#lokixbucky

[marvelswinterfrost]

Force of Gravity - Prologue

Pairing: Loki x Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Summary: After the magician performs his last trick, it's time to go home. So when Loki plays his last card, he needs someone to protect him from the dangers of the realms. There is nowhere left to go but earth where he is looking for someone just as broken as him.

This story does not follow certain MCU plots after CACW - Bucharest. Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, as they belong to Marvel.

A/N: However, I do own all the grammatical errors this fanfiction contains. I have no beta reader, english is not my native language and I have also not written in this language for over a year, so please be patient with me as I slowly regain my ability to form a correct sentence. Thank you! :) ...

There was a dark cloud looming over the city of Bucharest, that hid the bright and warm sun from the busy streets, as if it wanted to play hide and seek with the masses below. Here and there you would find old newspapers being carried by the wind. They seemed to be floating effortlessly. 

And eventhough there was rustling and conversations being heard from every side, there stood a silent and still figure hidden in the shadow of a large oak tree. His appearance was masked by the darkness the shadow casted onto him. Only his tall, slim figure was a contrast to the grey wall behind him. His eyes followed a particular man wearing a black cap that was talking to a vendor on the street.  

As the conversation between the two people neared its end, the tall figure silently and slowly made his way towards them. His features now plainly visable as the sun took the secrets the shadow bore. His long, black and greasy hair was tucked behind his ears and the black suit that he wore looked flawless, which was quite odd considering the state of his hair. Not even coming to a halt, he watched a plum, that might had lost it's way, roll off of the wooden table and onto the sidewalk. 

Carefully, he picked it up and examined the fresh fruit. Looking back at the man with the black hat, he cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the man before him. 

"I apologize," he said with an outstreched arm that held the plum as if it was a temptation right as the man had turned around, "but I think you might have lost this."

His voice was calm and deep. Easy to get lost in, one might think. The man had turned around, looking at the fruit in the stranger's hand. He hesitated a little bit before gently grabbing it. His gloved hand, the stranger noticed, seemed hard as steel as he accidentally made contact with his own. The man with the hat smiled a soft but unsure thank you before starting to head off.

"It is a nice day today." the black haired man said. The other stopped but remained silent, not bothering to turn around. "So why the gloves?" he asked.

The man grabbed the paper bag, that held his plums, tighter. Even from behind him you could see his Adam's apple move as he swallowed with fear. His shoulders were tense and his breaths were coming quicker and quicker.

"It's a skin condition." he explained rather dully. He turned his face a little to the left so that in the corner of his eye, he could see the tall man in the corner of his eye. He knit his eyebrows in confusion as he made out the black suit the slim man wore. Not the usual attire people wore around this part of town. 

"I think I might have heard of your condition, sergeant Barnes." there seemed to not be a single second left between his last word and the collision of his back and the dirty wall of the building they had stood next to. A loud grunt came from his lips as the strong gloved hand squeezed around his slender throat.

"Who the hell are you?" Barnes barked. Emotions raw as the anger and fear in his eyes mixed with his panicked breathing. 

"That should not be any of your concern. All I ask is for a favour." he gasped as he started to push the heavy arm away from his throat. His eyebrows shot up in confusion as the grip on his throat only got tighter and tighter. 

"I don't do favours anymore." Barnes hissed at the taller man again. "Go back to whatever scumbag sent you and tell them-" he stopped and gripped the throat tighter as the taller man's head started to look to the left, completely unbothered. The black haired man's head was forcefully pulled in his direction again.

"Look at me- you go back and tell them that if I find them, they are dead." his threats were coming out in low, deep hushed but the anger they held was intimidating. His nose almost touching the nose of the strange man. But once he made sure the other man understood, he let go.

The strange man straightened his suit, brushing off the dusty particles that were painfully visible on his all black outfit. But despite being practically thrown at a nearby wall, he seemed to be rather unbothered.

"Whoever you seem to take me for, I can assure you, I mean no harm." He stretched out his hand again, letting it hang low for Barnes to take it. As the man explected, he refused. So the stranger took it back and straightened his back.

"I am Loki of Asgard. And I have come to you in need of protection."

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Chpt 2

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[realautisticlightyagami]

This is a callout post

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Loki and Bucky II SURVIVOR

I hope you guys enjoy my second attempt at editing hehehehe

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Winterfrost

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Ugh. Cute.

I love them

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[marvelswinterfrost]

This is super late and I really am not the best editor out there but I found your idea hilarious so I made an edit😂

Winterfrost watching over Croki.

This is all ive thought about for like 20 minutes now

[redeyessharplies]

When the Curtain is Drawn

NOT FINISHED BUT LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK MAYBE??

Summary: Circus Au. When Bucky agreed to run away to the circus with Steve he hadn’t expected them to really stay. He thought that the other would realise that it was a bad idea and the two would return after a few days. He thought that the circus owner wouldn’t let them join. He definitely hadn’t expected that they would be welcomed into one hell of a dysfunctional family, nor that he would meet one of the most alluring magicians in the world.

Bucky had never been one to believe in the tricks of magicians, but the only word he could think of to describe Loki really was magic.

(Fic under cut)

Bucky rolled his eyes as he sat on Steve’s bed, watching as his friend packed. This was hardly the first time his friend had wanted to run away from home and while he understood – hell he understood more than Steve would ever know – this was by far the most unrealistic and cliché of his plans to date.

“Really? The Circus?”

