped his mutation out from beneath his skin and tore his wings to shreds, Wade was only an excellent monster, used to hiding in the shadows and turning away from too prying an eye.

He didn’t hide from Peter though, and when Clint finally did see them and came running over to excitedly sign through an also spoken conversation, Wade thought maybe he didn’t have to hide here either.

There was just so much acceptance and it showed through in thousand different touches between the family members. No one shied away from Bucky’s dangerous wings or silver fingers, no one looked twice when Loki magicked a knife out of mid air to cut the baby’s food into smaller bites. Thunder literally rolled around the room when Thor laughed at something Steve said, and in the same motion the huge Alpha shifted only the barest bit closer to Bruce who clearly was mostly touch averse.

Pepper was wearing suppressants, Natasha’s eyes flared wide in a moment of panic when wine spilled blood red on her hands but Sam grabbed a napkin and cleaned it up before kissing her gently, and where Clint lay snuggled up against the family Alpha, he kept one hand lightly over the blue reactor sat in Tony’s chest.

They were a family of misfits, of odd edges and unwanted souls but here gathered in the dining room there wasn’t a single person out of place.

Incredible.

“There’s room here for you and your mate.” The Alpha Tony found Wade sometime after dinner when everyone had helped carry dishes away and then the entire family made its way to the common area to relax. Wade was still brooding, still watching every interaction with narrowed eyes, his shoulders set and wings tense as if he was just waiting for the pin to fall, the other shoe to drop, someone to snap and start a fight because isn’t that what family’s did?

“If you’d like to stay, I mean.” Tony finished, and the other Alpha tore his attention back from watching the room.

“Tonight?” Wade couldn’t help shifting a step away from Tony, tucking his wings in closer out of habit and pulling his sleeves down a little further on his wrists. “Uh, thanks. I’ll think about it.”

Tony’s dark eyes flicked down to track Wade’s movement, then warmed in sympathy and before Wade could wonder why, the Alpha pulled his own shirt down a little and showed him the devastation over his sternum and around the bright glow of his arc reactor. “You know, one thing you’ll figure out pretty quick about this family is that we are all scarred. We’re all messed up one way or another but we don’t have to hide, alright? I’m sure there’s more years than I can imagine of you hiding your skin or keeping your wings away from people, but you don’t have to do that here.”

Wade’s eyes flickered red uncomfortably, and Tony shook his head. “I don’t mean to put you on the spot or anything like that, but my Omega mate Clint told me quite a bit about you and your mate and I just want you to know, you don’t have to hide here. Pepper might do that thing where she gets nosy and overly helpful and tries to find the perfect lotion to help with your skin, and Natasha gets super protective over the more vulnerable people in our family, but the last thing anyone is going to do is judge or stare or--”

Tony waved his hand idly. “--or anything like that. Thor’s mother Frigga is considered a great healer, he already suggested maybe she might help if you want. If you want. Or if your mate wants.”

“Peter isn’t--”

“I used to try and figure out how to change my feathers back to their original colors after my accident.” Tony continued on, brushing off Wade’s token denial. “But my Omega mates practically rioted over me changing anything about how I looked, so I let it go. They wanted me for who I am now, I’m sure Peter is the same way with you.”

“Uh--” Wade just kept staring, cos out of all the things he’d expected from dinner with the Avengers in their cult-compound-thing, full acceptance and quite a bit of warmth from Tony freaking Stark wasn’t really it. “---okay?”

“You still look sort of shell shocked, and I get it. We can be a lot to take in.” the other Alpha said mildly, then smiled and motioned to where Peter was talking excitedly with Wanda and Pietro, and laughed out loud when Pietro let his electric blue wings out and Peter fell off the couch in shock. “And I know Peter has his Aunt May as family, but I’m serious. You and your mate are welcome here. There’s room, plenty of room and if there isn’t room, I’ll just build on. It’s not a problem.”

“Th-- thank you.” Wade said slowly, and this time he meant it. “I dunno how I feel about your team, but I know Pete really wants to give this whole thing a try. He always complains about being a lone web slinger, so we could give it a shot. And at least if we start coming around, you guys will look out for him if anything happens to me.”

“According to the most recent rumours, nothing can happen to you.” Tony cocked a knowing eyebrow and Wade shrugged it off. “Along the same subject lines, I heard you and your mate caught a bus today.”

“Peter caught a bus.” Wade corrected. “I was just there to look pretty.”

Tony chuckled softly. “That’s how I feel half the time with my family. I feel like I’m only dangerous with my suit on, but everyone else is incredible. Even the non super powered members of my family are super heroes in their own right.”

And then softer, the Alpha’s scent warming with adoration, “It’s humbling to realize our mates could literally choose anyone in the world as theirs, and for some reason, they chose us.”

“Yeah, I hear that.” Wade ran his hand over his bare scalp self consciously. “Feels like that every day with Pete.”

“Clint says you don’t refer to Peter as your mate, but I noticed you haven’t really corrected any of us who assumed and Peter didn’t seem to mind.” Tony raised his wings curiously. “Should I spread the word that you have a preference?”

Wade nodded, then shook his head, then hunched his shoulders and cleared his throat, cleared it one more time before he managed to ask, “How uh-- how did you know it was time to make your bond official with your Omegas? I know you’ve got something with everyone in here, but your Omega mates specifically. How did you know it was time?”

“I don’t know how much you know about what happened to me in Afghanistan?” Tony paused, and Wade shook his head. “Well it wasn’t great. I went overseas one man, came back a different man and it took a long time to feel like myself again. I knew it was time to bond with my mates when I looked at them and saw home. Bonding with them was like Coming Home, and that’s how I knew it was right.”

“Coming home.” Wade repeated. “That easy?”

“It was that easy.” Tony said emphatically. “The day I looked at them and felt like I was home, I knew it was time to bond with them. Everything else after was just making it all legally official. Adopting the twins, drawing up beneficiary paperwork-- details. It was about finding our broken edges and fitting them together and calling it home and then everything was alright.”

“Huh.” Wade thought back to how broken he’d been after Vanessa, how his wings had shredded, his skin destroyed as the mutation progressed, how the darkness had crept in tinted red at the edges of his vision--

--and how meeting Peter had been like sunshine and fresh air and like home in the middle of a storm he used to pray would kill him.

“But.” Tony reached out and put a friendly hand on Wade’s shoulder, not shying away from the dark feathers, not flinching over the roughness of the other Alpha’s skin beneath his shirt. “You and Peter are clearly soul bonded, so there’s no rush. That Omega isn’t going anywhere, it’s obvious in the way he looks at you, the way his scent changes.”

“Soul bonded.” Wade tried for a smile. “Never thought I’d be taking mate advice from Tony Stark.”

“Trust me when I saw weirder things have happened.” The other Alpha raised his wings in response to Sam calling for him. “Think about what I said, alright? There’s room for you and Peter here. Clint knows and trusts you, and I trust him to only bring the right people to our home, so consider yourself welcome. I mean it.”

Welcome.

Home.

Acceptance.

The later evening found Wade in one of the recliners in the huge common area, his Omega half asleep on his lap as a movie played quietly in the background.

Tony’s unorthodox family was scattered all around the living room-- Pepper tucked into a sofa with Natasha, pink and white wings mingling affectionately. Thor took up an entire couch with Steve on his lap and only a few of his feathers resting on Bruce’s leg. Wanda and Pietro sat on either side of Clint, signing through their conversation and teasing each other like only siblings did. Tony was already asleep with his head in Sam’s lap, the Beta’s wings spread protective and close over the family Alpha, while Bucky and Loki lay on the floor so Baby Maria could crawl between them and babble and wave her fists at the television. Yinsen was working on his tablet, Colonel Rhodes was the reason Pepper’s phone kept lighting up with text messages, and the entire room was full of the scent of family.

Of home, of acceptance, of mates and love and open adoration.

It was…. beautiful… in a way Wade hadn’t expected to find, and the unexpected beauty gave him the courage to nudge his Omega just lightly, just gently.

“Wade?” Peter blinked those big eyes up at him, shifted so his maroon wings covered them both a little more. “What’s up? Are you ready to go?”

“No.” Wade swallowed hard and brushed his rough fingers over Peter’s cheek, melting to his very soul when Peter turned his nose into his palm and purred sweetly. “But um-- I’m ready.”

“Ready.” Peter repeated. “Ready for what?”

“I’m ready.” the Alpha pressed his thumb purposefully into Peter’s bonding spot. “Ready.”

“Oh.” The Omega’s honeysuckle scent flooded with pure happiness, and his voice was whisper soft as he answered, “I’m ready too Alpha my Alpha. Always.”

-- and across the room, Pietro elbowed Wanda sharply and hissed/signed, “Does this mean I have to listen to bonding sex through my wall!? Their room is right next to mine! It’s not fair! I won’t get any sleep at all!”

Wanda put her head in a pillow to muffle her laughter, and Pietro just crossed his arms and huffed at her.

This family was crazy.

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Chapter Notes:

It’s general canon that Peter Parker Spidey can lift between 10-12 tons easily, and a standard sized school bus weighs about 12 tons so that’s why I chose that particular scene. That and the scene in SM: HC where Peter complains about Tony treating him like a kid and Ned is like “you are a kid” and Peters like “yeah, one that can catch a school bus!” I just thought it was funny.

I will never not love Wade seeing whole hearted acceptance and unconditional love and finally realizing “I am deserving of this” and I will never not love Peter being so happy and willing to give Wade absolutely everything.

Also HEY Let’s talk about literally terrifying Jarvis! I feel like he’s been getting more and more human in my stories lately and I regret nothing. If this Tony was going to design an AI to protect his family, I don’t think issuing threats about blowing baddies’ brains out would be that out of character, yes? Yes.

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stylesluxx · 4 years

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cold? chilling? freezing? (I) – s.rogers

[warnings: brief talk of violence]

summary: in which y/n is an assassin turned lover | part two

word count: 1,193

masterlist

"Agent Y/L/N, welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D."

The man that spoke to you wore a black eyepatch and was dressed in all black. He was a spy that didn't bother hiding he was a spy.

"Thank you for having me, Director," You nodded and shook the hand he held out.

You looked around the Helicarrier as he gave you a tour. You were impressed. You've never been a part of an organization that was so advanced.

"The other Avengers are in the lab. They might already be bumping heads, but try to ignore it. They should be happy they have another teammate," He attempted to warn you.

You just nodded and kept a straight face as you both walked into an area where the other recruits were mid-conversation.

"Meet Agent Y/N Y/L/N. She's a trained assassin and will prove to be a great asset to the team," Fury introduced you to the four people standing in front of you.

Robert Bruce Banner, also known as Bruce Banner or Hulk. He's a good-mannered (despite the big green guy) rational, analytical, shy genius. A guy you would've fallen in love with had you not been taught to be a cold and standoffish assassin.

Thor Odinson, initially a stubborn, irrational, and arrogant brute that was turned mature and level-headed.

Natasha Romanoff, also known as Natalia Alianovna Romanoff or Black Widow. She's charismatic and can easily adapt to any role she has to play. Typical assassin.

Finally, Steven Grant Rogers, described in the files as compassionate, patriotic, courageous, and sticks with his morals until the very end. It was respectable, not necessarily how you were "raised" though.

"Nice to meet you all. I've read the mission files and have already been caught up by Fury, so no need for introductions. What's Loki's play?" You spoke sharply and looked at Loki's brother, Thor, for an answer.

Fury gave the other four an amused look before walking off, letting the group work on their own.

Thor then started explaining what Loki wanted and who he was working with.

"He's got two people brainwashed, correct? And one of them is Agent Barton?" You clarified.

"Loki has them under some kind of spell," Natasha nodded.

"I want to know why Loki let us take him. He's not leading an army from here," Steve spoke up.

"He didn't let you take him easy because there's someone on this ship that he's going to use as a pawn. Not too hard to figure out," You said and sat in the chair furthest from the table but closest to Agent Maria Hill.

You ignored them as they went back to talking about Loki. Of course, they were going to brush that off, they didn't want to admit that someone here was easy to use as a piece in Loki's game.

Tony Stark walked in the room, captivating it with his genius, as he does.

Anthony Edward Stark, Iron Man, a self-proclaimed egotistical playboy, philanthropist, billionaire, and genius. You would agree but you knew that was a façade. You had one too. Everyone with the potential to be an emotional wreck but has something to prove has a façade.

"Am I the only one who did the reading? And speaking of which, there wasn't much of you in them. Who are you?" He asked you, catching your attention.

"Y/N Y/L/N. Former assassin," You responded shortly.

"Yeah, I got that but anything else?" He asked and continued to push. "You guys usually have names. For example, Natasha here is Black Widow. Clint is Hawkeye. What do they call you?"

"Seven."

"No special name? Just a number and they couldn't even call you 'One?' How helpful could you possibly be?" He questioned.

You quickly reached over and grabbed Hill's gun from her holster and shot six bullets, purposely missing each of their heads by a centimeter. You put it back and sat back in your seat, crossing your legs.

"And I know five different ways to gouge your eye out with a shoelace. Any more questions, comments, and/or concerns?"

They all looked at you in shock except Tony. He knew he succeeded at pushing your buttons just a little.

"Then shall we continue?" You asked when no one spoke up.

Once Tony and Bruce decided to go to the lab, you followed behind but went to where you'd be staying at instead.

It was a small and temporary room, nothing special or specialized for you. But that was okay, you didn't like staying anywhere for too long. Being comfortable allows vulnerability and the potential to be shocked or disappointed. And those two feelings might provoke you to act out irrational and you desired to be level-headed at all times.

You sat alone in the room for a while doing nothing (because you obviously weren't unpacking) until you heard a knock. You sat up from the twin-sized bed and went to unlock and open the door.

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Third Person POV

Steve watched as Y/N quickly exited the meeting behind Banner and Stark. His other teammates were in the files so he felt like he had a pretty good understanding of them but Y/N had almost nothing in hers.

All he knew was her name, age (27), the seven different languages she could speak (English, Latin, Spanish, French, Arabic, Portuguese, and Afrikaans) and where she was from (but he only knew that because of the unmistakable French accent).

When Steve realized he couldn't pry out as much information as he would've liked about the mysterious woman, he left Fury behind and walked to the lab.

When he saw Tony sticking Bruce, he of course had to comment about protecting the lives of those on the ship. When he realized it'd be harder than he thought getting through to Tony, he changed the subject.

"Mister Stark, is there any way you know any more information about Agent Y/L/N that you might know?" Steve asked, hoping maybe Tony did some extra research on the girl.

"Why? Got a crush?" Tony teased, causing Steve to cross his arms and roll his eyes. "Well, I did try but she's pretty good at cleaning up after herself and staying low key. Which I kind of figured, she's very... what's the word?" He hummed and snapped his fingers.

"Cold? Chilling? Freezing? Arctic, if you will," Bruce huffed out, raising an eyebrow.

"I think she just needs one on one time," Steve suggested even though he agreed with the men about her standoffish demeanor.

"Well you do it then, Doctor Rogers," Tony playfully taunted and set his hands on the table next to Loki's scepter.

"We're scared of her... like... petrified," Bruce admitted before going back to his computer.

"I wouldn't say I'm scared of her, she just seems a little unpredictable," Tony corrected him.

"Seems like you two might get along then," Steve directed toward Tony before walking out the lab.

Steve knew what it felt like to be a fish out of water, he still was on the shore flopping around and choking on air if you thought about it.

Steve was a big empathizer and that's how he found himself knocking on your bedroom door.

[AN: so this is my first series and there’s eight parts total. I’m kinda nervous ngl but excited]

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Sokovian Bastard (Pietro Maximoff)

Requested: No Warnings: Swearing, Pietro being a cocky bitchTM

Summary: Being an avenger has never been easy, and after a certain Sokovian joins the team, it really just does not help your concentration. At all. Especially because the two of you just wouldn't get along.

My Masterlist

Part 2

I thought of myself as a rather nice person. Not overly nice maybe and very much depending on my mood and my surroundings, but, and I stand by that, not unnecessarily rude. I could even keep my cool with Senator Stern last year (many may remember him from that very much public and very much embarrassing Senate Armed Services Committee in Washington, D.C. where Tony Stark had been summoned to attend to and in which Tony had skinned the annoying git alive). So yes, I would describe myself as a nice or maybe, collected person. At least until last winter’s mission in Sokovia, where we happened to run into a pair of genetical mutated twins, going by the name of Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Originally recruited by one of the leaders of HYDRA, Mr. Wolfgang von Stucker, Pietro and Wanda had taken part in a series of tests involving Loki’s mysterious scepter (in sweet memory it may be now) they had somehow mutated into not quite humans anymore. Wanda received a number of mental abilities, Pietro acquired the ability to move at supersonic speeds and other physical features (of where his disturbingly pleasing looks weren’t part of, I had seen before and after footage, much to my displeasure). In Sokovia then, a country which was entangled in constant war and strife and also had been the former base of HYDRA cell operations, they had crossed their path with us for the very first time. Long story short; it wasn’t a very friendly meeting, though you could maybe blame it on the circumstances. Later on, they somehow affiliated with Ultron which was a problem or/and enemy we (or Tony and Bruce) had actually created ourselves…which wasn’t a fact that stopped them from joining Ultron’s side, making them to our opponents. Somewhere along the line they had then switched sides and so on, now both of them were Avengers and helped us with our…duties I guess you could call them. Of course that was very rushed and short and not very much in detail, but it sure does the job.

Now, where Wanda wasn’t the problem and after they cut strings with Ultron, I had started to like her a lot and quite fast, her twelve minutes older twin Pietro very much was. I don’t know how he did it and I had never met someone like this before, but he somehow managed to push all my buttons just right to drive me nuts in no time. I also don’t know when our mutual dislike started, but it must have happened in the very beginning, back in Sokovia. Maybe my hatred started when he had mocked me a bit too long and a bit too personal after pushing me off a balcony at the HYDRA basement back then. Or when he had nothing but bad words to say about my technique of combat or when he decided not to help me when I almost got overwhelmed by Ultron’s soldiers. I only know that my dislike, as well as my attraction (which made that whole mess a bit more complicated) must have been instantly. We just wouldn’t click, not even when he almost sacrificed his life for Clint, back on that godforsaken rock Ultron had planned on dropping down on our beloved planet. So the bickering went on and whilst everyone seemed to get along perfectly fine with the twins, Pietro and I kept lashing out at each other at every chance we’ve got. And that was very often, much to the annoyance of Wanda and the rest of the Avengers.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the cool glass in the conference room. Tony had called in a meeting and almost everyone had appeared on his call. Steve sat around the black table in the center of the room, Natasha and Clint next to him. Wanda had occupied the only more or less comfortable chair in the room and Banner was eyeing her grumpily. Tony leaned against the wall, waiting like everyone else until Maria Hill would appear. Thor wouldn’t come around until we’d throw a party (somehow those invitations never got lost on their way to Asgard…) and Rhodey would probably arrive with Maria. Vision sat hovering in some corner, attentively eyed by Wanda. The door opened and Maria and Rhodey entered the room but leaving the door open. “Can we then start?” I asked slightly impatient. I wanted to take a nap since I hadn’t slept well tonight. Which was also entirely the fault of Mr. Maximoff who had decided to run laps until three o’clock on the complex meadow, which happened to be pretty much in front of my window. The light of his abnormal speeding actions had light up my room until he stopped, making it impossible for me to fall asleep on time. Shutting the light out was close to impossible, since his gleaming energy-thingy he did, was not only bright but also seemed to shine through every crack. Adding to that was the fact that I was already angry, so I laid awake until about four AM.

