Asgard was on the brink of disaster. It’s exhausted army was on its last breath, but each brave warrior would rather die than give the enemy a single inch of the golden realm. They watched as the teeming swarms of Chitauri soldiers, a cruel and mindless race, gathered on the edges of the void, about to make their full scale attack.
They had no illusions. Asgard would be overrun.
They would dine in Valhalla tonight.
It was a vicious battle, with thousands of Chituari dying, only to be replaced by an endless supply. The lightning hammer of the eldest prince burned through armor and flesh, his booming voice giving the soldiers hope and heart as their comrades fell one by one. The palace was the last standing ground. Thor had to hold the enemy back.
From the top of a high tower, Loki watched the battle, directing the magicians and sorcerers, using his tactical planning to shore up the holes he saw, and strengthen the defenses before they weakened. He witnessed the moment Asgards army fell back within the inner palace walls, and Loki’s magicians added as much power to the shield spells as they could.
Then it was over. The Titan had arrived. His army parted for him like wheat, the big armored boots putting cracks in the ground. He raised a giant mace with a golden glove that glowered red, and with a mighty blow, smote the doors. They crumpled. Some of Loki’s magicians fainted.
Loki rushed down from the tower. He needed to get to Thor. Thor would challenge this Titan. He would need his help.
The sounds of a tremendous fight reached his ears. Hurrying to the throne room, there was Thor and the Titan, locked in combat. The great thunder warrior with his mighty Mjolnir was no match. Thor was knocked backwards, skidding across the golden floor to land at Loki’s feet.
The big Titan stalked forward, a nasty grin of victory on his face.
Without thinking, Loki put up a shield, knowing it would not stand a chance. They were to die anyway. Let them die together. He threw himself over Thor, protecting him with his body, steeling himself for the blow.
The blow never came.
Peeking over his shoulder, Loki saw the Titan had stopped moving. The mace, half raised, was drawing lower, the head resting against the floor. Bright blue eyes were locked on the young prince.
Dazed and confused, Loki sat up, expecting something worse to happen. Thor groaned and shifted beneath him, but did not open his eyes. Loki and the Titan stared at each other, neither moving.
Then, slowly, as if not to startle him, the big Titan sank to one knee, holding out the hand that was empty. “Come here, little one,” he said, in a voice as gruff as the sea, with an edge of known cruelty, yet hypnotizing.
Loki shook his head. They must think him mad. He would not leave his brothers side.
This mesmerizing creature… Black of hair and green of eyes, dressed in ebony robes that clung to a willowy frame. The Titan could not look away. Foolish bravery he had seen, but this was perhaps the most foolish of them all. To throw oneself into danger, without thought for survival.
But those eyes….
So large and deep. They were brimming with untold intelligence, knowledge that would create or destroy worlds. This creature shrank from him, curling protectively over the prince. That would not do. Such an expression of fear and suspicion did not suit such a face.
“I am Thanos, the great Titan.” The creature said nothing, only looked at him, yet such a gaze held a tome of words. How dare he come here and destroy their home. How dare he slay the inhabitants on a path of mad chaos. How dare he speak, when he had hurt the one they so cared for. He was not worthy to demand anything. “Give me a name, little one, and I will spare the other.”
That got the creatures attention. He glanced from the prince back to the Titan. “I am known as Loki Silver-tongued, second prince of Asgard.”
Ah! Another prince! No wonder he was so protective.
“Now go away, you have no business here.”
Thanos felt his lips crack to the side, amusement pouring forth. “Very well.” He stood back on his feet, placing the mace on his shoulder. “Loki of Asgard, I shall return in three days.”
The younger prince scrambled to his feet, fists clenching. “For what purpose? Your assault is nearly complete, why stop it now?”
Thanos liked this expression better. He chuckled, knowing how infuriating it was to be so confused. “I will have what i desire in due time. Look for me in three days, little one.”
“IF you return, be a dear and leave the disgusting rabble at the doorstep!”
The Mad Titan, destroyer of worlds and lover of death, gave a short bow. “It shall be done.”
Loki stared at the back of the titan, only breaking down and laughing once he was out of sight. That could not possibly have been real! He was hallucinating! No, he was probably already dead.
