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Learnset # 3 | Thor Would Like to Learn a New Move!

“Thoooor, c’mon let’s go home already. You promised!” After a long day of them exploring the city, Glitch was tired out, not that he could blame her, he could feel a bit of exhaustion beginning to settle in his bones also as he walked. There’s an insistent tugging at his ears that the bigger mouse has grown far too used to, so he doesn’t pay it any mind, not even when its followed by a harsh nip and impatient jolt of electricity that does nothing more than send a ticklish tingle through his system. He does nothing more than twitch a little before wiggling his ears a bit playfully, which causes Glitch, who currently had her teeth sunk into his left appendage to giggle.

“I know, I know kiddo. Just gimme a second,” he murmurs, front paws and nose pressed firmly to the cool glass of the window he leaned against while his eyes were glued to the television screen sitting in the window. The door was wide open to allow customers to enter, thus allowing his heightened senses to pick up the sounds from the TV. There was a battle between two humans going on, and normally he wouldn’t give the fight much thought, but one of the humans had a Raichu, so of course, he had stopped, obviously wanting to see how that played out. Even Glitch had stopped nibbling at his ear for a moment to watch the fight, entranced at the battle.

“Raichu, Reflect!”

X0X0

With the sun having already set and the sky beginning to darken, the duo finally made it home after an eventful day spent in the city. The second Thor enters the den, Glitch jumps down from her perch in between his ears with a laugh and darts straight to their nest, running around in a tight circle a few times before falling back on the pile of leaves with an audible thwump. Thor watches the Pichu with a fond look in his eye as he pads over, grabbing a few berries from their stockpile along the way. Once situated on their bed, he drops the fruit in front of Glitch and settles down on his stomach, reaching out with an arm to pull the smaller mouse close in between his forepaws so he could proceed to bathe her while she ate.

They work in comforting silence, with Glitch pushing the remainder of her berry into his mouth while he’s in the middle of finishing cleaning up her face. He chuckles before chewing and swallowing the piece of fruit, while she giggles playfully. He nuzzles at her chin and presses his yellow cheek sac against her pink one. The two electric rodents trade warm affectionate sparks before pulling away. Glitch then leans back, tucking herself right in between the space where Thor’s head meets his neck, it’s her second favorite spot to sleep after Thor’s belly. He shifts his arm a bit closer so he could rest his head on the brown tipped appendages, and the movement shifts his child a little from her space tucked away in his shoulder, but it doesn’t bother her, rather she settles even more deeply against the taller, beginning to drift off to sleep with a wide yawn.

“Mnya, gnight Thor~”

“Night Glitch.” It doesn’t take long for the Pichu’s breathes to even out and eventually slow, indicating her deep sleep. Thor isn’t too far behind her, though his mind can’t help but think back to the match they watched from earlier. After the trainer’s Raichu had used Reflect against their opponent and successfully blocked the attack, she suddenly called the mouse back.

Disappointed by the sudden disappearance of their biased Pokémon, Glitch began groaning about leaving again, and Thor couldn’t help but agree. There was no point in sticking around if the Raichu wasn’t gonna be there, so as he lowered himself back on all fours about to walk away, he hears the trainer suddenly call out an unfamiliar move that has his ears lifting and his attention focused on the screen window with an interested gaze.

The scene replays over and over in his head.

“Electrode Magnet Rise!” Thor watches as thin bolts immediately begin to form around the electric type steadily beginning to lift the owner slightly off the ground. Electrode, moments later then pushes its energy out even further, destroying bits of the field around it which then also begin to float in the air. He listened how the trainer explains that they use this move as a counter to ground types, therefore negating its only weakness.

After that, the fight was practically over before it began, with Electrode obliterating its opponent with its speed and maneuverability. Once the match was over, and the woman with the Raichu and Electrode won, Thor finally decided to head back home, but he was in awe of that move. As the bigger Chu finally settles down and begins to drift off to sleep as well, there was only one thing on his mind.

Magnet Rise.

He wanted to learn it.

X0X0

Trying to teach yourself a new move that you’ve only seen once and had no idea how it worked was the worst. Thor was having no luck with figuring out Magnet Rise, he didn’t even know where to begin, and none of the Pokémon that lived nearby could help, and aside from Elysia and her group and Izzy, Thor’s electric type connections around the forest was very limited.

