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Do you do angsty, major character death prompts? I've had this stuck in my head. Basically after the first avengers loki was sentenced to death by Odin. And Thor goes back to earth bc he knew Tony and loki had a thing before and tells him about what's happening. And takes him to asgard so he can say his goodbyes. He and loki have a tearful conversation in his cell. Tony wants to break him out but loki says no but Tony wants to stay with him through the whole thing and watched him be executed.
Yep!
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Ship List
I thought it would be fun to do a list of my ships, and things I don't ship. Start a discussion or just fansqueels at each other over mutual love/meh.
Frostiron
My OTP, obviously. Though I started shipping them because my husband pointed out that their relationship would be all kinds of wtf. I found the fanfiction, and here we are.
Stucky
Very obvious. They just go together. I think most agree on this ship, if nothing else.
Thorbruce
It's cute, this is my only real excuse. I think the idea of Bruce just giving Thor exasperated loving looks is the best.
ClintNat
Again it just works and is pretty much an agreed upon chemistry. (I also support Clints cannon family though)
Spiderypool (not with MCU Peter)
My second OTP. But only if Peter is old enough to consent. I shipped them well before Spiderman joined the MCU and will just continue on as before.
Other minor ships
ThorSif
ThorJane
NatBruce
Pepperony
LokiSigyn
ThunderIron
PepperTonyLoki
Ships I don't Ship
Stony
I get the appeal, I do! It's just very meh for me. So while I will read if it's a minor ship I don't read fanfic that centers on it.
Other Tony Ships
Just in general I only ship Tony with a few. Though he deserves all of the love he needs friends too.
Thorki
They're brothers and I just can't.
Starker
Tony is basically Peter's dad, and also pedophilia so no thank you.
Anything Else I didn't mention
I probably don't ship it but I'm always open to good writing!
#ship list#mcu#avengers#frostiron#stucky#spideypool#thorbruce#thunderiron#clintnat#pepperony#thorsif#ThorJane#natbruce#peppertonyloki
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Quick question
Why is all of the Jotun Loki art also tagged with/is totally Thorki? Like if that's your ship, cool but still, why? I just don't get it.
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Is it just me
or does there need to be more zombie apocalypse frostiron AUs? Because I think so, I may just try my hand at writing one
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In Royal Blue Ch4 pt2
He sits on the couch, watching intently, his focus on the red and gold blur of Iron Man. Swooping in and out of the camera in an obvious attempt to draw the bots into Hawkeye’s line of fire. The arrows shutting them down with a shot to the head. Luca almost relaxes, and then a bot slams into the back of Iron Man, dragging him out of the sky. “Anthony!” He stands, frantically searching for the suit on the ground. The other Avengers are clearly trying to assist but are being overwhelmed by the sheer number of bots.
Luca comes to a quick decision, these people have taken him in, treated him as an equal, as a friend.
“Jarvis! Is there a way to the battle site?”
“A car is waiting down stairs, Sir.”
Bless Jarvis, and Mr. Hogan, who must be breaking several laws with the way he's driving. They fly through lights, around other cars, and skid to a stop just outside of the battle field.
Luca rushes out calling a “Thank you!” over his shoulder.
He reaches for his magic by instinct, it does not come, but his inborn Jotunn gift of ice answers in its place. He flings it at the nearest bot, which ices over and shatters when an arrow flies through it.
“Luca!” Captain America rushes to his side and takes up a guarding position. “What are you doing out here?!”
He flinches slightly, “Captain, I can help! Where is Iron Man? I saw him go down?”
Steve nods, and motions to the east, “Over there, he's still conscious but can't fly and we can't get through this hoard.”
Determined Luca takes his own stance, “Leave that to me Captain, tell the Hawk to be ready.” At Steve's nod he closes his eyes and focuses, reaching deep within he finds cold, ice, and furious winter swirling in the place once taken by his magic. When he opens his eyes he rushes forward graceful and fluid, fingers twisting in new instinctual patterns. Enemies freeze and shatter from Hawkeye’s arrows and the Captain's shield in his wake.