Thor groaned behind him, and Loki hurriedly dropped to examine his wounds. “Be still Thor! You will be well, just be still.”
“Loki… Did… We vanquish them?”
Loki glanced around the destroyed throne room, to the spot where the Titan had stood, shaking his head. “We are alive. I think. The Titan Thanos left without explanation. I do not think we have seen the last of them.”
“How… Why did they leave?”
Loki shivered. “I do not know, brother. I do not know.”
Can you please write a fic on the reader being Asgardian. She’s sent on
a diplomatic mission to Kree by Odin and she meets Ronan as a child.
(Final fic request FILLED!!)
You had to give the Kree their dues. They were an impressive
empire. You had been sent to visit them by Odin Allfather, as a diplomat. The
Kree Emperor had been falling over himself to please you from the moment you
had arrived and quite frankly you found it tedious. You had been shown their
libraries and museums, you had been on more garden tours than you cared to
think about. You were bored beyond reason so as he attempted to lead you once
more to the rose gardens, you requested to see something Odin had only asked
for the bare minimum on; their military. Asgard saw no threat from the other
realms, with Thor wielding the mighty Mjolnir as well as Lady Sif and the
Warriors Three, nothing could match them. The Emperor stared at you wide-eyed
for a moment before agreeing to take you that afternoon.
When you arrived at the military academy, you were
surprised. You knew many of the mortal races started training their people
young to make them the best they could be, but the Kree took it to an extreme,
it seemed. Some of the children there looked barely old enough to be away from their
mothers. A General greeted you in the lobby and immediately launched into a
long speech about the military prowess of the Kree, of how they had built their
“How old are children when they begin their training?” you asked as he lead you
through the academy.
“Usually between three and four,” the General informed you, “But we will accept
them up to the age of seven.”
“So young,” you said.
“I supposed to a race that lives five thousand years, yes, it does,” the
General said, “Ah, now here we have some eighth year students, they’re about
eleven, twelve years of age.”
He indicated a large gymnasium you were passing. Dotted
around the room were large blue mats, and the children were paired up,
attempting to throw each other down. You spotted one boy who was squaring off
against someone much larger.
“Who is that?” you asked, pointing.
“The larger boy is my son,” the General said, his chest puffing out in pride,
“That little scrag with him is called Ronan.” You looked back towards the boys.
The ‘little scrag’ was little, smaller than most of the others but he was
putting up a hell of a fight. The General’s son finally stopped tormenting
little Ronan and threw the small boy down onto the mat, with far more force
than was necessary. Ronan hit the edge of the mat and then landed on the hard
floor with a yelp of pain.
You started rushing across the gym as he lay still.
“For the…Ronan!” the teacher was already striding across the gym, “How many
times do you need to be shown?!” He reached the boy before you and yanked him
up by his arm.
“That was pathetic,” the teacher said, ignoring the boys whimpers of pains as
he shook him, “I don’t know why we bother, you’re impossible to teach.” He
dropped the boy back onto the floor as you approached. The teacher walked away,
the General’s son close behind him.
“Are you alright?” you asked, crouching down next to the boy. The boy sniffed
as he began to stand. You helped him to his feet.
“There now,” you said, “Ronan, isn’t it?” The boy looked you over.
“Yes,” he said, “You’re that lady, the one from Asgard.”
“Yes,” you said, smiling, “My name is (Y/N). You know, I thought you did very
well against that bigger boy.”
“You think?” he asked. You nodded.
“Yes,” you said, “And I think one day, you will be better than all the others.”
“Really?” Ronan said, his face brightening at the thought.
“I think one day, I am going to hear all about the famous warrior, Ronan of the
Kree,” you said, “And I will be proud to know you.”
“I’ll make you proud,” he said firmly, his fists clenching, “I promise. I’m
going to be the best.”
“My lady?” the General called from the other side of the gym, “We must be
moving on now.”
“Yes, of course,” you said, standing, “Make me proud, Ronan.” You bent down and
kissed his cheek before heading back to the General, looking back over your
shoulder to give the boy a quick smile.
