ミ The Calling

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You run down the stairs to your huge living room, searching for something, like a madman. Your half-long silver hair is flying around your neck, as you run up, and down again. The glass, full of wine, slopes dangerously aside in your hand with every turn, you take. After you choose to put it down to a little table and turn the light on, it is easier to find the controller, and turn the music off. With a last jump, you reach the phone, what is ringing for a minute at least, and answer it, panting.

"It's (Y/N)" you breathe. At the other end of the line, someone sighs tiredly. That sigh is far too familiar. Damn. "It's Freya" you correct yourself, rolling your eyes.

"Sounds better, Free" says a rich male voice. "Fellini, 6 pm. Avoid your jeans-shirt combo this time"

"I see" it is all, you answer, before the man breaks the line. It was not necessary to ask, how the hell he knew, you were here in this city again. After you push the button, the huge windows tremble again, as Jackson continues his song with the next line of Smooth Criminal. You reach the smoking table again, half walking - half dancing, lift your glass up, sit down to the soft couch, and sip one from the red liquid.

You look out of the window, what's in front of you, and gaze the growing storm with amazement. The autumn wind tears the leaves with so much power, you should probably hug something heavy for keeping your feet on the ground, if you went out now. Maybe a bole. There is not a lack of them, because your house stands right in the middle of the woods. And you love it. After the several long years, what you've spent in the urban jungle, you do so much!

Your light blue eyes close slowly. With this almost white skin, white hair and light blue eyes, you really feel like, you've just hurt the colors' feelings with something you've said or done, and they left you forever. You are like the albino version of your old self.

In the past, hundreds of years ago, you looked really different. With your originally (S/C) skin, (E/C) orbs and (H/C) tresses... Now, even your mother would not recognize you. Or only your mom. She told you, this effect would grow with your power, and after a time, it would not be reversible.

But you don't mind, after all, you look gorgeous in this form too! You're young, fit and this is the essence. Maybe, you're even more mysterious in this way. It was almost a year ago now, when you could transform back to your original appearance. Maybe, it will never happen again. That's why you chose to use your formal name, Freya, Goddess of Erynair, and not your human name, (F/N) (L/N). Even if you have to live in Midgard.

You smile for the sweet memories, the time, you've spent in your homeland, and let out a tired sigh. This was definitely a hard day. You woke up in a small flat, where there was not enough place for even a bathtub, and will fall asleep in a villa, what has three floors, and a swimming pool in the garden. Well, because it has a garden too. It sounds nice, but what happened between the two actions, made you deathly tired. Or that hard work made you this tired, what you did along the last years to be able to afford this building now. Who knows? Midgardian life is so strange, you can hardly find any logic in it. You gulp down the remain wine, and take another look around. Mostly in your mind.

On the downstairs, there is a hall, a big american kitchen with a counter and a huge dining room. On the first floor, you can find the living room, you are relaxing in currently, and the gym, on the other side. The second one is for the bedrooms and bathrooms. The whole building is light and warm at the same time, because of the brick, wood, the lot of white surfaces, and the dozen of colorful artistic masterpieces, what fill the rooms with life. When you glimpsed at the green couch and purple armchair, you knew, you could live your entire life here, between these walls.

Yes, this building reminds you of the castle, you used to live in with your parents, a long time ago. Not a miracle, you cannot find anything in it. You sigh again, kill the music and take your way up to the bedrooms. Choosing the middle one from the three doors, you enter the biggest one, and collapse on the huge-size bed, hoping for a deep slumber, what heals your nerves. Just when you start to drift into a misty dream, you realize, something is missing from your evening routine. Murmuring some not so ladylike words under your breath, you go down with heavy steps, open a little bag, and with your toothbrush and toothpaste in the hand, you spend another pleasant minute awake, in the bathroom. Finally, you jump into the bed, and grab the blanket tightly just in case... if an invisible force liked to separate you two. Your suitcases can wait in the hall until tomorrow. In the worst case, the burglar breaks his nose, after trips over them.

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In another part of the city, Tony, wearing his fine dark suit, glances up at his watch, and glares out of the window at the wet street again, from the backseat. His brown eyes cannot see anything new, but it's not easy looking through this heavy rain at all. His car doesn't move any in the traffic jam since long minutes for now, but that is not enough reason for him to loose his patience. Who cares, if he is late from somewhere, he doesn't even want to go to? His fingers run through his brown hair, and he looks down at his legs. At the last moment, before he could get into the car, he stepped into a damn puddle, and he didn't even check, if there were little dirty patches along his trousers, or not. He leans back soon, knowing it is clean, and wonders, how pleasant it would be, just sitting in the bar of his apartment with a drink in the hand, instead of going to another boring party. It takes five more minutes, till the engine's buzzing tears him out of his tired thoughts again, and the view changes finally.

When the car stops, and the door opens, a familiar figure steps to him from the shadow. "I honestly thought, you're late... or more likely stay at home" says Fury, wearing his black uniform, as always.

"I've thought about it" Tony answers, and they walk together toward the other guests. "What can I tell her?" the billionaire hits the topic.

"Invite her" comes the short answer.

"And?"

"And I'll speak with her, when it's time" Fury says, and turns back, leaving there the surprised man.