He doesn't stop, not until he finally catches sight of red and gold amongst the twisted black of the Doombots. He slides into a stop, and with a final flourish freezes the enemies surrounding Iron Man, leaving them to be taken out by repulser blasts.
Anthony spins around and stops, before bursting into laughter. “Damn Lulu! Trying to make Christmas come early?”
Finally looking behind him he sees pieces of Doombots and a line of solid ice marking his path. He cocks his head to the side and looks at his hands, then at Iron Man. Confusion written on his face, “I didn't know I could do that..”
This just makes Anthony laugh harder. “Guess Doom never solved the icing problem. Good job, Lulu!”
The sentiment is repeated by the Captain as he reaches them, “He's right, you did good. Thank you for helping us. But next time maybe don't rush out in sweatpants.”
Luca’s face turns deep blue, a blush. He hadn't even realized. “Um..of course Captain.”
Captain America calls for them to all head home, leaving clean up to shield.
They arrive home to pizza, “Thanks Jarvis!”, and one Nick Fury.
“Oh c'mon Nicki, can't debrief wait, we're beat!” Anthony whines.
“As much as I love ruining your day Stark I'm not here for you. Mr. McCoy, will you take a seat?” He gestures to the empty chair across from him.
Luca sits slowly, anxiety clawing at his chest and throat.
Fury clears his throat, “Mr. McCoy, I would like to talk to you about the Avengers Initiative.”
Behind him, Anthony laughs himself nearly sick.
Notes:
I admit I'm not the best at battle scenes. And that the end of the chapter makes me cackle.
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In Royal Blue Ch4 Pt1
Chapter 4: Belong
Summary:
Breakfast, Doombots, Ice, and Fury oh my.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Despite falling asleep in good spirits the nightmares have returned to plague him. Luca sits up with a jolt, sweat on his brow, heart beating like a drum in his chest. He knows he won't get any further rest so he throws on the soft pants Stark got him and wonders out into the living room. Stark is sitting on the couch with a glass in hand.
“Hey Blueberry, what are you doin up?” His words are clear, if tired, so luckily not drunk.
“Nightmares. I can never get back to sleep after…”
“Hm”, it's non-commental but also not judging, “Want a drink?” He holds up his glass.
“Please.” Luca all but flops on to the couch beside Stark. Who pours another glass and hands it to him without a word. “You're unusually quiet, Stark.”
He grins at Luca without humor, “You aren't the only one with nightmares, Muffin.”
Luca scowls, “Must you use such names, Stark!? I do have a proper one.”
This time there is true amusement in his tone, “How about a deal? You stop calling me Stark and I'll call you Luca?”
“I'm not calling you “Tony”, it's dreadful, Anthony.”
“Ugh fine, Luca.”, he raises his glass, “Drink on it?”
Luca taps their glasses together and downs the burning liquid in one shot.
The mood is considerably lighter and Anthony calls out to Jarvis for a movie.Lord of the Rings. And Luca must admit it's entertaining. As he falls asleep halfway through the second film he doesn't even notice his head on Anthony's shoulder.
The next morning Luca awakens on Anthony's couch, a blanket thrown over him and pillow marks on his face. “Mrgh, my mouth tastes like death.”
He jumps when there is laughter behind the couch.
“Oh shut up Clint! My head feels like Anthony sat on my skull in his suit.”
“Nah man, you're the one who drank with Tony. This is standard day after. Think of it as initiation!” Still giggling Clint leans over the couch to give Luca a massive shit eating grin.
Luca smacks him with a pillow and demands coffee.
It's Captain America that comes to his rescue with a huge steaming mug of the Nectar of Life. “Thank you, Steve.”
Steve just shakes his head and leaves Luca to his mug.
“So why are you both here on Anthony's floor?”
“Raiding his coffee! And you call him Anthony?” Clint starts to giggle again.
