#thor imagines

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being the God of Desire and seducing Thor during a trip to Omnipotence City

Thor stood out to you, despite the well-muscled bodies of the many other Gods that were here in Omnipotence City tonight. You couldn’t explain why, not even to yourself, but your eyes were stuck on him, even during all of the craziness. You watched him fight against Zeus, and then decided - why not, the Almighty had been impeding on your territory of seduction for long enough, so you hopped from your place in the stadium, joining Thor and his two women companions, and managed to push the Kronan out of the way of one of those lightning bolts. When the bolt sticks into the ground, you look over Thor’s figure as he spares you a glance, and then his countenance changes. “My my, better tell your friends to be careful. Lightning sometimes strikes twice,” You said, watching his eyes turn dreamy. You then give him a wink and do your own magic, causing the guards to fall in love, not with you, but with one another, and flee without casualty, deciding it was better to live together in lust than to die for a God. It was quite sweet. “I don’t know who you are but thank you,” Thor said, taking the lightning bolt from the ground. The very action was making his eyes turn an electric color, like a blue flame. You smiled at him. “Everyone knows me in some way or another. The pleasure is all mine though, Thor. Though it could be yours later, if you wish.” He smiled at you, a cute smile that reminded you of dogs on Earth’s planet, as handsome and charming as the rest of him. “Does that mean I get to see you again?” “Oh, sweet Thor, you’re going to be seeing me all night - now get rid of the old bastard, he’s been on his high horse far too long.”

Requested by: Anonymous

[writings-of-my-own]

Haven't I given enough? - Loki x Reader

Summary: Losing Loki to the hands of the Mad Titan pushed you towards the Dark Arts. A tale of grief and loss but above all, a story about unmeasurable love and sacrifice. What will a broken heart do when granted some hope? How will you react to the possibility of finding him alive?

You always knew you would go first. It was natural, it was the order of things. An immortal god would outlive a feeble mortal. This is how it was supposed to be. How it should have been. Never in your darkest nights did you imagine being left without him. This feeling, this nauseating realization tore you apart. You couldn’t stand. You couldn’t sleep or eat or do anything really for months after it happened. 

You could still see that moment so clearly, during the day when it would suddenly hit you while you would run an errand and you would have to hold on to the closest stool and remember how to breathe. But during the nights it was so much worse. It was like every dream would transport you back into that minute of terror. It felt like it lasted for a lifetime then but it was actually just a mere minute in which the Mad Titan got a hold of your lover’s throat, squeezing the life out of him right before your helpless form. The darkness of the night felt like a curse to you. The burden of your thoughts, the taste of the blame you took upon yourself, the lingering smell of his blood, they were all ghosts floating above your head, eating you alive. Before Loki, you were surviving. 

You never knew what living truly meant until he fell into your life. Like a drop in the ocean, he fitted perfectly. Loki rescued you from yourself and you broke through the most impenetrable of his walls to bring him back to light. And now you were crawling through life, while every moment seemed more gruelling than the one before. No lighthouse could guide you back home. Your home was long gone, it disappeared on that cursed spaceship on that damned night.

Thor used to call you sick when you would regularly throw up or suffer from migraines after hours of crying out your very soul. He might have been right, if being sick meant that you get shredded apart by your grief, only to be torn from the inside out harder each time you think that it might have lessened its grip on you. Then you were sick. 

You felt like you lost all sense of reality after he was gone. He was perfect, your Loki like you have dreamed him into existence. You were only loved in your thoughts, in the scenarios you were daydreaming about, in the books and movies that you inserted yourself into. And then there was Loki. And there was love. And after him, you were left in utter despair. 

Loki was patient above everything else. And in a way, you knew this was your greatest fear when it came to love, to be rushed, to be pressured because you were too late and because you were at fault for that, they said. But for him it did not matter, he was patient. He loved you from afar at first and then he loved you gently and in such a fragile way as if he was afraid you would break. As if he was fearful that he did not deserve you because of the nonsense the world was making him believe to be true. But each time he would withdraw his hand away from you after someone’s disgusted looks, you would pull him in even tighter than before. You would kiss him straight on the mouth, caress his cheek, and whisper words of love and adoration to his cruel mind.

It was frustrating really, how much you loved him. No words could do your feelings justice and you often felt like you were failing him by not being able to express how deeply dear he was to you. He was a stranger to these affections. A reassuring smile, a gentle touch, he imagined that the universe was mocking him with such goodness. He has been torn to pieces time and time again throughout his life. And whenever he managed to start building himself back up, that cruel fate of his found a way to kick him back to the ground again. So he was terrified when you showed up in his life. You were too good to be true, Loki thought. In the beginning, he would drag his eyes away from each of your smiles, berating himself for looking and for believing that they were directed at him. 

‘Stupid, worthless man, you truly believe you deserve this kindness?’ 

The barbaric voices of doubt were hissing at him, the words reverberating from every corner of his mind. One should understand though, he wanted it. He craved all of the love that you had to offer. Even then. Even after all the inhumanity that he suffered, the deepest pits of him yearned for a love so pure. When he was younger, Loki used to do a lot of people-watching. He saw how every person he ever knew was granted the luxury of love in one way or another. And he would scoff and criticise and berate them for falling for such a stupid trick. And then, in the loneliest hours of the night, he would send silent prayers to whatever deity there was that might have been listening, asking for the smallest fraction of what everyone else got. And when the day was particularly cruel, he would taste the saltiness of his tears on his lips and hug himself to sleep, chanting that one day it will be his turn. Aeons passed and his day never came. He started resenting love. The word disgusted him or so he wished and he swore that he would stay away from those intrusive thoughts that his heart would burden him with. 

Walls came up and the yearning for love was gone from the surface at least. 

Mortal and small as you were, you burst through his shields like a boisterous storm. Loki found himself yearning for your presence, lingering on a look or a small moment of approval from you like it was the very air filling his lungs. He hated it. He tried to chain his heart to the darkness with snide remarks or ruthless sarcasm but your firey nature only bit back at him and it enchanted his mind and soul even more than he would care to admit. But you were also so good. So very good and kind and loving that the shadows lurking and nagging in the corners of his mind would retract from how bright you shone sometimes and they would let him be. You would bring him moments of peace he has never deemed himself worthy of. 

Peace was a concept you completely forgot about, it was many moons ago that you had something similar to it and no matter how wrong it may sound, you didn’t crave it anymore. You wanted revenge. You wanted Thanos to pay and you wanted to see him suffer. For what he did to Loki. For what he did to Thor. For what he did to you. So you started planning, therefore you hid. 

You found a haven in your magic as it reminded you of him. You didn't plan to turn towards the Dark Arts, nor did you plan to spiral out of control at the rate you did. But you sought revenge, it was imprinting itself in your heartstrings and your blood. It controlled you. You became sick of rules or limitations, of notions as loose as right or wrong, villain or innocent. 

You obeyed these rules and held your morals in high regard. You did everything right. And yet, everything in your life is wrong. You couldn't help but wonder, if you would have had these powers when Thanos came for the Tesseract, would Loki still be alive? But Dark Magic always comes with a price. There are haunting voices in your head that taunt you, that chant gruesome thoughts for you to follow. And each time you give in to another spell, a black scaly layer of skin appears on our fingers. But you stopped minding it. You embraced the burning sensation of your newfound power and you promised yourself that you will find the Mad Titan and make him pay. 

The Avengers have been tracking him for years but to no avail. He seemed to have crawled into the deepest hole in the Universe. It looked like you would never avenge your beloved. Every part of you that you sacrificed in this mad pursuit of yours seemed to have gone in vain. Until one day. 

The door anything but flew from its hinges when Nat stormed into your quarters, informing you of a Stark ship returning with Bruce inside. He had been missing for a few months, crashing somewhere unknown and unreachable in his Hulk form. You figured he only recently managed to take control as Bruce, finding a way back home. Nat was livid, she couldn’t believe that they found him and she barely spoke three words to you, alerting you of the news before she took off towards the roof. 

You gathered your scattered pages of spells in a small pile and followed her where the ship was landing just as you set foot into the chilly air of November. Your hand was keeping your hair in place, as the wind from the propeller was hurtling chaotically around you. Thor, Steve and Tony appeared by your side in seconds and you took a step back towards them, letting Nat approach the metal doors that were separating her from her beloved. A spang of jealousy tugged at the darkest part of you, wishing that you could ever get this chance of ever reuniting with your missing soulmate. Only, unlike Bruce, Loki was not missing. He was gone. You shoved your selfish thoughts aside and watched your two friends embrace and whisper to one another until Bruce’s eyes settled on you. 

Like a match struck into his mind, he detached from Nat and wildly grasped your and Thor’s hand. If it were not for his iron grip, you would have completely dissolved into the hard cement. You had to shake your head lividly when you heard him and yet, you didn’t believe it. Bruce’s next affirmation sent you spiralling out of control and the logical part of you told you he might have gone insane.

"We have to go get Loki, fast. They have him. He is alive.”

No.

It couldn’t be. This was a trick. It was one of those venomous voices in your head that were playing with you again. You wriggled your hand out of Brue's grasp and you backed away, still shaking your head, like doing so could bring you back to the real world where no one was playing tricks on you. You used to be tormented by deceivingly beautiful dreams like this, where someone would bring Loki back to you or you would find him yourself, safe and sound. Then, no matter how the story went, just as you thought you reached him, he would be violently snatched away from your grasp and made to suffer unmentionable things in front of your helpless eyes.

Thor steadied you, your anchor and companion through all of this hurt, with a firm but trembling hand on your back, and that snapped you out of your impending, self-induced doom. You locked eyes with him and you saw it. Of course, the ever-optimistic God of Thunder would believe this. You wanted to, so badly. But each time your eyes would travel to Bruce, you expected a maniac grin from Thanos, laughing mockingly at you. It never came.

"Do not talk nonsense, Banner. My brother was subjected to the barbarity of the Titan. He is gone," Thor's voice grew raspier, his gaze accusatory to the words Bruce dumped on the two of you.

"Listen to me! He is on Sakaar, they found him on the remainings of the ship, heart barely beating."

Loki. Your Loki, you beloved, your salvation. Your chest was thundering, your blood was in your mouth. You clenched your hand onto Thor's forearm, allowing your entire quintessence a few seconds of solace. This was your dream of dreams, a wish you chanted to the Gods and deities for months until you gave up on faith. For a sparing moment, the whispers in your mind silenced themselves, the magic cursing through your veins felt warm and light. 

You were snatched out of your reverie only seconds after. Worry overtook your blood and you splurged thousands of questions Bruce's way. 

"Is he well? Why didn't he come with you? Why did you leave him there? Are you sure this is true?"

At the same time, Thor was voicing questions of his own.

"Who found him? Is he safe? How can we reach him?"

Bruce's gaze shifted to pure seriousness.

"I could not get him out of there. I need you two to listen to me and listen without letting your feelings get in the way," you felt as though that last remark was directed more at you than at Thor, who was holding his own as well as he could. Meanwhile, you were an indescribable mess.

A deep breath helped you gain some composure and you nodded at Bruce, urging him to go on.

"Sakaar is fraught with danger and deceit. Depravity lurks in every corner of the planet and you cannot get in or out without triggering numerous alarms. The ship that Thanos terrorized fell on Sakaar and guards gathered to inspect it in seconds. And they found Loki. Did you ever wonder why the ship was getting pulled into the opposite direction you two tried to stir it to?"

Bruce paused for a moment and you pondered upon that fact. Something strange happened to your ship that night after the Titan left. It started a free fall into what seemed like a dark abyss, like a force was pulling it violently and in the grief and desperation that was choking the two of you, Thor grabbed you and deserted it, barely making it out alive. You struggled against his grip then, wanting to join Loki, wanting to follow him into the darkest depths of the Universe, crying and screaming and begging Thor not to tear you away from his body.

"The people of Sakaar are magic syphons. When Thanos came, Loki's magic was at its peak, trying to protect Y/N. He threw a shield around you, a shield that took almost all of his will and power," you found a tear slip, as Bruce's gaze softened to meet yours again. You never knew that. That even in his final moments, he fought to guard you.

