Aw, that's so sweet of you, thank you!!

Imagine you went on the mission to 2012 with Steve, Tony, and Scott, only to teleport with Loki and the Tesseract and possibly be able to save him from the events of IW.

GUESS WHO SAW ENDGAME

FUCK

Ive been gone a while (my fault and I plan to fix that soon) but holy shit??? When did thia happen??? Im blown away that I have so many followers and I'm honestly absolutely ecstatic to know so many people enjoy my writing. I love you guys!!! Thanks!!

Hello!! Thanks for the compliment on my writing!! That means a lot! I would love to write for Peter again, but I'm not comfortable with smut, sorry! I'll possibly get back to writing Marvel once I go see Endgame, tho!!

Stars Across the Pantheons

Part two! Hope you guys don’t hate me for the end of this part ;)

Thor ended up dragging you and his brother around the palace, showing you as much as he could before he ended in one of his favorite places; the training grounds. You smiled as kindly as you could. If he wished to fight you, you really were out of your league. Despite having Ares as an older brother, you didn’t enjoy fighting. You were much better suited studying with Athena, planting with Demeter, gossiping good-naturedly with Aphrodite. Maybe you were the wrong child of Zeus to come to Asgard with your father. Surely, one of your siblings would have been better suited for this, right?

However, he did not wish to fight you, rather, he wanted to show you how well the warriors of Asgard were and to ask you about the warriors and champions of Greece. That you could do easily.

“Many people believe Heracles to be the best hero we have had, but, if you ask for my humble opinion,” you cracked a smile, placing your hand overly delicately against your chest, “I believe that Achilles was the bravest. He took on so many enemies just to avenge someone he cared deeply about.”

“Did he?” questioned the blond, head tilted slightly with a cheesy smile. “You seem well versed in your land’s history.”

You shrugged. “It is...a hidden joy of mine, you could say.”

Throughout your abrupt and slightly chaotic tour, you had been watching Loki from the corner of your eye. As you said that, you saw him perk up slightly, looking at you curiously.

Thor’s eyes twinkled with what you could only think of as a bit of mischief at that time, however, you had no basis to confirm nor deny it. It did make you pause, though, and guard yourself against what he might be possibly thinking about. Loki didn’t seem too bothered.

The god of thunder’s hands clamped down on your shoulder and his brother’s, his grip tight but not nearly the uncomfortable weight that your father’s usually was. Instead, when he leaned in slightly between the two of you with a smile, you managed a smile back. He oddly reminded you of a few of your kinder siblings, teasing and playful and nice. Even despite his love for fighting, he was nowhere near the amount of war-crazy as Ares was.

“Unfortunately, I have training I must do today. I humbly apologize, Princess, I must take my leave of you.” He paused there, face falling into seriousness. “If Father asks, tell him that one of his warriors dragged me away and I had no choice.”

You stifled a giggle as he left, starting off by walking before bursting into a jog barely ten seconds after. You were now left with the dark-haired prince who had only been quiet, adding his two cents in whenever he felt like. Friendly wasn’t a word that you would use to describe him, but, perhaps, he would surprise you.

Your hands clasped in front of you as you waited for him to say anything, even rocking your weight back and forth from your heel to the balls of your feet. He remained stoic and still, nearly glaring at the floor in concentration. It was slightly unnerving, to say the least. Still, you waited. And waited and waited and wait-

“If you want to leave, just do it,” he snapped suddenly, his head now up to look at you coldly.

That was surprising. You assumed the way you had been fidgeting next to him was the cause of his annoyance and assumption that you wanted to leave. While Thor had been talkative and nice, his brother had stayed tucked behind a shell he’d created himself, not talking to you or engaging you in any way at all. You wanted to get to know him better and now was a chance to.

Unless he didn’t want to get to know you.

That was understandable. Who would want to get to know the person your parents had stuck you with, like a built-in babysitter?

“I am sorry if I bother you, Prince Loki.” You placed your closed hand against your chest and bowed at your waist. “If you wish, I will find my father and be out of your sight.”

He hesitated. Truthfully, you didn’t bother him, but you had to be here only because Thor had left and you felt obligated to stay. After all, you didn’t know your way around the palace and he did. That look on your face when you said you’d go back to your father, though...it made him wonder if Zeus happened to be worse than Odin. Somehow.

“Well,” his foot shuffled, scuffing at the polished floor. You only noticed because you were staring at the ground. “My brother failed to show every room in the palace...I could show you the library, if you would like.”

Lifting your head, you gave him a smile. “I would like that, my prince.”

