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Imagine Loki coming across a group of Odin variants whose Nexus Events involved taking responsibility for the Hela mess rather than covering it up, or simply being a non-shitty father to Loki and Thor â and who are kept in line by a single Frigga variant who got nabbed for trouncing Malekith and Kurse simultaneously
Tolle grinned when the the delivery truck pulled up, and he opened the door with no hesitation. His eyes went directly to the large box being taken off of the truck. The driver carried it with ease despite itâs obvious heaviness, and Tolle welcomed him in.
âWhereâd you want it?â
âJust in the center of the room.â
The box was dropped with a thud, and pained sounds escape from inside.
âNow I just need a signature.â The delivery man handed off a clipboard, then glanced down at the box. âYâknow, Iâve never heard of this company, Nabbed. Figured Whumpees-R-Us was the only one who had Box Boys.â
Tolle bit back a smirk as he finished signing and handed the clipboard back. âYeah, took me a while to find this one. Sometimes the knock-offs are better than the original.â
Nodding, the driver headed out with one last âenjoy!â Tolle quickly shut the door behind him and approached the large box.
It was in pristine condition. The box mustâve been sturdy. He tested his theory by kicking it hard on the side, smirking at the muffled yelp he earned in response.Â
Oh this is going to be fun.
Grabbing a box cutter, he quickly went to work slicing open the cardboard. He was meticulous, only slicing the tape and nothing else. By the time everything was cut away, Tolle was giddy with excitement. He finally, slowly, began to open the box... and almost gasped when he opened it.
The two boys inside were tightly bound to each other, one basically forced to sit in the otherâs lap, facing each other. Not that they could see with the thick blindfolds tied around their heads. They each had ball gags shoved in their mouths to keep them mostly silent.
âPerfect.â
Smirking, Tolle kicked the box over, sending the boys tumbling out with pained groans. The smaller one was already trembling and almost cowered into the other, who seemed to be trying to keep him close. So theyâd already bonded. Fantastic.
He knelt next to them and pulled their blindfolds off, looking into both of their eyes. Terrified green and harsh brown, trained on him. He smirked.
âWell. Welcome home.â
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Hope everyone likes my take on the box boys! Iâd tag the original creator of the idea but theyâve blocked me so I canât đ Hopefully Iâll be writing more soon!
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*This is the first Sirius imagine I'm posting, so bear with me on the formatting, etc. As is custom, Y/N is your name. Basically, you are a thief whoâs been planning a heist and unfortunately stumble upon a wily Padfoot whoâs there to claim your prize. Who knows how youâll react? I do... ;P*
The cold air brushes around you, biting your cheeks like an impatient child. You look down into the atrium below, scouting the layout for any visible traps. Youâd gone over the floor plan numerous times before this, yet you still felt unsure you were ready for a break-in of this magnitude. Besides, you knew there were other thieves out there who were interested in the very same piece you were. Whispers in the wind spread about who in the âcommunityâ was eyeing the prize, but no one so far had made a move. So now, it was your moment. You were meticulous, and your magic gave you an advantage over regular Muggle cat burglars. You slipped your wand out of the sleeve of your black turtleneck and traced a circle on the glass in front of you. It vanished instantly, just large enough of a hole for you to crawl through. All you had to do was cast a rope charm to lower yourself into the area below.
Once you were suspended in air, you sprinkled a handful of magical powder all around you, watching it filter down toward the ground, revealing multiple laser barriers. Easy pickings.
âOy! Whoâs dropping dirt on my head? Iâve already claimed this job, what with me being here and all. Why donât you show yourself and I wonât turn you in, hmm?âÂ
A voice echoed up to you and you silently cursed yourself for not noticing there was someone already on the floor. And apparently, it was another thief who was already trying to steal your prize! You tried to tilt yourself on the rope so you could get a better look at the other person while remaining hidden in the shadows on the ceiling. From what you could see, the other thief was a male, slightly taller than you, his long hair pulled up in a bun to keep it off his face. The moon shining down past you radiated on his pale skin. You narrowed your eyes; no man-bun-wearing amateur was going to best you when youâd been organizing this heist for over a month!
