Female Y/N story with she/her pronouns.
Y/N's backstory: You were a warrior in training on Asgard to become Loki's personal guard. You were promised this duty due to your skill in combat and slight affinity for magic, though your magic was not of the same level as the previously mentioned prince. You grew up along side the two Asgardian princes until Odin exiled you for circumstances you could neither foresee, nor control. You were exiled from Asgard when you were 18 years old[Asgardians age the same as humans until they reach adulthood]. You arrived on Earth in year 959 A.D. in Scandinavia, where you found sanctuary among the Vikings who did not question your abilities in combat until the young became old while you remained the same. They began to worship you as a god, and in fear of feeling Odin's wrath once more, you fled from country to country until finding your way to the Americas in 1677, just after King Philip's War. You stayed in the wilderness, occasionally trading with the ingenious tribes and colonizers for supplies, until the descendants of the colonizers began moving west. Out of fear of discovery or simply out of pure desire for solitude, you stayed out of the pages of history. Though that did not stop you from lending an invisible hand to balance the injustices you came across over the centuries.
You filtered in and out of towns turned to cities, until you found yourself on the streets of New York in 2012 at the age of 1071 years old, or 21 in human years.
You walked down the streets of New York remembering how the small settlement looked when you first arrived in America. You recalled dirt roads and buildings that didn't block out the sky before they were replaced by asphalt streets and towers that raced to the stars. You past a multitude of humans, ranging in a rainbow of backgrounds, unaware of anyone else's existence but their own.
Though many of them could benefit from a bath.
You heard a loud crash and looked up to see an alien fly overhead followed by a red bullet you recognized on television and stores across the United States. You realized the danger the humans around you were in and began ushering people out of combat. Ground troops fired upon the crowd you were in and your training sent adrenaline through your body. You flew into combat, dispatching several alien troops while escorting civilians out of the danger zones. As you cleared street after alleyway, you noticed the locations majority of alien invaders were gathering. You braved the epicenters of destruction to help get many of those trapped and scared out of the way, many times ducking out of the way of the carnage and debris. After you fought the extra terrestrials and guided Midgardians to safety, lightning rain from the sky and you realized that a certain royal Asgardian joined the fight. You knew your childhood friend had joined an organization of Midgardians tasked to protect Midgard and its people, and you prayed that you would not have to come in contact with him, and hoped he wouldn't recognized you if he did. Having the son of the man who banished you over a millennium ago made you fear the type of man he had become now. Though if his mother had anything to do with his upbringing, there was not much to fear. You continued to rage against the otherworldly strangers that continued to rain from the skies, every so often fleeing away from bursts of lightning and thunder that echoed throughout the city.
Until the briefest image of a blonde in a red cape crashed into the car next to you.
An alien troop landing next to the demolished vehicle.
Realizing Thor of Asgard was not moving, you pulled out one of the pistols you kept in your duster and began squeezing the trigger. Bullets pierced the flesh of the alien until it fell to the ground, with you standing over it.
"Y/N?" Thor stumbled away from the crushed can with wheels and shook his head, confusion written on his face. "What ar-"
Instinctually, you fell on one knee and offered your sword to your prince. "Prince Thor, it is good to see you in such. . . good health."
Thor took your sword and pulled you to your feet. "We have much to discuss. Until the battle is over, fight for the Midgardians."
Thor gave you back your sword just in time for you to bury it into the head of an alien trying to reach your prince. Thor gave a quick nod and flew to rejoin the fray. You continued your routine of kicking butts and saving Midgardians, this time not retreating from the power of Thor like a cockroach exposed to light. You fought until an explosion in the sky sought your attention and the horde you had been battling fell to the ground. After checking that the ones closest to you were of no danger, you scanned the skies for Thor. You saw the same blonde reach his hand to you and you accepted the offering, letting Thor drag you into the sky towards Stark Tower.
You entered through a broken window to see the remainder of Thor's comrades standing in the middle of the room with the second prince of Asgard in restraints and looking as though he was slammed into the ground.
Multiple times.
Instinct ruled your actions as you fell to bended knee in front of the second prince, a sly smile filing his face.
"At least someone recognizes my authority," Loki laughed until a mask tightened around his mouth, quieting him.
"That's enough out of you," A man you recognized as Captain American pulled Loki to a set of elevators opposite to where you entered.
You stood quickly, drawing your sword until Thor stilled your hand with his. "Y/N, Loki is not in danger."
"Who is your new friend there, Point Break," a Midgardian you knew as Tony Stark picked up a suitcase, finishing the drink in his hand.