"You were passing their territory then and they sensed this immense leak of power. They tried to take it. The ship landed on Sakaar and they took Loki in. Only they realized that they were wrong. The power they sensed was stuck to you, it was your magic they were hunting, Y/N. I often heard them speak of it while I was in my cell, the guards went on and on about the magic of deceit, the one only you possess. But they sensed Loki's magic as well and saw two purposes in him. They made sure that he was back on his feet enough before they started to exploit him. They are syphoning his magic for themselves but they also keep him hoping that you will go for him, so they can imprison you and steal your powers for selfish, hungry reasons," Banner's tone was apologetic but firm while he spoke these horrors into existence, his gaze never leaving yours. 

"I heard ..." the scientist wanted to say something else then but he cut himself off, pitying you. He wanted to spare you the details of the torture Loki had to endure. The people of Sakaar were not merciful. 

Your life was at stake and Loki was well aware of that. He thought of you. No matter what they were doing to break him, draining him of his life and magic, he would close his eyes and go to you. You were the only thought keeping him from giving up alongside the hope that one day he would return to your arms. They would whip him and drown him, skin him or burn his body, inflicting magical illusions of you hurting. Still, he would close his eyes and search for you. As his body was giving up on him, he was not giving up on you. The mere idea of you was the only item in existence that kept him sane. The horrors would get worse with time, and his magic would get weaker but his devotion and love for you were imprinting themselves deeper into his DNA. 

One particular night could have given his location away if only you would have chosen to believe the agony that was now his reality. You were haunted by the ever-present terrors of the nighttime as they often came around. It was a hot night in June when you fell asleep after hours of crying. You prayed that the realm of dreams would take you away from what you had to call your reality but what you witnessed in your nightmare was infinitely worse. A crippling sensation was running down your spine as you found yourself in the corner of a suffocating, unlit dungeon. It was the first time you saw Loki in a dream other than that of his death. He was there, in the middle of the chamber, brought to his knees and in chains, heavy metal chains that were dangling from his wrists and his ankles. Three men -if you could call them that- with anomalous markings on their faces and small horns coming out of their skulls were circling him. 

You gasped forcefully, so loud that for a moment you slapped your hands over your mouth, scared that those horrifying creatures might have heard you. But the bizarre thing was that they didn't. You were a mere invisible spectator in this dream, not an actor as you often were. Loki's head was hung low, his hair matted with blood and falling over his face, shielding it from your view. You made a step towards him and called out his name. No reaction. Your hands were trembling terribly as you called to him again, making another step when you heard a raw voice speak.

"You know, I always wanted to test how much heat a Frost Giant could endure before they break," the tallest one spit out, as you finally saw the two burning iron blocks he was carrying in his gloved hands. The other two men advanced on Loki, ripping his dirty shirt off his back and the sight that greeted you made you sick with grief and despair. His entire back and torso were a reddening open wound. He had deep scars running from his neck, down his spine and disappearing under the hem of his pants. Much more scars that you remembered. They were gruesome and you found your eyes too weak to be able to look at them without wanting to scream. Blood was still dripping from some of them while others looked a few months old. The tissue around some wounds had no blisters. They were torturing him with heat. You felt like throwing up. And his chest, oh his chest. It was glowing blue and purple from the aggression it endured, wounds as large as fists growing darker and uglier.  

The monster holding the two iron bricks sent a nod towards his companion on the left. As on cue, he fisted the back of Loki's hair, raising his head, making his fatigued gaze meet that of the tallest one. It was the first time you saw Loki's face since you got here and it made you sob. 

"What have they done to you?" you whispered, placing a hand over your mouth. His eyes were lost in deepening violet bags, his lips dehydrated like he had not seen water in aeons. He looked worse than dead and you made a motion, trying to run towards him, wanting to cup his face and patch every wound you could cover with your hands but you found your body glued to the floor. No matter how hard you struggled, you were caged. 

You realized again that this was a dream. You took one last look into Loki's hollow eyes and urged yourself to wake up. You could not withstand this nightmare. 

Wake up, wake up. Please, wake up.

You kept on telling yourself, as the tall creature kicked Loki in the ribs with his boot. He groaned, but the sound was so devoid of intensity, he might as well have been dead. 

"Now, you will tell us what you know if you want me to stop."

"Go to Hell," Loki's voice came out so harshly, like even muttering these three words sent knives down his throat but his eyes were icy, hatred dripping out of them and he kept his head high, his expression regal and above all of them as he took on spitting at that monster's feet like he was spitting venom. 

"We are in Hell already," the horned beast laughed, slamming the two iron bricks on each side of Loki's chest forcefully. 

Just as they collided with his pale skin, a scream so hoarse and painful ripped right through Loki's throat. It was the worst sound you have ever heard in your life and you instantly fell to your knees, tarnishing in your invisible prison, screaming for them to stop. Loki roared in pain once more and you started crying, begging, pleading with the unhearing beasts to let go of him.

"Stop, I beg of you! Stop!"

Nothing seemed to work, as this infinite grief was stretching into eternity. Mocking both of your torment, the torturer pressed harder. You thought he might as well just have killed your beloved judging by the cries of pain that were ripping his chest cavity open.

"Loki!" You roared and at that exact moment, his eyes blew out wide open, staring straight into yours. And you woke up.

You found yourself screaming his name in your waking state as well, crying without an ounce of control. Ice-cold sweat was dripping down your face and back and you did not make it to the bathroom as you emptied the contents of your stomach right there on the floor next to your bed. You cursed your mind for conjuring such nightmares and ended up not sleeping for two days after that.

Planets away, Loki thought he was going insane after all this torture. He could have sworn that he saw you in that room, on your knees, crying out his name for a second. Just as his eyes bore into yours, you vanished. It could not have been anything but a cruel illusion. His mind was losing its edge and wake and he must be going insane, he thought. That sight of you, no matter how heartbreaking though, kept him alive for months. 

Neither one of you knew that during that moment, the Universe was merciful enough to bring you two together. Just for a second. You dismissed that vision as a nightmare and Loki thought it an illusion. You would soon find out that it was a clue all along.   

Bruce was responding to question after question coming from Thor, repeating the same information over and over and you got out of your clouded mind to cut them both off.

"We have no time to waste, I am leaving for Sakaar in an hour," your voice came out determined and harsh, snatching your hand away from Bruce but Tony got ahold of you in a millisecond, finally intervening.

"Did you listen to anything Banner said? Sakaar is a suicide mision. "

"And you want me to do what? Abandon Loki? I failed him enough as it is. Let go of me, Stark," a cold stare and a forceful pull were not enough to make Tony let go of you. Thor came between the two of you then, standing by your side.

"Tony is right to an extent. Sakaar might be a suicide mission, but more than anything it is a trap set out for you, Y/N. They want you. I will go. Alone, " Thor told you, his tone final as Tony sighed, exasperated and cut you off before you could protest again.

"You two are both dim right now. You cannot go alone Y/N, and neither can you, Point Break. You cannot do that because we are coming with you. If Sakaar is so hazardous, you will need a team."

You wanted to argue again. You were truly grateful for their help but you could not ask them to place themselves in danger for you. Steve spoke before you could voice your thoughts though.

"We want to do it and we will, Loki is an Avenger and we will bring him home."

You heard Bruce and Nat agree. Thor, on the other hand, was still hesitating.

"Y/N, my brother would kill me if he knew I deliberately took you to a planet that is actively hunting you down."

"And he would also kill you if he knew you were trying to stop me from doing what I wish."

It was true. No matter how dangerous a situation would be and no matter how protective Loki's nature tended to get with you, he would always let you choose for yourself. He would never force you into being anything other than yourself and Thor knew that.

You turned towards everyone else, then. 

"Suit up, get your deadliest weapons and meet me here if you want to join. We leave at sundown!" Your tone was stoic and final.  

Everyone ran inside to prepare and you took a moment to inhale a deep breath. Loki is alive. You could not believe it and yet it was true. Your only wish, the most impossible of dreams. For the first time in 11 months, it felt like your heart was beating. A hand on your shoulder snapped you out of your trance. Thor returned seconds after he left and he looked at you for one moment before he crushed you into a hug. You both started crying. You have not cried in a while, being too devoid to conjure any tears. 

"We will bring him home," Thor said between sniffles. You pulled back for a moment then, looking at him.

"You have to promise me something and you won't like it."

The God of Thunder was a resilient man, even after all the anguish he suffered. He was always doing the honourable thing and he loved his brother dearly. Though they were qualities you admired about him, you knew they represented a threat to the mission this time. 

Drying your cheeks with the back of your hand, you spoke your next words pleadingly.

"We go there to save Loki. That is our goal. No matter what happens, Loki comes home. And if it comes down to trading lives, you trade mine, you-"

"We will all come back home. Together." 

The prospect of losing either one of you was something Thor did not want to hear a word about. Yet, you pressed on. 

"You cannot know that. You heard Bruce. I want us to be prepared for anything. And Thor, I am prepared to sacrifice myself if it comes to that. But you know what someone else might do in case I am in danger. You know Loki would rather die than let me get hurt and I want you-, no, to Hell with that-, I need you to swear to me that if it comes to choosing, you choose him. No matter his pleas and threats and wishes. Loki goes home."

You could see the doubts fighting behind his eyes. He was a man too just to take such decisions. But you needed his word.

"Y/N, I cannot-"

"You can and you will. Loki goes home. Swear it to me on Odin's name."

He had no choice. He knew how deep your loyalty to Loki ran, it was pointless to argue with you about that, even without his help, you would do what you set your mind to when it came to his brother.

"Thor," your tone was pleading, with the edge of a warning.

"Fine. I swear Loki has priority."

"On Odin's name?"

"On Odin's name."

The two hours you had to prepare passed in the blink of an eye and there you were, boarding the Quinjet alongside Thor, Tony, Bruce, Nat, and Steve who were joined by Vision and Valkyrie, the two remaining Avengers in the compound who were not gone on missions. You felt immensely grateful to every one of them for their presence. The flight to Sakaar was about to last for a few hours. It was a solemn, silent one. People were cleaning and sharpening knives and weapons, putting on pieces of armour. 

The Asgardian armour that was adorning you was of a matte black, darker than the night itself. It was a gift from Loki after one of your almost-failed missions when you got severely injured. One snake on each of the shoulder blades was circling your forearm, it was a bewitching piece of work. 

You wanted to think some strategies through for you had time to spare. But the only thing that was going through your head was Loki. How you had failed him when you knew he would have saved you from the depths of Hell itself. So you stood in silence. For hours and hours on end, you stood feeling your power burn inside of your system, tarnishing your lungs and squeezing at your heart, making it shrink more and more. It was on you. This time it was all on you. You should have searched for him to the ends of the Nine Realms. 

Thor called your name softly, drawing your attention towards him. He took the empty seat next to you and you knew this was not something you would like by the already apologetic look in his eyes. 

“We know that the people on Sakaar can track you by your magic, therefore Tony came up with an idea that you might not be fond of. On Asgard, we have a certain artefact, much like snuffling cuffs that stop the one wearing them from performing any spells but they also make their magic untraceable.” 

Your eyes fell to his hands, finally noticing the two thick cuffs that he was holding sheepishly. He made a small pause, giving you the chance to protest. You didn’t. You were pondering this, he realized so he went on.

 “I have to put these on you and only I can take them off. I will do it as soon as it is needed, alright?”

 It was for Loki and everyone else’s safety and no matter how much you despised the idea, no matter how incapacitated it made you feel, you gave Thor a short nod. You were a great fighter as well, you had other skills to spare. 

“Fine, but the moment the fight starts, in the possibility they caught up, you uncuff me,” you said, giving Thor access to your wrists. 

What you did not consider was that these cuffs would nullify any drop of magic from your body. Even the illusions you cast on your decaying hands. Thor clasped the metal in place and retracted his hands in shock when the illusions dropped and your scaly fingers were on full display. You pulled your hands to yourself when the God tried to reach for them again. 

