#to the frostiron crowd

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

Writing Questions Tag Game!

I was tagged by @darsynia and I'll do my best to answer these questions! Some seem very thought-provoking for a Saturday when my brain wants to just lie around and indulge!

What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you’ve ever had?

I always always hate these favorite questions. I feel like a parent being asked to choose a favorite child, and I'm not one of those parents who could have a favorite child. I mean, I guess for the sake of the question, one of my favorites, at least, is Hemispheres, which is a WIP (not abandoned!) Frostiron series that uses some canon but diverges from canon as well. I could also say that Outside the dawn is breaking (But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free), a Scott/Logan X-Men 3 Fix-it WIP is another favorite. Also another idea that is a favorite is an original story idea that I haven't begun writing yet that involves two of my favorite things: food/cooking and writing, but I won't go into details about that one right now.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

About my writing? I don't think so. Most people don't ask me questions about my writing.

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part of being a writer is losing myself in the stories I create. Putting myself into the characters and living vicariously through them. I also really dig the positive feedback I get. I could really do without people who want to tell me how *they* would prefer my stories be written to suit their particular niche needs/wants. Or telling me, someone with degrees in language and writing, how something is supposed to be punctuated based on their views on Old People Writing vs. Young (obviously more correct) People Writing.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

To have fun. To, again, live vicariously through the stories and characters. To exercise my empathy for the characters. Also I know that while my writing isn't the most popular out there, I still have a small crowd that is made happy by my writing, so that's a good motivation for me.

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

Well, when I first started writing, I was 12 years old, and at that time, I'd probably have wanted to know how much easier using a computer made writing compared to writing by hand. Of course, when I was 12, my parents couldn't have afforded a personal computer (I'm 50 now, so do the math). My brother bought the first personal computer after he got out of the army (I was 14-15 then), and he always offered to let me write on it and save my writing, but I wasn't interested at the time. Plus any of that wouldn't have easily been salvageable between then computers to now computers.

What is your favourite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

Favorite original story: It was a short story I wrote for a short story class and later published in my college's publication, Windward Review. It's called Two Minutes Too Late, after the Alanis Morrisette's song, "Ironic," about a man on death row who doesn't belong there and who's already injected by the time the call comes to stay his execution. It was pretty personal, and those who know me know why.

Favorite finished fanfic: Probably a toss-up between Behind Blue Eyes and Never Piss Off a Telepath; Or How Logan Opened His Mouth and Said a Stupid Thing

What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

I don't quite understand this question. Meaning a favorite quote from something I've written? Again, I hate picking favorites of anything, esp with my writing. LOL

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Most controversial mindsets would be Emma Frost, Loki, and Tony Stark, I would think. Probably even Scott Summers, to be honest. I don't feel they're controversial (they're not controversial to me, that is), but so many people hate Scott just for existing because they think he's just a stick in the mud/stick up his ass boring leader who, for a time, "picked the wrong girl" (aka he chose Emma Frost for a while instead of the redhead). I think Emma is controversial because she came between Scott and said redhead, and many people like to label her a slut (and trust me, it's not just dudes labeling her that; I've argued with so many women about Emma as well) - I think she's also controversial because people who love or hate her only see her as this BDSM domme and that's the whole of her character instead of her actual *job* for a while that is not the whole of herself. I and a few other people don't write her in that way, and I think our vision of Emma therefore becomes controversial because we write her more humanized than some one-dimensional bimbette. Same with Loki, tbh. He's controversial because you've got the people who just hate him because he's a villain and he stabbed Thor (without looking into the potential reasons why he stabbed Thor - look, I have a brother whom I love but who behaves in a very Thor manner - dismissive, gaslighting, condescending, bullying - and sometimes I wish I could get away with stabbing him where he'd heal just fine from it but otherwise would know that I was pissed off at his bullshit). He's also controversial when you have writers who ONLY write him as this humiliation-kink, abuse-loving (as in thinking he deserves to be abused and loves to be abused), 24/7 BDSM-living character who can only be written wallowing in angst and these writers get annoyed at those of us who don't write him this way. And Tony - well, he's controversial because people just love to hate on Tony because he's Tony.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

I think the 12 year old me would be disappointed af that at 50, we aren't published, we aren't romantically or physically where we thought we'd be. I think 12 year old me would be thrilled that our smut writing improved A LOT over the years, so there's that. I think 12 year old me would see that what we thought our aspirations were didn't quite get us where we wanted to be, so maybe they would take some different turns to achieving the writing success but not the academic success. Definitely they would insist on getting the hell out of Texas much earlier, avoid the whole shitty marriage, and discover who we were all along much earlier, not to mention set boundaries so much earlier in life.

Thanks for tagging me!

Tagging: @scottxlogan, @mcfiddlestan, @kleenexwoman, @chaotic-hypnotic-erotic, @chaoticgardenbread, @renlybaratheon-tyrell, @just-fandomthings, @securitybreach, @endlesstwanted, @cerylid, @sivan325

[tryhoney-moved]

theres a good chance endgame with have frostiron interaction and i hope we’re all ready for it

[sophiasoelberg]

A 'little' drawing of mine, aand I will miss the spring flowers so much =( They are so breathtaking, I think I'm in love

[iamnmbr3]

love ur loki recs lists. do u have some good recs for gen or non thorki ships? (no judgement or hate intended. I totally believe in ship and let ship)

Here you go! :)

The Spaces Between by Lise (words: 10,866 | rating: T | Gen)

There's a theory that goes that there's a universe created for every possible choice you make in life. Loki's made a lot of choices. He could make a lot more.

Or, the one where Loki wanders through AUs of his life and it starts fucking with his head.

The Wagers of Sin by Mikkeneko (words: 5,035 | rating: G | Gen)

Thor returns to Asgard with his brother in chains. Loki doesn't seem to have much to say for himself, but Thor makes up for him.

Ichor in Violet by tirsynni (words: 14,574 | rating: T | Gen)

When Thor learns that Loki can travel to other realms without Heimdall seeing, of course he convinces Loki to take them both to Jotunheim to hunt Frost Giants. There an accident unravels centuries of lies and threatens to unravel Loki, too.

The Sinking Feeling of Anticipation by JaggedCliffs (words: 8,624 | rating: G | Gen)

When Æsir come of age, they receive a gift from their parents, one meant to aid them in their adult lives. When a prince of Asgard comes of age, their gifts are not just for themselves, but for the realm.

Loki watched Thor receive Mjolnir at his coming of age ceremony – one of the greatest weapons in the realms, for one of its greatest warriors. Now, it's Loki's turn, and he knows Odin will grant him something just as magnificent.

Won't he?

That This Should Be by Kadorienne (words: 2,332 | rating: G | Gen)

Loki demands answers of Fate.

Not fair is all thy fortune, The Norns I blame that this should be. ~Helgakviða Hundingsbana II

you yourself are nothing so divine by Lise (Words: 8,124 | rating: M | Frostiron)

It's not fraternizing with the enemy when he comes to you first. Right? (Or, the one where Loki and Tony talk, and then they don't.)

No Return by illwynd (words: 1,331 | rating: G | Gen | Major Character Death)

Thor deals with the aftermath of loss and choices, when half the universe is gone.

one of a kind by days4daisy (words: 2,525.| rating: T | Frostmaster)

“You're sick,” the Grandmaster says.

Loki hears something new in the Grandmaster’s voice. Something...curious?

Loki Runway by Xparrot (words: 6,335 | rating: G | Gen | Crack)

Loki hadn't been observed with a new scepter, and there had yet to be another alien invasion, but he was still a supervillain. SHIELD was on high alert for three months.

Which was when the new season of Project Runway started airing, and one of the designers strutting his stuff in the opening, boldly declaring, "I'll show you mortals how to make it work," set off every facial recognition program SHIELD had.

And it's played on a table? by Lunik (words: 1,431 | rating: G | Gen)

There is no flyting in this game of "Table Tennis".

That Sheds His Blood With Me by Kadorienne (words: 12,541 | rating: G | Gen)

"Because you are my brother," Thor told him.

(Politics and family on Asgard. A brotherly love story.)

Learning To Fly by astolat (words : 6,279 | rating:E (for violence) | Gen)

I don't see why I should follow the crowd, the magpie said.

Five Times Loki Could Have Been A Villain by Kadorienne (words: 3,344 | rating: G | Gen | Character Death)

Five AUs where Loki is not a mere antagonist, but an actual villain.

He would have acted very differently.

the ship at the end of the universe by Lise (words: 14,523 | rating: T | Gen)

After the end of the world, trying to make a new beginning.

Or, defeating Hela only solves some problems. It also creates a lot of new ones.

drown my woes in a lake of fire by Lise (words: 15,386 | rating: T | Past Frostmaster | CW: Past Noncon )

Loki is back with Thor and (nominally) free of the Grandmaster. This does not mean all the problems are resolved.

[izhunny]

💚Frostiron Flash Fiction💚

Collection of related short fics (500 or 1k words)

For majority age readers

Available to logged in AO3 members only

Most chapters not remotely appropriate for reading at work or in public

Chapter 38 ...Unforgettable, too

The Avengers were called in to face a pack of teenagers hopped up on magic mojo and redbull causing low-level mayhem and property damage in Greenwich Village. Doctor Strange took notice of what was happening down the block from his digs and stepped in to assist. This isn't that story.

Loki was invited to the party cause he's surprisingly good with the younger crowd and teleported in just as Strange cast a temporary forgetfulness spell in an effort to subdue the teens without actual harm.

Basically Loki took a friendly-fire hit so I could play with the Amnesia Trope. Got it? Good, here we go. (1k)

Link above goes directly to ficlet or start at the beginning.  

[spacefloosie]

One more for the Frostiron crowd.

I mean - aren’t they gorgeous?

