Fic Rec: sleep with fists closed, and shoot straight by whatimages
While looking for new Barton/Loki fics I came across a Clint/Loki/Natasha fic: sleep with fists closed, and shoot straight by whatimages, which is as far as I can see her first Avengers-story.
And it's absolutely beautiful. It's like a Scandinavian designer piece, cool, distanced, perfectly worded, sparse and still with a hint of warmth, and a compelling tale.
Loki is otherworldly and yet vulnerable-a god, but human enough to feel longing or maybe even remorse. We cannot know here, because this story isn't about that-another thing about it I love. "Redemption narratives are so tedious, don’t you think?" she lets her Loki say, a mischievous hint at what usually drives fics that focus on the relationship between Loki and Barton.
I think this one is even safe to recommend to readers who aren't fond of Barton/Loki or Natasha/Loki. Try this excerpt first if you are not sure :)
The tree held them in its tense silence; the wind sighed through the windows like a dying breath. Loki held himself sacrificially still. The manic, mischievous cleverness with which he had led her here had burned off; having brought them here he surrendered himself, artless and silent.
With the sharpness of an inhale Clint lunged, steel flashing down and in with a graceless grunt.
And it's absolutely beautiful. It's like a Scandinavian designer piece, cool, distanced, perfectly worded, sparse and still with a hint of warmth, and a compelling tale.
Loki is otherworldly and yet vulnerable-a god, but human enough to feel longing or maybe even remorse. We cannot know here, because this story isn't about that-another thing about it I love. "Redemption narratives are so tedious, don’t you think?" she lets her Loki say, a mischievous hint at what usually drives fics that focus on the relationship between Loki and Barton.
I think this one is even safe to recommend to readers who aren't fond of Barton/Loki or Natasha/Loki. Try this excerpt first if you are not sure :)
The tree held them in its tense silence; the wind sighed through the windows like a dying breath. Loki held himself sacrificially still. The manic, mischievous cleverness with which he had led her here had burned off; having brought them here he surrendered himself, artless and silent.
With the sharpness of an inhale Clint lunged, steel flashing down and in with a graceless grunt.