you’re my achilles heel - chapter 16 ; mosaic broken hearts - part iii
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pairing: bucky barnes x original female character, previous steve rogers x original female character
genre: hurt/comfort and angst, romance, smut, light fluff
rating: explicit (eighteen and older!! minors, please dni!!!)
status: in progress
chapter title: and when i’m feeling alone, you remind me of home
word count: 7,048
chapter excerpt: if time moved fast after halloween, those few weeks between thanksgiving and christmas came at warp speed. suddenly, it was december and lights were up across the city. the rockefeller center tree had been flown in from somewhere in the northern reaches of vermont and decorated with lights and bulbs before being ceremoniously lit as it had every year for almost a century before—how bizarre it was to be reminded that bucky and steve had been alive to see the first one ever placed.
now steve was making up for all those he’d missed somewhere in the past, while bucky remained in the present.
unlike the massive white spruce that stood nearly a hundred feet tall in midtown, maggie needed to be on the lookout for one that was a bit more modest and petite, something that could fit through her front door and in her living room easily. so, she’d ventured to a parking lot turned tree shop and dragged bucky along for the adventure.
List of Characters I Will Include in Natasha & Yelena Fics in Order of Characters I’m Most to Least Comfortable Writing:
The Barton Family
Friendships or Ships That I Will Include/Mention in Fics:
Any Friendship or Familial Bond with the Above Characters Listed
Peter Parker/Michelle Jones
Steve Rogers/Sharon Carter (mentioned)
Overall, everything I write (for now) is starring Natasha and Yelena with a few side characters thrown in. I like to keep my stuff mostly platonic and family based with Peter Parker and MJ being the primary exception 🥰 Even then, if they’re included, they are not the primary focus of the fic 💖
I just published "Morgan" of my story "Second Chances". https://www.wattpad.com/973248725?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.samsung.android.app.simplesharing&utm_content=share_published&wp_page=create_on_publish&wp_uname=arielcutiepie&wp_originator=yhFrp8aNJbD9R0dVz7vjdfkF%2B4K7Hk%2BE6tdTpxxOeNK3%2FAebg8hYAhuAn%2Br7PS4UYqOhhKTDaJBhwVi2BozcXWuEuZJAGySqzRBthsZtPRWhrmiFHHjidut3C%2BZN1RoF
Ch. 61 is up! This fic has some Arthurian elements in it.
Wrong Side of Heaven; Part One | Marvel x Teen Wolf Crossover
FANDOM: Teen Wolf x Marvel
PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Peter Hale
WORD COUNT: 1,001
POTENTIAL TRIGGERS: Mentions of blood, pain, animal death
SUMMARY: Moving to Beacon Hills when he stepped away from the Avengers was a change Steve needed. He found a good job where he could help people, found someone to love, but he had a secret. He clearly wasn’t the only one.
This fic is inspired by a special crossover rp with a very dear friend. It’s a sort of filler to the background of where our muses [Peter and Steve] got to where they are. I hope you guys enjoy!
Steve pulled into the driveway of his house, turning the engine off and sitting quietly. It was small, relatively speaking. It had three bedrooms, although one was a study/library and the other was a guest room on the off-chance Natasha or one of the others stopped by, and two bathrooms. The living room and dining room were basically the same area and the kitchen was spacious but not huge like at Avengers Tower. He wasn't expecting anyone tonight, and he hoped no one called him back into work at the Sheriff's station where he'd been given a job over a year ago. He was still a bit stunned at what he'd seen, or rather who he'd seen change into something not quite human. Getting out and making sure the door was locked, he took the steps up onto the porch and unlocked his front door. He'd heard enough of the things in Beacon Hills that he felt better leaving it locked if he was gone even for a minute. Walking in, he took the jacket he'd been wearing off and hung it on the coat rack in the corner of the small foyer, locking his door again. He moved to the couch, letting his body lay back across it as he stared at the ceiling. He just needed to take it in for a minute, wrap his head around everything that had just happened.
Apparently, Peter knew that.
