A/N: The plan is to follow two Universes in each chapter.
The Avengers, Loki, Iron Man, or anything of the like. Just the thoughts inside my head. And taking some personal freedoms with mythology and lore.
Gabby was looking through one of the gossip magazines at a stall, jaw dropped wide. Loki was looking through a more informational magazine that might help give them an idea as to where they were, and what the atmosphere might be like compared to their home.
"He's marrying Tony," she had gasped out. "Only, it's not Tony, and that's just Weird." She looked up at Loki, then showed him the engagement picture printed with the headline story. "Look at this."
"I've seen it," Loki murmured but looked over anyway. He still wasn't going to get used to it. Staring at him was in fact Steve Rogers, looking exactly like the one that Gabby was married to, but he had his arms around a decidedly female Tony Stark, who was called Natasha Stark. And she was indeed Iron Woman.
"I just, I can't, I mean," Gabby fumbled for words as she read through the article. "I don't like this, Uncle," she murmured out finally. "Where do you think we are in this place?"
"I'm not actually all that excited to find out." He sighed and put his magazine back. "Come on, we should keep searching for something else that could help." She put her own magazine back on the stands and they headed off.
"How are we going to know what can help?" Gabby asked softly.
"I was perhaps thinking that we could go and see a wedding," he suggested. "It's bond to be attended by all the heroes and magic users of this Universe, someone is bound to be able to help us."
"And what if they want to kill you right away?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You weren't exactly a gem before you met Uncle Tony." Loki hummed in agreement, if not annoyance.
"No, no I wasn't. Attempted genocide, and murder don't exactly make me the first to trust do they?" Gabby shook her head. "I supposed I'll have to put up a glamour."
"Maybe shapeshift would be better," Gabby suggested. "They're bound to have some kind of magic protection, I mean, it's a high profile wedding. There's going to be security."
Turns out the security wasn't the worst of their troubles. The church where the wedding was going to take place was packed with fans and screaming women. They'd never be able to make it to a seat inside if they couldn't even make it past the barricade on the sidewalk. A blonde lady Loki glanced at Gabby and they both sighed.
"I doubt saying that I'm Thor's niece would get us in," Gabby said as she looked over at her Uncle turned Aunt.
"There is a chance that you have not been born as Balder's daughter," Loki told her. "I'm not sure how the Norns actually work around here. The magic feels different here, and I dare not do anything to draw attention to us just yet."
"This is going to be so frustrating!" Gabby dropped her head into her hands. "And being pregnant isn't helping my mood." Loki didn't verbally agree with her, he wasn't that stupid.
"Perhaps we can find them at the reception," Loki suggested as they walked away from the crowd. He glanced at the church then looked around. "If they general layout is the same then they'll probably have it down this way," he pointed down the street as they walked.
"How do you know that?" Gabby raised an eyebrow at him. "This is a different place and different people. I mean, Steve and Tony are getting Married."
"The people may be different, but generally the thought processes are the same," Loki explained. "This Universe's Tony would have agreed to the big church wedding, priest and all, despite likely still being atheist, if she were able to have her own reception. There's no way that that much has changed about the two of them."
"I'm still trying to get over the shock that they managed to even be attracted to each other," Gabby said. She looked at Loki when he didn't say anything and frowned. "Right? I mean, on a physical level sure, but to spend the rest of their lives together?" He still didn't say anything. "Right?"
"I'd rather not ruin an image of your Uncle for you," Loki told her, turning a corner. "It's your Uncle, it could get weird if you think too much on it, and you would. You're already thinking too much on the wedding."
"Well, yeah, I am, because that's like a shade of my husband, and a gender-bent shade of your husband. That isn't weird for you?" She watched Loki as he sighed and turned to look at her.
"No, it's not, and I want you to think very deeply about if you want to hear my answer about why, or not." He looked at her and rubbed her shoulder a little. "Now come, I think I've found the place."
Chris and Eindride made their way across the street and into the city as the rays from the sun disappeared, the lights from the city taking over completely. They took a minute to take it all in. It was like no city they had seen before, and they had traveled all over the world, and been to Asgard.
There were skyscrapers, but from an architectural stand point they should have been possible. As they started walking down the side walks Eindride was inspecting the structures, the supports, everything about them. Glass should not be able to completely hold up a building. He put a hand against one of the doors of a building as they passed and he blinked, the furrowed his brows.
"There's magic in the glass," he said to Chris. "The city feels different doesn't it? Kind of weird?" Chris nodded slowly. "It's all magic, that's the feeling of magic."
"I don't know if that's a good or bad thing," Chris said as he watched some people walk by. They turned to look at the two of them and Chris could see why. The people who lived in the city were wearing long jackets, long sleeved shirts, and what could be robes. A city full of magic users and they were there in jeans and t-shirts.
"We stick out too much," Eindride murmured as he saw people watching them.
"I highly doubt they take MasterCard." Chris and Eindride started to walk again. It was getting late, they were in a magic dominated city, and they likely had no working currency. "We need to find somewhere to crash for the night, preferably indoors somewhere."
"Oh, this is going to be fun." Eindride huffed a little and stuck close to his cousin. "Maybe we could get lucky though, and there'll be a city hall, and maybe someone will be there?" He looked and stepped over, walking backwards with a couple walking down the sidewalk. "Excuse me? Is there a City Hall close by?"
They both frowned at him and the woman spoke first. "City Hall?"
"Why would we need a big hall?" The man snorted and they ignored him and kept walking.
"Oh, there's a language barrier," Eindride groaned a little. "And it's not even an actual language problem."
"Dialect barrier," Chris mumbled and sighed. "Let's keep moving, maybe we can find something on our own."