Avengers x reader
Word count: 682
Summary: Hydra had come for Bucky, protecting him, you end up giving your life for his.
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Cradling your face, he weeps. âPlease, just please open your eyesâ your unmoving body rests in his hold, blood dripping down your face, painting the ground a deep red.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorryâ he cries, tears wet your skin. Feet pounding in the background coming to a stop not too far away. Breathing loud as silence fills the room, the only sound being Buckyâs soft sobs as he holds you closer to his chest.
âBucky?â Steveâs voice is soft, comforting as he walks towards his friend. âI couldnât protect them, Steve, I couldnâtâ his voice breaks, another sob bursting from his throat as he brushes his hand over your head. His body shakes, painfully so.
âIs that-â Peterâs voice came from further away, still standing in the doorway with the rest of the team, holding onto Tonyâs arm as he stares at your paling skin.
âWhat happened?â Tonyâs voice sounds cold, strong, trying to hold back his emotions. âThey came for me, Hydra they-â
âThey wanted me, I couldnât.â The soldierâs breaths quickened; memories of your death stuck in his mind as he tries to explain. ây/n, they, they tried to protect me. I told them to leave but, they wouldnât listenâ a mix between laughter and crying left him.
Mumbling fills the room, talking to himself, trying to comprehend what had happened just mere minutes earlier. Steveâs hand made its way to Buckyâs shoulder, grasping it tightly to let him know he was still there, that he wasnât leaving.
Peter, your best friend, stood mere meters away from your corpse. He didnât move, he couldnât.
How did this happen, they were the Avengers! They were supposed to protect you, to fight with you, you couldnât be gone.
Tony and Natasha, the people who took you in when you had no one, the ones who held you at night when you had a bad dream or helped you with your homework when you didnât understand.
The ones who had sworn to protect you were staring right at your dead body, covered in blood. Limp in the arms of the soldier, trembling as he tried to hold on to you as if you would wake back up.
Stark walked up to the three of you, his mask closed and pace fast. Steve turned to look at him, seemingly aware of what his teammate was planning to do.
âTony-â
A loud noise echoed, the sound of metal and flesh collapsing. âTony!â Natasha shouted; eyes wide, surprised. âYou were supposed to protect them, Barnes!â
âI tried, I couldnât they-â âNo- no they were after you, it was you who should have died, not them! Not y/n.â
His voice finally gave up, breaking as he shouted at Bucky, his mask opening, exposing his tear-stained face. Defeat painted all over him.
âStark, it wasnât his faultâ The captain spoke up, holding his best friendâs arm. âWasnât it? Did he not swear to protect them? To keep them safe. He killed them, not Hydra, not anyone else!â
âHe killed them and now theyâre gone!â
As if it finally downed onto Peter, he made his way over to you, still laying in Buckyâs lap. Slowly he knelt, his eyes not leaving your closed ones. His breathing stopped as he looked at you, your face paler than usual, your chest not rising, no longer breathing.
A tear slowly made its way down his face, his hands reaching out to hold your hand. A mere second later he leaned down, his face in the crook of your neck as he sobbed, mourning his best friend.
He couldnât believe it; you were gone. He wasnât there to protect you, to keep you safe, no one was. He was the one who introduced you to Tony, he was the reason you became an Avenger, the reason you were no longer here.
Stark soon joined him, his hand on Peterâs back as he kept a stern face, staring at the wall in front of them. Promising you that he would avenge you, he wonât let you die like this.
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Warnings: Wee bit of angst, cursing, mention of a knife (typical spider-man stuff), suggestive language (very minor!)
-Peter Parker-
âTodayâs the day Iâm going to do it.â Peter said as he closed his locker. âIâm going to tell Y/N I love her.â Ned eyed his best friend, a disbelieving look in his eyes.
âThatâs what you said last week. And the week before.â Ned said as he took his books out of his locker. âI canât blame you for chickening out, theyâre intimidating. Like MJ.â
âMJâs not intimidating.â Ned scoffed and Peter paused before he spoke again. âOkay, yeah, sheâs terrifying. But Y/N isnât. Theyâre sweet, and May loves them. Mr. Starkâs been begging me to bring them to the compound so he could meet them, or he would âinvestigate the kid thatâs dating his kid.ââ
âWait, he called you his kid?â Ned asked.
âHe totally did, even though he changed the subject immediately after he let it slip. And I saw Ms. Black Widow this weekend and I told her about it, and apparently it wasnât the first time heâs called me âhis kid.ââ Peter noticed the wide-eyed look in his best friendâs eyes and shushed him. âDonât you dare repeat that.â
âI canât believe you met her. You better not tell MJ, sheâd bully you until you introduced them.â Ned said and then paused before he spoke. âBut how do you plan on-â
âOoh, a plan. I love scheming, what are we doing?â A new voice filled Peterâs ears, and Peter turned around with a smile.
âHi.â
âHi.â Peter wrapped his arms around you, and it was your turn to smile when Peterâs lips brushed against yours, and Peter welcomed the familiar taste of your cherry chapstick.
âUgh, get a room.â MJ said as she walked over, and Peter stepped back from you with his cheeks tinged red.
âOh, shut up.â The sound of your laughter made Peterâs heart skip a beat and then you turned to face Peter again. âSo, what were you and Ned talking about?â
âYou know, top secret stuff. Very important⌠guy stuff?â
âGuy stuff?â Peterâs breath hitched as your eyes studied his face, and he wondered if this is how specimens under a microscope felt. âO..kay. Guy stuff can be a secret.â The first bell rang and you groaned. âHaving pre-cal first thing in the morning is the worst. MJ and I will see you in third period. Have fun with your âguy stuff.â I know itâs code word for Star Wars.â You kissed Peterâs cheek before you left with MJ, saying bye to Ned as you walked away.
âIs not!â Peter called after you before he turned to Ned.
âGuy stuff?â
âShut up.â
~Y/N Y/L/N~
âPeterâs planning something.â You said as you sat on top of MJâs desk. You had a substitute teacher who could not care less about teaching for your second period today, so the entire class was doing their own thing. You chose to sit with MJ and talk while she doodled on your hand.
âObviously.â MJ chuckled, a hint of a smirk on her lips. âI know heâs a little extra dorky around you regardless, but he seemed on edge today.â
âRight?â You leaned your head back against the wall, grateful for MJâs corner desk. âYou think that wouldâve worn off by now.â
âDude, you intimidate him. Even after, what, three months of dating?â
âHow in the hell do I intimidate him? Heâs dated me for three months, and I cried in front of him and May when we watched this sad dog movie two weeks ago.â
âBecause youâre hot.â You raised a brow as you glanced at MJ.
âIâm hot so I intimidate him?â
âGet rid of all your personal biases towards Peter and think about it. He had a little crush on Liz and could barely even speak to her. And before you and him started dating, he never dated anyone.â
âNeither have I.â Your brows furrowed and MJ groaned, causing a few people to look over for a second before they turned back to their own things.
âBut youâve been asked out by a couple guys and girls since you started last year. Thatâs not Peterâs experience at all, and heâs probably feeling like youâre out of his league. Waiting for the shoe to drop and waiting for you to realize that.â
âHe really thinks that?â You frowned and closed your eyes, and you tried to wrap your mind around what MJ had told you. Note to self- make everyone who ever doubted Peter or made him feel bad about himself regret it. The bell ringing snapped you out of your daze, and MJ patted your arm.
âCome on, letâs go see lover boy.â
-Peter Parker-
âYouâre strangely quiet today, kid. Itâs kind of creepy, I donât think thereâs been a single day since Iâve met you that youâve been quiet.â Mr. Stark said and Peter kept his eyes glued on his chemistry homework. Homework always came before lab time, Tony was serious about Peterâs schoolwork. And Peter would never admit it, but it made him really happy how much his mentor cared about him- not just Spider-Man.
âYouâre always telling me how important homework and school is, but now Iâm too quiet because Iâm doing homework? Sounds a bit hypocritical, Mr. Stark.â Tony smiled at Peterâs comeback; that was the kid he knew. Now he just had to push delicately where Peter wouldnât notice he was pushing.
âTeenagers, FRIDAY. Theyâre such brats nowadays.â Tony tossed his screwdriver to the side and he walked over to Peter, peering over his shoulder to see what he was working on. âCovalent bonds? You can do this in your sleep, Pete. Something else is racing through that big brain of yours.â
âCovalent bonds can be very complicated.â Peter said. Very subtle, Mr. Stark. âJust so youâll stop bugging me, itâs Y/N. You know weâve been dating for a few months.â
âBut you wonât even let me do a background check on them.â
âI think Iâm ready to tell them I love them.â Peter admitted. âAnd I donât know how to do it. Itâs my first time telling them, or anyone, that. And itâs too big of a moment to just casually drop in conversation.â Peter let his head drop to the counter with a thud and Tony ignored the curse that he muttered under his breath.
âShit.â Tony said after a moment.
âReally helpful.â Tony ruffled Peterâs hair as he took a seat beside him.
âYou know Y/N better than anyone, kid. It doesnât have to be some grand extravaganza. The first time I told Pepper I loved her wasnât intentional, but I meant it.â Tony said and Peter raised his head, his interest now piqued.
âHow did you tell her?â
âPepper and I had to work all night one day back when we were in Malibu, we had a little security breach, so I made breakfast the next morning to thank her for staying when she didnât have to. I made us omelettes, made a pot of coffee, and it was a really domestic moment. We ate in silence, exhausted from working all night. I cleaned up and before Pepper left to get ready for work, I kissed her goodbye and said I love you. I donât think either of us processed it until we were at work, then we discussed it. A couple of weeks later, she told me she loved me over dinner.â Tony smiled, and Peter noticed a special type of fondness in his eyes, a look he recognized as one reserved for Pepper.
âI like that.â Peter hummed, the wheels in his head churning. âDinner sounds good.â Tony clapped Peterâs shoulder.
