#loki!verse

[starkmedical-moved]

Their first meeting wasn't as most people would have expected it to be.

The silence had grown heavy between the two, but neither would budge. He remained passive, the only sign of his hesitance the fire that was burning in his eyes as they trained in on the woman standing across from him. He wondered briefly why he found himself being intimidated by the woman, he was a god! No mortal girl brought him any discomfort, but this woman seemed to be doing a decent job of unsettling his stomach. He took her in once more before the realization dawned on him; it was her eyes.

Her eyes were like a dark hunger that couldn't be satiated, always looking for more knowledge to feed on and retain. She was an intellectual, something that he had found rare on this pathetic realm of Midgard. But this girl, this 'Amelia Stark' as she had introduced herself, had a clear sheen of intelligence reflecting back at him in the deep pools. He could see confidence, ease, and an lack of mercy. It was strange to see, considering what he knew of her. The daughter of the Beast and the Tin Can. That in itself put him on edge; the daughter of two of his enemies approaching him with a job offer. A job offer of all things, shouldn't she be reporting him to SHIELD or attempting to bring him down herself? At the very least, running off to her daddies?

But no, she stood there, staring at him with a quirked brow as she waited for a response. Finally, he broke the silence. "I don't trust you."

"You shouldn't." Was her immediately reply, a forced smile on her face. He could see that it wasn't genuine, it didn't reach her eyes. The entire time he was contemplating, she was as well. Her eyes were calculating and sharp, taking in the man to see just how much of a threat he was. He was a god, and a powerful one at that, she knew.  But she was also confident in the fact that she had captured his attention, and she would be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated by his power.

"However, this situation is beneficial to us both." The god raised a brow and waited for her to continue. She gave a small smile, pleased. "SHIELD will leave you alone. If you're an employee of mine, I'll assure them that you're quite the changed man." She paced to the side a bit, settling herself down in a chair and taking her time to cross her legs lazily, one hand hanging idly over the back of the seat.

"You see, Loki. I need a man like you. My job has some sensitivities and I need someone skilled enough to handle them. You fit that description. More so, you're magic fits that description."

"Oh? And what would my job entail, Stark?" His tone was even, level with her own coolly brisk one.

"Simple. Your magic could assist in two different fields. My medical field and my security team. I need a hand in life support as well as restraints; your magic could momentarily extend a patients life to see if my tests are successful and it can also keep the patient restrained to create minimal struggle." She paused a moment. "All patients are willing, I assure you. But some tend to go into a frenzy when the formula hits their cells. Hell, I'm sure your magic could also be used to locate prime specimen for my tests."

"And security. Oh, I think you'd enjoy security." She leaned forward a moment, her lips twitching. "I need power. You have power. You could protect my assets while using your magic in whatever way you desire. I tend to... look the other way when it comes to how my security deals with threats. I tell them who is a threat, they take care of it how they please. I'm sure you'll find it freeing to use your magic in whatever manner you please, so long as it is used on the appropriate target."

There was a long moment of silence as Loki took everything in. This Amelia Stark was much darker than her parentage would lead him to believe. She was a vindictive little thing, but he still has his reservations.

"And if I say no?" He inquired. She leaned back again, giving a small shrug.

"Then we both walk away from this and I won't approach you again. You'll be safe from Stark Medical and my SS; but I can't promise anything about SHIELD. If you're not an asset of mine, I can't protect you." She leaned forward. "And I can't protect those around you." Her tone was firm and took an edge of seriousness that he didn't expect. Glancing up at her, he saw something in her eyes, something genuine. And he stared for a moment.

"I accept your offer." She gave a smile of victory, standing up with ease before reaching down and picking up her bag.

"Wonderful. The details will be mailed to you. I look forward to working with you, Loki."

[ofgreenandgold-blog]

First Encounter || Amelia&Loki

Being the offspring of two superheroes wasn't as exciting as you would believe, honestly. There were rarely any dangerous situations, and quite often, you were left out of the loop of the inner workings of the superhero community. Sometimes reporters knew more than you did, and reporters barely ever knew what the hell they were talking about.

