#the spare loki lives in an AU where he got away from thanos's influence so he stayed in NYC and opened a swingers club

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you would think that i, with my Many Experience of writing fanfiction, would have foreseen the obvious trickiness of writing threesome porn where all of them are the same person and two of them have the same name and same pronouns and i have drawn attention to the fact that they look the same as each other but -

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Frostiron AU (WandaVision) -  Episode 9

Here’s a few more of the WandaVision Frostiron AU I made! :)

Storyline: (Contains Spoilers)

< Story is set in an alternate universe set after Thanos is defeated >

Loki is alive, lives through the events of End Game but loses Tony in the fight when Tony sacrifices himself to use the Infinity Stones. Loki can’t cope with what’s happened and resurrects Tony from the dead and creates an alternate reality where they are in a sitcom, living as a happy couple... to shut out the real world.

Note: The fic is a continuation of this post and this post!

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“Stark...” Loki whispered, as the green, static walls started to slither towards their home. He’d done what he swore he would not do - he had dismantled the world he’d created to save the man he’d brought back from the dead. He shouldn’t have, and yet he did it, because Tony had asked him to be a better man… To be more than the god of mischief, a creature of lies that he, Loki Laufeyson, had used to hide his true self behind for centuries until he’d met Tony Stark, a mere mortal that had gone and done his own dismantling, melting the ice in Loki’s veins. 

The first time he’d met the quick-witted, charming mortal with his spontaneous, almost chaotic genius, Loki hadn’t been himself. But even then, the Loki that had been under the Mind Stone’s influence had noticed how unique this man was, even as he rebelled against him. 

After his defeat and thus regaining his consciousness back from the Mind Stone, he’d been fortunate -or perhaps unfortunate the first time around- to find himself in Tony’s company more times than he’d liked. Numerous times Loki dreamed of trying to kill Tony just for the incessant frustration the smart man could conjure up in him, but the more he tried, the further Loki was thwarted until these schemes of mischief and possible murder ended up with a glass of whiskey in his hand. 

Before long, Loki was repeating the man’s surname with more fondness than he thought himself ever capable of for another living creature. It wasn’t long before he started helping Tony on the little things, eventually gaining himself a pardon from S.H.I.E.L.D and the U.S. government. He wasn’t free per say, but becoming a ‘valuable asset’, as Tony put it, to entice those with power and money, would definitely be better than finding an enemy in a god who was capable of causing much mischief and chaos. 

Loki could still remember the way Tony had winked at him and his teeth shone with a smirk, causing Loki to scowl, but inside he’d felt far from annoyed. His fool of a lover, who he had come to know as ‘Stark’, ‘Tony’, ‘Man of Iron’ and then ‘Anthony’ in their tender and private moments, was vouching for him. And that was enough to cause him to smile at the end of the tedious meeting with Fury and the rest of the Avengers team, his brother included, who’d given him a long stare. Loki had laughed like a child with Tony when they’d finally got a chance to curl up together, embracing each other in the comforts of Stark’s silk beds and put Loki’s new freedom to good use by making love. 

Then Thanos had come into the picture, changing everything and turning their world inside out. Loki saw the world shrink and divide the Avengers. He knew he had been one of the lucky few; Thanos had spared Stark’s life. He had been grateful he hadn’t been disintegrated along with the rest of the world. 

Loki had been able to reunite with Tony when the Titan had taken fifty percent of the population from all planets of the universe and called it ‘peace’. While Loki hadn’t quite cared as much about reviving the lives of those lost, he knew Tony was. When ‘hope’ in the name of ‘Ant Man’ came knocking on their door, disturbing the quiet and harmony Loki had established in their humble little cabin, they’d fought. What good was it to bring back those already lost when he, Loki, already had everything he wanted? He was selfish and every part of him wanted nothing to do with helping the Avengers. He’d almost been able to persuade Tony, but then he’d found the genius working away in his workshop, solving an equation that could lead to time travel… and thats when Loki knew Tony wouldn’t stop, now that he knew there was a possibility he could have helped. No amount of reasoning and pleading would have helped. 

The day they faced Thanos together, Loki had felt a wriggle of trepidation but he’d decided to ignore it. Pride blossomed in him; he’d never felt more proud to stand by Tony’s side as they fought the beasts that tried to bring them down. It was only when Loki saw the look in Tony’s eyes when the man went to pry the gauntlet off of Thanos did he regret all of the decisions he’d made. The world crashed and burned, ashes of its aftermath basked and settled on his shoulders as Tony’s sacrifice saved the lives of all but the man who made it.

How dare you leave me here! What about me, Stark! What have you done! Loki raged even as his anger ebbed away, replaced with tremors of agony and sorrow. A cry so forlorn and riddled with despair left his lips as Loki cradled the body that barely contained enough life to keep his Tony alive.

“Lo..k...i...” Tony’s last breath had trailed off with his name on his lips.

Now here he was... standing before Tony, both palms touching the shorter man’s cheeks and feeling wet tears on his skin even as Loki felt his own slip from the corners of his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Lokes,” Tony spoke and both of them knew what his words meant; he was sorry for asking Loki to be good, selfless and ultimately causing their own happiness to come untethered. In a few minutes, Loki knew the chaos magic he’d stretched out to envelop Westview will converge back to him, and he would lose Tony once more. 

“I had hoped we’ll have more time...” Loki admitted, and he could saw the look of pain in Tony’s eyes as he wiped the warm trail of tears off of Tony’s rugged cheeks.

“I never meant to leave you, Loki, you gotta know that. You’re the reason I did what I did back then, and I don’t regret it. Not while you’re standing here in front of me,” Tony said, his eyebrows furrowing. He gripped Loki’s waist tighter, pulling him closer, unwilling to let go of him.

“I know, Stark.” 

The sound of static was so close now that Loki could hear it crackling away as if it were right at his ear. Urgently he caught Tony’s lips in a kiss, and that only made his actions more desperate, his hands brushing into Tony’s hair as the man reciprocated him in kind. They weren’t just one whole of two pieces; Loki felt as if every moment he was tangled in Tony’s embrace, he were being molded, like iron being smelted into shape to reform around this source of heat.

“I assure you, Stark. The sun will shine on us again…” Loki whispered.

“I love you,” Tony breathed, the sadness making way for acceptance as well as he stole another kiss, even as the world around them started to dissolve. 

Piece by fragmented piece, Loki felt the magic he’d created start to dissolve back into its original space and with it, absorbing the life he’d given back to Stark. He held Tony, even as he saw the bravery in the man’s eyes. 

“I’ll see you again, Reindeer games.” 

It ended quickly, the house they’d lived in in Westview disappearing, becoming nothing more than a plot of land again. A hush settled as Loki held Tony’s body in his arms, the heavy weight of the man without the essence of his soul pressing into him as the loss sank its claws within him. But unlike the first time Loki lost Tony, he wasn’t voicing his pain. He clung silently, letting the wave of grief washing over him.

Loki didn’t know how long he knelt there, but when he finally came back to himself, the day was already dimming and the sunrise was starting to set. The orange glow that bleached the ground and shadowed over him caused his heart to clench tightly at the sight of it. Setting Tony down gently on the soft dirt, he used his magic and returned his body back to where he belonged. The body shimmered and glowed under the sunrise before vanishing.

Slowly, Loki got to his feet and looking back at the hues of darkness that started to ebb away at the sunrise, he turned his back and left, his magic glimmering in its wake.