âSpeaking of dinner, are you staying for dinner tonight? Samâs cooking tonight, and heâs honestly the best cook here. And Wandaâs been in a baking mood lately, so thereâs cupcakes as well. Iâm sure if you ask her, sheâll give you an extra one for Y/N.â Tony winked and Peter groaned.
âIâm going back to my homework. Then we need to work on my suit.â A brief pause. âSomeone may have⌠swiped at me on after school patrols. With a knife.â
â...Someone what?â
~Y/N Y/L/N~
âHow do we like this?â You stepped in front of your phone, propped against a stack of books on your desk. You were on a video call with MJ, and this was the third outfit you had tried on.
âKeep the pants, change the top. What about that dark green top from your first outfit?â MJ suggested and you gasped.
âYouâre a damn genius, I love you so much. Be right back.â You said as you walked out of the cameraâs viewpoint to change.
âWhere are you two going?â
âJust dinner at his apartment.â MJ opened her mouth to question you, but you beat her to it. âHim, May, and Tony fucking Stark. The man is a genius, and donât get me started on Pepper Potts. If I were into business at all, sheâd be who I aspired to be.â
âBefriend them enough so you can invite me over to meet Black Widow. She could use her Widow Bites on me, and Iâd thank her.â MJ fell back against her bed, and you laughed as you finished getting ready. A couple of minutes later, your phone vibrated and you read the text on your screen.
Peter <3: âhere when youâre ready x :)â
âWhile you daydream, Iâm gonna head out. Peterâs here.â You grabbed your jacket and your apartment keys, then grabbed your phone. âIâll text you when Iâm back.â
âYou better. Be safe.â MJâs voice went up into a teasing tone, and you raised your middle finger. âLove you, loser.â
âLove you, nerd. Bye!â You ended the video call before you switched to messages and opened your conversation with Peter.
You: âon my way down now. see you soon! <3â
-Peter Parker-
What happens then?
If when she holds me
My heart is set in motion
âPlease donât embarrass me, Mr. Stark.â Peter pleaded once he got your last text. âIâm already so nervous, I feel sick.â
âNot in the car, kid. Go outside if you need to-â
âMr. Stark!â Peter whined and Tony chuckled.
âI promise. No embarrassing you, for the car ride. Best I can do.â Peter opened his mouth to protest but Tony cut him off. âIs that them?â Peter looked out the window and saw you, and his heart skipped a beat. You looked amazing, and Peter suddenly became hyper-aware of his own outfit. God, he hoped he looked nice enough. With a gentle shove from Tony, Peter got out of the car and called out your name.
âWow, nice ride.â You said as you walked over, a bright smile on your lips. âA bit much considering I live within walking distance to your apartment.â
âYeah, thatâs⌠thatâs Mr. Stark for you.â Peter chuckled nervously, and you brought your hand to his chin and lifted it up. Peter swore his heart rate became erratic from the gesture and he was grateful you couldnât hear it.
âHey. Itâs just me. You donât have anything to be so nervous about.â As if you were sealing a promise, you pressed a kiss to Peterâs lips. âNow, we should probably get in the car.â
âYeah, yeah. Here, let me.â Peter was thankful his brain worked enough to open the door to the backseat for you, and you thanked him before you got in. Peter followed after you and he leaned back into the seat with a sigh. God, he was going to struggle to get through the night.
âSo, youâre the famous Y/N Iâve heard so much about.â Tony said as he drove, and Peter wished he could web Mr. Starkâs mouth shut.
âDepends on what he told you.â You teased and your knee nudged against Peterâs. Your way of telling him âitâs okay.â âThe good things were me, and the bad things were probably me as well.â
âI literally canât name a single âbad thingâ youâve done, except for not like Star Wars.â Peter said and the two of you began to bicker about the franchise, with Tony occasionally chipping in with his limited knowledge he only had because of Peter. Tony felt honored to be a part of this moment, and the smile on Peterâs face would be in his memory forever.
~Y/N Y/L/N~
âDinner was amazing, May. Thank you so much for having me over.â You started to clean up your plates, and May âtskedâ at you.
âOf course, Y/N. You know youâre always welcome here. And donât worry about the plates, Tony and I will take care of it.â Tony looked as if he was going to protest, but May silenced him with a look.
âGo on and skedaddle, the adults have this.â You stood up and Peter did the same. Peter glanced in the direction of his room and you nodded.
âWeâll be in my room if you need anything, May. Thank you.â
âTony or I will come get you when we need to take Y/N home.â May smiled and you both dismissed yourselves before you left for Peterâs room. Peter shut the door, ignoring Tonyâs protests, and you sat in a beanbag on the floor.
âUgh, whatever May ordered for dinner was fantastic. I feel stuffed.â You said and Peter took a seat in the beanbag beside yours. You smiled as you felt Peterâs hand hesitate to hold yours, so you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together. âIs everything okay, Peter? Youâve been off the last few days, did I do something to upset you?â
âNo, no, no, no, no. You did nothing wrong I promise.â Peter said and he squeezed your hand, but you couldnât tell if the gesture was supposed to comfort you or him. âI had a whole speech planned, but I would make an even bigger idiot of myself if I tried to say it right now, so Iâm just gonna tell you this. I love you, Y/N.â
I'm not prepared for that
I'm scared of breaking open
And in that moment, your heart stopped. You always imagined being told âI love youâ for the first time would give you butterflies, not what felt like a snake twisting your insides. You knew you would be filled with emotion, but not the complete panic you felt now.
When it came to fight or flight, you had a habit of flight- almost always. And this time, no matter how much you wanted to stay, you couldnât. Iâm so sorry, Peter.
âI have to go.â You stood up and you kept your eyes away from Peterâs face. You had to stay strong, and if you looked at him, your resolve would break and youâd stay. Or you would turn into a cornered animal and lash out until you were free, leaving Peter utterly heartbroken in your path of destruction. You had to get out of here.
âWhat? You canât, you canât just leave.â Your eyes began to water when Peterâs voice cracked, and you could practically see the tears in his beautiful brown eyes.
âI canât do this, Peter. I need to leave, I have to walk back to my apartment.â You cursed internally when your own voice shook. You canât do that, Y/N, youâre better than this. You can cry when youâre alone.
âPlease⌠Stay? With me. We, we can talk this through, or-or we can pretend this never happened, but please-â
âPeter!â You cut off his rambling. âIâm leaving, whether I have to go out your fire escape or through your front door. Thereâs no talking this through, and we sure as hell canât pretend this never happened. You told me you loved me, Peter.â
âBecause I do. And I thought you did, too.â
âWell I donât.â Liar. âI donât do love anymore, I canât. I, I just canât. And Iâm sorry for getting you involved in my mess. You deserve better, and now you can get it.â
âI had the best I could ever want.â A single tear slid down your cheek as you made sure you had all your things.
âGoodbye, Parker.â You walked out of Peterâs room, leaving the one person you could actually love behind in the destruction you caused. You quickly said goodbye to May and Tony, making up a lie about a family emergency, and you shut the door behind you. You ran down the hallway, down the steps of the building, and the cool night air felt like a slap to the face in comparison to the coziness of Mayâs apartment that you could never feel again. God, you were going to miss her.
You ignored the non-stop vibrating of your phone, knowing it was MJ, Ned, or Peter. You began the walk back to your apartment, and you whipped around when you heard a familiar voice.
âYou look like you could use a ride.â Tony Stark had followed you, and he was parked beside you with his window rolled down.
âIâm fine.â You protested and then it thundered loudly.
âSounds like itâs going to rain soon.â Tony said casually, as if he didnât care whether you got soaked from the rain or not. But if he didnât care, he wouldnât still be here.
âIf this is your ruse to abduct me, itâs not very creative for a genius.â You said but turned to walk towards the passenger seat of Tonyâs car, and you got in. Perfect timing as the sound of raindrops hit the windshield. One or two taps every few seconds at first, then a steady hum. If you were at home, it would be peaceful. But you were too on edge to enjoy it.
âTrust me, kid. I have former spies on speed dial. If I wanted to abduct you, youâd never even know.â The words from anyone else would be creepy, but Tony had an advantage with his charisma and charm.
âOnly if you call the Black Widow. My friend really wants to meet her.â You found yourself joking, regardless of the ache in your heart. You leaned back against the seat in an attempt to relax before you spoke again. âAlright, level with me, Stark. Why are you here with me instead of Peter?â
âHe wanted his aunt instead of me. Which is fair, Iâm not exactly the comforting type.â Tony said and you tilted your head, not believing his last sentence. The way Peter spoke about him, it was like he was completely and utterly perfect.
âThat doesnât explain why you picked me up instead of going back home.â
âTouchĂŠ.â Tony ran his hand through his hair. âI guess I was just curious about what went down, from your perspective.â
âWhatâs there to say? Peter told me he loved me, and I freaked out.â You found yourself spilling your guts to the man, something about the energy that surrounded him made him feel safe.
âI figured that. Peter asked me for advice about dropping those three words, and when you bolted, I figured he had told you. But something tells me thereâs something deeper than that.â
âWow, you really are a genius.â Sarcasm dripped from your tongue. âObviously itâs something deeper, the average person doesnât exactly run whenever they hear their partner say âI love you,â do they?â
âBecause youâre talking to an expert on average people here, right?â Tony matched your sarcasm, and you respected him for it.
âThatâs fair.â You jumped when it thundered especially loud, and Tony looked at you.
âWe should probably get you home, yeah?â You nodded. Tony put his car into drive and pulled into the road, and he began to drive you home. âI would say I donât normally do stuff like this, but youâre the first of Peterâs friends Iâve actually met.â
âNed hasnât met you yet?â
âPeter and Ned have been trying to convince his mother to let him come to the compound for weeks now, but she hasnât budged yet.â Tony said and you chuckled. Mrs. Leeds was an amazing woman, but god, she was a stubborn woman as well.