“Atta princess, I knew that you are not quite fond of me, but trying to start a meeting without me…I am hurt.” My eyes snapped up at the sound of the familiar sokovian accent and I frowned. “Just sit down, your late already and preventing this to be over soon, speedster.” I snapped angrily and he closed the door before leaning on the wall in opposite of me. “What got your panties in a twist today, moody blue?” he mocked with a crooked eyebrow.

“Actually, darling, you did.”

His other eyebrow shot up. “I am all ears.” I growled angrily. “I hope you are. Because if you ever plan on running around until three o’clock on that bloody lawn, I will rip your face off. Do you know how fucking bright that light is when you run around in the night? Bright and not possible to shut out. Just like you, obnoxious and not possible to shut out.” He huffed softly, tilting his head. “Always so angry…” he mumbled and I could’ve strangled him now and here if it wasn’t for Tony who had decided to end our brawl by letting a holographic map appear in the middle of the room. “Enough kids, we know you love each other but now we must return to the reason we’re all here.” I sighed and nodded, focusing back on Tony. He pointed at a pulsing dot on the map, zooming in with a flick of his hand. “We located another HYDRA base. A small one, but one less is one less, no matter how big.” He immediately had the attention of the whole room, me being no exception.

The discussion went on back and forth. Shall we just blow that darn building up? Or shall we go in and check if there were any prisoners or on going experiments happening? The latter would mean that we would have to risk our lives for something that was very uncertain would be there, on the other hand…we couldn’t just kill innocent people just because we were too lazy or practical to risk our own health. We were the Avengers after all, almost dying was part of the contract. After debating another half an hour, we finally decided on storming the basement. For that we would first get inside, check if there was anything, then blow that thing up. Taking as many prisoners as possible and getting out alive would be the optimum…but with a look at Pietro I disagreed silently. Maybe he could miss out on that alive part for all I cared. He caught my eyes and rolled his, before looking back at Stark.

“We should always go in groups. I’d suggest the twins together, Clint and Natasha, Rhodey if you want to come with me…” Steve found my eye and gave me a nod. “Team, love?” I nodded with a grin. “It would be a pleasure.” Banner cleared his throat. “What about me? Can I stay in the Quinjet…?” Tony nodded slowly. “I thought because you complained about stress the last few missions it would be more safe…Vison if you could back up Bruce…?” Bruce nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine with that. So I’ll blow that thing up on your word.” Tony nodded. “Exactly.” I frowned softly. “It would be a waste of cover and energy if he would land to drop us off…shall we parachute out?” Pietro laughed softly. “I don’t know if you realized it already princess, but we’ve got what…one, two, four people of eight can fly themselves. How about those who can fly take someone with them?” I glared angrily at him. “What you actually intended to say was, that you are scared of parachutes, right?” I sassed back, looking back at Tony again. He, like a few others had that partly amused and partly annoyed look on their faces that always appeared when the two of us skirmished again. Rhodey chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Unbelievable. But I have to agree with Pietro…it would be easier and quicker.” I nodded softly. “Alright, if you say so. So who with who?” I asked, avoiding Pietro’s eyes.

“I am not carrying that 90-pound asthmatic anywhere.” Tony exclaimed dramatically and Steve rolled his eyes. “I could take him.” Vison offered quietly and everyone was quick to agree. “I’ll go with Wanda.” Pietro then said but now it was my turn to sneer. “Maybe that is not the best idea, speedster. No offense but since your sister is smaller than you are, maybe you are too much for her to carry safely to the ground. No offense Wanda.” She just smiled softly. “None taken. I think you’re right…probably you should come with me.” I nodded softly, giving her a small smile. Pietro huffed in disbelief. “Wow sister…that hurt. Besides I strongly doubt that she’s any easier to carry than I am.” He mumbled dismissively under his breath. “What are you implying with that speedster?” I snapped sharply, pushing myself off the wall. “Oh nothing. And can you stop calling me speedster, please.” I snorted. “If you stop with that princess-crap.” He just shrugged. “Not gonna happen anytime soon, sorry princess. I just love how fired up you get over it.” I rolled my eyes and tried my best to ignore him. “Alright…now Pietro you can come with me, Clint and Tony…?” Rhodey offered and everyone agreed. We then went through the whole plan again, as a quick repetition.

“Just one last quick question: I kinda missed when the mission is taking place.” I piped in at the end, regretting my question the second the words left my lips. I should’ve just asked Banner later or something. “In two days, princess. Have you not paid attention? The Quinjet is currently being fixed and updated. Looks like your wandering mind is another thing you should try and get under control.” I snapped up at his comment. Was he actually referring to my weight right now? Or was he just…I couldn’t tell, his face was completely emotionless. “Great. Are there any more questions?” Nat asked, getting up slowly. Everyone shook their heads. “Hope that works out.” Clint said with a sigh.

“What can even happen? I mean we’ve got our local Lighting McQueen in the flesh on our team and he apparently doesn’t only know everything but can also assist as a life coach…” I mocked venomously, shooting Pietro an angry glare. “How original.” He growled back, crossing his arms over his chest, looking away from me.

There was only one ray of sunlight that feel through the clouded sky and through the window and he happened to stand exactly there…and that was only making it more obvious that he looked fucking fantastic. What ugly irony that was. With that amused, boastful twinkle behind the infamous azure eyes and that fucking smirk…paired with that disgustingly cute sokovian accent; the most insufferable and cheeky git I had ever met in my life. “Drooling again?” his sneery voice ripped me out of my thoughts and washed over me like icy water. “Oh, in your filthy dreams maybe, Maximoff. However, I was thinking of every way you could fortuitously die. Y’know, “someone” could accidentally lock you up in that basement and leave you behind. No one would notice until it’s too late.” He just snorted amused, leaning back against a column. “I am scared, princess.” Tony sighed softly.

“Are the lovebirds done now?” I snorted irritated, before leaning back at the column facing him and looking down on the ground. “Sorry, go on.” I mumbled, inspecting my nails carefully. I felt Nat’s eyes on me but chose to ignore her for now. She would probably approach me anyways, sooner or later.

I grabbed a towel and a bottle of water and quickly pushed it inside my bag before throwing a last glimpse back into my room. I already wore my training gear, there were no keys to take with you, and everything else FRIDAY would provide quickly. I was ready for my training with Nat. My eyes fell on my floor-length mirror at the back of my room. I liked what I looked at, I was satisfied with my progress I had achieved in training so far. But maybe…my thighs could use some more attention? Pietro’s dismissive comment gnawed at my self-esteem, even though I kept telling myself that I was just reacting overly sensitive. He had probably not even meant it that way. And if he did…well then he was an asshole. I closed the door that locked immediately with a quiet peep and jogged, the duffle over my shoulder, down the hallway. If I would keep that pace I would even make it on time…or not. Pietro stood in the hallway, his eyes focused on a thin device in his hand. At the sound of my steps he looked up, posture immediately tensing.

Oh wonderful.

I planned on just simply jogging past him, but Pietro seemed to have other plans. He positioned himself right in the middle of the hallway, arms crossed over his chest and successfully blocking the way. I slowed down. “Get out of my way Sonic.” I huffed roughly, but with a mocking lilt to my tone. “Sonic now, yes? How often do you think about me, making up all those names just to try and annoy me with them, hm, princess?” he asked, his lips turned into a lazy, self-satisfied grin. Bloody… “Try to annoy you? Oh my dear supersonic Hedgehog, I think I did more than that already. But back to your question…not that much, you just happen to run through my thoughts once in a while, funny enough, always when I see you. Else, you are practically non-existent. Now move.” A blatant lie, obviously, but who needed to know that right? No one, especially not him.

“And I think I could sense that flat lie all the way from Sokovia…” he warbled softly, still that mocking smirk on his annoying face. “Sure pretty. And I am sure that if you would be in Sokovia right now and I would stand in my room, looking out the window, I could still see your monstrous ego all the way. Now would you mind and step the fuck aside, please.” He just huffed irritated, probably because he didn’t received the answer he wanted. I however passed him with a light skip in my step, hurrying off to the training facilities.

“You’re late.” Natasha called as I opened the glass doors. “I’m sorry. Would’ve been on time if I hadn’t run into a certain post-transition metal…”

“You mean…quicksilver?”

“as I was saying, I would’ve been on time.” Natasha arched her eyebrow. “What is that even between the two of you?” she then asked, fastening her boxing glove again. “Between Pietro and I? That is hostility in its purest form, dear Natasha.” I snorted, pulling the glove over my hand using my teeth. “Likely paired with great hatred and dislike.” I added, fishing for my other glove. “I see that. But why?” I shrugged rolling my shoulders back. “Guess we just don’t roll well.” Natasha still had that frown on her face. “And there isn’t more?” I gave her a skeptical look. “What more should there be Nat? Thought you wanted to start with training?” she shrugged softly, going into the first stretch position. “Alright then. Let’s warm up our cold muscles…if there are any.” She added with a wink and I rolled my eyes amused.

“You sure I am not…uhm, too heavy for you?” I asked Wanda quietly as everyone in the quinjet started to get ready. The atmosphere was calm and composed, everyone was preparing for today’s mission in his own way. “What?” Wanda asked with big eyes, a smile playing around her lips. “Where’d you get that fear from? Course I can carry you, it’s not like you’re that much taller than I am?” I shrugged uncomfortable. “Yeah but you are so…petite, kinda? I am not quite that slim love.” Wanda laughed it off. “Whatever. Don’t worry about that okay?” I nodded, returning her smile carefully. Jesus, Pietro’s comment really messed more with me than what I’d originally thought. Speaking of him, my eyes fell on his sitting frame just that second. He had his chin resting on his fists, looking relaxed as he observed the others. He wore his skintight suit, especially designed by Tony himself. Tony had once explained to me, that Pietro’s suit was made out of special fibers that would resist the strong friction that would occur and in a result, wouldn’t melt. Melted clothes was a problem we’d faced with Pietro in the first few days and Stark had been quick to solve them. I blinked my thoughts away, tearing my eyes off his frame and quickly walking over to Cap. “Nervous?” he asked as soon as I stepped next to him. “A little bit? I’m glad that I don’t have to jump out of the plane to let myself get caught by Tony and Rhodey though.” Cap laughed. “I am glad too. But Nat’s done that couple o’times. She’ll be fine. And I don’t think you have to worry about Pietro…” I gave him a dark look, “and I doubt that you do, but I am sure it all will go well.” I nudged his side playfully and he shot me a grin. “Now come on, I think I saw Rhodey and Tony give the sign.” I nodded quickly, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. My eyes met with Natasha’s and I quickly nodded at her. “Good luck Nat.” she just grinned softly, nodding back.

“I saw you looking.” Someone mumbled next to me and I almost groaned. “Good luck to you too, Pietro.” I simply decided to say, earning a surprised look by the blonde. “That wasn’t what I said.” I shrugged, not looking at him. “But uhm…good luck to you too.” He suddenly mumbled, stepping a few steps back as the jet opened his cargo hatch before jumping out into the night. Natasha followed him after a few seconds, not hesitating a moment. I grabbed Wanda’s hand. “Ready?” I asked, carefully eyeing the yawning abyss. The wind howled and pulled at my clothes, the dark clouds looked like scary, puffy monsters bellow us. “Ready. Let’s go!” Wanda exclaimed and we let ourselves fall into the sky. The wind was ear-splittingly loud and it was incredibly cold as I clung myself at Wanda with all I’ve got. “I’ll let go now! I need my hands, okay?” Wanda yelled close to my ear and I could only nod. The fall stopped abruptly as we hovered in the air for a few seconds. “Don’t let go.” Wanda suddenly said, and that was the only warning I’ve got before we flipped around and speeded towards the ground. I could even scream anymore, all I could do was dig my fingers into Wanda’s clothes and close my eyes.

I was still shaky when Cap and I started to run towards a ventilations flap right above the ground. That would be our entry into hell, about twenty feet away from the basement and cameoed in the forest. We had only found it because of FRIDAY’S scans. “You got anything to open that?” he whispered quietly and I gave him a sly look. “I mean I’ve got a screwdriver but that could take a while.” His face dropped. “First challenge and we fail.” I grinned, stepping towards the grille. “Kidding. Tony equipped me.” And with that, a red laser started to steadily melt away the bars in a somewhat rectangular shape. “Thought so.” Steve muttered, ripping the part out with one pull. “Ladies first.” It was dark as in a cow in that darn shaft and I prayed that the blueprints Tony had somehow hacked into, were updated and we would reach the hallway we’re supposed to check out soon. Turns out that they were up to date and we soon reached another flap. After cap and I had removed it in the same way like the first one, it was our time to check out the different rooms that adjoined the corridor. “You go right, I go left, we check out two rooms and we return. We can’t split too much.” I nodded, carefully making my way towards the right side. I could hear my heart beat loudly when suddenly light flashed up, the clicking and humming of the automatic light sounding through the corridor. I looked back at Steve who grinned at me innocently. “Whoups?” I just shook my head amused. “Well done, old man.”

Someone had caught up on us. Not particularly us as in Steve and I, but there being intruders – avengers – in the building. Out of nowhere red lights started to blink and an alarm went off. “Unpleasant.” I mumbled under my breath, burning a small cross into the iron door of the room I had just checked out. It had been empty except for a few computers, tables and chairs but it all was layered with dust and dirt. It was the third room Steve and I checked out that looked like this. We were most likely in the area where they kept their old stuff or summat like that.

“Nothing?” I shook my head. “Maybe this is like…an old archive or something. They don’t do active experiments over here.” I shrugged, pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Nat? All good?” I then whispered, pressing on my earpiece.

“We’re clean…nothing but computer stuff and maps. We scanned it all, FRIDAY should’ve already received everything. I’m just wondering where they are?”

I frowned, Steve shooting me a worried look. “What do you mean, they?” he asked now as well.

“We haven’t found one HYDRA agent yet…Team iron cans, how’bout you guys?”

I grinned slightly at her mocking call, waiting for Rhodey and Tony to answer.

“Same situation over here…Twins?”

It was quiet for a few seconds before someone answered.

“West Wing, we’ve got them all. A little help would be appreciated.”

It was Pietro, sounding slightly out of breath. “Copy that, we’re coming.” I replied without hesitation, checking my tracker. “We’re quite close…just a few floors away from us.” I informed Steve who kept looking at me funnily. “What?” I asked insecure, scratching my neck. “Nothing. I just thought you’d like to lock him up somewhere here and not go and save him…” I rolled my eyes. “Well I can’t lock him up if I don’t have him, can I? Now come on!” and we sprinted through the empty corridors. “I hope this isn’t a trap…” Steve breathed as we slithered around a corner. “Don’t think so.” I mumbled, dodging a bullet and jumped at its shooter. Just a few corners ago, we had finally come across some very confused HYDRA agents. “We’ve still got the element of surprise.” I pushed out between two powerful hits that knocked the man out. “You look like Nat.” Steve suddenly remarked, throwing his shield down the hallway. “That is the greatest compliment I could ever receive. Thanks man.” he grinned, fishing his shield out of the air. “Welcome darling.”

It really wasn’t a trap. Wanda and Pietro just had had the luck to crash a meeting or something, which was why the rest of the building was close to deserted the moment we went in. Now…it wasn’t. Guards came from everywhere now, the air was filled with various sounds of gunshots, the sound of Tony’s unibeam repulsors and Cap’s shield knocking out people. It was going great so far. We had now all reached a rather tall built complex, some sort of industrial hall or something. Tanks stood around, similar to the ones in Sokovia, some trucks and even a wrecked looking jet sort of thing. A bitter smile crossed my lips as I read the dusty lettering on its side; SHIELD. With two bullets into the engine, I made it close to useless, with two others into the tank I sealed its fate. That thing would explode the second you used it.

Two agents stormed towards me, one looking rather bulky and…well scarier than the other one. I had the latter knocked out with a bullet in his leg, however, that wouldn’t work with the first one. He swung a truncheon that had the imprint of the HYDRA logo, and he was annoyingly precise with it. I escaped my death by ducking behind the wings of the jet before the black stick came smashed down the second later. My skull would’ve been smashed into smithereens if I’d waited one more moment. By the gods… I twisted my two knifes between my fingers as I stood up again, blocking another blow successfully. What I forgot was his legs, which was why he was able to kick me across the room with his iron capped boot. I groaned as I hit the floor. Sucker…my fingers found my button with the laser pointer as I tried to get him away from me. I managed to burn a hole in his shoulder, but right afterwards he somehow managed it to reflect the laser back to me…hitting my hip. I screamed in pain and immediately deactivated the laser. That was going wonderful, really. “Looks like you need help, princess.” I closed my eyes and groaned, pushing me up again. Pietro approaching me in the state I was in right now, was not what I had planned happening. This cocky little shit would remind me every chance I’ve got. On the other hand…I really needed help with that one. “For once…I do.” I pushed out grumpily, seeing the gigantic son of a… whatever mutation that was, approach again. “Say please.” Pietro mocked, a triumphal gleam in his eyes as I looked up to him. Oh how I hated this cocky little bastard. “Please Pietro.” He winked only, extending his hand towards me, helping me up. “Wasn’t that hard, wasn’t it?” I huffed quietly, not looking up again. Pietro was gone in the blink of an eye. I took a deep breath before running towards the soldier again. Pietro had kept him occupied quite a bit. His nose was bleeding from the Sokovians punches and he stumbled around like a beaten pup. His annoying stick however was still in his hand. I made it to my mission to change that. It only took a precisely thrown knife to make him drop the bat and distract him long enough that Pietro could belt a solid bar of iron over his head. He dropped to our feet unconscious, but not dead.

“The NATO will deal with them. They’re on their way.” Tony’s voice suddenly sounded through the facility and made Pietro and I snap up. “Wonderful.” I whispered, the adrenaline that had kept me fighting disappearing from my system. The injury the laser beam had caused me hurt so bad, that white specks were dancing in front of my eyes. “Easy there…” someone suddenly said, and I felt someone gripping my arm. “Our little missus is hurt…she should get medical treatment as fast as possible.” Pietro said next to me, carefully pushing my arm over his shoulder. “I can walk McQueen.” I snapped weakly, knowing damn well that I couldn’t. He just laughed and gave a side eye. “And you could’ve also finished that soldier on your own, I bet?” I huffed again. “I had it under control.” That made him laugh even louder. “Just shut up.” And I did, trying to ignore how good it actually felt to have his arm wrapped around me.

