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telvess · 1 year ago

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Record of Ragnarok: What kind of pet do they have?

I'm like Tesla 🤣

Jack

I once read that people who are broken or haven’t experienced much love as children tent to choose animals that are less popular and sometimes seen as bad omens, such as black cats or ravens. So I see that Jack has a rat as a pet. They are intelligent and very clean animals, with an unfairly given bad reputation, and I think that suits Jack very well.

Nicola Tesla

Hear me out, Tesla is the proud owner of a turtle. There's a joke going around turtle owners that every time the turtle does something - such as yawns or falls asleep - you take a photo or video of it and happily show it to everyone. This is Tesla. The entire science crew has a mailbox full of this kind of spam, and their all sigh whenever Tesla sends them a new video of his pet doing absolutely nothing.

Poseidon

I think he likes animals in general. He despises humans and most gods for not behaving as they should, but animals are themselves. They do what is expected of them, they are excellent at being themselves, if that makes sense. So Poseidon probably has a dog that he has trained very well. The dog listens to all commends and generally behaves very well.

Hades

It’s canon that Hades has a pet - cockatoo. These animals require a lot of attention from their owner, which makes sense because we all know how lonely Hades is. He is literally playing chess with it! The parrot probably knows some fancy words like „magnificent” or „mellifluous”, and a whole bunch of wine names that it randomly says. Adamas, by the way, puts some effort into educating the bird too and incidently teaches it how to swear.

Beelzebub

Given how little he cares and how little he CAN care, the only option he has is fish. He gives it a good tank, he remembers to feed it and that’s it. They just exist. Damn… how depressing…

Loki

Two options. First: SAND ANT FARM. He watches it from time to time, mocking the ants for poor direction choices or just messing up with them for funnies. Second option is ferret. Loki finds them both annoying and interesting. There’s no boredom with them.

Ares

Ares thinks highly about himself, after all he is a part of the most powerful pantheon and the son of Zeus. He believes that he deserves only the best, which mean that whatever animal he gets, it will be a pure breed. If he chooses a cat or dog, it will receives a golden pillow to sleep on, a silver food bowl, the fanciest toys, the best caretakers, and… „the best owner”.

Thor

Thor has a cat. Most of the time they simply exist in their spaces and don’t interact. But every now and then a cat comes to Thor and demands a scratch, which Thor gives without hesitation. Loki once overheard Thor talking to his pet in those rare moments. Surprisingly, he speaks in a very gentle and caring tone, almost like mother to her child.

Hajun

He probably has a tank full of dead fish. Never cleaned, never fed, never bothered.

Lu Bu

Lu Bu has a pussy. He had no intention of having a pet, so the cat had to choose him, and Lu Bu obligated. He gives it lots of scratches and plays with it. Lu Bu is unfazed by the claws. Hearing her meow when he isn’t close puts him in a fighting stance. Nobody hurts his cat girl.

Hermes

Budgies! The guy has a lot of responsibilities, he's probably the last to fall asleep and the first to wake up, but he still finds time for his melodious pets. They always get the best snacks and for some unknown reason they become very excited when Zeus is around.

Göll

She has hamster, as small and cute as she is. Göll tries very hard to provide it a happy life, which probably means she’s trying too hard. She asks all his sisters for advice, and knowing how many siblings she has, she probably ends up with very conflicting opinions.

Zerofuku

Definitely rabbit. They are both full of energy, do not pose a threat and just enjoy themselves on a clearing somewhere.

Buddha

He doesn't have a pet, but he occasionally looks after Zerofuku’s and Göll's pets. He complains that he doesn't have time and that he doesn't care, but in the end he has a great time with the rabbit and hamster.

Noah

I think he ends up with a pigeon. He just feeds it from time to time in the same place and slowly tames it. Before he knows it, the bird becomes a new part of his life. He tells it about his problems, about Luna, Jack, Mother Goose and Shakespeare. This pigeon has therapeutic properties.

Qin

Definitely a husky. I see just two idiots keep talking to each other and arguing over nothing. The more the emperor demands something, the louder the husky's tantrum will be.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 1 year ago

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Hi there please could i get some relationship headcanons for Thor! Thanks you so much!!

Let's see what we can do~

⚡Thor is generally a quiet and apathetic person, caring mostly about fighting only and putting everything else on a second place.

⚡Still, he's not ignorant to the happiness that you bring him simply by being in his presence.

⚡Only around you, can he feel fully at ease and calm.

⚡Keeping his head on your lap, playing with his hair while you hum a lullaby or read him a book is one of the few things that can offer him bliss.

⚡He loves holding you in his arms - You're so small compared to him, he can't help but feel the burning need to protect you from any kind of harm.

⚡Though, realistically speaking, there is little harm that could reach you, considering nobody would be dumb enough to even think about attacking you, let alone do such a thing.

⚡He doesn't care much about Odin's opinion, but he's rather pleased when he mentions approving of you - Not that he'd change him opinion if he disapproved, but he might have started a war with his own father.

⚡Since he's so tall, he ends up putting you on his shoulders often, so you can see things from above - The horizon during twilight especially is a most beautiful sight to witness.

⚡He appreciates the sky during all phases of the day, and would like to lay on the grass next to you and just relax, watching the clouds pass by, or pointing out constellations at night.

⚡You're the only person he allows to touch his hair, and even braid and put flowers in it - He'd rather not have other people see him, but if they do and comment something that might upset you, well... They're dead. He'd prefer to avoid the erasure of a whole pantheon though. He doesn't much like to subject you to too much bloodshed.

⚡He wants to make sure you live a happy, fulfilling and peaceful life.

⚡That's also why he hardly ever argues with you - He'd rather remain silent or agree with you, rather than confront you about something. Usually, there's barely anything worthy of fighting over, so he diverts the subject or just does whatever he wants regardless.

⚡But when he votes against mankind, and he sees you bursting into sobs, getting out of the council, he feels upset that he spurred such emotions in you, when he only ever wants to make you smile.

⚡He explains that he holds nothing against humans and just wants to see if humanity has any warrior worth fighting, but it doesn't console you at all - His whims might destroy billions of innocent lives.

⚡He just sighs, not sure how to deal with this situation, and leaves, hoping you would calm down on your own.

⚡Thor never expected to be challenged so such a degree, let alone injured, by a mere human - No, a friend, Lu Bu, the most powerful warrior that China ever had. After their fight, Thor had such respect for him and his allies, that he decided that, whichever side wins, he would impose the safety of humanity, in his honour.

⚡As he exited the arena, he feels two tiny arms holding him in a weak embrace, and you crying in his chest, telling him how worried you were about him and what not.

⚡He was moved that you still loved him so much, even despite his contrary decision during the voting, and he knelt to your level, pulling you in a strong hug and kissing your forehead, reassuring you that he'd fight all the Gods to honour the man he just fought.

⚡He wasn't one of the Norse protectors of Mankind for nothing.

⚡Though seeing you cry, especially because of him, only reinforced the idea that he never wants to see you upset or in distress ever again. You are far too precious for him.

⚡Kisses with Thor are mostly gentle, because he's so strong that he fears hurting you, even though you're a Goddess like him. He's so used to destroying everything in a single touch, that being tender is a bit odd for him.

⚡He gets used to it quickly though, and he likes it.

⚡But more than that, he loves your soft hands caressing his face so lovingly, and how you managed to steal quick pecks from him. It was adorable.

⚡You're probably the only person to whom he would engage in small talk, or would tell random stories about his past, his fights and whatever other things he finds worth sharing.

⚡And though speaking of his feelings is not a subject he cares about, you may be able to occasionally hear him say a whispery confession, when he's sure you're asleep in his arms.

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local-redhead-bookworm · 1 year ago

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I can’t bring myself to like the Loki series. I want to like it, and there are aspects of it that I think are really good. But overall it just doesn’t feel like the show runners understand Loki as a character.

Loki in Thor, Avengers, and The Dark World feels like a completely different character than show Loki. I feel like we as the audience are meant to laugh when Loki is captured by the TVA, rather than view that whole process as incredibly invasive and dehumanizing. And his dynamic with Mobius does get better throughout the series, but Mobius had every intent of breaking Loki down mentally so he could use him. Forgive me for not thinking that “I’m going to show you a reel of how you ruined your entire family’s lives then when you resist me I’m going to trap you in one of your worst memories, where you are repeatedly kicked in the genitals and made to feel worthless until I decide you’ve suffered enough” is a good redemption arc.

Also the handling of Sylvie as a whole is just so bad. I want to like her, I do. But the writing did her a major disservice by just telling us her trauma and expecting us to take her side. Also confirming that Loki is bi then immediately putting him with a female love interest? Oh Marvel, did Loki step a little too far outside the bounds of conventional heterosexuality for one of your heroes? Also she went on to immediately backstab him.

This is to say nothing of the fact that Loki is canonically gender-fluid in the comics and would take whatever form they wanted in the myths, yet the other Lokis outright state that they can’t imagine a female version of themself.

And the idea that Loki is so arrogant that he could only fall in love with himself is so absurd. This is the Loki of Thor and Avengers. The Loki who just found out that his entire life is a lie, that he’s part of a race of monsters, then attempted to take his own life and was instead captured by Thanos, tortured for the better part of a year, then used as a puppet to steal the Tesseract. Loki at this point has no clue who he is and hates himself for his heritage. You expect me to believe that he’s that self-absorbed? No.

For a show about Loki, he had surprisingly little character development or connection with other characters. There are a few very strong elements to the series, but I can’t convince myself that show Loki and movie Loki are the same person.

#loki #loki series #loki series criticism

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nerdby · 1 year ago

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It was never about a throne.

Like I completely reject the notion that Loki took over Asgard at the end of The Dark World because he "wanted a throne."

Because he said in the very first movie that he never wanted a throne. All he ever wanted was to be seen as Thor's equal. He wanted to stop living in Thor's shadow. Why would that have changed?

It didn't. Loki took over Asgard at the end of TDW as his own of getting revenge on his family for taking him for granted.

Like what is the first thing that happens when Thor brings Loki back to Asgard?

What is the very first thing Odin says to Loki?

"Why did you do that?"

"Are you okay?"

Nope, none of that. Let's review--

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So the conversation between Loki and Frigga establishes a few things--

Loki has given up hope. He's assumed that Odin is going to have him killed. That's why he says, "Define worse."

He knows that he can never live up to his parents' expectations of him, so why would they believe anything he has to say about the situation regarding Thanos? Why would they believe that Loki never actually planned on ruling Midgard but was sent there because he was being manipulated and blackmailed?

They wouldn't. That's what he's thinking anyway, so he decides to play along cause they've already assumed the worst of him.

Loki wants to hear what Odin really thinks of him -- his precious baby boy that he rescued from Jotunheim.

And one of the first things Odin says to him is,

"All this because Loki desires a throne?"

You can tell from the opening scene that Loki is dreading his conversation with his father. He just wants to get it over with as soon as possible. And the entire conversation is him basically saying,

But it was okay when you did it?

Except he knows it wasn't. He's just throwing Odin's hypocrisy in his own face because now the truth is out there, and everything Loki learned in the first Thor movie has been reconfirmed: Odin does not care about Loki, and deep down he knows he should have just left Loki on Jotunheim to die. Because regardless of whatever plans he had for Loki -- to use him as a pawn in some political scheme:

"By the way, Laufey, you remember that son of yours that went missing eons ago when I was here slaughtering your people--?"

Regardless of those meticulously thought out, painstakingly laid plans Loki is a bad egg. Irredeemable. Undeserving of any sort of sympathy or second chance.

Loki just wanted to hear him say it because he was expecting to die. He wanted to die. He doesn't want to live knowing that he's ruined his mother's life, disappointed her, and completely destroyed whatever chance he had at repairing his relationship with Thor. He doesn't want to live with the memories of Thanos's torture in his head or knowing that the only father he'd ever had only ever saw him as a gambling chip. That's why he spent the entire scene snarking off and calling his dad out on his shit.

So, yes, by the end of the movie he's furious and resentful.

Because his family is still unwilling to say, "We're sorry we fucked up. We're sorry we hurt you."

Throughout the entire film Thor never comes to see Loki or ask if he's okay. The only time Thor goes to Loki throughout the entire movie is when he needs his help to save Jane. He doesn't care about the pain Loki feels -- no, he's just worried about some mortal that threw herself at him during the seventy-two hours he spent banished on Midgard.

Odin and Thor just assume the worst of Loki without even bothering to ask if he's okay. They completely disregard all of the abuse, the favoritism, and the fact that he said flat out that he never wanted a throne. But, yeah, at the end of the day that must be what its really about cause Loki is nothing more than a spoiled brat of a prince, nothing more or less, right?