As days went by without much progress Thor was just about ready give up, maybe learning Magnet Rise was simply not to be. He sighs somewhat dejectedly as he sits resting by the stream not too far from his den. Although it was another hot day and their den was much cooler, the Raichu had wanted a bit of fresh air and something to drink, but as he sat staring at his reflection he began thinking about his lack of progress towards learning this new move, which is why he’s just sitting by the water.

After a few moments of absolute silence he hears the faint sound of wings flapping in the distance, then a familiar squawking.

“Thor! Hey—Thor!” The rodent lifts his head off the ground and looks towards the noise, eyes squinting a bit as he sees the shadow of Fearow, one of his few non Chu esque friends that lived around here. The Beak Pokémon soon flies closer then softly lands a few feet from the other.

“Fearow? What are you doing here?” He blinks in confusion, having assumed the other would be tucked away in his nest today. He knew the avian didn’t really enjoy being out when it was hot, like most of the forest dwellers that lived around here, and didn’t leave his nest unless it was necessary.

“I found you a teacher!” Fearow's large wingspan expanded a bit as he stretched out his feathers excitedly while explaining. “You said you weren’t having much luck learning that new move, right?” The shorter of the pair nods slowly before realizing what his friend had said.

“W-Wait, you said you found me a teacher?”

“GREETINGS!” A garbled and mechanized cry reaches his ears, causing the rodent’s long appendages to twitch as he slowly deciphers what was being said. His gaze then shoots over to the Magneton hovering towards them, it raises one of its magnets in what Thor believes to be an impression of a wave.

“WE ARE MAGNETON!” It takes Thor a moment to understand the others speech, Magneton and its evolutions didn’t share the somewhat universal language he and many other Pokémon spoke, the magnets spoke in beeps and staticky sounds that mimicked their speech patterns.

“Uh, hi. I’m Thor,” he gives a small smile before he moves to sit up on his haunches and lift a paw in order to wave back politely.

“GREETINGS FRIEND THOR! FRIEND FEAROW SAYS YOU NEED HELP? LEARNING NEW MOVE?”

“Oh!” He stumbles a bit, not expecting Fearow to bring along another mon to help him learn the move. He looks a bit sheepish as he scratches at the side of his face absently with a paw. “Uh yeah, I’m trying to learn this attack called Magnet Rise, but I don’t know how.. to start?

“NOT TO WORRY! WE CAN TEACH YOU! VERY SIMPLE!”

Thor looks a bit skeptic, was it really that easy?

“WHEN WOULD YOU LIKE TO BEGIN?”

“Uhm... could we start--like, now?”

“AFFIRMATIVE! BEGINNING TRAINING SESSION!”

X0X0

The sound of static crackling fills the cool afternoon air as Thor’s frame is covered in thin bolts of electricity, which then shoots towards the two small objects he was told to try and make float. The sparks of electricity merely bounce all over the stone and leaf before fizzling out and dispersing into the air.

Thor lets out a groan as his move once again, fails.

That’s the fifth time today.

It was not as simple as Magneton said.

“FOCUS THOR!” Says Magneton from his spot hovering a few feet away. “REMEMBER OUR SUGGESTIONS!”

Right, it had been weeks since they first started training. Several long frustrating weeks of Thor trying and failing to lift even the tiniest and lightest of objects with his electromagnetism. The good news is, he’s no longer putting out too much energy and accidentally burning up the fallen leaves and exploding pebbles.

Magneton had explained to him that all electric type Pokémon naturally generated their own kind of magnetic fields and once able to tap into that field, one could learn to manipulate it and change how their electric currents interacted and reacted to the environment around them.

He’d managed to locate his magnetic fields, the electric currents around it had felt different than the usual energy he put out. Where his natural electrical energies were strong and had somewhat of a sharp sizzling feel to it, his magnetic energies almost felt light and airy, and cool. Now after finding them and being able to tell the difference between the two energies, it was simply a matter of manipulating it for his own personal means.

That’s where the leaves and stones came in. The objects were small enough that their magnetic fields are easier to manipulate and levitate for practice. As Magneton’s words to focus and concentrate echo in his head, the orange rodent shakes his head and tries again, releasing another set of thin sparks.

As the electricity travels and jumps along the stone and leaf, he takes a deep breath and concentrates, pushing out his own energies to connect with the two objects. As he’s focusing and probing, he suddenly feels something. Eye ridges furrowing Thor chases that odd sensation and latches onto it. Then, like a lock clicking into place, the Raichu feels his energy shift.