"This is Y/N," Thor clapped your back. "An Asgardian like myself."
"Why is the second prince is chains," you sneered at the Midgardian as you tried to walk towards Loki just as Thor pulled you back once more.
"Be still guard," the simple command cause you to fully sheath your blade and firearm and take position behind Thor. "There will be plenty of time to fill you in on the details."
"Yes, your highness," you clenched your jaw, cursing the tradition you were unable to break after more than a millennium away from Asgard.
Some habits truly die hard.
"So she's your bodyguard or something," Tony looked you up and down, his eyes making visual notes on you.
"Former Asgardian guard," you corrected, returning the same look to Tony.
"So a bodyguard," Tony stated again, turning towards the elevators. "Let's get going, everyone."
"Let's us be off, Y/N," Thor stepped into the elevator with you following close behind.
You watched and the others stopped a large mass of green from trying to enter the elevator with Tony telling him to take the stairs. You realized it was the same green mass you saw jumping between buildings, sending carnage and debris on top of you.
"Where are you taking him," you asked Thor nodding towards Loki who stood in the middle of the elevator.
"Back to Asgard, to face Father," Thor replied. "He caused a mess there as well."
You snuck a glance behind you at Loki, his frame larger than you remembered, though after 1,053 years away from your home meant that some things would change eventually. You had to admit though, he did grew into a handsome young man from the last time you say him. Loki's eyes found you and you quickly turned back around, heat spreading to your ears.
Did he remember you and the relationship you shared? You were not the same small child and many things about you change after centuries of self-isolation. A small thought fluttered crossed your mind and you leaned to tap Thor on the shoulder with your own.
"How did you recognize me so quickly?" The majority of the elevator's occupants turned to face the new conversation, interesting in learning more about the new stranger in their midst.
Loki, being part of the majority.
"How could I not?" Thor shrugged. "You did not change much since we were younger."
"I resent that," you scoffed. "I changed quite a bit since my banishment."
"Banishment?" Captain America raised an eyebrow towards you. "How long ago?"
"Y/N was exiled from Asgard over what-" Thor turned to you quickly before continuing," -a thousand years ago?"
"Please do not speak of it, your highness," you dipped your head, avoiding the questioning stares of the occupants. "Such matters should not be discussed in a sardine tin."
"It's an elevator actually," a man in a leather vest with a bow and quiver strapped to his back quipped.
You began to retort, but stopped yourself as the doors opened to a squad of darkly clad men, their weapons pointing to the center of the elevator, where Loki stood. Your instincts kicked in once more as you pulled your blade from inside your duster and began to step in front of the Asgardian to battle the men. A gun kissed your temple and you began considering your options on how to disarm the woman holding the pistol.
"That will not be necessary, Lady Natasha," Thor tried to reassure. The woman, Natasha, didn't say anything as the rest of the group, except the first Prince, exited the elevator. You stood still as Loki was pulled past you, leaving the three of you in the metal cage.
"Pitter Patter guys," Tony called back, his hand holding the elevator doors open. "We got the press starting to crowd the place."
"Y/N," Thor began. "Surrender your weapons and do not resist." You turned sharply to Thor in shock, ignoring the firearm aimed at your head. "That's an order."
After a moment's hesitation, you drew up three daggers and two firearms, and several magazines or ammo, from you duster and handed it over to Thor who passed it off to one of the men in the dark uniform. The man placed the weapons in a similar looking case as Tony's and you felt the cool touch of metal retreating from your flesh. You turned to Natasha who took out handcuffs and you stood with your hands behind you back as she slapped the restrains on your wrists, tightening them until it started to bite your skin.
"Takes those restraints off," Thor began to argue. "Y/N is still loyal to the crown and will not do anything."
"We can't take chances Thor," Natasha reasoned and you couldn't argue the logic. Living on Midgard for centuries made you value individuals who had a healthy amount of paranoia and were not afraid to act upon it. Thor still continued to argue that you were of no threat to Midgard, but you knew Natasha could not be persuaded. Her eyes and body indicated that she would not be changing her mind anytime soon, and you couldn't help but respect her caution. Natasha escorted you out of the elevator where the rest of the group was waiting for you, the flash of cameras blinking behind them, outside.
"Your majesty," you kneeled in front of Thor once again, hoping he would listen to you. "I will be patiently await your return from the homeland. Please have a safe journey and stay in good health." You turned to Loki, his eyes holding no recognition for you at all. "Prince Loki, I also wish you a safe journey and hope you stay in good health as well."
