Masterlist - Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures
Plot summary :An Agent assigned to work with the Avengers is exposed to a new Hydra neuro-toxin and needs intimate assistance, but who should help them? This is my take on the sex pollen trope.
Choose your favourite - Thor or Steve : There are two options shown below, the reader gets to choose whether Thor or Steve will be the one to offer NSFW assistance.
Note : The two Times stories are very similar but the two versions of Measures are almost completely different, because let’s face it Thor and Steve will have a different approach to sex!
Desperate Times is the build-up to the story with sexual tension and some dirty talk, whilst Desperate Measures has all the really filthy smut. They can be read as stand-alone fics but are better read together.
Warnings - NSFW, 18+ only, smut, more smut, swearing, sex pollen so sort of dub-con
Tony throws a party, and you have no shortage of admirers. But where does your heart really lie? And why does Thor have a glittery beard? (Reader is Tony’s sister)
Masterlist - Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures
Plot summary :An Agent assigned to work with the Avengers is exposed to a new Hydra neuro-toxin and needs intimate assistance, but who should help them? This is my take on the sex pollen trope.
Choose your favourite - Thor or Steve : There are two options shown below, the reader gets to choose whether Thor or Steve will be the one to offer NSFW assistance.
Note : The two Times stories are very similar but the two versions of Measures are almost completely different, because let’s face it Thor and Steve will have a different approach to sex!
Desperate Times is the build-up to the story with sexual tension and some dirty talk, whilst Desperate Measures has all the really filthy smut. They can be read as stand-alone fics but are better read together.
Warnings - NSFW, 18+ only, smut, more smut, swearing, sex pollen so sort of dub-con
Notes: And so we begin with my attempt at replacing the ficlets I deleted from this collection! I’m going to try to post one a week, but there’s a lot going on, so I’m not going to beat myself up if I can’t get to it.
Hypocrisy
Finally! After an entire morning’s worth of needling and squirming and pouting, you found yourself in the open corridors of Asgard’s royal palace. Being a young woman—the only daughter of Odin’s Captain of the Guard at that—meant that you typically didn’t have many options for adventure whenever your father chose to drag you up there for some “society,” and that day’s meeting had been less adventure than most. Now that you were free of his and Odin’s watchful eyes, you intended to find yourself some fun, and you knew just who to look for to find that.
“Loki!”
Or perhaps that person would find you first. The enraged voice you caused you to jump about a foot in the air in fright.
A clatter of footsteps followed this cry. Louder they grew, and louder and louder, until a boy around your own age rounded the distant corner. You recognized him at once by the mischievous grin on his face. He in turn must have recognized you, for he picked up his pace the moment he spotted you.
“Loki?” you asked, but could not question Odin’s youngest son further before he darted behind you.
“Perfect timing as always, [Name],” he said.
“Perfect timing for what?”
“Loki, I am going to kill you!” the same voice from shouted. “And then I’m going to tell Mother!”
A strange noise issued from behind you. Turning, you found Loki stifling his laughter with his own palm. His green eyes twinkled with mirth. Thor continued stomping up the hall and opening (and slamming shut) every door on the way, and that only seemed to amuse Loki all the more.
“What did you do?” you asked. Your tone smacked the smile right off his face.
“Nothing!”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing.”
“All right, nothing important. Nothing Thor should be so worked up over, anyway. It was only a prank.”
“I thought the Allfather told you to stop pulling pranks on your brother,” you said with your hands on your hips.
Loki rolled his eyes. “What does he know? Thor’s got to learn to take a joke.”
“It’s not a joke if your prank is mean.”
“No one got bit this time! What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that you’re being—”
“There you are!”
Thor had found Loki at last. At least, you thought it was Thor. The red-faced boy headed right for you looked familiar, only he had bright blue hair with eyebrows to match. Your attempt at a swift greeting curtsy went ignored. Only Loki could capture Thor’s interest at the moment.
“Turn it back!” Thor shouted.
Loki didn’t flinch. “No.”
“If you don’t, I'll—”
“Make me? How? Get Sif to hold me down so you can punch me?”
Instead of thinking of a better way to finish his threat, Thor—still looking utterly ridiculous with his blue hair—lunged at his brother with a wordless cry of anger. Loki ducking behind you deterred Thor not at all. The two boys, one snarling, the other snickering, circled you. Around and around they went until you grew dizzy enough to shove the nearest person out of the endless whirlwind.
Unfortunately, that person turned out to be Thor. More unfortunately still, your shoving him was enough for you to end up at the wrong end of his wrath yourself.
“You're helping him!” Thor snapped incredulously.
“What?” You shook your head. “No, I—”
“I should have guessed you were in on this, [Name].”
“Wait. I had nothing to—”
“You're always helping him pick on me!”
“I never—”
“If that’s how you want things to be, fine. I’ll tell your dad, too. When he hears about this—”
A sudden peal of laughter from Loki interrupted Thor’s tirade. Disconcerted, Thor paused, but it didn’t take long for him to open his mouth to continue lecturing you. He took a deep breath, then found himself unable to speak over your laughter.
“What?” he demanded, looking between you and Loki as the two of you doubled over gasping for breath. “What are you laughing at? What’s so funny?”
“Maybe—maybe you should check a mirror,” Loki managed to choke out.
Thor’s eyes narrowed, but clearly his suspicions were great enough to convince him to follow Loki’s advice and leave you both unattended. It did not take long for him to find a reflective surface in the lush corridor. He took one look, then gasped. For good reason, too: Above his quivering lips now sat a magnificent mustache the exact same color as the rest of his hair.
“Mother!” Thor bawled before rushing back out of sight once more.
They were too much, his hysterics. Together you and Loki melted into a guffawing puddle right there on the palace floor. Only several minutes later did either of you recover to rise, hiccuping, into a seated position.
Loki shot you a knowing look as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “I thought you said I wasn’t to prank Thor anymore,” he said.
You sat up as straight as you could and said in your most prim of voices, “Thor has to learn to take a joke.”
This very nearly sent the two of you to the floor again. Struggling to contain himself, Loki instead hopped to his feet and offered you a hand to follow suit. You allowed him to pull you up. Each of you shot the other enormous grins at the exact same time. Then you both wordlessly raced up the hall side by side. Thor would be back soon, almost certainly with backup. Until then, there remained plenty of fun for you and your friend to go looking for.
It had taken hours (although it felt more like days), constant reiteration of the rules, and so many practice rounds it would make a normal person’s head spin. But after all this time and effort, you knew Thor could do it.
“Ready?” you asked as you held out your fist.
Though he didn’t look as confident as usual, he reached out his own. “Ready.“
"Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock,” you chanted. At the end, you triumphantly thrust out a lizard.
Thor, however, continued to leave his fist in the air as he stared at your hand.
“Uh. Thor? You gonna stick with that rock there?”
“That depends,” he said slowly. “What does rock do?”
The rest of the group around you groaned. Even Natasha fell back onto the couch with her head in her hands.
“Really?” Bruce mumbled. “Really?”
“I am sorry,” Thor said, and had the grace to look sheepish. “I do not understand this strange Midgardian custom of choosing things.”
Steve heaved a sigh.
“Okay, you know what?” Tony got to his feet. “We’re done. You and Blondie here should have settled this hours ago. We’re just going to watch–”
“No one wants to watch another documentary about you, Stark,” Steve said into his hands.
The rest of the group made noises of agreement. Tony, apparently thinking that this was somehow your fault, glowered at you and gestured at Thor.
“By all means, spend the rest of our lives trying to teach an immortal dog new tricks.”
You glowered at him in response. Thor had to wave his free hand in front of your eye to bring your focus back to him.
“[Name]?”
This time, it was you that sighed. “Scissor cuts paper; paper covers rock; rock crushes lizard; lizard poisons Spock; Spock smashes scissors; scissors decapitate lizard; lizard eats paper; paper disproves Spock; Spock vaporizes rock, and rock crushes scissors.” You made a cutting motion with two fingers in the air. “Got it?”
He beamed. “I understand completely. Thank you, [Name].”
“No problem.” You sat up straight once more. “Let’s just get this over with before I have to listen to another eight hours about the Stark Expo. Ready?”
“Hey, I’m just saying,” Tony called. “This is your last chance. You guys don’t decide this round, we’re doing whatI want to do. My tower, my rules.”
“Ready?” you asked again without even showing any sign that you had heard him. Thor nodded.
“I am prepared!”
“Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock!”
You held up Spock. Thor continued to hold up rock. The only difference this round was that he looked delighted.
“I win!” he cried joyously.
“What?” You looked from your hand to his. “No, you don’t. Spock vaporizes rock.”
"But Spock is an alien not of Asgard.“
You nodded.
"And a rock is of Midgard.”
"Um…so?“
"The only things that can defeat those of Midgard are those of Asgard! Thus, the victory is mine.”
You stared. And stared. And stared some more. Finally, without taking his eyes off the still-blank television screen, Bruce spoke up:
“He still doesn’t get it.”
Looks like you’d all get to spend your night learning about Stark Industries again after all.
Loki had always been a bit different–a bit more magic than muscle, a bit more tricky than truthful, a bit more bitter than sweet. But for all your years in his company, you never imagined you’d have to see his face through the wall of a prison cell.
“So they decided to send you to break me. I should have known,” Loki breathed, his grin as fragile as glass.
You weren’t sure how long he had known you were there. Perhaps the entire time, as silent as you had been trying to remain. As his green eyes caught the little light that filtered into his cell, you stepped forward.
“Break you?” you asked. “Why would they ask me to break you?”
“Oh, I think you know.”
You shook your head, your fingers fluttering out to brush against the surface of his cell wall. “What happened to you?”
“What happened to me? What happened to me? What happened to you?”
“Getting Thor exiled,” you said without answering him. “Trying to kill him and our friends. Destroying the Frost Giants. Murdering hundreds of innocent Midgardians.” You lifted your gaze to meet his. “You’ve changed.”
That got his ire. Loki strode forward. “I have not changed!” His shout was so loud that you stumbled backward. Though he couldn’t get himself any closer to you, Loki clenched his hands into fists and grimaced down at you. “I have simply learned what I truly am!”
“A Frost Giant?” you said calmly, getting to your feet and gathering your skirts around you along with your wits. “Thor told me. Loki, you cannot believe–”
“They told you!“ He barked out a wild laugh. “Of course they did! You’re Thor’s little lapdog now, aren’t you?”
“Loki, you are speaking madness. I would never–”
“Don’t deny it! You helped them. You helped them all. And you would send me back to exile as soon as you could to be rid of me. Just like my damned family!”
“What are you saying? Thor loves you! He–He adores you. And Odin–”
“All of it was lies, wasn’t it, [Name]?” His voice dropped to regular volume and his smile returned to something close to normal as he stepped backward and away from you. “The truth comes out. Everything we shared, it was all a lie so you could watch me, spy on me for my family.”
“What?” Hurt colored your tone.“ No. Loki–Loki, I–”
“Don’t say it.” He held up a hand. “I don’t want to hear that you love me. Not anymore. You lied to me, just like everyone else.”
You pressed a hand to your heart and moved forward again. “Loki–”
He whirled around. “Get out of my sight! I never want to see you again!”
A shaky breath escaped your lips, but:
“If that is what you wish, your Highness.”
All he did was watch you as you bowed and left the room.
Pairing:Thor x Reader Summary: A mysterious stranger runs into you in the middle of a storm and you can’t help but be smitten with him the moment you lay eyes on him. Even after the initial sparks between you, it seems like the feelings weren’t returned. Little did you know, the man was head over heels for you, too. Warnings:Language Word Count:~4,600 A/N:This has been reposted after my original was deleted in the Great Tumblr Purge 2k18.
You stepped out of the bakery with a small paper bag clutched in your hand and squinted up at the sky. Had it been this cloudy when you’d walked in ten minutes ago? You didn’t think so.
As if aware of your thoughts and trying to prove a point, the sky lit up with a crack of lightning, searing your retinas and leaving the image of the outline of the buildings ingrained behind your eyelids. The roll of thunder shook your bones and you grimaced as the sky opened up and the rain began to fall in fat droplets that promised to soak you through your clothes the moment you stepped out from under the bakery’s awning. It’d been so nice out when you’d left the house you hadn’t brought a jacket, much less an umbrella.
You took a deep breath, steeled yourself, ducked, and began running down the sidewalk for home, bag of pastries stuffed safely under your shirt.
You made it maybe half a block before you ran face-first into someone you hadn’t been able to see in the downpour. You yelped as you were sent stumbling backwards. Your heel caught on the uneven sidewalk and, with a shriek of surprise, you fell backwards, straight onto your ass.
You swore loudly. That had really fucking hurt.
And now you were definitely soaked to the bone.
“My apologies, that was horribly clumsy of me,” came a deep voice from in front of you.