“Yes.” Steve repeated again, he had already confirmed this four times since Bucky arrived. “I am sick of living here and my aunty won’t notice if I’m gone. There’s a circus setting up on the oval down the street of the church, I talked to the owner a guy called Nick Fury, and he said they are only doing a couple of shows before they leave. I offered to help out and he said they were always happy to get extra hands. If I can prove that I’m a good worker he might let me go with them! And I can finally be free of this town!”

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair, absently noting its length, “Technically the town is fine, it’s just the people here that are shitty.” He countered, earning a smile from his friend. “And you’re just going to take off and leave me here?”

Steve stopped and faced him, his eyes, so hard with determination, softened, “You know I’d never do that Buck. Come with me?”

“To the circus.” Bucky deadpanned and sighed again. “This is a terrible plan, you’re aware of this right?”

“You’ve gone alone with worse plans.” Steve pointed out with a cheeky smirk that to anyone else would be charming but Bucky knew how much of a little shit his friend really was.

“… you’re not wrong.” He begrudgingly relented, “Alright. Let’s go be the most cliché people in the history of people and run away to join the circus.”

+

As it turns out, running away to join a circus entailed a lot more work than Bucky had thought. Fury had allowed he and Steve to help set up the tents and to help the members of the circus get ready before every show.

The circus, Sortie Du Cirque (aka Circus of Outcast’s as Bucky would later find out), did three shows every day. The morning was reserved for practice, with every act getting a chance to either practice on stage or where ever else they preferred. There was then a show in the afternoon, another in the early evening for young families to be able to attend without their little ones having to be up too late, and a final show late at night. After the first full day with the circus Bucky decided the late night show was by far his favourite.

As there were rarely little kids in the audience, the performers didn’t have to censor themselves, a lot of them would banter more freely, both among themselves and with the audience.

The show consisted of five acts and two clowns who kept the crowd going in the in-between moments. Fury had explained that some performers would join them for a few shows, sometimes up to a few months at a time, as they passed through other cities but the main performers were as constant as the tent itself.

The five main acts consisted of Thor the Strong Man, The Two Mad Scientists, The Man Who Never Misses, The Angelic Ariel Acrobat, and Loki the Trickster. The two clowns were never named on stage but Bucky learned their names were Sam and Scott. The two men were hilarious and insanely talented in their own rights but their specialty really was making the crowd laugh. They were fantastic improvisers and any small issue was covered smoothly by them.

The rest of the performers were also really nice people, at least as far as Bucky could tell.

They pulled their weight and helped to set things up, Thor (and yeah apparently that was the guys real name) lived up to his stage name and did a lot of the heavy lifting. Steve got on with the blonde famously, it helped that the strong man was also a giant puppy human.

Clint (the man who didn’t miss) and Natasha (the acrobat) were both easy going people but Bucky could sense that they were hiding something. He could see it in the hints of darkness that entered their eyes and the way they avoided talking about certain situations. He had seen the same look and done the same things himself. So he knew better than to push and it seemed that they were doing the same with him. The mutual avoidance meant the three became friends pretty quickly.

The two scientists didn’t seem mad when they weren’t performing, Tony was a little cocky and a bit eccentric but Bruce was nearly shy when the stage lights weren’t on him. Either way the two were nice, more than a few times they would start talking about science mumo jumbo that Bucky had no hope of following but it was still interesting to listen to. He would always feel both smarter and dumber after talking to them.

The only performer that Bucky wasn’t overly sure of was Loki.

While he and Steve had met the others on their first day of work, Loki had refused to come out to meet them. Thor had apologised profusely, apparently the two were brothers and so he felt the need to represent his younger brother. The brunet had spotted him as he and Steve were repainting one of the large signs later that day. A slender man with hair as black as night and skin so pale he was nearly worried the man was ill, Loki was sat beneath a nearby tree with a book on his lap, seeming completely content to lose himself in the pages and ignore the world around him.

“He looks nothing like his brother…” Bucky had whispered to Steve.

Steve followed his gaze and saw who he meant, “I think the archer, Clint, mentioned that Loki is adopted.”

Bucky had hummed and the two had gotten back to work.

+

It wasn’t till the following day that he had met Loki properly.

Fury had asked he and Steve to help out with the sets and props (Bucky suspected it was because Steve was forever hopeful and persistent about proving their worth), and Bucky had helped to bring out things for Loki.

Bucky remembered seeing a magician when he was eight - he had done some basic card tricks and made a rabbit appear out of a hat. He had thought it was incredible, believing it was all real, until of course his father had pointed out how the man had done it and called him an idiot for ever believing in it.

Since then Bucky had always scoffed at magicians. He had become well practiced in finding the secrets that they tried to guard.

So being this close as Loki did his performance should have made it easy for him to find out exact how Loki was doing it and yet… as he seemingly transformed a rubber chicken that Sam had passed to him into a live dove that promptly flew around the room, Bucky was stumped. He had no idea how he had done it.

+

When Bucky agreed to run away to the circus with Steve he hadn’t expected them to really stay. He thought that the other would realise that it was a bad idea and the two would return after a few days. He thought that, even with how well they had done their jobs, Fury wouldn’t let them stay.

But he had started to hope that he would be wrong.

So when Fury had asked them to help them pack the trucks, Bucky had to admit he was a bit depressed. The last couple of days with the circus had been the first in years that he had felt like he was at home. While Bucky was in the habit of schooling his features into a blank mask when he was upset, Steve wore his heart on his sleeve. It was obvious to everyone present that he didn’t want to leave.

