#soulcember

Takes place during the battle of New York

The ground under you shook, debris fell everywhere. You tried to jump and avoid it, only to clumsily land on the ground and skin your knee, you groaned in pain, road rash burned.

You heard manic laughter from above you. Looking up, you saw the man responsible for the destruction of your home. He was flying around on one of those alien hovercrafts, green and black clothing flowing with him in the wind. Your blood boiled at the sight of him.

He, apparently, could feel your glare on him, he looked at you and smirked. He then called for two of his alien friends and pointed towards you. Seeing that, fear seized your entire being and you scrambled to get up and run. You got up and ran, it burned and everything hurt. Not being able to run very fast, due to something being dislocated or broken, the aliens caught you very quickly. You scratched and clawed and dragged your feet no matter how much it hurt. You knew they would kill you, what else would they be doing? But you didn't want it to end like this. Fat tears ran down your face and you let out an ugly sob.

You were young, 26, you worked your butt off to pay rent and live, your job being an artist, you worked with everything you could, to oils and paints to clay and paper. You had too much ahead of you to die. There was that gallery next week, dozens of people willing to pay for your work. You sent a quick prayer, knowing that is was unlikely, that your artwork survived this, even if you wouldn't.

The aliens hit you with something and made it made you fall limp, you were dead weight, and unable to move; your head fell to your dominant side. The aliens brought you to the man responsible. You glared at him with all your might from your tilted point of view. He sent the aliens to a hiding place to keep you till he needed you. They held a grotesque hand over your face to keep you quiet.

The man laughed as the so called "Avengers" neared him.

"Loki, you do not need to do this!" Yelled the one in the red cape, "Come home, brother!"

"Do you not understand, Thor?" Loki started, almost lightheartedly before twisting his face and yelling back,"I am not your brother!" Loki beckoned for the aliens to bring you forth, your sobbing getting louder as they uncovered your mouth.

"Help... help..." you croaked, facce red and wet.

The Avengers looked shocked, for lack of a better word. They were surprised Loki would take someone hostage.

"We're going to help you, ok? We will." Said the Black Widow. You couldn't get anything other than a choked sob out.

"Why? Why, Loki?" Shouted Thor, as Loki made a move in your direction.

"Why? Because I can!" Loki went to grab you and hold up your weight, but was seemingly pushed back when sparks flew where he touched you. You hissed in pain, not being able to see it.

Loki's and the Avengers eyes widened.

"What was that?!" Seethed Loki, "you're playing any tricks on me, are you?!"

"... Soulmates? You're telling me, this homicidal maniac, has a soulmate?" Iron Man looked between your teary face and said homicidal maniac before looking at his teammates.

"Please just stop," was the soft cry from you, "I just wan' go home." They could barely hear you.

Loki looked at you, hearing Iron Man's words, in a new light almost.

"...Soul... mates?" He breathed to himself, he had heard legends of soulmates. Those destined to be together, made specifically by Fate for eachother. He never thought he would have one.

"No way! Why would I have one? With a mere mortal, no less!" Loki denied.

"Trust me, we're questioning it too!" Hawkeye yelled.

That was the last thing you heard before passing out.

You woke to the smell of antiseptic and the sound of a heart moniter. The walls were white, but the lights were turned off. Beside you sat the Black Widow, in something that wasn't her suit from the battle.

"Hey," she smiled at you, "(y/n)? Right?" She asked. You nodded. "I'm Natasha."

"What happened?"

She sighed, "Well, it's a long story. A very long one, but I guess you do have the time." Her lips pursed. "I'll get Tony, he'll explain it better than I can." She came back not too long later with two men in tow.

"(Y/n), this is Tony, he's the one paying for your treatment."

You nearly forgot, "Wait, what's wrong with me, again?"

"Well," Tony began, "a lot, really, a concussion, three broken ribs, a fractured wrist, to name a few. And for another, this homicidal maniac is your soulmate."

You blinked, looking the slight sense of serenity the quiet of the hospital gave you. "Wait, what."

"Don't worry, we're all trying to wrap our heads around it. But yeah, this guy here," Tony slapped Loki's back, causing him to almost choke, "is your soulmate."

“Don’t say that,” you snapped. “Out of everyone in the world, he can’t be my soulmate. He’s evil!”

