#i was so into strangefrost back in the day

[manilovetumblerusernames]

Cleaned up these sketches :D

[hayanwulf]

i NEED more of vampire stephen and blood donor loki

please-😭

Click here to read the first part of StrangeFrost Vamp!Stephen

I apologize to those readers who read my stuff only for M/M lmao, I’ve always viewed Loki as genderfluid and it has a heavy influence on the way I write them in a relationship.

“Stephen.”

Stephen ignored the call, buried nose-deep in his book.

“Oh just, put that away, will you?”

No, he couldn’t. He had been a vampire for nearly a week now, and there was still no solution in sight. None of the standard spells worked for him, because he had apparently been turned by a ‘pure blood’. So he had to find a solution, and soon.

He refused to live as a monster that needed to hurt other beings in order to survive.

Suddenly the book was snatched away from his hold. Stephen blinked dumbly, looking up at Loki’s retreating back.

“Loki, give it back. I need to find a reversal spell.”

Loki dropped the book on the other corner of the table with a thud, turning to face him. “What you need is some respite. You’ve been hiding in here for days. Let us go out, have some fresh air, as your Midgardians say.”

Stephen turned to look at the window.

The sun was high in the sky, and warm sunlight was streaming in through the open gap. The heat it brought in didn’t hurt Stephen, he had modified the Sanctum’s wards for his own safety the moment he had felt vitalized enough for it.

Stephen longed for the sun, though. He missed the warm, comforting feel of Fall sunlight on his skin.

He sighed tiredly, turning back to Loki. “You want me to step out in the sun?” He asked dryly.

Loki scoffed. “What do you take me for? I might thoroughly enjoy causing you a little mischief, but I’m not that callous. No. I had a much discrete place in mind.” With that, Loki held out a hand for him.

Stephen once glanced at the hand, then at the book that lay on the far corner of his table.

Well. It wasn’t like he was ever going to find the solution today itself.

He stood up and took Loki’s hand.

That familiar feel of Loki’s seiðr wrapped all around his body and he freely gave himself up to it. For a very brief moment, he was engulfed by a void, a state where his body existed everywhere and nowhere. It was an odd feeling, being teleported through Loki’s magic. It would certainly feel jarring for any non-magic person. Stephen, however, always found comfort in it.

When he could feel his physical form again, the landscape had changed.

They stood in the middle of a vast, snowy desert.

The night sky overhead was alive with swirling ribbons of colors, a hundred different shades of greens, purples, and blues, dancing across the heavens in graceful waves. The constellations of a million stars seemed almost dim in comparison as the auroras shimmered and twisted, casting a soft, almost magical glow on the snow.

As a sorcerer, Stephen had been to worlds unknown, had witnessed spectacles unseen.

Yet, it was the comparatively simplistic beauty of Aurora Australis that had him thoroughly enchanted.

I suppose there’s no place like home, he mused as he walked a slow circle, taking in the view of the entire South Pole sky.

A shimmer of actual magic at the corner of his eyes caught his attention, and he glanced down to find greenish-gold sparks of magic coming to life around Loki.

“I watched this Midgardian movie the other day,” Loki said conversationally as his green magic poured down to the snow, spreading all around under their feet, as though inspecting the snow. Gently probing it, forming a connection with it.

“You watched a movie?” Stephen asked with a raised eyebrow. “What happened to ‘you Midgardian’s methods of entertainment are all dull and inferior’?”

Loki rolled his eyes. “Fine. I did not wish to watch it. But the Spider Child looked like he would have wept if I were to refuse him.”

Well, Peter’s puppy eyes had that kind of effect on pretty much any living being. So Stephen was going to allow that excuse.

Loki continued. “There was a queen, of ice. She made a palace with nothing but her own ability.”

Ah, Frozen. Of course, Stephen thought, as he watched the green shimmer of magic disappear into the snow, binding itself with the ice.

“I believe I can do it better than her,” Loki declared with a smirk.

Stephen hummed, eyes challenging as they stared at the Asgardian. “Be my guest.”

Loki took a step closer to Stephen, and as she did, she changed into her female form. Her robes changed from her usual battle-ready Asgardian garbs, into something a lot more suited for a princess in some royal ball. It wasn’t quite similar to Elsa’s, but was regal in its own right, with the touch of a fashion style that was undeniably Loki. It was a beautiful emerald green. A long, deep green cloak grew out from Loki’s shoulders as she took another step towards Stephen.

She took another step, slamming it down on the snow authoritatively, and her magic flared to life beneath their feet. Stephen watched in awe as a hexagonal platform formed under them and rose, six pillars around their platform rising higher to form a beautiful enclosure. He could smell Loki’s magic in the air as the ice shifted and transformed into beautiful crystals, forming a palace around the two of them. It was a parody of Elsa’s palace in Let it Go, though not identical, and had the influence of an architecture that was positively Asgardian.

“So, whose did you like more?” Loki’s voice drew Stephen’s attention, and it was only then that he realized that the structure’s formation had long since finished, and he was still marveling at all the details and the beauty of ice around him. He turned to her, and found her gazing at him with a satisfied smirk.

He huffed. “That smirk in your face tells me you already know the answer.”

She tilted her head, a perfect picture of oblivious. “Do I?”

The large icy doors to the balcony were open behind the goddess, beautiful lights of aurora visible from Stephen’s spot. The way it painted the backdrop behind a Loki who looked every bit the graceful Princess that she was, Stephen didn’t think he could take his eyes off of her even if he tried to.

“This is beautiful, Loki.”

You’re beautiful, he didn’t say, even though he really wanted to.

The bloodlust inside him slowly began to nudge his way up, reminding him what he had become now, reminding him that he might never have a human life ever again.

Even if he refused to acknowledge that.

[the-chickenshit-oddity]

StrangeIronFrost 20:

Okay so this is mostly StrangeFrost (or whatever that's called) but I don't have a metaphorical binder for that so we'll fit it in here. (more like shoving it)

What if the thing that made Kamar Taj's library so special and awesome is because they share it with Asgard. Back in the day, wizards or sorcerers or mages or whatever they used to call themselves were, like, super cool on Asgard. But then the whole "let's club people over the head and drink beer for fun" thing took over and the library kinda went into disuse. Except that now Loki's there and really into magic/seidr stuff and keeps reading all the books he can find about it.

Now what would happen if both Stephen and Loki didn't know they shared a library and started pulling on the same book, each from their own side of the shelf?

(now the bullshit part for my organisational obsession's sake. Tony's pen pals with Loki since he left Midgard after Avengers 1 and Tony was curious about why the hell no one else noticed the obvious mind fuckery at play there. We're moving DS up closer to Avengers 1 for this. Tony is also buddies with Stephen since their fancy rich playboy days. So here he is, listening to his two friends complain to him about "that sorcerer wanna-be who tried to steal a book from the royal library" and "that arrogant pompous jerk who thinks his so-called status would ever make me give up on reading the book I want" and somehow, that turns into a threeway romance)

(sorry this is the length of a fucking novel)

[thedragonemperess]

you wanted made up fic titles

ok

try a few

"dreams of daisies"

"the really long slowburn with a great title: by fall out boy"

"sunshine through a shattered window"

im begging you to make these angsty somehow

These are so easy to make angsty, dude

Dreams Of Daisies: A maybe 25 chapter Julie and the Phantoms fic where it's two stories going on at the same time. The first one is an aged-up Julie going about her day, with simple tasks flipping to flashbacks of her and Luke. They all have to do with flowers, specifically daisies. (For example, her filling a mug with coffee flashes back to them picnicking in a flower field and Luke pouring her something to drink in the same way.) The last chapter is her leaving her house for the day, and the flashback is Luke and the others crossing over.

