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
italics = thoughts
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Natasha's fingers carded through your hair, separating the strands to braid them back. She spoke fondly of her sister, Yelena, as she did. Telling you all about her and how she wore her hair. How Natasha hopes to try those hairstyles on you, knowing you would look badass.
"What is badass?" you asked her.
"It is like... sorvigolova," she tells you.
"I see," you nodded.
"Lean your head back more," she instructed. You leaned your head back to rest against her legs, your back propped up against her as she sat on the couch, and you on the floor. You jolted when your head hit her legs, but she just eased your head back down.
Loki walked in a few minutes later as Natasha finished braiding a portion of your hair.
"You look like a Valkyrie, love," he commented with a grin.
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"Papa, what's a Valkyrie?"
"A brave warrior who rides a pegasus. They are sworn to protect Asgard and its people," he told you.
"I wanna be one!" you screeched with excitement.
"y̵̢̢̨̥̠͙̣̎/̵̤̦̏̀̿̊̚n̷̻̜̭̫͓̦̮̼̟̑̆̋̅̐͛̆̒̕͘..." he said with a saddened face. "I think you'll be perfect." But his eyes betrayed his words. He did not want you to be a Valkyrie. He wanted you to be safe and protected by them.
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"y/n?" Natasha asked worriedly, your eyes fluttering back open. You sat up slightly, holding a hand over your eyes.
"Huh?" you wondered.
"Are you okay?!" Bruce shouted, running into the room with a small medical kit. He held a light to your eyes, and you blinked before staring into the flashlight for a moment.
"Woah, what is the light for?"
"You passed out." Bruce's eyebrows furrowed toward your question.
"Passed out? I was just remembering my... father," you looked down.
"Did the mention of a Valkyrie trigger your memory?" Loki stepped in. "Much like the word soulmate did when we first met." He mumbled the last bit, crouching down to wipe a thumb over your cheek. No crystals. You almost slapped his hand away again, but for some reason, you didn't want to. You wanted him to be there, touching you. It felt weird, and you turned your head away.
"Well, I'm glad you're alright. Let me help you up," Bruce said, holding out a hand.
"Thank you for coming to my aid so quickly, and no need, Nat is braiding my hair. I just happened to already be resting against her, which was... lucky."
"Definitely lucky. Drink some water, please," Bruce told you. "I have to get back to work. Please take care of her, Nat."
You nodded, turning to Natasha, who had just been listening. "Sounds like you need to start hearing some more Asgardian terms. Maybe that would help retrieve your memories," she smiled. "The good memories, at least."
"Are there bad memories?" you questioned.
"Very."
And you left it at that. Loki affectionately tucked the unbraided portion of hair behind your ear before magicking away to gods knows where. While she finished braiding, you told her what you remembered and what your dad looked like. Then your mom, and then she told you what her family looked like besides Yelena, whom you had already heard so much about. By the end, you were sitting beside her, scrolling through her phone and looking at pictures. It was interesting to see everything on the little device. Not that there were many, and most were very recent.
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This was not the best idea. It was pouring outside, but you were curious about flying in the rain and pitched it as some sort of training. Tony was also curious when he heard your idea. An added bonus being that the rain hindered people's vision of you, so you didn't have to wear the invisibility suit.
So here you were. Your hair stuck to your face as the braid Natasha had so carefully done that morning came apart with the wind. Lightning strikes lit up the sky and flashed your vision in and out of focus.
"Ready to get up there?" Tony asked with enthusiasm.
"Yeah," you screamed over the howling wind. "Bruce said something about not getting sick!" you remind an already shivering Tony. Who then shrugged and gave you his Playboy grin.
"Doesn't matter if I get sick, and I'm pretty sure you can't!"
"I hope you're right!" you say before taking off into the sky. Freedom, rain, air, thunder, and lightning surrounded you as you flew further into the troposphere.
The air was charged with electricity, and you could feel it as each lightning bolt zapped from cloud to cloud or cloud to ground.
You punched the air in front of you, oxygen escaping your lungs as you looked beneath you. The view was as amazing as you remembered.
Your head was empty and there was nothing to stop you from flying away, except for your soulmates waiting on the ground. Tony stood on the roof trying to make out your form in the clouds. There were no comms this time. Partly because of the storm. Too dangerous, even if they were waterproof. You could not feel the cold, however, so you doubted being electrocuted would do much.
"Ah, my type of lady," Thor said, stepping out onto the roof as you flew around the storm clouds high in the sky.
"Certainly, just need to get those memories back," Tony puzzles.
"She enjoys the storm, does she not?" Thor asked.
"A chance to get away without comms and an invisibility suit? Hell yeah, she's enjoying it."
"Good man, Stark." Thor pats Tony's shoulder.
You watched from above and, for a while, let the rain truly soak you. It was invigorating. It was freeing.
An hour later, you decided to land, but when you did, the concrete was so slippery you fell off the other side of it,with no railings to stop you. You laughed at your mistake as you flew back onto the platform, dropping yourself down beside Tony, who looked shocked.
"Sorry, I did not mean to do that. We need railings," you told him. To which he nodded.
"Who knew that falling off the tower would be what makes you laugh?" he exclaims, leading you back in with a hand on the back of your soaked shirt.
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