Snippet Post #2
It's the fifteenth eighteenth of the month -- that means it's time for a snippet post! Just leave a comment below with a part of your fic (no more than 200-300 words, thanks!)
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Any other info: This is part of a series, so I feel like I should link to the beginning here.
Father had stayed through the evening, speaking in quiet tones about things that didn’t matter because all Loki cared about then was the sound of his voice.
Memories overlapped and shrugged out of his reach as he tried to make sense of them, everything before It felt like a different world compared to the quieter thoughts of the Safe Place that were his and not his all at once. They would not stay where he set them, and so he was forced to wade against their tide. The space behind his eyes aches.
“It will pass,” Father tells him.
Loki rubs at his temples.
It is a relief when Stark stays out of the workshop for the duration of the visit, if he had come down Loki thinks he might have fled. Father would have stopped him from reacting too poorly, but when he sees the Man of Iron Loki sees fire and blows, shattered glass, and a gentle hand running through his hair while holding him close. The conflicting instincts to both huddle closer and to attack leave him shaken; it is all he can do to focus on the one thing that is the same in all his memories.
The archer.
Who hates him with a consistency that is reassuring.
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