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bones4thecats · 4 months

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Dear Author-chan, can I request for ROR Hades, Poseidon, Thor and Heracles

It's how the husband fall in love and married to S/o who isekai in ROR. How it happen, is up to you author-chan

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Hades, Poseidon, Heracles, and Thor Name: {Character} During Ragnarok with their Isekai-ed! Reader Requester: Anonymous

A/N: I honestly loved writing this, just making the most fun dynamic and putting in an Isekai-ed! Reader with some of the most serious characters in the show was amazing! I hope you enjoy, lil bubble🫧!

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💀 When Hades first met you, you were being held by the rest of the Gods as a possible invader, since you appeared out of nowhere and they didn't know what your intentions were, especially when you said you knew where you were, despite being, well, alive-seeming

💀 Hades sat beside his brother, Poseidon, and looked down at you before smirking, thinking of how pathetic-minded his fellow Gods were, you were no threat to them, after all

💀 When the trial ended with you being let go, under the condition of being watched over by a God, Hades offered you to stay in one of his nearby guestrooms in his palace

💀 You knew what was going to happen to him in the future, and when you warned him about that when Ragnarok commenced, he urged Poseidon to not fight, to no avail

💀 Hades looked at you, and you knew that he wanted to fight to protect his brother's honor, but, he knew how much it would hurt you, despite being married for eons

💀 Watching you hold yourself back from warning him not to do anything, he shocked you by sitting down and not declaring himself the next fighter, instead, he commented how sad it was that his younger brother died without any real sendoff

💀 To which you and him stayed seated, and that night, you thanked him and hugged him super close

💀 While he was wondering how you could've possibly known what would happen in every round of Ragnarok, he just smirked, pushing the thought away for another time

🔱 You and Poseidon did not start off on the best foot, since you just appeared out of nowhere and fell onto Adamas, prompting him to try attacking you, with you just running to hide behind Hades, who protected you from the oncoming attack

🔱 Poseidon would sit beside you as you both read, normally, it'd just be silent, but, on the rarest occasion, he would spark a small conversation, or just indulge your own, which started his long train-ride of pining for you

🔱 When Brunhilde declared Ragnarok, you had to hold your husband back from straight-up attacking her then, since she offended him by claiming they were all weak, they were Gods! The most perfect beings in the universe!

🔱 Your husband did not offer himself to be a fighter, rather, Zeus chose him to be one, because his attacks were so ruthless and cold-hearted, much like himself

🔱 You held his hand during the second round, that being Zeus vs. Adam, the father of the Cosmos against the Father of Humanity, it really was a fight for the ages

🔱 Much like with Hades, you warned Poseidon about what was going to happen if he were to fight. While normally, he would turn down your concerns and dismiss you by saying you were crazy to believe a human could kill him, a God, he listened to you

🔱 He saw how heartbroken you looked, and you did say Ragnarok would happen, and that Thor would win and wield Mjolnir without his gloves and that Adam would die standing, so, he couldn't help but look at you when Sasaki Kojiro, his opponent, stood before him with a determined look

🔱 But, forfeiting was not an option anymore, but, thankfully, Sasaki knocked him out and gave you a thumbs up. Thank goodness you spoke to him...

💪 While training with Ares one day, he heard the sound of guards yelling while a scream pierced his and Ares' ears, causing them to pause and look as you ran towards them and away from the guards

💪 Ares ordered them to leave and return to their posts as Heracles spoke to you on how you got here, since you were a human and very much alive, and Valhalla was full of Gods, and the technical dead

💪 You and Heracles became very close friends after that experience, and eventually, after a long while, Heracles married you and began a life of things that most romance movies contain

💪 Zeus had chosen Heracles as a fighter in the fourth round of Ragnarok, but, as you knew what was to occur in the round, you opposed the decision when Heracles told you about it

💪 Heracles had immediately asked why you were opposing to his father's decision, to which you used his love for Humanity card, but he only used it against you with the solid question of how you knew he wanted Humanity alive and not dead like his fellow Gods

💪 Your husband knew you better than anyone, and he could detect when someone lies or was upset easily, so seeing your eyes swell over with hidden pain, he asked once again what was going on

" Heracles- please don't think of me as crazy for saying this. But, if you fight, you'll die. And I, I cannot strain the fact that I cannot afford to lose you... please, just please don't fight... "

💪 He looked down at you and smiled lightly, before asking the question you wanted to hear for years

" How about we head to Brunhilde and Göll? I'm sure Humanity needs their biggest supporters beside them. "

🌩️ Thor was not amused when Loki flew into his home carrying you by the foot as you tried your best not to scream, he had threatened you that if you screamed, he'd break your leg, and let's be honest here, we want to not be able to walk for another reason

🌩️ He watched as you tried to free Loki's grip on your ankle and he just looked at you with a happy yet sadistic smile, making Thor's eyebrows furrow

🌩️ Eventually, he sent a bolt of lightning that went between Loki's hand and your ankle, making the God of Mischief drop you onto the ground as Thor grabbed you and carried you away

🌩️ It took a while, but Thor started to seek you out at your new home that was located just outside Asgard that he got for you as a place, since you said you didn't have a home, quite often

🌩️ Your friendship grew into romantic interest after a while, and he began to court you until he proposed a few months later in the same spot you both met

🌩️ While Ragnarok approach fast, Thor was training far more often, which caused your heart to ache a bit, knowing what was going to happen to the one he'd eventually find common ground with in the midst of battle

🌩️ Thor came inside the day before the first round of Ragnarok and sat down to eat diner with you, despite being a God which didn't need much food to survive, he found value and solace in eating a meal with you, it made your lives feel more domestic then ever

🌩️ He noticed how down you looked while one of the workers asked how you both thought Ragnarok would go, and he asked for a minute alone with you, which he got

" My S/O, why are you so down when Ragnarok is mentioned? " " It's just that- well... "

🌩️ After explaining everything to him, Thor was second-guessing what you were saying, but he took the words to heart, maybe the human was stronger than he thinks

🌩️ Nowadays, he and Lü Bu are practically best friends, while you are known as the reason the two strongest people in Valhalla are good friends

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xalygatorx · 5 months

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Worthy (2015) | Chapter 9, "Better"

Disappearing sporadically in public spaces quickly becomes Cora Dempsey's least concerning problem when suddenly she captures the attention of the forming Avengers Initiative, the World Security Council, and Asgard's fallen prince all in one week. And the universe is only just getting started with her.

Worthy is a slow-burn SFW Marvelverse (films) romance between Loki and a female OC. For additional details on what canon is used, see the Prologue post.

Summary: Loki and Cora arrive back at the warehouse from California. Coulson arrives to detain Cora. Loki chooses a side. Cora is faced with a potentially fatal ultimatum back at SHIELD headquarters.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!OC

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3.4k

"Where's the hammer?"

"Where do you think?"

"Um, not here?"

"Well, you are not wrong…," Loki admitted a little exasperatedly, glancing toward the dusty warehouse ceiling with little interest as he felt Cora step away from his side, which caused her to become entirely visible once more. He'd used his seithr to get them back undetected and still wore it until a moment later when he allowed the magic to drop from his form.

Cora frowned up at him with a bit of an apprehensive expression. "Did it get called back up?" she asked.

Loki flashed back to the hammer blasting through the wall and glanced at the hole he'd been dragged through, which Cora had yet to turn around and notice. "Quite."

She followed his gaze and her eyes widened. "Holy sh—"

"Indeed," he murmured indifferently.

Cora frowned as she pondered the development, remembering the fact that she could wield Mjolnir was the only reason he'd taken her with him in the first place, and was also the only reason he had kept her from SHIELD's grasp. She hesitantly worked up the nerve to ask, "So, now what?"

Loki blinked down at her, as if it hadn't already occurred to him that her usefulness had waned. He was about to say something when his attention was redirected toward the garage door down the aisle, his eyes narrowing at it.

He raised his hand to silently shush Cora—who was on the verge of asking what was wrong—as he walked slowly toward the end of the room, murmuring for her to stay put while he investigated. She stayed where she was, not knowing what had spurred on his little prowl in the first place. It was only when a shadow appeared through the hole in the wall that she realized what might've caught his interest.

"Hello again." Cora jolted in surprise and looked over, seeing the thin-haired, smiling man from weeks prior, Phil Coulson, stepping through the gap with his hands in the pockets of his steel-colored dress pants.

She instinctively started to bolt, but two of the armored agents accompanying him raised their assault rifles, aiming them at her. The lasers flickered red at certain angles from the scopes, their disjointed beams dancing over her heart and head.

She froze and looked to Phil, who appeared apologetic. "We've been put in a tough spot, Cora. If you don't come with us this time, things might turn ugly."

"I guessed that from the guns," she quipped softly, pursing her lips. She felt dazed from the shock of the ambush, not snapping out of it until she was being grabbed by two more agents in black armored SWAT suits, one on each side. Her visibility became a bit unstable for a few seconds and it was only then that she glanced toward Loki, who she saw standing precisely where he'd been moments ago, unmoving.

She would never admit it, but she was hoping beyond hope that he'd help her. For the first time in the longest time and without her permission, she felt vulnerable and hated how her expression crumpled when he remained where he was, his features as indifferent as ever as he watched them drag her off and then disappeared beneath his magic's shield.

The plainest form of what Cora felt was betrayal. It made little sense for her to feel that way, but she'd let herself get in too deep with this would-be king. Her jaw clenched a bit as the agents hauled her out, past Coulson and the archer-agent she'd seen days ago. She hid the weird myriad of things she was feeling rather well as someone tucked her head under the doorframe of a Humvee outside, the blistering heat managing to make its way inside the military vehicle despite the blasts of air conditioning from the front.

Cora watched reservedly as the agents filed into the back with her, the bowman finally introducing himself. "Agent Clint Barton," he said brusquely without much explanation except a look of approval from Phil. When she arched a brow at them, Clint elaborated, "Agent Coulson thought it was rude that I didn't introduce myself last time."

"I said it wasn't exactly helpful," Phil corrected kindly. "Familiarization and all that—"

"What do you want from me?" Cora gritted, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Phil sighed, his smile faltering a little. "To help. That's what we've been trying to explain to you all along. It's just become more…crucial that we talk things out now."

"Why?" she asked warily. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain everything when we get to headquarters."

"No way, you can't pull that kind of ambiguity on me and then say we'll talk about it later," she snapped before frowning and backing down a little. "At least a hint?"

"It's a matter of life and death," Clint said bluntly.

Cora's brow furrowed. "Mine?"

"Yes," Phil relinquished with an apologetic frown.

"Well… Fuck," Cora muttered.

The Humvee rolled to a stop several hours later, cuing Phil and Clint to get up from their seats. Phil got out first, followed by Cora, and then Clint, then the other two agents who had been riding along in the back with them. She glanced around the underground garage briefly as she followed the SHIELD agents, the lot of them making a bit of a ring around her. Did they really think she intended to strike up a fight? She wouldn't stand a chance. The only true defense she might've had to her name had already bailed on her in seconds flat.

Logically, she shouldn't have been surprised. He was from another world, endeavoring to gain a throne on said world, was openly intending to use her for her talents from the get-go, and had not once referred to her by name. All signs pointed to extreme ostracism of her while the rest simply didn't make sense now, apart from perhaps it all being a ploy to earn her favor and trust. That was what the emotional side of her was holding onto. She'd honestly thought they were getting somewhere; as allies at the very least.

Wrong, she thought simply with a frown. It bothered her more than she would've liked, but he wasn't her concern anymore. She was the one who was in danger. A lab rat at last.

The pair led her into what looked to be a conference room made mostly of glass and black leather, giving it a very modern look. She noticed that the backup agents had left their company, narrowing it down to just the three of them apart from the man already in the room, looking out the enormous glass windows.

Before he even turned around, she knew who he was, recognized him from a few news stories and public announcements she'd seen around the time of the New Mexico incident. Tall, sturdily built, wearing a long black trench coat, with an eyepatch over his left eye: Director of SHIELD, Nick Fury.

He nodded to her, glancing toward the window panes warily before walking toward the long conference table and pressing a button before he sat down, which caused shaded panels to slowly descend over the window. "Too sunny for you, sir?" Coulson smiled, seeming to take a jab at Fury's dark demeanor as he pulled Cora's chair out for her and then sat down, himself, Clint doing the same.

"I'm not so much worried about the view as I am about being viewed," he replied informatively, his voice deep and matter-of-fact.

Phil and Clint seemed to understand, but Cora was left as the odd one out, which she didn't take well to under normal circumstances. "Viewed by who? No one could possibly—"

"These windows double as communication screens, Miss Dempsey," he explained and while he did give her an answer, she didn't appreciate the interruption. "It wouldn't be the first time the system was overrode and we were put on surveillance."

"Then again, Stark did that as a power play to get up our asses," Clint admitted with a very subtle smirk on his usually stoic features. "Not sure even the higher-ups know how to do that."

Fury's attention was still on Cora. "You know why you're here by now, I assume?" he asked directly.