“Y/N, what is this?” His voice was barely above a whisper, barely audible to you. “You promised me you would not let this pursuit of yours alter who you are.” He sounded disappointed, and hurt like you knew he would. Thor suspected your inclinations long before anyone else could but you soothed his worries, vowing you had it all under control. You might have failed to keep that vow. 

“It is just an unimportant side effect, I am not hurt and I can hold my own. I did what I had to do.” 

“You did not have to compromise yourself, you could have come to me,” he shook his head incredulously. He failed you and he failed his brother. If Loki knew that he left you to your own self-sabotaging devices for this long, he would be furious. As if his skull was transparent to you, you could see all of these thoughts running through his mind and it made you realize just how much he was also hurting. You did not want to add to that in any way. “Thor, I promise you I am fine. I am still in control of my magic and I did not hurt anyone. You were there for me more than I could ask of you and you were in pain too. No one could blame you for anything.” 

Grasping his hand, he finally tore his eyes away from your fingers. He wanted to say something else when Steve’s voice came loudly for everyone to hear.

 “We touch down in 15 minutes, everyone. Thor, how do we go about our plan?” The God of Thunder stood tall in the middle of the spaceship then, clearing his throat. 

“Tony and Nat drop us near the location that Bruce pointed us to and we go into hiding the second we touch the ground. Y/N’s magic is masked, therefore we should be untraceable if all the attention stays on the Quinjet. You drive the sentinels away from us, far enough so we can get in, retrieve Loki and get out, but not so far that you won’t be able to be back on call. The team on the ground follows my orders, we reach the Arena and we break into the dungeons, making as little fuss as possible. Y/N’s cuffs come off only if necessary and only if we are found. We do not leave without my brother and we do not use any form of magic.” 

“Copy that,” Valkyrie nodded and everyone got into their assigned position. 

The plan seemed to run smoothly, no matter how much your palms were sweating and how hard you wanted to rip those cuffs off. You landed, went into the nearest tunnel and Bruce lead the way as Tony and Nat drew the threats away from all of you, bringing the chase to the sky. It all went well until you reached the Arena.

That whole arena was engulfed by silence, a silence so deafening that it made you want to scream. You had to be senseless not to realise that you had stepped into a trap. They wanted you there and you just walked through the gates and offered them what they wished for. But one should always be careful as a wish could become the most poisonous of nightmares. 

A nightmare in black armour - that is what you were to them. The darkness of your magic was boiling through your veins, the need for vengeance uncontained. 

"Let's split up and look for entrances, this monstrosity has tons of underground levels," Bruce said, kneeling to touch the ground and observe it. 

This place was making you uneasy but you were set on turning it upside down if there was a chance that Loki was kept here. The surface that you all had to cover was vast, filled with obstacles and unnatural roots coming out of the ground. You did not wait for anyone to direct you in a certain direction, you took it into your own hands to advance towards the largest gathering of roots and thorns, using your daggers to cut through them and see what this wall was guarding. 

You felt Thor's presence behind you before he managed to speak. He was following you around, trying to seem casual, when you knew that he was scared. For you, for Loki and because of you. You saw the way he looked at your charcoal-like hands now and then, how his gaze would flick from them to your tired eyes. 

"I am not going mad, Thor. Stop stressing," you insisted, your back turned to him while making your way through the walls of roots. 

Swinging his Asgardian steel sword, he tried to mask his intentions behind a chuckle.

"I am merely joining you, my lady. I did not suggest such a thing."

"Yet your eyes have been saying it for months." You huffed, partially because of the effort you were putting into cutting the roots with your weapons and your bare hands but also because of exasperation. It was going too slow, you were growing nervous and expectant therefore you placed the daggers back into their place and swung a wakandan spear into view.

"Whoa, where did you get that from?" Thor's eyes were wide, surprise reading all over his features as he took a step back. "Is that vibranium?" He approached you slowly, inspecting it with amazement written all over his features. 

"It was a gift from Wakanda, as a sign of gratitude from King T'Challa," you turned your back to your task at hand, finding it much easier this way.

"Oh, excuse me, my Lady. I forgot everyone likes you," Thor's tone came teasingly. You knew what he was doing, trying to ease your nerves and distract you from how much stress was washing over you in waves.

You swiftly turned on your heel to face him, taking the blonde God by surprise and having to duck from his sword that was about to cut through a thick plant.

"Lady Y/N, I could have killed you," he said, picking up the sword that he dropped out of shock.

"Come on, Thor, you couldn't get rid of me so easily," you started walking backwards, rolling your eyes jokingly at the God when you heard him shout at you and pull you towards him.

"Y/N, watch out!"

As you collided with his robust chest, you slowly turned to face two metal doors carved into the ground. You were on the verge of falling through them, had it not been for Thor's intervention. You both stared at the entry and then at one another, a mixture of relief and dread shared between you. 

You found it, found the entrance to the dungeons. As you knelt to touch the cold doors, Thor urged everyone in your direction. Your trembling, cuffed hand was hovering just above the middle of the opening, bracing yourself for what was coming next. Just as your fingers barely traced the outline of an inscription, Bruce's scream came tearing through you like daggers.

"Do not touch it!"

But it was too late. An explosion threw you into the air, far from the doors, making you fall on your back, loud alarms resonating off of every corner of the arena, scratching your brain, the dust rising around you clouding your vision. In an instant, the doors in the ground flew from their place as hundreds of silhouettes were emerging from behind them and from every corner you could spot, running towards you. Blurs of oddly coloured flesh were clouding your vision and the back of your head was pounding aggressively. A sort of urgency washed over you then so you shook your head a few times. You jumped to your feet, still dizzy, spear in hand and screamed for Thor.

"Come here and uncuff me. NOW!"  

It all happened so fast, the fight already raging around you. Steve was shouting instructions while taking down some odd-looking creatures and you had seconds until dozens of them were about to reach you. They were gruesome, horned beasts in semi-human form, with dark green, punctured skin and they looked so familiar. In the haze, you could not place them yet. You threw one look in Thor's direction and saw that he was stuck, fighting some battles of his own so you took your position, spear ready to tear through skin and bone and attacked. 

They kept coming, dozens of these monsters, lurching for you, stretching out their hideous hands to snatch you but you stood your ground, piercing their hearts, slashing their throats while looking around to find that entrance again. With a thud, Thor landed behind you, swung Mjolnir twice and took out every enemy for a one-mile radius. He quickly turned to face you, panting and releasing your hands from their magicless prison with a swish of his hand. The cuffs fell, causing a deaf sound to resonate around the space and in an instant, your veins were on fire. You placed your spear in its holder. You needed no weapon but yourself now. 

"You get him out when I give you the signal. Steve already knows, my magic knows no bounds to its harm," you sternly told Thor and took off, giving him no opportunity to protest.

Wide grins were plastered all over your foes' faces as you unleashed your power. If this makes them so happy, you thought, you were going to be kind enough and give them a small taste. 

You stared at the ground and solely by the expression on your face, one could easily tell that some devious idea flicked through your brain. The corners of your mouth turned upwards, into a grin that overtook all of your features and the moment you placed your hands on the dirty ground again, your eyes lifted. A deadly stare made the blood of each of your enemies freeze for a second, and then you mumbled an incantation and the ground shook itself to pieces. 

It was pure chaos. Holes in the ground were eating these beasts alive, closing over them, burying them into the cement and stone. It was horrifying. You met Thor's eyes for a brief second, and a small flash of terror adorned them but it was gone as fast as it came. Your path was clear now. 

"Go get him!" Thor shouted, holding some more creatures off, fighting back to back with Vision. Your eyes spotted the opening again and you sprinted towards it. A knife came for you from the side and Valkyrie screamed for you to duck, escaping it by millimetres. You were almost there. There were screams all around you but for a moment, everything stilled as you jumped into the opening in the ground, landing on a steel floor.

The hallway that greeted you was warm, dark and neverending. It was quiet, too quiet for your liking. You started running along the corridor, always keeping an eye out for anything that might hurt you from behind, taking your daggers out again, just for good measure. After a few minutes, you finally spotted a weak hue. It made you stop in your tracks. It was coming from under a thick set of metal doors and it was emerald. Loki's magic. He is here. He has to be. Something strange washed over you at that realization, something warm, almost sunny. It felt like your body could suddenly sense him and you were finally registering what all of this meant. He is alive, your love, your lifeline. And you felt scared. For the first time since you stepped on this sinful planet, you were frightened. What if you failed? What if your power was not enough? You would perish and suffer before you would let Loki die once more. He would hate it if you would ever voice such thoughts aloud because you knew he feels the same way. He was ready to meet his demise for you when Thanos came. You were prepared to do the same thing now. 

Placing your hands on the solid metal, you took a breath in then the doors forcibly flew out of place, hitting the walls and ringing when they met the floor. Your knees gave out when your vision adjusted to the darkness.

Loki.

“Oh my God,” your voice shook, the sound of your name whispered in disbelief falling from Loki’s lips just as you exclaimed. You were by his side in a second, throwing yourself on your knees, for he was chained and knelt to the cement, your eyes levelling his hollow ones now. 

“You found me,” he whispered, his eyes watering, his mouth hanging open as he could not believe the sight in front of him. You reached your hand out gingerly, towards his way too sharp cheekbone, tears already spilling from your eyes, silently. Your mouth was dry and you were so scared of touching him in case he was not really there. When your skin met his, he sighed and leaned into your palm. Made for him. You were specifically crafted for him, he thought. He was real. You could not register everything of how fast it was happening. The love of your life was resting on your scarred palm, cold as ever to the touch. After months of praying for this, you finally had him back. Loki opened his eyes again, registering your bewildered expression. 

“I am right here, darling,” he spoke, voice so hoarse it scratched your heart. 

“Oh, my love, I am so sorry,” you wrapped your arms around him in an instant once he spoke, snapping back to reality, trying to be as gentle as possible with his frail form. He leaned into you, still restrained and you distanced yourself from him for a moment, realizing his position.

 “Treasure of my heart, do not apologize for anything. Oh, how I’ve missed you,” he murmured, as your vibranium daggers cut his restraints. The moment he was released, he crawled on his knees, closer to you, pulling you back into his chest. He was shaking. 

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. No one is going to hurt you ever again.” Reassurances of all sorts were pouring past your lips for you were desperate to bring him any sense of comfort you could muster. And you meant it. You had him now and you would rather suffer pain like no other than ever let anyone touch a hair on his head. 

“You came,” he kept whispering in your hair and your heart was healing and breaking at the same time. “I love you so much, I never thought I’d see you again,” you cried out, your lips caressing the crown of his head as you spoke, cradling him into your arms. Your fingers were gently stroking his hair, as he held on to you with what seemed like all the power he had left. He looked so broken, so hauntingly empty and pale. You could feel his bones poking from under his skin as one of your hands was tracing his back, his ribs sticking out so much that you felt them pressed to your stomach as you were hugging him. But he was here, in your arms. Where he belonged. You let go of him and it took every ounce of will in your system to do so, his hands still on your waist, as yours pressed to his hollow cheeks again. That is when he saw them. Your hands. His whole face dropped and you swore you wanted to crawl into a hole in shame and just vanish.

 “My dear heart, what have you done?” He took your palms in his, bringing them closer to inspect your skin. You wanted to retract them, pulling yourself away a bit. He reinforced his grasp on you and finally looked into your eyes. You expected a couple of things. Terror, dismay, disgust. Nothing of the sort was there. His eyes were pooling with the same devotion and tenderness they always held when he was looking at you, but you could see a tinge of sorrow. For what you had to do.  

“Don’t ever feel like you need to hide yourself from me,” his voice was so soft, hugging you in ways you have yearned for your entire life. He understood. Of course he did. You shook your head and leaned back into him. 

He was barely stable, trying to mask his trembling and winces of pain for your sake but it was a dead giveaway. His eyes were buried deep in their orbits, empty and adorned by violet bags under them and his whole face looked skeletal. 

Do not cry, not in front of him. This is not about you.

