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[illicien]

Upcoming Fic List

Wait, this account still exists? WELL... guess it’s a good time to use it since I’m getting back into things!! Ready for a whole bunch of new-fangled fun and games?

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@ironstrangefrostohmy as Foxglove_Fiction

Info:

Q: Why is the list shorter than it used to be?

A: To my knowledge my former cowriter is no longer writing, so many of our previous ideas have been scrapped. This does mean I have the opportunity to write more detailed and focused fics, but they also will not likely be as long as many previous fics have been. 

Q: Why did/didn’t you tag (x,y,z)?

A: Tagging is intimidating as heck, and tagging on Tumblr is even more intimidating, I don’t know how any of you do this, please send help!! I’m doing my best.

List of fics below the cut, organized by progress.

On-going:

Collared

- IronStrange & full IronStrangeFrost because I have ZERO CHILL.

- Based on some classic IronFrost slave collar concepts

- Rated E

- When Wong drops off a collared and silent Sorcerer Supreme, Tony finds himself having to figure out how far he’s willing to bend his morals to keep someone he cares about safe.

- Currently 10/?

In Progress:

A Crown of Frost (pt2 of the Frozen Branch series)

- Do you like Loki ships? This one’s full of them. Listing them would be silly.

- This is a bit of a celebration of the love of Loki over my many years in the fandom, including both classic and modern Loki ships and gender-neutral Loki.

- Rated T (probably. We’ll see.)

- When the heir to the throne of Jotunheim is said to be looking for suitors, the Nine Realms are well-prepared to send in their best. But the Jotun heir will not be easily impressed.

- Approx. 7 Chapters

(Untitled omgv) ("prequel" to Betwixt)

- Loki & Fandral

- Because I got thoughts about young Loki presenting as an omega and Fandral being insufferable. Also because I love Betwixt.

- Rated T

- Sure, Loki wanted attention. But this wasn't exactly the kind of attention he'd been hoping for.

- 1-2 chapters

Metamour (sequel to Potential)

- Mostly Tony & Loki, but IronStrange and StrangeFrost

- Do you know what a metamour is? If not, come learn along with Tony!

- Rated E

- A metamour is someone who loves the person you love, values them as much as you do, and respects your bond. They may be a friend, an acquaintance, or more. A metamour may also bring you warm fluffy socks in an attempt to bond with you, because you matter to the person they love, and they have every intention of winning you over. Tony is learning what it means to have a metamour.

- One-shot

On Pause, But Not Forgotten:

Embraced

- IronStrange

- Vampires? Werewolves? Explorations of life and identity? Some of my favs!

- Rated E

- Sometimes dying isn’t actually the end you might wish it was. But then, there’s always something to live for, isn’t there?

- 8/14 Planned Chapters 

In Planning:

Beyond the Mirror Rework

- IronStrange / Stephencest

-  I was never totally happy with how BtM came out, and I deserve to write some Stephen-selfcest-horror

- E-Rating

- Mysticism and mirrors have gone hand in hand for generations. The thing is, those hands are supposed to stay inside the mirror...

- 5 chapters

The Asteria Court (pt3 of the Frozen Branch series) (Working title)

- IronStrangeFrost

- Medieval Fantasy AU

- Rating Unknown

- Loki has been completely content with the relationship he has, but on being made to marry he agrees to seek out a soulmate. Too bad that soulmate isn’t the man he was hoping it would be.

- ???? chapters

Vendetta  (Working title) 

- IronStrange

- Period piece dark fantasy AU w/ witch hunts 

- M-E-Rating 

- Wong hires Tony as a bodyguard to keep Stephen safe while he’s away, but Tony doesn’t know what exactly he’s keeping him safe from.

- ???? chapters

#fanfic plans #fanfic #IronStrange #StrangeFrost #ironstrangefrost #FrostIronStrange #Work In Progress #Planned Fic List

[ao3feed-thor]

Happiness Is Relative

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6SWKjsq

by asgardianstarfish (vyxythepixie)

Across the multiverse, there are Doctor Stranges in infinite realities. In almost every one, the same question is asked. And sometimes, it involves Loki.

