Honest Trailers - Captain America: The Winter Soldier
It’s so… Honest


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troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"Of course." She smiled and took his hand to stand up, sweeping off the dress a little, more out of habit since there was no crumbs on her. "You’re the one who knows this place." She stepped a little closer to make sure only he could hear her, even if they were alone. "If you flew off right now, I’d be completely screwed. Oh, the throne room, and the training grounds, I want to see people fight while I’m here."

"Then we shall go to the training grounds, then the throne room then we should probably meet up with my friends," he smiled, taking her hand to his arm as they headed along the garden to the nearby training grounds. 

"Down there," he pointed. It almost looked like a small gladiator arena,
"There are plenty training grounds throughout Asgard. This is just one."

She walked closer to the edge and looked down at the training grounds. “Oh… To be honest I thought it would be more impressive.” She looked at the weapons that were and shrugged. “So how old were you before you realised that you were ‘worthy’ of the hammer?” She asked curiously, stepping closer to him again.


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troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

Anna finished off her drink once she was done eating and slid her arm around his to hold onto his free hand. “Why don’t you show me more of your home?” She smiled and rubbed her thumb over his knuckles before turning over his hand in hers. “The place that made you into the man you are now.”

"I might have been infected with a dirty mind for a moment there," he laughed, kissing her knuckles before standing up,
"But alright. There is still much to see though I think we should probably save some of it for tomorrow," he told her.

"Of course." She smiled and took his hand to stand up, sweeping off the dress a little, more out of habit since there was no crumbs on her. "You’re the one who knows this place." She stepped a little closer to make sure only he could hear her, even if they were alone. "If you flew off right now, I’d be completely screwed. Oh, the throne room, and the training grounds, I want to see people fight while I’m here."


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"Right, that’s it. When we get back I’m taking you to the best chip shop in London, and you’re getting a large sausage supper." She grinned and nudged him back, taking a small bite from the pie. "Then you will understand what I’m so proud of.” Anna looked up at the garden and back to Thor before leaning over to kiss his cheek.

"Ooh I like the sound of that," he nodded in agreement,
"I would love to see more of your home too and I never say no to food. As you may have noticed by now," he patted his armor covered belly smiled at the kiss on his cheek. 

He didn’t know how long they sat there talking, but it must have been a while since they got completely focused on one another and their topics they shared.

Anna finished off her drink once she was done eating and slid her arm around his to hold onto his free hand. “Why don’t you show me more of your home?” She smiled and rubbed her thumb over his knuckles before turning over his hand in hers. “The place that made you into the man you are now.”


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"You think I can be swayed so easily?" She asked while picking some pastry away from the pie. "Humans might be lesser beings to you, but I’m proud of the crap we eat, it’s not healthy, most of the time it’s not pretty either, but it’s good." She looked at him and rolled her eyes before taking a bite. "Mm… Ok it’s good, but I’ve had better."

"No. That’s what makes you so much more interesting than most," he smiled proudly,
"Though you shouldn’t be proud of that crap," he laughed and stuck his tongue out playfully. He nudged her knee with his own. Nah he loved much of the food on Midgard. Not all was good, but there was so much different in so many cultures. How could he not love it?

"Ye ye," he rolled his eyes, enjoying the taste of food from his own realm again.

"Right, that’s it. When we get back I’m taking you to the best chip shop in London, and you’re getting a large sausage supper." She grinned and nudged him back, taking a small bite from the pie. "Then you will understand what I’m so proud of.” Anna looked up at the garden and back to Thor before leaning over to kiss his cheek.


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

She bit her tongue to keep from saying anything else to him but looked around when their food was brought over. “Thank you.” She smiled at the chef. “It smells delicious.” She looked at the pie and back to Thor. “You know, about this time yesterday we were eating at that little cafe back home.” She nodded a little and looked at the pie. “God, I miss processed food already.” She laughed softly and nudged him with her elbow.

"Indeed. We’ve come a far way since then," he grinned, reluctantly pulling his arms to himself again so they could eat like normal people,
"After this you will never look at Midgardian food again," he smiled and reached over for his plate and took a bite,
"Ah childhood," he sighed dramatically.

"You think I can be swayed so easily?" She asked while picking some pastry away from the pie. "Humans might be lesser beings to you, but I’m proud of the crap we eat, it’s not healthy, most of the time it’s not pretty either, but it’s good." She looked at him and rolled her eyes before taking a bite. "Mm… Ok it’s good, but I’ve had better."