You kept telling yourself but to no avail, he was coming undone into your arms despite his best efforts to seem collected and sobs tore your chest cavity to shreds. “Oh, what have they done to you?” The words evaded you before you could stop them and even now, Loki tried to comfort you. “I have been through worse, Skatt. Don’t deem me so weak,” the ghost of a smile rested on his lips but you kept shaking your head. He raised his bony hands, trembling, cupping your face as he rested his forehead on yours, cold sweat rolling down his skin. You closed your eyes, tasting his smell, ravelling under his touch. He caressed your lips with his, catching your sigh in his mouth and you melted into him as you always did. 

Everything that he was became everything that you were for you forgot where his essence ended and yours began. Hasty heartbeats suffocated your chest, you never thought you would touch those lips again. You needed to get out of here now that you had him but letting go of him was the cruellest curse one could place on you.

 “We have to go, baby. Can you stand?” You finally asked, still knelt in front of him and he nodded, trying to push himself up but having his knees give up from under him. You stood up then, wrapping a hand around his waist and lifting him. He tried to place as less weight on you as possible but the moment his arm came behind your shoulder, he fell onto you completely, like a dead weight. 

“I will get us out of here, I promise.” The promise that you made did not manage to get cold on your lips when another voice cut in. 

“You really thought I would let you go so easily, precious Y/N?” The hairs on the back of your neck stood up in terror, hurrying in your steps but Loki was too heavy and you were too slow to try and cast a spell when an odd force pulled you away from your lover and up into the air, making him fall to his knees again.

 “Y/N, no!” He screamed, reaching his hands out for you as he fought so hard to get up and he almost did when a dirty boot collided with his ribs and he was on his palms again. “Get away from him!” You were struggling in the invisible grip, directing a spell at your attacker but nothing came out of your hands. You tried again, this time speaking the incantation into existence, tarnishing in the transparent claws. Still nothing. Panic clouded your mind and you screamed spell after spell but it was in vain. A screeched laugh came out at that and your hands were violently thrown behind your back, tied with a magical cord. You were dangling one foot in the air, your eyes never leaving Loki who was struggling to get to you, crawling on the dirty floor. 

“Release her, now, or I will have your head,” Loki threatened, lurching towards the hidden figure with fury in his eyes but he was thrown back by the same force you were held captive by. That horrific laugh came out anew, but this time, you had a face to associate with it as the creature that hit Loki faded into view. 

“This is entirely too entertaining, your magic won’t work here,” you gasped after hearing his words but most importantly because of his face. His abnormal, punctured, dark green face that you could recognize anywhere. He was in your dream, the tall torturer that burned Loki in that dungeon many months ago. Throwing a quick look around, realization dumped on you harshly, as the dungeon you were in was the same one from that night too. How could it possibly be? With a motion of his hand, the tall man made you move towards him, the strange force pulling you in until he was in your face.

 Loki struggled in the grasps of this magic but to no avail. 

“Truly a bewitching artefact,” the man said, tracing his fingers along your cheek. You turned your head to the side, wishing to get away from his filthy, murderous touch. 

“Get your hands off her, you worthless creature,” Loki roared, wearing the most threatening expression you have seen on him. He was fighting against the restraints and it was draining all the life out of his already feeble body. You were here because of him, stuck, exposed and vulnerable and he was going insane. All of the relief he felt at seeing you had been washed away as if it had never been there. Being tortured for years to come sounded like a way gentler fate to him than having you put in any position of harm. 

“You do not get to make demands, prisoner,” the Sakaarian barked, turning towards him for just a bit, waving his hand so that a thick cloth appeared, covering Loki’s mouth. You were searching your mind for every possible spell that could get you out of here but nothing was happening. Why was your magic not working? 

“Stop trying to wield any magic in here, it is to no avail. You thought I would imprison two highly dangerous sorcerers and not use runes? It is only the magic that I wield that will work in this place.” 

“Let him go and I will give you anything you want,” you jumped straight into bargaining, realizing you had no other choice, Loki’s life being the only thing on your mind. You heard sounds coming from Loki as he tried to protest, vehemently shaking his head. 

“There is nothing you can give me that I won’t take from you anyways, little witch. But I suppose I have no use for him anymore.” That was enough from you. He could take anything away from you if it meant Loki goes free. You instantly nodded and agreed. You heard your God again, struggling and begging you with the look in his eyes to take those words back. 

In a different situation, Loki would muse at the devotion you carried, carved in your veins for him. He would thank fate for this undeserving kindness and be amazed at how much love you could spare for him. But not in here, not like this. He wished that you would abandon him, desert him, hate him. He wished he had never kissed you that first time, that he had never met you if it would guarantee you would not be in this position right now. He did not deserve such love, such fidelity. 

The Sakaarian approached Loki slowly and you started to apologize to your lover. 

“I am so sorry, so sorry. Please leave, run away as fast as you can, Loki please, for me,” but just as you thought it was over, just as the creature dropped Loki from the magical cage and let him fall to the ground, you saw him kick Loki in the stomach and laugh. 

“No, stop!” Your scream resonated off every wall and the monster turned to you, holding Loki up by the hair, a knife conjured and drawn to his throat. 

“I could let him go or I could make this so much funnier for all of us and gift you his head on a spike. So you cannot say I am not merciful, that way you could always look at him when you miss him,” he laughed and you broke. 

“You bastard, get away from him. I beg you, just ask for anything in this world and you will have it. Torture me, take me. I am right here, drown me, skin me alive for all I care but please, please I am begging you, put that knife down,” you were crying, screaming, trying to get on your knees, doing anything in your power to keep Loki alive. He was crying as well now, looking only at you and wishing you would stop. Wishing you would let him go. The Sakaarian dropped Loki and launched himself at you. 

“You do not wish for any of that. You have no idea how much pain I can inflict. How much pain your dear God has suffered at my hands. And I would enjoy for you to see that, I would love to see you watch as I am burning him and whipping him, beating him to a pulp, would you like that of me?” You threw your head forward with incredible force at that and broke his nose. Pools of blood were spilling out as he held his hand to the wound, cursing you. Loki felt a laugh rattling in his chest. A laugh. For the first time in what felt like an eternity. Of course you would not go down without a fight, no matter the form it took. 

 In this madness, you did not notice the green glow that was surrounding Loki. In his time here he learned a couple of things about his torturers and one of them was that they were powerless without someone else’s magic. And the magic that was impregnating this hell was his own. He was drained, broken and ruined but there were no ends to this Universe he wouldn’t go to for you. No efforts he would spare. The moment this monster wrapped his hand around your neck, choking you for your disobedience, Loki exploded. His magic grew brighter and stronger and everywhere you looked, there was destruction. Pure destruction disguised in a green mantle, circling the body of its victim, clutching at it. The torturer was ripped away from you with such force that it seemed like he'd never even been there. Loki brought him to his knees, squeezing the life out of him with his magic. 

“You die by my hands today, you disgusting creature,” a movement of Loki’s hand and the man at his mercy was screaming in anguish, reaching at his throat to try and breathe. “Death is much too kind for what you deserve,” Loki continued as the flesh on the Sakaarian’s back was ripping itself wide open, blood staining his shirt. A dagger appeared in Loki’s hand and in an instant, it penetrated the creature’s chest, straight into his heart as his whole body fell unbreathing on the floor. Loki’s own body gave up on him and his magic dissipated as you caught his form seconds before his knees met the floor.

“Get out of here, Y/N, more of them will come for you now,” he begged desperately, trying to push you away with his hands as frenzy clouded his vision, hoping that would urge you to desert him. You reached for his face, cupping it, making him look you in the eye.

"I am not leaving you, don't fight with me on this. Come on, we have to go," you pulled him up, supported his body weight and threw his hand over your shoulder before he could protest, hurrying out of this Hell and back to the surface. Loki was exhausted though and despite the effort he put in to keep going, he would fall limply and you would have to stop and help him up, encouraging him, whispering words of endearment to him to keep him from giving up.  

"Brother!" Thor's voice came thunderously the second you set foot back into the arena. In an instant, he was at your side, taking his brother's weight off of you and crushing him into a hug.

"Ouch!" Loki exclaimed, his injuries still so fresh but he hugged Thor back. "I've missed you too brother but you are crushing me," Loki's muffled voice came from Thor's chest and the older Asgardian released his hold, still supporting Loki who, even now, was stubborn enough to insist that he could stand on his own. Chaos was raging and unleashing itself in waves all around you hence your brain kicking into action.

"Where are Tony and Nat? We need to get out of here." 

Throwing Mjolnir towards the nearest targets approaching the three of you, Thor spoke fast, "They ran into an inconvenience. It appears an airstrike is keeping them away. Until they reach us, we have to keep resisting."

"Fine, I will secure this area while you keep Loki safe," you instructed. You could see how much Loki hated this idea by how his face contorted the instant you muttered the words.

"Stop patronising me, love. I can still fight," Loki countered, rolling his eyes in displeasure.

"I know you can, big boy," you winked but your face told him your decision was final as you instantly took off heading straight towards the most crowded part of the arena. 

"Guess we're stuck on the sidelines, brother," Thor shrugged and placed himself in front of Loki, keeping any unwanted guests away. 

"Are you a fool? We have to go there and fight," Loki frantically pointed his hands towards the middle of the arena where enemies were pouring out like water from every crack in the wall, suffocating the remaining team.

"Your lady will have my head if I endanger you in any way. She is right, you know? You are in no condition to fight, Loki, and I will not risk it for your ego. I barely got you back. She barely got you back."

Loki would not stand for this. You were battling more than a dozen enemies at once, the entire team was carrying fights around him as he was incapacitated and obligated to stay and watch. It will not do. Turning around to eliminate some approaching targets, Thor's attention was diverted from the youngest prince who saw this as a prospect to help. Some Sakaarians were rapidly emerging from the side as the God of Mischief tried to conjure whatever magic he had left but to no avail, he was completely drained. He could not even conjure his precious daggers, no matter his efforts. Ever the sneakiest person in the room, he managed to get to Thor without being noticed, stealing a blade his brother was carrying in the back of his belt. It had to be enough for now. With crippled steps, he advanced towards the closest creature drawing blood.

On your side of the arena, things were running smoother. Your power was ecstatic, finally being let out. A powerful blast coming from the side destabilised you and you were thrown straight through the doors in the floor, falling on your back into the tunnels. Enough with the games.

You dusted yourself off and a criminal hunger whispered in your ear. You were going to devour them. Bit by bit. For what they did to Loki. For laying even a single finger on him or throwing him a single look. You ascended the tunnels up the stairs with a different glow. A darker one that covered you like a widow's veil. Because that is how you felt for 11 months. Like a vengeful, ruined widow. No price you will make them pay will be ransom enough. You emerged back into the arena, blood dripping from your brow and even the dust appeared frightened by you, parting like the sea, letting you come through. There was a fury and determination in your eyes that made your enemies squeak. You heard their bones tremble in their bodies for the darkness and despair of the night were your allies. Your ebony magic was hugging your form, hair wild, eyes feral.

Untouchable. Eternal. Infinite. 

Loki watched you in awe while everyone else was looking at you with fear in their eyes. Even your friends. But not Loki. Never your Loki. Even now when you appeared to have surrendered your light to other forces, he still believed in the good in you. After all this time, there were moments like this when you could not fully comprehend the love he carried for you. You could not have asked for it in your wildest, most courageous of dreams. 

You would not tolerate it. Any more seconds of abuse, any foreign hands scarring him with immeasurable cruelty. Loki was your soul, he was your entire galaxy. You would not stand him falling into despair again. His suffering was a curse so much more wicked than any hurt that might be inflicted on you. You could take them hurting you. You couldn’t take even the passing thought of him being endangered in any way. The scars on his pale skin were in stark contrast to his frail form. Oh, how you wished you could kiss away every burn and every wound, how you wished you could show him a kinder fate. But the past was unforgiving, unmendable. You had the future still. And you were ready to give your future up for his. 

You needed no bolt, no push. It was a natural decision. An instinct rooted into your entire being. It felt like something ancient inside your system snapped, a peculiar need to keep him safe. So you nodded at Thor and his eyes went wide. With sadness and disagreement. He followed your instructions anyway, pulling Loki off the ground and disappearing in such a rush, up into the sky that your lover didn’t get the chance to register what was happening until it was too late. Good. You knew he would die protecting you. He almost did so once. It was your turn. 