You had half a mind to cuss this person out, but the words died in your throat when you finally looked up at him.
“Holy shit, did I die?” you breathed, staring wide-eyed up at the man. His hand was held out for you to take, but you didn’t even see it. You were too focused on his face. He had to be an angel.
He frowned slightly, confused. “I don’t believe so,” he said with a tentative smile. You couldn’t place the accent, but you knew one thing for sure. It was nice. His voice was nice. His mouth was nice. No, his face. No… his entire him was nice. Were you drooling? You were probably drooling.
“Oh, that’s… that’s good,” you said distractedly.
He smiled at you and you felt your heart skip a beat. “As comfortable as I’m sure the pedestrian pathway is, surely you don’t plan on staying there all evening?” he asked, putting his hand out a few more inches towards you.
“Oh, uh, right,” you said, feeling heat rush to your cheeks as you grabbed his hand. It was huge, like the rest of him. He helped you to your feet as though you weighed nothing. “Thank you,” you mumbled, embarrassed.
“You have nothing to thank me for. It was I who knocked you down, after all,” he said, ducking down slightly so he could catch your eye.
You looked up, which happened to be a mistake, because one look at him sent your brain into overdrive and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest.
“I should, uh- I’m going to-” you took a step backwards (thankfully not catching your foot on the lip of the sidewalk again)-
And directly onto your bag of pastries.
You looked down at your foot, eyes widening in horror.
“My danishes!” you yelped, horrified. You removed your foot quickly and picked it up but it was clear from a single peek inside they were dead. Gone. Squished. Unsalvageable.
The man leaned forward slightly so he could take a peek into the bag. “Baked goods?” he asked, brows slightly furrowed.
You nodded glumly and tossed the bag into the nearby trash bin. “I had really been looking forward to those, too…”
He frowned and looked over your shoulder. “You procured them from that shop there, yes?” he asked, pointing to the bakery.
You nodded. “Yeah, they make the best danishes and gourmet bagels in the area. I can only treat myself once a week, so-”
“Allow me to replace the baked goods I had a hand in destroying,” he said, smiling radiantly at you. His big eyes (one brown, one blue, which was stunning) were practically pleading with you and you found yourself nodding without realizing it. “Wonderful. Lead the way,” he said, sweeping one of those huge arms out to gesture down the street. With a start you suddenly realized what you’d agreed to. You nodded again dumbly and began walking back towards the bakery. You supposed if it was an excuse to be around this man for even a moment longer it was worth it.
You didn’t see the way he was looking at you when your back was turned, eyes soft and curious, smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. You were so frazzled by the sudden turn of events that it didn’t occur to you that the rain had stopped the moment he looked at you until much, much later.
The bell tinkled above the door and the girl at the counter, Angela, looked up from behind the counter.
“I told you you shouldn’t have gone out in that mess! Just look at-” she froze as the man walked in behind you. Her jaw practically hit the floor. “-You,” she breathed, giving the man a not-so-subtle once over before nodding in approval.
You frowned, then quickly coached your face back into something resembling neutrality. Angela could look at him if she wanted to. You didn’t even know this guy’s name, much less have a reason to be jealous.
“I, uh, actually dropped the danishes and-”
“We’d like to procure some replacements,” the man said with a winning smile.
Angela almost swooned.
“Comin’ right up!” she said, moving to hastily grab the two nicest-looking danishes from the glass display case in front of her.
You followed the man to the counter in a daze, wondering if you were, perhaps, dreaming. It made more sense than a random [very, very hot] stranger buying pastries for you.
Angela rang them up and told him the total, her eyes glued to his face (though they occasionally wandered down to his arms). He frowned and suddenly began patting down every available pocket on his person, ruffling up his short sleeved shirt and jeans.
“Ah!” he said victoriously as he pulled out a credit card. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. It was a JP Morgan Chase Palladium Visa. “My friend told me you use that for currency here, yes? He told me to use it whenever I wanted to buy something.”
Angela’s eyes fell to the card he was handing her and she made a tiny squeak and looked like she was about to pass out for a second. The man looked confused, but Angela was nodding. “Yeah, that’ll work,” she said faintly.
You stared open-mouthed at the man in front of you. His accent and words were definitely odd. He was dressed kind of like a homeless man, if you were being honest (but a very hot homeless man). He was kind and offered to pay for the things you dropped after you ran into him. And he had a credit card only millionaires and billionaires had.
To top it all off he nearly walked away without getting the card back from Angela, who dashed around the counter and handed it off to him like she would have handed someone a baby.
You followed him out of the bakery, nearly sighing in relief when the sun began warming up your rain-soaked clothes. You turned to look at the mystery man, smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this. I didn’t even catch your name,” you said, dreading the fact that your time with the man was coming to an end.
“Thor,” he said, smiling down at you. “And what may I call you?” he asked quietly.
“(Y/N),” you said, trying your darndest to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks.
“A beautiful name. It truly fits you,” he said, smiling so sincerely at you that you had to look away. It was too radiant.
He hadn’t made any moves to leave, however, so you somehow plucked up the courage to ask, “would you like to walk me home, Thor?”
He nodded immediately. “Yes, I think I’d like that very much.”
You smiled at him, but quickly looked away, too embarrassed at how excited you were. Thor didn’t seem to mind and quickly fell in step beside you as you walked towards your home. You may have taken the longer way, but you wouldn’t ever admit it.
While you walked you offered him one of the danishes as a thank you. He only took it after you assured him it was alright with you. You chatted happily away between mouthfuls of danish. Apparently he wasn’t from around here, which you’d guessed pretty quickly. The odd thing was that he seemed to be enjoying your time together as much as you were.
Soon, much too soon, you were in front of your apartment building. It took all of your paper-thin self control to turn to say goodbye, smile plastered on your face.
You opened your mouth to say thank you, but froze when he lifted his hand up and slowly brushed his thumb across a spot just below your bottom lip. His other fingers kept your chin tilted up just enough that you were forced to stare right into his eyes… which were darting between your lips and your eyes.
The moment dragged on for what felt like a small eternity, neither of you moving, before he pulled his hand away. A small dollop of cherry filling dyed the tip of his thumb red and you watched, attention focused completely on it, as his tongue darted out and licked off the sweet, sticky treat.
Were you having a heart attack? You were sure you were having a heart attack. No, wait, it was just beating really fast.
“Is something the matter?” he asked, looking down at you with concern.
You snapped out of your daze and shook your head quickly. “No, no! Nothing. I just- it was really nice spending time with you, Thor,” you admitted quietly, unable to meet his gaze.
“Nice enough that you would be willing to do it again?” he asked, a hint of hope slipping into his voice.
Your head snapped up so quickly you nearly gave yourself whiplash. You looked for any signs of deceit or trickery but, finding none, you nodded quickly, a hopeful smile creeping onto your face. “Yeah, I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”
Thor’s answering smile was brighter than the sun. He took your hand gently in his and brought it to your lips, ghosting a kiss over your knuckles.
You were flying so high over that little brief contact that it wasn’t until you were back in your room, stripping off your wet clothes, that you realized he hadn’t asked for your number.
The rest of the night passed by in a stupor.
You’d been played. Thor didn’t want to see you again. He just wanted to be rid of a clingy hanger-on after he’d had his fun.
Thor stepped onto the Observatory. Heimdall twisted Hofund and the Bifost turned off.
“Did you have a pleasant visit to earth, my king?” Heimdall asked, giving Thor a knowing smile.
Thor smiled at the other man. “Keep an eye on her, would you please? I’d like to visit her again soon.”
“Of course, my king,” Heimdall said with a kind smile and nod of his head. “You should know, Hela and Loki redesigned the throne room again.”
Thor sighed but smile fondly. “Of course they did. Did Hela’s defense of the realms from the remnants of Thanos’ forces go well?”
Heimdall nodded solemnly. “It’s good that that man attacked when he did. He did the one thing he shouldn’t have: united you and your siblings against a common enemy.”
Thor laughed gently at that. “Well I suppose we should be grateful and not dwell on what could have been.”
Heimdall inclined his head, grin sparkling in the light of the Bifrost. “Agreed. Go well, my king.”
“And you, Heimdall.”
You found yourself wishing for thunder and lightning and rain. Even though it seemed fairly obvious that Thor wanted nothing to do with you you kept wishing you could run into him by chance again, just like that first time in the pouring rain.
Days passed too slowly and too quickly at the same time. Your mind kept going back to what you could have done differently. What you could have possibly done to make him not like you. How you could have changed what happened. In a word, you were miserable.
“Leaving again so soon, little brother?” Hela asked, appearing out of the shadows. He was so used to Loki doing it that it didn’t phase him in the least.
“I have some business to take care of on Midgard,” Thor said as he continued to change into his Midgardian clothes. Hela pointedly looked away, but Loki had no such issues.
“You’ve barely been back a month!” he complained, appearing out of thin air in a greenish light. His grey eyes were glaring furious holes into his brother. “We just secured a lasting peace with the Frost Giants!” Hela rolled her eyes at that, but her brothers ignored it.
“Yes, and I trust the two of you to keep the realms from falling to chaos for the few days I’ll be gone. I think you are more than up to the task.”
Hela and Loki stared flatly at each other. Looking at them like that Thor sometimes wondered if he wasn’t the adopted one.
“Who was in charge last time?” Thor asked, looking between the two of them.
Loki crossed his arms and glared at Thor. “It was I,” he said begrudgingly the same time Hela said, “Loki.”
Thor nodded. “It’s your turn then, sister. Send for me if the need arises, but otherwise I’ll be returning in a few days.”
Hela waved him away and sauntered out of the room. “Don’t hurry back,” she snarked.
Loki glared at her back as she went, but turned his attention back to Thor after a moment. “It’s another human girl, isn’t it?” he asked shrewdly.
“Yes,” Thor admitted, not seeing the point in hiding the truth from Loki.
Loki’s frown deepened. “You really think that wise? After Jane?”
Thor smiled a little sadly at his brother, but it cleared up a bit as he thought about you. “You didn’t see her, brother.”
Loki took one look at Thor’s face and threw his hands up in exasperation. “Fine. Do whatever you want. Just don’t expect me to pick up the pieces when it doesn’t work out!” he said testily. It was clear to both of them, though, that he’d definitely be there if you broke his heart.
It was raining again. The outside looked like what your apartment’s atmosphere felt like on the inside.
A knock on your door snapped you out of your absent Netflix-bingeing stupor. You groaned and peeled yourself off the couch, slipping on the nearest pair of only slightly dirty, worn-out sweats.
“Comin’,” you grumbled half-heartedly. If you were lucky it was just the UPS guy or something and not your neighbor coming to bother you again.
You yawned loudly as you opened the door and that’s how Thor found you, mouth opened comically wide and single arm reaching towards the ceiling.
You froze, eyes widening and mouth slamming closed with an audible click of your teeth. You wanted to sink into the floor. You looked a total mess and here Thor was, standing just outside your door, looking like he stepped straight out of a modeling magazine.
“Hello,” Thor said with a smile, as though he didn’t see how completely hideous you looked. “I hope I’m not intruding…” he said, the statement tilting up to a question at the end.
You shook your head wildly for a moment then froze, panic clear on your face. “You’re not, but- uh- please just wait here a moment,” you said before you slammed the door unceremoniously in his face. You winced as the sound reverberated against the halls of your apartment, but if you turned around and opened the door to apologize you knew you’d just shove your foot in your mouth and make it worse. You practically ran to your room and dug through your drawers and closet until you found much more sensible clothes that didn’t make you look like you went dumpster diving for fun.
You scampered back to the door and prayed Thor was still there.
He was, brows furrowed slightly as he looked at you. “Is something the matter?” he asked, eyeing you with concern.
You couldn’t help but smile up at him, even as your stomach did a flip from the nerves. “No, no! I just, uh- I didn’t want you to have to look at me in my lazy clothes,” you admitted with a slightly strained smile, hoping he’d just laugh along.
Of course, he didn’t laugh. “I don’t understand. Was your previous outfit not satisfactory?” he asked, confusion lining his features.
You chuckled nervously. “No, sweats are fine, but I don’t exactly look good in them,” and I want to look good in front of you because you’re the single most attractive person I’ve ever met and for some strange reason you’re talking to me again.
“But you looked attractive in them, just as you do now,” Thor said quietly, his odd-colored eyes sparkling as he smiled fondly down at you.
His smile must have fried your brain. “I missed you,” you blurted out. You fought the urge to slap your hand over your mouth as you felt the blood drain from your face.
Thor only smiled wider and his shoulders relaxed a margin. “I missed you, too. I brought baked goods from my home in the hopes that you might wish to share them with me,” he said, holding up the small basket you hadn’t noticed until that moment.
