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Clan of Three (BOBF) - Chapter 1

Chapter One: The Mandalorian and the Jedi

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with a slowly discovering lineage. With the child off with the Jedi, the close-knit pair continues their travels through the galaxy.

Word Count: 5.7K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, semi-angst, slight ptsd, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments

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The streets are empty besides the few that travel with the star that the space station orbits around and lights sections of the streets before incasing it into darkness. Gentle footsteps were barely noticeable unless you were skilled in listening out for them. The men work away in the slaughterhouse the smell of raw meat and blood fills the air as the butches cut into the large slabs of meat a shadow passing by and one looks back catching something in the corner of his eye but shaking it off not seeing anything. Hidden behind the slaughterhouse is a makeshift officer who works the corrupt side hidden behind the facade of a meat packing industry. A Klatooinian sits at his desk working away while others stand around either talking to one another or making sure the man at the desk is well protected.

“Kaba Baiz…” A voice speaks out and they all look over at a hooded figure resting against one of the walls, “You sure are a difficult man to find.” They speak out as the men surrounding Kaba brandish weapons but the figure raises their hand, “You don’t want to hurt me.” The voice calming but commanding as Kaba watches his men lower their weapons obeying this stranger's orders. Looking back jumping back slightly seeing the hooded figure in front of the desk their hands resting on the table.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about…you’re looking at the wrong person.” He says and the figure chuckles and he can see their shoulders move with their laughter. “Trust me Kaba I’m looking at him. So here’s your option you either kindly follow me so I can turn you in and get my money or someone who won’t care if you’re alive is going to come. Your choice.” The person speaks and Kaba can see just a glimpse of their mouth as they smile waiting for his decision. He wasn’t sure if this person was insane or just dumb enough to think he would listen. The voice sounded young and to think whoever they were was trying to threaten him.

“Get lost. I won’t tell you again, I’m not your guy.” He says and he sees their shoulders slump. They reach out and grab a credit hold it up to the light seeing the integrity of it before dropping it back down.

“I did warn you..” They say and heavy footsteps grow closer to the room he turns to look back at the hooded figure finding them gone right as the plastic curtains open revealing a rugged man in shiny beskar armor. He should’ve taken their advice.

The night air cools your skin as you rest on a metal railing looking up at the space that was looking down at you. The cloak and mask covering your face were pulled back as you watched the stars move past you. The sounds of fighting faint coming from the building as you wait for it to die down before you hear footsteps though it sounds like something is being dragged as well.

“I’m guessing he didn’t take my deal.” You say looking over at the bounty hunter in his hand a sack that you assume contains Kaba's head. You instantly notice him limping and you quickly join his side, “What did you do?” You ask looking at his leg and seeing the large burn on his upper thigh the skin badly injured.

“I’m fine,” He says waving you off and taking a step forward but he can’t stop the groan from escaping his mouth and your body goes under his arm supporting his bad side, “What did I tell you about speaking to the bounties? What if they-” He speaks up his tone scolding and you roll your eyes.

“They didn’t see my face Din, and if they had you probably already took them out.” You say as you travel through the streets of Glavis Ringworld, you’ve both been traveling for bounties for information on the coverts of Mandalorians. With Din being reinstated into the Guild you could have some credits to keep you afloat but with no ship or a permanent home, you’ve bounced around planets and worlds following after the hardened Mandalorian. “We’re in this together…I’m not leaving you to do all the work.” You say leaving the grimy streets of Glavis to a more glitzy area, people dressed in silks and clothes covered in jewels. The two of you probably stuck out like sore thumbs you mainly, while Din had the shiny beskar armor you were dressed in layers of clothes. After the Jedi and Grogu left you and Din traveled with the group to see him get turned in from the New Republic before you both took off. It took time with the limited credits Din had from bounties though you put your effort in a pickpocket or two you never told the man. You were able to rebuild a new outfit. Your old one was too ripped up and covered in blood and you didn’t like the memories associated with the clothes.

Din didn’t say anything following your comment the both of you entered a turbolift with a Caskadag inside who moves to stand towards the side far away from the two of you. He could sense the unease in the man. Din glances down at you still reliving his weight off his bad leg, your gaze was straight forward a permanent frown etched on your features. You refused to speak about what happened on Moff Gideon’s cruiser as if the incident never existed but he could see the few moments the mask you put up cracked for just a second. The flash of panic in your eyes when someone touched you without warning, or when he caught you once as they traveled on a train after a bounty your gaze was focused on your hands. You hadn’t realized Din was watching as you flexed your hands curling them in and out of fists tracing the scars on your knuckles. You had completely shattered your knuckles and needed surgery luckily getting it from a medical droid on the cruiser, the little things you thought he didn’t notice he saw.

You were older…more mature. It was only a year from when he met you when you were seventeen but things had changed now. You smiled less, his poor excuses for jokes were met with laughter that didn’t reach your eyes, and you would stare off shutting out the world around you, when you fought you were vicious but you dissociate during them and once they were over your mind was a blur of what you did. He knew whatever Gideon had done to you would stick with you forever but keeping it all in wasn’t healthy. You had too much on your plate with the weapon that is technically yours but now resting on his. The Darksaber, you refused to touch it or glance at it, hearing the history and meaning of owning this weapon. To bring the people of Mandalore together and rule as Mand’alor but you rejected it and the title that weighs you down. He would think back on what that Jedi said when you rejected his offer to go train with him.

“Your connection to the force is driven by your emotions without proper guidance you walk a thin line that can have you fall down the path of the dark side,”

He wasn’t going to force you to train with the Jedi but he was still nervous when in moments punches wouldn’t be held back or threats to quarries weren’t a fear tactic. The turbolift reaches the floor you’re meant to go to and you and Din step forward the music of the lounge fills your ears. Din feels the helpful hand leave his side and he’s forced to limp forward just catching the hood and mask of your cloak coming on and you disappear without seeing where you went. It was a skill you had acquired with still being a target to the small remnants of the empire and it didn’t take long for news to spread of being the ancestor of a famous Jedi and the Mandalore Duchess. It was being hidden from the last bits of the empire that wishes to rid of the jedi, bounties looking for a highly valued bounty, and the New Republic with a possible political player. Din moves towards the private lounge reaching a table covered in an assortment of foods with people surrounding the table.