The Really Long Slowburn With A Great Title: By Fall Out Boy: 30 to 40 chapter Marvel fic focusing on Strangefrost. They share moments between missions and on them together with a few in the Sanctum and in New Asgard mixed in. All the while, there's a bigger threat forming. When they finally get together (after a lot of heartbreak completely separate from each other [Thor dying, Christine being put into a coma, Wanda being imprisoned, etc.), it's while they're in tears on the battlefield. Stephen flies up to deal with the threat using some of his magic, while Loki takes care of things on the ground. When everything is over, Stephen is dead. Loki has to be dragged away from the ruins and is only left with Levi.

Sunshine Through A Shattered Window: 5 + 1 Cars oneshot centered around Doc/Sheriff. It takes place after Doc's death. An alternate title could be '5 Times Sheriff Was Held Back (And The 1 Time He Broke Down).' It's a series of him going through Doc's things, comforting the others, distracting himself with work, all of that stuff. It spans across the years between Cars 1 and Cars 2, the moment he breaks down being the moment he learns that they're officially renaming the Piston Cup after Doc.

I hope this meets your expectations!!! Lol

(Also, if anyone wants to write these, just, like, tag and credit me. I would enjoy reading these IMMENSELY.)

[lailyn]

Argh, I know, I shouldn't be greedy, but I just love a good whump fic and I love Strangefrost and I love your writing... so, might I humbly ask for another?? Maybe?? For the - I don't know - the digestive system maybe?

Here ya go! This one's a bit longer, it kinda got away from me. 😅

A Fool For You

It began with a relic gone missing. A sword forged in blood and tears, the sword was said to have been used to lop off the head of a tyrannical emperor after he had used it to slaughter his own brothers, all six of them. 

It was a dangerous katana that required a calming ritual at every turn of the century to temper its blade, for it could turn the susceptible, the most innocent into murderous monsters. 

Stephen had been lucky to escape unharmed that morning when he awoke to the blade pressed against his throat, wielded by an invisible hand, controlled by long-range magic.

Stephen had been lucky Loki was there to banish the spectral intruder and restore the katana to its resting place in the Sanctum vault under lock and key. 

Reading the blade that had almost taken his human from him only led them back to Kamar-Taj, but the trail ended there. 

There was a traitor in their midst. 

"Nothing's going to happen to me." 

Or so Stephen kept insisting. 

Loki was no fool. It would take more than vapid assurances to assuage this urge in him to tear whoever dared harm a hair on Stephen's head limb from limb.

Wong thought it could be a Zealot who might have escaped from having to join Kaecilius on his eternal journey to be one with the Dark Lord Dormammu. 

Stephen made a sound argument of the low probability, seeing how the Dark Dimension was as good as sealed forever with the Book of Cagliostro gone, but Loki had disguised himself as one of them that very night and searched each and every Master, fellow and apprentice for the telltale mark on the forehead. 

If someone cared for his opinion, Loki thought Stephen was being too complacent with his life.

"Loki, I am not going to lock myself up in the Mirror Dimension!" 

Stephen had the gall to laugh at Loki's suggestion. For that, Loki did not speak to him for an entire day. 

As the night grew closer, Stephen had given up trying to apologise for something he did not believe he did wrong and resigned himself to the idea of attending the communal dinner at Kamar-Taj without his plus one. Sorcerer Supremes had traditionally been lonesome creatures, and initially Stephen even thought of himself as such. 

Until he met Loki. 

Stephen abhorred gossip. If the Sorcerer Supreme and the (reformed) God of Mischief were indeed an item, he would rather come clean about it than suffer salacious stories being passed around behind his back. 

But since Loki was a no-show, Stephen was going to suffer them for one more day, until he could figure out what to do...or what not to do. When it came to Loki, abstaining was just as important. 

So that was how Stephen had come to sit at the head of the table, flanked by a representative from the other two Sanctums. Wong had drawn the short straw by virtue of his being Stephen's second-in-command and sadly had to stay behind in New York.

A young man barely out of his teens came to the high table with a set of tea. 

“A new apprentice. I recruited him from the streets of Kowloon City,” Master Murata murmured in the Sorcerer Supreme’s ear. “I think he’s got potential.”

Stephen looked at the scabies burrows in the webs between the boy’s fingers, the badly damaged nails from a chronic nail-biting problem superimposed with a fungal infection. 

Must have been homeless, he deduced. Family problems? A runaway?

Stephen watched as the boy poured a pinkish golden liquid into the three cups in front of them. It glittered with edible gold petals. 

“Sour plum tea,” Master Murata nodded in approval. He held up his cup, “Here’s to our Sorcerer Supreme. May you live in interesting times.”

If the wording sounded odd, it could only be due to the Guardian of the Hong Kong Sanctum’s oriental heritage. 

Stephen surreptitiously waited for both Guardians to finish drinking first before raising his own cup to his lips to take his first sip.

"Sorcerer Supreme, there you are!"

"Wong?" Stephen's forehead furrowed at the sight of his friend marching down the dais toward him. "What are you doing here?"

Wong grabbed the cup out of the Sorcerer Supreme's hand and drank it all in one gulp. 

"That hit the spot," he declared, delicately fingering the corners of his lips. 

"M-Master Wong," Master Murata stammered. 

"What's gotten into you?" Stephen muttered. He held out the empty cup for a refill, but Wong quickly grabbed his wrist. "Wong!"

The apprentice scurried away with the tray; Wong followed the retreating form with his eyes until the boy disappeared amongst the dinner crowd. 

With a wide smile Stephen had never seen the likes of it on Wong’s face before, his best friend boldly grabbed him around the wrist and yanked him out of his seat. "This is simply no time to be drinking! Come, I have much to tell you!"

"It's just tea," Stephen grumbled, more curious than embarrassed at being manhandled in public.  

Just as they passed a few Masters in the hall, Wong stumbled and would have fallen had Stephen not caught his friend. 

“Really, Wong, one would think you had been imbibing…” Stephen's voice trailed off at the sight of perspiration dotting his friend's forehead. “Wong?”

“Take me to your room,” Wong grunted, and Stephen froze, for Wong’s voice suddenly sounded so much like -

“Loki?”

In the blink on an eye, Stephen teleported them to his room and Wong slowly sank to his knees with a soft, forlorn sigh; his form shimmered as all manner of glamour dropped, revealing Loki's shaking form. 

At the tell-tale shudder, Stephen quickly grabbed a trash can from under his desk and shoved it under Loki's head just in time to catch the first of his stomach contents. 

"Poison?"

Loki nodded frantically as another wave of extreme nausea surged up his gullet.

"But how? We were all drinking the same thing!" Stephen demanded.  

“It wasn't the tea,” Loki gasped. “It was the cup.” 

"If you knew it was poisoned, why couldn't you have just told me? Why did you have to drink it?" Stephen berated.

"Now you have evidence," Loki managed in between gasps. "Somebody was trying to kill you."

Loki lashed out a hand which his lover caught unthinkingly; into Stephen's palm Loki pressed the ceramic cup he had drunk from. 

"It's the lacquer," he wheezed; the pain raging in his stomach was making it difficult to breathe. "It...reacted with the gold leaf. Turned the tea."

Stephen stared at the object in his hand. True enough, the urushiol lacquer had corroded away, leaving behind a suspicious white deposit that had formed a sediment at the bottom of the cup. 

Loki had done it all on purpose...impersonating Wong, stealing Stephen's drink right under his nose and making sure everyone saw him drink out of the Sorcerer Supreme's cup -

And stumbling in the hallway with witnesses around had been in part an act, the rest of it very, very real...as real as the blood dribbling down Loki’s chin as his body tried to purge the poison. He heaved and heaved uncontrollably into the trash can, his long hair limp and matted to his scalp like a crown of thorns.

