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all1e23 · 5 years

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Aeipathy

Pairings: Hades!Bucky x Persephone!Reader

Summary: You wandered into the forest on your own and met a handsome stranger.

Warnings: Um, none for this chapter I don’t think? General series warnings: angst, death, bloodshed. Ya know, fun stuff. Bucky is still sappy. It is what it is.

A/N: This is my entry for @itsbuckysworld Summer Writing Challenge. My prompt was Enchanted Forest AU. This was going to be a series but it will not be continued. It’s my own take/spin or whatever on Hades and Persephone and I am making shit up as go because I’m the writer and I can. 😉 Send me love, write me a song or come scream at me if you like it. Pic Credit [x]

***My fics are not to be saved or posted on any other sites without my written permission. Reblogs are my jam though! Thanks!*

“Y/n!” Steve hissed through his panting. He was running as fast as his small legs could take him, but you were still quicker. “We can’t go into the Enchanted Forest. It’s forbidden! Everyone knows that."

"When have you ever cared about the rules?” You asked and slowed your pace to allow Steve the chance to catch up; his breathing was labored but nothing you needed to worry about, yet anyway. You wiggled your toes in tall strands of grass, you’ve always liked the way the soft grass felt against your bare feet. The gentle blades turned sharp the closer you got to the edge of the treeline, the shadows that lurked within enticing you as they always did. For as long as you could remember you’ve been told to fear the darkness before you, but now that you were standing on the edge of it you couldn't see why.

It was beautiful; even the shadows.

Steve rolled his eyes, stopping a few steps behind you to catch his breath. This was becoming your new normal. You had an obsession with finding out what was beyond those trees, and Steve had a feeling it was going to get you both in trouble. “That’s not the point. There’s a reason it’s forbidden. No one knows what lives in there. It’s been centuries since anyone has gone inside.”

You turned back to look at your best friend with a mischievous gleam in your eye. "Doesn’t that make you a little curious to see what lives in there?”

“Not even a little,” Steve answered you, dryly and slightly annoyed. “Come on. We need to get back. Your mother would have a fit if she knew we were out like this.”

You sighed but linked arms with Steve and allowed him to direct you back towards the castle. You smiled, amused as you listened to Steve, complain about the grief you were going to get from Sam. It was not the first time you ditched your personal guard and would not be the last. Before your mother agreed to let, Steve stay in the castle -- after you agreed to her terms, of course. Steve had to be by your side for your good, and you had to let a new girl, Wanda, be your lady in waiting -- before that happened, you often snuck out of the castle and out from under Sam’s nose so you could spend time with Steve.

He should be used to it by now, but by the look on his face as he waited outside the gate for your return, he was not used to it.

Sam raised his brow and pursed his lips the second he laid eyes on you, disappointment was oozing off him, and you couldn't help but smile. “I thought we had moved passed the sneaking out, my lady?”

“You don’t like to lie, Sam. I was saving you from having to lie for me.”

You continued right on by Sam, spotting the smile he wanted to hide from you. As much as he adored your adventurous spirit, it wasn’t safe for someone of your status to be out by herself. You weren’t royalty, but you weren’t nobodies either. Your family had enemies as did all prominent families you supposed.

“You don’t have to follow so closely, Sam. I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s what you said this morning.”

Steve snorted from his place next to you, and you shot him a playful glare. “You know what they say, Y/n. Fool a man once…”

“Hush, Steve.” You muttered under your breath as you approached your panicked mother.

“No.” Your mother said in a harsh whisper. “It’s best if that stays between us. You know what Heimdall said about her and that... thing. This stays here--” Her guard - Brock Rumlow, a terrible man, one that never failed to make you feel uneasy, cleared his throat and nodded behind her where you were approaching rather quickly, avoiding the man’s glare as you did.

Sam wasn’t fond of him either from what you gathered over the years. He stood a little closer to you when Rumlow was around, but when you asked about it in private, he would never give his reasons, and you suspected he had plenty.

“Where have you been?!” Your mother's shout filled the bustling hallway startling nearly everyone walking nearby, enough to draw their attention.

“I was out picking flowers with Steve.” You pulled a small bundle of wildflowers from behind your back for proof, and Steve frowned. You saw the question in his eyes without him having to ask, when did you pick those? A small shrug of your shoulder had Steve narrowing his eyes. Your mother, on the other hand, simply nodded -- content with your answer. “Fine, but next time Samuel is to stay by your side and for the love of the Gods, change out of that dress before dinner. You have grass stain all over it.”

You glanced down at the blush-colored fabric and grimaced at the dark green and brown marks covering it. Another dress ruined then. Perhaps you should start wearing black, no need to worry about grass stains when everything you own is black. You opened your mouth to give another feeble excuse behind the stains, but she pointed to your bare feet covered in mud, and your mouth snapped shut.

“Honestly, Y/n. You’re not a teenager. You can’t expect to win over suitors running around with bare feet.”

“I don’t want to win--” Your mother lifted her hands, silencing the same argument you’ve had for months now, and ushered you towards your chambers.

Steve was quiet as he walked a few steps behind you like he was supposed to when you were in public. He waited until the hallway was empty and your room was within sight before he jogged up to your side and asked in a whisper, careful for any spying ears. “Where did those flowers come from? You didn’t have them when we walked through the gates.”

You grinned and linked your arms with the smaller man before placing a small sprig of lavender behind his ear. Your grin widened watching the blush on his cheek spread down his neck, turning his ears bright red.

“We are not supposed to talk about it, Stevie. It’s a secret.”

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The sun rose too early for most. Not for you. It was your favorite time of the day. Early morning, just before the sun had a chance to warm the air and spread its light over the olive-colored bushes that rest along the castle walls. It was rare that people were up and moving about the halls, so it gave you the perfect opportunity to sneak out, no Sam and no Steve to watch over you.

You loved them both dearly, but sometimes it was nice to have a few moments alone to be yourself, and it happened to be the perfect time to make your way into the Enchanted Forest. What could be so scary about a few flowers hidden amongst the trees?

That was the very question you asked yourself as you stood at the entrance once more -- alone this time, no one to tell you to go back or run and find Sam after you entered, who drag you back to the ‘safety’ of your home. Maybe you spent too much listening to whispers, there was a voice in your head telling you to go back, but the pull to go in was stronger. It felt as if there was a string wrapped around you and someone was pulling, pulling you into the dark. You pushed your fear aside and ventured into the blackness, passed the trees and thorny vines covering the only entrance for hundreds of miles and the sight before you sucked the air right out of your lungs.

It was beautiful.

Dreary, yes. The trees were nearly on top of each other, and they were so tall you could have sworn, now that you were standing under them, the tops had to touch the clouds. There were vines of some kind tangled from branch to branch connecting every tree you could see for miles. It was strange you couldn’t place the flowers that littered the ground under you. You knew every flower in existence but these, sweet-smelling purple buds had you falling in love with each petal you came across, and you didn’t even know its name.

You were so taken with the beauty surrounding you that you had not realized you wandered so deep the entrance was merely a speck behind you. You should turn back, stay near the edge of the forest but… were those steps? Yes, those were stone steps in the middle of what you knew was the trunk of a dying tree. You could feel it from where you stood, but your curiosity was outweighing the ache. A hundred questions were swimming in your head; how could the steps lead down to anything? And who put them there? Where they did lead to? What was… under all of this?

A preliminary step towards them had your heart racing, and the pull you had felt at the treeline was stronger than ever before. Before your feet could touch the stone, a sparkle caught your attention. You looked up to see what it was, and the darkness was glittering with hundreds of bright blue lights floating in the air.

You grinned and whispered into the quiet, “Fireflies…”

You leaned back against the closet tree, and a soft hum left your lips as you watched the light show above you before it disappeared with the rising sun.

"Do you hear that?"

It sounded like humming -- the most beautiful humming to ever grace his ears. He didn’t know the song, but the siren that was singing it certainly had his attention. That was a first. Well, the first in a very long while.

"No, my king." The redhead didn’t even glance up. She had no interest in whatever James was talking about, but she could sense he had something on his mind. “I’ve told you over and over I can’t hear anything that happens up there unless I want to and right now, I do not. I’m assuming you’re going up to investigate whatever it is?”

He didn’t answer her question, only listened to the sugary melody drifting down. He liked the way there was no pause, the tune carried on as if she was unafraid of who would hear her. It was fascinating. No one stepped foot into the forest, let alone wandered this far into the middle near his home.

Perhaps he had been gone for too long if people are no longer scared of what lies within. It might be time to change that.

He pulled his legs off the arm of his chair, and gracefully rose to his feet, gently tapping the nose of the orange cat that laid next to him. “No, you stay, Goose. No eyes to scratch out.”

The melody in his head was getting louder, and by the smirk on his face he had made up his mind, he was heading towards the surface. Natasha watched until he faded from her sight, but that didn’t ease the worry on her face. She leaned back against the chair she was resting in and took a deep breath, letting her bright green eyes fade to a foggy white. If he was going to the surface, she was going to keep a close watch over him.

It didn’t take him long to find the source of the humming. You were standing right on his doorstep, disturbing his rest and his underlings. Had no one taught you manners? Taught you of him? He watched as you leaned over an old tree trunk that was full of water, you let your fingers skim delicately over the top of the water. Manners or not, he was memorized by you. Your hand froze over the water, and you turned to face the trees he was watching you.

“Hello?”

He smirked but not unkindly; he liked the strength in your voice and the look of awe in your eyes as you took in your surroundings. Your eyes landed on the shadow he was hiding in as if you knew he was there and he watched as you took careful steps towards him -- fearful of scaring whoever or whatever was lurking nearby.