From the bar, you had a clear view of Din as he spoke to the contractor for the bounty. Raising your hand briefly to the bartender who comes over and a glass of spotchka is slid over to you and you in return place a credit on the bar, your gaze is still focused on Din as he speaks to them and you could sense the frustration coming from the Mandalorian.

“Hey, you wanna buy death sticks?” A voice calls out to you and you glance over at a man standing beside you holding out fluorescent sticks a smirk on his face.

"You don't want to sell me death sticks." You say with a slight wave of your hand and he steps back, "I don't wanna sell you death sticks." He says putting the sticks away.

"You want to go home and rethink your life." You say another small wave of your hand and he looks almost ashamed of his decision, "I wanna go home and rethink my life.” He says and you watch him turn to leave the lounge. You smirk pulling down your mask slightly to take a sip of the spotchka your lips curling at the burn from the liquid. You see Din taking the credits while placing the bag on the table before heading off. You leave the drink at the bar following after him sliding into the lift after him it ascends down. From the corner of your eye, Din examines the burn on his upper thigh.

Leaving the lift you back outside the cool air blows past you as you walk further from the glitz and glam of part of Glavis Ringworld to where the crimes lie and those who don’t want to be found. When there were only your and Din’s footsteps you pull the hood and mask off your face slowly trailing behind the limping Mandalorian. The loud machinery from the railway above you as you move deeper into the industrial layout, you see Din move his hand to his helmet as he scans the alley,

“What do you see?” You ask as he suddenly moves down an alley the sounds of the railways fading away,

“A path..” Din says and you follow after him as he continues after this trail apparently only he can see before you reach a hatch in the wall, “This is the place.” He says as he opens it entering with you close behind the doorway and shutting it behind you. Following down a stairwell that reveals the underneath of Glavis like its own city of metal bridges and platforms under the ring space station. A ladder leads down to a platform but how easy it could be to take a wrong step and fall straight into space and the rusty ladder doesn’t help either. Din heads down first taking it slow, especially with his leg everything was fine until his leg hits the rung and he slips down. Your hand grabs his wrist as you half hang off the top platform as he clutches the ladder.

“Din…are you okay?!” You ask panic in your eyes, it would be so easy to slip and fall off and you had reacted so fast down almost upside down on this ladder your other hand holding onto the railing.

“I’m fine kid,” He hisses in pain in his legs, “I gotta help you though,” He tries moving up to help your hanging body but you shake your head.

“Just head down I’ll be fine.” You reassure him as he painfully heads down the rest of the ladder and once he’s down he looks up at you as you try bringing yourself up but your body is so far off the ladder.

“Kriffff…” You sigh before fixing your grip on the ladder, “Make sure to grab me if I fall and die.” You call out to him, “What do you mean fal-Maker kid!” Din yells seeing you fully flip your body off the platform your hands twisting on the rung as your back hits and you lose your grip falling straight off the ladder. Your hands grip the side of the floor your hold quickly losing and your weightless falling straight into space.

“Shit!”

A harsh grip on your wrist as your held above the vast amount of space and you look up at Din who’s holding you up with one hand, “Give me your hand kid,” You can hear the strain in his voice from holding you with one hand and his leg digs into the metal grating. Swinging your other arm and you grab his arm as he pulls you up and you swing your leg catching onto the platform rolling onto it. You lay on your back trying to calm your heaving breaths as Din sits back trying to calm his own rapidly beating heart, this kid was going to give him a heart attack one of these days.

“Don’t…do that…again.” He pants and you nod holding a thumbs up, “Yeah…thanks for catching me.” You respond weakly before you push yourself to stand holding out your hand to Din, “Come on old man,” You say and you can feel the look he gives you through his helmet but gladly accepts your hand groaning when putting weight on his leg. Heading through the platform as it opens up more area and further ahead on a jutted-out platform you saw the female Mandalorian sitting with her weapons besides her looking to be praying. Din walks forward down a small step but his leg gives out and he grabs his leg, you rush to his side looking over his leg which looked worse.

“Tend to him.” The Armorer calls out and you hear footsteps seeing a very tall and buff Mandalorian compared to Din, “I didn’t know if I would ever see you again.” The man says with a gruff deep voice as he holds a medpack with him,

“Thank you for saving me on Nevarro,” Din says as your hand grazes the burn and he shudders in pain, “Sorry..” You whisper before rubbing your hands on your pants to get rid of sweat, “I don’t know if I’ll be as good as the child when he did it..” You explain before bringing your hand to rest over his thigh and focusing. Breathing through your nose focusing on the breathing and the energy you put it to heal him. Your focus is broken when you’re shoved away from Din falling and you push yourself on your elbows.

“We do not wish for your jedi witchcraft.” The Mandalorian hisses at you and you look at him in shock from the venom in his tone.

“Don’t touch her.” Din tries moving to your defense but groans in pain from his leg.

“Calm yourself Paz Vizsla…the girl is of Mandalore blood.” The Armorer warns him standing up and watching the interaction.

“She does not wear Mandalorian armor. She does not Walk the Way…she is a jedi. She is no Mandalorian.” Vizsla aims his words at you and you can feel his glare through the beskar. His hand moves to point at you and a screech fills the air an orange blade is aimed at him. He recoils back from the heat the blade gives off the kyber crystal producing a powerful and quite destructive blade.

“Touch me again and you will walk no way Mandalorian…” You hiss your body tense on the defensive your threat weighs heavy in the air.

“Kid..” Din calls out and your glare shifts from Vizsla to your guardian, you can feel the look he was giving you and the blade retracts as you quickly stand glaring down at Vizsla. You’re already moving heading off to Maker knows where just wanting to be anywhere but here.

Your legs hang over the platform though no railing might be scary to others you felt at peace having them dangling over the edge. Your fingers trace the raised skin on your knuckles, the shattering pain with each blow you gave flashes of his face and all that blood.

“This is the non-diplomatic option,”

You hiss in pain your hand instinctively rests on your stomach though no scars lie there the memories and the phantom pain forever haunts you.

“Ibic cuyir te ara.” A voice whispers out into the air and you turn towards it finding nothing around you but silence. Swinging your legs back to safety walking on the catwalk back towards the three Mandalorians trying your best to ignore the unease that coats your body.