It was Tony that cracked first, “Fury come on; have mercy on the poor guy.”

A rare smirk appeared on the owners’ face, “Like I said boys, back up the trucks. And make sure you have a bag or two on there as well. That is of course, if you want to come with us?”

“Really? Thank you so much!” Steve lit up like the fourth of July and soon enough the two were heading home to pack and let their families know they were leaving.

+

That went about as well as Bucky had expected.

He arrived before Steve, thank the gods, and Natasha was the first one to spot him. She didn’t even mention the bruise on his jaw as she gestured for him to follow her.

In the back of one of the trucks she used her foundation to cover it up before giving him a gentle genuine smile. “There, all done.”

“Thanks…”

Natasha shrugged, “You’re part of the family now right? Unlike some families, we look out for each other.” The power in her voice shook him to his core and he could only manage a small nod. “Now, help me get my suitcase in here?”

+

As Bucky and Steve sat beside each other, the blonde smiled brightly at him.

“We did it Buck. We finally did it.”

+

After four days of driving they reached another small town, it was raining heavily though and it was impossible for them to put up the big tops. Fury wasn’t happy but the performers seemed excited to have a few days off.

“Alright. New game plan.” Fury started as they were sitting around a dining table at the restaurant a few doors down from the cheap hotel they were staying in. “We have three days to prep everything, if the rain let’s up and the ground is dry enough by then we can go ahead with the shows. We’ve set the circus up in a day before and I’m sure we would be able to again. But if, by the last of the three days, the ground isn’t dry enough or it hasn’t stopped raining, then we can’t do the shows and we have to move on to the next town.”

This was met by bittersweet nods of understanding. It seemed that while the performers were grateful for the downtime they didn’t want to disappoint and cancel the shows either.

“In the meantime, stay out of trouble.” Fury added, looking specifically at Loki (who rolled his eyes) and Tony (who mocked being offended before Bruce elbowed him).

“We shall ensure they are on their best behaviour.” Thor assured the man in that casually formal way that seemed to be ingrained in him.

“Their best is what I’m worried about…” Fury muttered.

+

“What do you think about Loki?” Bucky asked Steve as they were getting ready for bed. The two were sharing a room, Fury was the only one who got to have a single room.

Steve hummed in surprise at the question, looking over at him, “He seems… quiet. He’s very talented at what he does though. Why?”

Bucky shrugged, “No reason really.”

+

It was the second day since they arrived and the rain wouldn’t let up. It made the temperature drop and Bucky soon realised the few jackets he had had time to grab before leaving wouldn’t cut it.

He was relieved that Steve had at least packed properly. While his friend had bulked up a lot in recent years, he still had the immune system of a fetus. This was why Bucky shook his head when the blonde offered to go with him to try to find a shop where he could pick up a new jacket, “I saw an op shop a few doors down, I’ll be back soon.”

Going down and pulling his collar up higher, Bucky didn’t expect to see anyone he recognised when he stepped out of the hotel.

So he was caught off guard when he spotted Loki standing in the rain. He didn’t at all seem bothered by the icy drops that had saturated his cloths and clung to his hair and skin, making his already black hair seem impossibly darker and small bumps appear along his bare pale arms. He had his head tilted back, eyes closed as he stood on the edge of the gutter.

“You’re going to catch a cold like that.” Bucky pointed out after realising he had been staring for a moment too long.

Loki, to his credit, didn’t jump, though he did tense for a moment. “Unlikely. I don’t get sick.”

“Right, cause you have a magical immune system too now?” Bucky fired back with a hint of a sneer at the edge of his voice. He didn’t have anything against Loki, not really anyway, but there was something about him that put him on edge.

Loki turned and levelled him with a look.

Bucky stiffened and walked away without another word.

+

The third day brought with it more rain. The circus would not be performing in this town.

Bucky sighed as he looked out the window, Steve tapping him on the shoulder and handing him some tea.

There was a knock at the door and Steve went to answer, “Oh hey Clint! What can we do for you?”

“Hey man, Loki, Nat, and I are going to go throw stuff at a dart board while Tony, Bruce, and Thor play pool. You guys want in?” the archer asked with a challenge in his voice.

“Sure! Wait, this place has a pool room?” Steve asked, head tilting a little.

“Yeah! Tony found it last night. Bucky you in?”

Bucky met Steve’s questioning look and shrugged, “Okay sure.”

The three headed down together and found that the others were already there. Apart from them though the room was empty. As promised the scientists and Thor were playing pool, laughing loudly. A few metres away Nat and Loki were standing in front of a dart board but…

“They’re using throwing knives?!” Steve demanded, jaw dropping a little as Bucky’s eyes widened.

Sam and Scott came over to join them, Sam clapping the two on the shoulder with a smirk, “Oh you guys have a lot to get used to!” he laughed, coaxing them further into the room as Clint joined the others.

It seemed they had been waiting for him because as soon as Clint was close enough Loki threw a knife with dangerous precision, hitting just below the bullseye.

Bucky had to admit. He was impressed.

“So is this just a normal thing?” he asked as he moved closer while Steve joined the others at the pool table.

“Depends on your definition of normal.” Scott replied making the others laugh.

“Welcome to the circus.” Clint added with a tease as Nat planted a knife in the board.