âI seem to be in possession of the upper hand, considering you havenât found me yet, good sir. Iâve been preparing for quite sometime⌠you donât seriously think that Iâm going to just hand the box over to the likes of you, do you?â You pursed your lips, trying to sound as intimidating as possible. However, you were startled when the stranger let out a bark of a laugh, and you slipped down your rope a little, your feet dangling in the moonlight. He looked up and noticed, much to your chagrin. He started walking toward you, and although you scrambled valiantly, your gloved hands slipped and sent you plummeting toward the museum floor. You whipped your wand out and waved at the ground, but you fell so quickly that you came right at the other thief. He caught you with ease, but as you were swinging your wand, you slapped him in the face and he nearly buckled at the impact. Luckily, he held steadfastly and you found yourself eye-to-eye with your new rival.
Up close, you were able to examine the man more closely. He looked fairly young, about your age, and there was an intensity about his features, from the hard lines of his aristocratic mouth and nose to the stormy shadows of his grey eyes. You felt somewhat foolish now, with your stereotypical black beanie and cat-eye mask⌠maybe you were the baby thief after all. He studied your presence for a moment, flushed against his chest with your arms around his neck. Then, he placed you gently on the ground beside him, out of the way of a nearby laser.
âI donât think seriously most of the time, but I am Sirius, so does that count? Anyway, I believe that since Iâve just saved your life, you owe me an explanation. Or at least your name.â
The ghost of a smirk twitches at the corner of his mouth, causing a blush to skitter up from your chest to your cheeks. The man called Sirius reaches out to pull up your mask, but you step backward and almost set off the alarm. Sirius pulls you toward himself instinctively, rescuing you again from another rookie mistake. You sigh and, without looking into his eyes, slip the mask off and tuck it into your black leather pants.
âItâs Y/N. I canât believe Iâm having to be rescued by some hipster thief with a pretty boy face. I had everything sorted and now Iâm getting flustered for no reasonâŚâ Sirius cracked into a grin now, feigning offense. With your body still inches from his, he tilts your chin up to look into your eyes. You can feel your breath hitch in your throat and mentally curse.
âI have that effect on people, Iâm afraid. Itâs a curse, honestly, but itâs mine to bear. Also, hipster?! Just because I've got the bright idea to tie my hair up while working doesnât make me one of those flannel-wearing, coffee-obsessed peacocks. Any self-respecting gentleman thief has to do whatever it takes to get the prize⌠then again, maybe getting hit in the face by your wand is the prize that I deserve, hmm Y/N?â He chuckles as he pulls out his hair tie, letting his shaggy hair fall to his shoulders with casual elegance. You grimace, pointing your wand into his chest and rotating around him, now closer to the case where the jewel box was held. No matter how attractive Sirius appears, you canât let him distract you from your goal. You needed that box more than anything right now.
âOh boo hoo, poor you. It must be very difficult to be taken Siriusly when you look like that. Is that why youâre playing robber? If you like getting hit by my wand, Iâm sure I can arrange to do it again⌠wait, you know what this is?!â You lower your wand slightly, pointing it in the direction of his pelvis in case he tries anything untoward. His eyes narrow as he continues to smirk at you, almost menacing. He backs you closer to the box display case, his stalking gate like a predator cornering its prey. Your eyes widen slightly as your brain finally processes that this thief is also a wizard who is slowly gaining the upper hand.
âAre you really surprised that the only two thieves whoâve made it this far are wizards? Honestly, Iâm impressed that youâre a witch because youâre about as clumsy as a Muggle. Clumsy and joking with puns. Whoâs playing now?â Sirius moves closer to you, trailing his fingers up your outstretched wand. This is your moment, no matter how much fear is prickling at the back of your neck. You mutter an incantation and, with a surprisingly-graceful flourish, you plunge your hand through the glass case surrounding the box and clasp a hand around it.