Once every one of your friends deserted the arena, you ignited a spark within yourself. It came with a burn that made you want to vomit, a dark, primitive force surged through you, replacing your blood, leaking out of your skin in spiralling shadows hugging at your form. Your magic was pouring out of you through every patch of skin, a shade of black darker than your armour, more fearsome than the night clothing you. Seeing you alone in the field, your enemies achieved a false sense of security. They increased their use of magic. No matter. You could handle them. Blasts of power were flying from your hands when four leash-like strings of maroon magic grasped your ankles and your wrists. They were restraining you. The contact made you twist and turn, your veins almost giving up under the pressure of your own power trying to escape. A scream cut through you but it was shortly muffled by another whip of magic circling itself around your mouth and neck. You could not move for a few seconds and in the heat of the moment, your enemies smirked at your defeat, struggling to keep the magic in place, using these leashes to lift you off the ground. You suffocated for a second, your vision becoming blurry as the restraints were burning and squeezing so tight, you felt life drip out of you. 

Your eyes fluttered close for a small moment and as you felt your body give up, a glimpse of Loki flashed before you. It was just a passing image of his face but it was everything you needed. You remembered why you were here, you remembered how close to him you were and how close your happy ending was. The mere thought of Loki made darkness explode out of you. You would be damned before you would let anyone tear you from him once more. There were shadows all around you, taking a human-like form, advancing on your capturers and in an instant, the scarlet magic that was keeping you, prisoner, dissipated. You remained floating in the air, a few feet above those monsters and a smirk so dark and wicked overtook your features. 

“Watch it!” You warned the creature to your right, the one that was previously conjuring the magic that was silencing you. Two clawed shadow demons you produced jumped on him from the back and you squeezed your right hand in his direction, watching as his eyes were blown out of his orbits the harder you squeezed. With your other hand, the other four Sakaarians were lifted off the ground and as your fingers meet your palm in another squeeze, they were suffocating and losing their sight, blood pouring down on their cheeks, terrified screams and pleads ringing in your ears like a melody. Good. Their screams were music to your ears.

The shadows that exploded out of you were taking different forms of various disasters, wolves skinning some creatures alive, waves of darkness drowning others. It was pure terror. It was consuming you. The voices in your head were so loud, their whispers so hoarse and untamed as you unleashed the worst of yourself onto them. For Loki. Everything you ever did was for Loki. Your magic was hungry, it was vicious. It coated the entire arena, terrorizing every single living thing that was meant to harm you. And you stood above them all, floating in the air, with your hands as dark as nightmares and your eyes as hollow as a shell. Your power was only ever increasing but your body was slowly giving up on you.

As your enemies turned to ashes and you fell to the ground to your knees, you felt a warm breeze overtake you. Something familiar and comfortable wrapped itself around your waist and your body was met with heat as it got teleported somewhere else. 

“Please, my love, please look at me,” your head was cradled between two big palms and the voices all around you were ecstatic, accusatory, worried. One rich tone stood out to you in particular. The one that was begging you to wake up. The one that belonged to Loki. The moment your eyes fluttered right open, you were met with your lover’s chest, Loki bringing you close to him so swiftly you melted into his tired arms. His chest started shaking immediately and you heard his sobs resonate all around you before you departed from him just enough to meet his gaze. You were both knelt on the metal floor of the Quinjet and his hands were on each side of your face, holding you a bit harder than necessary. Tears were pouring out of Loki’s eyes like midnight rain, warm and unstoppable and you did not realize you were shedding some tears of your own. 

“You stupid girl,” he cried, placing a sloppy and wet kiss straight on your lips, while still holding your face. You laughed. It felt surreal. You were speechless, a trembling mess while he was ecstatic, terrified, shaking his head, sniffling, kissing you and berating you and adoring you at the same time. 

“Why did you do that?” Kiss. “You could have died.” Kiss. “My wonderful, silly girl.” Another kiss. His tears were mixing with yours, your lips wet and hot and hungry for him. You took his face into your palms and pressed your lips to his again. Longer than before. With more yearning than before. 

“I’ve got you, I finally got you,” you muttered more to yourself than to anyone else as you were both crying on the floor, in each other’s arms. And then he did something that made you burst into more violent sobs. He kissed your hands. Your stained hands that made everyone around you recoil, he held them and kissed each knuckle with adoration. 

As he pressed his lips to the last one of your knuckles he whispered lovingly, “You have always been my salvation, Y/N.”  

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I am finally back. This is my longest piece yet, with 12k words but I hope you enjoyed it. Every comment and opinion matters to my process, thank you for being here. You have all my love. Enjoy!

[mirkwoodshewolf]

All we have; Thor x sister reader

*Author’s note*

So this fic took me some time but after a while I finally came up with how to come about this. To the anon who sent this all the way back close to the beginning of the year hope this story finds you and thank you for being so patient.

Warnings: ANGST!!! Events of infinity war, main character (death)? Reader was blipped, depression, denial. Sad Thor basically.

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*Thor’s POV*

Failure.  A feeling I never once felt before up until now. Even when I was banished by my father and lost my hammer, it was nothing compared to now.  My father, my home, nearly half of my people, my brother, and now—now my sister.

And only two of those things weren’t taken by the same person.  When Thanos came for us after Asgard was destroyed by Sutar in order to defeat Hela, we could only manage to send half of the people down to Earth before we were attacked, but even with those people safe the rest could not. Heimdell was one of my dear friends to die first after he used the last bit of strength to send Banner to warn the Avengers of Thanos.

My sister and I did our best but with him already in possession of the Power Stone, he had us badly outmatched and out strengthened.  Then he had Loki killed right before our eyes, the two of us helpless and could only watch as he snapped his neck.  For a brief moment I thought we were dead when our ship was destroyed but then we came across the Morons.  Led by a rabbit and his tree companion.

After getting Storm breaker forged for myself and my sister even obtaining a newly gifted gauntlets to harness her power of Starlight.  Next to me, I would say she’s the strongest Avenger (even though she never wanted to be one).  Her being the Goddess of the Stars, she is basically a star in human form with enhanced strength, speed, can fire star beams from her eyes and star bolts from her hands. That’s why some people on Earth called her ‘Star bolt’ or something along those lines.

Together we came to Earth with the rabbit and tree and we were on the verge of victory until Thanos arrived.  I had him, as did my little sister.  She fired with all her might as soon as he had completed the gauntlet and retrieved the last of the Infinity stones.  Then I used Storm-breaker to impale Thanos before he could do the snap.  I had shoved the blade of my newly forged axe into his chest, as deep as it could go and had the Mad Titan on his knees.

His final words were that I should’ve gone for the head, then he lifted the gauntlet and snapped his fingers as a bright light flashed before my eyes.  I had demanded him that he tell me what he had done when I saw the gauntlet burnt to a crisp, but the coward fled through a portal.  Next thing I knew, people were disappearing into dust.

“Brother?” I heard my sister say and when I turned to her I saw her clutching her stomach.  “I—I don’t feel so good.” I soon took notice of the same dusty flakes coming off of her.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no hey. Hey (Y/n) come here, come here little sister.” I held her together burying my face into her neck.  “You’re right here. You’re right here with me, yes? Just like the old days, the two of us together. We’re okay, we’ll be okay.” She smiled solemnly as tears glistened in her eyes.

“Goodbye brother.” She whispered.

“No, no there’s no goodbyes not for us. Please my little starlight, stay with me. I-I can’t lose you too!” but soon she faded away and all that was left was dust in my hands.

All of that happened just 4 weeks ago.  The week before, we found Thanos and hoped we’d use the stones to bring everyone back only to find out that he used them to destroy them.

Not wanting to hear anymore, I did what I should’ve done at that very day I lost everything. I went for the head.

After that, I couldn’t take it.  Numbness and emptiness overtook me.  What was life on Earth without my only family left? She was my little sister, she was my best friend, my guiding star.  From the day she was born, I made an oath to always watch out for her.

I had promised mother and father that I’d never let anything happen to her.  Before Loki came along, it was just the two of us.  We got into the worst sort of trouble, but she was always there to get us out of it using her charm and wit.  Thinking back now, that’s probably how Loki learned to be the silver tongue he came to be.

But now they were both gone.  Leaving me as the last of Odin’s children.

*Present day 4 weeks after Blip*

The humans were calling it The Blip.  After half of the universe had been snapped away, that’s what they called this tragic event.  Their governments and politicians trying to get the records of everyone around the world who had been blipped, trying to rebuild, but there was nothing I could do to help them.

“Hey Thor.” Banner’s voice spoke up.  I didn’t respond.  “I managed to locate Valkyrie and Korg. They said they’ve settled all the remaining Asgardians in a small town in Norway called Tønsberg.” I remained sitting in my chair looking out the window.  “Look buddy, I know that—things hadn’t been easy. But don’t you think your people need you? Or at least let them know you’re okay?”

“And what do I tell them? Hmm? Can you-can you answer me that Banner? When I go there the first thing they’ll ask me is where is…..” I stopped and brushed away the tears from my eyes.  No scratch that, not tears I just have something in my eye.

“I get it. I miss her too man. Your sister was—someone really special. Remember she helped me after I found out that I had been the Hulk for two years.”

“I helped too you know.”

“Yeah but not as much as she did.” I shook my head softly chuckling.

“Yeah she—she always did like helping those who needed it. The stars seemed to have dimmed without her here.” There was silence before I finally stood up and turned to Banner. “Thank you for finding them for me Bruce.”

“You gonna be okay pal?” he asked me.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be fine. I’ll be sure to keep in touch about how things are going.” I gave him a firm pat on the back before I took Storm breaker into my hands and flew off towards Norway.

When I got there, New Asgard was a small little town on the edge of some fishing docks where I saw the remaining few of my people all trying to rebuild our new home.  When they saw me, they bowed their heads but I didn’t acknowledge them.

“Hey Thor you’re alive!” up ahead I saw Korg, Meek and Valkyrie gathering up some kegs of beer. I walked up to them and hugged Korg (even though there was no emotion to said hug).

“Where’s (Y/n)?” asked Valkyrie.  I breathed heavily and asked her redirecting the question.

“How many of our people are left after the Statesman was attacked?” she looked at me skeptically but answered.

“We were just about to land our rescue ship when suddenly half of those that were saved turned to dust.” So even when half of the people managed to escape, they too were cut in half and Blipped away.  My sister’s escape plan for our people was in vain.

“Right well, you two continue doing what you were doing. I’m just going to uhh—” I took one of the kegs from Korg and walked off without another word.

I managed to find me a small cabin that hadn’t been claimed by anyone and decided that this would be my cabin from now on.  It was the furthest cabin than the rest of the village so thankfully no one should suddenly burst in on me.

I set the keg down before plopping myself down on the floor next to it.  I looked down at my wrist to see the old bracelet (Y/n) had made for me back when we were kids.  I took it off my right wrist and examined it.

It wasn’t much just made from the finest Asgardian thread and the jewels were of pure diamonds, rubies and a couple of emeralds.  In fact it was a sibling bracelet that she had made for all three of us. The ruby represented me, the emeralds were of Loki and she was the diamond.

I clenched it in my hand and raised it up ready to throw it as far as I could, hoping that it would be lost forever but something held me back.  My arm trembled before I brought the bracelet to my chest and held it over my heart as I felt tears falling down my face.

“I’m sorry (Y/n).” I wept.  “I’m so sorry little sister.” I continued to weep as the memories of my sister flashed through my mind like a film on constant repeat.

*1 month after The Blip*

I hadn’t really stepped out of my cabin since I had first claimed it.  I kept the windows shut and bolted, hardly any light really came into this cabin really.  Why should I deserve the light after my failure to kill Thanos? But I knew I had to step out because I had run out of beer from the keg I had taken a month ago.

So after restocking some more kegs, beer bottles, whiskey, tequila, whatever alcohol I could get my hands on at the time, I should be good for a couple of months or so, hopefully.  As I drank my fifth beer bottle a knock was heard at the door.