âYou should pick them up from school one day. Ned may pass out, but heâll be fine after that.â Tony laughed and you couldnât help but laugh as well. âBut you didnât have to give me a ride, so thank you.â
âYouâre welcome. And I know my opinion doesnât matter, itâs your life and all, but I think if you can get past whatever happened in your past, you and Peter seemed to be a good couple. And I definitely never do this,â Tony said. âBut you remind me a lot ofâŚâ Myself, Tony almost said. âSomeone I used to know.â He said instead. âSo if you need someone to talk to, about Peter or not, Iâm a call away. Pull your phone out.â Tony said as he parked in front of your apartment complex.
âYouâre justâŚâ You were speechless.
âTrying to give you my number, yeah. You can talk to me, or I can get someone unbiased to talk to you. Sam has a love-hate relationship with the kid, but heâs surprisingly really good at listening and giving advice. Not really surprising given his background, but.â Tony had a habit of rambling like Peter did, and the resemblance made your heart feel heavy. Tony gave you his number, and you exchanged goodbyes before you got out of his car and ran into your apartment.
When you entered your apartment, you were greeted by silence, which you were grateful for today. You walked into your room, plugged your phone into the charger, and laid back in bed, your eyes burning from the unshed tears you didnât dare to spill. If you started to cry now, you wouldnât be able to stop, or youâd do something stupid. Youâd answer the texts that Peter, MJ, and Ned left you. Youâd listen to the voicemails from him and May, and it would worsen the pain you were in right now.
âIâm sorry, Peter.â You thought as you closed your eyes. âI truly am.â
The one where Steve fucks you in a barâs bathroom.
Warnings: smut, p in v, spitting kink, mirror sex, curse words, very little dirty talk.
A/N: This is just a short drabble to fulfill the prompts for THE LAST DAY of kinktober: spitting kink + mirror sex. Yes, Iâm saying the last day because I decided to exchange the prompts for today for those I originally scheduled for tomorrow, because I have a very special surprise planned for yall! Letâs just say... my last fic of kinktober will actually be multi-chapter fic! Itâs already completed and it uses the prompts and characters that I planned for day 30 (and a hell of a lot of other kinks) so I figured, what better way to end this month? Thank you guys for sticking with me despite the many lows of october, youâre the best!
It was rough and fast and I had no idea Steve could fuck like this. Wildly and animalistic, like he was releasing all of his lifeâs frustrations in my body, each thrust feeling like a hateful gesture meant to bring me pain. But I reveled in it, relishing every forceful pump against my cervix, tears of pure and unadulterated joy escaping my eyes from this turn of events.
When I joked about Steve being incapable of knowing how to get me off, I never expected to end up like this. Straining to take all of his cock in the bathroom of the bar, one of his hands on my hair while the other pawed at my breast. Mine were trying to keep myself up by holding the counter in front of me, my eyes hypnotized by the image staring back at me in the mirror.Â
Iâd never seen myself like this. Looking so fucked out and happy at the same time, spit dripping from the corner of my mouth and lust clearly visible in my half-lidded eyes. Even worse was the image of the man behind me, a God that looked like he didnât know mercy in the low light of the bathroom, his grip in me overwhelmingly tight, like he feared Iâd run away at any second.
It was very clear that I couldnât even if I wanted to.
Suddenly, his eyes left my ass to meet mine in the mirror, and he opened the most predatory grin Iâd ever seen. âYou like seeing me fuck you like the little slut you are, sweetheart?â The paradox of the names made my head swirl, but my lack of response wasnât enjoyed by him. âAnswer me.â
The loud slap he gave the right cheek of my ass echoed around the room, followed swiftly by my own moan at the sting that it left behind. âFuck! Yes, Steve, I like it. Fuck, I love it so much.â
An abrupt pull on my hair had my back glued to his chest, his hot breath on my cheek. âWhat did you just call me?â Oh, shit.
âCaptain! Sorry, Captain. Please, Iâm sorryâŚâ Steve kept pounding me as his eyes ran over my body through the mirror, taking notice of just how ruined I truly was.
âOh sweetheart⌠I canât wait to own you from the inside. For now, open your mouthâŚâ All it took was his spit on my tongue to have me cum around him, but that was only the start of the night...
Request Description: Tom hiddleston x teen!reader,where the reader lives up to her expeditions,nobody knows about her parents,But one day they got a phone call by their parents and the parents were saying hurtful things like for example "you ain't doing it good enough".The reader just explode. And told them you don't own me or tell me what to do,tom was listening and he saw the reader cried,he ask what's wrong and reader told him,tom comfort them. Hope is okayâ¤â¤â¤â¤â¤
Warnings: Rude uncaring and irresponsible parents, depression, not feeling good enough
(A/N): this is my first request!!!! i wasnt sure whether to respond to the ask as an actual âresponseâ but i landed on copying and pasting the request into here. if you all think i should do it differently in the future then please let me know :)) also its occurring to me that a lot of you guys have shitty parents, hang in there!!
âLose weight, Y/n. Raise your grades, Y/n. Do it better. Do it less. Do it more. You can do better than that. Youâre lazy. Youâre my daughter, you should be better than this. Youâre not good enough.â
That was the way it seemed. No matter what you did, to your parents you were never good enough. No mater how hard you worked to raise your grades, to stay fit, to be a famous role model. No matter how little you slept. No matter how much you hated yourself. You would never be enough.Â
You always felt on the verge of cracking. Youâd kept it up for so many years, always obeying and working yourself to the bone. You gave up your childhood so you could make your parents proud, but they never were. There was never an ounce of admiration in their voices.Â
But now you felt it. All day long, the glass that held in all of your feelings and exhaustion was cracking. You were walking around shaking, raising eyebrows among your cast mates. You felt like you couldnât breathe, and you knew that the solution would be to go to your trailer and sleep it off, wake up and forget about it, but you couldnât when you had so many responsibilities to keep up with. The movie, school, online presentation, your body. It was all so much.
âY/n?â Tomâs voice broke you out of your trance. Your body was tensed, and you awkwardly unclenched your hands and your jaw, focusing back on reality, and on Tom. He was watching you with those big, concerned eyes, a frown on his lips. âUh, your phone is ringing.â
It was. âOh, hahahaha,â you giggled brightly, âIâm so sorry! I didnât even notice. Gosh, I really need to catch up on some sleep!â You grabbed the phone from your pocket. Your heart sunk when you saw the name displayed on your screen.Â
Mom.
âOh, I feel you,â Hemsworth joked, pointing to his dark under eye bags. The others giggled and continued into a conversation about their own sleep deprived souls. Tom smiled at you softly, when you got up to take the call and you smiled back.Â
You quickly jogged into an unoccupied hallway out of ears shot of the other cast members you had been eating lunch with. Shakily, you picked up your phone and pressed it to your ear. You closed your eyes and braced yourself, hoping that your own expectations would be enough to keep the glass from cracking.Â
âHi, mom! Whatâs up-âÂ
âY/n L/n. I honestly canât believe you. I canât believe that you continue to disappoint us.â Tears already pricked your eyes. Your moms voice was hoarse and disgusted.Â
âI-I donât know what youâre talking about, Mom,â your breath shook, heart caught in your throat.Â
âYour grades are slipping again. I thought we went over this?â
âIâm- Iâm sorry, mom!â
âAre you lazy, Y/n? Tell me, are you lazy?âÂ
âNo, Iâm trying my hardest!âÂ
âYour grades are slipping, youâre gaining weight, I bet your acting is nothing but mediocre. Worse, probably. Have you been reading? Have you been practicing your singing?âÂ
âI have! I have, mom!â Tears were now flowing freely from your face. You sniffled, hoping your mom wouldnât call you disgusting for it. Your moms voice was so loud, you had to pull the phone away from your ear, her voice booming so loud that you could hear it down the hallway.Â
âYouâre lazy and untalented! Youâre not good enough! You need to do better!âÂ
Crack.Â
Something inside you flipped. From sorrow and desperate desire to please your parents, your emotions were painted red and fiery. You were filled a fury double the size of your body. You needed to get it out of you, desperately.Â
âIâm not! Iâm not lazy! Iâm not untalented! I can barely rest. All I do is work, work, work to please you, and I get nothing from it. Nothing! All you do is drag me down and scream at me. You donât own me, okay? Do you hear me? Call me if you decide to be a better mother!âÂ
You hung up the phone and threw it away from you, the device burning guiltily into your hand. You were sobbing, and you stepped back until your back hit the wall, and then slid down miserably, until you sat on the floor.Â
Meanwhile, Tom was standing at the end of the hallway in shock. He had originally gone because he had a meeting with someone, and had simply entered the hallway in an attempt to get to the meeting. Then heâd heard your crying, shaking voice, pleading to your mother.Â
His heart had simply broken. And then you snapped. You snapped in a way that adults snapped when they had been pushed to their limit. The way people snap when they have nothing to lose. When they have nothing but negativity left, and Tom had finally understood what you had been going through.Â
You, the nicest, sweetest, cutest little actor heâd ever had the pleasure of working with. Now you were crying on the floor, soaking your shirt sleeves. The way you hugged yourself hurt Tom very deeply.Â
âY/n..â his voice came from the end of the hallway. You snapped your head up, cheeks burning red and eyes puffy. You sniffled and wiped your tears in embarrassment. âHey, no, itâs okay. Whatâs wrong?â He motioned for you to stay on the floor.Â
âMy parents are dicks.â your voice was groggy and ruined from screaming. Tom slid down the wall beside you and looked at you. You just put your head back in your sleeves, too self-conscious to let him see you like that.