The crackling sound released from his sparks grows louder and begin to jump sporadically around the pair of items. Thor’s eyes grow wide as he gasps in amazement when the rock and leaf start to raise slightly off the ground. They hover for several seconds then fall back to the floor, barely any indication that they’d been moved.

But, both Thor and Magneton saw it.

Thor was vibrating with excitement, a wide smile split across his face while turning to face Magneton.

“Hah...aha! HA! I did it!” With a loud whoop, he leaps into the air arms extended. “WHOO! I DID IT!”

X0X0

After finally being able to lift the stone once, Magneton had Thor immediately try again. His second time was a bit shakier than the first, he managed to lift the leaf and rock, but not for as long as the first time. Magneton says that while this is great progress he still needed to practice and learn to focus more.

He’s got the basics down but now he needed to improve on that and still work on trying to make small objects levitate before trying to lift himself or anything else, as Thor had immediately asked if he could do exactly that some time after he’d finally lifted the leaf and stone.

A few more days of training sessions pass, with Thor gradually getting the hang of using Magnet Rise. He’s been lifting up small pebbles and juggling them for fun as practice. With the goal being to make sure the stones never hit the ground. It’s during that time that Magneton decides it's time for him to leave.

“Hey wait!”

Concentration now broken, the small pebbles that had been hovering around Thor soon fell to the ground, but the mouse paid no mind to that, instead approaching his new electric friend who’d proven to be a great teacher. “You’re leaving already?” He knew Magneton would eventually have to leave, but the mouse had grown kind of attached to the metal mon.

“WE MUST GO!” The magnets beep, bouncing a bit in the air with a slight buzz. Thor has learned during their spent time together that certain noises Magneton made was an indicator of an emotion, like the soft buzzing sound meant they were happy. “TASK ACCOMPLISHED! NEW MOVE ACQUIRED!”

Thor lets out a thoughtful hum, expression falling momentarily before he nods a bit. He supposed Magneton had a point, they had only come here with Fearow to help him learn a new move and nothing more, for all the mouse knew, Magneton might have family waiting for them wherever it was they’d come from. It wasn’t right of him to be selfish and ask the other to stick around any more considering they’d already spent so much time together already.

“DO NOT WORRY FRIEND THOR! WE WILL VISIT AGAIN! TAKE CARE!”

He couldn’t help but smile and clench his paws into determined fists. Right, this was only goodbye for now. That’s not to say he’d never be able to see Magneton again, there was always next time.

“Bye Magneton! Thanks for everything!” He waves the steel type off as they float away into the distance. Thor then turns back towards the fallen rocks he was messing with and sends out a thin trail of sparks to surround them. The stones lift high in the air above the mouse as he watches from below with a satisfied grin.

If he worked even harder, soon he’ll be able to lift himself, and maybe even the field around him as well.

Just like Electrode!

And maybe, someday he’d be able to float even longer in the air without even thinking about it. All of these ideas were nothing but future obstacles he’d have to overcome.

Man he couldn’t wait...

Congratulations!

Thor learned Magnet Rise!

#Thor || [headcanon] || nasty plot #prompts || [drabble]#oof its finally done #Now Thor's got the basics of the technique down and can only lift small things through threads I’ll show his progress towards mastering it!

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realityhelixcreates · 5 years

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Lasabrjotr Chapter 23: The Workers of Sacred Metal

Chapters: 23/? Fandom: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: None Relationships: Loki x Reader (Let’s try this again) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Reader, Brunnhilde(Marvel), Thor(Marvel) Additional Tags: Post-Endgame: Best Possible Ending (Canon-Divergent), Here Have More Hedacannons, Loki Can Be Thoughtful, Thoughtfulness is A Form Of Scheming After All, Reader is Always Curious, Nidavellir Has The Potential to b Really Cool. Summary: Reader returns in triumph, Loki goes into Teacher Mode.

Loki kept his expression polite and even as Andsvarr presented him with the gift of a cinnamon roll, but internally he was dancing. A treat for him! From you! Yes, it seemed like several others were also receiving them, but he had got one, and that was the most important part.

He took it back to his desk, shoved the papers aside, and dug in.

Paradise.

Loki had never tasted a cinnamon roll before. Humankind had created such an incredible variety of pastries; it would probably take many years to sample them all. This was a good start. This was the best start!

