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tigriswolfTitle: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: AU for season 3; AU for Avengers movie; mentions of bullying; mild language
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 765
Point of view: third
Note: in this 'verse; takes place prior to the previous part.
Sue Sylvester had known from the first moment she ever laid eyes on Porcelain that he was a truly dangerous child. The fact that McKinley is still standing and none of the bullying vermin have been turned into exploding pustules of blood is a testament of Kurt’s iron control.
So when, after a week’s absence, Porcelain pops into her office, his boytoy trailing after him, and tells her, “You were right about Nick Fury’s commanding presence. He’s absolutely stunning,” it’s not really a surprise.
“SHIELD finally got ahold of you, Porcelain?” she asks, giving him and the boytoy a thorough look-over. Porcelain looks the same as ever, except his smile is slightly sharper.
About damn time he decided to quit hiding. McKinley’s in for quite the shock.
.
Will Schuester has never quite known what to make of Kurt Hummel. Kurt was such an enigma – he appeared so fragile, but every time Will ever tried to help, Kurt looked at him with ice in his gaze. That was why Will started looking past the bullying.
Kurt was a smart kid. He never broke beneath the bullying, but he also never fought back. Not physically, anyway. He had a sarcastic, smartass response to every slushy, every locker-shove, and every dumpster-dive.
And then that whole thing with Dave Karofsky happened. Will had no idea what to do, so he did nothing, really. He does feel bad about that.
But now Kurt’s back. And he’s sharper. He doesn’t even really seem to notice Will anymore.
Will supposes that’s fair, if only for all the times he walked past the dumpster.
.
After SHIELD drops Kurt off, after Thor (the literal God of Thunder, what the fuck) explains about Loki (oh, Kathryn, seriously, what the flying fuck?), after Tony Stark and Captain America… Burt wishes he still drank. He really really wishes he still drank.
Kurt kisses Blaine goodbye, thanks Stark, Thor, and Captain America (Captain America! In Burt’s house! Holy fucking shit!) for their help, gives Burt another quick hug, and goes upstairs.
“Nice kid you got there,” Stark says, standing next to Blaine (his son, Burt’s kid has been dating Tony Stark’s son, what has his life become?).
Thor’s eyes look dewy, as he stares after Kurt. “I have another nephew,” he murmurs. “Oh, Brother. You need not hide him from us.”
“Thank you for your time,” Captain America says, smiling at Burt. “We’ll head out now.”
“Yeah, of course,” Burt replies. “Uh, thanks. You guys, you, uh – you do a good job. I feel better for knowin’ you’re out there.”
Captain America’s smile grows wider and brighter.
Stark claps Blaine on the shoulder. “C’mon, kid,” he says. “Let’s get you home.”
After they’re gone, Burt shakes his head. Then he goes upstairs to talk to his son.
.
When Loki woke up, he was surprised. That Váli and Nari were glaring at him was less of surprise, or Fenrir curled up next to him on the bed. “Our sister doesn’t want to see your face for a long time, old man,” Váli said.
Loki sighed, letting his eyes close again. Fenrir rested his head on Loki’s chest. The twins quietly left the room.
“I should’ve known,” he murmured, running his fingers along Fenrir’s ears. “I have never been like them.”
Oh, Papa, Fenrir rumbled. Just rest.
Loki reached out, feeling for this world he’d fallen to. Earth. Midgard. He’d been here before, of course, to see the place the twins lived.
Kurt’s beloved New York sang to him. Such a grand place. He started plotting immediately, knowing the twins would help him. He’d have to find a base away from New York, of course. Kurt would never forgive him if something happened to his dream city.
And now, Thor’s little band of heroes have learned of Kurt’s existence.
So Loki goes to him, that night, assuming Kathryn’s shape again, and sings Kurt’s favorite lullaby. She holds her son, her youngest, and makes all sorts of promises.
But Loki is the God of Lies, even to those she sired or bore.
“Don’t worry, Mama,” Kurt whispers, just before Loki leaves. “I know how it ends.” He kisses Loki’s forehead and burrows further under the comforter, and Loki’s heart burns colder than the heart of Jötunheimr.
SHIELD knows about Kurt. How long before Odin does?
It shouldn’t matter. Kurt’s father is a Midgardian. He was born on Midgard.
“What if we could rewrite the ending?” Loki asks, pausing.
Kurt looks up at her. “That’d be marvelous,” Kurt answers. “But can we?”
Loki smiles. “Trickery,” she says. “I’m good at that.”
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: AU for season 3; AU for Avengers movie; mentions of bullying; mild language
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 765
Point of view: third
Note: in this 'verse; takes place prior to the previous part.
