#Thor shows up and Loki is like. oh. guess I’ll destroy Jotunheim since you’re here to expose me

[worstloki]

Thor 1 is fun because Loki suffers from overthinking before he does stuff and Thor suffers from not thinking until after he’s done stuff and they both end up with the same results: making bad decisions

[veliseraptor]

okay let’s try this.

Here are my WIPs! Send me a number and I’ll add 150 words to that story or edit for 15 minutes, depending on how complete it is. If I get the same number multiple times, I have to write more for that fic!

Eleven WIPs eligible for this meme under the read more.

1. Loki’s expression twisted, spasming for a moment before he wiped it utterly blank. “What do you want,” he said, and if Steve could see how tightly he was wound he was doing a passable imitation of that not being the case. Thor looked at Steve and appeared to resolve to ignore him. 

“Loki,” he said darkly. “You should not be here.”Loki’s lip curled. “Nor should you. Or has the All-Father deemed his beloved son above the law?” (Thunderstorms)

2. “I am – not weak.” Ren grabbed onto Hux’s jacket and dragged himself upright, eyes boring into Hux’s only a few inches away. “I killed General Solo. What have you done? Built a bigger Death Star only to lose it moments later?” He sneered. 

“I destroyed Coruscant,” Hux snapped back. “I crushed the Alliance capital at a single stroke-”

“And clearly that has done so much to weaken their resistance.” The wound across Ren’s face ploughed through his features, a furrow of ruined flesh it was hard to look away from. Hux gritted his teeth.

“I saved your pathetic life, Ren.”

Oddly, that made Ren let go. He pushed Hux away and took a stumbling step back. “Not of your own initiative, I think,” he said, but the anger was gone from his voice. Hux was almost disappointed. He wanted a brawl like he hadn’t since the Academy, even if Ren wouldn’t supply much of one right now. (we will all burn together)

3. Even confined to the dungeons, Loki haunted Odin.

He lurked in the empty place Frigga kept stubbornly set at the family table. He hovered, unnamed, in the corners of council meetings on the Jotunheim question. He circled the fringes of troubling dreams in which a rangy, lean, half-feral Loki stalked and tore apart his younger self, while Odin stood by and watched. (The Breaking Light)

4. “Out of curiosity,” Natasha said. “How far did Amora go before she turned you over to the other guy you won’t name?” The wound looked at least to her like it was healing well. Natasha was almost jealous. The harsh edge on Loki’s breathing reminded her that the price was having to do this without any painkillers whatsoever; that mitigated the jealousy some. 

“It is…blurry,” Loki said, after a moment. 

Natasha pressed her lips together. “It doesn’t seem a little weird to you that it’d be hard to draw a line between what was – sexy fun and what was torture and betrayal?” (Privation)

5. “Loki,” Thor said. He did not feel any shame for the rawness in his voice, the layers of feeling: anger, relief, confusion. “Is it truly you?”

“An interesting question, semantically speaking,” Loki said, and it was his voice, caustic and clipped and achingly familiar. “What does it mean to be truly oneself?”

Thor worked moisture into his mouth. “You – you are alive.”  

“Apparently.” (Sword Age, Wolf Age)

6. “Loki,” Steve called after him. He paused. “If this…if this happens again? Don’t…I’d rather you didn’t wait three hours to do something about it.”

“That is not an order either,” Loki said, back still turned to him. 

“No,” Steve said. “It isn’t. I don’t want to control your every move. I just want to keep everyone safe. Including you.” 

“Of course,” Loki said silkily. “Would not want beloved Thor to be upset.” He left, walk still a little unsteady. Steve went to the doorway to look after him, frowning, a distinct sinking feeling in his stomach that everything had just gotten a lot more complicated. And probably unpleasant. (Tear My Castle Down)

7. Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross announced at a press conference yesterday that the alien known as Loki is in government custody. 