Sirius is finally startled, forced to relinquish his grip on you as you swing around. You ignore him, focusing all of your energy on phasing the box through the now liquid surface of the case. Itâs a bit heavier than you imagined, but you manage to wrench it through without a hitch. Sirius just stands behind you, transfixed, as you levitate the box in front of you. When thatâs done, you reach into the pack strapped at your waist and fiddle around for something. In a moment, you pull out a small wooden box, not very unlike the jeweled box you removed. You pass your wand over the surface, casting a disguising spell before neatly sliding the object into the place where the treasure sat. You pull the box out of the air and turn back to Sirius, who has finally come to and is staring at you in awe. You raise your eyebrow at him haughtily. He smiles.
âOkay, maybe youâre not so green after all, Y/N. How about I make you a proposition for the box⌠I imagine you want it because youâre going to sell it to the highest bidder. Fair. What if... we worked together to get an even bigger haul, and sell the whole lot for a castleâs worth of fortune? You may have pulled that off right in front of me, but without me here, you wouldâve gotten caught at least twice. I think weâd make a pretty good team, and, as you can tell, Iâm a rather agreeable gentleman.â
Sirius holds a hand out to you, palm facing up to appear less deceptive. You eye him warily; just a few moments ago, this other wizard had tried to corner you and intimidate you⌠who was to say he wouldnât turn around and betray you as soon as you let your guard down. Still, he was right that heâd rescued you. Sirius could have just let you fall, take the box for himself, and left you to take the blame. Perhaps he had acted instinctively during the whole situation, from saving you to stalking you. There was something slightly off about him, like an animal whoâd been caged for some time who was every second deciding whether it needed to exact revenge. You didnât know if you could trust him, but the sincerity glinting in his eyes began to melt away some of your doubt.
âYou should never underestimate a cornered cat burglar⌠she might just transfigure into a lion. Iâm not going to pretend I trust you, Sirius whomever you are. But I admit that I appreciate you not letting me die within the span of about 10 minutes, so⌠Iâll hear your proposal, but not here. I keep the box. You set up the meeting, and Iâll be there. A gentleman can surely take the word of a lady, canât he?â You press your hand into his, still clutching the box to your chest in the other. A wan smile spreads across his lips, amusement dancing in his dusky gaze. Once more, he moves toward you, this time more gently padding to close the proximity. He looks down at you, flicking his tongue out across his bottom lip pointedly. Your hand tightens on your prize, unsure whether heâs going to make a move on it.
âOkay Y/N, Iâll prove to you that Iâm right. A ladyâs honor is unquestionable. But⌠as a gentleman, I suppose I owe you a display of loyalty. Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron entrance to Diagon Alley. Tomorrow at this time; bring the box in your handy little pack.â Sirius leans his head down imperceptibly and, without warning, presses his lips against yours in a chaste kiss. Youâre completely caught off guard, but your body reacts separately, returning it with some dash of fervor. He is still holding your hand as he steps backward with you, and his heel strikes into a laser with all the might of Achilles.
A bell shrills through the air, breaking the two of you apart. You stare at each other in horror for a moment, as Sirius swears at his stupidity in getting distracted.
âTomorrow, the brick wall, 11 oâclock. Iâll be there, Sirius. Make a convincing argument, will you, mâlord?â You sweep a leg behind you with a mock curtsey, which brings the light back to his face. He nods, his feet starting to dematerialize right in front of you.
âUntil tomorrow, beautiful Y/NâŚâ He whispers across the distance between you, then disappears like a candle winking out. You take that as your cue to leave, and disapparate from the spot, focusing on the vision of your flatâs balcony a few blocks away. You reopen your eyes after the sickening feeling has passed, and youâre perched on the railing of your balcony. Wrapping your legs comfortably to ensure your balance, you run your fingers over your lips, replaying the feeling of Siriusâ soft mouth on yours. You raise your face toward the moon.
âSee you tomorrow, Sirius.â
Let me know if you liked the story in the comments, if you want to read more stuff, and any other thoughts. I feel like itâs not as fully developed as I would like, but this is my first attempt at an x reader fic. And honestly, itâs a little PG for my taste, but I wanted to let Siriusâ imagined personality blossom slowly, just like my love for Ben Barnes every time he shows up on my television. ;P
 Thanks for tuning in and maybe Iâll come up with more soon! xx Bri
P.S. This is dedicated to my new friend @wizardwritings who writes really great fics and inspired me to try my hand at writing imagines, so if you havenât read her stuff, definitely do!