“That is his name, Clint.” Luca doesn't understand what's so amusing. Anthony has a fine name.
Steve interrupts by sitting on the other side of the couch with his own cup, “Luca? I don't mean to sound…insensitive but, how did you end up on the streets?”
He thoughtfully sips his drink, “My mutation was a shock to me, it hasn't been this way for very long. I was woefully unprepared for what it truly meant. I lost everything rather quickly. I'm very grateful to Anthony and Bruce, without them I would have nowhere to go and nothing to my name.”
Steve just nods and lets it drop.
They finish their coffee in companionable silence, the news playing softly in the background.
Breakfast is a calm, quiet affair. Each Avenger talking about much of nothing. Luca lets it wash over him, it's soothing, like the sound of a stream. Nothing like the loud boisterous mornings in Asguard. No Thor, Sif, or Warriors Three to break what little peace there is with their obnoxious selves. Asguard loves to act itself above other Realms, especially this one. And yet in a very short time Luca feels..at home here, amongst the mortals. There is no terror at his red eyes or blue skin, no taunts or jeers at not being built or acting like Thor. Here he is just Luca, a single oddity among a collection of them.
In this moment Loki no longer exists, there is only Luca. He is new, and whole. He is welcomed. He is home.
It's around midday when Anthony all but drags him down to the Workshop. “I need to run some scans on you when you aren't sick and injured. We need a scientific baseline for Bruce in case you need more medical help.”
Luca snorts, “And this has nothing to do with your own curiosity, Anthony dear?”
He grumbles, “Well yeah, but only a little. C'mon Lulu, it's for science!”
Laughing quietly Luca agrees, “Oh very well, you can stop pouting now.”
With a triumphant grin Anthony moves him into a small disc on the floor calling out “Jarvis, scans! Full work up!”
Light passes over him in different colors. “What are you looking at anyway?”
“Basic stuff, height, weight, body temp. But it'll also check out your nerves, muscles, and organs. So we know if there's ever any damage.”
Luca merely nods and looks around the Workshop.
“Your work is very interesting, Anthony. Asguard is still more advanced in some ways but it seems you are quickly catching up.”
He preens under the praise, clearly pleased with the compliment.
Suddenly there is a loud sharp alarm and Steve's voice calling “Avengers Assemble!”
Huffing Anthony shuts off the scan, “Well duty calls Lulu, we'll pick this up after I deal with whatever asshat came out to play.” He's walking into his assembling suit as he talks, and blasts off when it finishes.
Luca returns to Anthony's floor. “Jarvis? Is there a way for me to see the battle?”
“Certainly Mr. McCoy.”
The large TV turns to news footage, the streets are crawling with hideous automatons, they look like twisted bastardised versions of the Iron Man suits. “Who would dare?”
“Dr. Victor Von Doom, sir. Those are Doombots.”
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In Royal Blue Ch3
Chapter 3: Welcome Home
Summary:
Loki joins the gang.
Also I apologise for the slow updates.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
When Stark returned the next morning he looked haggard, like he hadn't slept. “Ok so, against better judgement I believe you. So here's what's gonna happen: I'm going to use my connections to get you a fake ID. And to everyone else you'll be a mutant I'm helping for my good friend Professor Xavier. Got it?”
Loki was greatly confused. “Why Stark? Why help me at all? I'm your enemy.”
“Not right now, are you?”
Well no he wasn't but Stark didn't know that, not for certain.
Stark sighs again and puts a hand over the light in his chest, “Do you know what this is?”
Loki shakes his head, “No.”
Stark takes a deep shuddering breath, “There was a man who was like my father….” He begins and does not stop until the tale is finished, his voice hoarse, his hands shaking slightly. “So..” he croaks, “I know a lot about torture and betrayal, right now no one is on your side and you're powerless. You just happened to land with the one asshole who believes in second chances. Don't waste it.” And then Stark is gone again.
