#odinson!reader

You stood across the room, watching Bucky. Not in a creepy way. More in an admiring way. You bit your bottom lip, wondering what it would be like to have him to yourself.

You’re an Odinson, meaning you’re Thor’s younger sister and your biological mom is Aphrodite, which means you also have her powers.

You thought to yourself for a moment, trying to come up with a plan to get Bucky alone so you can use your powers on him and get him to fall in love with you.

“Are you new here?” Bucky asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, no. I’m here with my older brother.” You answered.

“Who’s your older brother?” He asks.

“Thor.” You answered.

“Oh cool, I didn’t know Thor had a younger sister.” He said. “I’m Sergeant James Barnes. Everyone I know calls me Bucky.” He introduces himself and held his hand out for you to shake.

“Y/N Odinson.” You introduced yourself, shaking his hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiles. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have to get back to work.” He says.

“Maybe we’ll see each other later?” You suggested with a hopeful smile.

“Sounds good to me.” He says with a smile before walking away.

You watched Bucky walk away and thought to yourself. You just need to get Bucky alone long enough to use your powers on him without him knowing. That’s when something came to your mind, making you smile to yourself.

You walked around the compound, looking for Bucky. You eventually found him in the conference room. You walked in there and sat down next to him.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” You asked, pretending to be curious about what he was working on.

“No, it’s ok. I got it.” Bucky says politely.

You put a hand on his right arm. Bucky stopped writing and looked at you.

“Is there something I can help you with?” He asks.

“No.” You shook your head. “It’s just- you’re really fun to look at.” You say.

Bucky chuckles and blushes. You put a hand on his cheek, caressing it. You looked deep in his eyes, doing your thing. Meaning, you’re using your powers on him without him knowing it. You gazed in his eyes for a few more seconds before taking your hand off of his cheek.

“I’ll see you later, Sarge.” You say seductively.

Bucky smiles and gave you a nod when you stood up and walked out of the conference room. He blinked a couple times, feeling different than he was a short moment ago. He shook his head and went back to work.

Bucky sat there, staring down at the papers on the table in front of him. He tapped the pen against the table, trying to regain his focus, but couldn’t. He dropped the pen on the table and left the conference room to find you, leaving his work unattended. It didn’t take long for him to find you. You were in the kitchen getting something to drink.

Bucky stood in the doorway of the kitchen, taking in your beauty for a moment. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. While Bucky was staring at you, you turned around and found him staring at you. You smiled to yourself, thinking to yourself that your plan is working perfectly.

“Don’t mind me, Sergeant.” You said. “I was just getting something to drink.” You tell him.

As you were walking past him, Bucky grabbed your arm before you could walk any further away. He pulled you back to him, pulling you in front of him. Bucky brought a hand up to your cheek, caressing it while staring down at you. You saw the look of love in his eyes. That’s when you knew that the love spell you put him under is working better than you expected.

“Do you need something, Bucky?” You asked.

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Bucky answers. “You.” He says.

Before you could say anything else, Bucky’s lips were on yours, kissing you passionately. His hands found their way to your waist and pulled you against the front of his body. Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers running through his hair. He pulled away, leaving the two of you breathless. He caught the way you bit your bottom lip as you stared up at him.

“So you put a love spell on me, huh?” He says.

“I’ve been waiting for you to catch on.” You said. “Wanna know a little fun fact about me?” You asked.

Bucky nodded his head yes, waiting for you to tell him what it is.

“My biological mom is Aphrodite, which means I have her powers.” You tell him.

“Aphrodite like the Greek Goddess?” He asks.

“Mhmm.” You answered with a hum. “Shortly after we met earlier, I came up with a love spell to get you to fall in love with me.” You explained.

“You didn’t need to use a perfectly good love spell to get me to fall in love with you. I fell in love with you the second we met.” He admits.

You smile to yourself, happy that your plan and spell went according to plan. Even though Bucky told you that you didn’t need to use a love spell on him, it still went perfectly well.

“How about we go on a date tomorrow night.” Bucky suggests with a hopeful smile.

“I’m completely fine with that.” You almost whispered. “But you have to ask my brother about it first. Thor is very protective of me.” You say.