"Because I'm a freak," Cora murmured with a biting tone. Phil frowned at her words, but she didn't divert her dark gaze from Fury.

"Because our superiors see you as a threat, actually," Fury corrected her calmly, leaning forward a little in his chair. "Before it was because we wanted you in our ranks, but that ship has sailed."

"I'm so torn up about it," she retorted bravely and there was a heavy pause before Fury actually cracked a smile, Phil and Clint soon to follow.

"I can tell," Fury volleyed back before saying with his businesslike tone restored, "First thing's first, your grandmother is just fine. Still at your uncle—"

"What?" Cora blurted out, her eyes wide with shock. "What do you mean, he told me she—"

"That was an effort to bring you out of hiding. It was easy to hack his phone and send you a message about a funeral that was happening that day. We would've intervened immediately had you gone in and discovered the truth, but you didn't, which gave us more time to ease into this."

"Well, glad I could be a fucking help," she muttered very fast and very sarcastically before demanding, "Do you realize what you put me through? Are you all even human?!"

"We did," Phil sighed, looking over at her. "It was a last resort and we were getting desperate."

"Why were you getting desperate, it's not like I was doing anything horrible or even illegal!"

"Because there is a death warrant on your head," Fury said pointedly, which caused her to stop and listen. "I'm supposed to have eliminated you already, but we're instead trying to come up with a compromise that won't bring the World Security Council down on all our heads."

"World Sec—why are they involved? I flashed out of sight at a park and a subway station, there are people in those parts who flash in other much more traumatizing manners, shouldn't that be more of a concern?"

"It wasn't the disappearing act you pulled, it was the thing with the hammer. It scared them and now they don't want to deal with someone apart from the Asgardian god we already have as our ally being able to use an invincible weapon. Who was the man you were seen with at the church?"

"Old friend from the area who stopped by to comfort me about a lie you used just to put me in a position that would get me killed," she lied reflexively, doing so seamlessly.

"If we hadn't resorted to that, you'd already be dead," Clint said firmly, bringing an end to the debate. It did the job because Cora backed down, raking a hand through her hair and consequentially pulling out her hair tie, just putting it on her wrist instead as she shook her head slowly. "What?"

"This is just…insane," she said and her voice sounded tired now, sapped of her usual ferocity.

"It is," Phil agreed thoughtfully. "But we're working to fix it. Just, please, cooperate. For all our sakes."

Cora glanced at him and smirked though the expression was weak. "Me being here is me cooperating. Where else would I go?"

"Good," Director Fury declared with finality as he stood up, Phil and Clint following suit. "Agent Barton, would you escort Miss Dempsey to where she will be staying until we reach a final plan of action? Agent Coulson, I'd like to speak to you privately."

"Yes, sir," both agents said at once. Cora stood up and walked out of the conference room with Clint, glancing briefly over her shoulder just before the door shut behind her.

Phil turned to Fury questioningly as the director stared down at the call box on the table. "Sir?"

Fury frowned a little as he turned to look at Phil. "You've done some extensive research on the crash of the Valkyrie. Correct?" he asked slowly, knowing he was going out on a limb with this backup plan if the World Security Council didn't sway the way he wanted them to on Cora's "sentence."

"Silly question," Phil noted, considering the ties the superbomber had to his childhood idol, Captain America. "Yes, I have, mostly on whim. The field agents and biochemists on Level 5 mostly dealt with all that after it was discovered in the Arctic. But… Why do you ask?"

"Because our options are few and far between," Fury admitted, looking weary. She wasn't the only "issue" he was dealing with at present; the world had been turning gradually more volatile as of late, with news of extraterrestrials and the like spreading through the proverbial grapevines.

"I don't understand."

Fury was prepared to elaborate when the communication pad began to beep in low tones, the windows glassing over with loading icons. Taking a deep breath and glancing toward Phil, Fury raised the shades and answered the call.

Cora stood under the hot cascade of the shower, fiercely scrubbing product into her hair with reckless abandon. As soon as Clint had pointed out the adjoining bathroom to her small living quarters, her mood had been lifted, if only a smidgen. Her only regret was not finger-combing through her locks before rubbing in the shampoo; it was a disastrous mess of tangles now, but she still couldn't care less. She was clean, dammit.

She smirked a little at the joy she found in the simple indulgence, the expression fading slowly when she raised her hand to run through her hair as she rinsed out the suds, and the bold tattoo on her wrist caught her eye. An unanswered question; inked into her skin and embedded into her mind. It was her name, Loki had said, but how had she known how to write it? None of it made sense. Another thing that didn't make much sense was why she'd protected Loki when he'd not lifted a single finger to aid her.

Cora soon shut off the water and pulled the dark blue towel she'd been supplied with from over the chrome doorframe. Wrapping it around herself, she pressed against the door until it popped open and stepped out, shutting the steamy glass panel behind her. It was amazing how much of a difference a shower could make in her attitude.

On the edge of the simple full-sized bed near the center of the opposite wall was a folded set of clothes, given that hers had been on her back for a few days now. Cora picked them up curiously, finding that it was a femininely tailored SHIELD uniform. With a small huff at the irony, she dropped her towel and put it all on, boots included. She stole a glance at herself in the reflection off the window as she dried her hair off. Phil would be proud; she wore it well.

That was confirmed when Agent Barton came back to get her to escort her to the conference room, seeing as Fury had gotten an answer apparently much faster than anyone had expected. She'd opened the door after Clint had knocked and the sniper-archer had greeted her with a brow-raise of approval. "Suits you."

"Thanks," she murmured as they began their trek down the hallway, soon arriving outside the door.

They walked in and Phil smiled at her, commenting, "It's really too bad we couldn't figure something out sooner. You look kickass in uniform."

The man actually caused her to genuinely smile, which dimmed a bit when she saw Fury's look of forced composure. "Well, go on," she murmured reluctantly, the suspense putting her more on edge than knowing the actual outcome would. Or so she thought.

Fury cleared his throat and murmured, "They're not letting up on the warrant. They still believe you are too dangerous to be 'running loose.' To be kept alive."

"So, are you going to do it or is Robin Hood over here going to do the honors?" Cora snapped quietly before frowning and murmuring an apology to Clint for her undeserved slam, who just shook his head and clapped a sympathetic hand against her shoulder. When she turned her gaze back to Fury, he looked conflicted. "There's more, right?"

"There's another option. The one we're going to engage if you’re willing."

"Which would be…?" Cora encouraged, starting to hope a little.

Fury clenched his jaw a little before asking, "Do you know much about Steve Rogers? About Captain America?"

"I mean… I met him outside Clarkdale a few days ago… Apart from that and the bits of World War II propaganda I've seen him on, not really."

"Well, most of it has been kept fairly confidential since Red Skull made an attempt at terrorism and succeeded in taking the lives of so many beforehand, using the Tesseract…"

"What's that?"

"It's basically a cube of raw energy," Phil supplied calmly, though for the first time she noticed that the worry lines on his face were more prominent than usual.

Fury placed his hands behind his back and paced toward the head of the table, continuing, "To stop Red Skull's superbomber craft—the Valkyrie—from carrying out its purpose, Steve crashed it into the Arctic. He and the ship were entirely encapsulated in ice. He was only rediscovered seventy years when we went to recover the ship, the Tesseract, thanks to Stark, and, by total surprise, Steve Rogers, as well. Alive."

"And what you're saying is…what, exactly?" she asked with a bit of an impatient gesture, though she already had a feeling where this was going, angry little butterfly-like sensations teeming in her stomach.

"The World Security Council won't tolerate your freedom. They've found something they can control in this new era of non-control and they seem desperate for some power. They want you dead. However, we ended up coming to a compromise: we're going to put you in a deep freeze until this misunderstanding is cleared up."

"I'd rather you blow my head off right here," Cora noted, her stomach turning over at the thought of being slowly frozen solid with just a sliver of hope that she might walk free again, fully aware of what was happening but unable to do a thing about it.

"These are our only options, they wouldn't allow for anything else," Fury argued defensively.

"They're never going to allow for anything else. Like you said, they're desperate and power-mongering. They see this as a guiltless end to their problem and maybe you do, too."

"Cora, please," Phil frowned at her with faint disapproval, looking a little older with the smile gone from his face. "We just want to help. We're trying to help."

"I know, but…," she struggled, running a shaking hand through her hair. "Could… Is there any way to, um… Put me under before…?"

Fury shook his head. "Any kind of sedative will lower your heart rate and will make it more difficult for you to stay alive in there. The temperature would make it very hard for it to come back up."

Cora's throat tightened and it felt like she was having an episode of claustrophobia, not remembering having such an anxiety-fueled reaction since the car crash that killed her parents. "How do you know I'll survive it? Steve, he's… He's different right? Better."

"He's a super-soldier. His body was genetically engineered to be superior in strength, agility, endurance, and stamina," Fury explained with a nod. "But from what we've seen, you're 'better,' too."

Cora's eyes widened and she asked, "Do… Do you know what's wrong with me?"

"There's nothing wrong with you as far as I can tell. You're just different. Special."

She wasn't sure she believed that, but she let it slide. "So… When is this thing happening?"

"They gave us a deadline of tomorrow, ten-hundred hours." The SHIELD director paused heavily and, when no one could find anything else to say, he advised, "Go get some rest. Dinner can be sent to your room and if you need anything else, just say the word. And Cora?" She looked over her shoulder at him. "It's going to be fine."

Whether or not he was just saying that to make her feel better, she gave a slightly forced smile of thanks and headed out into the hall, the conference room door sliding shut in her wake.

Next chapter: Chapter 10, "Your Own Hero"

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anukulee · 9 months

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The Mischief Filled Fox and The Mighty Lion

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Thor Odinson was what everyone seemed to desire in a man, a man of tall stature standing at 6'4, his muscle was something of legends, built from years of wielding Mjolnir, hair as golden as the finest gold, his eyes as blue as the clearest ocean, as for his face, it was as chiseled as one would expect from a god, with beard to accompany it that just seemed to work for him. His voice deep, yet seemed to boom no matter what he spoke, a feature that people would find endearing even if he was getting something wrong, at least that was from the prospective of Loki Friggason (formally Odinson).

Loki Friggason to everyone was the forgotten son, for if Thor was the lion, fierce in nature and beloved by everyone, then Loki was the forgotten predator, much like a fox. Who hide within the shadows awaiting for the next prey, yet all along. For the lion was always expected to beat the fox, for Loki that had been a majority of his life. Thor always having everything as Loki was pushed into the shadows, forced to watch as his brother won everything he could ever desire. Thus when a foot-race had been suggested amongst the avengers, Loki had little interest in doing so, already knowning the outcome. To him it would be the same as all the rest, with the mighty lion prevailing in the end, with the fox forever left in the shadows, at so he had thought, little did he know that perhaps that this wouldn't be the same, all because of her, his cat, and his love……

From the moment that the avengers had suggested a foot-race, Loki had protested, continuing to even the day of. Foe while Thor was bouncing on the tips of his toes from excitement, Loki was less excited, his eyes already rolling at his brother's display. "Must we do this," he grumbled lacing up what the mortals called tennis shoes. To this Loki recieved several looks of annoyance, general displeasemeant, or neutrality in his direction.

"Now, now don't be a sore loser already reindeer games," Tony interjected, reaching down to pat Loki on his shoulder, despite Loki normally being far taller then Tony in stature.

"Must you call me that name, Anthony," Loki responded bitter about his nickname.

"Would you rather call you a bitter snake?"

"No."

"Then reindeer games it is, unless you would like to refered to as Snape."

"And why must I be refered to as anything?"

"For missions of course."

"And what do names have to do with missions?"

"If one of us ever get caught I would rather them know us by a code name, then our true names."

"You are merely saying that because you take delight, in my misery."

"Says you reindeer games." To this Tony recieved an eyeroll aimed in his direction, one that was very much deserved on his end. Yet before Loki could make another snarky and bitter comment, someone else injected, one that Loki was more pleased about.

"Now Tony, isn't that enough," a voice called out and the moment she opened her beautiful lips and spoke, Loki felt as if everything had stopped, for there was nobody else in the world aside from her. Words that she could've used as a shield to defend anyone and yet when she spoke they embraced him, much akin to a warm hug. Always being his defender much like a cat curling up to someone, her words feeling as gentle as one would expect a cat's tail to feel.

"Well if it isn't, our resident reindeer tamer," Tony greeted his voice very light, in different to the seething of Loki. Loki's fist already starting to wrap against his knuckles, a mencing aura surounding the usual mischievious god.

"Say that again," Loki uttered, fist still tightly held.

Almost as if he sensed Loki's agression, Thor took to defusing the tension that was starting to cloud the air. His voice trying to remain airy despite Thor's long knowledge of his brother whenever he got like this. "I am sure Stark, was just jestering brother, right Stark." At this Thor shot Tony a look of tread careful in his direction.

"Right, it's not my fault that reindeer games here can't take a joke," Tony said almost oblivious to the tensiont that Loki was carrying either that or didn't care. For one might admit that Loki could be amusing like this, yet you could only poke the fox, so much before they bite you.

