Glee/Avengers movieverse - I was thinking of a son, PG, Klaine
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Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse/Norse mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; AU; violence
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1075
Point of view: third
Notes: apparently this never got posted here. Oops. Part of this ‘verse.
More notes: I started three new parts of this ‘verse today, which is why I noticed I’d failed to post this. Rewatching season 3 of Glee makes me want to write Kurt as Loki’s son and fucking shit up. *shrugs*
Blaine was snatched from his art history class by a group of gunmen who kept calling him Stark’s kid, so it hit the internet way before anyone thought to call Kurt.
Which was a mistake, actually, but Kurt would deal with SHIELD’s lollygagging later. After he roasted a few idiots alive.
Would you like some help? Mama asked, the twins chiming in their own offer just after.
No, thank you, Kurt replied. I’ve got this.
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Kurt thought about doing subtle. Maybe calling Mr. Stark after he figured out where the kidnappers had taken Blaine. He really did think about it for almost twenty seconds before deciding he’d rather go in and massacre them all because he was so very tired of being ‘good.’
Giving in was easy. Refraining was hard. So Kurt - stopped. There were a dozen men in the building, and Blaine tied to a chair, barely conscious. It wasn’t clear if they wanted money or Blaine to make them something (which he couldn’t, because he didn’t inherit his dad’s technological genius), and they would get whatever ransom they demanded right before the Avengers arrived to arrest the lot of them.
And that… just wouldn’t do. Because they took something of Kurt’s, something he loved very much, and while Mr. Stark might kill the fuckers, he couldn’t when wearing the Iron Man armor. Something about being a hero. A good role model. Merciful.
Kurt wasn’t a hero, and he had no mercy to give. And he was done hiding.
They took Blaine, and Blaine was bleeding, and Kurt had made a promise.
So he called his knives to his hands, dropped the invisibility, and killed them all. And after it was done, when broken pieces littered the floor, Kurt asked, Mama, how do I unmake them?
And Mama was there, and he said, “Watch me, child,” as his fingers twisted and reality followed his will.
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Kurt took Blaine home. He was woozy and didn’t remember much of the day. He should be far more wounded than he was, but he still wore Kurt’s ring and it protected him from everything but surface wounds. He cuddled against Kurt and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle, and grumbled when Kurt carefully pulled away, and Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips, the tip of his nose, his forehead.
“I’ll be right back,” Kurt promised and rubbed at Fenrir’s ears as he walked out of the room. Váli and Nari were on the couch arguing about what to watch, wrestling for the remote; neither noticed when Kurt took it and put on the news.
All the talking heads knew was that Tony Stark had a kid and the kid had been kidnapped. Speculation ran rampant. Kurt shook his head in disgust, pulling out his phone.
“Kurt!” Mr. Stark said, sounding panicked and breathless. “Kurt, we haven’t found him yet, but we’re tracking the GPS - ”
“I have him, sir,” Kurt interrupted smoothly. “He’s safe and sleeping in our bed.”
Something exploded on the other end and then Mr. Stark demanded, “You have him? He’s alright?”
“Yes,” Kurt said. “You can come see for yourself, if you like - but just you, Mr. Stark. And his mom - can you arrange for her to come visit?”
“Sure, of course,” Mr. Stark agreed. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Sir!” Kurt said sharply. “Only you. That’s important.”
Mr. Stark was silent for a long moment. Kurt looked at his brothers, who looked back with dangerous smiles.
Kurt still wanted to kill something.
“Just me,” Mr. Stark said quietly. “Got it.”
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Blaine’s secret was out, of course. SHIELD and Mr. Stark assured everyone that his kidnapping was a prank gone wrong, but Director Fury asked Kurt to come in for the debrief with Blaine.
He would’ve gone, anyway.
Of the kidnapping itself, Blaine only remembered distant shouting. He had bruises, a split lip, and a barely-sprained ankle. He didn’t know what the men wanted. He had no idea how he got home.
“And you, Kurt?” Director Fury asked. “Do you know how Anderson got home?”
Kurt smirked, just a little. “My mom and brothers, I believe,” he said, holding Blaine’s hand, stroking his thumb across Blaine’s knuckles.
“Loki and your brothers?” Director Fury repeated. “I don’t suppose you could tell me about these brothers?”