Glancing at his phone, Steve wasn’t sure how to fell. He hadn't heard it ring once since he'd left the man the werewolf in the wooded area where Steve jogged after work. Peter was a werewolf, there was no denying that. But what Steve was having trouble understanding was why Peter wouldn't have told them. Better yet, he was trying to figure out why it hadn’t truly bothered him despite the initial shock. He'd been living in Beacon Hills for well over a year now, closer to two years, been seeing Peter more than half that time. While Steve was a little bit disconcerted by the lack of information, he was also aware there were personal things similar to it that he himself had never told Peter. Starting with his real last name. Since meeting Peter, and subsequently the few Hales that remained of the man’s the wolf's family, he had been known as Steven Grant, not Steven Rogers. He had needed the anonymity of not being recognized. Peter knew Steve was human but could heal fast, which looking back made more sense when Peter hadn't been bothered by the suddenly missing gunshot wound Steve had gotten while breaking a drug sell. Things were being seen in new light on so many instances for Steve now, and he wasn't sure why he liked it more than he was concerned. Like the time he'd been making Alfredo and Peter, who had a key after the two had been together almost six months, came over and immediately knew what kind Steve was cooking. There was also the time when Peter had known, without Steve having to say a word, that Steve was upset and had just held him close - which Steve had needed after the flashback. Thinking about it, Steve now wondered how he hadn't put together that Peter wasn't human. The entire relationship had been so comfortable and natural that Steve had just felt like he'd found his place. A real home that he felt he'd lost when he realized he couldn't find Bucky, who was his only family left, although the "winter soldier" wasn't his kin by blood.
Sitting up, he went to pour himself a glass of bourbon. He wasn't the biggest fan of it, but right now he felt he needed the slight burn of the alcohol. It wouldn't get him drunk because of the effects of the serum, and now that he thought about it, Steve noticed Peter had never been drunk once when they'd shared a bottle, but the action itself would hopefully calm him down. He slowly drank the glass, raising it to his lips every few minutes so as not to drink it too fast and end up downing an entire bottle on his own. After half an hour, he looked back at his phone, not sure how to take the silence from his boyfriend. It had been an hour overall and still there wasn’t even a text from the wolf he'd grown to adore so much that he knew he loved him. Looking down at his glass and then back over at the phone, he set the empty tumbler down and moved to pick up the device, unlocking the screen and dialing the number he had saved in his contacts, but knew by heart all the same. He waited for a few rings before the voice on the other end of the line made him smile.
"Hello?" Peter's voice is normal in most aspects, but Steve can tell by the tone in Peter’s voice that there was a sadness there as well.
"Peter, hey." the super soldier said, smiling lightly. "Uhm, I know I kind of left you out there-"
"It's okay. I should have told you." Peter answered quickly, making Steve give a half-laugh.
"Yeah, well, you're not the only one." he assured, nodding although Peter couldn't see it. "I was wondering if you could come over. We, uh, we should talk." There's silence for what feels like an hour before Peter's voice answered him.
"You want to see me, tonight? As in...right now?" he asked, his tone either confused or nervous. Steve can't read Peter's voice very well over the phone. He really just wanted to hold Peter and tell him that it was okay. To come clean himself, because even if it wasn’t a choice, Peter’s secret is out and Steve knows that it’s time his own comes to light as well.
"Well, yeah. I can even cook something if you want."
"I don't think cooking will be necessary, Steve." Peter replied. "I can be there in a few minutes. I just...have to finish cleaning up."
"I'll be here." Steve promised. The line hangs up on Peter's end and Steve wonders if maybe he should have said something more than that. Something that held more meaning to it.
While on the Helicarrier for a debrief following the events in Stuttgart, Tony calls Thor out on his bullshit.
Words: 4022, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies)
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Tony Stark, Loki (Marvel), Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Maria Hill, Thor (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Jarvis (Iron Man movies)
Relationships: Loki/Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Pre-Slash, Pre-Relationship, Not Canon Compliant, BAMF Tony Stark, BAMF Nick Fury, Not Thor friendly, Enemies to Friends, Loki is not a villian, Genius Tony Stark, Exposing Plot Holes for Fun
After reuniting, things are kind of weird between Sylvie and Loki. Then some accidents start happening, the result being Loki getting hurt. What started as silly incidents slowly turns out to be more serious. What will happen if Sylvie hurts Loki accidentally worse with each passing moment?
Additional Tags: Romance, Angst, Pain, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Whump, Sad, Sad with a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, True Love's Kiss, Fluff, Fluff and Angst
summary: Things haven’t been the same between you and Bucky for a while. But when you overhear him talking to your daughter about what he loves about you, forgiveness and reconciliation come as easy as the love you have for each other.
pairing: dad!bucky x mom!reader
warnings: angst, fluff
a/n: we’re hitting angst town babyyyy
DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST!!!
