The only Avenger who considers nudity to be a big deal is Tony. Steve and Clint were soldiers; Natasha has used her body/sex appeal for her entire life; Bruce is quite used to being naked in front of strangers; and in Asgard, clothes are more of a suggestion than a rule.
Of course, that’s not to say that Tony wouldn’t (or doesn’t) use anything as an excuse to strip.
Submitted by peppertheband
After Loki’s all brain-fixed and such, Thor drags him to Earth to learn how to be a good guy just like Thor did. He works (begrudgingly) with the Avengers, and after a while starts to kind of get along with them (except really Clint for obvious reasons) and eventually starts really becoming a productive member of society. Thor is all excited ‘cause he thinks the Avengers really did help him.
Really, it’s because every Sunday he and Jane go get tea and bitch to each other about how huge of a pain in the ass Thor can be (even if they love him anyway).
Submitted by Gloves
Sort of a crossover with Celtic and Native American mythos: In Celtic mythology, ravens are associated with the goddess Morrigain, among others. In Native American, they are the Tricksters. With the latter in mind, what would happen if Odin, Thor, and Loki were made aware of this?
Submitted by rgpuck
Submitted by you-are-but-words
Chapter One
A safe distance away, Loki could hear his stupid older brother’s battle cries on the other side of the castle grounds. Judging by the sheer volume of his dumb roar, it was clear he had again won whatever inane game he and his friends had been playing.
Cries of victory, glorious battle spoils would inevitably spill over into kiss-rewards from Mother, who would marvel at his King-worthy achievements at such a tender age, followed by the thunderous back-patting of a champion from Father at the dinner-table. Plates would be heartily emptied, and Loki would feel his want for food left wanting. Father would tell him a King must be strong and consume every last pea and parsnip, with which Mother would predictably agree. No-one would notice that the little trickster vanquished his unwanted food with illusion rather than actually eating it. His older brother’s diet was clearly deserving of more attention.
He had been learning magic and illusions quickly, despite having neither an instructor nor a lesson-book. With Thor’s inimitable rise to the Throne, his days grew tedious as they became increasingly unchallenged and unsupervised. In short, he was bored.
Aside from the ongoing boorish chants of victory, he had found a secret patch of meadow close enough to stay out of trouble for wandering, but far away enough that he could do what he wanted. Peace, quiet, clean air, a few trees, including a large oak that always sheltered him when it rained, and kept him cool when the sun was strong and low. An apple tree beside it was slowly dying, its roots shrivelled and its fruit rotting. He remembered Mother’s friend Ydun had been lamenting its imminent loss, but it could still be put to good use.
Closing his eyes, he willed all his concentration to his fingertips, clenched in a tiny fist, then spread out and downwards to release the energy. At once, the roots shook and writhed from the earth, peeling from the mud, unravelling from the long-grass and turned ink-black. Separating into living strands, they grew eyes, sharp pitchfork-tongues and seething hisses.
A little cry eked out from behind him. Pretending not to be startled, he glanced sideways and saw a little girl his age peering from behind his oak tree. A strange-looking, jade-eyed creature, with wild black curls strewn about her face.
“What slimy little beasts they are!” she exclaimed softly, a curious little smile creeping its way into her features.
Loki was aghast. “That’s my tree!” he pouted indigantly. “Who are you?”
“Klytië,” she replied. “And you are Loki. Your mother and my mother are friends.” She looked off into the distance. “Why aren’t you playing with Thor?”
Loki looked down at his skinned knee, still unhealed and tender from his victorious brother’s last victorious victory. “His games are stupid and boring.”
“Oh.” She nodded, noticing his knee. “I like the snakes. They’re shiny like your hair.”
Loki waved his hand over them, making them leap slightly. “They listen to me.”
Klytië inched around them and crouched next to her new friend. “Can you make them move?”
He tilted his wrist to the right, and curved his hand back to the left. The snakes followed suit, and the little girl let out a burst of laughter. He reversed his movements, the snakes did the same, and the girl tucked back her wild curls to marvel and giggle at their funny-looking serpent-dance. The little trickster found himself laughing in turn.