“Thor?” Valkyrie. “Thor come on open up it’s just me.”

“It’s unlocked as always.” I told her.  I heard the door open and she let out a cough.

“Geez what rolled up and died in here?”

“What are you doing here Valkyrie?” I asked her.

“Well our brewery ran out of whiskey and I figured only one person could be responsible for that so I came to collect some from you. Running this place is a lot harder than you think.” She said as she helped herself to some of my whiskey.

“Try dealing with keeping the peace of all nine realms on top of that.” I scoffed remembering after my first battle with the Avengers when I tried to keep the peace between the nine realms before father thought I was once again ready to take the throne.

“I can only imagine that. Definitely would take more than whiskey to take that hangover off.”

“Why have you really come Valkyrie?” she and I looked at each other and she said.

“To check on my friend who may I remind you hasn’t been outside in over a month except this past Tuesday to take most of our brewery.”

“I’ve told you as I have told everyone else, I’m fine.”

“Is that why you haven’t bathed in that time? No offense but you’re starting to smell worse than Sakaar.”

“Bathing is a lifestyle choice. If I choose the bathe or shower I will do so whenever I please.” She let out a heavy sigh.

“Thor, I know why you’re doing this.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do. Did you honestly forget why I went to Sakaar in the first place?” I remained silent. “Drinking my own problems away because I lost all my sisters including the love of my life. Who sacrificed herself to save me. You’re not the only one who lost someone you love. Take it from me, drowning your sorrows can only do so much, eventually the call to action will find you and you’ll have no choice but to get off your ass and fight.”

“Thanos is already dead, but even killing him didn’t bring anyone back. Much less bring her back. What call to action will there be?” I said brokenly.

“How about instead of focusing on the broken past? You help your people? They need a king.”

“No one needs me.” I sat down in my chair and turned away from her as I grabbed an old bag of Doritos and ate whatever was left in the bag.  I heard Valkyrie let out a heavy sigh before she left my cabin slamming the door.

Leaving me once again alone in darkness and solitude.

*6 months after The Blip*

‘It has been six months since the Blip when an alien wiped out half of Earth’s population. World governments continue to find an equal consensus but with the world still grieving can we truly move on? Our team has tried to reach out to any remaining members of the Avengers who have all but seemed to disappear from the public eye. Tony Stark aka Ironman has…..’

“Korg you mind shutting that blasted thing off? I thought we were going to begin Fortnite?” I told him.

“Sorry Thor. Just so you know I didn’t turn the channel to the news, it was just on there. Earth seems to have nothing but bad news to tell.”

“Yeah that’s all they really have to say these days.”

“Earth news is depressing.”

“You don’t know the half of it.” I muttered.  As we got the gaming system started up, Korg told me.

“Speaking of, there were reporters that came over the other day wanting to talk to you about the battle you had with Thanos back in that Wakanda place.”

“Hopefully either you or Valkyrie told them to screw off and to never come back here again.”

“Valkyrie took care of them. And she even called them some very nasty things.”

“And another good reason to put her in charge.” I muttered.  As the menu opened up and we picked our avatars we proceeded with the game.

“Just asking out of pure curiosity Thor, will there be a time you come out that doesn’t imply you stealing half of the brewery’s supplies? We really do miss you out there.”

“Who wants to go out when there’s a whole lot to do in here? You can’t get all these video game time out there? And here you don’t have to pay for any alcohol. Sure the cable’s a bit of a pain in the ass but what more could you want right here?”

“It does sound like a load of fun and a huge convenience but at the same time you might probably be doing all of this due to the loss of your sister.” I rolled my eyes and blew a nonchalant raspberry.

“These are just life choices, I can go out whenever I want to for whatever reason I want. My sister—” I trailed off thinking about her.

Just what would she say in this moment? How would she even react to seeing me like this? Most likely she’d be disappointed, she never did like it when either Loki or I got into one of our ‘moods’ (whatever she means by that).  Felt like she had been stuck in the middle and having to be the problem solver out of the three of us.

But now she’s just—she’s gone.  In all honesty, I’m glad she’s not here to see me like this.  Like I said, she’d most likely be disappointed that I’ve shut everyone out and refuse to do anything to help rebuild our new home.

“My sister isn’t even here. So why even try to speak as if she’s still here?” Korg remained silent. I took a deep breath in before exhaling and spoke in a more optimistic manner (or at least tried to anyway. I just wanted this conversation to be done.)  “Now then, let’s hurry and beat this round before that little douchebag Noobmaster69 logs on.”

“Yeah. I still can’t believe he called me a dickhead.” Korg said as we continued to play our game long into the night and even until the next morning.

*1 year and 4 months after The Blip*

Today seemed so empty. Much more so than any other day because today should’ve been a day of remembrance, of birth, a milestone for Asgardian Gods. Today would’ve been (Y/n)’s birthday, but just any ordinary birthday.  Today she would’ve been 1500 years old.  The big 1500.

She could’ve participated on her first ever hunting party and claim a prized boar to be eaten at a feast worthy of Valhalla, music and dancers, and at the end of the night the very stars themselves would dance for her (all thanks to her powers).  But there will be no hunt, nor song in her name, for she was one of the many who Blipped away.

I did, however, ask Korg whenever he came up for our annual video game binge to bring up a cake that I knew (Y/n) would love.  She always had a weakness for sweet treats, especially when we first came to Earth after Loki tried to take the Tesseract.  Boy was that a wild time when she went on that sugar craze and Steve had to coax her down from it but she refused to surrender her candy to him.

“Hey Thor, Meek and I are here and we brought the cake like you asked of us.” Korg’s voice called out.

“Bring it in here my friends.” They came in and there it was.  A three layered chocolate cake with dipped chocolate strawberries.

“So Thor is this another one of your monthly big dessert binges?” asked Korg.

“Not for myself.” I answered as I went over and dug through the drawers until I found some old candles and put them on top of the cake.  “You know, today would’ve been (Y/n)’s 1500th birthday. A big milestone in Asgardian culture.”

“Really? Is 1000 not worthy?”

“It is but it’s the 1500th that’s even bigger. Compared to Earth I’d say it lines with one’s 16th birthday. Where Earth teens can drive legally and all that fun stuff, in Asgard, when a god turns 1500 they are honored to lead a hunting party to find and skewer a prized boar. To be eaten at a feast worthy of Valhalla itself. Oh I remember my 1500th birthday hunt so well, I made (Y/n) my lead scouter and she dreamed of the day of her birthday hunting party.”

“Oh I see. And your sister, she liked chocolate?”

“Probably one of the few things she loved about Earth. Oh Korg you should’ve seen it. The first time she tried chocolate, I thought her head was going to explode.”

“Thankfully it didn’t otherwise how can one function without a head?” Korg said.  I lit the candles up and stared at them for a bit before blowing them out in honor of my sister.

“Happy 1500th little sister. If only I could’ve done more.” I then blew them out in her stand before taking them off the cake.

“She would’ve been happy either way Thor. Hunting party or no hunting party, she would’ve loved it either way.”

“You speak as thought my sister is still here.”

“She is. In a way. Though she is not here physically, she is all around us. Being the goddess of the stars, it’s like she’s still watching over us every night. At least that’s what the Earthlings say about her in their stories, right?” I shook my head chuckling icily.

“I appreciate the words of comfort Korg, but we all know the real truth. She’s gone, and there’s no way of bringing her back. And it’s all my fault.”

“Thor—”

“Sorry Korg, guess I don’t feel much like Fortnite tonight, sorry.” I started to walk off but I grabbed (Y/n)’s cake and left my cabin.

It was now nightfall and I had been standing looking over the cliff’s and the sea ahead.  I was at the last piece of my sister’s cake and I looked up at the stars that didn’t seem to shine as brightly as they used to. My heart felt heavy and tears built into my eyes and I wept.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for you little sister. For anyone. It’s all because of me. It’s my fault. It’s my fault!” I stayed there for the rest of the night weeping under the very stars my sister once made shine.

Time just went by in a blur.  In fact time was irrelevant to me.  Only when I needed supplies like more alcohol did I ever show my face to my people. Valkyrie was proving to be a better King than I, I mean how can a King rule his people when he couldn’t even protect them? Let alone his own sister?

I was just—drifting at this point.  The only times I felt even the slightest bit of joy was video game nights with Korg and Meek.  Life may continue on, but I will always be burdened with the weight of my greatest failure and nothing was ever going to get me out of it.

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Stupid hammer (Thor x you)

Pairing : Thor x reader (platonic)

Summary : Just you trying to lift Mjolnir :)

Words : 336

(English is not my first language... I hope you will enjoy it anyway ! :))

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The Avengers were all gathered together in the Avengers Tower, enjoying some well-deserved downtime. Thor had brought Mjolnir with him, and as usual, everyone was curious to see if they could lift it.

One by one, they each tried and failed to lift the hammer. Tony even tried to use his Iron Man suit to lift it, but it wouldn't budge.

You were watching from the sidelines, smirking at the others as they failed. You were a new recruit, but you were already proving yourself to be a formidable member of the team.

When it was your turn, you confidently stepped up to the hammer. You grasped the handle with both hands and pulled with all your might. For a moment, it looked like you might actually lift it off the ground.

But just as you were about to succeed, Thor suddenly stepped forward, his hand on the hammer. He gave you a stern look, "That's enough, Y/N. No one but myself can lift Mjolnir."

You scowled, feeling embarrassed at being stopped so close to success. You tried to pull away from Thor's grasp, but he held firm.

Thor continued, "You may be strong, Y/N, but strength alone is not enough. You must also possess the qualities of a true hero. Honor, humility, and selflessness."

You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. But I still think I could have lifted that stupid hammer."

The other Avengers chuckled at your stubbornness, but Thor's expression remained serious. "It's not just about physical strength, Y/N. The power of Mjolnir is tied to the worthiness of the one who wields it. Only those who are deemed worthy can lift it."

You huffed, crossing your arms. "Well, I don't need some magic hammer to prove my worthiness. I know I'm a hero."

Thor smiled at you, "I know you are, Y/N. And one day, perhaps you will be worthy of Mjolnir."

[ijustwant2write]

Too Trusting-Thor Odinson x Reader

(GIF credit to @slice-of-thunder)

MASTERLIST

Summary: (Y/N) starts to sense a pattern whenever Thor tells stories of his brother, and she can't help but point it out to him.

Characters: Thor Odinson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arguing, fluff

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As Thor told me yet another tale about Loki, I had to stop myself making faces or rolling my eyes, because I knew what was coming next as he spoke. Although he was telling the story in a joyful way, I knew that he had gone through a lot of hurt due to his brother. This was how the anecdote would go: Thor was the hero, he needed help, bargains with Loki, everything goes smoothly until Loki betrays him and/or fakes his death. The day would still be saved but Thor was still upset over his brother.

"My love, did you hear what I said?" Thor asked.

"Yes, I did." I didn't mean to snap.

"What is wrong? Did something happened today? I'm sorry, I never asked, I just started rambling."

"No, nothing happened today. It's just..." I didn't know how to go about this without hurting his feelings.

"Yes?"

"Thor, these stories are all the same."

"Oh, I do not believe they are, I've been on many adventures and quests, none are the same as the other."

"Not the stories per say. It seems that every time Loki is involved he...he uses you."

He scoffed with a smile."What?"

"He always either betrays you or lies to you about dying. I just thought after all these times, maybe you would clock onto it."

"Are you saying I'm stupid?" he stood from the bed where we had been lying opposite each other.

I sat up."No, of course not! It's more like, you're too trusting."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Sometimes it is."

"You don't know Loki, you've never met him."

"I know, but what else am I supposed to think when all the stories you tell me portray him as the cunning one?"

"That's what he is though, the God of Mischief, it's in his nature."

"I understand that Thor, but I thought mischief might mean playing tricks on people. Not invading Earth."

"I told you about that time he turned into snake and bit me, right?"

I sighed, it either wasn't getting through to him or he was too stubborn to admit I was right.

"You don't know my brother. He's...misunderstood. He did not receive the love father gave me as we grew up."

"Well, that's very unfortunate but what did you ever do to him?"