“Is someone there? You can come out. I promise I won’t hurt you.”

He chuckled to himself, amused by your gentle words as if you could hurt him, even if you came with the intention to, you wouldn’t succeed. Your fingers were inches from finding him, and he decided to make himself known for if you inched any closer your hands would be pressed against his chest.

He wondered how long it would be until you were frightened.

"What's your name, sweet thing?" You startled at how close the voice was to you, and you quickly pulled your hand back from the shadow. Whoever it was, they didn’t sound scared of you.

"Y/n. What's yours?"

‘That is not her given name, but she’s unaware.’

The man grinned, and you swore something red glimmered in his eyes, but he spoke the red faded away to nothing, and you were back to staring at a shadow. "I'm afraid my real name would scare you. Didn't you hear about the dangers lurking within the shadows of this forest?"

There were dangers everywhere. What made this forest anymore threatening than the castle you grew up in? There were plenty of threats hiding behind those stone walls. At least out here, none were masking themselves behind pretty clothes and well-practiced smiles.

"What makes you so dangerous?"

The man laughed and slowly stepped out from behind the shadow of the century-old oak. He didn’t look frightening now that he was in the light. He was dressed in all black, dark brown hair tucked behind his ears and bright blue eyes that crinkled when he laughed at you. Only... his left hand, it looked black -- a glove perhaps.

"You don't think I'm dangerous?" He asked, amused, and humoring you no doubt.

Distracting? Yes. Dangerous? No, you would bet your life on it.

"You don't look like it to me."

He grinned.

"Even roses have thorns, sweet thing."

You stood quietly, your fingers toying with the sheer black fabric of your gown as you watched him. You’ve never seen him before; you would have remembered him if you had. So where had he come from? He met your eyes and quickly averted his gaze; he did not like the way he reacted to feeling your eyes on him. His heart thumped against his chest for the first time in centuries, and it made his skin crawl.

Natasha’s voice in his head rang loudly in his head once more, and it was beginning to grate on his nerves. ‘You’re far too interested in her. Let her go and back home where you belong.’

"I know all about roses and their thorns.” You finally told him, still watching him curiously. “They don't scare me. Thorns can be just as pretty as the petals or haven’t you heard? There’s a bit of beauty in roughness.”

Bucky smirked, and this time she saw the red in his eyes thanks to the sun catching the burning flecks through the holes in the tree canopy. As much as you wanted to stay, you needed to go. The height of the sun meant you had stayed longer than you intended. Steve probably sent himself into an asthma attack looking for you.

"I overstayed my welcome. My friend will be looking for me. I should find him before he panics."

‘Let. Her. Go.’

Bucky snapped the fingers of his left hand, severing his connection to Natasha. He would discuss this with her later. He can only tolerate the Fate interfering in his affairs for so long. She was lucky he entertained it at all. Friend or not, his patience for her games only lasted so long.

"Will you -- will you come back?" He grimaced at the weak, stutter in his voice. He did, however, like the way it made you smile.

"Would you like me to?"

"I'd like you never to leave." He answered, honestly.

You’ve only talked for a few seconds, and he was wondering when you would return? And where would you stay if you decided to? Sleep in the trees it would seem. It was an odd thing to say to someone you just met. Yes, you’ve met with lords and princes and soldiers, and yes, many were very forward with what they wanted from you, but not one sounded like that. None were a desperate plea to be in your company, and it made your insides warm.

“I can come back tomorrow. At the same time. I only have a few minutes before they realize I’m missing, but I… I can come back tomorrow.”

You pulled a deep red rose that appeared to be pulled out of thin air and held it out for him to take. He reached out with his right hand, leaving the left tucked safely into his side. Showing you his left arm now would only ensure you never came back and that would be a terrible, terrible waste.

“Be careful of the thorns. They pinch.”

He smiled at your worry and nodded towards the edge of the forest. “You better run along. I believe your.. friend is looking for you.”

You couldn’t hear any shouts or see much of anything thanks to how deeply you wandered, but you knew the stranger was right. Steve would have come here once he saw you were nowhere to be found in the castle. You started towards home with tentative steps because truthfully you did not want to go. You turned to peek back at the distractingly handsome man one more time, but he was already gone, and it felt like a hollow pit in your chest.

You hoped you wouldn’t have to sit with it until sunrise tomorrow.

The rose in his hand began to turn black as it slowly burned from the inside out, stemming from where his fingers were gripping it firmly. He watched as the flame delicately worked it’s way up the steam and turned the petals black, and it hardened to a dark stone. A thorn that had yet to turn stuck into his thumb, letting a bit of blood trickle down. He peeled his thumb away and gently sucked the blood from his thumb as he held up the rose to examine it.

He knew every inch of the forest, and this particular rose was not a resident. You just happened to have one at your fingertips.

Intriguing, but everything about you was very intriguing.

“What did you mean it is not her given name?” He asked into the empty surrounding him. A stretch of silence meant Natasha was still mad at him. She would answer him when her anger settled. He waited, staring at the stone flower in his hand as he progressed down the stairs, brick crumbling under the pressure of his feet. The light from above was stamped out by the darkness he carried with him and the screams of those trapped within his walls, and still, the flower in his hand consumed all of his thoughts.

‘Persephone. Her name is Persephone.’

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 5 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Thor agreed Brianna going to Asgard a good idea as Loki presumed and shielded her from Heimdall's sight as a precautionary measure. Before leaving, the brother's sat observing Little Warrior lead Tony and Pepper to the couch and hand him a usb stick.

"What's this?" He asked.

"A computer virus. My revenge plan was to disembowel Jarvis if you hadn't kept your promise."

Stark eyed Loki who shrugged a shoulder. "Don't look at me. I only learned of it this morning."

"It's my creation, pretty nasty and should be destroyed." Said Brianna.

"How nasty?"

"It bears the potential to wipe out most of New York's power grids."

Tony was momentarily speechless. "I'll do that and am overjoyed you two became friends."

"Me too and sorry for being so rude when you touched my stuff."

"It's alright." Said Pepper.

"No it wasn't. You deserve to know why. Loki mentioned the homeless people right?"

"Yes."

"Dory was the first one I met. Taught me handy street smarts and helped shop for my boy clothes. Ran away from home because her moms boyfriend was a jerk. I encouraged her to call one day and when she learned they split up, convinced her to go home. Really smart person. Dreams of becoming an Astronaut. Anyway, she had a big crush on Captain America and gave me her favorite hat as a gift. Then I met Muriel. A mean looking older lady who was actually super sweet and protected me something fierce. Beat this guy up one night for trying to steal my blanket while cursing him sideways. She loved Chinese food and taught me self defence techniques, like how to poke a hole in someone's brain by shoving a chopstick up their nose."

Everyone's ears and attention piqued as Tony wondered if Muriel was a distant cousin of Sasquatch's. "Hopefully not on live subjects."

"No, silly. On a plastic skull she molded a face onto with clay. I paid for the supplies. Helping police identify people used to be her job in Arizona. Great way to kill zombies though. Best to behead them like with vampires and guarantee they've bit the bullet." Brianna then pulled a gold bracelet with a four leaf clover charm from her pocket. "Muriel was Irish and gave me this for good luck. It's too big so I carry it in my pocket. Before meeting you guys, they were the first people who were super nice to me. I fretted their gifts ruined in the wash."

"I'm sorry." Said Pepper.

"It's okay. I was just a little freaked."

'And nearly built a cave for the abominable snowman.' Thought Stark. "We were more worried about you after the fact."

"I could tell by your happy dance when I woke."

"Hey, badass did one too. In the hall. You didn't see."

Brianna giggled. "Thanks to you both for everything and I'm sorry for lying."

"Meh, we understand."

"I meant about not having a favorite Avenger. It's you uncle Cootyoodles. That's why I sought your help first. The Black Widow was my next stop."

Tony pictured Nat teaching her how to yank teeth out with pliers and felt twice as relieved for keeping that promise. "Nat's eccentric and hates zombies. I'm way more fun." Brianna suddenly hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Awe, Little Warrior. Friends forever?"

"Damn straight!" Then she did the same to Pepper. "I forgot to explain why you're a badass role model. Working so hard to become CEO of a massive company like Stark Industries and executing all that embodies? You rock! I hope to grow up as astute, diligent and athoritative. Maybe I'll run a company one day."

"You already possess those traits and will exceed my achievements."

No one knew that better than Loki who cleared his throat. "Grandmother and Grandfather go to bed early, Min Lille."

"One more minute, please?"

"Alright."

She studied Stark, pondering the best way to implement her request. "You don't have to do this, but… Not all homeless people are bad or crazy like others seem to believe. Many hit hard times and the world is so expensive, they couldn't keep up. No one I met lived on the streets because they wanted to. There just aren't enough shelters or resources available. You're rich Tony and could help them. Will you try?"

As Loki had succeeded with Frigga, those beautiful pleading eyes won her case. "You really know how to pull a guys heart strings, kid. I promise."

Loki wasn't aware she'd intended to ask this, yet was so proud of her. "Min Lille?"

"I know." She politely replied.

"You have to go." Tony suddenly stood and darted for the hall. "Be back in a jiffy."

"Meet him by the elevator, or you'll never leave." Suggested Pepper.

He returned and handed Loki a loaded Iron Man backpack. "More things? Shall I conjure a crate for the bifrost?"

They'd already given her an overstuffed suitcase of clothes and toys and Stark held a gift bag in hand. "Be quiet, you. It's a peanut butter stash. Does Asgard have bananas?"

"Yes." 'Thank the Norn's.'

Tony knelt before Brianna. "I would've packed some tater tots, but you ate them all again."

She smirked. "My goof."

