#juliabohemian fanfiction

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Hello! I just wanted to ask something regarding the your most recent post. The Thor: Ragnarok AU? (I won't mention the name cuz I don't think I correctly remember it) is the reader Loki in the book? Because the more I read on, the more it seems to be so. It's great by the way! Brilliant narrative, honestly. Have a nice day!

I’m not sure I completely understand your question. So, I’m going to take a guess at what you mean.

The story is written in a second person narrative, which might feel similar to what people call “reader insert” only due to the use of the pronoun “you”. But this is not a reader insert story. I do not write reader insert stories. This story is from Loki’s POV. Not the reader’s.

Second person narrative is a less common type of narrative. Most fanfiction is written in the 3rd person narrative (he, she, they) and some in the first person narrative (I).

Thank you for reading the story. 

#juliabohemian fanfiction

[helplesslyfictional]

Loki Fanfiction - Remember the Old Ways, Chapter 6 - “All Untold”

Author’s Note: Everything’s starting to coalesce, a little faster than I anticipated! Writing this chapter was intense, exciting, and took a lot more careful thought than I expected.

Chapter Summary: Loki tries to use his new method of communication before his day gets increasingly out of control. Pairings: None! These stories are focused on family relationships.

What characters, then?   Loki, Thor, Odin, Frigga, OCs [Osk] [Sophia]

When? Pre-Thor 2011: From Asgard to Earth, will go through Thor 2011 Warnings: SPOILERS for Avengers Infinity War (under cut), mature themes, emotional trauma/abuse, swearing, anxiety Taglist: @loki-the-fox; @i-am-loki-and-now-i-speak-up; @trickster-grrrl; @deviantredhead; @mylokabrennauniverse; @leanmeanand-green; @juliabohemian; @latent-thoughts; @lucianalight; @nox-th-lk-sf; @be-a-snake-stab-your-brother; @starscreamloki Please let me know if you would like to be added/removed from tags and I’m more than happy to do so! If I added you it’s because I’ve been tracking your blog/work and have noticed you might be interested. :) 

AO3 story link; Wattpad

It wasn’t until he was eating breakfast adjacent to his chambers, as he usually did, that Loki realized nothing strange had happened for over twelve hours. No strange feelings, no dreams, visions, or visitations. Given the course of the past couple days, this seemed a little unusual, but was honestly a relief.

Loki had a few things he wanted to explore himself, primarily the nature of the enchantment Osk had laid upon him. With her death, it was possible the enchantment was broken. Despite the warnings he’d always been told about the unknown costs of magic, he almost hoped it wasn’t. He had been concerned about the vulnerability it created by exposing him to emotion, but now he almost...missed it. Why did he feel that way?

The connection of the ruins he had visited to this magic - Loki elected to call it seidr - seemed strong, but he wondered if he’d be able to call upon it elsewhere. If the enchantment was still there, perhaps he could connect once more to Sophia. If she was in fact their sibling, he needed to find out more information.

Getting up, he put on a jacket and moved to a nearby cushioned bench in his sitting area. When he was sleeping, he hadn’t felt the magic preceding his visitation, so he was unsure of where to start. If he used the same method as in the ruins, he worried he would not visit but instead inhabit her body. Which would likely ruin whatever communication they had.

He closed his eyes, trying to remember the place Sophia occupied. Orange carpet. Wood walls. A strangely embroidered couch, tattered and worn. Sophia, with eyes of green and brown, her brown hair and petite body as she pressed against the wall with fear and curiosity.

That didn’t help, so he turned to what he’d felt from her, the despair, loneliness, sadness, and pain. He tried not to get wrapped up in the emotion, but as he brought them up, it was hard not to let it curl around him and bring forth memories.

Before he could stop himself, he recalled crying in this same room as a young boy, leaning up against his bed, the mattress rail pushing against his back. He couldn’t remember the slight - there had been so many - but as he had tried to push down that sadness, he had stared at the scratches on his floor tiles, inscribing his pain into each of them. He couldn’t tell anyone how he felt, so he mentally wrote those feelings into those scratches.

Before he realized it, however, the memory shifted, and instead of his gold-inlaid bed, the rail was mahogany, and instead of tile, there was beige carpet. Inscribed with pain, in each and every flaw, was a scalloped wallpaper. Reaching out with a child’s fingers, he pressed them against the wall, feeling a thousand whispers and emotions there. All untold.

Then he began to feel it, a broadening of the self, reaching across the distance of the universe. If he were doing it himself, he might have felt afraid there would be no reply. But he knew otherwise. As though answered, he felt a glowing warmth towards which he reached with an eagerness he hadn’t expected from himself.

A brief spell of happiness passed from his head to his toes, and then he was there.

“It’s you!” It was her voice. Both joy and fear - Sophia’s, he realized - coursed through him before he could even adjust. This was a different room. Same walls and carpet, but the space was dominated by a bed. She had just stood up from a faded blue chair, which was still rocking. “I can’t believe it!” She was smiling, but seemed confused.

Loki blinked, looking carefully at Sophia. “Why can’t you believe it?” he asked reflexively, then chided himself. Asking questions back at people was a defensive mechanism of his to stall for time. He quickly glanced around the room, almost taking for granted its tidiness.

Her smile faded. “I just...I thought if you were a hallucination I’d only see you when I’m in the greatest amount of distress. But I suppose if I’m hallucinating now…”

Loki shook his head and snapped his fingers to bring her attention back to him. “I can assure you, once again, that I’m not a figment of your mind. Please, let’s not go through the entire argument.”

She hesitated, then skirted around him to close her door softly. “My parents are home,” she said softly. “They shouldn’t hear us, but if I’m too loud they’ll wonder what I’m doing.”

“I understand,” he said, then shuddered as he wondered what his body was doing in Asgard. Was he speaking aloud? Moving? What if his mother came in?

He should have set up a ward. Why was he making juvenile mistakes?

“Whoa, I might be okay right now, but you clearly aren’t,” said Sophia, who was eying him curiously. “I can feel that - what are you so worried about?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, “Have you recovered from yesterday?”

“Of course not, I haven’t recovered,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “You don’t recover from something like that, you just hope you don’t feel like that again. But,” she said, squinting, “don’t change the subject. You want to prove you’re real? Then what are you worried about?”

Loki squirmed. He didn’t like this, he didn’t think he’d be able to hide a lie if she could feel his emotions. “I’m worried I’ll be discovered on my end. I made a mistake and didn’t protect myself properly.”

“On your end?” Sophia looked dubious.

Loki felt even more anxious as he pictured his mother coming in. “Hold on,” he said, “I don’t know what will happen, but I’m going to see if I can fix that. If I’m gone, I have an idea how to re-establish...this.”

Closing his eyes, Loki focused on his body, trying to find where he felt the bench pressing against his thighs and the faint smell of pine. Feeling slightly dizzy, he increasingly felt the bench, as though waking up, and opened his eyes.

The connection - Loki didn’t think of it as a spell - was still active, it seemed. He didn’t feel differently. Looking down at his arms, Loki didn’t see Osk’s magic, which surprised him. Getting up quickly, he quickly laid down a ward to alarm him and trip someone coming in through the door. In an effort to deter a visitor, he wove an illusion of himself still sleeping in bed.

