Breathe Me
Pre-Thor, Alternate Universe
Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel's Thor, or Marvel's The Avengers, this is just a play of my imagination.
This is rated M for adult themes and some language, nothing to hardcore.
Instead of writing a multi-chapter fic I chose to write a fic containing three arcs with different parts in each of them, I know this doesn't make sense; you're probably "like the hell is she blabbering about?" You just have to read it to understand what I'm attempting to do.
Arc One: Chosen
Part I
His sorcery was the source of his well being, without his magic he would be nothing more than a shadow compared to his brother, his magic is the power that set him apart from the rest of the oafish warriors that protected Asgard with their bloodied swords and rusted shields. He took pride on the simple truth that he was a considered the best sorcerer in all of Asgard, with his teleportation techniques and shaping shifting spells; he could be the most lethal warrior of all time.
But then again, there was the matter of his brother who contained brute strength and spectacular warrior instincts, his brother who led legions of warriors into glorious battles wielding the Mjölnir and who has the heart of Asgard in is calloused hand. No matter how many spells he conjured or how many enemies blood he shed with the use of his sorcery, it nothing compared to his brother's fighting skills or his hammer.
Loki with his elegant hands gently poured the drop of Zaaaakerio potion into the basin, lifting his rusted goggles over his head, the prince studied the way that the water in the basin colored dark purple then blue and settled with smoke evaporating from liquid, Loki quickly snatched the glass bottle from the table next to him and scooped up the liquid with a smirk playing at the ends of his mouth.
Just as Loki was screwing a cork in the bottle to contain the newly made potion, his brother Thor bustled into his room, announcing his presence with his naturally booming voice.
"Brother where are you?" Thor asked as he studied his younger brother's chambers, unlike he own chambers, Loki's quarters were precisely clean and organized, instead of walls of animal furs on his wall, the prince had bookshelves that almost overflowed with books and maps of Asgard. Thor went further into his brother's room, surveying the huge bed that was bathed in silken green sheets and blankets and walking past his bathing room to his laboratory where he found his brother hunched over a basin of some liquid.
"Why brother, I never expected to find you locked up in here" Thor greeted teasingly, he approached his brother and gave him a hearty slap on the back, throwing Loki off balance and causing him to drop his bottle of potion. Loki willed his magic and stopped the bottle just before it made contact with the ground, Loki bent over and picked his potion up and stored it safely with his other contraptions.
"Hello Thor, you smell of sweat and beef, have you been fighting Volstagg again?" Loki questioned peeling off his leather gloves and discarding them in the hamper next to his furnace.
"Why yes I have, but I was rudely interrupted by father, who asked me to retrieve you from your cave so he can have a word with you." Thor said smoothing down his golden locks and leaning on the cherry door.
"Why didn't father come himself?" Loki asked, his brow dipping in confusion.
"Do not ask me, I wish I knew the old man's mind and how it worked"
"Likewise brother, well I suppose I shouldn't keep him waiting much longer"
"You better hurry, he might fall in Odinsleep" Thor jested with a smile wide on his face.
Loki smirked at his joke and patted Thor on the shoulder. "Then I should make haste"
"Very well, I will be at the training grounds, with Lady Sif"
"Lady Sif?"
"Why yes brother" Thor waggled his eyebrows suggestively, nudging him in the ribs before leaving him.
Loki rolled his emerald irises; he grabbed a hand towel from a stool behind him and wiped his hands before leaving his chambers.
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It was logic.
Logic was a good thing, he even embraced logic.
But the truth was in this particular situation, logic could be damned for all he cared.
Loki raked his fingers through his raven hued locks, his mouth pressed tightly in a thin line as he paced back and forth.
He had no desire to do this; he had the urge to pound his fist on the marble flooring and throw a classic temper tantrum.
Even Thor, his idiotic oaf of a brother encouraged it, saying "If I were in your position Loki, I would do this faster than a Snirrkiagard who running from dangerous flames."
But he wasn't Thor; in fact they were similar to day and night, water and fire, rock and wind. They were completely different, and it wasn't Thor who convinced him to do this, it was his father, Odin, King of Asgard.