"Rascal. Try to ignore a wee, bitty smidgen, you aren't into girly stuff? We couldn't help ourselves with you off to Asgard."

Brianna pulled from the bag a pink baseball cap that said Warrior Princess in tiny diamond gems and proudly adorned it. "You sure know how to pull a girls heart strings."

"I put some Motown CD's in there too. Teach Dad to moonwalk." Loki sighed, pushed the elevator button and Tony playfully whispered. "From a distance. In case he trips over his own big feet." He hugged her again and summoned Jarvis.

"Yes, sir?"

"Our friend is leaving."

"Goodbye, Little Warrior." Said the AI.

"Bye. Sending you a virtual hug."

She joined Thor inside while Loki shook hands with Tony, his expression saying everything. "Any time. Now get the 'bleep' out of my Tower before I thieve your Daughter."

Brianna shouted as it closed. "There's presents on your bed! I'll miss you!"

Peppers was a black t shirt with gold letters that read Badass Role Model and Tony's was a monsterous box filled with tater tots.

"Don't do it, Butch. If you cry, I'm gonna cry." ***** Loki had purposely slowed the elevator allowing her time to give Thor a drawing.

"Mjolnir in a field of flowers? Thank you fair maiden."

"It's a scratch n' sniff."

"A what?"

Loki picked up Brianna. "You scratch the flowers, then sniff them. The effect is most appealing the stronger you inhale."

Thor took a whiff and wriggled his nose. "Quite the nostril tickler. What should they smell like?"

"Try harder." 'Doofus.'

He took another, looked cross eyed at Loki and began swaying. "...Brother..you…" Then down he went striking the floor with a thud the tip of his nose covered in sparkly dust.

"Sorry, uncle Thor."

Loki chuckled at her wince. "The spell is mild and shall soon wear off."

"Is he hurt?"

Loki let her down to hurle the hefty Thor over his shoulder. "Us God's are resilient. Your uncle once endured a skirmish with the Hulk." After escorting them through a portal and delivering Brother oaf to his bed, he lead Brianna through a second into some woods.

"That was awesome! Will you teach me how to do it?"

"Not in the near future. It's very complicated, darling and I'd hate to think you lost in another dimension." 'Or vanishing one day as an angry teen with a troublesome suitor I dream of throttling.'

"Okay." Brianna nervously scanned the area. "Now what? Carnivores hunt these woods."

"Northern Alberta is home to many. Never go outside without me and none will harm you."

"But wolves hunt in packs and grizzlies are bigger than you."

He booped her little nose. "I'll smell them before they smell us and neither possess deadly weapons in interdimensional pockets."

"Where our luggage is? I tried hiding bigger items in them and the darn things wouldn't come back. Hannah was furious, but I didn't care."

"What did you hide?"

"The back wheels of her Lamborghini, Gallardo. I overheard my Mother tell Claudia she got it from her rich boyfriend."

Loki recalled from spending time with Stark this wasn't a billionaire's vehicle, yet financially unattainable to the average Midgardian. "I see. Did she mention his occupation?"

"Plastic surgeon."

Brianna deserved that minor victory and although he wouldn't encourage it, one cannot preach vengeance a negative path when mapping their own. 'Perhaps he'll be useful to the sluts after I'm done.' "Ah. Care to see what I did while you slept last night?"

"You left me?" She confusedly asked.

He picked her up again. "It was necessary and I returned, yes? I won't abandon you, Og Min Lille."

"Never?"

"Never, darling. "Loki headed for a shack nearby nestled amidst some bushes. With its crooked roof, faded wood and door minus a hinge the structure looked ready to collapse.

"We're staying there?"

"Why not? I'll conjure an outdoor toilet." He teased. "Sheltered of course."

"Ewww."

"Come now. At night we'll have heated beds and during the day, roast squirrels on an open fire."

She scrunched her face in disgust. "Blech! I'd rather eat tree bark."

"You'll get an awful tummy ache."

They entered the dingy space and Brianna instantly focused on the filthy floor covered in forest debris. So intently, she didn't notice the sturdier frames of the structure only visible from within. "How will we keep the door closed and is that poop?"

Loki rolled his eyes at some turds in a corner. "The cabin is made of Brazilian Ebony."

"One of the strongest woods on earth." She commented.

He arched an intrugued brow. "Stained to appear aged, it's also bulletproof in light of human hunters. Consider the other materials deceiving movie props. The 'raccoon' poop is genuine." It vanished with a wave of his hand. "Now, did you mean that door?" It closed and he conjured a deadbolt onto the surface with a panel directly above. "Place your hand in the center?" Brianna did and it glowed green, spreading magic from the center throughout every surface like glowing, emerald fireflies. As they dimmed, Loki turned around. "Or this one?" The floor, suddenly cleared of debris had a sliding glass door in the center.

Brianna gasped in wonder, glancing between him and the mystery beneath. "Where does it go?"

"Did you think a sorcerer Prince would allow his Princess daughter to dwell in a shabby old shack?"

"Ancestry aside, I sincerely hoped not. Even an RV would've been better."

He chuckled at her frankness. "And you worried of uncle Thor bumping his head? The shacks purpose was added safety should a need arise and to keep our secret entrance hidden. "Once the outer door locks, only the interior alters. To outsiders, nothing changes." It opened and he carried her down a mutedly lit spiral staircase, each step progressively illuminating the space below.

At the bottom, she slid from his arm in awe. "Shut the front door! You 'definitely' have to teach me how to do this."

Min Lille was referencing conjuring. Another ability Loki thanked the Norns she didn't yet possess, having confessed so before requesting Tony and Pepper's gifts. "In time. Beyond that archway, another surprise awaits." Loki followed and suddenly pondered Brianna conjuring a future dwelling for herself and that troublesome suitor. 'Lessons commence when your forty.' ***** Thor woke to find two notes in his shirt pocket. One for himself the other, Astrid; 'Sleep well, Brother? We won't be returning to Asgard just yet. Please give this to my wife? I recommend waiting several days, discreet delivery and a hasty exit. A visit will follow and when interrogated, lie. Tell her Brianna came to you and don't mention her ice concoction. Unless you enjoy Father's company when several fries short of a happy meal. As I planned our escape without Tony's knowledge, do avoid his unnecessary panic and Pepper seeking our demise, by not telling our dear friend? Min Lille is safe.'

"That shyster." He grumbled. Jane returned in six days as would Astrid to a missing Loki. Waiting risked a molotov cocktail interrogation. His beloved and coronary inducing sister-in-law, banging down their locked bathroom door while the mighty Thor coward behind a shower curtain. Plus Maxi Waxis training schedule ended in two days. Bribery assured those lips zippered, but Heimdall would think his hastiness suspicious. He called to the trainee in the middle of the night, snuck into the palace and raced back to the observatory like the looney tunes road runner. "Spend it well nincompoo..eh he, Max. Asgard is lucky to have you."

Guilt ridden over her outburst and already missing Loki, Astrid returned in the morning to find the note.

Frigga was preparing to join her belly dancing instructor when she barged into the foyer and flung herself at the Allmother.

"Bwaaahahaa! I want a divorce!"

"Hells bells and bilgesnipe testicles. What has my shameless son done this time?"

"Frigga, your language." Scolded Odin.

She patted Astrid's back. "Oh shush. As if your cursing hasn't scarred the servants ears."

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 6 years

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Rise Up

Chapter Twenty Eight

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader | Word Count: 4414 Warnings: language

Song: I Choose You by Sara Bareilles

Steve stood in Bucky’s shower and ignored the laughter coming from behind the partially open bathroom door. Seeing as how he couldn’t use his own suite to prepare, what with (Y/N) there, he’d commandeered Buckys. Of course, this had drawn every one of the guys to his suite as well, ending up with a revolving door of people.

Thor had returned with Odin and Heimdall. T’Challa had taken to the two new Asgardians with ease, drawing them in with his charm and quiet charisma. Sam, Clint, Scott, and Tony had broken out the good liquor. Vision had been taking in everything in his way, interjecting in conversation if and when he felt like it. Bruce stuck with him, grateful for his calm, while Bucky leaned against the sink, poking at the pile of clothing Loki had provided.

The God of Mischief had gone to retrieve the sword Steve had left behind in his room but had decreed that he would return soon and Steve had best be dressed.

“You even know how to put this stuff on?” Bucky asked.

Steve glanced his way through the frosted shower glass. “I’m sure I can figure it out.” It hadn’t looked as intricate as Loki or Thor’s attire after all.

“She's gonna love the leather pants,” Bucky chuckled.

“Least we’ll be even.” Steve grinned and turned off the water. “Towel?”

Bucky threw one over the door Steve was quick to wrap around his waist. He swung the door open and stepped through to find Bucky smirking at him.

“What’s that look for, jerk?”

Bucky’s grin grew to fill his face. “Punk ass, little shit. You’re gettin’ married.”

Steve chuckled, his heart clenched and took up a swift beat, and he grinned at his image in the slightly foggy mirror. “Yeah. I am.”

“Never did I ever think… for either of us…” Bucky shook his head as his voice grew choked.

“Me either, but it’s (Y/N). She’s… everything.” The smile on his face was goofy as hell, but Steve couldn’t help it. He was happy. Really happy. Stupidly happy. Even if his wedding wasn’t quite what he’d once thought it would be.

“Hey?” Bucky nudged his arm when Steve ran his hand down his clean-shaven face. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s just… not what I expected.” Steve shrugged and grabbed his shorts off the pile of clothes, drawing them up his damp legs beneath the towel before removing it to rub over his head. Once most of the water was out of his hair, he dragged the towel down his chest, down over the heartbeat which drummed in time with his own, and frowned at the look on Bucky’s face. “What?”