Bucky could help but laugh. It was beyond bizarre but right now, watching his new friends throw knives at a dark board while Thor lifted a pool table to stop Tony sinking the black ball, in the pool room of a cheap ass hotel in a town he didn’t even know the name of, Bucky felt incredibly free.

+

The next morning they were back on the road, Bucky in the back of one of the vans with Scott, Bruce, Tony and Loki. Bruce and Tony were deep in their science babble, discussing plans for a new invention for their act. The two did a mixture of genuinely cool experiments, showing off inventions, and intentionally making mistakes to entertain the audience before fixing them to the audiences cheers.

Their act was possibly Bucky’s favourite.

As it turned out, Scott was a genius too. Maybe not to the same degree as the others but he often piped up suggestions on how to make the design better and the other two would ask for his opinion.

Unfortunately their conversation was getting a bit too technical for Bucky to follow and so he looked at Loki who once again had his head in a book.

“What are you reading?” he asked curiously.

Loki looked up at him and raised his book for him to be able to see.

Bucky laughed. “Really? Harry Potter?”

Loki smirked with a shrug, “I told Fury it was inspirational and he let me buy the series with the company card. He claimed it on equipment.”

+

“Surely Bucky isn’t your true name.” Loki asked it suddenly one day. He was on stage, working on a new trick and from the curses and the way his eyebrows pinched together Bucky didn’t think it was going well.

“It’s a nickname. James Buchannan Barnes is my full name.” Bucky supplied, not really sure why the other had brought it up.

“James is a much better name. Bucky is just a sound.” Loki told him, his voice holding such finality that he wasn’t able to argue. Instead Bucky just watched as Loki jumped off the stage and started to walk away.

Almost as an afterthought Loki turned back towards the stage and whistled.

A crow statue on the side of the stage suddenly took flight, flying to and landing on Loki’s shoulder as he continued walking.

+

“How does he do it?!” Bucky demanded again, pacing back and forth in front of Steve who was sitting, content to sketch pictures of the big top while his friend ranted.

“Do what?” he prompted absently.

“The-!” Bucky flailed, “The birds! The dove and the crow and the freaking rubber chicken!! How does Loki do it?!”

Steve smiled at him innocently.

“Magic?”

+

By the time they reached the next town the sun was shining brightly once more.

“Alright we have lost money to make up for! Let’s get this top up today and everyone get rehearsing!” Fury barked out. Bucky barely resisted the urge to either flinch or salute.

He did notice Loki rolling his eyes though which made him smile. Something about the green eyed magician gave Bucky the impression that he didn’t deal well with authority.

Soon enough everyone was hard at work setting everything up. Well almost everyone.

Loki was once again reading.

+

“You have truly been a spectacular audience! But I have one last favour to ask!” Clint called cheerfully, with a flourish of showmanship that brought a smile to everyone’s face, Steve and Bucky included. “I need a brave volunteer!”

The crowed seemed hesitant.

“I mean, I could always get Lady Aerial back out here if no one is brave enough?” Clint teased and almost immediately a man in the second row raised his hand. “Excellent! Come on up good sir!”

Steve came over to point to where he could get onto the stage more easily.

As he came up, Clint addressed the rest of the audience. “So,” he picked up and apple and lazily tossed it up in the air a few times, “Everyone knows the classic ‘shoot and apple of a person’s head’ trick. It’s old and boring and lets be real I could do it in my sleep.” He winked at a young woman in the audience who giggled. “I won’t be doing that. Instead, my oh so brave volunteer, I want you to bite the apple between your teeth and hold it there.”

The man looked hesitant but some jeers from his friends seemed to boost his confidence and so he happily did as he was told.

Clint smirked. It didn’t bode well.

“Now, I don’t mean to brag or anything, but my title literally is The Man Who Never Misses. And would you guys say I live up to it?” he asked, the crowd cheering excitedly as Clint went to retrieve another arrow before walking over to Bucky who held a blind fold in his hand.

“Well I guess we’re going to see! Or rather,” pausing for dramatic effect as he turned around, notching the arrow while Bucky tied the blindfold in place securely, “You’ll see. You ready buddy?” he called to the man who looked frozen in place, his eyes wide as dinner plates. “Don’t move okay or this… well, this might get a bit messy.”

To the guys credit he didn’t move (though he seemed to be frozen).

The crowd was silent as Clint drew the arrow back before letting it fly.

There was a collective gasp before the cheers erupted. Clint removed the blind fold to bow at the crowd while Steve subtly put his hand on the man’s shoulder to steady him as he took the apple out of his mouth.

The arrow tip just barely pointing out the end.

+

Later that night, Bucky, Steve, Natasha, Tony, and Sam were sitting by the fire, winding down after a successful night.

Steve was drawing in the low light, Tony having pestered him until he agreed to draw him. Natasha was sitting beside the blonde, occasionally giving suggestions, “His hairline should be further back.”

“Shut it Nat,” Tony sniped back, “My hair is perfection and you know it!”

Steve just laughed and shook his head fondly. Bucky smiled, he was glad to see that Steve had settled in, made friends and seemed happy again.

Sam and Bucky were playing cards. The two enjoyed competing together, in everything from cards to gaining people attentions. Bucky kept his face blank as Sam contemplated what to do. “Alright… I see your chip, and raise you a bite size candy bar.”

Fury didn’t let them gamble with real money after Natasha had left them all broke.

Bucky was about to retaliate when distant yelling caught all of their attentions.

Natasha and Tony shared a knowing look, “Do you want to go?” Nat asked.