He led all of them to the base of the withering tree and they clung to it. But the weight of all the serpents dislodged an apple that had been precariously dangling above the little trickster’s head, and down it came, bouncing suddenly off his skull and rolling into the long-grass. The little boy winced in pain and rubbed his head, though it didn’t hurt for more than a second. His pale skin blushed in embarrassment.
Klytië stifled a giggle, then leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “I like you!” she laughed.
Loki grimaced, but only a little bit enough to break his still-angry pout of crushed little-man bravado. To make up for it, he grumbled a little “hmph”.
“I have to go help Mother now,” said the little girl. “Bye.”
“Bye.”
Loki sat there alone with the apple. Looking at the tree, he willed the serpents back into roots and placed the decaying fruit at the centre. For a few minutes, keeping his eyes open, he focused on nothing but the tree – the musty colour of the roots, the splintered prickle of the bark, and the acrid, sour smell of its fallen flower. He concentrated on the smallest tendril of root, no bigger than his little finger, and saw it blossom with a faint, but growing, hint of new life.
A side effect of Thor using Mjolnir on Earth is that it creates inclement weather around the country-sometimes with devastating results. Thor feels bad for causing horrible flooding and such so he always offers to help in the rescue/recovery efforts. The help is always accepted and even Tony gets involved, inventing a pump that’s able to keep going even when the power goes out and donates regularly to disaster relief funds.
Submitted by hero-of-s-h-i-e-l-d
Submitted by ysabbb
Tony Stark: Last Partay Night.
Tony slowly opened his eyes, sight blurry, house full of mess. He can’t get off his bed, and he was hugging a pillow, very comfortable. He forced himself. He was swaying when he stood up, hardly catching his balance… and wore clothes.
Tony once got the idea to create a lightweight replica of Mjolnir. He would then nonchalantly carry it around for the day, seeing how many people he could fool into thinking he of all people was worthy of lifting the hammer.
Hardly above a harmless prank, Thor agreed to help Tony with the endeavor, but then decided to play a prank of his own, switching the replica with the real thing while Tony was distracted.
Tony never noticed, and Thor has yet to tell.
Submitted by anon
Content warning: character death and suicide.
Surprisingly, it’s Bruce who goes first. It’s a brain aneurysm, quick and painless. The Hulk never even has the chance to take over and Bruce is dead before he hits the floor.
Clint is next. It’s not complicated or drawn-out. It’s just that no one is there in the middle of that firefight, the one day he runs out of arrows a moment too early.
No one is really sure what happened to Thor. All they know is that his trips home to Asgard grew longer, his visits to Earth grew shorter, and one day, he just never came back at all.
Natasha never was quite herself again after Clint died. But she never gave up, and did everything in her power continue on. What wasn’t in her power was when the Red Room wanted to reclaim their own. When she ends up back on the inside, she decides she’d rather die that become what she once was, and puts the pistol in her mouth.
Tony beats all the odds. He passes away in his sleep, at the age of 104, when the shrapnel is finally too much for his heart to bear. He dies happy, content with his past life, and knowing that he left a legacy for his son, his only child, to continue.
The serum left Steve functionally immortal, meaning unless he is physically harmed beyond the point of no return, he will keep living. The point of no return happens in the year 2968, during the Battle of Titan. His dying thought is, “I just want to see my old friends again.”
Submitted byrantaholics
With regard to the Avengers’ taste in television series, ALL of them love AMC’s “Freakshow”. Needless to say all of them can relate in some fashion. Natasha likes to see women doing the dangerous stunts. Clint can’t stop grinning through the whole show—hey, the boy WAS a carny once. Thor is impressed with Midgardian physical abilities and self-adornment. Steve knows the feeling of being set apart. Tony is glad to see something that makes every member of his family so happy. And Bruce? Bruce just smiles a little Mona Lisa smile.
He sees the performers—no matter how “different” they are—develop such a strong feeling of community and of family. Everyone has a place to belong.
Submitted by aquilalorelei
Loki likes to mess with Mjolnir. In his latest “scheme,” he messed with its sound when Thor hit something with it.
Mjolnir squeaked like a toy for a week.
Submitted by rosesareredandangelsarewhite
This is a collection of headcanons for the Avengers! Hope you enjoy.