How could I possibly resist? Even as a non-shipper

[the-fire-might-be-shooting-at-us]

oke so @toxtrickery​ asked for some Loki fics so yeah lol

I Am Yours, And All – Or The Arduous Emancipation Of One Loki Odinson by black_feather_fiction

After Odin’s death, Hela doesn’t appear on Midgard, and Thor isn’t interrupted by her in his growing grief and rage at his father’s death. He accidentally kills Loki in his anger, and only barely manages to bring him back. Since his brother would not survive travelling the Bifrost, Thor takes him to Tony to seek medical help. As the Avengers involuntarily get more and more involved in the family dynamics between Thor and Loki, they realise that this becomes all less and less about protecting people from Loki, and more and more about protecting Loki from Thor instead.

That fanfic-

Wow

I love it lol

it’s anti Thor tho so don’t read it if you dont like that stuff

Can't Help Falling In Love  by clexa_should_live_on_forever

An AU when Loki succeeded in ruling Midgard (Earth) and everyone just let him be, because crime rates are at an all time low and he's proving himself to be a great king (just what he deserved). But that is not all, because every good king needs a queen, and because Loki is too stubborn to go out and look for one in the streets as he's 'perfectly fine, Thor, lay off me and go back to Asgard, will you?', it is now Thor's duty to make sure that his brother settles down with a nice woman (or man, but he hasn't got any experience in that so he thought that he would focus on finding a suitable woman whom Loki likes and if by the third time it doesn't work, then he'll have no choice but to leave it to his brother)

And of course, who might be a better suitor than a random pretty girl that he spotted in a crowded subway train?

I didn’t read this one yet so don’t really trust me

Ever Since We Met  by deweydrops

Modern-day Logyn AU. Grad student Sigyn is spending winter break scraping by working at a jewelry store, managing her two roommates, and adjusting to life in the city. When ambitious but lonely attorney Loki crosses her path one snowy day, they'll discover how to keep each warm during a winter of ice, snow, and record lows.

I love the whole series sdkfgsjdfgsjgfse

read ittttt-

the amount of whump i cant-

Fix You  by ZappyTiel

Loki escaped the Allfather's eternal captivity by assuming a new identity in New York City. He lives an isolated existence, one that necessitates resignation to a life of monotony. But two years building a new life has made him complacent. For months, Tony Stark has been following him to his favorite sandwich shop, and he had no idea.

Absolutely yes

I love that one

one of my favourite frostiron fics

i cant wait to finish it

And now for my favourite Loki fic....e v e r:

Rise From Ash   by  Mikkeneko

Or: Five Times Loki Didn't Save the World (And One Time He Did)

When Loki's world falls apart around him, he learns that sometimes you do get a second chance.

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I LOVE THAT ONNNNEEEEEE

I JUST

AHHH

SDJFHSJDGFSJYDF

A CLASSIC

I ALWAYS RE-READ IT

The ending though....

it just...✨broke me✨

I have never been the same since reading this fic

There are sooooo much more fics

but my brain is nonexistent lol

let me know if anyone needs more fic recs!!!

[securitybreach]

Only a few hours since the trailer was released and the frostiron crowd is already busy making gifs, writing fics, and also, the discord is ripe with prompts.

I’m so proud of you guys 🤍🤍🤍

Please share your links if you like, I want to see it all!

[rabentochter]

Just a rant about ‘recent’ content creating experiences

I’m sorry if you do not want to see this. Feel free to ignore this if you do not want to hear about this. It’s not bad, I just have. There just is so much going on and I’m at this point where I either yell about it or I just, end up choking on it.

I love Frostiron and the fandom with my whole heart; I have undoubtedly made some of my best friends in this fandom and that’s something I’m never going to forget because I do not want to miss these people in any way at all. There’s been so much amazing stuff happening here, it feels so freakin unreal that I only “started” to create content for Frostiron in late 2018, early 2019. So, let’s say I’ve been here active since over a year.

This year has been wild, and not all of it has been good. Recently, tbh, it hasn’t been great at all.

I have since December 2019, not have had a month where I didn’t have at least one asshole in my comments. And that’s not only comments saying, “Just delete your story it fucking sucks” there also is a wild, wild array of, “Yeah but X doesn’t make any sense and this is why this is so bad and —” “Oh yeah, I suppose it makes sense that you do this that way but you could have—” “Yeah and there’s a typo, here, hope to see it fixed soon!” (which was btw the entire comment) There’s been a lot of condescending comments, a lot of demands about what I should do and how dare I not to do that exactly this way, etc. You get what I mean. There’s been an incident of pointing out a fucking typo in an open, public room to make fun of it?

I don’t want to open my comments anymore to read them. I don’t want to read my bookmarks anymore because people tag it with other ships or just go, “sucks” ?? So sorry that you read something that is tagged and has a summary and you decide to go “Sucks” and feel the need to publicly announce it too?

I don’t want to post stuff anymore because I’m afraid it’ll be “popular” or something remotely like that, and that seems to draw in the wrong crowd because. Yeah. Someone once pointed out to me how to draw something better and Karen, I never asked for that advice, just gtfo.

I just want to enjoy my online experience, real life is stressful and anxiety-inducing enough; I do not need that kind of extra pressure online. I want to have fun. I want to talk with my friends about plots and prompts, to sit down and just enjoy what we’re doing. Do you even know how difficult that is?

Recently I drew art and I sat there and started crying because of how ““bad”“ it is; the drawing isn’t bad. I think. But is it good enough that people will leave me alone over it, and only say what they like about it? I’ve been writing an arranged marriage AU and so often I catch myself thinking, “Is the plot hole too obvious?” “What can I say if X gets pointed out in defence?”

....That’s not how fun stuff is supposed to be. I don’t want to sit there and debate anxiously if what I have is good enough for someone. And sure, you can say, just delete the comment, it doesn’t matter — I have seen the comment. The comment is there, right in my fucking brain, it’s making me tired, it’s making me so tired.

Stop justifying an asshole’s actions, you are not the one who gets the vitrol of it. You’re not the one who gets to live with that. Stop arguing with me over how I am feeling and don’t bloody guilt trip me or any others.

I miss being excited about comments. I miss being excited about creating something and showing it off— I prefer to send my stuff to a few people only, if they read it is up to them but if they want it, it’s there. But at least I can make sure that way I don’t get shit delivered my way. I can trust them to know where the boundaries are; are people even aware still how much trust you have to put into people to put your own stuff out there?

Hey, I can make fun of assholes only for so much and for so long; there is a point where I will start staring at the wall and only will stare and cry. I’ve been doing that a lot recently, no joke, this is what it must feel like to catch up on the crying you refused to do for years, lol.

But the point to all this is: I miss people being kind.

There are kind people out there, there are sweet and loving comments, there are good people. I know that. It’s just gotten so difficult to see them. All I see is stress.

I’m scared of losing my friends if they move fandom. I won’t, I’m sure of that but someone gotta tell my brain that. The possibility is there. I’m afraid of losing the interest in creating if this continues — and I’ve been thinking a lot about taking a break in recent days.

I hate that I’m at the point of that thought alone. That was not what was supposed to happen.

Just, I’m knocking wood so hard on that whatever this change in behaviour brought about, is going to turn back into people being more kind soon. Please. The people who will read this probably aren’t the ones who do this stuff.

I’m only feeling tired and I have to get stuff off my chest. I miss the days where I was hyper for creating. Gawd. I feel like an old lady, ninety cats in my arms and being all, “Back in the old days...” Goddamn, I’m 20, I do not want to be an old, cynic hag just yet.

[unfortunatelyevent]

Last 10 Fics Tag Meme

Rules: Post the first lines of your last ten fics read or written and then tag others to do the same.

so i saw this and i really liked it so i’m doing it

1. Visceral Reactions by STARSdidathing (frostiron)

Tony wasn’t entirely sure how it happened.

One moment, he was chained to a wall in Loki’s latest warehouse lair and the mage was monologing. Tony was delivering his usual snarky one liners in response and Loki was trying not to look amused.

They were enemies just doing their thing and passing time until someone could save Tony (or he could save himself).

The point was, Loki was mid-monologue, throwing in some “mortals are beneath me, I hate you all” crap. Tony was rebutting that Loki was an Asgardian snob and, a total liar because he knew Loki liked a lot of Earth food, clothing and music.

Loki was towering over him and glowering.

And then... then they were kissing.

2. Friends Don’t Let Friends by theorytale (frostiron)

Steve was angling his shield to deflect a blast from Loki's staff, when out of nowhere the Hulk dropped down - splintering the concrete under their feet - and scooped Loki up in one massive green hand. Steve cringed reflexively even as he relaxed his stance. Loki was an evil bastard, sure, but watching Hulk use him like that whack-a-mole game was just… uncomfortable.

Only, Hulk didn't smash.

Loki struggled uselessly, yelling for the Hulk to put him down. It was kind of funny how fast the guy could go from menacing and legitimately frightening to… kind of pitiful. The cognitive dissonance gave Steve a headache.

Hulk lifted Loki up and peered at him intently, brow furrowed. "What puny god's intentions?"

3. Obliviousness Can Lead To True Love by pointnclickbait (science boyfriends)

Bruce swore softly shooting a glance at his watch as he hurried to the next presentation. This conference was turning out to be more hectic than he had expected. He had been hoping to catch a couple of presentations in particular but had already managed to miss some of them. The one he was hoping to attend the most was after the one he was currently running to. He really hoped he didn’t miss it. He paused at the entrance to the conference room to catch his breath before entering. He stepped in and scanned the room before hurrying to the one free space he could see. He settled down just as the speaker took to the floor.

