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ircn-dad · 9 months

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Can we talk about how cute it is that Peter thought Tony was that tall for the bunny ears?

And also... does that mean they didn't plan at all to do bunny ears to each other? I mean, if they had planned it, Peter would have checked to see if he was doing them right.

So that means that originally the photo was going to be with Tony's arm around Peter's back, and Peter's arm around Tony's shoulders.

These two will never stop making me cry.

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yours-mythically · 6 months

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Love Bites

➤ pairing : natasha romanoff x reader (romantic)

➤ summary : you love biting your girlfriend (based on this by @shedeservesbetter)

➤ warnings : none

➤ a/n : uhm....hi :D

You start the day with the sun shining through the window, hitting you in the face. As you stretch and turn to Natasha, you give her a playful bite on the cheek. She looks surprised but smiles a little before giving you a peck on the lips.

Throughout the day, you keep biting Natasha in a playful way. When you're sitting together, you might bite her arm or during serious meetings, you might sneak in a little bite on her hand. The other Avengers find it cute and laugh at your way of showing love. Nat, though, she doesn't seem to mind. She just rolls with it.

In the common room, you sneak up on Natasha and give her arm a gentle bite. She jumps a bit, but then she laughs softly. Wanda and Clint see this and share knowing looks, used to your special way of showing affection.

During a meeting with Fury, you manage to quietly nibble on Natasha's hand. Natasha gives you a warning look, but there's a tiny smile in her eyes. Fury doesn't seem bothered, used to unexpected things from the Avengers.

Then comes Yelena, Natasha's sestra, teasing her about being soft, "You're getting all mushy with love bites, huh?" she teases, a shot of vodka in her hand, making Natasha glare at her.

The teasing goes on, but Natasha secretly likes your way of showing love, even with the jokes from Yelena and the laughs from the others. Your love bites, in their own funny way, become a special thing between you and Natasha, a secret language that says, "I care about you and I love you."

#marvel #the avengers #romantic #yours-mythically #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader

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lovefks · 6 days

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TRIGGER WARNING: SENSITIVE TOPIC!!!!

‼️FKCING STOP R*PE(FANFICS)‼️

I just saw a FF for ghost and Price where they are r*pist???? Guys stop publishing shit like that… This is really nothing to romanticize and it’s even worse to thing it’s okay or to publish shit like that and make people think that r*pe is good or hot…. People who experienced disgusting shit like that are traumatized for their life, now imagine what these innocent people must feel when they see that there are people who write fucking fanfics about that shit!‼️STOP R*PE‼️

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captaincapsicle83 · 2 months

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The Little Pests

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary- Sam’s friend, an IT worker for Stark Industries turned new recruit, has a crush on an avenger. Being a good wingman (hehe, get it?) does everything he can to get the reader and Bucky closer, even enlisting the help of other avengers.

It’s almost obnoxious actually.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader (main romance, rest platonic), Sam Wilson x reader, Clint Barton x reader, avengers x reader

TW: Cursing, Sam and Clint being silly, “suicide” but like, it’s a bobs burgers reference (you’ll see)

A/N: I was bored, so I pushed aside EVERY OTHER WIP I should be working on (about eight separate ones), left all my drafts open, completely ignored my old, geriatric ideas, and wrote something off a whim

Behold, my capricious work of art

“And, this is our kitchen, that’s our toaster. The toaster is always broken don’t try to use it,” Sam says. His right arm is on your shoulder, the left gesturing around the room, showing you around he compound.

“Why doesn’t it-” You’re cut off by a man with light brown hair swatting the toaster with his fist.

“You whore! I want my poptart!” He grunts.

“He’s why,” Sam shakes his head, and rolls his eyes. Clint Barton; Hawkeye, Destroyer of toasters.

Clint whips around, disgust evident on his face, “Oh, no, no, no, Sir. Don’t act like I’m suddenly the only one to blame here. Take a look at Mr. Banner and his anger issues, the cyborg, or, better yet Sammy, look in the fucking mirror.”

You decided right then and there that you liked Clint. “Sammy” scowled at Barton, before motioning for you to sit at the table. He had already shown you around the rest of the compound, including your room, making the kitchen your last stop.

As Sam rummaged through the cupboards, Clint sat in a chair across from you, groaning and huffing like an old dad with aching joints (Clint couldn’t be more than in his thirties or fourties’).

“Are you here to fix the toaster?” He asks you, his voice sad and his eyes even sadder. He was like those little animals with big eyes of pleading in Disney films.

“No, I’m sorry. I could try,” you suggest the last part, and he perks up. He sits up straight in his chair, rather than sprawling, and shifted to drumming his hands on the table.

“Met anybody else yet?” He asks, Sam still looking for food with not much luck.

“Nada, just you and Sam,” You say, truthfully. You had honestly expected more traffic, but were just the same grateful to be mostly undisturbed.

“Oh, good, you’re lucky. After us, it all goes down hill,” He “tsk-tsk”’s. “Let’s give you a run down. There’s Bruce and Tony, they’re our brains. They don’t sleep. They’re, like, tier two after Sam and I. Also tier 2, we got Natasha and Wanda. They’re scary. I will not elaborate. Tier 3, Vision, Thor, Rhodes, Spider-Kid. Mostly uneventful around the compound, Visions here the most, other three not as much. Then there’s our senior citizens in the bottom tier. Steve and Bucket. If they were a spice, they’d be flour.”

The way Clint was talking, it felt like the scene in mean girls where Janice and Damien find Cary in the bathroom. You were giggly at his little hand motions and theatrical way of painting the scene.

“What makes you and Sam tier 1?” You ask, Sam coming over with two jars of peanut butter, spoons sticking out of them.

“Birds!” They both yell to each other. When you make a face at Sam’s offer of a jar of peanut butter, Clint takes it right away. You watch in wonder as the two bicker with each other, getting the feeling they were the only ones who found themselves to be “tier 1.”

***

You had been with the avengers for, say, about 7 months, finding it easy to make friends and have fun between missions and SHIELD duties.

“Well,” Clint was saying to you and Sam, the three of you sitting at the compounds dining table, coloring with crayons on printer paper. “I’m glad you two are having fun, because I am going to kill myself.”

He holds up a poorly manufactured picture of a duck. You all convulge into a set of late night giggles.

It was four am, and you had all just returned early from a mission. After a mission, especially one where you could sleep on the way back, you sometimes found it nice to unwind with your teammates.

As you all tried to compose yourselves, you didn’t even notice someone else enter the kitchen part of the kitchen, not until Sam called out to them that is.

“Hey, Buck, what’s up?”

“Hmm? Nothing. Coffee,” He looked startled, then straight back to basically being dead tired. The bags under his eyes looked like they just took a trip to Costco.

He looks reluctant, and like his mind has to do a lot of mental gymnastics to convince himself to do so, but ultimately he sits down at your table.

You’re drawing a picture of some birds (well, what was supposed to look like birds) in a little bird house. Your heart was beating about 10 decibels faster, and your hands became more unsteady.

Clint and Sam both privately took note of your change in demeanor. The way instead of using circle motions either your crayons, as you had been, you were pressing harder and going up and down. And how you simply just layer them on the table rather than back in the box. And the short sweet glances sent to one new person at the table….

***

Private messages between Sam Wilson and Clint Barton that you should never have seen, had you not been playing candy crush on Clint’s phone one Saturday morning. You’re a snooper, you snoop, it’s what you do.

Wednesday 5:36 am

Clint: Are you sleeping bbb

Sam: that best better not stand for what I think it does…

Clint: Y/n left me after you and Bucky did. Think the girl needed time to fantasize

Sam: YOU NOTICED TOO

Clint: I see everything, always

Sam: ominous

Sam: Clinton have you ever watched the bachorlette

Clint: I loveeee where this is going

Sam: I think she has a little crush

Sam: we should set them up

Clint: I can already see the kids

Clint: they’ll be names Sam and Clint of course

Clint: after us

Saturday, 9:29 am

Unread

Sam: did you destroy my fucking coin master village 17 times???

Sam: Barton, your ass is grass and I’m gonna mow it

***

Dead. You promised Clint and Sam they were dead.

At first, you thought it was just a joke. Until the advancements started.

