I was thinking of a son pt 2 - Thor/Glee
Title: I was thinking of a son
Fandom: Glee/Thor movieverse(Norse mythology)
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: spoilers for Glee season 3; basic knowledge of The Avengers movieverse needed; future!fic
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: PGish
Wordcount: 1435
Point of view: third
Prompt:
Okay does anyone read Johanna's fabulous Blaine Anderson-Stark drabbles on Tumblr? Well you should, and they're right here.
And on that note I want Blaine to be Tony's son and I want Kurt to be Loki's son (from Thor).
In the trailer you see Loki walking down a hallway escorted by gaurds in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. I want him to see Kurt in one of the rooms, with Captain America or Thor holding onto his shoulder or arm. Loki freaks out and starts demanding to know why they're holding his innocent child hostage. He goes completely crazy but no one knows what he's talking about. Kurt didn't know Loki was his mom.
So how does he handle knowing that his mom is really the god of mischief and hellbent on destroying the Earth, and his boyfriend's father is one of the people fighting him.
Just to be clear, Thor/Captain America, wasn't holding Kurt in a threatening way. He just had his hand there, maybe they were joking around. But whatever it is, it was innocent, and they didn't know about Loki and Kurt's relation either.
part 1
When Blaine introduces his father, Kurt smiles and says, “I’m a big fan, Mr. Stark.” He’s perfectly polite and unfailingly charming, but despite that, Blaine gets the feeling that Kurt’s laughing. Something about his eyes.
But Dad loves him. So do all of Dad’s teammates, when Kurt and Blaine are escorted to the SHIELD headquarters after an attempted kidnapping. Blaine hasn’t let go of Kurt’s hand since they were tossed into the back of a van, and Kurt’s only started to thaw now that they’re safe. His free hand has been clenched for hours, like he’s holding something no one else can feel or see, but Blaine is just so happy they’re not dead, and he pulls Kurt with him when he throws himself at Dad. Dad catches them both, and holds them, and he says, “This is why I didn’t want anyone to know, Blaine, I have so many enemies.”
“Hello,” Captain America says, stepping forward as Dad lets Blaine go. “I’m Steve Rogers.” He gives Blaine and Kurt each a firm handshake and a breathtaking smile. Dad introduces everyone else - Natasha, the scary redhead; Clint, the guy who can’t miss; Dr. Banner, the green rage monster; Thor, God of Thunder.
Kurt stares at Thor the longest, a small smile on his lips. Blaine doesn’t know why. He just follows Kurt, still linked by their hands, when Kurt walks over to Thor - he’s humongous, the biggest guy Blaine has ever seen in real life - and says, “I used to be fascinated by Norse mythology, sir. Is it alright… may I ask a question?”
“Of course,” Thor says. “If I have an answer, I shall give it.”
“Did Loki really have all those children?” Kurt asks. “In the books, all the kids were taken and had horrible fates… did it really happen like that?” He’s not smiling anymore.
None of Dad’s teammates move or speak, as Thor stares down at Kurt, face frozen. “He had the children,” Thor finally says. “Each of them grew and found their own way in the nine realms.”
Kurt’s smile blossoms, brighter than ever. “That’s good to hear. Thank you.” He turns back to Blaine and Mr. Coulson enters the room.
“Stark!” Mr. Coulson says, “Take the boys to a safe room. Loki’s attacking.”
Dad’s team hurry out the room, and Dad grabs Blaine, pulling him the other way. “Does anyone know why?” Dad yells back to Mr. Coulson. “I thought we were on better terms with Loki!”
If Mr. Coulson has an answer, no one hears over the alarms that start blaring.
0o0
Kurt seems captivated by the Iron Man armor. He asks Dad a dozen questions about the mechanics of it, things Blaine never understood or felt interest in. Dad answers them all, and then says, “Loki’s been captured. Stay here.”
“Alright,” Blaine says, at the same time as Kurt’s, “Of course, Mr. Stark.”
Dad heads out, slamming the door behind him. Neither Kurt nor Blaine makes a sound, crouching down in the far corner together, holding hands again. Blaine notices that Kurt’s free hand is clenched around something, and he doesn’t look afraid, not like Blaine is. Blaine’s watched Dad’s battles with Loki on TV, and if they caught him, it was because he wanted to be caught.
And why do villains want to be caught? It’s always a trick.
But eventually, Clint comes for them and takes them back to the original room, where Dad is waiting, still in his armor. “We’re still looking for intel about the kidnapping,” Dad says, but then his gaze goes past Blaine and he scowls. Blaine turns to look:
Loki is being escorted past the room, hands bound, and as he looks at them, his smirk drops, expression blanking for a moment before a fury the likes of which Blaine has never seen fills Loki’s face.