But before Stephen could hold his hair back for him, another violent cramp folded Loki in half, his desperate cry of the kind Stephen had never heard out of the God of Mischief before.

"Oh, Loki…" Stephen could not help but moan. "Why must you always do this?"

Loki shuddered and wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. He slowly sank to the floor, prostrating on the tatami mat, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. 

"I'll live," he sighed. "You wouldn't have."

Stephen leveled his writhing lover with a frosty look. "What made you think I could live with this on my conscience?"

Loki's eyes fluttered to a close. "As long as you lived, I don't particularly care."

Stephen heaved a sigh of frustration and sickening anxiety. "What can I do?"

"Hang the perpetrators by their entrails, that would be a start," Loki groaned. He curled up as tightly as his cramping muscles would allow. "Norns!" 

Stephen rummaged through his apothecary cabinet and waved potion after potion of possible remedial value, only for every jar to be waved away. 

"I've purged it all." Loki bared teeth slick with blood in a grotesque grimace as he tried to breathe through the worst of the cramps. "It's just the sequelae now."

Tears sprang to Stephen's eyes as he dropped onto his knees next to his ill lover. "You are such a fool."

Loki chuckled weakly. "Ah yes, that I am. A fool for you."

A furious tear escaped and made its way down Stephen's cheek. He gathered Loki's long limbs in his arms and lifted the trembling figure gently into his lap, holding him upright. "I'm such a fool."

"Stephen, don't." Utterly exhausted, Loki could do no more than squeeze the protective arm around his neck. "I'm alright. Truly."

"I will find whoever did this," he heard Stephen vow in his ear and the tension drained out of Loki's body like water.

"Good," Loki hummed faintly. 

If putting himself in jeopardy was what it took to get Stephen to give a damn about his own life...then Loki had no objection whatsoever. Nor had he any objection to the comfortable weight of Stephen's hand on his aching belly, or to the healing magic furious at work, aiding the repair of any internal damage caused by the poison. 

"I am going to sleep now," Loki murmured, sagging in Stephen's embrace like a sack of bones. 

As Loki drifted off into a restorative slumber, he could hear Stephen mumble something in his ear. It sounded a lot like 'I love you', but Loki could not be sure.

Stephen was just going to have to say it again when next he awakened.

[depressedtransguy]

10 hugs and strangefrost

Stephen had been gone for about a week. All dressed up on some important mission with Wong to stop some sort of interdimensional beast, or... whatever, he was doing something important. Loki hadn't been able to listen too well as his partner's fingers were delicately tracing his skull and carefully braiding his black locks while he explained that he'd be leaving for a bit seven days prior. He supposed that he had no one but himself to blame, but the most important thing wasn't what he was doing, it was that he got home safe and quickly. Of which he hadn't done so far.

The god wasn't too worried, at least not yet, Stephen was frequently out of contact with him while he was working, so currently his only grievance was that he had to sleep alone. Sometimes he told himself that he should be used to it after a life of sleeping alone. Such was true, but after being held in the sorcerer supreme's unfairly hot arms, and especially after no other partner he had had before cared for him as much as he had, he felt that he deserved to never sleep alone again, and to complain heavily when he was forced to do so. Sleeping alone was just... boring. There was no cuddling, no kisses, and in a sort of opposition, a shit ton of nightmares. Which was always fun.

Loki had frequently been plagued with night terrors for years that never seemed to relent, but when he had the first privilege of curling up into Stephen's arms, all of them seemed to fade away and let him get a good night's rest for once. And thankfully, even when Stephen had to be away from him, they usually still stayed at bay while he slept comfortably in his partner's bed. But the fear was still underlying at all times.

His fears actually didn't take too long to come true.

It was the seventh night. As usual, he curled up into a ball under Stephen's covers with a goat squishmallow he was gifted for his birthday that he still didn't know how his boyfriend figured out and scrolled through the dumpster fire of an app that was tumblr until he finally passed out into dreamland.

Or nightmareland. But that didn't have as good of a ring to it.

Less than three hours later he found himself jerking awake in complete darkness with his heart racing 100 miles an hour and an invisible but unmovable weight on his chest, forcing him to rake his nails down his throat in a weak attempt to gain his ability to breath back and arch his back as if that would force the air out of him. But then a hand suddenly slipped onto his spine and another pulled him into a hug, the meeting of chest to chest finally making his breathing kick in, and the feeling of another person against him grounding him back from the past he had been reliving. He knew it was Stephen without having to see his face. "Thank you," Loki sobbed softly into his shoulder, face tucked into his neck and hands making fists in the back of his robes. "I fucking love you so much."

"I love you too," Stephen whispered back as he peppered small kisses along his partner's exposed skin. "But try to focus on your breathing right now honey, you're safe now."

Stephen kept assuring Loki that he was present with him and safe as he lightly rubbed his back, breath warming his neck and speech practically making him melt more into his comforting grip with every word. "I'd never let them hurt you again."

"That's because most of them are dead, Stephen," Loki murmured back, forcing him to pause in his crying to be sarcastic.

"Exactly. I'm doing a great job."

It was quite obvious that Stephen had purposefully said both statements to make his weeping slow, and Loki couldn't say that it didn't warm his heart a bit. His partner knew him well. "Well then I thank you for your service, Mr. Doctor."

Both were grinning when they pulled back, one's cheeks shining with water and the other's crusted with a little blood. "I'll only allow that 'cause you're cute."

"A thousand thank yous, darling."

The rest of the night was filled with stolen kisses and discussion about what was plaguing him, dabbled with the occasional answer to what he had done on his mission, and ending with them passing out just as sunlight began to peek through the window and light up the room. Spooning was the position of choice, Stephen's face curled into Loki's neck with their legs comfortably intertwined, tears dried and blood cleaned in order to treat them both to an actually restful sleep.

thank you sm for submitting I hope you enjoyed <33333

[dendrite-blues]

Hi just wanted to say that i recently read (devoured) reparations and permutations and i loved it so much. An amazing depiction of gender fluidity and racial and sexual themes. One of the best I have read. Also, the relationship between loki and his kids (and tony and the kids) and their distinct personalities was wonderful to see unfold. Now im in a puddle of parent!loki feels...Anyway thank you so much for writing! If you ever decide to come back to it i will definitely be reading 💕

This is the first ask I've ever gotten, will you internet marry me? jknknkljkjkj

It's funny that you ask this right now because I am actually on the cusp of being able to return to this verse finally.

I'm not sure if the story I'm about to tell is interesting at all, but Rep is my baby so I'm gonna babble a little. I hope that's alright. :)

The funny thing is that I've never wanted to stop writing Rep.

The day I finished it I expected to feel victorious and relieved but I actually felt hollow and lost. I went into the most intense depression for weeks after. It had been my anchor for nine of the most turbulent months of my life, and suddenly it was just gone.

I wanted it back, I wanted to see these characters living their dream life and raising their children. I wanted to see Loki finally confront their gender directly, to see them live truthfully in front of Thor and Asgard, to see them embrace their role as the God of Change.

But the story was also finished, and in a fashion I was particularly proud of. It felt satisfying, like all the little threads had been tied up and you really believed this family was going to be happy forever.

So breaking up that nice, clean ending with a sequel felt like a terrible mistake. (And in a moment of weakness I went and did it anyway! That's how much of a hoe I am for this verse *cries*) As soon as I opened up that door and moved past the happy ending, there was an ocean of other stories and headcanons waiting. And I didn't think I would ever finish it. I would be writing it my entire life.