Turning on his heel and you following at his side, Loki lead the way towards the rather gigantic library room in the Asgardian palace. You were used to Athena’s library. Seeing the ceiling high bookcases lined with numerous books of all sizes and with bindings of all covers, it was nearly overwhelming. You were sure your older sister would be fainting from the sheer amount of knowledge in the many languages that the Nine Realms held.

“I...I do not read these languages,” you said sheepishly, rubbing your bare arms as you stood in the doorway.

Loki turned, brows raised slightly as he watched your nervous behavior. “Well, that is a problem, is it not?”

There was a brief, awkward moment of silence before his eyes narrowed, confusion written over his face.

“You do know I could teach you if you wanted. But you do need to step inside the room.”

Quickly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and nerves, you stepped into the room and shut the heavy doors behind you, following him again. He carefully and meticulously picked through a few of the books, fingers dragging over the leather bindings as he read the different titles. He was looking for a specific book, one that Frigga had read to him when he was just learning to read Norse. It shouldn’t be too hard to teach you to read from that one.

Once he found the book, he gestured for you to sit into a wooden chair that had an ornate pillow to sit on. It wasn’t quite what you were used to, but you weren’t going to say anything about it. It was actually very interesting to see what was different from Greece.

“This is a book my mother used to teach me to read Norse. If it gets too hard, just tell me, alright?”

You nodded, looking him in the eye for the first time since you met on the bridge. He seemed pleased enough by that, settling into a chair beside you and opening the book. It was actually simple, you found out, with him telling you and reminding you of the odd letters and what sound they made. He only lets you practice a couple pages, saying that it would be better to start slowly and accumulate your knowledge and learning of the language over time. You could possibly review it more and, therefore, would remember more.

As he placed the book away, Thor burst into the room, hair desheveled and looking nervous. You wouldn’t have said scared per se, but...he had definitely been talking to one or both of the king gods.

“Princess...your father and mine has asked for use to go see them.”

“Oh…,” you murmured, scrunching your nose up. “Do you know why?”

He shook his head, standing up straight outside the doors. “May we go? I do not think we want them to be angry with us.”

You nodded, standing up and smoothing out your toga. “Thank you, Prince Loki, I hope you may find the time so we may continue our study of your language.”

He nodded his head, an awkward aura settling around him before you left with his brother.

Your footsteps echoed as you followed quickly beside the god of thunder. His hand rested on your elbow to guide you, dropping it when you entered the throne room where his parents and your father stood waiting.

The smile on your father’s face only made you uncomfortable as you stopped where Thor did, waiting to see what these powerful gods might have to say to you.

You were not ready for what was said.

“Wonderful, I am so glad you are here so quickly,” Odin said, sitting up more in his throne. “What we have to discuss is very sensitive and of the most importance.”

“What is it?” Your voice was meek as you asked cautiously, not certain you wanted to know.

“We wish to discuss your future. More importantly, the future for the both of you.”

You and the blond god exchanged a worried glance towards each other before your father continued.

“I am so very pleased to share that toth of you will be betrothed, thereby uniting our pantheons!”

At that moment, you wondered if your jaw could truly hit the floor from the force that it fell.

Stars Across the Pantheons

So this title may change if I think of something better lol but here’s the beginning of a new series I am really excited about, it’s something new! Hopefully, you guys like it as well. Obvious at this point, but since you’re a Greek goddess, you might wanna do research into how fucked up the Greek pantheon family is. I forwarn this because I don’t know if I will mention it in this story, but it won’t be like...super focused on. This is also obviously a part 1 but you knew that.

The journey through the Bifrost was interesting for you. It was a way of travel you had never experienced before and found it rather enjoyable. It was much better than the way your father used to travel Greece. Human form and their transportation was never your favorite. You much preferred the Norse method now.

Why, you may ask, is a girl and her father, from Greece, traveling through the Norse gods’ Bifrost to Asgard? Well, your father was Zeus, king of the gods, making you a young goddess. Your mother, Hera, didn’t wish to leave Olympus and trusted you to keep your father “in line” while you were out. Now, you were wondering why your father had brought you here to begin with.

“Lord Zeus, Odin, Frigga, and his sons are on their way to meet you. Hello, Princess.”

You smiled politely, feeling the awkward nervousness creep up on you. “Hello, Heimdal. Thank you for allowing us to travel safely.”

He returned the smile, bowing slightly at the waist before your father ushered you on the path of the rainbow bridge. It wasn’t terribly long before you saw four figures nearing you and felt your father’s hand rest between your shoulder blades. A sense of unease settled over you as he guided you towards the imposing gods. You had never been to another realm of the gods before and the implications that your father had brought you and you alone here were not the best in your mind.

“Odin! It’s so good to see you again, old friend!”