“Hell no, I broke them up last time and coped a black eye for my trouble!” Tony argued, “Send Sam!”

“I went the time before that.” Sam argued, not looking up from his cards.

“What’s going on?” Steve asked, brows knitting together in confusion.

The three exchanged a look before Tony decided to take over, “It’s Thor and Loki. They have a… temperamental relationship at the best of times.”

“And at the worst?”

A loud crashing and Loki cursing seemed to answer that question.

Steve put down his sketch pad and got up, “Should one of us go see if everything’s alright?” he asked anxiously, wanting to help.

“Yep, and since you volunteered, good luck!” Tony said cheerfully, earning him a hit on his shoulder from Nat.

“It’s alright Steve, I can go. I have more practice than you with them.” Nat argued but when another loud crashing sounded Steve shook his head.

“I insist. Besides, if this happens a lot, I gotta know how to help right?” Steve replied with a smile and started heading towards the sound.

“Don’t cheat.” Bucky told Sam and got up to follow.

+

“Why won’t you just listen to me?!” Thor’s voice was far louder as the two friends grew closer, putting Bucky on edge.

“Because you know why I left, you know!” Loki screamed back, the hint of hysteria in his voice was something the two friends had never heard before.

“But why must you still be so difficult?!” Thor practically roared, a loud crashing sounding inside the brothers tent.

That was the last straw. Steve didn’t bother to announce their arrival as he pushed his way into the tent, Bucky not hesitating to follow. Loki was standing in the corner, shaking with his arms raised over his head instinctually. There were shattered remains of plates and a mug near him. Thor was glaring at his brother but there was something in his eyes, something akin to pleading.

It wasn’t until Steve spoke that the two seemed to even notice they were there.

“Guys that’s enough! I don’t know what you two are arguing about but I think you two should just calm down…” Steve’s confidence seemed to waver as Thor turned his glare on him. However, the bigger blonde did seem to deflate some.

Since it didn’t look like Thor was about to throat punch Steve, Bucky took the chance to move closer to Loki. He gently took hold of his elbow and urged him out of the tent. Loki’s green eyes were fixed on his brother as he was led out.

It wasn’t until the cool air hit him that he seemed to see Bucky.

With a scold the magician pulled his arm free, “Get off me!” he barked out, turning away from Bucky and stalking off.

+

For two people who had been at each other’s throats barely twenty-four hours ago, the two brothers seemed completely fine come the next morning. Or at least, if you ignored the forced smiles and the slight awkwardness, then yeah everything was fine. After breakfast Bucky was heading to his and Steve’s tent to change when he overheard a snippet of the brothers conversation.

“-apologize for acting like I did, it was unbecoming and I should not have thrown things at you.” Thor sounded beyond sincere and Bucky didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to interrupt their moment.

Loki sighed, his voice was soft as he replied and Bucky felt guilty for listening in, “I should not have pushed you like I did… I just…”

There was a pause before Thor gently urged, “If your silver tongue isn’t working, perhaps the truth may come easier.” When no answer came, it was Thor’s turn to sigh. “Alright. I will not push.” With that the blonde walked away, passing in and out of Bucky’s line of sight as he headed, presumably, to his tent to get ready for the day

It was only then, when Loki believed he was alone, that he offered an answer.

“… I just don’t want you to resent me or regret coming with me…”

+

Sam trumped around the stage, dramatically rubbing his head as though he were drenched in sweat. Scott came bouncing onto the stage slumping down next to him. Sam glanced at him, putting his finger to his lips as he leaned over to steal Scott’s hat and ‘dry’ the imaginary sweat off his head and underarms.

As the crowd laughed, Scott noticed what he was doing and gasped in mock offence. He snatched the hat back eagerly, holding it out of Sam’s reach. The two then started wrestling.

While they did so, Loki stepped up onto the stage. He was dressed in black and green, blue face paint decorating his delicate features as he walked around the pair slowly.

Unlike the other acts Bucky had watched Loki do, the magician didn’t speak a word.

This was a new trick, and as such everyone was watching on excitedly, he and Steve were amongst the crowd while the others watched from side of stage.

So it wasn’t just the audience who gasped and stared in awe as Loki tapped the two wrestling clowns on the shoulder and pointed up at the roof. White flecks started to fall and to the amazement of everyone, literal snow rained down on the stage and audience.

“Wow…”

+

“It snowed!”

“I know.”

“It actually fucking snowed!!”

“I was there Buck.”

“How in the ever loving fuck did he make it snow?! Inside?!?!”

“I told you man-”

“Don’t you dare say it.”

“-Magic.”

[rohan-berry]

Rise After Falling

I just wanted to ask those of you who read Rise After Falling a few questions. They are on the end of Chapter 10 but have yet to have been answered. If anyone could answer them that’d be great. Thank you!

1. Is everybody in character and respond correctly to the situations they are in? Loki, Bucky, Bruce, Thor and Steve in particular? 2. Do you like the OC's? Who's you favourite? 3. Do you like Stasia? 4. Do you like how the story is progressing? Do you think it's going to fast/slow 5. Is there anyone in particular you want to see in this fic that hasn't already? Anyone you want to see less of? 6. What has been your favourite moment of the fic so far? Least favourite? 7.Have you noticed any continuity errors? 8. Anything you'd like to see?

I know it's a lot of questions but it's the stuff that goes through my head when writing and I think it would be really beneficial to me to see what you guys actually think.