As he finished laying it down, he heard a gasp. Whipping around while simultaneously preparing a sleep spell, he stopped short when he saw Sophia standing a few feet away.

Her eyes widened as she saw the glimmering magic he was holding. She didn’t say anything, but began trembling. It wasn’t in fear, however. He sensed she was overwhelmed.

Understandably.

Allowing the spell to dissipate from his fingers, Loki slowly walked towards the woman. It was likely she was present in the same way he had visited her - her body remaining in her home. Though how, he didn’t yet comprehend.

“How - how…” She opened her mouth, but couldn’t articulate anything.

“The same way I visited you,” Loki said gently. “Sophia, it’s alright. This is good, in fact. We’re figuring this out.” Perhaps if he kept talking, it might help her ground herself.

“My mind wouldn’t be able...to imagine this much detail…” she said, slowly turning to look at the architecture.

Loki never really thought about what his chambers looked like, since he had seen them every day. The ceilings were painted in Asgardian style with clouds and stars, stirring with gentle movement. Tall pillars on the sides held up the ceiling, with gilded partitions dividing the area where he slept, spent time, and ate. The cushioned benches around him, with end tables, were kept in a dark blue with small embroidered stars. A balcony with ornate railings stood outside, the city and mountains providing a breathtaking view.

He considered teasing her once again about things being in her head, but he realized she was in a tenuous state. She might reject the connection or grow despondent.

Reaching out slowly, he touched her on the shoulder. Sophia jumped and looked at him wide-eyed.

“Welcome to Asgard,” he said softly.

“It’s a real place, isn’t it.” Finally, it was sinking in. “This must be real, or if it’s a delusion, it’s incredible. I don’t care.” A smile crept across her face. “I mean, it’s everything. Smells, sight - is that snow? Touch…” at this, she reached up and touched his arm, shaking her head, “Sounds...except taste, that’s all that’s left.”

Loki smiled, letting go of her shoulder. “It was the same when I visited you as well.” This was the first time he’d gotten close to her. He had noticed she was short previously, but wasn’t quite aware of how short - probably a foot below him.

She frowned, her mind clearly working. “If this is a method of communication - then how is it even possible I can use all these senses?” She walked toward a partition, touching the edge almost reverently.

He’d forgotten about her curiosity. “I’m not certain myself,” he said, “it’s odd that it’s as though you are...present. It’s possible that my mind could be sending you the signals it’s receiving on this end.” He shook his head, thinking aloud. “What is strange to me is that we can touch something that the other isn’t touching and still receive the stimuli…”

Loki’s musings were interrupted by three sharp bangs on his door. Fuck. It was definitely Thor.

Sophia’s eyes met his and he felt her rising worry. He put his finger on his lips to indicate she should keep quiet, and didn’t move himself. Hopefully Thor would get bored or think he wasn’t there.

Three more bangs. “Lokiiiiiiii.” There was a *thok* against the door that was probably Thor’s forehead. “Come on.” A pause. “I need to talk with you.” Another pause. “Goddamnit.” Then he heard Thor walking away and relaxed.

He dropped his finger. “I apologize,” he said. “That was just my brother, Thor.”

“Oh,” she said sarcastically. “Just the famous god of thunder. Got it.”

“Hey,” Loki said, acting hurt. “I’m not famous on….” he paused. “Where are you from, Sophia?”

“You don’t know?” she asked wryly, then winced. “Obviously you don’t, sorry. Earth.” She paused briefly. “Do you feel anything from him? The same way we’re communicating?”

“No, this is exclusively between us, I believe.” He cocked his head, then considered what she said about her home world. “There’s a lot of places that are just called ‘home,’ or ‘planet’ in their mother tongue, and that name is translating to the same.”

She blinked. “Translating…? Well, I suppose if you were to put it in terms of the Nine Realms, this was called Middle-Earth. Midgard. Back then.” She gave a small smile. “And no, unfortunately, you’re not as famous as your brother.”

“Ah well,” said Loki playfully, shrugging, “I guess you get to spend time with the lesser of the gods.”

“But far more interesting!” Sophia said with a laugh.

Loki gestured to a nearby bench. “Are you able to sit down?” he asked curiously. It was likely, but still important to check how the apparition interacted with matter. She did so dutifully, crossing her legs.

“Yep.”

“Interesting,” said Loki, going to an side table and grabbing a plum. Taste was the only sense untested. If Sophia wasn’t present physically, would something like that, which required matter, even be possible?

It was worth a try.

“Catch,” he said, and tossed the plum to her. With a smooth motion, she caught it and examined it. Then her eyes widened. “Oh,” she said quietly.

“Yes,” he said in response, “you’re interacting with matter. Can you take a bite?”

Sophia hesitated, then took a petite bite, having to suck at it so that juice didn’t dribble down her chin. Holding her hand in front of her mouth as she chewed, she smiled and swallowed. “It’s good and ripe.”

Loki rubbed his mouth contemplatively; he didn’t taste anything. “Interesting,” he repeated, crouching down to look at her closely. When she swallowed, was it transferring between Realms? Looking at him wide-eyed, she asked politely, “May I take another bite?”

A smile spread across his face. “Of course.” Then a test came to him. “Can you focus on being in Midgard once more?”

She looked at him, trying to understand. “What do you mean?”

“When I brought...myself...back here, I tried to focus on what my body was feeling here, while I was sitting.”

“Oh, yes, it simply looked like you closed your eyes on my end.”

“My - apparition didn’t vanish? Did you touch me at all?”

“No to both. So you want me to focus on my...body?”

“If you can.”

Sophia looked around for a spot to put down the plum. “Oh!” Loki said quickly, “no, try and hang onto that. I’m curious about something.”

“You want to see if I have it on Earth - Midgard - don’t you.”

Loki grinned, surprised at how enjoyable it was to speak with her. He’d never expected a discussion with someone from a lesser Realm would be at all interesting. “It’s just a test. Smart of you to catch it, though.”

Sophia smiled smugly and placed the hand holding the plum in her lap. Closing her eyes, she drew in a measured breath. Her forehead wrinkled as she seemed to try and focus, then she grew still.

The plum vanished.

Loki’s heart beat faster in surprise and anticipation, relishing the chance to examine something extraordinary. While this phenomenon was not impossible, given the laws of science and magic, it was nigh improbable.

Could he go back? He closed his eyes and tried to focus on Sophia’s room once more. A brief spell of dizziness, and opening his eyes, he was there.

Sophia sat on her bed, eating the plum. “I can’t believe it - does this mean that…”

“Matter is transferring between Asgard and Midgard!” he burst out, laughing at his childish enthusiasm. “This is - amazing - it’s like…” he hated to say it, because it was so inaccurate, but it seemed so correct to describe the circumstance. “Like...a miracle.”

Sophia took another bite, smiling. “Your happiness is infectious,” she said, trying to hold back laughter herself. “Oh, am I - I’m probably feeling yours, aren’t I.” Her eyes crinkled with joy. “That’s not a bad thing.”

Loki was still in thought, amused. Sophia looked around at her room and shook her head. “I’m here all the time - let’s go back to Asgard, it’s much more interesting than this hellhole.” With that, she grew still once more.

Excited, Loki focused and switched back to Asgard; it was becoming easier.