Loki rolled his eyes as the Midgardians looked between you and the other two Asgardians, confused at the scene. Thor nodded his thanks, and along with Natasha, helped you up from the ground. Thor gave you a hug and turned to escort Loki out of the building. You watched the two princes get into a black SVU and drive off, the urge to follow them made you grit your teeth as you were placed in a separate car.
Old habits do die hard.
The last time you lost track of time was when you were in the dungeons of Asgard, waiting punishment and that was slightly less favorable then spending an untrackable amount of time in an interrogation room at S.H.I.E.L.D. You sat in a cold metal room for hours on end until you were escorted back to your containment cell where you slept on a metal slab with a thin cloth that was barely covered your lower half comfortably. After arriving, you were released from the handcuffs and given a prison jumpsuit to change into. Your original clothes found their way into the garbage due to the amount of dirt, holes, and scorch marks they bore. The food you were given reminded you of the days you spend in Ireland during the Great Hunger in 1849, and even then you missed those days. When you were in the interrogation room, you were either spending time in silence or being interrogated by agents. The number of times different agents had asked you the exact same questions made your mind edge towards insanity.
When you weren't talking with agents, you were in your own mind recalling the events in New York, spending extra time recalling the differences between Loki from the past and the one you met in the tower. Whenever you spoke with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you tried to get information regarding what happened in New York, but they refused to relinquish any information involving the attack. You came to the conclusion that they thought you had helped Loki or had some hand in orchestrating the events in New York. The only thing you learned was that Thor and Loki had returned to Asgard shortly after your reunion and after days, weeks, months, years, you didn't know, a bald man with an eyepatch walked into the interrogation room and sat across from you.
"Y/N," the man took the seat across from you.
"Yes."
"Name's Fury, and you are an Asgardian correct?"
"Yes."
Fury began asking the same questions as the other agents and you rolled your eyes at very question as each answer was the same as the last. You looked Fury up and down and concluded that he was an authority that demanded respect among his subordinates and figured that he thought he was experienced enough to get the truth out of you.
Though you had been telling the truth the entire time.
"How long have you been on Earth?" He asked, reading from a manila folder in front of him.
"Since the year 959," you answered, your eyes looking to the ceiling as you repeated yourself.
"Where were you at that time?"
"Scandinavia."
"How long have to been in the United States?"
"Since 1677."
"Where were you before that?
"England."
"Why are there no records of you?"
"Not interested in the attention."
"Why were you banished from Asgard?"
"I failed my duties as a palace guard."
"What were your duties?"
"Protecting the second prince of Asgard."
"Loki?"
"Prince Loki, yes."
"How did you fail your duties?"
"I allowed him to be harmed."
"Why haven't you broke out of here yet?"
That question made you stop mid-eyeroll and stare at the man with confusion twisting your face. "Excuse me?"
"You haven't been restrained since you got here," Fury began. "The doors were unlocked, you were left unattended multiple times and were even escorted past several exits."
"I wasn't planning attention" you chuckled at the realization. "Why? Did you want me to escape?"
"We didn't want you to escape," Fury blinked, or winked, at you. "We wanted to see if you would."
"I was following orders," you answered.
"From Lightning Boy?"
"Thor, First Prince of Asgard," you hissed to the man. "You would be wise to not insult his majesty in my presence."
"Still loyal after all these years then?"
You coughed, forcing yourself to slump in your seat. "Old habits."
"Very old habits," Fury nodded.
The two of you sat in the interrogation room for several minutes, or hours, you didn't care, and just stared at each other. This man before you had witnessed things that could make an Asgardian need therapy.
At least that was what his eye told you.
"Welcome to the team," Captain America reached for your hand and you grasped his arm instead. "The name's Steve Rogers."
"I had bought your collectable card back in the forties," you nodded, releasing his hand. "I got it when it first came out."
"Of those things," Steve laughed awkwardly, his hand rubbing the back of his head. "I think they're worth a fortune now."
"I know," you shrugged. "But I keep it as a souvenir from that time."
Somehow Director Fury felt it would be a good idea to have you on the team, since the alternative was to send you to the Raft. Unfortunately, since your previous clothes were tossed, you arrived on the steps of the Avengers' headquarters in the jumpsuit you were giving. Along with a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents escorting you.
"Sorry about the other day," Natasha was next to shake your hand and you gripped her arm lightly leaning towards her.
"When you threaten an Asgardian," you let a small smile leak onto your lips, "it's insulting to apologize for it later."