Sue Sylvester had known from the first moment she ever laid eyes on Porcelain that he was a truly dangerous child. The fact that McKinley is still standing and none of the bullying vermin have been turned into exploding pustules of blood is a testament of Kurt’s iron control.
So when, after a week’s absence, Porcelain pops into her office, his boytoy trailing after him, and tells her, “You were right about Nick Fury’s commanding presence. He’s absolutely stunning,” it’s not really a surprise.
“SHIELD finally got ahold of you, Porcelain?” she asks, giving him and the boytoy a thorough look-over. Porcelain looks the same as ever, except his smile is slightly sharper.
About damn time he decided to quit hiding. McKinley’s in for quite the shock.
.
Will Schuester has never quite known what to make of Kurt Hummel. Kurt was such an enigma – he appeared so fragile, but every time Will ever tried to help, Kurt looked at him with ice in his gaze. That was why Will started looking past the bullying.
Kurt was a smart kid. He never broke beneath the bullying, but he also never fought back. Not physically, anyway. He had a sarcastic, smartass response to every slushy, every locker-shove, and every dumpster-dive.
And then that whole thing with Dave Karofsky happened. Will had no idea what to do, so he did nothing, really. He does feel bad about that.
But now Kurt’s back. And he’s sharper. He doesn’t even really seem to notice Will anymore.
Will supposes that’s fair, if only for all the times he walked past the dumpster.
.
After SHIELD drops Kurt off, after Thor (the literal God of Thunder, what the fuck) explains about Loki (oh, Kathryn, seriously, what the flying fuck?), after Tony Stark and Captain America… Burt wishes he still drank. He really really wishes he still drank.
Kurt kisses Blaine goodbye, thanks Stark, Thor, and Captain America (Captain America! In Burt’s house! Holy fucking shit!) for their help, gives Burt another quick hug, and goes upstairs.
“Nice kid you got there,” Stark says, standing next to Blaine (his son, Burt’s kid has been dating Tony Stark’s son, what has his life become?).
Thor’s eyes look dewy, as he stares after Kurt. “I have another nephew,” he murmurs. “Oh, Brother. You need not hide him from us.”
“Thank you for your time,” Captain America says, smiling at Burt. “We’ll head out now.”
“Yeah, of course,” Burt replies. “Uh, thanks. You guys, you, uh – you do a good job. I feel better for knowin’ you’re out there.”
Captain America’s smile grows wider and brighter.
Stark claps Blaine on the shoulder. “C’mon, kid,” he says. “Let’s get you home.”
After they’re gone, Burt shakes his head. Then he goes upstairs to talk to his son.
.
When Loki woke up, he was surprised. That Váli and Nari were glaring at him was less of surprise, or Fenrir curled up next to him on the bed. “Our sister doesn’t want to see your face for a long time, old man,” Váli said.
Loki sighed, letting his eyes close again. Fenrir rested his head on Loki’s chest. The twins quietly left the room.
“I should’ve known,” he murmured, running his fingers along Fenrir’s ears. “I have never been like them.”
Oh, Papa, Fenrir rumbled. Just rest.
Loki reached out, feeling for this world he’d fallen to. Earth. Midgard. He’d been here before, of course, to see the place the twins lived.
Kurt’s beloved New York sang to him. Such a grand place. He started plotting immediately, knowing the twins would help him. He’d have to find a base away from New York, of course. Kurt would never forgive him if something happened to his dream city.
And now, Thor’s little band of heroes have learned of Kurt’s existence.
So Loki goes to him, that night, assuming Kathryn’s shape again, and sings Kurt’s favorite lullaby. She holds her son, her youngest, and makes all sorts of promises.
But Loki is the God of Lies, even to those she sired or bore.
“Don’t worry, Mama,” Kurt whispers, just before Loki leaves. “I know how it ends.” He kisses Loki’s forehead and burrows further under the comforter, and Loki’s heart burns colder than the heart of Jötunheimr.
SHIELD knows about Kurt. How long before Odin does?
It shouldn’t matter. Kurt’s father is a Midgardian. He was born on Midgard.
“What if we could rewrite the ending?” Loki asks, pausing.
Kurt looks up at her. “That’d be marvelous,” Kurt answers. “But can we?”
Loki smiles. “Trickery,” she says. “I’m good at that.”
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Date: 2012-06-07 03:40 pm (UTC)bread-edge kind of stories - what?
Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2012-06-08 12:33 am (UTC)Thank you so much!
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Date: 2012-08-27 02:46 am (UTC)Thanks!