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“Dad, what do you like about mom?”
The unexpected question catches Bucky off-guard as he puts the bedtime storybook back on the shelf. It’s unexpected but it’s an easy answer to give.
He walks back over to the bed and sits on the edge before pressing a kiss to the six year old’s head.
“Ooh, that’s a big one, bug.” He says.
Things had been a little rough between you and Bucky for a bit now. He wasn’t home very often due to his work leading to arguments that led to the both of you sleeping in different beds and having conversations strangers would. You weren’t the same people you were when you saw the good in each other.
Now all you saw were flaws. Even the ones that didn’t exist.
You absolutely hated it. You just wanted everything to go back to how it was before.
“Okay, Em, hold on tight cause this is a big one.” He continues. “What do I like about mom? Great question, fantastic even!”
Emma squeals at his dramatic tone. But it turns genuine in a flash.
“Your mother, Emma, is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You and her, you’re right at the top of my list. Your mother is so beautiful, I feel like I’m dreaming every time I look at her,” he says as Emma listens in awe and you fiddle with your fingers, heat rushing to your cheeks as you discreetly watch the interaction from the door.
You couldn’t even remember the last time you said ‘I love you,’ to each other and now here he was talking about you like you were living, breathing poetry.
“Every time she talks, I just want to keep listening. She teaches me so much everyday and I just want to keep learning every second of the day. Your mom’s my safe place, my home, my heart, my-” he cuts himself off, so lost in his love for you as he hears a mix of soft snores and muted sniffles.
Emma’s out like a log. And you’re crying.
He gently tucks her in and kisses her head. He turns the lights off before making his way over to you.
You try to avert your gaze from him and wipe your tears, but he’s quicker. All the repressed feelings hit you like a truck as you finally let it all out, clinging to him like he’ll fly away. He holds you close, kissing your head and just relishing in having you this close after so long.
You both just stay like that for a bit, finding the y/n and Bucky you used to be.
You pull away after a bit, looking at him with a tear stained face. He gently wipes them away and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.
“I’m sorry, doll,” he says resting his forehead against yours.
“I’m sorry too, Buck,” you say, clutching his shirt as your warm breaths mingle.
You don’t need to say anything else because neither one of you has a finite definition of love. Because to each other, you are love.
#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #sebastian stan x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x y/n #mcu fanfiction #dad!bucky #dad!bucky x mom!reader
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader
Notes: This fic is something that I’ve wanted to explore for awhile and have put a few chapters on A03 as well. The story follows y/n Stark, daughter of Tony Stark, following the events of Tony’s snap and how she is choosing to grieve and feel. It is very angsty as it explores loss, love, and just about everything in between. I hope you enjoy and look forward to all your thoughts. (Previous Chapter) (Next Chapter)
Warnings/Rating: Some implied nudity and lots of sexual tension so be warned. This will get steamy in later chapters so let the slow burn commence.
W/C: 2,570 (I’m really trying with this but as it’s only my second foray into writing I was proud of it. Some chapters may be longer and I hope to update biweekly)
You had packed quickly for your trip to the Stark cabin where your younger sister Morgan and Pepper still lived. Grabbing the essential extra clothes, changing quickly, and tossing in various toiletries into a duffel bag you silently made your way through the tower. Steve was nowhere to be seen, most likely in the training room taking the opportunity to air out some anger on an unsuspecting punching bag. You were slightly relieved at not having to have a confrontation on such little sleep, but decided to send a goodbye text and let him know you were heading to the cabin alone before heading to the garage. As you walk up to the bay that holds your car you see the shadow of a figure leaning against it. Slowing your steps you reach for the dagger that is always hidden in the jacket pocket on your right side and prepare to attack. Swinging your body around to catch the shadow off guard, you bring the dagger to the throat of none other than Peter Parker who looks both shocked and confused.
“Woooah y/n it’s me Peter!” He squeaks out and throws his hands up in surrender. Lowering the knife immediately and placing it back in its place you let out an exasperated sigh.
“Jesus, Pete. Don’t you know better than to lurk around a lady car? What are you doing here anyway?” You question with a soft smile. He just smiles back shyly and shoves his hands into his pockets with a shrug.