You can hear large metal moving as you draw closer and you see Din and Vizsla connecting large tubes to what looks like the smelter back in the tunnels on Nevarro.

“Where did you come upon the Darksaber?” Vizsla ponders looking at the weapon attached to Din’s belt, “She defeated Moff Gideon.” Din responds while connecting another tube,

“Then why do you wield it?” Vizsla asks and Din pauses sensing your presence and seeing you have now joined but you sit away from them but certainly in hearing distance. You were leaning against a crate your nose in one of the old texts that you’ve re-read multiple times. He didn’t fully understand some of them not even in Basic but you read them like someone else was hidden within the pages. He saw the disdain and hatred you would give to the weapon he wielded but only for the use of it not as its owner. It’s owner refuses to touch it.

“I can not answer that.” Din replies and they continue working, “Did she kill him.” Hearing Paz’s question his mind could only go back to the light cruiser.

Your fists cave in the warlord’s face the fury in your eyes and blood paints your body. Screams of rage and hysterics as you beat the life out of the man that had tarnished the last glimpse of your innocence. Standing above him the wildness in your face as you hold the Darksaber ready to deliver the killing blow. “He has to die! I’ll kriffing kill him. Gideon has to!”

It was a wrath Din never expected to come from you but you were tainted by that man. Whatever was said to you before Gideon had attacked you was burned into your mind. It was violent and graphic that he hadn’t thought would be occurring to you out of all people, you were kind, compassionate, and caring of others, but Gideon took that from you and he paid the consequences.

“No,” He says shaking his head trying to get rid of those thoughts, “But he was sent off to the New Republic for interrogation, and he will face justice for his crimes.”

“Death would have been justice for his atrocities,” Paz says and Din can’t help to agree. If his priority wasn’t you or the child and the knowledge he has for the New Republic, Gideon’s guts would be spread across that light cruiser.

“This is true. The blood of millions of our kind is on his hands.” The Armorer replies as the smelter powers up flames appearing highlighting the beskar armor.

“Then he will be executed for his crimes by the New Republic Tribunal.” Din says stepping forward as the Armorer moves from the flames to a cupboard, “We shall see. The songs of eons past foretold of the Mythosaur rising up to herald a new age of Mandalore. Sadly, it only exists in legends. Where did you come upon the beskar spear?”

Din moves forward pulling the spear off his back and holding it out for the Armorer to take, “It was the gift of a Jedi. It can block a lightsaber. I used it to rescue the child.” The Armorer examines the weapon hitting it to the ground as the pure beskar rings through the air,

“It can also pierce beskar armor. Its mere existence puts Mandalorians at risk. Mandalorian steel is meant for armor, not weapons.” She says and Din pauses before glancing over at the girl still away from them and the small child off with the Jedi.

“Then forge it into armor.” He says and the female Mandalorian nods, “The Darksaber is a more noble weapon for you to wield. Though the true owner of the weapon should wield this weapon.”

The Armorer puts the beskar spear on top of the smelter glowing a bright red as it heats to a level to melt Din takes a seat before the woman working, “Have you ever heard of Bo-Katan Kryze?” The name has your head perking up, you and Bo-Katan following Grogu’s departure with the jedi had little time to learn of each other. Even then you were practically out of it the world blurring by you as your father’s aunt tried to learn about you and your father but only short sentences or no responses came. Your conversation ended there as Din pulled you away with Cara’s help to get you cleaned up and seen by the medical droid, your blood and…his was still drying on your skin and your knuckles were shattered.

“Bo-Katan is a cautionary tale,” The Armorer explains thinking back on her history of the Kryze House as she pours the melted liquid from a tube into a container to solidify, “She once laid claim to rule Mandalore based purely on blood and the sword you now possess. But it was gifted to her and not won by Creed. Bo-Katan Kryze was born of a mighty house, but they lost sight of the way. Her rule ended in tragedy. They lost their way, and we lost our world. Had our sect not been cloistered on the moon of Concordia, we would have not survived the Great Purge. Those born of Mandalore strayed away from the path. Eventually, the Imperial interlopers destroyed all that we knew and loved in the Night of a Thousand Tears.”

You could feel the tension coming off both Mandalorians and the sadness coming off Din, “Only those that walked the way escaped the curse prophesized in the Creed. Though our numbers were scattered to the winds, our adherence to the way has preserved our legacy for the generations until we may someday return to our homeworld.” The Armorer says before looking back at Din, “What shall I forge?”

Din glances at you and your gaze darts from him having been caught listening in, “Something for foundlings.” He suggests and the Armorer has an idea who one of them is and she nods “This is the way. Who is the other foundling?”

“The child…Grogu.” Din says and his chest aches with the reminder his other foundling was not with him, a part of his heart empty, his clan incomplete.

“He’s no longer in your care. He is with his own kind now.” The Armorer reminds him and the bounty hunter nods, “I want to see him, make sure he’s safe.” He says and the Armorer looks down at the man.

“In order to master the ways of the Force, Jedi must forgo all attachment.” She explains and Din hates to hear that. Was the child meant to let go of both himself and you, just forget to be able to properly train? Was this why you rejected the Jedi’s request? But was he a problem with stopping you from mastering the Force, this attachment you had for him for others?

“That is the opposite of our Creed. Loyalty and Solidarity are the way.” Din replies and the Armorer nods, “What shall I forge for the foundlings?”

You watch behind your book as the Armorer works around the smelter and other equipment clearly in her element and you can’t clearly see what she creates but she works diligently. Your focus is glued to the Mandalorian working away you didn’t notice your own Mandalorian’s presence near you.

“Kid..” Din’s touch is gentle on your shoulder but not accounted for as you stiffen your head snapping towards the foreign encounter. Your body relaxes once you realize it was only Din and you look forward to watching the Armorer work. “Kid.” He calls out again and you hum letting him know you have his attention, “You alright..just with what happened earlier and all.” He asks and your gaze returns back to the man though you can no longer see his face you could imagine the concern hidden behind his helmet, his brows furrowed, a frown painting his mouth, and his eyes filled with worry. You nod trying to reassure him.

“I’m fine Din,” You say trying to ignore the venom that burns your skin from Vizsla’s words, “It made sense to be wary of me, aren’t Jedi and Mandalorians sworn enemies or something.” You avert your gaze.