"See, brother, Stark was joking, now how about I go see if our guests have arrived come with me, Stark."

"And miss the show?" The tone that Tony took sounded more like a child deprived of his favorite entertaiment then a grown man who ran one of the most powerful super groups.

"I am afraid so Lady Pepper might be displeased if you don't welcome our guests," Thor said, as he tried to usher Tony in the other direction away from Loki, and his love, but not before turning to Loki one last time. "And try to treat the lady nicely brother."

"Don't I always? If I recall you were always the wild one when it came to the ladies of Asgard."

"You too have your trysts as they say."

"Perhaps." Slowly a smile began to creep upon Loki's face, Thor taking this as a chance to lead Stark elsewhere as they soon Loki and his love was alone. "So may I ask what brings you up here kitten," Loki asked casually as if his heart wasn't thumping.

"To see you who else?"

"Oh and not to see my oaf of a brother?"

"Now who is the older brother, here?"

"Still him."

"Even so you are still the older one."

"How, do you think that?"

"For all your mischief, you are far wiser when it comes to matters."

"But..."

"But nothing, don't let them get in your head."

"Why, we both know how this shall end kitten."

"Do we fox?"

"We both know that despite my brother being an oaf he always comes out the victor, much like a mighty lion."

"He will if you keep acting that way. Now chin up Loki," she said her eyes boring right into Loki's own, eyes that Loki desired to get lost in. Yet this wasn't the time, but when would he ever have the time?

"Not mischief or fox?"

"No, for now isn't the time for that."

"Then what time is it?"

"For this," she responded and before Loki could protest she had placed a delicate kiss onto Loki's cheek.

"I.... I....," Loki stuttered as slowly, the mighty Loki once burdened with glorious face began to devolp a scarlet red, words unable to come out of his silver tongue for once. Just as Loki started to form the words, fates seemed to test as yet again something came in the way, a voice that Loki would rather not hear.

"Well it seems even the great silver tongue can shatter, much akin to that night," the voice said, at this Loki allowed another eye roll, to cross his features, for he knew that voice better then most, not even to have to look to know it belonged to Fandral. It was at moments like this that Loki was remainded of one his many mistakes and excatly why he should've never allowed himself to be seduced into Fandral even if it was just one time. For ever since that Fandral took the chance to tease Loki, and even remind him or their single sexual encounter, a memory that Loki would rather not think of.

"Hello to you, Fandral," Loki said his voice laced with bitter venom, already not in the mood to see Fandral. Matters made worse when he seemed to take it upon himself as to place a single kiss on Kitten's hand.

"A pleasure as always, my lady. I still can't imagine how one such as Loki could be in the company of someone such as you."

A small growl might've escaped Loki's lips upon seeing this, through if anyone asked he would deny it. Through that still didn't mean Loki didn't have anything to say. "Don't you have other things to do, such as watch Thor do whatever he does?"

"Sif, Hogun, and Volstagg should be here shortly, I believe Thor was showing them around that human you call Stark's tower."

"Then why didn't you go with them?"

"They claimed my flirting was too much for them."

"So they stuck you on me."

"I thought you would be happier to see me."

"Yes, I am very much overjoyed to see you."

"Cross as always aren't you Lokes."

The moment that name slipped out of Fandral's lips, did a dagger get aimed at his direction. "Say that again, and we shall see just how pretty you are."

"Kinky as always I see," Fandral said clearly ignoring the danger that he was facing, at this Kitten took the chance to intervene.

"Now Loki, remember what Tony said."

"No aiming daggers at people."

"Excatly."

"But it's Fandral," Loki whinned much like a child having a toy taken from him.

"I understand the udge, but we can't keep getting complains about it. Perhaps you could pay him back for it later."

At this a smile began to spread on Loki's lips once more. "Clever as always my kitten."

"While as not as clever as one blessed with glorious purpose I do try."

"Will you never let me forget that?"

"Maybe."

"When?"

"Perhaps when I am dead."

"But who knows when that shall be," Loki teased trying not to think about that subject matter in particular.

"Now shall we leave?" Her arm now offered out to Loki.

At this Loki quickly took the offered arm, for when would he get another chance at this. "Perhaps, we shall see what my brother is up to."

"There is my mischief," she teased as she once more placed another kiss to Loki's cheek. Once again Loki found himself for a loss of words. Slowly he began to back away, his mind running far to fast even for him. Trying to figure out why she had just done that, rather then focusing on the events around him. Somehow he had managed to make his way toward what Tony had deemed the starting line at the edge of the field surrounding the new Avenger's tower. Thor already being there, dancing on the tips of his toes, as Loki tried not to focus on his surrounding especially her.

"Are you ready for this brother?"

"As ready as I could ever be."

"Good then appolgize if Stark might need to come and search for you in his iron suit."

"It will be you who shall need the searching brother."

"So you say."

"Now gods are you ready," Tony asked, as he interjected, causing both brothers to look at him, toy gun in his hand.

"Yes, now get on with it," Loki said in no mood for games, his mind still wondering about that kiss.

"Whatever you wish reindeer games. Ready, set," he started to say pausing for dramtic effect. "Jun." With a simple glow of his seidr another Loki appeared, as he began to run with Thor following towards it.

"Stop brother he didn't say run," he cried, only to land face first in dirt, mere inches away. At this Loki put his hand to his head, and let out a deep sigh.

"Are you never not going to fall for that?"

"You know you aren't supposed to use your seidr," Thor pointed out.

"Yes, but I do like seeing you fall."

"How cruel brother, now what would your lady say about that?"

"My lady."

"Yes, she is watching you after all," Thor pointed out and just as Loki saw her everything became a blur. As the next thing he remembered was tripping onto the ground as Thor disappeared off into the distance. Slowly did Loki's face began to become crimson once more. For not only had he fallen in front of the so-called avengers, but his love too.

Oh how must she must think of me as an embrassement. This is what I get for trying to please someone as alluring and ravishing as her, he thought already down on himself. Yet rather then hear nothing instead Loki heard something else, as the next thing was one he yearned to hear.

"You can do it, Loki," she cried, out and only when hearing this voice did Loki start to get up. Slowly he began to jog, which turned into a run, as she kept repeating the words over and over. Almost louder each time, yet she wasn't the only one that kid they called Spiderman was also cheering alongside her, yet all Loki heard was her. As slowly he began to increase his speed, until he could no longer hear them. Perhaps he might not be able to beat Thor, but perhaps he could catch up with him. Quickly Loki ran like he never did before reminding himself of all those times that Thor had bested him, whether that be in the company of woman, contests, or even at Odin's praise. Each thought pushed Loki further and further, as he ran through the path that Tony had deemed.

Until he was rounding his way back, yet as he got closer to the mark that Tony had deemed as the finish line, he swore he saw a familar bit of golden hair beneath a tree. It was only upon closer inspection that he saw it was Thor beneath the tree. While one might've expected Thor to sense Loki, sadly for Thor he didn't this day. Perhaps Thor had stayed up far to late or drank something that made him tired or something else, alas he didn't seem to wake as slowly Loki began to pass by him. Making his way towards the finish line, her voice still echoing in his mind. As with each time he repeated it, he was remainded just why he needed to finish this race, to see her. For perhaps those feelings that he thought was only one sided might not just be that.

As Loki lingered closer to the finish line, his courage started to regain amongst himself, especially upon hearing her voice. Loki now on the edge of the finish line, at least until he saw a familar blur, edging closer and closer to him. Yet luckily for Loki this time, his hand just glazed the finish line just as the figure that Loki saw as Thor came into view. The moment that Loki crossed at line everything became second rate, as he felt a weight come on him. For the moment he felt her did everything truly open almost as if ever insecurity came second to her.

For the next thing he felt was her lips on his and he embraced it only speaking when they parted. "What was that for?"

"Someone had to make a move, and you weren't going to."

"So those kisses before the race," Loki asked, his brow slowly becoming quizicle, his eyes while lingering still bore into hers the best he could. For while he was more confident, not even she could rid of all his unsecurities.

"A way to encourage you," she beamed, her eyes boring into his, not even lingering down. For as long she was looking at him that was what mattered.

"Or was it to confuse me my minx?"

"So am I your minx now?"

"Perhaps you are, but whose to say," Loki said as his brow slowly rose down, his confidence slowly building up more. Trying to keep his heart from being more aflutter then it already was. Through she certainly didn't help with her next words.

"What do you suppose we do now?"

"Perhaps you could make a move."

"And what kind of move would you wish for me to make."

"And what move might that be, my dear," Loki asked, now confident enough to allow a smirk starting to creep on his face.

"You know excatly what move I mean."

"Do I?"

"Must you do this now?"

"Don't you like it when I do this?"

"I can't with you."

"Oh, but you can, so you either you can say it or I can."

"Ooh you who made me make the first move."

"That was one time, and next time you shall not be as quick."

"Won't I, because all I can tell is I am here awaiting for you to make move."

"A move you have yet to tell me."

"Never."

"Then I suppose you will have to go without my kiss," Loki said whispering the last part in particular.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me."

"Did I, or perhaps have I misheard."

"Minx."

"Always."

"Must you when we are about to do what we will be doing?"

"And what might we do?"

"Kiss," Loki said far quicker and quieter then one might expect almost as if he was a virgin when he was far from one.

"What was that again?"

"Nothing."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Then how about I suggest something?"

"And what might that be?"

"I say we kiss?"

"In front of everyone?"

"Why not, besides everyone should see who you belong to."

"I belong to you now?"

"Don't you, unless I am mistaken."

"You aren't."

"Good."

"Why were you jealous, of Fandral perhaps?"

"Of him never, I just like the thought of annoying Fandral."

"My what a minx I have."

"You know you love me."

"Don't I ever you enchanting minx," Loki said with a chuckle, and through this was unexpected, more unexpected than he could've ever thought. At this, Loki thought perhaps the Mischief Fox could win against the lion if he had his own kitten. Maybe it had always been there all along, but that thought was for another time, for all that mattered to Loki was that she was now in his arms, that the mischievous fox had finally found won and found home with her.

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kilikina34512 · 3 months

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Falling in Love Just a Little Bit

I found a moment to write something for a holiday and had it done on time! There's a first time for everything! It's short and small and not what I'd originally wanted to do for the day of love, but I worked with my real life demands and was able to create this, so I'm happy. I hope it makes you just as happy as it makes me.

This story is inspired by this TikTok. Not sure why this scene below is what popped in my head as I watched it, but I stopped trying to understand how my logic jumps around long ago. Divider courtesy of @firefly-graphics. Make sure to check them out!

Pairing: Loki x f!OC (Astra)

Summary: The mortal Loki can't help but admire puts him unknowingly further under her spell.

Warnings: fluffy cute

Word Count: 854

Loki opened the door to his rooms at the tower and paused for a moment before continuing all the way in and closing the door silently behind him. Bracing against it, he crossed his arms and enjoyed the show in front of him with a smirk on his face. Astra, the housekeeper of the tower and a woman he was beyond enamored with, was dancing around his room. Despite the fact he couldn't hear the song she was listening to due to her headphones, he was enjoying her melodic voice as she belted the words to the song in her ears.

"Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way," she crooned as she bounced and swayed her hips to the beat only she could hear. It was then she spun and he couldn't fight the full smile that pulled at his lips as his heart tried to leap out of his chest. Her long hair that looked as if it was made of moonlight swung with her movements, revealing her pale, heart shaped face. Eyes he knew were a brown so deep it was almost black were closed as naturally pink lips moved to the lyrics. Letting his eyes trail down from there, he noticed something that had him both anxious and amused.

Lifted near her luscious lips was the pummel of his favorite dagger, the one who's pair sat resting on his desk across the room. With her small hand wrapped around the hilt, he stared as she used it the same way Loki had watched Stark wield the device they called a microphone at his parties. The God nearly launched himself over to take it from her, fearful she might accidentally hurt herself, but he held back. He had his magic, and if it appeared she was about to cause herself injury, he'd summon it to his own hand instead.

"And so I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit. Everyday with someone new. I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit," Astra continued, her voice just as hypnotizing as her body with is graceful sway. It was everything he could do to keep the heart eyes out of his expression. Her bouncing hips were enticing and he desired to rest his cold hands against them as he moved his body with her; a fantasy that he had many times. He'd wanted to tell her numerous times how he fancied her, but after what he'd done there years ago, he couldn't bring himself to. He, like with Mjolnir, wasn't worthy of her.

In the middle of the chorus she was singing, her eyes suddenly opened before she squealed. The jump she made had him following through on his safety measures, his dagger suddenly appearing in his hand. "What an interesting choice for a singing instrument, my little nightingale. Of all things in this room, you chose one of my favorite daggers." A bit of a stern look crossed his face as he continued, "A fairly unsafe choice, but I cannot say I was not entertained."