“What?” Bucky smirked all the wider.

“What’s that dumbass look for?”

Bucky shrugged. “Nothing.”

Steve dried his arms and furrowed his brow, giving his friend the Captain’s glare as Natasha called it. “What are you hiding?”

“Nothing!”

But he snickered, causing Steve to turn fully toward him and cross his arms, towel hanging from his clenched fist. “Liar. What do you know?”

He burst out laughing and waved a hand Steve’s direction. ‘Pal, that hard ass look of yours is way more effective when you have clothes on!”

Steve rolled his eyes and ran the towel down his legs. “Jerk. C’mon! It’s my damn wedding, and I haven’t a clue what the hell is going on.”

“You poutin’, Stevie?” Bucky teased. “I haven’t seen that face since nineteen forty.”

“Maybe,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes and taking the pants from Bucky when he handed them over.

The black leather was soft, felt like warm butter in his hands, and went up his legs with only a little sticking to his damp flesh. They were fitted but not to the point of being a second skin. Hooks and leather lacings saw the front closed. A wide band of thicker leather carved with runes acted as a belt and closed with an intricately worked buckle in silver and gold.

Bucky tossed him the long sleeved tunic, a dark blue with a wide collar of black leather laced together like lattice and a cord of braided black woven in gentle waves along the edges and around golden cabochons. Even the cuffs of the sleeves were patterned with wide bands of black leather lattice. Small gold studs appeared to hold the leather in place, and when Steve drew the fabric over his head, it settled loosely on his body.

“Damn.” Bucky shook his head.

“What?” Steve asked, smoothing down the sleeves.

Bucky handed over a belt at least three inches wide and packed with squares of beaten gold. Wolfheads in what appeared to be blackened silver sat in the center of each square, matching perfectly the heads on the ring he slipped back onto his forearm.

“You look…” His friend's blue-grey eyes were wide and filled with what appeared to be… envy.

“Is it weird?” Steve turned toward the mirror and startled. “Holy…”

“Shit, right?” Bucky grinned and punched him in the shoulder. “Damn, Stevie! You look like some badass Viking!”

“He looks like a man of Asgard,” Loki stated, appearing in the doorway. “Boots.”

He held out the knee-high creations, black again, but they had bands of deep burgundy leather which repeatedly crossed from ankle to knee.

“Different,” Steve muttered. “Socks?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Uncessassary.”

Steve eyed the sword in his opposite hand. It was (Y/N)’s. “That’s not mine.”

“How observant of you,” Loki quipped.

Steve only arched a brow. “I thought we were past this?”

A deep breath passed Loki’s lips, but he nodded slowly. “The time simply grows near. I am… anxious.”

“Why?” Bucky asked.

“Because the last three times Sváfa wed her sjelevenn, she died within weeks of their nuptials.” Loki held up his hand before they could say anything in response. “This is… different. I am aware of that fact. You, Captain, are far more powerful than any of your previous incarnations. She, too, is more than she was. I cannot help but think this time, things will be different.” He turned on his heel and walked out, calling, “Come along, Captain. We are not finished with you yet.”

Steve looked at Bucky, dressed in slacks and a dress shirt. Both gave a half shrug and followed Loki out into the room where everyone was waiting. A round of good-natured catcalling and whistling came from those gathered. Steve grinned and held up his hands in surrender.

“Looking good, Cap!” Sam chuckled. “Like something off the History channel.”

“Laugh it up, Wilson.” Steve tried not to blush.

“Loki,” Odin murmured, getting to his feet with a frown. “What game are you playing?”

“No game, father. Only truth.” Loki turned and threw his hand out at Steve.

Magic swelled and rippled, raced over his chest and back, leaving behind weight and pressure when the armour settled heavily on his body. Steve gave a small grunt when it all fell into place, his shoulders and hips taking the brunt of it, and looked down at his arms. “Holy hell.”

No one spoke. Everyone stood and stared in awe. Thick burgundy leather unlike anything he’d ever seen covered his forearms, shoulders, chest, and back. When he moved his head to see the deeply carved pauldrons on his shoulders, Steve felt something soft and warm tickle the back of his neck. Fur, it seemed, though, for what purpose, ornamental or functional, he didn’t know. He brought his hands to the chest piece and drew his fingers down the front, feeling the groves and following the lines which led into the wolf made rampant on the front.

“Wow,” Steve and Bucky breathed at the same time.

“Loki!” Odin snapped, turning on his son. “How dare you!”

Steve frowned and looked at Thor who appeared as shocked as Odin and Heimdall. “What?”

Odin grabbed Loki by the collar. “Remove it at once!”

“That would be unwise,” Loki said, holding up his hands in the face of his father’s anger. “As he is Hurgid’s true heir, it is the Captain’s right to wear his armour.”

Odin’s face paled, his eye widened, then, suddenly, he was standing before Steve in armour which glowed with the light reflecting off the gold of it. “Not possible. He is of Midgard. He has never been to Asgard!”

Steve shook his head. “Freyja took me. I’ve only been back a half hour at most.”

“Freyja?” he whispered, stepping back.

“I’ve been in the tomb. I used Randulfr to defeat Heðinn. I know what happened to start us down this path.” Steve slowly unbuckled the guard on his left arm and drew the ring from beneath his sleeve. “Helgi, he gave this to me.”

“Sváfa, she has Randulfr?” Odin asked, in a voice grown soft with sudden age.

“Father, if you drop into an Odin sleep here, I will kick your ass back to Asgard!” Thor threatened.

Odin shook himself gently. “No. No, Thor. I am fine. Simply surprised. This is unexpected, but perhaps it should not have been. The Norns have been busy with you, Captain. Hurgid was… my friend.”

“An honour, I’m sure.” Steve nodded.

“And now the famed heir happens to be a man I call a friend!” Thor walked over and pounded Steve between the shoulder blades. “Could the day be any more fortuitous?”

Surprisingly, Steve felt only half the strength of the blow against his back and wondered just what magic the leather was laced with to diffuse Thor’s power so effectively.

“So, you go into your nuptials armoured and armed?” T’Challa asked, breaking the silence as Odin continued to stare at Steve.

Loki tilted his head. “Asgardian males show their strength, their power, and their place to their bride. It is our way. As the exchange of swords is our way.”

“Dress to impress, huh?” Scott called, lifting his glass. “Looking good, Cap! Smokin’ hot. (Y/N)’s gonna swallow her tongue.”

That caused Clint and Tony to laugh, and the good-natured ribbing began again.

Steve ignored them to focus on Loki. “I think you and I better go over this ceremony. We don’t exactly exchange swords where I’m from.”

Loki threw him a wicked smirk. “That would depend on which life we were speaking of, Captain. Come along. I will explain on the way.”

Steve cast one last glance at Odin who appeared lost in thought. Perhaps he was lost in memories, ones of days long past when another had worn the armour he currently carried on his back. The weight of it suddenly seemed heavier.

***

The noise was intense in your room. All the women had gathered together to laugh and ask you questions about what to expect and traditions unique to Asgard. They’d made you blush at least a dozen times, break out in laughter double that many, and tear up once or twice.

Nakia and Shuri had gushed over your ring. Okoye had grunted, but a smile had twitched her lips right before she’d asked when she could have a go at the Valkyrie Queen? Apparently, Tony had been rather thorough in sending out the video of you kicking the ljå’s ass.

Hope Van Dyne had arrived with Scott and was helping Laura wrangle the Barton brood. Wanda was touching up your makeup, Natasha had stolen some of Tony’s best champagne, Peter had tagged along with Shuri and was doing an awful lot of blushing being the only male in the vicinity.

But it was Pepper’s arrival which threw everyone into a tizzy, for walking in behind her, was Sharon.

You hadn’t seen her since the Hounds kidnaped you and stood slowly to your feet to greet Pepper. “I didn’t think you were coming?”

“I didn’t think I could make it, what with the time difference and how quickly this came about, but you know Tony. He sent a suit.”

She rolled her eyes and made you chuckle. “I’m sure the Chinese were thoroughly impressed.”

“They did take quite a few photos,” Pepper sighed. “Especially as I made the mistake of arguing with an empty suit for all of five minutes before Tony just disassembled and reassembled it around me.” She squeezed your hands. “Though I am glad I’m not missing this. Tony’s been sending me updates on all things Valkyrie while I’ve been travelling.”

“Good.” You glanced toward Sharon standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“I hope you don’t mind. I was on my way here with information for one of the others teams and, well…” She twisted her hands together, her uncertainty clear.

The insecurities you’d suffered when she’d first arrived tried to rear their ugly head, but Steve was your sjelevenn. Whatever he’d had with Sharon in the past didn’t matter. The two of you together, that was the future.

You stepped around Pepper and walked toward Sharon, her body growing tighter with each step until you held out your hands. “Be at ease and be welcome. I’m sure Steve will be happy to have you here. He told me about you and Eric.”

“Oh, good,” she breathed in relief and smiled.

Sweet. That’s what came to mind when you looked at Sharon. Sweet and wholesome. She would have been a good match for a man like Steve at any other point in time, but Steve was yours. The other half of your soul. There was nothing for you to fear in regards to the woman standing before you.

“I’m… a little surprised though,” Sharon continued, eyeing your outfit. “I never would have guessed he’d go for a themed wedding.”

You burst out laughing, followed swiftly by Wanda and Natasha. “Oh, man. You have no idea!”

It took twenty minutes before Sharon finally stopped saying, “You’ve got to be shitting me,” and believe the rest of them.

“So you’re an actual queen?” She stared at you with wide eyes.

