Loki runs his fingers through Y/N’s hair as she lays on his bed, sleeping off the remainder of the intoxication. Stephen assessed her moments ago, though the altered scent alone indicative of the drugs that are still in her system.
The letter written in her blood sits heavy in his pocket. The scent unfamiliar, but the vampire had watched them. Watched Y/N.
Loki needed to know what made her get into the allure of narcotics. She could have wanted temporary distraction? How had she become an addict?
Guilt breaks through him. If he would not have left he could have protected her earlier. Kept her safe, and not have broken the heart that she trusted him to keep.
Thor enters the room, a hesitance laced in his movements, “Brother, please do not react without thinking.”
The younger sibling’s eyebrows furrow in confusion then in anger.
“You brought them here?” It takes everything in him not to pull away from Y/N to lunge at Thor for bringing the three witch coven members into the house.
“They may have a theory.” Thor attempts to explain.
“So based on a whim of theirs you bring them into my home? Seriously brother what goes on in that buffoonery fuelled head of yours!” His voice rises in crescendo, red rims surround his green irises.
“Brother.” Thor warns glancing at Y/N.
“Do not test me.” Loki counters, covering Y/N with more of himself.
“I do understand that you are feeling overly protective. The coven has been invited by Nia who holds an extension of my own will, we do not have to agree with them but they may know what is happening.” Thor attempts once again.
“I will only when she wakes.” The red dissolves back to bring forth the green. Thor’s heterochromia gaze moves between the two mates.
“We need to act fast Loki you have done enough of your whims.” Thor knows he’s taunting and provoking his brother.
“My whims? Let me remind you you’re the one who proposed killing off our dear father first. You’re the one who got your mate. You are the one who agreed with Zemo’s plan. Y/N is a witch, we knew but her belonging to the celestial coven complicates things.”
“YetI had to put forth the plan of having the bond weakened by another coven’s magick. No matter how horrible it was for the both of us. So that she would stay protected lest Alexander found her because you are incapable of taking care of anyone but your mate. Because Thor, you thought it was best to keep her as a pawn in this little chess game you have been playing.” Loki seethes.
“I was not alone in agreement of the plan.” Thor yells back his blue and brown irises surrounded by red rims as his fangs descend.
“But you initiated it, signed off upon it.” Loki spits out.
“You did what to our bond?” Y/N’s hauntingly cold voice breaks the angered stupor that grips at Loki.
“Y/N…” He pinches the bridge of his nose, “This it’s—, it is very much a complicated set of occurrences.”
“I believe she has a right to know.” Thor interjects.
“You, you, is this, some kind of grand game?” Y/N sits up moving away from her mate.
“Alexander is a dangerous man further, a dangerous vampire.” Loki begins to make her understand.
“Was there another way without you leaving?” There is a sway in her movements as she creates distance between herself and the vampire brothers.
Loki looks towards Thor, the elder brother sighs and then nods.
“You didn’t leave Nia.” Y/N accuses, bearing no ill towards her best friend.
“Our bond was fully established.” Thor says simply.
“So what, your brother is skeptical about soulmates and you just thought to run with it by putting the two involved souls through hell? I felt like dying each moment he was apart from me. I confided in you each moment and you knew.” Y/N’s voice interlaced with betrayal.
“Y/N, look in the grander scheme of things, this,” Thor ponders for the right words.
“You were too selfish to give up your own bond.” Y/N suggests, a venomous undertone to them.
“Yes and no.” Thor answers then looks toward Loki.
“Zemo, the vampire who attacked you the night of the party…” Loki prompts his mate.
“The party you erased, there was another vampire as well.” Y/N completes with a distaste in her mouth.
“We spoke in detail about a plan that exists to take down Alexander Pierce. It had several road blocks, he has an ability to know what could be the potential gifts a human can bring across their vampire change. Certain witches were spared for their talent, others because they were mates of the vampires in the coven.”
“However one witch coven is hated by Alexander because they have survived erasure time and time again. Yours.” Loki takes an unnecessary breath.
Nia opens the door, her eyes first on Thor who gives her a look of reassurance.
“If our bond was complete I would have to turn you.” Loki informs her realising she may have not heard everything he said during her astral form minutes.
“How has Nia not been turned?” Y/N looks at the two mates.
“Blood exchanges need to happen everyday from a full moon to a new moon. Basically second half of the lunar cycle.” Nia explains, “I’ve been having his blood for the first half.”
“Did you know about this?” Y/N looks at her best friend.
“He told me in the car, what the plan was, why Loki did what he did. Why he left you.” Nia looks sombre.
“It seems Thor has left out some details.” Loki mutters quietly.
“So you agree with me being used as a pawn?” Y/N bellows at her best friend from her place.
“Damn thats some fucked up shit.” Sierra comments from the first floor the conversation clear as day to be heard. Doctor Strange looks at her.
“What, you need to be honest.” She shrugs.
“I believe that lesson needs to be learned by your own coven as well.” Doctor Strange sneers.
“I do not agree to that, but it keeps you safe from a conversion and it aids in the process.” Nia hesitates, “The last witch to be granted immortality from your coven was Luna, because of her gift of prophecy.”
“Nia.” Y/N tries to understand.
“If you aren’t deemed worthy, bonded or not, he would end you.” Loki tells her point blank.
“Why could you not have been honest?” Her eyes brim with tears, why was he always so closed off? Why could he never just share his burdens with her?
“You’re supposed to be my mate. I, we could have navigated this better.” Y/N accuses him.
Loki closes his eyes at the heartache that laces her words, “I know. I did not want to burden you.”
“While you held my burdens?” She sniffles, the ache for more substances scratches at her chest.
Loki stays quiet.
“I, I need to go home— I—, this is, all, is too much.” Y/N turns to move past Nia as she descends the stairs.
“We pushed for your bond to weaken to awaken your witch side.” Miles tells her as she comes into view.
“The bond suppressed it, if it would have been established chances are we would not have had to put you under that much duress.” He continues much to her dismay.
Y/N turns her teary eyed face to them.
“Am I just some kind of fucking pawn? Vampire ruins the bond to protect, my coven uses to have strength, random vampire makes me his drugged up blood bag?” Her voice is hoarse, “Can’t any of you be honest? Upfront? I would understand better help better, but no you,” She turns to Clark, “You’d rather my bond shatter.”
She faces Loki and Thor who stand upon the steps, “You two would rather play with the bond, toy with my heart. Pretend to be my confidant and then just break my trust over and over.”
She turns to Stephen, he raises an eyebrow.
“I just gave you homework.” He raises both hands in defence.
“He’s at least honest.” Y/N gestures to Stephen.
The baby witch makes her way to the door but it does not budge.
“You’ve been exposed to drugs.” Miles does not lower his raised arm.
“And?” Y/N crosses her arms.
“Those weaken your witch sense as well.” Clark concluded.
“Thor was right.” Nia exclaims, “We were right.” Thor intertwines their hands.
Loki’s eyes widen, he appears in a blur near Y/N.
“The vampire left a note again.” Loki presents the note out of his pocket.
“Is that…” Sierra looks at Y/N.
“It is in my blood.” She affirms to the more practiced witch.
A possessiveness pulses across the bond, as everyone reads the contents of the note.
The young witch goes over her scarce memories of her highs, most would be muddled and one she left untouched— the forest.
She never noticed any puncture wounds before and they only started upon Loki’s return.
These notes the message left on the wall and the note both had an undertone of a deeper rivalry or mocking of Loki and his inability to keep her safe. Or rather mocking his way of keeping her safe.
What if this rogue vampire wasn’t a rogue at all?
Y/N’s eyes widen, they search for Loki’s comforting green.
“I, I have a theory.” She states and the collective group looks at her curiously. Hunger sears her stomach.
“I need something to eat though.” A light dust of red coats her cheeks.
Loki returns with a paper-bag housing her favourite order from the local diner. The human and vampire pair enjoy the brief appearance of the stars across their bond.
Thor and Nia settle on the loveseat the latter upon Thor’s lap more than the seat.
Miles, Clark and Sierra sit on the couch and Stephen sits on the lone leather chair.
Loki and Y/N sit in their designated spot on the L portion of the worn down couch side by side.
“How long have you been practicing?” Stephen questions the coven, in a bid to offer some time to Y/N to eat.
There is a tremor in her hands and Loki takes over holding the takeout box.
“We do not divulge coven dynamics.” Miles smoothly replies before his husband is irked.
“Alright, when was the awakening?” Strange counters.
“Mine began at fourteen,” Sierra smiles, Clark groans, Miles places a comforting hand on his thigh.
“Always was into the whole mystic aspects of things, also I knew something was up when I started being able to see the spirits my dogs would bark at back home.” She completes.
“Ooh which kind of puppers did you have?” Nia grins, always ready to speak about the sweet little creatures.
“One was a mutt adopted him off of the mall parking lot named him Mustard, there is a whole story he would not leave without this unopened bottle of mustard; and the other was a doberman— Boba both passed away a few years ago, sadly.” Sierra presses her lips into a thin line but then smiles fondly at the memories of the sweet creatures who stood by her family and her.
“I’m sorry.” Nia frowns, Thor rubs a comforting hand over her back.
“No, no, talking about them makes me happy.” Sierra smiles at the pair, “When did you two bond?”
“We met at the local gym, I was doing cardio and Thor is a personal trainer there.” Nia grins looking up at her mate.
“And this one here lost her footing, and I helped her up.” Thor brushes his nose against Nia’s own.
Both have love struck smiles on their faces.
“When is the change due?” Sierra concentrates and can see tiny golden suns orbiting around them, “Oh you have tiny suns!”
“You can see them?” All the vampires look bewildered.
“We can even see bond lines, Sierra here has a particular interest in bonds, vampiric or non vampiric.” Miles gives her a proud look.
“I do, I used to well still do online tarot readings for the collective from time to time. Most part I’m a paediatric nurse.” Sierra proudly beams.
“That is amazing.” Y/N praises, her food portion half eaten, slowly the air turns serious as they wait for her to find the words to put forth the theory.
Y/N stares at the pattern on the coffee table, she would laugh if she could since this was the third replacement that was brought in by Thor and Nia.
“I believe that these two incidents of me being forced to consume narcotics aren’t isolated. Maybe the fact that I do not remember a lot of the highs isn’t to do with well, just the drugs.” She takes a deep breath and Loki takes her freehand into his own, steadying the newfound tremor.
“I, I think this vampire whoever they are, might be working for Alexander Pierce. Or they know I’m a witch or they know I’m Loki’s mate and they have a plot of revenge. Or they just want tainted blood.” Y/N completes.
Loki’s own mind races to think of people whom he has wronged but the list of the ones left alive in Alexander’s name is short.
Thor purses his lips, “It is a plausible theory.” He agrees.
“However deranged rouges, they do prey upon half abandoned mates. This could even be a one off taunt.” Stephen adds.
“The marks are staying visible for me to see, so the vampire is keeping tabs on my whereabouts.” Loki gazes apologetically at his mate.
“It is a messed up situation.” Y/N attempts at comfort rubbing circles over his palm with her thumb.
“Which concludes he is not working alone.” Stephen adds.
“They also have a witch or warlock.” Clark speaks for once contributing to the discussion, “The Vampire Weave is not an easy feat to achieve.”
“This is a seasoned witch or warlock.” Miles agrees.
“But who would help a vampire?” Clark makes his patented dissatisfied expression.
“Compliance.” Nia sits up straighter adding onto the fact, “Y/N knew Loki altered her memory, he’s keeping a warlock or witch between them. So she can’t remember. Cause the witchy side would block the vampire compliance.” She adds.
“This adds proof this is not some baby witch or warlock.” Sierra ponders,
“If we teach you before the next attack, the witch or warlock will have to come into physical contact with you for the spell to work, you could counter it and break the hold the vampire has on them.”
“She is not going to be left alone to be subjected to non-consensual narcotics usage.” Loki’s free hand balls into a fist adding to his adamance.
“You still need to be trained. In the event he is locked into a weave.” Miles adds for Loki to see the logic.
“You know the laws of our kind Loki, you cannot hold back a witch or warlock from training in their craft. It must be their decision.” Clark reminds Loki of an old rule.
Y/N watches the High Priest and her mate have a stare down competition.
“I want to train. I need to be able to protect the ones I care about and myself.” Y/N speaks voicing her thoughts.
Loki presses his lips into a thin line, displeased.
“Fine then.” Clark stands, “Bring your grandmother’s grimoire tomorrow, also search for Samana’s grimoire and we need to begin your own first. Bring in a notebook then Sierra will teach you how to make your grimoire. I presume your mate will stand guard?”
“You presume correct.” Loki sneers.
“You must stay outside the perimeter.” Clark warns.
“Your coven isn’t strong enough.” Loki taunts then falls to his knees as do Thor and Stephen. Their faces blank, forms unmoving.
“What are you doing to them? Stop it!” Nia screams in panic, trying to shake Thor out of the forced upon trance.
Y/N grabs onto Loki’s hunched over form. Then gazes worriedly at Stephen.
“This is just my skill level, I have Miles and Sierra.” Clark smiles, “You can hear everything, the panicked voice of your mate and friends, the dread, while all other senses remain deprived.”
“Clark.” Y/N turns to him, “Please, enough.” She pleads.
The High Priest lowers his raised palm.
Loki glares up at him, the stars move through Y/N’s side of the bond to his, Loki places his hand upon hers which rests on his chest.
“That was something.” Stephen stands cleaning his clothing of any stray lint.
“Indeed.” Thor breathes in deeply, pulling Nia close to quell her worries placing a soft kiss against her lips.
Miles and Sierra stand, both move to hug Y/N goodbye.
Sierra requests Y/N to meet her in the event she does resume duty at the hospital, provided Stephen clears her for the same due to the narcotics in her system.
The coven clears out. Clark gives them a final glance before turning away.
“I must commend Thor, blood sharing having to just have synchronous with the lunar cycle.” Stephen observes, though his tone feels akin to a jab at Thor.
“Stephen.” Loki says in warning.
“Its true though, why did you have to sacrifice your bond into smithereens? Just because you were skeptical?” Stephen raises his hands as if in question.
In a blur Thor has Stephen against the wall.
“I did not make him do it. It was the best option given the circumstances.” Thor spits out at Stephen.
“It was the way most convenient to you. Where did that leave Y/N? In Narcotics Anonymous.” Stephen yells back.
“When her mate had no issues I think you should stay in your place.” Thor seethes.
“Loki will you open your mouth or should I continue?” Stephen’s ablaze red rimmed blue eyes turn to Loki, Y/N looks up at her mate questioningly.
“You did not even care for her. You both did not,” Loki speaks after a breath of silence.
“We cleaned up after each mess of hers, if she weaselled her way out each time that is not upon us. Because you were gone.” Thor glares as he turns toward his younger brother.
Loki takes a step back as though wounded, “You forced me to leave.”
“Cleaned up after me?” Y/N knows her face betrays her hurt, she tries masking it, Thor had been an elder brother of comfort through the mess as he put it, he turns to look at Nia.
“It was hard upon us as well to watch you in that manner.” Is all Nia says, fiddling with her ring clad fingers.
“Caregivers often bear the brunt, however she was under compulsion. You could have protected her better.” Stephen interjects.
“As could you.” Thor speaks with retaliation.
“And I did on each placement of her under my care, I did.” Stephen presses the back of his right hand into his left palm the sound of skin against skin adding emphasis.
“Can we actually believe that theory or is that just an excuse?” Nia meant to mumble it under her breath, the chill that took over the room sent a shiver up Y/N’s spine.
Loki looked at his mate’s best-friend.
“It is true, Thor could have protected her better, yes maybe we took the easy way out as vampires, I was skeptical about the bond but I was skeptical about the plan as well. Have it in your heart and mind to speak the truth or should I extract it myself? Did you give even fifty percent of effort of protection to my mate?” The younger brother looks at his elder brother.
Thor looks to Nia, then at his brother, then at Y/N.
“You could have told him to return if you couldn’t handle the responsibility.” Y/N murmurs, there still was so much to unpack from the conversation and if anything that was given to her only brought forth a craving to just consume more for the numbness.
“He did not want me to return.” Loki says as though something dawned upon him, “Is that why you never alerted me about the OD, about the forest attack?” His voice raised, in demand, venom pricks at the corners of his eyes.
Thor stays silent. Y/N gazes at Nia questioningly.
“You told me he did not care enough to return.” Nia accuses Thor.
“He was supposed to stay away for another month. In the end you craved your mate did you not? After all those talks about disregarding your chance at love and eternal affection.” Thor sneers.
“You’re behaving just like Odin. I say one thing and you hold that against me, expecting me not to learn or be educated and change my opinion or stance.” Loki looks down at the hand that Y/N wraps around his arm to provide comfort. The stars pass between them.
“I am nothing like Odin.” Thor presses, red rims appearing to further his anger.
“I think it is best we dismiss this conversation.” Stephen interjects, knowing the topic of their human father was one that still brought about bitter memories.
“Oh thats rich first gaslight then dissipate.” Nia narrows her eyes at the doctor.
“At least I don’t disregard my best friend’s trouble with being forced to consume drugs!” Stephen wants to leave the air here getting too much to warrant peaceful responses anymore.
Y/N tilts her head, seeing an iridescent tinge of orange in the air surrounding them. It stays present for a flash then disappears appearing near Thor.
“He has nothing better to do, he was tossed away. Left for dead by townspeople. Only supports the vampire who took him in from the streets.” Thor seethes as he adds agreement with Nia.
The orange gleam shifts edging towards Loki and herself, she pushes Loki’s chest and they duck.
“The fuck are you doing?” Nia raises an eyebrow, “Is this some new response to some drug? Or is it a witch thing?”
“Can someone contact Sierra?” Y/N questions, her eyes focus upon the dancing gleam, her wonders if it can be slowed down to a stop.
She keeps her vision steady, imagining a thick sludge surrounding the gleam to slow it down before it reaches Stephen.
The doctor dials the number of the nurse, she answers after a few rings.
“Whats wrong?” The curly haired witch questions over the call.
“Y/N is staring at thin air…” Stephen tries to explain.
“Put her on speaker.”
Stephen appears next to her, holding the phone as it remains on speaker.
“What are you seeing?” Is her immediate question, “describe it don’t lose focus.”
“Iridescent but orange, bouncing around.” The baby witch explains.
“Are you all having an argument or heated discussion suddenly?” The vampires and Nia look at each other in surprise.
“Yes.” Y/N answers for them.
“Well that is another little gift Clark left, you all need to leave the room, that is a self sabotage spell, since its iridescent the effect will wear off if the room clears. Listen Y/N I know how difficult this all is but you will have to prove yourself to Clark. What you did today with the astral meeting that showcases your skill but refining your craft will only be the way to stay in control.” Sierra offers advice hoping it encourages the new witch.
“I understand, I am ready to put in my share of hard work. Also, um. Is it possible to slow it down? The orange thingy?” Her eyes remain on the said object.
“While it is possible to stop it from going further I’d suggest not wasting energy, get it out of the way but everyone leave the room for the next one to two hours just to be safe.” Sierra suggests, receiving a collective reply of affirmative responses the call is brought to a close.
Thor and Nia move to leave to the upstairs rooms.
Stephen waits near his car outside.
Loki wraps his arm around Y/N’s waist, she doesn’t break focus on the orb, as her mate uses his speed to move them backward and out of the house.
“I will see you tomorrow, OPD paperwork only.” Stephen ruefully tells her, she sighs then accepts.
“I know you were benched long enough but this…” Stephen lets the sentence hang in the air between the three of them. He bids the two goodbye, getting into the driver’s seat.
Loki presses his lips to her temple, “Home?”
Y/N nods, intertwining their hands as her leads her, to the familiar Mercedes.
The vampire opens the door for his mate then speeds into the driver’s seat.
“We have much to talk about.” Loki addresses the unspoken thought as the car is turned into ignition.
“We do, but at home… right now I just want to be with you.” Y/N requests and Loki meets her eyes, they still remain bloodshot but in lesser intensity.
“As you please.” Loki reaches for her hand out of habit, across the console, resting over her thigh, their fingers intertwined
——/- div
Fourteen Months Ago.
“Where are you taking me?” Y/N has a smile on her face as she adjusts the phone to reach up to the top shelf for the Nutella jar.
“Somewhere.” Loki smiles sitting outside the dean’s office for the upcoming literature symposium the university would be hosting.
Y/N huffs, partly at the jar and partly at Loki.
“I thought you would be happy.” Loki teases.
“I am, but I can’t seem to grab this jar.” Y/N stares at the Nutella, wishing it would levitate.
“Nutella?” He enquires, a fondness grows within his chest. Y/N smiles at the sudden warmth. She hums in agreement, wishing he was there to reach up for it.
“Kinda wish you were here with me.” She sighs, it had been two weeks since their moment in the bookstore’s cafe.
“Why?” Loki knows she probably wants him to reach up for the jar.
“So you could get me this jar.” Y/N still gazes longingly before moving to the next aisle.
“Darling, here I thought you were dating me for me.” His voice is light and full of mirth.
“Nope, I just need your very tall limbs to get me things from the top shelves.” Y/N goes along with the humour.
“I’m wounded.” Loki feigns sadness but can’t help the laughter that rumbles in his chest.
Y/N giggles, switching the side of the phone.
“Do you need anything?” She asks mindlessly pushing the cart.
“Just you.” Loki breathes, allowing himself to relish and enjoy the fact that he has a mate, consciously throwing the meddling thoughts away instead of harbouring them.
“Professor I believe I’m quite the priciest item here.” Y/N brings in the playfulness again, his words stirring something deep within her at being wanted.
“I’m sure I could come up with a sum worthy of you alas, these numbers cease at the feat of your beauty and intellect.” He admits, and she feels a cacophony of stars trickle towards her, the sudden sound of metal clanging worries him.
“I’m okay just crashed into the yogurt fridge.” She grumbles lightly before righting the fallen items.
Loki bites back his smile picturing her reddened cheeks and expression. He adjusts the papers he holds with the files, fidgeting every few minutes to keep up his human façade.
As Y/N arranges the items a softer happiness makes itself present within her at the openness he displayed the past week.
It was not a vast ocean of being open with her but he tried. For her sake. That was enough for her to know he could and would try for her.
“Hey, I’m back, reporting live from the averted accident in aisle 20, yogurt and soy milk.” Y/N laughs, Loki chuckles.
“Any casualties?” The professor looks up at the dean’s assistant who gestures for him to head inside.
“Well does my bruised ego count? Or the indented pack of pudding cups Thor seems to love.” Y/N reports back, reading the labels of the hot sauces for Nia’s preference.
“Well for the bruising I’d recommend waiting till I pick you up. I believe my lips will know what to do.” Loki gathers his laptop bag, the bond willing him not to say goodbye as it glows happily between them.
“Youstill won’t tell me? Also no kisses for Lokis who withhold information.” Y/N will stomp her foot as does a tantrum throwing child, she will.
“Would it be a surprise if I did?” Loki chides.
“At least tell me the dress code.” Y/N pleads.