Tom said nothing, but you felt his hand on your shoulder pushing you, and then his arm under your legs, and then he lifted you into him in a hug. There you cried harder. Because that was what your parents were supposed to do. Comfort you and be there for you. But here you were with some actor youâd only met six months ago.Â
Tom understood though, heâd heard it all, and he knew not to try and convince you to make it right with your parents. He just held you there, letting you cry and shake in his embrace, hoping that your parents hadnât ruined you. Hoping that your life wouldnât be defined by their selfishness.Â
âItâs okay,â he whispered, stroking your back, âyouâre good enough. Youâre doing so good. Youâre talented and beautiful. Youâre sweet and youâre smart.âÂ
Tom told you things no one had ever told you. And you sat there for however long, and Tom missed his meeting, and you missed lunch. But it was okay, because all that mattered in that moment was that you would be okay.Â
At some point he pulled your face from his chest, so that he could look into your eyes.Â
âI mean it,â he said, âI mean every word.âÂ
Looking into his eyes, you couldnât keep yourself from smiling, and you giggled softly, hugging him again. Tom grinned too, just at the little smile and the giggle that had escaped your lips. In that moment you both knew.Â
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Summary: This is an AU Loki and the story goes through a Ragnarok style eventâ now that Disney + is launching itâs own AU timelines, shouldnât we all have fun? Itâs the story of Loki and Sigyn in this pocket universe. I include Angrboda, the Vanir and their all-seeing-eyes, a completely different Hela who has a different father and much more!
Warnings: Bullying, minor violence, implied sexy sexyâŚ.I think thatâs it? Let me know? Sorry also sexual assault, also I feel Tom Hiddlestonâs voice should come with a warning so...
A/N: This exists as a complete one shot on ff.net but is heinously long and I get the impression Tumblr does better with accumulating readers if we break these things into segments. Also not beta-read and I havenât really edited it in a couple years so apologies. There is somewhat of an over-arching Avengers-style plot but we mostly skip around with Sigyn and Loki.
The message from Frigga had been urgent, and he dropped what he was doing to attend to her in the throne room. A thousand unpleasant thoughts wove their way into his head, but none prepared him for what he found.
When Loki entered the throne room he was instantly aware that something had gone horribly wrong. Sigyn was on her knees in torn clothing, prostrating before his father with her own hovering menacingly over her. There was the distinct smell of rage in the room.
âWho gave you that jewel?â Odin quietly demanded, he did not wish to yell but the room echoed as though someone had been. Loki assumed Iwaldi had been, and he didnât need two guesses to gather what was happening.
âI did.â Loki claimed, he began to walk straight toward Sigyn and her face lit up, âLoki.â
Odinâs silence soured instantly and he slammed his staff on the ground, slamming his son with lightning to stop him in his path, âYou did this? You gave this girl the gem sheâs wearing?â
âI did.â He repeated firmly, staring from Sigynâs face to Friggaâs and trying to determine which was more pained that his claim had garnered lightning instead of love from Odin.
âThen there are two disobedient and dishonorable children here.â
Frigga looked pained, her two special children, her two favorites, were beyond her help at this moment. Damaging the ego of powerful men was not easily undone. She hoped for an opening, for a small chance, where she could affect some change on what was undoubtedly going to be severe punishments but she did not know if she would get it.
Loki knew better than to speak to Odin when the fumes were so built up in him and so he bowed his head, waiting for a better moment. Sigyn, however, had not Lokiâs experience with Odinâs tempers, and brought up her chin to meet Odinâs eye, âDisobedient, I will readily grant to my lords. I have disobeyed my father and you, in disobeying him, but I am not dishonorable.â
âYou think your lack of fidelity is honorable?â
âI do not think I lack fidelity.â Her eyes gleamed, âMy father promised my faith to Theoric, I never did. I was handed to a strange man that I did not know and told to be faithful, but the Vanir see further than dwarves and I might have told you if you asked that my heart never knew loyalty to Theoric. When my heart found its keeper, its loyalty has been absolute. So I say to you, regardless of how you will punish me, that I am faithful. Disobedient, but faithful.â
Odinâs face purpled and inside of the throne room was filling with the electric snapping of lightning before it struck. Frigga reached out her hand for his but he held his up to block her, âSuch a compliment to women, who are so often accused of having such weak and inconstant hearts, to see such fierce loyalty.â
The purple faded to blue, âDisobedience is unacceptable, and what loyalty has been proven? A bauble on her neck? How does this prove anything to us? She has broken her fatherâs sworn promise, lied to him, accepted gifts without his permissionâŚâ
âBlame me, father.â Loki took a knee, eliciting surprised noises from the few onlookers, âI gave her gifts, wooed her, convinced her to break her wordâŚ.punish me.â
Odin eyed Loki, âOh you will be punished for your part, but I think you claim more responsibility than you are owed.â
âIf he seduced my daughter and broke my chosen betrothal for her, he owes me his head.â Iwaldi growled, his grip on Sigynâs shoulder tightening until she flinched visibly and bit back at her father, âI am not some pawn of menâI broke my betrothal.â
Iwaldi tightened his grip and a red blossomed under his nails and Odin saw how Sigyn bit her lip to keep from crying out. Lokiâs eyes were trained on the blood, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.
Frigga now clapped her hand over Odinâs arm and darkly laughed, âA head! Is that the price now for a bride? And the youngest daughter? A marriage not even advantageousâshe was engaged to a soldier, not a king. She was marrying beneath her rankânow she would marry above. A head! For a Dwarf-lord, Iwaldi seems not to see that he has been offered a diamond instead of a pebble.âÂ
Odin petted Friggaâs hand and looked at Iwaldi, âMind how you speak of my son, sir. Whatever he has done, he is a crowned prince of this realm and my son. There will be no talk of heads, and,â he eyed Frigga darkly, âthere will also be no talk of any new betrothal until these two have been punished for this indiscretion.â
âThis is my daughter All Father and her disobedience is unacceptable.â Iwaldi threw Sigyn onto the floor, and stepped on her back to keep her on the ground. Loki was twitching on his knees and could not help himself, âLet her up!â
âShe is mine, if I wish to throw her down or build her up that is my right.â Iwaldi thrust Sigyn against the floor again as if to demonstrate his power, feeling powerless because his wayward daughter had managed to make a fool out of him and he could do nothing to persuade her that it was wrong, he could get no apologies from her or coax remorse into her words.Â
âEnough!â Odin struck his spear against the floor and silence fell, âIwaldi, your anger is just and there will be a fitting punishment, for both guilty parties. Let her up so she can look into my eye while she is sentenced.â
Sentenced. The word hit Loki in the gut, âFather, pleaseââ
Gungnirâs weight hitting the ground cut the words from Lokiâs mouth.Â
Sigyn was allowed up and she rose her head to stare at Odinâs feet, not daring to meet his glaring eye, as he turned to Iwaldi one last time, âI tell you plainly, Iwaldi, that if you care for what her punishment will be, say so clearly now or it will be left in my hands aloneâthis is your child, have some caution with what happens next.â
Iwaldi softened for a moment and ran his fingers through his daughterâs hairâshe flinched at the gesture, not sure if a blow would follow, âWill you reject this seducer?âÂ
âThere is no seducer here--- if you ask, instead, if I would reject Loki, I tell you plainly that I will not, regardless of what that loyalty brings me.â
âTears.â Iwaldi sneered and turned his head away, dropping his hand away from her, âIt will bring you nothing but tearsâI want nothing from this girl, All Father, sentence her at your will.â
In from the doors burst a flurry of excitement that made the whole court turn, it was Freyja and her four other daughters, running at a furious pace, Freyja screaming, âAll Father! All Father let me speak! Please!â
Iwaldi roared, âI forbade you come!â
Freyja glared at him, fuming, âAnd who are you to forbid a mother to her child? I consent not to be dictated by men what I shall do with my children.â
Her sisters swarmed Sigyn, putting their bodies between her and Iwaldi.Â
They might not have bothered, for like Iwaldi every offer they made to Sigyn she rejected, refused their help, for it came at a price she would not pay: she would not give up Loki for a single one of them.