She was still there on the bench, this time with the plum. Overcome with sheer joy, he didn’t think - he ran over and grabbed her in a hug, lifting her up off her feet. She shrieked in surprise, then laughed, relaxing in his embrace and squeezing back.

Loki’s anxieties rushed back, however, and he blushed, putting her down. “I apologize,” he said, stepping back. “I hope you weren’t offended.” He couldn’t believe he’d broken decorum in such a manner. It was just so exhilarating to share such an experience with someone else.

He hadn’t done so in a long time. Not since his days learning magic with his mother.

Sophia’s smile faded. “You’d know if I was uncomfortable, I think. And I truly don’t mind. I’m not used to being touched, but - it felt good to finally hug someone,” she said in a reassuring tone.

Before he could respond, there was a thud, and, horrified, Loki looked up to see his brother on the balcony.

“I knew you were in here!” Thor said accusingly, fastening Mjolnir to his belt. “Why didn’t you answer your door?”

Sophia bolted up from the bench and stared in surprise. Loki glanced at her, then back at Thor. “Maybe because I need a thing called ‘privacy’?” he growled.

Thor rolled his eyes. “What could you possibly be doing that needs privacy?”

Loki frowned, blinking rapidly as he tried to think of a coherent response to such a stupid question.

Thor reached over and selected a plum, tossing it in the air before catching it and taking a bite. Loki winced once more at the crunch. Another plum taken before it was ripe.

By this point, Loki had expected that Thor would have noticed Sophia, who drew closer to Loki. She still hadn’t said a word, presumably in case she could be heard, even if she couldn’t be seen.

“I recall you not wanting to know about some of my activities,” he said defensively.

“Oh please, brother,” Thor said nonchalantly, “that all went out the window last night.” He hopped over the back of a bench and sat down.

“Did it?” Loki’s anger rose. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell when the rules changed. Your threat was effective, so I don’t necessarily know when it’s appropriate to talk with you or not.”

“Alright, calm down,” Thor said with a frown. “No more threats. I need to speak with you.”

Loki put his face in his hands, trying to contain how upset he was.

“Don’t keep it in.” It was Sophia.

Shit, she could feel his emotions. Loki looked up at Thor, who hadn’t moved and was taking another bite of his plum.

Sophia crossed her arms and he felt a pang of her nervousness as she addressed him. “If you’re this upset by what he’s doing, you need to tell him.”

That seemed like a bad idea. He didn’t know what to say, how to articulate how he was feeling in a way that made sense. If he just lashed out, Thor would likely discount it or, he feared, get angry.

Loki flexed his hands nervously as he wished he could get rid of either visitor. He felt exposed, nowhere safe to go, not even inside himself. “What is it, Thor?”

Thor looked up at him and seemed to hesitate, playing with the half-eaten plum in his hand. “Um…” He squinted, giving a confused frown as he tried to hide it behind a false smile. “You know what, nevermind.” With that, he got up.

What? Why all the fuss? “Thor! You invaded my room for this. The least you owe me is a little explanation.”

Thor stopped. He was looking down at his feet, shifting uncomfortably, but didn’t move. Such a sudden change in his demeanor from his arrogant self moments ago certainly meant that Thor was trying to tell him something important.

Moving away from Loki, Sophia slowly began to cross the sitting area, moving toward Thor, peering at him intently. Given the way most women acted around his brother, Loki expected her to be smitten. As he concentrated, he found himself better able to feel her less prominent emotions.

She was filled with curiosity, but more interestingly, there were undercurrents of bittersweet sadness, confusion, and a strange sense of fulfilment. She squinted her eyes as though trying to figure something out.

Finally turning his attention to Thor, Loki spoke. “Is this about what upset you yesterday?”

Thor looked up, as though interrupted with thought, with a pained smile, reaching up to rub his beard with his hand. “You know, I’d never thought anything like this would happen.” He set the plum down almost gently. “I was upset because…” he squeezed his eyes closed, “I saw the future.” With that, he opened them, likely to gauge Loki’s reaction.

Loki’s jaw dropped as he stared at his brother. Thor had been so resistant to everything, so angry, and Osk’s prediction had come true. If so, why was Thor seemingly filled with trepidation?

“I know it seems strange. The night after we met Osk, I had a vision. For a while afterward I thought it was a dream, but...it was no dream.” Thor sat down, rubbing his hands together. “It was too real, too vivid. I could have sworn I was there had I not known otherwise.”

“Thor,” said Loki, coming closer and sitting down, “I had a vision as well. The next morning.”

Thor met his gaze, his eyes widening. “What was it about?”

“You first,” said Loki, a smile passing over his face.

Thor leaned back, rubbing his face vigorously. “But I don’t want to.”

Loki’s smile faded. “Was it bad?”

His brother slouched down and started hitting his head slowly, repeatedly, against the back of the bench. “Yep.”

Loki saw movement out of the corner of his eye and nearly jumped when he saw Sophia. He’d briefly forgotten she was still there. She had her arms crossed and was watching the exchange with great interest. He shook his head to focus. “Brother, you’ll have to tell me at some point.”

Thor let out a sigh of resignation, but remained slouched, staring at the ceiling. “I was in a large vessel that had been attacked. Loki, it was like I was truly there; I could smell ozone and smoke. Blood was in my mouth and I was exhausted, wounded.”

“So you were not an apparition or an observer?” asked Loki, leaning forward and clasping his hands.

“No, I was - I was there. I can’t explain it - I - I had a thousand emotions running through me that I didn’t understand, but they weren’t coming from me. Grief, anger, fear, sadness.” He sat back up, looking at Loki, then down at his hands. “Around me were…” his voice trailed off. It took him a couple seconds before he was able to say the words. “Asgardians. Slaughtered. Not warriors or Einherjar, but men, women, and children.”

Loki was stunned, but managed to force out his first thought, as much as he hated it: “By you?”

Thor shook his head, too wrapped up in the memory to notice the implication. “By enemies. Their faces and forms I could not make out, but like in a dream, I knew who they were. Loki - Loki - you were...there.”

He looked up into Loki’s eyes, then back down, gritting his teeth until at last he spoke. “Pointing your dagger at the throat of a Titan. He had stopped you by some magic and - took you by the throat…” Running his fingers up into his hair, Thor pulled on it, a nervous habit he had from when he was a child. “...and...killed you.”

A chill ran down Loki’s spine, settling into his stomach as he tried to understand what Thor was telling him. “You saw me die.”

Thor rocked a little, then wiped his eyes quickly, still avoiding eye contact with Loki. “I didn’t just - see it, brother. I felt it. Howling grief ripping me apart, a pain like I’ve never known. I wish - I wish I could diminish its memory, but…” He clapped his hands together, giving a fake laugh. “I can’t, I just can’t.”

Loki was stunned. In comparison, his vision was minimal. Nothing. Thor, unable to help? Stopped by magic? What magic was stronger than his? He shook his head, trying to stop the multitude of questions flooding his mind.

Thor was clearly distraught, and Loki realized he was as well, but - no. Well, yes. But it wasn’t just his emotion. He’d been so focused on his brother he’d blocked out the sounds of crying next to him.

Sophia had her face in her hands and was trying to stifle the sounds of her weeping. Loki was acutely aware that if he gave her attention, he would alert his brother to something amiss. As much as he wanted to speak with her and help, he couldn’t.