You knew you looked like you’d been hit by a brick wall so you quickly gathered your face back into something a little more restrained. “Oh! Thank you. Would you like to come in?” you asked, thanking your lucky stars that you’d cleaned your apartment recently.
Thor stepped inside and you wondered at how he managed to fit his broad shoulders through the doorway, but then he was right in front of you, inside your home, and all higher thinking ceased.
You closed the door and walked quickly to your tiny open plan kitchen-dining room-living room area with Thor following dutifully behind. While you busied yourself grabbing plates and napkins you found your mouth wandering of its own accord as it often did when you were flustered.
“I honestly didn’t think I’d see you again. I didn’t get your number before you left so I figured you weren’t actually that interested, but here you are-”
You turned around with the plates only to freeze when you found Thor standing directly in front of you, his brows knit together in concern.
“I do not own a cellular phone. It had not occurred to me that not asking for a way to contact you using one would be seen as a sign of disinterest. I’m sorry. I can assure you that’s not the case,” he said quietly. Your breath hitched when he slowly brought his hand up and brushed a strand of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear.
He leaned in slowly, arms purposefully not caging you in so you could move if you wanted to. His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before they returned to your eyes. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmured, so close that you could see the individual flecks of color in his eyes.
“Please don’t stop,” you choked out, leaning forward to get yourself that much closer to his lips.
It was all Thor needed to bridge the last few inches between you. His lips were on yours and you couldn’t help the tiny noise in the back of your throat. You’d been thinking about this nonstop since you met him a month ago. Deep down you’d hoped this would happen even when your mind told your heart to stop dwelling on him. Your fingers buried themselves in his hair and his huge arms wrapped themselves securely but gently around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest. His beard rasped deliciously against your soft skin, a heavenly contrast to his soft, warm lips. It was entirely too much and not enough all at the same time.
All too soon you had to break away for air, heart pounding fast in your throat, your every nerve alight.
For his part, Thor looked just as awestruck as you. “That was…” he breathed, smiling down at you.
“Amazing,” you whispered, grin lighting up your face.
“And not the last, I hope?” he asked coyly, smile turning playful.
You smiled and shook your head. “I hope not. Now… about those pastries,” you said, reaching down to twine your fingers with his.
“Oh, I’d almost forgotten,” Thor said, moving over to the basket. “These were my mother’s favorite. I confess I was never any good at making them but my brother makes them better than anyone I know.”
He handed you the confection that you absolutely didn’t have a name for. You gave him a single look of playful uncertainty before taking a careful bite. You groaned low, eyes fluttering shut. It blew your danishes right out of the water, light and fluffy and sweet, its fruit filling a flavor you couldn’t quite place, though it was citrus-y.
“This is amazing!” you said excitedly once you’d swallowed. “I’ve never had anything like it!”
Thor smiled almost shyly. “Well, I’d hope not. Asgardian fruit trees would be an invasive species on your planet.”
You nodded along happily and took another bite, though you froze with the pastry in your mouth. You pulled it out slowly, staring wide-eyed at Thor.
“Asgardian? Like the old Norse mythology, Asgard?” you asked, smiling nervously at what you hoped was a joke.
Wait, his name was Thor. Was this all some clever prank? Were you on TV? Was this the punch line??
Thor nodded, seemingly undisturbed by your reaction. “Aye, Asgard. Tis where I hail from,” he said, as though he’d said he was from the next town over.
Oh my god, you’d kissed a crazy person. Was this pastry drugged? Was he going to cut your liver out and leave you in a bathtub of ice? Leave you dead in a ditch somewhere after he carved you up with a kitchen knife?
A sudden light outside the window drew your attention. It was bright and shimmering and flickered with every color of the rainbow. Thor looked at it, too, frown creasing his brow.
“Forgive me, I do believe that’s for me,” he said, walking over to the doors of your tiny balcony.
He opened the doors and, before you could say anything, stepped up onto and over the edge.
You squeaked in surprise and ran to the balcony. Surely you’d be charged for murder when they found his body smashed to goop on the street below your apartment.
Except Thor wasn’t a pile of goop. He was floating down to the ground gracefully, shirt rustling gently with the slight breeze. You gaped open-mouthed as he touched gently to the ground and began talking with a tall, lithe, black haired woman you didn’t recognize. You couldn’t discern any of their words from this high up, but the woman’s eyes flicked up to you once or twice and the sound of Thor’s disgruntled tones drifted up to you.
Eventually their conversation ended and they took a few steps away from each other. The woman’s icy blue eyes stared up at you the entire time and you could sense the deadly aura even from this far away. You had half a mind to run back inside and lock the doors, but your legs wouldn’t move.
You nearly screamed in surprise when the light came back again, almost blinding you and sending your hair flying every which way. A second later it was gone and, where the woman had been standing a moment before, was a large geometric design burned into the cement. A similar one that you hadn’t noticed before was only a few yards away. You were so engrossed in what had just happened that you didn’t realize Thor was back until he was practically hovering in front of you.
Hovering as in floating as in flying. Not touching the ground or the railings.
“I apologize. My sister and brother were quarreling and needed my input to settle their disagreement. I’ve made them promise not to bother me while I remain here with you from this point onward.”
You could have said anything. Anything intelligent, collected, or witty. Instead, you managed to eek out, “You’re flying.”
Thor’s smile was coy. “Yes, I suppose I am. Would you like to join me?”
You shook your head quickly, the thought of flying simply terrifying you at the moment. “You’re the Thor. From the Avengers,” you whispered, pieces finally falling into place in your mind.
Thor frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. “I thought you knew,” he said quietly.
You shook your head side to side almost violently.
Thor looked nervous now, caught between wanting to give you space and not wanting to scare you by continuing to float in front of your balcony. Giving you space won out and he stayed where he was. “Had I known you were unaware I would have said something… It explains why you didn’t fall over yourself trying to get my autograph, though,” he said, an attempt to lighten the mood. “I hope… that this will not be a problem for you. My interest in you is genuine and it wasn’t my intention to blindside you in such a manner.”
You finally got your breathing under control and attempted to get your mind settled in a similar way. “No, I- I’m an idiot for not realizing it sooner,” you said, hand wiping a path down the side of your face.
Thor drifted down a few inches so he could catch your eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. “Then you care not about this new development?”
You bit your lip for a moment before a grin worked its way onto your lips. “If this is your way of asking me if I still like you, the answer is yes,” you said, grin widening as Thor’s face lit up light a Christmas tree. “Are you going to float there all day or are you going to come back inside with me so we can finish the food you so thoughtfully brought me?” you asked, facing him as you slowly backed into your apartment, hand outstretched invitingly.
Thor looked absolutely lost on you as he landed on the balcony and took your hand gently in his, following after you as though he was incapable of doing anything else. “Whatever the lady desires,” he said quietly, looking at you so adoringly at you that you felt heat creep up into your cheeks.
“And if I desire you?” you asked, unable to look him in the eye.
Thor reached down and tilted your chin gently upwards so you were forced to look at him. “Then you’ll have me.”
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a story for y’all. I hate to admit it, but life gets in the way sometimes and there’s not much I can do to stop it. Despite life, my love and my thoughts always stayed with my tumblr family as I continued to extend my hiatus far beyond what I ever expected.
Given unmentionable world-wide circumstances, I would like to try and bring a little peace and happiness back to that family!
For as long as circumstances allow, my requests are open Given my goal to spread a little peace and joy, however, I will not be accepting angst requests. Anything and everything else will be accepted, written, and posted within a week.
A/N : Here is the first imagine of the Holiday season ! For now it’s only a sort of prompts but I’d like to do some short stories following this prologue. Hope you enjoy!
« CHRISTMAS IS CANCELLED ! »
The whole crew present turned to you with wide eyes which translated more confusion than worry, despite the horrible thing you just said.
« What the hell are you talking about ? »
You turned to Tony, your face twisted into the most worry expression you could ever have.
« I said, Christmas is cancelled ! Santa’s missing ! »
« WHAT ? »
The booming voice filled the whole room like thunder. And the thundered himself, got on his feet at the speed of light and his expression was one very similar to yours.
« We can’t let christmas be cancelled ! I love christmas and the presents and the food and the decorations and… »
« I think we got the idea, big guy » Steve interrupted before turning back to you
« Y/N , please, give us more informations, because I have troubles to follow what you are saying here »
You sight and decided to sit in the nearest spot of the couch, you let yourself relax as much as you could into the furniture and looked at your teammates.
« My father is missing. I’ve tried to contact him for a week but I never managed to. At first, I thought he was busy, it’s always like this at that time of the year but today one of his elves called me asking if I knew where he was. I called everyone I could, my mom, the workshop director and every single elves in the North Pole but no one knows where he is. »
All eyes were on you and you knew you sounded mad but you were in the worst situation ever, with two weeks left until Christmas and Santa disappearing the world would go to shit.
« Let me get this straight ; your dad is Santa and he’s missing, as a result of the previous statement, Christmas is doomed » Clint interjected
At what he said, you could just nod.
Your heard a chuckle from the other side of the couch and caught Tony losing himself in a fit a giggle.
Looking around you, you see the other fighting against the same pulsions, they tired to hide their smile and cointain their laughter but they weren’t that good at it.
« I’m not asking you to believe me. But this is the truth and if you refuse to help me, I’ll save Christmas by myself. After all, I’m a superhero too. »
At this words, you qucikly stood up and left, not looking back at your teammates ; decided to save your father yourself.
With your new found goal, you went straight to your room. Your grabbed your sport bag and threw it your bed before taking all the items you would need like weapons and all sorts of devices. But above all, your father snowglobe was placed securely around your neck, attached to a silver chain. The item was a simple glass globe and inside was a raging blizzard, snow was hitting the glass with such violence that the whole item was balancing against your skin. And right in the middle, almost impossible to see among the storm, your Santa’s house and workshop, decorated with coloful lights.
You hold onto it tightly and closed your eyes.
« I’m coming dad » you whispered like it was a prayer before letting go of the globe, closing your bag and making your way to your bedroom door.
You opened your door and were surprised to find a broad chest blocking your way out.
« Jesus ! »
You almost jumped out of your skin from surprise. You looked up and saw Thor, staring down at you.
« Y/N, I want to help you save Christmas ! »
« Thanks for your concern, but this is my mission and I’m the one and only who should save Christmas. It’s my legacy. »
« But you’ll need someone to help you if something goes wrong. This is the whole point of our team, helping each other out, when one of us risk their life or lack of something another can get him. Please, let me help you. Christmas is my favourite Midguardian holiday and you’re my friend, I can’t lose two of my favourite things on this planet »
He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’ve ever seen, his eyes were even glistening from a thin layer of tears, threatening to spill if you dared to refuse his help.
You felt your decision shatter at the sight of the norse god and despite wanting to « mener à bien » your mission, you had to admit that you would probably need a friend on the way to the norse pole and through the mutliple blizzards, natural or not that would stand on your way to save your father.
You pull Thor behind you to the car, open the back and tug him in behind you. You close and lock the door then climb into his lap and wrap your arms tightly around his neck.
“He. He was fine this morning.” Thor mutters into your neck. “I don’t understand. He was fine this morning.” You don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. You just slide your fingers across his scalp, Thor’s arms wrap tightly around you as he sobs. Your heart just breaks for him, he and Odin hadn’t always gotten along but Odin was still his father.
After a few minutes someone taps on the window, when you glance over you see a teary eyed Sif.
“Thor? I need to talk to Sif okay?” He loosens his grip enough for you to open the door.
“We need to go.” She says her voice thick.
“We do. Call the embassy and have them pack up our things. Let them know what’s going on. I want Bryn and Fandral to meet us at the plane, we’re going home immediately.”
“Okay.” Sif unlocks all the doors then closes the door. You hear the driver’s door open and the passengers then the car starts.
“Your Majesty? Can you buckle please?” Volstagg says gently and you manage to barely buckle the two of you into one seat. Thor isn’t going to be letting go of you anytime soon which is just fine with you.
It’s a mostly silent ride to the plane. Bryn and Fandral meet you there, both look shocked and heartbroken. You take Thor’s hand and lead him onto the jet then directly to the bedroom.
“On the bed Krigeren min.” You soothe and he does as you say. You tug off his shoes then cover him with the blanket, you’re afraid he’s going to go into shock. When you go to leave his hand shoots out and catches your wrist.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to make a plan with the team. I’m going to get my phone so I can call Loki and going to grab yours so you can check in on your mom.”
“Oh, mother. I’m a horrible son I didn’t even think about how this is effecting her.” He says sitting up suddenly.
“Stay. I will get your phone.” You tell him placing a gentle hand on his chest.
“Esklede,” he murmurs and you give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you too. Now stay, let me take care of things.”
“Okay.” You go out into the main cabin where everyone is just sitting sort of shell shocked.
