exit wounds; [short special] 'don't worry be happy'
title; exit wounds
fandom; the avengers [AU]
words; app 1600 (70000 app in total)
And Tony was right—the birthday had really taken his mind off things. There were no parents to act differently around, no need to worry about Clint giving him dagger eyes. Bruce grinned widely when he saw him there, and gave Tony a tight hug, which had Loki grinning back. He and Natasha caught up and shared half an hour reminiscing. He played a drinking game with Thor, and got a congratulatory bear hug from his brother for trying.
This short chapter is a birthday present to the wonderful Felifay, because she is the sweetest friend a person could ask for, and her support has been invaluable while I’ve been struggling with my illness for the last two months. My inspiration would be less without her, and I have so much to thank her for, so if you have a moment, please head over to her askbox and wish her a happy birthday, as she is the reason this little chapter made it here this early.
I hadn’t planned on updating exit wounds for another week (I’m not finished with the newest chapter yet), and I apologise for the huge wait. I have been very badly ill for 2 months now, but I’m recovering steadily now.
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Warning: Character death, Written by request of saiya-tina, based on the play Othello. ;)
Tony stirred on the bed when it dipped just on his left and he rolled his head to one side, sighing softly in his sleepiness.
Loki sat by his side, staring down at him with his hands clasped in his lap; his eyes dark in the dim light of the room.
Tony sighed again, opening his eyes slowly and running a hand through his hair, smiling up at him when he saw his sitting there, “Hey,” He whispered, his voice rough from his sleep.
Loki didn’t answer.
Fandom: The Avengers (2012)
Warning: Major Character Death
Characters: Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark, Odin (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Nick Fury
When Loki is sentenced to death, he gets to look at things in a whole new light.
=For a oneshot/short story I am doing for the wonderful Felifay~
I thought I’d post a teaser for what I’ve got so far, for others’ to see, but also to get an opinion on how it’s going.
Tell me what you think, Felifay?=
Cling To The Strings
“You have your Midgard…your throne there… You have the Chitauri forever at your disposal. Now…give us the tessaract…” The Other spoke in his cold voice that would send chills through any weaker man.
But not this God; not Loki. He just smirked. “So impatient…” he chuckled, leaning against a boulder in the familiar and dark realm he had sought audience with The Other before. His scepter was rest beside him, his arms folded as he watched The Other stalk back and forth ominously. Loki stood calmly though, not thinking of past threats he’d receive from The Other, nor what he knew his master could do to him… He just stood proud, his Kingly Asgardian uniform with armor, his horns curved majestically as he watched The Other.
“You made a promise, Asgardian… I’d advise you not to play our patience!” The Other spat.
“Oh, calm yourself. I plan to give you what it is you want.” Loki waved his irritation away. “As soon as I am sure I keep what I want.”
“The Chitauri is yours to control, to do your bidding.” The Other grumbled, sure that was what he meant.
“I intend to keep this glorious scepter of yours.” He said, picking it up and observing it. The Other seemed to growl in annoyance. “It’s come in handy, and there’s still use I have for it… It shouldn’t be too much of a trouble, should it? After all I’ve done for you?”
“What use could you have for the scepter any longer?!”
“I just might need a little influence on those I intend to keep at my disposal. Are you denying me the scepter? While I still have the tessaract? Tsk tsk…” Loki shook his head, ignoring more growls.
“HE will not take so lightly to being denied what is his, Asgardian, so enough fooling around!” The Other snapped at Loki.
“Promise me the scepter.”
He seemed to glare at Loki, though his eyes were not seen. He stalked back and forth, watching the raven-haired God. Until finally, he stopped. “…You may keep the scepter, to use as you wish… But should you deny the tessaract any longer, or defy our Master in any way with the weapon he gives you…you will pay, and you know just how you will pay…” those last words leaked so softly with an ominous threat.