“Excuse me,” Loki scoffed. “I object to the term 'evil'. I just happen to have a different perspective of right and wrong than you.”

"I can't believe this..." You muttered, "You destroyed my home, of course I would call you evil!"

He looked odd, guilty even, at the mention of the physical state of New York. "Look, I'm uh, I'm sorry about that..."

"As you should be!" You were bewildered, there was no possible way this guy was made to be with you.

"Well, we'll just leave you too soulmates-"

"Don't call us that!" You screamed at Tony.

"-To have some time to talk, Ciao!" Tony bolted out of the door with Natasha in hand.

"I really am sorry, you know." Loki sheepishly said to you a minute or so after Tony and Natasha left.

You glared at him, "You're going to have to do better than that. Sorry doesn't cut it!"

He looked down, "But I don't know how to fix it."

You looked at your sheets, “Well you’d better figure it out soon.”

“I’ve waited too long to meet my soul mate. I’m not waiting any longer. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix everything.” He grabbed your hand and forced you too look him in the eye. You could still feel tingles from his touch.

“Promise?” You looked to him, desperately wanting to believe him.

Ok, me and my friend @blue-dandelion-annie have decided to create Soulcember. The idea came from inktober and the like in which there are daily themes to create something. 

For Soulcember, each day (minus a few since December is always busy) you write a Soulmate AU Oneshot based around that days’ theme. There are 26 themes total, but you don’t have to do all of them. @blue-dandelion-annie and I both request that you tag or @ us in your story so that we can see (unless it’s NSFW)! What you write can be from some fandom, or characters all your own, or Xreaders. You can post your stories on anything you want, we would just like some recognition. 

The goal here is to have fun while getting practice writing daily. 

Happy Soulcember!!!

Day 1: Immortal; AU in which neither age after eighteen so that they can grow old together. 

Day 2: First Words; AU in which the first words they speak to each other is tattooed on their body. 

Day 3: Count Down; AU in which there is a timer on their body that counts down until they meet.

Day 4: Red; AU in which a red string ties their pinkies together that only they can see. 

Day 5: Feel Your Pain; AU in which when one of them gets hurt, the other feels it too. 

Day 6: Taste; AU in which anything one of them tastes, the other can also taste.

Day 7: Colorful; AU in which they are unable to see color until they meet, the color fades with one of their deaths. 

Day 8: Voice in My Head; AU in which they can hear the others’ voice in their head.

Day 9: The Musical Episode!; AU in which when one is singing, the other MUST join in. 

Day 10: Sparks Fly; AU in which they feel physical sparks within their body when they touch the other. 

Day 11: Re-Do; AU in which they are reincarnated until they get a happy ending together. 

Day 12: Despite It All; AU in which they are NOT soulmates, though are in a soulmate universe, but decide to stay together anyways. 

Day 13: As Your Eyes; AU in which they cannot see the color that their soulmate’s eyes are until they first see their soulmate’s eyes. 

Day 14: Historical; AU in which they pair have reincarnated, but in the past one was a famous artist and the other was the primary subject of their work. The paintings were preserved in many museums. 

Day 15: Flashes; AU in which they see glimpses of the other’s life until they meet. 

Day 16: Find My Way; AU in which they have a compass (either tattooed on their body or a physical object) that points to their soulmate. 

Day 17: Steps; AU in which the number of steps until they reach their soulmate are tattooed on their body. 

Day 18: A Wish Your Heart Makes; AU in which they see their soulmate in their dreams every night. 

Day 19: Friends and Foes; AU in which they have one name on each wrist. One name is their soulmate and their other is their lifelong enemy. They do not know which is which. 

Day 20: Long Lost; AU in which whatever one loses inevitably ends up in the soulmate’s possession. 

Day 21: Throwback Thursday; AU in which the pair were in the same area, yet did not met, so they both relieve the same day until they meet. 

Day 22: Ink; AU in which anything drawn or tattooed on their body appears on their soulmates. (This can also include cuts and/or bruises if desired.)

Day 23: Last Words; AU in which the last words their soulmate says to them in tattooed on their arm. 

Day 24: DIY; AU in which you, the author, either come up with your own AU or simply redo a previous AU. 

Day 25: Mistletoe; AU in which the pair meet during the winter season (or on Christmas) and mistletoe begins to grow around them. 

Day 26: Happy New Year!; AU in which every year on New Year’s Day, they spend two minutes within their soulmates body. 