He didn’t know how Thor would react.

Loki finally spoke, giving voice to his biggest question. “Thor, are you certain this vision was of the future?”

Thor looked up, that pain etched behind his eyes. “In many ways, that’s the worst part of it all.” He looked away from Loki into the distance. “Along with it, I felt - I know the approximate time.”

Loki frowned, looking at his brother in disbelief. “That’s not possible.”

“And seeing the future is?” Thor wrinkled his nose. “Seems like this all is...defying nature.”

“How long, then, do you think?”

Thor closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he spoke. “Eight years.”

Loki gasped and bolted upright. “You’re joking! Tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish I was, brother. I wish I didn’t need to tell you, but keeping it secret - it was too hard. I’m sorry. I’m - I’m so, so sorry.”

His mind reeled at the thought. It was a death sentence. Eight years was nothing, a blink. It might as well be tomorrow.

Thor crossed over to him, enveloping him in a hug. As hard as he tried not to, Loki began to shake at the specter of his own demise.

Over his heartbeat in his ears, he heard Sophia’s voice, and it took a few moments to register what she was saying.

“He’s holding something back,” she was saying shakily, “I don’t know how I know, but it’s important.”

What could be more important than this? Wrestling himself out of Thor’s embrace, he snapped. “SHUT UP! Would you fuck off, please?!”

Thor stepped back, his eyes wide. “I - “

“Not you!” Loki said vehemently.

The woman flinched, more tears running down her face. “I don’t know how - “

“Figure it out!”

She shrunk back. “I’ll try…”

“Brother.” Thor sounded concerned. “Are you alright? I know this is hard news…”

Loki laughed ironically. “No - no. I am very much not alright. Eight years...” He paced back and forth anxiously, then turned to Thor. “Tell me you know more than this. Some way out, something.”

Several expressions crossed Thor’s face. “I’m sorry, Loki. I didn’t see more that night.” He scowled, curling his hands into fists. “This isn’t right. I don’t understand how those goddamned Seers could have dealt with something like this. It’s a curse.” He shook his head. “No one should have this power, no one! Not even such knowledge.”

Loki continued to walk, trying to collect himself, his mind going all over the place but shrinking back at the thought of him...ending. Not existing.

He stopped suddenly. “Please tell me it was at least an honorable death,” he said softly, not daring look at his brother.

“It was,” said Thor tersely.

Loki looked at him. “Would you tell me if it wasn’t?” His heart grew heavier in his chest, and he felt once more like that young child, ready to weep.

Thor’s eyes widened. “You can’t ask me that, brother. I can’t tell you.”

Loki felt a rising agitation, turning to see Sophia still standing there. Her eyes widened. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I’m trying - I just can’t focus, there’s so much going on...”

He didn’t know how to deal with this, all of this. It was far too overwhelming. Sophia, the past, the future, Thor...all of it. He put his head in his hands. Thor came close once more, putting his hand on Loki’s arm.

“Is the future set in stone?” Sophia’s voice cut through his mind once more. “It just seems that…”

Loki leaned his head back in frustration, then looked directly at her. “Go. Home,” he said through gritted teeth.

She took a step forward this time, and he felt her rising anger. “No. This is important,” she said. “I don’t know how this is happening, but I do know there’s something more going on.”

“Loki, with whom are you speaking? Is this another trick?” Thor asked. “If it’s a trick, it’s not a very good one.”

“No! It’s not a trick!” Loki couldn’t focus, couldn’t find the part of himself where he could collect, draw himself together and put on the mask other people saw. Thor had opened a vulnerability and he had no way to hide. It felt like his mind was beginning to scream.

It was in that moment that something changed. He no longer was breathing fast, heart pounding, adrenaline racing. The difference was dizzying, and he tried to focus when he heard his own voice.

“I’m sorry if I’m causing you concern, Thor, it’s just that I’m scared myself.”

Blinking, he saw himself - or his body - from a different perspective. As he stared at himself, he saw Sophia, somehow, as though the two bodies were transposed upon one another. He was, no doubt, in her position. A rage began building up within him as he realized his body had been stolen from him.

Thor eyed Sophia carefully. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

She crossed his - her - arms and said, defensively, “What else aren’t you telling me?”

Shifting suddenly, Thor pulled back, searching his brother’s eyes. “You’re perceptive, Loki. I always underestimate that.” He paused. “It’s too soon, brother. This vision was hard enough.”

Sophia looked at him sharply. “There’s another vision, then?”

Thor blinked. “Yes. But Loki - why not take some time to deal with…”

“Let’s get it all out there; you said you couldn’t keep this a secret. I’ll tell you what I saw afterwards.”

Shifting, Thor took a deep breath and let it out, seemingly trying to concentrate. “My second vision came last night,” he said. “I was not asleep, so I was more aware of the...feelings beforehand. I will say, for something that is so cursed a power, the feeling of...connection to Time itself is exhilarating. I don’t practice magic as you do, but I imagine that it’s what it feels like.”

Loki was seething, trying to figure out how the woman had taken his body. He’d tried focusing to no avail. This strange magic was disconcerting. Trying to deepen his breaths, he closed his eyes, trying to remember what it felt like to be in his own body.

“This vision was different, and had I not been prepared, knowing now what it was, I would have thought it more akin to a dream. As you asked before, this time I was an observer of events, not a participant. I stood upon a battlefield of verdant green, scarred with war, on a planet I did not know. Around me were warriors locked in combat. A sound like the sharpest crack of thunder crossed the battlefield, and around me every other warrior fell to ashen dust.”

Loki couldn’t focus as his brother went on. He felt as though he needed to listen; it was too important. His brother’s tone was just as grave as it was when describing the first vision.

“The vision changed, and I saw people living their lives on different worlds in different Realms, some familiar, some not. Around me families cried out as loved ones disintegrated. Over. And over. And over. And over.” Thor’s eyes were distant and his face grew almost cold. “I thought it would never end.”

This was Loki’s chance while Sophia was likely distracted. He focused quickly on his body, mentally trying to oust Sophia.

It worked. Relief flooded his veins as he regained his senses, eyes already trained on his brother’s face.

Glaring over at Sophia, who crossed her arms with a huff, he turned to Thor. “It must have been difficult.”

“Not as difficult as my first vision, but yes. I think it’s the event that...Osk mentioned.”

Loki searched his memory. “The great wrong.”

“Yes. It certainly...feels like it’s the event that is the source of that dread I’ve been feeling since the first vision we shared.”

Loki’s feelings were pushed to the background as his curiosity was peaked. “Interesting. Did you get the same sense of timing as with the first vision?”

Thor nodded and paused. Licking his lips, he finally said, “Eight years.”

Loki shook his head, beginning to slowly pace once more.

“Believe me,” Thor said, “I’ve tried to discern what further meaning I could, but. After last night’s vision, I knew I couldn’t hold this from you.”

Loki held up a hand. “I understand.” He sighed. “It seems like both these events are…” his voice drifted off as he failed to find the right word.

Both of them stood lost in thought.

Loki slowly turned, watching as Sophia walked closer to Thor, scrutinizing him. Then she looked back at Loki. “I don’t understand it. I don’t - I - “ she laughed in disbelief.