It was Thursday, the team gathering for a dinner, as they did every once in awhile. As soon as you entered the room, you saw Clint and Sam basically playing musical chairs to keep an empty seat open next to Bucky Barnes.

“Are…Are you two okay?” Steve asked, genuine fear and concern on his face.

“Totally.”

“One-hundred percent.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You’re acting weird captain.”

Steve sits, slack jawed, at a loss for a response. As you walk towards the table, your shoulders are grabbed by Clint, who is saying in a sickeningly sweet and chipper voice, “Y/n! Goodness, great to see you! Sit here! There’s a spot next to Bucky! You know Bucky! You love Bucky!”

You were a *mess* the entire dinner, unable to completely focus on anything but breathing patterns.

As the evening was coming to a close and others were dismissing themselves, you made cold hard eye contact with Clint, seated directly across from you. His hands were folded on the table like an innocent school child.

“Barton,” you said, your voice stern. “Wanna play Chinese Checkers?”

He shakes his head violently, but says, “Sam does too.”

Sam gets up from the table, so fast, his chair knocks over and silverware clatters.

You quickly jump up, chasing him down the hall. Clint follows, brandishing a phone camera, a will, and a way.

The rest of the group was frozen now, looking in bewilderment at what was going on. Or rather, their lack of knowledge of what the hell was going on?

“Anybody have input?” Tony asks after a long silence. Everyone looks equally lost.

They all look when a thud sounds in the direction your trio went.

***

Bucky and Steve are walking track to their rooms, later that evening. Steve had mission reports to do, and Bucky had thoughts to process and a diary to write in.

“So, what do you think of the new girl?” Steve pokes the bear, hoping to get a rise out of his friend.

“Hmm, oh. I dunno. She’s nice, I guess,” Bucky shrugs, and Steve’s goofy little smile grows like the grinch’s heart.

“Really? Because you look liked you were having an awful lot of thoughts tonight at dinner. And, you know, you stare at her long enough every other day…”

“Do not.”

“Do so.”

Bucky stares at Steve, unknowing of what to do in this situation. He shrugs again.

“So what?”

“So? So you should, oh, I don’t know, have a real conversation with her instead of just breathing into each others general directions. It’s nauseating having to watch Sam and Clint push you guys into the same space.”

Tonight may have been the first time you noticed, but in truth that kind thing happened in many many scenarios. Even before Clint and Sam connected that dots that you liked him.

They wanted their ship to sail.

***

“You took a shower!?” Clint says to Bucky, in a low and shocked voice. He held an incredulous look on his face, one Bucky wanted to smack right off.

“Yeah, try it sometime,” Bucky quipped.

“Y/n’s in her room,” Clint took a sip of his coffee. She has loads of paperwork. Probably will be in there all day.”

Bucky’s mouth opens and then shuts, not wanting to know why Clint was helping him. In truth, he wasn’t. Clint was helping you.

Within minutes, Bucky was outside your door, giving himself the cutest, peppiest of peptalks. Albeit, in his head because he could not handle the embarrassment of the e door opening to you seeing him babbling like a madman.

So when you did open the door, he tried flashing a warm smile. At the sight of it, you thought you would simply just faint. Right there, thud on the floor.

While your brain was debating whether you would prefer internal or external bleeding of the skull (internal, you decided, wouldn’t mess up your hair) Bucky cleared his throat.

You looked into his blinding blue eyes, the way a deer looks into headlights (meaning any minute you would get hit by the car…)

“Hi,” Bucky breathes out.

“Hi,” you say, your voice cracking.

You wanted to choke yourself out.

“I have something to tell you,” he starts. “Or- or I wanna talk to you.”

“…oh…” FUCKING CHRIST! Oh?? That was the best you had???

“Look, y/n I’ve sorta…I like you, quite a lot. And I’ve been nervous to talk to you or tell you about it, because I really don’t like opening up about my feelings. But-”

You cut him off by pouring out, “Ilikeyoutoo!”

“You- oh…Well…this wasn’t as bad as I had thought then.”

You let out an awkward chuckle, “Yeah, guess not.”

He doesn’t say anything, the two of you staring into each others eyes. He starts to lean in, his perfect face getting closer to yours. The action feels magnetic as you lean closer.

You take in his features. His brow, his chiseled jawline. The symmetrical two sides to his face, like if you took a meat clever down the center, you’d have matching halves.

Just as you can feel his breathe on your lips, right before the two of you can make contact, you both jolt apart at the sound.

Clint falls from your ceiling, Sam landing on top of him. The metal grate that filtrated the air in your room was below them, broken ceiling tiles, pink insulation and regret strewn about your flooring.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #marvel #sam wilson #clint barton #platonic #romantic #bucky barnes x female reader #avengers x reader

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froottalks · 8 months

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Threads of Fate - Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

[summary: where wanda is new in town and is reader's new history teacher and reader starts to develop feelings for her, later reader comes to know that wanda is actually reader's mum's best friend and their new neighbor too. reader sucks at history and wanda offers to tutor reader. reader often goes to wanda's house for tutoring sesions which later evolves to something more.]

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{Part 1} {Part 2}

In the quaint town of Westview, the arrival of Wanda Maximoff had stirred up whispers of curiosity. The enigmatic newcomer was more than just a history teacher at the local high school; she was a puzzle waiting to be solved. And amidst the intrigue stood Y/n L/n—a bright, independent student with a knack for getting herself into situations that defied logic.

It was a crisp autumn morning when (Y/n) found herself seated in the back row of Ms. Maximoff's history class, her gaze drifting between the blackboard and her phone. The lesson, it seemed, was about the Battle of Gettysburg—a topic that had never quite held her interest. Her thoughts wandered, weaving through the mundane and the fantastical.

"(Y/n), care to share your thoughts on the Gettysburg Address?" Ms. Maximoff's voice, with its gentle yet commanding timbre, pulled her from her daydreams.

(Y/n) blinked, her cheeks flushing as she realized all eyes were on her. "Uh, sure. So, the Gettysburg Address was delivered by Abraham Lincoln, right? He, um, talked about equality and stuff."

Ms. Maximoff raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching into an amused smile. "Close enough. Lincoln's speech indeed focused on equality and the preservation of the nation."

The rest of the class passed in a haze of disinterest and unfocused attention. As the bell rang, (Y/n) gathered her belongings and made her way out, her thoughts drifting away from history and toward the mysteries that surrounded Ms. Maximoff.

Weeks turned into months, and as the town's landscapes transformed with the changing seasons, (Y/n)'s curiosity about her enigmatic history teacher remained unquenched. She spent her free moments attempting to decipher the puzzle that was Wanda Maximoff—searching for traces of her past, her motivations, and the secrets she carried.

One evening, after the final bell had rung, (Y/n) lingered in the classroom, pretending to organize her notes. As the other students filed out, Ms. Maximoff approached, her presence as enigmatic as ever.

"(Y/n), is there something you'd like to discuss?" Her tone was warm, inviting curiosity.

(Y/n) looked up, her gaze meeting Ms. Maximoff's. "Actually, I was wondering if you'd be open to some extra help. History's not really my strong suit."

Ms. Maximoff's smile was gentle, her eyes holding a mixture of encouragement and intrigue. "I'm always here to help, (Y/n). Feel free to come by my office after school if you need assistance."

The offer lingered in the air between them—a bridge connecting curiosity and companionship. Over the weeks that followed, (Y/n) took advantage of the opportunity, seeking Ms. Maximoff's guidance in history. The one-on-one sessions evolved into more than just academic discussions; they were conversations that spanned time and space, delving into the intricacies of history and life itself.

As winter descended upon Westview, their interactions grew more frequent. (Y/n) found herself drawn not just to the subject matter but to the woman herself. There was a spark of something—a connection that defied explanation.

One chilly evening, as snowflakes danced in the air, (Y/n) knocked on Ms. Maximoff's front door. The door swung open, revealing a cozy interior bathed in warm light.

"Come in, (Y/n)," Ms. Maximoff said, her smile welcoming as she ushered (Y/n) inside.

The sessions became a regular routine, a blend of laughter, discussions, and moments of quiet contemplation. (Y/n)'s heart raced whenever Ms. Maximoff looked her way, her smile sending shivers down her spine. There was a familiarity in those eyes—a familiarity that begged to be explored.