âWhat say you, All Father?â
Odin stood from his throne and held his head high, âI say that for her betrayal of her father, Sigyn Iwaldidottir shall lose her family nameâshe is now just Sigyn, no manâs daughter, and being no manâs daughter, she is no womanâsâshe cannot take her motherâs name, nor share in her motherâs titles. No titles will be herâs, she shall be stripped of the society that she has dishonored. Let nothing be given to her but she earns it firstâlet her know sacrifice, let her know the pain of loss and let her think more carefully on her decisions, when her decisions must put food in her stomach and shelter over her head. She is no longer noble, so she must learn to work to earn her place. That is the sentence I proclaim--- no more, no less.â
Freyjaâs head hung low, her daughtersâall but Sigynâcrying around her. Freyja looked over at Frigga, heatedly, angrily, as though her friend should have done more to help her, and then gathered up her storm of blond girls and left the room. None of them looked at Sigyn as they left, her stubbornness had beaten down their prostrations and so they had sacrificed their pride in vain. For such vain creatures, that was no small sacrifice and they would remember Sigyn with a blend of anger and intense grief--- they would, none of them, see her again.Â
Iwaldi waited for them to go and he bowed to the All Father, then left without acknowledging the girl who had been his daughter. Alone now, in her ripped clothes, Sigyn let her face sink into her hands. The shock was still apparent, she did not know whether to cry or howlâŚand before she could think much on it, Loki took her hands in his and barked at his father, âNo matter that you bring her lowâI do not love her for her titles. I will raise her up againâshe shall be a princess before this day is done.â
Odin sneered at him, âDo you think that?â
Loki kissed Sigynâs hands and then reached over to touch her bleeding skin, healing it with a whispered word and looking into her eyes, âDo not worry, they mean nothing. You are the prize.â
The clash of the spear made Sigyn wince and Odin pointed it at Loki, âI proclaim that no son of mine will marry so beneath himselfâOdinâs sons will not belittle themselves to mix with women of lesser station, and so relinquish all thoughts that you would make her your bride.â
âFatherââ Loki tried to argue but the lightning cackled and silenced him, Odin hissing, âI forbid itâthere will be no debate from you and your silver tongue. I am not yet done teaching you obedience, as you are nowhere near done learning it--- you will be exiled from Asgard until you have traveled to each realm where fair travel might be had. You must spend at least one month among its people, and you must learn something of great value to them while you are there--- only after those conditions are met can you leave, and Heimdall will be watching to see how you progress. You may not come back here until you have done with this quest, or I will strip you of your magic for a thousand years.â
Loki paled, his punishment becoming a real thing in front of him and he looked frantically over at his mother, âWhat says the queen?â
Odin gave Frigga a furious look that threatened oceans of lightning if she contradicted Lokiâs sentence. Instead she looked over at Sigyn, who had begun crying when Odin said the word âexiledâ, and whispered a command to a servant. The All Mother stood next to her husband and nodded at Loki slowly, to show him that she was helping if he would let her, âThe All Father is just and wise.â
Odin bowed his head toward her in deference and she continued, âSigyn, child, stand and face me.â
Sigyn did as she was bid, but despite her great love and closeness with Frigga she dared not raise her eyes above the level of the floor. She tried to stem her crying with as much dignity as she could muster, âYes, All Mother?â
Frigga squeezed a hairpin so hard that it sliced her palm open and she exposed the bleeding hand to Sigyn, calmly asking, âCan you heal me?â
Sigyn ran immediately to Frigga, knelt before her as a servantâtearing Friggaâs heart from her chestâand Sigyn ran her fingers over the wound and instantly sealed it, âOf course, All Mother. Anything my lady requests.â
Frigga waved to a door to her side and in hobbled injured soldiers: one had a heavily bandaged head that was seeping, one was burned on one half of their body, one had a weeping poisonous bite on his leg and one was missing an arm.Â
âCan you help them, Sigyn?â
Sigyn nodded obediently, not thinking that this might be Friggaâs way of helping her, âOf course, All Mother.â
Sigyn lifted her hands and a soft green light began to emanate from them. Loki watched, as he had watched her when they sparred and practiced with one another, as the light wrapped around the first soldierâs head. It folded against his head and he wanted to pull away but Sigynâs magic wouldnât let him simply twitch away from it. Loki had always been struck by how sure she was, nothing about the magic was tentative or unsure, she was perfection. The light glowed around the soldierâs head, beamed brightly for a moment, and then disappearedâand with it, his bleeding wound. He unwrapped the bandages from his head and touched what had been a giant gash, bleeding profusely, âAmazing.â
The audience in the hall quieted instantlyâŚand Loki knew precisely what his mother was doing. Loki would be brought back to court once he was shamed sufficiently by Odin, the trick was finding a way to keep Sigyn in court that even the great Odin could not naysay.Â
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When he entered the throne room after his long exile, she was literally vibrating with joy. Frigga had to reach over and put a calming hand on her arm, âCalm yourself, dear, or you will faint.â
Sigyn nodded absently but her eyes never left Loki, and from the moment he walked in he sought hers. He looked her over from a distance and he cocked his head, asking the silent question of whether or not she was well. She just smiled at him and nodded slightly, then nodded her head toward him to ask the same question. All he did was wink at her and turn his attention to his father.
The procession, the demands of pomp and circumstance, the feasting of a prince arriving home againâŚ.it was endlessly formal and exhausting. Sigyn felt the sting of her new station this dayâalways an armâs length from Loki, never able to cross the line. His eyes kept flitting over to her, checking on her, seeing where she was and how she was treated. He was restraining himself, she knew, because as Friggaâs preeminent assistant and lady-in-waiting Sigyn was permitted to sit at the table with the rest of them, but she was not permitted to speak unless spoken to. Loki would have spoken to her all night, but Odin had his good eye trained on them both and he missed nothing. If he was testing them, they were passingâthe time he had forced them to be apart had not done a thing to quell their passion, in fact it seemed to intensify it.
After dinner, Odin tapped his scepter against the ground and politely dismissed all servants, with a particular eye on Sigyn, so that his family might have proper time alone with their son and brother to welcome him home. Sigyn rose from her seat without fuss and bowed down to Odin, as all the other servants did, and left the room without a backward glance. Loki watched her leave and she touched her necklace intentionally, drawing circles around its bull-horn frameâhe hoped she was reading his mind. He would have to wait and see.Â
*
Loki looked over at his mother and rolled his eyes as if to say Heâs doing this intentionally.
Frigga smiled at him and leaned over, stealing a moment while Thor and Odin laughed raucously at some bawdy joke, âPatience, dearâshe isnât going anywhere.â
When he looked over at his mother, Loki seemed unsure of himself, like a child for a moment, âAre you sure?â
âArenât you?â Frigga winked and a smile spread over Lokiâs face again, âYouâre right, mother.â
âAbout what?â Thor interrupted.
âI guessed that Loki was tired from his journeyâwe have been keeping him up selfishly but the poor dear is half asleep on his feet.â Frigga tutted and fussed, motherly, making Odin smile as if his boys were small again.
Odin, seeming genuinely happy, clapped Loki lovingly on the shoulder and said, âYou have done so well, my son. Sleep well and deeply.â
Loki made a good show of being tired and slinking off to his room, but as soon as the door was shut behind him he shrugged off the charade.Â
âI thought they might keep you all night.âÂ
The voice came from behind him, and without turning he smiled from ear to ear, knowing she had read his mind, knowing that his long exile was about to become worthwhile. He turned slowly, savoring it, and joked, âThey might have, but I am much tired from my long journey.â
âAre you?â She purred, taking a step toward him, smiling, almost vibrating.
Loki strode toward her, eliminating the distance in a heartbeat, and letting his lips tease hers as he said, âVery much soâŚYouâll have to put me to bed immediately.â
Sigyn laughed lightly as he pulled her into a long kiss, tempered jointly with gentleness and lust. His head was an explosion--- during the last year he had vacillated between romantic longings of her eyes and her voice and desperate memories of her body clinging to his and he wasnât sure which instinct to follow.
âI love you,â She whispered into his ear, stroking his hair, âIâve missed you.â
âAnd I you, my loveâŚ.and I you.â Loki picked her up and she wound herself against him, like a snake, like a second skin, and they collapsed onto his bed. The curtains fell around them and closed them away from the world. It was hours before they spoke againâwords werenât needed. It was how they looked, how they touched, that communicated the endless depths that nobody believed belonged to them. The way she ran her fingers over small, newly acquired scars; the way he looked her over for any evidence she had run into trouble of her ownâthe way they just drank in the sight of one another.Â
Finally they lay tangled in one another, finding their breath, and laughing at the fact that their long exile was over.
*
Her hair was longer, he belatedly noticed. He knew his was too. He tugged playfully at the longer ends and looked her over carefully--- there were no other signs of change. Still, most changes take place and leave no sign of themselves behind, he knew that she had to have had experiences while he was awayâhe just hoped they were pleasant.
âSo, what have you learned?â She ran her fingers lightly over his chest, teasing them down his stomach and then back up to his neck.
âA good many things, many of them boring, some very useful.â He leaned his head back against the pillows, wrapped an arm around her to pull her closer, âAnd what have you learned?â
âA good many things, many of them insightful, some of them tedious.â Sigyn grinned mischievously, âIt is rather a different education when youâre a servant in a house and not a lady.â
âI canât imagine it is to your liking.â He scowled momentarily but she brushed her fingers over his lips and the scowl disappeared.
âActually, your mother has been wonderful to me and has made it lovely. There were times I forgot that I was no longer her pupil.â Sigynâs eyes suddenly looked far away and Loki knew that there had been times when her position had probably been brought to stark reality. He knew how cruel some of the people of this court could be, and he knew he had left Sigyn exposed, a raw nerve without its casing.Â
âNo other interesting developments?â He gently pried, curling one long strand of her hair absently around his finger.Â
âI met new peopleâŚâÂ
âAnyone I know?â He kissed her collarbone.