Loki closed his eyes at her reaction. This day could not get worse.

“I can feel his emotions the same way I’m feeling yours.”

Loki opened his eyes and stared at her, his heart beginning to beat faster. He bit his tongue, trying not to say anything.

She shook her head, “I mean, I don’t get a lot of what’s going on, but this I feel - so sure about. I’ve never seen him before, but…” Uncertain, she started picking at her hand. “Loki, I saw what he saw in his vision as he ran it through his head. Not when he described it, but beforehand. That’s why I was so upset.” He felt a pang of desperation and hope as she asked, “Have you had anything like that happen so far?”

Loki shook his head only a little bit.

Sophia moved closer and, before Loki could say anything, touched Thor gently on the arm.

“BLAGH!” he shouted, jumping back suddenly, before pointing a finger at Sophia. “Where the FUCK did she come from?!”

Loki was wrong. The day could get worse.

#loki #loki (marvel) #loki fanfic #fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #thor #thor odinson #norse mythology #seidr #infinity war spoilers #volva #family matters #sibling rivalry #tw: emotional abuse

[ao3feed-lokiangst]

Not in My Shadow

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RxFwyt

by juliabohemian

Missing scene between Ragnarok and Infinity War. Exploration of that cryptic phrase "the sun will shine on us again..." among other things. Because I enjoy beating a dead horse as much as the next fanfiction writer.

Words: 6644, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Thor (Marvel) Feels, loki better be alive, featuring self-aware Thor!, Thor is a good bro sometimes, Loki needs to get some things off his chest, This is woefully self-indulgent, I deny your reality and substitute my own, Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017), Odin was a shitty father, Loki was tortured by Thanos let's stop pretending otherwise, Loki is an Avenger now, Loki deserved better

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

[osullivanml]

Not in My Shadow

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RxFwyt

by juliabohemian

Missing scene between Ragnarok and Infinity War. Exploration of that cryptic phrase "the sun will shine on us again..." among other things. Because I enjoy beating a dead horse as much as the next fanfiction writer.

Words: 6644, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Thor (Marvel) Feels, loki better be alive, featuring self-aware Thor!, Thor is a good bro sometimes, Loki needs to get some things off his chest, This is woefully self-indulgent, I deny your reality and substitute my own, Post-Thor: Ragnarok (2017), Odin was a shitty father, Loki was tortured by Thanos let's stop pretending otherwise, Loki is an Avenger now, Loki deserved better

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2RxFwyt

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #FANDOM TAG

[juliabohemian]

Chapters: 1/1

Words:  4765

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Pepper Potts/Tony Stark

Characters: Tony Stark, Loki

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Feels, Hurt Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has Issues, POV Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Loki (Marvel) Needs a Hug, Avenger Loki (Marvel), Loki (Marvel) Feels, Loki & Tony Stark Friendship, Hurt Loki (Marvel), Loki is Alive, Post-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Post Infinity War Speculation, Unnecessary Sadness, Depressing, You Have Been Warned, Sad Ending, Loki (Marvel) Angst, Tony Stark - Freeform

Summary: It's funny who you run into when you're stranded in outer space. Second person narrative. Tony Stark's POV. Post Infinity War speculation that I never got around to posting.

#loki fanfic #tony stark fanfic #ironman fanfic #avengers fanfic #mcu fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki #tony stark #loki angst #ironman #tony stark loki friendship #post infinity war fanfiction #post infinity war fix it fanfic #hurt comfort avengers fanfic #juliabohemian #juliabohemianfanfiction

[juliabohemian]

I’m going to say something that is likely to irritate people. Which is nothing new, really. I’ve been irritating people my entire life. 

Here it goes:

I devote a ridiculous amount of time and energy to my fanfiction. Probably as much, if not more, than I devote to my academic writing. Because that’s who I am. I devote a ridiculous amount of time and energy to everything. Whether it is drawing or painting, meticulously photographing native plants so I can identify them by their scientific name, or creating academic material to meet the obscure needs of one specific student with a learning disability. That’s just who I am. I am someone for whom things matter.

That being said, I really thought that this whole quarantine thing would mean a renewed appreciation for people who provide free art and entertainment. More importantly, I thought it would mean more people commenting on stories. Commenting. Not giving kudos. Not adding them to a list of favorites. Not bookmarking them. Commenting.

I don’t need attention. If I want attention, there are faster and more efficient ways to get it. I don’t need validation. I don’t need people to say good job. I know I’m doing a good job. I am very confident about my writing abilities. I know my characters are in character and you can bet that whatever I wrote about was thoroughly researched in advance. And I’m definitely not looking for constructive criticism. 

I do, however, crave discussion.  I am, in case it wasn’t apparent, neurodivergent. And like many other neurodivergent people, I don’t crave social interaction. I don’t crave romantic involvement. All I want to do is discuss things. THAT is my social interaction. Writing stories and sharing them online is something I have always done to stay connected to the world. But it doesn’t feel like a connection anymore. It feels more like I’m screaming into a void. 

#fanfiction woes #hfa woes #my lifestyle has not changed much since covid-19 #I was already social distancing #can we please continue social distancing even after this is over? #writing fanfiction is like screaming into a void #juliabohemian #juliabohemian rant #juliabohemianfanfiction #juliabohemianrant

[juliabohemian]

I just wanted to say that I have not abandoned my WIP. I have already written the last 5 chapters. They just need to be polished and edited. And I have not abandoned my meme series or the Loki fandom. Things are just super hectic right now.

#loki fanfiction #juliabohemian #juliabohemianfanfiction

[juliabohemian]

Comments like these make up for all the people who read and don’t comment. 

Sometimes writing fanfiction is very discouraging. Because I put a lot of emotion into the things I write. To know that I have moved or affected someone is really my ultimate goal.

The story is here, in case you are interested.

#loki fanfiction #post ragnarok fanfiction #infinity war fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #ragnarok fix it #loki deserved better #juliabohemian #juliabohemianfanfiction

[juliabohemian]

So I was supposed to be working on my main Loki WIP this weekend. But I ended up writing this one-shot instead: 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14902617

This is for all the people who were tired of hearing about how much Thor has suffered, while Loki's loss continues to be swept under the rug. So if that's a notion that offends you, skip this story. I won't mind.

Lots of feels. You were warned.

#loki fanfiction #loki fan fiction #thor fanfiction #juliabohemian #avengers fanfic #post infinity war fanfiction

[juliabohemian]

I’ve been getting some messages and comments asking about my Loki fan fiction.

Just to make it clear, all of my Loki fanfiction is based on the meta I post here. It covers the same issues. It can be found on AO3.

The other question I am getting is...can all my Loki memes be found in one place? And the answer is yes!

They can be found on DeviantArt.

#loki fanfiction #loki fanfic #post infinity war fanfiction #infinity war fix it #infinity war fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #juliabohemian

[juliabohemian]

Another Post Infinity War Drabble

Under the cut, because spoilers

And just like that they are back atop Stark Tower again. They are face to face, grappling and sparring like animals, as the world comes undone around them.

"Brother, help me put an end to this," Thor insists. It's different this time. He's eager, persistent, confident. "We can do it together."