One day, as they sat in Ms. Maximoff's living room, a photograph caught (Y/n)'s attention. It was a picture of Ms. Maximoff, arm in arm with a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to (Y/n)'s own mother.

"Is that...?" (Y/n)'s voice trailed off as she pointed at the photograph.

Ms. Maximoff's gaze softened, her fingers tracing the edges of the frame. "Yes. That's my best friend, your mother."

(Y/n)'s heart pounded in her chest as she processed the revelation. The threads of fate that had brought Ms. Maximoff into her life were woven with a familiarity she had never expected.

"Your mother and I were close," Ms. Maximoff continued, her voice tinged with a mix of fondness and nostalgia. "We lost touch over the years, but it seems fate has a way of bringing people back together."

(Y/n)'s mind was a whirlwind of emotions—surprise, confusion, and a growing realization. As Ms. Maximoff's gaze met hers, the air crackled with a tension that neither could deny.

Their conversations grew more intimate, their words laced with unspoken truths. And then, one evening, as the snow fell gently outside, (Y/n)'s gaze met Ms. Maximoff's, her heart pounding in her chest.

"(Y/n)," Ms. Maximoff began, her voice soft yet steady. "There's something I've wanted to tell you."

(Y/n)'s breath caught in her throat, anticipation mingling with uncertainty. "What is it?"

Ms. Maximoff's eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and hope. "I've felt a connection with you from the moment we met. And as time went on, that connection only grew stronger."

(Y/n)'s heart raced, the pieces falling into place. The familiarity, the unspoken tension—it was all leading to this moment.

"(Y/n)," Ms. Maximoff said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have feelings for you, feelings that go beyond teacher and student."

The air was charged with an electric energy, a moment suspended in time. (Y/n)'s gaze met Ms. Maximoff's, her heart pounding in her chest.

And then, before either of them could say more, a knock at the door shattered the moment. Their eyes met, the connection between them unbroken yet undeniably altered.

As (Y/n) left that evening, the snow-covered streets felt like a metaphor for the tangled threads of fate that now bound them together.

{Part 2}

#marvel #mcu #the avengers #wanda maximoff #x reader #wanda x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x female y/n #threads of fate #cute #romantic #teacher wanda #confessions #oneshot #one shot

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monpalace · 2 years

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When Pietro tells his lover what he wants to do while half-asleep. He wasn’t supposed to actually do it.

"I wanna have a pac-man machine." Pietro had admitted when his mind was finally muddled with sleep, his fifth day of hibernation after a particularly hard mission had taken its toll. His fingers had begun vibrating as he slipped deeper into the confines of his mind, only managing to keep them still enough to hold yours and not phase past the molecules of your hand. "I know you wanna put a tv near where I wanna put it, but we could put it beside it."

Sleepily smiling at him, you press a kiss to the boney area of his wrist. "Alright," you whisper back, not bothering to clear your throat when the gravel fills it. "We'll think about it."

You aren't given the liberty of opening your eyes on your own time when afternoon of the next day comes.

Pietro was relentless in his efforts to wake you up, pushing and shoving you from one way before speeding over to the other and repeating the action. "Babe— babe— babe!" He exclaims, words cutting into themselves as one thought process interrupts the next and the one before it. "Guess what I got!"

Knowing his impatience, you wrap your arms around his neck with as much strength you can muster so early into your waking and shiver when his frigid hands secure themselves on your thigh and neck. He doesn't speed as he usually would, but he does move at his most-certainly-faster-than-everything-else pace.

Setting you down comfortably on the living room sofa and wrapping you in a blanket in a way that you could still use your arms, Pietro speeds to the kitchen and brings out a poorly made breakfast tray.

"I know you said we'd think about it, but I felt like you'd say no so I got you something else to sweeten the deal."

"Was it this food or did you steal something?"

"Both!"

"Continue."

Biting his lip, Pietro holds up a finger and tries to say "give me a few seconds," before cutting himself off by rushing away.

When you pick up your fork, there's a large, thin box on the floor. When you stab a piece of fruit onto one if its throngs, a flatscreen tv with a jumbled mess of wires sat upon the wall. When you bring the fork up to your mouth, the wires were taken care of and out of sight.

When your lips part for the fruit, there's a pac-man machine beside it.

It was a reasonable enough distance to not be distracting or an eyesore, and the retro style of it matched the rest of your shared living space— but it was still a fully blown arcade machine.

"I read two instructions manuals for these!" The silver speedster exclaims while gesturing vaguely at the machines, his accent slipping through his words as more emotion entered his voice. "Two, babe! It was so hard!"

Placing the tray and drink to the side, you stand with a look that expressed more than just your exhaustion. Your hands run along the old, eighties machine and find no spots of rust on it.

He must've cleaned it before or while he was setting it up.

"How far out did you go?"

"Sweden."

"Sweden?"

"Visby."

"Visby, Sweden?"

"Am I speaking to fast?"

With a pointed look from you, Pietro's lips thin as he picks you up, trudges over to the couch, places you it, and collapses on it. "Sorry," he mutters, laying his head on your lap. Fatigue creeping its way back into his bones.

"Have you eaten today?" You ask, already pressing the fork (with the fruit still on it) to his lips. You smile down at him when he shakes his head while opening his mouth to take the offering. "Then I guess you can have the entire plate then."

"I made it for you, though," he argues.

"I'm not the one who decided to run halfway across the globe while recovering."

"I've been bested."

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donaweasley · 11 months

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I Will Find You (Part 01)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

It has been three years since Ragnarok; three years since the attack on the Statesman; three years since Loki, the love of her life, has gone. But a mysterious event tells her that he is back. Certainly! … Probably. But taking everything back to normal sometimes isn’t as simple as one might wish.

Warnings: Angst, mature themes, eventual smut in next part (with a happy ending).

Part 2 is complete! Read here!!

Read time: ~37 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

"I will find you."

With a promising squeeze of her hand, he had repeated the words "I will" before pushing her further into the escape pod, and fading away into his usual green glow.

That was the last time (Y/N) had seen him, or even heard from him. That was on the Statesman. When the ship with Asgardian refugees was under attack, (Y/N) had wanted to stay back and fight, for she was the commander of the army under Loki's rule. But her king - the only one she had truly been loyal to - had ordered her to mind the safety of the people escaping to Earth.

"We Odinsons will handle it here," he had said with his usual confident smirk.

But, for the first time in her life, she could not trust her king. Her fear - or maybe it was her instincts - had told her otherwise.

Several months prior, when Loki used to sit unchallenged on the throne of Asgard, he had described to her, in confidence, the ruthlessness of Thanos's ambitions, the extent to which this Titan could go in order to fulfil his dreams. And he was not the least ashamed to confide in her that he was scared of him; that even the thought of that monster scraped chills down his spine.

Despite all these, Loki had gone off to fight him. To save his people. To save his brother. All (Y/N) could do was beg the Norns for his safe return.

But apparently, the Norns did not hear her pleas. Thor had returned but without his brother, without the love of (Y/N)'s life. Without her betrothed.

New Asgard was built and, even though it took a lot of emotional effort and time, the survivors had gradually started calling it home.

But not (Y/N). Her home had a heartbeat. It had a warm embrace and caresses of soothing lips. Her home had magic radiating from his fingers.

And it was all gone. She had no home now.

"Lady (Y/N)?"

A familiar deep voice pulled her out of her reverie. She looked up to find Thor's smiling face awaiting her. The once cheerful and flamboyant god's condition was no better than hers. The man who had once been the heartthrob of every lady in the city now hardly cared about his shabby looks or his health.

(Y/N) was seated on one of the many rocks on the shore where the sea often came by to cast a soothing hand. The crashing sound of the waves helped her to cut the noises in her head and drift off to a place where she and Loki were together… or could have been together.

Seeing Thor, she rose from her place and walked towards him, careful not to slip off the uneven surface.

"Prince Thor- Pardon me. My king!" She had only ever addressed one person as her one true king, and it was difficult for her to assign that title to someone else so soon.

"Please, lady (Y/N)," the new king replied, "you do not need to address me as your king. I am no king here. Besides, you and I have a stronger relationship than that. You are my sister. My brother's betrothed."

