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Hi, I'm Tara. You may know me from my other OC blogs @americasdaughter @widowschild and @godkillersblood . Those muses for the moment will be staying on their own blogs. This is a multimuse iconless rp blog for MCU OCs that I either can't justify making a single blog for or want to test out.
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Things never seemed to go right for poor Jackson. For the fifteen years he had been alive on this planet, he had been in an orphanage, back and forth between foster homes ( which by this point he despised ), and every time heโd end up right back where he had started no matter how promising things looked like they might turn out. To say he had been through some tough timesโฆ well that was an understatement.
He had grown to like the orphanage and the people there. It seemed as if heโd be there until he was no longer accepted because of passing the maximum age. That quickly changed though when he was forced to defend himself from a bullyโs blow. The opposing kid ended up on the other side of the room, much to everyoneโs surpriseโฆ and fear.
Thatโs when the testing came. First to see as to how he pulled off the feat, but when they found no results, they turned to blood tests to see if they could figure out the parentage of this kid. Perhaps that would bring answers, and it did ( though Jackson was still in the dark ). A call was sent out to call in the most unsuspecting personโฆ Steve Rogers.
Jackson slowly nodded his head, acknowledging Steveโs request. He didnโt dare speak any further, but quietly followed behind him.
Once out in the hall, he saw the young girl he had seen a few moments before. She seemed to be the same age as him, or at least close. He wasnโt entirely sure, but she seemed nice. Curious no doubt, but nice. He met eyes with her, and offered her a small smile, though it quickly disappeared due to his nervousness.
"Jackson, this is my wife, Peggy." As Steve introduced her Peggy stepped forward and held out her hand to shake her stepson's. The boy may not look like Steve at first glance, but they had very similar eyes. Besides, he was Steve's blood.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jackson." Peggy said with a gentle smile, Steve motioned Sarah forward.
"And of course, you've met Sarah already," The younger brunette returned Jackson's smile.
"Sweetheart, we should go sign those papers. We'll be back in a few minutes, behave." The behave was aimed more at Sarah than Jackson.
As soon as they were alone, Sarah spoke up.
"So... you're my brother?"
Nodding Morfydd led her new house guest through back streets, going by the main road would have been quicker, but this way, they wouldn't be seen.
Letting the prince of Asgard into her home, Morfydd closed the door and went to her kitchen to grab the ale she promised him.
"Here, sit down." For good measure, she grabbed her own bottle, just in case she needed it.
"Shall we begin?"
As they walked Loki was certainly looking at the buildings. They all reminded him of home which was something he was curious about. He took the bottle as she handed to him. A nod from him.
"Yes what do you want to know first?" He asked.
Morfydd hesitated for a moment trying to decide what to ask first.
"You said a version of you died by Thanos' hand, you can start by explaining what you meant by that." She took a sip from her bottle and watched him suspiciously.
"Everyone knows you're a trickster, why should I believe you when you say it wasn't you who died when we were attacked? You've been known to fake your own death, multiple times."
"I was looking for help." Mallory didn't know how else to describe it.
"Something bad happened, and I needed help, so I went to the TVA to look for you and Dad, or I guess a version of you and Dad."
She'd been lost and scared when she'd arrived at the TVA, but everything was okay now, and the people at the TVA had helped get her home.
"What happened?" He asked. He was now more concerned then he had been.
"Did we help you with whatever it was?" Loki asked. He walked toward her with the plate filled with food. "And when exactly did you drop into the TVA?"
Mallory hesitated for a moment.
"He Who Remains showed up..." The way the timelines worked was a tangled mess, she knew the TVA was outside of the timelines but there was time in the TVA all the same.
"I showed up before you and Dad decided to leave, before I was born... Papa it was hard and I was worried about you and Dad the entire time, but everything is okay now, right?"
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Mallory nodded and followed after her father, still clutching the tempad. She didn't want to let it out of her hands for a second.
Their home looked much the same as it always had. Everything was familiar, except for one thing.
"Where's Dad?" As happy as she was to see her papa, she still needed to see her dad.
Stepping into the kitchen, Mallory took a seat at the table. This felt familiar and right, but still so wrong.