At the time, not finishing felt taboo. My very first fic had been abandoned two years earlier and throughout writing Rep I had motivated myself by thinking "I'm never doing that again. No matter how overwhelming this story feels, I'm not giving up. I'll never fail my readers like that again."

So I forced myself to move on and write other things. Once Tamed happened and then grew past its intended ending. Endgame came out and in my grief I impulsively started If You Had to Choose. And I was steadily feeling burnt out from denying myself the pleasure of writing what I really wanted to--Permutations.

The guilt and stress of maintaining all those WIPs pushed me out of writing from May 2019 to February 2021, and I only got back into it because an RP partner reached out to me from the ether and rekindled my love for the pairing.

So at that point I had a decision and I'm honestly not sure if I made the right one.

On the one hand I could abandon Tamed and Choose, trading the guilt of not finished for the guilt of giving up, and be rewarded with writing Permutations. On the other, I could grit my teeth and stall my own gratification in the name of honoring my readers.

Because I am Rep Loki and I am incapable of setting boundaries, so I naturally chose to spend the last 6 months writing Choose, and the next three weeks writing Tamed. And then I made a bunch of new stories also out of love for Mobius and Sylive. REEEEEE

But anyway, whether it was a good move or not I chose the path of least regret and I have succeeded in clearing my old WIPs. Just this week I have finally freed myself to write whatever the hell I want to, and it feels bloody fantastic.

And what I want to write is Permutations. It's been the light at the end of my tunnel for so long. Literal years of putting off my heart's wish in the name of being responsible.

So now that I'm here, I'm ready to fuckin party.

Get ready for a festival of smut and feels and cooky family subplots. Get ready for ridiculously indulgent tangents and plots that are a pile of thinly veiled head canons. Get ready for a veritable mountain of angst, h/c, kidfic, gender/race issues, and kink exploration.

My best guess (and I'm pretty accurate because I hit my deadlines well) is that new Perm chapters will come out late August/early September 2021.

A StrangeFrost spin off about Timestone Loki from Chapter 11 will come shortly after that. Probably October/November since I'm planning to prewrite that one. It's a very intense, dark story even for me, so I want to get it beta read for sensitivity before posting.

And anytime I write this verse there's always little oneshots and things that come up, so I'm willing to bet Cornucopia will be updated too.

You're getting so much more Reparations, my friend. And soon.

Thanks so much for reading and sending me my first ask. It's so nice to talk about this and to finally get the news out there that the story isn't over yet!

[ziggyzagreus]

Three numbers here, just because. How's 9, 22, and 30?

ooooooooooh these are good!!!

9. do you set yourself deadlines?

Yes, I definitely try to set deadlines!! As I mentioned in the previous ask, I don’t have a lot of time to write AND write predominantly oneshots, so I really try to limit myself to about one day for writing and one day for editing if I don’t have any schoolwork or anything in the way. Back in the day before like - winter break, I guess - I tried to post a oneshot or a chapter of SOMETHING every week, but that fizzled out because of school pressure and I’ve been sick for a month and definitely had a bunch of stuff going on that’s stopped my progress lolol. 

I’ve planned a longfic with a friend that we’re going to co-author, so hopefully that is going to get me back on track since we’ll be doing a weekly turnaround on each other for editing.... I don’t knowww though haha!

22. favorite story you’ve ever written?

I don’t have a favorite story I’ve ever written, because I love each and every one of them! They’re all unique in their own way because I put a special thought and a special feeling into each one, and they are all inspired by different things. There are some fics I’ve written that my readers have hated because the ending wasn’t what they expected, but I wrote it exactly how I wanted, you know? And there are some that I hated writing that people loved and their comments and feedback made me love them! They’re all so special to me. 

I have favorites from each fandom, too! I’ll plug some here to boost my own ego, haha!

Favorites for Hades: “Love is like Sailing by Moonlight” 

Favorite for Fire Emblem: Three Houses: “Tell Your Gatekeeper That You Love Him!” and “Inseparable” 

Favorite for The Witcher: “Saturation” and “Be My Vessel, If Only For Tonight”

And I also love some others for fandoms that I’ve only written one or two fics for, like “Speak to Me of Dragon Fire” for The Hobbit and “Not Making a Scene” for the Mandalorian. 

And as I mentioned, I’m working on a longfic for The Mandalorian with a friend that is the first project I’ve been excited for in a really long time, so I’m hoping it turns out well!! We’ve spent about two weeks planning and are going to get to writing once some of our personal life stuff gets settled out. 

30. hardest part of writing?

The hardest part of writing is honestly being proud of it. It’s so easy to feel like what you’ve written isn’t good enough or won’t get noticed, especially when you’re in the middle of a project and take a break, or going back to edit. One of my biggest discouragers is when I have a really really good idea that I’m excited for, but I either don’t have the energy or for some reason my own writing isn’t living up to my own expectations. (For example, I have a StrangeFrost/MCU longfic planned that I’ve put on hiatus because the quality of the writing felt really bad because I was in a bad headspace, and I started getting some mean comments on the fic itself and decided to take a break). 

That being said!!! REBLOG PEOPLE’S FICS. AND DON’T COMMENT ANYTHING MEAN!!! IF YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING NICE TO SAY, DON’T SAY ANYTHING AT ALL. DON’T TRY AND TELL AUTHORS HOW TO CONTINUE THEIR OWN STORY: DON’T ASK THEM WHY THEY CHOOSE TO DO CERTAIN THINGS TO CHARACTERS. TELL THEM IF YOU LIKED IT OR “HATED” IT (IRONICALLY) BUT DON’T DISCOURAGE.

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Anyways, I had to get that off my chest. Thanks for the ask though, and for letting me rant!! Have a great night!!!

[themculibrary]

hello! any ironstrange, frostiron/ironfrost or strangefrost/froststrange fics? or the 3 of them? thanks x

ironstrange:

hey, stephen (i've been holding back this feeling) (ao3) - hopelessrdj

Summary: Tony Stark and Stephen Strange have never met each other before until the day every student at their university gets forced into attending one co-educative class not connected to their major. Both geniuses end up in the music department and in order to make it more interesting they come up with a competition between the two of them.

Holding Hope (ao3) - Beau16

Summary: A one night stand leaves Tony with an unexpected result. Tony's not sure he can raise a kid on his own, not with his own upbringing ringing in his ears.

Rhymes in the Atlas (ao3) - EaSnowPw

Summary: Tony Stark has a crush. And he keeps messing up.

Three Little Words (ao3) - Sanctum_Sanctorum

Summary: Stephen Strange has been dating Tony Stark for six months now and he's never been happier. He wants to give his boyfriend the date night to remember but what do you give a billionaire who has everything when you have nothing left to give? And what about those three little words that Stephen has wanted to say to him for months?

I love you.

froststrange:

Getting Warmer (ao3) - surveycorpsjean

Summary: Loki flirts his way into Stephen's bedroom, silver tongued and seductive, and Stephen is ever so weak to say no.

It's just casual. No strings attached. Zero commitments.

Stephen is totally fine with this.

The Amendment (ao3) - Laily

Summary: Doctor Stephen Strange and Prince Loki Odinson have been blessed with a beautiful baby boy. They think it is now time to try for another baby, but as always life, other stuff and sheer bad luck gets in the way.

The Contract (ao3) - Laily

Summary: An awkward dinner party brings Doctor Stephen Strange and Loki of Asgard together; though ill-at-ease, still they seek the company of each other, being the odd ones out. One wakes up somewhat rested, the other in the worst pain of his life.

Thor is not a happy camper.

You want us to sign the WHAT? (ao3) - oceankat8

Summary: What if Civil War happened about a year after Ragnarok? What if the Revengers had finally made their way home, only to find out that Earth may not be where they belong after all? What if some dumbass named Ross tells Thor to sign the accords and actually expects him to just.. like.. do that? Well, let's find out shall we?