Sigyn giggled as his lips tickled her and then she cupped his cheek and made him look at her, she was admiring him for a momentâher glorious man, hers, and then said, âThe Enchantress.â
Lokiâs face tensed and darkened, âShe decided to visit here did she?â
âShe didâŚyou donât have to look so worried. I had four sisters growing up; one scorned lover isnât enough to hurt me.â
Still, Sigynâs words hid a small shadowâAmara hadnât made it easy on her. She knew that Loki sensed that but she didnât wish to rile his rageâhis rage could be a dangerous thing.Â
He was still recently returned and he had not yet had the opportunity to see many of his friends. He had been sent away so quickly that many of them had not had the opportunity to speak with him personally about the affair with Sigyn, and he had not wanted to ask her what they had said to her while he was gone. All she had offered was that Thor had defended her, as Frigga had, they had both embraced Sigyn though she was nothing more than a servant now. There were those like Amara who had not cared that Sigyn had powerful defenders, and he knew that Sigyn wasnât telling him the whole story. Loki did not press herâthey would have endless years to share all stories and he wanted to have some time to just appreciate being home.Â
Still, today he would see Sif, Volstagg, Fandral and Hogun as Thor had commanded him on a hunt. He had wished to refuse but Sigyn shook her head when he suggested that and told him to go spend time with his brother, âIâve not been the only one who missed you.â
When he walked down alone Thor cocked his head to the side, âWhere is she?â
Loki looked at him, puzzled, and Thor continued, âSigyn, I might have thought you would bring her.â
Loki cocked an eyebrow, âIsnât that strictly against fatherâs policy?â
âFather isnât coming.â Thor smiled and nodded at Loki, âWe will wait if you wish to gather herâmother, certainly, can spare her for a day.â
Loki looked at his brother, puzzled, and Thor smiled, âDid I not promise you I would look after her as my own dear sister while you were gone? I have kept my promise. I will protect you both from our fatherâs eyes if I can and offer you what time and privacy I may. I promiseâthere is no ill intent in the offer.â
So seldom did good favor pass between the brothers that Loki did not know if accepting it was necessarily a good ideaâbut he trusted it. He could not explain why but some part of him felt that Thor would leave teasing Loki to Loki alone, that Sigyn was something different entirely.Â
He was walking with his brother, listening to Thorâs revels and conquests, considering how he might use them to embarrass Thor at the next formal function when there was a sizzling and cracking in the air, like magic.Â
A figure appeared in front of them, cowering, crying, popping into existence from the clear night sky.Â
âSigyn!â Loki yelledâhis heart instantly in his throat, he ran over to her and as soon as someone touched her she shrieked, but then looked up and saw who it was. Her face was frightened, slightly bruised by her chin, and she threw her arms around his neck and let herself sob.Â
Thor was beside his brother in a second and the distinct thumping sound of Mjolnir sinking into its masterâs grasp, âWhat has happened? Is she hurt?â
As much as Loki was loathe to admit it, Thor had been the valiant brother to Sigyn when Loki was absentâand he was protective of her for both Frigga and Lokiâs sakes. Loki put Sigyn at an armâs length for a moment to study her, as he did her arms flexed protectively around her chest and he saw that the top of her gown was torn as if someone had tried to rip it off of her. The bruises on her chin had siblings on her neck, as though she had been grabbed, and her heart was racing so hard he could hear it.Â
âAre you hurt?â Loki repeated the question, unable to see anything else but fearing something invisible.Â
Sigyn shook her head but her whole body was shaking and her knees were weakening. She was falling to the ground and so Loki guided her down and followed her, wrapping his arms around her again and staring up at Thor, âGet Eir.â
âNo.â Sigyn whispered, âDonât bother herâŚIâm fine, really. Just frightened.â
âI would say youâre closer to petrified, dear.â Loki stroked her hair as she cried into his shoulder, âWhat happened?â
Instead of talking Sigyn flicked her wrist and buried her head in Lokiâs neck so she did not have to see it againâin front of Thor and Loki played out a memory, a glamour storytellers often employed, absently Loki realized that he didnât know Sigyn could perform such a glamour.Â
The scene was simple enoughâSigyn was walking through the halls with a book in hand, and knocked gently on a door. When it opened it revealed a Bright Elf, not the ambassador but one of the kinsmen he had brought to keep himself entertainedâSigyn was welcomed into the room, but behind her, unbeknownst to her, the elf locked the door.Â
âMy lady sends her regards and hopes this is what you were looking for,â Sigyn raised the book for emphasis, âif it isnât, she offers to tour you through the library personally in the morning. She hopes that this is what you were asking for with such urgency.â
âThe All Mother sends precisely what I was hoping for.â The elf nodded but did not reach for the book, âYou do not remember me?â
Sigyn cocked her head to the side, âShould I?â
He waved his hand dismissively, âOf course, your motherâs trip to Alfheim was not so long ago.â
Sigyn blinked and shook her head, âI am sorry, my lord. I do not know you.â
The Bright Elf crossed close to her, âThat is of little consequence⌠I knew your mother quite well.â
It was something about how he said it, how his eyes raked over her, that made Sigyn uncomfortable. She placed the book on a table and said, firmly, âI do not have a mother anymore, sir. My place is as the All Motherâs loyal servant, I no longer have a family to call mine.â
She tried to walk back toward the door but the elf stepped in her path. She took a step to the right to try and walk around him but he blocked her there as well and she felt all the hairs on the back of her neck raise.
âYesâŚthe story reached us in Alfheim too. You were disowned for becoming the bedthing of the small prince, but given who your mother is that was no surprise to us who knew her well. A pity your father was so distraughtâhad he not already learned your nature from his time with Freyja?â
Sigyn took a step back from him, âThat is not exactly what happenedâŚâ
âOf course it is.â The elf shrugged, âOr something like it.â
âNothing like it.â Sigyn insisted and took another step backward, when the elf took a step forward she lunged forth, pushed him to the side and ran toward the door, which had been locked and sealed shut with magic she did not know.Â
The elf grabbed her hair and pulled her back enough that he could wrap his hand around her neck and shove her fiercely against the locked door.
âIs that meant to be a rejection?â His hand squeezed her throat before traveling up to her chin, âWhat appeal does that boy prince have to you? Or maybe he bores you? Your mother travels from bed to bed⌠how like your mother are you?âÂ
Sigyn tried to reply but his grip on her was too tight, he reached up his free hand toward her breasts and grabbed the edges of her dress, pulling at it. Just as it tore Sigyn exploded in light, disappearing from in front of him and landing on the path in front of Loki.
While Loki and Thor were watching what happened, Sigyn looked behind them and flicked her wrist. A doppleganger appeared and as the brothers grew more and more angry, Sigynâs copy went directly for Friggaâs room. If she could find the All Mother, there might be hope to stop Loki and Thor doing something regrettable to the elf, no matter how justified their actions might have been it would not be right to start a war.Â
Loki was fuming, seeing red, and she could hear the magic snapping around him but she held onto him so tightly that he couldnât race toward the guest quarters and maul the man who harmed Sigyn. She nestled close to his ear and whispered, âPleaseâŚI want to go inside, take me somewhere safe.â
It took him a moment, but he swallowed his rage.
Then, silently, he swept her into his arms and hurried toward his room, Thor shadowing them with his hammer, ready to jump in and protect his family. Lokiâs magic burst the doors to his room open and then as quickly slammed them shut, a fire jumped to life in the fireplace and the bed rolled its covers down. A basin filled with steaming water and he was able to lay Sigyn into his bed and immediately go to his wardrobe where he was able to pick from a small selection of womenâs clothes.Â
Thor was tempted to joke with Loki about the small treasure trove of womenâs clothes, but guessed, correctly, that Loki was in no mood--- these were things he kept here for Sigyn. Loki wrapped her in a warm robe before he touched her torn dress and it disappeared, never to be seen again. He started pressing the warm cloth to the back of her neck to soothe her and sat next to her on the bed, constantly looking her over, finally seeing her breathing even out and noticing that she had stopped trembling.
âDo you feel better? Safer?â He asked, studying her and studying her, unable to stop looking for answers to put himself at ease as much as her.
âYes, better.â She nodded, patting the space of bed next to her, âCan we go to sleep?â
âOh I wonât be sleeping,â Loki smoothed her brow with his thumb, âas long as that monster is in this Hall.â
âLoki, donât..â
âDonât try to stop me, Sigyn. Iâm quite resolved.â His face was stern, the rage that had simmered was rising again and Sigyn looked over at the doorway hoping that Frigga would arrive in time to stop the boys from doing something that would ignite a war. As luck would have it, Frigga pushed open the doors at just that moment. Her magic was also clicking and snapping in anger and her sons instantly gave way to her, allowing her to look over Sigyn without a further word.
âHow long have you been here?âÂ
âMere moments, mother.â Loki supplied, Thor was pacing angrily, âThe outrage! The disrespect! How dare any of our people be mishandled so!â
Loki locked eyes with his brother, held up a hand glowing with magic and gripping a dagger, and said, âIt would seem they are in need of a lesson in manners. Thor?â
âI would gladly be their teacher.â Thor began whirling the hammer in vast circles but Frigga snapped her fingers and both boys doubled over as if they had the air knocked from their lungs, âStop that, both of you!â
âMother?â Thor coughed.
âThe poor girl is frightened and you sit here and further scare her by talk of starting a war?â
âWho mentioned a war? Iâm only interested in one casualty.â Loki glowered.
âYou know precisely what will happen if you both barge in there and assault the man without a further word. Nothing good.â
Lokiâs eyes opened in shock, âYou arenât suggesting we overlook this mad behavior? Surely you canât expect us to do that.â
Friggaâs magic slapped his cheek as if he were a rude child and Lokiâs eyes looked downcast as she replied, âDare you suggest seeing her thus doesnât wound me? She sent a doppleganger to me, she showed me what she showed you---how do you think I am here so fast? How dare you think this doesnât cut me to my coreâbut we cannot simply barge into his rooms and drag him into the yard, beat him bloody, and expect that nothing further will come of it.â
âWe can try.â Thor tried but for it Frigga slapped him too.
âYou are not children anymore to have tempers that flare and tantrums because of themâyou will both calm yourselves and show some restraint that befits grown princes of this house.â
Loki stared at his mother defiantly but she held his gaze. As always the message behind it was Trust me. Against his better judgment he sank into a chair at the foot of the bedâŚbut not before flinging his dagger across the room where it landed precisely in the middle of Alfheim in the great painting of Yggrisil on his wall. Â
âShe stays with me, here, where I can know she is safe. That is my condition.â Loki met his motherâs eyes with a dark and dismal will, âMy only condition, the only reason I will concede.âÂ
Frigga bowed her head, âYour father will not like it.â
âMy only condition, mother.â
Frigga relented, âVery well.â
*
âIt has been brought to me that Sigyn is currently being lodged in your rooms.â Odin said, deciding not to mince words with Loki about this topic again, âI want you to send her back to hers.â
âNo.â Loki shook his head firmly, âShe stays where she is until the Bright Elves return home, and that is the best I can offer you. There will be no negotiating with me on this matter.â
Odin sighed, Frigga had already warned him against having this fight and he was beginning to wonder why he ignored her.