[marvelswinterfrost]

Force of Gravity - Chpt. 1

Pairing: Loki x Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Summary: After the magician performs his last trick, it's time to go home. So when Loki plays his last card, he needs someone to protect him from the dangers of the realms. There is nowhere left to go but earth where he is looking for someone just as broken as him.

This story does not follow certain MCU plots after CACW - Bucharest.

... Barnes looked at him rather curiously.

"For someone in need of protection, you don't seem to be frightened." he growled as he mustered the man in front of him. He was taller, sure, but slimmer than he was, and probably weaker as well from how he looked. Not everyone had the perks of having a metal arm and super human strength. 

"I suppose you are correct." Loki, as the man had claimed his name to be, said with a small but indeed noticable chuckle. It seemed to be genuine but had some arrogance to it. Seeing as he wore a nice suit with shiny, pointy shoes, Barnes thought it to be quite fitting. 

"Listen, I don't know who you think I am, but I am not a bodyguard. Nor an assassin. I don't do these kind of jobs. And I don't kill people. You have to go and find someone else." Barnes said and tried to walk away once again. But instead of letting him past, Loki grabbed his upper arm with an unexpected strength. Barnes' look was alarmed, his eyes fixated on the big, veiny hand that gripped his biceps tightly. A barely audible 'what the hell' escaped the brown haired man's lips.

"But you used to." was all he said. Loki's voice wasn't cold. It was warm and his eyes seemed to softly glow in the afternoon sun. Despite the words bringing harsh and painful memories back to the soldier, he didn't feel as threatened as he thought he should be. 

There hung a long silence between them. 

"Please." to James it almost seemed like he was starting to desperately beg. The man in front of him tried his best to hide his fear but in the end his eyes betrayed him.

Barnes took a deep breath but nodded.

"Fine." His eyes narrowed and his head close to Loki's, he whispered threatingly.  "But if I find out you are not who you told me to be, I will kill you myself."

With a sigh of relief, Loki nodded understandlingly. A few "thank you"s left the mans lips as he trotted after Barnes, supposedly taking him somewhere save.

After a while of walking, Barnes looked over his shoulder, making sure that his new dependent was still following him. As suspicious as he still was of this strange man, the thrill of being in charge pleased him immensely. It has been a while since anyone had come to him for help let alone ask him to play a personal bodyguard. 

"You need to keep up." 

"Yes, very well." Loki said as he jogged to Barnes' position. But the man in front of him didn't slow down.

"Would you be so kind and tell me where we are going?" Loki asked. To be fair, it was a valid question since he stood under Barnes' protection after all. Not knowing where they are headed was indeed reckless. 

"Somewhere save." was the only answer he got. 

They arrived at a run down apartment complex. Some of the windows were shattered and covered with plywood and paint that looked like it had been on the building for over 100 years was chipping off the wall in various places. They walked up the stairs, that seemed to never end, until they reached an old apartment door.

"We're here." Barnes said as he pulled a single key out of his pocket. The door creaked but didn't open fully due to something blocking it. They squeezed past it, entering a one bedroom apartment, that didn't have a single furniture in it. The only thing was an old matress on the floor. The windows were covered with newspapers from months ago.

"You can not be serious." Loki said in disbelieve. How could this man promise him safety when this - disgusting - room was in plain sight and easily accessible for everyone?

"This?! This is how you want to keep me save?! This is outrageous!" 

"We're not gonna be save if you keep yelling like that. Be quiet." Barnes took his cap off and put the earlier bought plums onto a makeshift table made from a cardboard box.

"This apartment is disgusting!" 

"But your only option from what it looks like."

"You promised to keep me save." Loki was on the edge of hopelessness. But Barnes remained silent. He opened the brown bag and pulled out two plums. He took one and carefully placed it onto the cardboard table and ate the other. For a short while everything was silent. Loki was still standing in the middle of the apartment, waiting for Barnes to explain himself and this joke he was brought into. But nothing came. He just kept staring at Loki.

"Alright, if you are certain, I think I need to trust you." Loki said defeated. He hated the fact that he had to accept... well...this.. but as Barnes had said, this was his only option and he couldn't take any risk.

Bucky was still silent but offered Loki the second plum with a mere glance. A little irritated and still furious, he grabbed it and inspected it.

"You need to lose your suit." Barnes said seemingly out of nowhere. 

"Excuse me?" Loki asked in disbelieve, not liking the dorection this was headed in.

"It draws attention. We need to avoid it. It's best for you to change your look entirely. Cut your hair, change into normal clothes and look less like you're about to make a billion in finances."

"Absolutely not. You will not touch my hair." 

"Suit yourself then." Barnes said and walked past Loki with an uncaring look. It really wasn't his problem if this man's stuborn mind wanted to act up. He threw away the plum's core into a plastic bag that probably was his trash bin.

"I can't believe I - a god - am forced to do this." he complained once again. But that sentence caught Barnes off guard.

"A what?" he scoffed. "I figured you had some sort of god complex but I didn't know it was this bad." at this point Barnes had to laugh. The conversations with this man seemed to get more and more ridicolous. 

"I AM a god, you fool." 

"Then why don't you protect yourself? I am sure a god can do that just fine."

Loki was silent. Yes... he could have, if he hadn't been getting weaker and weaker by day. Although there was still some magic and power inside of him, it was far from where it had been. He used to be above any midgardian, as it should be. 

"Your midgardian brain wouldn't comprehend, Sargent Barnes." he said, staring at the floor. The heat in his tone was gone, replaced with painful memories.