He let himself melt away into silly little daydreams. Your flour-dusted apron, your shining eyes, your deft hands, kneading the dough. Wiping your face, smearing your cheek with flour.

Himself reaching out to wipe it away. You leaning into the touch instead of shying away. You don't hate him. You make him cinnamon rolls.

Loki was brought back from his lovely reverie, by an insistent knocking. With an irritated sigh, he rose, and found Andsvarr at the door, with a wide-eyed young child.

“Your Highness, she says that-”

The child began babbling, and all Loki could really make out was that you had been struck by Stormbreaker out on the Valkyries field, and now you could not get up.

He dashed down the hall at a dead sprint, not caring who might see. Stormbreaker weighed around ninety pounds. It was solid uru and living wood, nearly always charged with electricity. There was no angle on the thing that wasn't deadly.

Would he actually feel it, if you died? Would the rune flare, or fade, would he feel pain, or a sudden emptiness? Or would he be unaware, until someone like that child back there informed him?

He did feel a tugging on the mark, as he approached, gravel crunching and flying under his boots. Brunnhilde and his brother were kneeling in the field, while the trainee Valkyries huddled at a distance.

What nightmare awaited him? A crushed or mangled corpse? Was he to lose you now, after everything? After surviving an assassination attempt, did you now fall to an accident? Was there to be no reconciliation, the half-eaten cinnamon roll your parting gift to him?

The knot tightened in his chest with every speedy step. Thor and Brunnhilde moved away at his approach, leaving him to kneel next to you. You were shivering violently, and he nearly collapsed onto the ground next to you in sheer relief. Shivering meant life!

He gathered you into his arms, cradling you to his chest. The Valkyries were watching, but he didn't care. All of Asgard could see, and he would not care. As your shivering subsided, he felt the satisfaction of a purpose fulfilled, a service that only he could provide. You sighed softly, delivered from the discomfort of magic fatigue.

“Thor...”Loki growled. Thor made a nervous noise and glanced at Brunnhilde, who answered with a look that said he was on his own.

“You hit her with Stormbreaker?” Loki accused. “What in the soaring, glacial hel were you thinking? You can't swing that thing at mortals!”

“I didn't!” Thor defended. “I absolutely didn't! I would never!”

“The child said you did!”

“Valda may have been mistaken.” Brunnhilde cut in. “I should have sent someone older. He's right, he did not swing at her. Use your head now, you can tell he's not lying!”

Loki harrumphed and turned away from them both. Yes, he could tell. But this had left him agitated, defensive, like a ruffled rooster.

You cracked your eyes open to gaze tiredly up at him. “I did it.” You whispered. “I did the magic all on my own. I'm...seidkona...” You yawned wide.

“You did? Is that what happened?”

“Yes.” Thor said, smiling fondly. “Stole it from my grasp and brought it right to herself. It was too heavy for her to hold, though, and it knocked her down.”

Loki stood, lifting you easily in his arms. “You shouldn't be out here in the dirt. I will take you somewhere better. I've...Well, I've redecorated your room. Would you, perhaps, like to go there? I can also take you to Bjarkhild, or back to the Valkyrie's barracks, or wherever you would like, of course.”

“Redecorated?”

“Yes. Would you like to see? I've wanted to get your opinion on it. It's not quite finished, but we've got all the basics laid out.”

“I'd like to see.” You agreed. “I don't think I'll be walking around much more today.”

He didn't bother trying to hold back his smile. “Then let me see to your needs today. In exchange for the gift you gave earlier.”

“You got the cinnamon roll?”

“Is that what it's called? Such a simple name for such blessed ambrosia.”

“Oh, you don't have to...It's just a simple recipe my Nana taught me...”

Loki could practically feel the heat radiating off your face. Was that all it took to make you show him that adorable flustered expression? Just flowery compliments? If he'd known that, he would have taken a different approach.

He headed off the training field. Aides and secretaries approached, but seemed to unanimously decide to present their business at a later time, leaving him free to carry you back to your room. You hardly recognized it. There was color. Blue, and green, and gold, and silver, predominantly, with the bed in a warm terra cotta. That bed looked so soft and inviting now, with it's fluffy pillows and heavy comforter.

Loki sat you down on it, and you wiggled your way slowly under the blankets.

“Will you tell me about this Nana, of yours, who taught you the mystical art of the cinnamon roll?”