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 10

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 2355

Warnings: none

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Oops @avengerscompound

Chapter 10 - Before the Feast

After I’d napped with Thor we went out to wait for the others to arrive. Loki showed up first, fuming no one had come to tell her what had happened. She ranted at Thor for a while and then strode off in a huff, complaining about the fact that it was always up to her to get to the bottom of these things while Thor was whoring around.

Next, came the Warriors with Riley. They dropped her off exhausted and while her brother played quietly on the floor she fought sleep in Thor’s lap.

“If you put her to bed, she’ll probably just crash,” I said.

“She’s fine here,” Thor answered as he held her rubbing her back in circles.

I gave a small nod and let out a breath. “Hopefully they get back soon.”

“My ears are burning,” Tony said, striding into the room, followed by Steve. “Are you talking about us?”

“Hey. Did you have fun?” I asked.

“So much stuff,” Steve said.

“Oh, that’s great,” I said as Pietro toddled over to them with his arms up. “How about you come sit with us for a bit?”

Tony picked Pietro up and looked at Thor and I suspiciously. “What happened?”

“Come sit down first,” I said.

“Something happened,” Tony said. Steve gently touched the small of his back and nodded to where Thor and I were sitting. With a soft sigh, Tony came and sat down beside me.

I tapped my fingers against my wrist nervously, not sure how to proceed. I took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. “So, after I left you, that guard took me back to Loki. She was reading to the kids but Riley was going bonkers. So rather than stay and talk with her like I said, I asked the guard to take the two of us back here… because you know me.”

“And there’s something and that guard tried to kidnap Riley?” Steve asked.

I frowned and shook my head. “Not kidnap, and not just Riley.”

“He wanted you both?” Steve asked.

“I seduced the king and she’s the filthy half-breed in the way of the throne.”

“Excuse me?” Tony asked, sounding outraged.

“That’s what they said. I don’t think they had any intention of ransoming us.”

Tony got up and started pacing, still holding Piet, who was starting to sag against him. “And this was just allowed to happen?”

“I’m here aren’t I? Riley is sitting in Thor’s lap.”

“So this was allowed to half happen?”

I got up and approached him, rubbing his arms. “I wasn’t careful enough. I thought it was weird when I went from eight guards in formation to just one. I didn’t trust my instincts and I didn’t do what I said I was going to do. I should have just sucked it up with the shopping. So that guy insulted me? It’s not the first time that’s happened while I was shopping. I should have stayed in the group. And then I told you I would go and stay with Loki and I didn’t do that either. I let them isolate me and Riley.”

“No, Elly,” Steve said, gently. “It’s not your fault.”

“I still,” I sighed and collapsed back down on the couch. Steve wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. “Look. I know it isn’t. There were a lot of factors involved here. But it’s not Thor’s fault either. He was still watching. He arrived quickly. And now Loki is out for blood.”

“I assure you. This is being taken care of.” Thor said.

“My kid isn’t some filthy half-breed.” Tony snapped.

“No. She isn’t. And if you don’t think Loki, in particular, hasn’t jotted that particular phrase down so she can reign down some righteous fury, I don’t know what to tell you.” I said.

“I knew I should have gone and made that robot,” Tony said, mostly to himself. “Now it’s going to have to have weapons too. A robot guard.”

“We’re both okay. I promise.” I say.

“I have my friends on guard now until this is sorted out. I trust them with my life. You do not need to worry.” Thor assured us.

“Besides, whoever they were, they aren’t the norm. You saw what the general public has been like with us.” I said.

“No, it isn’t. They have been treating us like the chosen ones.” Steve agreed.

“See. So except for that little, not so little blip, we’re all fine and it’s going to be okay. Pietro had a really nice time with Loki. And look, Thor’s friends wore her out completely.” I say gesturing to Riley who had fallen asleep on Thor’s chest with her mouth open.

“So graceful,” Steve joked.

“The kids will be safe?” Tony asked.

“I guarantee it. I would not risk them.” Thor said.

“I don’t like this,” Tony muttered.

“What can we do to ease your mind? Should we change the subject?” I asked.

“Maybe,” Tony said, starting to pace again. Pietro’s head flopped as he fell into a deep sleep in Tony’s arms.

“How about you show me what you guys got?”

Steve went through the things they’d brought on their expedition. A set of ornate and perfectly balanced throwing knives for Natasha. A bow that was beautiful, light and yet had the heaviest draw strength I’d seen in a bow, and yet pulled easily, for Clint. A collection of rings and necklaces for Wanda that Steve said the vendor just kept adding more and more. For Bruce, there was a set of what looked like scientific instruments and for Bucky, an Asgardian puzzle cube that Thor said was called a Vanigler. The most amazing thing though was a bag that one vendor had given them to carry everything that seemed to hold its own pocket dimension. You could fit as much as you wanted into it and it got no bigger or heavier.

We put the babies to bed and not much later some attendants came to get us ready for the feast. I was taken to a large bath by two female attendants. It was white marble and the size of a small pool, and so warm that steam came off the surface. They scrubbed me down and washed my hair. When I got out they rubbed scented oils into my skin, did my makeup and hair and dressed me. The dress was stunning. Floaty robes in champagne that had a long slit up one leg. Over the bodice was a gold breastplate with black scrollwork.

I came out to find Steve and Thor dressed in very similar armor. Thor’s was black and silver with a red cape, while Steve’s was silver and navy blue. Tony was wearing one of his two-piece Burberry suits in black.

“Well, would you look at all of you,” I said. “Don’t you all look handsome.”

“You look stunning, El,” Steve said.

The door to the children’s room opened and Sif came out with both the children who were wearing white robes with gold ropes holding them together. Riley had a bracelet on from home that was made of plastic rainbow beads on a piece of elastic.

“Wow, look at you two,” I said as Riley bounced excitedly at Sif’s side.

Tony came over to them both and crouched down. “Look at my precious little man.” He said tickling his side. “And the little princess.”

“My warriors!” Thor said proudly.

“I wanna be a wawwia,” Riley said bouncing over to him.

“When you are older,” Thor said, picking her up. “Are we ready?”

“I think so.” Steve agreed.

We were led down the halls to where the feast was set to be held. As the sounds of people talking and celebrating got louder Loki came striding down the hall. He had shifted genders in the meantime and was in his full regalia of green and gold with his horned helmet.

“Brother!” He said, sounding angry and agitated. “Did your council advise you what was going to happen at this feast?”

Thor looked at Loki confused. “They said it was just to announce the heir and my consorts.”

“They have the stage set for a bonding ceremony,” Loki said. “There is a high priest waiting.”

Thor laughed. “You jest brother.”

“I do not,” Loki said. “They think you have remained unattached too long and now there is an heir you must bond. They intend to force it.”

“What do you mean bonded?” Steve asked.

“It is like your Earth custom of marriage,” Thor said.

Tony shifted nervously and Steve seemed to freeze. “We can’t. We can’t do that without the others.”

“They are saying if you cannot adhere to Asgardian customs you are not fit to rule,” Loki said. “Of course, that leaves me in charge, so if you’d like to back out.”

Thor turned to us and gave Riley to Steve. “Wait here. I shall go and figure this out.”

He strode off leaving us with Loki, Sif and the warriors.

“You should prepare to do this if you care for him,” Loki said, sounding slightly more concerned than he normally did. Pietro started reaching for him and Tony handed the little boy over. Pietro immediately scaled up onto Loki’s shoulders and rested his chin on his uncle’s head, his little face poking out between the horns.

“Just me, or all of us?” I asked. My stomach had started to churn and I was feeling a very powerful desire to vomit all over him.

“They have prepared for all three, but any one of you will do,” Loki replied.

I looked at Steve. “I don’t want to do this without the others at least knowing what’s happening. It’s not fair on them. I’ll do it though if it protects Thor. But you, you can’t do this without Bucky. If Thor can’t get them to change his mind, you can’t do this.”

Steve nodded. “I know.” He said and took my hand. “I would marry you, El. You know that right?”

I nodded and tears pricked my eyes. “It has to be with him here at least.”

“Thank you.” He said softly and kissed my cheek.

“Don’t sweat it. It’s probably just chuckles here stirring the pot.” Tony said.

“Watch yourself, Stark. Everyone else here might care that you’re a consort, but I don’t.” Loki sneered, pulling himself up straight like he was about to fight.

“Can we please not fight right now?” I said. “What about you Tony? Can you do this? Because that’s my main issue. The others should at least be witness to it. But I’m the spare. No one is particularly going to be more upset they aren’t here for this. They’ll understand. You think Bruce will understand.”

“El,” Tony said taking my hand.

“No, it’s okay. I’m not saying that like it’s a bad thing, you each have your special person.” I said. “I’m loved on pretty hard by all of you.”

He came closer to me and looked me in the eye. “El, I love Bruce. And you’re right, he is special to me. But if you’re gonna say there’s a special person for each of us, that’s you, honey.”

I swallowed thickly. That had never really occurred to me before given that I’d come in last and sometimes it was just about impossible to pull Bruce and Tony apart from each other. But, even though Tony had in the past hurt me more than anyone else had ever hurt me, he was in the group because of me. I leaned in and kissed him and he pulled me a little closer to him. “I’ll do this with you if that’s what you want.” He whispered.

We stood around waiting, speculating on why this was happening and what it actually meant. After what felt like hours but was probably only twenty minutes, Riley picked her head up from Steve’s chest and pointed. “Daddy!”

Thor emerged from around the corner looking defeated.

“They’re forcing it?” Steve asked.

“I was able to delay it. But they insist.” Thor said. “We have a week to come to an agreement between us and plan the ceremony properly. Would the others come if I sent for them?”

I nodded. “I think so. Did you want to do this with all of us?”

“I would prefer not to have my hand forced.” He said. “This should have been something I got to come to in my own time.”

I came over and wrapped my arms around his waist. “I’m sorry they’re putting you in this position. I’ll do this with you though. You don’t have to worry about us letting you down.”

“Thank you for understanding, Lady Elise.” He said sagging against me a little.

“Are we still going in?” Tony asked.

“You will be expected to show,” Loki said.

Thor huffed and his hand opened and closed on my back.

“You otay, daddy?” Pietro asked.

“You wanna doe home?” Riley added.

Thor smiled sadly at them and didn’t say anything. I looked up at him and caressed his jaw. “Did you want to go?”

“Go where?” Thor asked.

“Anywhere. Back to our rooms. Back to Earth. Away from here and the feast.”

He sighed. “You know I can’t do that.”

I leaned against him, gently stroking the back of his neck. “Someone attempted to murder your daughter today. You could say she is too shaken for a public event. That you are still concerned about her safety.”

“It would definitely be better to keep her guarded at the moment,” Sif said.

Thor thought for a moment. “Okay. We call it off.” He turned to Sif. “Thank you. Can you handle that?”

She bowed and jogged off down the hall.

“So where to?” Steve asked.

“Back to the rooms. I’ll have food bought up.” Thor said.

“That sounds like a good idea,” Steve said. “We can still have a party for the kids, and then… we’ll talk.”

Thor gave a sharp nod and we all turned and began our trek back to our chambers, completely unaware exactly what I’d just agreed to.

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Your cowardice made us the monsters we are

(A/N: A little drabble from the POV of Loki and his children from their banishment/imprisonment until Ragnarök.)