He was so invested in what he was hearing that he forgot to keep an eye on the time and wasn’t aware of it until he was applauding the conclusion of the presentation. He looked at his watch absentmindedly before doing a double take when he saw the time. Swearing loudly this time he tried to squeeze his way through the crowd. By the time he finally escaped the room more precious time had elapsed. Inevitably by the time he reached his destination there was no possible way that he could have gotten inside. He let out a sigh of frustration and scrubbed his hand through his hair. It looked like he wasn’t getting into Tony Stark’s talk after all. He dropped his hand with another sigh. He’d been looking forward to the talk all weekend. It was the reason he had asked to have his presentation given so early, he had been hoping that he wouldn’t have to worry about the talks clashing. He swallowed his disappointment and headed for the dining hall hoping to eat his feelings.

4. The Language of Love by 1derspark (kaysanova)

To be in Jerusalem is to be hard of hearing.

Nicolo learns quickly there was no silence to be had in the city. Even on the way here, there is noise: the breaking of waves against a Genoese ship, the clamor of a thousand knights and horses, their armor clattering like heavy shells on the march to the holy city.

There is never silence. In Jerusalem it’s as if God were screaming, and with every hoarse screech the devil answered.

The battlefield is everywhere, and so is the blood. The sound of death, the sound of pain. Nicolo has dreamed in war cries for years, so this did not bother him. He dreamed in black curls, a dark helm pulled over an angry face, teeth bared and chattering in a language he did not understand but would soon come to hear very frequently.

He meets this man — the one that roars and tramples down swathes of armies beneath his feet — not too long after the fighting starts.

5. Here We Are, Born to be Kings by Purple_ducky00 (iron husbands)

“Your Highness. Lord Stark is here to see you.” Quentin Beck holds up his nose.

Prince James Rhodes rolls his eyes. It’s not like Beck should judge. He was only hired because his family was in serious debt.  Tony is working out of his.

Tony walks in a few minutes later, hair askew. “Wow, Rhodey, your servants hate me. I call it an achievement.”

“They just think it’s ok to judge since their scandals happened long ago enough for people to forget. You don’t deserve this.”

“I probably do.” Tony shrugs. “It doesn’t bother me. Actually, it gives me the chance to ditch my politeness because they already dislike me.”

6. Impossible Things by accioromulus (wolfstar)

Sirius arrives at the party two hours late and covered in snow. Facebook had suggested around thirty people were coming—a number which already threatened to overwhelm James and Lily’s tiny flat. When Sirius arrives at just past ten however, he immediately wishes he’d brought a sledge hammer, if only to make it past the front door. It’s clear that no less than fifty guests had burrowed their way inside. They stand in every corner, filling the narrow hallways and spilling out from every room, their faces vaguely familiar to him, their chattering bright and enthusiastic. Music drifts in from the sitting room, and it takes Sirius a moment to recognize it, bizarrely, as Christmas Carols, despite the New Years Eve decorations strung about the walls. He turns a corner, attempting suave and casual, but instead narrowly avoids a party-goer's over-enthusiastic elbow by crashing into Lily Evans.

7. greater love has no one than this by Jack_R (kaysanova) ((THIS IS A FAVE))

‘I am not going to Rum,’ Yusuf said. ‘They are filthy, depraved degenerates, and I will not bring dishonour on the house of my father by consorting with these Greeks dogs.’

‘I thought your mother was Greek,’ Niccolò said, mildly.

‘Then you should trust me when I say that their entire civilisation is simply beyond saving,’ Yusuf said.

8. fearfully and wonderfully made by bethecowboy (kaysanova)

Yusuf’s blood buzzes so hard through his veins that it takes all his effort to stay still. Every part of him longs for motion, for justice, for a swift end to the constant exhaustion.

He always calms his limbs, his mind, in time for Fajr: his forehead kisses the ground as the new sun soaks the sand in deep russet oranges. Light glints of the breastplates of dead Christians; it caresses the faces of his fallen brothers who had died defending the outer wall.

9. Genus and Species by 27dragons, tisfan (winteriron)

When Bucky opened his eyes, all he could see was green in all directions. At first he thought that was just the remainder of the Time Stone’s power. Thanos had done… something. No one quite knew what because the battle had been so confusing; the Power Stone blasting purple rays everywhere, the Space Stone moving people out of position, lord only knew what was happening with the Reality Stone. And then there had been a great, green wave of energy--

“Ug,” said someone nearby. It took Bucky a moment to clear his thoughts enough to identify it: Tony. “I feel like a Pride parade just swallowed me whole and then puked me out.” A pause. “Why are we in a jungle?”

10. Through The Years by hawkbucks (winteriron)

Tony is 8 and Natasha is 12 when Tony brings Natasha home for the first time.

“Mamma!” he brightly exclaims as soon as Maria opens the door, holding up one of his hands that is intertwined with one of Natasha’s. “This is Natasha! She helped me while I was walkin’ home from school today.” Before Maria can say anything, Tony is already rushing past her, dragging his newfound friend into the living room with him. He leads her to the rather lavish, cream-colored couch that’s bigger than necessary and tells her to sit down, letting go of her hand.

“Some’a the kids at school were followin’ me and sayin’ bad things to me,” Tony starts to explain as he takes off his patent leather shoes, remembering what his mother said about tracking dirt into the house. “But Natasha made ‘em go away. Then she said she’d keep walkin’ with me so that I’d get home all safe. She was really awesome!”

and that’s that, i have to say that i absolutelly love and rec all of these!

ok i’m tagging: @natyhunter @atypical-snowman @simplyclockwork @camp-half-dumbass and whoever wants!!! (also everyone i tagged please don’t feel obligated!!!)

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For the rare pair, I'd love frostiron with loki using endearments!! I also love thunderiron and ironpanther

Tony sighs. Wiggles around a little. The chains don’t leave him with much room though.

At least he’s not naked this time. Loki’s unfortunately one of their smarter opponents. He’s caught on very fast to the fact that you do not leave Tony Stark with anything he can potentially use to build something if you go through the effort of kidnapping him.

Tony used to wake up naked in these scenarios far more often than he’s honestly comfortable with. But since the pneumonia incident (really, the isolation in dungeons is deplorable), Loki’s been surprisingly accommodating in that regard. As such, Tony now tends to find himself wearing sweatpants or onesies that he’s pretty sure Loki has stolen from the children section and magic-ed up to fit him. 

“Really?” Tony asks after a moment, unable to stop himself. “Chains?”

Loki shrugs. “I’d personally prefer you tied up in silk, but it is tradition, sweetheart. You can’t blame a person for being old-fashioned.”

Tony leans back, although the wooden back rest doesn’t exactly make the position more comfortable. “I know I went into this relationship with my eyes wide open, but somehow I expected a little less kidnappings now. Not that it wasn’t charming in the beginning and all, but don’t you think we have grown past that?”

It had been charming too.

Started out with Loki kidnapping one of the Avengers to bait Thor into a fight, only then he took Tony once and never went back to anyone else. It was annoying sometimes, but also kind of nice in that Loki never actually did anything except flirt and get into a fight with Thor that involved so much family shit it made all bystanders uncomfortable to be in the same room. But then Tony and Loki had started talking -- because Tony wasn’t very good at playing nice, quiet kidnappe, okay -- and well. It all evolved from there somehow.

“Oh, we are, darling.” Loki nods, perfectly agreeable.

“So then what’s with the chains? And the chair? Cause I gotta say, you usually magic up better quality products, Loki.” 

He does too. Tony’s kept those chairs, the once that survived his rescue via Thor at least. Not that Loki needs to know that part.

“Ah, no.” Loki waves him off and stops his slow, circling walk around the dimly lit room. “I’m afraid I’m not responsible for this particular scenario, my star.” His lips twitch into the sort of amused smile the Avengers have learned to mean duck, NOW! “I’m afraid you’ve been kidnapped.”

“I’ve noticed.” Even as he says it though, Tony’s mind races at the implications. “So you didn’t-?”

“Not as such.” 

Loki tilts his head around suddenly, towards a door Tony hadn’t payed attention to until now. “Here come the captors.”

Right on cue the door slams open. In storm a couple of masked people, all of whom freeze at the sight of Loki standing in the middle of their dinky prison cell, casually inspecting the hem of his white shirt.

“You’re Loki!” One of them exclaims, even as what appears to be the head honcho pushes himself to the front of the crowd.

“Here to rescue your little fucktoy, freak?” sneers the soon-to-be-dead villain of the week.

Loki snorts. Actually snorts. It might be the least dignified action Tony has seen of his lover since the Hulk punched him into the floor.

“I hardly think so. I’m just here to enjoy the show.” And with that Loki leans back against the wall, calm as you please. If Clint didn’t threaten to put an arrow through his eyeball every time the two are in close proximity of each other, Tony suspects Loki would have conjured himself popcorn. Clint’s a bad influence like that.

“Awww, Loki. You shouldn’t have.” Tony coos as he wiggles his left hand free. “It’s not even our anniversary yet.”

[aka the one where Loki is protective as fuck but tries to be subtle about it, Tony  gets kidnapped way too often and is still a BAMF and some weekly villain is about to have a really bad day] 

[icevvitch]

Cold and Broken - Hallelujah

Winter thoughts on her political marriage to James. Based on an alternate timeline created between myself and Stat. 

Tags: Angst. SFW - but a swear is in there. 

Ships: FrostIron and QroWin 

****

Winter had suffered mindless wedding planning, bridal showers, fittings, press, and it all led up to this day. When she had imagined her wedding in her formative years, although it happened seldom, it looked nothing like this. It felt nothing like this. 

Was a bride really meant to wish the day was over before it had truly begun?

She had lost sleep the night before not for excitement, but dread. Regardless of what she had wished today would be, she knew there was nothing to do to change it now. 