Odin took Loki aside, he comforting hand on his son's shoulder, and the words he uttered with no more than a hushed whisper.
"You will do this Loki, for me."
And Loki simply could not refuse.
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Busy hands fluttered around her much like bees in a field of sunflowers, polishing her face of what society calls imperfections and curled her flame like hair into precise ringlets and pinning them so her long elegant neck could be displayed. The makeup artist pulled out a tube of red rouge and painted her plump lips, after fastening a string of pearls that fell a few inches above her cleavage, her stylist started to gush uncontrollably.
"You are sooo lucky!"
"He ought to choose you, you look gorgeous!" Her hairstylist chimed in
"To be chosen from millions and millions of talent and beauty, what an honor!" her makeup artist piped up from the other room.
Their words punctured her flesh like knifes, she suppressed a shudder and got up from the chair she had been sitting on upon hours and hours, Natasha tightened the sash of her silken robe and followed her stylist to the other bedroom where her dress hung proudly.
"Beautiful isn't it?" Her stylist said taking down the dress and displaying it to the Russian beauty.
"It is." Natasha said, reaching her hand out to feel the expensive fabric.
"He is bound to pick you with this little number on" She winked
'I pray he doesn't'
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The tension in the splendor ballroom of the Four Seasons Hotel in Manhattan curled around the room like a whip, Natasha felt her skin itch with anxiety; she glanced at the other six women lined up to be displayed like cattle for sale. They were all beautiful in their own way, all talented and worthy to be the princess of a kingdom in the clouds. She looked to her left and studied Australia, who was a stunning blonde with oceanic blue eyes and bronzed skin; she was nearly jumping out of her skin with excitement, her pillowed lips wide with a giddy smile.
Natasha thought her naïve, if the blonde was chosen, she would have to be whisked away from some foreign land of legend never to feel the soft soil of the Earth or take her family in a hug. Natasha clenched her jaw in a scowl as the grand doors of the ballroom opened revealing two figures, a man and a woman, both regal in their own way.
The man was older; he was dressed in gold and silver armor with a deep crimson cape hanging from his broad shoulders, his face was aged with wrinkles of time and his left eye socket was covered with a golden eye patch, he look very royal pirate chic.
The woman was beautiful, with golden hair curled and pinned on the crown of her head displaying her neck that was covered in diamonds, she was wrapped in golden silk, looking every bit of royalty that she was, but her face held a kind motherly glow and her green eyes sparkling as she held her husband's arm.
The man cleared his throat and overlooked us before speaking, "You were chosen, handpicked from millions and millions of worthy mortal women, all of you possess beauty and talent, all of you are worthy to be a princess. If chosen your name will be known worldwide, you will be the hero of your realm, you will have brought protection and security onto your land. You are Midgard's signature, confirming the deal that was brought to life, in exchange of our warriors and protection, Midgard has offered supplies consisting of food and precious metals. And this marriage between one of you and my second son will be the confirmation that the deal is sealed."
He stepped forward and spoke again, "I'm proudly introduce my second son, Loki, Prince of Asgard"
The man who stepped through the doors was nothing that she expected; he was tall and lithe, dressed in gold armor like his father and a rich green cape hung from his shoulders, his face was beautiful, with sharp cheekbones and stunning angles. His inky smoothed back locks contrasted spectacularly with his emerald eyes that held a mischievous gleam.
He approached the seven beauties, eyeing them with great attention, he started them down like they were the hunted and he the hunter, Loki stopped at a young woman with flame like hair and a defiant look in her cerulean eyes.
She was beautiful, there was no denying it, he studied the gentle curve of her face and painted lips, he glanced at her black dress, that clung to her every curve like an old friend, the top dipped low displaying her ample cleavage and a string of pearls was snaked around her neck.
She tipped her chin up, challenging him to a silent battle of the wills, Loki considered her for a moment, having this woman as a wife would provide a life that would certainly not be boring, but then again, she was as stubborn as he and that could be make many clashes of between them.