This will be a gradually expanding collection of scenes/ficlets that will be added to based on bingo prompts and potentially prompts made by commenters. Ratings for each ficlet will vary, but will tend to be explicit. Warnings will be put in the notes at the start of chapters and edited onto the tags as and when they arise.

Words: 1127, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Loki (TV 2021), Doctor Strange (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Loki, Stephen Strange

Relationships: Loki/Stephen Strange

Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Manhandling, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Strangefrost

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/6SWKjsq

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

[lailyn]

Argh, I know, I shouldn't be greedy, but I just love a good whump fic and I love Strangefrost and I love your writing... so, might I humbly ask for another?? Maybe?? For the - I don't know - the digestive system maybe?

Here ya go! This one's a bit longer, it kinda got away from me. 😅

A Fool For You

It began with a relic gone missing. A sword forged in blood and tears, the sword was said to have been used to lop off the head of a tyrannical emperor after he had used it to slaughter his own brothers, all six of them. 

It was a dangerous katana that required a calming ritual at every turn of the century to temper its blade, for it could turn the susceptible, the most innocent into murderous monsters. 

Stephen had been lucky to escape unharmed that morning when he awoke to the blade pressed against his throat, wielded by an invisible hand, controlled by long-range magic.

Stephen had been lucky Loki was there to banish the spectral intruder and restore the katana to its resting place in the Sanctum vault under lock and key. 

Reading the blade that had almost taken his human from him only led them back to Kamar-Taj, but the trail ended there. 

There was a traitor in their midst. 

"Nothing's going to happen to me." 

Or so Stephen kept insisting. 

Loki was no fool. It would take more than vapid assurances to assuage this urge in him to tear whoever dared harm a hair on Stephen's head limb from limb.

Wong thought it could be a Zealot who might have escaped from having to join Kaecilius on his eternal journey to be one with the Dark Lord Dormammu. 

Stephen made a sound argument of the low probability, seeing how the Dark Dimension was as good as sealed forever with the Book of Cagliostro gone, but Loki had disguised himself as one of them that very night and searched each and every Master, fellow and apprentice for the telltale mark on the forehead. 

If someone cared for his opinion, Loki thought Stephen was being too complacent with his life.

"Loki, I am not going to lock myself up in the Mirror Dimension!" 

Stephen had the gall to laugh at Loki's suggestion. For that, Loki did not speak to him for an entire day. 

As the night grew closer, Stephen had given up trying to apologise for something he did not believe he did wrong and resigned himself to the idea of attending the communal dinner at Kamar-Taj without his plus one. Sorcerer Supremes had traditionally been lonesome creatures, and initially Stephen even thought of himself as such. 

Until he met Loki. 

Stephen abhorred gossip. If the Sorcerer Supreme and the (reformed) God of Mischief were indeed an item, he would rather come clean about it than suffer salacious stories being passed around behind his back. 

But since Loki was a no-show, Stephen was going to suffer them for one more day, until he could figure out what to do...or what not to do. When it came to Loki, abstaining was just as important. 

So that was how Stephen had come to sit at the head of the table, flanked by a representative from the other two Sanctums. Wong had drawn the short straw by virtue of his being Stephen's second-in-command and sadly had to stay behind in New York.

A young man barely out of his teens came to the high table with a set of tea. 

“A new apprentice. I recruited him from the streets of Kowloon City,” Master Murata murmured in the Sorcerer Supreme’s ear. “I think he’s got potential.”

Stephen looked at the scabies burrows in the webs between the boy’s fingers, the badly damaged nails from a chronic nail-biting problem superimposed with a fungal infection. 

Must have been homeless, he deduced. Family problems? A runaway?

Stephen watched as the boy poured a pinkish golden liquid into the three cups in front of them. It glittered with edible gold petals. 

