𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘨𝘦 ◾ 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬

frigga was caught up in the fascination of possibly using her given abilities on something or someone - watching as the magic danced on her fingertips. “i could turn you into a frog... or perhaps a deer?” she spoke to herself, smirking as she watched a passerby. “then again, my abilities would choose for me as my control isn’t quite perfect yet...” a scowl made its way to her features as she slumped back in her chosen chair in one of the common rooms. “you there, are you busy?” she pointed over at the next nearest person, smiling a bit at them. “care to have some entertainment?”

ever since strange had placed her upon this world, freya had been fairly open about who her parentage was. she understood quite quickly that people did not always trust her father, but being as she had grown up on asgard, she knew this already. seeing him across the way, she held her head high and set her chin out as she moved in over towards him. “you are much younger than i imagined.” she started, her gaze looking him over before settling on his features. “it’s interesting but not unwelcome, hello faðir.”

“you’re related to me,“ frigga freya stated as she moved over towards the younger man. “in a sort of way,“ she gave a small smile to the other, waving a hand in the air as silver chains danced along her wrist. she looked every bit of an outsider asgardian and certainly didn’t fit in the midgardian ‘looks’. “i am lokisdottir from another realm, you may call me freya.” she offered, sitting herself next to him. “i know very little of midgard, only from what my father has told me - but apparently you know midgard well?”

“no,“ natasha stated simply, giving a glance over towards one of the younger teachers at the academy. “because we will teach them thoroughly enough. your doubt over this is your doubt in yourself.” she turned to look at him and gave a small smile, “gain confidence parker, it’ll help you - and if you cannot, well i can send... steve over to give you a pep talk?” she teased, “i heard that was what they did to you kids when you were in high school.”

“bro, my dad is tony stark and my mom is pepper potts, trust me - i completely get it.“ she smiled a bit at him, watching him with assessing but kind eyes. “he’s intimidating and i guess in this world and a few others he sort of... killed my grandparents but like, it wasn’t actually him? if that makes any sense.” morgan shrugged and sighed, giving joseph a small nudge with her shoulder. “he’s cool though, seems earnest in wanting to do his best for all of us, which makes him an actually stellar guy.”

We’re thrilled to have FRIGGA LOKISDOTTIR join us as a STUDENT of the Academy! They look at lot like EVA GREEN and are LOOKS 28, ACTUALLY HUNDREDS OF YEARS OLD, going by SHE/HER. We hear they’re a BIOLOGICAL child of LOKI, and also answer to FREYA. They’re said to be QUICK TEMPERED and are able to NATURE AND TRICKSTER MAGIC. Please join us in welcoming them aboard!

“well, technically – yeah. or a future? there are apparently a lot of them.” she pointed out with a shrug – silently wondering if ice cream even existed in all of the various timelines. as she watched the small scene unravel – the person she’d offered a chair to making such a quick exit – her head tilted to the side. eira wasn’t oblivious to the way the world was or how judgmental the world could be, she’d gone to public high school after all, but that didn’t mean she really understood it. “why should they be afraid of you? isn’t everyone here kind of different somehow?” she wondered before nodding. “probably? what do you teach? they said i should take a lot of the combat and powers classes.”

“so i’ve been told,“ eric responded, giving a small sigh through his nose as he glanced over at the other. “i’m something that half these kids never realized was real. superheroes? mutants? gods? apparently all believable. vampires? fuck no. i’m a nightmare.” he replied, sitting up and allowing her to see his eyes and his teeth. “funny thing is, i’m not a full vamp - just half. they call me day-walker, or blade.” he sighed, shaking his head. “how to fight someone like me and live through it.” he looked her over for a minute. “you’re not human either.”

stephen had a way of listening without saying anything. by now, tony knew better than to think that the sorcerer wasn’t listening. if anything, he was probably listening too damn closely. 

but stephen wasn’t the only one with the ability to read people. even under the cover of his motor mouthing, tony was keeping an eye on his not-really-conversation-partner-but-you-know-what-i-mean. 

“it’s about your son, isn’t it? you have sudden parent shock too.”

the observation escaped him before he had the chance to frame it properly, and he realized that he had skipped a few steps verbally. “what i meant was, you’re kinda …” he waved vaguely. “you look like you’re analyzing the situation like you’d analyze a battlefield.” 

he cracked a smile at stephen’s attempt to cheer him up, even though his mind was racing a mile a minute to try and figure out how to not die on his kids (solution! don’t have kids!), while simultaneously realizing that that wasn’t how time travel worked. to these kids, he’d died. fullstop. they were never going to be able to get their lost years with their dad back.