Loki/Tony/Stephen:

Custody (ao3) - Avengers_Whore

Summary: He couldn’t bind himself to an alpha who’d nearly killed him even if that alpha was the father of his two pups. He’d sworn off alphas and was single-mindedly determined to raise his sons by himself. Until Stephen and Loki had wormed their way into his heart.

High Hopes (ao3) - kirah123jm

Summary: Civil War broke Tony. He has the Arc Reactor back, his nightmares always consist of his Ex-Fiance killing him. His panic attacks are worst then ever. All he wants to do is see his Psudeo mom. But of course Tony can't even do that. He learns she is dead, he is the Soul Stone, and he has two soulmates who have to train him to protect the nine realms from a purple grape.

I've Done Stranger Things (ao3) - White_Rabbits_Clock

Summary: Loki returns to Earth with the intention of guarding his lover from various mortal perils and keep the finger on the pulse of the cosmos by doing magical business on the side while he looks for a suitable place to raise his brood of extensively traumatized children.

Except: while he was gone, Anthony Edward Stark's comrades abandoned him, and are now back to be even more irritating than they were first time around via something called Second Chance Initiative and are now back living in the Compound with Tony. It's damned inconvenient, really. Loki was thinking that Tony would be in the occasional danger, leaving him plenty of time conduct business, but now he'll have to keep an eye on vermin after all. Ah, well. Maybe he'll get rid of his debt faster like this.

- Tori

[nyxi-styx]

Dancing in the Park

Flufftober Day 1 - StrangeFrost

The night was cool as Stephen and Loki walked through Central Park. Loki had, of course, never been and he was having a hard time focusing on the conversation when there were so many things to take in: trees, birds, flowers, squirrels, a dog over there, a child over here. It was quite unexpected since he'd though parks were meant to be quiet, peaceful places. He was halfway through his third attempt to tell Stephen the story of the time he shapeshifted into a snake to fight a mongoose- just to prove a point, only to be manhandled by a snake-loving Thor once he was victorious- when he stopped short, halting in his tracks. He appeared to be straining to listen to something. Stephen, who'd gotten a few steps ahead before he realized Loki was no longer beside him, stopped and turned. "Are you alright? What happened?" Loki shushed the sorcerer who frowned a little and returned to the man's side. "Loki?" "Music." "What?" "Music," Loki repeated firmly, appearing both confused and awestruck. "So many things going on in this park already and now there's music."

"Oh. Yes, there's a quartet that plays in the gazebo on the first Saturday evening of every month," Stephen confirmed. "It's quite lo--" "The what?" "The gazeb- Oh, come on. I'll show you." Stephen took Loki's hand in his and led him up the path they'd been walking, following a slight curve to the left until a white wooden gazebo came into view. Just as Stephen had said, there were two men and two women in black formal attire playing stringed instruments inside, dimly lit by an unseen light source above them in the gazebo's ceiling. Together, they watched and listened for a brief moment. "Suite number one in G-major by Johann Sebastian Bach," Stephen identified easily. "Year 1717. Originally meant for the cello. Which is that larger instrument the woman on the far left is playing. But it's been nicely adapted for an entire quartet. This is not the first time, but they're playing very well." "It is beautiful," Loki agreed, his eyes not straying from the quartet once. "Would you care to dance?" Stephen's question caught Loki off guard and he tore his gaze from the players to look at Stephen, surprised. "...yes, I... think I'd like that." With a smile, Stephen bowed neatly, offering his hand to Loki. Loki fought back a smile of his own as he placed his hand in Stephen's and let himself be led in an impromptu waltz on the park's soft grass. Maybe Midgard wasn't so terrible. There was still magic, not just within the sorcerer, but in the little things like the music in the park and in the dancing of two lovers.

[amethyst2900]

So like, my brain is horrible and shit and loves to keep switching ideas on me soo here’s the first chapter of a Strangefrost sort of Detective AU let’s go

Read on Ao3

Stephen wasn’t a simple guy. Though from most people's perspective he was. To most people, he was just a detective who was amazingly good at his job and managed to work his way up quickly. But only a select few—well only two people—knew both sides of him. They knew the cunning detective and the Sorcerer Supreme.

Yeah, he was both of them, which was a tall order for even him. He had to run out of the office if Wong ever needed him or he had to stop in the middle of training because fucking Tony needed him on a case. It’s hard to handle sometimes, running in between so many things but having to make sure nobody knows what he’s doing. But he managed, even if he got little to no sleep.

Or like today where he’s gotten no sleep in the past forty-eight hours.

“I still don’t know why you do this to yourself,” Wong said, leaning against the door frame, watching as Stephen finished dressing himself up for work. His work clothes were simple, a white dress shirt with a dark blue vest, a black tie, and black slacks. And he was wearing the Eye of Agamotto of course, he didn’t go anywhere without it at this point.

Wong was the first one to know about this whole thing he had going on, he was his best friend after all. And he still fondly holds the memory of Wong spitting out his tea when he told him that he was going to be a detective. He remembers it every time he needs some cheering up, it always does the job.

“Because I want to help as many people as I can,” He explained like he had a thousand times before. He honestly wanted to help everyone he could, it felt like he had too. It felt like a punch in the gut if he just stood there and did nothing while innocent people got killed. So, what else was he meant to do?

“You could still help people if you were the Sorcerer Supreme full time,” He pointed out. “And you would be able to get a full night’s rest,”

“Yeah, I could, but,” He reached up and adjusted his tie a bit. “I wouldn’t be able to help like the way I am right now as a detective. I couldn’t help out in any cases, solve murders, you know the normal stuff.”

Wong shot Stephen a pointed look but he just smirked back at him. It felt like they had something like this conversation every week. It always ended the same. Wong sighed and shook his head.

“Fine, I won’t hold you back from doing it,” He smiled sadly. “Just get some sleep tonight, all right?”

Stephen smiled back at him and nodded. “I’ll try to, promise,” He said. They both knew that it meant that Stephen would try to go to sleep only if he didn’t get a good case today.

Wong gave him a nod before walking out of the room, probably on his way to Kamar-Taj.

Stephen sighed and shook his head. It was nice to know that Wong cared about him. But he didn’t want Wong to worry over him too much, even if Stephen gave him a lot to worry about.

He grabbed his leather jacket from the dresser it was lying on. Throwing it on and heading out the door, mentally preparing himself for (hopefully) a long day of paperwork with a bit of Stark being an asshole mixed in there. But what else was new?

When this first started out Wong had expected him to make a portal to work each day. Which was absurd-especially since he was trying to keep it a secret that he was a goddamned Sorcerer. Plus, he needed to get to and from crime scenes, and he occasionally had to bring people with him. He couldn’t use a portal then.

So, he bought a motorcycle to use.

Yes, he could have just bought a car, but he’s not sure he can drive one anymore without panicking and remembering….that.

Motorcycle it was.

He slid onto his motorcycle, not bothering with a helmet. He enchanted it when he first got it. It would create a force field around him if he did get in a crash and with a little bit of illusion magic anyone who wanted to see him with a helmet on would.

Stephen sighed as he put in the key and started to drive off to work.

He furrowed his eyebrows as he walked into the office; the air felt tense somehow. Nobody was talking. Not even Clint, which was amazing really. He’d have to learn what was going on so he could shut Clint up when he was getting annoying. Which was like every moment he talked.

It felt as if the whole entire office was looking at him, waiting for him to do something. Stephen glanced over at Natasha, whose desk was nearest to him.

“What the hell’s going on? I didn’t grow a third eye or something, right?” He said disguising it as a light joke. But really he was concerned since it was an actual real possibility at this point.