Hey guys! Sorry for being late! December really snuck up on us didn't it? Uh, so mines a little long, so I'll have to have a part two. Sorry for the inconvenience!***

It can take a long time to realize you're, for all instances and purposes, immortal. Born in 1902, you could testify to that, especially when going through the motions of the Roaring Twenties, with all the secret alcohol and the unforgettable parties; it was easy to forget. Until all your friends got their first grays together, and then  kids, and then grand kids, and then even a few great grand kids. While you were still stuck at 18.

And then time just kept going, and going, and going. And you were not going with it. Everything slowly changed, from your grand 20s apartment to the way the world thought. The cynic you were only grew stronger with time.

Your apartment changed, not too much in decor, but in electricity and pricing definently. Your job after retirement changed from a classic canary to a museum exhibition manager, your most recent best friend ran the museum and gladly hired you for your vast knowledge of the 20s onwards.

When you were younger, your mother told you that when you meet your soulmate, you'll just know. The outward signs didn't matter, you'll feel it in your soul, she would say. But by now you were thoroughly convinced that you didn't have one. People without soulmates tended to age normally; you were the only known outlier. It was possible that you just hadn't met him yet and he was facing the same circumstances as you; you didn't get your hopes up.

Walking into your apartment, your heart gave a jump. Casually sitting on your sofa was Nick Fury, the grandson of an old friend of yours.

Holding your hands to your heart, you said,"Nick...you gave me a heart attack!"

"I've been doing this for how long now? And you still get surprised? Well, whatever problem you need to sort with yourself, do it soon. We need you back." He said.

"Nick..." you sat down on the odoman, "I don't think I can... it's been so long, they've had their time with me. I'm too old for this stuff now. I'm retired."

"You really think I'm gonna believe that? Ms. Goes-to-a-party-every-weekend? If anything you're too old for that!"  He said dramatically.

You rolled your eyes, "you know what I mean... I'm tired, Nick."

"Whatever. But, if you're in the neighbohood, Stark is hosting something big on Friday, come if you want in," he handed you an invitation. It was cute with little rings decorating the elaborate card. You nodded your thanks and goodbye.

Throughout the rest if the week, your feet found themselves conviently  passing the Avenger Tower. If anyone promised a good party with just their name, it would be a Stark. Even his father had good parties, you remembered.

Everything in you sprang with glee at the prospect of going to one. You knew that Nick was doing this on purpose. He had been keeping an eye on you, just watching, waiting to recruit you back. Every second spent just thinking about the excitement of the party, was another second thinking about the mission toll. Your favorite dress and your favorite suit. Both if which, you were itching to put on again. And you were just plain itching to go.

"You win this time Nicholas Fury..." muttering to yourself, you walked to your apartment to get ready for what was bound to end wild.

Walking into the renound Tower was a little less than breath taking, you've seen better; but at the same time, nothing was as well decorated with lights and tinsel and red and gold orbs and little bells.

Your heart jumped with adrenaline, already ready to fight to the line to the bar. Your feet danced with the urge to find someone for the Charleston, but you knew no one would. So you settled for some expensive champagne and sat down next to some nice blond dude, who appeared to be around your age (but you never know here) drinking the same thing.

A fork was hit against a glass calling everyone to attention. Tony stood on his little soap box ready to profess.

"Thank you all for being here. It means a lot to Pepper and I...."

Tony went on for a while about how amazing Pepper was and the privilege he had to be marrying her soon. You didn't really care for the sappy stuff, so you zoned out thinking of your soulmate, or lack thereof, again.

After a night of dancing with strange people and drinking even stranger things, you passed out on Tony Stark's plush couch. At least it was a nice couch.

When you woke up, you were still on the couch, this time with a blanket. You groggily looked around and saw that guy from the bar.

"You loo... familiar... have I... seen you before?" You slurred, eyes half closed and heavy. Your voice still raspy from the night.

The man looked at you with a raised eyebrow. You felt a rush before passing out again.

The next time you woke up, you had a major headache. A hangover, you recognized. The feeling of intense nausea and the world closing in was unmistakable. You'd know it from a mile away. Your placement hadn't moved, or your blanket, only the river of drool. You cringed and tried to wipe it with your blanket.

You felt your hair and yawned, it was all over the place. Stretching some more, you see the people gathered in the room.