“sorry, didn’t mean to dump that on you,” he sighed. “want some caffeine? i have a tea maker – pot – thing – in my office. which is just down the corridor.”

he paused, his mind spinning in non-linear fashion back to what stephen had said. “do you need any enhancements to the fire suppression systems? do i need to balrog-proof this place?”

“my... son.“ stephen stated plainly, crossing his features into unreadable and pondering. “i have other children too, i suppose - but i’m not very concerned about them at the moment. they seem to take care of themselves.”

he hummed for a moment, realizing a bit too late that tony was side-tracking him. looking back up, he stared at the older man before raising brow. “am i?” he asked. this took him by surprise as he looked back down at his desk. “i didn’t realize...” he frowned at himself, deliberately taking the time to pause and think. “i suppose it is a sort of battlefield. parenthood i mean.”

he perked up at the mention of tea and decided to move around his desk and towards the fellow avenger. “you can always vent at me, tony. i may not offer it so verbally but you can.” he attempted a smile before turning to follow him down the corridor.

“did you just use a tolkien reference on me?“ he asked, taken a bit back and looking at him in genuine wonder. “i think your work is perfectly sufficient though, i’m not sure what other improvements you could be making.“

“so, just blade or mr. blade?” is xander’s smart-ass response as he looks over at the older man, trying to bite back the smirk that so desperately wants to form across his features. did he want to goof off? hell yeah he did. that’s almost all he did, if he were to be honest. and maybe this guy freaked him out a little bit at first glance, but at the same time, he couldn’t deny that he seemed pretty cool. a teacher who would curse at him? pretty cool as far as xander was concerned. with a goofy grin on his face, he salutes him. “aye aye, mr. blade.”

“blade.“ eric responded flatly, giving the kid a darkened look from behind his shades. “there’s no need to add the mister, i’m not here to be your authority - just the guy who is going to make sure you don’t end up dead.” he took a step closer to the younger man, assessing quickly that he was the son of stark. “you’re damn lucky i’m here as a friend of your father’s kid. otherwise i’d have you outside right now running laps with weighted pockets.” he paused and gave a small smile at the thought. “actually, that’s not such a bad idea.”

it was an adjustment to be in this time period again – everything was a bit brighter, the people seemed happier, all of the students that she’d seen seemed eager to learn. in a way, it took her back. it was like adjusting to society again after spending a lengthy time in limbo. unfortunately, that only served to remind her of how grim her timeline had turned. 

a hint of a smile pulled at her lips though as she stepped inside. “you like all of this.” she mused knowingly, “teaching.” she may have been a pain in the ass student once that couldn’t stay awake through meditation, but she’d always felt that he enjoyed imparting wisdom on others. taking in the more sterile environment, illyana had to tease him. “but are you teaching magic in here or brain surgery?”

“of course,“ stephen responded, his smile faltering just a bit as he took on a more professional demeanor around his former pupil. well, at least one version of his. a smirk crossed his lips at her retort as he glanced away from her to look around his clinically white room. “i could teach both, you know - but magic, more precisely the mystic arts and further, occultism.” he added, looking back to her with a shrug.

“are you looking forward to teaching, illyana? or have you decided to become a student once more?“ he wouldn’t be surprised by either answer - she was, after all, a powerful being who had a knack for learning (even when she fell asleep) but also afforded the patience to teach. something he’d not been entirely great with.

“fortunate i don’t feel the need to take your class, then.” gamora points out blandly, crossing her arms over her chest as she watches the man. she’s met all kinds of creatures over the years, travelling the galaxy - fighting throughout the galaxy the way she has. combat of the supernatural… could be a curious class. unlikely to yield much gamora hasn’t seen before in her time, but curious nonetheless. “you may want to try something less intimidating with the students. younger minds don’t always react well to fear.”

eric raised a brow and looked over at the woman through his darkened glasses. a small smirk playing at his lips. he knew her, sure - he’d read her file the school provided. of course every file had only the most basic information on it to protect everyone, but he didn’t need to really know too much anyway. “then they won’t survive out there - ” he pointed towards the shaded window before looking back to her, “or wherever they came from.” he stepped closer, taking a better look at her. “how would you suggest i teach my class?”