Fic Rec: Red Ruin, and the Breaking Up of Laws (Thor/Loki)
A quick rec before I shall retreat into my boudoir! (I should celebrate this actually because it's my first NON-HP rec!)
Red Ruin, and the Breaking Up of Laws by TheHummingbirdMoth is also a Mpregfic, so beware!
Having said that, it's fun! It's witty, surreal and playful. I am too tired to go into details and I also feel a little inferior to be honest so I just give you an excerpt here, yes?
Thor's dream were uncommon violent, orbiting bleak and frightening themes.
He dreamed he walked through Hel, carrying a bucket of milk.
He dreamed he came upon his brother seated on a throne of dead men's toenails, wearing a crown of mistletoe and clasping a something wrapped in a blanket of spiderwebs to his chest.
He dreamed he stood upon the palace balcony, the whole of Asgard assembled beneath him. He held his child aloft before them, but when he brought the babe back down it dissolved into a dozen green serpents.
Shortly after midnight he stormed out of bed, stormed down Bifrost, glared at a bemused Heimdal until he stood aside and then stormed down to Earth, where he spent many hours drinking Jane's coffee, eating everything in Jane's fridge and expounding at length upon his brother's many, many character flaws.
Jane, who had elected the moment she had opened the door not to tell Thor that he had, yet again, forgotten to put pants on before visiting her house, nodded in sympathy, and took discrete photographs with her cellphone.
Despite the confusing header, the fic is finished, so it's not a WIP.
Go forth and readeth!
Red Ruin, and the Breaking Up of Laws by TheHummingbirdMoth is also a Mpregfic, so beware!
Having said that, it's fun! It's witty, surreal and playful. I am too tired to go into details and I also feel a little inferior to be honest so I just give you an excerpt here, yes?
Thor's dream were uncommon violent, orbiting bleak and frightening themes.
He dreamed he walked through Hel, carrying a bucket of milk.
He dreamed he came upon his brother seated on a throne of dead men's toenails, wearing a crown of mistletoe and clasping a something wrapped in a blanket of spiderwebs to his chest.
He dreamed he stood upon the palace balcony, the whole of Asgard assembled beneath him. He held his child aloft before them, but when he brought the babe back down it dissolved into a dozen green serpents.
Shortly after midnight he stormed out of bed, stormed down Bifrost, glared at a bemused Heimdal until he stood aside and then stormed down to Earth, where he spent many hours drinking Jane's coffee, eating everything in Jane's fridge and expounding at length upon his brother's many, many character flaws.
Jane, who had elected the moment she had opened the door not to tell Thor that he had, yet again, forgotten to put pants on before visiting her house, nodded in sympathy, and took discrete photographs with her cellphone.
Despite the confusing header, the fic is finished, so it's not a WIP.
Go forth and readeth!