“Does this mean I can kiss you anytime I want?” He asks, already knowing the answer.

You stood on your tippy toes and cupped his cheeks, kissing him passionately.

“Does this answer your question, Sarge?” You asked against his lips, almost whispering.

“Yes it does, doll.” He says softly, kissing you again.

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lol ur lil human partner made u chuckle for sure theyre so fragile

oh, and they didn’t exactly know what you were…as in a nordic “god” from the realm of asgard visiting midgard against your better judgement

“your accent is so cute, what is it exactly?” -s/o

“uh, brit—austr—slav—it’s um, well i just grew up around, you know, that area with a bunch of different accents. bit of mutt.” -you

“oh, so like, you’re from new england?” -s/o

“there’s a new england? what was wrong with the old one?” -you

yeah you were not so good at hiding that you clearly weren’t from around there

but you were learning. slowly

meanwhile on asgard

“y/n, you have a strange look upon your face” -loki “might i acquaint it to…love?”

your eyes went wide and loki gave a mischievous smile that would normal shake you a bit, but this love kept you fearless

“oh, dont you give me that look, uncle. are you mad?” -you “ah, what am i saying? ‘course you are”

“oh do i have a look? no, this is just my normal face” -loki, sarcastically

“see, that i’d believe. except you’re truly a menace when someone is happy” -loki

“not to you, oh never!” -loki “so tell me more?”

you rolled your eyes and left it to the imagination, as you weren’t quite ready to let any details go yet

and even thor was starting to get suspicious

“my child, you speak of this love yet i have not seen them! and why do i hear this from loki, am i not your father?” -thor

“yes, you are, but it’s not a big deal. let’s not get lost in the details. just young fascination, might be gone by tomorrow” -you, desperately trying to throw off the trail

he gasps

“you are lying to your own father!” -thor

“am not” -you

“our lineage does not simply become fascinated one day and bored the next, who is this person you do not wish for me to know of?” -thor

you both stare at each other

your lips curl up a bit

his do, as well

“are they of another realm?” -thor

“how did you know?!” -you

“because mine is too!” -thor

“you lie to me?!” -you

“i just forgot to mention it” -thor

“convenient!” -you

“midgardian?” -thor

“…you’re good” -you

“like father, like child” -thor

Now seventeen, Peter’s shoulders have filled out and he stands full and stocky, the worn reds and blues of his spidey suit clinging to the definition of his arms and chest. When you move your gaze up, you see ashy black lines clinging to his jaw, and a bit of soot nestled up against his ear. The wildness of his brown hair as it sticks up in all directions really adds to the whole just-escaped-from-battle look he has going on. 

You smile quietly as you feel his fingers knock through your hair, and remain silently still as he works his magic. 

Maybe you have a tiny crush on Peter. Maybe. But you’re both seniors at Midtown, and you’re both also superheroes who have to work together, so it’s complicated. Far too complicated. 

But that doesn’t mean you can’t admire him.

“Got it,” Peter says. He’s part way through bringing his hands back from your hair when there’s a sudden burst of noise, and from around the corner comes two all-too-familiar figures.

“Oh- what do we have here?” You can practically hear the smirk in Tony Stark’s voice as he swaggers forward.

Peter quickly snatches his hands back, jumping away from you as if he’s just been caught doing something incredibly sinful. 

“I told you,” Thor’s voice bellows. “Two young ones like these. Keep them together enough and… Well, I told you.” His eyes flick to you, a loose grin on his face. 

“Shut up, dad,” you mutter. Embarrassment flames the apples of your cheeks as you scowl at Thor. 

“Oi.” Tony and Thor are in front of you now, and Thor’s got his arms crossed. “I’m just saying.” You receive an affectionate scruff of your head from your father. 

“No canoodling on official Avengers business,” Tony chimes in, voice lilted with tease. “Don’t tell me I’m going to have to start separating you both now.”

You groan, exasperated beyond belief. You’re tired, sore, and dirty from spending the last two hours fighting off New York’s newest threat, and now you’re dealing with this. “Goodbye,” you say, and grab Peter’s arm before he can complain. You drag him away from Thor and Tony and across to your room, slamming the door behind you as pointedly as possible. “They are so annoying!” You groan, resting your forehead against the cool wood. 