And that is why Loki took over Asgard and sent his father to a nursing home on Midgard. He is a child, lashing out and furious at the fact that he is being held responsible for his parents' and brother's sins. Now, what was it that Rocket said in the first GtoG movie?

"I didn't ask to get made."

Well, Loki never asked for Odin to rescue him from Jotunheim.

And since the Loki fandom has so far portrayed the emotional depth of a teaspoon, let's just throw this is here to see if we can make the parallels a bit less subtle--

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So all of the healing and growth that Loki accomplished in the TV series is not because he's suddenly focused on something other than a throne. Because it was never about that. Ever.

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themculibrary · 5 months ago

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Amnesia/Memory Loss Masterlist 2

part one

at last, my love has come along (ao3) - parkrstark steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: He wakes up only knowing three things: he was familiar with hospitals, his mother was an angel, and he might not know his own name, but he knows that man is Tony. Tony is good, and warm, and nice.

Tony is also apparently his husband. And they have a son. Together, they spend the next few weeks trying to piece his memories together, wondering if they'll ever find them all, and if they don't will they be able to love like they once did?

birth (ao3) - daisy_mooon T, 2k

Summary: Her name is Carol, and she is dying. Her name is Vers, and she has just been born.

Blank Slate (ao3) - sariane steve/bucky G, 4k

Summary: When Steve looks up at him, his eyes are slow to focus on Bucky. Steve sends him a blank look.

“Who’s Steve?” he asks.

Bucky’s heart sinks.

déjà vu (ao3) - lokitty11 steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: "I'm sorry, soldier, but you've got the wrong man," Steve says.

Forget me (not) (ao3) - Myrsky bucky/tony G, 1k

Summary: Every inch of his body hurts. Waking up not-on-his-bed hurts more.

Has he been kidnapped again? Why is he at hospital? Who is that man (not that he isn't gorgeous, but why does he want to hold his hand?) Where are his friends?

[hospital setting, brief mention of a car accident]

I Guess Being Lonely Fits Me (ao3) - ErrorInLoading T, 3k

Summary: "Who...who are you?" He finally spoke. The man immediately froze.

He may not know who he is, or where he is, or what happened, but he did know that the expression on the strange man's face was panic.

Keystone (ao3) - KiaraSayre N/R, 6k

Summary: "Do you remember anything?" the man says. "Do you know who you are?"

He stares, trying to connect himself as he is now to something that existed before. There is nothing, and the concept fits strangely in his head, unsettled and instinctive and repulsive at the same time.

"No," he says finally.

lacuna (ao3) - alcibiades steve/bucky E, 62k

Summary: The Winter Soldier doesn't remember Steve Rogers, but he needs Rogers' help.

OR: The one where Bucky doesn't remember Steve, but falls in love with him anyway.

Memento (ao3) - elle1991 steve/bucky E, 31k

Summary: A deadly virus has decimated the world's population. The lucky ones die quickly. The unlucky ones die slowly - becoming increasingly zombie-like and aggressive.

This is the post-apocalyptic world that Steve Rogers wakes up to, after a 4-month medically-induced coma at a military base - his memory gone.

As food supplies run low, he and a handful of other survivors - fellow amnesiacs Bucky and Natasha, along with the mysterious Dr. Banner - are forced to leave the relative safety of the base.

With their memories gone, they have only their instincts, one another, and mysterious mementos they left for themselves prior to their amnesia - objects that they hoped might one day manage to make them remember who they really are...

Memory (Is a Vital Process) (ao3) - Rowantreeisme T, 3k

Summary: Death: The permanent ending of one or more vital processes.

AKA the angsty as all hell amnesia fic that absolutely no one asked for. Enjoy.

Missing Memories (ao3) - Sillysbarka16 G, 3k

Summary: Peter lost his memories in a battle and wakes to think Tony is his dad.

Tony doesn't correct him.

New Memories (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 10k

Summary: Loki enjoys exploring the other villain lairs as it can provide all manner of information and items to steal. He does not expect to find Anthony Stark as a prisoner. Nor does he expect the man to act so... strangely.

(Now You're Just) Somebody That I Used To Know (ao3) - AverageMarvelBitch steve/tony, mentioned bucky/natasha, mentioned thor/bruce G, 8k

Summary: Thanks to Loki, Steve remembers everything and everyone, except for Tony.

Tony tries to deal with it until Strange comes back and fixes his partner so they can be together again. And he has to believe that whatever happened with Steve can be fixed, because he doesn't know what he'd do if he lost the man he loves forever.

Reflex Memories (ao3) - sariane steve/bucky M, 34k

Summary: Bucky Barnes never remembers who he is.

That doesn’t stop him from falling in love with Steve Rogers.

Remember (ao3) - thenigotthisfamily (guitarplayer3) T, 6k

Summary: Yelena is injured and can’t remember who Natasha is. The Black Widow finds herself unraveling for the first time ever because of it.

Something (ao3) - wylanvanecks steve/bucky G, 1k

Summary: Living with Bucky is some odd form of torture for Steve. Seeing the man you love look at you and see nothing but another vaguely familiar face was nearly as heart-breaking as losing him had been the first time.

stardust (to remember you by) (ao3) - Tiny_Dragongirl T, 4k

Summary: The ballad of missing memories, fake identities, and driving lessons, told by Peter Parker, one hell of a masochist.

Still Fading Marks (ao3) - Diary clint/natasha T, 5k

Summary: AU. Loki takes all memory of Natasha from Clint. Natasha's POV. Complete.

Tabula Rasa (ao3) - PinkEasterEggs steve/tony G, 6k

Summary: “Tony,” the blonde sighed his name, as if it were a prayer. “Thank God you’re okay. We were worried for a second.”

Tony frowned, staring at the hand holding his own. What was going on?

“I’m sorry,” the teenage boy sniffed, eyes pooling with tears as he stared down at Tony with such a sorry expression that the genius wondered if he was meant to actually feel bad for this kid.

“Peter,” the blonde man gave the teenager a look. It was clear they’d had this conversation a million times. “What have i said? It wasn’t your fault; Dad doesn’t blame you— right Tony?”

Tony cleared his throat, both pairs of blue and brown eyes getting brought back to him. “Okay, this has been fun but who the hell are you?”

When a mission goes wrong, Tony gets hurt and loses his memory. The last 25 years is wiped from his mind and he wakes up in a 47 year old body with a 22 year old mind. Apparently he has a family now?

the gift of forgetting (ao3) - stars2dust G, 2k

Summary: It’s been a month since Strange’s spell. Since everyone in Peter’s universe forgot who he was in order to send the multiversal beings back. But something must have gone wrong, because Peter-Three is still here.

And he doesn’t know his own name.

Peter is struggling after the events of No Way Home and maybe an older brother is exactly what he needs right now.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #amnesia #memory loss #memory loss masterlist

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wearelondonhq · 11 months ago

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Time for a meme! If you want to take part all you have to do is reblog this post. Remember if you reblog to send them out to those who also do. Meme lasts from today (17/02) to the next Friday (22/02)! As always, please have fun and happy meme day!

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SENTENCE STARTERS: featuring quotes from deadpool, venom, ant-man & the wasp, thor: ragnarok, wandavision, doctor strange, ant-man & more. credit for some of these goes to @scotchymemes

Go back to whatever cave you ever crept out of!

What is grief, if not love persevering?

The world has taken too much from you for you to still be considered innocent.

I love you. I love you in every universe.

Where once you were nothing, now you are something.

Expect disappointment and you will never be disappointed.

We were good together, weren’t we? Maybe it’s time to reignite that flame...

I love you 3000.

You still owe me a dance.

Every good family film starts with a great murder.

Kiss me like you missed me.

You’re a lot smarter than I look. You can’t really live until you’ve died a little.

You are not judge, jury or executioner.

You’ve let me down for the last time. What did I do to piss off a grumpy old sucker with a Winter Soldier arm?

You shut your trashmouth!

Sorry, I tend to process traumatic events with dad jokes.

The only thing that does make sense is that nothing makes sense.

I make grave mistakes all the time. It all seems to work out.

You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly, you’re my love.

Good morning! Are you ready for your hot fresh cup of bodily harm?

You’re not seriously thinking of going back, are you?

Piss off, ghost! I have to get off this planet.

It’s an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.

We never lose our demons. We only learn to live above them.

I’m expendable. That’s why I’m here.

Some of the best love stories begin with a murder.

You ever feel lost? Just look into the eyes of the people you love.

Do I have to figure out my whole future before lunch, or is there, like…?”

He’d rather lose this fight than lose you.

I’m gonna have to rain check that dance.

Don’t do anything I would do, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little gray area in there. That’s where you operate.”

Love is a dagger. It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed.

Someday I’m gonna make great machines that fly. And me and my friends are gonna go flying together, into the forever and beautiful sky.

There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret having said yes.

I just want a chance to prove myself. Because that’s what heroes do!

You know what I like about being upset? The blame.

You’re just using me to get to (...). That’s so gross, you’re not even my friend.

You don’t have to fight anyone, but we’re in danger so we have to move.

Your hair looks nice. What did you do to it? Did you change it, maybe wash it?

He is as dishonourable as he is attractive.

Where do you store all this useless information?

Good is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.

You know you didn’t have to humiliate him in front of everyone.

House blowing up builds character.

I’m just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck up even worse guys.

Motherfucker, you’re the world’s worst friend.

Less talking, more kissing.

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

I know what you’re going to say, but this guy/girl/person is all the way bad.

You are so pathologically self-observed

Love the optimism, but in my experience, when it looks bad, it’s usually worse.

I do not understand the intricacies of social interaction.

What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say, Jesus?

I told you that when I was drunk, why are you bringing this up?

Please tell me nobody just kissed me.

There’s a shawarma place two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it.

If he ends up being evil, we’ll just kill him.

Trying to get you to stop has been one of the few failures of my entire life.

! Do you ever feel like your life is one monumental screw-up?

You people have no shame! What does the FBI even stand for? Forever Bothering Individuals?

Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me.

I get emails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy.

I just keep imagining you waking up in the morning, sir, looking in the mirror and then in all seriousness saying to yourself, ‘You know what would be a really kickass name? ______!’

I told you, I don’t want to join your super-secret boy band.

Look, I’m going to be totally honest with you:

I forgot you’re here. Well, I was in the neighborhood so I thought I’d save you the hassle.

So are you two…do you…fondue?

You call me _______ again, I’ll shove my foot up somewhere it’s not supposed to be.

Don’t drink fountain water, you idiot.

That’s disgusting.

We'll be okay. You can rest now.

I do some dumb things and it ends up hurting the people I love the most.

Maybe you need a partner, someone to watch your back.

You can do it. You can do anything.

Together, we’ll figure something out.

Missed me, missed me, now you gotta- You know what, forget I said anything.

I’m not one to be judgemental, but you, sir, are an extremely disturbed man.

Lie is such an ugly word. I prefer misdirection

I just conned the hell out of you and here you are trying to save me. How can you be so damn nice all the time?

#wal: meme day

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and-then-there-were-n0ne · 4 months ago

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Even as adherence to orthodox Christian belief waned and a secular liberal culture became the default mode of life in the West, religious moral assumptions long continued to be considered axiomatic. Some even regarded them as universally inherent to humanity, a framework on which a progressively more atheistic culture would construct an ever more peaceful, just, and enlightened society. But this is not what happened. Instead, like Wile E. Coyote, we made it past the edge of the cliff only to witness the return of moral gravity. Instead of a humanistic atheism, Davidson argues, something different—something ancient—filled the void left by Christianity. Paganism has made a comeback.

This doesn’t mean that kids have started making sacrifices to Zeus and Thor (though interest in Wicca and other modern forms of playacting at witchcraft has surged, especially among young women). Rather, as Louise Perry has explained in these pages (“We Are Repaganizing,” October 2023), paganism is better thought of as mankind’s default outlook on the world. The pagan worships the immanent, including worldly gods and worldly things, and so what he ultimately comes to worship above all else is power: power in the world and over it. In Perry’s words: “To put it crudely, most cultures look at the powerful and the wealthy and assume that they must be doing something right to have attained such might. The poor are poor because of some failing of their own, whether in this life or the last.” It was Christianity’s “topsy-turvy attitude toward weakness and strength” that made it so revolutionary—and so anthropologically odd. So now, as societies revert to the pagan mean, moral beliefs we mistakenly thought were unshakably foundational, such as that every person possesses inherent human dignity, or that unwanted babies shouldn’t be abandoned to die, are being upended in favor of the old ways. Thus we end up with growing public support in the West for policies such as state-facilitated euthanasia.