“I believe comfortable should do.” Loki whiles away the time, the dean could wait.
“What are you wearing?” She enquires that would give her a better hint.
“An oxford button down and slacks.” He answers recalling the light blue shirt he picked out for their date that hangs in his office.
“So it is okay if I don’t wear a dress right?” Y/N hesitates, dresses though nice weren’t always her first choice of clothing.
“Darling, I believe what you wore when you accompanied your friend to meet my brother should work.” Loki admits,
“Oh the cream sweater?” She recalls, Loki hums in agreement, the assistant returns once more hands on his hips giving Loki a pointed and impatient look.
“Yes, also I have my appointment with the Dean, I’m sorry to cut the conversation short. I will speak with you soon.” Loki apologises.
“Oh no its, alrig—,” The line cuts and Y/N sighs, “its alright.” She repeats more for herself.
She does a once over for all the items in the cart, matching them with her list proceeding to the check out.
“So how is Romania treating the great history buff?” The woman in front of Y/N speaks a little loudly.
“Really? Wow, didn’t think anything surprised the intuitive Mr. Bucky Barnes.” The woman laughs in response and Y/N feels the air leave her lungs.
How many Bucky Barnes-es could exist in this universe?
The checkout aisle next to her opens up Y/N recedes to that one. Trying not to focus on the conversation.
But the short-haired woman’s laughter keeps following through and the number of jokes just keep flowing.
Y/N grits her teeth, so Bucky blocked her out. Did not bother contacting her but kept in touch with someone else. So maybe she wasn’t the only one who didn’t have feelings.
“Cash or Credit?” The cashier enquires palm raised to take whichever mode of payment chosen.
Y/N hands her the credit card, loading up the groceries as the transaction is completed.
“Oh Bucky, come on, just do it. What is holding you back?” The woman encourages, she’s on the same stage of shopping as herself.
Y/N grabs the card swiftly not wanting to hear more about Bucky. He could do whatever he wanted. Talk to anyone. Why does she care?
As she’s loading the groceries in her car, the same short-haired woman approaches her, “Hey are you, Y/N?”
“Um, yes…” Y/N trails off hesitantly.
“Oh great I caught you, here you left this on the counter the cashier recalled your name from the system. I’m Maria Hill.” Maria smiles as she hands the hastily forgotten bag to Y/N.
“Oh um, thank you.” She says, placing it with the others.
“Um, I don’t mean to pry…” Y/N regrets the words as she says them, “Were you speaking to James Barnes?” She fiddles with the zipper on her jacket.
Yep Y/N thinks, Maria must be creeped out.
“Oh um yeah, he is a PhD candidate as I am, left for some personal work so I like to keep him updated so he can keep up and not turn into a slow poke.” Maria grins, “Though I’m going to beat him to it but it’s no fun without healthy competition, do you know him?” The brunette waits for a response.
“He was in creative writing with me, he left quite suddenly, just haven’t had the chance to talk. Maybe he switched numbers, but I’m happy to know he’s okay.” Y/N offers a smile,
“I have to rush, it was nice meeting you Maria.” Y/N gives her a wave before quickly sitting in her vehicle and leaving Maria eyes wide as she connects the dots.
She brings back attention to her ongoing call with Bucky, he had heard everything due to the headphones Maria wore.
“You did not give her your number?!” Maria yells at him.
“It, it was better that way.” Bucky winces as he explains.
“Come on dude so what if the date thing didn’t work, at least you will have a friend, she will have a friend!” She groans.
“Maria can we discuss something or someone else?” Bucky pleads stirring the conversation away from Y/N.
— — — —
Loki smoothens his coat’s lapels, as he stood waiting outside Y/N’s home. His occupied hand holds a bouquet of daffodils. He smiles at the flowers, knowing they would be appreciated.
Y/N opens the door, with one hand trying to fix her earring with the other smiling brightly at Loki.
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
They both smile sheepish and then laugh.
“You can come inside, I just need to fix this—,” Y/N huffs again as the earring still does not stay in place.
“May I help?” Loki offers, she looks at him then nods.
Her eyes fall onto the flowers,
“These are for you, darling.” Loki hands her the bouquet, promptly taking the earring from her.
“Thank you.” Y/N smiles at the flowers.
“I know I don’t know your favourite flower yet. But I believe these,” Loki pauses, as Y/N sniffles.
“I, Did I do something to upset you?” Loki worriedly gazes at her.
“I just remembered what you said, about these, what the daffodils signify. Now, we’re about to go on our first date… Just you putting in the thought. I know its stupid to get emotional over this—,”
“Hey, no, no, you are not stupid for getting emotional, I myself teared up when I saw the florist put them together.” Loki knows how the venom feels when it pools over his eyes.
“Thank you.” Y/N hugs him, Loki rests his cheek upon her head, arms wrapping around her frame. The warmth of her skin seeping through his clothing onto his own.
“You’re welcome.” Loki softly inhales her scent, letting it wash over him. Her blood did have an allure to him, but only because mates were to share blood in order to prepare for the inevitable conversion.
The way her scent called to him right now, he was glad he had fed from blood-bags before arriving.
Loki relaxes his hold when Y/N initiates pulling away from the hug. Still holding the flowers tenderly in her arms and smiling at them. Loki adores her, tucking this moment away for himself.
“May I?” Loki requests, holding the earring up; she shifts so he can place the earring.
Goosebumps break out across her skin as his knuckles ghost over her as he places the earring, his breath softly fans across her cheek.
Loki places the earring his knuckles trace along her jaw, resting under her chin.
Y/N tilts her head back at Loki’s prompting meeting his gaze. She feels the stars bloom around them, twinkling brightly.
“May I?” Loki questions once again, his lips inching closer to her own.
“Yes.” Y/N breathes out, softly.
His lips find her warm ones, they mould together. Eyes closed, the stars cascade merrily.
Loki pulls her closer, Y/N places her hands upon his shoulders as the kiss deepens.
Y/N’s right hand inches upward along the side of his neck towards his hair. Loki hums in the kiss, his hand moving along her spine pressing her closer. Their chests touch, Loki knows he’s pushing his luck, there is only so much control he can keep when they are like this, she tugs on his hair while she lightly nips at his bottom lip.
Loki knows his primal instincts are taking over, he pushes her against the wall, wrapping her legs around his waist and supporting all of her weight.
His tongue moves across her kiss bitten bottom lip as she parts her lips for him, her scent fills his senses. Heady, addicting and absolutely ethereal.
Loki knows his eyes are red rimmed, the bond glows brightly. Y/N’s fingers tangle in his hair and legs tighten around his hips.
His hands roam over her sides, his fangs begin to descend as she tugs on his hair wanton sounds of need spilling from her lips unto his.
Their lips part and Loki lays kisses over her exposed neck, he holds her up with one hand and something about his strength sets a heat ablaze within Y/N.
Loki, pulls down the sweater, small nips and kisses over her collar bones, he keeps his eyes closed.
“Loki, Loki, Loki.” His name spills from her as a fervent prayer.
The bond speaking through her begging Loki to establish it completely.
When he reaches her sternum, Loki freezes.
Y/N opens her eyes, heat blooming all over skin, the stars surrounding their bodies.
“Loki?” She cups his cheek, worry takes over her.
“I’m okay.” He takes an inhale, eyes closed, he places his forehead against hers.
“Why did you stop?” Her hand nervously fiddles with the collar of his oxford shirt.
“I, I want to do right by you. This, I enjoyed, there is not doubt in that, if I could, I’d have my lips on your skin till the world ended, but I don’t want you to think that I only want your body.” He opens his eyes, sincere green greets Y/N.
“I’d—, Loki, you never gave me that impression.” Y/N assures, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “I though, maybe I did something wrong or something you did not enjoy.” She admits, a blush taking over her face.
Loki’s eyes widen, “Love, you did nothing wrong I quite enjoyed those sinfully addictive sounds you made for me. Also, if you do not enjoy something I am doing you need to tell me, we have to communicate our likes and dislikes always; just not at one point. This doesn’t just stop at the physical aspects of our courtship.” He places another kiss against her lips.
Y/N smiles, “Sometimes you sound as though from another era.”
A momentary panic surges through the vampire.
“I guess that would be because of all the Shakespeare and poetry you’ve read and immersed into.” She adds with a small laugh, her fingers run through his hair trying to tame the tresses she caused to mess up.
“Are you making fun of me, Ms. Y/L/N?” Loki playfully narrows his eyes, his tone stern.
“Why no, Sir, I would never dare.” Y/N feigns innocence, “Just maybe a little.” Her giggle is caught in her throat as Loki’s fingers begin to tickle her sides and she breaks into laughter.
“Loki!”
“Y/N!”
Their laughters intertwine, echoing in the room.
Once they make themselves presentable again for the outside world, Loki and Y/N are divided by the S-Class’ console. Elbows nearly touching.
An excitement cascades from Y/N to Loki through the now stronger bond.
Loki smiles, “I hope you enjoy what I have planned.”
“If you tell me, I promise to be more excited than I already am, pinky promise.” Y/N bargains.
Loki taps his index finger over his lips, as though in deep thought.
He looks at her while switching the lanes, “Nope.”
Her annoyance amuses him, he laughs much to her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes looking out the window, annoyed.
“Darling,” Loki says, she doesn’t look at him.
“Love.” He attempts again, with failure.
He huffs, reaching over and grabbing her hand, intertwining their fingers over the console. Y/N pulls his hand back towards her, the back of his hand rests on her thigh.
“Is that a smile I see?” He teases.
“Give me a hint, I’ll give you a kiss.” Y/N pouts.
“Oh come on now that is extortion.” Loki accuses. Y/N just shrugs.
“We’re almost there.” Loki points out.
“We drove an hour into London.”
“Are you trying to deduce where we are going?” Loki smiles at her focused expression, the furrow in her brow reminds him of her in class.
“Wait, did—, what if we’re seen?” She panics, Loki meets her with a calming gaze.
“It is a weekday, the place will probably only have tourists. Although I’ve booked a private thirty minutes.” He assures, smiling only when she calms down.
Loki pulls into the parking building near Tate Modern, London. Y/N curiously follows Loki’s lead as he navigates through the floors to get to their destination.
He doesn’t let her even see what installations are being presented, showing the tickets discreetly to the security as they wait in a corridor. A gentle older woman comes out a corner door greeting Loki.
“You can go in, it’s just been cleared.” She informs him, greeting Y/N with a smile as well.
“Thank you.” Loki offers the woman a smile.
“Oh one more thing.” Loki turns to Y/N, “I want you to keep your eyes closed till we are inside.”
“Loki… Fine.” Y/N only agrees when he pouts and it is too adorable to say no to him.
The vampire beams brightly, covering her eyes with a blindfold. Y/N holds onto his hands and hears the quiet hinges of the door opening and Loki leads her for about fifteen steps.
His footsteps echo in the quiet room, as he stands behind her. She takes a deep breath as he undoes the blindfold. Taking a few steps back to admire her reaction.
Y/N opens her eyes, blinking a few times, her jaw then drops. She is surrounded by an infinity of small lights that are mirrored all around herself and Loki.
Tiny blue, yellowish and green lights seemingly akin to stars, she turns attempting to find Loki to hold him close to take in this moment with him.
Loki smiles at her elation that he sees and feels within himself.
Y/N moves to him, closing the gap he put between them.
“Loki this, it is, beautiful, ethereal even, as, as though we’re surrounded by our stars.” Her throat feels heavy, emotion overcoming her.
“Well we once admitted we feel stars for each other. Now we can finally see them. Surrounding us.” He tucks her hair back, they both grin at each other.
“Loki, this, I don’t have words, thank you.” Y/N admits, tears pooling in her eyes.
Loki softly brushes the tears, “I’ve made you emotional again. I know these are tears of happiness. I want to admit something, if I could, I’d bring down all of the stars that surround the moon and bring them to you. For you are my moonlight. The stars would be merely a fraction of what I’d do for you, now that I’ve found you.”
Y/N’s breath is caught at his admission, her heart soars. She reaches upward, placing a soft kiss against his lips. Loki returns the affection, with as much of emotion he can pour into the gesture.
When they pull away, slightly breathless.
“I’d do the same if not more for you.” Y/N admits to him, in a soft whisper, a promise just between them.
“I’d do the same if not more for you.” Loki repeats, sealing the promise between them with Yayoi Kusama’s infinity mirror room lights as their witness.
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Present.
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Saturday.
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Y/N groans, feeling the after effects of the grilling at Miles is putting her through.
“Come on, up you go.” He prompts again.
She sits crossed leg again from the sprawled out defeat on the soft carpet in their living room.
“Now come on, protective enchantments on the ink bottle again. Block my hex without actively holding the enchantment.” Miles instructs again.
Y/N raises her hand, drawing the symbols for protection, adding intent and visualisation. Then she looks up at Miles, nodding for him to hex the bottle.
Miles raises a finger of his left hand drawing the hex over the bottle. For ten seconds nothing happens. Then Miles is launched two feet away from the bottle.
He grins at her, “Well done, now we’ll move onto plants, don’t worry I can reverse the hexes so the plants won’t be harmed. But you have to protect them well enough.”
Y/N nods, she begins to place the enchantments upon the small succulent cactus.
Miles prepares the hex and the spikes fly out towards Y/N, her eyes widen and she holds up her hands, the spikes stop mere centimetres away from her face. Dropping down onto the floor.
“Did you alter the wording for living things?” Miles enquires, Y/N groans.
“Fuck, I’m so stupid.” She facepalms.
“Hey no bad words said to yourself. You’re trying hard.” Miles pats her back.
“If she was trying hard, silly mistakes would not happen.” Clark adds dryly, upon entering the room.
Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, Clark reminded her of her father, never pleased. At least he was not a verbally abusive like her dad, just showed his disdain for her inability to perform well.
Basically Clark and Miles were good cop, bad cop.
Clark waves a hand and the spikes split into two groups heading for Miles and herself. Y/N stops them this time farther away from their bodies.
“Add the protection.” Miles prompts.
“The spikes…” Y/N reasons.
“Add it.” Clark says as he begins with the hex, Y/N scrambles with one hand to maintain the shield then adds the enchantment with the living thing wording, the spikes turn towards Clark with full throttle.
He turns them into petals of flowers falling to the ground.
Clark only hums, that means he is mildly pleased by her work.
“You kept the spikes connected as well.” Miles praises, “good work.”
Y/N only smiles, the clock hits seven-thirty and now it was time for Clark and his mind bending tricks.
It was only day five of training but it felt as if eternity had passed between the days.
Clark settles on the chair near the fireplace, Y/N joins him on the free chair, “Now, you have to block out the compliance. We can try that with the guard dog vampire outside.”
Y/N rolls her eyes, but nods out of respect.
“For the vampire kind of compliance once you harness the warlock and witch kind. We’re trying to make it so that you have to be touched to be compelled. Once that occurs we need you to break the compliance upon the warlock or witch.” Clark continues, cracking his knuckles to prepare.
“Okay.” Y/N nods, focusing herself.
Clark focuses upon her, bringing forth his visualisation of her own protective enchantments brought forth by her own witch status.
“Tap your right foot.” Clark attempts, as her ankle twitches to move.
Y/N focuses her mental shields. Her ankle stops twitching.
“Snap your fingers in the rhythm of ‘we will rock you.’” Clark compels once again, focusing upon the one weak area through her shield. Y/N resists, visualising his compulsion trying to break through her guard.
Clark huffs, he has to go with something that will pick at her emotions. It was cruel and Miles would tell him off but it needs to be done.
“Tell me about what Loki said to break your heart.” Clark demands, Y/N’s eyes widen her focus wavers.
“He said I am a distraction, he only wanted to know if the bond held any weight in his eyes that—,” Y/N pauses, bringing her mental shields back up to focus. Gritting her teeth.
“Tell me about the heartbreak a parent caused you. Your father specifically.” Clark feels remorseful but this needs to be done.
“You will need to be specific.” Y/N jokes, trying to not let her father ruin yet another thing for her.
“A moment he abandoned you when he should not have,” Clark drills through, the minute Y/N lets that moment flash by her mind.
“I was eleven, we were on our first international trip,” Y/N feels the tears brimming, she tries not to let the story spill but fails, “We were trying to find the tour buffet room, for dinner. The place was new and women over there not that safe but okayish, he got angry that he couldn’t find my mother or the remainder of the family, so we returned to the room. He knocked hard and fast on the door.”
Internally she tries to stop, begs herself to learn quickly.
“When they did not open the door, because they were gone, he left my hand pushed it away with force, it hit the wall behind me. He then says they left us, so I’m leaving you, let them find you alone. Don’t bother searching for me. I stood there for thirty minutes, men, women passed by staring. I pretended to knock each time someone passed by, so they’d know I had family inside. When my mom and remaining family came back cause we never reached they found me sitting in front of the door crying. All alone.” Y/N felt the wetness of the tears, on her cheeks and on her shirt.
“They took me in, I didn’t eat that night, just cried and then fell asleep. He came home late night, when I woke up I saw that I was facing him from my bed, I turned around and slept again. He pretended he never did anything. He never apologised or tried to make it better, he kept abandoning me, he left all the time for others, he never wanted to be there for me unless it was convenient to his motives to have me there to seem like a doting father—,”
“Clark.” Miles’ voice cuts through, Clark pulls away the compulsion.
Y/N glances at the clock, blinking away her tears, the clock said eight. She picks up her bag, checking for her notebook and grimoire.
“Y/N,” Miles begins, Y/N wipes her tears quickly.
“I’ll see you tomorrow earlier its Sunday. I’ve finished my coursework. Thanks for today.” She rushes out before the fresh wave of tears start, she crosses the perimeter where Loki stands against his car, he quickly walks over to her, wrapping her up in his arms as she falls apart in front of him.
He softly runs his hand over her hair trying to provide comfort. She clings harder and her shoulders shake harder as the sobs turn more deep rooted.
Loki presses a soft kiss to her temple. His hard gaze moves towards the house as Clark and Miles gaze at them, only one holds worry the other’s cheek grits. Their lips moving in conversation
“Miles what kind of second rate man is her father?”
“I told you not to push further.”
“She was eleven who leaves their child in an unknown place?!”
“Clark, please just, these are sensitive topics I hope you learn to build a better relationship with her. As High Priest you’re also an elder who the coven should be able to speak with ease.”
“Miles you know I can’t be vulnerable on demand, I don’t understand why the Priestess was insisting upon me being the successor.”
“Clark…”
“Love,” Loki attempts to have her take a few breaths and drink the water he had kept in the car.
Y/N nods, Loki takes all of her weight and she lets him settle her into the car, she takes a few sips of water. Sniffling as her chest still heaves.
Loki runs his hands over her head, cheeks and arms. When she finally meets his eyes, he worriedly notes the redness in her tear stained ones.
“Thank you.” Y/N whispers, Loki nods, placing a kiss to her temple again.
“I’m sorry he made you share that against your will, I think your father on the other hand deserves quite a few harsh words.” Loki mutters angrily. Maybe more than words he thinks.
“He isn’t worth it, honestly I don’t know why I keep crying over him and what he did to us as a family, what he put me through out of his selfishness.” Y/N admits.
“Darling, he was given a role he doesn’t deserve, you do not do that to your child.” Loki tells her, wiping her escaping tears with the back of his index finger and then thumb.
“I know I never shared that with you, I just,” Y/N loses her words.
“It was a difficult moment, I only wished I could have heard it out of your own volition.” Loki confesses.
They stay quiet, Loki looks back at the house Clark still stands watching, Miles had retreated back into the house.
“Are you hungry?” Loki enquires, Sierra had provided him a list of ways to replenish her energy stores, the top one being rest the remaining being food and stress free moments.
Y/N nods, “We can get take out? I don’t know what to cook with what is left at home; groceries is not something I want to run an errand for today, maybe tomorrow before practice.”
“Of course.” Loki agrees, he checks her again, then walks around the car to the driver’s side.
Their hands lay intertwined upon her thigh as always since their first public date’s drive.
Loki drives to her home, after the conversation that brought out everyone’s worse sides, their little entourage walked on eggshells and Stephen and Loki altered watching over Y/N giving Thor and Nia the Manor and some time to themselves without any responsibilities other than their own.
Nia tried apologising and protesting against the division but understood that maybe this could have them heal from wounds that they never knew existed.
Thor on the other hand said nothing to Y/N nor Loki. Stephen never really spoke unless they had anything to discuss. All in all it was sort of an impasse upon which they had arrived.
Loki walks in through the threshold of the door of the home as Y/N leads the way holding his hand.
There is something lighter in the air maybe the breakdown she had did her some good. Midnight circles around their feet, greeting their return, she had only slightly warmed up to Loki upon his return. Only marking him with her scent when Y/N’s own was present upon him.
Other times Loki swears he could see the cat glaring at him with disdain and anger at leaving them distraught.
As Loki empties the take out boxes into designated plates, his phone chimes. The water still running upstairs indicated Y/N is still in the shower.
Email: Tate Modern
Subject: Return of the Infinity Mirror Room for One Weekend Only. Members Exclusive.
—open to read further—
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Email: Rayesa - Tate Modern
Subject: Private Viewing of the Infinity Mirror Room.
Dear Mr. Loki,
I realise that this must be short notice but I could have you and a guest come in for a thirty minute private viewing as before for the return of the same exhibit.
Please let me know as soon as possible so I may save the slot for you if required.
Warmest Regards,
Rayesa Addams-Ahmed
Curator
Tate Modern
Loki finds himself in a blur outside Y/N’s door, he knocks before entering. The shower shuts off and Y/N exits at the same time as he sets foot in, Loki finds his eyes trailing up her frame as Y/N momentarily freezes.
“Loki!” Y/N chides.
“I’m sorry I, I got excited because of an email.” He snaps out turning and covering his eyes with one hand.
She quickly grabs her night shirt throwing it on and only mildly struggles with her pyjama pants, “What email?”
“Tate Modern, the exhibit it is back, it is open for one weekend exclusively for members. Rayesa offered us a private viewing whenever we want.” He explains.
“Tonight we, its late how will we even—,”
“We could eat dinner now, I can drive, or we could even run.”
“No, not after eating.” Y/N shudders at the thought.
“Right you get queasy.” Loki purses his lips, “The train?”
“Faster than the car…” Y/N trails off, Loki turns as he hears her pad towards him.
“I’ll call her.” Loki beams at the prospect of reliving their first date again.
“Yes please.” Y/N grins equally happy at the prospect to have their bond visualised once again.
Loki finds Rayesa’s contact, pressing call.
“Ah, Mr. Loki, I think you found my email I was just sending you an updated one, the private viewings are only open for the next weekend.” Rayesa informs,
“I apologise for the inconvenience, I remember how much your guest and you enjoyed the experience.”
“Oh, just a moment Rayesa,” Loki conveys the change to Y/N they agree to have it next week they’d leave after practice so a ten o’clock night viewing was penciled in under their names.
“Thank you so much. I look forward to catching up with you two.” Rayesa bids farewell.
Loki settles in next to Y/N on the couch as they hold their plates of food.