"This chick is our new teammate?!" One of them said, you were too dead to figure out who.

"This "chick" has fifteen different degrees in science and communications, she is one of the most intelligent people in the world and was an important S.H.I.E.L.D. operative for years, best in her field," said Nick, that one you could make out.

"This chick is awake now, where's your Advil?" You interrupted. The people in the room looked alarmed, you raised an eyebrow. "For some of the most cautious people in the world, you sure are startled easily."

"We'll go discus this somewhere else," said Tony to Nick, "Cap, you stay here and watch."

The nice blonde dude from the bar, who had been dubbed as "Cap",  nodded as all the others went to follow.

"So, 'Cap, wanna get me some Advil?"

The moment he looked at you everything fallen apart came back together. Everything rushed and yearned and urged. You could see his pupils dilating and figured yours were doing the same.

"I still need that Advil..."

The ruining of the moment had caused something to snap back into place.

"Right..."

Soon, he came back with a bottled water and two pills. You nodded your thanks at him as you downed the pills and the water.

"Wow." The Cap shook his head.

"What's wrong, sweetheart, am I not what you expected me to be?" You sassed, hoping that he wouldn't reject you.

"Ma'am, it's just... I'm a hundred years old," he said with his head down.

"Hun, if it makes you feel any better, I'm a hundred and fifteen. Trust me, I know how it feels."

"It's just," he took a breath, "Now? Of all times?" Suddenly he felt small again.

"What better time than the present!" You started, "Now, I have a lot of explaining to say to my boss, I'm late! So, for times' sake: I'm (Y/N)(L/N), I'm your soulmate, apparently I'm joining your team? I'm a little fuzzy on that, but yeah..."

"Steve Rogers, ma'am, I've waited a long time for this," he said, "if your going so soon, at least let me walk you to where your going?"

A door closing caught your attention, whipping your head around, you saw Nick and the other Avengers, minus three.

"You aren't going nowhere! Get your butts back in these chairs!" Nick yelled at you both. "(Y/N), your joining this team, so you don't need that job, I've already broke the news to your boss."

"Nick-" you started, but got interupted.

"Nu-uh, my turn. And you have the option of living here, but i know how unbelievingly attached you are to that thing you call the building that you live in." You rolled your eyes.

He handed you a packet of folders. "Here, read this. You'll need to know everything in it."

Takes place in the 40s

You had been sitting in the cinema on a Friday afternoon with your best friend when the salty taste of popcorn suddenly didn't taste like popcorn anymore. It was, strawberries? Artificially flavored, but the general taste was strawberries. Then it was mint. And then back to strawberries. And then mint. It went back and forth, sometimes more lengthier than others.

You needed to think about it for a second, what could your soulmate be eating that switched taste so frequently? Everything you could think of got crossed of, their taste lingers, and nothing has that much of an after taste differentiation. 

You got a different question, what activity could he be doing? And when it doned on you, you were appalled.

He was kissing someone?!

You blushed, embarrassed at the thought. You wished there was some way to find your soulmate, knock him upside the head, and tell him to stop.

You slid down your chair and groaned quietly.

"What's wrong?" (y/f/n) whispered to you, internally annoyed because the movie was just now getting good.

"My soulmate... is kissing someone." You complained.

"That's too bad, now shush." She said.

You rolled your eyes, "yes ma'am." She gave you a look telling you to be quiet.

You took in a mouthful of popcorn hoping to get rid of the taste in your mouth. Fortunately the activities of your soulmate didn't last long and you could enjoy your snack.

The movie ended quickly, and soon enough you were parting ways with (y/f/n) and heading to hang out with your two best friends, Steve and Bucky.

"I could not get the taste of popcorn out of my mouth, I was kissing this beautiful doll, she had just put on strawberry chapstick, but all I could think of was popcorn." Bucky complained as you were walking in to meet them.

"What now?" You quirked an eyebrow.

They looked in your direction as you came in, "(y/n)! There you are! Bucky was just complaining." Steve explained.

"About what?" You asked, not totally sure you wanted to know.

The man himself was more than happy to explain to his second best friend, "I was kissing this girl, who had just put on strawberry chapstick, and I couldn't stop tasting popcorn instead."

The situation in your head sounded awfully familiar.