“They call us immature.” 

Your and Peter’s laughs mingle in the air, and you turn to meet his tired gaze. His cheeks are flushed and his lips a cherry red, and you find yourself momentarily losing your breath as you take in just how cute he is. 

“I should go shower,” you say, after a moment of looking. Peter nods his head.

“Yeah, me too.” He scratches at his arm, looking down at his feet. “See you in class tomorrow?” 

You nod, moving away from the door so he can shuffle past you. “Definitely.”

Peter’s hand rests on the doorknob for a moment of indecision, before he blurts- “No more spontaneous jumping out of windows, yeah? You’ll give me a heart attack.” 

You grin. “But it makes my cape look cool!” You protest.

“I don’t care!” Peter’s laughing, but he’s still frowning. “You’re my partner- you- you have to be safe.” 

You feel your heart melt. His eyes are round and soft and flooded with concern, and he’s staring at you bashfully. “I’ll be safe,” you promise. You’re starting to feel a little guilty now. “Besides, if ever I’m not safe, I’m pretty sure I know someone who’ll be near that can save me.”

Peter tilts his head to the side. “Who, Thor?”

“No, silly.” You reach out and push his shoulder, rolling your eyes. “You!”

His cheeks flame. “Oh…” 

“Unless you don’t want to save me?” You tease, rocking back on your heels. He looks frazzled, and you can’t help but swoon slightly as he runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

“No, no. I’ll save you.” Peter finally twists the doorknob and steps aside, preparing to head out. He looks up to you, a mischievous grin on his face. “My life would be pretty boring if you weren’t around to keep it interesting.” He raises a hand in a friendly wave as he walks away. “See ya tomorrow!” 

“Bye!”

You quickly shut your door and immediately press your back against the wood, sliding down until you’re resting on the floor with your knees pulled to your chest. You groan quietly, hands fisting your hair as you try to calm your racing heart. 

“God damnit,” you mutter. You close your eyes and all you see is Peter and his stupidly cute lopsided smile floating behind your eyelids. You sigh, and open your eyes to instead stare up at the ceiling. 

Maybe your crush is growing a little out of control. 

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It’s the following week when it happens again. 

One moment you’re sat in maths class, mindlessly scrawling the answers to the pop quiz (turns out Midtown is a breeze compared to the education you got on Asgard), and the next the hairs on the back of your neck are standing on end as a cold feeling of dread sweeps through you. Your eyes dart up, finding Peter’s from two rows of desks away, and a moment later the both of you leave the room without a word.

“What is it?” You ask him, digging through your bag as the two of you walk quickly down the corridor of the school. Luckily no one’s around to gawk as you pull out your sword and quickly change out your jumper for your cape.

“Looks like it’s those Chitauri scrappers again.” 

You’re at the end of the corridor now, and you peer out of the window to see Peter’s right: in the distance you recognise the same glowing purple light from the battle the week before. You eye the staircase to your right, and realise you’re on the fourth floor of the school.

“Race you?” You offer, hands already on the window sill. You jerk up the glass panes and feel the cool afternoon breeze rush onto you. The feeling of the wind on your skin is like no other - being the daughter of Thor, the God of Thunder, certainly has its perks. 

Peter grabs your shoulder just before you’re ready to launch out into the city. He’s traded his clothes for his suit, but his face is still there, a deep worried line between his eyebrows, his mouth pursed with worry. “Be safe.” 

His hand is on your shoulder, and he’s looking at you with such care and adoration that you just can’t help yourself. As if you’re two opposing magnets, suddenly his arms are around you and your mouth is on his, your lips connecting in a hot kiss. You melt into his body as you grab at his hair, his mouth feeling so good against yours. It feels like it lasts a blissful, wonderful infinity, but you know it’s only a few stolen seconds before you pull away. There’s a moment of silence, of you looking at him, and him looking at you, his head tilted a little to the side, and you know that a line in your friendship has been crossed. But is that such a bad thing?

“Last one there is a loser,” you say, after a moment. There’s a smile fixed to your face so strongly that you doubt you could drop it, even if you tried. You reach up and ruffle his hair before turning your back on him and launching yourself out of the window. 

