Request: Could you please do a Thor fic
where the Asgardianreader, they had an arranged marriage, but after a year of
being married, they fell in love. Odin’s in Odinsleep so Thor’s king and Y/N’s
queen, and she’s pregnant with their first child? Could it be like her telling
him she’s pregnant his reaction, and then skip to the birth, where she has
twins, a boy, Aleksandr, and a girl, Ingrid.
Being of royal blood, it was inevitable that you were to
marry. You had actually been engaged since you were old enough to read, but you
only met your fiancé when you were a while older, old enough to understand that
one day, you would be marrying him. When you did meet your fiancé, you came
face to face with a dashing young boy with blonde locks and blue eyes- a face
you knew as the future king, Thor Odinson.
Loki sat in the living room, a
sharp contrast to the cheerful décor in his signature black, trying not to sigh
with boredom whilst Odin ripped into a hungover Thor yet again.
“I’ve had had it up to here with your
immaturity and your recklessness!” the old man shouted whilst his wife lingered
in the background, ready to step in if things went too far. “Do you have any
idea how many favours I had to call in just so that the police wouldn’t press
charges?! Do you honestly think you will get into any decent college with that sort
of drunken buffoonery on your record?!”
“I’m sorry, father. I wasn’t
“Exactly!” Odin roared. “You
weren’t thinking! You never think things through. You only care about having ‘fun’
in the moment, consequences be damned. Well, I have had enough! You are
grounded until you graduate!!”
“Odin…” Frigga chided quietly
before Thor had a chance to object.
“Fine,” Odin grumbled. “A month,
then. And after that you will have a strict curfew. Home by eight every
evening. No excuses.”
“Father! You can’t be serious!”
Thor whined, failing to know when to keep his mouth shut.
“Deadly serious,” Odin shot back.
“You will be home by eight. You will eat dinner, you will do your homework, and
you will go to bed at a reasonable hour.”
“And have no social life! If you
wanted me to become like Loki so badly why didn’t you just say so?” Thor
grumbled petulantly, sparing a glare at his brother sitting quietly at the
other end of the couch.
Frigga whispered in Odin’s ear
and Odin smirked.
“Very well,” Odin murmured before
turning back to address his son. “Your mother has thought of reasonable
compromise.” Thor perked up, shifting to the edge of his seat. “You can go to parties on the weekend… when your brother does.”
Just Another Day (Thor, Loki, Sif, Fandral and Hogun X Reader)
Characters: Thor, Loki, Sif, Fandral and Hogun X Reader
Universe: Marvel, Thor
Warnings: Violence and injury
Request: Hi I really love reading you
stories especially the marvel ones. Is there by any chance you can write one
with Loki and the other Asgardians sorry if I’m vague
You were the cousin of Loki and Thor, and you were extremely
close with them when growing up. You became a warrior like Sif, and you became
close because of it. You often sparred with Fandral and Hogun, and these spars
usually consisted of you punching them for making fun of Loki, often leading to
Odin lecturing you, and Frigga covering you.
For @anhartcuteneon…and Sif is included (I just forgot to write her name). Enjoy!
Y/N grit her teeth as she walked with Loki, Thor, Lady Sif, and the Warriors Three. If she had her way, she would’ve never gone to Jotunheim. She hated it here. It was cold, dark, lonely. Even worse, it’s where the Frost Giants lived. They were the things that killed her parents. It was the first time she had utilized her ability to control fire.
Despite this, it still terrified her to be around the things. Sure, they were a group of seven, but one wrong move could mean death. And that was exactly why she was here, to protect Loki, her beloved. Granted, he only saw her as Asgardian Royalty due to her failure to mention her feelings. However, she didn’t want to lose him in any way.
Loki stared at his blue arm as the Frost Giant he had just killed fell to the ground. His eyes were wide with horror as he watched it return to a pale color. How could this be? Was he one of them?
An all too familiar scream ripped his attention back to the action. His frightened eyes landed on Y/N’s diminishing fire. He watched as a Frost Giant closed in on her. It was then that he realized the scream was one of determination rather than pain. However, he was sure the latter would soon follow.
And there it was. Her wailing of pain as some ice of her opponent’s stuck her to the ground. With a final attempt, Y/N yelled as she blasted the Giant with a blaze. The thing was soon ash. Y/N dropped to the ground out of exhaustion.
Loki struggled where he stood. He desperately wished to go over and help her to safety. On the other hand, could he face her after his revelation? Would she accept him? To be fair, he had only just learned he was a Frost Giant himself.
Before he could come to a decision, he saw Fandral and Lady Sif coming to Y/N’s aid. Lady Sif fought off incoming opponents while Fandral carried her away. Volstagg called to Thor, updating him. Loki continued to stare in fear.
Loki paced back and forth just outside of where the healers had Y/N. It had been days since returning from Jotunheim. Now, he was certain he was born a Frost Giant: the very thing that killed her parents and brought about her powers. Lady Sif and the Warriors Three were also awaiting news. The female warrior noticed Loki’s odd behavior. Even though she wasn’t fond of him, she offered him comfort.
“She’ll be alright. She’s strong.” Loki nodded. “Would you believe that’s not my true concern?” Sif knit her brows. “I failed her,” he mumbled, “I should’ve gone to her.” “Why didn’t you?” she whispered. “I…,” he trailed off, “I don’t know. There’s no way she’ll trust me now.”
Before she could reply, Loki walked farther from the door. Concern was still etched into his features. If he thought being with Y/N was difficult before, he didn’t see any hope for the future with his heritage.
This is literally my favorite comic book moment ever, because this is how Thor deals with being woken up in the middle of the night–to come out with his junk swinging while everyone else flinches because it’s like STARING INTO THE SUN to look upon the thunder d, so PUT SOME PANTS ON BEFORE YOU BLIND US ALL, THOR.
Meanwhile, Thor doesn’t give a shit if you get a good eyeful. FAVORITE.