He looked over at her as he went into the fridge so that he could pull out some leftovers. He was going to get her something to eat. A hum from him as he looked over at her. "He's around somewhere. He mentioned something about raking leaves or something." He said getting a plate down so he could put some food on it.
"So you want to tell me what you were looking for?"
"I was looking for help." Mallory didn't know how else to describe it.
"Something bad happened, and I needed help, so I went to the TVA to look for you and Dad, or I guess a version of you and Dad."
She'd been lost and scared when she'd arrived at the TVA, but everything was okay now, and the people at the TVA had helped get her home.
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Things never seemed to go right for poor Jackson. For the fifteen years he had been alive on this planet, he had been in an orphanage, back and forth between foster homes ( which by this point he despised ), and every time heโd end up right back where he had started no matter how promising things looked like they might turn out. To say he had been through some tough timesโฆ well that was an understatement.
He had grown to like the orphanage and the people there. It seemed as if heโd be there until he was no longer accepted because of passing the maximum age. That quickly changed though when he was forced to defend himself from a bullyโs blow. The opposing kid ended up on the other side of the room, much to everyoneโs surpriseโฆ and fear.
Thatโs when the testing came. First to see as to how he pulled off the feat, but when they found no results, they turned to blood tests to see if they could figure out the parentage of this kid. Perhaps that would bring answers, and it did ( though Jackson was still in the dark ). A call was sent out to call in the most unsuspecting personโฆ Steve Rogers.
โNoโฆโ he slowly replied, awkwardly glancing towards the door as he scooted to the edge of his seat. He was no longer shriveled up in his seat, finally actually looking his age now. Truth be told, he didnโt want to stay at the orphanage. He was the weird kid that no one really took the time to know. At the same time though, he wasnโt positive this was the best idea. What if this was all a hoaxโฆ but how could that be true? Would Captain America lieโฆ especially about him being a son? Nothing was really making sense at this point.
โUhโฆ Iโฆ Iโve really never had luck in foster homes. Iโm always sent back for being a trouble maker,โ he said. Not something a trouble maker would normally admit to. Truth be told, it wasnโt ever his fault, but he would always take the blame because the kid hated confrontation.
Steve smiled a little and squeezed Jackson's shoulder.
"Then you'll come home with us, I need to sign some paperwork. Do you think you can keep your sister busy for a minute?" Sarah, no doubt would be bombarding Jackson with questions.
"You ready?"
Morfydd was still trying to figure out what she was going to do with him once they got where they were going but right now her focus was getting him back to her place and keeping him distracted and talking until she could figure stuff out.
"Yeah, you're going to have to explain that too, but for now let's just get you somewhere safe and then we can talk about it." The brunette said glancing over her shoulder at the stranger.
"I won't have mead or wine like they did in the palace, but I have ale in my fridge, that will have to do."
"Okay." Loki said. There was something almost familiar about this girl, but not quite. She seemed to know him without him having to say who he was.
"That would be fine." He wasn't picky, and actually didn't typically drink to begin with. So he would be fine with what she had.
Nodding Morfydd led her new house guest through back streets, going by the main road would have been quicker, but this way, they wouldn't be seen.
Letting the prince of Asgard into her home, Morfydd closed the door and went to her kitchen to grab the ale she promised him.
"Here, sit down." For good measure, she grabbed her own bottle, just in case she needed it.
"Shall we begin?"
"Mum, Nana Carter sent you something. Do you want it or should I set it aside for right now?" (for Peggy from Sarah)
Captivated.
Her daughter's solitary question holds her, as if a barred cage. Perplexion draws dark brows together as if two stormy clouds needed a conference over maple orbs. Her attention shifts to the parcel. A parcel that was now clutched with desperation in her hands. It wasn't someone's birthday. Was it? Had she forgotten?
Her dear Mum had never forgiven her for following in Michael's footsteps. The woman couldn't possibly fathom why her darling Margaret couldn't settle down, marry her nice GI, and give her a few grandbabies. She hated that the SSI promised and well provided more scintillating diversions.
Peggy tries to nod affirmatively for Sarah to set it aside but couldn't summon up the nerve. Curiosity, as vile a sensation as it could be, claws at her internally and refuses to let her go. She paces, her step bedraggled with optimistic caution. "And you are positive it has my name on it, Sweetheart?" She asks, her town powdery soft and yet, choked with emotion.
