Round 4
Round 4 is now closed.
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Welcome to norsekink .
Keep up the awesome, folks.
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NOTE: We've noticed that some of the prompts being posted have Thor characters only making cameos or not featured at all. We realize that Thor is closely involved in the Avengers, but we're requesting that any ( Read more... )
Blue boots crunched the dirt and rock, while gloved hands pushed broken bits of wall away.
Color drained from each other's faces, for different reasons.
Loki's throat was cut wide open. In his hand was the knife. Behind them, out from beyond this small smashed-in corner of the battlefield, Thor waged war with a horde of demon-like half-hounds. Above them the pneumatic bass of Tony's repulsor blasts echoed in the air.
Loki coughed wetly. Bright red air bubbles come up from the cut.
Steve took the knife. He didn't ask, won't ask any more.
"I'm sure he didn't mean it," Steve assured him, as Thor's hollers thundered through the air; the fight went on without them. "But if he did, I'm sorry."
Steve took the knife.
He finished what the other started.
*
Steve traces a scar on Loki's shoulder, visible even beneath the fur. "Where did you get this?"
Loki jumps off the bed and out the window instead of answering, and doesn't return for a couple days.
*
"Where'd you find your cat?" Clint asks, just the once.
Steve stares deep into his coffee mug. "He followed me home."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Loki pops his head out from under the couch, when the television noises change from car-crash effects to a song-and-dance number, then darts across the room and around the chairs to curl himself around Steve's ankle. "I guess he likes it here."
"Maybe he wasn't doing so good where he was before," Clint offers with a shrug, as he drains his beer can empty.
"Yeah, maybe," Steve echoes, and bends down to run a hand through Loki's fur.
*
"Even dead gods can dream, you know," Loki murmured into his ear, as they lay against Steve's sheets. They're in that place between waking and sleeping, when the world is dark-blue and grey, but still beautiful. "And I'm not really dead, not yet. I can't die."
Loki's head is pillowed against Steve's shoulder; every now and then he'd sigh so deeply Steve wondered just how much air his lungs could hold. "It's not right," Steve answered, feeling himself slip closer to consciousness; Loki's human face flickers out of view, the lines around him growing fainter and fainter. "It's not fair that... It's not..."
"Just wake up, son of Rogers," Loki chuckles quietly. "We can talk again tonight."
Steve wakes up to a cat tail brushing his nostrils over and over again, and sneezes.
He spends most of the morning playing with the cat, until Fury calls the Avengers away for a briefing, and gets back to find Tony's mask on the floor looking like it's been p-
*
"He didn't mean it," Steve says earnestly, as a black kitty paw presses harder against his chin.
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[idk where this came from but while taking a break from typing more stuff for my other fills I saw this prompt and this happened. I hope this is okay, OP. ;;]
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This pleases me.
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I'm now seeing Loki as a Nyarlathotep figure, thanks to your dead-but-dreaming comparison, and the whole fact that he's a shapeshifter.
Nyarlathotep!Loki has my inner (and, who are we kidding, outer) Lovecraft geek squeeing, and the saner bits of me terrified out of my fucking mind. And I think it's this contrasting emotional bits which make me love this so much. The idea of it only being during the night puts one in the mind of the cait sídhe, and if that was intentional, I love you and gift you my firstborn. Because I have never seen anyone write a good cait sídhe esque fic, and this, my dear, is fantastic. SPAWN OF SATAN, XD
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