Thirty years later…
You were back, back within the Kree Empire, this time at the
bidding of King Loki. There was a new Emperor now, one who wanted to take you
to the libraries, museums and gardens again. This time, you didn’t hesitate to
ask to see the military academy again. You remembered fondly the young boy you
had seen being thrown around by an older child, and who had seemed so happy to
think you believed in him.
A different man awaited you this time upon your arrival. You
smiled politely even though his jaw dropped when he saw you. It wasn’t until he
spoke your name without being introduced, in a deep gravelly voice, that you
looked at him properly. It was his eyes, those piercing, violet eyes that
triggered a memory.
“Ronan?” you said softly. He nodded. You couldn’t believe it. The small boy you
had known was so different. Almost seven feet tall, powerfully built with broad
shoulders, he was a far cry from the ‘little scrag’ he had once been. He
reached out, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
“I have thought about you everyday since we last met,” he said, stepping
closer, towering over you, but still holding your hand in his.
“Did you make me proud?” you asked, still amazed that this fine physical
specimen before you was the same person. Tingles running down your arm from
where his fingers still clasped yours.
“Yes, and I have you to thank for it,” he said as he leaned in and kissed your
Summary: Another one of Starks failed experiments causes a rift in Universes causing their Actor selves from another Parallel Universe to come through. Steve has to face Hayley, the women that looks like the girl from his past, Tony has to deal with another him & you have to put up with another set of Avengers. Warnings: Swearing, fluff moments and breaking the 4th wall A LOT! Admins Note: I had a dream about this, I told Angie and she has basically helped me write it by giving me title ideas, ideas in general and telling me what I should and shouldn’t put in. Not really a specific plot, just that Steve doesn’t know whether to move on and it’s made more difficult with Hayley Atwell coming through the portal also, Bucky has to put up with being in love with you but seeing Sebastian make better ground & Wanda is forever crying over Aaron & Everyone keeps getting Scott Lang and Paul Rudd mixed up. This will probably end with Bucky x Reader getting together, also be prepared for me to mess you up- Rosalee
You stood beside Scarlett and Jeremy as everyone placed bets, it was funny to see Thor set the hammer down on the coffee table and look at his double with a challenging smirk; you had witnessed the Avengers try and fail to lift the hammer.
Although you had a sneaky suspicion that Chris will be able to lift the hammer, considering he is Thor from the alternate universe it would make sense for him to be able to lift it, right?
You watched as Chris Evans gave a good luck pat on Chris Hemsworth broad shoulders, he stepped forwards as Thor crossed his arms over his chest, it was like they were looking in a mirror; only Chris has shorter hair and normal clothes for this world, whereas Thor was still in his usual get-up, cape and all. It was silent as they both shifted their eyes to the hammer; Chris held a cocky grin as Thor just let out a loud chuckle, he was dead certain on the fact this moral wouldn’t be able to lift the hammer.
“There’s no way this man can hold the mighty Mjolnir” Thor chuckled deeply with a grin, arms still crossed over his chest, he gestured to… himself with the cropped haircut and strong Aussie accent “he is but an imposter in that Universe, a man merely playing a God, he is not worthy” Thor concluded and Chris asks an eyebrow at him.
“Listen to mate” strong Australian accent bearing through “I’d hate to embarrass you in front of your little Avenger buddies but I am you” Chris states firmly to Thor who rolls his eyes, Chris lets out an exhausted sigh “I don’t remember playing him this arrogant” Chris comments.
“I do” Jeremy mutters back, you let out a soft chuckle as Thor uncrosses his arms and picks up Mjolnir and holds it out to Chris, waiting for the man to take the hammer he shakes it slightly in a teasing motion.
“Are you sure about this?” Chris asked and Thor nodded in silence, Chris lets out a long sigh and lifts his right hand and takes the shaft of the hammer, holding securely the nods for Thor to let go.
It happens slowly but the hammer falls to the floor, Thor lets out a booming laughter along with some others, a few groans as people start to fondle for their wallets… only Chris starts to laugh too and everyone is silent, even Thor quietens down.
“I am such a talented actor” he flaunts as he stands up, throwing the hammer up and it spins and he grabs it again, cocky grin as he flashes his skills to everyone and it’s just silence as the Avengers take this in; first Vision and now Chris Hemsworth?