Natasha smiled sweetly, which was a smile that always meant trouble.

“Stark wants to see you in his office, he has a little surprise for you,” She explained with a shrug of a shoulder in the office’s general direction.

Stephen’s eyebrows furrowed even further. Why the hell would Tony want to see him? Tony left him to do his own thing, only calling him to his office when he needed him on a special case. But those were usually private meetings though, the whole precinct never really knew about them.

“Okay…?” He trailed off. He shook his head and started walking over too Tony’s office.

“Good luck Strange!” Clint called out as Stephen entered the office, closing the door behind him.

Tony was sitting at his desk, typing away at his computer. The office looked exactly how you would think Tony’s office would work once you got to know him. The walls were painted a nice hot red, making the black desk pop in the room. There were a few case files resting on the side of a desk and Stephen felt an itch in his chest to just grab one and look through it. But he could control that itch, for now at least.

Tony glanced up from his computer. “Stephen, what are you doing in here?” Tony joked with one of his classic Stark grins™.

Stephen rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m here because you wanted me here, and apparently the whole goddamned precinct knew about it before me,”

Tony leaned back in his chair. “Yeah, okay fair I have a good reason for that. Just come on sit down,” He said gesturing to the chairs that were in front of his desk.

Stephen gave Tony a quick pointed glare but moved over to sit down in one of the chairs.

“So, what is this about?” Stephen asked.

“Well, someone likes to skip the foreplay,” Tony murmured, grabbing one of the case files off the desk. He flipped through it for a moment, and Stephen couldn’t help but wonder if it actually was a special case that Tony wanted him on.

“Ah, here we go.” He gently tossed the file on the desk making it slide over to Stephen.

Stephen took the file in his ever shaking hands, but at least the shaking wasn’t too noticeable. His eyes were immediately drawn to the picture of a man with long black hair who seemed to be wearing a black suit.

“Some sort of missing person case?” He asked as he skimmed the information on the page.

Tony snorted. “No, Stephen, not everything’s a case you know,” He sighed.

“I don’t think everything is a case,” Stephen retorted as he glanced up, already annoyed with Tony even though he’d only been here for only a minute.

“Yeah sure you don’t,” Tony rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, just tell me what this is all about,”

Tony smiled, a smile that could not be any good. He put his hands behind his head.

“This is your new partner, Loki Laufeyson,”

Those words hit Stephen like a fucking fireball. No, no, Tony couldn’t have put him with a partner. He’s almost always worked alone, (with the exception of coroners and forensics of course,) only bringing other detectives to help him when he was at the end of his rope. Which was almost never. It was how he worked best; it was how he solved every case. It was how he kept his secret.

“No,” Stephen said firmly, dropping the file on the desk.

“Yes,”

“No,” He said gritting his teeth. “Stark, I can’t work with a partner, you know this already,”

“Strange I know that, but you can’t keep running around without a partner to back you up!” Tony grabbed the folder and held it back out to him.

Stephen crossed his arms. “I don’t need anyone to back me up, and if I do I’ll just ask Natasha or something,”

“She won’t be there all the time, and neither will anyone else,”

“So? Like I said I don’t need backup,”

Tony clenched his jaw.

“Don’t need backup? Strange we all need back up sometimes, and just because you haven’t been shot yet doesn’t mean that you don’t need a partner! In fact your damn lucky that you haven’t gotten shot,” It wasn’t really luck, more just he was really good at dodging bullets and really good with putting up a fight. Which were both things he never expected to be good at.

Tony had a semi-good point though. He ran into everything head first, usually without back up. But that was how he worked.

“It’s still a no from me,”

“Too bad, you’re still getting him as a partner,”

“But-”

“But nothing, you’re getting him as a partner and that’s final,” Tony said, glaring at Stephen. He glared back at Tony, he knew he couldn’t just walk out of here, or just continue to deny Tony. Neither of which would turn out that well for him.

Stephen groaned. “I’ll work one case with him and we’ll see how that goes. Deal?”

Tony smirked like he had won, which he kind of had honestly.

“Sounds good,” He said, offering the file back to him. “Now take this file, go back to your desk and learn a little about your new partner before he gets here,”

Stephen hesitantly grabbed the file from Tony. “When is he going to be here?” He asked getting up from his seat.

Tony shrugged. “Don’t know, Thor said he would be here soon, but he’s just a little uh….” Tony trailed off, glancing around the room. Stephen rose an eyebrow.

“Nervous to do this,”

Stephen slowly nodded, not quite believing what Tony was telling him. He turned on his heel and walked out the door. Today was not going to be a fun day for him.

“I am Loki, God of mischief, I should not be working for the police!” Loki said to Thor for the twentieth time during this car ride that Thor had forced him into. He could leave, just disappear from the car and go back. But he kind of wanted to stay here. To see where Thor was going with all this of course. “Brother, this will be good for you,” Thor said plain and simple. Not taking his eyes off the road for even a split second. He must be used to this by now, which was horrible. Loki would have to up his game. “Oh, yeah? Working with all your little Avenger friends will do me good?”  Loki scoffed crossing his arms against his chest, feeling the seat belt push against his neck slightly. Norns he hated this thing, he understood that Midgardians needed protection against the most simple of things. But why did they always have to make it so uncomfortable?

Thor sighed, shaking his head. “You have been sulking in your room for almost year,” He pointed out. Loki cringed slightly at that. It was true, he barely left his room, only leaving when Thor’s little team needed him.

“So? Just let me sulk for another year, then I’ll be fine,” Loki said with a twinge of pain behind his words. And he knew that Thor noticed it.

“Loki….I know that what happened to Asgard was hard on all of us.”

“You mean all four of us?” Loki said bitterly. He turned to look out the window, watching the cars pass by them.

“Yes, but everyone has tried to move on. Except you, that is,” Thor sounded sad as he said that. Like he was sad that Loki couldn’t get over something that was basically his fault. Something that he could have prevented. It was his fault that almost everybody died that day. Loki shook his head, trying to clear it.

“And working as the FBI will help me ‘move on’?”

“Hm-mm,” Thor hummed. “It’ll be like a fresh start for you,”

“Yes, because working with somebody I already know to solve a murder will be such a fresh start,” Loki said letting the sarcasm seep through his voice. He already knew everybody that worked in Thors division.

“You don’t know the person you’ll be working with,” Loki whipped his head around to look at Thor like he had grown a second head.

“Sorry?” Loki asked.

Thor had a self-satisfying smirk on his face, that Loki just wanted to punch off of him. Maybe he’ll do that later after they were out of the car.

“I haven’t mentioned him, and he’s not an Avenger, so you don’t know him,”

Loki rose an eyebrow. “I thought Stark and Rogers only wanted Avengers in their division,” He said, remembering a stupid meeting that he barely paid any attention to where Stark mentioned it offhandedly.

“They do, but Stephen is the special exception,”

Stephen, okay, this man’s name was Stephen. He’d have to keep that in mind for later.

“Why?”

Thor glanced at him and Loki was suddenly very glad that Thor had gotten a prosthetic eye because it would have been extremely creepy to see him glance over with one eye.

“He is good at his job, so Tony wanted him with us,” Thor sighed as he turned on his turn signal. “He does not know that we’re the Avengers though, so keep that in mind when you work with him,”

That was odd...Stark wouldn’t just want anyone on his team. So Stephen must have something special about him. Something that Tony saw. And Loki almost wanted to find out what that something was.

Almost.

“Who says I’m going to work with him?” Loki asked as Thor turned into the parking lot.

“You do, because if you did not want to at least try to work as an agent then you would have just disappeared ten minutes ago,” Thor pointed out and Loki wants to punch Thor for knowing him so well. Because nobody has that right, at all.