“No, sir,” Kurt said kindly. “I’m sure my uncle has regaled you about them at great length. I’d just be telling you the same things.”
Director Fury heaved a disgusted sigh. “Get outta here,” he ordered. “Kid, I’m glad you’re alright.”
“Thank you, sir,” Blaine said earnestly, catching his balance on Kurt. Mr. Stark met them at the door and Kurt paused, turning back. He waved Blaine and Mr. Stark on.
“The next time someone takes Blaine, don’t wait to tell me,” Kurt said.
“Will you wait for the Avengers to get there?” Director Fury asked, trying to intimidate him with a look. “Or the proper authorities?”
“Of course,” Kurt lied with a guileless smile.
Director Fury scoffed, rolling his eye. “Catch up with your boyfriend and be glad I’m not arrestin’ you for bein’ a pain in the ass.”
“Thank you, sir,” Kurt simpered. “As always, it’s been a pleasure.” He flounced out, playing the persona of McKinley’s drama queen to the hilt.
Blaine was in the cafeteria with the Avengers and Thor smiled brightly as Kurt sauntered in. “Nephew!” he called.
Most of the SHIELD minions didn’t know Kurt was anything but Stark’s future son-in-law. But everyone knew who Thor’s brother was. So Kurt figured he’d been well and truly outed now.
He glanced around the cafeteria, at all the dumbstruck stares, and he smiled the tiniest of smiles.
The Avengers made room for him at the table and Blaine curled into him, and Kurt didn’t have to hide anymore.
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After Blaine fell asleep, Kurt settled onto the couch with Fenrir curled up next to him, head on Kurt’s knee. Váli sketched Jörmungandr while Nari straightened up the kitchen, and Kurt let the mundane noises lull him.
“Bedtime,” Váli said, scooping him up. “The first is always the most exhausting.”
Váli and Nari deposited him beside Blaine and tuck them both in. Nari told him, “Fenrir will stay the night again, but Váli and I have to head out.”
Kurt nodded, rolling over to drape himself around Blaine.
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In the morning, Kurt texted Váli, Can I go on your next job?
Váli replied, ;).
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Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Avengers movieverse/Norse mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; AU; violence
Pairings: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1075
Point of view: third
Notes: apparently this never got posted here. Oops. Part of this ‘verse.
More notes: I started three new parts of this ‘verse today, which is why I noticed I’d failed to post this. Rewatching season 3 of Glee makes me want to write Kurt as Loki’s son and fucking shit up. *shrugs*
Blaine was snatched from his art history class by a group of gunmen who kept calling him Stark’s kid, so it hit the internet way before anyone thought to call Kurt.
Which was a mistake, actually, but Kurt would deal with SHIELD’s lollygagging later. After he roasted a few idiots alive.
Would you like some help? Mama asked, the twins chiming in their own offer just after.
No, thank you, Kurt replied. I’ve got this.
.
Kurt thought about doing subtle. Maybe calling Mr. Stark after he figured out where the kidnappers had taken Blaine. He really did think about it for almost twenty seconds before deciding he’d rather go in and massacre them all because he was so very tired of being ‘good.’
Giving in was easy. Refraining was hard. So Kurt - stopped. There were a dozen men in the building, and Blaine tied to a chair, barely conscious. It wasn’t clear if they wanted money or Blaine to make them something (which he couldn’t, because he didn’t inherit his dad’s technological genius), and they would get whatever ransom they demanded right before the Avengers arrived to arrest the lot of them.
And that… just wouldn’t do. Because they took something of Kurt’s, something he loved very much, and while Mr. Stark might kill the fuckers, he couldn’t when wearing the Iron Man armor. Something about being a hero. A good role model. Merciful.
Kurt wasn’t a hero, and he had no mercy to give. And he was done hiding.
They took Blaine, and Blaine was bleeding, and Kurt had made a promise.
So he called his knives to his hands, dropped the invisibility, and killed them all. And after it was done, when broken pieces littered the floor, Kurt asked, Mama, how do I unmake them?
And Mama was there, and he said, “Watch me, child,” as his fingers twisted and reality followed his will.
.