“Yup.” You nodded. “But that’s okay. Steve’s a king now, so you know. It evened out.”

“What!” she shrieked.

It took another ten minutes to hash out the rest. And once you had, Sharon simply took the bottle of champagne from Nat and drank straight from it.

“You guys need to start sharing your intel,” she gasped, pressing the bottle to her cheek.

“We share what we need to.” Nat’s voice was hard, and you reached for her hand.

Natasha was one who could hold a grudge for a very long time, and Sharon had been the catalyst which had made you run what felt like a lifetime ago. Add in how Sharon was now the liaison between Shield and the CIA, and people had become a lot more closed mouth around her.

“It’s okay, Nat. This isn’t information we’ll be able to keep quiet. Not anymore. Ross knows, so it’s only a matter of time before everyone does.”

“Is that why the rush to get married? So Ross and the media don’t find out?” Sharon asked.

You shook your head. “Asgard calls. My people need me. Today is an advantageous day to wed according to Odin, so today is it.”

“I’m not even going to ask,” Sharon murmured. “Congratulations to you both. I’m going to go find Steve and wish him the same.” She patted your knee and stood, wobbled slightly when the alcohol kicked in and walked away looking a little shell-shocked.

“I never liked her,” Natasha muttered. “Too perky and perfect.”

You snorted a laugh. “It’s fine, Nat.”

The redhead turned your way. Her face read as hard lines and angles. “It wasn’t fine once.”

Arching a brow, you lifted your chin. “I’m not insecure of my place in Steve’s heart anymore. Her being here doesn’t bother me.”

A smirk twitched her lips. “Good. For a second there I thought you were going to throw down when she sneered at your dress.”

“It wasn’t a sneer,” you huffed.

“It wasn’t, ooh how pretty, either,” Natasha snickered.

You ran your hands down the front of your gown. It was simple, plain, nothing overly fancy. The tunic style had a ‘v’ neckline which showed off the pendant Steve had given you, highlighted by a wide collar embroidered in threads of silver and gold. The long sleeves had bands of braiding around your bicep, while silk brushed the back of your hand from the big flowing cuffs. Made of white wool, it was warm, and you were grateful for the small mercy of getting married in late fall when it was already cooler, to begin with. You wore no belt, no other finery but the ring on your one hand and the gauntlet on your other, and your hair which streamed long and loose down your back like a silk curtain.

Soon you would wear the bridal crown, but not just yet.

“Explain to me why this dress?” Pepper asked, her fingers tracing your sleeve.

“Tradition. A bride goes from her father’s home to her husband’s unadorned but for the bridal crown. It is meant to show purity, and the innocence which you bring to your union.” Natasha snorted, and you smacked her shoulder. “It's metaphorical, dumbass!”

“Oh, good. Or that dress is completely the wrong colour.”

Peter snickered from his place in the corner, and you threw a glare his way. “Watch it, puppy. I’m a lot faster than I used to be.”

“Lips zipped. Promise,” Peter nodded frantically.

“As the Queen of the Valkyrie, nothing I have but myself belongs to Steven. I go to him with nothing but my name and my heart. Therefore, I step out from the mantle of Queen to become his wife. He will never be King of the Valkyrjur. It isn’t done. None of what power I wield is his to command. So I will stand before him as only a woman. A woman who, without her crown, has nothing.”

“What about him?” Peter asked, dropping to the floor.

“Steve,” you smiled. “Let’s just say… the men of Asgard have something to prove and leave it at that.”

When Loki appeared in the doorway, your heart fluttered in anticipation. “It’s time?”

“That it is, darling.” He smiled at the rest of the women, all dressed to the nines but frowned at Peter. “What are you wearing?”

“What?” the boy asked, slinking in on himself. “It was last minute!” And he was still in his everyday school clothes.

“One would think Stark would take better care of his pet,” Loki huffed and flicked his wrist.

“Hey! I’m not a pet-”

You could smell his magic sizzle through the air, then Peter gasped, and you couldn’t help but giggle when the magic faded. He was dressed in a similar style to Loki and Thor. A tunic with a wide belt over tight breeks and high boots.

Loki chuckled. “There. Now you appear to belong in an Asgardian wedding.”

“Holy… holy shit!”

“Peter! Language,” Pepper scolded, motioning toward Laura’s kids.

“Sorry!” he squeaked, dragging his hands down the front of the tunic. “This is just… so cool!”

“Well, proper attire is required if you are to fulfill your duties.”

He gaped at Loki before sputtering, “Me? What duties?”

“The handfasting cord,” you said. “It is the job for the youngest of Steve’s family.”

Peter flushed, the colour burning high in his face at being called family. “But… Shuri is younger.”

You smiled at him and shook your head. “I should have said the male closest to being labelled a man. This is a great honour and responsibility if you’re up to it?”

He stood straighter and nodded. “I am.”

“Good.” You held out your hand for him, leaned in, and kissed his cheek when he took it. “Go with Loki. He’ll give you instructions.”

Peter’s entire face was red, but he grinned broadly and headed for the door where Loki was leaning. The boy glanced at him, and you could read Peter’s nervousness when it came to being around the once villainous God of Mischief.

“Oppfør deg, ugagn.” You warned Loki to behave himself.

“Du ødelegger all min moro, lillesøster,” he pouted.

“I don’t ruin all your fun,” you teased.

“Just most of it,” he quipped, smirking as he dropped his hand on Peter's shoulder and led the boy out the door. “Come along, ladies. Barton will be here to collect (Y/N) any moment.”

“Clint is going to carry the sword?” you asked in surprise.

“He is the closest to kin you have in this world besides myself and Thor. I thought he would suffice.”

“More than suffice,” you agreed, “as long as Laura doesn’t mind me stealing her husband for a few minutes?”

“As long as you promise to give him back,” she laughed, herding the kids before her out the door.

“Lillesøster,” Loki said, standing in the hallway, looking back at you alone in the suite you shared with Steve, your soon to be husband. “I will see you before the fire. May the Norns bless you this day.”

“Loki,” you whispered, tears burning your eyes. “I love you.”

“Such sentiment,” he crooned. “Jeg elsker deg, også.”

You waved him away, well aware he would never admit to his own sentiment in a language other people could understand. Alone now, your nerves bubbled to the surface. A bride’s nerves. A woman’s nerves.

A host of what if’s ran through your head. What if he hated how you looked when arrived? Sharon’s words, though harmless and meant without malice, had niggled their way into your brain and burrowed deep. A little sigh escaped your lips.

You were being foolish. After all, you still had your own surprise planned for Steve. One Bucky had approved, the girls had agreed would blow his mind, and Loki was willing to assist you with.

Even if the ceremony wasn’t exactly what he expected, you were pretty sure he’d enjoy the reception. And, knowing Loki as well as you did, you could only imagine the chaos he’d caused and what attire he’d put Steve in.

You couldn’t wait to see what he looked like. Just the thought sent a rush of heat south.

“Brat?”

You turned to see Clint in the doorway. “Feathers.”

“Loki said something about you needing someone to pack a sword?” He stepped through the door and whistled. “Wow. Not what I was expecting but damn. You clean up nice.”

“Yeah?” you asked, running your hands over your waist, careful of the talons on your right hand. “I know it’s all about the dress and the hair and I… I don’t…”

“Hey.” His strides carried him forward until he could take your hands with his. “You look drop dead gorgeous. Steve is going to swallow his tongue, though… you may have your own moment when you see the getup Loki put him in. Wowza!”

“That good, huh?” you giggled, excitement beginning to replace your nerves.

“He looks like he stepped off some ship from the tenth century except for the fact it’s all a lot more… Asgardian looking. Less rough. More regal.” He held your hands out away from your body and whistled a second time. “But you, brat? You look like a bride fit to stand at his side.”

“Stop. Now you’re just stroking my ego,” you teased and pointed at the silver circlet sitting on the coffee table. “Help me with that?”

Clint picked it up and gave it a spin between his palms. “Pretty fancy. Figured you’d be wearing your crown there, majesty.”

You rolled your eyes and poked him in his suit covered ribs. “Can’t. Technically I go to Steve with nothing but my name. My queendom is not his, will never be his, and I am but a lowly pauper without it.”

“Not quite. You've got all of us. And you’re an Avenger. That’s something.” He lifted the bridal crown and placed it down over your brow and hair, centring the large stone on your forehead. Then, he dug in his pocket. “You have all the bases covered except one. Something old.” He touched the sleeve of your dress. “Something new.” The ring which rested on your left hand. “Something borrowed.” Clint brushed his finger down the stone in the center of your forehead before booping you on the nose. “But what about blue?”

He held out a soft fabric item, and you nearly blushed. “Is that a garter?”

“Yup!” he snickered at what was likely the look on your face. “It was Laura’s. We figured you might not have one with the short notice rush, and seeing as how we’ve been married happily for some years, one could theorize it’s good luck.”

“Theorize? You’ve been hanging out with Bruce again, haven’t you?” you asked, giggling as you took it from him. “Thanks, Clint. To both of you. It’s just what I needed.”

You sat to pull your dress up, and he turned around. “Now you’re a gentleman? Dude, you’ve seen me in yoga shorts and a sports bra!”

“It’s different now!” he barked.

“Why? Cause I’m getting married?”

“Well, yeah. And to Cap.”

“So you don’t want to be on the receiving end of a Cap scowl when he finds out you ogled my thigh?”

“You are a brat!” he huffed, but there was a grin in his voice. “And I’m happily married. The only thighs I ogle are Laura’s.”

“And Bucky’s,” you snickered.

“That was one time, and I was really drunk!” he whined. “Are you ever going to let that go?”