"Nonetheless, you are still-"

“(Y/N),” he interrupted her, “I’m not here to debate on some formalities. We are long past that … I hope we are. I … It hurts me and everyone else to see you fading away like this. I simply wanted to ask you to take care of yourself. It has been over three years now. He is not-” The words stuck in his throat like a sharp blade. “He’s not coming back,” Thor resumed in a softer, shaky tone. “You must move on. It-”

“Have you been able to move on?”

Her question took him by surprise.

“It is different for me,” he tried to justify himself.

“It is nothing different, Thor. You think you deserve a tragic life ahead because you were their king and his brother. Well, I was the one charged with protecting you all, in charge of protecting him. I failed.”

The last word came out in almost a sob.

“I knew he would end up doing something stupid,” she tried to hide her tears behind trembling hands, “and he did exactly that. Every time I thought I had lost him, he returned. I waited this time, too. And waited. Why did he not return, Thor? Why?”

The older Odinson could no longer hold his emotions back. As tears started staining his face, too, he took a few steps towards her until he wrapped her in his protective, brotherly embrace. She was the only family he was left with, and it broke him even more to see her break a little more every day.

“Be strong, sister,” he tried to console her, “our people need us,” and kissed the crown of her head.

When the grief subsided a little, they both walked back to the village, with tattered hopes that someday - maybe someday - things would get better, even if just a little.

Later that night, something unexpected happened. A man from the village came running to (Y/N)’s doorstep to inform her of a news that was going viral on the internet. Although stunned initially, she refused to believe him, waving it off as some Midgardian’s silly joke to gain attention. But when he showed her the videos that apparently many people across the northern borders of the country had posted, the hair at the back of her neck stood up.

Afraid that she might faint, she gripped the door frame tightly.

“Does the king know of it?” She asked the man who had once been a foot soldier under her command.

“Not yet. I thought you should be the first to know it.”

“Thank you, Axel! Thank you!!”

She rushed past the soldier and did not stop until she was able to bang her fist on Thor’s door.

When a tipsy Thor finally opened the door, he panicked upon seeing her breathless state and wild eyes. Like a burnt man who feared fire, his first assumption was that they were under attack again.

“Have you heard the news?” She panted.

“What news? What-What happened? Why are you-”

“People have observed a sudden spike, a sudden burst in the northern lights!”

Thor, who could make no sense of it, stared dumbfounded at her.

Steadying her thoughts, she tried to elaborate. “It looked like the lights suddenly rushed upwards with a strong force, as if they were being pulled by something powerful in the atmosphere. Or,” she paused, “more like someone was radiating a sudden burst of energy through the lights.”

She remained quiet for a while, allowing the other person to process her words.

“Do you not get it, Thor?”

She showed him the videos on Axel’s phone which she had grabbed on her way.

Finally, with eyes as wild as hers, Thor tried to form a coherent sentence, but failed. “Are you trying to imply that…”

“No matter how much they credit the Sun and the magnetic fields on this planet, we of all people know who created those magical lights,” a grin was cracking its way through her lips.

“If this true-”

“This is true!” She cut Thor off.

“Where?”

“All along the northern border of Norway. But they were the most powerful in Tromsø. The reports say that it lasted for about 4-5 minutes before the lights resumed their normal state.”

“We must leave. Now!”

“It would take almost 24 hours from here. I-I cannot believe… I…”

She seemed frantic. After all these years of waiting, of almost giving up hope, were her prayers finally heard? Burdened with a myriad of emotions, her knees gave way and she dropped to the floor, sobbing.

“(Y/N)!” Thor tried to help her up. “We must make haste. Let’s go.”

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The ride was long. But the years that it took for them to see even a tattered veil of hope was even longer. Loki was back. Probably. But indeed if he was back, why did he not try to communicate with (Y/N)? Was he alright? Where had he been all this time?

A cyclone of thoughts and questions had taken control of (Y/N)’s mind. The Norwegian countryside swept past her, but her vision was clouded by the hope and ecstasy of finding the man she loved once again, and by the doubts and fears that her mind conjured. As the cold night air nipped at her face, she was taken back to one of those beautiful nights in Asgard where the only fear that sometimes poked her was that of Loki’s disguise being discovered by someone. But with the sorcerer’s abilities, those anxieties eventually waned. Every single time.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A voice was calling her from a distance. A soft whisper. She could not locate the source of it but she knew that deep, soothing sound. Loki’s voice.

“(Y/N)!”

There it was again. But… It was too dark. Someone caressed the side of her head. She could not see who it was until…

“Loki!” (Y/N) opened her eyes to see her king hovering over her with a hand on her head.

“Forgive me, love, I never wished to pull you out of your sleep. You looked so ethereal! But this is important.”

“How did you get in here?”

Her question was met with a smirk and with a pair of eyes that almost spelled out the words for her: “You really did not ask that.”

“Oh!” She realised once the last traces of sleep evaporated.

“Now that you have realised, get up, darling. I have arranged a picnic!” Loki said excitedly.

“A picnic?” She was dumbfounded. “In the middle of the night?”

A slender finger rested on her lips. “Shh! Do you trust me or not?”

“With my life, yes, but I cannot say the same about your madness,” she suppressed the urge to chuckle.

Rolling his eyes, he ignored her comment. “Come now, get dressed,” Loki placed a folded fabric beside her pillow.

(Y/N) had eventually learned that it was hard to argue with the God of endless-surprises-up-his-sleeve. So, without pestering him with further questions, she took the gift and unfolded it, only to be mesmerised by what she saw.

It was dipped in the colours of the night: a dark shade of blue that could only be found on moonless nights, when the sky is anything but jewelled with solely the lights of distant stars. The lower half of the dress - the part that would probably extend beyond the knees - gradually descended into cascading folds of tulle, sprinkled with tiny stones that shone like faraway planets and stars. The back was designed in a deep V-shape that would travel to the small of her back while the length of the said tulle was longer on the backside than on the front, leaving the fabric looking as though the night sky had flowed down on it and would be proudly flowing behind her as she would walk.

“I love this, Loki, I do! But … this is a bit too much, is it not?” She announced with a small frown.

The king, who had made himself comfortable on a cosy chair, dismissed her statement. “You refuse to wear something lavish in front of your people, I do not protest that. But, the future queen of Asgard can certainly do her king a favour in private, can she not?”

How could she ever say no to his charms!

“And how are you supposed to declare me as the queen when people always see Odin sitting on the throne? Hmm? Do not ruin something that took years for you to build, Loki. I am your queen. Whether people know it or not, I do not care.”

“Love, I know you have a penchant for drama and overthinking but,” he crossed a leg over another, “I have a plan. I always do! So, cast your worries aside, and please, bless me with a view of you in that gown!”

“Are you simply going to sit there and stare or would you show some decency and turn around?” (Y/N) gently got off the bed and took the dress in hand.

“Darling, this is not the first time I would see you as you are, unhidden by some bland piece of fabric, that does nothing to compliment your beauty. Is it?”

“Are you suggesting that what I wear is hideous?” She narrowed her eyes threateningly.

“Of course not! But they are nothing compared to what lies beneath those. Are they?” His eyes travelled across her body as though he could already see what he was praising.

Shaking her head, but not without a soft laugh escaping her, she sauntered towards the bathroom.

“That I do not know, my love. But I am afraid that I must disappoint you this time.”

Before Loki could make another smart remark or could stop her, she closed the door. But what Loki did not did not know was the way he had already flustered her, how she had leaned against the closed door and laughed into the dress in her hand.

The only downside of being with the trickster was maintaining secrecy. To his subjects, he was Odin. The younger prince had supposedly died a valiant death while saving his brother. So, (Y/N) and Loki no longer got a chance to stroll through the woods, as they once loved to do, or to sit silently in the garden as the sun bid goodbye to the lands.

Loki teleported them both to the picnic spot, which turned out to be a small clearance in the hills. (Y/N) observed that the sky reflected the outfit that the king had chosen for his beloved.

“It is gorgeous…my king!” She gently squeezed his arm. “But a bit chilly, do you not think?”

Standing behind her, he purred in her ear, “I am here to keep you warm, my queen,” and gently grazed the skin on her shoulder up to her neck with his lips.

“If this was your plan, then we could have stayed in the comforts of my chamber,” she whispered through ragged breathing.

“But there is a different kind of magic beneath the open sky. Would you not agree?”