Loki’s eyes narrowed, ignoring the flash of memory of the hours of torture he’d endured from Thanos, simply to show him what COULD happen to him, if he turned on or disappointed the devil he’d made a deal with. “…Understood…”
With a wave of his hand then, he’d summoned the glowing blue cube into his palm. He gazed at it once it had fully materialized. The memories of his victory with this object passed through his mind. The submission of Human Race to his rule, the pride of finally, finally succeeding. The fall of the Avengers…minus a special member. Tony Stark, in all his brilliance, had never expected to fall under Loki’s control by the scepter, nor did he expect to turn on his previous allies and bring their downfall, at Loki’s side. Oh, but he did. Loki was very proud of his dear puppet, and that dear puppet was his reason for keeping the scepter. He wasn’t so ready to release him from his strings…
The Other watched Loki, growing annoyed as the blue reflection in Loki’s eyes soon died down. He lowered the cube from in front of his face, looking to The Other who began stalking toward him. Once the creature was close enough, Loki offered out the object that had been so craved, The Other snatching it away. Loki smirked a dark smirk and took the scepter in his hand. “Is our business done here?”
“For now, Asgardian… But remember my warning… Appreciate the power your Master has given you, and you would do best not to defy him…” with each word The Other spoke, the dark realm was slowly shimmering away in a mist of colors; black, dark blue, purple until it was replaced with familiar walls and furniture of certain Midgardian building. Stark Tower.
Loki’s eyes had fallen shut upon his return, but at the sound of footsteps, they slid open and he turned his head just in time to see Tony Stark, suited up except for the helmet, walking up to him. He knelt beside Loki, arm resting upon his knee and blue, tessaract-control-influenced eyes looking into Loki’s.
“Did it go well, Master?” he asked carefully.
Loki smirked at him. “It went perfectly. Any trouble while I was preoccupied?” he had been speaking with The Other for nearly an hour, giving updates before getting down to the real business.
Tony shook his head, giving a small smirk. “Nothing I can’t handle. Just a few rebels running amuck, but their attempts were feeble. The Chitauri but a stop to their antics, tossing the rebels into the ship chambers. And I gave a short speech, informing them to keep in line.”
“Very good.” Loki smiled, and he moved to stand then. The attempt was a struggled one—his audiences with the other always left him feeling slightly weak, he despised it…
Tony steadied him, a flicker of worry on his face. “Master?”
Loki shook his head. “Worry not, Anthony…” he looked into those influenced-blue eyes and knew the weakness was worth it, the time it took to keep what he had wished to keep was worth it. With the scepter still in his hand, that meant Tony still at his side.
And Loki was not giving his dear puppet up…not just yet…
“Do you need rest?” Tony questioned.
Loki shook his head, standing tall, as if he felt no weakness at all. “Don’t think so little of me.” He chuckled, stepping closer to Tony who had stood with him.
“I don’t, Master, I just…worry…” Tony had come closer, his eyes running along Loki’s frame, then back to his face.
Loki smirked at that. Such worry amused and touched him. He was easily amused by the worry and concern that his puppet would show him…and that just made him fonder of his company. Whether that company, in the end, was willing or not…Loki did not believe he would let it go.
Loki caressed Tony’s cheek, the smirk still upon his face. “You don’t need to. We never shall again worry… The world is mine, as are you…we succeeded, Love.”
Tony smirked back, his cockiness showing through. “We did. Though, you wouldn’t have been able to do it as smoothly if not for me.” He crossed his arms.
“Maybe so…” He chuckled.
Tony’s smirk softened. “I will serve you until the end, Master. You have my power, my strength, my mind, my soul…” he kneeled upon his knees before Loki.
“…All of you…” Loki sighed in a deep tone. And as Tony rose to his feet to look him in the eyes again, Loki had taken the man’s’ lips with his own, roughly and with fervor. His hand moved to grip the back of Tony’s neck possessively, the other hand wounding around his still suited waist as Tony’s arms grasped Loki’s waist, pulling their bodies together.
“You have all of me, Master. Until the end.”
You get a tag, and you get a tag...
I’ve been meaning to do this for awhile, so here, have a list of the tags I’m using for everyone now.
- Tony Stark: Favorite Jackass
- Loki: Favorite Drama Queen
- Thor: Favorite Giant Puppy
- Balthier: Sassy Ass Pirate
- Auron: He’s Fucking Dead
- Felifay: FlyingSalmonSnakes
- Isahbella: Isa look at the kittens
- Batsutousai: batsbatsbats!