“Wow, you really liked it, huh? Well, Nana wasn't really my Nana, she was my aunt. Mom died when I was still a baby, and Beth was my aunt. She always wore yellow, so when I was a little kid I tried to call her Banana Beth, but it just came out Nana Beth. She taught me how to bake. She wanted kids, but she thought it was better that she didn't have any...Um. I should tell you, there's a medical condition that runs in my mom's side of the family. I might die early.”

Loki took your hand. “Not while I breathe.”

“Ah, um.” Your gaze fell. “It's not that simple. It's brain stuff, there's not much that can be done about it.”

He placed his other hand over the top of yours, forming a little shell of sincerity and reassurance. “I promise you that we can. We have the knowledge, we have the technique. Put that fear to rest. You will not die of any tumor. I will not allow it.”

“You can just...decide that.”

“Yes.”He assured you. “I can.”

“Well...that's...um. Ok.”

The face you wore now was less embarrassed, but no less adorable.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Like I bench-pressed an elephant. My arms feel so heavy; my whole body does. I know I'm gonna have a bruise. What is that thing made of anyway?”

“Stormbreaker? It's made from uru.” Upon your stumped expression, he held up the illusion of a lump of metallic stone. “It's a very rare metal, very hard to find and even harder to work with. There is none naturally occurring on Earth, and unlike nornbein, it cannot even be artificially created here. It comes from stars that have destroyed themselves by becoming supernovas. Hence it's rarity. Not many stars do that, and some of those that do, then go on to become black holes, which consume all the uru. Thus, we must find stars that have exploded powerfully enough to create uru, but not so powerfully as to swallow it all. And of those, some form nebulae, and new planetary systems, all of which are difficult to navigate, especially when one is looking for lumps of metal that can be of any size, and separated by millions of miles. Mjolnir was made of uru as well, and my father's spear, then gilded in nornbein.”

“The hammer? Whatever happened to that?”

“Eh, I'll show you later if you'd like. There is a hall we have set aside for Asgardian history, and there are several things resting there that I might show you.”

“I think I'd like to. It would be good to know more history. I mean, I guess that's going to be expected of me now. How do you work with uru, if it's so hard? Special forges?”

Loki smiled. “Oh yes. The most special of forges, unlike any others. Behold, Nidavellir.”

The image formed in his palms, cradled like a pearl.

You leaned forward to get a better look at the illusion. There was a strange light, and an even stranger ring-shaped structure surrounding it.

“Is...is that a star?” You asked, pointing at the little light pulsing slightly in the center. Loki nodded. “How?” You exclaimed. “That space station or whatever would have to be gigantic! Like, beyond reason!”

“Oh, no no. This is a neutron star. It's what you get when a collapsing star is too big to make a white dwarf, but still too small to create a black hole.” Loki explained. “This one is about the size of one of your larger cities. This ring is rather like the outlying suburbs that surround your cities. So yes, the structure is impressively large, but not quite to the degree you are imagining. This was the last of the eight realms to be added to the count, discovered by my father shortly into his reign. Being so small, neutron stars are not so easy to locate, though it does seem that even human technology has been able roughly estimate where some are.

But when Odin found this one, when he realized what he was looking at, he refused to attempt to conquer them through any violent means. Though there were protests, he could not bring himself to destroy even one member of a race capable of such craftsmanship. This star created the largest amount of uru in all of Yggdrasil, and the entire ring is made of it. The Dvergar that live within it have plenty more stored away as well. They are the only people we know of that can smith the metal.”

“Why?” You asked. “What's so different about the way do it?”

“For one thing, they have a resource that no one else does. They use the star to power everything. The radiation of a neutron star is enough to melt uru for forging. They are also the only people who can withstand that radiation themselves. Someone like myself could not stay for long on Nidavellir. Perhaps only to make an order, or to pick it up. And as for you...well, unfortunately this is another realm I can never take you to see. You'd burn in minutes.”

“Oh. Uh, yeah. No thanks. So how did they become one of your realms, if they were never conquered?” You asked. Loki couldn't help but notice the disapproval you placed on the last word. He understood that you found the concept distasteful, but didn't quite understand why. The entire history of your species was one of conquest. Not a single tribe or clan in all of human history was innocent of it.

But there must always be those who try, mustn't there? There must always be those who think and act differently. There must always be a new way. That was the kind of thing that resonated with him.