The marriage of General James Ironwood and Specialist Winter Schnee - the story of the month. It had just the right amount of scandal to keep the masses titillated, she was his subordinate and quite a bit younger. But a marriage between a Schnee and the de facto leader of Atlas? 

Why, it would have to be the party of the century. 

A party she did not want to attend.

If it was up to her, their wedding would be tiny and intimate. Witnesses, an officiate, and their closest friends, no more. Love in their eyes as they said, “I do.” A modest chocolate cake with white icing. A short honeymoon.

None of these things did she receive.

She was not under any illusions that he loved her, though she believed herself in love with him for years. She made herself believe that it would be enough. A political marriage would be good for press, make James seem human but in control to the people, she would get to marry the man she believed she loved. And he would be good to her - even if he did not love her. 

But was it enough? Truly? 

As she stared at the engagement ring on her finger, she felt sick to her stomach. It seemed fake, the diamond was so large - a piece of paltry jewelry from the party store. Plastic. 

“Excited, are we?” said the person currently curling her hair into elegant waves, catching her seemingly longing gaze at the glittering, heavy ring weighing down her hand. 

It took her a moment to respond, “Yes.” She did not even convince herself. But she was widely known as an frigid individual, the stylist paid no mind.

“His jaw is going to drop when he sees you!” they gushed, and she almost laughed aloud. Maybe. Probably not. Definitely not. 

As the person worked at her mane of white hair, Winter itched. She rarely let anyone touch her hair. Qrow was the last person she had allowed to touch it. As a comb was passed over a section to be curled, she imagined it was his fingers, gently combing through as he held her close.

But that was dangerous. Winter pushed thoughts of his warm eyes and gentle smile from her mind.

Instead, she allowed herself to think of Weiss, her wonderful, bright, strong little sister, who had often braided Winter’s hair when they were children.

That was safe, familiar, and she longed for her sister to be here. To do her hair for her, to help her into her dress. If Weiss was there Winter would feel like she could do this. 

Or maybe Weiss would remind of her of all the reasons that she should not.

“Are you happy, Winter?”

“Are you happy, Winter?”

“Ms. Schnee? Do you like it?”

Oh, it was the stylist, asking if she was happy with the outcome of her hair.

She barely looked in the mirror, “Yes, I do. Thank you.” 

Maybe her next, “I do,” would sound more convincing.

Maybe.

Next was the dress, a sleek white dress of silk and lace, she barely recognized herself in it. While it was the one thing she had most control over in this affair, she still felt ill to look at herself in the mirror.

It was. Adequate. She felt. Adequate. 

Why could she not just fool herself into believing this is what she wanted? She had said yes. He had smiled and slipped the ring on her finger, kissed her, fucked her. It was.

Adequate.

“You are gorgeous Ms. Schnee. Oh... I should get used to referring to you as Mrs. Ironwood, I suppose.”

Winter almost vomited on her dress.

In her haste to rid herself of every piece of her father, she would be taking on another man’s name. Winter Ironwood. Winter Ironwood. Winter Ironwood.

Winter Branwen.

No.

That was not fair.

She had not seen him in years, since Beacon.

Beacon.

Where they... when he... and she...

Sentences she did not want to finish, she did not want to remind herself of how she could feel. He was gone. She was here. Marrying another man, one that had warned her time and time again to stay away from Qrow Branwen.

She did not obey, not in mind nor body.

Even now, her body warmed to think of how he would look at her in this dress and she suddenly did not mind the garment as much. She allowed herself a few moments to think of a small wedding to Qrow. Truly meaning I do. 

What would Qrow think of her now?

It was too much to think about with her hair perfect and her face made up. It made her want to scorch the garment, tear the pins out of her hair, and cry. 

But she would not cry. She would not have the tabloids plastering her discontent across black and white pages, countless internet articles. She could not bear the disappointment in James’ eyes. She wondered if he was having any second thoughts while he was getting dressed.

It would be.

Adequate.

Suddenly, it was time. She had no where to run now, her only option was to walk down the long aisle, and smile.

The huge double doors were opened to reveal her, there was a gasp from the crowd, cameras flashed. She allowed a tiny curve of her lips, the best she could do.

And there he was. 

He looked perfect. She looked perfect. This would be perfect. They would be perfect.

Winter never had a very active imagination, but as she made her way down the aisle, every eye on her, she felt the picture shift.

Ruby eyes, not sapphire. 

Shorter, slighter, keep the dusting of grey in his hair. 

A gentle smile, love replaced pride in his eyes. 

A person Winter could truly smile for, and she did - the cameras went wild. The gorgeous bride smiling at her future husband would be a front page image for days to come. 

But it wasn’t for him.

Her mind’s eye was trying to be kind, make her long walk seem shorter. Her body felt light, not heavy, thinking about what could not be. The crowd disappeared. Weiss led her as the maid of honor. They were outside, not in a grand Atlesian hall. Her bouquet was full of her favorite flowers, not the most aesthetic. 

Qrow held out his hand to her, but it didn’t feel right as she slipped her hand in his, climbing the final steps to stand at his side. 

Winter kept her eyes trained forward, lest the illusion disappear. 

“Do you take this woman to be your wife?” 

“I do.”

The voice was wrong.

Let her live in fantasy just for one more moment. Just one more moment. Let her hold onto a dream for a few seconds longer before she woke up. 

“And do you take this man to be your husband?”

Winter’s hands shook minutely as she slipped the ring on his finger, hands that didn’t belong to the man she wished was there. Her dream was shattering with the white flashes of the cameras. 

“I do.” 

“I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Her veil was lifted, along with her illusion, along with her idiotic dreaming. James’ gloved hand cradled her cheek as he leaned in to kiss her. It was.

Adequate. 

****

Why did I write this lmfao. 

[intensitystoner]

Verglas

Shallow mood-snippets on that damsel-rescue trope, post-Endgame AU with Tony alive. Life after adopting a tortured Loki.

mildly Frostiron fluff ~ T+ ~ 2,700 words ~ incomplete

-

Even after playing paper football with a blue alien cyborg, 3D chess with a genocidal god was not among his long term plans. Then again, he was kind of renowned for his spur-of-the-moment plotting, so the Universe didn’t manage to catch him off guard with it. Not even when he lost every single game. He kept a good face for it. He took away from it what he delved in for anyway: data.

FRIDAY was present in this safehouse as well, monitoring the brain activity, amongst all, of the sorcerer. Or ex-sorcerer, possibly sorcerer-on-a-break-from-magic, given that he was unable or unwilling to produce a spark of the impressive unexplainable shit he showed off with back in 2012. Tony was in the middle of a lengthy project: exploring the change (damage, to be crudely exact) these New Asgardians had done to their local devil.

He had detected the trickster during one of his virtual trips among SHIELD’s ultra-private guardian satellites that were overlooking that particular snippet of land Thor’s people were huddled upon; and the nosy twat he was, he soon learned about the inhuman circumstances of the prisoner’s keeping. That was a suicidal move, since he’d have suffocated if he had stayed put from then on. He infiltrated the still developing land without much hassle and rescued the sinner from his well earned penitence, not to distort justice but to stop a living being from such abasement. Then he sent an obscure goodbye to his wife and baby daughter, and he hid away with the shell of Loki for an unspecified length of time, until he evaluated his freshly made decisions and got over what an idiot he was.

As observed through the satellite records and the signs personally noted, Loki had appeared in New Asgard two years after Thor had left Earth with his new pals, the A-holes of the Galaxy. Little did he know, apparently, that his good old people were waiting specifically for said target to show himself. It took no longer than half a day for them to lure the distrusting god into their trap, which, Tony derived, must have been the filthiest one ever set around here. Some friendly meekness flashed, telltale signs of an amateur organisation scattered, they had the sorcerer practically walk into their arms trusting his so-called silver tongue or his ambitions or whatever.

(SHIELD had been watching. Did they let it happen for diplomatic reasons? Did they deem it satisfactory punishment in their place? Did they command the homeless god-wannabes to destroy their own kin? Was it blackmailing or bribing?) (Questions in brackets: things Tony did not acknowledge and delve into, unless he wanted to destroy himself along with his loved ones, or simply go mad. Brackets were strategic avoidance, a fence with crimson self reminders yelling keep out, moron.)

Since the formerly imprisoned god’s arrival, they had managed to seal that silver tongue entirely back into Loki’s mind. They were highly efficient at presenting him to the greatest fears and weaknesses fished out from his nightmares with some shamanistic ballyhoo.

Tony found the hidden chambers in an underground dungeon carved out by the relentless hands of these newcomers, lit by crystalline torches whose light only Tony could see because Loki was blindfolded. His ears plugged. Body bare and freshly scarred, hair trimmed to curled stubble. His swollen limbs floating mid-air, captive to cruel bondages, genitals and anus capped, plugged with tubes leading into the ceiling. His mouth gagged by another one. A strap holding two small disks on each side of the Adam’s apple. Tony had felt his heart and stomach crowd up in his throat at the sight and craved to turn away, to lessen the indignity; but he needed to take in every detail to be able to free the (mass of flesh) without further harm. He’d brought along no allies with himself, as usual.

The silence, the slackness of the body should have alerted him already while he, in the Ironsuit, lifted it off the distasteful hooks that held it up for the public’s service (see the cushioned seats and ornamented tables around); but he settled with relishing the even, listless trembling of the muscles and the arrhythmical, hoarse breathing of the scarred throat as signs of life. He didn’t have much time before he‘d be discovered and overpowered, he had to leave with his loot immediately.

The records dated back to half a decade ago, and Tony wished now that he had been less on his good behaviour and found out earlier. He had no idea why he felt guilty, really. Not even Friday could answer him this.