Davidson’s most important contribution in Pagan America is to explain how repaganization can be expected to change the character of the American state, alongside society more broadly. Until now, America has been governed largely by the tenets of political liberalism. But as Davidson points out, liberalism always relied on “a source of vitality that does not originate from it and that it cannot replenish”: the Christian faith. And as the nation repaganizes, “we will revert to an older form of civilization, one in which power alone matters and the weak and the vulnerable count for nothing”—neither in spirit nor in law. “As Christianity fades in America,” Davidson warns, “so too will our system of government, our civil society, and all our rights and freedoms.” The state will no longer allow the principle of individual rights or conscience to override its desires, and it will not hesitate to use force to get its way, even if that means violating previously sacred norms by, say, threatening to break up the families of those who refuse to submit.

The pagan state, on this view, will not pretend to maintain any sort of liberal neutrality. Instead, Davidson argues, “We will have a public or state morality, just as Rome had, which will be quite separate from whatever religion one happens to profess.” What will this state morality consist of? Davidson believes we can already see it being instantiated everywhere: a solipsistic focus on self-expression, self-empowerment, and pride; a radical emphasis of unabridged individual autonomy and liberation from all customs, taboos, and constraints, including all duties and relational ties; an extreme aversion to boundaries and limits on desire, and the self-creation not only of all aspects of personal identity, but of the body, nature, and reality itself; and ultimately an undiluted worship of the self and the will to power, hidden behind a mask of empathy, tolerance, and the language of the therapeutic. Under this regime the strictest of commandments will be that it is forbidden to forbid anything. [...]

Davidson predicts that life under this regime will be characterized by oppression and coercive violence, and that this “violence will be official—carried out by government bureaucrats, police, health care workers, NGOs, public schools, and Big Tech.” Those who refuse to render the expected moral sacrifices to Caesar are likely to come under intense pressure to conform, hounded not only by the state but by all the aligned institutions of American society. They can expect life to become very difficult: their bank accounts closed, their ability to travel restricted, their access to education and employment limited. The threat of arrest and prosecution for “extremism” and other vague crimes will loom constantly. Such an environment of totalitarian coercion should be expected because, in addition to delineating loyalty, the doctrines of official ideologies always serve as a means of coordination and mobilization across the disparate elements of a regime. By permeating every level of the many institutions of the American managerial apparatus and determining the thoughts and behavior of their members, from journalists to judges, the new pagan public morality will become integral to the function of the system as a whole. In other words, we will live under a pagan integralist state.

Davidson, for his part, does not shy away from accepting the inevitability of this future. “America as we know it will come to an end,” he writes. “Instead of free citizens in a republic, we will be slaves in a pagan empire.” Only the wealthy and powerful will do what they will, while the rest suffer what they must. “What awaits us on the other side of Christendom,” he declares, “is a pagan dark age.” And “in the second decade of the twenty-first century,” he writes, “we can say with some confidence that this dark age has begun.”

It is for me always a bit of an odd experience to read someone who is even more pessimistic than I am. I get an eerie tingling sensation, an unwelcome and unsettling suspicion that things aren’t as bad as all that. In this case something nagged at me as I reread Davidson’s thesis. Something seemed not quite right . . . Ah, there it was: “Nothing is true, everything is permitted.” This is the slogan he repeats many times throughout the book to encapsulate the core proposition of paganism, ancient and modern.

This, it strikes me, is wrong. The pagan of the ancient world may have held a moral worldview alien to ours, but he was no nihilist. Quite the opposite. For the pagan, immanence was indeed his lived reality. And that meant that everything around him—every tree, every blade of grass, every gust of wind—was suffused with spirit and enchanted with meaning and symbol. Everything had soul. The divine was alive and present all around him, for good or ill. Every swooping hawk and every moving star could be an omen of fear or favor, a story revealing a glimpse into the workings of fate and the drama of the gods. Everything might be true, anything was possible.

But not everything was permitted. The world for the pagan—as it remains for many tribal peoples today—was rife with taboos and solemn duties. Guests must be protected and treated with complete sanctity under a strict code of propriety, lest one attract the wrath of the gods. Sacred ground must be maintained in absolute purity. The best sacrifices must be offered to honor and placate the ancestral dead, or to ensure the continued right working of the universe. The flame of the sacred hearth must be tended at all times, the proper rites continuously performed. A Roman wife must be carried across the threshold of her new household with great care that she never touch the boundary, for her transit was not only between families but across divine realms.

Our dim and pallid modernist world could not be more different from the pagan’s. Here all has been reduced to mere matter, moved about by the collision of atoms. There is no meaning in the wind. There are no spirits in the trees nor stories in the stars. We can no longer see them. Nor for most of us does God seem, as the early Christians felt deeply, to permeate each breath and every stone of creation with his energy, present at once in all things and beyond all things. Ours is a profane, mechanistic world—a dead world, in which the vast majority of us have, perhaps literally, lost the ability to perceive that it is still alive. Instead, in our drab materialism, most of us live in a kind of self-imposed virtual reality, obsessed with predictability and technocratic control.

Only in such a meaningless world can the proposition “nothing is true, everything is permitted” make any sense to its inhabitants. It is not, then, the slogan of paganism, but something else entirely: the worldview of materialist modernity, produced by the centuries of metaphysical drift that first pushed God out of the world and then pushed the Western mind deeper and deeper into cold rationalism—and from thence into the great disenchantment of the Enlightenment, then on to the unprecedented murderousness of the twentieth century’s utopian revolutionary theories, then the bleak relativistic nihilism of the present. Though Davidson does include a chapter on the rise of materialism, overall his book glosses over this nearly thousand-year devolution. Instead the narrative largely reverts to a simple binary: There was a pagan world; Christianity triumphed over it but never dealt it a mortal blow; now we are sliding from Christendom back into paganism.

Is this really what is happening? C. S. Lewis, for one, was always skeptical of such claims. He wrote that he found it “hard to have patience with those . . . who warn us that we are ‘relapsing into Paganism.’” The whole notion relied, he said, on the “false idea” that secularized former Christians could return “by the same door” through which they’d entered the present. In reality, this is impossible because to a post-Christian materialist the pagan world of symbol and spirit remains wholly unintelligible. “A post-Christian man is not a Pagan; you might as well think that a married woman recovers her virginity by divorce. The post-Christian is cut off from the Christian past and therefore doubly from the Pagan past.” In fact, he pointed out, “Christians and Pagans had much more in common with each other than either has with a post-Christian. The gap between those who worship different gods is not so wide as that between those who worship and those who do not.”

So who is right? Are we repaganizing or not? Perhaps both are right, in a way. Lewis is probably correct that what we’ve seen so far can’t quite be described as a straightforward return to paganism. But something is now happening: Amid our broader civilizational turmoil, the zeitgeist does seem to be shifting dramatically, shaking off the remnants of tepid, Christian-influenced secular liberalism in favor of something new, inchoate, and potentially very dark. So far it is not Christian. But—and this is I believe by far the more important point—neither is it the soulless materialism that Lewis feared had already conquered the world, severing us from the past and from the divine.

What we seem to be seeing is a broad and accelerating reaction against and rejection of the materialist framework of Enlightenment modernity. It is now observable throughout Western culture and politics. The young would-be feminists flocking to “WitchTok” for advice on how to conjure love and manifest success are hardly atheists. Neither are the young men of the right who, if not crowding back into traditionalist churches, grope for a spirituality of strength, vitality, and meaning among the aesthetic ruins of ancient warrior cults. These are people searching for the sacred, even if they don’t know where to look. In fact, sometime during the last decade, the atheist movement seems to have quietly died off as a cultural force.

What is happening? Citing a recent wave of religious conversions by formerly atheistic public intellectuals, Jordan Peterson has argued that we are experiencing the beginning of a “Counter-Enlightenment.” The centuries-old Enlightenment consensus, including the idea that the materialist-rationalists’ “dead facts” could serve as a guide to existence, has, he believes, turned out to be badly wrong, and now an epochal reckoning is building. (As for his own contribution, Peterson said he’s now writing a book that aims—he remarks offhandedly—to “demolish the atheistic argument permanently.”) I think he is right: The whole edifice of modernity is in crisis. But this should be a cause for Christian hope, not panic. In fact, it seems possible that our time may witness a transition not into Davidson’s new “pagan dark age,” but out of what Lewis called the true dark age of modern materialism.

More than a hundred years before Peterson, the German historian Oswald Spengler predicted that, beginning sometime in the twenty-first century, “a last spiritual crisis” would shake a declining West and lead to a resurgence of religiosity, a long era of renewed piety that he dubbed a “Second Religiousness.” Spengler based this prediction on his reading of the life cycles of many major civilizations, all of which had, in his telling, been brought low by an “age of theory,” in which a hubris of materialist rationalism crystallized into self-induced mechanistic madness, decadence, and civilizational decay. In time, however, this epoch always came to an end, as “the possibilities of physics as a critical mode of world-understanding are exhausted, and the hunger for metaphysics presents itself afresh.”

“For us, too,” writes Spengler, “let there be no mistake about it—the age of theory is drawing to its end. . . . In its place is developing even now the seed of a new resigned piety, sprung from tortured conscience and spiritual hunger.” But first civilization would be swept, as in every historical case, by a temporary period of bizarre superstitions and syncretic cults:

Everywhere it is just a toying with myths that no one really believes, a tasting of cults that it is hoped might fill the inner void. The real belief is always the belief in atoms and numbers, but it requires this highbrow hocus-pocus to make it bearable in the long run. Materialism is shallow and honest, mock-religion shallow and dishonest. But the fact that the latter is possible at all foreshadows a new and genuine spirit of seeking that declares itself, first quietly, but soon emphatically and openly, in the civilized waking-consciousness.

In the end, what “starts with Rationalism’s fading out in helplessness” concludes “as if a mist cleared off the land and revealed the old forms” of that “first, genuine, young religiousness” that once drove the civilization to cultural greatness. Spengler was predicting a sweeping re-Christianization of the West.

Could this really happen? I do not know. What I am confident of is that, before Christianity could ever flourish again, the iron cage of materialism would indeed need to be broken and the world re-enchanted, filled again with an immanence of spirit. It is the materialist worldview—not pagan foes—that has for centuries smothered and subverted Christian faith and passion.

But with the veil of materialism lifted, could we expect that paganism, too, might have a chance to flourish again, as Davidson predicts? That the West might face a “dark enchantment” as much as a return to the light? Yes, I think so. The deadening effect of materialism has undermined paganism no less than Christianity. Freed from its grip, we may all be off to the races.

In that case I’d say: Do not be afraid. This situation would be familiar terrain for the Church. After all, it was precisely in the pagan world, amid its simultaneous suffering and enchantment, that the Christian faith spread like wildfire. There is no reason it should not do so again. Even in the worst case, if Christianity finds itself badly persecuted, as in Davidson’s pagan America, persecution may ultimately give it new strength—as it so often has.

So perhaps the rise of a little paganism is a necessary development for renewal—a cause for hope, not despair. It may end up merely preparing the way, as it did before. At least I find a wry poetry in the idea that, should we face a great relapse into paganism, the Enemy may have inadvertently planted the seeds of a greater Christian triumph. God does seem to have a strange habit of winning that way.

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Danny can’t say he had expected to hear an explosion on his way to work, but he does. He lets out a deep sigh, ducking into an alley before he lets the familiar jolt of his transformation rush through him. Then, he’s taking off into the air.

There! In the distance, the SHIELD helicarrier is … in the water?

Danny’s eyes widen as he quickly flies over to it. Sure, he may not be legally allowed to exist, but people need him. He’s not strong enough on his own to stop the helicarrier from sinking, but he can at the very least help with evacuation.

Quickly he phases into the helicarrier and begins to grab people. Most of the agents resist his help, but he ignores them and drops them off on lifeboats or at evacuation points.

“You’re welcome!” he shouts over his shoulder as they fire at him, letting the blasts go through him.

Before he can head back into the helicarrier, though, he sees a ship shoot up into the air with a (tunnel? Elevator? Whatever) attached to it.

“That can’t be good,” Danny mutters to himself as he flies over to investigate.

A man built similarly to his father is floating in the air, eyes glowing blue with a long beard and even longer hair. He’s holding a man (is that Director Fury?) in the air, spouting some nonsense Danny can’t quite hear. But Fury contorts in the air and Danny glares at the stranger, hands glowing.

That’s when a hammer hits the floating man in the head, and Fury drops.

Quickly, Danny changes directions and catches Fury.

“Phantom?” Fury asks, baffled.

