Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters, they belong to Marvel. Song ‘Summer Skin’ is by Death Cab For Cutie.
Author’s Note: This was really supposed to be written months ago. About fucking time, too.
Summary: Don’t leave, Loki hears Tony whispering, the way a coward begs for something, but it’s because they’re both cowards, that Loki lulls himself into sleep.
Warning(s): Angsty, with a smutty scene featuring bottom!Tony.
Rated: R
Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark
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Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters, they belong to Marvel.
Author’s Note: Actually, before I started writing this fics, the title was meant to be five times they kissed (and reasons we lie to ourselves), but Katie asked for fluff, and no is something I can almost never say to her to. Also, wow, okay. First time ever I’ve written a fluff fic, my darling readers (and bless you all, thank you so much for all your lovely comments) should know that I basically never write fluff.
Summary: Sometimes, it’s far better to deny things you are unsure of than to make a huge deal about it.
Warning(s): Fluffy, very fluffy. Hints of sex.
Rated: M
Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark
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Disclaimer: Don’t own the characters, they belong to Marvel.
Author’s Note: For my darling who fuels my days.
Summary: An AU that takes place in Asgard, with Anthony as an Aesir who’s half-mortal, and is Loki’s servant. For loyalty is more than just.
Warning(s): Angsty. Hints of abuse, murder, and sex.
Rated: M
Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark
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Disclaimer: Tony and Loki, along with Pepper, both belong to Marvel.
Author’s note: I like the idea of Tony with an obsessive personality, and I like numbers, and I like to count, so.
Summary: Sometimes, Tony finds it hard to break habits like that.
Rated: T
Word count: 327
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel.
Author’s Note: This was due a couple of days ago, but I fell horribly ill, and I’m going to get busy, again. Sigh. Been having a bit of a writer’s block lately too.
Summary: Even golden apples can’t give human save you from dying, and magic will never, never, never be something that’s absolute.
Warning(s): ;D and angst, of course.
Rated: M
Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark (top Loki)
Picture Perfect
They’ve been together for a year now, Tony and Loki, and nothing’s ever easy; they fight a lot, but their relationship (or the lack of one, or more than just) is something that they both try to work out. Codependent on each other is what they are, sanity for sanity, not king for the heartless, lost as you can be in alcohol, green for brown, black for black, green and gold against red and yellow, heart for heart, sex for sex, love for love, he’s my god, and my king.
A year isn’t a long time, not for Loki, but a year is a long time for Tony because even counting Pepper, he’s never been with someone for this long, and they have both never certainly been in love this much before. It’s no secret the first time they went out, in public, shy yet defiant little smiles playing across their faces while they tried not to care about the world as fingers were placed between fingers and palm was pressed to palm, and then, they both believe that they’ll never love anyone else better.
Now, Loki is an extremely curious being, he’s always eager to learn something new, like anything that Tony makes, or the latest electronic products, like the iPad, and he has one himself, even though Tony scoffs and complains that he can make something better, and Loki will tell him to move his lazy arse and make something then, instead of just lazing in bed all day with Loki. Loki finds that photographs are evidences of existence, and existence is something that is eternal, but Tony isn’t, and if photographs are eternal then eternal is something Loki wants Tony to be.
The first picture Loki takes of Tony is when they take their first vacation together, somewhere in the world, somewhere in Europe, somewhere in Italy, and Tony’s tired because excitement is something that Loki has, and when I say excitement, I really mean curiosity, and Loki wants to learn everything, it’s the only reason why Tony’s so tired, exhausted, falls asleep on the couch as soon as they arrive at the suite of their hotel, but this, well, this is the past because this is the first picture that Loki has ever taken of Tony, and it’s something that Tony still doesn’t know to this very day.
It’s been two years now, and Loki grins at the two thousand and fifty-eight pictures he has kept in his phone, because photographs are eternal, and so is he, but eternal isn’t Tony, and kissing Tony forehead, still hiding the photographs, promising Tony that being in love with him is something Loki will always be.
(GIF by akunose) <3
IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL. *____*
ok I’m really bored so here’s a drabble:
Your first step feels like caving in/You’re never going back again/Call out to your old friends/You’re never going back again
It’s not December, but it’s cold as cold can be in Jotunheim, and Tony isn’t freezing because suits like his can keep him warm, and the Avengers are there, well, not anymore, it’s just him now, just Tony, and this is because war is on Asgard again, and Thor helped the world, and friends will help friends, but, people do, can, die. It seems like ice and magic can penetrate through green skin, life is short-lived, arrows mean nothing but splinters, and bites from a spider do them no harm, and even a shield can fail you, and speed can beat even a god of thunder.