"Huh," you said, "your soulmate must've been in the cinema, Buck. I dunno why you insist on not waiting for her, the poor girl..."

He rolled his eyes, "not everyone can be like you too," he pointed at you and Steve, "or as patient."

"That's not the point, Bucky, it's not that we're patient, but that we want to be able to devote. If you keep this up, you're gonna get commitment issues." You deadpanned. "And honestly, I'm about to stop."

Steve and Bucky looked at you oddly, "What's wrong, (y/n)? What do you mean 'about to stop'?" Steve said.

"It's really not that important," you stated before they both gave you a look, "Ok, fine, fine, my soulmate hasn't been waiting for me quite as patiently as I have been for him."

"How can you tell?" Bucky asked.

You blushed, not really wanting to say it out loud, "it's been going on for a while, I mean, it's hard not to notice when it changes from the normal mint, to strawberry, as was the case today, as rapidly as it did.

"So when it happened at the cinema, I tried to drown it in popcorn, it didn't work and (y/f/n) got annoyed."

Steve raised his eyebrows and looked between you and Bucky, wondering if you two had spotted the similarities in stories... nope, you two were clueless. But he wasn't about to tell you that.

"I'm sorry to hear that, (y/n), looks like both our soulmates can't give us a break, huh?" Bucky gave you sympathetic eyes.

"Yeah, it's whatever though, I'm sure he has his reasons, yours was probably sick of what you were doing and tried to drown it in... popcorn." You slowed down, realization coming down on you and halting what you were saying.

While it's possible that Bucky's soulmate was in the cinema at the same time you were. And it's possible that your soulmate was kissing someone with strawberry chapstick at the same time Bucky was. It was highly unlikely the universe was that lazy.

Takes place in 1957

You took a glance at the words written on your wrist as it moved back and forth between quarters and halves and eighths. "If music be the food of love, play on."

When you were younger and more vulnerable it had inspired your love for music and Shakespeare. As you got older, it made you question everything. Why would someone open with that? Why Shakespeare? And later, how did these words appear?

You knew that the words were some sort of soul mark, you knew that they were the first words your soulmate said to you. But you didn't know how they got there. Or where they came from.

And even later, you grew to the point of not caring. You still thought and questioned; just on other things, you had grown weary of questions you could not answer.

The words on your wrist inspired your love for music and Shakespeare. Those in turn, inspired your love for learning. You learned all kinds of things when you were younger. Ballet, many different instruments, and you definentely couldn't say you were uneducated.

More thoughts of soulmates reached your head again. Most people met their soulmate at a relatively young age, the average was 14. But here you were, 24 and hadn't caught hide nor hair of this soulmate guy.

Here you were playing violin on the side of the street. Letting the chords and intervals be that of what you were thinking about. Nearly everyday you'd go out on the same street corner of your beloved Chicago and play something.

People came and went, occasionally placing some money in your case. None of them would catch your eye, you keep playing. But something does, however, it was a tall man across the street with long and wavy honey blonde hair. He was pale and his eyes (that shined like an actual topaz jewl) pierced through everything. He continued looking at you. You raised am eyebrow at him, did he have a problem?

You blinked and then he was walking towards you. You other eyebrow joined the other as he knealt to put some change in your case, it was more than most people have put in. As he came back up, you stopped playing, resting your bow against your dress. You looked at him curiously; he oddest things were on his neck and arms, you wondered if anyone could see it, reckoning that if they did a lot of people would be staring much too openly.

"If music be the food of love, play on," he said to you, his voice like silk, soft and smooth; with a slight southern accent. Your eyes widened. And you couldn't help but finish the quote.

"Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die... You know Shakespeare?"

The man smirked, good heartedly, "Why yes ma'am I do."

"Uh, me too, sir."

You were captivated by him, and his topaz eyes, and how his voice sounded like silk; you were enraptured by the scars on his arms and neck, wondering what could've happened to him to get something so horrific, but captivating.

"And I do believe I owe you a trip to the parlor?" He asked you. It took you a second to realize he was essentially asking you on a date, and when you did your heart jumped.

"Oh, yes, uh, sure... just let me pack up my stuff real quick."

"I'm Jasper... Hale," he said.

"(Y/N) (L/N)" you told him, "now, I know this really good place a little ways from here..." he held out his arm for you after you finished.

"Do you?"