“Sour plum tea,” Master Murata nodded in approval. He held up his cup, “Here’s to our Sorcerer Supreme. May you live in interesting times.”

If the wording sounded odd, it could only be due to the Guardian of the Hong Kong Sanctum’s oriental heritage. 

Stephen surreptitiously waited for both Guardians to finish drinking first before raising his own cup to his lips to take his first sip.

"Sorcerer Supreme, there you are!"

"Wong?" Stephen's forehead furrowed at the sight of his friend marching down the dais toward him. "What are you doing here?"

Wong grabbed the cup out of the Sorcerer Supreme's hand and drank it all in one gulp. 

"That hit the spot," he declared, delicately fingering the corners of his lips. 

"M-Master Wong," Master Murata stammered. 

"What's gotten into you?" Stephen muttered. He held out the empty cup for a refill, but Wong quickly grabbed his wrist. "Wong!"

The apprentice scurried away with the tray; Wong followed the retreating form with his eyes until the boy disappeared amongst the dinner crowd. 

With a wide smile Stephen had never seen the likes of it on Wong’s face before, his best friend boldly grabbed him around the wrist and yanked him out of his seat. "This is simply no time to be drinking! Come, I have much to tell you!"

"It's just tea," Stephen grumbled, more curious than embarrassed at being manhandled in public.  

Just as they passed a few Masters in the hall, Wong stumbled and would have fallen had Stephen not caught his friend. 

“Really, Wong, one would think you had been imbibing…” Stephen's voice trailed off at the sight of perspiration dotting his friend's forehead. “Wong?”

“Take me to your room,” Wong grunted, and Stephen froze, for Wong’s voice suddenly sounded so much like -

“Loki?”

In the blink on an eye, Stephen teleported them to his room and Wong slowly sank to his knees with a soft, forlorn sigh; his form shimmered as all manner of glamour dropped, revealing Loki's shaking form. 

At the tell-tale shudder, Stephen quickly grabbed a trash can from under his desk and shoved it under Loki's head just in time to catch the first of his stomach contents. 

"Poison?"

Loki nodded frantically as another wave of extreme nausea surged up his gullet.

"But how? We were all drinking the same thing!" Stephen demanded.  

“It wasn't the tea,” Loki gasped. “It was the cup.” 

"If you knew it was poisoned, why couldn't you have just told me? Why did you have to drink it?" Stephen berated.

"Now you have evidence," Loki managed in between gasps. "Somebody was trying to kill you."

Loki lashed out a hand which his lover caught unthinkingly; into Stephen's palm Loki pressed the ceramic cup he had drunk from. 

"It's the lacquer," he wheezed; the pain raging in his stomach was making it difficult to breathe. "It...reacted with the gold leaf. Turned the tea."

Stephen stared at the object in his hand. True enough, the urushiol lacquer had corroded away, leaving behind a suspicious white deposit that had formed a sediment at the bottom of the cup. 

Loki had done it all on purpose...impersonating Wong, stealing Stephen's drink right under his nose and making sure everyone saw him drink out of the Sorcerer Supreme's cup -

And stumbling in the hallway with witnesses around had been in part an act, the rest of it very, very real...as real as the blood dribbling down Loki’s chin as his body tried to purge the poison. He heaved and heaved uncontrollably into the trash can, his long hair limp and matted to his scalp like a crown of thorns.

But before Stephen could hold his hair back for him, another violent cramp folded Loki in half, his desperate cry of the kind Stephen had never heard out of the God of Mischief before.

"Oh, Loki…" Stephen could not help but moan. "Why must you always do this?"

Loki shuddered and wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. He slowly sank to the floor, prostrating on the tatami mat, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach. 

"I'll live," he sighed. "You wouldn't have."

Stephen leveled his writhing lover with a frosty look. "What made you think I could live with this on my conscience?"

Loki's eyes fluttered to a close. "As long as you lived, I don't particularly care."

Stephen heaved a sigh of frustration and sickening anxiety. "What can I do?"