So, contrary to media belief, Amelia Stark wasn't as fanciful as thought to be. She was a normal seventeen year old girl still going to high school. There was hardly anything special about her other than her parents. And even then, they made sure she never got involved too deeply with SHIELD. Physically, at least. They told her stories, of course. She grew up on stories about their adventures as superheroes; and her favorite one was about their first meeting.

The battle of New York, she read the articles, she saw the videos. As a child, she didn't quite understand the severity. Her parents were saving the world from bad guys, that's all she knew. but now, she had enough of a brain on her shoulders to recognize it for what it was. It was an act of external terrorism organized by someone who deemed himself a God from another realm. Her parents told her quite a bit about the Loki that was the mastermind of the operation, essentially.

She had always felt safe, knowing that he was in confinement in Asgard under the watchful eye of her pseudo-Uncle Thor. Thor was strong and determined, he could keep his kin a safe distance away, right? But still, occasionally she would find herself thinking back to the stories and the myths she read about and would find an overwhelming fear gripping at her heart that he would return and come after her father again, that any of her parents enemies would return. But Loki put a special kind of anxiety in her heart, because what did he had to lose?

With a heavy sigh, the heiress tried her hardest to get her mind out of the rut that it was in, crossing her legs languidly as she pulled her steaming cup of tea to her lips. She was at a lovely cafe downtown that she liked to frequent, mainly because it had a nice garden area that was isolated from the media so they couldn't take too many irritating candids of her. She sat her cup back down before her eyes stared down at the laptop on front of her, her literature final essay staring back at her angrily. Deciding homework was a terrible idea at the time, she leaned back in her seat and took a good look around.

The garden was almost bare of lifeforms other than the beautiful plants, save for two waiters running around and three customers other than herself. Definitely not crowded, and barely anyone gave her the time of day. Two tables over was a couple hovered together and talking lowly to one another, it was sweet and she could swear she felt a smile come to her face. One day, when she has a more mature head on her shoulders and much more competence and comfort with life, she would have that. That sweet connection with another being, a love that didn't need words or visuals. You could just feel it radiating between the two of them like a red sting was tied to their fingers.

Her eyes shifted from the couple to the other occupant of the garden, and she felt a shiver run up her spine when she caught a flash of green in the mans eyes as he too glanced around. The man was sitting in the furthest corner, isolating himself from those he shared the area with. His head was lifted and he was watching the waitress that had just taken his order walk away. His skin was pale, so pale that Amelia didn't think it was healthy, and he looked ethereal. It was obvious he was tall, and slender as well. His hair was long and very dark, pulled out of his face whether it be with product or a tie, she couldn't tell from his angle. An air of familiarity surrounded him and she couldn't look away, her inner gears running at full to make the connection with anything she had come across to see if she really did know this man.

She didn't know if it was the way he moved as she shifted his his chair, or the small glance he had sent her way as he scanned the area, but she found herself frozen in place, her hand extended towards her cup of tea as the realization hit her mid reach. It was like her worst nightmares were becoming reality; the man in front of her was exactly as how her parents described, and she would be lying if she said she didn't feel fear grip at her heart. "Loki--" She whispered out, and it was as if the words shocked her into movement, a small whimper slipping past her lips as she felt her body give a violent shake, her hand knocking into the glass of the cup and tilting it over, splashing the liquid onto her laptop and making a rather loud crackle of energy as the machine fizzled out slightly, a spark or two flying out and causing her to scoot back away from the mess with wide eyes.

It was enough to draw the attention of the area as she let out a sharp curse, her mind momentarily forgetting the possible threat in the vicinity and focusing on cleaning up the mess in hopes to save her essay, but she knew it was a pointless task, and she found herself slumping in her seat and casting a hesitant glance back towards the God. Would he approach her? Was he here because of her? Was he going to go after her father again? Why was he out of Asgard? Why the hell had she decided to go to this cafe on this day at this moment?

