𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓐 '𝓜𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓷'
↳ (13 avengers x reader)
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｡･:*˚:✧｡ You crash land on Asgard, not knowing who you are or where you're from, and especially not knowing what a 'soulmate' is. May the Allfather guide you on your journey ac...
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y/n = your name
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The man looked taken aback. His eyebrows knitted together as he placed a fist to his heart. He noticed your arm and stared at it before his attention flickered back to you.
"To be human is to come from the place called 'Earth' as it is called. If you are from there, then you would most likely be a human," he explained to you.
"Oh, then I believe I am not." Your posture was rigid and you gave him a stone-faced expression. You pulled your hair behind yourself and brushed off some dust from your shoulders and chest. The sweat and grime coated you from falling mercilessly through about eight floors of the probably enormous building.
"I am Thor Odinson, first in line for the throne of Asgard, and God of Thunder." You stared at him, trying to see through his façade as he was suddenly cheery and bright as opposed to the saddened look he grazed the hallways with earlier.
"I do not know who I am," you said coldly and truthfully. If any time was to come when his reaction should change immediately, it would be now.
"That is okay. Did you... create this?" he asked cautiously, pointing towards the several layers of crumbling rock above you. You slowly nodded, his sunny exterior never cracked.
"I wouldn't say create," you said with a straight face. "More like destroyed it." Thor chuckled for a moment before realizing you were not the laughing type. You stared blankly at him. His laughter died out into an awkward silence for a moment.
"That is okay, you're surely not human." Thor then seemed to draw close before deciding against it as you glared. Instead he chose to walk alongside you. "Come, you should meet my mother and father, the King and Queen of Asgard. They will determine your stay here," he said with a wide smile.
"My stay here? I do not wish to stay. I know nothing of your people and have no intention of being tricked by you." You halted your pace, and the man stopped too, frowning toward your hostility to his display of hospitality.
"You think this a trick? We will provide you with new clothes to cover that tattered mess. Perhaps a bath would do you well to ease your anger," the man scrutinized gripping your wrist and dragging you along. You did not think him capable of being rude, yet here he was. You hastened your pace to keep up, arriving shortly at the throne room. He looked guilty a couple of steps later, glancing back at you once in longing.
You still couldn't remember your name, but every once in a while a faint glimmer of hope widened your vision. You were certain they would let you stay, not that you wanted to. But then, you could take some time to figure out who you were or might have been, away from this man who made you feel weird. You needed to get away from him. Yet some part of you was urging you closer.
Walking through gilded, golden, double doors you were met with a long hallway. Columns led the path through beautiful mosaics that displayed the family's colorful past ventures.
You walked through the pillars, admiring the artwork beneath your feet and above your head but trying not to show it. Once you came up to the ginormous glittering throne, Thor stopped abruptly. Upon it was seated the King, holding his staff at his side with guards all around. You couldn't explain why you were disappointed, but you wished to see the Queen as well.
"What brings you here? I have many meetings to attend to today," the King said grumpily.
"This lady here crashed through 8 floors of the castle with nothing but a small scratch and some bruises. She is no human. She has come here, perhaps from another world," Thor declared to his father.
The King diverted his gaze from his son to yourself. He seemed to assess you with an all-knowing gaze. You wrung your hands behind your back. He stared at your arm for a moment as well before looking away in distaste.
"You will find out what you need to do soon. Whether it be good or bad, you are here now and perhaps for a reason. I welcome you to stay in one of the many guest rooms here in the castle for however long you please, take care and do come see me if you have any questions," the King said, with a straight face.
"When... might I ask, would that happen?" you asked, confusion evident on your face. You did not know what you needed to find out. Was it who you were? What do these tattoos mean?
"I cannot tell you. Now go, I have more important matters we were discussing before you both barged in here."
And that was that. The King had given you a room and Thor led you away before a group of servants swarmed you and took you away from him. You did not turn back to look at him as he did but left with the burning sensation and desire in your heart that you did not think to be true at the time. You had not understood the feeling. And would not for a while.
After much protest from you and being thoroughly covered in jewels and different dresses. A simple yet elegant one was bestowed on you. It was light blue, the color of a recently bloomed forget-me-not flower.
A gold-encrusted belt ran around your waist and cinched in the flowy fabric. The servants had neatly and intricately taken care of your hair and had bathed you. They had also covered both arms up with makeup. And after all of that, you were finally set free from the confines of your room.
Stopping along the many hallways, you had no idea where you were going but did not want to ask someone for directions outside. Along the way, there was a huge floor-length window of a mirror. Its reflective surface was mesmerizing and you gazed at yourself, trying to remember how you looked.
H/l, h/c hair draped across your shoulders with jewelry scattering your arms and neck. E/c eyes stared back at you almost menacingly as they scanned every part of your body reflected by the glass. Your left arm had been covered with makeup up to the tip of your ear and back. But only your right wrist had some on the other side. It was peculiar, but for now, you wanted to find a quiet space to work with your mind.
And possibly figure out why that mark or whatever it was, was burning, up until Thor had left you behind.
