Summary: As unplanned vacations go, Asgard isn’t a bad place. But there’s something about their king that makes Buffy feel uneasy. (Thor crossover)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Marvel (with an emphasis on Thor/Avenger mythology)
Spoilers: Through season 7 of Buffy. For Thor 2, one very big spoiler from the end of the movie. The ending isn’t terribly surprising and it is something you can figure out while watching the film, but it sets up the stage for a lovely exploration of ideas! Takes place fairly soon after Thor 2 and 8 years after season 7.
Pairing: Definitely leaning towards a Buffy/Loki in this fic; but not promising/threatening anything since sometimes I write upon the whim of my muse, who is fickle.
Disclaimer: I do not own rights to BTVS or Marvel.
“Listen, we already worked for a super secret organization once before. No wait, twice. It didn’t work out. Call me cynical, but I doubt S.H.I.E.L.D. will work out any better.”
Director Nick Fury leaned back against the booth and gave her an understanding look. “Ms. Summers, I know very little of the vampire slayers and their interactions with the original Watchers Council, but I can assure you that The Initiative was a rogue unit of S.H.I.E.L.D. The intention was to study some of the supernatural and folklore stories of our world, not to create new ones.”
Buffy took another sip of her coffee to give her a moment to think. Her favorite coffee shop, Moon Goddess café, was a cheesy hipster spot but busy enough to make her feel safe. When Fury made contact a month ago to broker a partnership, the (new) Watchers Council went into full research mode. They had yet to determine just how shady a secret spy organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. was but Buffy wasn’t taking any chances. A public location filled with slayers and watchers masquerading as normal coffee connoisseurs was a great meeting place.
“I get it. After those aliens attacked New York last year, you’re worried. You want all the superhero types you can get – Iron Man, Captain America, etcetera. But we’re not soldiers. We don’t follow orders.”
“But you help to save the world. And that’s all we want to do. We’re looking for a partnership, Ms. Summers. We will work together to protect the world. With knowledge of these other dimensions and various threats to our existence, it made sense to reach out.”
She still wasn’t sure of what to think of in regards to Fury. Xander was all in favor of giving him a chance since they were both in the “eye patch club” but Buffy wasn’t so sure. She had worked hard with the Scoobies these last five years to rebuild a new Watchers Council, train all these new slayers, and do what they do best – saving the world. What would happen if they joined with some quasi-government entity?
“I’ll consider it, Director Fury.”
He nodded. “That’s all I need to hear. Consider it. We’ll alert you when something shows up on the map of evil and we can both have teams fighting the good fight. Plus, let Dr. Rosenberg know that we would love to show her around our labs.”
Buffy’s lips twisted into a small smile. “A nice offer.” Nice? Willow had also been begging for them to partner with S.H.I.E.L.D. just because of all their techy fun. “I’ll be in touch.”
“Thank you.” Fury’s glanced around the café. “Also, next time you’re welcome to have the other members of the Council join us, rather than watch not-so-subtlety behind newspapers.” He grinned.
“Not so secret spy, huh?” Buffy smiled. She rolled her eyes at Andrew, now one of their top (albeit still annoying) watchers who literally was peering over the edge of his newspaper at them. And the newspaper was even upside down.
“I’m tellin’ you,” Fury said as he stood up, “we can both benefit from a partnership. My people can give your people tips in spying.”
“Thanks,” Buffy said dryly; mentally noting that maybe ‘spying’ should be covered in the next staff professional development session.
“What’s the what?” Faith called out as she entered the control room at Council Headquarters. LCD screens covered the walls, each showing a variety of images – maps of slayer locations worldwide, graphs of kill counts and missions, profiles of different demons, and so on. About 10 watchers were seated at desks around the room, busy researching or reporting back to slayers on patrol with questions.
Buffy spun around in her chair – she loved these wheelie chairs – and shrugged. “The London team is reporting on some new type of demon that we don’t have data on. All we know is they're very strong, have pointy ears, and have been stealing different spell ingredients around the country. Oh, and of course killing anyone who gets in their way.”
“Sounds fun!” Faith grinned. “A new baddie? I’m down. How are the girls?”
“Five by five – as someone I know would say.” Buffy smiled but rolled her eyes.
Faith swatted her. “Shut it, girlfriend. Although, if they’re fine why are you getting all geeky in the control room? Why don’t you head out there?”
“I can’t just jump in whenever one of the girls is up against something bad. They have to learn on their own.” Buffy frowned. She had conflicting thoughts on this teaching method but understood why Giles persuaded that this was the right way. Of course, if there was anything real
bad, she’d jump in.
“So you’re just being a helicopter mom and watching over?” Faith laughed.
“Maybe,” Buffy grumbled.