As mentioned, he couldn’t have breathed without doing what he felt right against the less attended shadowy bits of the Universe, and during the first period of this elopement, he was actually suffocating, despising each atom of stupid inside himself. He was tending to a body with a snippet of life awkwardly trapped in, muscles ceaselessly tugged at by some neural stress he and Friday couldn’t find the base of; none of Earth’s virtual libraries had answers, not even on the esoteric bullshit-shelves. It resembled the fine tremor of fear, but it didn’t show on the languid facial expression and it would never stop. It made spoon feeding difficult, and sleep impossible. The trickster broke Tony’s record awake time at the first run.

Loki healed rapidly from the scars, and he perceived his surroundings, but he was cocooned in a thick wall of disinterest. And Tony was choking in place of the human race, and went on in the single-storey, two-bedroom wooden cottage in the middle of a bird-ridden forest, his dark eyes lit with a peculiar light in (exhaustion) his passion for outplaying magic. If any.

He never found out before the problem solved itself – either the supposed spell wore off, or the god caught up with the events, possibly his mood changed. Tony was habitually sharing his wit about the silly T-shirt he laid by the bed for Loki’s later use. His startled jump was a moment late compared to the trickster’s, who suddenly shuddered and attempted to back up into the wall on his elbows, a groan or a moan stuck deep in his throat.

“Whoa, that’s some entry,” formed the billionaire’s exhale, which probably went unheard: the teal eyes (glowing faintly in the shutter-dimmed room like the sunlit ocean) were fixed on the Ironsuit cosily sitting in the opposite corner’s armchair.

Loki rose cautiously like the slightest breeze could have woken the beast. Or triggered a defensive mechanism, to stay on a realistic ground.

“He’s okay,” Tony informed him from the side. “He’s friendly now. I’m here. That guy is sleeping, see?” He waved with an arm to catch the scattering attention and only spoke again when Loki proceeded to take him in from head to toe. “I’m here to help you. Remember me?”

The trembling ceased gradually from then on, it faded out of the god’s posture. He remained inside his head for most of the time, however, looking at the billionaire distantly like he was made of glass.

Tony suspected and soon experienced that it helped if he had a routine – if they had a routine. It made Loki responsive, if only as much as Dum-E, bless his resting soul, minus the mistakes. He comprehended rules of games, for example, and though those brain graphs didn’t detect enjoyment in them, the thought processes were there: he understood speech, he remembered, he obeyed suggestions; at least on the outside.

-

His inability to fall asleep remained, for example, even though he did such biddings of Tony without a counterargument, like his lagging presence in the world didn’t leave him any other choices. Each time he was advised to try taking a nap, regardless of the time of the day, he spent several hours lying on the bed or couch appointed for him, breathing in heightened alertness, his body motionless but mind wakeful, revealed by the brain functions recorded without his knowledge. Well, at least he tried.

If he did fall into some exhausted coma, the buzzing of a fly could stir him up in the roughest manner. He was clearly a species that needed sleep, though, Tony could recognise dark circles of insomnia well enough. He had yet to tackle that problem for the sorcerer-on-a-break.

Whatever these god guys were doing with their hocus pocus to punish him or better him or gain his knowledge, they had pretty vile means at it. And the earthen authorities had deemed it acceptable to let these creatures live among humans. Fully aware of what they were capable of doing, and simply trusting some superstitious belief that they wouldn’t.

The thought made the hairs stand up on Tony’s back.

-

Loki was terrified of bodies of water, anything larger than a measuring cup. So a bath to cool or comfort him in the mid-summer heat was out of question. Even when the shower got a little clogged and the ankle-high basin started filling up, he was instantly  out of the bathroom straining to wind the hand-towel around his waist area on his way to his room, probably the only one he could reach in his hurry. Leaving a trail of puddles behind, mightily ignoring Tony’s inquiry from the kitchen. In the two minutes the billionaire detected the running water in the bathroom and cleaned up the floor, Loki snuck into Tony’s bedroom and stole some fresh clothes instead of the ones he had left in the dangerous area. Tony found him back in his own territory by the time he went to check on him, sitting in the armchair, chewing his nail ragged, glaring out the window, holding onto the notion with claws and teeth that this was the most natural thing in the world. Tony’s Black Sabbath shirt had soaked through around the chest area and the shoulders, the dark cotton pants stuck to the pulled-up shins, the bare toes were clawing at the cushioned seat in tension.

-

He abhorred from the basement where the tinkering chambers and the gym were, or the entrance leading down there. Figures.

He started speaking shortly after he let himself be convinced to do activities for and with Tony. Some exercise started it all, the billionaire wanted to try measuring his protégé’s physical abilities – try, mind you. He didn’t really expect Loki to comply exactly as he wanted. The mental pushback, the fear was only present in the first few minutes in his brain, and it ceased as Tony stopped his reassuring comments that nothing vile was going to happen and the process became natural. Loki did the required push-ups or sit-ups alongside Tony in the grass before the house without complaint; they jogged together on the forest path around the residence, although only the billionaire panted heavily at the end of each round. On the third day, Loki left him behind and waited for him idling under the pear tree near the entrance, perhaps he didn’t even cheat it off.

Elated, Tony initiated exercise that required more creativity, like boxing and wrestling, but Loki pulled out of those regardless of whether he was asked to do it alone or invited for a duel.

“Please, no,” were his first words answering the billionaire’s insistence then, before he went back into the house. Tony decided not to make a big deal out of it; he invited him for a game of chess instead; as it occurred, very wisely.

-

The God of Fears smelt and avoided hot cooking oil from the next room. Before Tony discovered the trait and started with food preparation in the American kitchen whenever it felt fit, the sorcerer tended to leave the bathroom through the window, enter his quarters through the closed terrace door (ruining the lock and making an innocent face afterwards each time) while oil sizzled in the pan for lunch or dinner. The kitchen was a mine field of triggers in itself, it occurred.

He reeled back out of the kitchen-lounge like a virgin in a brothel once as he caught Tony making dumplings.

“What are you doing?” came the muffled question from the other side of the wall; his second sentence uttered aloud.

“Food,” Tony answered while squeezing small pieces of the paste through a gap between his thumb and index finger. “Not poison.”

It took about half a minute to guess the subject of the god’s abhorrence. This meaty, sticky-slippery mess did remind of guts, if you thought hard enough. If you had a well conditioned imagination.

There went Tony’s plan to eat something natural once in a lifetime; to eat at all that evening, in fact. Pepper might have been able to make the dumplings irresistible even for a traumatised god, they were her speciality. Tony missed them.

-

“Loki,” he leaned forwards in the chair on an idle afternoon, while they were sitting out on the shaded porch like two cowboys in jogging pants. He looked deep into the teal eyes to have their attention while sharing the important truth. “In case you’re wondering why I’m so keen on fathering you, it’s not to be pushy or demand anything in return. You don’t owe me anything. It’s a favour to an old friend, okay? Your brother has asked me to look after you in case of your return.”

Well, it was almost entirely the truth, Thor did scatter shyly grumbled notes in defence of his brother when it came up among the remaining Avengers. And the feeling might have been mutual because the trickster perked up subtly at the mention of the thunder god, his head still bent down but his eyes watching intently for the continuation.

“Sorry, pal, I can’t tell you where he went,” Tony threw up an arm apologetically. “I only know he left for Space with a bunch of whackos. A raccoon, a tree, some demigod, a moth girl… and a few more chaps. In an orange spaceship, if that helps; I don’t know how many orange ships fly around out there. Is it a popular colour in the Galaxy-?”

He found himself blinking a few times because the sight was unbelievable: Loki was smiling. Leering. Laughing maybe; though he made no sound, his shoulders were shaking while his palm slid over his lips, then his eyes, head bent down amongst a curtain of hair.

“Pretty expectable, huh?” the billionaire agreed. “Oh. You haven’t seen him in the past decade, have you? Boy, are you in for a treat.”

He stood up during the latter note and stepped into the house, to find the suitable device for displaying his digital photo albums.

-

He had Friday order McDonald’s to the end of the forest path for safety reasons, then took a cap and sunglasses to head out.

“I need to accept delivery out there,” he told the god lounging in an armchair. “A fifteen-minute walk with birds and bees. Wanna come?”

He put on his shoes while waiting for the never-coming answer. He caught sight of the trickster lingering in the doorway afterwards.

“We can go by car if you prefer,” he noted. “I just thought to get some air, to satisfy my wife’s voice in my head. But the car is fine. We can pull down the windows, that should suffice for her.”

Loki shook his head and then added verbal confirmation.

“No. Thank you.”

The latter was soft and sounded intensely desperate to Tony’s ears, but he wasn’t the one to tell. He might have been projecting his own nervousness from leaving the god here alone for the first time.

“I’ll be back in thirty,” he reassured himself and maybe Loki, and he descended the steps of the porch. He decided to take the car, after all.

He jogged from the car to the house with the bags in his arms, seeing no reason to be careful with the lidded cups and all anyway.

“Schmo’s back,” he announced from the entrance. It sounded a tad more commanding than he intended, but at least his stomach’s uneasiness was out of it.

Loki only spoke up when the billionaire stepped into the lounge with the rustling bags.

“So slow,” he muttered, occupied with the mixing of cold water and instant tea at the kitchen counter.

“Missed me?”

Tony tried not to judge on his own, but he strongly felt like the following silence was rather sassy than nonchalant.

-

TBC never

[hymn2000]

Ideal Confusion - MCU AU Fanfic - C5

(Title subject to change)

Story summary: Giving into the constant pressure from the press, Tony decides to put a rest to the rumours that Peter is his biological son - once and for all.

Previous Chapter(s): 1 2 3 4

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, adoption, DNA test(s), pressure, peer pressure, social issues, mentions of alcoholism, mental health problems, potentially some minor medical inaccuracies, mentions of corporal punishment, hurt/comfort

You can also find me on AO3

Chapter 5 - Politics And Papers

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Peter couldn’t help being annoyed that his parents had had a takeaway without him.