Understandable, Danny’s been evading Fury for years. He doesn’t even know if the super spy knows what his identity is, he’s gone to great lengths to hide it. Besides, it’s not like Fury yet has the tech to be able to detect Danny.

“Threaten to kill me later, focus on the big dangerous guy now,” Danny retorts, flying Fury to shore quickly.

Danny spots Ant-Man on the shore, Wasp beside him. Danny smiles somewhat, Ant-Man has always been one of the good scientists.

“Please don’t piss him off any more, Fury. I know you’re good at it, but it’s not helping,” Danny says before he takes off into the air again, leaving the trio down on the shore.

He flies back to the guy just in time to hear part of his spiel.

“Fury called me Graviton because he knew. He knows I can control gravity! And when you control gravity, you control everything!” the dickwad exclaims.

“What about things that aren’t affected by gravity?” Danny snarks, shooting Graviton with a beam before becoming incorporeal.

Thor (the Asgardian, was it?) attempts to land his own blow and is blocked by the man.

“I may not be able to control the gravity around a ghost,” Graviton spits out, “but I can control the gravity of your friend!”

With that, Danny watches as Graviton increases the gravity on the other hero, sending him into the water.

Danny speeds off after Thor. He doesn’t know if Asgardians can drown, but he doesn’t want to find out.

He speeds passed who he’s 99% sure is Wasp as he dives into the water. Thor is sinking deeper and deeper, sand beginning to engulf him.

Floating towards Thor, he grabs the man’s hand and makes him incorporeal with him, causing him to be immune to Graviton’s powers. Thor nods at him in gratitude as Danny flies them out of the ocean.

“I don’t know if I can release you without causing you to go back down,” Danny admits.

“Do not worry about it, friend! I will attempt to call my hammer to my hand regardless,” Thor replies, oddly proper as he holds a hand out and focuses.

Nothing happens, and they both hear a loud boom! before watching Iron Man get flung into space.

Danny sighs deeply as he looks at Thor.

“Go after him! If I am once again submerged in the water, I shall be fine. Us Asgardians are not as susceptible to drowning at Mortals are,” Thor assures.

Danny doesn’t know whether or not to be offended by that as he releases Thor, taking off into space after Iron Man.

He does his best to focus on saving the man, he’s not sure if Iron Man’s suit has been adjusted for space travel, and not getting distracted by the fact that he’s in space.

Iron Man fires his repulsors multiple times, but keeps getting pushed further and further back. He doesn’t have enough power to resist Graviton’s own powers pushing him further and further back.

Harrumphing, Danny zips towards Iron Man. As soon as he touches the man’s suit, he goes incorporeal and his repulsors shoot him forward suddenly. Danny keeps a hold on the man as he gets a hold of himself, realizing what is happening.

Iron Man turns his head towards Danny, and he can practically feel the eyebrow raise behind the helmet.

“Phantom? Aren’t you a ghost?” Iron Man states dumbly.

“Obviously,” Danny replies monotonously.

“But aren’t ghosts … ya know,” Iron Man stumbles.

“Evil?” Danny offers, making a show of rolling his eyes. “Yeah that’s what the G.I.W. says anyway.”

“So why are you helping me?” Iron Man asks.

“Do you want me to not help you? I can let go and let you get pushed deeper and deeper into space if you want—”

“Nope, I’m okay, thank you,” Iron Man interrupts, giving Danny a thumbs up.

“Yeah that’s what I thought,” Danny mutters, flying them back down to the fight.

The sight that awaits them is a chunk of land beginning to fall back into the ground. Danny sees Thor begin to fly under the land mass, to slow its fall. He releases Iron Man and rushes to join Thor, hearing Iron Man follow behind him.

All three of them slow the descent of the land mass. When the ground is about to hit the bottom of the ocean, he waves Thor and Iron Man off.

“Go! I can phase through this, you two can’t.”

Surprisingly, they listen to him and leave him to handle it as they get out of there.

Only once the island is secure does Danny phase through the earth and pop up above ground.

He arrives topside just in time to see Iron Man charging a beam at Graviton, and quickly matches it with his own ecto blasts. Together, they push him into the ground causing a mini crater.

Danny winces at the damage they did, but he knows for a fact the area has been cleared. So at least there won’t be any civilian casualties from that attack.

“You need help, Franklin,” Ant-Man says, standing atop the crater they just formed.

Danny hovers over Graviton as he watches Wasp zip down toward him.

“Or perhaps some more zapping!” Wasp threatens.

“Enough!” Graviton yells, hands raising.

Danny goes incorporeal as he quickly zips down and grabs Ant-Man. They are able to stay steady as Graviton exerts his power, forcing everyone else to their knees.

“Even though you are incorporeal, ghost, I can still stop your attacks! You can’t touch me!” Graviton laughs.

Danny frowns, it dawning on him that he could try to overshadow Graviton. But, if he doesn’t completely overshadow the man, it could lead to more destruction if Graviton fights the shadowing.

“I can’t do anything to him,” Danny admits to Ant-Man, “except make sure that you or someone else isn’t affected.”

Ant-Man frowns but nods in understanding to Danny, and Danny can tell the man is thinking quietly next to him.

“I’m the strongest being in the universe!” Graviton raves, laughing as he holds debris up in the air.

“Are you sure about that?” a gruff and deep voice asks, before the Hulk jumps down on top of Graviton.

The Hulk smashes against Graviton’s gravity shield, pushing the other man further into the Earth.

Danny takes a deep breath and focuses, with Graviton’s focus on the Hulk maybe Danny can make this work.

He splits into two, then four, then enough for everyone. Danny’s sweating, weakened by the exertion of splitting himself up multiple times. It’s like playing multiplayer on one TV, his vision is split into numerous sections. Yet, he knows he can control himself and the duplicates have some section of his consciousness.

Each Danny goes to a hero, making the heroes incorporeal. The only exception is the Hulk’s Danny, as making the Hulk incorporeal would be more of a nuisance than anything else at the moment.

“Phantom, can’t ghosts overshadow people?” Iron Man asks his duplicate.

“If I overshadow him and he resists? His power would be going haywire, potentially causing more destruction than he currently is,” the duplicate answers, giving Iron Man a look. “Besides, I’d have to not be split up to attempt an overshadowing right now. Do you not want to be immune to the potential fallout that would happen?”

“Well we have to do something,” Wasp insists.

“Trust the Hulk,” her duplicate answers, all eyes on the fight. “And wait for the right moment to strike.”

All of them are tensed, ready to attack where they can. Hulk’s duplicate flies around, anxious to try and sneak a blast in.

“Stop it you blasted beast!” Graviton growls, hands extended and holding Hulk down. Danny and his duplicates release the incorporeal-ness and they all swoop down to attack him while his focus remains on the Hulk.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about all of you!” Graviton says, raising his other hand and pushing them all back.

Gravity forces all of them down, and forces all of Danny’s duplicates back to himself.

With a grunt, Danny goes incorporeal again, but doesn’t have the energy to bring his duplicates back.

“It’s draining me too much to stay duplicated,” Danny admits to them, flying above where most of them are being pushed against the ground.

“Just focus on hitting him! We’ll focus on getting up,” Iron Man grunts.

Danny nods as he flies close to Graviton, whose focus has returned mainly to the Hulk.

“Why won’t you stay down,” Graviton grunts, exerting more force on Hulk who gets shoved deeper and deeper into the Earth, yet keeps moving.

“Maybe you’re not as strong as you think!” Danny exclaims, forming an ecto blast in his hand.

As soon as he tries to shoot it, though, it blasts backwards and through Danny.

“Perhaps you’re not as smart as you think,” Graviton snaps back, a sneer on his face. “I may not be able to keep you down, but you can’t land a hit on me!”

Graviton seems to increase the gravity on the Hulk, and Danny watches as he strains against it. Graviton growls as Danny flies to the other side of Graviton and debates if he would get pushed back if he went corporeal enough to hit Graviton with his stinger.

Yet, he doesn’t get a chance to think about it before Graviton lifts dozens of shipping containers in the air, then throws them down on top of the Hulk to keep him down.

“Good luck powering through that!” Graviton laughs as Danny changes tactics and soars down towards where Hulk is buried.

He barely manages to begin to phase through the shipping container when Graviton suddenly lets out a yelp and smacks at the back of his neck. The shipping containers are thrown away as Hulk smashes out of them, Gravtion’s effect clearly gone again.

Danny pauses his flight as he watches Hulk jump up and smack Graviton down. As Hulk goes to continue his attack, Graviton sends Hulk high into the air, aiming shipping containers at him.

With a slight growl, Danny changes tactics and begins to fly up to Hulk. Danny sees the Wasp follow him in the air as the rest focus on attacking Graviton.

Hulk begins to fall, but Wasp and Danny are right there with him.

Wasp uses her blasts to split a shipping container in two, while Danny uses his powers to make Hulk incorporeal when a shipping container gets too close (if he makes him incorporeal the entire fall, his punch won’t have as much strength behind it without gravity’s help).

Hulk turns to both of them, a quizzical look on his face.

“You’re … helping me?” Hulk asks, confusion so painfully clear in his voice.

“That’s the question you want to be asking right now?” Wasp questions.

“What Wasp means is of course we’re helping you,” Danny pipes up. “Besides, I know what it’s like to be unfairly labeled as a villain.”

Hulk’s face goes soft for just a moment, before twisting into something fierce. He turns back to Graviton, smirk on his face.

When Hulk lands on Graviton, a creator is formed underneath Graviton.

Immediately, Graviton shoots a hand out and pushes a chunk of the Earth up underneath Hulk to get him away, seemingly keeping Hulk pinned to the piece of Earth.

Iron Man and Danny beam Graviton with their combined blast’s, pushing the man back. Graviton responds by picking up another piece of earth, and moving it to smoosh Iron Man and Danny against the other piece of Earth he raised up.

Danny grabs Iron Man and makes him incorporeal as they watch Ant-Man go big and throw a ship on top of Graviton.

“Holy shit, I thought that dude was called Ant-Man, how’d he go so big?” Danny questions, mouth agape.

“Well, when he goes big I think Wasp calls him Giant-Man,” Iron Man comments, as if that explains anything.

“I have more questions than before,” Danny replies.

Before they can move towards Graviton, thunder rings throughout the air as dark clouds form above, lightning crackling.

“Thor,” Danny breathes out, eyes wide as he shrinks instinctually at the sight of the lightning.

“For Midgard!” Thor yells, swinging his hammer in a downward motion, pointing at Graviton.

Danny pulls Iron Man back, out of the blast range as Thor leaves a giant crater in the ground. After Danny’s ears stop ringing and he stops shaking slightly, he peers down into it.

Graviton is still there, but he looks … like he couldn’t fight any longer. He looks severely burnt, eyes half-closed and unfocused.

Iron Man and Danny join the rest of the group at the edge of the crater, looking down at Graviton. Wasp shoots him with one final blast, making him fall the rest of the way. He’s even drooling a bit.

“And I think that’s it,” Danny states, a slight smile on his lips.

That’s when, of course, a loud megaphone sounds. Danny turns and sees the Hulkbusters and G.I.W. off to the side. Safe, and not interfering of course. Why get their hands dirty when they could wait for the fight to be over?

“Attention!” a too-familiar voice starts. “Hand Phantom and the Hulk over! They’re fugitives of the country!”

Hulk growls and gets into a defensive position, while Danny floats next to Hulk, hand outstretched and ready to retreat.

“I got us, big guy. Trust me,” Danny whispers to Hulk, eyes meeting.

Hulk nods and Danny smiles.

“If you want them you’re going to have to get through me!” Iron Man states, standing in front of Hulk and Danny.

The rest of the team also move forward, making themselves a physical barrier between the duo and their enemies.

Danny and Hulk spare glances at each other, surprise clear on their faces.

“Stand down!” Fury’s voice yells over everyone, hand raised to stop any protests. “We have bigger problems to deal with. Like the fact that seventy-four villains escaped and need to be recaptured and brought in.”

“Yeah, and exactly how did that happen, Director Fury?” Iron Man asks, getting in Fury’s face.

Danny is still tense, hovering beside Hulk. Ready to make them invisible and incorporeal the moment it’s needed.

“We don’t know yet,” Fury answers, which shocks Danny.

Sure, Danny’s pretty sure Fury doesn’t know his secret identity, but he assumes Fury knows pretty much everything else. He’s like … Batman? Somehow, someway, the dude knows things he shouldn’t because he’s that good.

“But while we’re finding out, you could help us. Join SHIELD, make a difference, together,” Fury continues, extending a hand towards them.

“Absolutely not,” Hank says before anyone can say anything, storming up to get in Fury’s face. “This is your fault, isn’t it Fury? You had Franklin working on something, and then he became Graviton. And then caused this.”