He’s picked out rewatching modern family knowing it is a comfort show for his mate.
Y/N smiles as they settle into the familiarity of the show.
Plates slowly become empty and bellies are full of future date plans and food. Hearts still stay wounded around the edges but moving towards healing.
Their soft laughter only adds to the comfort Y/N feels. Her head rests on Loki’s chest as they shift into a more laying down position, Loki’s arms encircle her, the throw blanket laid over them, his fingertips trace over her back as they lay still watching.
Y/N finds sleep creeping upon her easier. Her eyelids slowly droop. Y/N sighs snuggling closer to Loki, his body slightly colder than her own but there was a comfort he brought to her by just being there.
“I missed this,” She admits, Loki looks down at her sleepy face, smiling.
“Missed what?” He enquires, he shares the sentiment of this quiet moments that were as much as theirs to keep as were their moments out and about.
“This, laying with you, hearing your breathing, having you near me.” She confesses.
“I have missed having you in my arms.” Loki confesses as well.
They yet hadn’t spoken alone about what transpired when he quote unquote broke things off.
Y/N and Loki both silently agree that moments of comfort and finding their way back to each other took priority.
It was futile to move forward with that hanging above their heads, but they just wanted to escape till when they could, till their hearts and minds wanted to hide away from the harsh words.
Three words still dance on the tip of her tongue. Even in her sleep addled moment. She wanted to whisper them.
Loki feels the bond shift back to silver, he feels his breath knocked out of his lungs at the force with which Y/N’s love cascades across their bond towards him at full throttle, venom pools at the corners of his eyes.
She still held love for him.
Maybe he had hope, hope that he could have her forgiveness her love to cherish again and never let go.
“I love you.” Loki whispers against her temple. Keeping her in dreamland with his soft caresses and soothing words of affection.
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Sunday.
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Grocery shopping turned out to be an impromptu reunion between the two best-friends and brothers. They first hesitated and awkwardly hugged.
Then Nia dropped the canned soup display when she picked one up from the middle. Y/N saw the whole thing from the other end.
Loki and Thor were off broodingly staring at each-other in the corner.
Y/N wheeled her cart quickly to Nia, grabbing her and pretending they were never near the display to begin with, only when they reached the aisle for detergents did they begin to laugh.
“That was exactly like the cartoon.”
Nia wipes a tear that strays due to the laughter.
Y/N only giggles nodding, the mental imagery on repeat.
“Ma’am do you know who touched the soup display?” The store manager approached them. They straighten up. Shaking their heads.
“It looks fine to me.” Nia says gesturing to the display.
The man turns around and the display is perfectly in place.
Thor and Loki round out from the next aisle holding various decoy items with smiles of achievements on their innocent faces.
“I swear I saw the mess just a second ago.” The manager turns back to their ground then scratching the back of their head they go to inspect it up close.
Y/N grins spying the Nutella jar Loki holds, “This is incentive to kick ass today.” He insists.
“Whats today?” Nia questions, Thor silently watches the exchange.
“Witch training.” Y/N informs making space for the items in Loki’s hands in the cart.
“Oh, how is it going?”
“Kicking ass some days and getting my ass kicked most days.” The young witch admits.
“You’re going to do great. I believe in you.” Nia pulls Y/N in for a hug.
Y/N hugs back, her heart feeling elated at the happiness of having her best friend back, not that she was lost to her. Just the fact that they weren’t speaking.
Thor clears his throat drawing the friends apart.
“Thor.” Nia huffs, “I just got my bestie back.”
“I’m not keeping you apart I just wanted to say that, I’m sorry.” Thor looks down at Y/N apologetic.
“Oh,” Is all Y/N is able to muster.
“I realise things could have been handled keeping everyone’s emotions safe and not jeopardise your bond with my brother.” Thor admits, “I’m also sorry that I didn’t protect you better when you were vulnerable.”
“I’m sorry too for implying that taking care of you was a burden.” Nia adds.
Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stephen Strange
Warnings:angst, mentions of depression, discussion about depression, non consensual drug usage, fluff, Bucky just wants his PhD done man, non con blood drinking, Binder over usage by a character, discussion of removing the binder, body dysmorphia, angst between reader and loki, loki fluff, angst between reader and bucky. MINORS DNI
Word Count: 11.2k
A.N.:sorry for going awol there was alot going on irl and i lost all drive to write but i’m back and motivated, i have more work lined up so please do check out my masterlist!
Sierra looked between Miles and Clark, a grim expression upon their faces.
“Can the two of you tell me what happened that caused baby witch to pass out? For four days?”
“Well, we went pretty hard with the history lesson.” Clark scratches the back of his neck.
“What did you do to the bond?” Sierra wonders.
“Well apparently the vampire had already caused interference, it was frayed intensely.” Miles responds covering his eyes with the palms of his hands.
Exhaustion riddled the two men.
“Did he not want her? I’ve never heard of vampires wanting to break a bond…” Sierra furrows her eyebrows, none of the books about vampires suggest willingness to wreak a bond so sacred given once in a lifetime.
“I believe there was something afoot prior to our intervention.” Clark muses, as he sifts through the box of grimores once again.
“Do you think we can keep her prepared?” Miles wonders aloud, marking the bottles of herbs.
“Either she is or we use the same technique as we did these, past few days.” Clark suggests, astral projection demands energy out of them but is a viable option to remain uninterrupted.
Sierra gasps, “Eight decayed bodies were found in the northern region of Romania. Bodies of campers, mangled and burnt they suspect an animal attack and then the tents caught fire.”
She then scoffs at the reasoning, “This screams vampire.”
“He’s closing in on covens much more rapidly.” Clark purses his lips, looking at Miles.
“You want to reach out to her again?” His husband vocalises the thought.
“She’s woken up an hour ago.” Sierra reads the update from her nursing shift partner.
“Then she’s had an hour to rest.” Clark deems, setting up the candles for the circle.
Miles grabs the dried lavender sprigs, arranging them in a crescent within the circle, smaller candles to denote the stars akin to their shared necklaces.
Sierra lights the candle residing at the centre of the crescent, she then takes her place at Clark’s left and Miles stands across her.
Clark begins welcoming the element governing each direction,
“From the North we call upon Fire, from the East we call upon Air, from the South we call upon Earth, from the West we call upon Water, Spirit we call upon you and we call upon the protection given by our moon.”
Crackling of the candle flames,
Cool breeze of a summer afternoon,
The scent of earth after rain,
The bubbling of a stream,
The iridescent line of spirit traces the circle, and each sprig of lavender intertwining the three witch coven members.
“Allow our fourth member to connect with us in the realm of astral, guide us, moonlight to the one we seek,
allow us elements the chance with her to speak.” Clark seeks permission, soon they are led to the realm as they wait for Y/N to join them.
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“Well, this is not how I expected to find you.” Nia looks between Loki and Y/N, the latter still between the vampire and the wall.
Y/N places a palm against Loki’s chest. He shifts.
Nia walks over, “What the fuck were you thinking?” She looks at her best friend.
“I left you a letter!” Y/N defends.
“A letter? Gee thanks. Where was the part about a four-day sorcery or witchy bender?” The shorter woman demands.
“I’m surrounded by a bunch of idiots.” Nia rubs her temples moving to the couch.
Thor knocks as he enters, giving Y/N a smile and a pat on the shoulder.
“Welcome to the supernatural club.”
Y/N laughs, “Yeah officially in it I suppose.”
Nia glares at Thor.
Thor in turn pales, slightly.
Her irritation takes prominence he looks at her apologetic.
Loki gazes between the two then back at his mate.
“You should get back into the bed.” He murmurs.
“I’m good thanks—,” “Get on the bed.” Nia gives her a glare and for once Y/N is afraid of Nia.
Loki moves forward to help Y/N.
“I can handle it.” She spits out.
“Be my guest.” He gestures for her to move ahead.
Y/N leaves the support of the wall, lowering the guard rail and sits on the bed. Everyone stares at her expectantly, “What?”
“Go on, tell us what happened.” Thor requests.
“Coven customs won’t permit her to say anything.” Loki pipes up.
Y/N bites the inside of her cheek, Loki feels her irk through the bond distantly.
“Sorry.” He adds.
“Right the customs don’t allow me to divulge too much information, the sensitive kind, the awakening did undo what Loki did the night I was attacked by Zemo in the forest.”
“You remember?” Nia’s eyes widened and her voice raised an octave, “How?”
“I think the awakening did something to undo it…” Y/N looked down at her hands, the memory was fresh in her mind not distant. She wondered for a moment, if Loki did not have to erase that dance, those touches.
How would have things between them shifted? Would they have confessed earlier? Would Loki be able to confess at her doorstep?
Or would it just be brushed away as a moment of weakness?
“Well, that is something to know.” Nia glances at Thor, he offers her a small smile. She looks back at her best friend on the bed.
“They showed me the history of the coven, these two were under Alexander and had to well partake in the extinction, but the high priestess at that time, Samana,” Loki looks to the floor as Y/N continues,
“Loki was involved with her and they allowed a portion of the coven to live on and pass down the magick.”
“I had to do what I did.” Loki defends.
“I thought vampires were to wait for their mates?” Nia interjects.
“Not all follow the norm, at least not in Alexander’s coven, he pushed everyone to, ‘have their unregulated fun’.” Thor explains, a wince on his features.
“So basically, you all were told to sleep around?” Nia looks between the brothers.
“It was not just sleeping around… Blood sharing, usage of our gifts to gain insight, lead witches astray or humans, lure them. Our kind has done questionable things. Things that, that have haunted me in my sleepless nights.” Loki gazes at Y/N, her eyes trace over his features.
They had this conversation before, being forced to do these unspeakable things, preying upon innocents, killing covens.
“You aren’t that person anymore.”
Loki closes his eyes tightly at the words his mate repeats to him she’s utter against his lips before.
Thor watches Nia, her eyes glaze over with unshed tears, “Is, was anything done to you if you did not comply?”
Thor pulls her into his lap as he sits on the couch.
“There was Brock.”
“He’s horrible.” Nia states from the events that were shared by Thor.
Loki laughs humourlessly, “His death does not bring the closure, I wished it brought forth.”
“Brother.” Thor sighs, he runs his fingertips over Nia’s forearm, the gesture brings more comfort to him than her.
Loki seats himself on the stool near Y/N’s bed.
“I need to tell you why I left.” Loki takes her hand.
“I don’t want to know—,”
“It is why the bond is scrambled,” Loki hears her heart stutter, her lips part as her jaw drops.
“What did you do, Loki?” Y/N finds her voice, the tone rising as anger ebbs through her and interlaces the broken fragments of their bond.
“I did it to protect you, your coven should not have survived earlier, Alexander would know, and it would not matter if you are my mate, so,”
Y/N felt Loki’s voice turn into a haunting echo. Her eyes shifted to Thor and Nia; they began to stretch farther away as the room began to expand.
“What?” Her own voice an echo, her hands blur in and out, reminding her of how the drugs would take over.
“Y/N?” Loki’s worried voice silently reaches her, she looks up at him, multiple Lokis are cupping her cheek.
The scent of lavender fills her senses.
“Lavender?” She breaks the syllables as she vocalises.
“What is going on?” Nia stands up as does Thor.
The hospital room disappears.
Candles burning, lavender, crescent moon.
Candles burning, lavender, crescent moon.
A circle with candles.
“North by the Fire, by the Air from the East, Earth of the South, West brings the Water, Spirit surrounds you, young witch and the protection of the moon, meet your coven in the astral realm we have much to do.” Clark’s voice greets her ears as their image of standing around a circle becomes clearer.
In the physical realm, Loki lands on his knees. The stool makes a clang.
“Brother!” Thor, pulls Loki upright.
Loki wheezes, “She—,” he chokes on his words, the bond clutches at him as panic sears.
His side of the bond is burning painfully with worry.
Bring her back,
bring her back,
bring her back
where is her soul?
where is her soul?
where is her soul?
“She’s unconscious.” Nia deems, gently letting go of her hand.
“She is in the astral realm.” Thor explains, “If she stays there too long the bond may break. The soul bond is heavily weakened. I fear they may not get a chance again.”
“Fuck. Could we astral and prevent it?” Nia hopes, her resolve breaks as her mate shakes his head.
“We need to find the coven and stop them.” Thor hurriedly states.
“The patients, Miles and Clark.” Loki lowers the guard rail, grabbing onto Y/N’s hand, momentarily relaxing at the contact.
“Find Stephen he will have the patient records and addresses.” Loki contemplates shifting closer to Y/N.
In the astral realm, Y/N finds dread seeping in, why does it feel as though something is being snatched away?
“What is going on? Is everything okay?” Y/N gazes at the three members.
“Alexander Pierce is going on a rapid witch-hunt.” Miles informs her, she moves closer to the circle.
“Is he here nearby?” Y/N looks between the three, there is a tug in her chest, as though a deep-rooted plant is being tugged from the soil.
“Last known location was Romania, he usually converts those he deems useful, his gift is knowing if abilities get transferred to the vampire form of an individual.” Clark explains.
“So, we need to prepare to take him down.” Y/N verbalises the unspoken sentiment.
“Precisely.” Miles nods.
“However, you need to train harder than before for harnessing your abilities.” Clark adds, a look of worry passes over his features.
“Could we do that in the more physical realm? This drained me down four days… I can only imagine how much the astral realm impacts your energies.” The baby-witch suggests, a wince gracing her features at the sensation that is manifesting tenfold within her.
“It is true, we need to practice in the physical realm.” Sierra agrees, “There is far too much risk remaining in this realm.”
“Also, you need to start your own grimoire.”
“My own book or spells?” Y/N raises an eyebrow.
“Basically, a guide, not all spells work for you, there are different banishments, hexes, protection spells that work and don’t work. Sort of like your techniques as a physio? You need to find the correct ones and practice.” Sierra smiles encouragingly.
“I suggest starting with finding your grandmother’s Grimoire, and if you cannot find it start with protection spells.” Miles offers.
“Okay.”
“We need you to focus on this, so I suggest you divide time between your degree and your coven.” Clark’s words have an authoritative undertone.
“Yes, getting Alexander off of our backs will be helpful to everyone.” Y/N agrees.
“It will be, do not get distracted.” Clark sighs.
“Your mate how is he?” Miles curiously wonders much to Clark’s displeasure.
“The bond is messed up, I he was saying something right when, well…” Y/N gestures to the circle with her hands, her chest constricts again.
Sierra looks at Y/N pointedly, “Is something bothering you?”
“I have this gnawing sensation in my chest as if something is getting uprooted.” She rubs over her sternum it does little to soothe her.
“That is the bond being ripped.” Clark explains, Y/N widens her eyes.
“No. What, no send me back.” Y/N pleads.
“Why? Did he not leave you? Did he not mess with the bond?” Clark’s features have disapproval written all over them.
“He is my mate.”
“He left you.”
“That is between him and I to sort through.”
Miles’ eyes widen, “Clark you knew.” He says accusingly.
“Oh, hell no, if her bond breaks, she is going to be in no position to be of any help.” Sierra yells almost.
Y/N grips her head, the sensation increases in intensity, she can feel the beginning of the uprooting of the threads of the bond.
“Send me back please.” She falls to her knees at a harsh tug, “Loki.”
“Clark, close the circle.” Miles glares at him.
“I will not.”
“Clark, close the circle, now. She could have long term trauma.” Sierra presses on, the readings she did deeply into the bonds have given her intensive knowledge.
“Sierra.” Clark warns.
Y/N hunches over, clutching her chest.
Loki’s eyes prick with venom as Y/N’s unconscious body moves to clutch onto her chest. He knows she can feel it too.
Everything he’s done to cause damage mocks him, he never wanted to lose her.
The thread tugs harshly, the silver glow that formed goes towards bronze again, splotches of black appear.
“Why is it turning black?” Y/N looks at the bronze thread that surrounds her with spots of shapeless black.
“It’s breaking.” Sierra has tears in her eyes.
“I’ll lose him, please, I’ll prioritise the coven, just please don’t let me lose him.” Y/N feels the warm tears cascade down her face. She finds herself crying on behalf of her mate, taking the share of his unshed tears.
Loki pulls her body closer, wiping the tears that fall. If he could cry their tears would mix.
“I’m so sorry, I did this to you, to us.” Loki presses his lips to her forehead.
“If the bond is strong enough, I would have to turn you. I, I could not take that choice away, I fell for you, I love you so deeply from the bottom of my un-beating heart.” Loki wonders if she can hear.
“I thought if I kept the bond hanging Alexander would spare you, I reached out to a witch. When i left, she kept scrambling the bond ever so slightly. But then, then you over dosed.
“I felt my world shatter. Y/N I ran, ran back to you for holding you once more.
“Zemo said, the scramble was enough to know that you were mine, I made sure that my mark was upon you.”
Y/N hears Loki’s voice.
Miles looks at Clark, Clark keeps his gaze on the fallen witch.
Sierra glares openly at the high priest.
“I wonder if you will forgive my actions, even if you find it in that heart of yours that encompasses all the kindness, I have ever been worthy of in my entire life. The affection that you gave me.” Loki pauses as pain tears through deeper between them, he shudders as does Y/N in the astral realm.
“Clark please.” She heaves out a sob.
“Even if you do forgive me, I will not forgive myself. I, I could have stayed and protected you. I could have told you the truth but when I saw the necklace, I knew I had to use the way decided before. He despises your coven, hates it with a vengeance. I could have protected you better, I could love you better.” Loki presses his lips over her cheeks and temple.
“I could love you better, I could have given you the love you deserved to receive. Not what I gave to you instead.” Loki’s voice ceases.
Y/N sobs brokenly, the flames upon the candles burn brighter and intensely. She needs to get back, the spells rhyme and have intent. She needs to get back to Loki. Y/N would deal with the insubordination to Clark later.
She looks at Sierra, who nods understandingly.
“Fire by the North guided to by stars,
Wind by the East caressing my scars,”
“Stop it.” Clark warns.
“Earth by the South our bodies you guard,
Water by the West you wash away foes who intend facade,”
“As your high priest, I—,”
“Spirit, guide me back to where I lay,
Moonlight, protect me on my returning way.”
Y/N visualises returning back to the hospital room, a valiant effort in ignoring the crumbling bond.
Sierra pushes energy towards Y/N, letting her words echo.
Miles’ jaw drops when the side Y/N is on begins turning back into the hospital room.
Y/N keeps the visualisation on, a small moon guides her back to where her body lays in Loki’s arms. Her astral form strokes his cheek, Loki opens his eyes at the contact.
Y/N returns to her body, wrapping her arms around him with an urgency. Loki buries his head in the crook of her neck.
“I’m sorry.” He sounds broken.
Y/N strokes his cheek, her hand moving to his scalp, Loki’s eyes close at the familiar sensation. Sleep never came to him, but this? His Y/N’s fingertips softly moving through his hair, providing quiet comfort and love to him? This replaced his want for slumber.
“We’ll talk about it all later. Okay? I hope I wasn’t too late…” Y/N presses a kiss to his head.
“Its still weakened, not broken.” Loki pulls her closer, his lips brush over her neck.
Y/N feels relief when the stars slowly climb across her chest. They seem distant but they make their presence known.
“Do you need to feed?” She continues her slow movement across his scalp.
“No, not yet.” Loki breathes in her scent, the vanilla grounding him.
They lay that way, months since they shared the intimacy of each other’s company.
There is a knock on the door.
“Strange.” Loki shifts the two of them into an upright position, Y/N stays close tucked into his side.
“It is Doctor Strange.” The man corrects as he enters, her chart in hand, “How are you fairing?” He does a once over on Y/N.
“A bit better now, earlier… I was traversing the astral plane with our bond almost breaking.” She summarises.
“Hmm, yes, your best-friend and brother informed me. They are on the way to the given address. I suppose you haven’t contacted them yet in favour of being close.” The doctor gives them a pointed look.
Y/N feels her cheeks warm in embarrassment.
“Well, I advise that you both stay close, even if you put distance the bond will force you to seek the other out. Having undergone too much duress. You need to rest as well, two astral projections for this stage of your awakening, speak to your coven later.” Doctor Strange turns to Loki, “here.” He places down two blood bags.
“Thank you.” Loki nods in appreciation.
“Could you,” Y/N wonders if its the right thing to do but it just hit her how horrible of a friend she is, “Doctor Strange, could you please check on Emery?”
“Are they not well? They are in the intensive care unit today for rounds.” His eyebrows furrow, worry lacing his features.
“No, um, they wear a binder and well they might over use it usually I keep tabs I just saw the clock and well…” Y/N looks up at Loki when he squeezes her hand in assurance.
“I will speak to them.” The Doctor nods, “I still expect the presentation of the case with the juniors taking the history.” He reminds as he exits.
Loki eyes the bags, looking at Y/N.
“You can do it… I’ll just close my eyes if that is comfortable for you. Kind of like a juice bag you know.” She giggles at the absurdity of the statement.
Loki chuckles, “Very rich in iron this juice.” He plays along, shifting off of the bed to grab the bags.
Y/N feels the stars receding, he is not even more than ten feet away.
In a blur Loki is back next to her.
“Was that as awful for you?” He cups her jaw, she nods.
“It, it was as though missing you but it ached.” She informs, the stars slowly return to their place as they did whenever Loki was nearby.
“The stars back yet?” Loki smiles as she nods, he makes a small tear on the bag, looking at her.
“You know I’ve had you feed from me.” She reminds him.
“That was an emergency.”
“Still, it doesn’t put me off, you need this for your optimal strength.”
Loki nods, bringing the bag close, the liquid coating his tongue, he hums as his fangs descend puncturing the bag further.
He is aware of her warm hand intertwined with his left one. Rubbing light circles. Her free hand preoccupied with texting Nia and Thor to fall back. He moves onto the second bag, the discards both in the red hazard bin.
Loki shifts their position again, Y/N faces Loki, his arm now around her waist.
“You need rest, witchling—darling—Y/N.” He tells her, annoyed that he muddled over the affectionate terms. After her declaration he isn’t sure of what to say to her.
Y/N strokes her thumb across his cheek.
“You can use the nicknames.” She shifts closer towards him, her head tucked under his chin.
Y/N relishes in his scent, no longer having to traverse through the memory to pretend he is close.
“I missed you.” She confesses.
“I missed you as well.” He exhales, turning to place a kiss upon her wrist.
The stars cascade between them, floating across their chests.
— — — —
“They can’t let the human ever go on a mission can they?” Nia angrily mutters.
“Well, it is for your safety.” Thor adds lightly.
“Safety-schmafety, the day I decided to be with a vampire I think that went out the window.” Nia crosses her arms.
Thor shakes his head as he makes the U-turn to head back to the hospital.
“I’d protect you with my dying breath.”
“You aren’t allowed to say stuff like that.” Nia swats his arm.
“It is true though. I mean right for the moment you dropped all the weights at the gym.” Thor teases, fondness blooms like a thousand tiny suns across their bond.
“We were not going to speak of that.” Nia groans but smiles, “I was surprised at your strength.”
“I was doing push ups.” Thor defends.