Loki: My blood brother, do you remember? When in ancient times you and me mixed our blood and swore sacred oaths? You had just been betrayed, a lonely leader of a family which had banished you. And I was on the run from an abusive kin. We met after you gained the runes and gave your eye to drink from the well, but before you knew the prophecy. You knew not as much as you do now. Do you remember? You were wandering through the worlds and had nowhere to go. You were alone. Just like me. Do you remember? I saved your life. You had just sacrificed your eye and hung yourself from Yggdrasil. You, the first of the Aesir, looked at me, a fire giant too small-framed for his kind, and you smiled. I offered you to become your brother. I told you that I wouldn't abandon you. We mixed our blood and became siblings, not by blood but by oath. Do you remember? We made so many promises to each other. We promised to be brothers, to be a family. To share meal and drink. To support each other in battle. To share our knowledge with the other. To share each other's joys and woes. And so many other things, that are meaningless now. But there was one promise more. Do you remember? I do. You promised that my children would be yours as well. I promised the same. I remember. But you have forgotten, haven't you? I remember what happened then. You went to Helheim, to seek the advice of a long dead Völva. I waited for you at the gates of the land of the dead. You came back, paler than a ghost. The prophecy of the Völva shook you to the core, didn't it? You got all the knowledge that you have now. But was it really worth it? I didn't know what you had seen or heard, but I saw how shaken you were. So I comforted you and told you stories to cheer you up. I have always been good at that. You were so grateful. But now you're not grateful anymore, are you? You don't even remember what gratitude is. You have forgotten that, just like your promise that you would accept my children. You didn't accept them at all. Especially not my children by my beloved Angrboda. So what if they don't look like you Aesir? They're beautiful nonetheless. My oldest son, Fenrir. He is the wolf of wolves. He has my eyes and voice, my wit, magic and temper. When he takes his human form, you can see that he also has my freckles and ears. His blond hair and his strength are his mother's. But as a wolf, he has fluffy black and red fur. His teeth are almost as big as me. Fenrir is half as tall as the mountains of Utgard by now. But he will always be my little puppy. My second son, Jörmungandr, only ten seconds younger than Fenrir. He is the biggest snake the world has ever seen. He is so big that he encircles Midgard, so everyone calls him the Midgard Serpent. He has my eyes and hair and my intelligence, everything else he got from his mother. In his human form he's tall and lean like his mother. Fitting, in his animal form he's a very long snake after all. In his snake form his eyes are red, like my hair, and his scales are green, like my eyes. When the sun shines upon them, they shine so beautifully. When we were torn apart, his head was as high as my legs. Now, according to Thor, his pupils are bigger than an oak. But he is still my little Jörmi. My only daughter, Hel. Hers is the underworld, she is its queen. Inside her dwells the ancient, unhallowed and boundless power of the netherworld. She is neither dead nor alive. She is just Hel. She has hair of two colours. On her right side, it's silver blonde, like her mother's. On her left side, it's black. The right side of her face is rosy, fair enough to rival Freyja's. The left side of her face is dark from decay. Normally, that is. If she's angry, it turns skeletal, if she's happy, the left half of her face is as fair as the right half. She has my intellect, cunning and humour, but other than that, she is every bit her mother. But none of this matters to me. She is my beautiful little girl, my sunshine, and she always will be. And then there is Sleipnir, my middle child. Sadly, I'm not his father, but his mother. I gave him to you, because I hoped that it would save him from suffering the fate his older siblings had. Well, at least that worked out. Using my son as your steed, because he's an eight-legged, talking horse is just fine with you, huh? But you didn't treat my children with your daughter Sigyn any better, oh no. Even though they were Aesir, like you! My youngest twin sons, Nari and Narfi. They are-no, were their mother's spitting image. Black, starry curls, a small but strong frame. Safe for the green eyes that were mine. And they had my magic. I … I didn't even get to see what they would have been like, had they lived into adulthood. And look what you did their mothers! Angrboda, the Lady of Járnvidr, the greatest of witches. At least she didn't have to see what became of our children. She probably got the most merciful ending in our family. You hated her, because she refused to share her wisdom and her dark magic with you. But to me, she was the first woman I ever truly loved. The second one is Sigyn, the wonderful, boundlessly loyal, hot-headed tomboy at my side. I can't even remember how many tantrums she has thrown because of me. But no matter how angry she was at me, she was always there, standing up for me, even when everyone turned against me. Even now, after everything I have done, she's still here. This petite goddess is stronger than all of you. Angrboda is dead, you killed her. Fenrir is bound, chained through magic and your perjury. The magical chains cut into his flesh and you stuffed a fucking sword into his mouth so he can't bite you. You banished Jörmungandr into the ocean that encircles Midgard, threw him into it like a broken doll. It's cold in there, too. Not fit for a snake, no matter how big my son is. Hel is all alone in the underworld. Well, she is not alone. She has her subjects and her servants. But she can never see her family and we can't see her. Sleipnir is the only one you treat well, because he's useful to you. You turned Nari into a wolf and made him tear apart his own brother. Then you killed him. And Narfi didn't even get a proper burial. No. His guts are what my chains are made of. I've been chained to these fucking rocks with the entrails of my own son, for … how long? I don't even remember. Hard to tell, it's always dark in this cave. A few metres above my head, a snake is bound and her acidic venom drops onto my face, no thanks to Skadi. Fucking whore. It hurts like a bitch, when the venom hits my face, it burns my skin. But Sigyn is here, holding a bowl over my head, keeping the poison from dropping onto my face. She suffers so much, deserving none of it. My poor, dear Sigyn. You made her watch, as her sons were killed and I was bound with the guts of one of them. You told her that everything happening was my fault. I admit, part of this is true. But let me tell you this, I'm not sorry for killing your precious Baldr. Or for framing his twin, which lead to him getting killed as well. I was envious of them, both of them, I'm not ashamed of admitting it. I hated Baldr because you loved him for being sweet, innocent and beautiful, while you scorned my dear children for not being like that. Everyone praised him, looked up to him, when he hardly did anything to deserve that! It was me who did all the work for you! Not him! Me! And he got all the love and attention! And do you know what I hated most about your third youngest son? That he didn't become a conceited and arrogant prick over it. On the contrary, he hated it! I saw it in his eyes. And you didn't even know, being the superficial bastard you are. You just saw the pretty boy. Only his blind twin and I saw the miserable wretch he truly was. I hated Hödr, because you loved him for being so content with living in Baldr's shadow (literally, because he was the god of darkness and winter). He was the only person your beloved Baldr truly cared about, aside from his own child, of course. But most of all I hated him for being so much like you. He was much kinder and more sensible, but he was your spitting image. Even his gloomy, calm and aloof demeanor was just like yours. Just looking at him reminded me of you. I hated it. To cut it short, I hated them, because they were your children and because you loved them. Before I murdered Baldr, he and I had a little talk. You don't know, but he knew that I would be his murderer. You'd be surprised at how casual he was about it, after making such a fuss about his nightmares. He wasn't even resentful towards me. He smiled and still called me 'Uncle'. It was unbearable. And I realised something that terrified me: As much as I envied him and his brother, I loved them as well. I realised that I was becoming something like a surrogate father to them. I couldn't allow that to happen. I should hate them for being your sons. They didn't deserve to die, but I had to cause their deaths. I had to get them killed, before they could become like you. Baldr and Hödr were too good for you anyway. And my daughter Hel will take good care to keep them that way. There is no doubt, she is better for them than you are, much better. You don't deserve them. You took away from me what I held dearest. So I did the same to you. When you bound me, you asked me if we were even. I laughed at you. I told you that to get even, I would have had to kill Thor, Vidarr and Hermódr as well. You told me that I never would have accomplished that. I laughed again. Told you not to underestimate me. But the truth is - I could never bring myself to kill Thor. I've grown too attached to him. That's why my son Jörmungandr will do it. He has open business with him anyway. Both of them will die. Will I cry for Thor as well as for Jörmi? I don't know. I would love to kill you myself, my dear blood brother, but my son Fenrir has already called dibs. He will kill Tyr and you. I will laugh, as he devours you. I will weep as Vidarr avenges you and kills my eldest child. Will Sleipnir survive? I hope so. He doesn't deserve to die. But then again, when have the Norns ever cared about that. And then I will turn to the person who has always despised me, my dear nemesis. The relationship between me and Heimdallr is so complicated, you would never understand it. There is a strange freedom in trusting the enemy. We will kill each other. And we will meet again, in Helheim, where my daughter waits for her brothers and me. I remember the jokes and games we used to make about it. Kind of like you and me when we were young. When we became blood brothers, you had that mischievous glint in your eye, much like myself. There was a warmth and integrity in your smile that made me believe everything you said, even when I knew that you were lying. Now all of this is gone. You hate me. But that's alright, because I hate you too. You call us monsters, my children and me. That's true. But it was your cowardice that made us the monsters we are now. See you at Ragnarök. See you in Hel. I will never forgive you, Odin. Never. Fenrir: I trusted you. I was apprehensive after you had taken me away from my mother, but I trusted you. When we were brought to Asgard, you were the one who took care of me, when dad couldn't do it. I respected you. You were the only one brave enough. Brave enough to spend time with me. Brave enough to come near me. Brave enough to be fond of me. Do you remember, how you used to play with me? How you used to pet me and stroke my fur? How you and your wife spent entire days trying to clean it? I remember the smiles on your face, the laughter in your eyes. I remember how you were only one of three gods in Asgard who were allowed to call me "puppy" (the other two being dad and Sigyn). You used to play fetch with me, not with small sticks, that'd be ridiculous, you tore small trees out and used them as sticks. Hey, I'm a huge wolf, gimme a break! I looked up to you, like one would look up to a surrogate father. In a way you were mine, because dad was often busy. One day I turned into a human, just for you and dad. It was your birthday. I turned human, because making a gift is hard when you're a giant wolf. You were happy and you ruffled my blond head, while dad fawned over how cute I was. Kinda odd that I'm a blond, considering that my fur is black. Even my siblings liked you. You didn't mind when Jörmi snaked around your legs and you could look at Hel without cringing at the left side of her face, which is something only me, Jörmi, dad and Sigyn could do. Those were happy times. For a while I forgot that you and the other Aesir had taken us away from our mother. But then came that one time dad went on a particularly long journey for old man Odin. One day, I noticed that my little brother Jörmungandr and my little sister Hel had gone missing. I asked you about it. You said that you didn't know where they were. I noticed that glint of sadness and guilt in your eyes, but I was still a naive child and I trusted you. A few days later, you finally told me that Odin had sent Jörmungandr to the sea around Midgard, because he was growing to big for Asgard. As for my sister Hel, she was going to rule a world of her own. You didn't say that it was Niflheim and I, in my childish naiveté, thought of her being a princess with pretty clothes and lots of servants who would read every wish from her lips and one day I would be her bodyguard and protect her, because I'm her strong, big brother. You said sure, everyone who'd want to harm Hel would be scared away by my size and strength and I would be her hero. It makes my heart bleed to remember that. Looking back, I know why you lied. I was still a child, still a puppy. I wasn't ready to face the cruelty of the world. But a few weeks later, Odin accompanied you. I winced at the cold gaze in his grey eye. He said that I was growing too big for Asgard and that I would be moved to an island that was far away. I didn't understand most of it, but I did realise that it meant that I would have to move away from you and that I wouldn't be able to visit you, dad, Sigyn and my new baby brothers. I begged him to let me stay, I would be a good boy and do all kinds of things for the gods, just like my dad. He said no. At least I got to say goodbye to Sigyn and the kids, before I was moved to an island that was more than big enough to hold me and give me all the room I wanted. Said island was called Yngvi and was located in the middle of a lake named Amsvartnir, which itself happened to be in Niflheim. Yeah. I was alone there for weeks, until you and the other gods came back. You brought chains. Big, heavy chains. Odin told me that this was a game and that I would be famed for my strength, if I could break them. I was young. Still naiv, only a teen at this point. And man, did I ever want to prove myself? You bet! By this time I was already twice as big as Thor and probably twice as strong as well. I shattered the chains with ease and rejoiced. A few weeks you gods came back with even bigger, heavier chains. Odin suggested playing the game again. I looked at the heavy iron chains and thought for a moment. They were stronger than the last ones, but then again, I had experienced another growth spurt during the past weeks, and I had confidence in my strength. So I allowed them to bind me again. Breaking these was a little harder, but still easy. I quickly shook them off. But I noticed something strange. None of the gods seemed to be happy for me, not even you. That got me thinking. Next time you came back, years had passed and I was growing HUGE!!! What you showed me this time made me blink. A thin, hardly visible golden band that looked like it was made of silk. A silken band after two heavy chains? Now that was fishy. But they taunted me, questioned my courage and I didn't want to lose my pride and reputation. So I agreed to let them bind me, but only under one condition: one of them would have to place his right hand in my mouth, if they tricked me, I'd bite it off. They hesitated. Now it was my turn to taunt them. After all, if they were playing fair, they didn't have to fear for their hand, right? Right. In the end, you stepped forward. Again, you were the only one brave enough. But you had tears in your eyes. They were full of sorrow. It terrified me. They bound me and, just as expected, I couldn't break them. The gods didn't free me. They laughed. Except for you. Partly because you were feeling guilty for betraying me (yes, I could tell from the look on your face), but mainly because I bit your hand off. You didn't scream. You didn't shed a tear. You didn't even flinch. You just looked at me unhappily. And I hated you in that moment. Hated you, because despite loving me, you still managed to betray me, to put these false gods over everything else. I thought that it was your fault that I was bound, a prisoner. Now I know that it wasn't your fault. It was all Odin's fault, for being such a fucking coward. But I'm still angry at you. I was an innocent child, until you made me a monster. I will kill you, Tyr. And when I have done that, I will kill Odin, that one-eyed piece of shit. Jörmungandr: These Aesir are all pieces of crap. I mean, what did my siblings and I do to deserve this? First Odin throws me into the sea, like I'm some broken doll that a girl throws away. Then he sends my sister to the netherworld, literally. And as if that wasn't bad enough, they fool my brother Fen into thinking that they like him, only to betray him and bind him like he's a madman in need of confinement. Oh, and according to Fenrir, they have also bound our father and are torturing him for killing Baldr. And to add insult to injury, they killed our little brothers and bound dad with the entrails of one of them. Those disgusting trash bags. Why did they - no, why did Odin do all this? Why does he do this to us? We were just children, not normal, but still children. And if he had bothered to actually get to know us, he would have realised that Fenrir and I can be human too (and devilishly handsome ones too, if I may say so). Hel can look like the other girls too, if she tries hard enough. Heck, she could surpass that wench Freyja in beauty any day! But nooo, he was so appalled by what we really look like, that we were promptly banished. He fucking threw me into an ocean, I still can't believe it, after so many thousand years! I hate this place. It's cold and dark and with me being a snake, that doesn't go well together. I turn into a human very often, just to get into the warm sun and enjoy a little bit of freedom. Otherwise I'd always be stiff and have cramps. And don't even get me started on how there's not enough food for a snake of my size in this dirty puddle. Gha. It's also very lonely here. I'm the only one of my kind and since my family can't visit me, I have no one to talk to. Before dad was bound, he and Sigyn used to sneak away to visit sometimes. I remember that one time, after we were imprisoned, when she visited me in my exile and asked me for a token to give to my father as a means of comfort. Of course it was the middle of the night and yes, she totally had "borrowed" Sleipnir from Odin. I told her to pick one of my smallest scales. I heard from Hel that the Asýnja came to her and Fen as well, with the same request. The next time my father managed to sneak away (I wonder why Heimdallr tolerated this), I noticed that he was wearing a necklace with the scale Sigyn had taken from me, a tooth from Fenrir and a yellow and black curl from Hel's hair. I love my step-mother. If anyone is worthy of following in my mother's footsteps, it's her. She is the only decent person in Asgard, if you ask me. Well, at least the only decent one I know. She didn't care that we were two huge animals and a half-dead girl. She spoiled us anyway. Like we were her own kids. And I don't even know how old she is or when her birthday is. That's kind of sad. I never got around to ask her, no thanks to Odin. I can't believe that she's actually his daughter. I mean, she looks nothing like him! Sure, she's black-haired, but she's tiny, her eyes are dark blue and she has stars in her hair! How amazing is that! We always called her Sigyn of the starry hair. I swear, she must be a daughter of Nótt or something like that! She gets angry and yells a lot (mostly at dad and the other Aesir), but she has a good heart. Sadly, she's the only one I know up there of whom that can be said. I mean, isn't that what the Midgardians about Thor as well? Hah! How am I supposed to see the good in someone who took me and my siblings away from our home and mother? And speaking of him - I still have that scar on my head, where that bastard bashed my skull in. Seriously, what did I ever do to him?! I mean, get this! I'm swimming around, minding my own business, when suddenly something gets caught in my mouth, that tastes like beef. And when I come to the surface to see where it came from, something comes flying at me and then I feel this infernal pain on my head! I feel dizzy for a moment, before my sight clears and I recognise Thor in a little boat, about to swing his hammer again. There is a jötunn next to him, pale as a corpse. Come on, I don't look that frightening! Just because I'm a giant snake! But back to Thor, that bastard. That Asa actually bashed my head with this hammer! If I wasn't so huge, that blow would have killed me! Needless to say, I immediately dived under and refused to come back up. Good riddance, jackass! By the Norns, I hope that dad gave him a good ol' lecture, when he came home! Hmph. Trying to kill me for no reason, really. Just wait until Ragnarök, Thor. Then I will kill you! And I will do it for a reason. Yes, I will kill him and as many Aesir as I can, if it's the last thing I do. I know, it will be. But I still want my revenge before I die. Hel: Cheer up, you said. You're going to be a queen, you said. With a fancy golden crown on your head and pretty dresses, you said. You're going to have a kingdom, a castle, servants, subjects and riches beyond imagination, just for yourself, you said. Your family will come to visit you a lot, you said. You're going to like it there, you said. It'll be fun and pretty, you said. Lo! Here I am, in this cold, cold world full of dead people. The sun never shines here. When I leave my castle, it's hard to see my own hand in front of my eyes, that's how thick the fog is. And of course, my only conversation partners are the souls of the dead and my two old hand servants, Ganglot and Ganglati. "Fun and pretty", huh? You Aesir say a lot, when the days are long, don't you? And you know what the funniest thing is? I actually do like it here. Hah! Take that, morons! The dead have so many stories to tell and reading their souls, when they come in front of my throne, is way more entertaining than any book could ever be. They're not repulsed by my half-dead, half-alive visage. No, they worship me, they adore me! Ganglot and Ganglati are old and slow in their work, but they are special, very special indeed. Sure, the sun never shines here, but my world has a sun of its own - the underworld sun is like a huge black light. Pretty cool, huh? And inside, the souls of the stillborn provide a brighter light than that precious upperworld sun ever could. Bright to me, that is. But they wouldn't understand that. It's quiet here, not like noisy Asgard, but it's a nice kind of quiet. Little does Odin know that I'm wiser than him. I possess the knowledge of all who lived. Odin gathers many warriors in his hall but manier come to mine. But that doesn't make me any less upset. I can't believe that you lied to me. I can't believe that you took my family away, which was the most important thing in the world for me. Don't you Aesir know that family is the greatest, most powerful treasure a child can have? That nothing is stronger than familiar bonds? Aren't you such a tight-knit group? You despise us and our father. We're not like you, you say. As if you're ones to talk! How many other races is the community of the Aesir composed of! Jötnar, Vanir, Álfar, Midgardian… But you hate us because we're not as pretty as you. Do you even know how subjective beauty is? No, you're too superficial for that. My brother Fenrir is a giant wolf. No one looks more majestic than he does in his wolf form. Jörmungandr, my giant snake brother, is mightier and more imposing than any dragon could ever be. But they're not monsters! They're my beloved brothers! And it's not like they can't be human too! And I'm not a monster either! I'm not dead or alive! I'm Hel! Look at me from the right or make me particularly happy and you'll find that I can be fairer than Freyja! And as if that wasn't enough I had to welcome my half-brothers Nari and Narfi, who told me that you killed them and bound father with their entrails! They were innocent children! They were Aesir, two of you! Does your depravity know no bounds? And had my father not reason to kill Odin's beloved son? Was it not his right, after Odin tore us out of our parents' arms? And is Baldr not better off being with me than with you? He wasn't happy with you. You didn't give him what he needed. You didn't understand him like I do. He was your most precious light, now he is mine. He didn't want to go back and I didn't want him to go either. So I gave you an impossible task. But my father spoiled your meal again, didn't he? Hehe … you get it? He spoiled your meal and I eat from a table called hunger with a knife named famine? Hehe … meal jokes. They never get old. Anyway, since one creature refused to cry for Baldr, he stays here. And he will stay here until Ragnarök has passed. Then he will leave me again, as much as it hurts to think about it. But until then … I will enjoy his presence. Until then, he will be mine. He belongs to me. I love him. Surprised? Didn't you tell me that EVERYONE loves Baldr? Well, I'm no exception! And do you know what's the frosting on the cake? He loves me too! Now that's knocking you off the horses, huh? No offense, Sleipnir, hehe. But seriously. Even if you had succeeded, he would refuse to come back with you. He wouldn't go without his twin Hödr. By the way, Baldr angry at you guys for killing him. Hödr was one of you too, you know. But you don't care, do you? No, you only tried to ransom out Baldr, but not him. Seriously, dick move. (Baldr thinks so too) And then there is Nanna. She's pissed at you too, also for killing Hödr. At first we hated each other, but now we're gal pals. Hödr himself? Oh, I assure you, he's fine. he doesn't mind my relationship with his brother, in fact he supports it (you know, because he is awesome). See? They're much happier with me than with you! Hah! What does that tell you? If I was the monster you take me for, would they happier with me than with you? No! It's you who are the monsters! You mistreated my family, bound my older brothers, killed my younger ones, killed my mother and torture my father. You think I'm a monster, because you're a bunch of cowards. You were afraid of my power, weren't you? Were my father and my stepmother Sigyn the only ones who weren't? Ah, Sigyn. Yelled a lot and liked to punch dad, but she thought that WE were cute. She was one of a kind and a wonderful stepmother. I remember that one time she managed to come down to the underworld, only to ask me for a curl of my hair, just to cheer dad up. That was so sweet of her. I miss her, just like I miss the rest of my family. But at least I have my little brothers with me. But after Ragnarök, I will have them again. When they're all dead, I will give them a home. And we will be happy and together forever. Except that Baldr and Hödr will be gone. It hurts to think about it. But perhaps they will come to visit little ol' me. But it's long until then. And when the end of the age comes, I will lend my troops to father. I won't be there myself, I'll be too busy ruling Hel and Niflheim. Besides, I have to receive you all when you die. See you then, you worthless, hypocritical bastards. Nari and Narfi: We just don't know what went wrong. Our family was so happy. Mum was always there and loved us. Dad wasn't, but when he was, he spoiled us and told us cool stories. When we were really small, our big half-siblings came to live with us for a while. Mum spoiled them. They were weird, but it was fun to play with them, especially Fenrir. His fur was fluffy and he always let us ride on his back. And suddenly they were gone and no one told us where to. But dad was so sad afterwards. He cried almost every night. Then mum gave him a present and he got a bit better. The other Aesir seemed to like us. Our uncles Baldr and Hödr always taught us cool stuff, just like dad always did. And uncle Thor played with us and gave us piggy-bag rides. And suddenly uncle Baldr and auntie Nanna were dead. Then, a year later, uncle Hödr was dead too. They said that it was him who killed uncle Baldr. But that's impossible! He loved him so much! A few decades after that, they arrested dad. Then they dragged us out of mum's arms and took us to a far away place. It was only then that we learned that it had actually been dad who had killed Baldr. And then Odin said 'An eye for an eye' and turned Nari into a wolf. It hurt, being transformed into a wolf. Suddenly I saw Narfi and forgot that he was my brother. A few minutes later, I stood over his intestines and dad was screaming and I suddenly realised what had happened. But before I could grief, Odin pierced me with his spear. The last thing I saw was how they bound dad with Narfi's guts, then I died. We found ourselves in Helheim and in front of Hel's throne. We had never really seen our older sister, even in Asgard, because she had always hidden away. Now that we saw her, first she was a bit scary with her half-dead face. But she is so nice to us. Actually, she's the best big sis ever. She is so badass and lets us live in her palace, we can do whatever we want and she plays with us, when she has the time. Uncle Baldr and uncle Hödr are there too. They always have time for us and keep teaching us awesome stuff. Hel does so too, but she is very busy ruling the underworld. They all know a lot and Hel knows so cool magic, just like dad. And then there is our … uh, other mother? Angrboda. She is the mum of our older siblings minus Sleipnir, a powerful Jötunn witch and very nice, but also very scary. She's even smarter than Odin, at least we think so. She knows everything. Hel too. Maybe she got that from her. But we miss mum and dad so much. But that's okay, because Hel says that we will have them back eventually and Hel never lies. Sleipnir: Sometimes I wish I had never been born. Sometimes I curse the family I've been born into. Sometimes I regret that I can't just be a normal stallion. Hehe, nope. I'm a magical, talking horse with eight legs. Also, my mother is a shapeshifting trickster whose blood-brother is my master. Oh, and I have three monster siblings and two younger human siblings. Don't worry, I can turn into a human too. Woohoo. Joy, joy. I only met my siblings when they were taken from Jötunheim and stayed in Asgard for a while. It was actually them who taught me to transform into a human shape. I'm a grey horse with a dark grey mane and my mother's green eyes. When I turn human, my skin is pale, my hair is still dark grey and my eyes still green, but for some reason I have … freckles? Must have gotten that from mother too. Oh, and my mother is actually a guy. At least everyone thinks so. I'm not so certain, I mean he's a fire Jötunn and a shapeshifter, perhaps he's gender non-binary. Anyway, my older half-siblings soon were taken away and suffered fates they didn't deserve, just because the Aesir didn't like the way they looked. Dick move. Mother was so distressed. No. Distressed isn't the right word, more like mad with grief. He was in a dazed state for months. It was so scary and I was only a foal back then. Mother recovered afterwards, but I could practically smell the hatred boil inside him, the evil schemes he was plotting. He was never one to think logically. Oh mother, my dear poor mother, you're such a fool. You wanted to avenge Angrboda's children and murdered Baldr, the most beloved of the Aesir. Then you sabotaged his return. And then you rubbed it into their faces. And now you're chained to not only one but THREE rocks with the guts of Narfi, my little half-brother. Everyone in my family is gone and I alone am still here, serving Odin. I miss you so, my dear mother. And I miss you too, my siblings, even these of you whom I hardly knew. I will see you at Ragnarök, my dear family. And we will be together in Helheim. At least I hope so. I don't know, if I'll die at Ragnarök, but I hope that I will. I just want to be with you again. I miss you.

