Oneshots, imagines, and ideas, oh my! *discontinued*

Steve Rodgers Imagine

Steve Rodgers/Loki/Reader Imagine

Note: Last few days to put in any holiday covers. I'm excited. 

Warnings: Mild mentions of violence. Tears. Unresolved feelings.

Steve Rodgers/Loki/Reader Imagine

Weddings are happy occasions. And wedding dresses are beautiful, majestic things. Y/n always imagined she'd wear a beautiful dress. Her mom would be there, and her best friend, and anyone and everyone she knew. She would get fitted, and try on a thousand different styles before finding the perfect fit. And she would marry her prince charming.

As childish as her dreams were, she had been well on her way to fulfilling them. She had the man, anyways. A stand-up guy, a hero, the love of her life--a true and honest prince. Steve Rodgers. They were in love, once, so pure and true and incredible. Not only did she love him, but she felt him return her feelings, and to be held so dear by a man so good was the best feeling in the world. He gave her a lot of good feelings and a lot of good memories. Like on their first date, where he brought her flowers and took her dancing. Where he made her feel like she was a lady from decades past, out on the town with her man. Or when they'd been together for well over a year, and they stayed home to watch movies, and she leaned on him all evening and felt secure.

There were bad things, sure, what with the fear of death and the isane pressure of saving the world, but all in all it was a dream come true. Perhaps that's why it couldn't be--because it was a dream. She couldn't be a superhero and have a boyfriend, right? Let alone marry him and become a dutiful wife, right?

 Y/n worked with the Avengers for S.H.I.E.L.D, back when S.H.I.E.L.D existed and the Avengers weren't a distant memory. She remembered days of training, immense battles fought shoulder-to-shoulder with her team, teasingly being called 'Frosty' by a billionaire playboy. Fitting, for the woman with a frozen touch to fall in love with the man frozen in time. Once frozen, thankfully defrosted, for her viewing pleasure.

That had all come to an end, however, when the line between realms became further blurred, and an Asgardian prince rained hell over everything everyone knew and loved. Years after his brother Thor came and fought a mighty evil, he worked to do the opposite, and flooded the planet with millions of invaders under his general power. The avengers had come so close to stopping him. So close. But there are battles that simply cannot be won. 

From their first meeting in Stuttgart, Loki had taken a liking to her. Her control of ice had transfixed him, her power had attracted him, and the snarling (H/C) had ensnared him. He proceeded to carry on a one-sided romance with her until the Battle of New York, when he brought the Avengers to their knees, and captured her for his own purposes.

Weddings are supposed to be very happy things. And wedding dresses are supposed to be beautiful, majestic things. And as majestic as hers was, Y/n could not find the strength to be happy at all.

The chambermaids--her chambermaids--skittered out just the moment she was dressed. In an attempt to get her spirits up about the entire affair, they had several fittings, and now they had dressed her up much like a bride. She wasn't quite a bride, though. Even with her dress, and the small bouquet, and her makeup done, and her hair twisted in an elegant fashion, she was not a bride. She was a superhero in a costume, though she found the alien fabrics much less comfortable than a spandex suit. She was doing this out of duty and responsibility, not love.

She felt helpless to her emotions as she stared at herself in the three-paned mirror, empty tears drizzling down her face, destroying the masterpiece which had been the labor of several ambitious hands over nearly two hours. All of her flaws, concealed, just as her beloved would bid it done.