“I-Steve said you were going to the cabin…and I thought…”
“That you could tag along? Of course Peter. There’s always room for you.” You pull him into a tight hug. This was going to be an emotionally draining day for you both, but you were glad that you’d have Peter there. He was such a sweet kid and you could see why your dad loved him so much. He was such a good friend to you and has been through so much that sometimes you forget he’s just a teenager. You unlock the car and toss yours and Peters overnight bags into the backseat.
“Ready to go, Spidey?” You wiggle your eyebrows at Peter as you walk around to the driver side and slide in. He takes the passenger seat enthusiastically and begins pulling various things out of his backpack.
“I got us some snacks, and dude you look tired. I have an energy drink too if you want that? Aunt May says I can’t drink them because I already have so much energy.” You happily accept the offer of caffeine and gummy worms. So much for a balanced breakfast but it couldn’t be any worse that sugary cereal right?
The drive went on uneventfully apart from Peter describing in detail his friends, school, science fair project, and various Star Wars theories. You were able to laugh and sing along with him as you felt yourself calming ever so slightly. As Friday informed you that you were close, that sense of calm faded. Pulling into the dirt drive that led to the cabin, a small knot formed in your stomach. As if sensing your thoughts Peter quips up, “I don’t know if I’m ready for this either. But, it doesn't hurt to try, right?” He looks into your eyes hoping to see reassurance there. You try your best to plaster on a smile and nod. Peter was right, doesn’t hurt to try. Winding closer you pull up to the cabin and park. Stepping from the car you do a cat-like stretch and shake out the stiffness from traveling.
“Y/n’s here!! Mommy! She’s here! And Peter too!” A small voice calls from the porch. Bolting down the porch steps on little legs comes your little sister Morgan. Brown hair and sweet brown eyes, like her father rushing to greet you. Without giving you a second to say hi she barrels into you throwing herself into your arms. Morgan wraps her arms around your neck and hugs tightly. You hug her back pouring every ounce of love you can into your embrace. You pull back and place her feet firmly back on the ground and crouch to get on her level. She places her hand on your shoulder as she looks into your tired eyes and says, “You need a nap, Speck.” The both of you begin laughing; full, unfiltered laughter with her sweet 5-year-old giggle echoing through the trees. As you stand back up, you see Pepper standing on the porch watching the exchange with tears in her eyes and a soft smile on her face. She gestures for you to come inside and turns and walks back through the front door.
“I’ll be right back, bug. I’m gonna go talk to Pepper and then we can play okay?” You call to your sister who has already moved into terrorizing Peter. The only response you get is a short nod as she’s already chasing Peter in a game of tag. You take a deep breath, grab your duffel bag from the car and head up the porch stopping briefly at the threshold before forcing yourself to step through. Inside nothing has changed. It truly feels as if your father were going to come down the stairs any minute announcing his latest scheme and how if you don’t stop using all the hot water you’d have to start taking baths in the lake. Smiling at the memory of your dad, you set your bag down and head to the kitchen where you find Pepper is prepping lunch.
“Hi.” You say softly, unsure of what else to say. Her back is to you as she cuts vegetables for a Greek salad. Her hands freeze on what she’s doing. She turns to you then and crosses her arms over her chest popping one hip out; a move you are all too familiar with as she used it on your dad often.
“You walk into this house after weeks of ignoring my calls and all you have to say is ‘hi’?”
“I’m sorry, Pepper. I really am. I just….I’m really struggling here and I didn’t think I could come back here and be able to keep it together. Especially in front of Morgan.” Your lip begins to quiver as you process how much you could’ve hurt the woman who, for all intents and purposes, was your mother.
“I just keep fucking up. I can’t stop pushing people away, making mistakes, lashing out. I feel so lost. Like I’m watching myself fuck up and can’t stop. I-I’m sorry..” the tears begin to fall again, cascading down your cheeks as Pepper pulls you into her arms and shushes you gently.
“Honey, it’s okay. I’ve just missed you and we need you here too. Trust me if I didn’t have Morgan to keep me going every day I’d be a mess.” Pepper softly confides. You pull away and give her a quick peck in the cheek as you take a seat at the kitchen table placing your head in your hands. Pepper takes the chair opposite you sliding a coffee mug in your direction.