“Well, some still believe that,” He starts but seeing the hurt in your eyes he quickly backtracks, “I mean...I don’t believe that. You hear me. I could never hate you.” He grabs your hand and your gaze is still forward.

“But I’m no Mandalorian,” You say and Din gives you a look, “Of course, you are you’re-” “I know that physical...yes, I’m from Mandalore..I have the Dark-” You stop yourself before finishing the sentence your gaze briefly meeting the weapon before you quickly look away trying to calm your rapid heartbeat, “But I’m not like you. I don’t wear the armor, I don’t speak your Creed, I don’t walk the way.” An empty laugh leaves you as your gaze looks at the saber attached to your belt, “Could hardly call myself a jedi either.” You neither walked the way of the Mandalorians nor the way of the jedi. Din looks at the defeated look on your face before he stands up,

“Olaror. Laam,” (Come. Up,) He calls out holding a hand and you look at his hand before he gestures for you to take it. You’re pulled to your feet, “See you already understand what I’m saying. Already closer to being Mandalorian.” He says and starts away from the Armorer who is still working away. Following after him finding yourself on the catwalk from before as he stops turning to face you. “Okay come at me.” He holds his hands out and you look at him with a slight form of shock,

“What?” “Come on, no weapons, no powers, just straight fists.” He says and you shake your head, “Din I’m not fighting you,”

“Well, I’m not stopping until you do.” He says and before you could get another word a fist is flying toward your face. Leaning back avoiding the attack as you look at him in shock, “Come on,” He flexes his fist and you look at him before dodging another attack spinning around him so you both are on opposite sides. Your hands flex at your sides watching his movement, his fighting was fluid with powerful strikes while also thinking about his weak spots. There was a reason he was a well-feared bounty hunter. You had only got the jump on him a few times was pure luck on your end. In a real fight against him without using your saber or the force you were screwed.

“Stop worrying,” He calls out, “You know I’m stronger than you in a hand-to-hand fight, but you’re smarter use your wits to help you,” Din says looking over at you and you nod. He aims another punch toward you and you dodge kicking your leg out it connecting with the healing burn on his calf he grunts grabbing your ankle and twisting it forcing you to hit the ground. He tries pinning you but you spin around landing another kick right on the side of his ribs where the beskar plate doesn’t protect him. He’s quick with defense his fist striking against your chest and the wind is slightly knocked out of you as you fall back clutching your chest trying to catch your breath. He stalks towards you his hand grabbing your ankle and dragging you forward. When you’re close to him your free foot kicks against his chest your arms gripping his shoulders and with all your strength you throw him over you. He flips over not expecting it as he hits the ground and you hear a groan come from him. You stand rubbing your hand to your chest as he too stands as well both out of breath he nods,

“Good…you did good.” He says and you nod your breath calming down the pain in your chest now dull. Looking down he notices the Darksaber had unclipped from his belt and he moves to grab it, “You’re smart to target weakness you did good…kid? Kid..?”

You’re frozen looking at the weapon before you. Trapped unable to breathe or move. There was no flight or fight. You could only hear the blood pumping wildly through your body and your head spun making you weak. You felt restrained..back on the cruiser…back with…him. His touch sears your skin his words toxic as they drown you. You were overwhelmed by it unable to move, to think, to breathe, you were trapped within your own body. Bile fills your throat as your hands flex and unflex remembering the pain from your hands trying to focus on anything but what happened…what he did..just him.

“y/n..” You felt hands on your body and you reacted your vision blinded as they collided with something fighting them off and shoving them away. A yell fills the air before arms wrap around you pinning your arms to the side. Your thrash violently screams tearing through your throat as you’re brought to the ground.

“Stop Kid! Y/n…kid! You’re alright breathe!” The voice clears the fear as your hands shake violently gasping for air as hands grab your face forcing you to look at the beskar helmet. “Breathe…breathe.” He says showing an exaggerated inhale and exhale as you copy with your shaky inhales and exhales.

“I...I’m sorry…I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” You frantically apologize trying to push him off, he shouldn’t see you weak. He didn’t need that baggage but he shushes you pulling you into his chest and your hands are like vices clutching the cape on his back your face cool against the beskar. “You’re fine..you’re fine cyar’ika.” He mumbles his hand smoothing over your hair the other rubbing your back gently as you weakly mumble apologies.

“She’s a danger to rebuilding our covert.” Paz Vizsla’s voice makes you jump and Din holds you close to him pulling back to look at the Mandalorian that was breathing heavily with anger. Din had known when you pulled into yourself or dissociated following a fight be cautious around you not sure how you could react. But Vizsla had just appeared and the next thing either of them knew you were shoving the man off the catwalk. Luckily he had his jetpack to return him to safety but it was unprovoked and just instinct. Din had to restrain you when your hand moved for your saber unaware of what you would do when in a state of panic.

“She’s a child and my ward,” Din says ready to fight tooth and nail to keep you safe beside him. Especially against this man for the threat against his clan member.

“She leaves or I will do it myself.” Vizsla threatens, stepping forward and Din shifts putting you behind him aiming his blaster only to get one in return.

“You lay one finger on her-”

“Enough!” The Armorer’s voice breaks through the fight about to break out both lower their blasters before the female Mandalorian turns over to Viszla, “Paz Vizsla, have you ever removed your helmet?” She asks and Vizsla shakes his head firmly,

“No.”

“Has it ever been removed by others?”

“Never.” He says confidently and the Armorer nods, “This is the way.” Vizsla quickly repeats the saying. The Armorer then turns to Din looking at him.

“Din Djarin, have you ever removed your helmet?” Din is frozen and you were fearful about the response. You knew he had…he had taken it off for you and the child. “Have you ever removed your helmet? By Creed, you must vow.” She repeats again when he remains silent.

“I have.” He says.

“Then, you are a Mandalorian no more.” She says and Din moves forward towards the woman, “I beg you for your forgiveness. How can I atone?”

“Leave, apostate.” Vizsla hisses at him stepping forward but the Armorer holds up her hand, “According to Creed, one may only be redeemed in the Living Waters beneath the mines of Mandalore.” She explains as you listen but flashes of an open cave filled with waters return from your memory. But that was only a dream…or a vision.