Her eyes scanned the area in a clear panic as she looked for an escape route that would put as much distance between her and Loki as possible, just until she could get home and get a hold of her father or SHIELD. Her fingers reached into her pocket and she pulled out her cell phone, wondering if she could possibly get a photo of him and send it off to Coulson or Clint or even Natasha before anything could start.

[daughterofscience-blog]

Prompt: Loki is evil, and Amelia has to stop him from doing any damage. [Rated PG-13.] (Inspired by the song Shake the Ground by Cherri Bomb.)

The air was choking, filled with smoke and screams. She was coughing just a bit, but she knew she had to remain on target. Her hands were clenched and she was struggling past the ensuing battle around her. She could just hear the taunts of her family in her mind, a cascade of 'I told you so's ringing through her ears.

With a grunt, her gaze drifted away from the man she was heading towards to the device in her hand. It was stalling, and it was pissing her off, to be frank. A blast of  something came flying by her and crashed into the ground. She wobbled and fell to her knees, the black object fell from her hands and slid away from her. She clenched her jaw and let out a growl, grabbing it quickly and standing up, slamming her free hand against it. A whirring noise filled the air and the black oval came to life, separating into a dozen pieces and extending outward.

The pieces flew to her body and molded to her skin, creating a cocoon of synthetic fiber over her being. Finally. Amelia frowned as the blackness wrapped over her face in a transparent mask. A welcoming voice greeted her.

"Miss Stark, I do not recommend use of prototype 3.5 just yet." The British AI filtered into her being as she stood there, her eyes darting around the screen in her vision as she tried to figure everything out. She hadn't quite worked this suit out just yet.

"Now is not the time, Jarvis. Just help me work this stupid thing." She growled out, her eyes zooming in on what she was looking for. The prototype didn't have much power in it, she didn't think it was necessary for a prototype to have power. Which, ultimately, she was currently regretting.

"Very well. Let me initiate the flight start up sequence." The AI knew when not to argue. Amelia didn't say anything, only turned her gaze back to her target. Of course, he wasn't in the middle of the fight. He was watching over it from above. He was the mastermind of the chaos and everyone else was his pawns. She was his pawn, she thought bitterly. All a ploy.

Within seconds, she felt herself lift off the ground and her brows rose. It wasn't what she expected. Since it wasn't fully developed, it was still a bit rocky. She struggled a moment to keep her balance. But she finally got it and then took off towards the magician, weaving through the blasts of both sides that were hurtling towards her. 

Her mask was already being pulled back as she dropped down behind him, the suit sliding off into a belt that rested against her waist. The man in front of her wasn't tense, he was as relaxed as ever. And his body turned slightly towards her, his face impassive at the sight of his young lover.

"You promised me, Loki." She clenched her fists up as she glared at him, too angry to feel the hurt. He gave a soft, weak laugh and shook his head.

"I couldn't standby as this race destroyed itself." His tone was so mellow. So calm. And it pissed her off even more. Amelia took a step forward, gaping in rage.

"So you decided to destroy it for us? What the hell--" She was cut off.

"You need a guiding hand, Amelia. Your people are savages. You need someone to guide you to greatness." Loki didn't sound like himself, she couldn't help but argue with herself internally. She didn't want to believe he was doing this willingly, she couldn't believe it.

"I don't want your opinion." She stressed bitterly. "I won't let you just to as you please, Loki." The pale man frowned and gave a sigh.

"I was hoping you wouldn't say that, precious." He cooed softly, his hand tightening around the crystal in his hand. A green glow started to emit around it and his eyes took on a green tinge. With a scowl, Amelia reached for the pendant around her neck. She held it by the chain between her fingers and lifted it up, her own smaller gem giving off a light green glow of it's own.

"I'm not your enemy, Loki. But I will take you down if I need to." Amelia wouldn't just let him walk all over her people, not when he had already walked all over her. The God scoffed, looking away from her. He was frowning just slightly.

"Your magic isn't strong enough. Don't interfere with this, Amelia. I don't want to fight you." Loki's green gaze was back on her, and his hand was tight around the magical stone. Amelia shook her head.