"Unless there's another Mrs. S Rogers at this address." Sarah said with a shrug.
"Nana sent a letter too... I think you should open it. We never hear from her. What if it's something important?"
She didn't quite know how to explain everything that had happened. She'd hung on to her dad's tempad the entire time. She hadn't known how to use it, but it had been a tangible piece of home.
Reaching into her pocket, she held it out for her father to see.
"I've been to the TVA."
He looked at the tempad in a bit of shock wondering how exactly she'd gotten her hands on it, but she had used it at least. Had been mostly safe with it he hoped. "And what were you looking for in the TVA?" He asked. He was now curious as to what exactly she'd started looking for that would draw her to it. "I feel like this is a conversation to be had over food."
Mallory nodded and followed after her father, still clutching the tempad. She didn't want to let it out of her hands for a second.
Their home looked much the same as it always had. Everything was familiar, except for one thing.
"Where's Dad?" As happy as she was to see her papa, she still needed to see her dad.
Stepping into the kitchen, Mallory took a seat at the table. This felt familiar and right, but still so wrong.
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Things never seemed to go right for poor Jackson. For the fifteen years he had been alive on this planet, he had been in an orphanage, back and forth between foster homes ( which by this point he despised ), and every time heโd end up right back where he had started no matter how promising things looked like they might turn out. To say he had been through some tough timesโฆ well that was an understatement.
He had grown to like the orphanage and the people there. It seemed as if heโd be there until he was no longer accepted because of passing the maximum age. That quickly changed though when he was forced to defend himself from a bullyโs blow. The opposing kid ended up on the other side of the room, much to everyoneโs surpriseโฆ and fear.
Thatโs when the testing came. First to see as to how he pulled off the feat, but when they found no results, they turned to blood tests to see if they could figure out the parentage of this kid. Perhaps that would bring answers, and it did ( though Jackson was still in the dark ). A call was sent out to call in the most unsuspecting personโฆ Steve Rogers.
Jackson just stared at Steve in complete disbelief. He was definitely in a state of shock, his jaw dropped down to his chest. A million different thoughts ran through his brain at one time. His brain was on overload, his eyes darting all over the room trying to make sense of everything.
How is this possible? It doesnโt make any sense. How could Captain Steve Rogers, the war hero, be his dad? Who was the mother? Mrs Carterโฆ or I guess Rogers now? That cannot be possible. It canโt be herโฆ and did he say half-sister? What the heck? Orphanages have been hoping that any family would arrive to claim meโฆ but Steve?
All of these thoughts and more ran wild through his racing brain. He had so many questions, but was almost too afraid to answer, not sure of what the answer was going to be. However, at the same time, he wanted to know the truth. He finally let go of his grip from around his legs, allowing his feet to slide to the floor. He scooted to the point that he was on the edge of his seat, his hands on his knees. โButโฆ but how is that possible, sir?โ
"I'm still trying to figure that out, but you're my son, that's what we know right now." Steve glanced towards the door, he was pretty sure that Sarah was on the other side dying to come back in and see her brother.
"It's up to you, kid. We want to help you, but if you need time I can give you that. Just say the word, I'll make sure my daughter gives you some space until you're ready."
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"I mean you died, I know that for a fact so you can explain how you're back from the dead?" Morfydd, said, she needed to get a message to someone, but who could she call?
Thor was who knew where, her boss as she said earlier was not available... maybe she should call Lady Sif? In the meantime where could she take him?
"You need a drink? Okay, come with me."
"No I haven't." He said. "You're referring to a different version of me." Loki said softly. So that rather narrowed down when exactly he was. After the part of the timeline where the main counterpart of himself died. A nod from him as he started to follow him.
Morfydd was still trying to figure out what she was going to do with him once they got where they were going but right now her focus was getting him back to her place and keeping him distracted and talking until she could figure stuff out.
"Yeah, you're going to have to explain that too, but for now let's just get you somewhere safe and then we can talk about it." The brunette said glancing over her shoulder at the stranger.
"I won't have mead or wine like they did in the palace, but I have ale in my fridge, that will have to do."
Mallory couldn't help herself. She had been through hell and needed some comfort from one of her favorite people.