The one-eyed man laughed loudly and you ducked your head, hands clasped in front of you. Your father’s hand dropped as he shook the other god’s hand and, using the slight chance that there was a distraction to the rest of the family, you glanced up at the other three.

There was a very beautiful woman, long blonde hair pulled back from her face, a ring of braids around the top of her head like a crown, a long dress in a far different style than you’ve ever seen, and a small, polite smile on her face. She must have been Frigga.

The next was a man with long blond hair, it was easy to see who he took after more. Even at a glance, Frigga and he looked far more approachable and nice than Odin. At his hop was a rather large hammer. He was Thor, obviously. You knew enough about the mortals’ myths of the Norse gods to know that.

The last man, he looked bored. His dark hair was slicked back and shorter than all of the rest of theirs. He wasn’t even looking at your father. Rather, he was staring at you, blue-grey eyes boring into you.

You dropped your head again. Out of all of them, he intimidated you the most. It wasn’t even that he was scary. Compared to the rest of them, he was the least threatening. The blond man was rather buff in appearance, his father was towering, and his mother was so regal in appearance that you felt much smaller than you normally did beside your father. No, this man was intimidating because you had no idea what he was capable of.

And that interested you.

When your father’s hand came back down on your shoulder, you jumped, literally. What you failed to notice was the slight wince that came from the black haired god. Your back straightened, head up proudly in a practiced way as you smiled at the other family. Zeus looked proud as well, though in the more egotistical way than your practiced way. Your eyes held a story of being nervous and slightly uncomfortable being presented the way you were.

It felt odd to be wearing the Greek toga that was draped over your form when it seemed to be very meager covering compared to the apparent normal dress that was here in Asgard. You didn’t feel as dressed up as you figured a god here should be. Granted, the typical white toga was adorned by a golden belt of laurels, your wrist cuffs were golden as well, and golden threading along the bottom hem of your cloth. The open, laced sandals on your feet even felt far too out of the ordinary for you to feel any sort of confidence in your appearance in front of what you knew to be some of the most powerful Scandinavian gods.

Despite the turbulent emotions swirling within you, you followed after your father and the other two adults, the two men that appeared as the same age as you did (though you all were gods so who truly knew the extent of your ages according to the mortals) fell into step beside you. Without your father there, your shoulders had dropped some of their tension, however, the new and seemingly terrifying forms now next to you, the tension had regathered and you were back into your performance attitude.

“Hello, my Princes. May I help you?”

Thor grinned at you and, from your now closer proximity, you noticed he was just beginning to grow hair on his face. He must’ve been a young god, still.

“Perhaps by relaxing a bit. We welcome you as friends, after all!”

You nearly felt the other man rolling his eyes as you finally cracked a smile. A real, genuine smile.

“I thank you, Prince Thor. I have never visited another pantheon before, it is a strange and new experience for me to be here.”

“Trust me,” the black haired one said to your side, “it is truly nothing to be impressed by.”

“I am afraid I must contradict you, the construction is a simple example of amazement in itself.”

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a wary, unsure look hovering just under the distrust he held of someone new. Almost as if he was sizing you up. You just smiled with a small glimmer of enjoyment.

“Thor! Loki! You will be in charge of showing her around during her stay,” their father called back to the three of you, the three older gods turning as they walked to look back.

Thor seemed ecstatic to be able to spend more time with you, maybe learn how the Greeks fought while you were there. Loki, however, seemed far more hesitant, though both brothers did agree to their father’s wishes in the end.

This trip would truly be a new experience in many different ways for you, wouldn’t it?

I've also come up with a new name. Written in Stars and Tapestries or something similar. A small nod to strands of fate being woven together to make a tapestry of prophecy lol

I did 2 parts and I believe thats all I will do for Starks Girl, sorry!!

I mayve should've thought of doing that huh 😂

Okay, so the basic plot is you're the daughter of Hera and Zeus and your father has brought you to Asgard for a reason you don't quite know yet. You're out of place and out of your comfort zone, but it isnt terrible. Not really. Tge princes are kind to you, often finding yourself telling them tales of your brothers and sisters and other family. And while you're close with Thor in the brotherly type way, Prince Loki still seems so mysterious. Hes something new and interesting that you cant quite explain.

And, as always, there will be drama, some secret rendezvous, and Thor being supportive in your decisions.

Also, I like to believe this happens before Thor 1? Although ive only watched Thor Ragnorak out of the Thor trilogy so what the hell am I talking about 😂 I dont wanna give too much away here because there's a lot in my mind that'd spoil people's reactions, so I hope this works as enough

Should I call the new Loki fanfic series Star-Crossed, Pantheon Crossed, or something else? I have no idea what the name could be and would appreciate the help

Anyone interested in a Zeus' Daughter Reader x Loki? ;)