Hank gestures to the destruction around them. Danny winces, wondering if there were things they could’ve done better to have limited the amount of destruction.

“Fury’s right,” Iron Man pipes up, all heads whipping towards him.

“You of all people are going to join SHIELD?” Wasp asks speculatively.

“No, of course not!” Iron Man exclaims, clearly slightly offended by the implication. “I mean about us, working together. Making a difference as a group.”

“If we worked together, we could avenge those who these villains hurt,” Danny pipes up.

“The Avengers!” Wasp suggests, bright smile on her face.

“Hey, that’s got a nice ring to it,” Hulk comments, offering a smile.

“Director Fury,” an agent starts. Danny changes focus to be on that man instead, listening in on the conversation. “The security footage is back online. Graviton didn’t wake up until after the prison break, it couldn’t have been him who caused this.”

“Then who did?” Fury mutters to himself, eyes narrowing as he thinks.

Danny’s eyes narrow at them, before turning back to his new team. Interesting.

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the-firebird69 · 10 months ago

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It looks like this we have a huge problem and this is look like helpful solution but it really does no if these cars go there they come here and want money and stuff what should I do avoid you. I don't understand what you're saying we're another impediment in front of his survival and we want to serve the empire we don't really want to but that's what we're doing.

Stan

It's kind of a tough formula if you do this we're top side and these people get excited and it says so what I get territory and we're just going to fight the empire eventually or someone else and hand it over and to the empire and that's what I'm saying he has a point I said we're making him do the job just let him sit there and get pissed off and do nothing else and the empire The empire is encouraging this type of thing to occur but they need that s*** out of the way is the currency occurring to me that they need that s*** out of the way and we're just sitting here being assholes feels like as well I can send some of it out and then you might actually buy cars and it's true this is a pain in the ass you guys want everything for nothing and just for bothering him and what he says is I don't like to be bothered so going to go over again in class or whatever you want to call it because you don't listen at all stan

Mac daddy

So we're supposed to sit there and take it like a man but really these people fight the other people they said wow no way is it because of race I don't find these idiot racist to be racist in any way. So he couldn't say it I have no one can say it's a massively racist and they're dumb as a post and they look like Billy Hicks

Stan

What you're saying is if you bring them Lamborghinis on Corvette chassis for the Corvette engine that they'll come here and mess around with people and other places so why don't we just do that and Terry cheesman says no and everybody says no but really they're going to be messing with us and I can care less

Trump

Are you the guys stopping people at the border

Zues Hera

Yeah I guess so you don't do anything anymore and we don't go anywhere and we don't hire anyone but we expect everything

Trump

We're going to have to test this idea out it seems interesting to me

Thor Freya

We could also get parts for Corvette and quite easily as a matter of fact we can get new engines and suspension tires and rims and accessories easier than for these used cars that there's tons of it's amazing you never think this is true but you can't this car is so fast and it's really nice and stock and people just don't go out and buy as many as they could it's really weird it's like the super car and it's cheap and anyone can buy one and it just sits there I've seen Corvettes sit on the car lots for a year yet they go like almost 300 miles an hour and inside is real nice I don't know what the hell is with people it's so damn strange

And yeah the models in the video are popular it looks like a Ferrari versus the Lamborghini and I'm in the pink room and that one is famous where we are no not Los Angeles thank you though yeah it's famous there we're famous there and we used to watch YouTube around and doing nothing these people are so stupid and lame he has a fun party everybody was huge and these people were there faking their black there's so much fun he says it was boring and just really awful most of the time since this kid going out with his parents and they weren't there of course but these people are demented parents and he's trying to tell him you're not my parents he's trying to tell him to get off and with that cuz it's like abusive and that makes sense they've adopted him and we're not doing anything that's pretty insightful of us

Nikki yes not spelled exactly right

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rukia-writes · 2 years ago

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Ignore this if you’ve already answered something like this, but I’m curious to know your opinion on it.

The gods are used to being worshiped for what they do and what not..I wonder which gods would be ones to be worshiping their s/os. Like, not just in the bedroom.

Especially if the s/o is pregnant with their child- I wonder how worse it would get.

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy

Hercules is loves his beloved so much. He worships them either in private or outside. It doesn’t matter to him though and he doesn’t care what anyone thinks.

Hercules revolves around his beloved. His beloved is the sun and he’s just happy to be around them. (See picture above 👆🏼) once pregnant he’s so sweet but very protective of them. He’ll do his best to make sure the pregnancy goes smoothly also he likes to kiss their stomach. 🎀 he really likes to do that especially late in the pregnancy.

Yet another god who believes his s/o is the sun and everything revolves around them. He’s like to worship his s/o privately, he’s the god of the underworld. However, he’s not afraid to compliment them in public. If his s/o thinks the worship stops because they are pregnant it only increases, he too likes to kiss their beloved’s belly when they are pregant. Compliments and is just really tender with them 🎀

A king really🎀🙇🏼‍♀️

Ares is really sweet and would love to worship his s/o outside infront of everyone but Hermes. Ares doesn’t want to picked on more than he already is. Ares has a few pet names like “sweetie” mainly sweetie might sneak a “honey” in there. But only in private. When his sweetie is pregnant all they have to do is breathe and Ares compliments them. 😭 he’s so sweet. Cravings? Nothing is too weird for Ares.

Everyone knew this was coming. 😭

Thor is silent worshipper. Like Hercules and Ares, his s/o is the sun ☀️ and everything else follows. Thor’s form of worship is silent but his s/o can expect cuddles and a few words of love. Also, whatever his s/o wants they get. Now, once his love is pregnant Thor is very protective. Again, while Thor is somewhat quiet he likes to rub his s/o belly and try to talk to the baby. 😭 if his beloved tells him the baby can’t hear him, Thor will debate them with “I saw the baby kick.” 🎀

While Shiva is used to getting praise he likes to give it as well. His beloved means the world to him and he lets them know, publicly or privately. If his beloved is feeling down about something Shiva will make sure their head is held high. Kisses and winks Shiva has no shame. 🎀 once his beloved is pregnant, like Thor, he likes to talk to his s/o belly and while giving a series of compliments. 🎀

This bitch. 🎀🙇🏼‍♀️

Aphrodite has no shame, I’m sorry. Her beloved is worshipped daily. While she does expect it in return no one really does it like Aphrodite, she’s sweet and will worship her beloved infront of whoever. Compliments. “You look so cute today, (Name).” Has her golems get whatever her beloved wants while she cuddles with her beloved. Aphrodite is aware of the rollercoaster ride of emotions one has when pregnant and Aphrodite is all for it. Never leaves their side and worships more than ever. Kisses and hugs and compliments all of it. 🎀

Hermes worships his beloved privately, however it’s not because he’s embarrassed or anything, he just needs silence so he can play his music that he wrote for them. Which is a whole book of songs 🎀 Once his s/o pregnant a few things change. More compliments and he prefers to do the chores. He likes the pregnant glow, shhh 🤫🎀

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#ror headcanons #snv headcanons

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lokisprettygirl · 3 years ago

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Hit me Baby, One more Time (Wrestler Loki x female reader)

Read Chapter 14 here

Chapter 15

Summary : After realising that he's hurting you, loki tries to maintain a distance from you. Tries.

Warning : 18+ ,Drinking, Mentions and talk of cheating, vomiting

"In the shower but that's not important, let me ask you an important question lady y/n, where the hell is my brother Loki?" You heard thor and your eyes widened. How did he know?

"What are you talking about?" you walked closer to the stove and you pretended to busy yourself with the eggs you were about to cook for yourself "You know what I'm talking about, I saw you two yesterday, leaving together, Now I know how my brother is wired so it was a little surprising, not gonna lie" he chuckled and you shook your head

"I don't know what you saw but there's nothing going on between me and him, I am just a fan, huuuugee fan" you told him and he snickered. So It runs in the family? The snickering?

"Just tell me where he lives, that's all I need to know" he asked you sternly and you glared at him "You know what, even if I did I won't tell you" you stood your ground with him and he smiled "I see"

Before he could say anything else, Tonya entered the kitchen and she winked at you, she has slept with both of them brothers now. You allowed the thought to sink in. You got out of there as quickly as you could,

Once you reached the studio you dm'ed loki on Instagram

He was so impatient when you told him, he really didn't want to see his brother, but was he also worried about you? you had no idea what was happening or happened between them but you wanted to know more. It made you curious.

When you were done with your day, one of your co-worker Sebastian, asked you out on a date. He was cute and you noticed his sneaky glances over you, he probably had a little crush on you. You thought about Loki, and then you thought about Jack, you are in such a messy situation with them, your heart still belongs to jack, your body craves loki, and now here's this cute guy wanting to take you out.

You didn't think much of it but you said yes as you felt awkward saying no to him, you have two days off starting tomorrow so you agreed, a date would not hurt, besides you have to move on from Jack at some point.

Once you reached your apartment, you called loki and he picked up instantly "Hi birdy, Missed me?" He chuckled and you rolled your eyes "I just got home, I wanted to tell you that I won't be able to see you tomorrow" you told him and he asked you why, so you told him about the date.

He got silent for a few seconds and then he finally spoke "You can do whatever you want birdy" he told you and you sighed. What did you expect? Deep down you wanted him to react or be jealous but of course he's not interested in you more than just your body. How many times you'd need him to spell it out for you?

He felt hurt when you told him about the date with this new guy, but he didn't react at all, of course you don't belong to him, he can't ask you to not go on this date can he? If he does you'd ask him questions, questions he won't be able to answer. He did wonder if you were into this guy? Did you like him? Were you going to let him touch you on the first date? The thought enraged him.

Next day you woke up late, you checked your phone to see if you had texts or calls from Loki but you didn't, as the evening approached you got ready for your date, Sebastian was taking you on a movie date, he was kind of cute, and he seemed the type of guy you'd prefer to date but honestly loki has ruined you for other men and you didn't even get to sleep with him yet. You craved his tall frame, you liked to get lost in his big arms, you relished his filthy whispers in your ears.

He took you out for dinner after the movie and you tried to enjoy the date as much as you could but you couldn't fake it anymore, he asked to drop you home but you told him that you had to be somewhere, you called heimdall and asked him if loki was fighting today, once you got the confirmation you went to the arena and asked heimdall if he could get you backstage since you didn't have a pass and he obliged politely.

You wanted to surprise him but you got a surprise yourself when you went to his dressing room and knocked, you turned the knob when he didn't answer and you found him buck naked on his couch, deep inside some woman. His eyes met yours and you quickly ran out after the shock worn off, you felt embarrassed, you had no right to barge in like that. Why were you surprised? You really thought he would miss you when you refused to see him? You also felt hurt? You shouldn't, he's not your boyfriend. You heard him call out your name but you didn't stop.

When you told him about the date, he was jealous but he also felt hurt? He had no right to feel so, you were not his girlfriend, so he did what he does best, he needed a distraction from a distraction and he found one. He wasn't going to reject a woman when she came so willingly to his door, he is not bound to you. But when you caught him fucking her, and when he watched your horrified face, and hurt eyes, he teared up, he have seen that look before, you reminded him of his mother.

And He felt like Odin, Someone he never wanted to be.

He called out to you but of course you didn't stop, you were nothing for him, so why did you get hurt? He can fuck whosoever he wants, that's why he chose this lifestyle so he wouldn't hurt anyone like his father did, then why did he end up hurting a woman who didn't even belong to him?

The woman under him pulled his attention back to him, he was fucking her based on his pure instincts now, you clouded his thoughts "Who was she?" She asked him about you and he sighed "Nobody"

"Are you cheating on your girlfriend loki" she giggled and he glared at her "She's not my girlfriend, shut the fuck up now"

He made her cum twice under him, but he couldn't cum inside her, he couldn't stop thinking about that look on your face but he had to, he had to win this fight, should he have run to stop you? He should have stopped you probably but why did you even come to him after telling him that you won't be able to see him? Did the guy hurt you? Or did you miss him?

Once he reached home, he checked his phone to see if you called or texted but you didn't. When he finally laid down, his hand fidgeted, he wanted to know if you were okay, whether you reached home safely or not.

After you watched Loki buried deep inside some women, you felt hurt, you shouldn't feel so but you did and sometimes when we are hurt we do irrational things and that's what you did, you went straight to Jack's apartment. For some reason you thought he would comfort you, afterall you came to this strange new city with him, he was your only friend, as you waited for him to buzz you in, you thought about everything that has happened in last two months, you never thought you'd ever move to New York, but you came here for love and lost the 3 years of relationship in a month. Then you met Loki, a man you never would have associated yourself with but that happened too.