"You lost that option when you betrayed me, Loki. For the last time. I will not let you go any further than this." Amelia's hand with the stone traveled down to the prototype belt sitting around her waist. She slotted the gem into a small crevice before glancing up at her former lover.

"And I have more than just magic on my side." With a singular press of a button, the prototype was shifting and changing. It was circulating around her once again, the magic of the stone acting as a full power source for the suit. It would do more than act as a simple power source too, she made sure of that when she built the suit. The magic would be a weapon. And with each use of the stone, it would drain more and more magic from the gem until it was just a normal crystal. It would sever their connection forever.

She would never be connected to Loki. Never again. The God seemed to know this, and he frowned, his brow furrowing. He bit down on his lip as he turned his gaze back to the battle below him. For a moment, he hesitated. Was this worth losing Amelia for good? With a tightened grip on his own gem, he turned his gaze back to Amelia and his expression was grim.

"So be it." Those were the words that started the war. And the blast that hit Loki in the chest was only the beginning of the fight to come.

[daughterofscience-blog]

Prompt: Amelia celebrates her first Thanksgiving with Loki. [Rated PG; fluffy.]

It was very hard to be quiet, especially with the task before her. But she has to at least try. Thankfully, Amelia remembered a ward that Loki had taught her to keep the sound confined to one room; it came in handy whenever Amy was at the Tower with her parents and wanted to talk to Loki. She knew her parents still disapproved and she also knew that they were aware that she and Loki were still together, thanks to the tabloids. But sometimes parents just didn't need to hear the kinds of conversations she and Loki had at times, and the silencing ward proved useful on many a visit.

Despite the ward, Amelia still felt like this was a delicate situation and stayed focused on working as quickly and quietly as possible. Everything was almost ready. She glanced towards the doorway for a brief moment to make sure her partner was still in bed and unaware of her presence in his apartment. Then her gaze flickered to the table and she smiled.

Turning forward again, she pulled open the oven carefully and hummed when the sweet smell hit her. Oh yeah, it was done. She found herself starting to hum a small tune as she continued to prance around Loki's kitchen. Too caught up in her preparation, she didn't notice the figure looming in the doorway.

That is, until she felt arms encircle her waist and a pair of cold lips being pressed to her neck. Amy couldn't help but giggle quickly, tilting her head tot he side so he could continue to lavish at her skin. And then she pouted.

"It was supposed to be a surprise!" She whined out, squirming in his grasp for a second before she was facing her Asgardian lover.

"Oh, but I am surprised, Amelia." Loki leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips, whcih she responded to immediately. "What is this for anyway? It looks as though you've prepared a meal for an army..." His gaze drifted past her and to the array of food that littered both his kitchen and dining area.

"It's Thanksgiving, silly~!" Amelia leant up and pressed a quick peck to Loki's nose. Confusion flickered across his face and a brow rose.

"Thanksgiving?" He instigated, hoping his mortal would explain exactly what that was. Amy giggled once again, lifting her arms up and around his neck.

"Well... Us American's have this holiday where we get out loved ones together and give thanks for everythign we have that's dear to us." She explained, and his hands were at her waist. Their faces were close, foreheads touching and lips just barely brushing one another with each of her words.

"And why aren't you with your family?" It was an innocent question; she knew Loki had no intention of pulling her from her family. He never had, it was always Amelia's choice to be with the God, and Loki was definitely thankful for that. Amelia smiled.

"Because I'm thankful for you as well, Loki." She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He would be lying if he said his eyes didn't get just a bit moist at her words.

The silence and the intense gaze upon her flustered Amelia and she found herself stuttering out, "I mean--sure! We have a dinner later, but that's later on and I didn't have any plans today and--Oh God, I'm not saying I came here just because I had nothing better to do! I just wanted to see you and I---" She was cut off by his lips pressing down onto hers and his cool hand reaching up to cup her cheek. She squeaked a bit in surprise before she gave in and closed her eyes, kissing him back eagerly.