“Through trade and treaty. We could offer them things they could not get on their own, such as other kinds of metal, not native to the system, and also safe escort to other worlds.” At the inquisitive tilting of your head, he continued. “The Dvergar never managed more than very local space travel, just enough to sweep their system for all the materials it held. Mostly, they had uru, iron, and nickel. That was pretty much it. We brought in metals that, to them, were bizarre and exotic. They loved it! We also provided transport to other worlds, and kept them safe until they went home. You might well imagine that there were plenty of people out there who wanted their own, private, uru-smith, or who wanted to destroy the workers of the metal, so that it couldn't be used against them. And so, a Dvergar abroad is in danger all the time, and they are very limited in number.

So, often for only the price of the materials, they provided us with the finest metal crafts Yggdrasil has ever known. They created Stormbreaker and Mjolnir, my mother's sword and my fath-my spear. Several of my knives, and the enchanted berserker's staves. The Valkyries weapons as well, though only one of those is still extant. And that's just the weapons! We gave them silver, gold, and platinum, and they created the most exquisite artworks. We gave them copper and bronze, and they created the finest wire, the most delicate mechanisms.

Of course,” He said regretfully. “That treaty with them is now null. We can no longer provide them safe escort, or metals in any quantity, so I feel our usefulness to them is at an end. Even when we get the bifrost running, I know of nothing we can offer them that they would want.”

“It couldn't hurt to talk to them though.” You said. “Let them know how your circumstances have changed, and why. You lost your whole world after all, surely there can be some arrangements made. Especially if there's no bad history there.”

“Now that's what I like to see in a seidkona.” Loki praised gently. “Optimism, and a willing-to-try attitude. This is what we need in this time, in this place.”

“Oh, uh, um, thanks.” You mumbled, looking shyly aside.

Oh yes, that was fun.

“How did they make it?” You asked. “The ring I mean.”

“From what they tell, they originally lived on the belt of asteroids that it has replaced. They built bridges linking the larger asteroids together, with their little, local ships, and gathered up the smaller ones as they went. And they just kept building, and gathering, and expanding, until they had an entirely enclosed ring around the star, built up out of the very asteroids that once orbited freely. Technically it is the asteroid belt, only now in the form of one of the most stable structures in the galaxy.”

“I'd like to meet one, someday.” You said idly.

“They are not a handsome people. Also secretive and quite brusque. If they truly evolved on the asteroids, and were separate most of the time, that only makes sense. There are only about thirteen-hundred of them in all, and though they can share a fierce camaraderie when a challenge is laid before them, they more often go for decades without seeing each other. Just working away at whatever project occupies their thoughts at the time. They, unique among all the eight realms, are not a social species. However,” Loki amended, thinking that perhaps he was painting the Dvergar in too negative a light. “They are the ultimate crafters, perhaps in all the universe. They do not know cruelty, or war, only creation. They are honorable people; a Dvergar will never go back on their word, nor ever present less that perfect craftsmanship for trade. And though they are short of speech, that does not mean they are impolite, or inhospitable. Just that they do not share personal information, and they do not waste words.”

You lay back against the pillows, and Loki let the little image dissipate. You looked tired. Perhaps he should let you sleep now, and make the room your own.

“You can use a spear?” You asked suddenly.

“What? Yes, I can. I am trained in the use of a variety of weapons. Most of us are; we simply have weapons that we prefer over others. I like the swiftness and precision of small blades, Thor prefers something heavy enough to destroy armor and knock foes down, and father preferred...distance.”

“And you inherited your father's spear? Is it just because the king doesn't like to use it?”

“Sort of. My brother bequeathed it to me in something of a ceremonial act. Every king since Buri has held that spear, but it was given to me in acknowledgment that I was king before Thor. Also that he intended to break certain traditions, and also because I use it better than he does.”

“Can I see your spear?”

Loki kept his face very carefully neutral. He definitely should not say that you already had, no, he should absolutely not say that. You were tired, and not thinking about your phrasing.

“Later, yes. It is being kept in the History Hall. I'll show you the whole thing. Who knows, perhaps someday you will find mention there. The first human member of the royal court. A bridge between us and Midgard, in this dawning of a new age...”

But you were already asleep.

“Oh. Well. Being the first of anything is always difficult.” Loki whispered, drawing the blankets up around your shoulders. “I know. It's confusing, and there are no instructions, no rules. You must make your own. Tomorrow.”

He left just as you began to softly snore.