Loki could not believe the situation he was in. He had been allowed out of his prison under one condition, and him, being the silly person he was, jumped too soon and agreed before he knew what the condition was. He had to be supervised at all times. When he was this close to meeting his soulmate, he had to have a babysitter.

Growing up, he had a curiousness about the little clock stuck on his wrist. After some (much) reading, he stumbled upon a book about the Midgardians and their idea about soulmates. Their entire culture fit around it; some had a clock, some had words, others were lucky enough to have names, there were many different ones. Very few beings in the other seven realms had these so called soulmarks, or soulmates. And if they did, their soulmate was human.

"Brother! Follow me!" The oaf spoke out to him.

Loki rolled his eyes and sneered, quietly mocking Thor under his breath, "Brother! Over here! Brother! Follow! Brother! Brother! Brother!" He said in a high pitched voice, and tried to "force" strangle him.

"While we art here," Thor glared back at him, leading into a doorway. "It is expected of the both of us to behave as we best should, no exceptions, brother mine."

"Yes, yes, whatever," Loki muttered, too bothered with his clock than whatever Thor said.

The room they were in was clearly one of those Midgardian interrogation rooms. It was dimly lit, there were a few computers and a giant window, except the people inside could not see through said window. Inside sat you, wearing an old black hoodie, your hair messy and eyes red. You were being interrogated by a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative, but not once did you move your mouth, or even your eyes. Eventually the operative let you go back into your holding cell.

For a reason Loki couldn't fathom, he was compelled to you. Why were you crying? Why were you in a holding cell being interrogated? He did not know the answer, and he hates not knowing.

Finding his resolve, he made his way to in the direction he knew your cell to be in.

"I'll be back..." Loki looked back at Thor and smirked. "Brother."

Thor was surprised, but let him pass; hoping that his dear brother would be reasonable in whatever he decided to do.

Of course, that is not what Loki did at all. He marched his way to the cell with his clock ticking down; one second after the other. Finding the cell, he saw you.  In your ruddy jeans and old hoodie, glaring at the ground you continued to look upset and ignore him.

"What's got you so down?" He asked, oh how he wanted to know.

You glanced up but didn't bother to answer him, no; instead, you asked him something.

"What's it to you?"

That made Loki freeze for a second.

"I'm merely curious," he pretended to be occupied by some sphere in his pocket.

You sighed. "I was supposed to meet my soulmate today."

"How unfortunate, but what makes you think you can't still meet him? I know S.H.I.E.L.D is good, but they're not good enough to delay the fate of what's already written."

You scoffed. "Whatd'you know?"

"Well, I was also supposed to meet mine today, but so far, you're the only person I've met whose clock just turned to zero." Loki smirked as you bolted up.

"You?! You're my soulmate?" Your (e/c) eyes glared up at Loki before widening, it was the first time they made eye contact and it made his blood rush. Apparently your's too, as a blush was clear on your face before you looked back down, avoiding his gaze.

"Yes, do you have s problem with that?" He turned fully towards you and gripped the sphere.

"N-no!" You stammered, eyes dropping and blush increasing.

"Well, if you don't have a problem," he caught your eyes again. "Then come with me. I can get you out of here."

Your eyebrows rose, "Can you? For sure?"

Loki's eyebrow twitched, "Of course I can, I've been in the same position as you many times before. I know my way around things!"

You gave a short laugh, "then why do you continue to get caught! Amature!"

"What," he gripped the ball tighter. "I'm no amature!"

"Sure, sure," you rolled your eyes. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Whatever, do you want with me or not!"

You looked up at him again, "I'm in, why not. I've got nothing to loose."

"First, what's your name?"

"(Y/n) don't bother with my last name, just (y/n). And yours?"

"Loki, don't bother with the last name."

You laughed, and it made his heart tingle with glee.

***

Two years later and the both of you were causing havoc across the globe. Of course, only small little things, not things that would draw Thor anywhere close to them.

Two years later, and like you predicted, Loki always had to do something to get back onto the radar.

"Wow, what a nice change of scenery." He said with a stupid smile on his face. 

"It's a prison cell." You stated, glaring at him.

"I was being sarcastic! Call it a gift for making me wait a millennia for you!"

You gasped, smiling. "You did not? Did you?"