Wind rushes past your face as you soar across the city, happy laughter escaping your mouth. Your sword hangs off your belt as you do a few spins through the air, just because you can, and you have to concentrate extremely hard in order to calm down from your unbelievable high as you approach the dangerous scrappers. The last time you’d had a run in with them, they’d scarpered before you and Peter could apprehend them, taking with them several thousands of dollars worth of alien weapons. Today, you can’t afford to let them get away. 

When you’re nearer the action zone, things pull into focus. It doesn’t look good. There are around twenty scrappers spread down the busy high street, but unlike last time, they are now equipped with the dangerous Chituari technology that they’d stolen from Tony’s lab. They have blasters of all shapes and sizes, and you can already see scorches on the side of buildings and rubble littering the streets. Though some of the Avenger team have already arrived, the civilians haven’t yet been cleared, and you feel your heart sink as you notice how near some of them are to the danger.

The communication device you’ve got shoved in your ear buzzes to life now you’re in the vicinity of the team, and it’s only a moment later that you get your instruction. “Y/N, clear the street with Peter. We’ve got this for now,” comes the stressed bark of Ironman. You mutter an affirmative agreement and quickly swoop down, landing on the street with a loud thump.

You begin scattering the crowd, using your sword to offer a barrier from any flying debris and laser beams that might harm the screaming people. After about a minute of your work, Peter shows up, swinging from between the towering buildings of the city before landing next to you. You hear him get similar instructions and look to him, flashing him a quick smile.

“I beat you,” you yell, voice rising above the noise. You continue to usher the civilians out of the street.

Peter scoffs, his voice static through your earpiece as he swings around, roping back the bricks and scaffolding that threaten to topple onto the street. “Barely,” he responds, breathless. 

The both of you work together until the street is cleared and all that remains is around ten of the scrappers. They’ve made some considerable damage, even with the Avenger team slowly taking them down. You survey the scene before shooting up into the sky and stretching out your hands. Time to do some real work.

Closing your eyes, you concentrate for a moment on the sky, imagining the power seeping from the clouds into your hands, building, building, building, until…

With a crack of thunder, you blast a large pile of their weaponry with a lightning bolt, causing a few of the scrappers to fly through the air, crashing into the ground where they remain motionless. You hear a few whoops in your earpiece and smile, but only for a moment, because a second later, you’re being shot at by four remaining canons, their dangerous purple strikes skimming uncomfortably close to you.

“Shit,” you mutter, zipping away. They seem intent to pull you from the sky, and with each second, you feel the strikes getting nearer to your skin. As you’re forced to concentrate on dodging them, getting in only the occasional blast at the ground, you hear the static voice of Tony in your ear again.

“You alright being our live bait up there?” He asks. “We have a game plan. Distract them.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, pausing to curse as you feel a blast graze your side. “Just hurry.” They’re getting angry now, and you watch as the scrappers focus in on you, seemingly oblivious to the rest of your team on the ground who are slowly approaching them and picking off the weaker outer members.

You continue to pirouette in the sky, doing your best to be a distracting force. After a few minutes alone, you feel the air shift and look behind you to see you’ve been joined by your father. “I can do this by myself,” you say, not unkindly. You watch him shrug.

“Looked like fun up here. Finally some challenge.”

And you work back to back, combining your strength as Gods of the Sky to pinpoint the few remaining scrappers on the ground, just as the ground team swing into action. Before you know it, there’s only one guy left, and he’s glaring up at you with such piercing hatred in his eyes that you feel a little scared. He has one final shot with his canon before he’s webbed up by Peter, but much to your horror, the blinding purple light of his weapon pierces into your leg and you tumble from the sky, pain ricocheting through your body as you curse. Too blinded by agony, you wait for the inevitable collision with the dusty concrete, eyes screwed shut. 

It never comes.

Instead, you feel chords of tight stringy material wrap around your body, and swing away from the ground. A moment later, you’re gently lowered to the road, and meet it with a soft oomph. You pry your eyes open and see layers of white sticky spider web wrapped around your entire body, and let out a watery laugh between the tears of pain. 