Pink that matched her shock-parted lips filled her cheeks and was spreading throughout her face, her embarrassment painted for any to see. "Oh gosh, Loki! I'm so sorry! I know I shouldn't have... I was just... I just get..." She couldn't seem to get the rest of her thought out, but this was not his first time peering unknowingly at the housekeeper. He'd watched Astra around the residential area of the tower since she'd started working for Stark. He knew there were times when the music seemed to capture her as if it had her in a trance. When that happened, he enjoyed seeing her grab whatever was nearby that fit into her hand and she'd swing, sway, bounce, or jump along to her singing. She always looked happier than he'd ever seen her when those moments happened, and he lived for spying on those moments.

"It is alright, dear," he comforted as he slowly stalked closer to her. "I do understand that you were enjoying the song you could hear. "It was quite fetching a sight you displayed. I only came to claim my book before reading in the sitting room." It was a lie, he'd planned to read in his room where he could be alone and undisturbed, but he would rather be bothered than disrupt her joyous daze the act of singing and dancing gave her.

With a snap of his fingers, he replaced the dagger in his hand with a novel from his shelf. "Have fun, little nightingale," he called as he turned on his heel and departed the room with a new memory to enjoy when he was away from her. What he missed when he left as Astra continued to hear the words "I fall in love just a little, oh, a little bit" in her ears was the longing in her gaze, the way her heart had sped up in his presence, or the thought about how true that one line was when it came to the God of Mischief in her eyes.

#loki odinson #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki fic #loki x ofc #kili stories #cute story #valentines day

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woulddieforloki · 1 year

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I kind of want to write a fic where Odin is about to banish Thor and Loki's watching it go down and the guilt is eating at him and right before Thor gets yeeted through the Bifrost, Loki yells, "IT WAS ME!" and, because that's actually words (and interesting words at that), Odin actually stops what he's doing to listen instead of just yelling a keyboard smash out loud, and Loki explains that he manipulated Thor into attacking Jotunheim, but it was never supposed to get that far and he's very sorry and it will never happen again. and he thinks he's mitigating the damage but instead Odin just banishes him instead (and he'd banish Thor too but he needs someone to take the throne and tbh what would it say about him as a dad if he has to banish all three of his kids?)

so then Loki ends up getting hit by Jane's car, except he's not an idiot so he doesn't run around screaming at the sky about being hammered and Darcy never has to taze him so he never ends up in the hospital so they're off to a good start already.

and they get to talking (and they're all very confused and operating under completely different understandings of the situation) and Loki figures out he's in Midgard entirely because they don't know what the Nine Realms are and Midgard is the only realm stupid enough not to know that. Jane mentions that they're scientists and Loki just kinda scoffs at that because scientists on Midgard are like childrens' tutors in Asgard, and Jane is equally offended and impressed.

and I choose to think that Odin never takes Loki's magic away the way he did to Thor's because he can't take it away. if he could, he would've done that before they threw him in the dungeon in TDW. so Loki still has his magic so it's pretty easy to convince them that he's a god (and honestly they're more convinced than he is because he just found out that he might possibly be Jotun?)

so they end up taking Loki with them (against Selvig's better judgment) because he sounds like a know-it-all and he ends up pretty much being a know-it-all so that works well for Jane. and actually it kinda maybe works too well? because she starts to fall in love with him and surprise, it's a Lokane fic and he starts to fall for her and they have babies and live happily ever after!

no jk idk what would happen but I'm thinking Mjolnir would still be out there so maybe Loki would go to check it out and he'd probably have better luck with it because he's magic so it's pretty easy to get everyone out of his way but he's definitely not worthy so he can't wield it but it does get them both tangled up with SHIELD probably?

idk apparently I can only thing of Lokane fic ideas if they have no ending so that's all I got lmao

#it feels poetic tbh that my first lokane fic was in the TVA where we last saw Loki #and that this second Lokane fic would be in Thor where we first saw Loki #(and also that the other fic i have with them (platonically) is after Thor 4 where we last see Jane)#i honestly might write this #i shouldn't like if I'm gonna start something new it should be my Loki/Wanda HYDRA fic because I've been thinking about it for months #but i kinda wanna write this one #maybe I'll just start it tonight and maybe write some tomorrow and then throw it in my folder of abandoned wips idk #lokane #also i must add that my other lokane fic also was just a beginning premise and no ending (although i do have one more chapter of it i need #to write and i just CAN'T so i have no excuse to not have one last chapter before i give up)#so this is very much a trend for me lmao #lokane fics are unfinishable i fear </3 #fic idea?#back on my bullshit

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sofiadragon · 2 years

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"We want strong men, to stand beside women as equals and work as partners... We need to stop telling men that there is no difference between competence and misogyny.”

Yet another YouTube video essay that cuts to the core of Marvel’s problems. This one hits some great thematic points about Phase 4 being dominated by bait-and-switch protagonists, female or minority antagonists that are only bad because a white man is pulling their strings, and a strict black-and-white morality that comes off as preachy propaganda.

Highlights:

The bait and switch: Either we tune in to see a favorite character and that character is overshadowed by a new character until the title character is hardly even part of the show. And/or the title character is absolutely mangled by the film/show to become this weak, terrible parody of themselves so that the minority or female character looks better by comparison. The female character never suffers any great setback because she is already at the end of her power-up arc, which all happened off-screen in a cut or before the movie/show even began.

The Lecture: She-Hulk condescendingly explains to Hulk that she doesn’t need training because is better at controlling her emotions than he is even after all the effort he put into training himself because she has to deal with inexperienced men condescendingly explaining the things she is experienced in to her all the time. Not a hint of either of them seeing the hypocrisy there. I know I’ve ranted about this scene before, but Phase 4 is so preachy. Again and again, we see some character go on a moral rant not at the villain, but at a supporting character or co-star. Hulk randomly needs a lecture about feminism. Loki just wants to be king of something for no good reason, and never mind the first two acts of Thor 2011. Every protagonist in DS: MoM gets a lecture... except maybe Wong? That movie is so confusing I may have to watch it again, but I think Wong made it out without an after-school special. The end of Falcon and the Winter Soldier is just a moral lecture with no stated solutions to any of the problems while a female minority terrorist murderer suddenly gets treated like an innocent child caught in the crossfire.

It’s just too easy: The Asgardians have had the worst time in Phase 4 and with them being my favorite characters... that’s just who I care most about. I’ve called out Sylvie for being a Mary Sue adjacent author self-insert before, and by Loki I’ll say it again. Nothing is hard for her except that she’s got this bumbling, spastic idiot attached to her. She doesn’t fail except that The Variant trips and lands in her way. None of her faults matter at all to her personal goals and struggles, and her primary fault actively helps her achieve her goals. This isn’t a struggle, and if it is just that easy then why should we care that she did it? Jane Foster is just... Oh my goddess no. She doesn’t even get to earn her power based on some intrinsic quality of her character that lets her pick up Mjolnir. No, Thor cast a spell on his hammer accidentally with no effort and minimal intention (I know this is a soft magic system but come on, there are some basic established parameters.) That allows Jane to wield Mjolnir. The hammer just makes her awesome, she’s barely able to stand without it. It’s just so easy for her... and it isn’t earned at all. She just got sick after a magic ex-boyfriend cast a protection spell that kills her faster if she uses it. This could have been a decent story for Jane (while Thor’s character is unsalvageable in this film) if she had just earned Mjolnir on her own merits.

#youtube #mcu critical #marvel phase 4 criticism

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bioticbooty · 1 year

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I've been working on a rewrite of Crosshairs for quite some time, for a lot of reasons. There's gonna be a tense change because when I decided to abandon what I had already written and go from there, what came out on the keyboard came out in present tense, so obviously that was the bare minimum rewrite. But aside from that, there are a lot of different things that I wish I had done differently and bits of story I wish I had included. So. Rewrites!

My new chapter two has been sitting in this half-finished state for a while, but last night I finally nailed down a scene I'm happy with (though it will probably see some tweaks between now and posting time later this year). So as a teaser / love note to all those who have loved Crosshairs and Olivia Shepard over the years, here's my closing chapter two scene:

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Shepard hands him the rag back, and starts piecing her rifle back together, applying lubricant where needed.

He sees writing on the stock just as she’s reattaching it. “Mjolnir?” he asks.

Shepard makes a little hum he thinks is a cross between acknowledgment and contentment. “My old head of marine detail when I served on the Cold Harbor joked that if I was too small to fire my rifle, at least I could wield it as a hammer. Told me I shouldn’t have been so cavalier with my first one. Named the damned thing Mjolnir to spite him.”

Kaidan laughs, then asks, “What happened to the first one?”

“The Blitz,” she says, “Crossing a bridge to get to the port and a batarian outfit blew the fucking thing in an attempt to stop us.”

“Shit,” he says.

It’s a wonder she’s sitting there in front of him. A fucking bridge. And all it did was apparently slow her down.

“So what did he think of the name?”

“Laughed his ass off.” Shepard leans forward and holds the Punisher out to him, exposing the underside. “Signed it, too.”

XOXO -Jones is scribbled on the bottom.

“No one’s ever signed my gun,” Kaidan laughs.

“All you non-sniper people are boring as fuck,” she replies. “Where’s the ritual? The sacredness?”

“Ritual’s happening right here, right now.”

“This is it?” Shepard shakes her head. “Boring.”

“I saw the way you were looking at Mjolnir, Commander. It was anything but boring.”

“Maintenance as the only ritual is boring,” she corrects herself. “How the hell do you know your gun is safe to use if you don’t give it a name first? Kiss the stock? Inscribe it? Bless it?”

“Do you name all your guns?” Kaidan asks, genuinely curious.

“Of course.”

“What was your first sniper called?” he asks as he finishes putting his pistol back together and sets it on the ground.

“Henry. That’s easy, you already knew we name our sniper rifles.” Shepard reaches forward and picks up Kaidan’s newly reassembled pistol. “You’re telling me this guy doesn’t have a name?”

Kaidan has to shake his head because his gun doesn’t have a name, and the crestfallen look on Shepard’s face makes him feel so bad he apologizes.

Instead of accepting his apology, Shepard holds up the pistol so it’s cradled between her two hands, almost as if she’s offering it up to him in prayer.

“Name,” she says.

Kaidan stares at his pistol. It’s a solid pistol. Armax, from the Brawler line. Sturdy and reliable, especially with the mods he’s outfitted it with. The gun has never failed him in the field, even when he’s pushed it to the edge of its limits, and he’s had it for seven years. He looks at Shepard’s Punisher, looks at Shepard. Grins as a wicked idea emerges.

“Ragnarok.”

Shepard stares at him in surprise and amazement. Then before Kaidan can do anything, she pulls an engraving laser out of her pocket and etches Ragnarok on the stock, flips the gun over, and etches XOXO -Shepard on the bottom.

When she hands it back to him, she says, “Love your gun, Alenko, and she’ll love you back.”

The way she reverently packs her sniper rifle back into its case, going so far as to wrap her scope in a small bit of fabric that looks as if its seen better days, Kaidan believes her.

#crosshairs fic #crosshairs fic snippets #olivia shepard #kaidan alenko #sniper superstitions #olivia has named every gadget she's ever owned #and i love that about her

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Are there any character(s) from the show you wished Maeve would've interacted more with or want to see Maeve interact with in the future????

Oh boy!! all of them? basically? lmao since I enjoy her a lot, I would always love seeing more of her dynamics with other people. but let me spotlight a few I think would've been fun (ok more than a few sorry):

annie - even though, yes, the maeve/annie arc is important and vital, i really would've loved seeing more of them in s3 (which their arc is just kind of suggested by one convo in 304 then the finale - it felt like there was something meatier intended, perhaps, and maybe i'm deluded but I choose to believe there was more written that was scrapped for scheduling reasons or something.) but I also wish we could just see more of them being in a friend era!! training together... maeve being casually way stronger than annie... annie recounting more ways she used to be a fangirl for maeve to make maeve uncomfortable...

hughie - simply check any posts i've tagged maevehughie lol the potential is so there. i can imagine so many wonderful things with them and also maeve/annie/hughie ot3

Butcher, not because i genuinely wanted to see them interact but solely from the angle that if they were GONNA have this alliance in s3, I would've liked to see more of how it developed, how they got together, how they felt about each other etc.

KIMIKO!!! Genuinely sad about this one, I understand it would've been real hard to maneuver them together in a meaningful way but i think they would be best friends. honestly, I think if you asked them they might report that they see the other one as a friend from their one interaction of beating the shit out of stormfront together. i imagine them hanging out in complete silence and having a great time together.

to an extent frenchie as well. he and maeve would get sooooo high together and have a great time. frenchie/kimiko/maeve ot3?

MM, I don't know exactly what I'd want from them, i do treasure the singular moment of him being disgusted with maeve's dirty feet on his coffee table... and idk what else they'd do in character, but I am charmed by the bits and bobs of Laz and Dominique in some interviews/panels together, i think I remember one bit where they were asked who from the show could wield mjolnir or whatever (thor's hammer from the MCU?) anyways like dominique, i haven't seen the movies... but i remember laz immediately said MM would be worthy to wield it, and then he explained to Dom what it meant and she was like "oh yeah Maeve too for sure." and idk how to put into words but I think there is some common thread between Maeve and MM of being like, true-hearted warriors, if you cross someone they care about they WILL wreck you.