“Nope!” you laughed, getting up to hug him from the back, arms tight around his waist. “I love you, Clint.”

“Aww, now why’d you have to go and say that?” he asked as the scent of wet salt assaulted your nose.

“Because it’s true.” You let go so he could turn and smiled when he cupped your face.

“You’re like an annoying little sister, you know that right?” he grumbled and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I know. That’s why you get to carry Steve’s sword.”

“Huh?” He gaped at you like a confused puppy, making you giggle.

“I’ll explain on the way. Come on, bro!” You leaned in for one more hug before releasing him to take the first steps toward the man who’d been your husband many times before and who you hoped would be many more times in the future.

Fates willing.

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The Loki is Hidden as Bruce/Hulk Theory Pros and Cons:

I read the theory: {x} and will cover points made there and maybe not mentioned or missed.

First how it could work and be true? Well here are some things that give me thought to why this theory has some ground:

During the whole time Loki is in play for the movie things are strange. Either no one touches him at all or he only touches or lets being touched by two people. Thor and Thanos.

During the opening scene NO ONE is touching him at all. Not even to secure him.

The first time anyone touches him is when he tackles Thor to save him from Thanos.

After that he disappears for a period of time to show up again only to be grabbed by Thanos when he tries to stab him.

We know too well the times that Loki has been a clone that if someone touches it, it will disappear, or if someone gets too close they figure out that something is off about him. We have seen in every movie Loki has been in how his Clones appear.

Thor: Loki tricks a Frost Giant with a Clone. Then at the end of the movie he surrounds Thor with Clones.

Avengers: He surrounds the people trying to escape in Germany with Clones. Though it is known during this his clones wavered. Most likely cause he was in a weaker state.

Later he tricks Thor using a Clone to get him into the Hulk Cage to drop it.

Thor 2: He uses a Clone and Illusion to hide the mess of himself and his room after his Mother’s death.

Thor 3: He appears to Thor as a Clone in the Arena waiting hold where Thor then proceeds to throw rocks at him. Twice later Thor throws something at Loki to make sure he is real. Once chained in Valkyrie’s Room and then again when Loki appears in his room with a Bottle Top.

What all the clones have in common so far is that fact that they all get disrupted or disappear upon on contact from object or person. This is a good reason why Loki wouldn’t want anyone touching him if he maybe using a clone. The only times anyone can touch him and not destroy anything is his Illusions. Loki has shown he is a master of Illusion starting with Thor 2 when he turned into Captain America and also turned Thor into Sif. He would then turn into Odin at the end of the movie and use it into Thor 3 where he only then removes the illusion when threatened by Thor. Other times he has used an illusion have been seen through all the movies as he is actually Blue due to being Jotun. This never changes unless he uses something like the Casket. We have yet to really see him do it by his own means.

He also has used his illusions to make his room look untouched after his tantrum, to look dead, to look like a soldier of Asgard and to fool Maliketh by making it look like he had cut Thor’s hand off. So it is not too far fetched that Loki could use a Clone to change his locations while facing off Thanos and the others. An illusion placed on an already dead body as well. But how could a dead body work? They can’t walk on their own. True, but we have seen how both Thor and Loki have a skill to call things. Thor can call his hammer, but Loki can do that with many things. He can move things as well. This is shown many times when he has called his knives as well as when he was upset over Frigga’s death and blasted his room with energy, moving everything in it. So with a bit of concentration he could use a dead body and move it where he wanted. Thor never touches him during the second time Loki appears, nor does anyone else until Thanos grabs him, which he is wearing the gauntlet and won’t be able to tell he is holding a dead body and when Loki is dead, that is when Thor touches him again. Which since he is dead, you can’t tell the body was already dead before hand.

If he is using the Tesseract and never gave Thanos the real one, then his power would be increased and he would be able to do what he needs to do.

Which brings up the Tesseract, Loki is holding it and offering it to Thanos before he mentions Hulk and Hulk attacks. When he dives to push Thor out of the way, he drops it. A man with a plan doesn’t just drop something like that unless he means for the other side to get it, which only makes me think all the more it is a fake.

Now Hulk never does attack until Loki says, “We have a Hulk.” I find that odd after when in Thor 3 he was all over trying to smash all the monsters and Thor had to yell at him to stop.

That brings up how is it that Hulk could lose so quickly to Thanos. He’s taken down larger and harder hitting creatures then him. He took down a flying whale in Avengers!

Even the mortals are kicking Thanos around better then he was. But seems rather close to how Loki would get thrown about if he was the one attacking Thanos instead.

Loki has so many times to do something it’s crazy. After Thor is tackled, Loki disappears for a fair amount of time and then only appears again after Thor is gagged. Only then does Loki appear again. Now something I noticed at the end of Thor 3 you can actually see Loki has parked the Grandmasters ship on top of ship full of Asgardians. I don’t see it again as the ship is attacked in Infinity War. It could be possible that it was used to evacuate as many people as possible be there other ships to use or not to escape as well is unknown. The real Hulk/Bruce could be on there with Valkyrie, Korg, and Mike.

What many also think is strange is that Heimdall sends Hulk to earth and not Thor. Why save the mortal and not Thor?

I can only think is that Heimdall “See’s All”. As in Thor 3, he tells Loki, “I saw you coming.” Which we know from the first Thor movie Loki is visible to Heimdall only when he wants to be. He can make himself hidden when he is healthy and able.

Now once Hulk/Bruce get’s to earth is when it’s weird for him. We know that Hulk and Bruce don’t share the same memories, unless they wish too or someone tells them it seems more often then not. All of Thor 3 Bruce has no idea what has been going on with him and Hulk. He still is two years in the past. So when he gets to earth and lands in Strange’s staircase, he’s not fully Hulk anymore, and awake. When he left the ship, he was knocked out and Hulk, but first words out of his mouth are “THANOS IS COMING.” Now it’s possible he over heard that name, but he was Hulk since Asgard, at least that is what we know of. Bruce wouldn’t know about Thanos or his name.

Once Strange gets involved I thought it looked a little awkward when Bruce and Tony hugged upon meeting. As for the stones he does learn about them from Strange, but accepts it all quickly and doesn’t question things like Tony starts too, nope he goes straight to let’s get the rest of the Avengers right this moment. Find all the stones and get a move on stopping Thanos. I found it a bit strange that when Tony mentions that the Avengers Broke Up Bruce says, “Like the Beatles?” Very too British comment for me to let go not to be a bit Lokish. Another big thing that had me going, wait what, was the fact Bruce knows that Thanos sent Loki as the one to attack New York years ago. No one has ever, ever pointed it out in the movies. Loki hasn’t even said a word about it on screen or to others about since Avengers. He could have saved his ass before Thor 2 if he had said something, but no. Suddenly Bruce knows this and he’s been Hulk until this point. HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS BRUCE?! HOW DO YOU KNOW!? At no point have we even seen Loki tell Thor, Odin, Frigga, anyone. It’s always been kept from the Avengers and the rest of the Realms. Only the Audience has had this knowledge since we say everything. But Bruce is many times more of a thinker and finding a more civil way then just fighting it seems in the past, but suddenly is gun hoe to attack, but doesn’t once actually jump in as Hulk or try to be until Tony looks to him to do so when New York is under attack.

This is when we start to see Bruce can’t turn into the Hulk and Hulk is refusing to come out. Now first thinking it over once seeing the movie I thought Hulk was butt hurt about being beat up by Thanos or actually scared for once in his life, this has been taken by the Russo Brother’s as odd as they didn’t write it like that. I take that as a hint something is up with Hulk that they can’t say until we see the next Avengers movie.

But as I was saying, Bruce is just standing around and watching the others interact and talk about fighting and not trying to Hulk out. He has to be spurred to try. Bruce isn’t a watcher, he would try to do something I’m very sure. He is also more sassy snarky in my opinion then usual. It made sense in Thor 3 being on a different planet and freaking out, but on earth he’s not stressing out, he’s just being sassy. He’s Bantering with Hulk, he’s putting up his fists like he’s going to fight, kicks at chopped off hand and sasses with an ew. He get’s surprised by Strange’s portal and almost crushed by half of a car and then has a tree land on him after he makes sure Tony is alright.

So in the end he is being baby sat by Wong and questioning how Tony has gotten a new suit that can do more super stuff. Wouldn’t he have picked up on it being nano since he has 7 PHDs and him and Tony are Science bros?

He doesn’t freak out over portals also. He seems oddly comfortable using them. As a scientist I would have thought he’d be saying something about that. Asking how it works, etc.

He is bent on just getting the Avengers together. Urging Tony to call Steven. Getting Tony and Strange back on track when they start fighting. When Tony is taken to space he calmly asks what Wong is up to and then says himself he’s going to make a call. Uses the flip phone Tony dropped and gets ahold of Steve. Warns them about Vision and Wanda before they get back together with Rhodey. When he meets the other Avengers again, he is off, understandable, but at the same time he doesn’t appear to make any effort to make up to Nat. Like he doesn’t even know there was a relationship there, which if it is Loki he wouldn’t. After that he is still the one keeping people on track and informing them about the stones and Thanos since Strange is now gone. He knows Vision is next and gets them moving. When they show up in Wakanda to work on Vision, he doesn’t seem so knowledgable on his science work on how Tony and himself put Vision together. When Shuri asks why he didn’t do things a certain way, he’s only answer is we didn’t think of. At times he appears very much into delaying the destruction of the Mind Gem, which could be either taken as Bruce caring Vision is alive, or that he is doing this so Thanos does get the stone and activates the gauntlet with the fake tesseract gem and breaks it once Thanos has them all. Which Strange could have seen and why he gave up the Time gem.

