I wanted to get this up quickly 'cause of SDCC. Sloppily edited. Sorry. I'll fix it later.
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This is stupid, it's never going to work. It simply can't be done.
Emma repeated this chant over and over in her head. Doubt was her motivation, as backward as it sounded; it worked. She fumbled with the sheer fabric of the Asgardian style dress. Her hair had been let loose and it fell, curly, to her waist. Emma didn't want to be here, she would much rather be shopping or finishing paperwork that had been left for a millennia. Talking to two Asgardian princes still distraught over their father's impending death was the last thing on her to do list.
Whatever
She sighed and sucked it up. The goddess took one final look at herself in the mirror before teleporting to Asgard.
Heimdall stood proud in front of the observatory in full golden armour, his eyes vacant, "Hello gatekeeper,"
"I am He—" She held up a slim finger to silence him. It had been an absolute age since she had visited Asgard. Everyone was just as annoying as she had remembered. All memories of this place were not fond, only memories of arguments and an eternity of compromise for the brutish, childish, Scandinavians that had always wanted to topple her carefully laid balance.
Everything has a place and yet these Asgurdians don't know it. It took only one sarcastic and or innocent comment to tip her over the edge. Ignorance will not be tolerated in her presence.
"Let me stop you right there," Emma took a step forward, her finger still raised, "I don't care. I only need you to tell me where the princes are. Okay?" She sharply cut him off, "Good. So where are they? I haven't got all day!"
On his face she could see his expression sour, "My lady, remember to be respectful. You know not who you're talking to." The goddess snorted.
"I know exactly who you are. Where are the Princes? Tell me or you will sorely regret it." He kept quiet and still. Her eyes glowed almost white. "Where?" Her voice hypnotic.
Heimdall's eyes glowed the same, impossibly white,"In the palace."
She sighed wearily, "I know you buffoon, but where in the palace?"
"In the King and Queen's chambers." She nodded and freed his mind.
"You have been most helpful gatekeeper." Emma teleported herself outside their rooms.
She knocked gently remembering this was a delicate time. Thor emerged first, his eyes puffy and his form covered in muck.
"Ah Thor, just who I wanted to see. Is your brother there?"
Thor bowed curtly and she nodded her head respectfully at him, "He's busy. Who may I ask are you?"
"Your greatest friend." She smiled tightly, "How are you, Thor? I'm sorry about your Father."
"It's alright. I'm more worried about mother." She put a hand on his shoulder.
"I wouldn't worry, she will be fine. I know her well." She took his arm and he led her to a living area, "Thor, I know you do not wish to talk about it, however you will be king soon."
"Yes, I understand my duties." Thor placed his hand on hers and smiled reassuringly.
She stopped walking and looked him in the eye, "Do you? Really? You must understand that it is imperative that you be married. I cannot stress–
"I have chosen–"
"Chosen?! Are you alright Thor?" Emma pressed her palm to his forehead and he swatted her hand away, "Don't be an idiot, you will do as I tell you."
"I have chosen to marry a Midgardian. She is wonderful and I love her."
Emma sighed and tried to look sympathetic, "Thor, I'm sure she is lovely but you cannot marry a mortal. You of all people must know how crucial alliances are. You might marry an Elf princess or Vanir lady not a Midgardian."
"Loki did."
"I ordered it. We no longer need an alliance with Midgard. My decision is final."
"I feel like this happens too often." Steve and Natasha had walked into Stark tower expecting to find Pepper and Tony re-building and or designing the half destroyed top floor. Instead they had found Pepper reading a book while eating cookies. S giant bouncy castle dominated most of living area, even more obnoxiously it was a Ironman bouncy castle. Tony and Clint were jumping in it, and Tony -defying the laws of physics- was drinking while doing so.
"Steve, you have no idea." Natasha went over and sat next to Pepper, "Take a seat, we will be here until Mr. Stark passes out."
Pepper looked up startled, "Oh, hey. Natasha, Steve. Tony was busy as you can see. Bruce is in the lab doing something or other." After the events in New York; Natasha and Pepper had gotten closer than ever, they had bonded on the idiocy of their pet superheroes. They were each others recreational consultants, Natasha needed one because it was difficult for an assassin to adjust to life as a civilian. Pepper needed someone to recommend books and to have another girl to talk to.