Tony doesn’t know why he’s still alive, but, he is, and he’s not dying any time soon, and, being in love can hurt like fuck, even though he knows that the war is almost won, but, but it’s not something he can win, because, because.
Love is a dreadful thing when another blue body falls dead and in front of Tony is a god whose blue skin is now not, and Tony licks his lips behind the suit that keeps him warm, and this means that Loki is staring at him with apologetic eyes that mean nothing because war is what he started, and, this, this isn’t how it was meant to be.
“Weren’t we supposed to be in love?” asks Tony, and his voice is amplified by the vast empty, and his voice is amplified by the suit stays warm.
Loki scoffs because Tony should know that gods like him do tell lie after lie, and a Lie-Smith is something that he’ll always be, but that doesn’t mean that Tony is wrong. He doesn’t say Tony is right, either, and that’s because he wants, needs, Tony angry. This is Loki saying sorry in a thousand ways, this is Loki telling Tony sorry in a thousand ways. He needs someone to end him, and he can’t let it happen too easily. This is Loki telling Tony he loves him because Ragnarok is something that is meant to happen, and he needs Tony to end him.
That’s why even with a face so straight, Tony can see wet gathering at the corner of Loki’s eyes. He’s crying, they’re both crying. A god is sorry, and a mortal stays confused.
Why is a hundred and one questions that Tony has for Loki, but there are questions that stay stuck, clenched in your throat, this is why instead of Tony speaking, Loki’s the one asking Tony to end him, and he even says please. It’s something that breaks Tony heart because being in love is a vile cruel thing, and killing Loki is something that Tony can’t do.
Tony walks away, and that’s why Loki is scrambling to his feet, that’s why Loki is running after Tony, footsteps loud and echoing louder than Tony’s voice did, and Tony keeps walking, walking. Can you hear his heart breaking? He knows that Loki is coming after him, and yet he’s not stopping.
“Tony!!” is Loki yelling desperately, stopping dead in his own tracks because Tony isn’t stopping, because love is a loathsome thing, and Tony is still crying but Loki’s words of love now mean nothing to him.
Disclaimer: Credits all go to the respective bands of the songs mentioned, and Avengers obviously belongs to Marvel.
Author’s Note: Yes, so, this is my very first fic that has gone past the 10,000 words mark, and… I really enjoyed writing this. A huge pain in the butt to write but it was absolutely fantastic, so, uh. Fuck. Seriously, just. I don’t know. The fic’s really weird, okay? I’ve an odd style of styling which I am, honestly, not sorry for.
Fan-fiction’s Note: This is a story of Tony, this is a story of Loki. This is how Tony falls in love, this is how Loki doesn’t (does) fall in love, this is how Thor doesn’t fall in love, this is how Tony falls apart, this is how Tony falls apart again and again, this is how Loki shows his love, this is how Tony breaks, this is how Thor saves him, and this is how stories can be told.
Warning(s): Contains rape and self-abuse.
Rated: M
Pairing: Loki/Tony Stark, Thor/Loki, Tony/Loki, Thor/Tony/Loki
But: This fic is more on FrostIron than any other pairings in here.
Word count: 25,898
Loki laughs when he hears Tony say those words (don’t take my stuff), he laughs because, Loki laughs because no one would ever, ever call him his. He laughs until his sides hurt, he laughs until he tears up, but he doesn’t cry, and still, he laughs, but no one’s there to see that, no. The (not) soldier fights the god, the god fights the soldier, and no one has their eyes on him.
Loki tells (or lies, or tells) himself that he’ll give it all away just to hear Tony say those words again.
Loki tells himself that he’s looking too deeply into those words, that he’s overthinking things, but still, but still. Even a god of his kind can wish for something a little more than all the shallow, shallow things he has (had). He tells himself again that he’ll give it all away just to hear Tony say those words again.
Tony, of course, doesn’t. (No, not yet, at least.)
And Loki tells himself he’ll start that war, he tells himself he’ll get Tony’s attention, and maybe, maybe, someday, somehow.
You’ll call me yours again.