She broke away from his arms and turned to face him, “Have you brought me here, in the middle of a cold night, robbing me of my sleep, only to chit-chat and to try to seduce me into losing this dress?”

Loki’s eyes shone with mischief. “The last part, yes. But not before I show you something. And not before this.”

He extended his right arm and with an elegant wave of his fingers, a large rug emerged on the ground, with baskets of her favourite fruits and snacks, jugs and goblets of wine, accentuated with lamps and streaks of flowers.

“Shall we?” He offered her a hand.

“I love you!!” She did not take the hand but wrapped herself around him, gifting him with one of those emotional but passionate kisses that reminded them of the bond that they shared, and left them both thirsty for more.

Loki was not fooling around when he had said that he was there to keep her warm. The air had indeed changed from being cold to pleasantly cool. Sitting there on the cosy rug, she kept stealing glances at the man who had made her life so beautiful that, for the first time in years of her service as a soldier, she feared death. Life was beautiful ever since he had walked into it. It was one of those heart-warming yet adventurous stories that have people believing in the magic of love and of life. And there was no version of this story that involved anything or anyone other than Loki.

“Loki?”

The trickster was lying on his back, with his arms folded behind his head. (Y/N) found him staring at the sky with a hint of a smile toying on his thin lips. It was clear that he had sailed far away in his thoughts and into some warm island where his world was blessed with Spring.

“Hmm?” His eyebrows arched as he looked at the source of the voice that tugged him out of his rumination.

“Would you promise me something?” She asked softly.

“Anything, darling! Anything that does not involve the disappointment that you had thrown on me by shutting the doors of your bathroom on my face,” he answered with a sly grin.

Hitting his chest lightly, she resumed, “Please promise me that you would never stray away from me again. Under no circumstances. For I would not be able to live without you. I shall survive, yes. But my life would be as good as death.”

“What- Why are you saying these things, (Y/N)?” Loki sat up.

“You are always up to some mischief,” she explained. “Either that or you run off to some heroic act. You have no idea how I shatter every time you fake your…” The word was like a poison that she could not bring to her lips.

“I know, love, I know,” Loki wrapped an arm around her and brought her head down to rest on his shoulder. “Believe me, it hurts me just as well to even think of the misery that I had brought on you.”

“Whatever you do, Loki, promise to come back to me. Always. From even the farthest corner of the universe. Promise me.”

“I shall always come back to you, darling. Where else would I go? You are my home. I shall always find you.”

He sealed his promise with a loving kiss on her lips. Wiping fresh tears off her cheeks with his thumbs, his mouth conveyed all the feelings, all the unsaid things that even the Silvertongue did not know how to frame into words.

When they pulled away, Loki took her hand in his. “Remember I had said that I wish to show you something?”

She nodded with a smile.

“It is time!”

The confidence and the mystery radiating from him excited her. It was this thing about Loki that made her fall in love with him over and over again. He was a wise ruler who made sure that his people were safe and happy, an emotional lover who understood every depth of his partner, and a child who always had a spark for something new in his life.

“Lie down with me?” He asked softly.

“Is this another one of your tricks to-”

“No!” His protest made her break out into a hearty laugh. “No. I do think of things other than making love to you.”

“I was teasing you, you oaf!” She kissed his cheek amidst laughs. “Alright then,” she did as requested. “What is it that you wish to show me?”

Loki copied her action. As she gazed at the contour of his face, he raised his hands and gracefully moved his long fingers as if they were doing a dance of their own.

“I know I look ravishing but you will miss it all if you keep staring at me, my love,” his eyes were strained on the sky above as he spoke with a smirk. “Look above you.”

With a playful huff, she turned her head towards the zenith. And was she spellbound!

Above them, dancing in synchronisation with Loki’s fingers, were several folds of green glow - the kind that Loki’s magic produced but softer.

“Are those-?” She squeaked excitedly.

“Yes. Midgardians love them!” He stole a glance at her. “They once thought that it was the Bifrost. Now they say that it is their sun that is responsible for these. Fools!”

“They do not know the magic that is you,” (Y/N) whispered.

“Mother taught me how to create these. These were,” he sighed, “my first big gift to her as a student.”

She could not decide which was more mesmerising: the ballet of lights in the sky or their reflection on her trickster’s face that emanated a mix of happiness, pride and nostalgia.

“Why do you not adorn the sky here with these lights?” She turned sideways to face him, still captivated more by him than the lights.

“Father never liked them here,” the joy left his features. “Said these were a stain on the perfect Asgardian sky.”

“Well, we both know he was wrong,” she smiled, hoping that Loki would do the same but he simply shrugged.

“Do you have to keep working at them?” She asked.

“No, just for a little while,” he explained. “These cannot be seen by anyone else. Else they will know that I am here. They are only for our eyes.” The mischievous smile returned to his face.

“Good. When you are done, I want your fingers to work their magic on me. And on this dress,” she added in a gravelly voice.

“Who is seducing whom now?”

“I do not care!” She lay back to watch the captivating glow above. Her chest swelled with pride for Loki. He was undoubtedly the best sorcerer she had ever known about, and yet so underestimated. The ignorance of her people made her laugh inside.

“Neither do I,” Loki broke her chain of thoughts when he hovered over her and kissed her breath away.

Fingers that had once made those lights above dance, now danced nimbly on her skin as it deftly freed it of the gown. His own robes were, however, not so gracefully shed, for (Y/N) now lacked the patience which she once had when they had arrived at the woods. Loki’s mouth left a hot trail behind wherever it went while cool fingers soothed the path.

Indeed the open sky had a charm of its own. Walled from the rest of the world by a strong spell, beneath the dancing lights, they drowned in each other as the green lights above danced on their skins.

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“(Y/N), wake up!”

A hand gently shook her by the shoulder.

“We are here,” Thor stated.

Blinking, she looked outside the van. The green lights were gliding across the sky in harmony, casting their reflections on the duo.

Loki!

A voice inside her breathed the name.

“Let us spread out. We will ask the locals if they had seen anything or anyone unfamiliar yesterday when the spike occurred,” she instructed Thor as they stepped out of the vehicle.

The search was futile. Every person they asked knew only about the spike and nothing else. Not one soul could mention anything about any person who might have looked suspicious or out of the ordinary. Nothing.

“There is nothing to be found here, sister,” Thor mumbled. The poor man had finally found one thin streak of hope, and even that turned out to be false.

But the other person was adamant. “No. No, it cannot be… It cannot be a deadend. There has to be something. We must keep looking.”

“(Y/N), listen to me. If Loki was indeed here, wouldn’t he have come to us?”

But (Y/N) wasn’t listening to any logic. There had to be some mistake, she was sure of that. Something was certainly wrong. Her intuitions had never been wrong. And this time, they were stronger than ever.

Or was it just the illusion of a broken heart?

Rubbing her hands over her face, she was about to protest when a man called them.

“Hey, are you with that team of scientists who came yesterday?”

The sudden interference startled them.

“No, we’re-”

“No,” (Y/N) cut off Thor’s blunt confession, “we are not with them. But we are looking for some kind of pointer that would help us locate the cause of yesterday’s event.”

He eyed them suspiciously. “You don’t have any fancy equipment on you? The other guys looked like they came out of a sci-fi movie!”

“Sounds like S.H.I.E.L.D to me,” Thor whispered in (Y/N)’s ear.

“Well, I am afraid our team isn’t that rich yet,” (Y/N) quipped. “We’re on our own here for now. For basic research purposes.”

From the looks of the man, he sounded convinced this time. “Yeah, you may try the lake. I'd said the same thing to the other guys.”

“The lake?”

“Yeah. God knows what they have hidden in the waters. Should take you about,” he shrugged, “ten minutes from here.”

“Why the lake?” Thor enquired.

“You haven’t heard?” The man shifted amused glances between them. “That was where the real show was! I was nearby. That place … it still gives me the chills to think of the way those lights suddenly seemed to burst upwards! Thought it was the last day of my life!”

“Did you see anyone there? When it happened?” (Y/N) put a pin on his enthusiasm.

“No! Just me and my dog. We were returning from-”

“Thank you!” She pulled out a fifty Krone bill from her purse and handed it to the man. “Thank you so much! This is all we can offer.”