“One handed.” Nia recalls the day as easily as breathing.
Seeing Thor, just made her feel as though she was harbouring a mini solar system within her entirely made up of bright burning suns.
Thor smiles to himself, his own personal sunshine next to him.
He reaches over, grabbing her hand over the console bringing it up to his lips.
“I’d protect you too.” Nia confesses, “Till the sun burned out from within me.”
“Nia…” Thor gazes at her intently, his senses taking care of the drive, “I’d protect you till the suns I harbour cease to exist.” Nia affirms.
Fourteen Months Ago.
Loki’s classroom is unusually quiet. He sprung on a test for them to annotate a poem they were to discuss.
His green eyes trail over the students, thinking hard and long for formulating the correct answers.
Bucky sits next to Y/N, a bold move to invade the space that Loki shares with her.
Y/N sits in the second row towards the left corner, the first row is only occupied on the right corner.
As though he called out to her, Y/N’s eyes move from the paper to Loki. He raises an eyebrow, questioningly.
Y/N shakes her head looking back down, a frustrated sigh escaping past her lips. Bucky check up on her when he hears the sigh. Loki rolls his eyes, a grimace gracing his features.
“Mr. Barnes, eyes on your own paper please.” Loki chides.
Bucky returns his gaze to his own paper, Y/N looks towards him then toward Loki.
The words Loki spoken on Saturday repeat themselves within her.
Her heart lurches, bits and pieces that Loki had given her cloud her mind.
Loki watches as she grows lost in thought.
Is it not baffling?
He was so unwilling to have someone forced to love him and now that she might be taken away by someone else, he can’t lose her?
Loki breathes in deeply.
She saw him in a light he had not bothered to see himself with, the assignment he traced the pages she changed it, never sent him the original, the one he had begun to read.
Loki felt a small tickle of anxiety loom through the still forming bond. He focused upon Y/N. She was frantically writing away on the paper checking her watch for the time.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Y/N knew the poem, The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. The question Loki prepared was of two parts, the first to annotate the poem briefly and the second to write a minimum two hundred words for the appeal about the road less travelled upon, albeit it seemed she wouldn’t complete this test because the two hundred words never presented them to her and she only had ten minutes left.
“Is anyone done?” Loki questions his class, a chorus of panicked ‘no’s returns to him, “Will increasing the time help?” He asks and Y/N’s head snaps up her eyes convey her need for time.
“You have twenty minutes added so that gives you roughly a half hour, so I hope you all may try to cross two hundred words.” Loki takes a walk around the class as relieved sighs escape the frantic students.
“Thank you.” Y/N lowly whispers as he passes by and Loki offers her a smile.
Bucky Barnes’ hands shake, he blinks a few times. Gaze unfocused and this feeling of there being something dangerous near him takes his dread to tenfold.
He moves his eyes around the room, the dread increases when he find Loki looking at his own watch.
To be nervous of a professor is one thing but this weird feeling of dread was another thing entirely.
He remembers his grandmother telling him she used to get these feelings of dread whenever supernatural creatures were around, he has half the mind to scoff. Yeah, the professor gave a weird old timely vibe but not enough to warrant him being a creature.
Bucky sneaks a glance towards Y/N again. She’s gliding her pen across the paper and he makes sure to tell her a joke about lighting it on fire with the pace of friction against the paper.
The test concludes and Loki begins to gather the papers from each row, when he reaches Y/N’s end he gives her warm smile.
“I thought your paper would catch fire at the pace.” Loki chuckles as she blushes. Bucky frowns.
“I um,” Y/N shrugs, giving a small giggle.
Loki moves towards Bucky, when their hands meet as the paper is exchange Loki widens his eyes but quickly masks his discomfort where-as Bucky feels as though he has been burned.
What the fuck?
“Dismissed.” Loki announces quickly returning to his desk on the podium, the students begin shuffling out.
Y/N gathers her stationary slowly, wondering if she should speak to Loki now or take another day or two to give him a chance.
While she raises her eyes to meet green, blue ones meet hers.
“Bucky, hey!” She smiles brightly.
“Hey there, you could qualify for frantic writing as an Olympic sport.” He teases lightly. She rolls her eyes but laughs.
“I panicked.” Y/N explains.
“I did too.” Bucky agrees, he hands her the pencil-case she was to place back into the bag.
As their hands brush nothing occurs, Bucky deems maybe it was static that cause the reaction with the professor.
“Listen Poetess, I was hoping,” Bucky pauses as Y/N intently gazes at him.
Loki pretends to be busy organising the papers. His hearing focused on their conversation.
“That um, the date I described? The bookstore one?” Bucky prompts as she nods.
“The great intuitive insight of yours.” Y/N scrunches her nose as she teases and Bucky finds himself wanting to kiss her.
“Yes, that very insight.” Suddenly his mouth dries and he wondered, if asking her out this way is right or wrong.
Loki bites the inside of his cheek.
Please say no. He silently pleads through their bond.
“What about it?” Y/N smiles encouragingly, Bucky takes a deep breath.
“Today? Would you like to meet there? In the evening?” He bites his lip; her eyes linger on them for a moment it is all quiet.
Loki holds his breath unknowingly, Y/N then breaks out into a grin nodding.
“Is five-thirty, okay?” She wonders, Bucky nods enthusiastically.
Loki groans lowly, had his confession had no impact?
Or was she merely trying to not get attached to the vampire?
Or was the bond really not forcing her at all?
The two walk in step towards the door to the classroom.
“I have to run some errands so I’ll meet you there directly?” Y/N informs Bucky, his hand finds the small of her back as he lets her step out first.
“Of course, though I would love to pick you up but we can keep that for next time.”
“Already making plans for a third date Mr. Barnes?”
“What can I say, I believe we will.” Bucky winks at her.
“Oh, is that the intuition speaking?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, Bucky shrugs.
“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Bucky gestures zipping his mouth shut and throwing the key.
Y/N laughs, the mirth cascades over her, though she doesn’t feel the stars.
They walk to the diverging hallway their destinations on opposite ends.
Loki watches them, having stepped out for returning to his office.
Bucky waves goodbye before leaving, Loki nears feeling the tendrils of remaining mirth from Y/N.
She feels stars begin to glow over her, she turns around to find Loki walking in her direction.
“Professor?” She says when he is nearer, Loki slows down to a stop in front of her.
“Miss Y/L/N.” He greets noting the scarce students gracing the hallways.
“I wanted to discuss the assignment, is now a good time?” Y/N deems speaking to him sooner than later is better for the two of them.
Loki is taken aback at her sudden interest to speak to him.
“Yes, I have an hour till lunch free I believe we can discuss your concerns.” Loki gestures towards the path of his office.
They walk in step, Loki notices her lingering gaze upon him.
He opens the door for her allowing her to step inside before him.
Y/N steps to the side allowing him way to enter.
Her eyes fall on his desk, a small blush coating her features about a certain train of thought.
Loki feels a warmth bloom, he follows her gaze to the box of chocolates on his desk.
“You kept the box?” Y/N wonders if he can sense the surprise in her voice.
“You brought them for me.” He simply answers. “I kept a souvenir.”
“Also, you need to sit I believe taking too much weight still is not advised?” He shifts the chair back and Y/N settles down.
Loki takes his designated seat opposite to her.
“So, what about the assignment?” He waits for her response.
“Well, that was a ruse I actually wanted to um, discuss what happened… what you said…” Y/N begins hesitantly.
“Oh, what about it?” Loki hopes to ground himself, suddenly nervous.
“I, whenever you’re near I feel these stars? Its so strange like they wait for you?” Y/N chuckles at the absurdity.
“Would it ease your nerves that I feel them too?” Loki softly smiles, she nods.
“The weeks you came over and we spoke, I felt as though the silly crush I had may have some substance.” Y/N picks at the lint from her tights.
“And then the night before you disappeared… we well kissed. When you went onto zero contact I thought, things were ruined.” She confesses.
“I truly apologise for how I handled my communication; you deserve better.” Loki exhales, pursing his lips.
“Thank you for saying that, I, I understand there are things you may have not wanted to share given your perception to how things are, or maybe your experiences,”
“But I, I cannot um, I cannot accept being closed out or shunned from someone to whom I would give my heart.” She grips the handle of the chair then dares to look up at Loki.
“Are you telling me you do not want to pursue us?” It takes everything in him to not want to confront these feelings to avoid them to bury them deep.
Keep them there till he goes numb.
Y/N’s eyes widen in panic,
“Loki no I, I’m telling you that if we want to pursue this potential relationship, I need you to not be closed off but I understand that certain things will take time, and that I’m,” She takes an inhale.
“I was once with someone, he never defined the relationship, whenever I asked for something more he would close off, then talk sweet nothings and try to manipulate it. If he needed anything? I’d be there but if and when the tables turned my effort wasn’t reciprocated. I cannot go through that.”
“Well, I’m not going to do what that fool did to lose you.” Loki assures.
Y/N smiles, Loki clears his throat.
“Are you and Mister Barnes in the middle of a potential courtship?” Loki wonders curiously.
“I will be letting him know that I’m not interested to pursue anything other than friendship.” Y/N informs, Loki nods.
“I believe this means I have to take you on a date?” Loki gives her a warm smile, the one he always reserved for her.
“If you want to, I’m not pushing you for anything that may be uncomfortable. Also, there is the case of you being my professor.” She says, returning to pick at the lint.
“The course will end soon; we can go public here then I will inform the board two weeks after the course ends. Does that seem alright?” Loki wants to make her look into his eyes.
Y/N nods, still not meeting his gaze.
Loki stands, making his way towards her, he unbuttons his blazer before he kneels before Y/N. Gently taking her hands in between his own.
“I know it may seem as though I do not want to be seen in public with you but, I do not want to put your future at this university at stake. I can’t ask that from you.” Loki intently looks at her as she raises her gaze to meet his own.
“I don’t want your future here at stake either.” She reiterates, “We can wait to go public.”
Loki kisses the back of her hand.
“Do you have plans for lunch?” He enquires.
Y/N nods, “Have to meet up with Nia, she wants a new dresser for the room.”
“At this point the two of them need to buy two pieces of each furniture item.” Loki deadpanned.
Y/N laughs, “How did they even manage to break a dresser?”
“They even broke my rosewood writing desk.” Loki shakes his head.
“That is bad.”
“At least they did not venture into my room.”
Y/N watches Loki consider the thought and she does the same for her own room, both of them shudder and then break into a fit of laughter.
— —- —- —-
James Buchanan Barnes was having an awful day. He went from a happy morning to a stupid test where his professor made him feel like his hand was burned.
Then when he touched Y/N he felt a tingling buzz through him.
But this right now takes the cake, he knows he left his history draft on his desk this morning, he purposely did because it was a shit draft. He was going to grovel in front of the professor for an extension but then he thought if he has the shit draft, he can make his case about it being a shit draft.
After all Professor Ahmed though a strict and meticulous person taught them enough to recognise their own potential.
So now he wonders holding the aforesaid shit draft in his hand, exactly how to grovel?
He really, really implores the depths of his mind as to how the fuck is it in his bag and not shit anymore.
There is even a paragraph he wanted to type but never did get too because that idea struck him five seconds before he found the draft.
‘I really wish I had a green pen right now.’
“Oh, I have a green pen, here you go.” Bucky offers the pen to the wide-eyed classmate.
“Uh? Are you a psychic?” The student takes the said pen.
“No, um why?” If this day gets any weirder Bucky promises he’s going to call his grandmother.
“Well, I wished I had this very colour and you well, magically procured it.”
“I’ve been told I’m intuitive…” Bucky shrugs.
The conversation ends as Professor Ahmed enters the room, carrying her laptop and a few papers.
Half an hour later, Bucky stands nervously as Professor Ahmed’s eyes scan over the shit but not shit draft, her hand fidgets with the treasured fountain pen with which she grades all their submitted assignments.
‘If he could just re-arrange the paragraphs, he will have something solid.’
“I know the paragraphs are oddly placed, I wanted to ask for an extension I feel if I have just a few more hours. I know it is a strong paper.” Bucky scratches the back of his head.
“You read my mind; I was just thinking to correct the flow.” She writes the comment in the margin. Then a praise for the paragraph that he wanted to write but hadn’t but it was still ever present.
Professor Ahmed hands him back the paper with a proud look.
“You keep doing this Mr. Barnes and I think we can discuss that academic position.”
Yup he will continue magically producing great drafts. Bucky smiles and nods.
“Thank you, I’m sorry for cutting off your comment about the paragraph flow…”
“Mr. Barnes I never said anything, you initiated the conversation about what I was thinking.” Professor Ahmed smiles and dismisses him, Bucky blinks a few times then returns to his seat head in his hands.
‘Should I just leave the pen there or ask him what is wrong?’
“You can just leave it there.” Bucky answers without looking up.
The pen is returned and the classmate scurries off.
Bucky realises he did not actually hear a verbal thought.
He turns to face Maria Hill, another person in running for either the PhD position and the academic position.
“Hey.” He greets, she takes off her glasses and smiles in response.
“Hey, I heard the academic comment so if you’re outta the race for the PhD that is mine.” She warns teasingly.
He chuckles dryly, “Can I ask you something and you won’t be weirded out?”
“I’ve seen you scarf down 500ml of iced coffee during our TA phase I think it is tough to weird me out.” She looks over him warily, “Is it about the girl from your creative writing class?”
She pokes his shoulder when he blushes.
“Oh, someone is a smitten kitten.” Maria teases.
“Well, I do have a date so let’s see how that goes.” Bucky answers nonchalantly.
“So, what did you want to ask? Make out tips? Date tips?”
“Oh, I have the perfect date down to the dot.” Bucky smugly grins, brushing lint off of his shoulder in confidence.
“The confidence in here is at Everest.” Maria grins.
“Okay, okay, so um chose one of the following and I’ll guess, red, blue, lavender, pink.”
She looks at him pointedly.
“Humour me please?” He requests.
Maria goes over the options,
‘Lavender.’
“Lavender.” Bucky answers in synchronous with her thought
“Woah okay.” Maria is bewildered.
“Okay next, think of a number between one and five thousand.” Bucky knows he might sound insane.
‘Three-thousand eight hundred and fifty-six no fifty-one’
“Three-thousand eight hundred and fifty-six no, fifty one” Bucky says.
“How the hell are you doing that!” Maria covers her mouth.
“I really don’t know lucky guess?”
“Even the switch of a number?” She raises an eyebrow.
Yeah, he’s definitely calling Grandma Barnes.
Bucky only shrugs in response, when his phone buzzes he is sure he replicates the shock Maria had upon her face when his grandmother’s picture flashes across the screen as she calls him.
Most of the classroom is doing their own thing and Professor Ahmed is still going through papers.
“Hey Gramma.” Bucky greets as a calm washed over him.
“How is my little Bucky?” He can hear the smile in her voice.
“I was thinking about you.” He says honestly.
“I had a feeling, hence the call. Have you been guessing thoughts?” Her gentle voice questions.
Bucky feels his shoulders sag, “I don’t know how am I being able to do so…”
“Can you come down for a visit? Its better if we converse in person. You will get time to return back by five thirty.”
“How do you—, never mind.” Bucky shakes his head knowing her uncanny ability.
“I’ll see you in an hour Bucky.” Gramma says as they bid each other good bye.
Present.
Doctor Strange makes his way through the crowd. His chest feeling constricted, briefly wondering if the theory put forth by Loki holds water.
The doors to the department, he uses his heightened hearing to locate the sole heartbeat in the empty department. Accompanied by ragged breathing.
“Emery?” Stephen calls out.
The screech of velcro and a groan originate from the back room. Stephen knocks on the door.
“Emery? Are you okay?” Stephen calls out.
“I—,” Emery sniffles, chest still feeling raw as they struggle to breathe.
“Y/N’s awake, she asked me to check up on you. I know about the binder; do you need anything?” Stephen struggles to not rip the door off, their breathing pattern sounding off.
“I—, I went over the limit, I want to take it off but I don’t, I don’t have anything oversized.” Emery’s broken voice comes through.
“Emery, I want you to please try to breathe in the limit of the binder. I will be back in 5 breaths.” Stephen assures.
“You will?” Emery wonders lightly tugging that the binder digging into their skin.
“I promise.”
Something about Stephen Strange’s presence calmed Emery.
“Okay, I, I’ll start…”
“Five breaths and I’ll be back, Inhale, please.”
The small breath reaches his ears and Stephen rushes towards his office, with Emery’s second exhale.
On the fourth exhale his blue shirt is in his hands, as Emery sighs between breaths Stephen knocks on the door.
“I’ve got a shirt; it is in my size so I believe it should meet your over-sized criteria.” The doctor informs.
“Okay… are you sure you’re okay with me, having it?” They ask, one hand on the door knob.
Stephen places his hand on the doorknob as well.
“Completely. You can keep it for however long it provides comfort. If you I could keep a set here in the event you require something oversized but do not have one.” The professor explains hoping his voice carried comfort.
“I don’t mean to make it a habit.” They dryly chuckle.
“Please don’t wear the binder outside of stipulated hours, I, I can understand your friendship with Y/N warrants further comfort but please do not hesitate to reach out in-case you need to speak to someone in her absence.”
The lock clicks, Emery opens the door enough so that the shirt can be given into their hand.
Emery takes a breath, “Holy shit this is an expensive brand.” Their fingertips trace the label.
“It will be very comfortable. I assure you. I will be in my office so you can change with ease,”
“Will you stay outside?” Emery requests.
“Of course.” Stephen assures, stepping back near the door.
The sound of fabric then Velcro reach his ears.
Emery sighs with relief as the restrictive material finally parts with their skin. They try not to stare at the jagged lines indented onto their skin but the mirror in the far corner does pique curiosity.
They clamber over with Doctor Strange’s shirt in hand. Staring at their own reflection and how the colour of the shirt brings out their skin in a way they never knew could.
“How are you fairing, Emery?” Strange’s baritone of concern pushes an edge of comfort onto them.
“I’m, I’m not okay but, I think I will be, thank you for the shirt,” they say as their hands move through the sleeves as they button it up.
A laugh bubbles over from their belly. Strange smiles at the closed door.
“Do not laugh.” Emery warns, as the knob turns.
“I would never.” Strange promises as the door reveals Emery’s bright eyes and flushed face the shirt several sizes too big upon their frame.
Stephen smiles endearingly, “The colour looks lovely upon you. Brings out the brightness in your eyes.” His breath hitches when Emery looks into his eyes with their own.
A blush coats their cheeks, and they smile shyly. They tug at the sleeve of the shirt.
“Have you eaten yet?” Stephen breaks out of the stupor.
“Oh um, not, not yet. I’ve got some pasta I made; would you like to share?” Emery offers, “It’s, pesto so unless you’re allergic…”
“It is one of my favourites.” Stephen tells them truthfully, only limited human food brought him joy, “I have this spot I usually eat at, unless you want to stay inside?”
Emery stares at the taller man, his tone hopeful, “Is it on campus?” They look down at their own hands.
“It is a park nearby.”
“Lead the way, I feel like fresh air would do me some good.”
Stephen smiles, as does Emery.
They use the communal kitchenette to head up their respective food, Stephen grabs his car keys to retrieve the blanket he carried to the park.
Emery stays quiet for part of the walk, sneaking glances at Stephen ever so often.
“Is something on your mind?” Stephen questions as they enter the park’s shrubbery covered archway.
“Just, um, momentarily felt you’re taking pity on me.” Their hesitance at the admittance apparent.
“Emery, I can understand why it would appear seemingly so, but please, know that I only offered because I would like to get your mind away from what happened. I understand those thoughts may return but, please I would never approach out of pity.”
They’ve stopped walking, Stephen’s spot in mere feet away.
Emery gazes into his blue eyes which hold an emotion they can’t fathom. Tears brim at the corner of their own eyes.
“T-thank you. I, you’ve always been so inclusive and I never felt like an outsider in your department. Thank you.” Emery wipes the stray tears away, Stephen’s hand twitches by his side.
“I believe everyone should have a safe space to be their truest self, not all are lucky enough to have that at home.” Stephen looks towards the lake that begins from his spot.
“Did, did your family not support something?” Emery blurts out as the pair begin walking in tandem again.
“They did not support my desire for a career in medicine. My father was a miserly businessman and I could not find it in myself to fleece people.” Stephen explains, Emery grabs two corners of the blanket helping to set it down then the two lay the water bottles and food boxes.
“I’m sorry, I can understand that must have been a tough fight.” Emery sighs, reaching out to provide a comforting touch to Stephen’s palm. They hover above as they wait for Stephen’s permission.
The doctor nods, Emery places their hand upon his, eyes widening when they feel an electric pulse coursing between their palms.
Fourteen Months Ago.
Y/N stands near the display window of the bookstore. Eyeing the current top-rated books but nothing calls out to her.
Bucky watches her from across the street where he stands in the shadows a truth about himself revealed.
Bucky lifts his phone to his ear, watching as Y/N furrows her brows looking around before answering the call.
“Hey,” She still looks around.
“I’m not yet at the bookstore.” Bucky informs her, watching her shoulders sag in disappointment.
“Will you be a while? I don’t mind waiting.” Her fingertips trace over the poetry book he had kept in mind for her.
“No, I won’t be coming in, I’m taking a few months off.” He closes his eyes, at her sharp inhale.
“Why? Is, is everything okay?” Y/N steps out of the bookshop, leaning against the wall her eyes on her boots.
“I—, I wish I could explain better, but I can’t, it is a family thing in a nutshell.”
“Oh, um it is not anyone who has fallen sick is it? Is it Gramma? Is she okay?”
“No, no, nothing like that just, some work has come up and the entire family has to be there.”
Y/N looks up to the evening sky.
“Any idea when will you be back?”
“No, it…is… indefinite.” Bucky takes a steadying breath.
“What about the course? And your academic or PhD position?” Y/N bites her lip with worry, he had been working so hard.
“On hold. They promise to reward my hard-work if I return.”
“If?” Y/N wonders what could possibly cause this much of an uprooting in his life.
“You always catch onto the finer things.” Bucky smiles knowingly.
“Bucky, are you, are you not returning?”
“I will, I do not know when.” He assures.
“Then,fuck. Why does this seem like a permanent goodbye?” Y/N runs her hands through her hair.
“I know you have stronger feelings for someone else.”
Bucky exhales as the shock on her face wears off.
“Just, just please stay away from Loki after the course, I, he gives me a bad feeling.”
“James, you’re throwing me off.” Y/N lets out a frustrated groan.
“Are you leaving because of me not having strong enough feelings for you or are you leaving because there is something unavoidable? I, I never wanted to hurt you.” Y/N bites her lip, her throat closing up.
“Please don’t cry.” Bucky requests, Y/N looks to the side and shakes her head, trying to shake the tears away.
“Bucky,” she says his name as if it could be a reason.
“I’m not leaving because of you. I can assure you that much. Although I hope I can come back to find you for the date to complete, Poetess.”
Y/N closes her eyes, why did this hurt so much?