“How come I had to have soup and you two got a takeaway?” Peter pouted.

“You don’t like kebabs” Loki said.

“No, but I like chips. I would’ve still had something”

“You were in distress” Tony said. “You needed something nourishing”

“I could’ve had salad with my chips”

“Stop trying your luck. It’s done with” Tony said. “Now go and get dressed”

“I don’t want to”

“Tough. Do as you’re told”

Peter pouted and shook his head. 

“Well in that case, I’ll get you dressed myself” Loki said, grabbing Peter and throwing him over his shoulder.

Tony chuckled at Peter’s indignant howls and struggling as Loki took him out of the room. It was a relief being able to laugh at something - even something as silly and mundane as that.

-

Peter put up a good fight, but he was no match for Loki, who was triumphant in his mission. Peter looked at himself in the mirror once it was over.

“I can’t wear this!” he protested.

“Why not?” Loki said.

“It makes me look... cute!”

“You are cute” Loki said. “If you hadn’t made such a fuss, you could have chosen your own outfit. I wouldn’t have had to step in if you’d just been sensible”

Peter scowled. “What am I doing today, anyway?”

“Well, that’s up to you” Loki said. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know” Peter shrugged. “I still feel weird because of yesterday”

“I know, chick. Well, perhaps you should take it easy for a while then. Do you want some breakfast?”

“I’m not really hungry”

“Well, a cup of tea at least” Loki said, putting an arm round him. “Come along, chick”

Peter sighed heavily but went along without any fuss. Somehow he felt avoiding another scuffle with his father was probably a good idea.

-

Tony lit up when he saw Peter.

“Aww, look at you in your little dungarees! You look so cute!”

Peter scowled at him, but Tony just laughed. 

“I’m gonna pop into the office. Wanna come with me? We can get bagels on the way”

“I’m not hungry”

“You need to eat, kiddo”

“Fine, I’ll eat!” Peter said, sighing in an exaggerated fashion. “Can’t I just have breakfast here? I don’t want a bagel”

“Ok, ok” Tony said. “We’ll go out in a bit. Now get yourself fed”

-

Peter wanted to get changed before they went out, but Tony wouldn’t let him. Peter adjusted his outfit as best he could, undoing one of the shoulder straps of the dungarees and choosing an outrageous pair of metallic Dr Martens to go with them. He pulled on a hooded jacket too, hoping to give a bit of cover. Tony gave him a squeeze.

“You’re a cute little kid” he said. “Right, let’s get going”

-

Peter didn’t really want to be at the office, but he supposed it was better than sitting round the house with nothing to do all day. He still felt funny after the events of the previous day, so he was hoping for a welcome distraction from that little episode.

Being at the office certainly gave him something else to focus on, as everyone was making a fuss of him. Sadly, the hooded jacket and mad boots were not enough to throw off the cuteness that Loki had bestowed upon him during the wardrobe-based conflict that morning. 

“You’re just darling!” one lady was saying, pinching his cheeks. “I haven’t seen you since you were one of Kindsprengen’s teenager-turned-toddlers. You were wearing dungarees then, too!”

Peter remembered being victim of Kindsprengen’s gun, but he didn’t remember this woman. Like all of the other people who had pinched his cheeks till they were sore in the past, she just blended in as another faceless hand - not exactly something he favoured in an acquaintance.

“Alright, that’s enough” Tony said, kindly but firmly. “You’re making him look like a little Russian doll”

“He’s a cute kid” Another woman said. “Just like his father”

Tony laughed, but it sounded forced. He put his arm round Peter.

“Come on, kiddo: you can give me a hand with some of these papers”

-

Being in Tony’s office gave them some much needed privacy.

“Your cheeks’ll be safe for a while in here” Tony said. “Relax, kiddo! You look so tense”

“I am tense. I’m going through some stuff, remember?”

“You brought half of it on yourself, you naughty little bastard” Tony grinned. “You take after your parents”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not”

“Well, you can make up your mind while we get some work done”

There was a lot to do, and a lot Peter could help with - which was good, in a way, because it meant he didn’t have time to think about any of his problems.

“You’re good at this already” Tony said, checking Peter’s work. “You’ll make a great successor one day, chick” 

Peter didn’t dare say that maybe he didn’t want to be a successor to Stark Industries. Tony was stressed enough as it was (and so was Peter). Starting an argument wouldn’t do any good for anyone.

-

While they were at the office, everything was fine. It was a different story, however, when they went outside. As always, word had got out that Tony was at the office, and the paps had shown up, ready with their cameras and notebooks and tape recorders.

“Jesus, that’s a lot of reporters” Tony said, putting an arm tight round Peter. “You know the drill, kiddo”

Peter nodded. Just stay quiet and walk. It was always the same.

There really were a lot of people there - much more than Peter had expected. They were loud too; shouting and asking questions, cameras flashing, people pushing and shoving, trying to get their microphones as close as possible. They really were close too: boxing them in, some of them inches away, some of them very almost grabbing them.

Just stay quiet and walk.

Peter’s heart was thumping hard. He felt overwhelmed; hot, scared. He tried to stay close against Tony, hiding as much as he could. It’d be over in a minute.

Just stay quiet and walk.

Something about the continued lack of response and Peter’s obvious apprehension just seemed to make the reporters more insistent.

“Mr Stark, you’ve yet to release a statement about the ongoing story!”

“Mr Stark, is it true that you planned to hide your biological son behind a fake adoption story forever?”

“Mr Stark, if you’re so insistent he’s not your real son, who won’t you do a DNA test to prove it?”

“Mr Stark, I'm a spokesperson for Benchmark DNA Testing, and-”

“Mr Stark, do you-”

“Mr Stark, is it true that-”

“Mr Stark-!

“Mr Stark-!”

“Mr-Stark-!”

Peter stopped walking. Everything sounded so loud, but so blurry, like he was underwater. He felt sick, and tried to bury his face in Tony’s chest to block everything out.

“Alright, kiddo, alright” Tony said, softly. “Come on; just keep walking”

“Mr Stark, your press manager said you wouldn’t be commenting on this story. What do you have to say to everyone about these rumours?”

Tony held tight to Peter and carried on walking, making Peter walk with him. He tried to ignore all of the shouted questions and statements directed at him. He tried to focus on getting his son to safety.

“Peter, have your always known about your true parentage, or is this information news to you, too?”

Tony stopped dead, turning to stare at the reporter.

“Don’t you dare talk to him! Don’t you have anything better to do than hound a little kid?!” he shouted. “Get away from us! All of you! You’re scaring my boy and I’ll sue each and every one of you if you don’t get out of our way!!”

Miraculously, the crowd parted, although there was still a lot of shouting. Tony sped through with Peter, and within a matter of moments they were in the car and on the road home.

-

Peter flopped back in his seat, breathing deeply and trying to calm his thumping heart.

“Here” Tony said, handing him a bottle of water.

Peter took the bottle of water and took a few mouthfuls.

“Are you alright? You were shaking like mad back there, and you still look pretty shaken now”

“...I guess I got a bit scared”

“Those bastards. Who do they think they are?” Tony growled. “Coming to my office, shouting in my face, shouting at my son, taking all those photos”

Peter just nodded. Tony looked at him.

“Maybe it was a bad idea taking you out today”

“It was ok at the office” Peter said. “It gave me something else to do. It was just the outside bit that got to me”

“Yeah...” Tony took his hand and kissed the back of it. “Bloody paparazzi. I can deal with them coming onto me: I’ve never really known any different. But I can’t stand them talking to you and pressuring you. Celebrities kids should be strictly off limits, in my opinion”

“Mm... Hey, um, dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I...”

Tony glanced at him. “What’s up, chick?”

“I... I wanna see Li Allen”

“Ok” Tony said. “I can give her a call and see if she can come over some time soon”

“Thanks...”

“You know you can always ring her” Tony said. “I know you’ve got her number. And I know you’ve done it in the past”

“Yeah, I know. But sometimes it’s nicer talking to her in person” Peter said. “...I like Li Allen”

“Me too” Tony said. “She’s been brilliant all the time we’ve known her. What a woman”

Peter looked at him. “Do you fancy her?”

“What?” Tony burst out laughing. “Nice one, kid. No, I don’t fancy her. Come on! You’re almost as bad as the papers”

“Sorry...”

“Don’t be” Tony said. “Well anyway, I think it might be best if we kept you inside for a few days”

Peter pouted.

“Don’t give me that look! It’s for the best”

Tony focused on the road. He knew he’d get another ‘you can’t keep the poor thing cooped up all the time’ lecture from Loki, but he also knew it was the right thing to do: He had to keep Peter safe.

-

Loki confronted Tony when he got home. Tony looked at him warily.

“...What?”

“Please tell me you didn’t actually punch a reporter today”

“Well. Not physically”

“Tony, just give me a straight answer!”

“No, I didn’t punch anyone! Why would I?!”

“Because you were angry?” Loki suggested. “You’re all over social media already. Jo Jo sent me some links”

“I’m not in the habit of punching people when I haven’t got my suit on” Tony said. “Especially not in front of the kid”

Loki looked at Peter. “There’s some apple juice in the fridge”

Peter took the hint and went off to the kitchen. He didn’t want to get in the middle of that kind of dispute anyway.

-

Loki and Tony had a spat, and then went their separate ways to cool off. Tony went to find Loki late that afternoon. 

“Hi” 

Loki looked up from his book. “Hi”

“Where’s the kid?”

“Having a bath” Loki said. “If you listen carefully, you can hear the musical stylings of Peter Parker-John”

“What?” Tony listened hard. “I can’t hear anything”

“Mm, well, your ears aren’t as good as mine”

“Yeah... Oh” Tony said. “...Is he alright?”