Becca? again idk how they would ever actually have interacted but i find that narrative relationship they have so interesting... like i almost wish Maeve had been made aware of Becca & Ryan mid s2 and maybe helped with the plan to break Becca out? Not that I dislike what maeve was up to in s2 but that just also would've been a really interesting angle. plus forcing maeve to confront the question of how much she knew about what Homelander did to Becca/other women over the years and why she never spoke up or stopped it.

Stormfront!! which I know sounds weird but we got scenes of Stormfront tormenting basically every other member of the Seven and I just think it would've been cute and funny if she made some homophobic comments to Maeve once or twice

Madelyn, of course, because strangely enough Maeve and Madelyn never exchange an actual spoken line with each other on the show at all, and yet I have an incredibly detailed and vital and nuanced relationship constructed between them in my fic lmao

#queen maeve #the boys #ask #sober-maeve

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The thing about Sindri is that he and Brok make the perfect blacksmiths because, in my eyes, they represent the forge itself. Brok is a steady and dependable rock for Sindri. The rock surrounding the fire, directing and focusing Sindri in a way no one but Brok can. And when he is gone all that Sindri has is his fire, feelings much bigger than he is that consume him. I think this is reflected when Brok is dying by the background, the forge disappears leaving just the flames burning alone.

Sindri changing from being this clean freak to a man that just does not give a fuck. All covered in filth and grime. Just shows that the fire within him is out of control. He lost his brother, forever, gone, no more. I do not blame him for his anger. He has every right to be angry in grief. Just who he blames. I hope to see Sindri return some day. If there is a some day. As we need an ending to that story. Sindri's story is not over. Either be acceptance of what happened. Or somehow bending fate and the will of creation. Sindri pulls off to bring his brother back a second time. Even after being told his soul was lost. Never know. Personally, I am more in favor of acceptance. To see that fire be self-contained and self-control.

much like Kratos, once upon a time.

Also that in a forge you need to temper the weapons to treat them right and make them strong. When we see sindri and he's calling us out, he hits the sword with a hammer without it being treated. He also hits harder where the hammer will eventually break the blade. Just as his sanity and he himself.

It’s also worth noting that when you first meet Brok, he offers to upgrade the Leviathan axe for two complete strangers and was a gift made by him and his brother for Faye, who was a great warrior and friend. I like how this can be interpreted as Brok quickly piecing together who Kratos and Atreus were to Faye and what might have happened to her without stirring up a commotion like Sindri and Durlin and shows how much more perceptive Brok is than we’re initially led to believe.

Ooh, yes! He noticed that Kratos could throw and summon the Leviathan Axe, which must mean Kratos couldn't have simply stolen it from Faye, he was attuned to it.

In Sindri and Durlin's defense, they just saw the axe strung on Kratos' back. I bet if they saw it return to him they'd have known he had Faye's blessing to wield it.

@quietone2674 there’s also the matter of Brok knowing Faye and her nature. Even if he hadn’t seen Kratos use the axe he would still have known that it couldn’t have been taken from her by force. Remember he knew that Faye was in Midgard and that she had used the axe to go toe to toe with Thor once. If someone tried to take the ax it would’ve brought about a natural disaster that a blind and deaf hermit couldn’t have missed.

hm…good point. While Kratos probably could've taken it by force if they weren't together, he'd absolutely have caused noticeable destruction doing it.

Faye was also evenly matched to Thor, who wields Mjolnir, confirmed to rival a nuke, and both Kratos and Thor fought Faye to a draw.

This is actually a really good point. Sindri of course says "i would be displeased IF you did something to her!" He is kind of assuming giving he attempts to 'put up a fight' but he is leaving it open to finding out that the ax wasn't stolen. Durlin on the other hand basically just proclaims kratos Faye's killer off hand (though to be as fair as we can to durlin kratos does have mimir also strapped to his belt.) What i think this also helps reinforce is Brok's artistic acumen because He is very detail oriented. Sindri points out he sees a lot of faye in Atreus' eyes. So Brok was able to put together, Kid and Adult, both male, Adult has Faye's ax, big dude probably a real fighter, Kid has a gentle demenior and, those eyes. Putting together everything he can see and hear, it was probably easy to realize Kratos and Faye had Atreus. He might also of noticed the sack on the back of Kratos' belt and realized that was likely her ashes.

At the beginning of the Tyr scene, I like that everybody is getting all excited over planning the big final battle. Its like planning an awsome party for tomorrow, you feel that sense of anticipation, those butterflies in your stomach. But Brok stays calm. Doesn't rush it. Everybody else, caught up in the rush, skips over the fine details, the contradictions. But not Brok. Because Brok is an artist. He doesn't rush stuff and always pays attention to the fine details.

To the first question of "How did Brok know, and nobody else did?" Mimir is very smart, but when he's happy he often turns off some of his logic, meaning he was so happy to see Tyr alive he turned off his skepticism. Atreus is Atreus, he doesnt know much about this kind of stuff. Sindri assumes the best in everyone. Freya just didnt suspect it. Kratos is very skeptical, but on topics he doesnt know much about like Odin or Tyr, he trusts the people who do know much about them, like Mimir who was also fooled. Brok never drops any suspicions, which is confirmed by the fact that even at the end of GOW4 he still was rough towards Atreus and Kratos.

“It’s the NATURE of a thing that matters, not it’s form.” -Brok “Fake Tyr”, may have had Tyr’s form, but NOT his nature.

Brok is a perfect example of one of my favorite tropes: The Reliable One.

He's the one that people go to the most to the point they take him for granted. He'll walk into hell, pull through when you need him in a pinch, and until you lose him, you'll never realize just how much you depended on him.

11:45 its more subtle, but Sindri expresses an appreciation for the blades, too. If you have him upgrade the blades or their hilts, he'll say things such as, "No, thank YOU." "Always a pleasure to work on these." or "The honor is all mine." Or, "So sharp. So, so sharp!" The only reason Brok got the cutscene reacting to the Blades is because he happens to be the first one you run into after getting them.

I feel like brok saw through Odin because Odin’s con job depends on people being too polite to poke too many holes in his story, a problem that brok doesn’t have

Exactly Brok is always bluntly honest unlike Odin who is cruelly deceitful yet uses honesty as a veil

Yeah I thought so too but I don’t think Brok saw it until right before he was killed. He didn’t suspect anything of Tyr beforehand, but when he was being all weird right before the reveal he had no issues probing & calling Tyr/Odin on the carpet for his lies.

Brok is the perfect antithesis to Odin. Honest to the point of bluntness, confident without being arrogant, doesn’t feign affection but is genuine with those he considers friends, feels no need to prove how smart or important he is, etc.

It is unsurprising that it’s Brok who sees through the BS before anyone else, and therefore is the one that gets under Odin’s skin and causes him to act rashly.

Brok is an artist, his tool of choice is the hammer not the brush nor the chisel, he strikes true, when the iron is hot and he embodied his tool perfectly. Blunt, gruff and perfect for what he is, just as the hammer is heavy so too is my heart at his loss but to remember the fallen for the empty space they leave is to discount the artistry that they leave behind, the blessing of the Draupnir Spear, the Leviathan Axe and the friends that were made along the way.

Little detail I just remembered, in the scene after getting Draupnir when Kratos meets Odin, Odin specifically says that he's "never much cared for Brok." If Brok is the most honest character, the one whos honesty cuts through Odins bullshit, of course Odin "wouldn't care for him."

"I trust Brök, he speaks plain" "Aye, and vulgar too" I love this bit, nature vs form. Kratos understands that Brök's manner of speaking comes from complete honesty, his nature is to never give the disrespect of lying. Even when he's at his most disrespectful he gives you the respect of saying it blunt. Kratos sees the respectful nature of the honesty. Everyone else sees the form, swearing, vulgarity, and mean comments or jokes.Show less

#god of war ragnarok #god of war ragnorak #god of war brok #gow brok #Youtube

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i do not like the title 'what's up tiger mommy' because that feels vaguely racist but i also believe that linda tran could fuck some shit up if she so wished. i think she was a spy in a past life

the way everyone in purgatory refers to cas as "your" angel to dean... i am weak, your honor. also the way jensen slides that tie off in that scene. yes sir, thank you!

linda could DEFINITELY fuck some shit up. i love her.

samandriel really is the cutest little angel. plus he's also going to deliver one of the most metal lines in the series: "too much heart was always castiel's problem"

the first purgaytory reunion scene! their first hug! between that and the peach fuzz, i'm dying. benny is 100% the new boyfriend meeting the ex in this scene. dean is all "omg casssssss!" and benny is like "hey. loser. what the fuck did you do. deliver a five paragraph essay with properly cited sources. dick."

"i prayed to you cas, every night"--from the man who never prayed before! he was praying and hoping that cas would come back! and what did it cost cas to ignore those prayers? to know that dean was scared and alone and wanting him and to NOT immediately go to his side?

sam wielding mjolnir is pretty hardcore not gonna lie also, s8 is probably my favorite sam hair. it's GLORIOUS.

#doth watches spn

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the-lady-amphitrite · 11 months

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😈 feeling evil. for the asks:

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

we LOVE violence in this household, K

lets choose violence! send me a number and i'll answer

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

i answered this one here!

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

inhales deeply

everyone is wrong about Loki being worthy to wield Mjolnir.

no, no, don't give me that look. my logic for why everyone is wrong about it is rooted in canon for both the MCU and Marvel Comics.

everyone needs to take twenty steps back and sit down and think about why you need Loki able to wield Mjolnir in the first place. what is so fucking special about this hammer, you need Loki to wield it. is it rooted in the belief that being able to wield it means Loki is a hero? does the ability to wield it mean to you she's redeemed herself for all her past misdeeds?

if it is, this rant is for you! (and even if you don't, hi welcome to my biggest pet peeve related to my most beloved!)

Loki cannot, and will never be able to wield Mjolnir. he will never be worthy to carry it. and it makes sense for this character.

in the comics, it's established at some point (i am not citing the specific issue, sue me, Thor has 12343464574 comics) that to be worthy of wielding and using the powers of Mjolnir, the wielder has to be someone who can reasonably fulfill the role of Thor in Ragnarok should Thor die.

the text on the hammer itself essentially says whoever wields the hammer is worthy of the power of Thor. and what comes with that is the role of being Thor. the responsibilities and the trials and choices that come with taking on Thor's role. they have to be willing to walk the life of Thor in Ragnarok, including his death.

in the comics, Thor recognises he cannot be the hero that people need Thor to be while he's unworthy of Mjolnir. it's why he grants Jane the right to use his name when she wields Mjolnir. now, granted, there was a lot going on with Thor at this time in the comics which lead up to him being unworthy, but that would take too much time to go over so i won't. but Jane at this point was dying, and she kept wielding the hammer even after learning it would kill her. she remains the Mighty Thor knowing that this path will kill her in the end. and that is part of the reason she's worthy, she's willing to sacrifice herself in the end to save people.

but Jane (and Thor, when he was worthy) had faith and conviction in her decisions while wielding Mjolnir.

Loki doesn't have this, not truly.

i will admit to there being a (very short) point where Loki could wield Mjolnir in the comics, but it happened during an event known as AXIS, when (via an inversion spell done by Red Skull [don't ask, comic shenanigans, he's still not Actually Dead iirc]) the heroes/anti-heroes became villains/anti-villains and the villains/anti-villains became heroes/anti-heroes.

and that Loki? the Loki who was worthy to actually wield Mjolnir and classified as a "hero"? a complete, utter ass of a person.

you think i'm joking? here, having these comic panels.

but!!! this actually brings us to the point of this rant. why Loki is not worthy of Mjolnir, and why she will never be worthy.

this Loki? mentions he no longer feels guilt for the things he's done bc of this whole event fucking with his mind.

what do i take from that?

one of the core fucking reasons that Loki cannot wield Mjolnir is because he feels so much guilt. but that doesn't go deep enough. we gotta go another layer deeper, because Thor can still wield Mjolnir when he feels guilt.

but Thor never doubts himself and his ability to be a good god to his mortals. when Thor does? that's when he's unworthy to wield Mjolnir.

you can absolutely layer that specific lens of interpretation onto Loki, because he is always doubting himself. why? because everyone questions every little thing he does, and no one trusts that he has good intentions (except for Thor, and for a time even that wasn't guaranteed for Loki, in either universe).

even when Loki is doing things for the good of others, he doubts himself because he's weighed by the fact others will see the worst in what he's done. so it's less "i no longer feel guilt for my actions" and more "i no longer doubt myself for the things i do or have done".

and yes. you can apply this specific lens of interpretation to OG Loki in the comics too, the one pre-Siege. the one literally titled God of Mischief, Lies, and Evil.