So he moved onto a beautiful thin woman from North America, her face was dusted with coppery freckles and peppery orange hair, she would be suitable, she would be safe unlike the flame woman.
"I believe I found a wife" Loki looked at the young woman whose sky blue orbs widened in shock.
Natasha could have jumped with joy; she was now safe from a possible life of being confined to a wife of some snobby prince.
'Oh Joy!'
'Thank you God!'
'I'm free, I'm fre….
"I can't!" The woman cried out, her face falling to her hands as hot tears splashed on her cheeks.
"What do you mean you can't?" Odin asked sharply.
"I'm in love with another" She blubbered into her hands
"Virginia Potts I do believe?" Loki asked taking her hands from her face and gazing at her crestfallen look.
"Yes" She whimpered
"Go to your love, this isn't the life for you, it would be ungentlemanly if I took the love from another man" Loki said releasing her hands
"Thank you Prince Loki" She exclaimed wiping her tears from her face with her palm and hurrying out of the ballroom abruptly.
"Loki…?" Odin spoke up, his voice in question.
"It's quite alright father, I will just choose another" Loki silenced him
He walked down the line of now six women and stopped at Natasha, his eyes swept her figure than her face. He sensed the tension that was erupting inside of her, the woman was practically jumping out of her skin.
"You"
"Me?"
"You will make a suitable wife" Loki said with a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
'Wait…what?'
'Oh shit'
'Fucking fuck, fuck'
"It would be an honor Prince Loki." Natasha said automatically, he took her hand and led her out of the ballroom with Odin sending his consolations to the other women before following him.
"She's beautiful Loki, what's your name darling?" Frigga asked with a smile gracing her lips
"Natasha Romanoff, your highness" Natasha replied, her mind reeling in shock as the foursome exited the hotel.
"What a lovely name, you will fit right in at the palace" Frigga smiled at Natasha
"Thank you" Natasha said.
"Heimdall open the Bifrost" Odin called out to the sky
"The Bifrost?" Natasha asked, her red brows meeting in confusion
Loki smirked, "The first time it the hardest my dear"
"Wait what….
Natasha felt herself be ripped apart from molecule to molecule, she felt her body evaporate into an almost unbearable heat, she landed on a gold floor with a pained gasps escaping her lips, feeling weak and lightheaded.
Two strong hands hooked under her elbows and lifted her from the ground; Natasha looked up at Loki with bleary vision.
"A warning would be nice the next time" Natasha sputtered clutching onto Loki as she tried to find her footing.'
"But that takes all the fun away" Loki smirked leading her out of the Bifrost into an awaiting carriage.
"Fun for you" Natasha seethed feeling better as she sat down next to Loki, the carriage gave a lurch before the horses led it down Rainbow Bridge to the city of the Royal Palace.
"Don't be angry my dear" Loki chided her
"That thing is awful" Natasha commented as she peeked out of the window of the carriage to see the brilliant golden city.
"It is our device of transportation to other realms" Loki informed her
"That's….nice" Natasha said as they neared the majestic golden palace that stood high and proud.
"You don't seem too thrilled to be here" Loki studied her
"Well duty is duty Loki" Natasha sighed as a guard opened the door of the carriage; Loki stepped out and helped Natasha from the carriage
"I wish we didn't have to meet on such terms" Loki said as he led her into the palace
Three handmaidens hurried up to the couple, one of them spoke up, "We are to escort Madam Romanoff to the seamstress"
"Why?" Natasha asked
"Well to get your measurement for the wedding dress of course" She said
"Right now?" Natasha questioned
"Yes, Madam Romanoff, your wedding is tomorrow"
"Excuse me?"
A/N:
Cliffhanger (Mwuhahaha)
I had this idea a while ago and I now decided why not write it? So here it is, in the print, on the internet.
My musical inspirations for this story were: "Breathe Me" By Sia, "Cosmic Love" By Florence + The Machine, and "Letting Go" From the Thor Soundtrack
So please review, make suggestions or comments or stuff like that.
Have a great day you brave souls who have the courage to read my shit.