He can see from Loki's face that he knows something is amiss. Something has changed. They should not be here now, like this. These events have already taken place, as have so many other things, some of them dark and terrible. Thor notices that it takes some getting used to, this shifting back and forth through time. He finds it not at all unlike a waking dream. Somehow he expected that it would come more easily to Loki.

"You don't know," Loki rambles. He grips the scepter with both hands, clutching it against his chest. "You don't know…you don't know what he's capable of. This will end his way, one way or another…Thanos will have his way…" He's breathing rapidly and so his words come out in harsh, laborious pants. His eyes are wide and fearful, darting back and forth.

"Loki, please…" Thor begins. "You must listen to me…"

"I can't…I can't…this is madness…it's madness…"

Thor reaches for the other man. But Loki seems so fragile right now, that he's not sure if it's safe to even touch him.

"You can trust me…"

"No…no…it's madness…"

Loki lets go of the scepter with his right hand. His fingers creep towards his own throat, as if to pry off some invisible force.

"Brother, help me. I'm choking…I'm choking…"

Thor’s soul aches when reminded of Loki’s brutal end. Even with all of the shifting back and forth, it still feels so fresh in his mind. It pains him to know that Loki might be reliving it somehow. He longs to soothe his brother’s fears, but he knows they don't have the time.

"Loki you have to calm down!" Thor yells. He must roar to be heard over the din and confusion.

Loki's eyes are immediately shut tight. He raises the scepter in front of his face in a defensive gesture. Thor's heart sinks when he realizes that his brother is anticipating violence.

Softly and gently he reaches for Loki's free hand, and presses the palm of it firmly against his own forehead.

Thor has never given up any degree of control to Loki before, not really. He's learned that it's easier to allow Loki to spy and stalk him from a safe distance, than to simply engage in full disclosure. Certain barriers have always been necessary between them, for both their sake. But today that will not do. Thor knows that today, Loki needs more.

"I invite you to look into my mind, Brother. See that you can trust me. See that I feel nothing but love for you."

Loki opens his eyes. His expression is still one of sheer panic. Thor knows that he doesn't trust people easily, and right now he cannot even trust reality.

"No, I…"

"Loki, please…"

Loki swallows several times, as though he is attempting to literally consume his distress. Finally, he lets his eyes fall closed again. His fingers curl, relaxing around the roundness of his brother's head.

Thor can feel the other man entering his mind. Even with permission given, it's still an invasion of sorts. He relaxes as much as he can, trying to let go of any lingering anger or resentment. He descends into the moist depths of his own subconscious. He grabs hold of that which is sweetest and most tender, and holds it up as an offering. Then he waits for Loki to meet him there.

His mind is immediately flooded with images. There's a vast, green field, and a steep cliff, overlooking a deep pool. The colors are so rich and inviting. There are two boys -one blonde and one dark- holding hands and running. They count together, a practiced ritual. They scream and laugh as they leap to the water below. After they land, they race to the surface, gasping for air. They make their way to the shore, scrambling onto the rocks. Their clothes are sticking to their tiny bodies. They slog over to the grass and fling themselves onto it, lying on their backs. They gaze up into the clouds. It’s all so bright, so real, and so right now-

"Okay," Loki says. He blinks several times, before slowly passing the scepter to his brother. "Okay."

#post infinity war fanfiction #thor and loki fanfiction #thor #loki #loki fanfiction #spoilers #infinity war spoilers #avengers #juliabohemian #juliabohemianfanfiction

[juliabohemian]

Regarding my Loki-centric WIP

So I know I’ve mentioned before that I am working on a very long Loki story. I have been writing it since September or October, I think. The main story is around 30k words right now. A possible secondary story that relates to the first has about 20k words, but is nowhere close to completion. I thought that after Infinity War, I would not feel compelled to keep working on it. But so far that has not been the case.

Every time I think I might be close to the point where I want to start posting chapters of the first part of my story, something happens that makes me rethink the entire thing and I end up changing it again. It’s almost become painful, in a way, this need to finish it. Sometimes I find myself extremely enthusiastic about it. Other times it feels like an obligation, one that inspires a perverse guilt. I find myself re-reading the same paragraph over and over and unable to reconcile myself with one particular word. I have been writing for many years. This is the most time and effort I have ever put into a piece of writing that was for purely recreational purposes.

Either way, I appreciate those of you who have read my existing Loki fanfiction, liked and shared my Loki memes or Loki fanart. Some of you have been following me for a while. Some of you only recently. I gained a lot of followers after Infinity War... about 650 so far. Wow, that’s a lot. I want you to know that I SEE you. All of you. I just don’t always have time to reply to every comment or to acknowledge every time I am tagged. I swear I am not ignoring you. I am just someone with a very busy life, and an even busier brain.

#loki fanfiction #loki fandom #my followers are awesome #I love my followers #MCU fanfiction #thor fanfiction #loki #juliabohemian #fanfiction woes #fanfiction wip #juliabohemianfanfiction

[juliabohemian]

Now I’m kind of wishing I had written it. Still love the movie, though. It was awesome.

ME, A FEW WEEKS AGO: "I should totally write a fanfiction in which Asgard gets destroyed and Loki helps evacuate the Asgardians onto a ship, at the last possible second."

ALSO ME, A FEW WEEKS AGO: "That would be ridiculous though, because there are probably way too many Asgardians to fit on a single spaceship, right? It would never work out, logistically."

TAIKA WAITITI: "Hold my beer..."

#spoilers for ragnarok #ragnarok spoilers #thor spoilers #thor: ragnarok #thor and loki #loki fanfiction #loki is a precious bean #taika waititi #plot holes #juliabohemian #juliabohemianmemes

[juliabohemian]

The B Team

Title: The B Team -chapter 1/1 -2655 words Fandoms: Avengers (movies) Characters: Loki (Marvel), Peter Parker/Spider Man (Marvel), Scott Lang/ Ant Man (Marvel)

Scott Lang, Peter Parker and Loki talk about important things, like lotion and baseball, and Tony Stark's drinking habits. Because reasons.

"You know what I don't get?" Loki began, polishing off the last of his beer. Midgardian alcohol lacked the potency he was accustomed to, but the flavor was certainly smoother.

"Hmm?" Scott replied, lazily. He noticed that his can also had very little beer left in it. He sat it down on the coffee table and rose to retrieve some more from the kitchen.

"I don't get lotion," Loki finished, leaning forward to set his can aside as well.

"What's not to get about lotion?" Peter asked, confused. He peered down into his own can, which unfortunately contained only Diet Coke. He glanced hopefully at Scott, who was returning from the kitchen with two more cans of beer. His hope dwindled, however, when Scott plopped back down on the couch and handed one of the cans to Loki.

"Aww...I'm sorry, kid," Scott cooed, sympathetically. "Did you want another soda?"

"Nah, I'm good." Peter shook his head, politely concealing his disappointment. He grabbed a handful of Cheetos from the bowl that Scott had set out for them, and began munching.

"So…is this going to be about masturbation?" Scott asked, also grabbing a handful of Cheetos from the bowl. "Because I really haven't reached that level of comfort with you two yet…and technically, he's a child. So that's kind of treading on dangerous territory, if you know what I mean…"

"Why would it be about masturbation?" Loki asked, looking mildly disgusted, both by the question and by the snack the other two were consuming.