Tony stops for a minute, thinking of that time, you two spent together. It was not a fairy tale, not even a sweet relationship with Valentine's Day presents and romantic evenings with cuddling on the couch. More likely, at that time, you two were very hurt, very lonely and very drunk. That time was great, however. Being close, talking about really every fucking little part of your life and saying goodbye, when you two found somebody to love. You two agreed, that Tony was an egoistic asshole, and you were a dangerous idiot. You became friends, who laugh at a moment, and punch the other in the face in the other one. There's a healthy balance, after all.

Knowing your common past, Tony thinks, that tomorrow meeting won't last long, if he simply asks you to go with him. Last time, when he did so, he got a black eye as an answer.

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Two figures are standing in the moonlight. They don't say a word, don't even glance at each other. Their silence is as heavy, as their heart.

It was only a week ago, when the world turned one with our heroes. Especially with the God of Thunder. It was only a week ago, when he spent a pleasant day with his mates in the Stark tower, watching some funny action movies - in which the hero always wins, the evil one dies, and there's a wise saying after every movement, the good ones do - doing some training, eating some junk food, Steve ordered – and Tony was not disinclined to eat - , and accompanying Jane on her way home. It was exactly a week ago, when the lovely couple was walking on the 57th street, holding hands, talking lightly, laughing at everything, without any trouble near or far, and caught a glimpse of a tall man, who was standing at the hotel's entrance, and was too familiar, even from the other side of the street. His half long black hair was something, people don't wear often in this century.

Thor had to blink once and twice to be sure, he did see, what he thought, he has seen. Jane only went mute for almost an hour from the shock. It was him. Loki. Alive.

His brother, he thought, was dead. He had to be! He died in his arms! In front of his very eyes! He wore midgardian clothes – black jeans, white shirt – and seemingly was in lack of his previous eternal pride and disdain. When the two god's gaze met, you could think, the air froze in the whole city of New York. Literally. As from nothing, the sky darkened, and the wind lifted everything and everybody, who could not find a shelter quickly. Jane gently held his strong fist, and the thunder subsided. The man tore his gaze from Loki's, who was still standing motionless, as a statue, with a face, as he would have been slapped in the face with his brother's hammer.

Yes, it was a week ago, when Loki was captured again. Nobody counts how many times for now.

It's hard to calculate, how you would react in a situation, like this. The blonde god's storm almost destroyed the downtown at first. Later, he chose to hug his beloved brother for an hour at least, and cried, as a little child. After waking up from his innocent state, however, getting angry from his own naive nature, he hit Loki so hard, he flown through two walls before landed.

Natasha and Steve checked the alarm system, and made it clear, he would spend the rest of his life in a well guarded cell. Whatever happens. Clint only shook his head, and followed Tony to destroy a bottle of Jack Daniel's in his apartment. It was Bruce, who arrived there a little bit late. The fact, he found the supposed to be dead man leaning to the opposite wall, made him a little bit... angry.

When he calmed down a bit, and stopped hitting the god, Loki was in line with the ground's surface, and was hardly recognizable. He spent four days in the healing room after that, and three other days in the dungeons until now.

Thor finally went down to him, knowing what happened earlier, when he was left alone there, and opened the glass cell's door. The elevator made its way up quietly, and they arrived to the balcony, where the chill air could clear their mind at least a little.

Thor clears his throat, after a long silence.

"What's now?" he sighs, glaring at the sky. "What's the next step?" he addresses the question to his brother. More, than a minute passes, till Loki dares to open his mouth.

"I don't know" he confesses. "I honestly thought, we would never see each other again"

The blonde god has to smile for these words, because he cannot choose between getting angry or crying again. Both of them have already happened in that previous year, when he thought, Loki was dead. Nothing has left.

"I didn't expect to meet you here. To ruin your life with my presence. With the realization, I'm still alive, and what happened there-"

"Tell me just one thing" Thor says quietly. "Was it all a cheat again?" Loki turns to him with clear horror on his face. "Listen to me now carefully! Nobody else... No one will ask you, for everybody else is sure, it was. Maybe, they are cleverer. Not as blind, as I am. But still, I ask you now, and you better be honest"

"It was not" Loki answers in shock. "I have died! I-I thought I was dying!" he steps closer to Thor, piercing his green gaze into his. "I saw you... I heard your voice, and I even heard you shout! But I-I felt, as I was freezing, and every inch of strength left my body, and I didn't sense anything after that! How could I make any cheat then?!" he panics. "Brother, you have to believe me! When my eyes opened next time, I could not imagine, where the hell I was!" he finishes, taking deep breaths.

Thor simply nods, and lifts his gaze at the stars again. "You make me step to the very same point, where I was standing years ago, brother. I only wish, I could trust you" Loki's mouth forms a thin line. He knows very well, he has done everything to make them be unable to trust him. "It's time to go back. Tomorrow we will greet an old friend here. Maybe, you'll miss the Hulk's company then" he smiles brightly, what doesn't calm Loki down even a bit.

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A/N: Hello everyone, this is my very first 'x reader' story, so tell me, what you think! ^^
And forgive me, if the details were not correct, it's just a fiction! I don't follow the story line at all. :)