But Barnes remained silent. He didn't know what to say. Loki seemed to share some of his pain but hid it behind his arrogance. So maybe he should let Loki play god a little and feed his own illusions.

"So you say that me changing my appearance will keep me save?" Loki interrupted his thoughts, sounding a little bit more hopeful then before, although still annoyed.

"It won't insure it, but it will help."

With a nod, Loki straightened his back. A green light engolfed his slender form and blinded Barnes in the process. Once the light vanished, James opened his eyes again. The once snobby looking man with long black hair that stood in front of him was now clothed in a simple black hoodie, with black jeans. His hair was now shoulder length but still looked greasy. The fancy shoes he wore were replaced with regular black sneakers as well. Loki hated it.

"My god." James whispered. Maybe this strange man really was a higher being.

"Well, if you want me to be." Loki said with a smug grin. 

TBC

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Prologue

[justarandomgirly]

Hi! I was wondering, is there an epic LokixBucky fic out there you'd recommend?

Problem is when I remember any, i have no idea who wrote them or what the fics were called😭 its like when I forget person's name but remember just their face

[surteic]

The Accent

Summary: While spending the evening together watching television and reading, Bucky asks Loki about why he has a british accent. The conversation soon starts to get quite interesting.

(Let's pretend it would have happened like that)

Genre: humor, fluff

Warnings: none, (maybe the tiniest bit of angst but it's like a sentence long so idk)

...

It was a rather quiet and peaceful evening. With all the avengers out on missions Loki and Bucky had the whole Stark tower for themselves. It had been months since they had confirmed their love for each other but wouldn't dare tell anyone about them. At least not now. They'd wait until the time was right.

Dressed in comfortable PJs they had bought for each other a while back, they rested on the sofa, Loki's head laying in Bucky's lap. The soft fabric of the winter soldier's pants rubbing gently on the black-haired man's neck every time he moved a little to turn the pages of his book.

He remembered the day they had asked Tony to get them these PJs. With both of them having little to none money, at least money they could've spent in the United States, it was hard buying them.

They had found them online, some person had designed them, along with other Avengers PJs. Both found it rather ridiculous buying a pair of green and grey pants and fitting tops with small Loki helmets and red stars on them. It was perfect; so, it didn't come by surprise when both of them showed up in Tony's lab, late at night, with a tablet in their hands showing him the website they had found it on. When he gave the pair a weird glance, they had explained they would need them for the Halloween party that has been planned and thought they'd convinced him.

As soon as they had left the Stark territory, and after Tony had given his okay, the genius smiled. They try so hard to hide it, he thought, smiling from ear to ear.

And now they were laying there, together, on the sofa. Bucky watching tv and softly playing with Loki's hair as the other man continued to read his Asgardian novel.

"Loki?" Bucky asked, as he saw a character with a British accent come on screen.

"What is it, love?" answered Loki. He put the book on his stomach and tilted his head a little bit back so that he could see his lover's face. The soldier looked down. A questioning look plastering his face.

Loki had to smile. He loved seeing his partner frown and those little crinkles appearing on his forehead. Bucky had still not looked away from the screen, too focused on trying to form the question and keeping that British character in sight.

"How come you have a British accent?"

"Excuse me?" Loki laughed at that question.

"You've got a British accent, Loki. I was wondering why you have one. Thor doesn't have a British accent, he sounds more... Australian?" He used his unoccupied hand to slowly rub his beard.

"Well, I am adopted, love." Loki said in the most soothing voice Bucky has ever heard. He looked down, seeing Loki smile. His heart fluttered and he could swear he can see stars. Every single time his lover gave him his sweet and adorable grin, he was sure he would fall in love with him again.

"I know that, doll. But that doesn't explain why you talk like an English nobleman." Laughing, Bucky put his hand, that has cradled Loki's hair, under the trickster's chin. His thumb caressing his rosy cheeks. Unlike him, Loki was completely beardless. Instead of having this rugged beard Bucky had, his face was soft and shaven, just like you'd expect a gentleman to have his face.

"Well, maybe the English accent is the most beautiful one, darling." Loki nuzzled further into the touch, still smiling brightly.

"Don't you dare lie to me." Bucky teased, laying the thumb that previously stroked over Loki's cheek on his lower lip. "Now tell me, doll," he slowly leaned closer, "why the accent?"

"Nosy, are we?" He chuckled. "Now if you're sure you want to know, let me tell you my secret. It all started when Odin took me and pretended I was part of his family."

"Loki. Please. Don't." Bucky's last word was a mere whisper. But Loki only laughed.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, love." He lovingly grabbed Bucky's metal arm, the one he had put on his chin, and gave it a light squeeze.

"The truth is, I really do love the accent."

"Come on, man." He whined. "I told you to stop."

"But that is the truth, darling. When I still lived in Asgard my mother used to show me books. Even read then to me when I was smaller." He stopped for a second before closing his eyes. His smile growing wider and wider the more he remembered. "Mostly Shakespeare. Then other English authors too; Charles Dickens, even Jane Austin. Needless to say I fell in love with England. The language, the culture, the art and literature, everything."

"So before you tried to take over the world, you went to England for a little field trip?"

"No, not exactly." Again, he chuckled. "But I somehow adapted the accent."

"That's a beautiful story, doll, really. But one thing doesn't add up. - If you've never been to england before, how come you already had that accent when you first came to earth?"