“Bucky please, I, can’t I see you? Before you leave?” She begs, there was always a blossoming friendship between them, it was as though they were at a crux in time with each other.
“Y/N.” Bucky sighs, “It will be harder to leave.”
Y/N shakes her head, a bitter taste at how this evening was playing out and then her eyes meet his blue ones across the road.
Bucky doesn’t speak, nor does Y/N, they can hear their breaths and watch the condensation of exhales as the air grows colder.
Bucky feels his phone buzz, he pulls it away to see his uber is pulling up in a minute.
Y/N’s eyes fall to the suitcase near his feet.
“Why couldn’t you say goodbye to my face?” She finally finds her voice.
The silver vehicle parks in front of him, the window lowered.
“Uber for James Barnes?” The man calls out loud enough.
Bucky looks back at Y/N, he knows his eyes are getting glassy. He knew this could have bloomed into something great, maybe not a relationship but a cherished friendship.
Bucky nods at the driver the trunk popped open, mechanically he goes through the motions of placing his case in as Y/N watches her feet ache to run across and offer comfort but they stay planted into the ground.
Bucky knows he could run to her and seek comfort but he knows that what awaits needs to be done on a priority.
The brunette gets into the car, his hair slips out of the bun slightly when he lowers the window, the car slowly pushes into drive.
Bucky’s voice breaks as he says his parting words, “Because I never wanted to say goodbye.”
“Bucky, please.” The hold on her limbs breaks when he stops looking at her, Y/N steps forward but is pulled back by a pair of familiar arms as a few cars rush past her.
“Y/N what do you think you were doing?! Going out into the street like that!” Thor exclaims, doing a once over, her eyes remain on the path that the silver car took, she looks at her phone and the call is cut, when she tries dialling Bucky’s number again a message of the phone being unavailable greets her.
“He left.”
“Who?”
“Bucky.”
“The warlock—war thesis creative classmate?” Thor corrects himself quickly, he is relieved when he concludes Y/N is too distracted to catch on to his slip.
Y/N looks down, at her hands, “Are, are you heading home?” She questions.
“Yes, Nia asked for a few things I just finished picking them up. Do you want to carpool?” Thor looks at her worried.
“No, I um, I don’t want to intrude date night, I’m just going to be here for an hour or so, I’ll be back home later.”
“You know we wouldn’t mind if you were at home. Are you feeling alright?” Thor places his hand on her arm, Y/N looks up at him, feigning a smile and nodding.
“Yeah, just, just feeling a bit low. I’ll
Be fine around the books.” She bids him goodbye and scurries into the bookstore.
— — —
Loki feels a rush of sadness surge through the bond. He pauses mid sip of his scotch and reading of the email sent by James Barnes.
It coincided with their date time so what was going on?
He grabs his jacket, ditching the need for his car in favour of his own bodily speed.
He enters the bookstore as the intensity of the sadness heightens, Y/N sits tucked away in a corner a pile of books untouched. Intermittently sniffling.
A small lone star presents itself in her chest and Y/N looks up to find Loki gazing at her with worry.
“Did he hurt you?” Loki feels venom coat his tongue at the prospect of the warlock causing harm to her.
“No. He left; I–, he knew I didn’t have deeper feelings but the way he just left without explaining anything. It is just, he stood there on the opposite side he never came over to speak.” A fresh batch of tears stain her cheeks and Loki leans in front of her, his thumb and index finger wiping them away.
“I understand how the loss of a friendship feels, that to one that held prospects of being a long friendship.” Loki continues wiping away the tears that still spill, “It will hurt, till how long you choose that, a week, a month, a year. I know it will be hard today and tomorrow but maybe with time you may understand why he left. Even accept the way he left.” His assurance washes over her, the vampire knows when he comes clean about himself, she may be open to understanding the remaining supernatural entities that walk the earth. Then when the time came her own self.
Y/N nods, allowing Loki to comfort her.
“Would you like me to read to you? We haven’t in a while.” Loki traces over the spines of the books she’s picked out.
He pauses over the book of love by Rumi,
“I hear nothing in my ear but your voice.
Heart has plundered mind of its eloquence.
Love writes a transparent calligraphy, so on
the empty page my soul can read and recollect.”
“You’ve read it?” Y/N smiles as Loki smiles at her.
“I have.”
“Do you have any other quotes from the book you find favourable?” Y/N watches as he sits next to her on the small couch.
“Another which is taken from between a larger piece.” Loki admits, after a moment of thought.
“Will you recite it?” She requests, he smiles.
“Maybe another moment in time I will, first though, I need to know if you have eaten?” Loki gives her a pointed look when she attempts to lie.
“No…” Y/N admits, playing with the zipper of her bag.
“I’ll get two coffees and some cake for you; I believe they have a new Nutella cake.” Loki laughs endearingly as her face breaks out into a beaming smile.
He excuses himself to place the order.
Present.
Y/N sighs relieved as Doctor Strange texts Loki that Emery is alright and that he is even making sure they eat before going back home.
Her head rests once again on his chest and the small glimmer of stars fix their places in the constellation that is the bond the vampire and human share.
Loki presses his lips to her temple, Y/N feels a tug within her at the gesture she missed so dearly.
“When I was apart from you,
this world did not exist, nor any other.” Loki declares, Y/N shifts her head to look up at him. Hazily the brain recalls their conversation about Rumi’s pieces and Loki’s promise to recite a piece he favoured.
“Where there is ruin there is hope for a treasure.” Loki brushes his nose over her jaw.
“Do you still think of yourself as lesser than you are?” Y/N questions once more.
“I find that I am not worthy of several blessings that I have had the fortune to hold in my arms, you are one of them.” Loki admits.
Y/N shifts, sitting up and facing Loki.
“You are worthy.” She whispers, “Why can you not fathom that?”
“I have done things, I hurt you. Y/N, please—,” Loki pauses, the lingering scent of an unwanted presence descends into the room.
“We need to leave, the vampire who attacked you is here.”
In a blur Loki has her at the door, the patient scrubs are still what she wears, Loki hands her bag to her.
Grabbing her close to him again he blurs outward, when he is at the edge of the forest, Loki finds his lower half pulled backward.
Y/N whimpers as she’s ripped harshly away from her mate.
“Loki!” Y/N screams, her back pressed against the chest of the vampire.
Loki is quick to stand back up, “Leave her be.” He warns venom pooling in his mouth.
“I just enjoy her taste, pretty boy.” The cloaked vampire shrugs, dragging Y/N away.
Loki launches himself to grab the vampire only to find that an he has been entrapped in a vampire weave.
“Fuck, fuck,” Loki punches relentlessly, the witch or warlock causing this needs to let him go for him to find her.
Loki retrieves his phone texting both Stephen and Thor about what has occurred.
He brings down his fists against the wall of the trap, the luminous wall shakes but does not relent.
Loki feels his knuckles bruise and heal as he keeps trying to get out of the weave.
Panic floods the bond and Loki cries out in pain at being helpless for his mate.
—- —- —
Y/N knows her spell should work. She’s constantly pressing her palms trying to get the shockwaves out to run but the depletion of her newly acquired energy is still lowered.
Someone was watching them.
“You know, I’ve tasted your blood before.” The wind whips around her, something in her mind reminds her of the impending danger the man’s voice brings. <
Warnings:angst, mentions of depression, discussion about depression, allusions to previous self harm (not graphic), allusions to non consensual occurrences by secondary character, fluff, a bit of steamy things between reader and loki, angst between thor and oc, a new good character, steamy stuff between thor and oc, Minors DNI
Word Count: 8011 (i have no words cause all of them went in this chapter)
“Thor Odinson. You absolute information withholding shit head!”
Thor feels Nia’s wrath across their bond before he hears her. Her heels echo and the scent of her hairspray lingering amongst the silage of her natural sweet scent gives him knowledge today was a mock trial she participated in; Thor feels scared.
“Oh you should be afraid!” Nia narrows her eyes, throwing her bag onto the couch, Thor stands holding the box of nuggets.
“Exactly what is it you are mad about, babydoll? I—,”
“Don’t you dare use nicknames.” She pushes her index against his chest, jabbing it for effect.
Nia finds her gaze move to the box of nuggets, her anger dulling only minutely, she grabs the box, eating one, her glare still affixed upon him.
Thor thickly swallows, following her actions.
“Nia—,” Thor shuts up at her intensifying glare. She shoves the box back into his hands.
Thor looks down at the empty box; how did she eat them this quickly? Always?
“You did not bother telling me, me, your girlfriend, magically chosen forever soulmate that my best friend and your brother are soulmates? I have to find out from her!” Nia raises both hands upward, hair moving with her.
“I thought it would be best if you didn’t know—,” He tries defending.
“Best?” Nia shakes her head.
“You would only try to make it happen, you know Loki’s stance on—,” He runs a hand through his hair.
“That buffoon,” Nia pinches the bridge of her nose, then looks at her soulmate.
Thor wants to laugh, the corner of his lip twitches.
“Don’t you dare laugh, you’re equally a buffoon.” Nia can’t help but ignore the mirth flowing from Thor towards her own heart.
Sometimes she hated the bond.
“Babydoll, you know his stance, I know you want what is best for Y/N but Loki needed to realise and act upon his feelings on his own accord.”
“So he confessed now at the ending of the creatives course?” Nia confirms.
“He did tell me, landing her into trouble is not what he wanted. Faculty student relationships are frowned upon.” Thor’s blue and brown irises soften, Nia sighs, cupping his cheek.
“He better not hurt her.” Nia warns, “I will stake him.”
Thor snorts, “I’d enjoy seeing that.” The mental image of Nia running behind Loki with a dagger too hilarious.
“He won’t tell her about our truth for a few months.” Thor lets her in on the plan.
“Ugh, it is frustrating keeping this a secret. I’m literally living my teenage fantasy.” Nia giggles, kissing Thor’s cheek.
“Wait,” Thor pauses, doing a double take over the conversation.
Nia grins sheepish as her slight coercion comes into light.
“You extorted information.” Thor now narrows his eyes at her.
“I wanted to know if he is serious, I don’t want my best friend hurt because suddenly Loki found his actual soulmate.” Nia shrugs.
He sets the box down, picking her up with ease, her legs wrap around him.
“And what fantasy is that?” Thor raises an eyebrow, Nia bites her lip.
“Oh just, having a vampire boyfriend who keeps me up at night.” She brushes her lips against his, the temperature difference urges something primal within her.
Their wanton gazes meet, the bond hums electrified, beckoning them closer.
Nia moans as Thor’s hands grab her ass, moving up her back and his lips meet hers with need.
They don’t make it past the hallway.
They also manage to also break the coffee table.
Loki and Y/N enter the house to find small splinters of oakwood everywhere accompanying loud moans from the second floor.
“We can just go to the coffee shop or….” Y/N suggests horrified.
“Yes, I um—,” Loki pauses as another loud bang resounds, his palm rests at the small of her back, guiding her back to his car.
Present.
“Thor Odinson.” Nia’s voice is calm. Their bond however, is screaming at him.
“Nia, I was going to—,” He tries speaking only to be cut off,
“When in these past eleven months, were you going to choose to share vital information?” Nia crosses her arms.
“Nia there was a lot going on…” Thor sighs, reaching out to grab her hand.
Nia moves away from him.
He feels his heart ache.
“No, I cannot believe you. We are supposed to be a fucking team. Telling each other everything. Sticking together.” Nia’s voice grows louder with each sentence.
“Nia, please let me explain, I cannot tell you, it has to be the choice of the witch.” Thor steps closer towards her.
She moves backward.
“Nia.” Thor finds himself wanting to beg her not to move away. It ached and hurt keeping things from her but he had to, withholding for protecting was counterproductive but what he needed to hold back he did.
“And what about this?” Nia holds up the polaroid of the wall with the message in blood.
“Where did you find this?” Thor grabs it away from her.
“When were you going to bother telling me?” Nia presses on,
“Nia, this is not the time nor place.” Thor clenches his jaw.
He can pick up the argument ensuing between Y/N and Loki.
“She’s awake.” Thor adds.
“Are you avoiding answering me?” Nia raises an eyebrow.
“I thought you would be worried about your best friend.” He runs a hand through his hair yet again. A frustrated sigh escaping him.
“You promised you would tell me. What else are you withholding? Did you know why Loki left? Is that why guilt surges through our bond when we have to pick Y/N up from those dumps?” Nia’s eye brim with tears.
Thor contemplates, eyes widening when he hears Y/N knows about the memory obscuring done all those months ago.
“Answer me.” Nia draws him back to present.
“Nia,” Thor closes his eyes.
“You let him go? Knowing the consequences?”
“It, I didn’t understand how it got this way, they did not even form the bond fully…” Thor opens his eyes, Nia shakes her head.
“You could have stopped him.”
“Nia, he had to leave, Alexander, is a bigger threat to—,”
“She could have died Thor. Does he realise he could have lost her? Do you realise you could have lost your friend? I could have lost my best fiend?” Nia’s voice breaks, sobbing fully.
The bond overcome with sadness and pain.
Thor wraps his arms around her.
Nia tries pushing him away, he only wraps his arms tighter. His eyes prick with venom.
“Why?” Nia questions after a few minutes of being in his embrace.
“Our father,” Thor feels sick at the word, “Eliminates covens, and the coven she belongs to have been kind to vampires apart from the ones of Alexander’s vampire lineage.”
“He would have killed her?” Nia looks up at Thor, he nods somber, wiping her fresh tears.
“Was there any other way?” Nia wonders.
“He could have turned her.” Thor whispers.
“Why didn’t he? Oh come on, he doesn’t want to be with her?” Nia scoffs.
“Nia, he, look the bond being messed with would prevent—,” Thor stops eye widening in realisation.
“What?” Nia grabs his forearm.
“We need to head home, I need to speak with everyone, Zemo included.” Thor retrieves his phone shooting a text to everyone to meet up.
“What,” Nia begins and Thor looks at her intensely.
“I believe I know what has been occurring because of her drug use.” He completes.
“You think it was blocking her witch instincts as well as the bond?” Nia mirrors his theory.
“Yes, but knowing Loki was gone this information only a few of us knew. Even her witch status.”
Thor and Nia’s gazes meet as they try and process who could be the leak.
Fifteen Months Ago.
“Ah, I trust all is well with your mate, Loki?” Zemo smiles warmly despite the current predicament he finds himself in with the brothers.
Thor rolls his eyes, crossing his arms leaning against the opposite wall.
Don’t hit him, don’t hit him, don’t hit him. He chants.
Loki looks between the two, he sits in the chair placed in front of Zemo, the dagger still in place.
“How are your ankles and wrists?” Loki looks over, the injuries are healing albeit slower.
“I’ve been in better health.” Zemo licks his dry lips, humming as the gesture irks Loki.
“Why must you imagine, I’m preying upon your unclaimed mate?” He teases the green eyed vampire.
“As I remember you were trying to do the said action.” Loki feels his vampire side ebb to the forefront.
How dare he try to touch her?
“Unclaimed are free reign as I remember.” The bound man raises a defiant eyebrow.
“There are levels to it are they not?” Loki reminds the rule.
“You and I know when a witch is an unclaimed mate rules are foregone.” Zemo reiterates.
“Not when the witch is a coven member’s mate.” Loki glares, red rims surrounding his irises.
Zemo laughs, the red dies down.
Thor gazes at Loki.
He knows something more.
Should I enter his mind?
His powers are weakened, go forth.
They brothers look at their guest once more.
“Go on, read my mind.” Zemo taunts.
Loki rises, towering over Zemo. Locking his eyes with him, Loki begins to navigate through the crevices of Zemo’s mind.
“Ah, look at that.” Zemo tuts, “Such a profound moment in the bonding and you made her forget.”
“Shut up.” Loki mutters, continuing onward, flashes of his humanity.
Loki feels his shoulder being tapped, he turns a woman stands there,
“Are you here to find us?” She questions.
“Who are you?” He questions.
The woman opens her mouth to answer, but pauses then hurriedly scurries away when she looks past Loki.
“I suggest your not uncover that path.” Zemo walks up to him.
“Your mind is much more organised from what I previously recall.” Loki muses.
A small table with tea and pastries manifests in the centre of the room.
Zemo walks gesturing for Loki to follow.
They sit, Zemo pours the tea, “Milk, sugar?”
“One cube.” Loki watches intently.
“What will I put in? A mental attack of herbs?” He smirks, shaking his head, “You wound me.”
Loki waits for Zemo to sip his tea before he does the same.
“Do you know the extent of my ability, Loki?” Zemo sets his cup down, wiping the corners of his lips with a napkin.
“You capture the essence of people. You know intimately their fears, strengths, what do not speak.” Loki takes a breath, jaw set.
“Correct, much as your ability to enter the mind, I am more akin to the soul. You could say we make a dynamic duo.” The Baron sets the napkin down.
“We did, once upon a time.” Loki agrees.
“Then you will know, I know your fears and wants intimately.” Zemo muses.
“And you will know I know your mind likewise.”
Zemo smiles wickedly, Loki mirrors the feature.
“Then you will be finding about what I plan for Alexander.”
“Luna shall know.” Loki warns.
“Luna is aware of what I plan. I only wish to know if your brother shall join in upon the fun.” Zemo’s eyes hold an angered intensity.
“He shall not be opposed.” Loki finds himself grinning.
“We first need to discuss your witch-mate Loki. If the young vampire returns to Alexander, then you know it is all over.” Zemo warns.
Loki retreats from his mind.
Thor is eating a burrito when Zemo and Loki return to the physical space.
“What I got hungry.” Thor shrugs, “So when are we letting him go?”
“Ah, ever the just.” Zemo chuckles as the dagger is removed and he’s handed a bottle of rose salve.
“I know when deals are in my favour.” Thor affirms.
“Either claim her, or you must leave her out for Alexander to deem worthy or not,” Zemo slowly stands, moving his injured joints.
“Zemo.” Thor warns.
“It is true, he needs to decide. If not her fate rests as Luna’s was or the way Mir suffered, the consequences of Alexander’s actions induce only harm.” He completes.
“Mir claimed her mate.”
“She did not turn her soon enough.”
Loki thinks over, would it be so hard to accept Y/N as his mate? Apart from a few shared interests he doesn’t understand what would place her for him.
“Loki, mates aren’t forged just for the interests.”
“Get out of my soul.” Loki grumbles.
“She’s your mate because you were forged for her too.” He pats his back.
Thor wonders if this conversation would be of any help.
“I must catch hold of the rogue.” Zemo announces walking to the staircase.
“If I find a semblance, an iota of betrayal,” Thor’s voice is deep, laced with warning.
“You will feed me to the wolves.” Zemo completes.
“After taking my share.” Thor gives a menacing grin.
The shorter man looks at Loki, who shrugs, “Fair warning.”
Zemo nods then blurs out of view.
Loki feels pain across the bond.
Thor notices the wince, “Nia says Y/N is in a lot of pain.”
“I think we should check up on her.” Loki asserts.
“Brother, I think you need to go alone to see her.” Thor prompts.
The raven haired vampire contemplates, he knows no matter what the outcome he does not want her hurt, bonded or not.
Nor does he want Alexander to grasp at her.
He cannot have her be damned to eternity by a selfish man.
He cannot let her go, either; today having Y/N in his arms, the way she fit with him.
Could the bond take her will into account?
Could they fall in love despite the bond?
“Have you decided, brother?” Thor places a hand upon his shoulder.
Loki nods, looking up at Thor, he smiles at his younger brother.
— — —- —-
Y/N stifles the hiss that wants to makes its presence known, she finds it weird how she can feel those stars dancing across he chest as if something good is nearing her.
“Hey.” Nia knocks on the doorframe.
“Hey.” Y/N replies, sitting up slightly.
“You have a visitor.” Nia tries hiding her smile.
Y/N furrows her brows, “Who?”
“It is Professor Loki.” Nia giggles when her best friend blushes.
“What? Did you invite him in? Is he sitting?” Y/N sits up then winces when the pressure comes on her wrist.
“Nope.”
“Why is he outside?” Y/N stresses.
“Look at you blushing!” Nia teases.
“Nia.” Y/N exasperates.
“He wanted to know if you’re awake, he had to leave the hospital earlier so he was still worried about you. Said he would only come in if you were comfortable.”
“Oh, thats, that is sweet of him, yeah, let him in. He can come inside.” Y/N looks over her room, nothing too messy, just the little kibble midnight dropped outside her bowl.
Y/N hears muffled conversation occurring on the staircase.
“How is she doing?” Loki enquires as Nia leads him to the room.
“Quite a bit of pain, honestly the first two hours back home were fine. Now it is starting but the pain medication is still two hours away.” She explains, then curiously ponders, “Was everything alright at home? Thor said he’d come by but hasn’t.”
“He’s wrapping up a few loose ends should be here soon.” Loki gives her a smile.
Nia knocks on Y/N’s door, giving her a teasing look before Loki enters into view, and the stars cascade over her chest as though celebrating Loki’s presence and distracting her from the pain.
Loki smiles at Y/N, his earlier hesitation diminishing into a dull bygone when he feels the joy across the bond.
“Well I have a mock case to prepare let me know if anything is required.” Nia looks between the two before leaving for her own room.
“Gave me quite the fright, Y/N.” Loki takes in her room, a few pictures lining the walls, pet food bowls in the corner.
Her jewellery hangs in a display case on the dresser.
“I honestly don’t remember much of what happened, it is this mushed up blur.” Y/N shakes her head as if to clear the block.
“You did hurt your head as well. The preliminary report said that…” Loki pretends to recall as she nods. He feels relieved the memory is obscured.
“Oh shit um, sorry, uh you can um sit on the chair you will just have to move the book, I can’t—,”
“You hold onto these,” Loki holds out a bouquet of flowers, daffodils.
“Th-Thank you, Professor Lo—,”
“Please, just Loki.” He corrects.
“Thank you, Loki.” Y/N smiles bringing the flowers closer to softly trace the petals.
Loki picks up the book kept on her chair,
“Van Gogh?” He enquires sitting down still holding the book.
Y/N nods, resting the flowers upon her lap, “I’ve found his paintings to be very intriguing.”
“Most people find his story intriguing.” Loki comments, tracing the spine of the book.
“It is but they tend to think that, he painted during his depression episodes, while it is said he actually painted during his recovery phase.” Y/N looks up at Loki, his gaze softens.
“They say he had tried consuming yellow paint and other chemicals for finding happiness.” Loki adds.
“Another reason why him painting during those periods would not have been viable. I can understand his need for wanting something to make him feel happier.” Y/N shrugs.
“Have you experienced depression?” Loki wonders, his heart saddens at the thought that she would have to suffer.
“I never received a formal diagnosis, but after my parents were having several issues, I realised I was in a downward spiral, I took towards my own, ‘yellow paint’ of sorts to feel something, anything.”
Loki watches her tug the sleeve of her jumper.
The bond holds a reminiscence of the hurt and numbness as Y/N remembers the past few years.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that, please know you have me to listen, if at anytime you need me to do so, for you.” Loki gently places a hand upon hers which rests upon the bouquet.
They sit quietly, Loki observes her biting her lip. While deep in thought.