“This- This is gonna take me so long to get off,” you whine, clenching and unclenching your fists as you’re surrounded by the rest of the team. Your head lulls to the side, and your eyes find Peter, who’s now crouching by your head. At your feet, you see Tony, and feel a cold pressure on your leg as one of his machines gets to work stitching you up. Wincing bravely through the pain, you look pleadingly to Peter.

“I can help you,” he says, face white with worry. He keeps glancing to your leg. “Uh- that- that was really impressive,” he mutters, forcing his gaze to your eyes. Grasping the importance for distraction, he clears his throat. “Until the point where you got blasted out the sky, that is,” he adds. 

You laugh, the noise slightly strangled but still alight with appreciation. “It was epic,” you agree. “Did you get them all?” 

Peter nods, his fluffy hair shifting in the wind. “Yep. Got all the weapons too. They’re taking them all into custody now.” You look back and see Thor roughly shoving the remaining conscious men into the back of a van. 

“That’s your leg bandaged,” Tony announces. You look down and see him looking at you, arms crossed. “Try to stay off it for a few days. I know how you Asgardians are, so please, make sure to rest-”

Before he’s finished talking, you’re already on your feet, shaking out your leg as you marvel at his handiwork. It feels like brand new, the pain now just a distant throb. 

“Thanks,” you say, beaming.

“Rest it,” he threatens, shaking his finger at you before moving off to help the others.

And then it’s just you and Peter, alone in the middle of the carnage of the street, a pocket of serenity amidst the chaos. 

“Thanks for saving me,” you say, a little shy, now. You would’ve been fine if you’d crashed straight into the hard concrete, but you’re feeling particularly smitten now as you look at Peter, his face still pinched with an element of stress, but more relaxed now you’re up and about. 

“‘S okay. Said I’d save you, didn’t I?” He replies. He reaches out and pulls at some of the stringy web that still covers your body, and winces. “This might take a bit of work, though.”

You laugh, and stretch your hand out to where his is resting on your side. Your fingers wrap around his and you slowly intertwine them, a tentative movement until he pushes in against you, connecting your palms and squeezing your hand warmly.

“We make a pretty good team,” you say, swallowing nervously. You meet his eyes, his brown eyes warm and inviting, and feel your heart pulse in your chest.

“We do,” he agrees. He steps a little closer, cheeks blooming with a rosy pink. “Maybe we should work together again sometime.” 

You nod. He’s directly in front of you now, your hands still laced together. After a moment of just looking, you lean in and press a soft kiss to his waiting lips, your bodies slotting together gently, perfectly. It’s just a small kiss, but in the seconds that span out afterwards, your foreheads press together, and his breath fans out across your face. Your eyes are closed, and for a moment, you feel everything slotting together. 

“Oi!” There’s a holler from the end of the street, and you peel back from Peter to see your dad glaring at you. “Stop that.”

You laugh lightly. “Go away!” You respond, and quickly tug Peter in the opposite direction. “They’re going to be so annoying about this, aren’t they?” You mutter, jerking your head back in the direction of the team, whose eyes burn into your backs as you and Peter hurry away.

“Yep.” Peter rolls his eyes. “Guess we’ll just have to deal with it.”

You nod your head slowly, your heart feeling lighter than ever before. “I guess we will.” 

And what follows may or may not have involved a secluded alley and lots of kissing, but you’d never tell. 

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3rd Person POV

Beep Beep Beep.

The computer in the lab beeped as the dna was plugged into the system. Taking notice of the abnormal phenomenon Tony Stark examined the machine with curiosity. The data was intriguing, Y/N was far from normal.

Y/N POV

The tower loomed in the air as we approached, eager to put everything away. The elevator ride up to my floor was uneventful, except for Clint almost falling on his face. Exiting the elevator we all headed towards my room. The girls had promised to help me organize everything, and had dragged Clint along as well.

“Wow, this looks really good Y/N.” Entering the room Natasha took in the decoration style of my room.

 Setting the bags I was holding on to the bed I turned and faced Natasha, “Thanks.”

Seeing the task in front of us, we all looked to each other and decided we were going to need snacks. With Wanda getting candy from Tony’s secret stash, Natasha on chip duty, and Clint on sodas, I headed to find some popcorn. Thinking Tony probably had a supply somewhere, or at least knew where it should be I headed down to his lab.