âLoki---â
âNo!â The prince snapped, âYou are lucky mother restrained us, or Thor and I would have charged their rooms already and demanded justice.â
âSo you would kill an ambassadorâs kin for revenge?â
âWho said kill? I prefer maim.â Loki sneered, âHe manhandled her like a common prostitute.â
âShe is returned to you, in one piece, her fears are calmed. You can return her to her lodgings and she will be safe there, with your mother.â
âNo, she was rooming with my mother when she was attacked. She stays with me until this is past us.â The princeâs eyes were lit with the fire that always worried Odin, the fire that looked like it could rend a world in two, âShe is safe with me, and that is what we both need to keep our heads.â
âYou are being dramatic and overbearingâshe will be safe in this palace, I promise you.â
Lokiâs voice grew quiet, the tone as dark as a black hole and it sucked all the worst emotions to the surface whenever he used it. Truth be told, his father preferred it when he yelled, this voice was so much sharper with its steely near whisper, âAnd what would you do if it were my mother who appeared in front of you out of the open sky, having been bruised and mishandled, crying and afraid, with her dress torn? If it were Mother who reached out her arms to you and told you she was frightened, told you men in this palace had tried to dishonor and harm herâŚ.what would you have done?â
They both knew the answer--- Loki and Thor both had Odinâs impertinence, but long years had dampened it down in him and Odin now felt he had control of it. Still, he knew he would not have surrendered until he had the heads of the men responsible.Â
âShe is not your wife, Loki.â
âBecause of your judgment, and for no other reason. If you lifted your sentence this moment, I would marry her in the hour. I donât know what other evidence to that fact you require---has the last century demonstrated nothing?âÂ
Odin slammed Gungir to the ground and cried, âYou stubborn boy! Why can you never do as youâre told!â
Loki bowed his head, genuinely admonished, and repeated, âRegardless of what you think of Sigyn and I, in this I hold firmâif you want her out of my rooms before the Bright Elves leave, you will need to send guards to remove her, and I will not submit to them willingly. Be warned.â
Loki left without permission and Odin sank tiredly onto his throne, Frigga appeared from behind it and when he sensed her Odin gave a dry laugh, âYou might have revealed yourself to him and tried to impart some sense.â
âI agree with him.â Frigga shrugged, âSigyn was so frightened, you didnât see her. And as frightened as she was, she still managed to send a message to me so that I could come and calm down Thor and Loki before they made war with Alfheim over the incident. You know my feelings for the girlâseeing her treated so made my blood boil. And if she feels safe with Loki, I say let her stay.â
âYou said let them marry.â
âI still say that.â She smirked at her husband and kissed his head, âWhat would you have done if it were me?â
Odin grumbled indiscernibly and kissed her hand, holding it in his lovingly, âIs it so wrong to want them to be better than me? To behave better? Act better?â
âThey didâŚ.they didnât start a war. All Loki wants now that Sigyn and I have both calmed him is to know that she is safe and that he is in control of that safety. He feels guilty, my love. He feels that he should have somehow known she was in dangerâshould have protected her, saved her. He does feel guilty that he hasnât avenged herâat least give him the piece of mind that he is asking for. It isnât much.â
Odin thought on her words, so similar to Lokiâs and yet so much easier to understand, so much easier to abide by. He finally sighed, âFineâas you wish. Until the delegates leave.â
âThey should make amends.â Frigga glowered suddenly, showing her true feelings, âThe actions of their kin was outrageous, dishonorable, and cruel. If they protect him from our justice, they are no better. They should be confronted on the problem, and they should make amends.â
âShe is a servant, Frigga.â Odin reminded her, âWe cannot demand it.â
âShe is a servant wearing a princeâs necklace and sleeping in a queenâs chambersâand a servant born from a princess. She is not just a servant, and even if she was she is ours and they have no right to treat her any way they see fit.â Frigga growled and Odin could tell that he would not win this battle with her, especially not if both Thor and Loki agreed.
Some days, the All Father did not feel all powerful, some days he felt outnumbered. Wearily he waved his hand again, âI will think on it.â
Frigga smiled widelyâŚ.That means âyesâ.
*
Loki stood beside his father tensely, Thor next to him and equally wound up as the Bright Elvesâ ambassador approached, with Sigynâs attacker behind him. Lokiâs fists flexed and unflexed, but he kept his face passive. He wanted to show his father that he could tame his rage, from beside Odin Frigga nodded at her boys, ecstatic that they were standing proud and quiet, holding in their emotions.Â
The ambassador bowed low before the All Father and then took his fair turn with the All Mother and each prince. A faint smirk traced Lokiâs lips, the game was startingâwhy else bow to each family member in turn unless you had come to grovel?
Let the groveling beginâŚ
*
The Elf thinks he is quite clever, Loki grinned, playing on Fatherâs honorable notions of trial by combat. He thinks, as so many do, that only the mighty Thor could be a worthy opponent.Â
It was quite the show, the bravado, the dramatic pleas for forgiveness, the manic glint of the eye that said all the words were empty and all the gestures hollow. Loki was not the only one who was bored with the façadeâFriggaâs patience was faltering as well. Thor and Odin were watching the Elf more carefullyâthey wanted to see if this was a genuine gesture or not. Odin, at least, was only hoping that this was a sincere gesture of an honorable man. Thor hadnât yet sensed the lies.Â
Loki shook his head gently, if Thor couldnât see through this Elf, what sort of king would he make when truly clever people tried to fool him?
âGreat All-Father,â The Elf pled, âI think it only fair that I offer up myself for trial by combat.â
âSuch combat is a worthy solution,â Odin nodded curtly, âand I shall further be a courteous host and let you choose your opponent and your means.â
Thor smugly stuck out his chin, and Loki saw the Elf size him up--- he might mean to take on the Golden Prince.Â
That just wonât doâŚLoki smirked and thought of the perfect way to show off his own cleverness, and to get his revenge.
âMy gracious king, and good father,â Lokiâs voice rang like music, âyou are too giving to the man. You offer this man a choice of who to battle and in so doing you have presented him a hard choice. Thor is the better warriorâand a brave man would choose him. Then there I standânot my brotherâs equal in size or strength--- and a cowardly man might choose me. This manâs crime indicates he is a cowardâyou are all but commanding him to battle me.â
The Elfâs ears pricked, he was listening, and his expression darkened at the princeâs very public rebuke, âThe All Father gives me a great advantage--- courteous when I am bidding for my name.â
âHonor is important, the more reason for such a one to fight the less impressive princeâcowards hate to lose, and brave men never live past their losses. In a fight like this you would win your honor and gain scorn by defeating a prince of the realmâa brave man would see this as a twice brutal cost.â Loki used a slight glamour to make himself look even smaller and frailer than Thor.
Odin and Frigga eyed Loki, both absolutely convinced that he was baiting the man to pick him. Thor laughed and gloated, âBrave or cowardly, he will fall before me. Who would choose to battle Loki when Thor awaits their command?â
The Golden Prince suddenly seemed dark and his voice took on the growl of thunder, âChoose me, and fall before the Mighty Thor.â
âChoose me, and prove yourself the coward we believe you to be.â Loki smiled, his glamour making him seem so slight that a tense breeze might bowl him over.
The Elf had a maniacal grin when he said, âFirst I will choose the means of battle---I will battle with nothing more than what I have on my person this very moment, and my competitor will be likewise handicapped.â
He seemed, at a glance, unarmed, but Loki knew there were knives hidden in sleeves and pockets that he would not surrenderânot even to stand before a king.
Thor tightened his grip on Mjolnir, Odin nodded his consent to the condition of the battle, and Loki merely grinned back at the Elf who proudly announced, âAnd I will fight Loki--- for my honor, and for his foul tongue that I might hang it over my mantle when I return home.â
Loki clapped his hands and the glamor fell away, the Elf took a step back as he realized that Loki looked heartier than he had initially suspected, the prince laughed darkly, âWhen do we start?â
Odin announced the battle to take place in an hourâs time and the two warriors bowed to one another, then to the All Father, in agreement. Sigyn was waiting for Loki outside the chambers, looking livid, having witnessed the entire exchange. When they were alone Sigyn slapped Lokiâs shoulder sharply and hissed, âYou manipulated him into choosing you.â
âAre you so sad about that?â
âHe does not intend to fight you fairly. He intends to sneak in weapons.â She was glaring at him, and her expression got darker every time he laughed in response to one of her predictions.
âI thought as muchâa man who molests women doesnât care for fair fights.â
âHe intends to kill you---he will not stop attacking you if you submit.â
âAgain, an obvious angle. Are the far-seeing eyes of the Vanir feeling cloudy today? These prophecies are hardly the stuff of legend.â
âYouâre going to kill him.â
âYes, and with relish.â Loki leaned over and kissed her forehead, âAnd the marvelous part is that no war can come of it, and when it is done, he will not be the only one caught having underestimated Loki.â
Sigyn grabbed Lokiâs face between her hands and shook it gently, âWhy? Why must you do this? I donât require death as payment for wrongs done to me.â
Loki put his hands over hers, gently guided them off his cheeks, âBut I do.â
He grabbed her chin, possessively, âI require such payment from those that hurt youâno more, and no less. I told you once-- Â I fight to keep whatâs mine. And let them all see his fate and know that they will share it if they touch youâlet all our palace onlookers see what becomes of those that harm you, let them not forget for one moment who you are promised to.â
There was an evil tone to him in that moment, one she had seen hints of in the past but had never seen take him over. He talked of killing callously, even more callously than Thor who at least still saw war as a game. Loki had tricked a man into battling him so that he could unleash a barrage of magic on him and not only kill him---Loki would humiliate him first.Â
Part of her was beamingâjustice belonged in their world, in every world, and she would not say that the man who assaulted her deserved nothing for his crimes. If he were to leave the palace unharmed, she would consider it poor dealings, but she did not like this coming bloodbath any more than a punishment free escape. Still, she knew she would watch, she knew she would flinch when Loki took wounds and she knew that after he won, she would tend to him. She would always tend to him, always choose him, always follow after him even when his path became twistedâand even when she disagreed with him.
Can I request a series where the reader is part of the FBI or something and she goes undercover as an actress for one of the Avengers movies to catch a stalker or a criminal and can the pairing be with Chris Evans? It doesnât have to have a pairing and sorry if itâs to much you donât have to write it.
Crimson and Clover (Masterlist)
Series Description: Youâre an FBI agent, tasked with going undercover to find a stalker. Where is this undercover mission taking place? None other than Marvel Studios! Youâre the latest addition to the cast of Captain America: The Winter Soldier, the woman playing two roles: the actress and the agent.
What could possibly go wrong?
Pairings: Chris Evans x Undercover!FBI!Reader (slow burn)
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three -> Coming Soon!
-> ->Iâd like to thank @idk123906 for the suggestion of this story!<- <-
Words: 2053
Reader Insert: Dad!Bruce Banner & Daughter!Reader
Featuring: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Thor, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff.Â
Request:Â âCan you write something cute with single dad Bruce Banner where the reader (his daughter) is getting married and is like the honorary niece of Tony, Steve, Clint, and Thor, and Bruce, Tony, Steve, Clint, and Thor give speeches and take turns dancing with her at the wedding? It takes place between the events of The Avengers and Age of Ultron.â -Anon
Summary: Itâs the day of her fatherâs wedding and Reader is less than thrilled about it. Sheâs worried that with the addition of her her stepmother, sheâll lose the rest of her found family, including her four favorite uncles.