There’s some sort of explosion in the hall, all bright light and roaring, and then Loki is in the room with them, hand around Clint’s neck. “Why do you have this boy?” he demands, green fire wreathing around him.
Clint chokes. Dad shoves Blaine and Kurt behind him, raising his hand and powering up, but Loki lets Clint fall, turning to face Dad. He looks at Dad, at Blaine, and finally at Kurt.
“You protect him?” Loki asks. “He’s not a prisoner?”
Dad’s arm doesn’t drop, but he seems confused when he says, “Neither of ‘em are prisoners.”
Loki’s fire vanishes. “Good,” he says, smiling what might even be a real smile, and Blaine’s pretty sure he hasn’t looked away from Kurt. “Tell the rest that we’ll continue this at some other time. I have would-be kidnappers to eviscerate.”
“Uh, what?” Dad splutters, but Loki is gone.
0o0
Mr. Fury is terrifying, and Blaine answers every question he asks, but he doesn’t really know anything and it’s obvious.
Kurt asks, after Blaine’s words have run dry, “Did you really date Sue Sylvester?”
Mr. Fury shudders and Kurt grins triumphantly. “I knew it!” He claps his hands delightedly. “I’ll have to tell her you’re just as handsome as she said.”
“Mr. Hummel,” Mr. Fury starts, voice full of thunder and annoyance, but Kurt cuts him off.
Kurt interrupts Nick Fury. Blaine can only stare at him in wonder and lust.
“Call me Kurt, please, sir,” Kurt says politely, hands clasped demurely on his knee. “Mr. Hummel is my father. You’ll send a representative home with us, of course, to explain everything? Dad will not react well to whatever explanation Mr. Stark would provide.”
All of the Avengers, Mr. Coulson, Mr. Fury, and Blaine are staring at him. Kurt simply smiles his I’m innocent, why are you looking at me like that? smile.
“Kurt, then,” Mr. Fury continues with foreboding patience. “Do you know why Loki decided to go after the men who kidnapped you and Stark’s kid?”
Kurt shrugs. “He must not like kidnappers.”
Dad tilts his head, staring at Kurt like he’s some mechanical problem in need of solving. Blaine used to get that look sometimes. “You asked about Loki’s kids,” he muses. “Loki freaked out when he saw you. He attacked Clint, who had a hand on your shoulder. He stopped - completely stopped - when he realized I was protecting and not threatening you.”
Kurt’s gotten steadily paler at everything Dad lists. “And then, he goes after those idiots who tried to snatch you?” Dad finishes. “I dunno. Boss, what do you think?” He glances at Mr. Fury.
“Kurt?” Blaine asks softly, reaching out for Kurt’s hand, surprised when Kurt actually clutches him right back.
Thor says, “You were fascinated by stories of my brother’s exploits, fiction most of them may be.”
“What of it?” Kurt asks quietly. “I liked Greek myths, too.” He stares directly at Mr. Fury. “May we go home now, sir? If a supervillain god has dealt with the kidnapers, I doubt there’s much danger left.”
“Sure,” Mr. Fury says. “Stark, Thor, Rogers - take the kids home.”
Kurt regally inclines his head.
0o0
Mr. Hummel yells himself hoarse, and even Thor backs away from him as he rages. Kurt waits, arms crossed, and when his father scoops him up, Kurt hugs him back just as fiercely.
“Dad,” he says, once he’s back on his feet, “this is the Norse God of Thunder, Thor.”
Mr. Hummel stares at Kurt, then at Thor. “Not a fairy tale or PR stunt?” Mr. Hummel asks.
“Nope,” Dad says, giving his cameras are watching, must show all teeth smile. “Not all the myths are true, of course, but Thor’s the real deal.”
“Well, alright then,” Mr. Hummel murmurs. He looks at Dad, at Blaine, at Captain America and Thor. And then he looks at Kurt. “You alright, Kurt?” he asks.
Kurt nods. “SHIELD saved us from the kidnappers,” he says. “And Loki’s dealt with them, anyway.”
A tiny smirk flits across his face.
“Loki?” Mr. Hummel repeats.
“That is why we have come to speak with you,” Thor says. “Loki showed an interest in your son.”
“An interest,” Mr. Hummel repeats again. “And not a fairy tale.” He sighs. “Ah, fuck.”
0o0
“So,” Kurt says, curled up on his bed with Blaine, “my mom’s a supervillain god. And your dad is a superhero.”
“Looks like,” Blaine agrees, watching in wonder and lust as Kurt twirls a knife in his hand. Kurt smirks when he throws it at the tiny scrap of cloth already pinned to the wall.
The knife lands just below the other one. Blaine swallows.
Kurt smiles at him, pulls him close, and whispers into his ear, “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” Blaine says, kissing him.
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