“But the mines have all been destroyed.” Din replies and the woman looks at him, “This is the way.” She says before holding out something wrapped in cloth and the Darksaber which Din accepts. Looking at the two Mandalorians now an apostate he turns to the girl still on the ground watching the interaction before he helps you to your feet and you give one final look at the pair before following after Din. Returned to the streets of Glavis you look at the silent Manda... bounty hunter as he walks through the streets. Would you be able to call him a Mandalorian anymore? It’s silent as you walk side but side but he leads before you speak up.

“I’m sorry..” Your voice breaks the silence as he glances down at you, “It’s my fault you’re an apostate..if I hadn’t protected the child on Thyton we wouldn’t have been taken…you wouldn’t have to come after us..you wouldn’t have to take off your helme-” “Stop kid.” He cuts your rambling off and you look at him ready for his scolding or just more silence.

“I took my helmet off because I wanted to…our mishaps had nothing to force that.” He says and you nod slowly before your hand slides into his squeezing it and he returns one, “What do we do now..”

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Chapter 5- Lamentis 1

Prologue:https://ilovemarvelanne1.tumblr.com/post/657924038358908928/youre-not-him-loki-x-femreader-prologue

Chapter1:https://ilovemarvelanne1.tumblr.com/post/657924201329672192/youre-not-him-chapter-1

Chapter2:https://ilovemarvelanne1.tumblr.com/post/657925667989667840/youre-not-him-chapter-2

Chapter3:https://ilovemarvelanne1.tumblr.com/post/657926281710665728/youre-not-him-chapter-3

Chapter4:https://ilovemarvelanne1.tumblr.com/post/657927155478659072/youre-not-him-chapter-4

You and Loki just make it through the Time door and you’re…..back at the TVA

“Wait, why are we back here?” Loki asks, confused.

“Loki, she knows where the Time keepers are!” you say and begin running toward the door.

“Wait!” Loki calls out.

“What?” you walk back and ask.

Taking his daggers out of the locker, he looks at you and says, “ Be careful, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Face softening, you smile and say, “ Don’t worry about me, I took on a Mad Titan, I can be careful.”

Loki’s eyebrows go up at the mention of this ‘Mad Titan’ but he doesn’t say anything.

“Come on, let’s go!” you say and run out, him closely following you.

Readying your knives you slowly walk across the corridor, alert and ready to fight. Loki is doing the same except you have your hood on nd no one can see your face. As you keep walking you come across two bodies of some minute-men she killed.

Walking faster, both of you get there just in time.

Flipping your knives, you wait, but the ass can’t help himself.

“ A few questions” He asks, making you roll your eyes.

“ Have you got nothing better to do?” she asks.

“ I agree with her.” you say making her smirk.

Ignoring what you just said, Loki makes his way behind her, “Rude, are you sure you’re a Loki?” he asks, pointing his dagger at her.

“You’re in my way” she says

“You are my way!” Loki quips back.

At this point, you’re leaning against the wall, playing with a knife as you watch the scene unfold.

Finally The Variant unsheathes her Katana and ready to fight, she swings it at Loki, but he dodges it and is pushed back almost colliding with you.

“I thought we could work together, but I see you lack vision.”

Groaning, she ignores him, walking toward the elevators.

Taking the chance you slip up behind her and using the moment, you kick the back of her knees, causing her to double over in pain.

Loki comes and twists her hand behind her, making her grunt in pain.

“Either, you’ll come willingly or not, either way, I get to the time-keepers.”

“ Oh god. Shut up!” she says and wriggles out his grip, kicking him in the stomach before coming over to you.

Slashing her katana over your head, you duck and kick her in the stomach, causing her to be launched backwards, she extends her arms and manages to cut your cheek whilst being thrown backwards.

Loki gets up and making his way toward her, in a low and gravelly voice, he threatens,“ Don’t ever touch her again.” before she pushes him over, the three of you are now fighting, the sound of metal clanging, grunts of pain and the occasional sarcastic quip.

It’s when you have a chokehold on her and she’s pressing her katana into Loki that Ravonna comes in.

“Come any closer and I’ll kill him.” she threatens.

“ Oh hehe, no darling, you hurt him and I’ll kill you,” you reply, which for some reason makes Loki’s heart flutter.

“Go for it.” Ravonna says before making her way towards you.

Just in time, Loki takes The Variant’s TemPad and transports all of you somewhere else.

You wake up to see Loki and The Variant fighting like cats and dogs over the TemPad.

“ Okay, where the fuck are we?” you ask. You’re in a tent somewhere.

“ Y/n! Thank goodness, you’re alright.” Loki says in relief.

Taking your hood off, you look at both of them, just in time to see The Variant’s breath hitch.

“Wow, she’s beautiful” ,you hear her thoughts.

“ Better block your minds both of you, I can hear loud thoughts, thank you, you’re really pretty too.” you say.

Immediately the barriers come up,, making you smirk

“ Thanks.” she says her voice friendlier.

Suddenly, a rock is blasted through the roof, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“ Where did you send us?” you and The Variant say.

Walking out, you immediately recognize the place, purple, rocky and of course, the planet crashing into it

Lamentis 1

“Oh shit! This is Lamentis 1!” you shout.

“Wait what?” Loki asks.

“You idiot!” The Variant shouts, “ We’re in Lamentis 1!”

“I don’t know what that means!” Loki answers, distressed.

“ The moon, that planet is about to crash into and destroy!” you reply.

“Out of all the apocalypses, saved on that TemPad, this is the worst!” she says.

Dodging a few meteorites, the three of you run.

“ No one makes it off here!” she shouts.

“Watch out!” you say pulling Loki away just in time.

“ Sorry Madam, I didn’t have time to scan the brochure!” he shouts back, the three of you taking cover under a rover

“ By the way, I thought you wanted me dead!” he said.

“ I don’t know where you hid that TemPad, but if you blow up, it blows up and then I blow up-There!” she shouted, pointing to a mining shack.

“ So we’re a team now ?” Loki says running out.

“Oh god no!”

Suddenly, the both of them get surrounded with golden wisps of magic and you find yourselves inside the shack.

“What did you do?!” The Variant shouts in your face.

“ Calm down, I teleported the three of us, into the shack, you’re welcome.” you reply face straight and voice monotone.

“Oh, Thanks.” she says awkwardly before touching your forehead, green magic fizzling out.