“I don’t want to pry..” She starts and places a hand over yours. “But what did you mean by ‘fucking up and lashing out? Problems with Steve?” You had forgotten just how frank Pepper tended to be where there were problems that needed solving. She had been like that for as long as you could remember. Whether it was bombed tests, failed experiments, or dating drama which always say with you and analyzed whatever happened until you felt at peace.
“Well…yeah. We fight almost constantly. A few days ago we agreed to postpone any type of wedding plan, because of everything.” You say and gesture to your surroundings.
“He’s trying so hard, but it almost feels like the harder he tries the more angry I get. My heart just doesn’t feel into it right now. Which is awful because he’s so great…” Rubbing your neck you look up into her eyes and see that she’s waiting for the rest, she knows you too well to hide anything from her.
“And, uh…last night. Or technically this morning? We got into an argument and I had a panic attack on the balcony. Bucky found me and talked me through it.” Sighing, you gritted your teeth for the final part of your confession.
“WekissedandI’mawfulandIfuckedup.” You say in a rush, hoping that the faster you get the words out the sooner Pepper will scold you so you can move on from the embarrassing thing that is this conversation. To your surprise, Pepper doesn’t yell at you or reprimand you at all. Instead, she takes your hands in her own.
“You’re not awful. There’s a lot that we do to self-sabotage when our hearts are broken.”
“Steve is going to hate me.” You say in defeat.
“I wouldn’t be so sure. But you’ll never know until you talk to him, hmm? Now, let’s have lunch.” And with that, the case is closed, Pepper delivering her final verdict that everything would be fine.
Over lunch, Pepper had mentioned that there were a ton of things that still needed to be gone through in the shed that once served as your father’s workshop. So it was decided that you would take some time to pack up anything you wanted to keep before the rest was either thrown out or donated. You punch in the code to the shed and as the door opens into the dark shed you wonder if you’re ready for this. Taking a tentative step forward you enter the space, eyes scanning your surroundings and taking in your father’s happy place. On the various workshop, tables lay half-assembled projects; some new gadgets for the avengers, journals and blueprints to new suits, and most excitingly a plan to build a playset for Morgan. Your hands skim over the controls to the A.I. shop tech and bring the system to life. You hear the familiar humming and beeping of it coming to life around you when your eyes land on the last plan he had up; the time portal. The blue holographic lights show the genius that your father was in 3D. Solving time travel was such a Tony thing to do and you’d forever be proud of that accomplishment regardless if it ultimately led to his demise. As you’re about to shut down the system, one part of the diagram catches your eye. Slipping on heh arm controls you to take a peek.
“Friday, expand subsection 33b, please.” You call the A.I. This section was all about different universes and what existed outside of them. The idea and concept of the multiverse were always just rumored a myth. When the avengers had traveled back in time to retrieve the infinity stones it was always restricted to our own universe, mostly because you thought it was impossible. Here you can see, plain as day, that your father had not only cracked time travel but also inter-dimensional travel as well. Sitting back into the office chair at the desk you stare at the diagram in awe.
“Holy shit.” Comes the voice of Peter from behind you. Quickly you try to close out of the diagram but resort to standing in front of it instead.
“Jesus, Pete you have to stop sneaking around like that.”
“Do you realize what you’ve found?” He asks incredulously, eyes wide and searching for answers in your own.
“Uh, a weird Olive Garden menu?”
“Y/n, that’s the interdimensional travel,” Peter says pushing past you and zooming in in the diagram subsections. His hands move methodically over the controls as he accesses hidden data and places it side by side with what you had found in front of you both. He stands back and looks between you and the diagram.
“Don’t you see it?”
“Peter, this isn’t really something we should be messing with. Honestly, it should be destroyed.” You try to push past him to shut down the diagram but he grabs you firmly by the arm and sits you in the office chair.
“Y/n. With this, we could…bring Tony back. All we would have to do is go to one timeline where Thanos doesn’t exist, grab the stones there, and go back to before Tony created the time portal!”
“Buh Buh Buh. I’m gonna stop you right there Pete. Messing with time is dangerous. My dad even said that doing so with the time portal could destroy our OWN timeline, let alone what it could do if we went to a completely different one.” Peter rolls his eyes and places his hands on his hips staring at you.