“Not worthy?” Chris scoffed at Thor’s words from moments ago “I have three children and pestering younger brother, you really think I am not worthy of this hammer? I’ve lived your life, my friend, if anyone is more worthy of holding this other than you, it’s me!” Chris beams holding Mjolnir back to Thor, who narrows his eyes but takes the hammer, he slowly starts to smile at Chris before chuckling.
“You make a fine Thor, brother” he concludes loudly, you watch as people bark up their payments, a few grumbles from some and others beaming with pride over their choice.
“And the Oscar goes to; Chris Hemsworth” Paul Rudd cheers, holding Chris’s arm up as he bows in thank appreciation.
“I’d like to thank my parents, my family and just… I’m kidding” he joked “although for a moment it was a little heavy and I thought this could be embarrassing, thankfully… it was a good day” you chuckled at that “I now want to see everyone try their other’s stuff” you nodded in agreement “well, Sebastian can’t because… I don’t think the arm comes off like yours” Sebastian chuckled at that.
“I also don’t think Bucky would want me snooping for his mask either, I’ll let him be Bucky” he shrugged and you nodded at that.
“I have no idea what was wrong with Steve,” you tell Chris and he shrugs “I guess this whole thing has surprised everyone, it’s making everyone act insane, I’m sure he’ll ease by tomorrow” you smile and he nodded with a small sigh.
“Hopefully” he looks at you “I always thought we’d get along, I mean he’s one of those characters that as an actor you dream of playing, then you get it and you have this overwhelming feeling of I gotta make him good for the fans and that puts pressure on you” he sighed out again, running hands down his face as you nodded in sympathy “I almost didn’t take the role because of the anxiety then Robert phoned me, told me I’d me crazy not to, that he’d be beside me to help me through the thick of it and I went for it; And the one guy you’d want to approve – which is him, he doesn’t” he flailed his arms out and let them drop to his sides.
“When Steve has calmed down talk with him” you nudge with a small smile “the best way to get through to Steve Rogers is by talking” he nodded lightly at that “besides the tension and stress of today is just riding on him, he probably just flipped on you because you were the closest, it could have been anyone” you rolled your (E/C) eyes at him and he chuckled.
“Thanks, honestly I swear myself and other you have these kind of conversations all the time” you chuckled and smiled at that “we’re hoping that in the next Avengers movie you are in it, inside you just being Agents of SHIELD, I think Robert has started a petition for it actually” you laughed at him and he chuckled alongside you.
“Well I’ll pray for me” he chuckled “I have to go check on Bucky, I’ll see you later” he nodded and let you leave to go see how Bucky is.
Bucky wasn’t in his room, in fact, through the rest of yesterday and throughout the morning of today you hadn’t seen him, you thought that maybe he requested for Steve to take him back to his apartment; which bummed you out because you hoped he would ease into everyone.
You walked through the tower, you don’t think you’d get used to seeing any of the other Avengers, it was weird to see Bruce down in the lab and then walk upstairs and see Bruce in the kitchen; it gave you a headache in fact.
“Wanda” you skipped up to the petite women she grinned, linking arms as you walked down the hallways, conversing about random topics “So, tell me have you talked to Aaron?” you asked and she shakes her head.
“He actually knocked on my door last night but I pretended to be asleep, I guess I could be actress” she chuckled and you grinned at her “I just need some time it’s still a little new to me, especially with his… death so fresh that it just brings up unwanted thoughts” you nodded in understanding “how are you and Bucky?” she asked, you rolled your (E/C) eyes at her, she was certain that yourself and Bucky would be a couple soon and you often called her crazy for that.
“I haven’t seen him since yesterday, well I’ve seen Sebastian but… our Bucky” she then comments with ‘your Bucky’ and you punched her shoulder playfully “naa he’s hasn’t shown his face” you shrugged,
“I’m sure he will” Wanda patted your shoulder “he follows you around like a lost little puppy-dog, he’ll show up to follow you around like the nerd he is” you chuckled and nodded in agreement.
“Can you believe Chris can lift the hammer?” you freaked and Wanda laughed “I mean I get he is Thor but still, surprising” you both entered the kitchen and see; Natasha, Scarlett, Elizabeth, Jeremy and Clint all sat around the breakfast bar chatting away.