Since he can’t Hulk out he uses the Hulk Busting Suit, makes sense either way as one unable to Hulk out or keeping ones cover. Bruce is also is the first one to mention that the Hoards of enemies are going to get to Vision if they kept up and circled around. He isn’t the best at using the Hulk Busting suit and does get overwhelmed by the enemy until Thor appears and saves him. Which he then laughs happily and screams, “You’re So Screwed Now.” That again is something Hulk would know, but not Bruce. He doesn’t know about Thor’s lightening. Only Hulk did. Loki would have this sort of reaction though since he was all grins and very proud of his brothers new powers.

Bruce is the first one to see Thanos arrive, points him out to the team without ever seeing him as Bruce. Hulk had only seen Thanos in person.

Which when he tries to attack Thanos he gets phased into a rock wall, which some how at the end of the movie he gets out of in the suit and looks no worse for wear. How did he get free? Which the movie ends with everyone in mourning over the loss of those who have just disappeared. So there isn’t a moment before that that it can be proved or disproved Bruce is not Loki.

Now the ways that it couldn’t be Loki:

Hulk disappears and then Loki dies. How would he get to earth during that and do his trick back on the ship?

He very appears to actually care about Vision as a person, though when first mentioning Vision he calls him a Super Bot which is very Loki like, though later he calls him a person and offers the idea of separating the stone and vision. Either he did this meaning to do so, or he was trying to make something up or get them out of a high populated area.

He can’t even science alone. He needs help. Bruce is very smart and could have started something on his own.

Does mention Vision is part of him, Tony and Jarvis. Which is true that they all worked on Vision, but Tony and Jarvis were a bigger part of it, Bruce was reluctant and the mind gem was used by Loki.

The fact he knows Vision exists. Though this could be explained for Loki as he was pretending to be Odin and would know what is going on and can use Heimdall to know this stuff too. He even sent Sif to Earth to help out.

They both could figure out the Hulk Busting Suit over time, though knew the repulsers right off the bat.

Not really into flying around, but running and using hand to hand combat more.

Only flew when Vision needed help.

Tries hard to protect Vision, but at the same time gets distracted.

Though he is overwhelmed the second time, he does end up killing the enemy all on his own, even saying “It won’t be like New York. This Suit has already kicked the crap out of the Hulk.” This could be very Bruce, but also Loki at least for the fact of the New York Comment. He won’t be used this time and will help kick their asses.

Has a fairly long banter about Hulk and calling him an asshole and working things out, but this too could either way.

Another interesting thing was how he acted to the knowledge of T’Challa as a King. This could go either way with Bruce or Loki not sure of the custom if he should bow or not.

If Loki has been in on everything and did hint to Thor to go get his hammer, he knew it would be strong enough to take on the Gauntlet and the fake gem would destroy it upon him using it.

There is so many other ways it could go pro or con on the theory, but I’ve already typed so much and this took me more then a day to do lol. So I’m going to leave it at this and let you all decide if it’s possible until we all see how it ends.

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Intergalactic Travel Is Hard On Bazongas

“Do you have everything?” Thor’s booming voice asked behind her.

“Yup!” Darcy excitedly replied, finally closing the last zipper on her suitcase, and getting up from on top of it. Seriously, sitting on suitcases to get them zipped. Total lifehack.

Thor looked over at her bulging suitcase, and gave her one of his beaming smiles. “Are you sure you packed enough clothing?” he asked with obvious mischief.

“Hey, mister,” Darcy said, “I don’t know what kind of clothing people wear on your planet, but on this planet, it’s hard to find clothing that actually fits. Particularly when you’re shaped like me.” She gestured at her chest, which was strapped in place with her strongest sports bra for the journey. She was not about to show up in Asgard with a black eye from her own boobs.

“My father will provide you clothing, I am sure,” Thor said confidently. “We are known for our hospitality, and as our honored guest, we will provide you with the clothing required for all feasts and celebrations while you are visiting.”

“That’s real sweet of you, blondie, but I still feel better with some of my own stuff. Skinny jeans are something that are hard to replicate.” She managed to pull her suitcase along the rough ground, and gave Thor a grateful look when he easily picked it up and hauled it over to the middle of the bridge entrance. Seriously: that sucker must have weighed forty pounds. Never underestimate the awesomeness of having your own personal Norse god on call.

“You almost done with getting us ready?” Darcy asked, as Jane was bent over the computer, talking intensely with another scientist. She saw Jane jump as Thor put one of his hands on her shoulder, only to realize who it was a moment later and relax into his touch.

“Yes, the Einstein-Rosen bridge is stable and ready, but I just want to do a few more calculations—”

“You’ve done them for weeks!” Darcy said, grabbing one of Jane’s arms and dragging her away from the computer. “You only have one anniversary. Week. Celebration. Thingy. Seriously, thanks for inviting me to Asgard with you.”

“It was my pleasure and honor, my lighting sister.” Thor said, placing her suitcase in the center of the bridge, along with Jane’s small bag. “Additionally, you’ve never been to Asgard, and I desire for you to see the beauty of my homeland.”

“I’m just glad to be dragged along. It is your anniversary trip, after all.”

“It’s our second anniversary, really,” Jane admitted, as she stepped into the center of the bridge entrance and checked it all over for the eighth time. “Four years since we met the first time. We already had our real anniversary in November, but Thor insisted I needed to see Asgard in spring, not just in winter.”

“Indeed,” Thor replied with obvious pride. “The glory of Asgard in the deepest of fall is nothing compared to the plumage breaking through in the return of foliage. It is something that must be experienced firsthand.”

“Are we ready to go?” Darcy asked, dancing nervously in place. Even though she was very, very ready to get to Asgard, she was less than prepared for the trip there. The way Jane talked about it with obvious glee, comparing it to a roller coaster, didn’t help. She was an adrenaline junkie, but accelerating through wormholes at the speed of light wasn’t the most appealing mean of transportation.

“Aye, I believe it is time we go,” Thor said, pulling the wandering Jane into his embrace, and lifting Mjolnir towards the sky. Jane and Darcy both clung onto him as tight as they could, and before Darcy could blink, they were off.

Okay, let’s just say that going through the wormhole was like… how could she describe this? Weird, first off. Real, REAL weird. It was a little like being in a jet: you knew you were going really, really fast, and you felt all dizzy and like you were about to upchuck your lunch, but at the same time it felt like you weren’t moving at all. The view, though, was the most unnerving part of it all. She could just barely see outside the tube of blue light, and she could swear she could make out stars, and the earth itself. It kinda reminded her of the time vortex, if she was honest.

She’d rather be in the TARDIS, though. Way cozier.

Fortunately, it lasted all of a few seconds, and before she could really process it she was laying on the cold, hard floor of a small building, trying to catch her breath. She looked up, and Jane offered her hand, pulling her to her feet and saying, “The first time’s always the hardest. It gets easier each time around.”

Darcy turned, and saw Thor talking to an enormous black man in brown armor, with huge golden antlers on his head. Kinda reminded her of the helmet Loki wore during the Battle of New York. Must be an Asguardian thing.

Thor turned around and said to the giant, “You know my Jane, but you have not yet met her companion. This is Darcy Lewis, the woman who has her own lightning. Darcy, this is Heimdall.”

“Oh, it’s you!” Darcy exclaimed. “I’ve heard so much about you, and how you helped Thor get back to Jane. Thanks for that, by the way. Without it, we’d probably all be dead right about now.”

“Indeed, that possibility is very likely,” Heimdall said. “And I have heard much of you, as well, both at Thor’s request and from word of your admirers.”

“…admirers?” Darcy asked, turning to Thor, who blushed. Wow, whatever this was must be big to get that kind of reaction from Thor. She’d seen him do some things without the faintest blush that she wished she could wipe from her memory.

“I may have told of your exploits with your taser the last time I visited,” he explained. “Among others, the warrior-maiden Sif wishes to meet you.”

“Sounds like fun!” Darcy said, bouncing off to get her suitcase, and nearly toppled over before Thor grabbed it from her. “Let’s get going!”

The city of Asgard was even harder to believe than the trip there. She swore the buildings were made of gold, even though she knew that was impossible. Yeah, she had been paying attention in chemistry class, thank you very much! Alloys, and all that junk. She also couldn’t believe what the people were wearing. It was like a bunch of people started larping during prom. They were dressed to the nines, and decked out with as many weapons as Natasha on a good day. She was quickly learning that thigh holsters were quite popular… hmm, maybe she could get one for her taser? That’d be a fun way of going native.

It was also really weird to see people treat Thor as a prince. Like, she knew that officially he was next in line to be king and everything, but still. He was her hunky lug of a big brother figure… wait. If he was a prince, and Jane was the potential future queen, did that make her a princess?

She was still mulling (make that panicking and nearly hyperventilating) over that possibility when they were ushered into the throne room. She saw an old guy with an eyepatch on the throne, who she assumed was Thor’s dad, but she was still too worried to notice the people beside him in the room.

“Allfather,” Thor said, kneeling before him. “I present to you Lady Jane, whom you have previously met, and Lady Darcy, my lightning sister.”

“Welcome again, Lady Jane,” the king said, nodding in her direction before setting his one good eye onto her. Huh, she thought absently, I guess cyclopes are real, and not just at SHIELD. “Lady Darcy, I have heard much of your… unusual pursuits.”

Darcy panicked internally. How do you respond to a king? He was looking at her expectantly. What she ended up blurting out was, “You mean the time I tased Thor, or the other people?”

The king looked at her curiously for a moment, and then chuckled. “Beautiful and bold, I see. Thor, you certainly know how to surround yourself in clever, courageous women. It’s good to see that that has not changed during your time in Midgard.” He turned back to her and remarked, “The tales of your actions have spread widely, particularly as Heimdall tells of their repetition. I hope to hear them firsthand during your time with us.”