But the man held his hands up. “I don’t need your money! Thanks, anyway. And I must say, for a bunch of poor guys, you certainly are generous. They didn’t produce even a penny yesterday.”

She smiled. “I want you to keep it. Please. You do not know how much you have helped us.”

Reluctantly, the man took the note from her. “For science,” he said cheerfully.

“For science,” she nodded, and rushed back to the van with Thor by her side.

“If S.H.I.E.L.D is already there, then we won’t get a chance to set foot on the place,” Thor voiced his fears.

“I do not know what I will do,” she ran a nervous hand through her hair, messing it up even more. “I truly do not know! I just hope … We will find a way, Thor. We have come this far. We shall certainly find a way.”

Her energy lifted his spirits but at the same time, he was scared that her hopes might be burnt to ashes in case this was but just a cosmic event.

All the way, she kept placing different theories out before them.

“Maybe Loki was there. He can be invisible if he wants to. Maybe that is why that man did not see him… Maybe Loki was not here earlier. Maybe he was lost somewhere. And yesterday night he landed here, and something - I do not know - caused him to bring a change into those lights? … Perhaps he himself had an energy boost… But… why?”

“(Y/N),” Thor placed a hand on her knee, “calm down. Please. We are almost there.”

The place was indeed marked with S.H.I.E.L.D’s tape all over it. It looked like another one of their camps. It was, in fact, just another one.

“I’ll go talk to them,” Thor assured her. “They know me. Well, someone here should know me. You stay right here, okay?”

With a smile and an encouraging pat on her back, he dissolved into the crowd. The truth was that Thor’s own heart threatened to beat out of his chest. Regardless of how huge the god was, at that moment, he felt like he would crumble under the weight of the anxiety that had been building inside him ever since he had heard the news the day before.

(Y/N) stood at the edge of the camp, looking around, trying to find perhaps the tiniest of clues that would lead her to the god she came looking for. And yet, nothing that could whisper even a shred of a tale about Loki caught her eyes or ears. With a sigh, she wandered off towards the lake.

Under the dark veil of the night, the water looked gorgeous. Silent, calm, and yet with the promise of a storm beneath the surface, and an even deeper sense of mystery shrouded within. That and the reflections of the rippling lights on it reminded her of Loki.

Is he not as enchanting as this? No. Much more than this.

The thought made her smile. Her dry lips stung slightly as they spread after a long, long time.

Something about the lake called out to her. Gingerly, she took small steps until she found herself standing on the bank of the waterbody. The auroras were swaying above, casting graceful shadows on her. She should have been anxious and yet she felt a sense of calm that she had believed to be lost forever. It was as if she had finally landed on a piece of earth where she was meant to be.

He is here!

Her entire being seemed to be screaming out to her. The feeling had never been stronger. She looked around with wild eyes.

Loki is here! I can feel him!!

Finding herself on the edge of insanity, she filled her lungs to call out his name. But stopped.

There were a lot of other people around whose attention she should not be drawing. Taking a deep breath, she sat down on the wet grass and closed her eyes. At last she knew what she had to do.

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“Here,” Loki placed a hand over her heart, “we are connected here. Nothing can break this bond.”

In response, (Y/N) placed a hand over his. “And what about all those times when you go away, intentionally or not? How am I supposed to find you?”

“Darling,” he chuckled, “I think the summer heat and my close proximity have got you a little confused. Is it you who finds me or is it me who finds you?”

“It is not funny, Loki!” She removed his hand with a frown.

He loved to tease her relentlessly, the strong commander-in-charge of the Asgardian army who chose to become no less vulnerable than a child before the god of lies and mischief. Every moment spent with her breathed life into him, but there were times like these that he cherished the most.

“Come here,” his voice had dropped a few octaves but in a warm way. His hands ran down her arms until he found her fingers and placed them on his temples.

“Feel that?” he asked softly.

“Your heartbeat,” she nodded.

Gently, the trickster placed his own fingers on her temples.

“Now, do you feel that?”

A soft tickling gradually wrapped the skin on and around her temples. It felt like someone was tracing feathers upon her skin but from the inside.

“What-”

“We shall always feel each other,” he explained, “no matter where we are or how far we are.”

Her eyes widened at the revelation. She never knew such a thing was even possible!

“Are you telling the truth?”

He sighed. “Darling, do I look like I am in the mood for some mischief? We can hear each other’s thoughts now-”

“But-”

“Only,” he interrupted her, long fingers requesting her to pause and listen to him, “if we want us to.”

“Alright,” she shrugged with a satisfied smile, “I like that part.”

“Love, you forget that I can hear your thoughts any time I wish to! I choose not to.”

“Oh, I know that!” She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. “So, you are telling me … that now we can amuse each other even across a ballroom filled with uninteresting people?”

“Even across the palace, darling! Across the realms!” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.

“Well, in that case,” she whispered in a sultry manner, “I shall bid you goodnight.”

Loki looked at her with a question mark slapped over his face.

“Let us speak in our thoughts, from our separate rooms, across floors!”

With a twirl, she freed herself from Loki’s arms and ran towards the door with a squeak, her lover following behind with the most mischievous grin on his ecstatic face.

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“Loki!” It was a whisper, even in her thoughts. “Loki, I know you are here. I was not sure before but now I do. I can feel you, more than ever!”

Her prayers got stronger with each sentence she uttered in her mind.

“Loki, I know you can hear me. We promised that no matter where we are in this universe, we will remain connected. Do you remember that? I know you can hear me. So, please, listen to me, Loki. … Maybe it is because somewhere deep down I felt you … because I still feel you … that I never left hope of seeing you again. Not even when the entire world screamed that you are … gone. I still feel you, Loki. And I know that I shall see you again. That you will find me. Like you promised. Like you have always promised. … You have always found me, Loki. Every single time. Please come back to me. Once more. Please, Loki! Find me once again. … Loki!!”

A sudden shiver ran up her spine; something had disturbed her. Something like a gust stirred behind her. Her senses told it was not just the wind but someone. And instinctively, a fear burnt inside her momentarily only to be doused quickly by an even stronger hope. When one has lost everything that they love, little room remains for fear. It is a fanatical hope for the impossible that remains behind.

And this time, her hope was not misplaced.

“You found me.”

The deep voice floated through the cold air and into her soul.

With a loud gasp, she opened her eyes to find Loki standing right beside her: head held high, the wind blowing messy locks onto his face, his armour - the very one that she had seen on him three years ago - tainted with scratches, his green cape tattered in several places, and yet, he radiated the aura of the king that he once was!

She did not remember how she was able to stand up on those legs that threatened to give way any moment. She did not remember when her hands went up to hold his face, gently yet firmly. All she remembered was the pure joy of feeling complete.

Loki did not utter another word. As her trembling fingers trailed his skin, she realised that his eyes were sunken, his face thinner than usual. Her hands trailed down his armour, still unable to believe that Loki was indeed standing before her, that it was not some cruel joke of the distraught mind.

He was indeed there.

Her thumb drew soothing circles over his cheekbone. “How have you been?” Her lips quivered as a drop of tear trickled down her face.

Loki’s eyes mapped her features. “I am alive.”

“I have…” (Y/N) could never finish that line for she finally broke into a sob that had been threatening to overpower her from the moment she saw him.

With arms wrapped around him, she wept like she had never done in these three years. All this time she had hope, even though a silver of it, of his return. So, no matter how sad she had been, she had never wept for long. Only the ones without any hope mourn their loved ones, and she was not one of them.

But now, when she had finally found him, all the emotions struck her at once. She had a home now. Again.

Amidst the gush of feelings, she failed to notice how Loki did not engulf her in his arms, as he should have done. Or how he did not bury his face in her shoulder, as he loved to.

“I still cannot believe my prayers were heard!” A shaky laugh left her.

Unwrapping herself from him, she gazed at him longingly again.

“You are actually here!” A pair of trembling hands tried to hold back the sobs flowing from her lips but failed. “I always knew! I…”

(Y/N) took a deep breath and wiped her eyes.

“Okay. I believe you need rest. Let’s go home.”

“Do I still have one?” Loki finally spoke. But there was a despondency in his words.

“What?” It took her by surprise. “Of course, you have a home. Why-why do you ask this?” A hint of a smile unsuccessfully tried to support her words.

“How should I know? I had been away for too long.”