“Well, if you go and listen outside his room and hear what he’s singing, you’ll find the answer”

Tony blinked at him. “Right. Well. Maybe I will”

“Then do” Loki said, looking back at his book. “We both know you’re his favourite”

-

Tony knew what Loki meant when he got to Peter’s room. He sighed and knocked on the en suite door. Peter fell silent.

“Peter, is the door unlocked?”

“Yeah”

Tony pushed the door open. “Hey, kiddo”

“Hey” Peter reached across and turned the stereo down.

“What are you listening to?” Tony asked, grabbing the folding chair and sitting down.

“...It’s from Peachtree Road”

“Oh right” Tony said, as though he knew what Peter was talking about. “...Are you alright?”

Peter shrugged.

“Hey, don’t go shutting me out, chick. What’s up?”

“I don’t know. I guess today just kinda threw me off a bit” he said. “...I don’t feel too great, actually. It’s been one of those days”

“One of those weeks, I think. Maybe even one of those months” Tony sighed, resting a hand on Peter’s head. 

Peter didn’t move, or say anything. They were both quiet for a moment or two, listening to the stereo. Tony knew what Loki meant now.

“Do you want me to leave you to it?”

Peter nodded, pulling away from him. “I’ll come and find you later if you want. I think I might go to sleep for a bit when I’ve had my bath”

“Good idea... I’ll see you in a bit”

-

Tony made Loki jump when he stormed into the living room. 

“I’m cancelling the paparazzi”

“Ok” Loki said. “Wait, what?”

“I’m cancelling them. Cancelled, finished, done with, I hate them. I’m getting rid of them”

“I think you’re being a little bit too ambitious, darling”

“Whatever, I’m not having it! How dare they upset my little boy like that?! How dare they? I won’t stand for this any longer! We both know there’s one surefire way to get them off our backs”

Loki looked at him. There was a small silence.

“Oh” he said. “I see”

“I see indeed!” Tony said, taking his mobile phone out of his pocket. “I’ve gotta make some calls”

-

Peter sat down next to Loki late that evening. There was silence for a while, but Loki could sense himself being watched, and it was off-putting.

“What?”

“Is dad angry with me?”

Loki lowered his book. “Why would you say that?”

Peter shrugged. “He’s been all weird. Like, I said I’d find him after my bath and sleep, and I did, but he just said he was busy, and he was all quiet at tea, and then he went down to the lab and told me to go and amuse myself when I tried to follow him”

“I think he’s just a little stressed” Loki said. “I wouldn’t take it personally. Give him a little space. He’s not angry with you, I assure you”

“...Are you angry with me?”

“No. Why would I be?”

Peter shrugged. “I guess I’m just feeling a bit paranoid or mixed up or something”

Loki sighed. He set his book aside and put an arm round Peter’s shoulders. Peter leant into him.

“There now. You’re too young to worry this much. Go and have some fun. Why don’t you sneak out your bedroom window and come back drunk off WKD?”

Peter looked at him, a little shocked. “I don’t think dad would be happy about you encouraging underage drinking”

Loki laughed. “That’s just what the kids your age do, isn’t it? The ones at the Home in Scotland do. Did. My point is; act your age. Try to enjoy yourself. Let me read. Ok?”

Peter nodded slowly and slipped off the window seat. He got the message.

-

Peter did a little search of the house, even though deep down he knew there wasn’t a drop of alcohol in the place. Even the mouthwash and hand gel were alcohol free nowadays. His parents involvement with the AA wasn’t exactly a secret, and although he’d never been given the full facts, he’d overheard a few conversations when he was living with Thor, so he had a pretty good grasp of the situation. 

Still, maybe it was just as well: Peter had had a few run-ins with alcohol in the past, and they hadn’t all ended especially well. But, that did leave him at a bit of a loss of what to do. Not being one himself, he wasn’t really sure what normal fifteen year olds did. He didn’t believe the way fifteen year olds were portrayed on the television, and he wasn’t sure he had the best example of teenagers in his real life now either. 

He could think back, of course, but the Midtown lot weren’t exactly typical either: there was Ned, who was essentially just a gamer, there was Flash, who was essentially a twat, and there was MJ, who was essentially just strange... There weren’t many other people who could remember very well. The St Hendrick’s lot weren’t typical either. Most of them acted the way you’d expect a toff to act. But there was Macy, who was essentially a bitch, and perhaps a bit of a class rebel, and there was Malaki, who spent most of his time in a teachers office being shouted at. So not exactly a good indication of what he could do - unless he maybe wanted to get arrested. 

Hm, that was a thought. Peter knew exactly what he’d do if he wanted to get arrested, and it mainly consisted of stealing Loki’s motorbike and driving through a shopping centre before flipping over the handlebars when he reached the escalator. Not exactly the crime of the century, sure - but effective, he supposed.

-

Peter wandered into the living room. Truth be told, it wasn’t a room he often had to himself. Not properly, anyway. But now, Loki was busy reading (nothing new, but he had explicitly asked to be left alone), and Tony was busy down in the lab (ditto Loki’s request). So as far as Peter was concerned, he may as well have the house to himself. 

He picked up the remote, but decided he wasn’t in the mood for television, and set it aside. Instead, he turned on the stereo and loaded his playlist. Listening to music sounded like a better idea. Despite listening and singing for a while the previous day, it felt like he hadn’t listened to music properly for weeks. Generally, no one minded how loud he played his music, and they’d never complained about his singing. And besides, it was a good outlet...

-

Something had certainly thrown the household off-kilter, because Peter found himself waking up on the sofa on Friday morning - something that would never happen when things were going well.

He hauled himself up from the sofa, listening hard. The house was silent. Strange, considering the time, but he supposed his parents were still asleep. He went to the kitchen and fixed himself something to eat. He sat at the little table, scrolling on his phone while he had his breakfast, and rather enjoying the peace and quiet. He felt ok. Better than ok. Good, even. He only wished the kitchen had windows so that he had the morning sun shining in on him, like he always did back at the flat, but he knew it couldn’t be helped. Other than that, he couldn’t complain. Even knowing he was grounded wasn’t off-putting: given the circumstances, a day indoors sounded like a fine idea.

*

[dragon-stones]

Toddler Madness

Chapter Name: The Park! This didn't go well Part: 2 Pairing: Frostiron     Rating: T Summary: A nice day at the Park after lunch sounds lovely. Yeah, no, that's not going to happen. Poor Loki, when is the Norns going to be nice to him?

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Much to Tony’s relief, nothing crazy happened while they walked to get lunch. Of course, there was the paparazzi, but no one wanted to be near an angry Loki for long. Though the kids decided that they didn’t want Wendy’s for lunch. It didn’t help that the group had passed an Applebees’ and well...this restaurant is one of Loki’s favorites. So, a bit of talking, they decided to have Applebees’ for lunch. Of course, Loki had told the kids to be on their best behavior.

“Thor set your hammer down,” Loki said to his brother as he got the other kids settled into their seats He’s glad they got a large table.

“But, browtha!” Thor began to protest. He wanted his hammer with him. Loki is having none of it.

Raising a brow and giving Thor that ‘What did I say’ look. He is not going to deal with naughty children. “No buts, Thor. Set the hammer down.”

“Ok.” Thor set the hammer under the table.

Loki smiled and sat into his seat next to Tony, on his right. Thor is next to his left. Peter is in a high chair next to Tony, happily garbling about. Natasha is next to Peter and next to her is Clint. Bruce is next to Clint and next to Bruce is Steve.

“All the kids are here?” Loki looked at his menu, wondering what he wouldn’t for lunch. All the kids seemed to want a chicken basket. That’s fine by Loki.

Tony looked at his menu and hummed. “I think so.” The inventor set it down and looked at the kids. “Ok, where did Bruce go?”

“Steve. No Steve.” Natasha spoke up and pointed to Steve’s empty chair.

Loki sighed. Out of all the kids to be naughty and do something like this, Loki didn’t expect it to be Bruce and Steve. The God looked around but didn’t see the two. Where could have the two gone? Loki noticed that Tony looked very annoyed, close to irritated. Oh great. Loki didn’t need an angry Iron Man on his hands.

“I’ll check the men’s restroom. They may have had to go.” Getting up, Loki headed to the men’s restroom.

“They better not be messing around in there,” Tony called to male. He didn’t want to deal with two naughty kids.

“I doubt it.” Loki mused as he enters the restroom. A few moments later Loki returns with Steve and Bruce in toe. “They only needed to use the bathroom.”

Tony nodded and seemed pleased. “At least they weren’t causing trouble.”

“They were good.” Loki chuckled and sat the two boys down in their seats. Soon they ordered and their lunch brought to them. The kids had Chicken Tender Baskets and Loki had a Grilled Chicken Tender Salad. Tony had Whisky Bacon Burger. The kids' drinks are water, Loki had water as well. Tony had some coffee. Peter had some steamed broccoli. Tony made sure the food was soft enough for Peter to eat.

“Where we going after lunch?” Clint said with his mouth a bit full of fries.

“Tony’s Tower, of course,” Loki said after taking a sip of his water. “Clint do not talk with your mouth full.” The boy nodded and Loki smiled.

“Can we go to the park?” Bruce asks as he holds a fry before popping it in his mouth. Loki hums in thought at the idea.

“Please?” Steve’s small voice pipes in. And the other kids are nodding in agreement.

Loki turned his head to Tony. Is it midday and they have time to let the kids run about in a nearby park. They didn’t have to go straight to the Tower right away. “What do you think?”

Tony hums as a feeds Peter a steamed broccoli. “Sure, it’ll let their energy out.” Tony sets the fork down and sips at his coffee. “Pepper’s probably still shopping.”