“Do you know daffodils signify new beginnings?” He questions, coaxing her out from the ravine of thoughts that never did her any good.
Y/N smiles down at the flowers again.
Then at their hands.
“What new beginning have you brought them for?” She looks up at him, Loki wonders how could her eyes hold so much hope?
A beginning that could end in tragedy.
“I’m holding out hope, for a beginning with someone actually.” He says instead, giving her a soft smile that she had only seen grace his features when they had chance run ins at different places.
“I hope it works out.” Y/N says, giving him a warm smile of her own. Her hand turns and their fingers intertwine, some how it feels as though deja vu holding his hand.
“I have an inkling it will.” Loki strokes the back of her hand with his thumb.
——- —— ——
It had been a week, Loki visited Y/N nightly bringing in her coursework on the days he held class. He’d take centre stage in her room, Midnight would watch from her spot on the top shelf when he recited poems and dictated annotations.
Often giving Y/N a wink, a smile as her cheeks would tinge pink and he’d hear her heart rate increase.
On the days when coursework was not involved they would talk, Loki seemed to always ask the questions. Deflecting giving answers for certain questions which she would ask, especially about his family.
Y/N stopped asking too personal questions she’d never stray from lighter surface topics of conversation. The wall Loki had left up between them did set her off to feel an uneasiness that maybe these moments were just that, moments.
Not a memento for keepsake of a blooming relationship.
That this was not a start of something that Y/N found to be tugging upon her chest each time her eyes met with his green ones.
Or that somehow she would know when he was at the door or that she would send him a text just as his thoughts were upon her.
Loki knew the consequences of either choice. He wanted to stop himself, pull away before things got too complicated.
Y/N was showing him facets of herself akin to a gemstone.
All he gave her in return were two dimensional responses.
Maybe she would choose to leave.
“Are your parents planning to visit?” Loki asked once as they finished watching Insidious. Nia and Thor had excused themselves to her room earlier.
“No, um since the divorce they sort of well…” Y/N gestures with her hand trying to indicate fading away.
“Do they know you’re hurt?” His eyes fall to her leg resting on the coffee table with a pillow, the two of them sat on the couch with the popcorn bowl next to each other.
The doctor (and Doctor Strange at the request of Loki) both had cleared her for limited weight bearing movements and Nia wanted to celebrate with a movie night.
Y/N nods, Loki’s hand twitches wanting to rest upon hers.
“I’m sorry.” He says, making a fist of his hand.
“Not a big deal, they said they will come in for graduation.” Y/N looks back at the credits rolling,
“Oh um, I’m cleared for coming back to class as long as I wear the pneumatic boot to offset the weight.”
“That is good news. Will I see you in class tomorrow?” Loki studies her form, her eyes stay absentmindedly upon the names gliding across the screen.
“Yes.”
Loki frowns, the stars floating across his chest die down.
“Are you upset, love?” His hand reaches for hers and she looks at the limbs, how his skin looks against hers and how incredibly right it feels having him next to her.
“No, just, tired.” Y/N bites her lip, she could cry later at night, the past ten days filled with his visits could be a memory she allowed herself to cherish.
Loki realises she is lying, what could be this upsetting?
“Are you sure?” The worry in his voice makes her look at him.
She nods, “I um, I did the assignment.”
“You finished it in a day?” Loki quirks an eyebrow but has a proud smile soon taking over his face.
“Well I didn’t have anything better to do so um,” Y/N shrugs.
“Six thousand words of a short story isn’t a small feat, that too in two days.” He commends, “When can I read it?”
Y/N’s eye widen, “Oh um on submission day.”
“You’re done with it, yes?” He gazes at her.
A nervousness takes over the bond.
“Yes…”
“Then I can read it.”
“My laptop is out of charge.”
“Did you use names you do not want me to see?”
Loki smirks when his suspicions are confirmed with her silence.
“Did you use my name?”
“No…” Y/N groans internally knowing her voice gives it away.
“Now you must show me.” He presses, voice light.
“You can read it when I submit it.” She presses.
Loki pouts, Y/N looks at him in disbelief.
“I’ve used Thor and Nia.” She backtracks.
“Oh.” His shoulders slump in the slightest.
“It gets sort of intense so I well, I don’t want you to read the characters as them.” She concludes.
For moment it is silent, Loki leans into the bond to know what her feelings are, he isn’t surprised to know that she is keeping up a charade.
“Could I use your laptop to check my email?” Loki looks at her.
Y/N nods, “It’s upstairs.”
“I’ll be right back.” He paces through the hall and is near the middle of the staircase,
“I thought it had no charge?” Loki smirks and bounds upwards when realisation dawns across Y/N’s face.
“Loki!” She bellows, getting up to follow him half limping, “Don’t you dare!”
“Your date of birth is the password, I’d hoped for better security.” Loki calls out mirth lacing his voice.
“Loki please.” Y/N tries again, before entering the room, he can’t read the story.
“‘His green eyes captivated her own, every time they met. As though invisible strings pushing them towards each other.’ ” Loki reads out, admiring the warm pink tinge taking over his Y/N’s cheeks.
“Loki—,”
“‘Opposite sides of the coffee shop, a black coffee for him a hazelnut latte for her. Sometimes her eyes would trace his frame, she would make up stories about him as he would read through the papers in his hands, the red ink pen moving rhythmically to his thoughts as he reads the words unknown to her. She smiles to herself as she observes his eyes aglow, he scribbles something across the page, something positive. The negative scribbling was harsher and his green eyes harboured a look of disdain accompanied by the furrow of his brow.’ ” Loki pauses, she noticed this about him?
“Just it is not done—,” Y/N reaches for the laptop, Loki shifts it away, she loses her balance.
Loki’s arm wraps around her waist, he knows the movement should knock a human down so he strategises.
They fall with a small thud onto her bed, her laptop safe as well.
Y/N looks at him, they lay sideways. Her eyes flicker to his lips, he licks them, her scent begins a crescendo into his senses.
He’d held off feeding for tomorrow, her heartbeats loudly, demanding his attention.
Y/N finds Loki tightening his grip upon her ever so slightly and pulling her closer.
She leans in, her eyes meeting his, asking is this okay?
Loki swallows, she’d seen him beyond moments spent together, beyond the times he kept his wall up.
The memory of their almost first kiss enters his mind.
Loki leans in as well, when their lips brush a shiver run up Y/N’s spine, Loki’s palm follows the direction the shiver. Warmth blooms over her skin at the movement.
Their lips meet, eyes closed, the stars shine bright around them.
Y/N cups Loki’s cheek as he deepens the kiss. The warmth from her palm etching itself upon his skin.
The taste of honey, mint intermingle with a sweetness so pure.
Y/N shivers again when his tongue sweeps along her bottom lip. Her lips part, a soft sound making past as his body moulds against hers.
The sound reverberates through Loki, he nips at her bottom lip, drawing out the sound again, a low growl rumbles from his chest, his grip tightens upon her.
Mine, mine, mine. The bond chants for him.
Y/N’s fingers tangle in his hair, the stars seem so pleased at the closeness. She’s wanted to be able to do this since so long. She whimpers audibly as his lips kiss along her jaw, trace over her neck, his nose brushes over her skin.
Why does he feel slightly colder than her but the heat that is searing by his actions has her wanton.
“Loki.” A breathless whisper, prayer even.
He hums against the sweet-spot found upon her neck, her grip on him tightens in response.
“You’ve bewitched me.” He admits, meeting her gaze, “I wish, I did not have to leave.”
The mirage breaks, of course, Y/N thinks.
How could this be any more than a fickle fantasy?
“Stay?” She pleads.
Loki closes his eyes, “Y/N.”
“Loki.” The plea with his name etches itself onto his un-beating heart.
Before he opens his eyes her lips meet with his again.
She would take any memento he would leave in her name.
Fourteen Months Ago.
The class next day of their kiss was cancelled. So was the next one. Culminating to a week of radio silence from Loki.
‘Hey, I hope you’re okay.’
‘Loki could we meet?’
‘Loki, please respond as soon as you have a moment.’
‘Thor says you’ve gone on a personal leave… Is everything alright?’
‘Is this because of what happened?’
Y/N stares at the phone, locking it with a huff. None of her messages answered. Did she cause a boundary issue?
Resting her head on her palms. It was stupid, stupid to have thought that anything could happen between her professor and her.
Nia spots her glum best friend in the corner booth.
“Heard you got the day off again.” Nia slides in, Y/N raises her head slightly then just rests it back down in defeat.
“Come on there will be other professors to admire, that Doctor Strange guy from the hospital seemed handsome.”
“He’s the director of the Physiotherapy Department aka my masters course director.”
“Well you do like authoritative figures.” Nia teases.
“Nia.” Y/N groans.
“Look, you kissed he chickened out no big deal. If he cannot respect you he shouldn’t attempt to be with you.” Nia shrugs nonchalantly, if they weren’t soulmates the heartbreak is more tolerable for Y/N.
“Its just so, frustrating? One minute he gets all close and caring and affectionate and then he just closes off. Never speaks of his family, I understand its difficult but, and then the whole coming home to teach? Then the kiss?” Y/N takes a sip of the abandoned coffee grimacing at the taste.
Nia’s phone chimes,
‘Hey, Loki is back therefore I will not be able to join you for dinner. I’m so sorry, I’ll visit later tonight.’ Thor’s text reads.
‘I will be asleep.’ She types back.
‘I know how to wake you up. ;)’
She blushes looking back up at Y/N, who is still in despair.
“Okay how about a girls night? Bowling and then arcade games?” Nia offers.
“That does sound good.”
“Settled then. Tonight at six.” Nia declares grinning and shooting a text to Thor about their plans.
Nia knew they were plotting against Alexander Pierce. If it were upto her she would just stake the man, vampire, monster. The stories Thor told her about what he went through played on her mind for days after.
Their conversion was horrific the abuse that a vampire named Brock Rumlow inflicted upon them had Nia wishing death upon the vampire.
Thor’s voice echoes in her mind, “There are all kinds of deviants that are created when the conversion happens, Rumlow is the worst kind, he has no extra powers but his actions and abuse…”
Despite his strength Thor had shivered at the memory, Brock’s hands everywhere, unyielding, bruises that would be healed by the conversion but his unsolicited non-consented touch. It had been torture to have those carry forwarded into immortality.
Nia sighs, lips pursed.
She feels bad for Y/N but if Loki is just messing around before finding his soulmate, she does not want her best friend to be a pass time for a vampire.
— — — —
The day is off for Y/N, she’s losing at bowling against Nia, she never loses.
Nia is winning despite throwing five gutter balls.
“You’re really off of your game today.” A voice comments from behind them as the two women wait for the pins to reset.
Y/N turns at the familiarity, “Bucky!”
“Y/N!” James Barnes greets happily, “How is the leg of the poetess?” He walks closer smiling widely.
“Eh, getting better, this boot is annoying though.” Y/N and James look down at the said item.
“Is it as bad as the boot makes it look?” His eyebrows furrow with worry.
Nia looks between them a grin spreading on her face.
“Oh no, the boot’s the worse aspect of it.” She brushes it off, Nia’s shift catches her eye.
“Oh um, Nia this is Bucky—James, and Bucky this is my best friend Nia.” Y/N introduces, James puts his hand forward Nia takes it.
“Why the two names?” Nia looks up at him and James feels he is being analysed.
“I prefer my friends calling me Bucky.” He answers, “You’re the to be kick ass lawyer?” He places a knowing guess.
“Yes. I am.” Nia grins at him.
“Y/N here, sings praises of you.” James chuckles, as they let their hands fall back to the side.
“Oh I’m hardly that great. Yet.” She brushes off.
“I heard you made the mock judge and jury cry. That is hardly not great.” James looks at Y/N.
“Haven’t seen you in two weeks, poetess.”
“Yeah I was,” she points to her boot.
“Still offended you didn’t let me come over.” He pouts.
“Bucky—,” She exasperates.
He raises his hands in defence, “I know, I know.”
Nia raises an eyebrow.
“He does extra classes and teaches at night school.” Y/N explains, smiling with adoration at Bucky.
“Just try to help out and stay on top of things.” He shrugs, a pink tinge on his cheeks.
“That is really amazing.” An idea pops up into Nia’s head, “James are you here alone?”
“Oh un yeah, my friends kind of gave me the last minute boot I was leaving then I spotted Y/N sitting, thought I’d say hi.” He explains.
“Would you like to join us? We were heading for dinner anyways…” Nia prompts and Y/N raises an eyebrow.
‘What are you doing?’ She mouths to Nia.
Nia ignores her waiting for James’ reply.
“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” he looks from
Nia to Y/N.
“You won’t be intruding.” Y/N shakes her head, he smiles.
“Then okay, alright. Where are we headed?” James offers his arm to Y/N.
She takes it frowning to herself when it feels as though the stars that were familiar to her slide away into a dullness as though blurred.
The trio find themselves outside the nearby diner, Nia up to no good decides it is as a good time as any to execute her plan.
“Oh shoot.” Nia groans, “I completely forgot about this,” She scrolls across her phone as James and Y/N stop to turn.
“Is everything alright?” She looks over Nia’s nervous form.
“No I, theres this assignment I was supposed to meet my group for, it slipped my mind.” Nia looks apologetic.
“Oh no thats too bad… We can do this another time if you need to leave.” Bucky says sullen.
“Oh no no, you guys carry on without me.” Nia pushes.
“You sure?” Y/N looks at her worried.
“Yes definitely.” Nia smiles brightly.
Y/N’s eyebrows furrow.
“I’ll have her back home safe.” James promises, Nia turns to smile at him.
“I’m positive you will, well have the blueberry cheesecake for me.” Nia saunters off to her car. Quickly shooting a text off to Thor about her playing cupid.
Bucky looks down at Y/N, she meets his azure gaze.
“She set us up didn’t she?” He questions, a half smile on his face.
“I think she did.” Y/N lets out a chuckle.
“Are you okay with the set up?” His eyes hold hopefulness.
“I am, I also have Nia’s card so dinner is on her.” Y/N giggles and Bucky joins in with his laugh.
“Well I will be sure to get her a thank you card.” Bucky tells her as they settle into the booth.
“She would like that.” Y/N smiles at him.
The waitress approaches them with menus and begins to recount the specials.
— —- —-
On the other side of town, Thor stares at his phone at Nia’s latest act as cupid.
“Oh brother.” His tone sullen.
“What?” Loki pipes up from the hall, tucking away the plan sheets into a folder.
Zemo having left about half an hour ago. He could go to meet Y/N now.
“No-nothing.” Thor tucks his phone into his pocket.
“Brother you have that expression, akin to when you watched Marley and Me with your mate.”
“That was a saddening film.” Thor stands by his defence.
“It was but what has gotten you seemingly akin to that?” Loki is in front of his brother in a flash.
“You will just pry it out of me,” The elder sibling unlocks his phone handing it to Loki.
Loki stares at the picture of his student James Barnes standing too close to Y/N, their arms linked and gazing at each other.
Underneath read the message Nia left for Thor.
‘Your brother really doesn’t know what he has lost but in a way it is good, because if she isn’t his soulmate then I don’t want her heart to break when he does find his actual mate.’
Loki finds his chest constrict, he tries searching for the bond which is now seemingly a dull hum in the background.
“I—, why?”
“Nia says she was distraught that you weren’t in contact.” Thor explains.
“I was gone for work, I made sure the class was informed.” Loki can’t get the image of their hands linked out of his vision.
“Yes but, given what transpired between the two of you… I believe a personal approach would have faired in your favour.” He offers.
“I need to seek her.” Loki vocalises his determination.
“I’ll ask Nia where they are…” Thor raises his phone to call his mate.
Therefore, Loki finds himself in the diner in a booth away from them but his hearing picking up the conversation.
It is easy to slip in and out of sight amongst humans. Part of being designed to be amongst them to hunt them was to blend in with the being that he was once.
James and Y/N are halfway done with their meals, her laughter draws a smile upon Loki’s own lips, he knows James is grinning widely.
“So wait, wait, wait, you changed your date of birth and they let you into the theatre?” James says in awe.
“Yes well I turned the number around so my birth-year remained the same but month changed. Effectively turning me eighteen.” Y/N laughs.
“Did the guard question you?” James takes a bite of the cheesecake they were sharing.
“Okay so don’t laugh alright?” Y/N closes her eyes as the embarrassment takes over.
James begins to laugh at the notion.
“Bucky!” She shoves at his arm playfully.
“Okay, okay, poetess, no laughing.” Bucky runs a hand in front of his face as his joyful expression turns serious.
Loki moves his palm from the edge to the wooden table, not caring for the indents.
“Alright it so happened that the date and month I switched to were the very same date Nia and I were there so the guard goes Happy Birthday!” Y/N covers her eyes, “And I go um what?”
Bucky lets a laugh slip, “Sorry.” He shoves a piece of cake in his mouth to keep quiet, she laughs before continuing.
Loki watches her demeanour so carefree, free-spirited.
“So then the guard says, ‘it is your birthday… is it not?’ Then Nia responds that, ‘why yes indeed we are celebrating that only.’ Then she looks at us for a solid minute, both of us are scared because we aren’t eighteen and trying to sneak into an R rated movie.” She pauses, Bucky has his eyes wide.
“You’re taking a dramatic pause now? Oh god, Y/N come on!” Bucky demands expectantly.
Loki knows this story, he heard it but not with this much enthusiasm from her. Though he was not as open and responsive as James currently.
“Okay, okay, so then she hands my ID card back and says ‘enjoy your birthday!’ And we never shuffled away faster than that day to the confectionery stand.” Y/N completes taking the last bite of the cheesecake.
Bucky laughs with mirth, “That really makes me feel as though I thought wrong about you.” He admits with a sheepish grin.
“Care to elaborate Mr. Barnes?” She rests her head on her palm looking up at him curiously.
“Well we met in creative writing correct? The way you write, so effortlessly layered and your pieces honestly blow me away. I always thought you’ve grasped at love and it ended heartbreakingly. Pegged you for an introvert. Not that it is a bad thing at all.” He bites his bottom lip.
“I, I don’t know what to say… Your work is phenomenal.” She admits.
Loki wants to snort, it is mediocre at best. Her work far surpasses the class.
“Thank you.” She says, her throat tightening with emotion.
“Have you?” Bucky questions, the air around them turns heavier.
“No, um it mostly stems from my parents… Not the best marriage.”
“I’m sorry.” He places a hand upon hers.
The stars dull a little more for Loki as he entertains the possibility of losing her.
“I um.” Bucky reaches over to her, his thumb brushing at the corner of her lips, “Bit of cheesecake.” He brings the remnant to his own lips. The gesture reddens her cheeks as she is unable to take her eyes away.
“I hope you know this is not counted as our first date.” He says, lightening the air not wanting to seem to forward.
“Why not?” Curiosity laces her voice.
Bucky smiles, “First off all, I didn’t get you flowers, secondly I’d take you to a bookstore. We would give each other a genre each, find a book for one another and then go on a coffee date, meet up for our second date to discuss the books.” He grins.
“I—How do you know that would be something I’d enjoy?” Y/N’s jaw dropped, that had been an intimate thought as she had trailed her hands over the spines of books when the entire class was at the local bookstore purchasing or borrowing the books entailed Loki’s syllabus.
Her heart beats faster at the thought of her Professor, Bucky is excellent company but this past week she had missed Loki deeply.
“Call it intuition.” Bucky answers smug.
“Spot on, honestly.” Y/N lets out a long exhale.
Bucky only smiles at her.
Loki wonders if she would fall for James rather than him. He decides then to run into them in passing.
Bucky gets up first after they pay with Nia’s card all the while laughing. He keeps a strong grip on Y/N not letting her take too much weight on her foot.
“Do you have to take any meds?” He asks as they reach his car. He opens the passenger side for her.
Y/N spots a familiar Mercedes, the one that stayed parked outside her home.
“Y/N?” Bucky follows her transfixed gaze, then Loki walks past them a take away bag in hand.
“Oh look he’s back in town, class probably will happen next week.” Bucky comments and Loki turns, her breath catches, as though drinking water after traversing the hottest of deserts.
Loki’s green eyes move over her. The world begins to blur out of view again. It feels as though he can breath again. Feel again.
James’ palm against her cheek breaks the mirage.
“Hey you okay?” He inquires.
“Yeah um my pain meds are due, I think I feel an ache.” For Loki she wants to say, but reserves her words.
Loki tries prying into James’ mind,
“Hey Professor!” James waves thwarting the attempt.
“Hello Mister Barnes, Miss Y/L/N. I see you’re up and about.” He walks towards them, the stars step forward.
“Yes um, received clearance.” Y/N answers, clearing her throat.
Bucky’s hold on her waist tightens, Loki’s eyes catch the movement.
Equal defiance ridden green eyes meet blue.
Y/N notes the change in the air, shivering as it drops several degrees.
Loki tilts his head, as though observing an event unfold.
“I believe Mister Barnes you should get Y/N home, I’ve emailed an assignment for next week. I believe getting a head start is beneficial.” The professor turns leaving the two students getting into the vehicle.
Loki watches them exit the parking lot.
“Don’t you think he’s a little weird?” Bucky wonders as they drive toward Y/N’s home.
“He’s something.” She mutters.
Bucky walks her to her door, he stands with his hands in his pockets as she turns in her doorway.
Y/N leans on the door for support.
“I had fun today, thank you.” She smiles at him.
“I did too, but I’m holding out for our actual first date.” He gives her a smug grin making her smile.
“We’ll see about that.”
“Oh that means definitely.” He teases.
“Maybe.” Y/N blushes, as his eye gleam with happiness.
“i’ll see you in class, Poetess.” Bucky waves goodbye, she watches him back out of the driveway, then closes the door.
She’s at the halfway mark on the steps when the doorbell rings incessantly.
“Did I forget something in your car—,” Y/N’s words catch once more.
Loki stands gaze intensely trained upon her features.
“What are you doing here?” Y/N manages to speak, finding her voice.
“I’ve come to speak with you. I seemed to have left without regard.” He says with purpose, watching her reaction.
“So you want to talk after you see me on a date with someone else?” Y/N raises an eyebrow.
“No, I, I happened to be there, I was out of town.” Loki sighs, knowing this is going to be a difficult conversation.
“Without your phone?”
“I was busy.”
“Kept in touch with your brother though.”
“The matter concerned him, I didn’t have time for other things I don’t mean to call you a—,”
“I’m not someone, who you play with then toss away when you’re bored, Professor.” Y/N seethes half a mind to shut the door in his face.
“Y/N, I did not mean to imply—,”
“Your ego was bruised seeing me with Bucky. You were, I don’t know looking for something to while away your time. I can understand that maybe it was curiosity that prompted you to kiss me but, fuck, ignoring me then implying that I’m not important—,”
Loki steps inside, cutting off Y/N’s rant.
“I know I haven’t been the best at conveying my emotions, be it opening up about my family or wholeheartedly laughing at your humour at tales, or articulate how your wit, writing, how you take my breath away.”
Y/N stares at him.