"Hang the perpetrators by their entrails, that would be a start," Loki groaned. He curled up as tightly as his cramping muscles would allow. "Norns!" 

Stephen rummaged through his apothecary cabinet and waved potion after potion of possible remedial value, only for every jar to be waved away. 

"I've purged it all." Loki bared teeth slick with blood in a grotesque grimace as he tried to breathe through the worst of the cramps. "It's just the sequelae now."

Tears sprang to Stephen's eyes as he dropped onto his knees next to his ill lover. "You are such a fool."

Loki chuckled weakly. "Ah yes, that I am. A fool for you."

A furious tear escaped and made its way down Stephen's cheek. He gathered Loki's long limbs in his arms and lifted the trembling figure gently into his lap, holding him upright. "I'm such a fool."

"Stephen, don't." Utterly exhausted, Loki could do no more than squeeze the protective arm around his neck. "I'm alright. Truly."

"I will find whoever did this," he heard Stephen vow in his ear and the tension drained out of Loki's body like water.

"Good," Loki hummed faintly. 

If putting himself in jeopardy was what it took to get Stephen to give a damn about his own life...then Loki had no objection whatsoever. Nor had he any objection to the comfortable weight of Stephen's hand on his aching belly, or to the healing magic furious at work, aiding the repair of any internal damage caused by the poison. 

"I am going to sleep now," Loki murmured, sagging in Stephen's embrace like a sack of bones. 

As Loki drifted off into a restorative slumber, he could hear Stephen mumble something in his ear. It sounded a lot like 'I love you', but Loki could not be sure.

Stephen was just going to have to say it again when next he awakened.

#strangefrost #loki #froststrange #loki whump #sick loki #fic #ask #doctor strange

[lailyn]

I have lost the ask for this (why doesn't Tumblr let people view privately-answered asks? It's stupid). Anyway, here is what a lovely reader asked for: A Strangefrost whump piece, Prompt: Nervous System

Initially I wanted to write this as a one-shot, but the angst potential is too delicious. It is now a multi-chaptered story 😅

Take My Breath Away

TW: Paralysis.

"How can you still be tired? You slept all day," Stephen grumbled.

"Having slept and feeling rested are two mutually exclusive states of being," Loki murmured. "Please leave me alone."

"I want to. But I cannot."

Stephen laid the back of his hand against Loki's forehead, forgoing the thermometer. He had become so attuned to Loki's body temperature, any shift in the equilibrium was a cause for concern. "You don't have a fever."

"I don't know why you were expecting one,” Loki said, gently swatting Stephen's hand away. "I am fine. The fever broke a few days ago, remember?"

"Exactly," Stephen said, feeling uneasy. 

He decided now was as good a time as any to test a theory. "Wanna go grab dinner? We can go to that Mexican place you like so much."

Loki's face took on a pained expression. Out all the cuisines Midgard had to offer, Mexican food was something he had never turned down before. This could only be a test. 

Damn you, Stephen. 

To be perfectly honest, Loki still felt a little run-down. His chest still rattled from time to time with a stubborn cough and his muscles ached with a lingering weakness, not to mention the pins and needles that had been plaguing him since he woke up to the nauseating smell of cooking eggs this morning. 

There was no going around it. Loki slowly pushed the covers back and tried to swing his legs down the side of the bed with the intention to hop to his feet with such agility it would blow Stephen's mind and put a stop to all the unnecessary coddling.

The first attempt was an utter failure when he only succeeded in falling back heavily onto the bed.

"Need a hand to the bathroom?" Stephen sounded teasing, but his eyes were calculating and clinical. 

“I have been in bed for too long,” Loki forced a laugh. “I have become attached.”

“Take it easy,” Stephen said, watching Loki like a hawk as his lover pushed himself off the bed, successfully this time, and staggered toward the bathroom with the comforter around his waist. 

"Do you mind? I need to take a shower."

Stephen rolled his eyes. “I just need to toss this in the washer and then I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

“Thought we were going out for dinner?” Loki gripped the bathroom door frame for support. Gravity was a bitch. 