I could see he was getting angry now. I really didn't want this to turn into an argument, maybe I shouldn't have said anything. But if I couldn't tell him, who could?

"Thor, please can you just sit down? I really didn't mean to upset you."

"Well I can't stop thinking about it now. Who else sees me as an idiot? Was I a fool in front of all of my family and friends, my friends from work?"

He was pacing now, slowly, but it was clear to see he was trying to keep calm. When he was angry it wasn't pretty. He had never directed it at me, and I know he wouldn't now, however this had hit a nerve.

"No one sees you that way." I crawled to the egde of the bed, now sat on top of my knees."I only brought it up because I don't like thinking of you in those situations. I just...it sounded like you didn't realise what was happening in those moments."

"I would like to see you battling monsters and evil men, I don't think you would come out of it lightly." he spat.

My mouth dropped open. Now I was angry too. I stood on the bed, only just coming to eye level with him.

"This isn't about me winning any battles! I know I wouldn't last a second out there. Why aren't you acknowledging this?"

"Because no matter how many times I gave him a chance he let me down!"

A sudden crack of thunder made me jump, I faltered on the bed, almost falling. Thor moved to steady me until he saw that I quickly regained myself. But it was weet to see him still caring even though we were bickering.

I let a few seconds pass by, a small trickle of rain gently hit against the windows. OK, it wasn't a huge storm, that was a good thing.

"Thor," I gently said, stepping down to the floor,"I'm sorry for confronting you about this. I thought maybe you were in denial. And I understand why you would be. You love Loki, you want to give him second chances because you're a good person, you see the good in everyone. But you can't let yourself be in harms way when things like that happen. What if the next time he betrayed you-"

"There may not be a next time!" he then looked like he was thinking."Oh, I'm beginning to see what you mean."

I calmly continued."What if next time he betrays you, you get seriously hurt, or killed even! And even if Loki quickly regretted his decision, it could be too late to save you."

Thor lowered his head. He hated being wrong, just like I did. I watched as he turned his back to me, sitting on the end of the bed. I had learned that although Thor liked to be alone with his thoughts, he did need a calmer person to talk things through, make him see this all from a different perspective.

"I didn't meant to make you sad." I mumbled, looking out at the rain."I hope you know I said all this because I love you. It would crush me to see Loki go behind your back again."

He didn't say anything, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Slowly I approached him, kneeling on the bed again but behind him. I rested my whole body on his back, wrapping my arms around his torso as much as I could.

"Please talk to me."

"I know you are right. But I don't want you to be."

Oh, he sounded so sad.

"Neither do I. You now I didn't say it out of spite against you or Loki. It's just hard to paint a pretty picture of him."

"I know."

I kissed the back of his shoulder."Do you want to be alone?"

"No." he placed a hand over mine."But, please can we not talk about this anymore?"

"Of course."

"I wish you could meet him. Or have met him before he turned into what he is now."

"Me too."

"I hate disloyalty and dishonesty. I am sorry I got angry but it is a difficult subject for me to talk about."

"I know. Shall we just go back to lying down together?"

"Yes."

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Living with Gorr on Earth HCs

(AU where he lives because no one can stop me) i found this today in my note app. i actually wrote it some time ago and then completely forgot about it

I actually don't see him as a big city kind of person. He would prefer to live with his s/o and his daughter in the countryside, in a house with a garden. (Am I into cottagecore? Yes. But I am not projecting it into him, Gorr loves this lifestyle too, I can sense it with my cottagewhore-radar). You grow many vegetable, grain and fruit species from different planets (at the beginning you were unsure if this experiment would work but surprisingly most of the crops grew well on the Earth) so your farm is mostly self-sufficient, at least when it comes to food.

Another headcanon, not connected with relationship, but I am convinced that Gorr is a vegan or at least a vegetarian. He may slashed gods, but he would never hurt an innocent animal.

You came to terms with Thor and the rest of the group and you live in - almost - friendly relationship. But you rather don't have contact with gods and don't deal with them anymore. Gorr gave up on his plans of revenge; you had possibility of helping Avengers and fighting for good but without longer hesitation, you decided to leave this "warrior lifestyle" (but nobody knows whether forever or is it just a holiday) and enjoy living in peace for some time.

Gorr isn't from Earth so it may take him some time to get used to on this planet (it wasn't specified in the movie how looked planet he came from so I will just assume it was technologically advanced at the level of Asgard, just much-much-much poorer).

He appreciates some of the inventions that make life easier (washing machine, cars, tap water), he especially loves the fact that medicine is so well-advanced but most things are either overwhelming or annoying for him.

Despite the fact that he isn't interested in popculture himself, Gorr likes to watch your favourite movies or read your beloved books (it's even better if you read it to him).

Gorr is a very good and careful listener, he authentically pays attention to what you're talking to him and he tries to remember details about you. In general, he likes to talk with you, you spend a lot of time on conversation since the day you met. If you hate small talk (just like me😅), you finally found great company. Gorr doesn't understand aimless blabber neither and he likes to tell you about his life (you appreciate the fact that he trust you enough to share with you stories about his family and home; these are very cherished but at the same time painful memories for him), his home planet, but also about faith, ethics and the point of life.

One of the things he really enjoys on Earth, is a great diversity of music. He loves listening to different genres and discovering new artists. If you have nothing against it, he often takes your hand and dance with you in the kitchen or in the garden.

Despite trying to live in peace, Gorr would quickly engage in some form of activism. He's very sensitive to any signs of injustice and he's not gonna just sit back and do nothing when so many bad thing happens. He will do whatever he can… and honestly, you love him for that.

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She Is Worthy

Fandom: Marvel

Character/s Includes: Thor and Reader

Word Count: 188

Y/N was new to the tower, Tony had hired her when he found Peter and similar to Peter Y/N didn’t have parents but Aunt May also took her in.

Y/N helped out at the tower when she could, often it was just cleaning up small messes the Avengers made. The messes were manageable such as pizza boxes and soda cans but when Thor came to visit he would be annoying by putting his hammer down in random places.

Y/N usually worked around it due to the stories the Avengers had told her but one day she just went ‘enough is enough’.

The random places Thor leaves his hammer was usually right in the middle of the living space so she just picked it up and sat it in front of Thor, “No more leaving it in stupid places” Y/N said before walking back to the living space to continue cleaning it.

Tony’s jaw just dropped while Thor and Peter just stared after her.

“Did she just pick up Thor’s hammer and place it there?” Peter muttered out of confusion.

“She is worthy” Thor said before running after her.

[mushrubes]

Always been you

Masterlist | Marvel masterlist |

Requested : no

prompt 20. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.” + 84.  “It’s always been you. It will always be you.”

Pairing : Thor Odinson x (they/them) reader

Type : fluff

Word count : 490

i’m so proud of you!! <3

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“Thor?” Y/n asked, following after him to the outside, gazing at the atmosphere around them. He looked at them to let them know he had heard before turning back. “Do you still...have, you know, feelings? I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me...” Y/n asked quietly, unsure if it was right or not. Thor took a deep breath, turning to them. “I want to feel shitty about you. But you know what...I want to feel shitty about something and I think that’s you.” he explained, Y/n facing him in confusion. “Not really getting it.” they informed, unsure of where this was going. “I want to...my friend, he told me it’s better to feel shitty from losing love than it is to never experience love and feel nothing at all, feel empty and I think he was right. Which is, how I’ve been feeling for a long time and...” he paused, taking a breather. “I’ve pushed people away, kept them at a distance because of the fear of that loss, but I don’t want to do that anymore.” he finished as they nodded, understanding him. 

“Better to close off your heart and feel the pain.” they commented, now following along. “That’s what I did, yes I closed off my heart and...and I meditated, do you meditate?” he chuckled, earning a smile and a shake of their head. “It actually made me more angry, but I’m tired of giving myself over to the idea of fate and trying to figure out what the universe wants from me. I want to live in the moment, I want to live like there’s no tomorrow, throw caution to the wind. I want...I want to be with you.” he rambled, Y/n sighing and frowning. They paced around the deck. “No, no, you’re confused Thor. What...what about Jane? I’m not worthy of this, she is.” they asked, glancing in to where Jane stood, laughing with Korg and Valkyrie. “Y/n, Mjolnir chose you, it chose you because you’re worthy, not her. When I first met you, I was unworthy, I was unable to pick up that hammer, but you taught me. There is no greater purpose than to help those in need. You made me worthy. It’s always been you and it will always be you.” he confessed, holding their hands in his.

“How are you feeling now?” he asked, Y/n humming and rubbing their thumbs up and down his hands. “Still scared. How are you feeling?” they asked back, looking up at him. “Shitty.” he responded, a grin on his face as they stared into each other’s eyes. “How shitty?” they repeated, butterflies swooning their stomach. “Really shitty.” he answered, leaning in and connecting his lips with his. The kiss was passionate but meaningful, their bond still as strong as ever. Fireworks going off for both of them, a blush settling on both their faces as they pulled apart.

“I love you always, y/n.”

[chloe-skywalker]

I'm loving seeing all the Jane and thor gifs for the new Thor Love & Thunder . And I was thinking.

Who wants Jane x Thor x daughter reader ?! Cause I do!

[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine being the God of Desire, and Zeus using you to distract Thor.

Sometimes, I really hate having to listen to big daddy Zeus. But because of your act of rebellion, helping Thor, you were being punished into listening to him. Staying in your domain until he needed you for something, it was so boring. There was nothing to desire here. And nothing to be desired. Eventually though, the Father God did come to see you, and gave you a mission which you weren’t entirely hating. Seduce Thor. If it works, you’d actually get something out of it, since that man is FINE. Thor was teleported into your domain where you were waiting for him, everything already set up. Everything that he could desire, from beer to the softest bed to lay his head on, from weapons of legend that he used to dream about - to you, and how you were dressed. “Well, hello there handsome,” You said, bringing up the pitcher of beer. “I knew we’d be seeing each other again.” Thor’s eyes on you were enough to bring a shiver up and down your spine. You chose well, everything. He accepted the beer and his gaze roamed over you. Admiring you. But then that soft desire turned into something a little more .. amused. “Zeus sent me here as a distraction, didn’t he?” “So your brain is just as sexy as you are,” You said, sitting on the table, watching as he accepted the beer and drank it. It refilled as soon as he stopped for a breath. “Is your ability to be tempted - or are you going to leave me high and dry and just thinking of you again?” You pouted. “I have to finish this,” Thor said, valiantly. He drained another beer and then put let the glass smash down against the ground, breaking into a hundred shards. And damn if you weren’t impressed by his resistance. Very rarely has anyone ever walked away from you like this. He stood up, determined, but he did give you that sexy grin. “Can I come back?” “Oh, most definitely - I’ll give you things you didn’t even know that you desired once you bring Zeus down a peg or two,” You promised, and released him from your domain to go back and fight. Zeus couldn’t say that you didn’t try - and now you had an even hotter date ahead of you.

Requested by: Anonymous

[literaryavenger]

Can I be him?

Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.8K

A/N: It’s 3am where I live, so… Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today I’m posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love you🖤

Masterlist

Being an Avenger is not easy.

The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shoulders…

Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.

For you, it’s going to the rose garden behind the Compound.

It’s a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only it’s entirely made of vines.

You made it yourself, that’s your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related. 

Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.

You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.

You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you don’t want to forget to things that you want to do after you’re not so tired anymore.

The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when you’re here is the lake.

Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you don’t even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.

It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands it’s your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training. 

The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.

You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the team’s latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.

Today, though, you can’t concentrate on anything.

Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesn’t even register you’re there until you sit on the bench.

Today’s mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.

You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.

At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.

Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasn’t for your screw up the team would’ve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch. 

Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.

Because of me.

That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someone’s life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity. 

You were so caught up in your head that you didn’t even notice someone following you to the rose garden.

Not that you ever do. 

If there’s one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. He’s a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.

Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.

Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least that’s the excuse he always uses so he won’t have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.

But he can’t help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked. 

The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.

You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.

You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.

Then you said his name and he could’ve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.

Bucky knew then he was in love.