Loki huffed and leaned back into his seat. Thor pulled into a free parking place and turned off the car with a small click. Thor turned to look at him, putting his hand on Loki’s shoulder. Loki sneered at his hand but allowed to stay anyways.

“You’ll be good at this Loki,”

“And how do you know that?” Loki asked, even though they both knew exactly why he would be.

“You know,” Thor said with a small smile.

Loki sighed. “Fine, I’ll try to do it,” He shook his head.”But please let me be able to disappear anytime I want,”

Thor’s smile turned into a full-on grin. “Of course you can do that, just don’t use magic on anything or anyone and we will all be good,”

He frowned. “No magic? Really?”

“No magic, unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Thor pulled his arm away from Loki’s shoulder. He opened the car door.

That stupid rule really, Loki basically breathed magic. But it did make sense, he was going to be working with a Midgardian who had no idea that magic existed after all.

“Your new badge and gun are in the glove box, so come in when you are ready to,”  

Loki tilted his head a bit, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Do you actually trust me with a gun?”

“No, I really do not,” Thor said with a little twinkle of mischief playing in his eyes. “But I’d rather you have a gun than a blade,” He said knowingly.

Thor got out of the car slowly. “Welcome to your first day on the job Detective Laufeyson,” Thor said before closing the door, leaving Loki alone so that he could prepare himself for whatever hell he just got himself into.

“Human lie detector huh?” Stephen muttered into his second cup of coffee. It was good of Tony to actually give him Loki’s file. He must have learned that Stephen wanted to learn as much as he could about the people he was working with.

So far Loki’s file had been...interesting to say the least. He was a twenty-six-year-old man who had worked his way up quickly, just like he had. He was supposedly good at fighting, knew when to do something and when not to do it and was basically a human lie detector.

Looking at everything Loki was good at made it obvious why Tony wanted him. Tony only took in the best that he could after all.

The precinct was back up to its usual chattering, clearly, the only problem they had was that Stephen was getting a partner and they didn’t know how he would take it. And from what he’s overheard so far everyone thinks that he took it better than they expected.

Hell even he was surprised that he didn’t just walk out of there after hearing it.

“Stephen!”

He looked up from the file. Thor was walking towards his desk, he had his jacket folded over one arm.

Stephen smiled at Thor. Thor was always the nicest to him, even when he first got here and nobody really trusted him.

“Hey buddy, heard that you were the one bringing the new recruit here,” Stephen said, taking a sip of his coffee.

Thor nodded happily. “Yes, I am, he’s in the car right now,”

“Hm, so he really is nervous?”

Thor’s face twisted in confusion and maybe a little disgust in there. Stephen wasn’t completely sure.

“Nervous?” Thor laughed quietly. “ My brother nervous? You must kid,” Thor came to a stop in front of his desk.

Stephen choked on air.  He coughed for a moment before he could say anything

“He’s your brother?” He said, setting down his coffee on his desk slowly. He should have seen it coming honestly, Loki and Thor were brothers in mythology after all.

Thor cocked his head. “Yes, did Tony not tell you?”

“All he gave me is this,” He waved the file around. “And it mentions nothing about you two being brothers, also he has a different last name than yours,” Stephen said, still trying to recover from the shock that Thor had a brother that he never mentioned.

Thor glanced up for a second then nodded. “I’ll have to talk to Tony about not telling you that, but yes he has a different last name because he’s-”

“Adopted,” A posh voice said. Stephen and Thor looked away from each other to look at whoever said that.

“I’m adopted, I decided to use my real father’s last name so I wouldn’t be compared to my brother,” Loki explained as he stopped next to Thor. Putting his hands on his hips. He looked exactly like the picture, he was even wearing the same black on black suit. The only difference was that he had his hair pulled up in a low bun. Honestly, he was getting full marks appearance wise, now he had to find out what he was like personality wise.

“I’m Loki Laufeyson and I take it your Stephen?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Stephen gave a small smile to him.

“Yes, Stephen Strange, nice to meet you,”

“It is a pleasure to meet you too, partner,”

“Don’t call me that.”

[ragingstillness]

So much Frostironstrange starts with a base of Frostiron or Ironstrange

And there’s a void I’d like to fill. I now present, Frostironstrange with a Strangefrost base.

-Loki and Stephen begin as your cliche Rivals to Lovers trope. Thor returns Loki to earth and he joins the Avengers on reserve just as Stephen does. They both end up in a particularly large battle and are not very happy to see each other after their confrontation in TR. They spend the entire fight yelling and snarking at each other. Then Clint finds them in an alleyway after the fight, making out violently against a wall. He shouts at them for being gross and shoots several arrows at them. They both flip him off. 

-Loki wants to avoid Thor continually badgering him to spend time together and he would rather not live in Avengers Tower so he moves in with Stephen in the Sanctum. They are still somewhat hostile to each other but continued exposure to each other an close contact leads to them slowly becoming closer. 

-They really hit all the tropes: seeing each other look cute while they sleep, tight clothing pulling just a little up over waists as they reach for something high up, ending up close to each other in small spaces, almost getting stabbed or shot to Antarctica when they wake each other up too early. 

-The Antarctica thing actually takes place, and the freezing cold forces Loki’s body to turn to his natural form. Horrified, he refuses to come back and puts himself in a lot of danger by trying to walk across Antarctica to a warmer climate. He falls through thin ice over the ocean and while his Jotun form can stand it, his clothing causes him to begin sinking. In a moment of softness Stephen put a small charm on Loki, just to notify Stephen if he ends up in danger. That charm goes off when Loki starts having trouble getting back to the surface and Stephen immediately teleports there and pulls him out. He rushes Loki to a warm bath and stays there until he regains consciousness. Loki is horrified to be seen in his natural form by Stephen but at the moment it’s all that’s keeping him from hypothermia and Stephen encourages him to stay that way.

-It gets kind of awkward but they spend the time talking and the whole story about Loki’s adoption comes out. Stephen sympathizes and they end up bonding a bit over it all until Loki turns back to his Aesir form.

-After that they spend more of their free time together. They begin to talk about magic, explore the Sanctum, learn together and practice mixing magic and martial arts. Somehow, without any solid conversation, they end up in a relationship.

-One day the Accords Council forces Loki to be evaluated for his power and goodness and they bring the rest of the Avengers to protect them. He refuses to come to them so they come to the Sanctum to watch. He and Stephen pull on their sexiest mage training outfits and put on a little show, obviously hiding how strong they actually are. The goal was to get the Council off their backs but it has an unintended consequence: they catch the attention of Tony Stark.

-Tony has long been fascinated by the magic users he’s encountered and has wanted to speak with one of them since Thor casually mentioned that magic is just another form of science. But until Stephen showed up the only magic user Tony knew of was Loki and he was still considered evil.

-Tony’s been meaning to ask Stephen a couple of questions but with the Accords Council pardoning the Rogues, he’s been busy being bothered by them and being forced to accommodate them. 

-This trip gives him the chance to observe magic being used right in front of him. And he’s fascinated. But not just by the magic, also by the mages themselves, although he won’t admit it. He begins to make fake excuses to drop by the Sanctum and speak to its residents. One day, he makes a surprise visit and accidentally comes upon Loki and Stephen kissing in the kitchen. He’s a little disheartened to learn about their relationship and resolves to not pursue them more, but he can’t quite keep away. 

-Stephen and Loki have been talking about Tony too, and how often he comes by. He always has insights to share about their experiments and has made himself quite the good conversationalist, despite knowing very little about the topic. 