It was an uneventful afternoon in the Avengers tower, they were all drinking and having a merry time just talking about random things. As it turns out, Cap can see the Red String of Fate. Of course, he refused to reveal were, or who, it lead to. This brought up the topic of soulmates. Suddenly, the conversation was all about it.

"So, Thunder Thies," Tony started, leaning in his seat on the couch. "Have you met yours?"

Thor thought back to a long time ago. A very, very, long time ago. When sickness plagued the Earth, and when people still had narrowed eyes. Before the skies were covered in smoke. Even before the pop tarts he loved.

Everyone has the invisible red string connecting them to their soulmate, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. This thread may stretch, tangle, but it will never break. Most people couldn't see it. But you could see how yours reached past the sky and into the heavens.

Into Asgard.

You were a seventeen year old peasent girl who lived in the woods off of Yorkshire, England in 1427; the Medieval time period. Your parents had died of disease a few years earlier, in '22, to the plague. Many of the locals considered you odd for the ability to be able to see the Threads; you decided that you didn't like them anyways and went to live in the woods, alone.

Everyday, you went out to a hillside to watch the stars and your Thread. It seemed like a fragment in reality, the striking red against the night sky. That was until the Thread fell slack. Whoever your soulmate was, they were no longer in the heavens. They were on Earth. And it pointed east.

Your heart thumped as your eyes widened, and your jaw clenched and swallowed. While you were still mentally debating to go after him, your legs made the decision for you and carried you in the direction the Thread was pointing. The sun was setting, and your resolved hardened. You needed to find him.

You ran and ran and ran, tripping over your boots in erratic movements, your dress getting dragged between your ankles; you continued the way the Thread led. Needless and boundless, your curiousness ran rampant and free. Like a child on their birthday, you ran. You ran halfway through the woods, going in the opposite direction of your house. You ran until your feet ached for relief and your lungs for air.

And there you saw him, camping out by himself. And you were faced with the anxiety. You didn't know how to approach him, how were you to tell him that you are his soulmate? That you knew because you could see the Threads? Was he just supposed to take your word for it?

He turned in your direction and you hid behind a tree.

"Who's there?" He demanded, having seen you.

"I do, i do apologize..." you stammered.

"Well, come out," he said, waving his hands in your direction.

You felt the blood rush to your face at his appearance. He was in armour you hadn't seen before. It was not the kind of the guards behind the palace gate, but it was formed like the Greeks or Romans many years before. A scarlet cape hung over his shoulders. And he had long golden hair that hung beside blue blue blue eyes. He was clearly nobility. You felt the need to bow or something, but refrained yourself.

"Oh, um, sorry, for intruding... uh, I just, I just." You couldn't get the words out, you thought that when in contact with your soulmate you would know. You guessed it was a little more complicated that that. He raised an eyebrow at your pitiful attempt, and you broke.

"Sorry, I will just, I will just get going now..." You got out and started walking backwards towards your house, which you now realize was over a mile away.

"You have got to be kidding me," you muttered to yourself, but begrudgingly started the trek. It was already past night fall, and it would take more than a while to get there.

"Wait," the man stopped you in your tracks, "spend the night here, it's not safe to be alone."

"No, no, it's alright, I'm used to being alone..." You assured.

"Well, I insist." The man smiled.

"Uh, than, thank you?" You tentatively smiled back.

The night was full of unsureness and the sounds of cicadas. Well, those and his snoring.

"Would you like to stay in my house for your stay?" You asked him the next morning, feeling much braver.

He seemed to think about it for a second, but he agreed.

The man (Thor, you eventually learned his name was), stayed for a few months. In that time the two of you had grown close. You dearly wished to tell him of the Thread, but you didn't know how. You were afraid of rejection, and denial, and everything that came with it. You were also afraid of love. You had never been in a relationship before, on the off chance he didn't reject you, you didn't know how to maintain that kind of thing.

"I'm going out!" You shouted to him, knowing he was somewhere in the house.

You heard slightly panicked movement,"Wait! Let me come with you!" Thor said. You waited by to door for him, holding a flower basket.

"I'm just going to collect herbs, you don't need to come with me you know," you told him as he approached.

"Yes, but it makes me feel better." He looked down at you, making you blush.

"Al-alright then,"

As you walked to the field were you gathered, Thor struckup conversation.

"I am afraid to say, that my stay here is coming to an end." He looked around and squinted in the sun light.