#norse mythology #loki #loki's children #fenrir #jörmungandr #hel #sleipnir #nari #narfi

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TITLE OF STORY: Do You Fear The Devil CHAPTER NUMBER/TITLE/ONE SHOT: Chapter One AUTHOR: https://ichiruuu.tumblr.com/post/190849488349/title-of-story-do-you-fear-the-devil-chapter WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Loki GENRE: Romance FIC SUMMARY: He is forbidden. Her heritage was stolen.Its been two years since the earth was attacked by the Chitauri. Victoria Bishop lives in New York and works for Tony Stark also known to the rest of the world as the Invincible Iron Man When Loki returns for the Tesseract, she finds herself somehow drawn to him and his bad side. Loki is the type her dad warned her about. Loki is the type of man you want to hide and lock up your daughters from. As Tony Stark once said, "We create our own demons."But what about falling for one? RATING: Explicit WARNINGS/TRIGGERS/AUTHORS NOTES: mentions of rape and violence. FEEDBACK/COMMENTS: Hello! This is my first Loki fic. Please give some feedback! Thank you :)

Something was off that Monday morning.

I could not place my finger on it as I made my way through downtown Philadelphia. It was raining so it had been deemed pretty stupid to worry about the day being off. The mood however…

I had forgotten why the mood was sour today. I was on the first train out of my beloved city to an unknown place. The letter had instructed me to move out and was shoved down somewhere at the bottom of my suitcase. That was a week ago. It had been about three months prior to my departure when it arrived. I was sitting in my office with my mother who loves to chide me when it came to my personal endeavors. There hadn’t been too many clients that day so I could pace myself with my work. My father, a well known doctor in Philadelphia, had been contacted by Anthony Stark. Mr. Stark was a man of many secrets but everyone knew that he was technically a superhero. His company had been associated with SHIELD, which we only knew about through the television and newspapers. The organization itself had based their beliefs on catching intergalactic criminals and stopping the world from coming to end. But after some fights with SHIELD’s director, Mr. Stark had started his own program to stop aliens (the spacial kind) from invading the planet. Stark Industries had hired my father to study how other species survive and live on our planet. One of them happened to be Thor’s younger adopted brother.

The job description required a young and vibrant person to assist Tony Stark with physical and psychological studies involving said younger brother. I had never personally met Thor’s brother but based on Mr. Stark’s description of him, he was a dick. Someone that you wouldn’t want to mess with.

When I arrived at my apartment that same day, I was not surprised in the slightest at how big it was. Bigger than my room in my parent’s house. After all, my father had hounded Mr. Stark about me having the best accommodations money could offer. Being spoiled at age twenty- two made me feel like such a child. Once the movers arrived at my new home, they unloaded all of my furniture. There weren’t many things that I owned, but the comfort of having them with me had eased my apprehensiveness of moving to a completely different place. You’d think I’d be used to a big city but Philly had nothing on New York.

My new place had two bedrooms, a single bathroom with a high powered shower and a kitchenette with a small dining room. Picking the biggest room was pretty easy. It was closer to the street with a huge window which I was thankful for. A daily dose of Vitamin D was good for everyone.

A loud ring coming from under the couch cushions startled me. Realizing it was my phone, I laughed out loud for being scared of something so silly. The caller ID informed me it was Mr. Stark. Gulping audibly, I cleared my throat before answering.

“Hello?” My voice cracked.

“Ah, Ms. Bishop. I see you’re nice and settled into your new apartment. Is everything to your liking?” I wasn’t sure but I had the distinct feeling there was sarcasm behind that question. My teeth grit involuntarily.

“Everything is perfect, Mr. Stark. Thank you by the way,” Mumbling, I said my goodbyes to him and we hung up. So much for trying to impress the new boss. Glaring at my clock, I shoved the phone under the couch cushions again. Like my mother said: Que sera sera.

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The sun was the only thing shielding myself from my own homicidal thoughts.

I was drowning in my sweat and I wasn't even half down the block. I loved living in a big city but I missed Philly. Especially with all the pollution constantly clogging up my lungs and a car waiting at every corner to maim me. I was happy to go to work today. Today marked the anniversary of working one year with Mr. Stark. It was an honor and a privilege. It was also a degrading job that paid fairly well, the irony of it. I was a certified physician assistant to my father. But part of my job also entailed doing daily blood draws on the one and only god of chaos and destruction, Loki Odinson. Loki was Thor’s brother who also happened to be an Avenger. And in case you didn't know, Tony Stark was the Iron Man. I had started working with Mr. Stark because his most trusted physician had been too much of a chicken to go head to head with a god. A snort came out of my nose. Yeah, right. There was the small detail of Mr. Stark’s wife, Pepper Potts, having a pair of twin boys so Mr. Stark’s blood pressure was known to skyrocket.

Noise polluted the quiet vastness of my mind and distracted me away from my thoughts. I walked towards the upper part of Manhattan. A loud honking noise made me stop short and I turned sharply. A taxi had just stopped in front of me and kept honking. I kept walking and ignored the driver. It was usually what happened in these parts. That was one of the reasons I hated living here. It only made me miss my tiny bedroom in the outskirts of Philadelphia.

I was out of breath by the time I was inside the Stark Tower. Missy, the secretary, met my eyes when I entered the grandiose building. She gave me a rather nasty look. I gave her a nasty look of my own. When I turned away, I could almost feel her piercing gaze on my back. I tried walking towards the elevator as gracefully possible, but for me, I felt like I was a gazelle with its legs broken. Holding my head up high, I stopped in front of the elevator. Just as I was about to press the last button, it pinged and opened. Mr. Stark stepped out in his mighty Avenger glory. I was taken aback at his sudden entrance. He was about the same height as my father (a whole five feet and nine inches on the dot) with dark brown hair that was neatly styled and a tidy beard. He had a rueful smile on his face and I stared at him more for several seconds. He wore a pair of dark wash denim jeans and a tight black t-shirt. I wasn’t the type to stare at one’s boss, but Mr. Stark had a good figure considering his age and all. He had gotten married recently, and still acted like the playboy that he solemnly had been for years. Around me, he acted like an older brother or protector. It was because he was twenty-five years my senior. It felt comforting having him there, since I rarely saw my father at the lab. He still stayed in Philadelphia and traveled for meetings once a week.

“Ah, Miss Bishop. So glad you made it. What, did you stop and get your hair done before work?” he teased. I laughed.

“No, Mr. Stark. I had just set my alarm a little late. I knew that I didn’t have to start work until eight.” I glanced down at my Rolex, making sure I was right. Yup. Fifteen minutes until my shift. I shifted and let out a sigh of relief. Mr. Stark looked me up and down. He tsk tsked at me.

“Geez, Miss Bishop. You’re what, twenty-four now? You dress like my grandmother!” He shook his head but kept smiling. My lips thinned into a tight line, I examined what I was wearing. I thought I looked decent enough. I was wearing dark washed jeans and a violet blouse paired with knee high boots. Perhaps wearing knee high boots in the middle of March wasn't such a good idea after all. Business casual. Or more casual than business as he had once put it. At least I hadn't walked into work with Hawaiian shorts and a Mickey Mouse shirt like he did one time. We don't talk about that Christmas party incident anymore.

“Okay, fine. I do admit I don’t typically dress my age. And I’m twenty-three!”

“Okay okay, kid. What’s on the agenda for today?” He stopped smiling and had a grim look on his face in a split second.

I gave him a blank stare. There was a strange look on his face. Crap. That was also part of my job. He glanced at me almost as if he was gonna say something but held his tongue.

“Is it an Avenger thing?” I recovered quickly. “Or is it a code nine one one?” Code 911 usually stood for escaping superbeings. I could only pray that it wasn’t Loki this time.

He nodded and turned on his heels. A highly dangerous god was on the loose. Missy stepped out from behind her post and wordlessly gave Mr. Stark a silver briefcase. It was lightweight and inconspicuous, perfect for New York. Having a briefcase was the norm here. In reality, it was his Iron Man armor. He pressed a button to open the case. Stepping into it, the armor conformed to his body and he flew out of the balcony window in the lobby. Papers flew everywhere and Missy huffed. My laughter echoed inside the elevator.

My job was fairly simple at Stark Industries. Do a routine blood draw, stay out of the way, and do not ask the guard to leave while doing physical tests. Sometimes I was a carrier pigeon for Mr. Stark. He’d send me over to the Shield headquarters (each time the location was different) and hand over vital information to Director Nicholas Fury. Sometimes it entailed me going on trips out of the country which was a nice perk of being here.

There was only one person I could tolerate in the entire tower and that was Dr. Bruce Banner. We were both smart and we knew about the body so we felt comfortable talking about biological warfare and whatnot. On my first paid vacation we had spent a weekend in Calcutta where he tried to meditate and control the other guy. He had invited Natasha Romanoff. I usually stayed clear of her way. She was intimidating sometimes but her sharp wit often made me laugh. Her combat skills came in handy when my usual guard had to tend to some other assignments per Mr. Stark, so she filled in for him. The protocol was that I had to have someone with me at all times. The trust in Loki was so little. There was also Clint Barton. I rarely saw him since he had a private life outside of the Avengers job. He was married and had two kids so he tried to avoid the action as much as he could. There was a rumor going around that Clint had been possessed by some kind of unearthly power due to Loki’s influence on alien technology. Clint’s PTSD had sky-rocketed the minute he spied Loki again in the tower.

And of course, there was Steve Rogers. He and I never saw eye to eye on anything. There had been a brief time where I had actually wondered if the man in red, white, and blue had developed a crush on me. It turned out it was just his fucked up views on female doctors. Shocker.

The elevator was lagging today so I wondered if Mr. Stark had tweaked its hardware, again. I pushed the button for the very top again just to make sure I had pushed it in the first place. There was one person I forced myself not to think of. On my first day, I had fallen head over heels for Thor. Now that I thought about it, it seemed pretty stupid. Having a crush on him was inconvenient for sure but I was thankful that he had politely declined my advances. All in all, unrequited love hurt like a bitch.

Now, I was better after the whole crush thing. I had a few friends, I worked for a bunch of superheroes and my salary was the bomb lest the degrading part of it. Sometimes I went on dates but it was rare since I was so busy. I barely had time for myself! When the elevator opened, I walked out with my satchel over my shoulder. The air was warm up here compared to the cool elevator ventilation. The sun was shining just as brightly as it had been outside and the birds were chirping. The windows in the corridor reflected a rainbow. I straightened my clothes before I walked into Mr. Stark’s office to pick up Loki’s medical chart. Excitement was bubbling inside of me as I thought about testing his lipids and cholesterol. Loki’s metabolism should have been the envy of every athlete in the world. It was quite impressive how much food he consumed and how fast he burned away all the calories.

I shuffled forward while people passed by me in the hallway. Several of them waved or just nodded. Somehow I still felt out of place. Being the youngest worker here certainly didn’t make it easier on me. I was different from people my age. My degree stuck out like a sore thumb. There was always that feeling of not being good enough. Mr. Stark always soothed my worries about being useful. All the data I gathered for him on the daily had helped treat several people he knew that had suffered from a strange disease after the battle of New York four years ago.

I guess the only good thing about me was being able to stand my ground. I could easily stick up for myself in any situation. Fighting back a smile, I made my typical beeline for the fresh coffee and donuts Mr. Stark supplied for his workers. After grabbing a napkin to wipe the sugary goodness off of my fingers, I bit into my vanilla donut. I poured coffee with just a splash of cinnamon coffee creamer. A true queen’s breakfast. I walked down the hall while I munched on my goodies. It should be an easy day. I didn’t even have to start my labs until the afternoon after some interrogation and a meeting. Mr. Stark hadn’t been too specific about Loki, but I was sure it was a joke when he said Loki escaped. As far as anyone knew, Loki was locked in his room on the fiftieth floor like Rapunzel. Just as I was opening the door to Mr. Stark’s office I stopped right in my tracks. There was someone in his chair. My coffee hit the floor, sloshing the hot liquid all over my boots. It smelled like pine cleaner and...alcohol? My eyes widened when the chair turned.

There he was in all of his Asgardian glory.

I had seen Loki many times. I had seen him in regular human clothes. But I had never seen him in his armor. His cold piercing eyes stared right into mine. His eyes, oh his eyes, were a baby blue color that mesmerized me often. Right now they were dark like endless pools of black murky waters. His black hair was slicked back in his usual style with a few strands tucked behind his ear. The expression he had on his face was wild, animalistic. He didn’t smile. He never did.

Fear shot through me like icy liquid causing me to shiver violently. My legs were numb while pure adrenaline coursed through my veins. It was fight or flight at this point. I had no guard here. Basically, I was fucked. He stood up fluidly with such grace that it made me twinge with jealousy. Even like this, he was still somehow perfect. But something was not right. He staggered slowly. Then it hit me. Loki was drunk.

Perhaps he would kill me in his drunken state. He’d be merciful and do it quickly. His temper was downright scary. I had discovered that on the first day of his blood draws.

“What are you doing here, Loki?” I asked cautiously. He tilted his head and walked closer to me. I could smell the alcohol and it made me gag. I coughed at how strong and potent it was. It was most likely Asgardian ale. Earth alcohol had no effect on Loki or his brother.

“How in the fuck did you escape your room?” There was silence. A look of confusion crossed his delicate features. He didn’t even understand my question. It took all of my willpower not to burst into laughter. Taking a deep breath, I tried to speak to him again and get his attention.

“What am I doing here?” He slurred. He sounded coherent enough. Perhaps the alcohol was being sweated out of his system. It surprised me how strangely calm and collected he sounded at the moment. My thoughts began to wander as I studied Loki’s face. He was really attractive. There was something about his face that didn’t match Thor’s. Loki’s complexion was pale and his milky skin was flawless. Paired with pink thin lips and childlike expressions, overall he was angelic. He towered over every other resident in the Tower. During his first exam, I measured his height. He was an impressive six foot three and a half.

“Where is the tesseract?” His slurring was even more pronounced as he swayed back and forth, eyeing me with a hungry stare. He was heaving instead of taking normal breaths. There was sweat on his forehead. A sickly look graced his perfect face. Even as he scrutinized me, I could feel the power radiating off of him. He truly was a god. A regal and powerful god. He could snap me in half if his heart desired. My bitchy persona was back on as I shook my head. So what if he was inebriated? I could still take him like that.

“The what?” I asked stupidly, cocking my head to the side. I had a pretty vague idea of what he was asking about. “I said what are you-” Before I could finish my sentence, Loki did a very not Loki thing. In three quick strides, he stood in front of me, his frame completely engulfing me. He looked like he had fallen from above, like a malevolent god. The faint smell of pine and snow was coming off of him. His eyes were narrowed. I forgot how to breathe for a second and I swear my heart stopped for a few beats. Swallowing air burned my throat from how terrified I was. The odd feeling of having him so close to me was eerie. He had a thing about being touched without permission and personal space.

“I want the tesseract!” The windows shook from his thunderous voice. “Tell me where I can acquire it!” Loki hissed at me. I was so scared at this point that I began to giggle. This was usually a side effect of pure fear. His swaying did nothing for him. My lips pursed when he leaned down closer to me. A finger lifted a curl from my face and he tucked it behind my ear. A whole second went by before Loki seized my forearm. I yelped in pain, his steely grip squeezing me tightly. My teeth gritted to prevent myself from crying. Several veins in his neck were popping out in anger. Yet, I did not care what he wanted. He was hurting me. Even my teeth began to chatter from the anger I felt at the treatment I was receiving from him. God or not, he shouldn’t treat a person with such disrespect.

“I don’t where your stupid tesseract is, Loki,” I spat out. “And even if I did know, I would never tell someone like you. You are the scum of the universe, Loki Odinson.” And with that, I yanked my arm out of his grip, walked to the window and pulled out my phone to call Mr. Stark. A growl came behind me as Loki charged at me with an incredibly vile expression on his face. He bared his teeth, his eyes absolutely livid. It was the last thing I saw before he grabbed my arms and threw me against the glass windows. I greeted darkness peacefully.

#Loki Laufeyson #Thor Odinson #Lok x OC #Loki fiction #rated 18 #smut #loki (marvel)#Loki series

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the-magic-lava-lamp · 4 years

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Soul Siblings

Summary: This one-shot belongs to the ‘Caught Up In You’ universe which is my high school AU in which most characters are seniors (apart from the likes of Loki, Wanda, Pietro etc. who are Sophomores) !

However, this story takes place before the beginning of ‘Caught Up In You’, during Loki & Wanda’s freshmen year.

*Loki & Wanda Friendship*

Word Count: 3,872

“You two almost ready up there?”

Wanda nearly jumped at the sudden sound of her mother’s voice from below the carpeted bedroom floor. But thankfully, she remained perfectly still and was able to sweep the eyeliner brush across her lid in just the way she wanted & had practiced.

Scooting her chair back from the large deep red vanity, Wanda checked herself out for a final full-look and tried to keep her pleased smile from taking over her face.

“They’re not gonna let you out of the house like that.”

Holding back the smile was no real effort now. Wanda pushed her hair so it could fall over her shoulders. A distant memory of Pietro falling down the stairs and knocking his front teeth out when they were around seven or eight came up in her mind while she fidgeted. “Just go downstairs and tell her we’re ready.” her voice was husky with annoyance. She hadn’t made fun of his silly front-toothless grin then but Pietro had no problem making fun of the way she had shrieked as if it were the end of the world and not just an early tooth fairy visit.

Her brother flashed her an amused grin before thumping down the stairs with loud booming footsteps. Wanda allowed herself a minute to admire her work again before following after him.

But it was the middle step, around stair five which was the one just above their cute little height markers drawn in pencil on the wall were, where she heard her mother gasp. “Wanda....”

She popped her leg out and slapped her hand down to curl it against the railing. The traces of red glitter from the eye-shadow she’d used were shining against her skin.

