It’s Hard to Balance | Part x
Description: The truth is revealed.
Notes: Sorry if this sucks, guys. Next part should or might be the last. Remembered when I had good writing? Yeah, I don’t either.
Characters: Thor, Loki, Baldur, Sif, OC 1, OC 2, Peter Parker
Ships: Peter Parker x reader
Warnings: Mention of drugs, mention of parental abuse, childhood neglect, basically alot! Don’t read if you feel you might be triggered, please!
Your memories grow darker, as does your vision and your grapple on reality. Peter’s embrace is faint, but the touch of the Well’s gold liquid is stronger than anything you’ve felt before, and yet subtle enough to force you to focus on the dreams. You’re getting lost; that’s one thing Loki forgot to mention.
“There’s a light… it’s gold.” Peter says slowly, his eyes closed and his palm cupping your wrist and keeping it in the Well,” Her mom is there. I think this is her birth!”
Your mother looks down at the child in her arms and recoils. She’s read book after book and article after article; everyone saying that it’s between three and six months for their true eye color starts to show. And yet, the infant in her grasp has powerful E/C eyes, that you would never find on a child younger than three months. The tears in the mother’s eyes make the nurses coo, but the reason is utterly different from what they imagine. It is not the love of a mother that makes her cry, but the fact that her true love left her… with this child. This child that she wanted. She had put the drug in his drink, after all. She had done the deed. So why did the little girl she had wanted with him suddenly become a nightmare?
Her husband, not the father of this child—how could he be? The power radiating from her already is incredible—cries out when he see’s her. Taking her into his arms, he rocks her. A Doctor walks in and begins to discuss the name of the child. Without missing a beat, her husband hugs the little girl close and whispers,”Y/N…” His breath stutters as he looks at the child that he thinks is his,”(Full name).” He assures again.
She contemplates what she can do. He’ll come for the little girl, surely, someday. Maybe if she keeps her, she can see him again. But her present husband can’t be there. The love they once had is absent, and gone forever. She has her new love. So when the doctor leaves and he continues to cradle her, your mother whispers,”I want a divorce.”
The father looks up from the child, eye’s conflicted and startled,”What?”
“The baby isn’t yours,”She breathes evenly,”I want a divorce.”
Nine Months Earlier
He’s furious when he awakes. He knows what she’s done and he’s yelling and throwing things. His roars shake their hotel room. They shake the world. They shake the realm. She cries his name, again and again,”Baldur, Baldur please!” He glares at her with every utter of his name.
Baldur picks his belongings from the floor, shoulders hunched with the intent to find a new purpose. Odin had banished him to Midgard when he denied marrying the princess of Vanaheim. It was to make peace, it was for peace, but he wanted nothing to do with the Vanir or their princess. So he declined. Thus, his father banished him. He thought he would do good without his powers, he thought that finding love—with the woman who is now begging him to stay—would indicate his feelings of hatred to his father. But he knows he must come back, he knows he must return to Asgard and retake his sleeping powers. He is the god of the sun, and without him, Asgard is a dark world.
His eyes darken to a rusted gold turned to steel as he glares. The only hope he has is the piece of stone he has within his necklace. Even with the infinity stones powers lessened, he is still more powerful than any army, as powerful as he was before. He will find his way home. He will leave this woman behind.
Her love has left her with this child, who is her only hope of his return. He will come back for her. Baldur would come back for his child, right? She finds herself hating the little girl with every passing day. Why hasn’t he come back? Why hasn’t he returned so she can apologize? She thought that the child would bring them together, not apart.
Your mother knows he is watching her. She knows that Baldur will return for you. Maybe if she got another, made another child, he would be jealous and return? The child is so much like him. But her powers have not shown themselves—at the time of her conceiving, Baldur did not have his powers. They were locked away. Maybe hers are the same, and he can return and they can be a family, as she’s always wanted.
So she finds another. She has a second child, a boy, with a different man. This one, she loves unconditionally. She has named him (brother’s name), and it suits him very well. And still, even if she neglects his child, pushes her away and forces her into alienation, Baldur does not return.
Baldur is back. He is a prince of Asgard once more, and they need him just as he suspected. His name is preached and his flags are waved. The only one who does not celebrate is Loki; Loki knows what has happened. He knows of the other child he has now. Raakel does not know of her sister, and Baldur makes sure of that.
But he watches as your mother pushes you away. You are amazing, as he wanted you to be if you would have come into the world as he had imagined. Maybe… maybe if he sends you the case which holds the broken remains of his stone… then maybe you can save yourself. It is the least he can do. You can regain your powers, rid them both of your mother and get your revenge, and you will never know of him and he will forget about you.
But his pity fades over time. You become a warrior, as his daughter has. You absorbed the stone’s energy and unlocked your Asgardian attributes, and have increased them all the same. You have become more than human, more than Asgardian, more than the light he wanted you to have. But the thought of his child does not lead to you, but Raakel. You are a part of him created without consent, a monster forming beneath his nose. He does not want you
You pull your hands from the Dream Well, form shaking and coughing on the air. Peter takes you into his arms, and you let it out. Your father doesn’t want you. You’re half Asgardian. Raakel is your half-sister. Your mother drugged your father in a state of weakness and then created you. You. She kept you only because she wanted him to come back, only because she thought he would care for you. He doesn’t. But he pitied you enough to send down the case with the piece of one of the infinity stone, and then you touched it and it unlocked your powers and you became more. And he only gave them so you could get rid of your mother. That didn’t work.
Peter cups your neck, running a soothing hand down your back. Loki casts his head down and looks away from the sight; he knew. Thor and Sif exchange a worried glance, and Raakel is completely oblivious to your relation.“I… I want to…” You choke into Peter’s shoulder,”I want to go home.” You whisper. Peter nods reassuringly, his eyes distant and his touch shivering. What kind of father would do such a thing? What kind of mother hates her child?
“Who was it?” Raakel speaks up,”Do you know who her father is?”
Peter opens his mouth to answer, but as you shake and sob in his arms he can only shake his head. The water of the Dream Well subsidies into its depths. You almost feel like breaking into his embrace and drowning in the depths. Your heart is grabbed by the bony hands of truth and squeezed until the gold blood oozes like pure, liquified pain. You want to be angry. You want to be furious, you want to crush Asgard beneath your heel and never return. You want to go home.
“When Balder was banished…” Loki trails off. There’s something in his eyes; a pain that mirrors your own. He knows what it’s like to be lied to. Sif and Lahn catch on, gazes falling to the grass that doesn’t seem as perfect anymore,”He and Y/N’s mother…” Loki only shakes his head, turning on his heel and back toward the castle,”I’ll have the guards collect your things.” He assures. With a final glance in your direction, you watch him mouth “I’m sorry” and take his leave.
“Lady Y/N…” Thor sighs. He looks to Sif and Raakel,”Take them home.” The hammer in his grasp is twisted, the metal shrieking as he angrily turns,”Balder and I are to have an important discussion.”
Peter presses a kiss to your hair, your sobs fading to weeping that presses painfully against the inside of his rib-cage.