*****

You walked the road along the fields, whistling cheerily to yourself. Your garden hoe across your shoulders, a spade in your tool belt, and a song in your heart, you crossed over to an empty plot.

These were not the fields of home; there was no corn to be seen, and the white and purple flowers of Iceland dotted the verge. This was more of a community garden, and each plot bore strange plants, significant to the person who grew them.

You had no seeds, but intended to work the soil of your little plot, so that it would be ready whenever you got some.

You chopped at the soil with your hoe: how dry and hard it had become! How stony from neglect! Nothing had grown here for a long time, but soon it would. Just as soon as you had all the supplies...

You saw Loki approaching from a distance, resplendent in the heat shimmer, the eternal summer sun glinting off his fine armor, his gilded horns. In all his finery he came to you, and said nothing, just held out a handful of seeds. You did not recognize them, did not know what kind of plant would spring from them, but you decided to take a chance on them. You sprinkled them carefully over your plot, Loki standing silently at your side.

What would grow? What would it say about you? And would it be what you needed? Only time, care, and tending would tell.

You rolled over in your sleep and snuggled a pillow. You could almost smell the freshly turned earth.

#loki x reader #loki (marvel)#thor (marvel)#brunnhilde (marvel)#valkyrie (marvel)#lasabrjotr

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fandomwtightsunderneath · 6 years

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Worthy of Thor’s Power | TO

Summary: During the Age of Ultron hammer scene. After the party has fizzled down to just the Avengers, everyone questions the authenticity of Mjolnir. Everyone, tipsy or otherwise drunk enough, has a go at seeing whether they are worthy of Thor’s powers.

A/N: Hey guys! This is going to be my first ever tumblr fanfiction! I’ve been SUPER obsessing over Marvel (THANKS FOR NOTHING RUSSO BROTHERS!) recently. Seriously... I’ve been reading anywhere from Bucky to Loki fanfics. And I’ve got to say I’m really impressed with the caliber of writing skills found here. So I’m going to give it a whirl. I’m super shocked that there are not more Thor fanfics, supremely under written Avenger.

Word Count: 1297

Warning: Avengers: Age of Ultron spoilers, drinking, some swearing

“But it’s a trick.” Clint sniped.

All of the guest had already left the party, leaving Earth’s Mightiest Heroes to talk and drink amongst themselves. It had been a while since they could just sit around together and relax, without any impending dooms.

Somehow the conversation had turned to the legendary hammer that sat upon the coffee table. Honestly, while it was just sitting there it did look harmless, almost like a conversation piece.

Thor couldn’t help but chuckle, “Mjolnir was forged in the heart of a dying star, millenias of spells and advanced forgemenship only allows someone with a selfless heart to wield it. And he - ”

“Or SHE!” Natasha piped in.

“Sorry… And he or she who will wields it, shall have the power of Thor, if they be worthy. Whoever wields Mjolnir shall be worthy of sitting on the throne of Asgard.” Thor took a swig from his flask before passing it off to Steve.

Getting drunk for Steve was nearly impossible, but thanks to Thor’s Asgardian mead he began to feel a little tipsy.

“You feeling alright there Stevie?” [Y/N] inquired from across the couch.

Steve just gave you a quick thumbs up before taking another long swig of the flask. Satisfied with his answer you turned back to the conversation you were having with Maria and Natasha.

You had only just joined the Avenger Initiative, but you had been training with Shield for a couple of years now. They had been a little apprehensive with you joining the team, but you had proved your worth to them when you had saved Natasha’s life during a not-so-routine reconnaissance mission a few months back. After that they had welcomed you with open arms.

“Whatever man, it’s a trick!” Clint continued his argument.

Chuckling once more Thor motioned over to the hammer, “well… please be my guest.”

Suddenly the room quieted down. Everyone’s eyes were either honed in on the hammer, Clint, or Thor. You had been sort of shocked with how willing Thor was with his weapon, considering the room was filled with heroes - if anyone was worthy of picking it up, it had to be someone in this room.

Clint rose from his seat, eyeing the hammer.

“Clint. It’s been a real tough week. We won’t judge you if you can’t get it up.” Tony joked.

Everyone snickered at Tony’s immaturity. Clint wrapped his hand around Mjolnir’s handle, testing the weight. Only to find that the hammer was unliftable.

“Moment of silence for Clint guys,” Tony continued to joke.

“Please, by all means Stark. Give it a go.” Clint challenged.