-Stephen falls first, because he has less self-loathing than Loki or Tony, albeit only a little less. But he’s never been in a poly relationship before or even considered the possibility that he might be poly. He does some research, but he keeps it from Loki until one night he just can’t hide it anymore and he broaches the topic. Loki is initially defensive, thinking Stephen wants to break up with him to be with Tony, but Stephen explains where he’s coming from and Loki is intrigued enough to look at the research Stephen has done.

-Following that, Loki does some introspection, evaluating how much he enjoys Tony’s company, the automatic kinship he feels with Tony, and tries to suss out it it’s the same kind of feeling he has for Stephen or if he just wants to be Tony’s friend. They all go swimming and Loki and Stephen are practically drooling over Tony. It’s very clear.

-Tony, at this point, still thinks he has no chance, although in the back of his mind he isn’t unobservant and he does notice that the magic couple have been eyeing him. He rationalizes it to be nothing more than vague interest in his mind or purely aesthetic appreciation of his good looks.

-Another conversation between Stephen and Loki takes place, this one much more raw, as they are both kind of afraid that their relationship may not survive a third. They ultimately decide that Tony is worth it.

-Loki suggests just seducing Tony one day, but Stephen shuts him down. Stephen is half sure Loki was joking anyway. They resolve themselves to behave like adults and invite Tony over for dinner. It’s awkward and slow at first, but the topic does come up and despite much preferring to give in to the lust the three all feel for each other, they manage to talk it out like adults. Tony is very flattered by the attention and admits to his crushes. They all agree to take it slow, and to treat that first night as their first date. Tony leaves with leftovers and kisses on his cheeks from each other them. He’s smitten.

-Then they all keep dating and get married and live happily ever after the end.

(Thanos is killed off screen) 

[lailyn]

I have lost the ask for this (why doesn't Tumblr let people view privately-answered asks? It's stupid). Anyway, here is what a lovely reader asked for: A Strangefrost whump piece, Prompt: Nervous System

Initially I wanted to write this as a one-shot, but the angst potential is too delicious. It is now a multi-chaptered story 😅

Take My Breath Away

TW: Paralysis.

"How can you still be tired? You slept all day," Stephen grumbled.

"Having slept and feeling rested are two mutually exclusive states of being," Loki murmured. "Please leave me alone."

"I want to. But I cannot."

Stephen laid the back of his hand against Loki's forehead, forgoing the thermometer. He had become so attuned to Loki's body temperature, any shift in the equilibrium was a cause for concern. "You don't have a fever."

"I don't know why you were expecting one,” Loki said, gently swatting Stephen's hand away. "I am fine. The fever broke a few days ago, remember?"

"Exactly," Stephen said, feeling uneasy. 

He decided now was as good a time as any to test a theory. "Wanna go grab dinner? We can go to that Mexican place you like so much."

Loki's face took on a pained expression. Out all the cuisines Midgard had to offer, Mexican food was something he had never turned down before. This could only be a test. 

Damn you, Stephen. 

To be perfectly honest, Loki still felt a little run-down. His chest still rattled from time to time with a stubborn cough and his muscles ached with a lingering weakness, not to mention the pins and needles that had been plaguing him since he woke up to the nauseating smell of cooking eggs this morning. 

There was no going around it. Loki slowly pushed the covers back and tried to swing his legs down the side of the bed with the intention to hop to his feet with such agility it would blow Stephen's mind and put a stop to all the unnecessary coddling.

The first attempt was an utter failure when he only succeeded in falling back heavily onto the bed.

"Need a hand to the bathroom?" Stephen sounded teasing, but his eyes were calculating and clinical. 

“I have been in bed for too long,” Loki forced a laugh. “I have become attached.”

“Take it easy,” Stephen said, watching Loki like a hawk as his lover pushed himself off the bed, successfully this time, and staggered toward the bathroom with the comforter around his waist. 

"Do you mind? I need to take a shower."

Stephen rolled his eyes. “I just need to toss this in the washer and then I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

“Thought we were going out for dinner?” Loki gripped the bathroom door frame for support. Gravity was a bitch. 

“Just gonna make a cup of honey and lemon tea. You still sound a bit gravelly.”

Loki stared at the bathroom tiles. They were swimming and he waited until they stopped. “Sounds good,” he said distractedly. 

Stephen tugged the filthy, sweat-dampened sheets off the bed and the pillowcases of the pillows. He was about to pull the door knob shut behind him when he heard a loud, sudden thud. 

“Loki?” he called out behind an armful of dirty linen. “You alright?”

Receiving nothing in the way of a satisfactory answer, he dumped the sheets on the floor and marched back into the room. 

He knocked on the bathroom door. “Loki.”

The sounds of running water did not abate. Steam escaped from underneath the door.

“Loki, I’m coming in.”

Loki was sprawled under the shower, leaning against the wall with his legs twisted under him in an awkward angle. 

Ignoring his own fully-clothed state, Stephen stepped into the shower and turned it off. He crouched down next to his boyfriend. 

“What happened?”

“I can’t - ” Loki whispered thickly, “My legs.”

He made a valiant struggle to move them, his upper body twisting and turning with the effort, but his toes would not so much as wiggle. 

“Stephen, what’s happening to me?”

“Calm down.” Stephen snatched the towel off the rack and covered Loki’s modesty. “Let’s get you off the floor.”

In a split-second, he had Loki laid out on the bed once more. 

“Tell me all your symptoms,” he urged. 

By sheer habit, Loki started to shake his head, before Stephen barked, “Now!”

The sudden reprimand jarred Loki out of his stupor. Loki had never heard Stephen raise his voice at him like that, nor had he ever seen such terror in his human lover’s eyes either. 

“Started off with pins and needles,” Loki stammered, his voice small. “Tingling in my legs. Thought I could walk it off, that it would go away.” A sharp burst of breath, “It didn’t.”

“Since when?” Stephen demanded. 

“This morning.” Another stab of pain had Loki gritting his teeth; it felt like lightning bolts going up his legs. “It hurts.”

“Can you move them at all?” Stephen snapped.

Loki shook his head, on the verge of hyperventilating. “I can’t. I tried.”

A long, slim object made of steel appeared in Stephen’s hand. It looked like a miniature hammer, with a rubber disc for its peen. 

Stephen went down on one knee next to the bed. He hefted Loki’s thigh onto the bend of an elbow, letting the full weight of Loki’s leg rest on his arm, and prepared to strike.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked in alarm.

“Checking your reflexes,” Stephen answered brusquely and swung.

The hammer struck Loki’s tendon right below the knee. When Loki’s leg did not swing out as he expected, Stephen repeated the same on the other leg, which remained flaccid in his arm.

He checked for reflexes further down the leg and just as he feared, the complete absence of reflexes affected not only Loki's knees, but also his ankles.

Loki needed only to study the gradual blanching of Stephen’s face. “This is...bad. Isn’t it?”

Stephen abruptly shot to his feet and whipped out his phone. He stabbed a number on his speed-dial and began to pace the room. 

“We need to get you to a hospital.” 

“What?” Loki could not believe his ears. “Stephen, stop.” 

He tried to catch Stephen’s eyes but to no avail. “Who are you calling? Damn it, Strange!”

Loki reached out a hand to grab his boyfriend as he passed, but the ascending paralysis seemed to be spreading at an alarming rate. Loki watched in horror as his arm too lost its battle with fatigue and dropped onto the bed like a stone. 

Stephen saw, and paled even further. “Thor. Change of plans. Meet me there. Bring Banner.”

He tossed the phone onto the dresser. He hooked an arm around the back of Loki’s shoulders and the other under the knees. 

With a strength he did not know he possessed, Stephen lifted Loki into his arms, eliciting a yelp of pain from the prince, but already it sounded weak and feathery. 

Any longer, Loki would not be able to breathe. 

“Hang on.”

TBC.