AVENGERS ASSEMBLE...AND MAKEOUT

[foxxcub]

Okay, so. With all the excitement that's been building over the last week or so, there seems to be an unreasonable amount of negativity coming along with it. And that just won't do! So here's what I propose:

♥an Avengers Kissing Meme♥

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[lyo]

(2/2)

He will not think of Alfheim, of the night by the fire when his own arm burned of poison, except that he can still feel Loki’s cold hand on the heat under his skin, harsh with callouses. There are moments when he still feels Loki’s magic in his blood, when he can still feel the tentative touch of Loki’s mouth against his. The others slept while they discovered each other.

He will not think of it. He cannot go back. Loki is not the same man now.

“You are foolish,” Loki says, and he stands. The magic in the room seems to gleam as he comes forward, close to Fandral.

In the magic of the room, some of the glamor Odin cast on Loki seems to fade. Fandral can feel the coldness coming from Loki’s skin, even if he still looks Æsir.

Fandral cannot disagree. Instead he reaches to touch Loki’s face, and Loki allows it. Nothing happens. His hand does not burn cold as Volstagg’s skin did. Loki is simply cool to the touch; nothing else has changed.

He is not expecting Loki to surge forward then, to claim his mouth. His hands ball into Fandral’s ruined shirt, and Fandral cannot stop himself. His hands slide onto Loki’s shoulder, into his hair, and this is familiar. This feels right, of all things. Of all places.

Loki’s tongue presses into Fandral’s mouth, and he allows it. He feels like that child in Alfheim again, when this was something truly marvelous. He had taken no lover since Loki fell, and his skin aches for more than just this violent kiss.

His eyes burn, and he is not such a child now. He will not mourn what is lost any longer.

Fandral is still surprised by the feel of Loki pressing his hand to the wound, gathering the blood that has mostly stopped flowing on his fingers.

“You are such a fool, love,” Loki says then, and he steps back. There is something malicious in his eyes, something cold, that makes Fandral look away.

“I wanted--” He stops, and he does not know what he wanted. He hasn’t words for what he wanted, knowing full well that it would never happen. Warriors may find pleasure together after a war, but it is just pleasure. He should be shamed by the pull he feels to Loki, the screaming under his skin to touch the man one more time.

“You cannot have it today.” Loki smiles then, and it’s almost his old smile. Fandral looks away again. “Come back tomorrow, and see what you have wrought here.”

Fandral does not flee, but it is close. He walks from Loki’s cell to the Healing chambers, willing the feeling of Loki’s skin away. But it won’t fade. The memories are bright, and perhaps he will allow his eyes to burn with tears later.

He is not surprised to find Thor outside the Healing chamber when he is done there, unscarred once more. He is not surprised to learn that Loki used blood magic to escape his binding and the cell, even if the magic was made to keep Loki from accessing magic through his own blood.

“We will find him again,” he says, and he does not meet Thor’s eyes. He does not lie, though; Fandral will see Loki again, if only for one more moment.

[lanyon]

It's not a pairing that ever occurred to me but this is so beautifully written and heartbreaking and fantastic.

[foxxcub]

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