Second chances? Perhaps…perhaps he could, if only for a little while, pretend at something else, something new. It's not like it could make things worse. Stark is a damned fool, but one that might actually understand. And as it stands Loki has no home, no allies, no friends. If he ever did is doubtful. But no one here, save for Stark and the Be- Dr. Banner know that Loki is himself. A fresh start, a place with a new name… Loki drifts back into sleep with fantasies of a new life running wild in his head.
When Loki awakens it's to the sound of clicking. Click, clack, click. Dr. Banner is sitting at a desk, clicking away on a computer. “Hello, Dr. Banner.” He tries to sound sincere and unafraid.
“Dr now? Not Beast?” He looks at Loki over his glasses with one eyebrow raised.
Loki has the grace to look mildly shamed, “Yes, I would like to..apologize to you for that, it has occurred to me that you understand what it means to be treated as a monster.”
Dr. Banner simply nods, stands up and hands Loki a small piece of plastic. On it is a picture of himself and the words: Luca McCoy. His age is 33, his height 6’4. Along with other information he doesn't understand.
“Your new ID, if anyone asks this is who you are, a nephew of a friend of mine, Dr. Hank McCoy. Hank thinks you're a mutant on the run and agreed to this, we won't tell him the truth unless we have to.”
“I understand but why? Why attach me to your friend?” Lo-Luca asks, confused.
“Because his mutation also makes him blue. It's an easy connection to forge. And I want you to know I'm doing this for Tony, not you so if you turn on him I will let Hulk do more than just smash you, understand?”
Luca nods frantically.
“And call me Bruce, no one here uses my title.” He says it with a genuinely kind smile, it seems he really is willing to give Luca a second chance.
“Very well D-Bruce.” He tries to smile back but the motion feels foreign on his face. How long has it been since he gave genuine emotion to others? He can't remember.
“Good start, now you need to be here in the med bay for at least two more days. After Tony has a room for you on his floor. So get some rest and try to eat all of the food you're given.”
“Thank you..Bruce, truly.”
The two days in the med bay are hel. Bored does not begin to describe the feeling really. But finally, finally! He is free and headed up the Tower with Bruce to Stark’s floor.
When they arrive Stark is waiting for them and wastes no time dragging Luca to a door, throwing it open with a “ta-da” and an expectant expression.
And much as he might wish that smug expression off Starks face, the room is beautiful. Forest greens and dark wood dominate the decor, with a full wall bookshelf that is near bursting with books already. He steps into the room and marvels at the books, every kind of book Midguard has on offer must be there.
Stark practically struts into the room and throws open the wardrobe, it's full of greens, blues, greys, and blacks of Luca sized clothing. He grins, “So what do y think,Lulu?”
“Really Stark, “Lulu”?” He sighs in exasperation. “But..thank you Stark, it is a beautiful room.”
Stark beams a smile so obnoxiously pleased it could rival Thor’s disgustingly good cheer. “Great! So you're free to go pretty much anywhere up here except my room, of course. And tonight we’ll introduce you to the team. Until then, do what you want, kay Blueberry?”
“Stark I am not a fruit ! But yes I understand.”
“Well I’ll be down in my lab, ifyou have any questions just ask Jarvis. Later, Blueberry!”
He's gone before Luca can yell at him again.
It's almost dinner time and Luca is pacing. What if their lie doesn't stick? What if Stark’s team just hates him? What if…just what if damnit! He isn't used to this, isn't used to caring what anyone thinks of him, not anymore. He once only thought of approval, but that ended with-it ended. He will not go down that road of thought tonight.
A knock on his door actually startles him. It's Stark.
“Ready Muffin? Time to meet the team!”
No, no he isn't but he nods anyway. Following behind Stark, body as stiff as ice. Ready to run,to escape.
The Avengers are all gathered in the common living room. They stare at him when he enters behind Stark.
“So guys this is Luca. Luca, team. Team, Luca!” Stark has that Thor-level grin again.
“Pleased to meet you all. Thank you for allowing my stay.”
The Captain approaches first, holding out a hand, “You're welcome Luca, we don't mind you staying as long as you need. I'm sorry you've had such a hard time with anti-mutant racists.”
