What was he god of?: Thunder, thunderstorms, protection, strength, virility, manhood, the common people, the color red, the color white, hallowing, farmers, peasants, carpenters, physical prowess, goats, bears, husbands, fertility, healing, hospitality, common virtue, destroying evil, defense
Sacred places: Oak groves, the sky, and Midgard the realm of Men
Where was he worshipped?: Most of Europe
Runes associated with him: Uruz, Thurisaz, Nauthis, Raidho
Taboos?: Cowardice, treachery, underhanded tricks, evil people and evil deeds
Traditional Offerings: Beer, red meat, goat meat, bread, ales, iron rings and horseshoes, cheeses
Some Modern Offerings: Advocating for the rights of the middle and lower classes, exercising, learning a martial art, self defense courses, standing up for people that can’t defend themselves, weightlifting,
Warning: Violent, Language, abuse, underage drink, drugs, mention of injuries
Summary: Reader is Tony Stark’s , 16 year old , bestfriend they’ve been bestfriends since she was 9 years old. As odd as it sounds. And the other Avenger, besides Bruce, Know nothing of her that is until Hydra gets waft of her and Stark’s relationship and snatched her up. Now Tony and the other Avengers got to suit up to save his little Mini me.
pairing: Bucky Barnes x teenage! fem. reader
warning: fluff, language, bullying, low self-esteem, mention of injuries
Summary: One day on a morning run Bucky notices reader, a 14 year old, in the park and takes an interest in her.
Pairing: Natasha x daughter! reader
Warning: Fluff, shyness, angst, mention of injuries
Summary: Imagine being Natasha adopted daughter. When you, a usually shy and quite person, gets into a fight with several boys at school and Peter has to pull her away. You think your mom is going to be made but instead she is proud that your training is paying off .
But , Why him?
Pairing: Clint Barton, daughter! reader x Wade Wilson
Warning: fluff, language, angst, lying, implying sex
Summary: Imagine Clint’s older daughter secretly dating Wade Wilson. But Clint’s a spy he already knows he’s known since the beginning.
Summary: Hydra isn’t shy of experimenting on kids, most children don’t live long. Steve and Bucky begin to act strange and the team notices, Director Fury obviously notices when Steve misses a debriefing. Following Steve and Bucky they find out they’ve been hiding ex-experimental kids from Hydra, SHIELD, and anyone else they assumed would abuse them.
But I’m Family
Warning: Excitement, fluff, kid
Summary: imagine Sam bring his 5 year old niece to meet the Avengers. He doesn’t like that she’s such a fan of Barnes.
It’s okay I like you
Pairing: Stark! reader Loki
Warning: Fluff, kid, self-hate
Summary: A mission forces Tony to leave his 4 year old daughter in the care of Loki but he misjudges him and gets and unexpected show provided by Friday.
Pairing: Thor x daughter! reader
Warning: Fluff, kid
Summary: Imagine Thor and his daughter having a lazy/ rainy day in Avengers Tower
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He’s young, and sitting on it feels like losing your way inside a
forest. It’s made of sunlight and oceans-sighs, afternoon shadows and midnight
silence, elven wood and gold, gravity and distance. It’s standing at the top of
the tallest tower surrounded by four pillars, one to represent the east, the
other the west, south and north.
And you can see all of Asgard from up there,
all its forests and seas, mountains and deserts and Thor sits there for hours
and there’s sunlight and starlight in his hair, wind and salt, sweet pollen and
And his father’s ravens come and go, inky feathers and pale beaks, claws
tapping on stone, beady eyes searching for the sun and moon; they leap off the
tower as birds, stretching their wings like a fan, and come back as men, young
boys with black eyes and secrets on their tongues, their cloaks smelling like
pines and jasmine, their hair cool and streaked with moonlight. They press a
hand to their hearts and bow before Thor, their lips sticky with cherry and
blackberry juice, their fingernails tainted with stone-dust, and they lean
close, one over each of his shoulders, cup a hand over their mouths and whisper
and Thor listens. They tell him about ships that look like nut shells, their
sails as white as a fish’s spine; about a mountain that sings at night and how
the dust falling from it sticks to lashes fluttering in the nearby villages and
brings about dreams of green pastures and sweet milk; about two sets of footprints in
a grey landscape, there for miles on end, and then gone when they reach the
ocean; about places so old no one remember their names, lands untouched by the
hands of gods or men, where it’s so cold that the heart grows tired and the
soul turns white and moves like fog until it’s all gone.
Their warm breath on his neck, the loneliness blooming like a flower made
of frost inside his heart and the young god of thunder closes his eyes.
A single black tree in all that clear ice, four huge branches all
twisted like a young boy’s braid; it casts no shadow and smells like blue
The wind moves so fast it sounds like a whistle and the heart of the
young god of thunder feels like it’s floating, fluttering like a leaf getting
close to the skies.
The tree’s roots move like a snake beneath the ice and Thor can feel the
movement in his bones, deep and great.
Thor stands so close to it and the bark looks like it’s covered in
scales, purple-silver and shining like coins. It shakes its branches and
“Traveler. What is it that you seek?”
Thor looks down, mouth set in a hard line, soft furs draped over his
shoulders, leather straps twisting around his wrists. He thinks of the ravens’
red mouths and his lips bleed.
“You will find nothing here,” the tree says.
Thor wipes his mouth.
“Only ice and death.”
Blue starlight pours over a castle of ice crafted by nature’s gentle
hands. Inside it sits the god of thunder. His hand is outstretched, his fingers
spread, and he’s painting with lightning. It’s bright white and it trembles and
zigzags through the icy air, forming faces and bodies, smiles made of
electricity. They’re all there for a moment and then they’re gone and others appear, frowns and laughter and joined hands. And Thor watches the forms move
over the gigantic walls of ice and when he reaches with his fingers to
touch them, they flicker and disappear.
The ice is resistant. Thor uses the heat of the lightning to engrave a
face in it. He’s standing there with his forehead touching the wall of ice and
sculpts a face next to his own, using his forefinger to create the eyes and the
cheekbones, the long hair and the neck; his small finger to create the lips;
his entire palm to create the body, and one gentle fingernail for the beautiful
The heat causes the ice to crack and drip and all that white light is
making him dizzy, and when he’s done he separates the form from the ice,
presses his palm to the still heart lying inside it and shocks it to life.
The night trickling in through the ceiling paints the form’s hair black
and Thor’s smeared blood on the ice turns its lips dark red.
His beautiful ice prince draws in his first breath in Thor’s arms, and
Thor names him Loki, because in Asgard, Lokee means heart.
The god of thunder knows he can’t take Loki with him to Asgard. Loki’s a
beautiful creature of frost and shadows and Asgard’s heat will be swift in
stealing the breath from his lips.
He can’t stay with Loki so he builds him a home, a tall castle that
looks like it’s made of starlight and air. But a home is not enough-Loki never
asks him for more-but Thor sculpts an entire kingdom for him; towers and houses
and walls for protection, forests made of frost and breaths, roads as white as
milk leading everywhere.
And when he spots flickers of loneliness in his lover’s eyes he fills
the kingdom with life. He gives Loki two brothers carved from ice and names
them Helblindi and Byleistr; three brothers living in a kingdom of frost that Thor
Thor visits Jotunheim often. He only leaves when the cold threatens to
stop his heart. They live on cherries and kisses and Loki’s warm body in Thor’s
And when Thor sits on his father’s throne and the ravens whisper in his
ears of two sets of footprints in a grey landscape, Thor smiles and thinks of
two sets of footprints in the snow.