"amphi stop reaching" IM NOT

okay maybe a little, but i'm not reaching that far.

i don't recall exactly who in the comics knows/remembers the fact Ragnarok is a cycle, and that the creation and destruction of the universe is something Odin is trying to break. not the point, doesn't matter.

for a moment, imagine that Loki knew about the Ragnarok cycles. imagine that he knew about the various lives he'd lived before. he'd know he would never be trusted, or loved, and even if he clawed his way into respect with the Asgardians, he is always fated to fall from their favour and be twisted into the villain of the Aesir and of Asgard.

because remember, in the mythology (which is referenced in the comics as a previous Ragnarok cycle) Loki is trusted by the gods of Asgard.

as much as they blame him for things, or they rage at him, and they hate and mistrust him, Loki was one of them. Loki is a jotunn in the mythology, and while we no longer have the myths that tell us how, we know that he and Odin were blood-oath brothers. that implies serious trust and love on Odin's part about Loki, to take that oath and to call Loki brother. to bring him to Asgard, and call him one of their own. it is an enormous thing that does not get enough attention about their mythological counterparts.

but through so many small and large things in the myths, Loki falls out of favour with all of Asgard. including Odin.

so. imagine this. Loki in the comics knows all of this. knows that, even if he can get Asgard to love him and trust him, eventually things will happen and he will lose all of that. the major difference in this is that Thor is his brother, and they're not bound by blood or a blood-oath, but a life lived side-by-side as brothers who loved and hated each other in a complicated dynamic that only they understand.

but Loki knows his fate. so he pushes everyone away. he makes people hate him before they can love him, because he assumes it will hurt less. and everyone but Thor (and later Sigyn) falls into this.

but Loki is also selfish. he holds onto Thor and Sigyn, falling into a loop of trying to pull close those few people he cannot truly push away, only to remember his fate and do what he can to push them away again. because Loki truly and deeply loves both his wife and his brother, and they both love him too, they love him back. but he's trapped himself in a cycle of self-abuse by doing this.

can you imagine the doubt that would sow?

#amphi answers #infinitystoner #loki laufeyson meta #loki laufeyson #wow that took me a WHOLE HOUR TO WRITE UP #so sorry K (and anyone who opens this readmore)#i had a Lot of thoughts and feelings about this and it took um. a lot of words to get out.

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I just thought about something. There was the whole thing with moving Thor's hammer in Age of Ultron... but remember that Widow refused to even try, saying it wasn't something that she wanted to try... do you think, assuming that Steve could have lifted Thor's hammer at the time and simply backed down because he didn't really see a reason to wield it, since it could cause trouble with Thor, that Widow would have been considered worthy or not? I'm guessing the answer is 'no she's not worthy' but I'm still curious~

I think Nat rightfully assumed it was a pissing contest and didn't want to join in.

I also think that Nat wouldn't have thought herself worthy and didn't need Mjolnir to tell her that (or to affirm the assumptions she was sure most of the others would have with regards to her worthiness - whether those assumptions were founded or not).

Beyond that, we'd have to look at the characters we know Mjolnir did qualify as worthy for commonalities between them (Thor, Vision, Steve (I'm not taking Jane into account here because although she WAS worthy, TLAT went a weird way of "she's worthy because Thor told Mjolnir to take care of her" and also she's much more complicated and also we're talking about characters defined worthy at the period of time in AOU (as opposed to potential worthiness later))) - and the main commonalities I see between those three is their innocence in doing good and their belief in the goodness of people.

Hope and faith and love, mainly, towards the normal person and a desire to protect that, which is roughly how Thor regains his worthiness in his first movie - he sacrificed himself for the common man, who he had grown to love and had faith and hope in their being good, etc. (It's been a while since I've seen the movie, don't judge me.) You can also see all of these in Steve and Vision VERY LOUDLY.

I think by Endgame, Nat's sacrifice very clearly demonstrates all of the above - or at least those as given to her fellow Avengers - and at that point, yeah, I would say she was worthy.

And I certainly think she has those in abundance towards her fellow Avengers in AOU (and I think Civil War semi-supports this - she sides with Steve because she trusts her Avengers family over the government, and she turns on Tony because she trusts in Steve and the validity of what he says about Bucky).

But I think, as a spy, Nat has a level of distrust and suspicion towards average people that you're not going to find in either Steve or Vision. Not that she believes everyone she runs into is bad, but that she's used to seeing everyone else as a potential antagonist or spy or something else in disguise. And she's definitely using Hulk instead of Banner, quite against what Banner specifically wants (we see this later on in AOU in the Battle of Sokovia), which is a clear decision of what she thinks they need to win over trusting in her fellow Avenger to know what is best for him.

So I would say that no, in AOU, I don't think Mjolnir would consider her worthy. (But that's character arcs! Progression! I think it's possible she's worthy in CW, but there's still that learning to trust the other Avengers to know what they need - which is the Steve choice - and then trusting them fully in Endgame - there's the progression of worthiness there!)

...which isn't getting into everything else, etc.

#musings #cobaltstarling #natasha romanov #mcu #black widow #bandit answers questions #IDK JUST THOUGHTS #i'm not a nat expert though #and it's been a while since i've seen a good chunk of the movies #but i also think nat's belief that she wouldn't be worthy plays into it too #WHY she thinks she's unworthy would change over the course of the movies too #and i also don't think the movie woukd have let her be worthy either #it would lose the necessary power and validity to get them to trust vis if anyone other than thor moved it #with the exception of steve because we KNOW steve's good #(not that worthiness and goodness are equivalent)#but like #steve being able to move mjolnir even the slightest bit confirms what the audience already suspected about steve #and vis being on steve's level says something to the audience #nat is a divided topic #and would be even among the avengers #and then vis's trustworthiness would have been in question #and it couldn't be in question #a n y w a y

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Title: those who have never sought it Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: None. Warnings: Canon level violence. Trauma. Flashbacks of a sort Prompt: @badthingshappenbingo - Killing in Self-Defense @whumpcember - The End is Nigh and Desperation

Peter had just—

He’d killed. He’d activated the Instant Kill Mode.

He remembered asking Mr. Stark exactly what that setting was supposed to do. He’d been going through Karen’s coding in the lab, adding what Ned and he’d figured out for a sort of explosive GPS. They’d thought it might help with the Queens Arsonist.

Mr. Stark had looked solemn. He’d put away the fabricator to come talk to him. “Kid,” he’d said. “I dragged you to Germany. It was wrong of me, incredibly so, but I did. That was … the big leagues. Your groundwork is important, but things like that – they could get you killed.”

Peter had swallowed. He was hardly unaware of mortality. If burying empty coffins for his parents at age six hadn’t driven that lesson in, holding Ben as he bled out on the asphalt certainly had.

But Mr. Stark’s heavy tone spoke to horrors even beyond those. It reminded Peter of trying to figure out a way to dig a bullet out of himself one of his first weeks Spider-Manning, of being helpless as the Vulture’s claws choked the breath out of him and his vision blurred, of the sad, grave look on May’s face when she lost someone from FEAST or at the hospital, of the dark circles under Ned’s eyes after Peter woke up post two days in a medically induced coma, of inhaling dirt and sobbing desperately as he tried to hold up the collapsed warehouse.

Mr. Stark had clapped a hand on his shoulder tightly. “Instant Kill’s a last resort. It’s ridiculously dangerous, and Karen’s programmed to reflect that. But I’d rather you have that if there’s even the slightest chance it might help you someday.”

And now it was.

And Peter loathed it.

He didn’t want to kill.

It wasn’t that Peter didn’t respect people who he knew had killed. He knew Mr. Stark had killed many terrorists and aliens and blah blah blah. He was an Avenger, and that wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. He knew Miss Potts had killed Obadiah Stane and The Mandarin. Daredevil didn’t pull his punches with his villains. Deadpool was a straight up mercenary.

But the whole concept behind Spider-Man was that he showed mercy. He’d sworn before Uncle Ben’s grave that he would never walk past a tragedy he could prevent again.

And killing was always a tragedy. What right did Peter, seventeen-year-old high schooler, have to be judge, jury and executioner? The Vulture was a villain, but he was also Liz’s dad. How many others were like that?

Yet Peter stood now, with the world’s most powerful collection of rocks in his hand, swinging desperately and leaving dead bodies in his wake.

They were aliens, but they were sentient beings. Peter’s animal rights sensibilities brain screamed every time he punched one and one of his pincers killed them.

It’s self-defense, he told himself firmly. I have to do it. Just incapacitating them isn’t enough – they’ll just get back up. I don’t know how quick or well aliens get rejuvenated.

And now that he’d killed once – several times, in fact – he knew the option of killing would never leave his brain. Every time this happened, he would hesitate lesser and lesser to kill.

And the line between hero and villain – especially vigilante and villain, according to certain police officers and newspapers – was very thin.

Overwhelmed by his thoughts and the unending stream of hostiles trying to take the gauntlet, he cried out for help. He had about two seconds to fanboy over Captain America being able to wield Mjolnir and having a nickname for him before chaos reigned once more.

Miss Potts saved his life, and a very nice woman on a Pegasus. Peter rolled over, gasping for breath, trying to hide himself from the enemies who wanted the gauntlet.

This is going to end soon, he told himself. From his perspective, he’d fought at Titan with Mr. Stark and Dr. Strange and the Guardians of the Galaxy just to end up on Earth continuing the fight.

Dr. Strange had said it’d been five years, but that hadn’t really processed until he saw the older, more ragged version of Mr. Stark staring at him like he was a miracle, cradling his face like he was something precious, holding him like he would never let go, showing emotion in a way he would’ve never allowed himself to just a day – five years ago.

It had to end soon.

Dr. Strange had said that there was only once chance out of 14000605 that they won. This had to be it.

Right?

Anxiety roped through his chest, making it hard to breathe. The stones glinted in the dull lighting and off the blood and dirt. Pretty, he thought absently.

The blue one was obviously the Tesseract – the Space Stone, Dr. Strange had called it. Anybody who had the internet would know that one, after the Battle of New York.

The sandy one – the Mind Stone - he was used to seeing on Vision’s face. He wondered how Thanos had gotten it in the end. It hadn’t been in the Gauntlet on Titan.

The orange one sent chills down his body. He hadn’t known what it was prior to being turned into dust, but he certainly did now. He didn’t know how the others had felt it, but he’d felt his body disintegrating, the Soul Stone pulling him into its void.

The screams around him were intense. As discomposed as he was right now, he could hear everything. Mr. Stark’s repulsors – or were they Miss Potts’ or Colonel Rhodes’ or Princess Shuri’s? The whoosh at Ant-Man expanding or shrinking in size. The whirring in the spaceship above them. The flapping of the Pegasus’ wings. Parts of the Compound still collapsing. Someone asking for the Gauntlet.

Peter gave a strangled laugh. This was what was being fought over. The glove in his hand was one of the most - if not the most powerful - weapons in the universe.

Absurdly, he was reminded of playing Passing-the-Parcel in Abe Brown’s birthday party in third grade. He’d prayed not to get out. He supposed the stakes were just a tad higher in this game.

He heard repulsors whir again, and felt his stomach tighten. What would Miss Potts do if Mr Stark died? What would T’Challa do if Shuri died? What would Mr Stark do if Miss Potts or Colonel Rhodes died?

What would he do if Mr Stark died?

This was going to end soon. It had to.

But how was it going to end? What would happen?

What if Thanos showed up right now and snatched the gauntlet from him? What if the Squidward-lookalike turned up again?

The spaceship above them clanked and tumbled. He heard guns and satellites being loaded in there. What were they aiming at? Was he going to be blown up into the bits of dust and dirt he liked to imagine Ben was still watching him from?

He could know, he realized suddenly. He had a foolproof way right in his hands.

He remembered the way Dr. Strange spasmed while invoking the Time Stone, how he’d looked at Mr Stark and said solemnly that it was the only way before dying. He remembered learning about paradoxes and how knowing the future can sometimes be worse than not. He remembered the gauntlet coming into his hands on Titan, victory slipping through his fingers like fine sand. He remembered begging Mr Stark to save him as he fell apart.

He looked back at the Stones. They glowed tantalizingly.

There was a plan, he thought. Something about a van and a time machine. How could he know better than so many experienced heroes?

But then. He remembered reading about Sokovia. He remembered kneeling in front of Ben as he gasped his dying breaths. He remembered sobbing with desperation and cleaning dirt encrusted blood off his arms later.

He remembered the choked cry the first alien he had killed had let out right before they stopped breathing.

Never again.

He dug out the green glowing Time Stone from the gauntlet, thankful for his super strength, and on an afterthought took the red and purple ones too.

He wanted to change reality, after all. And that would take a lot of power.

He wasn’t sure how to use the stones. Dr. Strange was the time keeper and Thanos had just waved his hand around to use them.

He felt the sheer power, the radiation eating away at his body and spirit. His Spider-sense rang like a bell.

Thoughts, memories, emotions swirled around him in a vortex.

I am never walking past another tragedy I can prevent.

I don’t want to ever kill again.

—And another Parker grave added to the set —

May. Ned. Mr Stark. MJ. They have to be okay.