“I am closed off for reasons I cannot express, but I’m at your doorstep well in your house, promising that I can and will communicate better. Just, allow me, the chance, Y/N, please.” His heart breaks at how small he might sound, he willed never to be vulnerable, half of him wanted to dive into her mind to know but the other half of him willingly held back.
Y/N’s eyes usually gave everything away, today Loki could not read a minuscule of them.
“I, I need, time.” She flounders for the answer a more definitive time but comes up short.
Loki wonders if this is how she felt, unknown of what hangs above them for them as a pair. Did a week truly make this vast difference?
He nods, mouth setting into a thin line.
“Take as much of time as you may need.” He murmurs, walking to the ajar door.
“Loki?”
He turns, she sounds hurt, his chest feels hollow blaming himself.
He doesn’t say anything allowing her to continue standing at the threshold of the home.
“Did, was I on your mind at all?” Y/N knows it is a silly question but she wanted to know if he even thought of her.
The sincerity in Loki’s next words brought the stars crashing down upon her, the bond glowed brightly in promise, Loki could feel as though a bright molten silver could run through his veins. As though the brightest moonlit night descended upon the two of them,
“The entire week the thought of coming back to you got me through.”
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A.N.: let me know what you think pleaseeee, literally finished writing and proof reading before posting!
Woooow, just when I thought you were going to heal my heart, you put it in a woodchipper instead. You are a cruel, cruel woman. Excellent work as always!
Author’s Note: Don’t ask. Don’t read [if you haven’t seen endgame]. And please, don’t cry. These folks ain’t real, ya’ll.
Wrote this in one sitting, without stopping and without proofreading so….yeah.
Words: 1.5K
Warnings: Get the tissues out.
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Someone Like You
“I made spaghetti. A lot. Alaya made sure of it. She most definitely inherited your appetite.” Sorraya’s weak attempt to lighten the mood failed to produce a smile on her husband’s face. If anything, it deepened his frown.
Summary: It’s a year after Charmaine is fully Eternal Flame along with Cyan. The team is fully accepting that she isn’t coming back anymore.
A/N: I know people don’t like time skips but oh well. Thank you @theantisoci-alone for liking my chapters. If you want the full story til the last chapter i have edited! I’ll post em just for ya.
Masterlist:Charmaine (if this the first chapter you come across and haven’t read the other chapters)
Charm creates a small flame in her hand, boredly playing with it. Cyan was in the bathroom finishing getting dressed, leaving her by herself in the pilot seat.
They were on the way to take down this science division that had the injection for water powers. Mazikeen already had a hold on the earth injections but didn’t have a girl yet to use it on. They’re in Tokyo, to be exact.
“Cyan, hurry up; we’re almost there!”
“I’m coming; I’m coming, don’t rush me. This catsuit, Mazikeen insists us on wearing, is too damn small to put on. It won’t come over my ass.”
“You better squeeze those ass cheeks; the army ships already landed,” Eternal said, looking at the GPS screen for the other ships. Cyan walks out of the bathroom out of breath.
“Ugh! We do missions every other day and turn out with nothing. I’m tired of using my powers for no reason.”
“At least we get to go to the city on the weekend. I heard there was a festival going on tomorrow night; we should go.”
“Most definitely, I want to see the cuties there.”
“I thought you were with that boy named Carlos?”
“Girl, he wouldn’t talk to me at dinner yesterday so I’m moving on. I can’t wait on no man; I got a life to live.”
“Sure. Whatever you say, Cyan.”
Both women have been fairies for the last year since they’ve been captured. They were the two best fighting soldiers Mazikeen had, which comes with many privileges—for example, their own jet. After landing, Cyan and Charmaine stood in front of the formation, ready to give out commands.
“Second unit goes with Cyan while first goes with me. Don’t stop until you find that injection.” The Eternal Flame said as her eyes ignited purple. Cyan hair turned white, and her hands sparkled with electricity. She motions her platoon for them to follow her.
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Both Cyan and Eternal Flame hid behind a pillar from some guards.
“E what about that guy that sits with the spies at dinner even though he is an assassin. What’s his name?” Cyan whispered, peaking around the corner a little.
Eternal Flame rolled her eyes, whispering.“ You mean Jay.”
“Yeah him. What about him for your date to the festival.” Cyan asked, and simultaneously they took out the guards with their powers.
“ Focus on the mission, then find me a date.” Eternal Flame said earnestly, bending down grabbing the guard key card from his shirt pocket. “Who said even anything about me having a date?”
“I did.” Cyan winked then walked in a different direction, going down a hallway. “ I think it would be fun to have one!”
Eternal Flame sigh giving her focus back on the mission going into an elevator.
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Both Cyan and Eternal Flame stood on the roof edge; as Cyan held on to the director’s shirt, so he wouldn’t fall over the ledge. Eternal was ready to go because it was another failed mission.
“ I don’t have the i-injections.” He stammers nervously, looking between the two girls.
“What did you do with them??” Cyan growled, grabbing more of his shirt.
“I sold them to a God and Captain America.”
“Mazikeen isn’t going to like this, fuck!” Eternal huff crossing her arms over her chest.
“Who the fuck is Captain America?!"Cyan asked, getting angry.
"He’s an Avenger.”
Cyan lets go of his shirt; stepping back, she nods her head over to Eternal. The fire fairy steps forwards, kicking him backward off the roof. They both stood there straight-faced, watching him fall to his death.
“So, do you think Jay is cute?” Cyan asked, still looking down.
“For a guy with long hair, he is cute.” Eternal Flame agreed, placing her hands in her pockets. Cyan squealed like an excited school girl wrapping her arm around the fire fairy’s shoulder.
“I’m definitely going to ask him at dinner.”
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They giggled walking down the halls in the base, going to their shared room. One of Mazikeen’s messengers stops them in their tracks.
“Mazikeen wants to see you in her office.”
Cyan huffs while Eternal rolled her eyes, already knowing what was going to happen. Soon they were standing in front of Mazikeen’s desk. The demon held a solemn look between the two fairies.
“So where is the injection?”
Cyan spoke first,“ The man had sold it to some guy named Captain America.”
Mazikeen leaned forward in her seat, listening intensely, “Who??”
“Who what? Who is the man?”
“Yes, Cyan, who is the man that it was sold too.”
“I don’t fucking know Mazikeen. I asked him, he said exactly what I just said, and Eternal kicked him off the roof.”
“Watch it. Eternal, why would you kick him off the damn roof if you knew he was a liability. I have been letting you two slack on missions, but this is the last fucking straw; I need that water injection!” Mazikeen said, standing up; hair ignited in flames. “ You two are the best in this base, but obviously these missions don’t mean shit to you. That means you’re fucking worthless.”
Eternal grew angry, tired of the disrespect,“ No, these missions don’t mean shit to us because it doesn’t benefit neither one of us. I am the Eternal Flame; I only became a part of your organization because of Cyan. We are the two most deadly elements; without that you would be nothing.”
Mazikeen knew she was right but didn’t want to admit it, angrily she pointed to the torture chamber door, “To the room. Don’t stop until I say so. You the know the drill guards.”
When the guard places his hand on Eternal’s shoulder, she snatches away knowing exactly what to do. The mind wiping would cause them so much pain.
Not even 5 minutes later they’re screams is heard. Mazikeen sat down with a satisfied smirk on her face.
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“Hey Steve, Hey Sharon,” Bucky said, walking through the front doors of the Avengers Tower. Steve stood next to Sharon as if they were in a conversation.
“Hey Bucky.” They both greet, stopping their conversation. 6 months ago, Bucky accepted that Charmaine wasn’t coming back, so he got himself together, getting into the world and dating. Sharon had put him on the receptionist from downstairs. They had gone on a date last night, and safe to say; he enjoyed himself.
“How was the date?” Steve asked, placing his hands in his pockets.
“ It was good; Rebecca is really funny.” Bucky smiled, thinking about the good conversation they had last night. “She’s a fun person to be around.”
“That’s good to hear; I’m surprised that you didn’t take her home."Sharon joked, making Steve let out a small laugh, but Bucky didn’t laugh; instead, he bit his lip. They stopped when they noticed Bucky’s face.
"Buck, you took her home??” Steve asked, shocked. “ Are you serious?”
“ We were drunk! I didn’t know until I woke this morning.” Bucky said in defense, trying to keep himself from laughing, but it didn’t work.
“Wow, that’s really shocking."Sharon grabbed Steve’s hand. Steve pressed the up button."Let’s go see what Lori is making for lunch.”
Sharon and Steve have been talking for a while now, but he hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend yet. He felt that she wasn’t the one for him right now, and maybe that would change in the future. But he couldn’t tell her that was the real reason why he hasn’t asked her to be his girlfriend.
Lori’s tongue stuck out as she focused on the big meal that she was preparing. It was one of those months where all the avengers either stayed or came to the visit. Her 8-month belly poked out in front of her, preventing the mother from grabbing certain things. Natasha walked behind her, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Hey, mama, you need some help?”
“Yes, please, grab some seasoning from the cabinet.”
Natasha does as so, grabbing multiple seasonings. Lori turned on the blacktop, preparing to cook the burgers. Peter walks into the kitchen, holding a box of legos. “Mom, can you help me build these legos when we’re done eating?”
This year has been hard on them, mostly Peter. He had lost Aunt May to a mugging a couple of months after the situation with Charmaine. His family helped him back to his feet, Tony adopted him, and when Lori and Tony officially got together, she took him in as a son.
Lori and Tony’s relationship has blossomed beautifully. Who knew being his assistant would soon make her his wife. They were engaged and soon plan to elope instead of having a wedding. She was pregnant with a baby girl at the moment but nobody knew but her since she went to the doctors this morning to find out the gender.
“Yes, Peter, I’ll come help,” Lori said, picking up some meat, rolling it in her hand into some balls.“What kind are they?”
“Star Wars, duh!"Peter said happily, sitting down in the chair that was in front of the island. "We’re building a ship. I found it at Target when Happy and I went.”
“Peter, you didn’t ask if I wanted to join,” Natasha pout taking out the burger buns. “I like lego creations.”
“You can help too Nat!”
The two Supersoldiers and Agent walk into the kitchen after taking their shoes off, except Sharon, smelling the good cooking food. Both men placed a kiss on Lori’s and Natasha’s cheeks. “It smells good in here. What are we eating?” Steve asked, poking his head over Natasha’s shoulder. She swats him away.
“Steve, move!”
Sharon stood there not knowing what to do but was getting jealous after seeing how close he and Nat were. Bucky sat down beside Peter, and the two engage in a conversation about legos. Lori raised an eyebrow seeing the Agent’s mood change. She raised her finger towards Sharon.
“And who are you?”
The Agent places a piece of hair behind her ear, “Oh, I’m Sharon. I’m an Agent so I work downstairs.”
“That’s why I’ve never seen you before; you’re one of those first-level agents.”
“Lori."Steve scolded, shaking his head. Bucky was amused by how overprotective Lori got over Steve; he’s like her baby. Lori shrugged her placing more meat on the blacktop.
"What? I’m just saying, and Sharon, we don’t wear shoes in the kitchen. Charmaine wanted everyone to be comfortable when they were in here. Even if they were getting a bottle of water.”
“I’m sorry."Sharon apologizes, going back near the elevator so she could take off her shoes. Lori turned towards Steve placing her hands on her hip.
"That’s Sharon?” Lori points towards where Sharon just stood, whispering. “Why are you still leading her on, Steve? Tell her the truth.”
“I don’t know, Lori. She’s a sweet girl."Steve whispered back. "Let’s get off me and get on the fact that Bucky slept with the receptionist that works here.”
Bucky looks up in shock; feeling betrayed, holding his hands up in disbelief, “Dude!”
Natasha, Lori, and Peter turned to Bucky, shocked,“ You slept with the receptionist?!”
“We were drunk!” Bucky said in defense. “I don’t know what happened; I woke up hungover and naked.”
Sharon walked back over, holding her phone to her ear,“ I have to go; I wish I could stay. Steve, can you walk me out?”
Lori side-eye him and Steve gave a look that said, ‘Don’t say anything stupid.’ “Sure, I’ll walk you out, Sharon.” The pair walks towards the elevator.
Lori finished cooking the rest of the burger meat, rubbing her stomach,“ I’ll get Steve when he gets back now back to you, Bucky. What’s her name?”
“Is that blonde blue-eyed from downstairs? What her name? Ruby? No. Rachel?” Natasha wondered, using the tongs to place the already cooked meat on the buns. So all the family had to do when they get their plates, just grab some condiments.
“It’s Rebecca. We went on a date and accidentally got drunk."Bucky shrugged his shoulders, grabbing a piece of bacon that was for condiments. "She’s a good girl.”
“How was she in bed?” Natasha asked, raising her eyebrows. Lori cleared her throat towards Peter who was engaged in their conversation intently. Natasha didn’t care.
“What? He’s going to be in the same position one day.”
“Peter, honey, go set the table.” Lori sigh passing him the plate with tomatoes. Peter pout not wanting to get up from his spot.
“Mom, the conversation was getting good. I know Rebecca, she has really big boo-”
“Peter!” Lori warned, crossing her arms.
“Yes, ma'am."Peter grabs the tomatoes scurrying away from the table.
Charmaine is an intern for Tony Stark, soon she meets the team and they become her family. One mission was all it took.
1.Meeting➞ Where Charmaine meets the team for the first time after having a panic attack.
2.Shit Bucky➞ Charmaine cooks for the team and gets to know them more.
3.Charm Bracelet➞Charm gets to know Bucky more and feelings starts to grow.
4.Alright, that’s enough ➞A little bit jealous of bucky but finally confesses his feelings to the guys as well as charm do.
5.Don’t do this to me ➞Charmaine’s first mission with the team but doesn’t end well and the team loses a member.
6.Eternal Flame ➞ Mazikeen has finally got a hold of two of her deadliest weapon.
7.1 year later ➞ It’s a year after Charmaine is fully Eternal Flame along with Cyan. The team is fully accepting that she isn’t coming back anymore.
8.I’m not naming my child Thorina. ➞ Lori does a big gender reveal for the whole team but by the end of the night, Thor and Steve are able to reveal something.
9.Stay ➞ Two weeks have passed and Charmaine tries to get used to being in the house but Mazikeen still has that effect on her.
more to come!
I really want to finish this series and maybe post it on Wattpad. This will give me a reason to finish so you guys can enjoy.
Summary: Love at first sight, who doesn’t love it.
A/N: Jessie is your bestie name and Butter is your dog name.
“I got to go Jessie, Butter ran off again.” Y/N groaned running off behind the labrador retriever. Her dog was jumping on a tall, blonde guy whose muscles bulged out his shirt. She shook her head placing the dog on the leash.“Sorry about that, Butter is really friendly.”
“No worries, I like her or him.” He chuckled, rubbing Butter’s head. Y/N glanced up to see what the gentleman looked like. Their eyes met, staring into each other. An intense feeling arose inside them, a smile grew on their face. The feeling of comfort pulled them closer.
“Thor…” He held out his hand for her to shake. She shook it, feeling his rough hands, but Y/N could cuddle it against her face any day. The feeling of it is a feeling she could live with forever. To him, her hands were very soft and delicate.
“Like the one the girls be making fanfiction about?” Y/N gripped on the leash a bit, her eyes still not leaving his. The eye contact was immaculate between them. “You could say that?”
He was confused by what that meant but didn’t want to show it. “And your name is?” His smile made her blush.
“I’m…” Y/N’s phone buzzed, cutting her sentence off. It was a last-minute catering job and it was a big one. “I-I have to go! See you around?”
His smile drops a little, “I haven’t gotten your name!” But Y/N was already off, answering the first of million calls she was going to receive today. Watching her walk away left him in a trance. “She is so beautiful.” He mumbled kicking his feet.
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“I’m telling you Cap, she is beautiful. Plus her dog likes me which is a bonus.” Thor puts on his suit coat, looking in the mirror. Steve rolled up his sleeves.
“I bet she is, did you get her name?”
“Well, she rushed off before even saying anything so I have no way to tell the voice in the ceiling to find her by name.” Thor brushed his hair back into a ponytail, not knowing her name bothered him. Steve could tell how upset he was, he placed a hand on Thor’s shoulder.
“It’s alright Thor. You’ll find her again, just enjoy tonight. She probably might here, you know Stark know everyone.”
Thor didn’t say anything but prayed to himself that she wasn’t one of Tony’s failed talking stage. Tonight Tony was throwing one of his infamous parties. From what Thor heard, it was a lot of people coming.
Y/N and Jessie walked into the avenger’s towers carrying pans together, “I’m telling you girl his eyes are mesmerizing. I’d pay millions to feel that same feeling again.”
“Ole Butter got you a man, remind me to give her more treats when we get home.” Both of them laughed, setting the pan down on the table. “But it does sound like you really like him.” Jessie looked at her with happiness.
“If you’re ready to get back out there in the dating world then I’m ready to support you.”
“I think I’m ready.” Y/N wiped the table down so it could be cleaned. Jessie placed wine glasses on platters.
“Good cause I’m tired of you being lonely. Go get you some dick girl!”
The two laughed finishing their job so they could leave early. Their boss asked for all hands on deck for Tony’s party but it turned out to be too many workers for tonight.
Later the girls walked by each other every chance they had to scope out Thor. “Y/N is that him?” Jessie nudged her shoulder. “What?” Y/N looked around, not paying attention. She bumped into the table making it make a loud noise that grabbed some people’s attention including Thor’s.
“Her.” He mumbled as they caught eyes. That same sensational feeling from earlier grew again. She froze, another waiter that wasn’t paying attention ran into her. The food spilled from his platter onto her outfit. She gasps, instantly looking down at the mess that was on her clothes.
Embarrassed she grabbed a random napkin, rubbing the stain even though it made it worse. As long as it kept her eyes distracted from the crowd that was judging. Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as found a random bathroom. She dropped to the floor, letting the tears spilled.
“Y/N are you alright??"Jessie rushed into the bathroom, seeing her best friend on the floor in tears. Y/N hugged her tight.
"No, I just embarrassed myself in front of him. Gosh, I’m so stupid!”
“It’s alright Y/N. Calm down. He probably didn’t even see it.”
“Jessie, everyone probably saw including him!”
“Yeah I can’t even sugar coat it, you’re right.” Jessie kissed hef forehead. “Well fuck everyone that judged and made fun. You made one mistake, it’s alright. Now I’m going to find someone to give you a shirt then we’re going home.”
Y/N nodded, wiping her tears.“Okay.”
Once she left, Y/N stood around as the embarrassing memory played in her head. “Ugh.”
There was a knock at the door, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. “Yes?” She said as the door opened coming face to face with Thor.
“Are you alright? I came to see if you were. Your friend Jessie told me you were in here.”
Y/N tried to cover up the big stain on her shirt, “I’m alright, uh whenever Jessie get back we’re going home.”
Thor laughed rubbing his neck,“ About that, she met Steve and they instantly clicked. Soo, it might be awhile before she comes that’s why I’m here to save the day.”
Y/N groaned pulling at her hair,“Ugh! How am I going to get out of this? I just want to go home because this food on my skin is so uncomfortable.” She rambled until Thor grabbed her hand.
“That’s why I said I’m here to save the day….” He stopped so he could finally get her name. Y/N face palmed realizing that she never told him her name. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Follow me.” He held onto her hand as he begins walking. She blushed following his big frame. Forgetting the party, Y/N got cleaned in Thor’s room then they spent half of the night getting to know each other.
Y/N felt like she could tell Thor everything. “He turned into a snake??"She clutched her stomach laughing at the story he told about him and Loki.
"Yes!” He laughed as well. It became a comfortable silence between them after their laughing fit.
“So Y/N will I ever see you again after tonight?”
A smile grew on her face, “Yes! What kind of question is that, I’m having so much fun with you and would love to do it again.” Y/N watch as he let go of a breath that he was holding. Finding it funny, she grabbed his hand for reassurance.
“I’ve told you everything about me. Oh, you aren’t going anywhere.”
“Good I didn’t have plans on leaving.” Thor smiled as well as they stared into each other eyes. At this moment, the world didn’t matter anymore.
Only them.
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Y'all give feedback on this cause I felt like I did my thing on this!
Summary: Bucky is Y/N’s best friend even though there are problems between him and Thor.
A/N: I’m trying to clear out my drafts since it’s now summertime so I’m sorry for the late delay, Please enjoy!
“Bucky move! I’m trying to feed him.” Y/N giggled, pushing Bucky away from the high chair. It was any other evening in the avenger’s tower. Y/N was feeding her son, Arthur, for dinner while her best friend Bucky was a distraction. Y/N has been in a committed relationship with Thor Odinson for 2 years now. Being with him every day makes Y/N feel complete and happy on the inside. Their son Arthur had been conceived a year into their relationship.
“I’m not doing anything."Bucky laughed, pinching at Y/N’s waist while she hunched down a bit to feed the infant. "The lies you tell!” She swats his hand away, laughing as well. Arthur babbles in his chair, placing his hand in his mouth. Thor walked into the kitchen coming from Stark’s lab. He saw them basically flirting but decided to say something to her later.
“ Lady Y/N…” Thor, deep voice, sounded behind them. Y/N slightly jumped from being caught off guard. “Shit babe, you walk so quietly.” Thor smiled at his son; Arthur held out his hands for his father. “My apologies Y/N. I came to tell you that I’m going out with Metal Man and Cap for some drinks. Is that alright?” Thor took Arthur out of his high seat, placing some kisses on his son’s cheek.
Y/N nodded standing on her tippy toes, kissing his lips, “That’s okay babe. Arthur and I will be here watching a movie till you get back.” Bucky cleared his throat watching the woman he liked kisses another man. Thor side-eye him then focused on his son. He tickled his belly hearing that heavenly sound of his son laughing. “I’ll be back in time for Arthur to be put down for bed.”
“Good, see you in a couple of hours. Have fun, I love you.” Y/N smiled at her boyfriend. Thor placed Arthur in her arms before giving them both a kiss on the forehead. “I love you too.” Leaving Y/N and Bucky by themselves worried him but he trusted her to not do anything crazy.
“Let’s put you in the playpen while I clean up!"Y/N gushed to Arthur while Thor walked towards Tony’s lab. Bucky stayed quiet the whole time until he left because it’s known that he’s madly in love with Y/N. He just hasn’t told her and was scared to tell her. But tonight, Bucky was going to make a move. Y/N walked over to the cabinets after putting Arthur in the playpen.
"You got awfully quiet. You okay?” She turned to her left stacking up the baby food. Bucky bit his lip, debating if he wanted to tell her now. ‘You only live once’ He thought. “Y/N I have to tell you-”
Y/N opened the cabinet door, a small glass jar of baby food fell from the top shelf hitting her in the eye. “Shit!” She grabbed her throbbing eye. “Y/N! Are you alright??” Bucky grabbed her chin so she can face him.
“Does it look like I’m okay?” Y/N glared at him still holding her eye. “Damn you right. Sorry, I say it out of habit.” Bucky cringed moving her hand aside so he can check out her wound. It was swollen and looked like a bruise forming.