“It’s not that I don’t want you to express yourself-”

Her mother climbed a few steps, trying to meet her daughter. Wanda only gave her a look that suggested a ‘But....?’

“This is a family dinner and you-”

“Look like you’re wearing a Halloween costume.” Pietro gave her a large smirk to which she rewarded him with a roll of her eyes.

Their mother waved Pietro off and turned back to Wanda. “Why don’t you just take the makeup off and come have a nice dinner with us?”

“Why should I? You guys never make a big deal out of Pietro going out in the same ugly track suit!” She shoved her hand out to point at him and her brother stepped forward to argue. “It’s just makeup.”

“If it’s just makeup then can’t you do your mother this favor and wipe it off?” She pleaded and Wanda gripped the railing harder.

“It’s ok to express myself as long as it’s not embarrassing for you. Got it.” She gave a passive-aggressive false smile and a thumbs up.

“Wanda, you are fourteen years old and have black and red smudged all over your face like some kind of...” She waved her arm around but never did finish that sentence. “Just get cleaned up and we’ll go to that place you like so much, ok?”

Wanda pursed her lips. “No! This is what I want to look like! I don’t understand why you’re being so controlling about it.” She growled.

“Listen to your mother, Wanda.” Their father came in from the kitchen and stood at the front door but she was far too mad to really care. “Take off the makeup or you’re staying home.”

She gave them all a heated glare and crossed her arms. “I’m staying home, then.” and with that, she huffed dramatically and pounded her way back up the stairs.

“Make sure to slam the door and stamp your feet some more while you’re pitching a fit like a child!” Her dad called out after her.

“Ughhhhh, just leave!”

She slammed the door and waited until she heard her family leave without her before hopping onto her bed.

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Soul sibling. That’s how they referred to each other since about the 3rd grade. Loki and Wanda had been introduced when the twins were new in town and were in desperate need of friends. Thus, their parents decided on making play-dates with some of the neighborhood kids.

It was not an event that ever went smoothly. Mr. & Mrs. Maximoff quickly learned that though little Pietro was astoundingly social, he’d been very protective over his twin. And Wanda just never seemed to click with any play-mate the parents set them up with. Their little girl was quiet and mostly kept to herself. Though she’d open up about certain things...

it was just that none of the kids really wanted to talk about how she was a ‘witch’ or how she could ‘predict the weather’. And it was always a ruined play-date when Wanda pulled out her thick binder of Bella Sara cards.

Most of the neighborhood kids just didn’t click with Wanda and so Pietro hadn’t made much of an effort either. The Maximoff’s had been worried their children just wouldn’t make friends at all.

But then they set up a play-date with two brothers who lived close by. The younger, Loki, was the twins age of 8 and his brother,Thor, was three years older.

Thor was a polite and energetic little kid that Pietro got along well enough with but the real magic was that Wanda finally seemed to have found a friend she could bond with. Finally. The Maximoff’s felt extremely comforted by the fact that their daughter wasn’t alone.

The Odinson’s told them all about Loki. He too was a bit of an off-beat child that didn’t play well with others, even his brother on the occasion. He was a tad bit mischievous, absolutely refused to cut his long shaggy black hair, and sometimes wore his mothers large rings, insisting he could do magic. He spent most of his time isolated (though Thor was always willing to spend time with him). The Odinson’s had been a little nervous about the making friends aspect of school as Loki grew.

Both sets of parents couldn’t believe their relief when Wanda started her speech about being a witch and Loki only listened with interested ears. They let go of the breath they’d been holding when he offered her some of the rings on his fingers.

They couldn’t believe their lucky. At the moment, it didn’t even matter if the other two kids got along. That had been the most comforting sense of relief that a parent could have.

And so from then on, Loki & Wanda had been best friends. And Pietro was feeling less like he had to watch over her so much. Wanda had a friend. They passed around a journal at school, wore gaudy friendship mood-rings, begged to be driven to the mall, and made potions in the kitchen at 3 a.m. during sleepovers.

They’d spent many nights over at each other’s houses, talking about things they couldn’t talk about with anyone else.

So when the call came, Loki didn’t hesitate before picking up the same over-night bag and walking the short distance to Wanda’s house. They lived just about a block away from each other and her home was tucked into the middle of a quiet street.

“They just don’t get it! No one understands.” Wanda wined as she padded up and down her carpet, bare-feet sinking in slightly. Loki followed her movement with his eyes but remained silent because it was best not to interrupt her. He only gave her a look.

“Except you!” she added with a small smile before leaning back on her vanity. “It’s just that...” She fiddled with her fingers.

“I’m listening.” Loki hummed and she threw him a light smile.

“It’s annoying when I can’t be myself, y’know?” She stepped away and came towards the edge of the bed where Loki was perched, legs crossed with his hands folded together.

“Oh, I know.” He huffed, eyes rolling in that flawless way of his. “At least you don’t have my dad. He thinks he’s subtle about...” his voice trailed off “Not liking my personality, to be blunt, but he’s not.” His shoulders shrugged and Wanda put on a deep frown.

“At least you have your mom and Thor.” She reminded him gently and he made an amused expression. “Pietro doesn’t even seem to like me anymore. He’s always got something to mean say about the way I dress or my makeup.”

Loki glanced up to take another good look at her makeup. “Well, You’re still not very good at it.” He pursed his lips but was rewarded with a punch in the arm and Wanda punched hard. She wasn’t weak but she wasn’t really aware of that yet. “Ow! I’m sorry. You’re getting better, truly.” he put his arms up in mock surrender.

Loki learned early on in their friendship that he couldn’t be quite as snide as he usually was with Wanda. She was a sensitive girl but it was the first time he ever valued a friendship, so Loki made the effort. “Your brother’s just in that phase where he’s got to tease you. It’s like...a rite of passage.” He gently patted her hand.

“Thor doesn’t tease you that much.”

“That’s because I tease him.” Loki grinned, wide and mischievous. “Anyway, not that listening to your misery isn’t fun-because it is...” He pinched her hand and she smacked his arm. “But can we move on to something else? A movie maybe?”

Wanda grinned. “Movie, huh?”

“Oh-no.” He sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. “Wanda, we’re not watching that.” He crawled over to fetch her laptop which was sitting atop her nightstand and started typing.

“Please?”

“Pick something else! You always pick that one!” Loki rolled his eyes but he knew this was a losing battle for Wanda was already setting it up her way. She got her DVD and shoved it into the player before hopping down next to him, again not gently. Loki nearly shot up from the force of her jump but was weighed down by Wanda resting her chin on his shoulder.

As ‘Scooby-Doo & The Witch’s Ghost’ flashed on screen, Wanda burrowed her arm into Loki’s and watched him browse her computer.

He opened her Facebook messages and sighed. “He never answered you, huh?” Loki tried to look down at her but his vision was clouded with her hair.

“Nope!” Wanda lifted her head and slammed her back against the wall but she wasn’t even close to upset. In fact, she was more amused. She kept their arms interlocked but was now leaning on her light red wall and kicking her feet.

“Remind me why you like Steve right now?” Loki raised his brow and tilted his head slightly as he flicked through her recent messages. Wanda hummed.

“He’s really...” She blinked, in long thought and Loki held back a laugh. “Sweet.”

His laugh came out then and she smacked him but not quite so hard. “I’m serious. He was really nice to me when he was at your house with Thor.” She picked at the nail polish on her fingers. “We’re gonna be in Student Council together when it starts up!” She grinned and shuffled to tuck her legs under herself. Loki rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you like him?”

“For starters, he’s very boring.” He happily replied and even took the time to glance at her before returning to his 'work’ which Wanda had 100% stopped paying attention to. “And so...painfully...plain. Nothing special about him.”

His friend whistled to his right and watched the TV screen as she spoke. “I should’ve known he’s not your type. That’s why you’re into Tony.” She giggled, tossing the remote and catching it flawlessly no matter how she twirled it. “He’s so eccentric. Like you.” She crinkled her nose and turned up the volume.

The television fuzzed a little in focus before it fixed itself and Loki chuckled. “Yeah but he’s eccentric in a...party boy nerd way. And I’m eccentric in a...” Loki paused, trying to find his words.

“Moody, emo, drama kid kind of way?” Wanda poked his arm.

Loki poked his elbow into her side. “Yeah...” He nodded. “That’s why I’m much too good for him. But I’ll give it a pass if he ever shows interest.” He winked a Wanda whistled loudly.

Loki and Wanda had major crushes as often as people ate. At least every week there’d be a new guy on their radar.

Wanda reached over the laptop and grabbed a scrunchie from her nightstand. “Guess I’m gonna wash this makeup off if we’re gonna get comfortable.” She sighed, dissapointed but not surprised that it never got to see the light of day, just the light of her flickering lamp.

“If it helps, I like it.” Loki flashed her a grin and hoped it didn’t come of as sarcastic. He’d been told countless times that his joy could sound that way. But Wanda nodded with genuine understanding. “You’re just not so great at the girl stuff, huh?” He teased her some more and gently smacked the back of his hand against her arm.

“I’m really not.” She giggled and scampered off to the bathroom that joined to her room, which was a blessing. But left the door cracked a little so she could listen to the television. “Remember when I tried to curl your hair and burned all my fingers and your neck?” Her laughter was loud and bubbly which countered the girls dark personality. It was very contagious.

Loki put on an annoyed tone. “How could I forget? That was a fun thing to explain to my parents when they saw the mark.”

Her laughter was getting to the point where she must’ve been shaking in silent giggles behind the door.

As the sink began to run, Loki glanced up and fondly rolled his eyes at the movie because ‘How many times could Wanda watch this and not get sick of it?’. He heard the familiar creaks of her home from behind the fuzzy TV and felt comfort wash over him. Which, he wouldn’t admit to needing but he really did.

They’d just started their Freshman year and he would be lying if he didn’t say he was nervous. But that was fine. He liked to lie. So he could mask that feeling well. Though it wasn’t just that.

As he entered High School, Thor was starting his second half. a Junior. And although he put on a front, Loki was actually very close to his brother. Not many people but Wanda were aware of that.

Loki mercilessly teased Thor but who else was he gonna record doing stupid things? Who else would understand him in the same way that his brother did? He didn’t like to admit it but Thor was his best friend in a different way then Wanda was.

Having a brother meant having someone you can have a knock-down-drag-out fight with but still get ice cream with a 3 a.m.

And soon enough, that could be coming to an end.

He glanced up at the bathroom door, hearing Wanda stumble through a mumbled version of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Gypsy’ as she splashed her face with water. “You know, my dad thinks we’re dating.”

“Gross. Why?” She spoke from behind the door as she opened and closed multiple drawers.

Loki had to agree with her immediate reaction. “Well, the curling iron incident probably didn’t help...plus, remember when he came to wake us up and we were sleeping in the same bed?”

Wanda snorted. “That was because you made me watch those scary videos-!”

“They’re not scary! You’re just too easily scared.”

“I am not and you know it!” Wanda stuck her head out of the door, ponytail flopping downwards. “People need to respect ghosts and NOT try to antagonize them.” She scoffed and he shrugged.

“Anyway, he’s been calling you my little girlfriend for ages.” Loki’s voice was small and a little insecure which did not happen often. “I don’t mind it so much because I’m not sure how he’d react to me being gay, y’know?” Loki frowned and Wanda gripped the side of the door.

She was about to speak some genuine words and he knew that just by her expression. But it was too much for him at the moment so he decided to change the subject.

“Speaking of parents...” He flicked his tongue. “When are yours due back and are they gonna be upset with my being here?” He asked as she moved back to the bathroom.

“I don’t know. They’re only getting dinner. So probably soon.” There were a few more shuffling sounds. “And they gotta be used to you showing up by now.”

The room went silent for a few minutes besides Wanda running the sink a few more times. So Loki glanced back at the screen.

“You’re about to miss the whole reason you love this movie.”

The girl shoved the door open and darted over to the bed once more and hopped next to him. This time she dangled her legs over the side and he set aside her laptop.

‘I'm gonna cast a spell on you You're gonna do what I want you to Mix it up here in my little bowl Say a few words and you lose control...’

“I'm a Hex Girl and I'm gonna put a spell on you. I'm gonna put a spell on you!” Wanda playfully pushed Loki as she sung along. This part of the girl was hardly ever seen by anyone but him. She was so quiet in school.

Wanda sank back into the bed, the palms of her hands buried in the blankets. “Besides her whole Vampire thing-I never had a vampire phase, I always knew I was a witch girl-she’s my style icon.” Wanda pointed out the same girl she did every-time they watched this movie. “I wanna dye my hair that red color.”

Her lips pursed sadly and Loki had about enough of that kinda mood for one night. “Why don’t you dye it then?”

She scoffed. “Sure.”

But Loki picked up his phone and started texting before even looking at her again. She paused the movie and tried to peek over his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

The man didn’t answer until he got a satisfying reply bell back and proceeded to leap off the bed. “Thor’s picking us up to take us to a CVS or something.” And with that, he twirled out of the room and picked up his night-bag on the way out.

“Text your parents and tell them your staying over at my house! Things could get messy and you’re bathroom’s way too nice to destroy!”

Wanda widened her eyes and stood still for a moment or two before doing just as Loki told her and rushing down the steps after him. Her bedroom door hung open.

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The turning blinker was beating in their ears and the glare of the red light was almost painful. Loki leaned back on the fabric seats of Thor’s car which had been a gift from their parents and sighed. Rain splattered against the window and provided a nice background noise to their record silence.

“You know, one of you could sit up here with me for once. It’s pretty lonely.” Thor teased, though he was kinda serious, as he tapped his fingers against the wheel to the blinker’s beat.

There was about two different ways for Loki to respond, Wanda learned. The boy was either going to be a little smart mouthed kid and make a comment back to him. Or, Loki was-

‘-Oh, looks like he went for the second option.’

Wanda laughed as Loki reached over to smack the back of Thor’s head. The two brothers smacked each other around so often and it never seemed to bother either of them where their location was.

This was far from the first time she’d seen them attempt to fist-fight while Thor was driving. Wanda let them do their little skit and took some time to zone-out as water pitter-pattered against the window.

CVS was playing a far off version of ‘Fly Me to the Moon’ when the three idiots in their Pajamas stared at box-dyes in the hair-care aisle.

Thor, the largest, was curled up criss-cross style on the rough carpet. He was digging deep into the bottom shelf and pulling out whatever colors he thought the others might enjoy.

Loki was completely off-topic and not all there with his eyes targeting the last half of the aisle. Which was made up of useless home-ware and a half-broken into Lava lamp box because suburban drug stores never made any fucking sense.

And Wanda was hovering between them with her pinky finger resting unconsciously on her bottom lip.

They were frozen in their positions for a good solid five minutes which actually clocked in around ten minutes in small-town shopping time.

Somebody in the store checked out with a loud beep, the double-doors slid open, and with no warning the fuzzy song above them made an abrupt change in genres to ‘Somebody's Watching Me’.

Wanda popped out her leg and knelt down next to Thor, who at that very second held up a ruby red shade that was just what she wanted.

The electric doors came open again and momentarily allowed the sound of rain to take over the music before it was muffled all over again.

“-All I want is to be left alone, in my average home But why do I always feel Like I'm in the Twilight Zone?”

From two aisles over, somebody sneezed over another person’s question of the time.

“You’re paying, right?” Loki smirked at Thor but the gentle giant only nodded and ruined the annoying little brother game.

Loki paid and they escaped back out into the rain.

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“She is like a cat in the dark and then She is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark and when The sky is starless-”

Wanda sang into the tiny brush before once more running it down a chunk of her hair. Performing effortlessly in the Odinson bathroom while drowning in an old sweatshirt of Thor’s which he’d offered kindly so as not to ruin her outfit.

Loki, who’d been watching from the edge of the tub, took the opportunity to swipe the brush from her fist and go about the back of her hair. Wanda would surely miss a large space if he didn’t do it for her. As much as she wanted ruby red hair, she was still a teenager with loads of other junk on her mind.

: : :

During the thirty minutes of waiting, Thor made them popcorn and humored Wanda in her questions about Steve. He genuinely loved hanging out with his little brother and his friend even when Loki shoved him out of the room.

But Loki asked him back for the hair reveal.

Thor’s little brother playfully rubbed the towel against Wanda’s head a couple times before finally sliding it off.

The shining ruby hair flopped from the cloth and water-falled off the smiling girl’s shoulders.

Clearly, the day had turned out much better than she expected. Her smile was the dead giveaway of her joy.

#loki and wanda #friendship #loki odinson #wanda maximoff #witch siblings #??#scarlet witch #marvel #The Avengers #caught up in you #i know Wanda hasn't even been introduced in that fic yet BUT #I wanted to post this #hi again

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oh please tell me your thoughts on loki! she's actually a rather interesting character and i dont think intsys could do her justice so i would love to hear your ideas!

this response is so late because A) I’ve been trying to figure out what to draw for it and B) I’ve been trying to figure out how to structure the monster novel that by necessity needs to be attached to anything relating to my Loki thoughts.

As a disclaimer, all of this is entirely my own invention based on the original mythology and what we’ve seen of canon; I’m resigned to the fact that there’s no real chance any of this will become part of Heroes, but this is what makes me happy personally, so I’m going to stick to it as an AU if nothing else. So with that out of the way: let’s talk about Loki.

I decided that the easiest way to go through this would be in the major stages of Loki’s life, with each one showcasing a different appearance (Loki’s a shapeshifter, after all). It’s not always easy to put myths in order, but I have a pretty strong personal plot thread that runs through Loki’s myths, so let’s start at the beginning: with Loki’s early experiences as one of the Aesir.

Loki is not technically a god – not in the way that Odin and Thor are, at least. Loki is a child of jotunn, and more than likely is a jotunn as well, rather than one of the Aesir, so under normal circumstances would not have counted among their number; however, Loki and Odin forged a blood pact and swore an oath to treat one another as brothers, and so Loki was adopted into the Aesir fold by bonds of kinship.

Loki is not truly evil, and never has been. Loki is a mischievous spirit, fiery and wild, fond of trickery and games, and those have a tendency to get out of hand sometimes, which leads to big problems. But Loki’s word is also their bond, and when they swear an oath, they keep it. The myth of Idunn shows this very clearly: when Loki is captured by a jotunn, they swear to give him whatever he asks, and he asks for the goddess Idunn, responsible for keeping the Aesir young and strong. When Loki is released, they do exactly as they swore, and lure Idunn into the jotunn’s clutches; however, when the rest of the Aesir realize what’s happened, they force Loki to promise to get Idunn back, which Loki proceeds to do.

This oath keeping is important. It will come up again.

Now, because of the bond they swore, Loki was often called on by Odin to perform various tasks, many of which sent them wandering across the various realms – of course, Loki also succumbed to wanderlust sometimes when left bored too long, and had been known to wander off. On one of these wanderings for whatever purpose, Loki met the jotunn Angrboda and ended up having a rather extended affair with her – enough that three children came of it: the wolf Fenrir, the serpent Jormungandr, and a daughter named Hel who seemed neither living nor dead.