“Hey Tony!” Deciding to engage in small talk rather than just start out with a question.

Tony seemed to hesitate as he turned around to face me, “I was looking for you. Have you seen Loki by any chance?”

“No, why?” Why would Tony be looking for me and then ask where Loki would be?

“Because I have something to tell you both,” Tony turned around and began to fiddle with one of his computers, telling me the conversation was over.

Deciding that the best course of action would be to find Loki I set off on a scavenger hunt around the compound. Trudging back to the elevator I pressed the button that I thought would take me to the floor that the library was on. Walking into the kitchen I found Natasha halfway in a cupboard. She was probably searching for more chips.

“Hey Natasha, have you seen Loki?” The redhead nearly smacked her head on the top of the cupboard as she flipped to see me in an overly dramatic fashion.

“No, why? You should stay away from him, he’s dangerous. He tried to take over New York. Not to metion he killed 80 people in two days.” Protective fear ran in her eyes in a near motherly fashion as she warned me of the potential danger of the Asgardian Prince.

“Tony wants to talk to us.” I gave her all the information I knew about the situation, not that it was much. I chose to ignore the spitfire of words that erupted from her mouth in an attempt to spare a fight.

“Last I saw he was in the Library, try there. But be careful.” At this she went back to looking for chips as I walked towards the elevator yet again. I hope this isn't what the day holds.

Thinking back on the tour I received upon my arrival I hopelessly searched for the library. Why are there so many hallways in this place? Or am I just going in circles. Everything looks the same, and there are no signs on the doors. My internal navigation system wasn't always the best, and this place was like a maze.

“Hello Lady Y/N, may I assist you? You appear lost.” The god of thunder asked me as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

“Have you seen your brother anywhere? Tony wants to talk to us.” I added the last part in in case Thor was going to go off like Natasha did, I wasn’t in the mood for a lecture from a god, or just a lecture in general.

“I do believe I last saw him in his room. Would you like me to escort you?” I nodded my head instead of actually using words, figuring he got the idea.

“Wonderful.” With that he motioned and we began to walk.

The walk was short and full of silence. To be honest, I never would have found my way if Thor hadn’t been walking me. Having approached the door, Thor took it upon himself to knock.

“What do you want?” The accented voice of the asgardian prince called out from inside of his room.

“The Man of Iron wishes to speak with you.” Thor’s voice boomed like thunder on the empty hallway.

“Tell Stark I decline.” The nerve of some people, I didn't spend so much time just to get a half-hearted response of dismissal.

Using my magic to open the door I bust straight in, seething with pent up rage. “Look here, I just spent the better part of 15 minutes chasing you down so that Tony can tell us whatever he needs to. I had plans, and my new friends are probably wondering where I am. So you just need to suck it up buttercup and come with me down to the lab.”

“Feisty. Let’s go.” Loki immediately walked out the door, not even waiting for me to follow.

The walk to the lab was quiet, with the two asguardians giving each other wary glares. The tension was high, and I was afraid it could snap of it’s own free will. Finally reaching the lab doors we all walked through, or attempted to. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going and ran straight into the glass sliding door. Brushing myself off from the fall I stood back up again, ignoring the pain. No way was I looking weak in front of the avengers.

The commotion caused Tony to look at us, realizing we had arrived. “Hey Thor, I got this from here. It doesn't really concern you so feel free to leave. Actually, just leave”

With a curt nod Thor left the room, leaving Tony, Loki, and me alone in the lab. Gesturing to chairs Loki and I sat down, while Tony paced nervously around the computers in front of him. Seemingly at a loss for what to say.

“I have something to tell you, and it’s going to change your lives forever.” Wringing his hands as one would a wet dish towel Tony seemed to ponder over the next words to leave his mouth, as if he didn't just drop a big cliff-hangar on us.

“Well out with it. You can’t just say that and leave us hanging.” Loki impatiently pointed out, and I had to agree.

Pulling up something on his computer, Tony began to explain. “So, I was putting Y/N’s DNA into the system and there was an anomaly. Her DNA matched another resident of the tower. That resident was you, Loki.” Tony took a deep breath as he waited for us to understand what he had implied.

“What does that mean?” The asgardian prince asked out loud while I pondered in my head the implications of this bombshell.