“Volstagg I need Thor’s phone. Fandral, Brynn can you help find Thor and I clothes that are appropriate for mourning please?” The two spring into action as Volstagg gives you Thor’s phone. “Thank you.” You head back to the room where Thor is and give him his phone. He pulls you into his lap, you bury your face in the crook of his neck while he calls his mom. They talk softly and you try not to listen but it’s hard not to. Frigga is heartbroken but worried about her son, in the way only a mom can be. Once Thor hangs up with Frigga he calls Loki.
“How is she doing?”
“Alright. As well as can be expected. Have you called her yet?” Loki answers honestly.
“I just hung up, with her but you know how mother gets. She’s more concerned with us than herself.”
“Typical.” Loki says, “are you on your way back?”
“We are.”
“Good. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”
“Just be with mother. Make sure she takes care of herself.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you, I love you Loki.”
“And I you Thor.” The pair hang up then and you card your hand through his hair and Thor, showing impressive strength, moves down the bed never removing you from his lap then lays down.
He sleeps, you doze but when Bryn opens the door to bring your clothing you wake and give her a soft smile of thanks from where you’re laying stretched on Thor’s body.
“How long?”
“Two and a half hours.”
“Thank you.” You’re going to shower and get ready now so that Thor has time to sleep a bit longer but when you go to move Thor let’s out a low grumble.
“No.”
“I’m just going to go shower and start getting ready, you can shower after.” You mutter before pressing a kiss to his jaw.
“Five more minutes.” He grumbles and you hum softly.
“Okay, five more minutes.” You agree glancing at your watch. You card your fingers through his hair again and Thor hums lowly.
After your five minutes you go shower and get ready for the day. Thor gets ready after you and when the plane lands he takes a shaky breath.
“Whatever you need, I’m here.” You whisper and he gives your hand a squeeze. It’s truly a blur, your concern for Thor makes it hard for you to focus on much else, you help him write a couple of speeches, one for the country and one for Odin’s funeral. He’s supposed to go up alone but when he clings to your hand like he’s your lifeline how can you let go?
“King Odin was how he was known by most, but Prince Loki and I knew him by another name, father. It is not always easy growing up with a Father who is a King but I think mine did it well. He loved and supported us, taught us to be good people, to love our country and to always care for one another. He taught us that strength in the family brings strength to the country. I know that we are not alone in our grief, for many of us King Odin was the only King we have ever known, he was not a perfect King but he kept the peace, he cared for the people and he did what he always thought was the best for the many. His is an example that I strive to live up to. I am grateful for the time that I was given to rule with his hand on my shoulder, I-” he chokes on the word and takes a deep breath, “I wi-” he chokes down another sob then glances to you before dropping his head.
“I will miss him greatly.” You say reading the words as tears flow from Thor’s eyes, “There will not be a day that I do not think of my Father and hope that he will be proud of the man that I am and the King I strive to be. Rest easy in Valhalla Father, may we see you again there someday.” You take the papers from the stand and Thor folds them shoving them back into his pocket then he leads you down off of the stage and back to Frigga’s side. She gives you a watery smile and a single nod and you know you’ve done her proud.
Both Loki and the Queen Mother speak too, the only one who doesn’t cry is Frigga, something you’re surprised by but she does have to pause several times in her speech to compose herself. Then the four of you follow Odin’s coffin as it’s lead to the burial site. You stand at his side the whole time, your hand wrapped in his, you mourn too some tears falling as Odin’s coffin is lowered into the ground and the Asgardian National Anthem plays.
The next six months will probably be the hardest, you all have to wear black whenever in public for mourning. Frigga likely won’t wear much else until she too passes. You and Thor decide to put off any wedding plans until after his first year of ruling is over, once things calm down a little bit. As much as you’d like it to be a smaller ceremony becoming Queen isn’t a time for small, and marrying royalty is, apparently, a huge deal. Thor does convince you to let him officially crown you in a small intimate ceremony to make your being Queen and his wife official. You’ll be publicly crowned as a part of the wedding ceremony but after a frank conversation with Frigga you’d both realized that he couldn’t do it alone and if you were saying that you got married in a small ceremony before Odin had died, technically the truth, you might as well be crowned officially too.
It’s not a complicated ceremony, you’re awarded dual citizenship then you kneel in front of Thor, repeating a vow to best serve the people of Asgard and to stand by Thor’s side, to be his ally and support as he rules. You promise to protect the throne to the best of your abilities as wife, Queen and mother. Then he places a crown on your head and you rise, officially his Queen and Thor kisses you soundly in front of everyone gathered. You can’t believe that you ever thought you might leave him. That you’d get an annulment and go back to New York City, living a life that you’d expected. One you’d enjoyed, but this the life you’re building with Thor, is the one that you were meant to live.
Imagine Thor trying to grant you visitation with Loki…
The sentence had been passed. Loki was to remain in a cell until the end of his days with no contact from the people who still loved him. You had asked the Allfather for one last conversation before the prince was taken away but Odin refused.
Thor had witnessed the exchange and when the crown-prince saw you refusing to complete the usual warrior duties or attending feasts, he knew that he needed to help.
Finding his father in the throne room a few days later, Thor addressed the matter directly once the guards had left.
“My brother has wronged so many people, I understand your sentence to imprison him.” He started.
Odin bowed his head. “Crimes in Asgard have consequences and this is Loki’s.”
“What about Y/n? They are no criminal, so why are they being punished?” Thor asked. Odin fell silent and listened to his son.
“Father, I know the pain of being separated from people I love. And despite all his errors and crimes, Loki has loved Y/n. You don’t want him to enjoy his sentence, I can respect that but Y/n doesn’t deserve to suffer.”
Odin thought about the situation and after a few minutes he gave a curt nod. “Very well, Y/n has done much for us. They can part ways with Loki and I’ll allow one visit within the year - only one.”
One visit within the year was better than being forced apart forever. Thor nodded, trying his best to contain his joy. “Thank you, father.”
Lately I’ve been more into writing headcanon than one shots so here we gooooo
Thor had a hard time understanding concept of video games, you tried your best to explain it to him
If you’re one of those gamers who like having their room full of led lights, Thor’s gonna love it
Believe me or not, but he finds your lights pretty comforting
Thor really liked to watch you play, even though he wasn’t understanding too much how it worked
It would be lie if he would say that he wasn’t fascinated by it
He asked you if he could try playing, of course you agreed
You asked which game he wanted to play, when he answered, you turned it on and turned on tutorial for him, so he could understand how it works and what he has to do
Of course you were telling him what to do and how (idk why but I see Thor trying Overwatch)
Let’s stay with the idea that he plays Overwatch
You tell him to go to the training area, so he can try his best with the characters he’s interested in
I feel like he could go for chosing Brigitte, Torbjörn or Reinhardt, but of course he tried others characters too, because he was interested in their abilities and skills
Thor had a lot of fun
Watching him play against others was funny
“How dare you attack God of Thunder?!”
At some point you were scared that he would destroy your gaming equipment
Luckily he didn’t
After playing for the first time, he wanted more
He really liked Overwatch, but wanted to try other games too, so without thinking much you introduced him to other games
Horror, adventure, role play, strategy, genre don’t matter, Thor wanted to try them all
His favorites are Overwatch, Minecraft and Witcher
Sometimes you two would play Minecraft and Overwatch together
In second game you would play against each other or together, depending on mood
When you’re playing on your own or with your friends, he likes to sit in the same room with you, but always ask if you’re okay with it
Being a twitch streamer and dating Thor
He always helps you with getting everything ready
Brings you snacks or anything you to drinks (besides alcohol) when you need
He likes spending time in your room with you during streams
Your audience loves him, he’s sweet and always says “hi” to them
He happens to read what people say in chat to him, sometimes even complementing him and he just chuckles and thanks
Sometimes you two play on streams, together or against each other, depends on game
Playing against each other looks basically like “The lower cleans the house” and etc.
He helps you clean after stream if you’ve made a mess
Some people in your chat split up into two teams when you two play games, one being on your side, one on your boyfriend’s
It’s not harmful or anything, it’s playful
Some people say Thor should make his own twitch account, but he has no interest in having one
In which Loki watches his future and finds you play a much larger role than he had expected… SPOILERS FOR LOKI SERIES!!! Send any requests my way :) I’ve got some free time and I’m ready to WRITE!
The screen showed a pixelated version of the Avengers… and you. You who he had seen mere hours ago fighting against him, and then whom he had seen two versions of. He had smelled the cologne of the two Tony’s, just as he had beheld the two Y/N’s.
He hadn’t originally noticed you dressed as a guard until he had heard the subtle, yet sharp intake of breath, a breath not all that different from the gasp he had made moments ago when seeing his mother on this damned screen, a gasp of pain. You were clearly older, a scar on your cheek that hadn’t been there mere moments ago at the top of Avengers tower as you had nudged Romanoff with a grin as you settled into the elevator. This older you had locked eyes with him for a fleeting second until being broken apart by the commotion of the Hulk smashing through the stairwell door and sending everyone scrambling.
It had struck him as odd at the time, yes, but he had been preoccupied with other details (such as escaping) rather than wondering why the mighty avengers had decided to play around with time. He’d had only a couple of conversations with you until now, and none of them entirely delightful seeing as you were on opposing sides, and the recognition held in future you’s eyes had unsettled him more than he’d care to say.
Glancing once more at the table before him, Loki pulled out a chair and sat. The round device before him was no more complicated than anything else he’d seen before, and a twist of a knob later, he was skipping through his life on film.
Stop. His mother, dead on the floor. His doing, according to Mobius. A manifestation of the pain and suffering he had been supposedly born to cause. A shuddering breath escaped him.
Twist.Images of Thor and… you for some reason flickered past like voices on the wind, glimpses of some life he had never lived, some life he was meant to live. And Odin, his… well, the closest thing to a father Loki had ever known.
Stop. “I love you, my sons.” He saw himself, an older Loki, beside his father. Another shuddering breath escaped him. My sons… Odin had seen this Loki, this version of him, as his true son. He had not hesitated, had not made him an afterthought behind Thor. Tears welled up in his vision, and try as he may, Loki could not stop them. “Remember this place. Home.” He watched as his father died before his very eyes, saw himself stand beside Thor as brothers once more, united in their grief. He saw You, coming to his side and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Twist.
Stop. You, kissing him. His hands tangled in your hair. You pull away with a gasp for air, a smile playing on your lips as you trace a delicate hand across his cheek. “You are good, Loki Laufeyson, and you deserve good things.” His future self breaths a small laugh as he shakes his head, placing his hand atop your own. “You are the good in me, my love.”
Twist.
Stop. Thor, his hair cut and trimmed short, staring at Loki with… love. “Loki, I thought the world of you. I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever.” Loki drew yet another shuddering breath and looked away. Forever.
Twist.
Stop. You. You, on the Bifrost beside himself, Thor (missing an eye no less), and who appeared to be a Valkyrie from the stories his mother would tell them as children. You, weapon in hand and looking slightly worse for wear, sweat dripping down your face as you shot him a sly grin.
Twist.
Stop.Thor, a newfound patch on his eye, turning. “Maybe you’re not so bad after all, brother.” A sly grin on his future self’s face as he replied, “Maybe not.” A thanks from Thor, his voice deep and true, “If you were here, I might even give you a hug.” Loki can’t stop the incredulous laugh from leaving his lips as he watches the scene before him. His soft brother, still soft. A quiet response from his future self, “I’m here.” A soft click indicating the opening of a door, laughter from offscreen. Your voice rings out playfully, “Oh please, don’t let me interrupt. I’d like to see this.”
Twist.
Stop. Himself, panting and suddenly thrusting a knife upwards at Thanos… who makes no movement of defense, a glittering gold gauntlet already adorning his fist. Loki’s smile falls into a grimace as realization strikes him. “Undying?” The giant asks and he hears scraping from the sidelines. A glance of his future self’s eyes turns the screen on you, beaten and bloody, struggling on your knees with a hand of one of Thanos’ children’s clamped tightly over your mouth. Tears fall from your eyes as you flail against their grip, fighting. This future Loki merely nods towards you. Thanos’ voice cuts through the silence. “Undying? You should choose your words more carefully.”
Loki stands to his feet and watches as his future self is lifted into the air by the neck, choked forcefully. He sees himself struggle to no avail, his suffering long and drawn out. His words broken and strained, “You… will never be… a god.” The snap of his neck. His death. Gasping and taking frantic steps back, Loki watches as his brother and you grieve over his body. Thor crying silently while you frantically shake his body, begging him to wake up and come back to you.
An explosion marking the end of the tape. He scoffs, despair and regret boiling up in his chest.
Okay I’m getting into writing again… Please send requests, I am open to anything. I mostly write for Loki but I am interested in many fandoms and characters so feel free to request any of them please ✨
Summary: Reader gets defensive when Clint gets physical with Loki.