Loki loved those children. They didn’t care a whit that they were seemingly strange: those were Loki’s babies, and Loki doted on them endlessly. Eventually, though, Odin had need of Loki again and summoned them…and rather than leave the babies behind, Loki decided to bring them back to Asgard. Now, the Aesir were significantly less thrilled about these children than Loki, but when Loki asked the Aesir to look after them in their absence (calling on Odin’s pact when he falters), they relented, and Loki left the three children with the gods.

For a while, things were fine. Unfortunately, Fenrir and Jormungandr in particular grew at an alarming rate, and the Aesir came to fear what monsters they would eventually become – so rather than let them become destroyers wreaking havoc on Asgard, Odin chose instead to deal with them while Loki was absent on a mission: Fenrir was bound with the ribbon Gleipnir (only managed because Tyr, the Aesir he trusted most, agreed to place his hand in Fenrir’s mouth to prove it was no trick – and he lost that hand for his deception), Hel was exiled to the realm of the dishonored dead (those who died of sickness and famine rather than gloriously on the battlefield), and Jormungandr was thrown into the swirling chaos of the Tempest before Odin used his might to quell it.

Loki was…less than pleased when they got back. Vascillating wildly between rage and desolation, they took out their suffering through increasingly malicious pranks on the Aesir (the theft of Brisingamen and the shearing of Sif’s hair), which ultimately ended in Loki paying the heaviest price. Eventually, grief took its toll, and Loki gave in to a listless depression; it was their inability to care at all that made them discount Svadilfari’s strength, and they came to pay for that, too – though the price came in the form of a new child, the eight-legged colt Sleipnir that Loki bore as a mare. Unwilling to see another child suffer the same fate as the first three, Loki gave Sleipnir over to Odin in hopes that leaving him in service to the Aesir would protect him from harm…and, at least, Loki would still be able to see the child.

And it’s here that we reach the first turning point: realizing how unstable Loki had become owing to the loss of their children, Odin decided to take drastic action and try to ground them in the present – by arranging Loki’s marriage to Sigyn. No one actually expected the marriage to be more than lip service, with the two leading separate lives within the same house; however, much to everyone’s surprise, Loki and Sigyn readily came to care for one another, and Loki finally began to heal from the loss of their children. They still mourned, yes, and still worried for Sleipnir, but much of their playfulness returned as they found joy with their new wife. Settling with Sigyn and becoming a more committed member of the Aesir led to the first major shift in Loki’s appearance, as well.

Loki and Sigyn had a child together: a son named Narvi who they both loved dearly. Having a child to raise once more helped to ground Loki still further, and they finally settled comfortably into their role and came to be almost friendly with several of the Aesir. When Thor’s hammer was stolen, Loki helped him first to find it (by using Freya’s cloak of feathers to fly to the realm of the jotunn; he promised to return it and made good on his word) and then retrieve it, and even won a new ally into the fold with their antics. Loki and Thor traveled together as allies for a spell, no less, and had a rather harrowing encounter with a jotunn skilled in illusion (during which Loki lost an eating contest with a wildfire and had an unwitting encounter with Jormungandr, something they mourned once the truth was revealed because they had no idea). And beyond that, Loki even came to the aid of mankind alongside the other gods, helping to save a boy from being devoured by giants when even Odin and Thor could not.

Sadly, this period of happiness was not meant to last. In time, Odin’s second son Baldr began to have terrible nightmares about his own death; fearing deeply for her son’s life, his mother Frigg went to every plant, animal, and other object in the world and begged them to swear to do Baldr no harm, to which they all agreed.

And this is where things get dicey: Odin, wise and well-traveled already, had knowledge of what would come to pass at Ragnarok and after – and because of that, he knew that Baldr would rise from Hel to claim the world after the rest of the gods and men had fallen, inheriting the new and beautiful world that rose from the fire and flood. With Frigg’s frantic attempts to keep her son alive, that prophecy would be endangered. Odin, of course, is known as a good and honorable god…but looking at the myths more closely, it sometimes seems that he’s only ‘good’ and ‘honorable’ because he has others do his dirty work (it was his order that had Loki lure Svadilfari from his work, thus cheating the builder of his prize, after all) or claims that he acts in everyone’s best interests (as he did when he bound or exiled Loki’s first children).

So in order to preserve his son’s ability to inherit the world, Odin went to Loki and asked him to find a way to take Baldr’s life.

Naturally, Loki balked at that. But Odin cited their blood bond, and insisted that it was necessary. In the end, Loki agreed – on the condition that his family be spared from whatever followed, for there could be no doubt that there would be a heavy price to pay for this. Odin swore it, and Loki left, discovering that Frigg had failed to ask the mistletoe for its oath and using it to create an arrow; and while the other Aesir were having a grand time throwing things at Baldr and watching them bounce off him without doing a thing, Loki tricked Baldr’s twin brother Hodr into firing the arrow – which struck Baldr in the heart, killing him instantly.

It took little enough time for the gods to realize that Loki was behind the crime, and they proceeded to shut him out of everything. Wracked with guilt and emotionally unstable, Loki gradually neared a breaking point, which led to the roasting of the other gods at Aegir’s house (which Loki intruded upon by pointedly reminding Odin of the same blood oath he’d cited to make Loki agree to the plot). Realizing that Loki posed a great danger should the truth come out, Odin took drastic action: when the other Aesir, incensed by Loki’s criticisms and sharp words, hunted them down to be punished for Baldr’s death, Odin turned his youngest son Vali into a wolf and had him attack Loki’s son Narvi, viciously murdering the boy; and to make matters worse, the Aesir then used Narvi’s entrails to bind Loki to a stone beneath the earth, transfiguring them into chains before affixing a snake above Loki’s head to drip poison onto them for eternity.

Only one stayed beside Loki through this: their wife Sigyn, who remained by Loki’s side catching the poison in a bowl (though she had to leave to empty it on occasion, and when she did the searing poison made Loki writhe violently enough to cause earthquakes). And it is because of Sigyn that Loki remained passive for so long: her presence kept Loki calm, kept their thirst for revenge from overwhelming them, for she reasoned that if they did slip those bonds and set Ragnarok in motion, then Loki and all of their children all would die, just as Narvi had. At least now the children had life and could have pleasant dreams – and at least now, Loki had Sigyn.

But at some point in the very recent past, something happened: Sigyn vanished. Loki had slept, and when they woke to the searing pain of the snake’s venom, they found that their wife was nowhere to be seen, and no amount of calling and pleading made her reappear. That, truly, was the last straw for Loki: all their grief and despair turned to fury and hate in that instant, and the fireball they became incinerated both their chains and the snake that had so long tormented them. In the aftermath, only one link of the chains remained intact, and Loki kept it close, fashioning it into the buckle of the belt they wear. And without Sigyn by their side, Loki allowed that desire for vengeance to burn through them, which has led to where things stand today.

The shape Loki now assumes is strategic as much as comfortable, meant to distract enemies and give her more openings in combat. Everything she does is self-serving, up to and including her alliance with Surtr – hence her betrayal when he ceased to be useful. What she seeks: her children. Calling on Veronica to secure Naglfar and raise the Tempest, she sought Jormungandr (and still seeks him, as each foray into the Tempest has left her empty-handed); and now that Surtr’s power has been added to Hel’s army, giving her the ability to break the barrier Askr put in place, Loki seeks her lost daughter. And in the end, she intends to make the treacherous Aesir suffer for the pain and misery they caused her and her family for so long.

#ada answers #banyanas #fire emblem: heroes #fanart #loki #headcanon #this turned out about as long as i expected #i tried not to go into overmuch detail #but some of it was just necessary okay #i have feelings about loki and how things went down #and how so much of norse mythology just feels like a self-fulfilling prophecy #if fenrir and jormungandr and hel had been treated better by the aesir #if odin had been up-front about things #or at least kept his word when he gave it #maybe there wouldn't be a ragnarok at all #hard reset

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imjustthemechanic · 5 years

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Our Own Demons

Part 1/? - A Bolt from the Blue Part 2/? - A Different World

What if Tony Stark really were the villain of the Marvel universe? How would that work? Tony himself is about to find out, as he battles his inner demons (and some outer ones, too) across a multiverse of infinite possibilities.

The first thing Tony thought of was what the mysterious JANIS had just said: one hundred and seventy-eight Tonys Stark in the US. It could be a coincidence… but now that he thought of it, this man also kind of looked like Tony. His hair was a bit shorter, and showed the gray Tony dyed out. He didn’t have the beard, although he hadn’t shaved in a day or so, either. The nose was similar, and the furrows in the forehead, the eyes… he was about as tall as Tony would be without his lifts…

No, that was ridiculous. Tony shook his head, trying to clear the idea out of it. He’d seen some bullshit in his life, what with the Viking gods and the fire people and the Hulk, but those were one thing. This was something else entirely. There had to be a better explanation than that somehow there were suddenly two of them and one dressed like a slob.

“What’s your date of birth?” Tony asked.

“May twenty-ninth, 1970,” the other replied immediately. The wrench was slowly coming down, but he still looked terrified – and now very confused. “What’s your middle name?”

“Edward,” said Tony. He cocked his head, looking for the little clue that would tell him this was a trick or a dream or an illusion. Something. “Parents?”

“Howard and Maria,” said the other. “Ex-wife?”

Ah, there it was. Tony exhaled. “I’ve never been married,” he said.

The other went tense again, redoubling his grip on the wrench until his knuckles went white.

Tony rolled his eyes. That did it – he had to get out of his. “Will you just… I can’t talk to you when you might whack my head off at any moment. Here.” He approached cautiously, moving slowly and keeping his hands where the other could see them, and gently peeled the man’s fingers off the wrench and laid it down on a tabletop. “There. Better?”

“Who are you?” the other man asked. He unhooked his glasses from his shirt and put them on, then squinted in apparent disbelief of what he saw through them. “My evil twin?”

“I’m pretty sure I’d know if I had a twin, evil or otherwise,” Tony said.

“Evil mirror universe counterpart?” the other tried. He took the glasses back off and started cleaning them on the hem of his shirt, as if that would help somehow.

“That’s… wait, what makes you think I’m the evil one?” asked Tony, frowning.

“You’re the one with the goatee,” the other pointed out.

“Spock was the one with the goatee, and he was the mirror universe character who wasn’t evil,” said Tony.

“That’s what my wife told me when I tried to grow one! She said I looked like evil-Spock!” the other declared. “She wouldn’t stop making fun of me until I shaved it!”

Tony held up both hands. “Stop!” he ordered, “I don’t have time for this. I have to get Pepper.” If this man were Tony Stark in any sort of meaningful way, he would understand that.

“Pepper?” the man asked with a frown. “What… I don’t know if you realize this, but you literally appeared out of nowhere a minute ago.” He pointed to the wreckage of the suit, its pieces warped and its paint discoloured by… whatever had happened. “Now you’re worried about seasoning?”

That settled it. “I have to go,” Tony repeated. He spotted the door next to the sofa – there was a poster hung on it, a reproduction of one advertising a car race in Monaco in 1936. Tony went and tugged on the handle, but found it locked. “Would you mind?” he asked the other.

The man stared at him a moment longer, then threw up his hands. “Just… just open it, JANIS.”

There was a clunk, and the handle turned.

Tony didn’t spend a lot of time looking where he was going on his way out. He thought a couple of people might nodded or waved to him, but he ignored them, marching up the stairs and down the unfamiliar hallways until he found a sign that said To 45th Street. He followed that, and then paused for a moment before opening the door under the glowing red exit sign. What would he find out there? A mirror universe where east was west and up was down? A world ruled by Loki and the Chi’Tauri, or a nuclear wasteland where nobody had gotten rid of the nuke? Tony shut his eyes and took a deep breath, and pushed the door open to reveal…

East 45th Street, exactly as he remembered it. There was the Helmsley building across the road. On his left was the Starbucks and on his right was the Wells Fargo, and if Tony turned around, the building he’d just come out of would be Avengers Tower. He was right back where he’d started.

It was a great relief, but it didn’t last. When Tony looked up for confirmation, he got a nasty surprise. The building behind him wasn’t Avengers Tower at all. It was the old hexagonal skyscraper that had been there in 2005, the one he’d torn down to replace with something that would add a little more interest to the skyline. Tony shut his eyes and shook his head, then looked again. The view did not change.

His heart, which had so recently risen, sank again. Maybe he was hallucinating. Or maybe he’d somehow gone back in time… but no, that didn’t work. Tony had never worked on suits in the Tower basement, and even if he had, he’d definitely have remembered being visited by his future self. Maybe the other had been right when he’d suggested this was some kind of alternate universe. Maybe it was all a bad dream, something his brain was making up to save him the terror of hitting a cornfield while wearing a nonfunctional suit.

“Excuse me!” A woman pushed past, trundling a big wheeled suitcase. “I’m late!”

That was enough to bring Tony out of his moment of shock. He stepped out of the way to let her pass, then glanced up at the building again before straightening his jacket and heading back indoors. None of this mattered – he had to call pepper. If Tony had slipped into an alternate reality, maybe talking to Pepper would make that clear. And if he hadn’t, then he would at least know she was all right.

The first time Tony had ever used a pay phone in his life was when he’d called Pepper at Christmas to let her know he wasn’t dead. This time at least he was indoors and warm as he found a bank of phones in a corner of the train station and put a quarter in. Like the Helmsley Building across the street, the inside of Grand Central Station looked reassuringly familiar – right down to the details of damage from the Battle of New York. The wall and the roof had been patched up, and the terminal was crowded with commuters, but there was still scaffolding up and shops closed, and areas roped off as too dangerous to enter. Tony could even still see the dent in the masonry where the Hulk and thrown Thor against the wall.

He dialed Pepper’s number.

“Please pick up this time,” he murmured as he punched the buttons. “You have to have heard something by now. Please.” If she didn’t pick up this time, he decided, he would damned well hitchhike to California if that were what it took. One way or another, he was going to track her down and make sure these nut cases in whatever was left of SHIELD didn’t touch her.

The phone rang once.

It rang twice. Tony bit his lip. Please. Please!

It began to ring a third time – then there was a click, and a cautious, “hello?”

All the weird things that had happened in the past half hour were forgotten when Tony heard Pepper’s voice. He was so relieved he nearly cried. Whatever else was going on, Pepper was safe. “Pep, it’s me,” he said. “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” she replied. “Is something wrong?”

“Is something… yes, something’s wrong!” Tony told her. “Aren’t you watching the news?” How could she not know? Pepper was usually better-informed than that – sometimes better-informed than Tony was. Even if she had other engagements, she ought to have heard something.

“I haven’t noticed anything,” she said, worried. “What’s happening?”

“Long story,” Tony replied. “Short version is that SHIELD’s full of Nazis and they just tried to kill everybody we know. You and I,” he added, “are getting out of here. You were right. We’re leaving the country, immediately and indefinitely. I’m gonna deal with this, but I need to know you’re out of harm’s way.”

A few seconds went by in silence.

“Who is this?” asked Pepper.

“What? It’s me, Pep,” he insisted. “It’s Tony.” This was wrong. This was even more wrong than what had just happened in Washington. Maybe even more wrong than finding a beardless version of himself threatening him with a pipe wrench. Pepper Potts couldn’t possibly just not know that it was Tony who was calling her, not in any reality.

“I thought it was,” she said. “What are you talking about? I’ve got the news on now and I don’t see anything about SHIELD.”

“Washington!” Tony insisted. He was starting to feel ill. “Where are you?”

“I’m in my office,” she replied, as if he ought to have known that. “Where are you calling from?”

“Pay phone in Grand Central,” said Tony. “Oh, shit. Okay, let me explain.” How he was going to explain something he didn’t understand, he wasn’t sure, but he had to try. “Something weird is going on. I was flying out to California to get you when I… I don’t actually know what happened, but I ended up back here and there’s a guy who looks like me in the basement.” Why was he telling her that? Did he thought she would have an explanation for it? “I’m going to figure this out,” Tony promised. “Whatever is going on I will figure it out and fix it, but first I have to know you’re okay.”

“Tony,” Pepper said gently, “I’m honestly not finding anything about this. Are you sure it wasn’t, I don’t know, a dream or something?” She was quiet for a moment, then asked, “did you go home last night? Or did you sleep in the lab again?”

Tony leaned on the phone booth wall and shut his eyes. She thought he was crazy. Nothing he’d just said had made any sense to her at all and she thought he was cracking up. Maybe she was right. Tony stood there silently for a moment, then set the receiver back in the cradle. This had to be a bad dream.

“Okay,” he said aloud to himself. “Let’s assume that I am in an alternate reality, and that I have somehow arrived at a point in my life where alternate reality seems like a reasonable hypothesis.”

If that were true, then the Pepper in this world was all right, but the Pepper back home might still be in danger. He had to get to her, but to do that he’d need to figure out how he’d gotten here in the first place. As it was, he didn’t have enough information to do that. He could remember the suit systems going nuts, then pressure, then falling, but nothing in there told him what had actually caused it.

“I need a drink,” Tony decided.

He pushed himself away from the phone and walked up the length of the terminal until he spotted a little independent coffee shop. Tony felt as if his brain, confronted with a problem unlike anything he’d ever faced before, had simply stopped and would need a shot of something to get it going again. Alcohol would be preferable, but coffee would do.

He ordered it black and extra strong. The barista, an elderly fellow with a mustache and big square glasses, smiled sympathetically as he poured it for him. “Looking sharp today,” he observed. “I like the beard.”

Tony glanced down at what he was wearing, then at the barista again. “Thanks,” he said, and then something about the way the man talked made him ask, “do you know who I am?”

“Of course I do,” he scoffed. “You’re Tony. You’re in here all the time. Are you supposed to be in disguise or something?”

I’m undercover,” Tony told him.

“Uh-huh.”

The man – his nametag said Stan – hadn’t yet told Tony how much he owed for the coffee. Tony tossed a twenty on the counter and let him sort it out. “How long would you say we’ve known each other?” he asked.

“A couple of years, I guess,” Stan said. “Why?”

“Just curious.” Tony stuffed his change in the charity box on the counter and tried to think what he could ask this man that might tell him something useful. He supposed there was always the obvious. “Does the name Iron Man mean anything to you?”

Stan grinned. “That was on Jeopardy the other night!” he said. “The fourth track from Black Sabbath’s 1971 album Paranoid: what is Iron Man!” He looked very pleased with himself.

Tony stared at him for a moment. “Is that a joke?” he asked. There was a suit here – the other him had been working on a suit. There had to be an Iron Man!

“No...” said Stan. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” said Tony. “I’m fine.” Funny… that was the most common lie he told, and right now it was less true than ever.