“Alright. I’m not one to shy away from a challenge.” Tony stood from his seat, “it’s just basic physics, if I can lift this I can rule Asgard?” Tony queried.

“Of course.” Thor nodded.

“Poor Asgard if he does lift it.” You joke, everyone laughing with you.

As Tony’s hand grasped the handle, he braced himself against the coffee table. Again the hammer didn’t move an inch.

Tony’s failure sparked something within the Avengers. They weren’t sure whether it was because they are intoxicated enough or that here was a true challenge.

Everyone decided to have a go at lifting the legendary hammer.

First Clint. Then Tony. Then Tony again with one of his gauntlets. Then Tony for a final try with both his and Rhodes’ gauntlets. Then Bruce took a whack at it, feigning losing control of the big guy - he did make a couple of the guys jump.

Steve decided to test his heart, rolling up his sleeves. Grasping the handle with both hands, he gave the hammer a hard pull. Thor’s eyes bugging out for just a second when he saw Mjolnir move just a smidge. He relaxed again when a smidge was all the hammer would move for Steve.

You couldn’t help but silently giggle at Thor’s reaction. His eyes quickly found your’s. Amusement filled his eyes. You suddenly found your hands interesting, breaking the connection. You could feel your cheeks heating up.

You had only been on the team for 6 months, but during that time you had developed a small crush… okay… it wasn’t a small crush, on the Norse god. He had only been back the team for a couple of weeks, but during that time he had spend a good deal of it with you. It started out with asking him to spar with you, somehow you managed to take him down. He had been so impressed that he offered to teach you some Asgardian techniques. It spiraled into coffee breaks where he’d tell you stories of Asgard, the Nine Realms, and even stories of his previous triumphs. It saddened you to know that he’d have to leave soon, he did have a kingdom to serve.

Everyone was enjoying themselves testing their worth. It had been a great night with friends and teammates.

“Looks like no one other than Thor is worthy of the power of Thor. Figures! Looks like you are the future ruler of Asgard!” Clint began to slur his words. His eyes trained on the hammer.

“Alright if you guys are done with your pissing contest, can you clean up just a little bit?” You asked a nicely as you could. These guys maybe the “Mightiest Heroes,” but they were all terrible at cleaning up after themselves.

You stood up to start collecting cups and empty bottles that had collected on the coffee table.

“[Y/N], leave that for now. We’ll clean up. I promise! Let’s just enjoy the evening!” Tony began to protest.

“Anthony is correct Lady [Y/N]. Just relax for now.” Thor agreed. The blush was returning to your cheeks, no matter how many times you hear it, Thor calling you ‘Lady [Y/N]’ made your heart race a little.

Sighing in defeat, you placed the cups you had stacked together back on the table. “Alright. Remember you said that Tony, I don’t want to wake up and be the only one cleaning this place up.”

Sitting back down, you leaned back in your seat. The back of your hand slightly brushed against Mjolnir, moving it a microsmidge over. Something no one noticed, except the only person in the room with RIDICULOUS eyesight.

You began to engage in conversation with Steve and Thor about adjusting to the new century Earth. (Steve coming from another century and Thor having visited Midgard millennials ago.) But before you could even really get into the conversation, Clint speaks up.

“[Y/N], the rest of us tried to pick up the hammer. Why don’t you give it a try?”

Everyone once again quiets down. It’s true, even Maria had tried, I was the only one who didn’t. I could feel everyone looking at me.

“I mean, don’t you want to try? You could rule Asgard. Are you worthy enough of Thor’s powers?” Clint had a mischievous tone.

Huffing at all of the attention, you finally stood back up. Taking a step closer to the hammer, Mjolnir’s leather handle felt soft, but definitely worn. How many battles has Thor endured with this weapon?

Feeling his burning gaze, you looked up and met Thor’s sky blue eyes with your [Y/E/C] eyes. His eyes conveyed an emotion you couldn’t quite depict.

Maintaining eye contact you spoke to the whole group, “you really think I’d be able to lift this thing?”

There was gasp and you could hear Clint slurring, “holy shit.”

Without even realizing it you had pulled Mjolnir up without any problem.

“Worthy of Thor’s Power.” Thor nodded in approval.

Snapping your eyes to the weapon in your hand. You couldn’t help but gape at the hammer that felt so light. “Does this mean I could rule Asgard?”

“Long live my Queen.” Thor winked

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