Jack was taking alot of time to buzz you in, when he finally did he hugged you as soon as he saw you "What a surprise y/n, I missed you so much, I'm so happy you came" he told you, this should have made you feel better but it didn't.

"How are you?" You asked him and he looked around, he looked nervous and scared for some reason as he kept looking around "Something wrong?" You asked him again and he composed himself but then your eyes fell upon the underwear on the couch and you walked closer to get a better look "Have a company jack?" You asked him and he looked at you as if he has seen a ghost "It's not what you think it is, I won't hurt you, this will stop when we get back together"

You snickered as you heard him, you're snickering now. Great. All this time he begged you to take him back and you absolutely would have if he would have tried harder but he was fucking someone else while begging on your feet and then what Loki said popped into your head "Did you cheat on me before as well, before cary?" You asked him and he shook his head in no frantically "You know I didn't" he told you but you knew he was lying.

You didn't know if he ever even loved you or he just pretended to. You walked out of his apartment and went home, you can't deal with any more surprises, you felt your heart breaking all over again. So you made one more mistake, you called Loki, you knew you shouldn't have but you felt so lonely, you didn't have friends here, you had some in Ohio but they drifted away for some reason when you got together with Jack.

When he saw your name flashing on his phone, he was relieved "Hey" he mumbled but there was silence on the other side of the phone, then he heard you sniffing "What's wrong?" He asked you and you wiped your tears so you could speak "Everything, my whole life has been wrong ever since I came here, I have never been so hurt in my life" his heart clenched at the broken sound of your voice

"It happens sometimes, you have to be strong birdy" you chuckled as you heard him "what do you know about the matters of the heart Loki?" You snickered and he sighed "I don't know anything about it, but -" you cut him off before he can say anything "I went to see jack"

He heard his name from your mouth and the hurt he felt changed into anger, why would you do that ? Why would you continue to go see him even when he didn't deserve you "Yeah? Then go talk to him, I have to sleep" he hung up on you, didn't even listen to you, that's when you broke down into fits of tears, everything that has happened through out the day made you feel defeated. What are you even doing here? You came here for Jack, and he's not here anymore, so you should just leave right. You should Go back to Ohio or somewhere else, your parents still don't know about Jack. They loved him, they really thought you'd end up marrying him.

Once he hung up on you, he tossed and turned around in his bed, thinking about you, you were hurt and maybe you just wanted to share your pain, but the mention of his name bothered him, Jack reminded him so much of Odin, you reminded him of his mama, blinded by love, trusting a man you shouldn't trust.

He dressed up in a dark green tshirt, a shirt you worn yesterday, he could smell you on it and it comforted him, you're a nuisance for him, a pain in the neck, literally because you're so tiny, but he likes your company, and he didn't want to hurt you, he didn't want you to be hurt because of him. So he decided that it would be best for both of you if he maintained his distance.

And that's what he did, he didn't call you or text you after that night, he wanted to, he hated to admit it but he missed you. But he couldn't hurt you anymore.

After that night loki made no attempts to get in touch with you and you didn't either, it was for the best, you ignored Jack's calls and messages and you told Sebastian honestly that you were getting over a long relationship and you can't date him right now. You needed the time to yourself, away from everyone, especially men, they are just there to hurt you and you can't take it anymore.

You did expect loki to get in touch with you but he didn't, he probably forgot about you, why would he remember you? Weirdly enough Tonya was still obsessed with Loki, she tried to meet him again but apparently he denied.

Sometimes you'd watch his fights on tv and then you'd miss him, you missed him. Jack crushed your self confidence, he made you feel so conscious about yourself but Loki, he lifted you up, he made you feel good about yourself. You felt sexy around him, so on a drunken night, you couldn't control yourself and you called him, he didn't pick up but he did call you back soon after.

He wasn't expecting your call, he maintained his distance as he promised himself and you helped him too by not trying to get in touch with him, he engrossed himself with his training and matches and ladies ofcourse, one pressed into him currently as he fucked her against the door "God god yess this is the best sex I have ever had" she mumbled in his ears but all he could think about was your tight warm cunt when he fingered you, you took so much of him, he was impressed to be honest, your face when you bursted around him stayed imprinted in his head. He missed you.

So when he heard his phone ringing, and heard the ring he specifically set for you, he pulled out quickly and he walked over to his dressing table, the woman he couldn't remember the name of gasped at the sudden change in the pace "Ummmm excuse me??" She panted and he looked at her and sighed, he walked over to her and he made her cum as quickly as he could then he sent her away and called you, when he heard your voice he smiled

"Hey birdy" he sat down on his couch and you laid down on yours "Immm drunk so cut the call beforess I make a fool of myszzelf " you slurred on your words and he ran his hand through his hair "You are safe? At your home or you're out somewhere?"

He asked you and you smiled, ofcourse that was his first concern, maybe he's not as unfeeling man as he pretends to be "Imm safee, home" you told him and he breathed in relief "Good girl, you're alone?" The praise made you blush, you have missed him calling you that. You nodded in yes in your drunken state, but then you realised he can't see you so you responded in yes. "Need company?" He asked you and you teared up, the last time you talked to him he hung up on you.

"You hung up on me" you sobbed and he knew he needed to see you, he didn't know why but he needed to see you "I'm coming to see you okay?" He told you and you said yes meekly.

He showered and he dressed up in a black tee with blue jeans and black leather jacket over it. He asked heimdall to go home and he drove himself towards your apartment, your broken voice rang in his head, he hung up on you and he ignored you for a month, he knows that he should probably just stay away from you at this point, you're not good for him. But he couldn't stop himself.

He texted you to buzz him in and you did, he found you clinging to your apartment door, with eyes closed, you're too drunk to even stand up without support, he quickly grabbed you and he picked you up easily in his arms "Hey birdy, you feeling okay? What do you need?" He asked softly as he sat you down on the couch, he saw an half empty full sized bottle of vodka on your table and he got concerned

"You're here" you mumbled as you caressed his cheeks with your palms and then you kissed him, he didn't reject you, he kissed you back and he cupped your cheeks as he did, he lips moved softly over yours and then he pulled away "Did you drink more than you should have?" He asked you softly as he caressed your back and you nodded in yes "I feelll..hrorribl-" before you could even finish your sentence, you felt it coming, you felt it in your bones and there wasn't much time for you to run to the bathroom and you couldn't stop it.

So you hurled on him, right on him, all over him. He was taken aback for few seconds before he realised what has happened, you threw up on him and then he heard you crying your eyes out. You're a loud crier "Hey Heyy hey" he tried to calm you down and you cried even more, even in your drunken state you felt extremely humiliated "I am sorry I am sorry oh god I'm sorry, I'll wash it I promise" he picked you up again and he took you to the bathroom, he made you stand up next to the sink as he rubbed your back again.

"it's okay birdy, it's okay sweet girl, let it all out, you need to okay" he rubbed your back again, he undid his hair and used the hair tie to tie up yours so you won't dirty it up. You felt him right beside you as he gently rubbed your back up and down and then you felt it coming again so you leaned down and vomitted in the sink until you couldn't anymore "That's it, that's it, good girl, there you go, you'll feel better I promise" he mumbled and he made you wash your mouth quickly "Come here pretty girl" he picked you up again and he laid you down on the couch, he made you sip on the water or you'll get dehydrated.

"I'll be right back okay" he went to the bathroom and took his clothes off, he kept the jeans on after inspecting properly, he washed his shirt with water so it wouldn't stink later, you probably didn't eat anything before so it was mostly just water and the alcohol that came out of you.

When he came out he took off your shirt, thankfully you had a bra on but he remembered you telling him that you can never sleep with it on so he brought another tee from your closet, put it on you and then he took your bra out from underneath, then he picked you up and laid you down on your bed. He caressed you and held you close to him "Lookiii" you mumbled and he put your head up to look at him "What do you want birdy?"

"nothing, I am sorry for ruining your clothes" after vomiting you felt a little better and a little sober and extremely humiliated. You'd totally understand if he chooses to never see you again after this. "Don't have to be, I'm just glad you didn't do it while your kissed me" he joked in an attempt to make you feel better and you did, you'd never be able to face him again if you did.

You looked up at him and your tear soaked eyes made him sad "You didn't have to come, I know you didn't want to see me" you told him and he pulled you in for a kiss "You're wrong birdy, wouldn't be here if I didn't want to" he whispered between the kisses, you smelled a little like vomit but he didn't care at the moment

"You hung up on me" you whispered and he cupped your cheeks

"I did, I hated that you went to see jack" he said as he kissed your cheeks softly, one by one

"Why?" You asked him and he looked at you

"He's not the type of man you should be trusting" he told you honestly, he wasn't being selfish, he hated Jack because he knew that he was one, he would never keep you over himself.

"I know that, I know he's still fucking cary" you pecked softly over his neck and he moaned slightly

"I know that too" his voice came out all whispery

"How?" You asked him but He couldn't tell you about the visit

"Because he won't stop, he would do it again and again until you're all broken, don't want you to get hurt that's it"

"Okayy, You fucked other woman" you swayed the topic from jack to him and he pulled your head up by gripping on your hair.

"You denied to see me, you went on a date with a new guy" he whispered and you were dumbfounded, was he hurt?

"Because we are not together" you mumbled and he chuckled

"exactly, we are not together" he repeated your sentence

"what am I then to you then, do I mean anything or I'm just too easy to discard, to replace ?"

"You're projecting what he did on me, I didn't cheat on you, I didn't leave you, not in the way you think, I maintained my distance because that's what I thought we both needed, this is not healthy, isn't that what you said" he mumbled and kissed you softly again and again between his sentence

"It's not healthy loki, it's toxic, and sexy, but toxic" you moaned

"Definitely sexy" he pushed you down on the bed and he pinned your arms over your head as he kissed you passionately, he felt your hips bucking into his and he glared at you "Don't, I can't do this when you're out of your mind" he got up quickly but you stopped him

"Just cuddle me please, please loki" you mumbled and he sighed, he crawled back next to you and he pulled you into his arms. His body colder than usual "Don't leave baby" you mumbled as you placed your head between his neck and this is the first time you have addressed him like that, he didn't want to feel what he felt as he heard your soft voice, he has been called that term before several times, by several women but never had such effect like this.

"Won't leave, go to sleep little thing" he mumbled softly and you got even closer to him, you have missed sleeping in his arms even though you did it like 5 times only before this.

"I want to get good in bed, spontaneous and exciting, help me?" He heard you and he opened his eyes. Where did this come from again? "You're good in bed, very warm" he mumbled and you groaned "You haven't had sex with me yet, you should fuck me sometimes" you told him and he sighed

"Okay, anything else?" He asked you and you whined like a kid "Take me seriously, no jokes"

"Trust me birdy when I'll take you finally, I'll be very serious" he joked again and you groaned again

"Hushhh" he whispered and he felt you relaxing in his arms more and more

"Goodnight little birdy" he whispered softly and you mumbled something that made his heart flutter, only one person ever calls him that and it's the woman he truly loves

"Good night Little Mischief"

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lailyn · 2 years ago

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Rainy, with A Chance of Kisses

Rating: T

Relationships: Loki/Stephen Strange, Loki & Thor

Summary: A mysterious illness strikes Loki down. Thor seeks Stephen’s help.

Warnings: Mild graphic depictions of illness

At first, Loki put it all down to exhaustion. He had worked himself ragged, using magic and physical strength both to build the school from the ground up.

The light-headedness he could explain away easily; food was scarce, and what he could obtain, was hardly palatable. He'd much rather forage in the woods behind his house for edibles, and leave the slop they serve in the mess hall for the children.

He was not starving himself. He would have needed an appetite to begin with.

It was a blessing that Thor was away, gallivanting with his Galaxy Guardian friends. Most of the time, Loki was left to his own devices, reporting to Valkyrie once in a while on his progress.

The school was a surprise project, a gift for when Thor came home next. There were a number of people young and old he had identified, some with reservoirs of seidr still untapped, who could benefit from proper training.

Prince or not, Loki must earn his keep.

But lately, a new symptom had been plaguing him, a much more troublesome affliction with not a single shred of decorum.

You carry tension in your stomach, my love, Loki recalled Frigga's words from centuries ago, back when he was a child.

Thor would echo these words decades later, more frequently as of late.

Loki was no stranger to pain, of course. One did not live to be a thousand years old and not know pain.

But this was��something else. There was no rhyme or reason to this malady; he could be perfectly fine one second and doubled over shaking like a leaf the next.

They were engaged in light banter over breakfast when the pain struck, swift and sudden.

Whatever it was, he was hoping he could shake it off before Thor's scheduled return to New Asgard. But as always, luck was never on his side when he needed it the most.