“So you’re telling me, you’ve walked into a gold mine of information that could help bring your dad back and you want to what? Destroy it? Y/n think about it. We could save him. And Natasha and so many others. We could reverse this whole thing before it even started.” On the surface, you knew that messing with time was not the best idea. There are too many unpredictable variables and you’d have no idea what the multiverse held until you were in a different timeline. Still, biting your lip, you started to give it some thought. You had the blueprints to build the machine, the knowledge of what could happen, and a chance to bring your dad back. All this pain and emptiness inside would be gone. And at the very least didn’t you owe it to your dad, to Pepper, to Morgan to try and fix things?
“If. And I’m saying a strong if here. If we do this we need to be absolutely sure that things can backfire. Thanks cannot come back and we cannot have another battle for planet earth. We are just trying to bring back people we’ve lost, right?” As you say this Peter practically jumps for joy. His eyes shine bright as he takes your hands and pulls you into a hug. Straightening himself he turns back to the diagram and says, “Let’s get to work. We will build in some safeguards and then bring Tony back. If you don’t want to go through with it we can walk away and pretend we never found this.”
Smiling, you call out to the A.I. in the workshop, “Friday play my dads inventing playlist please!” The musical sounds of AC/DC fill the room as you both get to work mapping out how to build a machine to access the multiverse.
I’m gonna bring you home dad.
*Sanctum Sanctorum- New York at the same moment*
Stephen Strange walks down the grand staircase in the man in entrance as he calls over his shoulder to Wong, “No, I’m going to get carne asada tacos from Nikkos down the street. If you wanted pizza you should have said that earlier.” As he descends the final step, Strange fields a sudden shift in the time magic around him. Someone was tampering with the timeline and it would only lead to one thing, destruction. All senses on high alert, Stephen snaps his hands and wrists together and begins drawing the magical tune circles around him.
“So lunch is going to have to wait, Wong. Someone wants to play with time again.” Strange quips sassily as he vanishes into a portal off to find the perpetrator and set the timeline in the correct path once again.
Summary: After embarking on a quest to show Loki all the different things to do around the holidays, you soon find yourself dreaming of kissing a certain Frost Giant under the mistletoe.
Requested By: anonymous
Loki Laufeyson Masterlist • Main Masterlist
“You’ve never built a snowman before?’ your voice was incredulous, and Loki winced slightly at your volume so early in the morning.
It was the first snow of the season, and everyone was excited about it. This would mark the first winter that you would spend living at the compound rather than the tower, and it was so nice to look out the window and see a serene view of freshly fallen snow, rather than one of gray slush, trails of footsteps, and places where dogs marked their territory. “Well, we are going to fix that,” you said, getting up from your chair, but you turned around when you realized that Loki wasn’t following you. “What? Is the big bad frost giant afraid of the snow?”
He was looking at you like you had just grown another head. “Y/N, you haven’t even finished your breakfast.”
You took the small piece of toast that was left on your plate and put it in your mouth. Loki just stared at you as you finished chewing, and then as you downed the rest of your coffee. “You were saying?”
“I haven’t even finished my breakfast yet.”
You scoffed playfully. “Fine, but I’ll be waiting.”
After tossing your plate in the trash you sat down where you were and looked at Loki, who was obviously taking his time to drink whatever tea was left in his mug and finish the fruit in front of him. “Why are you so bothered with getting me to play around in the snow?” he asked pensively.
“Because it’s fun,” you said. “And have you ever experienced a winter on Midgard before? One where you didn’t spend it all holed up in a room?”
He was silent, and you knew that the answer was no. Despite the fact that Loki has been a resident of Earth for about two years now, he has spent most of that time away from the rest of the world. You could understand it, because at first the Avengers weren’t too keen on his presence (despite Thor’s assurance that having him live there was in fact, a good idea), but now, after the team has relocated to the compound, you hoped that Loki would come out of his shell a little more.
Your friendship with the god was a fairly new development, and it was only about six months ago did he decide that he didn’t hate being around you. Since then, you had spent a decent amount of time together. “This year, I am going to make sure you get the full Earth experience,” you said brightly. “We’re going to do all the cliche winter activities.”
“Do I have a say in this?”
He could have tried harder to push you away, he could have huffed and left, but he stayed, albeit the resigned look on his face. And finally, he took his last sip of tea and allowed you to lead him outside. You were all bundled up, Loki less so. You rolled your eyes at him as you shivered slightly in the chilly air (despite the fact that you felt like you were wearing a million layers). “So how exactly do you make a snowman?”