“Just gonna make a cup of honey and lemon tea. You still sound a bit gravelly.”

Loki stared at the bathroom tiles. They were swimming and he waited until they stopped. “Sounds good,” he said distractedly. 

Stephen tugged the filthy, sweat-dampened sheets off the bed and the pillowcases of the pillows. He was about to pull the door knob shut behind him when he heard a loud, sudden thud. 

“Loki?” he called out behind an armful of dirty linen. “You alright?”

Receiving nothing in the way of a satisfactory answer, he dumped the sheets on the floor and marched back into the room. 

He knocked on the bathroom door. “Loki.”

The sounds of running water did not abate. Steam escaped from underneath the door.

“Loki, I’m coming in.”

Loki was sprawled under the shower, leaning against the wall with his legs twisted under him in an awkward angle. 

Ignoring his own fully-clothed state, Stephen stepped into the shower and turned it off. He crouched down next to his boyfriend. 

“What happened?”

“I can’t - ” Loki whispered thickly, “My legs.”

He made a valiant struggle to move them, his upper body twisting and turning with the effort, but his toes would not so much as wiggle. 

“Stephen, what’s happening to me?”

“Calm down.” Stephen snatched the towel off the rack and covered Loki’s modesty. “Let’s get you off the floor.”

In a split-second, he had Loki laid out on the bed once more. 

“Tell me all your symptoms,” he urged. 

By sheer habit, Loki started to shake his head, before Stephen barked, “Now!”

The sudden reprimand jarred Loki out of his stupor. Loki had never heard Stephen raise his voice at him like that, nor had he ever seen such terror in his human lover’s eyes either. 

“Started off with pins and needles,” Loki stammered, his voice small. “Tingling in my legs. Thought I could walk it off, that it would go away.” A sharp burst of breath, “It didn’t.”

“Since when?” Stephen demanded. 

“This morning.” Another stab of pain had Loki gritting his teeth; it felt like lightning bolts going up his legs. “It hurts.”

“Can you move them at all?” Stephen snapped.

Loki shook his head, on the verge of hyperventilating. “I can’t. I tried.”

A long, slim object made of steel appeared in Stephen’s hand. It looked like a miniature hammer, with a rubber disc for its peen. 

Stephen went down on one knee next to the bed. He hefted Loki’s thigh onto the bend of an elbow, letting the full weight of Loki’s leg rest on his arm, and prepared to strike.

“What are you doing?” Loki asked in alarm.

“Checking your reflexes,” Stephen answered brusquely and swung.

The hammer struck Loki’s tendon right below the knee. When Loki’s leg did not swing out as he expected, Stephen repeated the same on the other leg, which remained flaccid in his arm.

He checked for reflexes further down the leg and just as he feared, the complete absence of reflexes affected not only Loki's knees, but also his ankles.

Loki needed only to study the gradual blanching of Stephen’s face. “This is...bad. Isn’t it?”

Stephen abruptly shot to his feet and whipped out his phone. He stabbed a number on his speed-dial and began to pace the room. 

“We need to get you to a hospital.” 

“What?” Loki could not believe his ears. “Stephen, stop.” 

He tried to catch Stephen’s eyes but to no avail. “Who are you calling? Damn it, Strange!”

Loki reached out a hand to grab his boyfriend as he passed, but the ascending paralysis seemed to be spreading at an alarming rate. Loki watched in horror as his arm too lost its battle with fatigue and dropped onto the bed like a stone. 

Stephen saw, and paled even further. “Thor. Change of plans. Meet me there. Bring Banner.”

He tossed the phone onto the dresser. He hooked an arm around the back of Loki’s shoulders and the other under the knees. 

With a strength he did not know he possessed, Stephen lifted Loki into his arms, eliciting a yelp of pain from the prince, but already it sounded weak and feathery. 

Any longer, Loki would not be able to breathe. 

“Hang on.”

TBC.

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