Warnings: none
Thor insisted that you and Loki should tag along with him. He was pretty sure that it would be okay. He was going to visit the Avengers after a long time and he knew you always wanted to see other planets. Being their best friend as children and eventually starting to date Loki, you were pretty close with the Asgardian princes.
After the battle of New York, Loki was brought back to Asgard. It took a lot of convincing from you and Frigga to get him out of prison. Odin was a stubborn man but he always listened to his Queen. You were beyond happy that Loki was still alive. Despite being bullheaded and not wanting to admit it, Loki missed you so much. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being with someone else so he immediately proposed to you after getting out. Now you were engaged.
Thor was so excited to show you all of Midgard and his Avengers. You couldn’t bring yourself to hate them because they were just defending their home. I can’t say the same about Loki, though.
You wanted to go as well but didn’t want to upset Loki. He was aware of this so he said that you could go but with one condition: He has to come, too. You didn’t understand why he would want to see those people again after everything but he said he didn’t trust them. Even though you knew the Avengers wouldn’t hurt you (even if they tried, Thor could protect you) you accepted it. You were happy to have Loki with you.
From the moment you stepped into the Avengers compound, you knew that Loki was not forgiven yet. Everyone was sending him death glares but he didn’t seem to care. He was holding you very close to him. Thor showed you around and you met most of the Avengers. You heard bad things about them but it’s not like Loki would think very highly of any of them anyway. It was Natasha you liked the most. Despite being an assassin, she seemed pretty friendly and funny.
Sam was even better. Some of them were wary of you but you couldn’t blame them. They didn’t know Loki was being mind-controlled during the battle and in their eyes, you were in love with a murderer. You hoped that some day, they would understand Loki. Everyone.
It was getting late and Avengers decided that having dinner together would be a great idea now that Thor was back. You were heading to the dining room with Loki and Thor. All of a sudden you heard a man shouting.
“What the hell are you doing here?!” he pointed an arrow at Loki and he looked beyond pissed. That must be Agent Barton, you thought.
Loki rolled his eyes. “ I don’t mean any harm, Barton. Don’t create drama.”
The others came to see what happened and Tony stood in front of Clint. “Thor brought them here, bird boy. He is unarmed and point break is watching over him.” trying to calm him down. But Clint was having none of it.
“Bullshit. Did he just come here to visit us like a good friend? Do you really believe that this man can be any good? The last time he was here he killed thousands of people. He brainwashed me.” he pointed the arrow at Loki again but Steve took it from him. “That’s enough, Barton. If Thor says we can trust Loki, we can. This building is full of Shield agents and trained superheroes. We can defend ourselves if anything happens.”
He scoffed and started walking towards Loki. Now you were getting angry. Who was he to decide for everyone? Did he really think that he could hurt Loki with a fucking arrow?
No one was stopping him this time, kind of wanting to see what will happen. He put his hand on Loki’s shoulder harshly and before he could say anything. You pushed his hand off roughly. He almost fell backwards and looked at you with wide eyes, not expecting you to do that and definitely not expecting a small girl to be so strong.
“Get. your. hands. off.” You said through gritted teeth. Pulling out a dagger and pointing it at him. Thor was shocked. Everyone was shocked but Loki was smirking. You were always so sweet and calm, they didn’t see that coming. Thor spoke softly, not wanting to anger you further. “Lady Y/N…” You looked at him with questioning eyes. You still looked angry. Loki calmly took the dagger from your hand. “It’s okay, love.” You sighed, a bit calmer. You looked at Clint one last time and narrowed your eyes. “If you ever touch him again, I swear to Odin…” He was not talking. Tony laughed a little, easing the tension a little bit.
Loki kissed you sweetly and thanked you for defending him when everyone left. Even though he could easily defend himself against Clint, it felt good to know that there was someone who had his back.
You all had dinner like nothing happened after that but everyone was being a little more careful with Loki now.
Summary: The war between Asgard and Vanaheim had not plagued the realms for many years. However, when the crown princess of the latter is thrown into an Asgardian prison for a crime she did not commit, tensions arise once more. She is forced to think quickly in order to save her people and theirs from needless slaughter. The solution? An arranged marriage. To the Odinson of her choice.
A/N: Part 2. Thoughts anybody? I’ve not got as much queued up for this one so I’ll post it intermittently. Otherwise, enjoy!
With a flick of his wrist, Loki willed the candles to light. The room flooded with gold, revealing the same expression on your face as was on his own. Surprise. “You’ve returned,” Loki said, subtly replacing his dagger and sitting upright. “And you’re… not Thor.” “Thank you.”
A few minutes passed as Loki dressed himself in a gown. He tied it loosely in front of his bare abdomen. “I could have you arrested for that, you know,” he said, rubbing his temple. “Like you wouldn’t enjoy a woman sneaking into your bedroom at night.” “Touché.”
“And besides,” you sighed. “I think I have served enough prison time at the hands of your people.” “Is that why you’ve returned?” Loki settled onto his bedside and crossed one leg over the other. He watched you in the candlelight. A fur cape sat around your shoulders, protecting you from the bite of the midnight air. Underneath, a black dress with a hood that had, until a moment ago, been over your head. Stealth was your intention, apparently. As stealthy as you could be as a Vanaheim princess. “I’m… I have no intention of discussing that with you.”
“But with my brother?” Loki chuckled. “Yes, actually.” You raised your chin a little higher and adjusted the fastening of your furs. “So, if you could point me in the direction of his room.” “But of course. Would you prefer a door or a window?” “Hilarious.”
Thor’s face was the picture of surprise. He opened his bedroom door in the twilight hours, to the image of his yawning brother and the recently released royal. Why was she back? Why was she with his brother? And he was dressed so… Well, he wasn’t really dressed. “Has… something happened?” Thor asked.
His answer came in the form of a shifty look in Loki’s direction. Rolling his eyes, Loki stood a little taller and cleared his throat. “I will leave the two of you to talk then,” he muttered, bowing his head in your direction and taking his leave down the corridor. Thor stepped aside and welcomed you into the room. Thankfully, he was better clothed than his brother.
You removed your furs and draped them over your arm as you stepped into the room. The longer you spent inside the palace, the warmer it got. However, the impending topic of conversation certainly wasn’t helping your temperature either. “I apologise for disturbing you in this manner,” you said, waiting until you were invited to sit before doing so. Thor placed himself in the smoking chair beside your own. “If it weren’t important, I wouldn’t be here. The middle of the night was the only time I could get away from home without being seen.”
Thor was rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Away from home without being seen? This did not bode well in the slightest. “Please. Continue,” he said. “I will not beat around the bush,” you smiled wearily, running a hand through your hair. Thor noted the way you acted very little as an Asgardian princess would. Your manners may have been impeccable but aside from that, you were very civil. Very relaxed. Calm. Ordinary. It was refreshing. That alone comforted him. He no longer felt the suffocating pressure that one might do when meeting with a foreign dignitary.
“It’s about my father. He intends to wage war upon Asgard.”
“What?” Thor boomed. You flinched and Thor immediately caught his tongue, placing his fist over his lips. “I– I– I tried to subdue him, your highness, I really did but he’s a man prone to temper. Once he heard that I’d been wrongly imprisoned, there was no talking to him! He left the room in search of his generals. I’ve been trying to contact him all afternoon but he won’t listen, fobs me off with nurses and maids. I know he means well, and worries for me, but he’s taken this too far and now people might suffer because of it.”
Thor leaned forwards, his elbows on his knees and rubbed his face deeply with his hands. “I see why you required the secrecy.” “Yes, quite.” You ran a hand through your hair again and Thor smiled weakly. He knew it must be difficult for you to discuss. The way you sustained your stoic expression however was both admirable and appealing. “I just… didn’t know who to turn to, your highness. I don’t know what to do.”
“Perhaps an alliance,” someone suggested, from the shadows. Thor sighed very heavily, and his eyes slid shut. On the black of his eyelids, he could see himself leaving the bedroom door open an inch too wide when he let you inside. Enough time for a certain someone with magical capabilities to sneak indoors without detection.
Loki stepped forward and dropped his invisible guise. He bowed his head in your direction again but made a note of the stony glare he received in return. “An alliance would negate any conflict by supplying a plethora of positives for the people of our respective realms.” Thor scoffed loudly. “An alliance, Loki? Truly?” He said. “I thought you were the diplomat of the two of us. I doubt either of our fathers will agree to an alliance right now, given their… temperaments.” “And what if the alliance is one they need take no part in? Save for giving their blessing that is…” Your breath hitched. Loki pretended that he hadn’t heard it. “We ought to make them act like fathers before acting like rulers.”
“What are you talking about?” Thor said, rubbing his eyes hard with the tips of his fingers. It was either far too late or far too early for this. He couldn’t figure out which. “Speak plainly please, Loki, I don’t understand.”
“He’s talking about matrimony,” you said. Your gaze never wavered from Loki. “A marriage, to join our two kingdoms.”
A few moments passed in terrible silence. Thor looked between the pair of you. Was he serious? A… A marriage? Very well, if that’s how it must be… “My dearest lady,” he said softly, sliding from his seat onto one knee on the floor. You blinked repeatedly, and Loki turned away, hiding a smile behind his hand. “Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
With a genteel laugh, you shook your head and touche Thor’s shoulder. “With all due respect, your highness, absolutely not.”
“What?” Loki stepped forward and cleared his throat. “If I may: it would look too suspicious for the two of you to be engaged so soon after your wrongful arrest. It would be quite an obvious power play. Not to mention the complications of inheritance; after all, you’re both in line for your own thrones.” You patted Thor’s shoulder and stood up. You approached Loki’s side, your arms folded and an eyebrow raised. “The younger sibling, however…” Loki smirked, and looked you up and down. “No throne entitlement. No ties to the household here. No obvious scheming behind the scenes – or at least no more than usual.”
“She’s right,” Loki said. “Though I hope you don’t expect me to get down on one knee.” “From what I know of you, my lord, you’ve stooped low enough in your time. No need to sustain the hobby.”
Thor got to his feet and straightened out his dressing gown. It was definitelytoo early for this. The stare between the two of you was palpable; thick with subtext and the unspoken. He stepped between it, eager to remove this drama from his sleeping quarters. “So, we’re in agreement then? We’ll announce the news in the morning? A prince of Asgard is to marry the princess of Vanaheim.”
You stared at Loki a moment longer but eventually nodded. “Yes. Alright. Let’s get married.”
Once Loki had been ushered from his room, Thor offered to set you up in a spare bedroom. It was partly chivalry – that he knew his brother would not extend – and partly because it would allow him to handle the situation to some degree. He would pick the nicest spare room he could find.
“So, I have to ask,” he mused aloud. Your furs were draped over his forearm and he stroked them distractedly as they walked. “You already knew that you would not be tying yourself to me, didn’t you?” “I did.” “Then why insist on being escorted to see me once you’d entered his room?”
You smiled bashfully and let your head fall. “Well, firstly, you ought to be kept in the loop regardless. We can’t have you being kept ignorant, only to blow the lie wide open, can we?” “Do I detect motives ulterior to those?” “You might.” You bit your lip and looked away. The interior decorating in Asgard’s palace truly put your home’s to shame. “I… also needed to make sure that Loki would agree. What better way than to make him think it was all his idea? I ‘accidentally’ crawl into hisroom, as opposed to yours, piquing his interest enough to stay behind and eavesdrop. Then, he suggests a solution and, on account of his wanting to take all credit, is obligated to see it all the way through.”
“You planned all of that having met him only once?” Thor said as he came to a halt outside of a tall, wooden bedroom door. He held it open to you as your explanation/confession continued. “To any spectators of my arrest, I was guilty as charged. He, however, discovered the true culprit and brought him in. I don’t see him as somebody likely to hunt truth and justice for the sake of it, because it makes him feel good, so one can assume that he sought me out with the intention of claiming the credit for my emancipation. So, to answer your question: yes, I got all that from meeting him once. He’s not as complex as he’d believe himself to be.”
Thor chuckled and leaned against the doorframe. Admittedly, if you were to be believed, then it was incredibly impressive. “How long did this little scheme of yours take, might I ask?” “It was a long ride here,” you said with a wink. “Besides, I needed some way to get revenge for the way he thought to manipulate me whilst I was behind bars.”
“You know, my lady,” he said, “I dare say you’re a better match for my brother than you both realise.” “I’ll try not to take that as an insult.”
Thor watched you seat yourself on the bedspread and cross one leg over the other. It was a similarity to a certain someone that was not lost on him…
Summary: The war between Asgard and Vanaheim had not plagued the realms for many years. However, when the crown princess of the latter is thrown into an Asgardian prison for a crime she did not commit, tensions arise once more. She is forced to think quickly in order to save her people and theirs from needless slaughter. The solution? An arranged marriage. To the Odinson of her choice.