You showed him how to roll a ball of snow together, even though he didn’t seen too interested. “You do know I can use magic to do this right?” he asked as he watched you gather more and more snow for the base of your creation.
“And take all the fun out of it?”
“Forgive me Y/N, but I don’t see how this is fun at all.”
“That’s because you’re being a stick in the mud about it Loki,” you said.
It took a few more exchanges for you to convince him to actually help you roll the slowly growing ball of snow around the lawn of the Avengers Compound, but eventually you succeeded. And when you flicked a little bit of snow at him, you could see his indifferent facade really start to break.
Not even bothering to question whether or not you flicked that snow intentionally, he just started to do the same. Soon, your half built snowman was long forgotten, and instead, the two of you were chasing each other around and trying to throw snowballs in the other’s face. You could probably hear your laughter from a mile away, but you didn’t care, because half of the compound’s usual residents were gone. Clint and Natasha had gone down to visit Laura and the kids, Thor was doing some kind of diplomatic visit to another planet, Sam was down at his sister’s house for the holidays, Steve had gone to visit Peggy in her DC nursing home, and Bruce and Tony were at some week long science convention (presenting some kind of AI technology you didn’t understand). With everyone gone, it meant the only residents of the compound present besides you and Loki were Bucky, Wanda, and Vision, and none of them were particularly nosy or social.
Once Loki started to pelt you with magic snowballs, you dramatically fell onto the ground and pretended to cry for a truce. “Not so fun now that you’re losing huh?” Loki asked as he stood over you.
“I just think that the use of magic is unfair because both parties don’t have it.”
“Are you sure it isn’t because you’re losing?”
“I can’t believe you would insult my honor like that!”
Despite all the trouble it took to get Loki outside with you, he didn’t seem to keen on going back in once he got comfortable. It was nice, to see him really open up in a way that you have never been privy to before. While your relationship with him had always been more friendly than any of the other Avengers, it sometimes felt there was a wall between you two, something that was completely gone at this point. You also taught him how to make a snow angel, and even though it took some coaxing to get him to lay down in the snow, he did it.
When you finally stepped back inside, you laughed at the snow in his hair, and you slowly started to peel off the layers of jacket and sweatshirt you were wearing, down to a long sleeved shirt. Still slightly damp from the melted snow that had made its way down your shirt by accident, you headed into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Loki asked.
“If I am going to help you have the full winter experience, we’re going to drink some hot chocolate right now,” you said, as if it were obvious.
That activity took significantly less convincing for Loki to go along with, and he even suggested that the two of you bake something. Normally you would have vetoed that idea (chasing each other out in the snow was tiring!), but the fact that he had started warming up to spending this time with you made your heart swell, and you agreed. About one hour, one chocolate chip mishap, and a small flour fight later, you two were sitting at the table in the common area, sharing a plate of cookies with steaming mugs of cocoa sitting in front of you.
It was the smell of the baked goods that finally lured a few of the others from their own corners of the compound, and Wanda was the first to appear, Vision not far behind her. She was surprised to see Loki with you, but she didn’t say anything about it, instead talking about how the cookies you had made were delicious. When her and Vision disappeared back down the hallway they came from, Loki smiled at you, and you decided right there that you liked it. Bucky didn’t make an appearance, but you still set aside a few cookies in a bag for him.
Over the next few days, you took Loki around to do everything you deemed as “essential” about the winter season. You had taken him ice skating (well, you didn’t exactly have to leave the compound for that, because Tony already had a rink installed), spent some more time out in the snow, and gone on a carriage ride on the grounds of the compound. With each activity, you got to learn more about Loki, and he slowly began to open up to you, more than he usually did.
And in all that, you found yourself falling for him. You had always had some type of fascination with Loki, but now that you were spending almost every moment together that fascination turned into affection. Loki was unlike any person you had ever met, and he was incredibly kind and caring under his slightly icy exterior. You found yourself wondering what it would be like if you had flirted with him, or if you had just outright told him your feelings, but your fear always got the better of you, and your secret remained buried in the depths of your mind.
