You were sitting on the floor next to him when the light
left his eyes, your hand over his when it dropped away lifelessly. Reaching up slowly, you touched the side of
his neck, waiting…waiting…waiting to feel something, but there was no pulse
there, no heart beat that would give you or Fury any hope. “Nick…”
“Medical team is on it’s way to your location.”
“They’re here. They
called it,” Fury replied in a solemn tone.
He looked at you, watching you wipe Coulson’s blood from your hands and
onto your uniform, feeling completely helpless.
“So now what, agent (Y/L/N)? I’m
open to ideas.”
You took a deep breath, clearing your mind of the anger and
hatred that filled you in this moment, having watched as Loki cut your friend
down. Remembering the audacity of him
trying to lure you away with him, and the look in his eyes when he was
rejected. The only reason that you were
still alive was because he believed that he cared for you. Right now, you couldn’t believe that Loki was
capable of anything more than evil.
“Director, this was never going to work if they didn’t have
something…” you paused, searching your mind for the answer, “if they didn’t
have something to bring them together.
Something that made the fight worth it enough to be a team.” You glanced down as the medics lifted your
friend from the floor and onto the gurney to take him away, suddenly seeing the
answer clearly in front of you.
“I think we might have it now.”
This had to work. If
the team had any chance of stopping Loki or this army that he had ready, you
needed to get the Avengers to work together.
“Alright, Phil, help me out,” you mumbled to yourself as you opened his
locker, pulling the small pile of Captain America trading cards out and into
your pocket. You closed the door gently,
leaning forward to rest your forehead against it, taking a moment alone to say
goodbye to your friend and mentor.
Your spine stiffened at the sound of Loki’s voice behind you,
and your blood ran cold. When you turned
to face him he was nothing more than a hologram, faltering in its image
slightly as the distance between you grew greater. “What would you know of sentiment? You tried to trick me into thinking that you
cared about me somehow,” you snapped, “which I never really believed
anyway. You were going to use me against
my own team. You know nothing of
feelings, of sentiment, of love. You’re
The image of him stomped towards you with an angry
expression, making you step back reflexively, even though he wasn’t real. “I am not nothing, (Y/N). You shall see that soon enough. When this is done, you will see that by my
side is where you belong. You will see.” Loki’s image was now directly in front of
you, so close that your bodies would be touching if he were real. “And I do care for you, darling. Very much.
From the very first moment, I knew.
I think that you did as well.”
His false hand reached up to touch your cheek, but it passed through
you; in that moment you swore that you felt it, and against your better
judgment, all you wanted was more.
Nick had given quite the speech about the team, using the
cards you had retrieved from Phil’s locker as the dramatic point maker that you
hoped it would be, but you didn’t know if it had worked. You followed Tony to the holding area,
standing silently as you watched him stare at where the cage had been,
wondering what could be playing out in that genius mind of his.
“Call me Tony.”
“Tony,” you agreed silently, “he was just doing his job.”
“He was an idiot.”
You smiled slightly, not really finding a valid point to
argue that with. “I’m starting to feel
like we all are. How the hell are we
supposed to do this? The team is
scattered, if it’s even a team…” Your
voice faded as Steve entered the room, crossing his arms and leaning against
the bulkhead, watching the two of you from across the room.
“(Y/N), I need to know what’s going on between you and Loki.”
“You and Loki?” Tony asked in total surprise, turning to you
with wide eyes. “What the hell does that
“It doesn’t mean anything,” you replied, holding your hands
up in surrender, “he seems to think he has feelings for me, if he’s even
capable. I think his play is to get
inside my head to help him keep this team apart.”
“Is it working?”
Steve’s tone became deeper as he moved towards you, glancing up at Tony
as he approached. He stood close,
backing you up into the wall with his proximity and his towering height over
you. “I need to know where your
loyalties are, (Y/N).”
Tony responded, putting his hand on the Captain’s chest and
pushing him back slightly, “hey, maybe lay off the kid, huh? If her loyalties were with Loki, why would
she be standing here trying to help? I
think we’ve lost enough people in one day; we don’t need to start pushing more
out.” Tony looked at you with
anticipation, wanting you to back him up.
“Believe me, Captain, I’m on your side. Loki means to start a war, and we are nowhere
near ready. He made this personal when
he took out Coulson.” You pulled
yourself away from the wall, ducking under Steve’s arm, pacing back and forth
as you voiced your inner monologue. “He
hit us all right where we live, why?”
“To tear us apart,” Steve offered.
“Yeah, divide and conquer is great, but he has to take us
out to win,” Tony agreed. “He wants to
beat us; he wants to be seen doing it.”