"Heimdall would teach me, of course. He had seen a lot and knew almost everything. He was the wise man I always looked up to. Even though we had quite a few problems in later years." Loki sighed and let go of his partner's arm, letting it drop down on his stomach again.

A few minutes of silence, except for the tv in the background, passed before Bucky dropped his metal arm from Loki's chin to his chest.

"One last question, Loki." He said before running his hand up and down the half god's chest, making him close his eyes and sink a little deeper into his lap.

"Hm?" Loki hummed, enjoying the way the warm metal lay heavily on his chest, tracing the big red star on his shirt.

"When you said you liked England's culture, did you mean colonialism or-"

"You're unbelievable, Barnes. Get back to your movie before I'll put a spell on you."

"Pretty sure you'll fall asleep first, doll." Bucky laughed and watched his love until he was sure he fell asleep.

Sleep tight, he thought and turned back to his movie, the hand still on Loki's chest.

...

Masterlist

[mcfiddlestan]

So I saw something that said its WIP Wednesday. And since I’m working on stuff again, now that school is out for a bit, I thought I’d post something. I’ve posted a snippet of it before (here), but school and basically being a parent to my 3yo nephew have left me with barely anytime to work on homework, much less fanfic. So quick background and then a snippet.

Background: WinterFrost Modern AU; Bucky’s a vet returning/recovering from a long tour in Afghanistan just moved from Brooklyn to Greenwich (mostly escaping memories); Loki is an artist and upstairs neighbor who finds something intriguing about his new neighbor, Bucky, that he wishes to capture with his skills.

Enjoy :)

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He dreamt of the desert. He dreamt of Steve. And Dugan. And Morita. Falsworth, and the others, too. Thankfully, the dream didn't end in fire and screaming – this time.

As he neared consciousness, Bucky resisted waking up as much as possible. A deep, pulsating ache encompassed his head. Hell, his entire body. He groaned against the pain, making every effort not to move a muscle. Then the scent of something delicious hit his nostrils, just as the sound of something sizzling hit his ears. His mouth watered, and he groaned again at the nasty taste in his mouth. Cracking one eye open, he spotted his cell phone on the bedside table and, slowly, carefully, he stretched out his arm to grab it. He didn't dare yet lift his head, for fear of making the ache thrumming at his temples even worse. A press of his thumb and the screen lit up, informing him his phone was down to less than twenty percent, Sam had texted him earlier in the morning, and that it was nearly ten a.m. He wondered how tired he must have been to have slept so late. He’d get back to that message from Sam, inviting him to a game of hoops, later. That wasn’t likely to happen in his current condition.

Typing in his passcode, Bucky unlocked his phone, expecting to find that he'd made some random purchase on Amazon or a similar site. His stomach dropped instead; for staring back at him was a picture he had saved years ago, of him and Steve. They were young, so young. Bucky's hair had been short then; Steve’s face clean-shaven, a look he didn't keep after a while in the desert, opting to grow out his dark brown beard. They were standing side by side, in uniform, weapons in hand, smiles wide, casually posing proudly by the jeep that would later become a coffin.

Small reminders of the night before came back to him and he dropped the phone back to the nightstand. His last clear memory was of storming out of Loki's loft, angry and hurt, and proceeding to drink himself into a stupor. After that, it was foggy at best. He couldn't even recall how he had ended up in his bed.

Fuck. Had he gone out and found some random stranger to bring home and fuck the bad memories out of him? And now they were cooking him breakfast?

Risking losing whatever the contents of his stomach might have been, Bucky pushed himself up and set his feet quietly to the floor. Glancing down at himself, he noted that he was still wearing his long-sleeved shirt from the day before, and his boxers. Whatever thoughts had come to mind disappeared at the sound of more sizzling, and movement in his kitchen, which reminded him that someone – someone he did not know – was there, in his apartment, in his home. After plugging in his phone to charge, Bucky took a moment to scold himself.

What had he done? You are thirty-three years old, for fucks sake, he told himself harshly. Fucking act like it. Casual relationships were one thing; but cheap one-night stands were quite another. And not something of which he had ever been a part. Forcing himself to stand, Bucky began to mentally prepare himself to face whomever it was he had ridiculously invited into his bed. He slipped his jeans back on and ran his fingers through his hair, smoothing it down as best as possible. He took a deep breath and walked around the partition.

The shock he felt when he rounded the corner and found Loki standing barefoot in his kitchen hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, all he could do was stare. What did I do?

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

The walls have ears

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3JpiXXN

by SkyKathryn

A stand alone of Loki and Buckys life before they separated in my fic A Soulmate Is A Scary Thing. Can be read without if you’re after just some winter frost/lokixbucky porn but would recommend reading the whole thing hen you have time.

Loki and James had been friends for years, and neither of them had gone unnoticed by the other when they started to …mature in other places. What happens when they finally give? When they finally break and they end up doing what they always wanted? Porn it’s literally just self indulgent porn.

Words: 4291, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Soulmates - stucky

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Winter Soldier (Comics), Loki - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Loki (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Loki

Additional Tags: First Time, One Shot, Sex, Anal Sex, Cum Eating, WinterFrost - Freeform, lokixbucky - Freeform, young loki, Young Bucky, Still 17/19, Castle AU, Knight AU, Soulmates AU, Cunnilingus, ass eating, Blowjobs, Bottom Loki, Top Bucky, Bath, Comfort, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Friends to Lovers

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3JpiXXN

[powerbottom-thor]

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