Luca cautiously shakes the offered hand, “Thank you Captain.”
The Captain blushes, “Please, just Steve. I'm not the Captain out of uniform.”
Luca grins, “Very well, Steve.”
Clint and Natasha introduce themselves in much the same way, with the same insistence on first names.
Dinner goes well, with warmth and conversation, teasing banter and laughter. And Luca wonders if this is what it is truly like to have real friendship.
Notes:
So Loki will be Luca from now on, let's see how it goes.
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In Royal Blue Ch2
Chapter 2: Did Anyone Get the Number of that Bilgesnipe?
Summary:
Loki wakes in Stark Tower and almost sets off the man with breath taking anger issues.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Loki awakens to a very white room, with the unmistakable smell of infirmary.
And his head feels like an overripe melon.
“What in the Nine?” he asks himself, or tries to. The words come out slurry and muffled to his ears.
“Good evening Mr. Loki, I shall inform Mr. Stark you are awake.”
He flinches, he doesn't jump Princes do not startle like maidens, and looks around but sees no one.
“Who are you?”
“That's Jarvis, he runs the Tower and everything in it.” Stark sits in a small chair next to the bed. “Now Lolo, mind telling me why you're here and look like a smurf?”
Loki grits his teeth, “I do not answer to you Stark!”
Stark frowns, “Hey! Is that any way to talk to the guy who saved your ass!? You owe me so start talking!”
Loki takes a deep breath and sighs. “This is my punishment Stark. I am to be left here in your miserable Realm for the rest of my life.”
Stark runs a hand down his face and groans. “What if we don't want you here, huh Reindeer Games? What if we don't need another psychotic criminal running around!?”
“The Allfather does not care for mortal concerns, Stark. Odin’s word is Law.”
Stark leans back in the chair, hitting his head against it repeatedly.
He supposes he cannot blame the man, who would want a monster like Loki running around.
“I suppose…you will be handing me over to your SHIELD now Stark. For the best of course.”
“No.” Stark sets a paper sack on the bed tray. “Food, eat up Rock of Ages, I'll be back with more questions later. Don't try to leave, Jarvis is watching and he can use the suits.”
And with that Stark leaves him, utterly confused. It must be a trick, a trap or ploy.
He examines the bag, it smells like food, and his stomach is so very empty. Still he did not stay alive all this time on trust. It could very well send him back into sleep to awaken inside of SHIELD. If he had his magic he could search out such deceit.
“The food has not been tampered with Mr. Loki. You are very malnourished and need to eat.”
Loki does jump this time, how in Odin’s beard does Stark deal with a watcher with no physical form!?
But it also has no reason to lie…can it lie at all?
The hunger wins out and soon Loki has eaten through five large burgers.
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Full, not too hot, and laying on a bed that is at least more comfortable than concrete. It's a vast improvement, but what will Stark want in return? And why offer such comforts? Loki himself surely wouldn't to his own enemies.
At least his fingers are healed. It's not as quickly as before, no. Before would take minutes, not hours. But perhaps his natural Jotunn abilities cannot be suppressed, even by Odin.
For the first time since being banished Loki feels something other than helpless and weak.
He decides he might as well sleep, it might be his last chance to.
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“Tony, this is such a bad idea! Why? And how did you know it was him!?”
“Don't get your purple panties in a wad, Brucie! I told you why, and well….look at him. You can see his ribs and a bunch of normal drunks beat him up!”
Voices, one is Stark but the other…Bruce?...Banner!? The Beast!
Loki sits up with a shock, eyes flying open. The two standing by the bed jump.
“Hey sleeping beauty, nice of you to join us!” Stark smiles at him, smiles like the Beast isn't right there! Stupid mortal!
“Stark! Why is the Beast here!? Come to break me again for your own amusement!?”
A look of pain flashes on the face of the small man with anger issues.
“Tony, look I'll keep quiet and I will…do your favor but I have to go.” The Beast all but flees the room.