But he didn’t know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyone’s favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tony’s anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down. 

You were like sunshine and he was terrified he’d kill your light. But he’d be damned if he’d let the world kill it either, he’d protect you with his life.

So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.

But it’s not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.

Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didn’t like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.

For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.

That was Bucky’s actual way to unwind after a mission.

He’d tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but he’d drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where he’d have a perfect view of you without you knowing. 

Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, you’d say yes no matter what you were feeling, because that’s just the kind of person you are.

So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.

Sometimes you’d laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.

But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes you’d hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much you’d need a hug, and it killed him that he couldn’t just walk up to you and hug you.

Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.

You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.

You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.

Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if it’s just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you don’t treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.

You’ve never been afraid of him, and he’s glad that you don’t treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.

Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.

And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. You’re all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. That’s all he can think about, but he knows that’s not gonna happen.

He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that there’s someone you’d gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesn’t deserve you, nobody does.

Even Bucky himself doesn’t deserve you, you’re too pure for anyone in this world, but if there’s someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.

Bucky knows today’s mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.

So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.

He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.

He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.

But you’re still so much in your own head that you don’t even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo. 

Bucky did notice, though.

He’s tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until you’re gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.

He doesn’t know why, he knows it’s wrong, these are your private thoughts, but he’s just drawn to it for some reason.

When he starts reading he notices you don’t mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who you’re writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days. 

He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasn’t there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.

It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like he’s reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely. 

You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life. 

A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didn’t ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it. 

You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates. 

And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?

He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays you’re talking about him. He wishes this could be him… Who is he kidding?

Of course it’s not me. 

It’s probably the guy you’ve been dating. Yeah, that’s it. You’re in love with that guy, that much is clear. 

Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he can’t read them.

He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldn’t compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.

Bucky didn’t read how you know he’s the one for you, he didn’t read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because he’s the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.

But Bucky didn’t read that.

He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.

It’s only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but don’t think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.

After finding out you’re in love with someone else, Bucky can’t stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you don’t fail to notice.

It’s not like he’s mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.

He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when you’re feeling down, doesn’t hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, it’s never just the two of you anymore.

It’s silly to say, but you miss him.

Bucky knows he’s been distancing himself, he knows you’ve noticed and he can see it’s affecting you, but he’s doing this to protect himself.

He knows it’s only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man you’re in love with and he doesn’t want it to hurt more than necessary.

You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe he’s just trying to deal with all the stress the team’s been under and you don’t want to add any more to that, so you let him be.

A few weeks later the team’s on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. You’ve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.

You’ve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.

You’ve cleared the base, all that’s left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. You’re using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.

Or at least that’s what you think.

As you’re fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky who’s fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.

Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. “Thank you, doll.”

That’s the friendliest Bucky’s been towards you in weeks and you can’t help but smile back with a small blush.

You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.

Bucky’s smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that you’re already falling to the ground.

Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.

The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldn’t just kill them all.

The only one that would know that is you, the person that’s passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.

“Okay, we need to find a safe way to-” Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. “What are you doing?!”

Bucky doesn’t even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.

He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.

But Bucky doesn’t care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.

His mind goes to the worst possibility, that there’s nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldn’t be working if you were dead.

Right?

He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.

But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.

“You couldn’t have done that before?!” Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.

“She’s not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!” Natasha came in Wanda’s defense, though she seemed more amused at Bucky’s antics than annoyed.

As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know you’re still alive but in a sort of coma.

Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, you’ll wake up.

As soon as the Quinjet lands you’re taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.

Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didn’t want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.

When morning comes, though, you’re still unconscious, but Bucky doesn’t lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.

That’s what he tells himself for two, three, four days.

That’s what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.

He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.

Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.

Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.

Because you’re going to wake up.

Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.

Everything is dying.

Bucky’s heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean you’re slowly dying too?

No. That’s unacceptable. You’re not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.

He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.

He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.

But it’s not enough. Nothing is enough.

Bucky loses track of how many days he’s been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.

After all it’s his fault, if he hadn’t distracted you none of this would’ve happened. You’d be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Bucky’s heart.

That he could’ve lived with. 

But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He can’t live with that.

Not that he has to.

While Bucky’s spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay you’re finally waking up after almost a month.

You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. There’s nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see it’s really late at night.

You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Bucky’s bright smile, and then nothing.

You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?

You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everything’s okay. It’s not like anyone’s gonna stop you anyway.

When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.

But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no one’s sitting on it.

You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.

“Bucky…” You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.

For a moment it feels like he’s trying to decide if you’re real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.

“Doll…” His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise you’ll disappear.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.

It’s only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, it’s clear to you that they were made by thorns. “D-did… Did I do this to you?” 

You’re kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.

“I’m okay…” He reassures you.

Just then he realizes, you’re fussing over him when you’re the one that’s been in a coma for a month. “Are you okay? How long have you been awake?” 

“I… I just woke up.” You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. “What happened to me?”

“You got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.” He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. “You’ve been unconscious for almost a month.”

“A month?!” You’re shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.

“I’m sorry about your roses… I tried to keep them alive, but…” He looks around with a hopeless expression. “I failed you.”

Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?

You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everything’s back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. It’s like nothing ever happened.

Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.

“You could never fail me.” You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you can’t help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. “I’m sorry…”

“It wasn’t your fault.” It’s like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesn’t blame you for anything. “You weren’t even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I never wanted to be one of the people that hurt you…” Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. “The world hurt you so much already… I never wanted to be part of that. You don’t deserve it.”

Bucky frowns. He feels like he’s heard those words, but where? No, he didn’t hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man you’re in love with. Could it be possible?

Could I be him?

“It’s me…” He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and it’s your time to be confused now.

“What?” You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.

“It’s me you’re in love with.” His voice is a little louder, but firm. He’s not asking you, he’s making a statement.

Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.

“I-I… What?” Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why he’s so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?

“I read your diary…” Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least he’s owning up to it. “You wrote about the man you love… and you wrote the same thing you just told me. It’s me, isn’t it? You love me back?” His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.

“You… You read my diary?” You say, your mind still playing catch up.

It’s only a moment later that you register the ‘love me back’ and you don’t give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before you’re speaking again. “You love me?!” 

Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. “I love you, doll. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you.” 

You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you don’t say anything.

Instead you lean in and kiss him.

Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. “What about your boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” You frown again, having no idea what he’s talking about. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“You don’t?” Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. “What about the guy you went on a few dates with?”

You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.

“Do you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, you’re an idiot.” Bucky grins and kisses you again. 

Maybe he is an idiot. But when he’s the idiot you’re in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?

It looks like he can be him after all.

[spicyboelives]

Been feeling really bad lately, so I made this to cheer me up, and hopefully anyone else in the same headspace, who used to read Avengers tower fanfics. Kinda a heavy dose of nostalgia for me tbh.

[inklore]

THEY HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG EVER IN THEIR LIFE!!!! THEY ARE PERFECT THEY DESERVE THE UNIVERSE!!

[francis-writes]

Gorr the God Butcher x Demigod!Reader

I watched Thor: love and thunder yesterday and I am in love so I guess I am gonna post some more stuff about Gorr soon

For the most of your life, you thought that you're a normal mortal. There happened a few little accidents - weird, you could even say magical - but you had no idea why you were feeling different than your peers.

Then one day you discovered that one of your parents aren't your biological mother/father. Finding out that you have other parent was hard enough, but it couldn't compare to the moment when you learned that you're a demigod.

It was a bit annoying and sad that for so many years your godly parent didn't even try to meet you but after all you could accept it. Maybe they were too busy. Or they didn't want to accidently *ujawnic you their true nature. Or… just anything, you could found them billions of excuses. Just to believe that they left you not of their own will.

So, with fear and excitement, you decided to contact them and finally meet your parent. They agreed but your conversation looked nothing like you imagined it. They seemed bored, they weren't even a bit interested in your life (you had the impression that if they could, they would talk only about themselves), even when they listened to your words, they criticised your actions, and complained that you achieved nothing (as if they expected that a duty of every demigod is to become superhero or a genius or whatever). No sympathy. Now you understood why they left you. For them you were less important than a weapon or a golden bracelet.

Nothing strange that you began to hate the gods. You met only your parent but it turned out to be enough to make you treat every divine being as greedy, narcissistic, mean and unworthy.

One day you heard about Gorr and his mission of slaughtering all the gods. Maybe you overreacted a bit, but then you thought he's right and the world will be a better place without gods. So you decided to find him and offer him your help.

Gorr was a bit surprised when he heard your proposition. You explained him your history and he decided to accept your help. He wanted to kill gods but he rather didn't have any plans in matter of their mortal children. Moreover, Gorr understood your anger and desire of revenge.

To this time he was doing great only with his sword but during war allies (especially the ones with demigod powers) are priceless.

(Maybe you didn't have an experience in fight but you will learn during travel. After all, shadow monsters did great job during attacks)

Gorr didn't make secrets out of his life and soon he told you about road that lead him to this place, and about dead of his daughter. You felt sorry for him but he didn't want your compassion, especially that he was on his way to avenge his family and his people.

Sometimes you were worrying about your friend. His condition was worse with every day and you knew that sword is slowly destroying him. Was revenge worth the price? But you stayed silent, fully aware that Gorr didn't care about his health and your words would make any difference.

After some time of working together, you noticed that you like your accomplice more and more. To be honest, you had a crush on him but you didn't want to admit it to yourself. And you definitely would never admit it to him. You were sure that Gorr didn't reciprocate your feelings. The only things that really mattered to him were a family he lost, and his revenge. You? You were only a side-kick. A friend at best.

And yet, while not murdering gods, you spent a lot time talking and laughing. Power of sword made Gorr going more mad with every day but you didn't mind it. You liked his humour and view on the world. And actually Gorr really enjoyed your presence too. Until you appeared in his life, he didn't realize how lonely he felt.

He loved you too but he also didn't want to admit his feelings. Even if there was a chance that you feel the same way about him, there was no possibility of a life together for you. He swore to destroy the gods. There was no time for romance.

Moreover, Gorr was cursed and starting a relationship with you would be sentencing you for later grief.

When he kidnapped the children, you had a moment of hesitation if you're not going too far but you quickly told yourself that no harm will happen to them and they are only a *przynedta. Gorr could hate the gods but he wouldn't hurt innocent kids.

While dying, he was happy that you and his daughter are by his side and you wouldn't be alone when he'd be gone. But in the last moments, Gorr decided to tell you the true and admit he loved you.

When he died, you adopted his daughter. It made him calm to know that he doesn't have to worry about her because she will have a good caretaker.

Of course you took her on missions to help Thor. Well, in the meantime, you learned how to fight too and you created quite good team.

Version 2 because I am delusional and I like happy endings

Let's say that your demigod powers allowed you to heal people and you managed to save Gorr's life and you created happy little family with his daughter :)))) you bought a lil nice house in the cottage and you lived a happy life with no more murders and dangerous missions (well, maybe just a few. In a year).

[marvelsmylife]

I’m trying to start writing again but I have so many ideas and half finished stories that I want to finish. If you guys could please choose the story you would like to read I would really appreciate it.

1st story (Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader) Steve and the reader were in a relationship until Steve went missing during a mission. What happens when Steve reappears fives years later when the reader moves on with Bucky. Where was Steve all these years and how is he going to react when he finds out you moved on with his best friend. (Angst & smut)

2nd story (Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff) Steve has been in love with the reader for years and was slowly building up the courage to ask you out. That is until Bucky finally joins the team and doesn’t hesitate to ask the reader out on a date. With two heart whole and one is broken, Natasha is around the corner to mend the heart the reader broke. (Angst &smut)

3rd story (Bucky Barnes x reader) the reader gets invited to the avengers compound by Natasha for a girls night with the female avengers so they can get to know the reader better since they are not avengers. The agenda for the evening: gossip, drink and karaoke and gossip about their significant other. (Fluff)

4th story (Steve Rogers x reader) Steve has a sex dream about the reader (smut&fluff)

5th story (Thor x reader) Thor tries to get the reader (his crush) Taylor swift concert tickets in the hopes to confess his feelings towards her (fluff)