Everything seemed to be ending up in knots for her. Shaking the doubts off her mind, she took his hand.

"Oh! I see. I know it is nothing like Asgard; not even close. But…we call it New Asgard. And it is all we have. This is our home now. And…my home has always been you, anyway." She looked up hopefully at him. "And now that you are back, I have found my home again!"

Loki did not respond.

“You must be exhausted," she said. "You need to rest and eat properly. And then we shall talk. Okay?” She gave him an assuring smile. “I shall go and inform Thor.”

The moment her hand left his, a scoff escaped him, followed by an icy, “Of course!”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and turned around towards him.

“What?”

"Of course, you would have to inform Thor."

(Y/N) noticed that the name had a bitter ring to it, just like it once had several years ago.

He continued, "He is the king now. Obviously he would need to know every single thing that happens in his kingdom. And you, of all people, would certainly be the most loyal to him. Dear big brother always gets what he wants!"

Nothing made sense to her. Absolutely nothing! Every syllable uttered by Loki sounded alien to her. There was no way she could fathom the disdain that he held for his brother - the very brother for whom he had not thought twice before putting his own life at stake! And… was that a hint of distrust that she heard? For her?

“I-I do not understand you, Loki,” she stepped closer to him, the business with the elder Odinson thrown out of her distressed mind. “Why- What happened? Was it something I said? Did Thor do something that I do not know of?”

“It was a mistake coming here. A big mistake… I should have never listened to you. It is all a lie! You, in your sole existence, are a lie!!”

The words struck her hard. But before her emotions could even react, (Y/N) noticed the beginning of a faint green glow around the god.

“Loki, WAIT!!” She screamed loud enough for the entire camp to hear. But it worked; the glow was gone, and with it was the immediate fear of losing Loki again.

“Just wait!!” With a shaky voice she pleaded with the love of her life as she gripped his hands tightly, “What is wrong with you? I… Would you please explain! What have I done to deserve such hatred from you when all I have ever been capable of, regardless of all circumstances, is to love you with all my heart and soul?!”

“You demand an explanation after what you have done? Claiming to love me only to give my place away to someone else?”

“What?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. The hands that held on to him desperately slowly slipped away.

“I do not care,” he cried, “about what anyone thinks of me or does to me. And I understand very well that I was not around for quite a long time. I could not be even if I wanted to with all my might! But…you could have at least told me the truth. If you really felt me, as you claim to, you could have at least told me! Why do you pretend to love me now when you have already given yourself up to your new king??”

“Loki!! Do not accuse me of things that I am too ashamed to even speak of!” She clenched her fists around his arms. “Are you out of your mind? Do you even hear what you are saying?”

“Oh, do not deny it now!”

Before she even realised what was happening, she felt a sharp sting on her palm as it connected flat across Loki’s face. However unpleasant it may have been, perhaps it was what was needed to shatter Loki’s rage and allow his pain to flow out - a sentiment that he had mastered at hiding behind a mask of anger.

"I saw you… yesterday…" Loki's voice started shaking. "I came back. To you! Only to find you in my brother's arms!"

His knees gave way, and the god dropped to the ground, kneeling before her, weeping like a child.

Loki’s words washed over her like those giant waves that crash over a lost soul and pull them in, only to drown them again when they try to fight back. (Y/N) tried to replay all the incidents from the day before but with everything going on, it all became a haze in her mind.

The sight of a broken Loki before her did nothing to help her. Immediately, she mimicked his position, and held his face in her hands.

"Loki, whatever you saw, whatever you are thinking is a misunderstanding. I swear! I do not know what you are talking about, not now at least, but we will figure it out. Okay? I assure you, Loki, there is only one person I have given my heart to. And it is you. What I feel for you, is beyond anything that I feel for anyone! Believe me! Please!"

All this time, Loki refused to look into her eyes. He was scared that if he did, he would not be able to refuse her.

"I want to," he finally breathed a shaky whisper.

Gently holding onto her wrist, he finally looked at her. But his hopes were short-lived.

As fate would always have it for him, just at the precise moment when he had decided to believe her, the silhouette of his brother came into view behind her.

Thor had heard (Y/N) scream, and came running to ensure her safety. But…

"(Y/N)! I heard you! What happened? Is-" He stopped in his tracks. His lost brother's name, even through a shallow breath, sounded to him like the most melodious music. "Loki!!"

The older Odinson stopped in his tracks. Tears flooded his eyes as he took in the sight of the brother he had believed to be dead. When his body could finally respond from the shock, his legs tried to take him as fast as possible to Loki.

But the scenario on the other side was not the same. The sight of Thor, regardless of how warming it was, brought up fresh images of the blonde wrapping (Y/N) in his arms on the seaside, of kissing Loki's betrothed on the head.

And that was enough to stir the fire within him - one that (Y/N) had just managed to calm down.

Loki got up, blinded by a searing pain somewhere deep within his chest.

"You do not deserve me," was all that he uttered to (Y/N) before disappearing from the scene.

A stunned Thor froze in his tracks. A broken (Y/N) sat on the cold ground feeling more empty than she had ever felt.

"He is gone!" She whispered to the dark night air.

Thor stumbled up to her.

"Where did he go? Where did he go?? He was here, wasn't he? (Y/N), he was here, right? (Y/N)!!"

But (Y/N) was lost in her own world. She kept mumbling to herself, wild eyes searching for something - or someone - in the far distance.

When Thor called her again and shook her, it was only then that she looked at him. And repeated the same line:

"He is gone, Thor! He is gone."

"What do you mean he is gone? He was right here!!"

"I cannot feel him anymore." A hand loosely trailed down from her temple to her chest. "He has…severed the bond. He has cut me off! Loki has… He has really ended our…relationship."

The words trailed off as she tried to make sense of what just happened. Or why it happened. Standing beside her, Thor looked around helplessly. He knew nothing about this bond that (Y/N) was talking about. All he understood was that his brother was probably lost forever. Again.

This time Loki had really left.

...to be continued...

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steveandnatlover76 · 1 month

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Steve *from the backseat*: Listen, sweetheart, when we get home how about spending a romantic evening, just the two of us?

Natasha: Sure thing, babe. Wait till you see the new lingerie I bought at Victoria‘s Secret. We won’t fall asleep till dawn!

Yelena: Ewwwww… don’t say things like that. My ears are bleeding and the mental images are burning into my brain!

#romanogers #black widow #captain america #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #yelena belova #romantic evening #yelena is long-suffering #love birds #long night #domestic avengers #the avengers #my otp

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yours-mythically · 6 months

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One Luxurious Life, part II

➤ pairing : natasha romanoff x rich!reader (romantic), slight yelena belova x rich!reader (platonic)

➤ summary : yelena interrupts your morning to remind you about buying something for her

➤ a/n : you guys seemed to like the first part, so here's a second one (part I)

It wasn't uncommon that you woke Natasha with breakfast. Having learned to cook at a young age, you were quite good. You wanted Nat to get up in a good mood and what could be better than breakfast in bed and, perhaps, morning sex.

The quiet sound of the TV grabbed your attention. Natasha was already awake, you thought. You hurried with breakfast, and put it on a wooden tray before walking up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

"Breakfast in bed, for the lady in red." You said, bowing to her playfully.

"Shut up." Nat said, moving a strand of her red hair behind her ear.

"Good morning, my love. I hope you're hungry." You put the tray down on her blanket-covered thighs and kissed her.

Natasha hummed against your lips before she looked down at what you had prepared. A bowl of fresh fruit, a bagel with cream cheese and a bowl of her favorite cereal, as well as a bright pink smoothie.

"I love you." She told you, patting the bed beside her for you to sit down.

You did so and watched as she started to enjoy her breakfast, the heart eyes of yours very clear.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated, which made you look at the device, "It's Yelena." You said with a raised eyebrow.

"Ignore her." Natasha said simply, digging into the cereal.

"Looks like it's urgent. It's her 4th time calling." You told your girlfriend before you picked up the phone.

"Y/N, finally." Yelena said, her heavy accent more apparent through the phone.

"What is so urgent that you needed to call me at nine in the morning, while I'm laying in bed with my girlfriend." You asked, waiting for a reply.

"Well, a few days ago, you said that if I left you two alone, you would buy me whatever I wanted."