You can hear Loki shout at her, but you smirk and say, “ Darling take your hands of my forehead, It won’t work.”

“Why?” she asks, her and Loki looking at you in surprise,

“ My mind is too strong, it’s been taken over a few times, so I know how to block it. I’m Y/n by the way.” you reply.

“Huh, cool.” she says before making her way to Loki,

“No way, are you going to try enchanting me!” he says,

“Fine!” she says, unsheathing her katana.

Conjuring twin daggers Loki says, “ Look are we really about to do this here? Again?” he asks

“ Well, what do you propose instead?” she says

“ Oh, I don’t know a truce? Listen neither of us is getting of this rock if we can’t get that TemPad on!” he replies

“Where do you have it hidden?” she shouts

“In my heart!”

“Well then, I’ll cut it out!”

“Nice. very droll, lovely.”

You had had enough of their petty bickering.

“All right! Both of you SHUT UP!” you shout gaining their attention.]

“ I want to get of of this god-forsaken place as much as you do ok? But none of us are getting out of this place if the two of you keep screaming at each other like little children! SO GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER SO WE CAN HAVE SOME CHANCE OF LEAVING THIS PLACE!” you shout at the end.

The two of them have crossed their arms and look like they’re sulking.

“ I don’t know how to charge a TemPad, I never used one, but I do know, that you need a large power source, and the only way to do that is by getting out of this abandoned mining shack. I’ve been here before, and there’s a town up ahead, if we leave now, we might be able to find a source large enough.”

The Variant uncrosses her arms and says, “ Alright, a truce.”

“ A truce.” Loki agrees.

“ Great, now that you finished making up, we can leave, you say and walk out, the two of them following you.

"I like here.” the girl says to Loki.

“ I like her too.” he agrees looking at you.

“ So what’s the plan?” Loki asks the Variant, falling behind both of you.

“What Y/n said, there’s a town near here, and can you shut up, just because I have to work with you, doesn’t mean I want to hear your voice.” she shouts back to him.

“Alright, well slow down!”

“What part of imminent death confuses you? and don’t call me Variant.” she tell him.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not calling some faded photocopy of me Loki.” he says

“Good, cause that’s not who I am now, I’m Sylvie now.”

“Sylvie? Nice name”

“ Thank you! I like yours too!” she says smiling.

“ Oh good, you changed your name! Brilliant!”

“ It’s called an alias.” she says.

“Not very Loki-like” Loki comments.

“ Oh really. what makes a Loki a loki?” you ask

“ Independence, Authority, Style.” Loki lists out.

“ So you naturally went to work for the boring oppressive time-police?” Sylvie pipes in.

“ I don’t work for them, I’m a consultant.”

“Oh, are you now?” you ask smirking.

“ Yes.” Loki says looking at you.

“ You don’t know what you want.” Sylvie says

“ Oh yeah, what about you?” Loki quips back, “ Your years-in-the-making plan was to tear the place down, create the ultimate power vaccuum and then walk away? I’d never have done that!” he says, standing back.

“ Yeah? Well I’m not you.” she replies.

“I like you.” you tell Sylvie.

“ I like you too.” she replies, half-smiling.

Loki looks on, his face a mix of jealousy and disbelief. but who is he jealous of? You or Sylvie?

“ Can we get on with this now?” Sylvie says walking away leaving Loki and you alone.

Smiling at him. you reach your hand out to him, “Come on Lokes, let’s go, Neither of us are dying today.”

His lips quirk up and he takes your hand and both of you walk toward Sylvie, hand-in-hand.

“Brute force is no substitute for diplomacy and guile.” Loki tells Sylvie.

“ Noted” Sylvie says before kicking the door open, only to be blasted by an energy blast.

Groaning, she turns to face the cabin,

“It’s remarkable you ever made it as far as you did.” Loki taunts.

“Are you ok?” you mouth to Sylvie.

Nodding she turns her attention to the lady.

“ Sorry about that!” Loki says

“Don’t be, I enjoyed it.” the lady says, still inside the trailer.

“ Oh..” he chuckles, “ I did too. But I can assure you, despite my acquaintance behaving like an animal, uh we mean you no harm, we’re simply weary travellers.” he says making you facepalm.

“ Sure you are.” She replies.

Snooping inside, Loki spies a picture of the lady and her husband, he then casts an illusion to make him look like the husband, before going to the front.

“ Hello dear.” He says.

“ Patrice?” the lady says, face in shock.

Nodding his head and sobbing, he says, “ It.. it’s been a long time. You’re as beautiful as–”

He too get’s thrown backwards and this time you audibly groan,

“ Ma'am. I’m really sorry what’s been happening to you today, but all we want to know is where everybody is, we just want to get out of this place.” you say.

“ The ark.” she replies.

“ Um.. what?” you ask, confused.

“ The evacuation vessel” she explains.

“Ok, how do we get there?” you ask

“ Train station’s at the end of town, but you’ll never get tickets.” she says.

“ Okay, thank you very much Ma'am, we’ll leave now, and you’ll never see us again.” you replay and walk over to your partners who look shocked.

“And that’s how you do it. Come on, we need to get the train station.”

When you reach the train station, you see a huge crown of people waiting in line to board the train.

“ How are we going to get in there?” Loki asks

“ I can be invisible, so I’m covered.” you say

“ Is there anything you can’t do?” Loki asks, amused.

Apparently I can’t move on-

“ I suck at mathematics” you shrug and tell him.

Biting his lip and laughing, he shakes head.

“ Well, Sylvie we can’t fight our way onto that train, we’re going to do this my way.” saying so, he cast an illusion, now he’s wearing the turtleneck uniform, and shit why does he look so good?

“ Ok, Y/n? Y/n where are you?” he says suddenly panicking.

“ I’m right behind you doofus.” you say, now invisible

“ How do I look?” he asks Sylvie.

“ Like someone with a shit plan.” Sylvie says, making you laugh.

“ Come on, my legs are hurting!” you say.

“ It’s a great plan.” Loki argues.

“Hmmm.” Sylvie hums.

“ Just follow my lead.” he says, taking her arms and leading her inside.

Why the hell am I feeling jealous? They’re basically the same person!

~~( I’m skipping that part, where they get on the train, I hope you don’t mind.“

"I can’t sit, backward on a train.” Loki says.