A/N: Yoooo, so I’ve got a rough plan for the plot of this one; it’s a short-ish series. However, as for an ending? A.K.A. whether she ends up with Thor or Loki? That’s completely up in the air. I’ll let you guys decide nearer to the time, me thinks. In the meantime, enjoy!
‘Between a Rock’ (Part 1)
The sun beat down upon the polished stonework. Loki’s heels clicked upon them as he perused the marketplace – or rather, as he perused the people perusing the marketplace. So fascinating. They would flit like magpies to the nearest shiny object; squawks of sales and discounts calling out to them and beckoning.
Food; jewellery; clothing; even bejewelled daggers. To be honest, the stall with the bejewelled daggers had caught his eye more than once. He found himself being beckoned yet again as he walked, though distracted as had he become that he walked into someone.
Their person hit his shoulder hard, seemingly oblivious to his presence and consequently oblivious to the necessity for an apology. He turned for a moment to watch, aghast. He made note of the woman who hit him. The colour of her hair. The style of her dress. Her conduct. Her manner of walking. The shape of her shoulders… Shaking his head, Loki thought little of it for a second. Nobility, for sure. A higher status of those around her – except him, of course.
After a smug little smirk, Loki shrugged, turned away, and continued with his afternoon…
The sunny weather persisted for several hours as Loki completed his rounds. He reached the edge of the market walkway, picked an apple from a tree, and turned around. He leant back against the trunk of the tree, which was encircled by a small mosaic patio and shrubbery.
His teeth sunk into the crisp flesh of the apple, crunching pleasantly. As he did so, he noticed an even more pleasant event taking place. Chaos. The throes of commotion. Beautiful mischief at play. He took another bite of his apple and stepped closer towards it. The crowd parted, almost on cue, as he neared.
Familiar hair colour. Familiar dress. Familiar conduct. The woman from earlier that day was amidst it, in the arms of palace soldiers, oddly enough. “Unhand me,” she demanded. “How dare you grab me this w– Let goof me!” The market vendor was stood a few feet away, her arms folded and her expression dower. “I’m telling you, officers. I’m missing several necklaces from my stand that were there a minute ago.” “Interesting accusations. Did you actually see me pilfer them?” “I don’t need to. They’re in your bag.”
The soldiers shared a look and nodded at one another. Loki scoffed and chuckled. There was only a moment’s hesitation before the taller of the two men grabbed the strap of the bag on your shoulder. “Howdareyou! I am innocent, and you will find nothing in there. I swear you will suffer the consequences. That is my personal property. Unlawful apprehension of a-”
Sure enough, the guards lifted shimmering gold and silver. Diamonds. Pearls. All of it reflecting the expression of horror on your face. “Well, this is just ridiculous. I’ve been framed. A scapegoat. I-” “Save it,” muttered the guard gruffly. “You’re under arrest for theft.” “Are you joking?”
Loki raised an eyebrow. The way they began to drag her away, kicking and screaming, looked pretty serious to him. “There’s no way I did this! Please, someone must’ve seen something. I’m innocent! Innocent, I say. You will hear from my father.”
Loki chuckled at that. He took another, final, bite to the apple before tossing it aside. There was a certain young lad amongst the crowd who looked especially unnerved by all the proceedings, with whom he wanted a conversation…
Loki couldn’t quite say what drew him to the prison cell. Curiosity. Boredom. Amusement. All of the above. Either way, he descended the staircase with his hands clasped behind his back. He could hear you calling from your cell. “Hello? Can anybody hear me? Please, I just want to contact-” “Your father?” Loki answered as he rounded the corner and appeared in view.
“Ugh, finally,” you huffed, standing up straight and placing your hands in front of your abdomen. “What are you? The night guard or something?” Loki smiled and dipped his head. Well, let’s see, it’s still early evening and I’m also Loki, the son of Odin. So, to answer your question, no. I’m not the night guard.” “O-Oh,” you stammered. “The son of Odin. I see.”
“But that’s not what is important,” he continued. “I want to know who youare.” “I beg your pardon?” “Oh, please. ‘My father will hear about this’? How many people have used that line?” “I imagine a few, if you’re questioning me about it.”
Loki’s eyes narrowed. For the second time that day, he examined you. The colour and style of your hair. The style and material of your dress. Your conduct and countenance. The shape of your shoulders and even your collarbone… “Plenty of people use it. Something about you, however, tells me that there’s actually some substance behind it. That you do in fact have a father with whom you could call in a favour.”
Biting your lip, you turned away and began to pace. “Yes, I’ll admit… I wasn’t watching my tongue in that moment. It lacked sense. I shouldn’t have revealed my hand so easily.” “So what is it? A duke? A councilman? A wealthy merchant?”
“A king, actually,” you sighed, rubbing your forehead. “Vanaheim. My father is the king of Vanaheim.”
Loki felt something stick in his throat. It was only small, but he felt a small bead of moisture above his brow. Vanaheim was once at war with Asgard, fierce rivals of the Aesir that lived in the latter realm. Despite having put their differences aside, their relationship had been… fragile. And Asgard had just thrown one of Vanaheim’s crown princesses behind bars.
“W-Why not declare yourself sooner? Request an emissary or an envoy?” “And make a grand deal of the whole thing? Be offered countless somethings for nothing just because of who I am and who my family is? Please. I came here to be a tourist. Not an ambassador for my people.” “Very well,” Loki said a little callously. “Then you can suffer a tourist’s punishment for theft.”
“That implies I have some sort of culpability,” you quipped, raising a well-manicured eyebrow. “However, I continue to insist that I am innocent. Why will nobody listen when I say this? I cannot explain how those items ended up in my possession, but I certainly did not put them there.”
Loki began to tap his chin thoughtfully. “IsupposeI could look into it…”
You frowned. “Oh,thank you, your royal highness.”
“I would not be so glib towards the man who might become responsible for your release.” You scoffed and turned your gaze upwards, folding your arms. Before either of you could submit another remark, the doors to the prisons burst open; Thor descended the staircase, two steps at a time. His cape billowed behind him. “Ofcourse we will look into this, your highness.” Loki rolled his eyes and immediately spun around, striding towards his brother with haste. “I don’t doubt that there is a reasonable explanati-” Loki grabbed his brother’s ear and hauled him back up the staircase.
Once the doors had slid shut, Thor voiced his understandable confusion. Loki scowled back at him. “I already know who did this, you buffoon. Let me handle it!” “Then bring the culprit in! She must be released immediately,” Thor said, gesturing wildly to the closing doors. Loki grabbed at his hair and tugged gently. Was this man ever infuriating… “The guards were informed of his identity before I even stepped foot in the room. And would you stop yelling?” “I will stop yelling if you tell me why you are tormenting her? Acting aloof and smart?” “Because our people were responsible for getting her thrown in that cage,” Loki sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If I play my cards correctly, then perhaps I can convince her that she owes me a debt for her release.”
It finally sunk in. Thor’s eyelids slid slowly shut. “…and you can use it to stop her family threatening Asgard.” “Exactly. The last thing we need right now is another war with Vanaheim. In the meantime, why don’t you see to it that the guards who started this are suitably dealt with?”
Thor bowed his head and ran a hand through his golden mane. “I am sorry for doubting you brother. I’ll see to that immediately.”
As he turned and left, another two guards appeared behind him. The shifty looking gentleman from the marketplace was between them, looking very solemn and sorry for himself. “Wait, wait, wait,” Loki said, holding out a hand. “Let me go in first.”
That night, Loki lay awake. He couldn’t help but think about what he’d achieved that day. War with Vanaheim had been narrowly avoided – because he’d been in the right place at the right time. Upon hearing your confession – “My father is king of Vanaheim” – he’d had to think quickly, think on his feet. If only somebody were here, he thought to himself, he’d tell them just how magnificent he was and get such a round of applause.
Be careful what you wish for, said the voice in his head, as the sound of his window sliding open filled the empty quiet of his bedroom.
Loki’s resting form stiffened noticeably. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the shadowy figure slip inside and close the window behind them. He screwed his eyes shut, controlled his breathing. He reached his hand under the mattress and clutched the hilt of his dagger. Just a few more seconds of feigning sleep…
“Your highness?” whispered the shadowy figure. “Your highness? It’s me. I’m afraid I need your help again.”
Summary: Loki gets captured by the TVA and gets to see his past were he finds out that he had a lover; you.
A/N: so I watched the first episode of Loki and it inspired me to get out of my writers block and write a story about Loki looking back at his past and sees someone that loved him. So trigger warning VERY EMOTIONAL AND LOKI EPISODE 1 SPOILERS
Loki had never felt so far away from the concept of control until now. He never felt so lost, so helpless and so purposeless until he stepped foot in the TVA. He hated the feeling, he hated feeling this way, he hated the Avengers but most of all, Loki hated himself.
At first, he thought it was a joke. That this place was all a front, that he was a God and a God was the most powerful being. However, after visiting Casey and finding the multitude of infinity stones used as paper weight, he realised that the TVA was no joke. The TVA was in fact the keepers of time and all the choices his made were choices that was already written.
Except him running away of course.
Loki looked at the projector that was playing before, paused on all the Avengers. A thought had slowly crept into his brain. The thought of looking at his whole life. He shuddered at the thought. He was scared. Mobius had told him his life purpose was to create pain and suffering for others so that they can achieve the best version of themselves. Had that been true? Was his whole life just pain and suffering? Had his life been a meaningless void filled to aid others to the betterment of themselves while he crumbled to nothingness?
Loki let out a sigh, thinking to himself how he might as well see how horrible his life was. He sat down on the metal chair, letting out a breath. His shaky hand went to the player, fast forwarding it to his mother’s death. The death that he had caused.
A single tear rolled down his cheek as he realised that his mother’s death was on him. He never thought Mobius was telling truth, that he was lying to manipulate Loki. But the infinity stones in Casey’s drawers had reminded him about the awful fact that he did indeed kill his mother. He was the reason why his mother had died. In an effort to gain control of his life, he lost the one thing that mattered to him the most; his mother.
He fast forwarded it but paused when he saw an familiar face, your familiar face. He was confused, you were the one who fought against him with the Avengers, why did you show up again? Did he come back to Earth?
“Loki, you are not responsible for your mother’s death,” you spoke, walking around to face him. He could see the skyline behind you, realising it was the Avenger’s Tower. Apparently he had returned to Earth after his mother’s demise.
“I led them to her!” He heard himself yell, chucking a glass. But you didn’t flinch. “I led them to her! I killed her!”
He watched as you walked closer to him, grabbing his hand. “You were in your lowest state, vulnerable to your weakest intuition. Your father had imprisoned you. Even though someone had been torturing you to do the things you had to do to New York.”
Loki flinched at that. Were you guys that close that he told you his deepest darkest secret? About how Thanos had tortured him and imprisoned him to get the other infinity stones?
“How did you know about that?” Loki yelled at you.
Apparently not.
“Because I can tell when someone has been tortured and manipulated by monsters,” you replied back in a calm voice, your eyes tearing up. “I know Loki. I know how it feels to helpless, to feel lost and unwanted and-“
Loki stopped it, his breath trembling. He fast forwarded it, not wanting to hear anything else as more tears fell down his face. He paused again, seeing a provocative image fill the screen and his veins filled with curiosity.
“Loki,” he heard your voice moan. He watched on as he saw himself not fucking you, but making love to you. He watched himself, his eyes filled with love and adoration at yourself.
He watched as your bodies molded together so perfectly, how you were both moving in synchrony. He watched as none of you broke eye contact, as both of you moaned in pure bliss.
“I love you,” he heard himself tell you. Something he never realised he would ever tell anyone. And by the vulnerability in his eyes, he knew future him had a hard time even saying it. He looked at you as if he was scared he had frightened you, as if those words had pushed you away.
But it didn’t. It had made your bright and beautiful smile broaden even more.
“I love you too.”
He let out a breath, not stopping himself from crying this time. Had he finally found someone who loved him for himself? Had he really been that lucky? He paused it again, looking at you. How your eyes looked at his. How calming and serene you two looked together.
He fast forwarded.
“How could you do that!” He heard himself screaming at you. Your face was in tears, looking back at him. “How could you be so idiotic, I told you to go back!”
“Why are you so mad, I’m still alive aren’t I?” You yelled back, clutching your stomach.
“Barely! God you humans are so daft!” He yelled back at you, his hands brushing his hair back. “Humans are so fucking daft and fucking pathetic!”
“Oh I’m sorry God Almighty, forgot you were immortal!” You yelled back, letting out a groan as your stomach was fighting against your screaming. “I’ll take the thank you later.”