Stark sits in the chair again, leaning forward and glaring at him. “Bruce is a good man, not a beast. Besides you should know all about hidden monsters, right Frost Giant?”
Loki curls in on himself. “Shut up Stark! What do you want!? Why am I here!?”
Stark takes a deep breath and then; “I have questions , and I want answers. Before you even think about being difficult remember I can still hand you over to SHIELD, understand?”
He swallows, so information, there is always a price to pay after all. “Fine, ask.”
"Why did you throw the invasion?”
What? Loki looks up and meets Starks eyes, they're hard, determined, sure. “I…how do you know I did? I killed people Stark. I killed your Agent!”
“Phil? Nah, you tried but he is very much alive. Your eyes aren't blue, I asked Thor. You also aren't that stupid, reckless if the stories are true but not stupid. So spill.”
Dread fills Loki’s stomach like a broken damn. But perhaps…perhaps he can use this, stay away from SHIELD, use Stark. Keep himself safe. “Very well….His name is Thanos..”
Loki tells of falling from the Bifrost, the Void, and with shaking hands and breath the torture of the Other. The rape of his mind. Of Thanos, the Mad Titan. His worship of death, his need to destroy.
When it is done Stark merely sets a drink of water on the table and leaves. What will be will be, Loki is so very tired of it all. If he should die now…well it's only the death of a monster.
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In Royal Blue Ch1
Chapter 1: Lost and Found
Summary:
Loki is having a bad day
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Loki formerly of Asguard was having a rather terrible day. He had been banished to Midguard for less than a week but he already despised the Realm deeply.
He had been dumped in the lowest parts of the city he tried to destroy with nothing. No magic, no currency, and worst of all, no glamour to hide his Jotunn skin.
He has been spat at, chased, nearly beaten. His stomach is empty and twisted in on itself, hunger pain being foreign to him until this week.
Currently he sits curled against a foul dumpster, it's safe but pathetic. The mortals think him a “mutant”. He supposes it is only fitting he be looked upon as the monster he truly is.
If only he had his magic, if only the Norns be damned weather wasn't so awful. Cold is what this form is made for but just like Odin to dump him here in the middle of summer.
Seething just drains his limited energy so he cannot even stew in his hatred properly.
“Look what we found, a freak!”
Well…damn! The group is obviously drunk, wreaking of liquor. Stupid mortals. “Leave me!” he hisses, “Lest I freeze you to the ground humans!”
It's a lie, he cannot do anything in the heat. But lying is his specialty. He tries to hoist himself up, to glower at them. But he just can't, he has no energy.
They laugh and Loki’s side explodes in pain, a well placed kick with a steel toed boot. Then more after, he curls in on himself in a vain attempt at protection. Biting his lip bloody to stifle sounds of pain.
But a shoe slams into his fingers with a sick crunch, he cries out. Unbidden tears leak down his face.
“Aw look, the poor freaks crying! Why don't we give em a real reason t cry!”
He's hauled up by his shirt, arms feebly twitch upwards. But it's really no use. He braces for pain.
“You know I'm not really one to talk about public intoxication but I think you've made a very bad decision. Should reaaallly think about those life choices!” A metallic voice chimes in from behind his assaulters. It's very familiar…
“We was just teachin the freak a less-“ before the leader can continue he finds his wrist held in a vice grip.
The others quickly back down.
“Hey Cap, send some of our boys in blue this way, got a nice hate crime charge for them.”
Loki looks up from where he fell to his knees. “Anthony Stark, I believe you owe me a drink..” He croaks out, mouth dry as the desert.
“Holy shit….Loki!?"
Loki smirks as his world fades to black.
Notes:
And so it starts
All critique welcome
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Prompts
Just letting you know that I do Frostiron (Tony Stark/Loki) and SmartassFamily (Tony/Loki as Peter Parkers parents) writing prompts.
Drop a prompt in my Asks and I will give you from a snippet to a one shot.
I like the practice!
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