Aaron was stood buttering toast, everyone muttered mornings, Wanda excused herself to the gym to train with Sam- although you knew he was too busy with Hayley and Anthony, and you believed Chris also. You watched as Aaron left quickly after her, hopefully, they sort this out.
A FEW HOURS LATER
“Hey, Sebastian” you chime and he turned with a grin “what you up to?” you asked and he shrugged, he began to tell you that he got lost twice on the way back to his ‘room’ plus he couldn’t find the toilet, or the kitchen for a good hour and that made you chuckle “don’t worry I got lost all the time around here too” you shrugged with a grin and he nodded.
You frown when you see someone in the shadows, they were lingering behind Sebastian and watching him, peaking every now and then around the corner “Um, I think Bucky is either stalking me or you” you whisper and Sebastian chuckled.
“Me” he confirms and you frown “he has been since last evening” he tells you with a shrug and you chuckle at him “he keeps getting closer and I think that either means; he is slowly figuring out how to kill me or he is slowly trusting me” he smirked smartly “either way I am excited” you raised your eyebrows “I don’t think he knows I know he is there, I thought he was a master assassin, unless I just him know so well that I just sense his presence” he shrugged and you smiled, you peaked behind him and see Bucky frowning, he obviously overheard some of the conversation.
“How did you know?” Bucky stalked over, Sebastian turns his torso to look behind himself and shrugged “I’m losing my touch” Bucky mutters and turned to stalk off, you skipped after him and pulled his hand, dragging him towards Sebastian with a bright grin and Bucky trying to gently pry you off him.
“Bucky this is Sebastian” you gesture.
“I know” Bucky tells you, Sebastian watches as Bucky stares down at you, you give him a narrowed look telling him with your eyes to play nice and formerly introduce himself “Hi, Sebastian” Bucky grumbles, refusing to look at him but his feet like a child, you grin clasping his human hand in both of your hands and nudged him to look up.
“Hey, Bucky… can I call you Bucky?” he asked and Bucky nodded at him “sorry if this freaks you out, it is just as freaky for me as it is for you, trust me” Sebastian chuckled and Bucky frowned slightly “you are just a character in my world, not a real person, so to see you walking around and… talking it’s kinda weird; especially since I do that for a job” he chuckled nervously and Bucky nodded in thought.
“I suppose it is weird for us both” he commented, you slowly let go of Bucky’s hand hoping he wouldn’t notice you sneaking out of the room, he did but he didn’t stop you; he watched as you left quietly and looked back awkwardly at Sebastian “Is she more annoying in mine or your universe?” Bucky asked and Sebastian chuckled,
“You find her annoying?” Bucky shrugged “she’s just the same really” Sebastian shrugged “I think the only annoying thing about (Y/N) is the fact she puts everyone before herself, that irks me a little, more times I have to remind her to look after herself” he shrugged and Bucky nodded, always having to remind you that he is okay, or he can survive long enough for her to shower and eat.
“Is she like Mark? Does she have a family, children and husband?” Bucky asked, eyeing Sebastian as he grinned,
“Not a husband, yet anyway” he shrugged and Bucky nodded, a familiar knot tightening in his stomach, a feeling of deep anger bubbling inside him and he didn’t understand why “she’s happy, I mean it was a whirlwind relationship, it happened so suddenly and now a year later… she may be getting purposed to” he grinned and Bucky nodded “you okay?” Sebastian asked, a frown settling on his face.
“When am I ever okay?” Bucky chuckled but it came out forced and loud, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked sad more than angry “I’m happy for her, she deserves to be happy, too long she has been looking after me” He began to edge away from Sebastian before turning around fully and leaving “Nice talking to you” Sebastian called after him but he kept walking, shoulders hunched and anger boiling inside of himself, he can’t even get you in another universe? How was he meant to have you in this one?.
(Let me know what you think of this part! I tried to make it funny and have some character development with Sebastian x Bucky, let me know what you think is going to happen or want to happen. Share and heart - Rosalee)
Thor Odinson, my heir, my first born. So long entrusted with the mighty hammer, Mjolnir, forged in the heart of a dying star. Its power has no equal! It’s a weapon to destroy or as a tool to build. It is a fit companion for a king.