—And Ben was dying again, his blood spilling over his hands and their clothes and the dirt —

What is going to happen?

—And May was saying “It’s just me and you” —

How do we win?

—And Ned and he were high-fiving as they opened their acceptance letters to Midtown —

W H A T D O I H A V E T O D O

— And Mr Stark was scolding him for being reckless while patching him up as he tried to convince him that building a lightsaber would be a great idea —

H O W D O I M A K E S U R E

—And Ned was screaming in excitement as he swung from the building and saved someone else from the fire —

I N E E D T O K N O W

—And he was brushing the spider off after the sudden sting, impatient and wanting to re-join the tour group—

D O I N E E D T O C H A N G E A N Y T H I N G

—And he’d just accidentally broken down a door and was staring at it in bewilderment—

G O O O D M U S T P R E V A I L

—And MJ was smirking at him right after driving Flash away and tossing him a drawing of him ‘in crisis’—

A H A P P Y E N D I N G?

He blinked his eyes open.

His eyelids felt unusually heavy.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” A voice mused, and suddenly Peter knew who he was and what he was doing there.

“Son of Mary and Richard,” Another voice joined.

“Beloved of Maybelle and Benjamin and Anthony and Edward and Michelle and Morgan,” A third added.

“We hear your request,” All three chorused.

Peter stumbled to his feet, wrung out. He wasn’t sure where the hell he was. He wasn’t sure of anything – least of all how he felt after that rollercoaster of memories and sensations.

“So, you’re going to grant it--?” He asked awkwardly.

The view shook like it was an optical illusion. The part that didn’t was the cemetery – where his parents and Ben were laid to rest. One moment the three were humanoid figures. The next they were large rocks. They glowed the colour of the Infinty Stones.

Peter couldn’t feel his body or his Spidey Sense, but he could somehow tell the one which was speaking was faintly amused. “Why wouldn’t we?”

“It’s opposing the previous thing you did,” he pointed out. “Or – well, I don’t know if it counts because you’re from the past—”

“We are infinity, child,” one said indifferently. “What would that matter?”

“We merely perform the functions for which we were created,” the third said. “Which includes following the orders of the worthy. The Timekeeper – Stephen Strange – proved himself by showing perseverance, accepting the death of his mentor, and mastering the Mystic Arts. Thanos did by being powerful, determined and a leader enough to collect all of us despite the sacrifices and struggles he had to go through. Anthony Stark would have proven himself by being willing to give up everything, through his sheer will and love.”

Mr Stark would have what--?

“What would the nature of the command do to us?” The first one said idly, still sounding amused. “Whatever happens, whatever goes on in the universes – Time, Space, Mind, Power, Soul and Reality remain constant.”

“Though not so much in this case,” The third continued, “You do wish to mold reality, child?”

Peter felt his ghosts pressing into him. It was his mom and dad, teaching him to become who he was, Uncle Ben who handed over the most important lesson of his life, Aunt May who endured and loved, Ned who was steadfast, Mr Stark who understood and equipped. “Whatever it takes.”

They considered him. “So young,” they hissed as one. “To be carrying the burdens of so many.”

And then suddenly Peter wasn’t in that limbo – he was Carol Danvers who felt a smug sense of satisfaction at blowing up the ship and empathy for teenage superhero Peter Parker; he was Steve Rogers who became worthy of Mjolnir and fought to the bitter end and his happy ending; he was Tony Stark who looked over the compound and thought of his family and decided it was worth it; he was May Parker looming helplessly over her nephew as he grieved at the funeral of someone else he loved; he was Morgan Stark as she stared at the stars and grew up; he was Sam Wilson being handed a legacy; he was T’Challa learning to rule a kingdom he’d been absent from five years; he was Yelena Belova and screaming and raging at the unfairness of the world; he was America Chavez traversing one universe after another in search of something she couldn’t name; he was Ned Leeds discovering magic; he was May Parker reinforcing her husband’s lesson; he was Michelle Jones watching helplessly as the boy she loved disappeared from the world and her mind; he was Peter Parker deciding not to involve the people he loved in his mess; he was Johnny Storm agreeing lazily to a trip in space; he was Queen Shuri screaming her grief into the world and meeting T’Challa the second; he was Jane Foster hoping for a cancer treatment; he was Thor looking for life’s meaning again; he was Shang-Chi being sent on the mission that would change life forever; he was Captain Monica Rambeau getting sucked into the Scarlet Witch’s world; he was Jennifer Walters getting powers; he was Wanda Maximoff destroying Mount Wundagore – he was so many and no one at all at once.

He was Peter Parker crouched in the ditch in the battlefield in the Battle of Earth, Peter Parker at Tony Stark’s funeral, Peter Parker stumbling over his words to confess his feelings to MJ before she pointed out the drone, Peter Parker holding his aunt’s body begging her to wake up, Peter Parker meeting his dimensional counterparts and thinking family, Peter Parker at the Statue of Liberty, Peter Parker kissing Johnny Storm as the world ended, Peter Parker going out in a burst of explosions and glory against Kang. He was all of them and yet someone new.

Peter blinked. His eyelids were surprisingly heavy. His brain tried to reorganize itself from the scrambled mess it had become, hurriedly trying to incorporate the injected memories.

He’d asked what would happen.

He supposed he’d gotten his answer.

“I think you broke the boy,” The perpetually amused one said interestedly.

“I’m fine,” Peter said. He thought his throat would be dry if he could actually feel it. “I. . .”

In the end, it wasn’t all bad. Thanos would die. Kingpin would be defeated as the Vulture was. The Incursion would be prevented. Beyonder, Titania and the others of the alliance would fall. Kang’s reign would be ended. Humanity would push on as it always did, cockroaches in the fabric of reality.

But in the meantime. . . So much suffering. So much pain. So much tragedy that could be prevented.

But what could he do? He was just one person. Sure, he’d been and would be important in fights and confrontations that changed the world, but he couldn’t singlehandedly overturn every single disaster, much less ones of as epic proportions as Thanos and the Alliance and Infinity Ultron and Kang.

“A happy ending,” The apathetic one mulled over the words. “That was your wish. How would you propose that happen?”

“I guess I’ll go back and try to prevent some of the worse things from happening. . .?” Peter volunteered, entirely unenthused about the prospect. How was he supposed to stop Mr Stark from snapping? Or Wanda from going crazy with grief? Or Wilson Fisk from running the mafia?

What even qualified as bad things? Johnny getting his powers had been traumatic, but he’d later helped save the world multiple times and – Peter would’ve blushed if he could’ve. He thought the Human Torch had been happy by the end.

Peter suddenly felt sick and wished fervently he hadn’t done this. He had no idea what to do or how to resolve any of the numerous moral quandaries he needed to in order to progress. He'd killed. He'd taken life. Surely that should have gotten rid of some of his ethics?

“Would that give you your happy ending?” The third – the humane - one inquired. “Everyone you care for alive? The world saved?”

Peter was motionless and he felt his Spidey Sense give a long warble before curling down to settle.

If you expect disappointment, then you can never really get disappointed.

Everyone wants a happy ending, right?

Everything Spider-Man touches comes to ruin.

Okay, so let ‘em do their thing. You can go work on a fallback plan.

Strong enough to have it all, too weak to take it.

If you’re nothing without the suit, you shouldn’t have it.

You have a gift. You have power. And with great power, there must also come great responsibility.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked, resigned.

“’Want me to do’,” The amused one said, savouring each word. “Nothing, boy. But it was your wish to have your happy ending.”

“And that isn’t possible in this timeline,” the humane one continued.

Peter had to agree. He hated it, but he agreed. Even if he snapped right now instead of Mr Stark, EDITH existed and Quentin Beck would want it, the Multiverse would still break but instead of him some poor sorcerer apprentice would be caught up in it, without him around Fisk would be a lot more open with his general shadiness, Shuri would still lose everything, MJ and Ned would still get caught up in some nonsense because they were people with large hearts and a deep intelligence and he wouldn’t be there to save them, and without his sacrifice Kang might be able to get the edge on them.

Peter was one insignificant soul – but in the grand scale of things he did matter.

“So what do I do?”

“You picked up Time, Power and me,” The indifferent one – Reality, apparently – said. “What was your intention there?”

“Um,” Peter said dumbly. “Dr. Strange used the – Time to see the future, which is what I wanted to do. And I wanted to change it if I needed to so Reality – you.”

“And you thought I would be necessary to do that,” The amused one, Power, said.

“Which is fair enough,” Time, the humane one, said. “Since that is what allows us to do this.”

“Do what?” Peter asked, alarm stirring. His Sense gave a light buzz but didn’t tingle, which probably meant this wasn’t going to harm him.

“Peter Benjamin Parker,” Power thundered.

“Bearer of the gauntlet,” Time said.

“Holder of Infinity,” Reality announced.

“You will be sent back to your body on the date of May 23rd 2016,” Time glowed oddly at the words.

Peter was still stuck on the point. “Wait – time travel? Like Back to the Future? Or Peggy Sue got married?”

“You did agree that The Battle of the Earth is a point of no return for your happy ending,” Reality pointed out boredly. “The only logical conclusion is to therefore send you to sometime where you can work towards it.”

“Foster better relationships with the other Avengers and diplomacy with alien planets,” Power said, like he – she – they – it? Was ticking items off a list. “Take down Kingpin and Vulture sooner. Stabilize the multiverse.”

“You say that like it’s simple,” Peter said vaguely – but his mind was whirring.

There were so many things he could do better. So much he could make easier for Ned and Mr Stark and Dr. Strange and the Avengers.

The chance to have a do-over was something people would give anything for. Excitement and panic began to build up. Something occurred to him. “Why May 2016? Why – why not before?”

Ben, he thought longingly. Ben had died in January. He could go back. He could - he could save him, apologize to him, see him again—

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Time said gently. “The day you met Anthony Stark is the day you were set on this path. Your being bitten by the spider and Benjamin Parker’s death are universal constants. Them being changed would be too much too quick.”

Peter swallowed his bitterness and the stinging in his eyes. He supposed his parents’ and Ben’s survival would be too much to ask.

The world is unfair, he thought, remembering MJ telling him she loved him on Liberty Island, the blood and dirt and the light fading from the eyes of Ben and Mr Stark and May, Ned’s desolate eyes when he’d learned his dad’s fate, the way Shuri screamed when her mother died, Johnny’s final supernova, dying in pain and alone without knowing Kang had been defeated, but it’s ours. I have power. Power to change everything, to give us a happier ending. The end is close, but so is a new beginning. I have a responsibility to everyone who doesn’t have that power.

“Okay,” he said, taking a deep breath and steeling himself. “I’m doing this.”

“Excellent,” Reality said briskly. “Now—”

“You must choose your companions,” Power said, voice light. “Whom will you choose?”

“W-What do you mean?” Peter asked, thrown off.

“You may choose five companions,” Reality said.

“One for each of us,” Power said.

“I can choose?” he asked, bewildered.

“Your happy ending,” Reality reminded him brightly. “Your choice.”

His happy ending. That had been his final, most fervent wish when handling the Stones. No wonder they were harping on that so much.

Peter wished he could feel his corporeal body, because he really wanted to pinch himself. Aliens, space, Infinity Stones. . . It was hard to believe only a day ago to him he’d been on a field trip to MoMA listening to Flash moan about the horrid bus conditions.

But how the hell could he choose?

He needed people whom he trusted, but who would also be ready to give everything up to save the world.

Peter wasn’t unaware of what he was doing. He may be dazed, but he was a smart kid, as Mr Stark often told him. He was giving up his May, his Ned, his MJ, his Johnny, his Shuri, his Matt, his Wade, the life that would have been his – tragic, sure, but also filled with love and laughter and heroism.

He needed to find people who would have been worse off if this timeline continued.

One choice was instant. He ticked all the boxes, and he was one of the people Peter loved and trusted most in the world. “Mr Stark.”

The Stones gave no sign as to what their opinion of his choice was.

Mr Stark covered the Avengers, and earthly heroes. If he needed to build bridges with aliens and maintain the multiverse, he needed people experienced in that – “Dr. Strange.” He remembered the future he saw for Dr. Strange. He liked America Chavez, from what he’d seen of her, and hoped the doctor would be able to find her sooner.

Two safe ones. Now to shake the boat a bit.

Aliens were harder. He supposed one of the Guardians of the Galaxy would do, but he couldn’t think of how they might have any power over the entirety of space. He considered Thor – Thor, the strongest, the god of thunder, Peter’s bi reveal – but what he needed was someone subtler. Someone sneakier. Someone who practiced magic.

Controversial, but he’d died. Peter thought he could cut him some slack. “Loki.”

Avengers. Aliens. Multiverse. For the street level, though. . . . He needed someone with power on the business side of things. Someone who was strong, who had managed Stark Industries and its trade and resources with other planets and countries for years after becoming a widow. Someone without whom Morgan – Morgan, his beloved little sister – couldn’t exist. “Mrs. Potts.”