- Mischiefruleshere: Overlord of Sass
I still need tags for Ever, ms-ravenheart (someone needs to stop me from using the unoriginal ‘why is a raven like a writing desk?), terres, and wrecked-anon. So give me suggestions for your tags guys!
2 because of reasons and 31 and 50 :D
2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now?
Blue-striped undies. xD Feli, you little devil.
31. Favorite movies?
The Other Boleyn Girl, Ponyo, Rise of the Guardians, Troy, Interview With a Vampire, the entire Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Apocalypto, and so many more!
50. Anybody on Tumblr that you’d go on a date with?
Pffft. Do you even realize I actually have thought about this? xD
My list is:
- You, duh. xD
Oneshot FrostIron Angst galore.
Felifay wanted a fic with FrostIron where one of them killed the other… My angsty fanfiction heart just made a loop-de-loop… and presto! XD
A birthday present for my dear Felifay!
Just a little frostironish thingy. Hope you like it, my friend. Happy birthday! <3
Tony yawned as he was slowly making his way to the wide black sofa in the center of the room. He looked around then and scratched his head, his fingers struggling to get through the tousled hair. His other hand landed automatically on the faintly glowing arc reactor.
Yes, he seemed to be still alive.
“Hm.” He snorted in surprise, one dark eyebrow rising up upon spotting an unfinished glass of whiskey on the table. What must have happened last night to make him give up on his last drink? Whatever the reason, it did not matter now since he could not recall the event anyway. And so he fell onto the sofa and grabbed the glass. He shook the liquid inside and smelled it for a moment. Then he took the remote control and switched on the big LCD on the wall before him.
He trembled with a start as the room and his skull were instantly flooded with the unforgettable sound of “Gangnam Style”.
So it’s still among the top charts? Just… How is the guy doing it? Tony frowned in wonderment, his eyes fixed firmly on the dancing Korean, and sipped mindlessly at his whiskey.
“I still don’t quite comprehend why this particular song is so popular.” The ever so familiar, comforting, but at the same time disturbing voice intoned from behind. “Could you please enlighten me?”
Tony frowned even more and cleared his throat. While taking the next sip, he turned the sound down and tried to figure out: first, what possibly was the right answer to that question and second, what the hell was Loki Laufeyson doing in his apartment.
“Well, that’s actually the question. No one really knows, I guess. And maybe… maybe that’s the actual reason.” He thought aloud in the end, and decided to turn his head after the voice. And what he saw was the said Trickster standing at the side of the sofa, wiping his face with a big, white towel. His long raven hair was stuck to his skin as it happened to be completely wet. Tiny rivulets of water were running down the pale shoulder and dripping from the bent elbow.
A wide-eyed surprise replaced the deep frown on Tony’s face. Then his eyebrows went down a fraction and twirled lightly. “You’re naked.” Tony observed and brought the glass to his lips again.
Loki stopped wiping his face and shrugged. “Well, I have just taken a shower, so… yes, I happen to be.” He explained cheerfully, looked down on himself and removed the towel to completely reveal his bare skin. Tony choked into his glass.
“What?” Loki smiled, faking a mild surprise. “Never seen a Frost Giant’s crotch?” he asked roguishly. Then he furrowed his forehead in thought and brought the towel back to his skin. “No, of course you haven’t. How could you, right?”
“Ah – “ Tony mouthed blankly.
“Never mind, my dear.” Loki chirped as he strode to the counter. The ringing and clinking of glass followed then. “What do you eat for breakfast? Oh and – the birthday party was quite remarkable. For mortals, I mean.” He added promptly and turned back to Tony, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, too; the towel draped over his shoulder.
“For mortals?” Tony protested, glaring over the sofa’s backrest. “What do you mean?!”
“Aww. Nothing bad, Anthony. It was fun, and that’s what counts, right?”
“Yes. But somehow… I don’t remember inviting you.” Tony wondered then, resting his arm on the top of the backrest.
“A detail.” Loki rolled his eyes.
“Well, but quite an important one.” The scientist objected.
“Yes. But let’s face the truth, my friend.” The Trickster’s eyebrows went up as he looked into his glass. “It was a boredom fair until I showed up.” He stated then and finished the drink. Then he left the glass spinning on the counter. “You’re welcome.” He gave a wink and walked away.