“B, you need to live it up. I head back to Cleveland next week and the entire time you’ve been acting like a Willow clone, either reading books or just teaching the newbies. Let’s go patrol tonight.” Faith’s eyebrows waggled suggestively. “It’ll be fun,” she sing-songed.
been a long time since she was on patrol. Sunnydale was destroyed almost eight years ago and with each year her priorities shifted. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy patrolling (god, honestly she missed it) but Buffy understood that life was short. She had to teach all these slayers to be better than her and help manage the administration of the Council. As she got older Buffy began to see how much more knowledge was needed to run things, hence the research. Sure, it meant more nights indoors but…it was needed.
But that twitchy feeling in her legs told her something else.
“Okay. Let’s head out.”
“Thank god,” Faith sighed. “I was beginning to think ‘B’ was meant to stand for ‘boring’.”
“Shut it, Faith.”
“Watch it, B!”
Buffy ducked and kicked the demon next to her. “Thanks!”
“No” Faith grunted, “Prob”.
Buffy blocked a demon’s punch but missed avoiding him slamming his face against her’s. “Ouch!” she cried out as she performed a roundhouse kick. “Seriously, what is up with the creepy, hard
white masks? As wardrobes go, you could go better.” Buffy dodged a punch but felt a glancing blow to her shoulder. “If you want a terrifying mask, try the Jason or Scream mask.” It didn’t help that all the demons were wearing body armor as well.
The demon spoke some undecipherable language and she shrugged. “I don’t speak Klingon or whatever that is.” She grabbed a metal rod that was laying around the dump and slammed it against the demon’s head. “One down!” she called out cheerfully.
“Five to go!” Faith grunted. A moment later she connected to the back of the demon’s head. “Make that four!” she amended as the beast fell to the ground.
“I’m going to stop the magic guy!” Buffy shouted. She side-stepped two demons and raced to the demon standing on top of a small hill of garbage. Her nose wrinkled in disgust – seriously, why were these new demons trying to do a spell in a garbage dump? Buffy was totally regretting calling off the London team so her and Faith could track these unknown demons. She also was regretting that the demons were trying to do a spell. Buffy and spells just didn’t work.
Something hit her in the head and Buffy fell down to the ground, hard
. A kick connected with her midsection and she had to fight off the dizziness to roll out of the way before the next kick happened. Two of the demon guys were suddenly on her, fighting with a vigor they had not shown previously.
“Okay, I get it. This spell is important. Sorry I tried to stop it!” Buffy’s hand wandered on the filthy trash-laden ground and she found a serrated can lid. She flung it upwards at one demon’s neck like a Frisbee; it landed and he began bleeding out. :Sorry-not-sorry!" She rolled between the next demon’s legs and kicked out at his ankles. He fell but then swung a dagger towards her face.
Buffy slid back, saving herself, as Faith jumped over and stomped on the demon’s hand. “I got this, B! Finish the witchy dude!”
She nodded and began the ascent up the pile of garbage. And, ew
, why on earth did she wear her favorite boots tonight? God, she really wasn’t used to patrolling was she? Which was a shame because tonight was dangerous, sure, but it was also the most fun she had experienced in ages.
The demon performing the spell was indistinguishable from his colleagues – white mask, armor. The air around his altar was swirling like a mini tornado and Buffy had to fight against the wind to get to the top.
“HEY!” she shouted. The demon didn’t look up from his work but Buffy saw the air begin to shift. Instead of a twister it was taking on the consistency of a black hole The altar was sucked in and disappeared.
“Crap,” Buffy muttered. She grabbed the demon’s arm. “Stop it! Stop the spell!” The wind increased and Buffy knew she had to decide when to run. Would this portal grow? Was something going to come out? Or were these guys trying to go in?
“B! Get down!”
The demon grabbed her and threw her down to the ground, dangerously close to the portal. It made some excited noises and moved towards the portal. Buffy felt the wind pushing her backwards into the portal and she dug her fingers into the garbage pile. But there was nothing solid for her to grab on to and soon she was sliding across the makeshift ground.
“Faith!” Buffy shouted out. She could feel herself flying the remaining five feet into the portal and moved wildly in an attempt to break free. “Faith!”
“Buffy! I’m coming!”
It was too late. Buffy’s back touched the swirling portal and a cool sensation passed over her body. The earth disappeared and all she saw was darkness.
Heimdall, guardian of the Bifröst and watcher of the Nine Realms looked into the cosmos. From his station in the observatory, he could observe any of the realms and their inhabitants. Nothing could be hidden from his eyes. He served the great king Odin and reported on all that he knew.
So when a portal unconnected to the Bifröst opened on Svartalfheim, the once-inhabited realm of the Dark Elves, he watched with interest. A young Migardian woman and a Dark Elf stumbled into the land. They fought. Heimdall almost looked away, for he did not wish to see an unarmed mortal woman wearing nothing more than thin layers of clothing to be killed mercilessly by an armored Dark Elf wielding a dagger.
He was surprised when the woman dispatched the elf rather quickly. And Heimdall was rarely surprised.
It was time to speak to his king.
I’ve been falling more into the Marvel universe these last few years but this is my first attempt at writing a Marvel crossover. You can blame/thank Thor 2 for this.
I would love feedback! Thank you :)