"I don't know…you said lotion. That's just where my head went. It's like, you know, word association, or whatever. Go head, sorry."

"I'm talking about the fact that people on this planet are obsessed with moisturizing themselves," Loki explained.

Scott sucked the Cheeto dust from his fingers, and then cracked open his can of beer, gingerly tilting it to avoid spilling the overflow of foam.

"I think you're going to have to expand on that one for us."

"I mean…everything here has lotion in it. You have lotion for your face, for your body, for your hands and feet. You have lotion for lips. You have lotion for your hair. You have lotion in your soap…"

"Huh…You're right," Scott agreed. "I never thought about that."

"Is your planet so arid that people really are in constant danger of losing moisture? What happens if they don't have lotion? Will they die?"

Scott shrugged, reaching for more Cheetos.

"I guess it depends on how dry they get."

"My aunt has a lot of lotion," Peter confirmed, wiping his own Cheeto dust onto his pants, before reaching into the bowl again. "She orders this special anti-aging face cream from the Home Shopping Club. It's like a hundred dollars for this tiny, little bottle."

Loki raised his beer can in a mock toast. "You can tell her it's working."

Scott paused, before inserting another Cheeto into his mouth.

"Oh yeah? Is his aunt hot?"

"Eh..." Loki gestured with his free hand -palm wavering- the universal sign for maybe.

"Are you into older women?" Scott asked, while chewing. "Oh, except that she's not really older, right? Because you're like a thousand years old, or something…"

"Or something."

"Guys…" Peter attempted to interject, clearly not thrilled with where the conversation was heading. The two men ignored him.

"I have found that younger women are usually boring," Loki declared, "and they tend to lack experience."

"Huh...but she probably has a lot of experience though," Scott mused, grabbing another handful of Cheetos. "That's why she needs the face cream."

"Guys," Peter began again, this time more insistent. The last thing he wanted to think about was how much experience his aunt had doing anything.

"So sorry," Loki offered, turning to the other man. With a scolding tone, he added, "Mr. Lang, need I remind you that there is a child present?"

"I am not a child," Peter whined, placing his can of soda on the coffee table with a firm tap. Not terribly threatening, but the best he could manage with aluminum.

"Dude, you sort of are," Scott pointed out.

"Why are you in such a hurry to be an adult anyway?" Loki asked. "Being an adult is a dreadful circus of unexpected challenges and responsibilities. As a child, I had no responsibilities. Other people were responsible for me. It was glorious."

Peter's lips formed a pouty expression. He folded his arms across his chest, defensively.

"When you were my age you were probably doing way more interesting things than this."

Loki looked genuinely amused by the younger man's assumption.

"Such as what?"

"Ooh…slaying dragons," Scott offered, tossing his fist into the air, "medieval shit like that."

Loki rolled his eyes.

"Hardly...I didn't slay any dragons until I was at least two hundred years old."

Peter's eyes widened.

"Seriously?"

"No, I've never slayed a dragon in my life. Why would anyone kill such a perfectly lovely creature?"

"Still," Peter insisted. "You were probably doing something way cooler than this."

"When I was your age," Loki confessed, "I was sitting around, whining about being your age, pretty much like you're doing now. The only difference is that I was doing it in a castle...and I was much more well dressed."

"Same," Scott added, "minus the castle and the clothes. I went to school…then I went home. I played baseball, sometimes...Atari. That was it."

Loki raised a finger.

"Ah…that's the other thing I don't get."

Scott's brow furrowed.

"What, Atari?"

"No, baseball," Loki corrected. "What exactly is the point of that game?"

"The point is to hit the ball with the bat and to run around the bases," Scott explained. "How is that confusing?"

"There's a lot of sitting and standing around and waiting," Loki countered.

"So?"

"So, I prefer a game with movement."

"Baseball has movement," Scott insisted. "You hit the ball with the bat and you run around the bases. That's movement."

"I mean continuous movement. It doesn't qualify as a sport. You might as well be sitting at a table, playing chess."

Scott looked positively offended.

"You can not talk shit about the American pastime."

Loki pointed at him.

"See? You admit that it's a pastime, therefore technically not a sport."

He frowned at the other man's logic.

"Huh…I guess you got me there."

"Captain America loves baseball," Peter interjected.

"That's good to know," Loki quipped. "I needed another reason to dislike him."

"I don't know." Scott said. "He seemed alright. I mean, I only met him the once. It was kind of cool. He was certainly...polite."

"Well, politeness is definitely a very important quality to have when you're trying to protect your planet from the strongest force in the universe. Maybe he can challenge Thanos to a game of squash."

"Oh, they don't play squash in America," Scott pointed out. "They play racquetball, I think...and he also kicked Iron Man's ass."

"That's not much of a challenge," Loki declared. He scowled at his beer. "Do you have anything stronger than this?"

"Umm...maybe?" Scott replied. "I think I might have some bourbon."

"Good, because this is doing absolutely nothing for me."

"Are you trying to get drunk? It's only six o'clock."

"Pfft...hardly. I'll be lucky if I get mildly buzzed."

"You really should soak it up with something."

Loki tossed his hand, glaring at the bowl on the coffee table.

"You mean those awful, orange things? They taste like wood pulp. I'll pass."

"Are you sure?" Scott prodded. "You haven't eaten since this morning."

"I'm fine."

"Suit yourself."

Scott stood up and headed to the kitchen to fetch the bourbon.

"Can I have a beer?" Peter asked, throwing caution to the wind.

"No way," Scott shouted, over his shoulder.

"Eh...one can won't hurt him, will it?" Loki asked. "It's practically water anyway."

"Maybe for you it is," Scott replied, returning to the living room with a bottle and two shot glasses. "Not for him. His aunt would totally kill us."

"She might kill you," Loki said, opening the bottle and pouring them each a shot. "She's hardly a match for me, even with the face cream."

"Still, you heard what Mr. Stark said...you know, about corrupting minors."

"I make it a point not to listen when Stark speaks. Interesting caution, though, coming from a functioning alcoholic."

Scott looked up in surprise.

"Wait, what?"

"He has a well stocked mini-bar in every room of his house, even the bathroom."

"What were you doing in his bathroom?" Scott asked.

Loki shrugged.

"I was bored. Thought I'd snoop."

"Did he see you?"

"No, I'm not an idiot."

"Find anything interesting?"

"Besides the mini-bars? He wears thong underwear and has satin sheets. Also he has a statue of himself in the foyer, but I guess I can't really fault him for that one."

"Wow..." Scott commented, "that is so much more than I wanted to know about him."

"You're welcome," Loki returned, with a smirk.

"I wonder what they're doing right now," Peter mused.

Scott turned to younger man. "Who?"

"The Avengers."

Loki actually laughed.

"Who the hell cares?"

"I do," Peter admitted.

"Why?"

"Because it's like we're the B team," Peter explained.

"Dude, we are not the B team," Scott insisted, looking back and forth between the other two. "We're not."

"They don't trust us to do anything important," Peter pointed out.

Loki poured himself another shot, still chuckling. He downed it, before gesturing to Scott and himself.

"You do realize that the two of us have been in prison, right?"

"Yeah, if you think about it, it's kind of weird that they'd leave him alone with us, him being a kid and all. I mean, I was just a burglar, but weren't you trying to take over the planet at one point? What ever happened to that?"