Thor forgot his wallet so he walked back to the kitchen to see Bucky still checking out her face. “What happened in here? Barnes why does she have a bruise on her eye??” Y/N moved Bucky’s hand away, standing in front of him. “I’m okay, the jar fell on my eye.” Thor walked over checking out the bruise. He balled his hand into a fist.
“Barnes did you hit her??”
Both Y/N and Bucky looked at him in shock. Y/N walked towards Thor “What? No babe he didn’t do anything like that. I told you-”
“Bullshit Y/N you think I’m going to believe that a jar fell on your eye. I know he put his hands on you.” Thor fumed pointing at Bucky.
“You wasn’t even in here to know. You know I’d never do that to Y/N!” Bucky balled his hands into a fist as well. The tension between them was thick and it’s been like that since they first met.
“I swear to Odin if you laid a hand on her!”
Bucky didn’t speak back as then two men walked up to each other ignoring Y/N’s protest. “Stop! Stop!! Thor!” She pressed her hands against Thor’s chest. They held an intense stare while Y/N spoke.
“Thor I’m okay!”
His hardened glare never left Bucky. Y/N grabbed his hand, “I’m okay.” Thor looked down at his girlfriend staring back at him. He calmed down, letting his body relax. “ I’m going to come to our room after I finish cleaning up and grab Arthur. Okay?”
Thor slightly nods his head, glancing at Bucky one more time then left the kitchen. Y/N pulled at her ends from how stressed she was. She leaned her back against the counter closing her eyes. “I’m sorry about that,” Bucky said standing in front of her.
“It’s fine, I know the bad history between you guys. I just wish it was different.” Y/N sigh running her hands through her natural hair. Bucky stared at her facial features while she talked.
He was so close that she smelt his cologne without trying to. Apart from Y/N wanted to push him away but another wanted to smash her lips onto his. Y/N eyes traveled up to Bucky’s blue eyes.
Feelings for Y/N uprooted as Bucky leaned forward towards his lips. Her mind was screaming for her to stop but her heart was taking over. Y/N loved Thor but a piece of her love was for Bucky. From relations, they’ve had in the past. She never told Thor because the relationship with Bucky ended way before The God came into the picture.
Bucky’s plump lips brushed against hers until thunder from outside broke them apart. The pair turned their heads to see Thor standing there with glowing eyes. You could hear Y/N’s heart beating out of her chest. “Thor… B-Babe it’s not what you think!”
Bucky stood in front of Y/N protectively, Y/N pushed him away, “Baby..” Thunder rumbled harshly in the sky. The god felt angry, betrayed, and worse, heartbroken. Thor didn’t reply trying to keep his anger composed but it wasn’t working. He walked over picking up his sleeping son from the playpen, walking back to the room.
Y/N tries to rush after him but Bucky grabs her forearm. “Y/N where are you going??” She snatched away.
“To get him back! I’m not just going to stand here.”
“He doesn’t deserve you Y/N. The damage is done.”
Y/N looked him up and down shaking her head. Without a second thought, she rushed down the hallway to the shared room. She opened the door to see Thor in full Asgardian armor, grabbing random things for Arthur’s bag.
Y/N went over grabbing the bag out of his grip. “Thor you aren’t leaving me.”
“Lady Y/N put the bag down.”
“No Thor. You don’t get to leave, I’m sorry okay? I’m sorry.”
“Now you’re sorry? You’re really funny. See you don’t get to be sorry Y/N. Your apologizing isn’t going to make everything normal. Just admit that you never loved me from the start.”
“Thor I’ve been in love with you since the beginning.”
He scoffs trying to grab the bag out of her hand but she pulls back. “This isn’t a joking matter Thor. I love you.”
Thor spoke angrily, “You are going to look mein the eyes, and tell me what happened between you and Barnes now!”
Doing what she was told, Y/N stared him in the eyes nervously. “Bucky and I met two years before you and I met. One night, we got drunk then hooked up with each other. After that night, we tried a relationship but it’s didn’t work so kept being friends babe I promise.”
Thor’s heart broke into a million pieces.“ Why did you lie to me?!? Huh?! Why did you lie?! I thought we agreed on honesty between each other!”
"Baby I’m sorry, I didn’t know how you would react and I didn’t want to lose you.” Her lips quivered, tears forming. “ I shouldn’t have kept that from you Thor, I’m so sorry.”
“So lying to my face was going to make it better?? I take so much dishonesty from Loki and now I’m getting it from you. Y/N I can’t trust you.”
“I know and I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry for everything.”
“Do you still have feelings for him?” Thor clenched his jaw thinking about it. Y/N bowed her head in defeat.
“At first a little part of me did because of old feelings but now I only want you. I want you in my life, Thor.”
“I can’t be in yours Y/N.” He whispered bowing his head. Y/N gasp at his words as more tears fell, “Please, don’t say that.”
Thor picked up Arthur off the bed, “We’re leaving Y/N.”
“No! No! No! Don’t take our son.” Y/N sobbed trying to grab him but it didn’t work. “I need him, that’s my son. I can’t… Thor don’t… don’t do this.”
Thor used his hammer to guide him out the window without saying another word. Y/N drop to the floor, crying. This didn’t feel real to her.
Summary: Y/N finds her way to Asgard to win her boyfriend back but the night doesn’t even so well.
A/N: I am a slut for when the woman is in trouble and her lover saves her so I put it in this. It’s been a couple months since I posted the first part to this one. Thank you to everyone that commented on that post, this is dedicated to you guys!! @blackqueens01@camsthesadgirlnow@venomqueen2002@aubageddon91
Y/N stood up from the vanity once she was finished with her makeup. Her room was quieter than usual, and it bothered her greatly. It’s been two weeks since the incident, and Y/N hasn’t seen Thor since then.
Tonight was the annual ball honoring the Odinson family. Y/N didn’t know how she was to get to Asgard, but she hoped that Strange would help. She was just nervous that this would all go wrong. If anything else, Y/N just wanted to see her son.
A knock at the door took Y/N out of her thoughts. Stephen Strange poked his head in. “Strange at your service. What do you need, Ms.Y/L/N?”
Y/N pinched at her gloves out of nervousness, “I need to get to Asgard. I don’t know if Heimdall can hear me or if it works like that, but I knew you have portals.”
Strange claps his hands together, “Well, if that’s all then let’s get started.”
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Y/N let go of her breath as she walked through the portal and it led to a bedroom. She heard a very familiar voice walk past the door. Y/N rushes to the door wishing to catch them in time.
“Loki!”
The female voice called out to him which makes him turn around.
“Y/N?”
“Yes, it’s me!” She steps out revealing her beautiful black dress. “ I am totally lost and I don’t know where the party is.”
Loki took in her outfit, noticing that she looks good. He then remembered Thor’s other company with him, “How did you get here?”
Y/N rolled her eyes at him ignoring what she said.“ Until you answer my question, I’m not answering yours. Where is the ball?”
“Follow me.” He gestured to Y/N.
YN followed the god of mischief to a big ballroom where everyone was. Her eyes instantly caught sight of Thor and her handsome son Arthur. Y/N’s heart melted seeing them dancing together on the dance floor. That smile quickly dropped when a blonde woman walked up to Thor holding out her hands for Arthur.
Oh hell no.
Loki saw that smile drop and intervened, “Y/N wait before you go over there.” He grabbed her shoulder hoping it would calm her down but it didn’t.
“For what Loki? Who is that woman reaching for my child?!”
For once Loki didn’t have an answer, “Darling, I do not keep up with Thor and I wouldn’t advise to go over and make a scene.” She snatched his hands off her shoulders.
“Move.”
Y/N walked over to Thor with anger written all over her face. She tapped on his broad shoulder. He turned around with a smile that went away when he saw her.
“Y/N-”
She cuts him off.“Who the hell is holding my son?! You left to come be some whore in Asgard while I’m in new york worrying about your safety?!” Their eye contact never broke. Thor took a deep breath, walking away from Y/N without muttering a word.
Y/N watched as he walked over to the woman holding Arthur. They exchanged a couple of words then she handed him over. Thor’s expression never changed as he made way to Y/N. He grabbed her forearm, pulling her to an empty hallway.
“Y/N what in hell are you doing here?”
“Who was that holding my child Thor? Don’t ignore my question!”
“Y/N you just can’t come to Asgard unannounced! Whoever holding my son has nothing to do with you.”
“Nothing to do with me? Have you lost your damn mind? That’s my son!” Y/N reached for Arthur but Thor moves back.
“He wasn’t your son when you were kissing on Barnes. Now you want to think about your son after making mistakes. I’ll have Heimdall to take you back to Midgard so you can go back to your boyfriend, Barnes.”
“Thor can you shut up and listen-“
Thor raised his voice, which is something he never does.” No! I listened to you and believe you even when you were lying to my face. You tore me apart, and you never did think once about my feelings when you lied to me. So why should I care about yours when it comes down to my son?!”
Y/N was taken back, “You’re being so hard on me for why?! I know I lied to you and I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry that I made a mistake.” Tears grew in her eyes. “I just want you and our son back in my life. I’ll apologize as many times as you want me to. Thor, I love you so much and I’m so sorry.”
Thor loves Y/N unconditionally but she hurt him when she lied. He wants to give her another chance, but he’s scared that this was going to happen all over again. “Y/N just don’t lie to me again. Please don’t, I can’t take it when you do.”
Y/N shook her head rapidly, “I promise Thor.” She went into his arms, holding him like he was going to disappear. Thor took in her amazing smell, which roped him in for the first time.
“I love you Y/N.”
“I l-“ Y/N was cut off by something exploding. Screams rang through the crowd as terror began to happen. That awoken Arthur and the crying started.
Another explosion went off and Thor turned his back towards the explosion so his family wouldn’t get hurt. A frost giant roared into the air, frightening Y/N.
Thor handed Arthur to her instantly,” Hide! Now!”
Y/N frantically nodded her head holding Arthur close while running in the opposite direction of Thor. She ran until she saw the random room that she was in earlier. She quickly opened the closet doors hiding.
“It’s okay my love,” Y/N whispered, rubbing his back and rocking him to sleep. Y/N’s heart was beating out of her chest. She kissed his forehead, humming a song. All she could was think about Thor and pray for his safety.
“Find her and that miracle child!!!” A frost giant yelled to the others. Y/N’s heart beats faster, knowing that they were looking for her. Thor told her in the past that it was hard for gods to birth children with midgardians. The question arose in her on why they were looking for them now?
Footsteps into the room broke Y/N out of thoughts. A frost giant was walking around inspecting the room. Terrified, she covered her mouth and tried her best to stay quiet. Tears streamed down her cheek as her body shook out of nervousness. The door handle twisted and was slung open.
She screamed seeing the frost giant. He reached for Arthur but she kept a tight grip on him, kicking the shit out of his face. Tripping over her dress, she tried to crawl but the frost giant grabs her ankle.
“Give me the child!”
“No!”
Another frost giant came into the room to help. Seeing that companion was struggling, he helped by forcing the child out of her arms. “NO!” She screams while moving around to get out of the giant’s grasp.
The frost giant wraps his large hand around her neck. She scratched at his hands but it didn’t work. By that time the other frost giant had left and this was the end for her.
Mjölnir flies through the room, taking out the frost giant. Y/N falls to the ground trying to catch her breath. Thor rushes in to check on her and sees that his son is gone. His heart broke.
“My love are you alright? Are you hurt?” Thor checked her neck and helped her to her feet. He took her into his embrace. All he could feel was pain and anger.
“I’m okay but they took our son. They…They took him.” Y/N sobbed holding on to him. “Our baby boy is gone…”
“I know Y/N and I’m going to get him back no matter what. I will have Heimdall to send you back to Midgard.” Thor places a kiss on her forehead. He held her close not wanting to leave her but he needed to save their son.
“I want to stay here Thor-”
“You can’t. I can’t lose you too. Stay at the tower, I know the team will protect you. Let me handle this and bring our son home. I love you so much Y/N.” Thor looks into her teary eyes. She nodded her head leaning forward, placing her lips onto his.
“ I love you too.”
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Horrible work. I had horrible writing block writing this and I don’t like it. I don’t like the ending! But I love the idea behind it.
Part 1 to The Will and The Way — Series masterlist can be found here
Summary: and so the story begins…
Pairing: OC x Thor x Loki (love triangle) (not really in this chapter yet)
Warnings: None
Despite the early hour, Asgard was far from quiet. In fact, the entire city was buzzing with an odd mix of excitement and mourning. King Odin had passed many months ago, but the love for him among his people was strong as ever.
Still, today was a day of great importance. Asgard had been without a proper leader for far too long, the people were ready for the change that was certain to come this morning. Odin had picked up on the habits of Midgardians, and he’d been wise enough to write out what they called a will, ensuring his final wishes were set in stone, unable to be changed at the whim of any one.
He had even had an enchantress come and mark the document with a seal, a binding of its words that could not be tarnished, nor tainted by anything other than her own power.
While some citizens found this practice odd, others did not question it, given Prince Loki’s habit of slipping through the cracks and making choices for the throne on his own. To them, this was a security blanket. To him, it was a massive brick wall in the way.
“Astrid! Wake up! It is time for the royal will to be read, we must hurry.” The young girls roommate urged, pulling her out of bed by her arm, earning loud grumbles from under the covers.
“We are both a part of the royal staff, if we do not show, you know someone will scold us!” The other girl says, begging for her friend to awaken.
“No one will notice our absence. But if you are so worried of such an unlikely occurrence, go on without me.” The covered girl orders, her voice groggy with sleep. For a palace maid, Astrid had never been one for mornings. She preferred nights, where she could watch the stars in peace.
Finally, after a beat of silence, she groaned in what sounded like agony and literally rolled out of the bed, her fiery reddish hair emerging from the blanket oasis she’d been in seconds before.
“Go, go. I will just get dressed and join you.” She insists, her full lips curling into a grin as her friend hesitantly runs off to join the mornings preparations. From what they’d both been told, there would be a grand ball in the name of whichever of the princes “won” everything.
For Astrid, the competition between the two was pointless and frivolous. There were more important issues in the world than who got to call themself king. It should matter more which of them would rule Asgard with a steady and fair hand, not which looked better with a crown and a throne.
To her, the will was merely a reminder of the Kings dramatics with his sons, along with the competitive nature the two of them shared with each other.
“Besides, Prince Thor is the one with the advantage. He always had Odin’s favor really.” She thought to herself as she tied her hair back into a twist, her daily hairstyle of choice.
The only royal Astrid had ever really taken a liking to was Frigga. She had been one of the maids who spent most of their time in her wing of the castle, and she had always been a friendly, kind woman to the staff. There were even a few times that the Queen had offered Astrid and her friends favors, small things to make their jobs easier or to make their free time more enjoyable.
Astrid could remember a handful of times where Frigga had walked through the gardens with her, just to chat with someone outside her circle. Though she was never one of her ladies maids, Astrid might as well have been. The two of them were much closer than she remembered any of the other staff being with anyone, since she hardly counted those that the princes (mostly Thor) schmoozed with or seduced to be “close” to them.
In fact, Astrid had been in the room when Queen Frigga was murdered and she carried that memory with her everyday, every time she walked into the room that she had perished in. Honestly, she was surprised the king continued to use the space, but she knew better than to say anything about it.
As she looked over her plain appearance in the mirror, Astrid wondered what could possibly have the whole kingdom in such a frenzy over papers that no doubt held nothing but Thors name.
She ran down the hallway, worried about being late now that that realization had finally hit and she started a sort of jog, rounding a corner and nearly slamming directly into another.
“Oh! By the norns, I am sorry your highnesses. I should not be running in a palace, it is rude.” She scolds herself, her freckled cheeks going a light pink.
“No apologies necessary, we run through the palace all the time, it is the only way to get around in manageable time.” Thor states with an easy smile, and Astrid laughed tensely, wanting to leave the situation immediately before the harsher brother spoke up and she lost her job.
Still, Loki only eyed her up and down and let out something between a scoff and a sigh before turning and continuing on his way.
Thor gives her a small wave, the swoonworthy smile still glued to his face and making her lose track of thoughts, but he finally turns away and follows his brother, bringing her senses back and sending her racing down the hall once more, her shoes pattering on the shimmering floor loudly as she goes.
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“People of Asgard, we have gathered here today for the reading of the will of our beloved King Odin. In this will, we will learn where his assets have been placed and in turn, who the position on the thrown will be passed down to.” A royal official decrees from the balcony of the golden palace.
What seemed to be all of Asgard cheered, but the princes themselves looked less than disinterested. Loki was all but glaring down at the crowd below, staring down every last citizen, his eyes just grazing over a redheaded maid as he looked on, until his eyes reached the figure standing next to him. Thor, the figure in question, was too busy focusing on his hammer to see if it had been chipped or scratched on his way here to care what the man was saying, to which Loki rolled his eyes.
“At least pretend to pay attention brother. They may be your people soon afterall.” Loki hissed through gritted teeth, rolling his eyes again at the aloof nature of his brother.
“Lighten up Loki. It is not as though it would go to anyone else. We are both in the running, this is not a new idea.” Thor says back, leaning against the balcony, finally looking down to eye up the large crowd below.
The crowd consisted of every citizen of Asgard, but it was still an organized group. All the regular people were in the center of it all, guards in the back in case anything dire were to happen, and palace staff at the front so they could be closest to the entrance, quick access to get in and prepare for the nights festivities to come.
Thor’s wandering eyes landed quickly on the same redhead as Loki’s, a small grin growing at the sight of her disinterest matching his own. In a way he felt they were sort of kindred spirits, both seeing this as a boring formality. Either that, or she just didn’t care. Whichever the answer was, Thor found her bored sigh and relaxed posture amusing to say the least.
He quickly moved his gaze from her, noticing other members of the audience for their own specific traits. Thor wasn’t the sly or mischievous brother, but he and Loki did share their keen eyes to detail, something they’d both gotten from Frigga.
Down on the ground, Astrid let out another loud sigh, waiting for it to be over. It wasn’t really that she didn’t want to see who got everything, but with the weight of the ball that came after relying heavily on the maids, she just wanted to go inside and get to work so they could all rest earlier rather than later.
The palace staff was never overworked perse, but in times of glamorous parties, they were the most imperative part of the planning in order for it to go seamlessly. Astrid took pride in the work she did, and she knew plenty other maids who could say the same.
“Enjoy the moment Astrid! It is not every day we see who the next ruler of Asgard will be! soak it in!!” Another young maid named Signe said with a giggle.
“I know I know. I just wish it was closer to the time of the ball so we could have more time to get everything ready.” She groans back, leaning against one of the many fountains surrounding the courtyard.
Her friends collectively rolled their eyes.
“We have put together much more complicated parties than this one. The worst part is hanging the banners, and I am sure some of the guards will help with that.” Her roommate Liv chimes in, making them all, including Astrid, giggle.
Liv was the flirtiest of their bunch, and she had a knack for convincing the guards or butlers or stableboys or pretty much any man to do the harder parts for them. No one complained about it, given that the tasks usually required an annoying amount of time standing and holding things above your head for who knows how long while you waited for someone to grab it and hang it, a task no one would enjoy.
“They are supposed to protect us anyway, now they are just protecting us from overexertion too.” Liv always said with a shrug and a giggle.
Astrid watches up above at the tall balcony, shading her eyes from the bright and warm sun. She stares as if willing the man to continue his proclamation, still waiting for the opportunity to retreat back into the castle.
As if on cue, the papers are picked back up, and he continues on.
“I, King Odin, being of sound mind and body, decree that my worldly possessions, including all monetary and physical assets be distributed as follows” He starts, stopping to turn and give Loki a glare when he scoffs at the use of Midgardian languages and practices. Loki merely shrugs as though completely innocent in response.
The announcer clears his throat and continues on. “Should my wife Frigga predecease me, A quarter of my monetary assets must be given to my eldest son Thor Odinson. Another quarter goes to my younger son Loki Odinson. The remainder shall be distributed in ways to help Asgard flourish, as well as to the heir to the throne.” He reads, and the crowd goes completely silent, confused by the lack of a named heir.
“I leave my son Thor Odinson the armour left in the royal armory, the staff I have carried as king, the Midgardian artifacts, and the power over the royal guard. He shall make an excellent leader to them all.” He states, and Thor’s face drops at the lack of a throne in his list.
“To my son Loki Odinson, I leave my gold helmet, the library of the palace, the west wing of the palace, and the throne I have sat upon to make my decrees. May he find read much wisdom while he sits in a fine chair.” Loki laughs a testy, angry sort of laugh.
The audience remains speechless, staring up in a mix of confusion and fear. Not once had any of them thought anyone other than the princes would take reign over their kingdom. Now, it looked like neither of them would.
“Finally, I leave the crown, the throne, and leadership over Asgard, as well as the palace and power over its staff to Astrid Ivarsdottir.” The man finishes, clearly having not read the will in full before now, given the look of shock on his face and the way he brought the parchment that much closer to his face.
Astrids breath hitched and her hands gripped tightly around the edges of the fountains frame. Her knuckles were going white, she was going white. Everything around her was moving in a sort of slow motion, her ears ringing loudly.
“Who?!” Someone called out, and a chorus of others chimed in. Soon enough, the crowd was in hysterics, trying to find out who this girl was.
Meanwhile, the princes were just as anxious. Loki was livid, snarling at the man as though he’d been the one to be so cruel to the boys, and not their own father.
“How in the norns did this happen?!” He demanded, looking quite ready to strangle the poor guy.
“Loki murder is not the answer!” Thor said, pulling his brother away.
“Well then finding this girl and how she managed to convince our father to play such a cruel trick on his own sons is!” He growls back, analyzing the chaos below.
Then, he saw her. The redhead from before, the one who ran into them both in the hall, the one who caught their eyes. The girl was pale as a sheet, staring into nothing, breathing heavy. Loki knew instantly the girl they were looking for was her. And he made sure Thor knew it too.
“Astrid? Astrid!” Liv whispered, not wanting more attention on them. She carefully splashes Astrids back with the cool water from the fountain behind her, earning a gasp in response.
“Thanks.” Astrid mumbles, slowly returning to herself.
But when she looks back up at Liv, she sees a guards finger pointed at her. And then she sees thousands of pairs of eyes. And all of them are on her.
Summary: In the midst of Odin’s death, a will is to be read. Asgard is overjoyed, but still in mourning. It is clear everything will go to one of his two sons, Prince Thor or Prince Loki, and there’s hardly a question as to which will win everything. But what if neither of them does?? What if, with a major catch, a young maid is the name they find written and bound to the throne…
Warnings: violence, angst, potentially some steam…
Pairings: OC x Loki/ OC x Thor (Love triangle)
Key Characters:
Astrid Ivarsdottir
“I am not a game for you to play. I am the player, and I will win.”
Thor Odinson
“I may be kind, but that is not to say I will not strike back in a time of need. Ruling me out is your own mistake.”
Loki Odinson
“You tell me, is it the truth or am I just very persuasive? Even I can’t tell the difference sometimes.”