"Loki." A gentle hand, calloused as it was, cupped the bend of his elbow.

Loki sighed. “I’m fine, Thor.”

Thor’s searching gaze roamed his brother’s hunched figure anxiously. “This can't go on. You need to see the Healers.”

"I have gone to the Healers, remember? It was you who dragged me there," Loki said irritably.

"That I do remember. What I don't remember is you telling me what they found," Thor said.

"There's nothing to tell," Loki said simply.

Thor's only response was the lifting of one very sceptical eyebrow.

"They said there was nothing physically wrong," Loki mumbled.

"That was it?” Thor asked incredulously. "What do they expect you to do about the pain?"

Loki shrugged. "Live with it, I suppose?"

"I don't like the sound of this," Thor boomed, clearly dissatisfied. He turned to Korg. "Do you like the sound of this?"

"I am made of rocks, mate. I could make a conjecture but it’s not one that is particularly relevant to our situation, I reckon.”

“If our own doctors can’t help, surely there are others abroad from whom we can get a second opinion.”

“You know I cannot leave New Asgard, Thor. I will not jeopardise our fragile alliances just because of a minor ailment.”

“I've seen wights heartier than you. Minor my arse,” Thor muttered under his breath. “Does Val know about this? She can pull some strings, let me have a word with her - ”

“Her Majesty has pulled enough strings for me, Thor,” Loki said firmly. “As have you.”

Thor sighed.“Maybe I should stick around for a bit…”

Loki bristled at his brother’s complete lack of subtlety. “Thor, I’m not a child. I do not need coddling.”

“Jane probably knows some people.” Thor’s countenance darkened at the memory of his ex-girlfriend. “That doctor whatshisface, Boris? Blake?”

"I appreciate the sentiment, Brother, but all this concern is unnecessary," Loki complained. "Whatever this is, it will pass.”

"Convince me, then," Thor challenged. "Eat something and I will get off your back."

Loki rolled his eyes. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and viciously bit into it. "There. Happy?"

Thor made a face. "Marginally."

**************************************

The apple did not stay down.

The breakfast rush was in full swing when Loki felt his stomach twist into a knot once again, only this time much more painful. All he could do was dig his nails into his wrist to keep from folding as he waited out the cramp.

A long, torturous minute passed. Then another. And another.

Instead of abating, the pain in his stomach intensified. When black dots started to appear in the peripheries of his vision, Loki began to panic.

What the Hel is wrong with me?

“Thor,” he croaked, his garbled plea barely audible. Help me.

Acid surged in the back of his throat, and before he could stop himself, he spewed what little he had eaten onto the table.

Thor’s face drained of colour at the sight of apple flecks, swimming in a puddle of blood on Loki’s plate.

No one moved quite as fast as Thor in times of crisis; one moment his brother was sitting across the table from him, the next he was hauling Loki out of his seat.

“Come on, Brother,” Thor urged. “Lean on me.”

Loki’s knees wobbled like jelly, but he tried his best to walk despite the vertigo. And the pain - the awful, monstrous pain - every step he took was a knife to the gut.

Thor soon had enough of Loki dragging his feet; before he knew it, his legs were swept out from under him. Loki involuntarily let out a whimper.

Oh, how pathetic, to be carried like a child in front of so many eyes watching, but the violent spasms in his abdomen were unrelenting.

The terror in Thor’s eyes he had not seen in a long time, certainly not since Svartalfheim.

"Thor," he gasped. His chest screamed for air, but he could not seem to catch a single breath. “Am I dying?”

HIs brother refused to answer, only quickening his pace as he bulldozed his way through the crowd. “Let us pass, damn you!”

**************************************

“You just can’t stay out of trouble, can you?” A cocky voice wafted across the room.

Loki knew that voice. He knew that voice very well.

True enough, a staticky portal flickered into existence, and out came a very familiar, very annoying figure.

“You oaf,” Loki moaned, painfully aware of how feeble he sounded. “Of all the people you could have called!”

“I apologise, Brother,” Thor said, his face stricken with guilt and anxiety. “I didn’t know who else to call.”

“Why are we here, instead of the infirmary?” Stephen asked, for some reason sounding somewhat angry. “I thought you said he was dying?”

"I simply wanted to make him comfortable…"

"If it's an acute abdomen like you suspect, he should be on an operating table. Comfort doesn't appear in the equation at all!" Stephen ranted.

He cast a quick look around the shabby cabin and sneered, "Nice digs. Very comfortable."

"Strange," Thor growled.

"Fix him, yes, yes."

The Sorcerer Supreme towered over Loki, his majestic cloak billowing around him like an inflated hot air balloon.

An armchair miraculously appeared at Loki's bedside.

"Whereabouts is the pain?" Stephen dropped into the chair and pulled his gloves off, all business-like. "Show me."

When Loki took too long to respond, Stephen asked impatiently, "Do you want my help or not?"

Loki would have loved to engage in a battle of words with the man, but the pain mauling his insides was unreal.

His hands reluctantly fell away from his abdomen. "I hate you."

"Uhuh."

Appalling bedside manners aside, Stephen's hand was warm and gentle as he prodded Loki's belly.

"Your liver's enlarged," Stephen said, his suddenly hushed voice tinged with a trace of puzzlement.

He scrutinished the palm of Loki's hand next.

"Interesting…" He fingered the dark, round spots marring the pristine white canvas of Loki's skin. "And you said the doctors found nothing amiss?"

“I don’t see what you can possibly do for me that the doctors here haven’t already done,” Loki said, fatigue bleeding from every pore. “They’ve exhausted all the tests.”

“Only the ones they could think of…” Stephen’s voice trailed off, his gaze suddenly drawn to something in the distance.

“What are you thinking, Wizard?”

Stephen had climbed to his feet and was now walking slowly toward the window. He peered outside. “Is that a well?”

Loki curled up onto his side once more.

“My, what amazing power of observation you have,” he said acerbically.

“Loki,” Thor growled.

“Thor,” Loki mimicked.

Ignoring the bickering, Stephen pressed. “A working well? And you’ve been using the water?”

There was a peculiar urgency in the doctor’s queries that was not sitting right with Loki. “And what of it?”

“Is that your only water source here?”

Loki and Thor exchanged looks.

“No. The settlement receives a certain amount of treated water daily from the neighbouring town. We were just making sure the people are catered to first,” Thor said slowly, uncertainly. “Did we do something wrong?”

Stephen hummed. "Let's find out, shall we?"

**************************************

A few hours later…

"Arsenic?" Thor thundered. "Are you saying someone has poisoned him?"

"I think there is a more innocent explanation," Stephen said haltingly. "You, Mister, have unwittingly poisoned yourself."

Loki blinked blearily. "Oh, that's new."

"Explain," Thor growled.

Stephen gestured towards the view outside the window. "Volcanic rocks make up most of the mountains surrounding you. Arsenic can then leach from these rocks into groundwater in high concentrations."

Loki groaned aloud. "You have got to be joking."

"I wish I was, believe me," Stephen said, tersely. "The signs and symptoms you are displaying are pathognomonic for arsenic poisoning. Not to mention the sample I took from your well, which gave a reading of five hundred micrograms per litre. That is way above the safe level for drinking water."

"What was it supposed to be?"

"Less than ten."

"Oh." Thor sagged in his chair. "You've really outdone yourself this time, Brother."

Loki, being the expert on dying, jumped straight from bad news to advanced directives. "I don't want a state funeral, Thor."

“We missed out on the first couple of times,” Thor objected, a crestfallen expression contorting his haggard face.

Stephen could not believe what he was seeing. “I’ve heard you guys were dramatic, but this…this is something else.”

“Dramatic? You wear a flying cape!”

“It’s a Cloak, and you’re one to talk,” Stephen retorted. “Besides, you’re not dying. Not if I have any say in the matter.”

“Your tone doesn’t inspire confidence, Doctor.”

Stephen studied his patient, who was looking the worse for wear, despite the continuous infusion of fluids and analgesics. “The treatment itself can be…painful.”

“He can take pain,” Thor said abruptly.

He grabbed his brother’s hand and squeezed. “Can’t you, Loki?”

**************************************

“What is that?” Loki asked, dimly aware of how slurred his speech was. It was becoming increasingly difficult to talk; his tongue felt ten times its size.

“This? This is the antidote,” Stephen said distractedly, emptying the content of the vial into a syringe very carefully, making sure not to waste a single drop of the precious medication. “Dimercaptopropane-1-Sulfonate. Very expensive and very hard to get.”

He looked up momentarily. “You’re very lucky, Odinson.”

Loki licked his very dry lips, his throat so parched it might as well be on fire. “I don’t feel very lucky.”

Stephen fished an ice cube out of the glass on the nightstand. “Here. Suck on this.”

Loki endured the temptation with great fortitude. No way in Hel was he going to let this insufferable mortal hand-feed him like an infant.

“There’s no one here but us,” Stephen said in exasperation. “I don’t have all day - "

"So leave!"

"- and neither do you," Stephen snapped.

The meaning behind the doctor's angry words was not lost on his belligerent patient, who instantly clammed up.

Why do you care? Loki longed to ask.

Was it pride? It must be pride.

The man had saved the multiverse. Saving one lowly Jotun must be a piece of cake.

But there was a fear in Stephen's eyes he had seen before, in his brother's.

Speaking of his brother, where was the big oaf?

"Thor?" he mumbled.

"I asked him to leave," Stephen answered grimly. "He will not want to see this."

Again, an understanding passed between them, and Loki nodded, swallowing hard. "Probably for the best."

"This will hurt," Stephen warned.

I can take pain. I can take pain.

"So you've said, Doctor."

For Thor.

Everything for fucking Thor.

"I'm ready," Loki whispered, and Stephen pushed the plunger.

The first drops of the medicine entered Loki's bloodstream, and he uttered a loud gasp.

It was liquid fire. Fire coursed through his veins, travelling up his arm and collecting in his heart.

He must have screamed, but he could not hear it for the liquid fire in his head, blunting his senses.

The fire pooled in his belly, burning everything in its path as it seized control of his legs, down to the tips of his toes.

It was an agony unparalleled, a kind of pain that obliterated all sense of self and dignity.

Loki's hand shot out, gripping the front of Stephen's tunic for purchase.

"Please," he begged. "Kill me."

"That would be the easier thing to do, wouldn't it?" Stephen's voice may be hard but his eyes were full of sympathy. He made no move to pry Loki's fingers off his clothes. Instead, he covered the trembling hand with his own. "I don't do easy."

"It's okay," Loki gasped. "I've lived long enough."

"Then live!"

"I can't," he wept.

"Yes, you can," Stephen said. "You've gone through worse."

A crazed laughter brayed; blood sprayed and clung to lips fissured with cracks. "You don't say."

"You are Loki of Asgard,” Stephen stressed. "You survive."

“I survive,” Loki chanted, every whisper more desperate than the one before, “I survive. I survive. I can. I will.”

“You will,” Stephen said fiercely.

In a move that surprised them both, he gathered Loki’s fingers into a fist, crushing it against his chest. “And I am right here with you.”

**************************************

Days passed in a blur, days that were spent flitting in and out of oblivion.

Pain was a constant companion, its peaks and troughs only manageable with the help of the potent drugs Stephen procured through his various connections in the medical fraternity.

Yet, even through the delirium, Loki was aware of the doctor's presence, comforting and never too far away.

Loki had heard stories about the Sorcerer Supreme, of how the man had cheated death countless times, the sacrifices he had made, how he could see into the future.

Loki was starting to believe in those stories, for how could Stephen know to hold a basin under his head seconds before Loki would retch and retch and retch? Or press an ice cube to his lips whenever the unbearable thirst reared its head like a beast?

He woke up one morning with an inner stillness that he never thought he would experience again.

Loki inhaled. Breath filled his chest, so easily it brought tears to his eyes.

Against all odds, he had won.

"Loki," a familar voice rumbled.

There he was, Loki's ray of sunshine.

"Thor," he mumbled. "Is it over?"

"It's over, Brother," said the sun. "It's over."

**************************************

Stephen skimmed Loki's latest blood report and made a pleased sound.

“There is news, Doctor?” Thor inquired politely.

Stephen waved the piece of paper around in triumph. " 'What do we say to the God of Death? Not today.' "

At the blank looks all around, Stephen visibly deflated. "Game of Thrones? No?"

Thor cocked his head. "I assume my brother is out of danger? You are making jokes."

"Wow, tough crowd," Stephen muttered. He cleared his throat loudly. “The treatment’s working. The toxin’s almost cleared from your system.”

Loki turned to his brother. “You heard the good doctor. You can stop now.”