Loki downed a third shot and reached for the bottle to pour another.

"We don't have the luxury of indulging our whims these days. The picture has gotten much bigger."

Scott frowned, uncertain.

"So wait, you're saying that you still kind of want to take over the planet?"

"No...that urge was borne out of forces far stronger than myself, and they have since left me. Besides, don't you watch the news? This planet can run itself into the ground just fine without my help."

"Oh, good." Scott sounded relieved, despite not fully understanding the second part of Loki's comment. It wasn't worth it to pry further. He eyed the other man, who had moved on to a fifth shot of bourbon. "Why bother with the glass at this point? Why not just drink it directly from the bottle?"

"You don't want any more?" Loki asked.

Scott hemmed and hawed a moment, glancing at the clock and back at the bottle. Was it too early to get drunk? Did it really matter at this point? It's not like he had anywhere to be.

"Eh...maybe just one more," he decided. "Then it's yours."

Loki poured Scott another shot and then proceeded to take a swig, directly from the bottle.

"I don't mean to be rude," Peter interrupted, watching the two men imbibe, "but I live across town. Which one of you is going to drive me home?"

"Oh, I called you an Uber," Scott offered. "Should be here at seven."

Loki raised an eyebrow. He had no idea what an Uber was, but he assumed it was a form of transportation.

"Neither of you can drive?"

"He's too young and we're not supposed to operate vehicles, while intoxicated," Scott explained.

"That's a shame," Loki noted. "I've done some of my best work, while intoxicated."

"Besides," Scott began, launching into a rant. "New Yorkers drive like their goal is to actually kill you...and it's not just the drivers, either. Everyone here is completely nuts. I'm seriously terrified to leave my apartment, most of the time."

"Mmm...that's not very reassuring. Aren't you supposed to be a super hero or something?" Loki lifted up two fingers on each hand and made air quotes when he said the words, super hero.

"Well, not officially. I mean, I'm more like a third party contractor...and I'm fine with the suit on, of course, but it's not like you can wear something like that to pick up your dry cleaning in."

"Huh...I don't believe you," Loki retorted, with a sniff.

"What? I am fine with the suit on. You've seen it."

"It's not that." Loki lifted the bottle and took another long swig. Realizing it was empty, he sat it down on the coffee table. "I just don't believe that you own anything that requires dry cleaning."

"Why are you always making fun of our clothes?" Scott asked, dumbfounded. He gazed down at his own ensemble, a t-shirt and a pair of khaki pants. It looked fine. Didn't it?

He didn't get an answer, though. Loki paused just then, bracing himself against the cushion with both hands. His eyes looked glassy.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked. "You look like you're going to barf."

When Loki didn't reply right away, Peter turned to Scott. "He looks like he's going to barf," he repeated.

"I'm perfectly fine," Loki said, insistently. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm just going to lie on the floor."

After a few seconds, Loki literally slid all the way down the front of the couch, until his ass was on the ground. Then he curled up on his side, along the base of the coffee table.

Scott shook his head, knowingly.

"Dude, I told you...you should have eaten the Cheetos."

Peter got out of his chair and leaned over Loki, who appeared to be asleep. He whispered, softly.

"Did he pass out?"

"No, he did not," Loki mumbled, eyes still closed. "He's just resting."

"You'd better not hurl on my carpet," Scott commanded. He felt a sudden rush of confidence, seeing the ordinarily unflappable Loki in such a delicate state. "I'm moving back to California when this shit is over and I want to get my deposit back."

Loki didn't respond. The other two stared at him, for a few minutes, waiting to see if he would move or speak. He didn't. Scott poked him to make sure he was still breathing. He was.

"Do you think he wants a pillow?" Peter asked. He had never actually seen anyone pass out before. It wasn't as exciting as he'd imagined.

"I don't know," Scott said, not terribly thrilled to have Loki on his living room floor. He might have abandoned his goal of taking over the planet, but that didn't mean he wasn't dangerous.

"Maybe you should call Thor," Peter suggested. He pondered it briefly. His stomach felt tingly at the prospect of finally meeting the Avenger face to face. Of course it's not like he'd be able to tell anyone about it.

"Can't do that," Scott replied.

"Oh." This time Peter failed to conceal his disappointment. "Why not?"

Scott shook his head with disapproval.

"He doesn't have a phone."

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Here are some extremely short stories

(romantic comedy)

"I can do whatever I want," she declared, after changing lanes for the 40th time. She didn't bother signaling, because she hated for life to be predictable like that.

(horror)

"Hey, these aren't my raccoons," Dave bellowed, as he threw open the door to his apartment. A brightly dressed elf popped out from behind his couch, like a candy-coated ninja. Despite the obvious redundancy, his tone actually WAS both ominous and foreboding. "They are now..."

(horror or romantic comedy...really it could go either way)

"And that's when I knew that clown college wasn't for me," Carl concluded, with an air of satisfaction. He loved telling that story. Unfortunately, not everyone enjoyed hearing it, especially not his wife, Karen. "Stop talking and help me bury this body," Karen muttered.

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I said I was done writing fan fiction, but I guess I lied.

The sight of the young boy, sitting cross-legged in the center of floor, was met with an array of confused stares. All but one person, of course, who need not ask who the boy was -for he knew him immediately. Only Tony uttered what everyone else was obviously thinking.

"Um...is that..."

Thor chuckled to himself, but it sounded dry and painful. Because it wasn't amusement. It was acknowledgment. He cleared his throat, as though he could somehow erase the sound he'd just made.

"Loki looks...how he feels," he said.

His explanation was deliberately pithy. Certainly the others had ascertained by now, what sort of gifts for magic Loki possessed. Certainly they realized he was capable of altering his appearance, even subconsciously, if need be. Thor didn't really think he could bear to expand any further anyway. Only after he made the statement did he realize that he really couldn't even begin to assume how Loki felt at this moment. Did he really know how Loki felt about anything? Had he ever known? Either way, his choice seemed appropriate. Given the circumstances, Thor imagined that Loki might be feeling very small and helpless, much like a child. At least in this state, he was easier on the eyes. The condition that they had found Loki in -head closely shorn and face beaten almost beyond recognition- Thor could hardly bear to look at him.

"Well, at least he'll cost less to feed." Tony offered, softly, clearly sensing the heaviness in the room. No one laughed. No one even smiled. It was so quiet, it was hard to believe that anyone was still breathing.

"I have to ask," Steve began, breaking the awkward silence. "I mean...since no one else is going to...I have to ask...is he still...dangerous?"

Thor issued him a glare of disbelief. He felt the anger bubbling up inside him. He was angry at himself, mostly, but at this moment, whoever made themselves the target of his frustrations was surely a fool.

"Why...because he can turn himself into a boy? Is the mighty Captain Rogers afraid of a child?"

Steve shot back, immediately. "Are you forgetting what he did here?"

Thor closed his eyes, attempting to calm himself. How could he hope to explain? How could he hope to describe what his dreams had revealed to him...to this race of people who had barely begun to comprehend the value of such things? And at the same time, how could reconcile his own shame at not having realized it himself. Why did it take a dream to finally make things clear? Why did it have to be when it was too late to do anything about it?

"You just don't know," was all he could muster.

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