"That's okay Pepper, so what are you reading?" Natasha took the bottle of wine from the coffee table and glanced and the French label, shrugging she downed it.
Pepper didn't even spare a glance, she simply sighed and muttered, "Russians." Tutting, she held it up showing the cover. 50 Shades of Grey.
"How is it?"
"Awful. Mommy porn. So bad I can't stop reading." She looked up and stared at Natasha's hair and then at her glass, "Have you ever dipped you're hair in wine, it's the same colour. It's beautiful." Pepper patted her hair.
Natasha pulled away awkwardly, "Can I borrow it when you're done."
"Sure." Suddenly Pepper jerked up, "Oh, I need to get the book you lent me and the reading list. Steve, come on I need your help."
Steve who had been almost silent and leaning against the wall, perked up and followed Pepper out like a lost puppy, "Of course Ms. Potts."
"Pepper." She smiled, "We'll be back in a minute."
"Pep," Tony made grabby hands.
"No, Tony." Pepper and Natasha chorused before Steve and her left.
An uncomfotable cold suddenly fell on the room, "Aww crap." Natasha muttered.
"Is that anyway to welcome an old friend?" A smug English accent floated into the room. Everyone in the room turned to the bar, where the voice was coming from, "Hello darlings."
"Dammit Frost." Tony steped out of the castle and tripped and fell, "Can you not?"
The platinum blonde telepath was clad in her traditional white pantsuit and pale pink lipstick, "That wasn't me Stark. You manage to mess up on your own." She casually adjusted the strap of her white heels, "It doesn't matter, I'm not here for you're sarcastic comments, I'm here to have a special conversation with Miss. Black Widow."
"How did you even get in." He got up and glared at her.
The smug look never left the telepath's face, "I've learned a few tricks. That hardly matters. Come on Natasha, we need to have words."
The assassin gave her a tight smile, "I don't think we do."
"Woo go 'Tasha!"
"Shut up Clint." She turned her attention back to Emma Frost.
"What a lovely exchange, now come with me or I will make you."
She leaned forward, taunting, "I would like to see you try."
Emma looked affronted but kept her lips firmly together and calmed herself, "I will not harm you or your comrades however I must stress the importance of—"
"Fine."
"What? I expected more of a challenge." She looked genuinely confused.
"Don't make me say it again you self-serving bitch." Exasperation quickly turned into anger.
"Charming." Emma got up swiftly left, "This has been an absolutely riveting conversation . Oh and by the way, Natasha will be fine."
All present excluding Emma were spectacularly confused, "What?" She smirked and clicked her fingers and in a bright white light both she and Natasha disappeared.
Pepper chose this as the perfect time to appear, "Where is Natasha?" When she didn't get an answer she sat down and became lost in thought. Natasha would be okay, she was the strongest and most level headed person Pepper knew. She would definetly be okay.
"You wanted to talk; start talking. Fast, so you can send me home."
"You won't be going home—"
"Excuse me Frost."
"Let me finish. Rather, you are home. You're an assassin, survey your surroundings. What do you see?"
It was a crying shame that Natasha hadn't noticed the telltale signs of her whereabouts. It wasn't hot or cold and she doubted they were on earth. The room was completely white, surprise surprise; white lace curtains, a white wardrobe, white silk sheets, even a white roses and lilies in a tall white vase. Outside there was a giant rainbow, it was completely straight and reflected like glass, it looked solid too. The problem was that it was dangerously close, so close that if the window was open she could touch it.
"Your room. Not earth, Asgard I'm assuming."
"Aren't you the smartest thing." She smiled condescenly while pinching her cheeks and patting her head, "Yes, yes but why?"
That stumped the Black Widow, but like the phenomenal actress she was, her face stayed blank, "Thor–"
"No." She sat on the low white couch, "You'll never guess, my pretty little puppet."
"Then tell me,"
"I will. Patience."
Annnnnndddd that's the 3rd chapter. Thank you. Love you darlings. Even though this took forever, it's my favourite far. Questions and request in reviews and PMs.
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