“Cut my hair, brother,” he says. “Like you used to.” Or, four times Loki cut Thor’s hair and one time Thor cut Loki’s.
I have a lot of hair cutting feels I dk. I’m dedicating this to Yasu because I can. ♥
THIS IS A GOOD STORY OMG
Title: Off the Record (Part 7)
Author: Hella
Rating: M
Words: 7,512
Pairing: Tony Stark/Loki
Characters: Tony Stark, Loki, others
Summary: It started with a message, a late-night visit, and a God of Mischief in Tony’s bed. A story of trust, trickery, unwilling aid and inevitable attraction.
Notes: New to the story? Part 1 is back here. Horrendous delay is horrendous, guys; I am so sorry. I hope the update makes up for it a little!
Thursday, August 1949
When “Venus” #6 comes out Loki feels a rush of power the likes of which he hasn’t felt for ages. It fades soon but he is refreshed and sated for the first time in long centuries. He buys the issues and keeps them in little plastic bags, as a reminder of the other ways to be worshiped in this world that keeps getting stranger with every passing year.
He calls Odin, who calls himself Wedding these days, to let him know. He wishes he could call Thor.
“Track him down. Bring me his head.”
“Your Grace…”
“Bring me his head… or yours shall suffice.”
“… As you wish.”A preview of a fic I’m thinking about pursuing. A Thor/Loki Game of Thrones AU.
iii.
2 months along
In which Loki becomes pregnant with “twins” - Thor’s daughter and Balder’s son. I feel so special because Kae is writing this based on my obsession with the idea aaaahhh *-* This is part three, in which Thor grumps-a-lot.
AND OF COURSE - another drabble by Kim of the same theme - In which the children are already grown, and taking after their parents a little too much.
Based on this idea from a while agoAgent: STARK, Anthony E.
Code Name: Iron Man
Specialties: Cyber warfare. Explosives. High-level corporate infiltration. Weapons development.
Location: MIDGARD Headquarters
I WILL DRAW SO MUCH FANART FOR THIS IT WILL BECOME A THING.
I told you I was writing fic. I had to get my feelings out in a drabble before I could even think about doing any epic ficcage. le sigh.
warnings for dub-con and spoilers
A response to this piece of awesomeness by Westishere; (X)
The fic was a joint inspiration of the song and the image and was done in about 30-40 minutes (Most time spent just fiddling with it x3)I recommend listening along as you read :)
(I’ve added the video to this post as well for your convenience <3)
Jo and Gen read Suffer the Children
…Or any fic, really. We make dumb jokes about smoking whenever we encounter the word “jaunt” during read-aloud time. Are we fired from life yet?
ALSO THAT IS TOBACCO OKAY, GET YOUR MINDS OUT OF THE GUTTER.
JO I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE
THAT IS POT I KNOW IT WHEN I SEE IT I LIVE IN CALIFORNIA I CAN TELL THE DIFFERENCE.
catastrophe & the cure // chris hemsworth x tom hiddleston
for the lovely wantstobelieve
The game show was fun. Hell, it was hilarious and Tom loved just about every minute of it. Then Chris had to go plop his jacket against his chest like a goddamn coat-rack and Tom knew it was on.
reblogging + adding accompanying pic BECAUSE THIS FIC IS PERFECT OK
PERFECT
FULL NSFW PIC AFTER THE CUT GAIZ
“Alright, I should have known this time. It’s like everytime I want to go in a warm country you manage to get us in the opposite weather.”
Amy rested her naked back on the door, shivering in her bikini as Rory ran right back inside the TARDIS to get her a jumper. The doctor stepped outside and frowned, looking around into the horizon.
“Indeed, that is not Turkey. At least not Tahiti in the 30th century… Well I guess it’s still a good reason to keep the fez. Now. There’s a mountain over there that reminds me of something…”
“You always say that” Amy sighs, crossing her arms.
The doctor looks up at the cloudy sky and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue to taste the snowflakes. Amy imitates him, and Rory comes out with a wide red jumper in his arms and looking confused.
“Asgard, Evening Star of Frostfall.” He concludes, then grabs a handful of snow from the ground and smells it.
“Are you playing Aragorn now? Are we roleplaying?”
“Hmm. Or at least around Asgard…I’ve ony been here twice on Second Seed, lovely time of the year, perfect for a picn—”
They hear a strange cry and turn around to see a kid rolling down a snowy hill. When he hits the ground, the child looks up at the top at yells.
“I don’t need any of you bums! You are all undeserving of my delightful company!” He jumps up to his feet and shakes the snow off him. “I fell down on purpose!” He looks down and walks away “I mean, I didn’t fall down really, I kind of slid down with style…”
“Hey! Tiny…person over there?” The doctor calls out, waving his arms in the kid’s direction. He turns around and stares, as the doctor stares back, all round eyes and raised non-existant eyebrows.
“L-…LOKI?!”
“HEALER?!”“What’s with the silly hat?”
“What’s with being so tiny and adorable?!”
this is the best thing THE BEST THING.
desiderata (link goes to Ao3)
tony/loki
~30,000 (HOW EVEN)
NC-17
Tony doesn’t know anything about love. He’s convinced himself it’s for the best.right, well, there are a list of people I’d like to blame for this, namely Genue and Hella. and then I guess myself, because I have no self control. eheheh. anyway, this is a story about love spells. yes, I am serious. no, I am not sorry.
also let’s just go ahead and label this canon au. mhm.
oh, and the title is Latin for “desired things”.
AHHHHHHHHH
AHHHHHHHHH
IT’S HERE.
AHHHHHHHHH
*READS ALL NIGHT*
Part I of drabble here.
A charged swing from Mjölnir fries the room’s camera and automatic door system. The alerted Midgardians will soon come, but the holding chamber is heavily fortified and it would take some time before they get inside.
That would be enough.
Thor/Loki - arranged marriage + wedding night + weird jotun tradition (maybe tying up the ‘bride’?)i wanted to get kinky then whoops this turned into not kinky but more like fluff shit because my angst meter exploded and i have to get it fixed.
enjoy, regardless :3
so this is for roo aka the best thorki writer i know and if you haven’t read her hipster!thorki fic then you aren’t really a thorki shipper because lord have fucking mercy on my soul that is the best damn fic known 2 mankind ANYWAYS she wanted a continuum to this piece i did a while ago and i finally got my lazy ass around to finishing it. here you go darling, enjoy ♥
Precisely what the title implies. This will mainly act as my derp Personal blog, a place to dump my ideas at my discretion. Roam around a while if you desire, but be forewarned, insanity may be a direct symptom.
This has now become a personal blog... not sure how that happened but it did! Anyway, lots of reblogs, mostly of the artistic and musical nature, but lot's of fandom gag and other such silliness! :D But it seems I've left out some rather important (not really) tidbits about myself.
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