Oh, crap. The king wants to hear her explain why, and how, she tased his son. And Tony. And Clint. And Fury. Wow, she really wasn’t very good at this, was she? And… did he seriously call her beautiful?!

All she could manage was a nod, and he seemed to take this as an answer. “Excellent. Now, my son, please show your companions to their rooms, besides yours, before the feast this evening.” And with that, he dramatically rose, and waltzed behind a curtain, his coat glimmering emerald green for a moment before his disappearance.

Wow. For a king, he sure was a drama queen. She saw where Thor got it from.

Before she could comment on it, however, she was overwhelmed by three men, each talking over the others in an attempt to ask her a question first. Fortunately, they were restrained by a tall brunette, who pulled them back by their long, overly-fancy cloaks and declared, “Give her some time. Can’t you tell she’s overwhelmed?”

Darcy smiled gratefully at the woman, and said, “Not exactly overwhelmed, just having a touch of trouble adjusting. After all, it’s not every day that you go through a trans-dimensional portal and a king demands you tell him stories of the times you humiliated yourself by shooting a few hundred thousand volts through all your friends.”

The men gaped at her a bit, but the woman tilted her head back and laughed, and it was both nice and a bit terrifying. This chick was definitely giving off a Natasha vibe: the ‘friendly but I could kill you with a toothpick’ thing. “That’s quite a way to put it, I suppose,” she said, before releasing the men’s cloaks. “I am Sif, warrior maiden of Asgard, companion of Thor. These,” she gestured with affectionate contempt at the men, much the same way Pepper sometimes looked at Tony, “are the Warriors Three. Supposedly the strongest and bravest men on Asgard, although that is debatable.”

The blond man stepped forwarding and grabbed her hand, bending down to kiss it before saying, “It is an honor to be in the presence of a woman so beautiful and brave.”

Sif bent down and gave him a slap over the back of the head, saying, “You can’t hit on every woman you come across!” She looked at Darcy, and said, “I apologize for him. That’s Fandral, and he’ll hit on anything with breasts and a pulse.”

“No worries,” Darcy said with a smile. “My boss used to be the same way, before he got himself hitched to a feisty redhead who can take him out with her pinky.”

“Oh, a fellow warrior?” Sif eyes lit up, and wow, she was SO getting an invite to Girl’s Night. Sif + Natasha + Pepper = lots of fun, with possible world destruction on the menu. AKA, a normal Tuesday.

“Something like that. She’s more on the authoritative side of things, though. Runs the business that funds, uh, basically everything.”

“Sounds like an admirable woman,” the blondie stated, taking her arm and gently guiding her through the halls, Sif and the two other men keeping up.

“She totally is,” Darcy insisted, both displeased at being led around, and grateful that someone could give her the tour, as Thor seemed to have disappeared in the din with Jane.

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Sugar (9/?)

AN: I apologize for the long wait, but I had neither dthe energy (due to a lot of work), nor the motivation (caused partly by the missing feetback /reblogs on this story- sometimes I realy think what I wrtie it not worth much) and the lacking of Ideas (writers block sucks big time, so please let me know what you think will happen ;)) But here it finally is, the 9th chapter of my Sugardaddy Loki fic.

and THANK YOU to all those lovely readers that reblogged and let me know what they thought^^

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Part 8

Ignoring the disgusting presence of Ego and Puppy, you tried to enjoy the meal. And you did; well most of the time.

“Were you able to get everything you wanted and needed to?”, Loki asked you with interest.

“Yes, though not every thing was buy able in your stores or the ones Bucky brought me to at first. We had to drive to one of the big Walmart like stores to get the rest.”, you answered preparing the next bite on your fork.

“Really? And what was it that you couldn´t get.”, the man frowned.

“Basic clothes, to wear while in the flat.”, you hummed, “Well, there were some to buy in your stores, but those were not really comfortable, there was something wrong with the feeling on my skin.”

“I will keep that in mind. Has Barnes informed you about the security measures we will install tomorrow?”

“You mean the safe word? Yes, I am already thinking about which one I could chose. I have no idea.”

“Oh save word? That is so useless and over rated. Where is the fun in that?”, Ego suddenly chuckled and your eyes turned big, “ you see, my girls let me do everything I want. You should try it Laufeyson. There is nothing better than fucking just the way you want with no one to care about.”

Excuse me. That is disgusting -

“I like my companions to be their own persons and not holes to fuck.”, Loki almost growled.

“Suit yourself.”, the man shrugged and returned to play with Puppy beneath the table.

“Loki-”, you breathed no able to mask your disgust.

“Mariella, we are leaving. Please send the check to my office. Heimdall will transfer the amount we own with tips. And please pack two kinds of each dessert you offer for me to take with us.” , the CEO stated while standing up and pulling the chair back for you.

“I will see to it Mr Laufeyson. I will send someone to your Apartment as soon as they are finished.”, the hostess offered a smile.

“Thank you Mariella. Mr Quill, I fear we have to continue our business in a different way and on a different date.”, that were the last words he spoke before guiding you outside.

“Barnes will drive us back. We will meet him somewhere, I need some air after this.”

“Yeah.”, you hummed, “I feel you.”

Silence hung between the two of you while you walked two blocks down the streets where Bucky met you.

“Boss, (y/n), Back to the tower?”, he greeted, already knowing the evening hadn´t gone by in a good way.

“Yes, please.”, the CEO nodded.

The next day you had updated the security protocol with your saveword, that would send out an alarm to the security department (speak: Thor and Bucky) and allow them to hear and see what was happening in real time (with maybe 3 seconds delay).

The word you had chosen was “Rosebutt”, and for the occasion of the day you decided to bake some chili after your mothers recipe and invited (after asking Loki of course) for dinner.

It was served in the common area and you used it to meet those you hadn´t met before. Speak: Mr Tony Stark (head of IT) and Mrs Pepper Potts-Stark (Head of Public relations), they came in the presence of a teenager , Peter Parker, who apparently did a long term internship and was something like the little brother/ son everybody wanted. Anyone of those present would die for that boy and after the evening, you decided you would as well.

He was just so innocent and whole-hearted you knew you would do anything to make him happy.

Peter would definitely get the biggest birthday cake you ever made for his next birthday, that was certain.

___

It was close to Christmas when you received heavy news; news that made you call Pietro to drive you to Loki´s office.

“Good morning (y/n), go right through.”, Heimdall greeted you without looking away from the file-closet he was currently searching.

As always you wondered how he was able to always know everything that was happening.

Loki called it a gift, you called it a talent any good secretary needed but only a few have.

“(y/n), what is wrong? Heimdall informed me that you were in distress coming here.”, the CEO asked you with deep worry in his voice.

“I need to leave.”, you breathed, “My aunt called, my Mom apparently in a bad shape at the moment and her boss told her if my aunt can´t cover the shifts his girlfriend does not want to work, she will lose her job. I need to go home and see after my mom while my aunt has to work double shifts. Neither of them would accept any money to help and-”

Loki looked relieved when he heard you did not want to leave for good but were ´just´ needed at home.

“Heimdall will take care of the flight and everything else. Take as much time as you need and if you need anything else, let me know.”, he nodded, totally ignoring (or not hearing?) your statement you would give him everything you have to offer in return.

You had continued rambling on, not realizing that he had already spoken to you, “And I don´t want anything in return. Family is important. Go, take care of your Mother.”

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you.”, you shouted, though your voice was muffled by his suit. You had started to hug him once you had registered his answer, with your head pressed against his chest.

It took a moment for his surprise to wear of, you usually did not touch him like that, but then he embraced you in his arms and whispered into your hear.

“No need to thank me. Take care and call me.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Your flight will leave in three hours from La Guardia. Pietro will drive you back to the tower where you can pack. I already organized for suitcases to be brought up to your room and a car will be waiting in Meadows Field to drive you to your mothers home. If you need a room for any reason, call me and I will have one organized; no matter what time of day.”, Heimdal spoke the second you left the office.

How in the hell does he do that?

“Thank you. And I mean it.”, you almost sobbed, on your way down to the lobby and back into the car.

___

“What are you doing here?”, you stuttered, surprised to see Bucky opening the car-door for you once the car had stopped at the Airport VIP entrance.

“I am your Bodyguard, remember? Where you go, I go. Heimdall called and informed me roughly about what is going on. And before you start to worry: I had nothing to do than working at the club. So no, you do not intervene with any plans I may have had. Now, if you would follow me, someone will get you bags while we will wait in the VIP lounge for boarding.”, your friend and bodyguard spoke before you could even think of apologizing for trashing his plans. All you could do was nod and follow him into the building.

“Take whatever you want. The food is included in the yearly fee Boss is paying. It is really good.”, he smiled, motioning to a buffet that stood on one side of the lounge.

“Maybe. When does the plane start? I don´t think Heimdal gave me an exact time, or a ticket if I think of it.”

“No need for a ticket, trust me, and for the time. I think in one hour, but if there is an earlier opening, someone will come and get us. They won´t leave without us. I can assure you that.”

You wondered what he meant with ´No need for a ticket.´ You never heard about someone being able to fly without one, but it made sense once you left the shuttle (a small limousine) onto the tarmak and stood in front of a private Jet with the Asgardian Logo on its side towards the end.

“Don´t tell me you thought Boss would make you fly commercial and possibly even economy or first? Let´s go inside. The flight takes a few hours and, the earlier we leave here, the earlier we are at your Mother´s.”

Part 10

AN 2.0. So what do you think is going on?

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated:)

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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