The announcement came in the midst of controversy surrounding Secretary Ross’s handling of the crisis precipitated by the explosion at the signing of the Sokovia Accords. Ross stated that Loki had been apprehended after some time of eluding pursuit. While he assured listeners that there was no need to panic, many were alarmed by the implication that Loki, who was believed to have been removed after his attack in 2012, has been on Earth for an indefinite amount of time. (keep your bright eyes looking up to the sky)

8. “Do Asgardians – Aesir – even get married?” Bucky asked. “What does it mean to them? Have you thought about that?” 

Steve frowned, a little – hurt. “Are you trying to talk me out of it? Do you think it’s a bad idea?” 

“I don’t know,” Bucky said. “I’m just…surprised, I guess.” He paused. “Married. Yeesh.”

Steve looked down at his hands. “It’s not – it’s not a done deal or anything. I just…” It felt sappy and romantic and stupid, trying to put his thoughts into words. “I need to stop putting things off for later,” he said finally. “And Loki…I want him to know that I’m serious. He has so many fears about people leaving and I…” 

 Bucky’s expression had gone odd again. “And that’s not something you worry about at all,” he said, a little too softly to be wry. (as we dream by the fire)

9. The first time he saw mention of the Avengers it was like a sharp stab to the chest. He slipped a newspaper from a stand and read the entire article, but it was not truly about the Avengers at all: merely about the Captain, who had apparently uncovered a deep-seated corruption in the ruling class of his country. Loki had almost entirely lost interest when Thor’s name caught his eye, like a magnet:

After the incident in Greenwich last year, when a battle involving Thor wreaked havoc on the city, some are starting to question the potential cost of having these superhumans in our midst. “We must be grateful for the exposure of these dangerous elements,” Senator Brand, D-NY, said at a press conference. “The question must be asked, however: who pays for the damage?”

Loki read the short sentence bearing Thor’s name over and over as though it might reveal some secret to him. It did not. His mind supplied to him the image of Thor in Asgard, raising a goblet high and carousing with his friends in celebration. He probably doesn’t even think of you, the poisonous whisper assured him. The moment he looked away from your corpse you were as good as gone. (post svartalfheim au)

10. Now it was Sharon’s turn to look awkward. “This is a decent building, Steve, but sound still travels.”

Oh, Steve realized. Oh, damn. She’d heard Loki and thought it was him, and he should’ve figured something like this would happen but he’d been operating on some stupid hope that somehow it wouldn’t be an issue? Like that had ever been true.

“Uh,” he said, scrambling for an explanation. “I’m – it’s fine. Honestly.” Oh, that sounded honest, and explained everything, absolutely. He didn’t want Sharon to think – oh, hell. What she already thought, obviously, and he could feel his face getting warm but on the other hand there wasn’t exactly a viable alternative. That screaming you’ve heard is just Loki – yes, that Loki – having fits on my couch because Hydra had him in a concrete dungeon for two years doing god knows what. 

“Steve,” Sharon said, and then stopped, making a face. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s none of my business.” 

“I didn’t mean that,” Steve protested. “I really am-” He realized belatedly that he hadn’t shaved in almost twenty-four hours, had slept only in two or three hour intervals, and his clothes were hopelessly rumpled because he’d forgotten to do laundry this week. Based on the look Sharon was giving him, it showed. He closed his eyes for a second to hold back the urge to swear. “It’s been a long week,” he said. (Steve Rogers’ Halfway House for Notorious Supervillains)

11. “You can’t-” Clint cut off, clenching his teeth. “You can’t fucking do that. Just, just walk out-” He took a harsh breath. “Fuck you. And sit down.”

Loki’s eyebrows pulled very slightly together. “Pardon?”

Clint pointed at the couch. “Sit. Down. Just – sleep on it. At least. All right? Give it a day before you make any stupid, drastic decisions.”

Loki just looked at him blankly. “I was not asking,” he started to say.

“I don’t care,” Clint said harshly. “You owe me. So sit. Stay. Twenty-four hours. Think about my suggestion.”

Loki didn’t move to sit down. “I know what I want, Agent Barton.”

“Too bad,” Clint snapped. “You don’t get what you want.” (we’re not friends, we’re strangers with memories)