Kurt took Blaine home. He was woozy and didn’t remember much of the day. He should be far more wounded than he was, but he still wore Kurt’s ring and it protected him from everything but surface wounds. He cuddled against Kurt and wrapped his arms around Kurt’s middle, and grumbled when Kurt carefully pulled away, and Kurt pressed a kiss to Blaine’s lips, the tip of his nose, his forehead.
“I’ll be right back,” Kurt promised and rubbed at Fenrir’s ears as he walked out of the room. Váli and Nari were on the couch arguing about what to watch, wrestling for the remote; neither noticed when Kurt took it and put on the news.
All the talking heads knew was that Tony Stark had a kid and the kid had been kidnapped. Speculation ran rampant. Kurt shook his head in disgust, pulling out his phone.
“Kurt!” Mr. Stark said, sounding panicked and breathless. “Kurt, we haven’t found him yet, but we’re tracking the GPS - ”
“I have him, sir,” Kurt interrupted smoothly. “He’s safe and sleeping in our bed.”
Something exploded on the other end and then Mr. Stark demanded, “You have him? He’s alright?”
“Yes,” Kurt said. “You can come see for yourself, if you like - but just you, Mr. Stark. And his mom - can you arrange for her to come visit?”
“Sure, of course,” Mr. Stark agreed. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Sir!” Kurt said sharply. “Only you. That’s important.”
Mr. Stark was silent for a long moment. Kurt looked at his brothers, who looked back with dangerous smiles.
Kurt still wanted to kill something.
“Just me,” Mr. Stark said quietly. “Got it.”
.
Blaine’s secret was out, of course. SHIELD and Mr. Stark assured everyone that his kidnapping was a prank gone wrong, but Director Fury asked Kurt to come in for the debrief with Blaine.
He would’ve gone, anyway.
Of the kidnapping itself, Blaine only remembered distant shouting. He had bruises, a split lip, and a barely-sprained ankle. He didn’t know what the men wanted. He had no idea how he got home.
“And you, Kurt?” Director Fury asked. “Do you know how Anderson got home?”
Kurt smirked, just a little. “My mom and brothers, I believe,” he said, holding Blaine’s hand, stroking his thumb across Blaine’s knuckles.
“Loki and your brothers?” Director Fury repeated. “I don’t suppose you could tell me about these brothers?”
“No, sir,” Kurt said kindly. “I’m sure my uncle has regaled you about them at great length. I’d just be telling you the same things.”
Director Fury heaved a disgusted sigh. “Get outta here,” he ordered. “Kid, I’m glad you’re alright.”
“Thank you, sir,” Blaine said earnestly, catching his balance on Kurt. Mr. Stark met them at the door and Kurt paused, turning back. He waved Blaine and Mr. Stark on.
“The next time someone takes Blaine, don’t wait to tell me,” Kurt said.
“Will you wait for the Avengers to get there?” Director Fury asked, trying to intimidate him with a look. “Or the proper authorities?”
“Of course,” Kurt lied with a guileless smile.
Director Fury scoffed, rolling his eye. “Catch up with your boyfriend and be glad I’m not arrestin’ you for bein’ a pain in the ass.”
“Thank you, sir,” Kurt simpered. “As always, it’s been a pleasure.” He flounced out, playing the persona of McKinley’s drama queen to the hilt.
Blaine was in the cafeteria with the Avengers and Thor smiled brightly as Kurt sauntered in. “Nephew!” he called.
Most of the SHIELD minions didn’t know Kurt was anything but Stark’s future son-in-law. But everyone knew who Thor’s brother was. So Kurt figured he’d been well and truly outed now.
He glanced around the cafeteria, at all the dumbstruck stares, and he smiled the tiniest of smiles.
The Avengers made room for him at the table and Blaine curled into him, and Kurt didn’t have to hide anymore.
.
After Blaine fell asleep, Kurt settled onto the couch with Fenrir curled up next to him, head on Kurt’s knee. Váli sketched Jörmungandr while Nari straightened up the kitchen, and Kurt let the mundane noises lull him.
“Bedtime,” Váli said, scooping him up. “The first is always the most exhausting.”
Váli and Nari deposited him beside Blaine and tuck them both in. Nari told him, “Fenrir will stay the night again, but Váli and I have to head out.”
Kurt nodded, rolling over to drape himself around Blaine.
.
In the morning, Kurt texted Váli, Can I go on your next job?
Váli replied, ;).