“Well, I never sit my back to a door.” Sylvie says

“ What there are doors on both sides.” he exclaims.

“ God! Choose where you want to sit, I’m sitting here.” you say, sliding into the empty seat.

Loki immediately sits next to you.

Seeing Sylvie yawn, he says, “ Oh, you a bit tired? Feel free to you know, take some rest.”

“ I can’t sleep in a place like this.” she answers.

“ You can’t sleep in a train?” Loki asks.

“ I can’t sleep around untrustworthy people.” she says.

“ Oh right, that’s us?” Loki whispers.

“ Just you.” she answers smiling at you.

Scoffing, Loki narrows his eyes at you.

Narrowing your eyes back, you make him laugh.

“But, you feel free to take a nap.” she says.

“ Nice try.”

“ I’m not going to waste my time rooting around for the TemPad, when someone taught you fairly decent magic.”

“ My mother.”

You gulp when he mentions Frigga, she reminded you of your own mother, who was shot to death, along with your family.

Sylvie looks around slowly before asking, “ What was she like?”

Smiling, Loki says,“ She was a queen of Asgard, she was good, purely decent.”

“ Are you sure, she was your mother?”

“Uh, no she’s not actually, I was adopted, is that a bit of a spoiler for you? Sorry about that.” He says.

“No, I knew I was adopted.” she replies.

“ What? They told you?”

“Yes. did they not tell you?”

“No!” he says, shocked.

“ Hang on a second, tell me about your mother.”

“ I barely remember her, just blips of a dream at this point.” she says, voice low.

“ You know, when I was younger, she’d do these bits of magic for me, like turn a flower into a frog or cast fireworks over the water. It all seemed impossible, but she told me that I’d be able to do it too, because I could do anything.” He says smiling at the memory.

“ I knew Frigga.” you say.

Loki turns to look at you, “ You-what?”

“ I knew Frigga, she was.. she was amazing, accepting and took me in as her own, even though I had been in Asgard for a few days.”

“ You’ve been to Asgard?” Loki asks, Sylvie listening.

“ Yes, um Mobius didn’t tell you the full story. The first time you went to Asgard, Odin made you come back and stay the at the tower a punishment for around a year, I came a few days before you, and the second time you went and were put in the dungeon, I came along. We were actually really good friends.” friends my ass.

“Wow, We were friends?” Loki asked.

“Good friends.” mmm very good friends

“ So what kind of magic did she teach you?” Sylvie asks.

“ You wanna see?” Loki says suddenly excited.

He opens his hand, palm up, and fireworks of different colours apper and burst, you remember this, it’s what Loki would do to cheer you up.

“ Not bad.” Sylvie comments.

Closing his hand, the fireworks disappear.

“ So, where’d you learn to do the…you knew the thing that you do?”

“ I taught myself.” Sylvie replies.

“ You taught yourself that magic?” you ask

“ Yes, I did.” she replies.

“ What-you just go into their minds and project some sort of illusion?”

“ It’d be easier if I just-” she leans forward as if wanting to touch his forehead.

Enchant me, and take the TemPad and leap out of the train, not thank you.“ he says making you giggle.

” Well then, don’t ask! “ she asks.

A woman comes up and offers champagne, Loki takes two and gives you one.

” Thank you.“ you say

” Your welcome.“ he says leaning in.

” No, thank you.“ Sylvie says,

"I’ll take hers.” he says taking the third champagne flute.

“ Cheers, to the end of the world.” he says and you both drink.

“ A pity the old woman chose die, don’t you think?”

“ She was in love.” you say.

“ She hated him.” he answers.

“ Maybe love is hate.” Sylvie adds.

Making a face, Loki conjures a paper and a quill, “ What was that? Love is hate…” he writes down.

“ Oh piss off!” you and Sylvie say at the same time, before looking at each other and chuckling.

Disappearing the paper, he says, “ So on the subject of love, is there a lucky beau waiting for you at the end of this crusade?” he asks.

“ Yes there is, actually.” she replies.

“ Oh!” you say.

“ Yes, I managed to maintain a long-distance relationship with a postman whilst running across time from one apocalypse to another.” she says jokingly

“ With charm like that, who could resist you?” Loki says.

“ Well, many people are willing in the face of certain doom.” she laughs.“ It was only ever just to keep me going. How about you? You’re a prince, must’ve been would-be-princesses, or perhaps another prince.”

Ha ha! Sweetie, darling, if only you knew, I WAS HIS FIANCE!

“ A bit of both, I suspect the same as you, but almost always, it was nothing ever….” he says.

“ Real.” Sylvie finishes.

“ Love is mischief, then.” she says.

Looking up, he says, “ No, love is..something I need to have another drink about.”

“ You do realize, that we’re about to hijack the power source to a civilization’s only hope?”

Shit. You didn’t realize that.

“ I do.” you and Loki say at the same time.

“ It’s not going to be easy. We should rest.” she says

“ All right, you relax your way, I’ll relax mine.” he says

“ Fair enough.” you add, conjuring up your MP3 and putting the buds in your ears.

“Men trærne danser og fossene stanserNår hun synger, hun synger kom hjemMen trærne danser og fossene stanser,When she sings, she sings come home!When she sings, she sings come home!”

You and Sylvie wake up to loud singing, looking to your left, you see Loki singing and dancing, clearly drunk.

“ Hey!” Sylvie waves.

Waving back, he continues singing and then shushes everyone.

“I stormsvarte fjell

Jeg vandrer alene

Over isbreer tar jeg meg frem

I eplehagen står møyen den vene

Og synger

Når kommer du hjem?”

You remember this, a song you heard Thor and him sing, and you loved it.

The song picks up and Loki starts clapping and dancing, making you smile.

“ To Sylvie everybody!” he cheers.

Finishing his drink, he throws the glass down, shouting, “ ANOTHER!”.

Just like how Thor would do it, every time he finished a drink he liked.

As soon as he finishes, Sylvie and you, walk over and pull him to the side.

“ You’re drunk.” you say

“No, I’m just full, but bear in mind I’m very full. Now, I need you to try this, it pairs very nicely with the Figgy Port, who’s got the Figgy Port? You have to take my word on the Figgy port.-”

“ Where’s your uniform? We’re meant to be laying low.”