“Thank you? Thank you!” Loki yelled back at you. “That weapon would’ve barely scratched me! You didn’t need to risk your life to stop it! You didn’t need to almost die just so you get to play hero and-“
“Don’t you understand that I can’t lose you!” He heard you scream louder than ever before, making him go silent. You let out a sob, shaking your head. “You’re the only- only good thing that has ever happened to me. And and- fuck, it scares me how much I love you. I love you Loki Laufeyson. I love you so much that I’d go through hell and back just to make you smile even if it meant I wasn’t alive to see it!”
Loki paused the video, letting out a sob before shaking his head. He couldn’t even fathom it. He thought he was an unlovable monster. Yet it seemed that you were blind to all of it.
He fast forward.
“I bought you a house,” Loki heard himself again.
You two were lying on bed, looking like you were in a private room on a spaceship. Both of you cuddling under the the sheets, Loki’s fingers drawing shapes on your skin.
You laughed at him, not taking him serious. But his face didn’t change, stopping your laugh. “Wait, you’re serious?”
“Mhmm,” Loki replied back kissing your knuckles. You giggled at him, and Loki’s smile widened at your laugh. Even the Loki who watched on felt himself smiling at the sound of your voice giggling.
“And how did you get the money?”
“A god doesn’t pay.” Loki replied, laughing as you slapped him in the arm.
“Where’s the house? On Asgard?” You replied back jokingly. “How convenient for you, it’s in ashes now.”
“Earth.” Loki pushed your hair back. You looked at him in disbelief.
“Earth?” You questioned him, your face in bewilderment. “I thought you hated Earth, which is why we decided to visit Asgard instead.”
“But you love it,” Loki replied back, kissing your forehead. “And if you love it, then that’s enough for me.”
Loki fast forwarded it, unable to handle it watching it anymore. He needed to see how this played out. So he went to the end.
The hairs in his forearm rose as he stood up from his seat at the site of Thanos. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, your bloodied face in the back.
“Please,” he heard you wheeze out, tears uncontrollably running down your face. You tried crawling over to Thanos, trying to find mercy within the Titan. “Please.”
“I am feeling generous today,” The Titan said with a smile before picking up Loki by the neck.
“No!” He heard you scream. It was as if all the energy in your body came out all at once as you got up to run, only to be locked down by pieces of metal from one of the children of Thanos. “No! Let him go please!”
“So I’ll only kill you, and I’ll spare your brother and the girl,” Thanos said, before snapping his neck.
Loki let out a deep breath, his whole body shaking. He heard you scream in agony, a shriek that can only be described as a mother losing a child to war. He watched as you flung your body on him, trying to protect him from the explosion of the ship. He watched as Thor begged you to leave, but you yelling that you weren’t going to leave him alone, that he was not dying alone. And then he watched on as the words ‘End of File’ were etched on the screen.
Loki shook his head, before he started laughing. Laughing at himself. Laughing at his life. Laughing at how just as life was getting better for himself, just as he started making amends, he died.
“What’s so funny?” He heard a voice say behind him. Loki smirked, turning around. The women looked at him weirdly, his face all tear stricken.
“Glorious purpose.”
•
“Loki?” Mobius called out to Loki who was sitting down, his hands on his face with the tesseract next to him. “Nowhere left to run.”
“I can’t go back, can I? Back to my timeline?” Loki asked, feeling helpless. Feeling sad. Sad because he will never have a story with you, a life with you. “I don’t enjoy hurting people. I- I don’t enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I’ve had to.”
Mobius slowly walked over to Loki, feeling a bit more motivated now that Loki was opening up to him more. “Okay, explain that to me.”
“Because it’s part of the illusion,” Loki explained, letting out a sigh. “It’s the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear.”
“A desperate play for control,” Mobius finished for him, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “You do know yourself.”
“A villain,” Loki scoffed. Mobius shook his head.
“That’s not how I see it.” He then looked at the tesseract that was near Loki. “You try to use that?”
“Oh, several times,” Loki laughed, looking at the tesseract with now lost interest. Men and women have died for this. Have started wars for this. Yet compared to the sacred timeline, these stones were toys. “Even an Infinity Stone is useless here. The TVA is formidable.”
“That’s been my experience.” Mobius peeked an eye on Loki, feeling sympathetic. He let out a sigh. “Listen, I can’t offer you salvation, but maybe I can offer you something better. A fugitive Variant’s been killing our Minutemen.”
“And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?” Loki had asked him.
“That’s right.”
“Why me?” Loki asked confusedly, arching an eyebrow.
“Because the Variant we’re hunting,” he paused, looking Loki in the eye.
“Is Y/N”

•
You let out a breath, watching the minute men as they walked out of the portal. You hid back in the darkness, looking as the scene played out in front of you.
“I think some jackass found himself a time machine, came back here to get rich,” one of them spoke. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at their laziness. The TVA might be powerful, but god their workers were indolent.
“Should we fan out and look for him, sir?” A smarter minute man asked.
“Nah. It’s not worth the paperwork.” The minute man turned around, looking at the other worker. “Just prune it. Let’s bail. Set a charge.”
The minuteman was about to set the charge but before he did, he made eye contact with you. You raised a hand up, purple light seeping through your fingers. “Wait. Someone’s out there.”
“Who are you!” The minute men spoke, pointing their weapon at you. You know walked towards them, a little coy smile on your lips.
“I’ll make this easy for you guys.” You pointed at the device. “I want that. Give it to me, and I’ll spare you.”
“No you can’t just walk in here and-“
“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. Your finger lit up an even brighter purple spark, before pointing it towards the oil and lighting it up in flames.
You watched as the minute men burned into flames, slight twinge of guilt seeping through your veins. The Avengers would be so disappointed in you. But that thought disappeared as soon as it came to your head. You wanted Loki back, no matter what the cost.
You would walk to hell and back just to see him smile.
So you walked over to the device, picking it up before transforming back into your true form. The form you took after the final battle against Thanos. The form you took after you snapped your fingers, after taking the gauntlet. You didn’t care if you died when you wore the infinity gauntlet, you already lost Loki. But you didn’t died. Instead…
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes broke your heart two years ago. Now, after settling down finally in college with your group of old and new friends, he ́s transferred into your school, and maybe back into your heart.
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Angst galore, uhhh Buckys old house, more thor x reader a tiny bit tho
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College AU - Bucky x Reader
Summary: James Buchanan Barnes broke your heart two years ago. Now, after settling down finally in college with your group of old and new friends, he ́s transferred into your school, and maybe back into your heart.
“I don’t get why they have to practice so early, I mean classes just ended for the day.” Wanda groaned as you all sat on the bleachers, blankets around your bodies as you all huddled for warmth, trying to shield from the snowflakes that would grace your cheeks and hair.
“You’re tellin’ me, I have four more hours until it’s socially acceptable to go to bed.” You groaned, rubbing your gloved hands together, trying your best to create any form of friction for warmth. Wanda did the same, but instead clutched her hot chocolate to her chest and let out an annoyed mumble of words you didn’t understand.
The football team always practiced from three to eight. Five hours of drills, pain, and sweat. You grimaced at the thought. Now of course you didn’t have to be there. But it was tradition. No one missed a single practice since that time Steve had an asthma attack on the field in his freshman year of highschool. Vivid memories of that day replayed in your mind, the absolute terror on everyone’s faces as he gasped for air. No one knew where his inhaler was, until Bucky came racing out of the locker room with it in his hand. Of course you didn’t know who Bucky was until a year later, but that day you could have sworn you started to look at him differently.
So you all made a vow, you, Wanda, Nat, Tony, to never miss another practice, rain or snow. And now was the time when you all started to regret it. Whenever it got colder out, you all talked about how stupid of an idea it really was, complained about how you should end the stupid pact. Regardless no one ever did. You were all glad for the downtime, to just relax and chat over coffee or hot chocolates, and occasionally muffins from the stand outside of campus.
During highschool, it was also where you and Bucky could flaunt the amazing part of dating a football player. The quick pecks on the lips after he made a good pass, or kicked a practice field goal made your heart soar. Or when he’d run up to you, as you screeched trying to get away from his stinky self, and pick you up in his arms peppering sloppy kisses to your face when it was a good day.
But it also meant the bad parts. Him being stressed out after a practice gone wrong, the silence on the car rides back home, and tears shed because of one too many accidental cleats to the stomach during tackles.
“Hey anyone know what the theory for-”
“No Peter” Everyone mumbled out of habit as the brunette flipped you all off and went back to scribbling in his physics notebook.
“Tony why don’t you just help him. It’d save all of us a headache.”
“Natalia, my dear, sweet little Natalia, he is my prodigee. I can’t just go around doing things for him. Parker here needs to learn to do them himself, then we’ll talk.”
“Well if you would just-”
“Zip it. I’m trying to watch the game.” Tony hissed, only now paying attention to the practice on the field. Internally groaning, you rested your head against Natasha’s shoulder and let your eyes focus on the grey clouds moving above you.
About an hour of trying to see what shapes you could find, practice finally ended early.
“Thank god for Saltzman getting injured, otherwise I would still be freezing my ass off.” You muttered, tugging your maroon zip-up hoodie tighter around your body. Everyone nodded in silent agreement as you sat in the Student Union waiting for the guys to get back from the locker rooms.
The Student Union area was smaller than most colleges, but was packed to the brim with things to do. An air hockey table was in the back corner, along with a small ping pong table, bright orange and blue paddles laying on top of it. There was a small stand by the front doors, filled to the brim with various snacks, ramen noodle options, drinks, and hot beverage machines.
It was the center of the campus, but most people, obviously, shied away from it when giving tours. Does anyone really want to see where their kid is going to ditch off work to hang out with their friends? Didn’t think so.
Thankfully it was free of cameras and a majority of the staff didn’t care enough to stop any alcohol consumption that went on in there. Always muttering something about ‘At least they’re all in one place…’ Which you’d think would cause more concern, but apparently not.
“Whatever, I’m getting something to drink.” Standing up, you pushed through small crowds and walked your way up to the front of the coffee station. Your eyes scanned over the small menu for the third time, hoping anything different than your usual would jump out at you. Normally, you wouldn’t have given it a second glance, choosing to order a simple caramel latte, sometimes with two shots of espresso to wake you up in the mornings, but hey nothing stays the same.
“One hot chocolate please, with a kick.”
The student behind the counter nodded and began mixing together the packet with hot water. Following with a dash of vodka and cinnamon. He topped the mug with whipped cream and handed it over to you with shaky hands.
“Are you feeling alright? You never order hot chocolate.” A rough voice called out from behind you, turning around you rolled your eyes playfully and let out a faint chuckle.
“Just not feelin’ the caffeine today, ya’ know?”
“Oh but you’re up for a splash of happy water?” Thor asked, pulling out his wallet and handing the cashier the five dollar bill.
“I had that you know… you don’t have to buy my drinks all the time.” You scolded, poking your pointer finger against his chest. He simply laughed, and moved his hand to yours, choosing to interlock your fingers instead of just swatting your hand away.
Shooting him a timid smile you held the steaming mug in one hand, ignoring the possibility of small blisters, and chatted away with him about how practice went on your way back to the table.
“Anyone know where Rogers is, I need our notes from class back.” You muttered, plopping down against one of the plush red couches, joining the rest of your friends.
Bucky had seen your whole interaction with Thor, and there was a permanent scowl on his face the entire time. Of course he knew it wasn’t his place to say anything but it still made his blood boil in his veins. His chest felt constricted, heart beating furiously in his chest as he found it harder to breathe. The sight reminded him he wouldn’t be yours again, unless he somehow found a way to pull you back in again.
That used to be him on your arm. Laughing shamelessly at some dumb thing Steve did, or you playfully slapping his arm as he whispered something suggestive in your ear.
He let out a strangled sigh, and ran his fingers through his sweat stricken hair. “Sorry Doll, thinkin’ he might’ve gone up to the apartment to change and grab warmer clothes for the incoming storm.” He leaned back against the cushion and looked over at you. “I’m heading there now, I can drive you if you’d like.”
“I-uh no it’s-”
“Nonsense, c’mon I know you’ve missed Becc’s and my Ma.” He winked and held his hand out for you to take.
He wasn’t wrong, you did miss his family, maybe even more than him, and you and his sister had a lot to talk about. So it was either get your ass in gear and actually finish your homework, or stall and head out.
“Guess it wouldn’t hurt. I’ll see you guys later.” You said with a small grin as you grabbed your bag from the couch and swung it over your shoulder. Bucky gave you a small smile as he followed beside you out to the front doors, his hand ghosting over the small of your back, smugly grinning to himself, knowing Thor was watching.
“Fuck!” You hissed as you slammed the door of Bucky’s black Jeep shut and attempted to brush the now melted snowflakes from your hair.
“I hate this weather.” Bucky muttered as he slid into the drivers side and slammed his door shut. Quickly turning on the car and blasting the heat. As you waited for the car to heat up, you reached for the aux cord and plugged it into your phone, “Doll you better play something worthy of my ears, or I might just cry.”