Once they pulled back, there was a moment of silence and she frowned once again, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "How did you know I was here? I thought I used a ward to block out the noise I was making..." Loki chuckled.

"You did. But the ward only worked on sounds. Not that delicious smell." He kissed her nose quickly before promptly heading towards the food, leaving her pouting and flailing for just a second.

[daughterofscience-blog]

Amelia to Loki

Amelia: At worst, you tried to kill my father.

Loki: ...

Amelia: My body is ready.

[daughterofscience-blog]

Amelia to Loki

Amelia: At worst, you used to be a villain.

Loki: ...

Amelia: My body is ready.

[daughterofscience-blog]

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

Always had she wondered what it would feel like, dying. Would it be quick and painless like everyone hoped? Or was it slow? How much did you feel? Did it feel natural or intense? It didn’t feel like she imagined. It didn’t really feel like anything. That was, until a sharp jolt of pain tore through her and a high scream pierced through the apartment. Beside her, she could make out the tense form of her lover, clinging to her hand in an ill attempt to wish her pain away. But, of course, it wouldn’t work. She was far too gone. Nothing could save her now, she and Loki both knew it. A whimper slipped out as another surge of pain swept through her. It felt as though she was being shredded internally, and she has enough schooling to recognize that she was indeed bleeding internally. Considering her pain level, she resigned to the fact that she had been bleeding for too long. No mortal hospital would help her now, and none of Loki’s magic was effective either; considering this very illness was caused by amelia’s own overdose of magic. Ever since her body connected with some of Loki’s magic a while back, it had craved more and more; like a drug. And it was a drug to Amelia, unfortunately. She found herself intertwining with Loki’s magic, even going so far as to practice without his permission or supervision, or even riffling through his belonging to spells and potions just to calm that itch inside. She did this to herself, she knew it. They both knew it. But neither of them could come to say it aloud. With a bare gasp through the hurt, she turned her brown orbs to her immortal lover. “This isn’t your fault.” Her voice was firm despite the agony. Despair crossed Loki’s face and the moisture in his eyes pooled over. “I know.” He responded quietly. Her mortal body simply couldn’t handle the overwhelming amount of foreign magic. It was merely too much. “Know this Loki...” She paused a moment as she weakly pulled him closer. he obeyed her gesture and soon enough his lips were on hers, but she was pulling back with a smile, the usual shine in her gaze already fading fast. It wouldn’t be long now... “I’ve always loved you.” Those were her last words to him. Words that would haunt him forever; words that would follow him to his grave.

[daughterofscience-blog]

Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours. 

“You can’t last much longer, Amelia.” The God of Mischief teased his younger lover as she shot him a playful glare and reached forward, wrapping her fingers around a small glass filled with a clear liquid. “Oh really?” She lulled softly, almost a purr, and then tossed the shot back, grimacing at the burn the tequila left in her throat. Loki chuckled softly, leaning forward just as she did, his hand sliding on top of hers, his fingers tracing over the glass that was below her hand. “You surprise me, mortal.” Amelia was never offended when Loki slipped into his former, more Asgardian tendencies. Especially not when that voice was a deep, warm vibration in her heart that sent chills down her spine. A purring that was followed by that sly upturn of his lips that caused the Stark woman to remember the he is indeed the God of Mischief. And especially not when she was more than a bit tipsy and thinking the most obscene thoughts about her lover. “Do I now?” She leaned forward a bit more, her eyes shifting from his pale orbs down to his lips, stretched into a cat-like grin. Just as she was about to kiss him, he pulled back swiftly, knocking back a shot of his own tequila. Amelia pouted, pulled back into a sitting position with a frown. Loki chuckled, entirely amused by the situation. “What’s the matter, my little mortal?” He cooed softly, reaching forward to brush back a few strands of her hair. Her brown eyes took on a playful glint and a wicked grin came to her lips. Loki had just enough time to look like the picture of surprise before she pounced on him, knocking them both to the floor and sealing their lips together.