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"Well… There goes all my hopes of you ripping off this dress and taking me right here in the garden." She turned to look around and sighed softly, feigning disappointment. "The grass looks so good as well, the gardeners must be very skilled, I imagine it would feel great against my bare skin." She whispered, looking back to him and smiling innocently.

"You are impossible," he laughed and shook his head, resting his palm flat on her thigh and kissed her cheek,
"I imagine golden sheets would feel great against your bare skin too," he whispered in her ear, deciding to return the teasing to her,
"Not to mention look good. Now I can hardly wait to see you in it," he smiled, hugging her closer as the Chef himself came with their pies and drinks. This time Thor didn’t move away from Anna and the Chef just seemed happy to see his future King so in love.

She bit her tongue to keep from saying anything else to him but looked around when their food was brought over. “Thank you.” She smiled at the chef. “It smells delicious.” She looked at the pie and back to Thor. “You know, about this time yesterday we were eating at that little cafe back home.” She nodded a little and looked at the pie. “God, I miss processed food already.” She laughed softly and nudged him with her elbow.


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"What?" She tilted her head slightly and smiled at him. "Where are all these manners coming from all of a sudden." Her hand slid around his neck and pulled him closer so she could kiss his lips lightly. "Not that you don’t normally have manners… Is this because people might see you?" She asked. "You’re not going to have Asgardian photographers jumping out of the bushes next are you?"

"Ha ha very funny," he rolled his eyes before tilting his head to kiss her back,
"Doubt we need to worry about photographers here, but public affection is a bit different here. When you are young it’s expected that you’ll heed such things less, but as a future King they expect manners. Boring huh?" he chuckled. 
"Kisses are fine," he assured, giving her another kiss. 

"Well… There goes all my hopes of you ripping off this dress and taking me right here in the garden." She turned to look around and sighed softly, feigning disappointment. "The grass looks so good as well, the gardeners must be very skilled, I imagine it would feel great against my bare skin." She whispered, looking back to him and smiling innocently.


A Queen and her Huntsman

troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"No, you take her out. I doubt you know how to fold our things properly." She smiled at him and held his forearms before going back to packing up the rest of the clothes, she left the smaller coat for Elizabeth on the bed and looked at Eric. "I will be out soon enough, you can carry our things outside if you want." She looked back to the small chest that had been doubling as a table for the time spent there.

"Unless we leave it all up to you?" She smiled when Elizabeth came back over to her and pulled at the front of Anne’s gown. "A little girl strong enough to take over the world." The child giggled and looked up to Eric, patting his leg and putting up her arms to be lifted. "Please, go eat. I won’t be long."

"Hey I am not completely useless just because I got like two set of clothes," he smiled, but nodded in agreement,
"Call me overprotective. You are pregnant. You should not overwork yourself."

He leaned down and picket Elizabeth up, still amazed that the little girl even wanted to be near him. He was approachable… Who knew?
"How about we see to the horses and then we eat once Mother is ready too?" he suggested and the child nodded. Picking up the small chest with his free hand before making his way outside.

The wagon stood ready where he had left it so he walked past it and into the stables where his horse was waiting. Letting Elizabeth carefully stroke it’s muzzle before taking it out to the wagon.

Anne was talking to the people who owned the house and thanking them again for being so kind to let them stay, she helped them prepare some breakfast and packed away some of the food they had offered for the journey before going out to find the two. “Breakfast is ready, and we have already been given food for the journey, so hopefully we will be able to last until we get there.”

She went to take back Elizabeth and kissed her forehead, smelling her hair and smiling. “Come along, there are enough mouths to feed here and I cannot risk you going without.” She smiled at Eric and held out her free hand to him.


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troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

She laughed and rubbed his shoulder, more just of a sign of affection since it wasn’t like he could feel it with the armour. “I’m sure you did great anyway, in battle you’ve just got to keep surviving.” She smiled at him and stroked his cheek gently. “But I never actually throw up, I get the sick feeling sometimes but I haven’t thrown up in god knows how long. Cute story though, just what you want to hear before eating.”

"You are very welcome. This is a harmless topic compared to what you will hear at the table with Fandral and Volstagg at. Not to mention Sif. She is the worst of them all," he laughed, leaning slightly against her hand on his cheek,
"May I kiss you?" he asked, his smile just a little cheeky. It wasn’t that he ever asked, but he didn’t know if she felt comfortable yet to do it in public here yet. Not that it actually did any harm. A kiss was harmless. It was beyond kisses that was frowned upon when in public.