“Oh hush, I always play good music.”
“Yeah like what? The Jonas Brothers?”
“You leave Nick, Joe, and Kevin alone!” You shrieked, reaching over and smacking his upper-arm, which drew a hearty laugh from him as he pulled out of the parking lot.
“Relax, you know I love a good jo bros song.”
“You better.” You hissed, shooting him a glare which had him raising one hand up in defense.
The car ride was long, and painfully quiet other than the soft sound of the radio, and the blasting of the heat. You brought your legs up to rest on the dashboard and leaned your head to the side to look out the window.
The snow was coming down hard and the wind only made it worse. Bucky had the windshield wipers going at their full speed, the car going slower than 25mph. Two miles away from his Ma’s house and it would take hours.
“So I never did get to ask, how was Europe?” You asked, glancing up at him from your phone as you scrolled through songs.
“It was great, beautiful even. Lots to do, and the legal drinking age is a plus, they certainly have much better beer.” His whole face seemed to light up as he continued on about his adventures, “When we actually get to my Ma’s I’ll have to show you the photos I took. The trip was great, albeit lonely but worth the experience.” He hummed, his fingers drumming along the steering wheel to the gentle sound of Dean Lewis playing in the background.
“I can imagine. I’d sell a kidney to go. I remember when we would talk about living there when we were older. You were so adamant about not living in London.” You chuckled as he rolled his eyes, bumping his shoulder with yours.
“Hey! It’s expensive.”
“Yeah but we would have figured it out… like everything else…” You paused and looked out the window, almost like a dumb rom-com cliche, “Almost…”
The car became eerily silent and you cleared your throat moving forward to switch the song to something more upbeat. “Anyways uh-”
“Fuck! No no no!” Bucky cursed and you felt the car slowly roll to a stop, sputtering out and then dying.
“Oh fuck…” You muttered, as he frantically dug through his pocket for his phone. Dialing a number, he brought the phone up to his ear and climbed out. “Stay here.” He mumbled before slamming the door shut.
Within a few short minutes the car started to get chilly again, and you groaned wrapping your coat even closer around you, if it were possible. The door was pulled open and quickly shut again and Bucky was sat there rubbing his gloved hands together and cursing under his breath.
Tentatively you reached over and brushed a few snowflakes from his now bright red face, nose and cheeks nipped at by the cold air.
“Tow companies can’t come out until the morning, so either we sleep in this old piece of junk, or walk the mile to my Ma’s.” You glanced out the window, braving for the worst and grunted, shoving the door open.
The second the harsh wind hit your face you winced, regretting your decision. But you decided against getting back in that car and walked around to the other side of the road. Bucky popped open the trunk and pulled out his and your bags, along with an old blanket. Your breath hitched as you ran your hands over the soft fabric.
“You kept it, for all this time?”
“To be fair I didn’t have my car and I forgot I even had it. You can have it back, not like I have any use for it.”
Okay that stung a bit.
He slammed the trunk shut and tossing it at you. You stared down at the dark blue fleece in your hands and let out a muffled sigh.
This stupid fabric held so many memories for you and Bucky. He had bought you it when you mentioned around christmas time five years ago that you needed a throw blanket that you could just have hanging around.
You would sit on it with him when he’d take you to the drive in movies, and you’d curl up against him, laughing as he made stupid jokes and comments about the movie that was playing.
Harsh winds ripped and pushed at one side of your coat, your body acting as a barrier for it. Bucky walked beside you, hands stuffed into his pockets, scarf pulled over his growing stubble, and occasionally bumping his arm into yours.
“I don’t t-think I’ll ever hate anything… more than… this.” Your teeth chattered as you looked over at him, blinking rapidly to remove snowflakes from your lashes.
“I know doll, we’re almost there…” He blew out and you watched as his breath seemed to freeze as it passed his lips, floating off into the sky, the wind taking it away.
The finals steps up to his mother’s house was filled with staggering feet, and hot tears seemed to freeze as they slid down your cheeks from the cold.
Bringing a hand up to knock, Bucky abruptly pushed past you and slammed through the front door, stumbling into the house and dragging you after him. You turned, and slammed the door shut, bracing against the harsh wind and snow pouring in as the smell of hot chocolate and warm apple pie filled your nose.
“Buck is that you? I- OHMYGOD!” And just like that you were being slammed into again and stumbled back, falling against the carpeted stairs.
Bucky yanked his sister off of you and hoisted her up to her feet, and then reached down and took your hand in his own. You jumped to your feet, and hastily brushed hair away from your face.
“Becca, I love you, but please don’t knock me over again.” You teased pulling her in for a proper hug. She giggled and you felt her shake her head against your sweater.
“Hey Ma?” Bucky called out, dragging his feet against the carpet in an attempt to remove the snow from his boots.
“Yes my love?” Winnifred called out, her familiar voice making shivers run down your spine.
You hadn’t heard from her in what felt like ages. Rushing past Becca, and Bucky into the kitchen you shyly looked up at her, a cheeky grin drawn on your features.
“Sweetie!” She shrieked, dropping the freshly baked pie to the counter and racing towards where you stood. Winifreds’ arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you flush against her. “How are you?! Goodness it has been ages!” She rushed towards you, tugging off her oven mitts in the process and pulled you in for a tight hug.
“How have you been darling?” She cooed and any bit of cold left your body at her silky voice.
“I’m hanging in there, what about yourself?” You spoke, voice cracking as you pulled away from her.
“Oh you two must be frozen! Here let me pour you some cocoa.” Winnifred rushed around the kitchen, putting the kettle on the stove and preparing two mugs. “Bec’s why don’t you take (Y/N) upstairs, and help her get settled.”
“Ma I think I can-”
“Absolutely not mister, we are having a talk.” Winnifred interrupted her son and shot him with a cold glare motioning for him to sit at the kitchen island. Bucky grumbled a small ‘help me’ under his breath as he brushed past you, making you chuckle.
“So how’s college been?” Becca asked excitedly as she helped you set up the Buckys old room. However you zone out when the memories hit you like a freight train. The now blank walls cause tears to form in your eyes, lip quivering as your hand reaches down to brush against the familiar and plush bed sheets.
The warm light from the bedside lamp coats the room in a gold glow and suddenly you feel yourself floating with happiness, like you did in highschool. Happiness overwhelms you as you look around the room, slowly, to take everything in.
The stain where Bucky got the legendary nose bleed, that you and Becca tried to clean for what felt like hours. You guess it never did fully come out like you had hoped.
The crack in the window where you threw one to many rocks at in order to wake your then lover in the middle of the night.
Childish feelings that you’re still chasing the high of.
“Hey,” Bucky’s voice, slow and rough washes over you like a bucket of ice water. “Sorry, probably shoulda told Bec’s not to set you up in here…” He clears his throat, startling you as the floating feeling goes away and now your feet feel like cinder blocks, weighted to the shagged carpeting beneath you.
“N-no it’s okay! Unless you uh, want your room back…” He chuckles and shakes his head.
“Don’t sweat it doll, I’ll take the guest room.” And with that he turns and disappears out through the door.
Collapsing onto the twin sized bed, a sigh escapes you.
You had stopped counting the days since he left after about four weeks. He had reached out to you, just to check in but you ignored it. Your heart breaking at the sight of his dumb letter, so you hid it away.
Leave it to Bucky to send a fucking letter, you thought to yourself, as you tossed it into your desk drawer, never to be opened. He always was a hopeless romantic.
But in the days he was gone, and even now you miss the dip in your mattress where he used to lay. The soft kisses he’d leave on your skin, and the soft breaths in the crook of your neck. The way his hair fell over his eyes, laughing softly as you tried to fix it, but always giving up in the end. He was apart of you, he branded himself into your skin, and his love was a drug to you, seeping into your veins, and you were tired of the withdrawals, yet fearful of the risks.
You walk slower down the stairs than you’d like too. Eyes dragging over old photos on the wall, that held so much to the Barnes family. You pause halfway down the steps at a photo of you, kissing Bucky’s cheek at prom. He had insisted on a grey suit, with you in a red dress. He was more into fashion than you, so you went for it unknowing that you two were completely off theme for the magical night.
“Buck! Everyone is staring at us, you said we wouldn’t stand out.” Crossing your arms with a pout, your boyfriend let out a snort.
“Face it I lied, but you look radiant, better than anyone else here. Now come have a dance with me won’t you love?” He smiled, a genuine smile. One that he kept reserved for you, one that made you fall more in love than ever.
“Fine, only if you promise not to embarrass me.”
“Sweetheart, when have I ever embarrassed you?”
“In case you were curious, no Ma still hasn’t taken down the photos of us.” Bucky interrupts your flashback, a cold hand now resting on your upper back.
“Neither has mine,” You admit, eyes darting to your hands as you begin to pick at your nails in embarrassment. “Funny though, she always loved you a bit more than me.” He laughs at that, a full body one that has you worried you’ve said something wrong.
“Doll, your mom would put stars in the sky if it meant seeing you happy. So would mine actually.” He rubs the back of his neck, a shy grin on his face. You nod, staying quiet as you look over the photos on the wall once more.
“I’m still…” Bucky clears his throat, his hand tugging at the collar of his shirt. “I-uhm… fuck it, I’m still- here for you, yeah… a-always.” He mentally slaps himself across the face for chickening out. He stares down at you, this entire time. Him being back, the trip back to his old house, all he’s been wanting to do is grab your face and kiss you. So, fuck it, he thinks as he carefully grabs your cheeks and pulls you flush against him, his lips crashing into your own.
You don’t really know what to think, or do as you watch Bucky, almost in slow motion pull you closer and bring his lips to yours. Butterflies fill your stomach, your heart thumping wildly in your chest like a tiger wanting to break free of its cage.
Then everything turns to bliss, you feel younger, free, full of love and passion. So your fingers grab at his sweater, pulling him closer to you begging for more. Your lips move in rhythm with his teeth bumping and scattered breaths.
And then reality sets in. Here you are standing in your ex boyfriends stairwell, in his moms house, making out with him.
You whimper, pulling yourself away from him. And for a moment your brain and heart become one, urging you to go for more, urging you to jump back into his arms and kiss those delicious rosey lips again, have him pull you into his room and pin you against the bed like he would when you were younger. Your breathing picks up, and you shake your head shoving past him and into his old room.
“Y/N wait!” He calls after you, and the echoes of his heavy feet racing up the stairs makes you panic, slamming the door.
Bucky pauses in front of the door as he hears the soft click of the lock, his heart breaking in two. He should have waited, should have fucking waited.
He runs a hand over his face and groans, making his way slowly down the hall and into the guest bedroom.
Lately I’ve been more into writing headcanon than one shots so here we gooooo
Thor had a hard time understanding concept of video games, you tried your best to explain it to him
If you’re one of those gamers who like having their room full of led lights, Thor’s gonna love it
Believe me or not, but he finds your lights pretty comforting
Thor really liked to watch you play, even though he wasn’t understanding too much how it worked
It would be lie if he would say that he wasn’t fascinated by it
He asked you if he could try playing, of course you agreed
You asked which game he wanted to play, when he answered, you turned it on and turned on tutorial for him, so he could understand how it works and what he has to do
Of course you were telling him what to do and how (idk why but I see Thor trying Overwatch)
Let’s stay with the idea that he plays Overwatch
You tell him to go to the training area, so he can try his best with the characters he’s interested in
I feel like he could go for chosing Brigitte, Torbjörn or Reinhardt, but of course he tried others characters too, because he was interested in their abilities and skills
Thor had a lot of fun
Watching him play against others was funny
“How dare you attack God of Thunder?!”
At some point you were scared that he would destroy your gaming equipment
Luckily he didn’t
After playing for the first time, he wanted more
He really liked Overwatch, but wanted to try other games too, so without thinking much you introduced him to other games
Horror, adventure, role play, strategy, genre don’t matter, Thor wanted to try them all
His favorites are Overwatch, Minecraft and Witcher
Sometimes you two would play Minecraft and Overwatch together
In second game you would play against each other or together, depending on mood
When you’re playing on your own or with your friends, he likes to sit in the same room with you, but always ask if you’re okay with it
Being a twitch streamer and dating Thor
He always helps you with getting everything ready
Brings you snacks or anything you to drinks (besides alcohol) when you need
He likes spending time in your room with you during streams
Your audience loves him, he’s sweet and always says “hi” to them
He happens to read what people say in chat to him, sometimes even complementing him and he just chuckles and thanks
Sometimes you two play on streams, together or against each other, depends on game
Playing against each other looks basically like “The lower cleans the house” and etc.
He helps you clean after stream if you’ve made a mess
Some people in your chat split up into two teams when you two play games, one being on your side, one on your boyfriend’s
It’s not harmful or anything, it’s playful
Some people say Thor should make his own twitch account, but he has no interest in having one