"That's unfortunate, why were you here in the first place?" You asked, looking up at him and being dreadfully thankfully that your Thread was no longer hanging around.

"My father had sent me to come and observe the Midgardians and their behaviors."

You looked at him curiously, "right."

"What about you?" He asked.

You raised an eyebrow. "what do you mean?"

"Why were you there that night? The night you found me?" He looked into your eyes, and you just couldn't help but answer everything they asked.

"You know the Threads? The ones that hang off of a persons little finger, connects them to their soulmate, invisible to the eye?" He nodded, "Well, I can see them. It's a gift many of the women in my family have had over the generations.

"The reason I had found you over there is because my Thread had always stretched past the sky, past the heavens. It was like it had no end. But then it fell slack and it was leading me in the direction of my Destined. And well, it kind of led me to you?"

Thor wasn't shocked it seemed, he wasn't so much shocked as he was astonished. The beautiful and kind  stranger, was his soulmate. He would be ecstatic, except he had to leave soon.

"I will come back for you." Thor said, "I promise that."

You smiled your thanks at him and when he left, you got to kiss him goodbye.

And over the next year, he came to visit for a little every once in a while. He even introduced you to his beloved brother and his friends, the Warriors Three and Lady Sif. But by the last visit, you had fallen awfully sick with Typhoid Fever. And you were unable to recover, no one expected you to. And Thor was unable to save you in time.

It is alright, my love," you told him, "I count it all joy I get to spend my last moments with you."

He held your hand as you closed your eyes for what would be the last time.

The other Avengers looked at him curiously.

"Thor?" Asked Natasha, "you alright there?"

Thor thought carefully of his answer, "I, I am fine and, yes I have met her." He leaned back and looked up, imagining what her Thread would have looked like. "A long time ago."

"You're finally here! I missed you so much!" She breathed, letting go.

"I missed you too, Joey."

 "Him and his brother will be here tomorrow, mom called them in for a visit; they don't know why yet. And by the way, his name's not David."

"What? What is it then?" You asked, trying not to sound to desperate. 

"'M not telling," she gave you a cheeky smile,"you'll have to figure it out, like us normal people."

"But I don' wanna!" You whined, giving her the puppy eyes. 

"Nope! You will wait."

The day passed by quickly, courtesy of Jo running around and dragging you along, filling your day with helping out at the restaurant and chilling in her room. You almost felt like a kid again. The two of you stayed up all night talking about soulmates and how you couldn't wait to meet yours and talk some sense into her's. You talked about how she didn't tell you his name and how badly you wanted to know (spoiler alert: a lot). Your night ended at two a.m. with dreams of strong arms holding you. 

Jo and you awoke when Ellen came in her room, "Girls, they've been here for nearly an hour, are you gonna get up or what?" 

"Wha- what time is it?" You yawned. 

"It's 12 o' 6," Jo reflexively yawned back at you, "we had a late night, mom, we'll be down in a minute."

"M'k, if you say so, but know that if you aren't down here in ten, I'll pull the both of you by the ear no matter what you're wearing." Ellen walked out.

The two of you looked at each other for a second before bolting to get ready. It didn't take long for you to be scrambling out the door to the common area in a tee shirt and jeans. Once you got there, your stomach growled, signally your presence to everyone in the room. 

"Uh, hi." You awkwardly waved to the three new people.

Jo quickly took the lead, "This is (y/n) (l/n), she's a friend of mine."

The tallest one nodded at you and smiled, "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother, Dean,"  Dean looked over smiled at you and waved. "And over there, that's Bobby." Clearly the oldest one, him and Ellen left to go talk by themselves. 

"Hey...uh, nice to meet you both. So, uh, how do you know the Harvelle's?"

"Oh, our dad's were old hunting buddies, I guess." Dean said, his eyes were prettier in person.

You started walking over to create a circle for conversation, "That's cool--Ah!" Jo had tripped you and you hit a chair before landing on the ground, you definitely  bruised more than a few things.

Dean grunted and knit his eyebrows together in slight pain as Jo helped you back up.

"Joey! That hurt!" You whined, she just laughed. 

He looked back at Sam, both having saw the hand-shaped scar on your shoulder, completely identical to his. 

"Uhm, where, where did you get that?" Dean asked.

You blushed, "Oh, it's uh, it's from my soulmate." Already knowing it was him really added to the  humiliation factor.