“Stop what?” Stephen asked.

“He’s been making it rain for days on end. It’s embarrassing.”

“We haven’t collected near enough,” Thor said stubbornly. “Friend Stark has set up a super-fine filtration system with super-high rainwater catchment efficiency for Loki. Oh, and Banner’s coming in a few days to study the soil and the extent of pollution.”

Loki cupped his hands over his face to muffle his groan. “Why don’t you just tell the whole world, Thor?”

Stephen turned to hide his face.

“What?” Loki snapped. How he could sense Stephen’s smile behind covered eyes was anyone’s guess.

“Nothing,” Stephen said serenely. “You guys are so cute.”

“Aw, thank you.” "What are you still doing here, Second-Rate?" Thor and Loki spoke at the same time.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Snow White?” Stephen asked sassily. “Here I thought we were finally becoming friends.”

Loki scoffed. “You wish.”

His spirits restored, Thor jumped to his feet. “Well, I’m off!”

“Where are you going?” Loki asked, unable to keep the panic out of his voice.

“It’s dinner time, and I ought to share this good news with the others,” Thor beamed, his face the brightest it had been in days. “Will you stay a while, Stephen? I will come back with some supper.”

Stephen nodded. “I should still be here. Loki��s due for the last dose of the night in a few hours anyway.”

“Thank you,” Thor said sincerely. “For everything.”

Stephen shooed him away before things could get any more awkward. “It’s no big deal. Just doing my job.”

“Play nice, Brother,” and Thor closed the door behind him.

They spent the next few minutes studiously avoiding each other's eyes.

"It is rare that one should choose to bear my company for longer than is necessary."

"I'll tell you a secret about doctors. Half the time, we don't like the patients we see," Stephen said. "The other half, we're too tired to care."

"Thank you for your indifference."

Stephen was taken aback by a complete lack of sarcasm in what could and should have been poisonous words, coming from one such as Loki.

In fact, to his amazement, Loki sounded…grateful.

“As erroneous as your Healers were, you should have tried therapy,” Stephen said in a low voice. The walls looked thin.

“Therapy?” Again, Loki surprised him by displaying no disgust at the idea, only an apathy that hinted at a preconceived notion shared between them. “Talking, you mean.”

“It could have helped with the psychosomatic side of things, you never know,” Stephen said. “These things, they’re very often multifactorial.”

“I don’t like to talk,” Loki said flatly.

“Does anyone?” Stephen murmured.

“You’ve made my brother’s acquaintance,” Loki deadpanned.

“He cares a great deal about you,” Stephen said. “You’re very lucky.”

“You keep saying that,” Loki said, crinkling his nose. “It’s distasteful.”

“What, having a brother who thinks the world of you?”

“No. Chancing everything on luck.”

“What would you rather call it? Fate?”

“It has been kind to me as of late, yes,” Loki said simply. “Too kind. I suppose I had this coming.”

Stephen winced. “That sounds like a miserable way to live. Do you always stare a gift horse in the mouth?”

Loki stared at the sorcerer blankly. “Do I what now?”

Stephen shook his head. “Never mind.”

A long silence ensued, awkward and heavy.

“How are you feeling now?” Stephen asked finally.

“Much better,” Loki said. He did not even have to lie; the pains in his stomach had largely settled and his head felt clearer already. The strength too was returning to his limbs.

To test it, he pushed himself up slowly.

“Easy,” Stephen cautioned.

Loki waved away the proffered hand. “I am perfectly capable of sitting myself up."

Stephen nodded in approval. “You do look better.”

Loki self-consciously tucked his hair behind his ears. “Goodness. I must look a fright.”

“You look fine,” Stephen said kindly. "But going forward, please be careful - "

"Careful's boring."

"As I was saying," Stephen raised his voice a notch, “No more drinking untreated water."

Loki emitted a sound, a cross between a whine and a disgruntled grunt.

"You aliens, it’s like you have a death wish or something,” Stephen muttered. “Rule number one when you’re on a foreign planet, assume everything can kill you until you can prove otherwise.”

“No promises, Stephen.”

And time stood still.

Oh shit -

Loki almost choked upon realising his faux pas, cursing his despicable, traitorous tongue. “Strange! I mean, Strange.”

Was that a smile on Stephen’s face?

“I’ll allow it. ”

Loki’s own face burned. How infuriating.

More infuriatingly, Loki now owed Stephen one.

In all the centuries he had lived, Loki had fought for his life on numerous occasions, but this was the first time he had not had to do it alone.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Never let it be said that Loki of Asgard was without manners; it would only bring disgrace to the memory of his late Mother.

Good grief. Stephen was now smiling openly! An actual, genuine smile!

“You’re welcome, Loki.”

Loki had long since lost his autonomy over his inner thoughts, for better or worse. No one had the right to look that devastatingly handsome just from smiling.

“I started a magic school,” Loki blurted out. “If you happen to be interested.”

The heavy air of hesitation hanging over their heads proved too much for Loki to bear, prompting a hurried disclaimer. “No pressure, of course. Absolutely none.”

“I’d be more than happy to take a look,” Stephen said. “If you’ll have me.”

What was this thrill coming over him, this furious, indescribable longing, this tremendous restlessness?

“We can go take a look now?” Loki suggested.

“Nice try.” Stephen laughed. “How about next week? You kinda need to stay off your feet for a while.”

“Is that an order, Doctor?”

“Depends. How likely are you to do as you’re told?”

“Hmm. Not very.”

Stephen pursed his lips in thought. After a while, “Not even if I ask you to kiss me?”

“Are you?” Loki’s heart thundered. “Asking me?”

“Yes.”

For someone so recently ill, Loki was spry; with his renewed strength, he lunged and caught Stephen’s lips with his.

The kiss tasted incredibly sweet, too sweet in fact -

Is this real? Or simply survivor’s euphoria?

More importantly, why is Stephen allowing this?

Oh no.

What if it's pity?

Stephen must have read his thoughts, for he was quick to cup the back of Loki’s head.

“Lucky me,” he breathlessly professed his good fortune, and claimed Loki's lips once more. “Another.”

FIN

#strangefrost #froststrange #fic #sick Loki #Loki whump #doctor strange

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mischiefmodig · 10 months ago

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He knows. He knows that she lies through her teeth. That she does know why she says one thing, why certain words were chosen. But she had no reason to truth him such a truth. He was a mere stranger to her, he had hardly earned sincerity.

But... perhaps such a thing could he earned. She asked him for his honesty, and though he felt the truth crushing his throat (that was something he would not share with anyone) perhaps... he could connect.

❝ It was rather a long time ago. ❞ hundreds of years since he appeared to be as also as she was. Younger, even. With a family and joy in most things. But as one grows older, so do expectations. ❝ I had believed I was supposed to be born with great powers. All of royal lineage were born with this. A deep connection to a power greater than themselves. It was an honor, a birthright. ❞ Thor had shown promise from a young age, and Loki surely was to follow suit. But then he passed that age and grew older and older. They said he was a late bloomer...

❝ But then I didn't. Whatever was promised never came. I tried many things to force it to exist, even throwing myself to terrible creatures who nearly killed me. ❞ or would have, if not for his brother who pinned him to the ground on that terrible stormy night. He cried and fought until there was nothing left to fight against.

❝ What was the point of living when your existence is meaningless... ❞ He looks to her again, soft, contemplative eyes searching her before reaching a hand to hold her shoulder. He did understand and has felt the same way. Though he would not answer her second question.

❝ It is alright to 'not know'... just as much as you do not have to fear scorn. I sought to live on because of another. ❞

Luna holds her small frame closer to her body. Her head rests on her knees and her eyes stare at the rows of ants beneath her as they march in a fine line.

"I don't know." Luna regrets saying that immediately because she's lying. SHE does know why she says such things and why she feels it in her soul.

"Why do you look at me like that?" She asks, her head turned to look him in the eyes. "Like you understand? Did you feel the same way?" And she remembers their first encounter, "DO you still feel that way?"

#( thread . ) \ / closed .#clxscdeyes #luna \ / o2 #( ic . ) \ / prince of asgard . rightful heir of jotunheim . odin son .

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themculibrary · 4 months ago

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Stony Halloween Fics Masterlist

an’ harm ye none (ao3) - LinneaKou steve/tony, peggy/angie, happy/pepper, jane/thor M, 92k

Summary: “…do as ye will.”

Toni Stark, small-town witch, has served as the head of the Cravenswood town coven for a decade all the while assisting the police in occult-related crime. Between her and Detective Steve Rogers, nothing that happens in Cravenwood is too big to handle - not even the reappearance of her estranged brother… that is, until someone starts ritually murdering townspeople.

As the death toll climbs and a conservative religious group begins to cast blame upon the town witches, something monstrous begins to stir up Craven’s Woods. Faced with an unknown Craft and drawing the suspicions of the citizens she swore to protect, Toni must put an end to the killings before whatever is haunting the woods comes out into the light.

Fear lives in a small town.

black velvet (ao3) - royal_chandler E, 1k

Summary: It’s Halloween and Tony does too much of a remarkable job with Steve’s costume.

breath of a fish (ao3) - picturecat G, 4k

Summary: Their relationship was courteous, as it must be for any two witches who had no interest in feuding with one another properly. But to someone he could trust not to repeat his words, Steve often complained that Stark was basically a warlock, the way he carried on with esoteric nonsense and ignoring the needs of the people. For his part, Steve had no idea what Stark’s objection to him was. He knew only that the man so obviously delighted in teasing Steve that the people of their town regularly placed bets on when they expected them to come to blows.

devilish delight (ao3) - muchmoremajestic E, 3k

Summary: Steve is in for a surprise when Tony picks out their Halloween costumes.

does not play well with others (ao3) - usedupshiver T, 11k

Summary: While sneaking into the Starks’ abandoned home, Steve makes the startling discovery that even though no Stark is living in the house anymore, not all of them have actually left.

haunted vacation (ao3) - pinkhairnoshoes steve/tony, ben/may T, 31k

Summary: Tony and Steve invite Ben and May on a vacation to a cottage upstate. It’s a good chance to disconnect from technology and enjoy the summer out in the country. The house seems normal enough until Peter starts having nightmares and seeing ghosts. Unexplained things are starting to happen. Steve and Tony are getting increasingly frustrated waking up to things being out of place or damaged. Peter is getting increasingly worried when he wakes up with dirt and grass on his feet but no memory of leaving his bed. The adults assume Peter is acting out for attention. They don’t see the ghosts or notice that the house is having an effect on them too.

keep it a secret (ao3) - SmileAndASong G, 3k

Summary: Tony decides to surprise Steve by having Peter dress up as Captain America for Halloween. Steve decides to surprise Tony by having Peter dress up as Iron Man for Halloween. Peter now has two secrets to keep, two costumes to wear, and two loving fathers that he doesn’t want to disappoint.

Meatball Eyes and Sparks Fly (ao3) - endof_theline G, 4k

Summary: Steve and Tony’s first date at a Halloween theme park, where they eat meatball eyes and sparks fly...

protective (ao3) - glyphsbowtie T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony are watching a Halloween film with the Avengers. When Tony notices Steve feeling a little afraid, he has to intervene.

sexy soldier cap (ao3) - Neverever T, 1k

Summary: Steve buys a completely inappropriate costume for Tony’s party and has to improvise.

take me out (and let me hold you tight) (ao3) - MusicalLuna T, 3k

Summary: Steve daydreams about holding Tony’s hand, and Halloween might just be the best chance he’s got for making dreams reality.

the reason for the season (ao3) - Captain_Panda T, 10k

Summary: Tony loves Halloween. Steve does not. Tony wants to celebrate. Steve does not.

Hint: Tony wins.

The Avengers tag along. Spooky shenanigans ensue.

The trick’s a treat. (ao3) - captainstars E, 2k

Summary: Tony is very excited to show Steve his Halloween constume. Steve’s got a little surprise of his own planned.

trick or treat (ao3) - Katieb18 T, 6k

Summary: Peter loved Halloween, especially because it was one of the only times in the year that he was allowed sugary things. He couldn’t wait to have so much that his tummy ached! Tony and Steve are not as excited as Peter. All they want is to come through this Halloween without having to deal with Peter post sugar rush. But such was the life of overprotective parents.

Trick or Tsums (ao3) - muchmoremajestic G, 1k

Summary: Steve's never really been into Halloween, but Steve-tsum just might change that.

Wishing You A Haunting Night (ao3) - EchoSiriusRumme G, 4k

Summary: Stony Halloween-y goodness, filled with fluffy and spooky moments galore!

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #halloween #steve rogers #tony stark #halloween masterlist

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