Peter suddenly realized he’d already filled four spots. He only had one left. He longed to say May or Ned. May and Ned, who had been there with him since his parents had died nearly a decade ago. May and Ned, the two people whom he loved most in the world. May and Ned, who were invaluable to him, but held no significant power when it came to changing the world.

Peter closed his eyes to prevent the rush of tears. It seemed his physicality could change when he felt devastation. With these words, he was losing his emotional support as he knew them. May would go back to being the fun aunt who had no idea he was Spider-Man. Ned would be the happy-go-lucky best friend, not the traumatized sorcerer and programmer who’d grown with him and faced multiversal dangers.

This is my power. This is my responsibility. The Green Goblin was wrong. I am Spider-Man.

“Shuri.” Shuri, his friend, who had lost everything the way Peter had. She deserved a chance for a do-over too. And she could help advance technology to the level it was in space, and help T’Challa and Mr Stark and Mrs Potts influence the UN and the wider world.

“Wise choices,” Reality said, for once sounding solemn.

“And you did not choose selfishly,” Power observed. “Very well, Peter Parker. The best of luck on your mission. We have fulfilled your desire to the best of our abilities.”

“Your happy ending, your future is now up to you,” Reality said, once more sounding entertained.

“Selflessness must be rewarded.” Time said. “And so as a final gift: knowledge of the Time Variance Authority. And Edward Leeds.”

Peter’s blood rushed through his head as more knowledge filled it, and simultaneously joy and relief sprung through him. Ned.

The world filled with the colours of infinity.

It looked like the Soul Stone’s realm.

The six people he’d chosen stood in front of him.

“Pete?” Mr Stark asked, sounding confused. “What’s going on?”

Peter straightened with glorious purpose.

My power. My responsibility.

My happy ending.

“We have a mission,” he began.

#bad things happen bingo #whumpcember #mcu peter parker #mcu fandom #peter parker #fanfiction #ao3 fic #canon divergent au #avengers endgame #irondad #infinity stones #time travel

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merlinmarvelandother-oneshots · 10 months

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Congratulations

Thor Odinson x Guardian!Reader

Y/N has been Thor Odinson's guardian since birth, the highest of the Valkyries, sworn to protect the Prince with her life. what happens when she returns, thought to be dead for the past thousand years?

Fem!Reader

a/n: the villain i chose for this is actually from BBC's Merlin, go cry about it. also this isn't a romance i've just had the idea in my head for a good long while now. I also have REALLY inconsistent start of sentence capitalization.

my computer's a dick and wouldn't load any GIFs so I couldn't put one 😍

"we are gathered here, on the 1000th anniversary of the death of the mighty warrior, Y/n, to honor her and her legacy," Odin started. the same speech he gave every year. "she gave her life protecting the Crown Prince Thor."

"hold on," a strangely familiar voice emerged from the crowd. "last time I checked, I'm still alive."

~~~

the Lady Morgana was a fierce foe, and one of the greatest threats to the prince you've faced yet. making it your duty to stop her, by whatever means become necessary. she was a powerful sorceress, but so were you. and you wouldn't back down without a fight.

but you didn't get a chance.

her eyes flashed gold and you were knocked onto the soft grass.

and then you couldn't move,

couldn't speak,

but you could look around.

you could hear.

which remained your fate for the next thousand years.

until suddenly, you could move again. you could breathe, and you could talk.

after a thousand years.

you had watched as an entire village was built around you, and every spring they sacrificed a dove in your honor. who wants to bet it was the angel wings?

but one year, mere seconds after they plunged the knife into the heart of the dove, you were freed.

thank the gods Heimdall could still see you, or else you would have never made your way back.

back home.

~~~

all eyes were on you.

"Lady Y/n?" Odin's familiar voice filled your ears. he had clearly aged some. "you were thought to be dead. even Heimdall could not see you."

"I suppose I was dead. in a way." you breathed in before you continued. "The Lady Morgana turned me to stone. where is she? is she still alive?"

"the Lady Morgana is dead. she was killed shortly after your disappearance by a Midgardian sorcerer."

"Emrys. . ." you said under your breath. "where is Prince Thor?"

"he is safe, which I believe is only because of you," Queen Frigga spoke up. "would you like to see him?" "I would," you said with a smile.

~~~

"mother, you wished to see me?" said a deep voice as a man entered the room. surely, this could not be Thor? last you had seen him he was only five hundred years old. a child. he had grown handsome. he had golden blonde hair that fell just below his shoulders, his jawline gave the appearance of one cut by the ax you've wielded the entirety of your warriorhood. his blue eyes, though the same ones you had seen all those centuries ago, looked different. they were older. he had seen and learned far more than when you saw him last. his armor fit him perfectly, it was clearly made for his own form. he appeared strong now, and in his right hand he carried the same hammer he had since childhood. Mjolnir.

"Thor, you. . . you look so different." what a stupid thing to say. of course he did! it's been a thousand years! you shouldn't be surprised that he's changed, but what would he think of you now? would he even remember you? would he believe it was you?

"Mother, who is-" he cut himself off. "Lady y/n?" his voice could only be described as bewildered.

"it's me," you stepped closer to him, wanting to see him better.

"that's impossible. you died a thousand years ago."

Queen Frigga spoke up. "She didn't. she was turned to stone by a sorceress."

"And I was conscious for all of it," you added. "a village was built around me. they sacrificed doves to me every year. they probably thought I was some sort of goddess. how ironic is that?"

he gave a soft smile. "Does Loki know you've returned?"

"No, and I'm sure he'd prefer it that way," you said.

Prince Loki never liked you. you were sworn to protect his brother, while he was to be left in the dust. you didn't do it because Thor was your favorite, or anything, you had merely sworn to protect the crown prince. though while over time, you had grown a closer bond with Thor than you had with Loki, that was only because you spent all your time with Thor. with Loki, well, it was his choice how much time he spent around you. though you had prayed that he had overcome his childish grudge.

"though he will find out, sooner or later," the Queen said. "unless you try to hide."

"If he's the same Loki I knew back then, he'll find out all by himself, even if I do."

"somehow, I believe Loki has become even more Loki-like since then. It's like there's more Loki per Loki," said Thor.

"I doubt I'll ever understand you, brother," a new, unfamiliar voice said. looking past Thor to the grand double doors of the throne room, you saw another man, striding to stand beside Thor.

Loki too, had changed. his hair was dark, darker than any others you'd seen, and it was long. though not quite as long as Thor's. his eyes were green and were in a glare, with help from his low resting eyebrows. he was skinnier than Thor as he always has been, likely still relying on his magic rather than combat skills.

"Prince Loki. how have you been?" you needed no introductions. he knew who you were.

"progressively worse and worse, thanks. I suppose it's been the same for you?" he responded, his natural sarcasm still evident in his tone, even after so long.

"until it got better."

"I never thought I would see you again. what happened?" said the Prince. his tone didn't say it, but you could tell he was genuinely curious.

"Well," you breathed before retelling the story. "We had deemed the Lady Morgana a threat, both to your brother's safety, and also to the whole of Asgard. so, I went to Midgard to stop her before that happened. but it turned out that she was an even stronger sorceress than I had initially thought, and she was able to cast a spell on me, turning me into stone. I could still hear and see my surrounds, but I couldn't move. some Midgardian townspeople found me and built a village around me. they sacrificed birds to me every year, that's the only way I had of knowing how long it had been. but the day it hit the thousand-year mark, the spell broke, and I was free. I called Heimdall and he answered, and now I'm back!"

"What an amazing tale. such a good thing she's dead, oh the havoc she'd have wrought on Asgard," said the younger Prince, still with that damn sarcasm. did he want Asgard to fall?

Thor spoke up, saying, "and I can only guess you'd side with her." a high level of harshness filled his tone. what happened to the two? sure, they never got along well as children, but they never hated each other. is that what was happening here? perhaps. but maybe you could help sort it out.

~~~

but you didn't.

you never got the chance

he came too soon.

the Guardians too late.

you watched as Thanos killed half of your people, then Loki and Heimdall. both tried to achieve something, one trying to kill the titan, the other trying to send someone to Earth. but only one succeeded. then Thanos and his army of freaks left.

then you met people. the Guardians of the Galaxy, they called themselves.

then all but a damn raccoon died.

you got everything back, just to lose it all again a few years later.

but you had fulfilled your duty.

the crown prince, now king, was still alive.

congratulations.

#marvel #marvel x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #Thor #Thor x reader #warrior reader #Loki x reader #angst #unhappy ending #asgard

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tfatwsiguess · 2 years

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For those of us who have seen Thor: Love and Thunder… (it was so freakin good!) Spoilers ahead!!! ⚠️

• That opening scene after the daughter died and Gorr finds his god only to realize he was a collosal ass was actually so hard to watch- like this dude really just told you his people all died after worshipping you and you wanna laugh and throw shit at him 🙂

• Y’all. I finally get what you mean when you fawn over Thor, ‘cause man was looking FINE with his new look in the beginning of this movie. Like, yeah obviously I could look at him and see mans was attractive but this was the first time bro was actually doin it for me. 😂 Only other people who’ve managed to do that are Bucky and Marc (I’m asexual y’all sometimes I’m just slow to it lmao)

• Seeing the Guardians again was actually so nice. Made me realize how long it’s been since we’ve seen them with all the other post-endgame movies that have come out. Seeing Quill and Thor being friends was actually really nice. Was definitely expecting the competitiveness still bc of the trailer but Quill was even a fan of Thor’s whole act so I call that growth 😂

• Loved seeing my girl Darcy/Kat way too much and that’s probably because I just finished watching 2 Broke Girls. Character’s just so underrated and I want to see her Monica and Woo all back together. But omg I don’t think she even got to say goodbye to Jane 🥺

• The way I thought it was out of five stages of cancer and not four, it just made sense to me

• The first two minutes of Jane’s intro were already more interesting to me than anything she’s ever done in the first two movies. Not exactly a Jane hater am I, but I definitely didn’t think she was interesting enough on her own let alone to be Thor God of Thunder’s love interest (although I found the first two Thor movies incredibly boring too so maybe it’s their fault and not hers 😬) but I feel they definitely fixed that with this movie

• Actually loving them calling her King Valkyrie because yes it’s like making girl boss moves playing chess not checkers

• Jane’s move of splitting up the broken pieces of Mjolnir to attack multiple people at once is so badass???

• Sooooo NOW y’all wanna make me ship Jane and Thor?! Had three movies to do it before and gave me less than 0%. Why couldn’t they show us a glimpse of any of these flashbacks then 🤡

• The personification of Mjolnir and Stormbreaker were really a nice touch. Mjolnir actually heeding Thor’s wish when he asked it to protects her is pretty sweet and adorable

• Thor really has a thing with people copying his look. “I see you’ve copied the beard.” // “You’re wearing my look.”

• My God when he leveled up his armor with all those bright colors after he saw Jane’s he looked like a freakin Transformer to me

• Thor is not as skilled in giving inspirational speeches as ol’ Stevie was and I admire him for always trying and knowing that’s enough 🥹

• Jane and Valkyrie are actually extremely adorable and I love them, she’s like her goddess mentor

• “Eat my hammer” is giving… “get a face full of my hammer” and I’m down with it the way she delivers it lmao

• It’s the way I should’ve expected to see Thor/Hemsworth buns uncensored in this movie and I didn’t 😂 was completely surprised when my mom actually laughed at the women fainting she’s so conservative

• YES VALKYRIE WIELDING THAT LIGHTNING BOLT LIKE A QUEEN

• Okay Jane has such a flourish to her fighting movements and I freaking love it

• Jane actually staying in the hospital to let Thor take the reigns going forward was such satisfying character growth

• Holy crap the gifs y’all make of this movie are gonna look great- that rainbow bridge shot when the goats crash through the ceiling and the extension of Thor’s powers to the kids making a tree were so cool

• Did the wish granting space person thingy look like The Watcher to anyone?

• I’m really glad they had Gorr make the right decision to bring his daughter back. I thought it was gonna be the type of situation where when they break his sword he would stop being corrupted. Still not clear on why he was dying in the first place tho

• Thor having a DAUGHTER?! SO STINKIN CUTE AND PUREEEE 😭 Idk if y’all comic readers already knew about this but I never would’ve guessed that was where the movie would end up. (For X-Men lovers I went home and watched Logan right after that too so my heart’s been through the Daddy-Daughter ringer 🥺)

• My moments of realizing why it’s called Love and Thunder and why they kept using the song Sweet Child O’ Mine shown through emojis: 😯😱🙊🥺🥹

• Hercules?! Hell yeah

• I was hoping my good sis would make it into Valhalla with the died-of-cancer/saved-all-of-god-kind card. Certainly was nice seeing Heimdall again

That’s everything I remember off the top of my head but this really was such an exciting, funny and hilarious two hours of entertainment. Definitely see it in theatres if you can guys 🧡

#thor odinson #lady thor #thor love and thunder #love and thunder spoilers #valkyrie #king valkyrie #mighty thor #dr jane foster #mjolnir #stormbreaker #marvel #mcu #thor 4

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