Or at least, until New Year’s Eve. The compound was once again buzzing with life as all the Avengers returned, and tonight, Tony was hosting a small get-together (even though what he considered “small” was a lot different than what you would) and everyone was dressed to the nines.
You were standing by the bar when you heard someone approach you, and you turned to see that it was Loki standing next to you, wearing an all black suit that made your heart feel like it was beating at twice the speed. “I don’t know about you, but I am hoping that this party will end soon,” he said as he flagged the bartender down and ordered a drink.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” you said. “But you’ve got at least a few hours before everyone starts to leave.”
“Wonderful.” He sat down at the bar right as the bartender handed him two drinks, and he held one out to you. “Seeing as we’re stuck here for a while, would you like to join me?”
You tried to keep your emotions in check as you nodded. With the sheer amount of time you had spent in the last week dragging Loki along to do random activities with you, you guessed that he would avoid you every chance he got.
Instead of hiding from you, it was the opposite. When Sam called you over to settle a friendly argument between him and Steve, Loki followed you. He went with you to get dessert from the viennese table Tony had spent way too much money on (not that you were complaining of course, because the pastries were all delicious) and when Natasha approached you to talk about an upcoming mission you would be going on with her after the holidays, Loki listened to the entire conversation.
But everything really changed when you were standing in the kitchen, taking a quick breather from the rest of the party after hiding in the bathroom for a few minutes. It was still an hour until midnight, but the sounds of the music and the closeness of everyone was starting to become too much. The kitchen was the only empty area, because the caterers had packed up most of their things and left about an hour ago.
You were staring aimlessly at the fridge when the sound of someone’s footsteps approaching brought you back to earth. When you turned to see who had found you, it was Loki’s face that you met. “Are you alright?” he asked.
You nodded. “Yeah, I just wanted to get away for a second.”
He didn’t press the topic, and he didn’t even suggest that you go back to the party. Instead, you two just sat at the table and talked. Conversation flowed easily, and soon you looked down at your phone to notice that it was only a few minutes to midnight, and you asked Loki if he had ever seen the Times Square Ball drop before. He looked slightly confused, so you grabbed his hand and took him back towards the main room, because you knew Tony always played it on the television. The two of you stood in the doorway and you explained exactly what it was. Despite having been on Earth for two prior New Years Eves, this was the first one that Loki had spent outside his room.
You stayed where you were, and no one seemed to notice you at the party, all talking and laughing among themselves. Natasha was the only one, and she caught your eye before looking above you and then back down to your gaze. Confused, you glanced up, only to see that the doorway you were standing in had a sprig of mistletoe attached to it, and it was hovering right over you and Loki.
Your head’s movement and the sigh you tried to hide upon realization caught Loki’s attention, and he looked up as well. “Don’t worry about it,” you said. “We don’t-”
But you didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence before he cut you off. “I know what this tradition is already,” he said before leaning down to place his lips on yours. You kissed back immediately, wondering if you were dreaming. You pulled away from him when you heard whoops and cheers, embarrassed to have been caught in a kiss, but when you looked around the room, no one was looking at you. Everyone was actually cheering because the ball had dropped, signaling the beginning of the new year, and without even realizing it, you had a New Year’s Kiss. “Are you okay?” Loki asked, concern in his eyes. “If I overstepped-”
Now it was your turn to cut him off, and you kissed him right as he was speaking. Immediately, he kissed back and his hands found their way to your waist. “You didn’t overstep,” you said. “I was just surprised.”
“Then can I kiss you again?”
“You better.” You didn’t care who saw, if anyone did, because this was everything you had been dreaming about.
- the end -
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The next person to drop into your room was of course Wanda, and then Bucky, who you didn't even know was at the complex. Had he just been hiding in the vents like a video game character? Surely if he was you'd hear his arm drag across the metal right? Were the vents soundproof or something? Was that even a thing you could do to vents?
Wanda sat on your bed and Bucky stood awkwardly at the door just tabbing his finger on the frame until he was invited to sit down. "We haven't met yet" usually you would offer out your hand for a handshake, but this time you kept them firmly gripping your knees. "Sorry. I'd shake your hand but I'm a danger to literally the entire universe and everyone in it. And uh I think you're classed as in it"
Characters: Mobius M. Mobius, Loki (Marvel), Variant!Mobius
Relationships: Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, Mobius M. Mobius/Mobius M. Mobius, Loki/Mobius/Mobius
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