“Knowing her, most likely.” Loki chuckled at the thought of Pepper, dragging Happy toddler shopping. The man’s arms full of shopping bags and the woman directing him to stores. The poor man must be collapsing under the weight of the bags and stress. Tony’s might be thinking of the same thing. He’s trying to hold in his laughter.

“Browtha! Eat!” Thor's small voice boomed. Loki blinks and sighs. Of course, Loki had always been skinny compared to the rest of Asgardian men. So, Thor trying to get the younger one to eat is nothing new. Though since the thunderer is small, he’s not in full control of his emotions. And Loki didn’t want to get hit by lightning. So, he complies.

“Okay, Okay.” Loki stabs his fork into some green of his salad, an egg, and some chicken. Popping the food into his mouth, he chewed. Thor had a pleased, triumphant smile. Loki looks at Tony with an amused look. “Kids, huh.”

Tony shook his head and snorted, amused with how Loki humored Thor. “Fury owes us one.”

This makes the God nod. Indeed, the man owed the two for this. Loki could have said no and left. He isn’t part of the avenger’s team at all. He’s being housed at the Tower. Cause Thor wanted to ‘keep an eye on him’, but it was actually cause Loki had no place to go on Midgard. Thor didn’t want Loki wandering off on his own, so had brought him to the Tower. Much to Loki’s annoyance, but he’s thankful to have a roof over his head. So to show it, he lent his help in this. And the toddlers were cute too.

“Alright, everyone done?” Loki asks as he looks at the kids. They seem to be getting a bit rowdy and jumpy. Why do kids have so much energy? It’s crazy but funny. One minute they are tired and ready to nod off, the next they're running about like sugar high monkeys. They all nodded and started getting up from their seats.

Loki chuckles and gets up from his seat. The kids crowd around him, Steve and Clint holding onto his hands. The others stayed close as Loki leads them to the door of the restaurant. Tony paid and gathered the three to-go boxes that he had their waiter get. Knowing the kids, one of them would get hungry later. If not a kid, then either him or Loki with polish it off. Either way, the food won’t go to waste. Once outside, Loki headed in the direction of a park that is nearby. Five kids bursting with energy in toe. Tony thinks that his earlier worrying was nerves spiking cause of the situation. And that there isn’t really anything to worry about. Basically, it’s unneeded, tony thought.

Oh, how wrong he was.

The inventor didn’t know what had started this snowball of disaster. Was it Loki, who’s a bit agitated from the walk to the park? Thor did run out ahead of them and almost got hit by a taxi. That surely did put Loki on edge, since he screamed Thor’s name and ran over to his mini big brother. Terrified at what almost happened to the thunderer. Of course, Thor apologized and stayed near Loki, but that still didn’t help cool the younger god. Was it the sudden paparazzi showing up at the park after only a few minutes of them arriving? Shoving cameras and microphones at the group and startling the kids? Could it have been when one cameraman had gotten too close, scaring Bruce on accident? Or was it when Loki used his body to shield the kids and telling the paparazzi to go away. But had been roughly shoved by someone who wanted to talk to the kids? Was it Peter crying from the loud noises and mayhem? Whatever the case, it didn’t matter now. There’s a mini Hulk rampaging about and Loki is not faring well.

The God of mischief is on the grass trembling. His breathing's labored and his eyes a widely wide. It’s like he’s in his own little world and not bothering about what’s going on around him. But, he’s not responding to the cries and shaking of the four kids around him. He didn’t even respond to Tony’s attempt at pulling him back to this world. Though with a crying baby in his arms, that’s a bit difficult to do. The Norse God is in a deep flashback episode. Two strangers, a man, and woman had come to aid Tony. The woman had taken the kids a distance away too settle them and explain that Loki is going to be ok. She’s even calming a very upset Peter. The man stayed with the god and watched over his condition and try to calm him. This left Tony to deal with the one main issue. A rampaging mini Hulk.

Tony had to think about approaching this mini bulldozer. Even though he is small, Hulk had smashed three park benches and about two trees. Civilians had scattered like ants once Bruce had turned. The inventor is grateful for that, fewer damages and if lucky, no casualties. First, Tony knew he had to get the green guy’s attention. But he didn’t want to become a punchbag for a mini Hulk. After seeing what a normal-sized Hulk did to Loki, he didn’t want to become a victim. Even to a mini Hulk. Then an idea came to him. The leftover food! Tony grabbed a to-go box and opened it. It’s chicken tenders, this might work.

“Hey hulk,” Tony shouted. The Mini green smashing machine-turned to the inventor and growled. Tony held out the Applebees’ to-go box, showing that contents to be chicken stripes. “Hungry?”

The green mini bulldozer walked close to the Stark and grunted. He seemed pleased that it’s chicken. “Hulk like chicken.”

Tony smiled. Success! It seems that his plan to get Hulk to eat might work. “Come sit and eat. Tell me why you’re mad.” Tony set the box on the grass and Hulk plopped down and started munching.

“No like pushing people and flashing lights,” Hulk grumbled as he stuffed a chicken stripe into his mouth. “And...puny God hurt.”

Tony noted the tone in Hulk’s tone when he said his last sentence. “Don’t worry big guy. The pushy people are gone and so are the flashing lights.” Tony took a breath as Hulk raised a brow. “Now listen, Loki is easily startled and sometimes he can get very overwhelmed.” Tony patted the big guy’s shoulder in a comforting way, give a small smile. “he’s going to be fine, he needs some time to relax.”

After a bit of talking and keeping the Hulk calm, the green guy had turned back into Bruce. But one issue is that when Banner had Hulked out, his clothes ripped. So, the child had no clothing. Tony widened his eyes and took his Black Sabbath shirt off. And put it in the boy. Tony picked Bruce up once he had dressed him in his shirt. “Let’s go, buddy.” “Tony!”

The inventor looked to the new voice and smiled. He’s happy to see Pepper. At least she’ll get the kids out of here. He can tell that she’s very startled by the mess that the park is in. And he can’t blame her. If didn’t know what had transpired, he’d be shocked too.

“Tony, what in god’s name happened?” She says while running a hand through her hair. Why is this man always a beacon for trouble?

“I’ll explain later Pep. please take the kids to the Tower. I’m going to stay with Loki.” Tony handed Bruce over to Pepper, who took the toddler.

“Alright, alright. But, you have a lot of explaining to do.” She’d would’ve asked what happened and why he’s staying with Loki, but right now, she didn’t care. It’s best to get the kids to a safe, calm place.

“Thanks, Pep.” Tony watched as she and took off to the Limo. He can see Happy and the woman helping the rest of the kids into the vehicle. Oh grateful he is for Happy taking the Limo out today.

Once the kids, Pepper, and Happy were gone, Tony headed back to the man that is with Loki. “I’ll take care of him from here,” Tony said to the man with a nod. Said man nodded backed and gave Tony bottled water. Saying that he may need something to drink once he recovers more. At least Loki is getting over his episode. Tony nods and thanked the man and woman for their help.

“Hey, reindeer games, let’s get to a shady place,” Tony said softly, pulling the god up and helping him to the shade of some trees. The god’s breathing is still labored. The two sat down and Tony let Loki lean into his chest. The God’s head resting on the crook of his neck. “Breath, RG, breath. Everything’s going to be ok.”

[teckmonky]

Frostiron AU with Blind!Loki?

Shdjshdhdh this is my favourite thing ever!i have sooo many ideas for this (and for every ship i have XD) let's see... 1- the odinsons moved into the neighbourhood a few days ago, Tony was looking out the window at the time and saw his new neighbours get out of their car,he saw a man help another get out, while a dog trailed behind them, then a man and a woman followed (probably their parents،what tony thought)2- he sees the man frequently, tending to the roses in the huge garden,it was quite the garden,even though the whole neighbourhood was fancy,but this one was the biggest. Loki's family moved into this town,and specifically this neighbourhood to get away from the crowded,smoke filled city, Loki's health was decreasing and the doctors say that fresh air will help him greatly,he loves to sit in the garden and touvh the roses,to feel them in his hand and smell them,his seeing eye dog right beside him,he loves evenings especially, because his neighbour seems to play his violin then, it's such a sweet melody3- Loki was wearing a hat to protect him from the sun while in the garden,but a sudden gust of wind made it fly away to the next house,hus dog ran after it and while trying to catch it,he bumped into Tony,then Loki apologized when he heard the grunts and then tony was near the hedge, presenting the hat to Loki while Loki streched his arms to take it, Tony found it strange at first but then understood thst Loki was blind and he apologized thoroughly 4- after that they started to have small talk over the next few weeks,and then Loki asked him to play his violin,it was mesmerising to him,and Tony did,and over a long period of time the two fell in love and spent as much time together as they can5- over three years, Loki's illness because too strong for him to handle,and he unfortunately had to be bed ridden,and use a wheelchair because his legs can't support himself anymore, Tony then was informed by the doctors that Loki didn't have much time to live,he couldn't accept that,and told Loki that he's booking a flight to see a doctor elsewhere, Loki,in the living room sitting on his wheelchair,he never stopped being beautiful for Tony...and then Tony asked the question "Loki... Would you marry me?" And Loki just had a serene look on his face and said "yes..." And he asked Tony to describe the ring to him,it was platinum gold,with their names carved inside,he told Tony to put it on, because he didn't have the energy to do it himself,and then Loki said "life...is such a magnificent thing..." While holding Tony's hands,and after a few moments... Tony felt Loki's hand grow cold,and not even when he yelled his name,he didn't respond,he watched helplessly as his lover's body relax as the last sign of life left him,and he was kneeling there infront of him... Crying for his love to come back.Wow,that was angsty! Want more of blind! Loki? I promise there are a few prompts with happy endings! (With all sorts of ships!)