"What?" She tilted her head slightly and smiled at him. "Where are all these manners coming from all of a sudden." Her hand slid around his neck and pulled him closer so she could kiss his lips lightly. "Not that you don’t normally have manners… Is this because people might see you?" She asked. "You’re not going to have Asgardian photographers jumping out of the bushes next are you?"


troubledthunderer:

annaleyson:

"Normally I would have taken that for a challenge." She said quietly, nudging his arm a little, but letting her eyes drift again. When they were outside she was glad for somewhere to sit at least, and the air was so fresh she could smell the flowers without even being near them. "Ok, I’m past the nerves now and just at the very impressed end of the scale now."

He sat down with her on a bench, making her sit close enough for them to touch from shouder to knees, resting his arm across her lap,
"Did you ever feel the need to throw up? Believe it or not, the first time I was going into battle I threw up," he chuckled,
"I was so nervous I thought I would forget everything I had been taught. I suppose it is not the same thing, but… I know nerves can get so bad you feel sick."

She laughed and rubbed his shoulder, more just of a sign of affection since it wasn’t like he could feel it with the armour. “I’m sure you did great anyway, in battle you’ve just got to keep surviving.” She smiled at him and stroked his cheek gently. “But I never actually throw up, I get the sick feeling sometimes but I haven’t thrown up in god knows how long. Cute story though, just what you want to hear before eating.”


To Remember and to Let Go || Lost AU

iam-castieltheangel:

annaleyson:

She waited until he had emptied the bottle on the wound, taking one of the bandages she had to clear off some of the blood. She wanted to make it as quick and painless for him as possible, but you didn’t always get what you wanted. When he leaned forward she moved closer, listening to him talk as she done her best to get the skin clean. “I’m sure someone will come soon, a few days at most.” She smiled, hoping it would give him some comfort, but knowing it was more or less useless.

She took a breath, and the needle, and started. It was something she would normally look away from, but it had to be done. “I didn’t even curl forward.” She didn’t take her eyes off of what she was doing, but hoped that talking would be at least some form of distraction. “When the masks came down I just managed to get mine on, but curling up wasn’t a thought… It was like I was glued to my seat.” She grimaced a little as she looked at the needle, skin was tougher than she thought.

"I saw the back of the plane go, and then I was on the sand." Anna stopped for a moment and looked up to the girl who was fortunately still sleeping, and the man passed out, his chest was moving, even if just a little, it was still a good sign. "But all these flights are tracked, when ours doesn’t land at the airport they’ll know to come looking, following the flight path. If they don’t know already of course."

Cas tried not to move while she stitched his side up, putting his arm back over his mouth and breathing out against it listening to her talk about her own plane experience. 

He kept his eyes shut for a few seconds, feeling the needle and thread push through his skin, he wanted her to be finished- it was worse than the alcohol and he could feel himself becoming more on edge than before. 

"… I don’t think they’re gonna find us." he finally admitted. It had only been hours, but something just felt wrong inside. Like a deep rooted uneasiness. "Not for a long time…" he couldn’t help it, pushing her hand away slightly at one point- it wasn’t on purpose, it was just a reaction to the constant stick of the needle. "Sorry… I didn’t mean to do that."he set his hands in the sand before moving his knees over them slightly so he wouldn’t do it again.

She was nearly finished and accidentally left the needle halfway in and out of his skin when he pushed her hand away. “It’s fine, only to be expected I imagine.” She continued once he was leaning forward and finished up, then she took one of the bandages and covered the wound, sewing it up seemed to do an impressive enough job of stopping the blood, but the bandage was just to make sure.

Anna sat back on her heels and thought about what he had said while packing away the things that she hadn’t used back into the box. There was a part of her mind that completely agreed with that though, even she herself had landed on the sand unharmed with the exception of a few cuts. Something about it didn’t add up, but these flights were all watched, they would know soon.

"Maybe just a few days… But we’ll be fine." She smiled, at this point trying to convince herself too. "Planes crash, it just happens sometimes. But that’s why they’re prepared for this kind of this. There’s enough stuff on the-" She looked back to the pieces of the airplane scattered as far as she could see on the beach. "In the wreckage, we’ll be able to get by until they come, which they will.