"Jesus Christ." You mumbled, "Well? What is it?" Natasha looked at you curiously as she continued eating.

"You see, there is this vest," Of course, "and it has a ton of pockets. Seriously, I've never seen so many."

"Okay, Yelena, I'll get you the vest later on." You told the blonde.

"But-"

Natasha took the phone, "Stop calling, sestra, you're bothering us." She said before she hung up.

You looked at her, "Will this feud, you two have, ever stop?"

Natasha simply shrugged and ate her bagel, while you mentally prepared yourself for going out with Yelena later. You knew you needed all the strength you have to overcome her rambling about vests.

#marvel #the avengers #romantic #yours-mythically #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Coming soon...

A cursed touch has left you lonely since childhood, doomed to kill anything you lay a hand on...

After decades hiding in the crowd, S.H.I.E.L.D. has come to destroy you...

...until the God of Tricks himself stands up for your life.

Spiriting you away to a small village where you can explore and tame your powers, you are given one year with your new teacher, Loki of Asgard, to prove your worth, knowing both of you will die if you fail.

With your lives on the line, there is no time for fear or for love, but as you grow closer to your tutor, you and Loki are both forced to confront what it really means to be alive, even if it entails sacrificing everything for one fleeting moment of happiness...

Don't Fear the Reaper- a Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Story (Based on THIS ONE-SHOT)

*MASTERLIST COMING SOON!* This WILL be smutty, so MINORS DNI!

Please comment/reblog/DM me if you wish to be added to the taglist for this one! I'm tagging a few mutual regulars to get the party going, but if this isn't your thing, that's totally fine!

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burymeinariver · 1 year

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How Rhodey Got His Nicknames- Platypus Edition

I personally like to think that Tony had never gone to the zoo. When Rhodey finds this out, he calls up Mama Rhodes and she makes a date to take Tony to the Zoo. Now, Tony being Tony, he shows up high off his ass and this is how that would go:

It's penguin holding day so Tony gets to hold Penny the Penguin and starts crying because of a cuteness overload and Rhodey buys him a penguin plush because Tony was heartbroken over having to leave Penny

Tony sees flamingos and loves them but says "why are their necks so long" and Rhodey's like "wait 'til you see giraffes"

Case in point, Tony screams when he sees a giraffe and nearly has a panic attack when it licks him

Then they go to see platypods (plural for platypus) and Tony loves them. He just stares at them and Rhodey gets kinda worried like is he okay, does he not like them, is he gonna freak out

And then Tony goes "You're a platypus, Rhodey" and Rhodey turns into the definition of ??? Because what? He asks as much and Tony makes him stand in front of the glass but next to the platypus that swam up so they were side by side and says

"It's brown, just like you."

Rhodey literally almost dies laughing because he knows Tony is high as shit and is so glad Mama Rhodes was recording Tony's reaction to all the animals because he is so going to make fun of Tony after this

When anyone asks why Tony calls Rhodey that, they both just crack up and can't look at each other for thirty minutes without at least smiling

#crack #marvel #mcu #iron man #the avengers #tony stark #anthony edward stark #james rhodes #rhodey #war machine #mama rhodes #platypus #iron husbands #possibly ironhusbands #platonic or romantic #you decide #colonel rhodes

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froottalks · 8 months

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Whispers of Fate - Wanda Maximoff x fem! reader

(A/N: Alright here you go guys, the part 2 that all of you have been asking for, I really hadn't expected this to be my top post but it is and I'm happy that it's so loved. Enjoy!)

[summary: reader and wanda enjoy a quite night walk under the stars along with a hot cocoa and a kiss]

Masterlist

{Part 1} {Part 2}

Winter's embrace tightened around the quaint town of Westview, casting a magical spell over its streets. The snow-laden branches and twinkling lights painted a picturesque scene, but the most enchanting story was the one unfolding between (Y/n) L/n and Wanda Maximoff.

In the days that followed the interrupted confession, a subtle shift settled between them—a blend of curiosity, nervousness, and a longing that neither could ignore. Their interactions were punctuated by stolen glances and soft smiles, their unspoken connection weaving a delicate tapestry of emotions.

One evening, as (Y/n) sat in her room, her thoughts consumed by the enigmatic history teacher, a message appeared on her phone screen.

"Would you like to go for a walk tomorrow evening? - Wanda"

A spark of excitement ignited within (Y/n), and she quickly typed her response.

"I'd love to. Where should we meet?"

The reply came swiftly, and their plans were set. The anticipation simmered in the air, and by the time evening arrived, the town was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. (Y/n) found herself standing outside the local coffee shop, her heart racing as she awaited Wanda's arrival.

When Wanda appeared, she was dressed in a cozy coat and scarf, her breath forming little clouds in the chilly air. Her smile was warm and inviting, making (Y/n)'s nerves melt away.

"Hey," Wanda greeted, her voice soft.

"Hi," (Y/n) replied, her smile mirroring Wanda's. "Thanks for suggesting this."

Wanda's eyes held a glint of mischief. "I thought a walk and some hot cocoa would be a nice way to spend the evening."

As they strolled through the snow-covered streets, their conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about their favorite books, childhood memories, and dreams for the future. The more they spoke, the more they realized just how much they had in common.

At one point, Wanda reached out and gently brushed a snowflake off (Y/n)'s cheek. The touch was delicate, sending a shiver down (Y/n)'s spine.

"You had a snowflake on your cheek," Wanda explained with a playful smile.

(Y/n) felt her cheeks flush, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement filling her. "Thanks for saving me from the snowflake."

Wanda chuckled, her gaze lingering on (Y/n)'s lips for a moment before she looked away. "You're welcome."

Their walk eventually led them to a cozy little park, where a gazebo stood adorned with twinkling lights. The sight was nothing short of enchanting, and (Y/n) couldn't help but feel like she was in a winter fairy tale.

They settled onto a bench, their breaths visible in the cold air. Wanda produced a thermos from her bag and poured hot cocoa into two cups.

"Hot cocoa under the stars," Wanda mused, her eyes sparkling. "It's a classic for a reason."

As they sipped their cocoa, the conversation took a more contemplative turn. Wanda opened up about her past, sharing stories of her travels and the places she had seen. (Y/n) listened with rapt attention, feeling a sense of intimacy growing between them.

"You have a way of making everything sound fascinating," (Y/n) said, her gaze locked onto Wanda's.

Wanda's lips curved into a tender smile. "And you have a way of capturing my attention like no one else."

(Y/n)'s cheeks burned at that, her cheeks going as red as Natasha's hair, Wanda smirked slightly with a sense of accomplishment.

The admission hung in the air, a palpable tension that neither could deny. The snowflakes continued to fall around them, creating a dreamlike ambiance that felt suspended in time.

"I've been wanting to do this," Wanda whispered, her hand reaching out to gently cup (Y/n)'s cheek.

Before (Y/n) could respond, Wanda leaned in, her lips meeting (Y/n)'s in a kiss that was soft and tender, yet ignited a fire within them both. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in each other's embrace.

Wanda's one hand reached up behind (Y/n)'s neck, pulling her closer as much as she could. Her fingers tangling in (Y/n)'s soft loose curls. The feeling of her lips were heavenly, everything she had expected and more. Neither of them wanted to let go, but soon air became a necessity.

When they pulled away, their eyes met, a mix of emotions reflected in their gaze—desire, uncertainty, and a shared understanding.

"W- Wow... I've wanted to do that for a while too," (Y/n) admitted, face flushed a deep red from the kiss, her voice barely above a whisper.

Wanda's fingers intertwined with (Y/n)'s, their hands fitting together as if they were meant to be. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

As they sat there, their fingers entwined and their hearts aligned, the snow continued to fall, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy around them.

"I don't know where this is going," Wanda said, her voice a gentle confession. "But I want to find out."

(Y/n) smiled, her heart feeling lighter than ever. "Me too, Wanda."

Their journey had started with whispers of curiosity and intrigue, blossomed with moments of connection and vulnerability, and now, it was turning into a beautiful romance—one filled with hope, laughter, and the promise of a love that defied the mysteries of fate.

And so, under the starlit sky, amidst the soft falling snow, Wanda Maximoff and (Y/n) (L/n) embarked on a new chapter of their story—a chapter written with whispered promises, stolen glances, and a love that would endure the test of time.

THE END

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