To be fair, she'd earned it, hopping from branch to branch and now finally on the branch she was originally from. The universe wasn't ending.
Everything was alright.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Papa." Mallory sniffled, never letting go.
"I'm just really happy to see you."
"Why don't you try me?" He asked. There were a great number of things that wouldn't surprise him. Considering he had stepped out of his time and all that he'd found out. "If it's got you in a state it's certainly something."
She didn't quite know how to explain everything that had happened. She'd hung on to her dad's tempad the entire time. She hadn't known how to use it, but it had been a tangible piece of home.
Reaching into her pocket, she held it out for her father to see.
"I've been to the TVA."
"Outside of time..." Morfydd tried to process that information.
"... I think, you need to explain. Because if you're alive things are about to get really complicated." Not only would it throw a whole bunch of things into question, the legitimacy of Thor giving Morfydd's boss the crown for one. But also, it might come out how Morfydd herself was connected to the dark haired trickster.
"Does anyone besides me know you're here? Is there anyone with you that we need to worry about?"
"I don't know how outside of time needs more of an explanation." Loki said. A shake of his head. He didn't have Mobius around and wasn't even sure how he would find him. "No, it's just me." Loki said. "But on the topic of what outside of time means that is more of a going to need a drink conversation." And time though he wasn't sure she would believe him.
"I mean you died, I know that for a fact so you can explain how you're back from the dead?" Morfydd, said, she needed to get a message to someone, but who could she call?
Thor was who knew where, her boss as she said earlier was not available... maybe she should call Lady Sif? In the meantime where could she take him?
"You need a drink? Okay, come with me."
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Things never seemed to go right for poor Jackson. For the fifteen years he had been alive on this planet, he had been in an orphanage, back and forth between foster homes ( which by this point he despised ), and every time heโd end up right back where he had started no matter how promising things looked like they might turn out. To say he had been through some tough timesโฆ well that was an understatement.
He had grown to like the orphanage and the people there. It seemed as if heโd be there until he was no longer accepted because of passing the maximum age. That quickly changed though when he was forced to defend himself from a bullyโs blow. The opposing kid ended up on the other side of the room, much to everyoneโs surpriseโฆ and fear.
Thatโs when the testing came. First to see as to how he pulled off the feat, but when they found no results, they turned to blood tests to see if they could figure out the parentage of this kid. Perhaps that would bring answers, and it did ( though Jackson was still in the dark ). A call was sent out to call in the most unsuspecting personโฆ Steve Rogers.
Jacksonโs chest continually rose and fell at an increased pace as he nervously anticipated what the Soldier was going to say. He said that was not in trouble, but why the heck would he be here? If not trouble, then what?
Steve cleared his throat, deciding how it would be best for him to break the news that he had just learned. The kids deserved to know, butโฆ he also didnโt really want him to go into any more shock than he was already in.
โJackson, my name is Steve Rogers. Theโฆ orphanage called me in because of someโฆ unusual behavior?โ he questioned.
Jackson very subtly nodded his head. โYes sir,โ he mumbled.
โWell Iโm happy to tell youโฆ that there is nothing wrong with you.โ Steve offered him a small smile, but Jackson just stared at him blankly. โIn fact, the strength that you showedโฆ Thatโsโฆ hmโฆโ He went silent in thought for a moment before finally explaining everythingโฆ how he was born, who he was, and so on.
The room went completely silent. Steve was afraid that he had said something wrong until Jackson finally exclaimed, โYouโre my dad?!โ
Even through the door, Jackson's exclamation could be heard if muffled.
"I believe Daddy's told him then," Peggy said, hoping Steve would forgive her that Sarah knew the truth about a minute before Jackson did.
Steve, meanwhile, was trying to gauge Jackson's feelings.
"Yes. I am. You've already met your half-sister, and my wife, of course, is eager to get to know you if you'll let us."
"I never thought about who I looked like before, now all I see is him when I look in the mirror." (from Morfydd)
"Really?" Torunn blinks in disbelief. "Because if I'm being honest. That is not what I see."
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"Who do you see?" Morfydd scoffed. It was so obvious now that Morfydd looked like her father. The one difference was that her eyes were green like her mother's, but that miniscule detail could be easily overlooked.
"I very clearly look like him, Your Highness."