#fanfic #tony stark #iron man

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do you have any headcanons about Loki's relationship with his children? His twins Vali and Narfi, Sleipnir, Hel, Fenrir, Jörmungandr... ?

Oh, tons, I’ve posted a lot about the kids between this blog and @mystarsforanempire! I’m afraid I’m a litle biased in that like, I tend to talk more about Hel, Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandr, because like... They’re the ones that live, and with whom Loki has a relationship. Narfi and Valí died before they were halfway to the equivalent of ten years old, and that is-- Hard, to write, and to talk much about, so I usually let them slide under the radar a bit.

RE: Sleipnir... They like, don’t have a relationship at all. Loki bore Sleipnir, it fucked Loki up, and they had nothing after that. Loki feels very sad about it, and quite messed up about it, but like... He kinda thinks that’s how it should be, I guess. It’s what Odin decided, it’s what happened.

Loki tries not to think about Sleipnir if he can.

So, for Hel,Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandr, like...

Initially,Angrboða bore Hel. She’s the eldest, and she tends to be the natural commanderof the three, taking charge: she took after Loki an awful lot in her looks, with a great deal ofAngrboða’s colouring as well - even when she’s in a form that’s primarily Æsir, shetends to have a blue undertone, and her hair is very long and silk-like, muchlike Angrboða’s. Underneath the protective red lens the Jötnar have, her eyesare a soft lilac, much like Angrboða’s.

Hel is very tall foran Æsir, standing at around eight feet tall, but by the Jötnar would beconsidered quite petite – despite that, Hel is very broad at the shoulder and quitebroad at the hip, as well, with heavy muscle in her thighs and armsrespectively. She’s built very heavily, and she has a much more muscular formthan her father, taking more after her mother.

Lots of people, whenthey see Hel, immediately comment on her similarity to Loki: their facialfeatures, the shapes of their eyes, their jawlines, their cheeks, their noses,are all very similar, and ditto how pale her skin is. But when Loki looks ather? All he sees is Angrboða. The face isn’t similar, no – except for thecolour of the eyes and the set of her hair – but her body and her physicality,the very silhouette she casts, is much more like Angrboða than like Loki.

With his relationshipwith Hel, like… He really dotes on her as a child, and while he has a morenatural rhythm with Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandr (which I’ll get onto in asecond), he’d really like, connect with her in a different way? I love the ideaof him teaching her to weave and to sew – neither of these are massive thingsthat the Jötnar do, except for the weaving of silk which is only done by a handfulof elders – and to do like, a lot of other crafts that Angrboða just… Doesn’t. Angrboðais a huntress, a fisherman, a craftsman – not really a soft, stay-at-homeperson? So Loki would teach Hel to cook, as well.

And then with Jormungandrand Fenrisúlfr, Loki bore both of them, Fenrisúlfr first, and then Jormungandrthe year after.

Loki, as a very young child– before he could walk, even – spent a lot of time running around the halls of Asgard’spalace as a wolf cub, and Odin would often laugh to find him rushing underfoot,wrestling with his brother or tumbling down stairs in the cub form. The wolfwas always a very natural form to him, so much so that a handful of identitieshe has across the universe are held in a canine form instead of an Æsir one: itwas no especial surprise, to bear a wolf instead of a man. And for Jormungandr,even less so – Loki has always enjoyed being a snake, and has spent years in such a form, naturallyinclining himself to that easy, boneless way of movement.

So, like, I can’t stressenough how delighted Loki was to have these children, children that Odin andthe Council of the Gods would later decry as “monstrous”: it felt as natural tohim as anything to have children that weren’t visibly Æsir, and he adored them.

Loki felt connected toFenrisúlfr and Jormungandr in a way he never had to anybody before – as they grew older, he would wrestle with them inthe sands or in the water of the island Angrboða and Loki lived on, and the twoof them were very naturalshapeshifters. Both Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandr especially shapeshifted a lot inthe womb, and as that had happened a little bit even with Sleipnir, Loki cameto expect that as a very natural part of bearing children. Bearing Sleipnir wasreally traumatic and horrific the entire way through, but Fenrisúlfr andJormungandr were a much more positive experience, and made him a lot morecomfortable, you know?

So like… Yeah.Fenrisúlfr and Loki were always a little bit confrontational – Fenrisúlfr wouldbe told around ten thousand times a day (modest estimation) how much Lokiadored him and was proud of him, but the two of them would often argue. Notover anything important, but over really stupid shit – chess, once Fenrisúlfrwas old enough to play, but mostly over bedtimes, rules, stuff like that. IfLoki had been able to stay with them until they were adolescents, they wouldprobably argue about philosophy and politics and economics – much likewrestling when Fenrisúlfr was strong enough to throw Loki around, Loki wouldsee Fenrisúlfr’s aggression as a hugely positive thing? Like, he’d be proud ofhis son for standing up to him, for not agreeing with him about whatever, andhe’d be delighted when Fenrisúlfr beathim.

For all that, like… Fenrisúlfrand Loki would be very physically affectionate with each other too – a littlebit aggressive, a little rough-and-tumble, but like, Loki would ruffle hishair, would grab him up off the floor to hug him (or vice versa), et cetera.

Jormungandr, like… Isa lot less aggressive, as a whole. For Loki, watching Fenrisúlfr and Jormungandrwas always, for him, something that like, felt much like watching him playingwith Thor, but from the outside. Like, the wolf and the snake – one proud, andaggressive, and commanding, and the other more slick, more sarcastic, but noless aggressive when pressed.

Loki, out of thethree, definitely saw Jormungandr as the most similar to himself, and like,Loki would just… I think he’d be very aware of that and always try to lavishextra attention on him? Not to show favouritism, but simply to make sure henever feels overshadowed by his siblings, to make sure he was able to be asconfident as Fenrisúlfr, but in a different way, you know?

Yeah, like. When theywere taken away from him, they were at most like, the equivalent of ten, eightand seven. They weren’t even teenagers, and they saw their mother slaughteredin front of them, while each of them were bound in separate fetters and thrownto the ends of the universe. It’s so fucked up.

And then… Narfi andValí—

So, like. Sigyn boreboth of them, and like… So, Sigyn was a sorcerer in her own right, but I seeher as a more traditional sorcerer: she uses spells and enchantments, ratherthan just fucking frying her body with raw magic like Loki does (because Loki’sa moron). (Amora does a mix of both).

Narfi and Valí bothhad the potential to use magic, lateron, but neither of them were chockful of the stuff like the children of Lokiand Angrboða were, and none of them were shapeshifters. It felt… A little unnatural,the entire time, for Loki to settle with them. They didn’t always feel likethey were his own children – he loved them, but he always felt like he wasplaying something of an imposter in his own life, and to be fair, he was playinga character the entire time.

Sigyn never really metLoki as Loki until a century aftertheir children were killed, and so like, Loki with the kids was always stuntedand strange feeling, because like… Those were his children, but he wasn’t him. He was always as loving with themas he could be, and he’d spend basically all the time with them that he could,reading to them, showing them spells or taking them for walks.

But there was a limitto what he was permitted as a father –he’d be expected to keep a little more distance as a paternal figure, whichwould honestly fuck him up a little, and there’d always be difficulty.

Valí was always alittle bit more aggressive, and Narfi was like… Quiet. A soft soul, poetic: heliked books and paint and new flowers, whereas Valí would often enjoy like,stepping on each to piss his brother off. Valí wasn’t necessarily cruel, but hecertainly didn’t mind making his brother cry if it meant more attention, and Ithink Valí was always like, naturally somebody who’d throw his younger brotherdown. For Loki, like, that was very difficult, especially as somebody whoalways struggled under Thor, even when Thor wasn’tintentionally horrible, like Valí often was?

He’d try to be gentlewith them both, but it was more and more difficult as Valí grew older and was justgetting nastier, and where Narfi – naturally quite a shy boy, and not a mischief-makerat all – would just… take it. Hewouldn’t even try to get even the smallest revenge: he’d just take it.

And that fucked Lokiup.

They were theequivalent of six and five when Valí was turned into a wolf, to devour Narfi,and then be killed and skinned himself. Like. They were babies, they were stillyoung, young children.

It fucked Loki up.Shattered him.

#hel #fenrisulfr #jormungandr #loki #sleipnir #narfi #vali #marvel #Anomymous #t; answered asks

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If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This

TITLE: If I could Turn Back Time, I’d Still Choose This

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 43

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that when Odin found Loki on Jotunheim, he did not take him to raise as his son, as Frigga was pregnant at the time, instead he was given to a normal Aesir family. Years later, Loki meets Odin’s daughter Sigyn, and trouble ensues.

Fandral stood staring, ashen-faced as the Allfather spoke. In the past forty-eight hours he had to process more than he could ever imagine, yet here was the Allfather, sitting on the throne telling him that the wedding that was supposed to take place too soon in two months, would be performed in private, that very evening. He felt trapped and terrified, and if he was honest with himself, angry. He wished Thor or Sigyn were present, but he realised quickly that whatever trouble the Allfather would have getting him to agree to anything, it would be multiplied exponentially when concerning his daughter, or indeed his son.

Thor was livid. His own hand servant reported to him what his father was about to do. But knowing more than his father, he schooled a face of calm and walked towards the throne room, not the least bit sorry for whichever parent was about to inform Sigyn of her fate.

Sigyn was the last person called to the room. She thought it was because her father was about to interrogate her once more regarding her ties with Laufey, but when she saw Fandral and Thor there, she knew her assumption was incorrect. When she saw the look on Fandral’s face, she suspected the true reason for their being called there. ‘Oh, I know this is going to be farcical.’ She stated loudly as she walked up the room towards the throne, where they all stood waiting. ‘I am curious, are we going to go with a “The Jotnar arrival made us do it” or am I going to have a tragic fake miscarriage in a few weeks?’

‘Now is the right time.’ Frigga stated.

‘Oh, you have no idea.’ Sigyn chuckled almost sinisterly. ‘Well, try it.’

Loki tried and failed to concentrate on the job in front of him. All he could think about was Sigyn, her lips against his. It made him recall the many nights they lay next to one another in bed, gentle kisses and passionate ones, as well as their nights spent enjoying one another, binding them even more through their growing love.

Frustrated, he decided to go for a walk and see if he could ease his mind. When he went to inform his parents of what he was doing, they nodded but said nothing more to him. They were not dumb, they knew something was bothering him and since he left with the children the day before without so much as a mention as to where he was going, but it was clear whatever it was, it had a significant effect on him. He insisted once more on bringing his children with him. He walked for a short period of time, not wanting to head into the village, he chose to go a forest path. It was only when he was about half a mile from his home, he paused and sensed that he was not alone.

There was little noise in the trees around him, which, he knew was not right for the Elven forests which were usually littered with noises from different creatures, yet they seemed eerily silent. He paused for a moment when a when he noticed something on a branch that made his stomach clench painfully and his senses come to the fore. Water was dripping from a chunk of ice attached to a branch as it melted in the warm sun. There was only one way for ice to get on a shrub in such a climate. Knowing that the Jotnar and the elves were allies meant that it was not uncommon for them to be there, he had seen them a few times around the realm, and after paying heed to Dafydd’s comments regarding half Jotnar elves, with added attention to his surrounds, he saw that there was truth in the elf’s words. What scared Loki was that there was nothing on the path he was on to have Jotnar go that direction, all the local amenities were back in the town, yet he did not meet anyone on the path that was Jotnar, and the amount of ice that was present, as well as the water that had formed underneath, indicated it was not there more than a few minutes, meaning that the Jotnar were still in the immediate area.

He tried to keep calm as he turned to make his way back to the village, but when a branch snapped nearby, he turned and faced it. ‘What do you want?’ He demanded. There was no response.

‘Loki?’ he swung around to see Dafydd behind him, looking at him peculiarly. ‘Are you alright?’

‘I…’ Loki looked around them again before leaning in towards Dafydd. ‘There is someone in the bushes. Jotnar.’

‘I know.’

‘I...What?’

‘I know there are.’ Dafydd repeated.

‘How?’

‘Because I told them where to find you.’

Loki looked at Dafydd, his face filled with confusion and betrayal. ‘I am...I don’t know what you are saying.’

Dafydd sighed. ‘Ardan, please.’ A moment later, a large and powerful looking Jotunn walked out of the bushes. It was clear he was a strong being and the armour he wore suggested to Loki that he was a fighter of high standing. ‘Loki, this is Ardan, he is King Laufey’s strongest bodyguard.’ Loki looked between Dafydd and the terrifying Jotunn, who bowed slightly at him. ‘King Laufey sent him and a few others to protect you and the boys.’

‘Why?’

Dafydd shook his head. ‘King Laufey has had you and your sons under his guard since the moment you arrived here. As to the specifics, I don’t know or care, I am told to make sure you are safe, so I make sure you are safe. I assume it is something to do with the whole Princess Sigyn thing.’

‘Not particularly.’ Loki and Dafydd looked to the Jotunn. ‘King Laufey had three wives, the first left the realm because she knew the King never wanted her and was in love with another, the second was the one he wanted but she was killed by the first’s brother and the current wife does not stand beside him, as she was simply to guarantee a second heir after his wife and son were killed, only the son was not killed.’ He looked Loki up and down as he finished speaking. ‘I assume without your Aesir glamour, you would look more like the King, but as it stands, you look more like Queen Sansa.’

‘I...I...He...Oh, Norns.’ Loki looked at his sons, recalling the ridges that made the King of the Jotnar’s face, only to realise that Vali had one identical to him as the child chewed his fist. ‘And he….’

‘King Laufey was led to believe Queen Sansa was killed while still pregnant. It was not realised what truly happened until after you and Princess Sigyn landed on Jotunheim, it is clear to see the resemblance, and though you may have the smell of an Aesir as the main one on you, due to your time around them, but there is no denying your scent, you are very much of the King’s line.’

Loki paused for a moment, eyes darting side to side. ‘Does...the Allfather know?’

‘Yes, he knew all along.’ Loki sighed. ‘That was the primary reason as to why the Aesir princess’s condition was not allowed be known. To have joined the two realms in such a powerful way is not permitted by the Allfather.’

‘So if Laufey was married to this Sansa, does that make Loki legitimate?’ Dafydd asked, trying to fully comprehend what he was hearing.

‘Yes.’ Ardan confirmed with a nod.

‘So that means the twins…’ Dafydd looked at the two babies who were awake and looking around them curiously.

Ardan looked at the babies and chuckled slightly. ‘There is no denying them, even if they are somewhat diluted.’ When Narfi reached up to him, the powerful Jotunn extended his hand. Worried, Loki was about to object, but when Narfi’s hand touched his, the infant giggled and kicked happily, causing the warrior to chuckle again. ‘Warmer than us, but only a seidr wielder could have carried them all the same, they are the only ones who can adapt their body to do so of all the warm blood beings. To say there are two, that is unheard of.’

‘I thought twins occurred on a few realms, even on Jotunheim.’ Loki commented.

‘Twins, yes, twin Jotnar to a warmblood, never before. It is a testament to her power. I did not think the daughter of Odin, regardless of her powerful parentage, could possess such power.’

‘You were sent to protect us?’ Loki reaffirmed.

Ardan nodded again. ‘The King was worried the Aesir would do something to eradicate you and the princelings, I was sent to protect you, me and my grouping. They ensure us a safe route back to Jotunheim, should you require it. You and the princelings would be safe there.’

‘“Princelings”?’

‘Young princes. They have not been formally recognised yet, but they are still born to the role on both sides, ergo, princelings.’ Ardan explained.

‘Both sides?’

‘As soon as Laufey realised it was you, his lost son, he made it known, you are recognised of his line, even though you are raised away, unknowing of your heritage. Sansa was everything to him, he would never desecrate her memory by denying his son with her.’ Ardan grinned. ‘Besides, it has been too long since Jotunheim has had such news. With the Casket gone, there is little light on our realm.’ He looked at the children again. ‘The lost prince and his guaranteeing the line, that to us, is something worth celebrating.’

Loki was uncertain as to what he was being told, but the idea that his sons were safe filled him with some relief. He looked to Dafydd. ‘So, you were planted?’

‘No, I genuinely looked for the job with your father, and I really do enjoy working with you, I do. But I had Prince Helbindi tell me that you and the children were in danger and to keep an eye on you for your safety. Your family has been so good to me, I could never have declined. I am sorry I did not tell you, I nearly did, but then you mentioned Princess Sigyn and I knew there was far more to this than I could understand. For you to be the Lost Prince.’

‘So this is a real thing, this lost prince?’

‘Asgard never spoke of this?’ Dafydd asked, shocked. Loki shook his head. ‘Alfheim mourned with Jotunheim. Queen Sansa was adored, loving, kind, good.’ Loki found himself smiling. ‘And King Laufey. She could say “jump” and he would not have even questioned how high she would have wanted him to do so, he would have done it to please her.’ Dafydd looked to the twins. ‘Those two are the most regal children in the realms.’

‘How so?’ Loki looked at his children, confused.

‘Well, King Laufey, Jotnar, King Odin, Aesir, Queen Frigga, Vanir and Queen Sansa was in some way related to King Fjorg, and by blood too, that is four realms royalty in two little beings.’

‘The Allfather will fear them to be used to bring Asgard down.’ Ardan stated.

‘Sigyn would never go against her family.’ Loki stated.

‘It is now known that Prince Thor stands with Princess Sigyn in all of this, but to the Allfather, that is still the downfall of the Asgard he wants, and that is the biggest issue.’

‘Is she safe?’

‘The King is on Asgard as we speak, I cannot see how she will be in danger.’ Ardan responded.

Loki was not as sure.

Odin watched as Sigyn stood in front of them, completely unnerved by her nonchalant behaviour. When she started to smile, even Fandral seemed to become unsettled. As he ordered her to take Fandral’s hand, she did so with almost curiosity, it caused him to look to Thor, who seemed somewhat intrigued by events also.

What was more concerning is when he went to wrap the ribbon around their hands, immediately, it burned to nothing. ‘What have you done?’ He demanded, glaring at her.

‘Nothing.’ She stated, boredly.

‘Lies!’

‘Mother, be a dear and tell your husband whether or not I am using my seidr.’ Sigyn sneered before looking at her. Frigga, for her part, looked at her husband and shook her head. ‘See. I am doing nothing to anything at this moment.’

‘Then why did it do that?’ Her father challenged.

‘Probably because of deep magic.’ She shrugged.

‘What “deep magic” are you on about? You knew this would happen, didn’t you, that is why you are acting as you are?’

Sigyn sighed. ‘Yes, I did.’

‘Why would it not tie?’ Frigga asked.

‘Most likely because I am already married for nearly a year and the magic that binds that marriage is legitimate as it was done by the High Priest Kiernan on Alfheim, and it cannot override that.’ Her parents stood staring at her, silently with their mouths open. ‘Did I not mention that?’

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