Authorâs Note: might do a part 2 on this one, I really liked the idea and it started to run away on me.
I could just stay up here. You thought to yourself. No one would notice me missing. Especially not today. You looked at yourself in your bedroom mirror. You supposed you looked alright. Theyâd hired someone to do your hair and some light make-up so that youâd fit in with the rest of the wedding party. Your plum colored Junior Bridesmaid dress was actually pretty comfortable, and it had pockets. Still you wish you didnât have to wear it.
You crossed the room to look out the window. It overlooked the backyard where the ceremony would be held in less than an hour. You couldnât believe the wedding coordinator had been able to pull off a plum and chartreuse color scheme. Youâd laughed when she had suggested such ridiculous colors. But Dad had loved it, so that meant you had to too. Team Banner had to stick together. Thatâs what heâd always told you.
It didnât feel much like sticking together when he decided to change the roster without your permission. For as far back as you could remember it had been just you and your dad, Bruce Banner. Team Banner was small, but efficient. The Hulk showed up a few years ago, when you were around five. It really tore your dad up, he worried about hurting you all the time. So, you were always on your best behavior and tried to avoid making him upset whenever possible. Things got easier three years ago when your Dad met the Avengers.
You were twelve then, the only kid running around with the team. Since Dad was a single parent that meant you got dragged to SHIELD HQ a lot for meetings and events. You tried to keep yourself busy by reading books or playing handheld games. You wanted to make things as easy on Dad as possible. Eventually you got to know the team and theyâd offer to watch you any time Bruce needed it.
Sometimes it was something small like taking you out for ice cream while Dad worked in the lab or helping you with your homework by explaining long division just one more time. Other times it was letting you stay over for the weekend while he was away on a mission. They werenât blood relatives, but they were family. You werenât ready for all of that to just disappear. There was a knock on the door. You moved away from the window and sighed. Here we go.
âI was beginning to worry my date was standing me up!â Steve Rogers commented when you opened the door.
âSorry Uncle Steve. I didnât mean to keep you waiting.â You apologized.
âI get it.â Steve nodded. âA lotâs going to change after today. Itâs okay if you need to take a minute.â
âDad needs everything to run smoothly.â You told him. âI promised him we wouldnât be late.â
âThen weâd better get a move on.â Uncle Steve offered you his elbow and you walked downstairs together. He led you into the kitchen where your Dad, Tony Stark, Thor and Clint Barton where waiting.
They were all practically talking over each other when you and Steve entered the room. Uncle Tonyâs tie was still undone, though heâd at least tossed the piece of fabric over his neck. Thor wasnât wearing a tie, or his jacket and his sleeves were rolled up past his elbows. Only Uncle Clint seemed to be fully dressed for the occasion. His shoes were shined, his tie tied and his jacket fastened at the waist.
âDoes this look crooked to you?â Your dad asked Clint. He tugged nervously at his own tie.
âYoung Lady Banner!â Thor was the first to notice you. He greeted you with his booming voice before encircling you in his arms. âYou look beautiful [Y/N]!â He appraised when he released his hold on you. âYou shall make a fine bride yourself, soon!â
âThor, sheâs fifteen!â Clint commented as he straightened your fatherâs tie. "Give her at least another year before you try to trade our girl off for some goats.â
âBarton our [Y/N] is worth far more than a few puny goats!â Thor huffed.
âYouâre both out of your mind.â Uncle Tony laughed. â[Y/N] and I already agreed that sheâs never getting married. Sheâs dedicating her life to science and the pursuit of knowledge.â
âI donât remember ever agreeing to thisâŚâ You disagreed.
âWell you did.â He assured you. âYou were seven at the time, but I havenât forgotten.â
âTony the ceremony is supposed to start in fifteen minutes. Do you need help with your tie?â Uncle Steve offered, diverting the attention away from you.
âWell, how do I look?â Dad asked you. You thought about telling him that he looked awful and that everything looked awful, but that wouldnât stop the day from happening. It would only hurt his feelings.
âHandsome as ever.â You told him. Tony swatted Steveâs hand away and began tying his tie. Steve and Clint both turned their attention to Thor, who seemed adamant that a jacket was not necessary. While everyone else was distracted your dad moved to stand beside you.
âSo the big day is finally here.â He said.
âYup.â You nodded, still watching Clint and Steve struggle with Thor.
âI just wanted to say thank you, for being so good about everything.â He commented. You looked away from the show in front of you and up at your dad. âThings have never been easy for us, but I know itâs been really hard the last few months. I was away on that month-long mission, then all the wedding planning stuff was taking up a lot of timeâŚâ He paused to sigh.
âItâs okay, Dad.â You touched his arm, trying to assure him. âYouâve always been there when it was important. This was just an adjustment period. It was temporary.â
âSometimes I feel like youâre the parent and Iâm the kid.â He laughed. âI wanted to get you something anyway. Just something small to say thanks for hanging in there with me.â From his suit jacket pocket, he removed a small purple velvet box. He handed it to you. âGo on, open it.â
You accepted the small box and opened it. Inside was a necklace. The chain was silver, and the pendant was a series of small amethysts set in a silver crescent moon. It was beautiful. With his help you put the necklace on immediately.
âYou like it then?â He asked worriedly.
âI love it, Dad!â You promised before hugging him.
âIâm glad.â He hugged you back. âIâm sorry we have to leave you to stay with Uncle Tony for two weeks while Betty and I are on our honeymoon, but the good news is once weâre back, weâll be able to spend lots of time together and youâll get a well-deserved break from your uncles.â
You wanted to tell him that you didnât want a break from your uncles. That over the years youâd grown used to the sort of organized chaos they seemed to always bring with them. Sure, they were rowdy, and a little unpolished, but they loved you and you loved them. You didnât want the fact that your dad was married to impact your ability to be with the rest of your family.
âYou boys ready to get this show on the road?â Everyone looked upwards to see Natasha Romanoff calling down impatiently from a nearby staircase. She sauntered down the stairs and was followed by two more Bridesmaids; Bettyâs sister and her childhood best friend.
âWhy the long face, Lilâ Banner?â An hour had passed since your father was officially married. They were now legally Dr. Bruce and Mrs. Betty Banner.
The happy couple sat at a small table for two surrounded by everyone else. All the other tables were large and round, seating no more than eight people per table. You were of course seated at the wedding party table. The seating arrangement of which had been carefully charted by Betty and the Wedding Planner. As Best Man and Maid of Honor, Uncle Tony and Bettyâs sister sat together. Bettyâs best friend and Uncle Thor were next to them. Followed by Aunt Nat and Uncle Clint. You were sat between Uncle Steve and Uncle Tony. It was the latter, who had leaned over to ask you what was wrong.
âNo reason.â You lied. You continued to push potatoes around in your soup.
âCâmon, you think I canât tell when youâre upset? You may have fooled your old man, but not me. Your Uncle Tony wrote the book on pent up teenage aggression.â He told you. âAre you upset about having to stay with me for two weeks?â
âNo, thatâs not it!â You assured him. âI love the tower and I love hanging out with you! Youâre the only one who lets me have dessert for dinner.â You glared down at your soup, even less hungry than you were before. âNow that dadâs married, I wonât be around the tower as much.â
âWhy not?â Tony asked. âYour dad getting married doesnât mean that things have to change between us.â
âBut itâs going to.â You huffed. âHe already told me Iâll be spending less time with you guys and more time with Betty.â
âDid you tell him how you feel?â Tony asked.
âNo. Team Banner has to stick together.â You mumbled. âI donât want him to think I just donât like her.â Tony looked like wanted to say more, but the wedding planner had come over and handed him a microphone to let him know it was time for his speech.
âBe right back.â He told you with a pat on the shoulder.
âBig surprise, thereâs a party and Iâve got a microphone!â Was the first thing Tony said to the crowd. This of course earned a supportive laugh from everyone. âBut for once, this speech is not about me. Today, we not just celebrating the marriage of Bruce and Betty. Today we also celebrate the joining of two families. As many of you know, Bettyâs parents and sister are here, even her great grandmother was able to make the trip. Some of you may even recognize Bruceâs daughter, [Y/N].â You looked up at the mention of your name and gave an awkward half-wave to the other guests.
âBut what you may not know,â Tony turned to look at Betty. âIs that youâre also gaining another sister and four brothers. Because they Avengers are a family too. We argue like families do, but we have each otherâs backs like family too. Thereâs been plenty of family dinners around the long meeting table at the tower. Uncle Clint taught [Y/N] how to ride a bike, and she taught Uncle Steve how to send GIFs on his cellphone.â Tony paused for laugher, which the crowd easily offered up. âSo letâs all raise a glass, and let me be the first to say, âWelcome to the family Bettyâ!â
The meal continued while Bettyâs sister gave the next speech. Then your Dad and Betty each said a few words and before you knew it, they were doing their first dance. Waiters were clearing the dishes from tables while the DJ invited everyone else to join the newlyweds on the dance floor.
âI know you might not be feeling up to it, but youâd be doing me a great favor if you joined me in a dance.â Steve told you as he offered your hand out. âCanât have people thinking that even my own date wont dance with me.â He smirked.
âYou care too much about what other people think of you, Uncle Steve.â You told him, before accepting his hand and letting him lead you to the dance floor.
âYou know, I heard what you were saying to Uncle Tony earlier.â He told you. âYou should spend some time with Betty and give her a chance to get to know you. Iâm sure thatâs what your father meant by what he said. And making room for her in your life doesnât mean youâre losing any of us. Who else would I get to watch movies with me on Saturday nights? Which reminds me, weâre still on to watch Jaws tonight when your dad drops you off at the tower right?â
âWouldnât miss it Uncle Steve.â You promised.