You pulled away from Natasha to see hints of delight in her eyes. The man that wore a leather vest when you first met introduced himself as Clint.
"Why did your jacket not have sleeves," you asked, gripping his arm.
"Easier to draw the bowstring," Clint defended, grasping your forearm as well.
"And easier to wound by a broken bowstring," you counter and Clint shrugged and the two exchanged a mutual smile.
"Mr. Stark," you took Tony's forearm and he didn't even look fazed that you knew his name. After all, you knew about Stark family ever since his father came onto the scene.
"How long have you been in America," he instead asked.
"Do you really want to go down that rabbit hole," you raised an eyebrow and Tony quickly surrendered that topic of conversation, as well as your arm.
A scientist by the name Bruce Banner introduced himself last.
"I don't remember meeting you," you admitted.
"I was the big, green guy with anger issues," Bruce confessed.
"Ah," you reach for his forearm. "You nearly killed me. Several times."
Bruce let out a nervous chuckle as you took his forearm. "Sorry about that."
"Never apologize for a battle well fought," you tightened your grip on Bruce's forearm before letting go. "Apologies are only reserved for misunderstandings and for ass-kissing."
"The first lesson Father taught," you quickly turned and kneel before Thor and Loki. "Y/N we are equals on Midgard, stand and greet me properly."
You stood slowly and Thor pulled you in a hug. You returned the gesture reminded of all the joy made as children. "How much does-" you began asking Thor quietly, your eyes shifting quickly to Loki. Loki looked unbothered as the Avengers started looking at each other for answers.
"I'm afraid nothing," Thor shook his head. "Mother tried to help him remember after the accident, but all he knows is that you were a guard-in-training in the palace and were exiled after shortly becoming a full guard."
You nodded, pulling away from Thor to kneel in front of Loki. "Prince Loki, it is an honor to be graced with your presence once more."
Loki's eyes bore into your head and you looked up to see him quickly face forward. "Thank you guard, you may stand."
You stood, a little disappointed that he had not remembered you. Though after the accident, you were not surprised, any mortal would have died or had been cursed to a vegetative state if they went through what he had.
"Why is he here?" Tony yelled, pulling your attention to him and Thor. "We're still trying to fix the damage he caused."
"Father believes he will learn his lesson better serving Midgard than living her days in the dungeons on Asgard," Thor started to explain.
"Maybe your first order could be to kill that annoying man," Loki said casually, mischief hinting in his eyes.
"Apologies, your highness," you dipped you head. "I'm afraid I cannot follow that order."
"Misunderstandings and ass-kissing," Loki muttered, his voice reaching your ears as if on purpose.
You lowered our head and turned back to the argument between the Asgardian Prince and the Midgardian mortal.
"He is under my care and he will not be a hinderance," Thor continued to explain. "He was under mind control and did not have command over what he did or sway over his free will."
"Well," Loki began, quickly realizing the number of people with a vendetta against him. "Can I be shown my quarters?" He instead asked.
"We only prepared Y/N's room," a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent spoke, her eyes looking between you and Loki.
"Then that will be my room," Loki waved a hand at the agent. "Guard, escort me."
"Yes sire," you cursed your automatic response and placed yourself behind Loki and the agent that spoke led the way to the bedroom, leaving Thor to convince the rest of the Avengers not to ship Loki to the Raft.
Loki waited for you to ensure the room was secure before entering. It was a simple white and grey room with a full sized bed, desk, and lounge chair with coffee table. You noticed a state of the art computer on the desk as well a small collection of book on top of a dresser near the bed.
"It is quite plain," Loki commented scoffing at the interior design.
"I will ensure the room meets your standards in the future, your majesty," you bowed your head and wished you could just smack the high and mighty act out of him, but if he didn't remember anything, it would be easier to play pretend. Though his actions made you wonder what happened to turn him into such a spoiled brat. "I will stand outside your door is you desire anything." You ushered the agent out the room and closed the door behind you.
"Why are you nice to him?" irritation dripping from the agent's words. "Don't you ever just want to beat him?"
"There is more honor is tripping up the stairs to Valhalla then raising an unprovoked hand to the royal family of Asgard." You recited the same phrase your mentor repeated all the times you fought with Thor or Loki over childish things. "Plus I can always have Thor do it for me."
The agent laughed and began walking away but stopped when she noticed you weren't following. "I have my duty," you simply stated and the agent nodded back to you and walked away.
You position yourself next to the bedroom and stay guard throughout the night.
Old habits die hard.