“ Nobody cares, it’s the end of the world!” he says

“ I think something’s happening.” you say.

“ Yes, uh that planet” he says pointing up, “ is about to crash into us.”

“ Don’t be an ass, I saw some people looking at you weirdly.” Sylvie says.

“ Huh?” he says dropping the dish, “ When did you get so paranoid?”

“ It must have started when I spent my entire life running from the omniscient fascists you and Y/n work for.”

“ It’s a shame to let that go to waste.” Loki says , looking down at the food he dropped.

“ Hey, change of subject, I thought of an answer to your question! Love is a dagger.” He says his dagger appearing,“ It’s a weapon, to be wielded far away or up close, you can see yourself in it, it’s beautiful, until it makes you bleed, but ultimately when you reach for it,” he continues, turning the dagger so the handle faced Sylvie, who tries to hold it, but it disappears.

“It isn’t real.” she finishes.

“ Yeah.” he says looking at her.

“ So love’s an imaginary dagger?” you ask

“ Doesn’t make sense does it?” he enquires.

“ Nope, terrible metaphor.” Sylvie says.

“ Damn I thought I had something.” he replies

Suddenly a door opens and a few guards walk in.

“ That’s him.” an old man points at Loki.

“ Sir, may I see your tickets?” the guards asks.

“ Tickets! Yes of course!” he raises his hand, only for fireworks to blast out of them making you groan.

The guards take hold of Loki and Sylvie, not coming to you because they didn’t see you.

Taking a glass bottle, you smash it over the head of the guard holding Sylvie, causing him to faint.

Loki kicks the knee of the guard holding him and pushes him away, elbowing the other in the head.

As everyone runs out, two more guards come in and start fighting.

With a blast of magic, you blast a guard out the window and Loki does the same, green and gold mixing together.

One of the guards start choking Sylvie and hold her against a wall.

Taking a dagger, Loki aims carefully, throws the dagger and ….misses, almost hitting Sylvie,

“ What kind of a throw is that?” you said.

Sighing he turns to see another guard trying to fight him, “ Oh will you stop it?” he says, kicking him out the window, “ Bye!” he waves.

Sylvie manages to get out of the guard’s grip and knock him out.

Suddenly two guards grab Loki and throw him out the window.

You and Sylvie look at each other, nod and she jumps out.

The guards them turn to you.

“ Boys, you don’t have to worry about me.” you blast them with a burst of gold before jumping out.

“ So, the TemPad’s gone?” you asked.

“ Yes, all because of this hedonistic jerk-ass clown!” Sylvie shouts, starting to breath faster.

“ Woah, Sylvie breathe, go to the side and take a breath, let all of it out.”

Nodding she goes to the side, where she then screams so loudly, her magic blasts some rocks nearby. She then goes and sits down on a rock.

You and Loki look at each other before going to sit beside her, one on either side.

“ Did the uh, scream make you feel better?” Loki asks.

“It did, you should try it sometime.” she says sarcastically.

You can’t help but recall at how Loki screamed when Frigga died.

“ What now?” you ask

“ I don’t know, he broke the TemPad.” she says

“ Well-” Loki begins

“ -and that planet is about to crash into us.” she continues.

“ Well yes but,-”

“ But what?” she urges

“ But the entire moon is destroyed, right?” he asks

“ Yeah, and everyone on it is killed.” she says

“ Including us.” he says.

“ Including us.” she finishes.

“ Wait, what about the ark?” you ask.

“ The ark is destroyed before it takes off.” she answers

“ Never had us on it.” you say.

Scoffing, she says, “ So what? We hijack the ark and make sure it gets off this moon?”

“ Sounds like a good plan.” Loki says

“Okay.” Sylvie says getting up, leaving you and Loki looking at each other.

“I did not think that would work.” you say.

“ Well it did.” he says getting up and walking after her.

“ Okay fine, you want to know how enchantment works.” Sylvie says, “ I have to make physical contact and grab hold of their mind.”

“ How?” Loki asks.

“ It depends on the mind, most are easy and I can overtake instantly, others the stronger ones, it get’s tricky, I’m in control, but they’re there too. In order to preserve the connection, I have to create a fantasy from their memories, that young soldier from the TVA, her mind was messed up, everything clouded, I had to pull a memory from hundred’s of years prior, before she even fought for them.” Sylvie explains

“ Wait, what?” you ask, “ What’d you just say? Before she joined the TVA?”

“ Yeah, she was just a regular person on Earth.” Sylvie says.

“ But, Mobius said that, everyone who works for the TVA were created by the timekeepers.” Loki said.

“ That’s ridiculous, they’re all variants, just like us, I don’t know about Y/n though.” Sylvie says.

“ They don’t know that!” you say,

'All ticketed passengers-“

” That’s our ride.“ Sylvie says, all of you running towards the town.

” Do we trust each other?“ Sylvie asks.

” Yes, and you can.“ Loki answers.

” Y/n?“

” Yes.“ you answer.

” Good, cause this is gonna suck.“ she says

The crowd is then filled with people who are trying to get on board.

” They’re gonna let all these people die?“ Loki says in horror.

” We’re gonna have to get on there and make sure it takes off!“ Sylvie says.

” How?“ Loki asks.

” We go around!“ she says, and you and Loki run towards her.

He holds her back and runs with her, and you feel it again.

NOT THE TIME TO BE FEELING JEALOUS

Taking a deep breath, you teleport to where they are, not wanting to lose them in the crowd.

The moment you reach them, meteorite crashes into a building, making all of you fly backwards.

” Y/n?! Are you alright?“ Loki asks.

” I’m fine.“ you say shortly, ” Where’s Sylvie?“

” Here.“ he says pulling her up and running inside a bar.

You run after them, to see a man pulling Sylvie’s cloak off her and about to kick her back, when you grab him by his neck and pull him backwards, kneeing his back, making him fall and shout in pain.

Running out of the bar, all of you find a place behind a garbage dump, to take a breather, before running again.

You’re almost there, when you see a building about to fall on all of you.

” I’ve got it!“ Loki says, using his magic to make the building go back to where it was.

” Come on! We can still make it!“ you say and run with Sylvie, Loki following.

You’ve just reached, when a meteorite crashes through the ark, destroying it.

All hope lost, you turn back and walk out, Sylvie following.

Shit.

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