...and got an account. Just incase something happens that requires me to leave LJ and all the lovely kinkmemes I will still be able to update/access my fics.
I need pick me up, so I keyflail out some comicbook heroes, and I'm too lazy to get on the journalext_2184826October 14 2013, 14:35:46 UTC
No one really liked the other Loki, the new Lokis. One for what he had been (but would not be again), and the other for...
They were gods. They did not wither like that. They became more themselves. They would be strong, they were eternal. This Loki was sunken and shrivled as the oldest, sickest, mortals Thor had ever seen.
He couldn't even eat--the thinest broths sometimes caused his stomach to rebel.
And Thor remembered. Most mortal means were useless when standing besides magic, and Mjolnir. But nothing they had could fix what was broken from the inside. But Thor...Thor had been a doctor, once.
His hopes were high and his heart was in his throat as he ran away, flew to a place where his mortal self would have almost been at home, and returned, his arms filled with plastics and a metal stand across his back.
"I am sorry, Loki," he said as he made the smallest cut to the weak man's arm, for the needles would not peirce his flesh, even as weak as he was. "So sorry," it was like surgery, slicing open the back of that long fingered hand and inserting the needle into the large veins that stood out there. He bled, but Thor bandaged him quickly while the healers looked on.
"what?"
"You cannot eat, Loki, but this will give you nutrition directly into your blood," he tapped the vitamin drip where it hung by his bedside, as he opened the valve. "You must not take it out."
"mortal," Loki identified it after a slow second, and closed his eyes, "Must be gone by now. I am sorry, brother." He blinked slowly. "story?"
"A story? YOu wish me to tell you a tale?" Thor was careful petting his head, his hair. He was cool. Not Jotun cold, but the feel of a body approching room tempature. Corpse like.
"yes. right wrong, stories tell, teach." Tears slipped from his eyes. "I don't know not unders...tell story?"
Re: I need pick me up, so I keyflail out some comicbook heroes, and I'm too lazy to get on the journext_2184826October 15 2013, 01:22:03 UTC
I can see kidki handing the book to Thor, and Odin's like, don't you even dare you little shit with just his expression.
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"What would you like to hear?" Thor pitched his voice looow to not disturb him, distant tunder, low with the promise of summer rain. His mind flitted from war, to battle, to Doctor Seuss.
"Monsters," whispered Loki, his eyes wetting. He glanced at Thor, hopeful...fearful? Other expressions painted broadly, without the energy to hide them. A blatent desire to flatter.
Thor sighed, manipulating already? "Monsters?" What tact would he take?
"Kill monsters with br--" he cringed deep into the covers and soft pillows, into the clothing that was six times too large. "On bridges, kill monsters, slay all the monsters." He lifted his chin, his voice hopeful, mocking, and grim, "Please?"
"Well, maybe one monster, a troll." For the life of him he could not understand his brother, so he just laughed and indulged him because this was harmless. "And a bridge, and three goats of gruff."
They were gods. They did not wither like that. They became more themselves. They would be strong, they were eternal. This Loki was sunken and shrivled as the oldest, sickest, mortals Thor had ever seen.
He couldn't even eat--the thinest broths sometimes caused his stomach to rebel.
And Thor remembered. Most mortal means were useless when standing besides magic, and Mjolnir. But nothing they had could fix what was broken from the inside. But Thor...Thor had been a doctor, once.
His hopes were high and his heart was in his throat as he ran away, flew to a place where his mortal self would have almost been at home, and returned, his arms filled with plastics and a metal stand across his back.
"I am sorry, Loki," he said as he made the smallest cut to the weak man's arm, for the needles would not peirce his flesh, even as weak as he was. "So sorry," it was like surgery, slicing open the back of that long fingered hand and inserting the needle into the large veins that stood out there. He bled, but Thor bandaged him quickly while the healers looked on.
"what?"
"You cannot eat, Loki, but this will give you nutrition directly into your blood," he tapped the vitamin drip where it hung by his bedside, as he opened the valve. "You must not take it out."
"mortal," Loki identified it after a slow second, and closed his eyes, "Must be gone by now. I am sorry, brother." He blinked slowly. "story?"
"A story? YOu wish me to tell you a tale?" Thor was careful petting his head, his hair. He was cool. Not Jotun cold, but the feel of a body approching room tempature. Corpse like.
"yes. right wrong, stories tell, teach." Tears slipped from his eyes. "I don't know not unders...tell story?"
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And now I'm seeing Thor awkwardly holding 'Hop on Pop' in one hand and cradling sleepy!Loki in his other muscly arm.
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PM me you gmail name and I'll start sharing the files with you.
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"What would you like to hear?" Thor pitched his voice looow to not disturb him, distant tunder, low with the promise of summer rain. His mind flitted from war, to battle, to Doctor Seuss.
"Monsters," whispered Loki, his eyes wetting. He glanced at Thor, hopeful...fearful? Other expressions painted broadly, without the energy to hide them. A blatent desire to flatter.
Thor sighed, manipulating already? "Monsters?" What tact would he take?
"Kill monsters with br--" he cringed deep into the covers and soft pillows, into the clothing that was six times too large. "On bridges, kill monsters, slay all the monsters." He lifted his chin, his voice hopeful, mocking, and grim, "Please?"
"Well, maybe one monster, a troll." For the life of him he could not understand his brother, so he just laughed and indulged him because this was harmless. "And a bridge, and three goats of gruff."
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