You continued to pace past the two men, trying to find any
clue that would lead you to Loki, anything that would get you to him so you
could try to convince him to stop. If he
really cared about you like he claimed, then you might be the only hope of
avoiding an all-out war. “Loki’s a
full-tilt diva, right? He wants flowers,
he wants parades, he wants a monument built to the skies with his name
plastered…” your voice faded as your gaze shifted to Tony, both of you immediately
“Son of a bitch.”
“This is why we strap in, Cap,” you groaned, your stomach
flipping and feeling full of knots as Clint tried to land the jet as safely as
possible, still barely maintaining control.
Steve had grabbed onto a roll bar on its roof, struggling to keep his
grip as his body swayed with each movement of the plane. “I swear if you fall and land on me, I’m
throwing up on you, Steve.”
You did your best to keep your mind off of the building
nausea waves with each motion as Clint finally brought the jet to the
ground. Throwing off your harness you
rushed behind Steve from the back of the jet and stood marveling at the war
zone around you. At the limits of your
vision you could see Thor and Loki atop Stark tower, fighting for control. “We need to get back up there!” you shouted
above the commotion.
“Hey sweetheart, let’s not keep your boyfriend waiting!” Tony swooped down and grabbed you around the waist,
hurrying to get you to the roof of his building. He lowered himself just enough to release you
safely, moving quickly to avoid a blast from Loki’s scepter and returning to
the battle below.
“What are you doing here?” Loki asked angrily, reaching down
to grab you and pull you to stand between him and Thor. “You are not meant to be here, (Y/N).”
“Then release her, Loki,” Thor commanded. “Release her now and put an end to this.”
You could feel a low growl and a laughter in Loki’s chest as
he held you to him, beginning to back away towards the tower’s ledge. “Loki, please, you don’t want to do
this. You need to stop it.”
“No, it’s too late,” Loki sneered, pulling the two of you
over the edge and onto a Chitauri speeder passing by. “Hold on tightly, my love. I should not wish to drop you now that I finally
“I won’t be yours as long as this continues, Loki.”
“Do you not see, (Y/N)?
This is now for you as much as it is for me. We will rule together, as I have said all
along.” His attention quickly shifted to
his left, his eyes focused on something in the distance that you couldn’t
see. “Such valiant effort, but so
wasted,” he mumbled, reaching out to grab Hawkeyes arrow from the sky just
before it connected.
You heard the small beep from the arrowhead and clutched
around Loki’s waist tighter, knowing what was about to happen. Seconds later you felt pain throughout your
body as you landed on the roof of the tower, rolling to a stop when you hit the
wall. Natasha landed right behind you,
positioning herself between you and the Asgardian.
“Come on, we need to shut this down!”
“You are all of you beneath me!” You pulled from Nat’s grasp
at the sound of Loki, rushing towards him to see the Hulk holding him back from
getting to you. “I am a god, you dull
creature, and I will not be bullied by-“
You winced watching him be thrashed by Hulk, seeing the
ground smash beneath him with each hit.
Once it stopped and the Hulk left him, you rushed to his side to both
keep him in control and to check on him.
“I told you, there was no way to win,” you said quietly, your eyes
deliberately kept up from him, watching Natasha as she closed the portal once
and for all. “We never would have worked
out, Loki. You don’t listen to me.”
“You were chosen for me centuries ago, my love. Do not give up on me so quickly.”
Your eyes widened as you finally looked at him, seeing a mischievous
grin cross his lips. Before you could
ask him to elaborate, Steve’s hands were around your arms, pulling you up and
into the group, separating you for the last time.
You wanted to know what Loki had meant, but the answer
wouldn’t be coming today, not that he would have been likely to tell you
anyway. He seemed to take a great deal
of pleasure in leaving you with the questions that now consumed you. Watching as Thor led him away in shackles and
muzzled, it felt as if you would never have your answers.
“I can return, if you should need me to, (Y/N),” Thor said
quietly, glancing back to his brother. “If
I learn anything, I will contact you.”
You nodded wordlessly, your eyes still on Loki. You watched as his fingers wrapped around the
casing that held the Tesseract, the thing that brought him to Earth in the
first place, but now you wondered if there was more to it; if he had come for
you as well. Looking around the circle
to each member of the team, you stopped to hold your gaze with him for just a
moment before turning your back to him, holding your breath as you heard him
disappear, not knowing if you would ever see him again.
“Hey, you okay, kid?”
“Never better, Mr. Stark,” you replied with your best
convincing voice, grabbing your gear to head to your car. Your phone buzzed in your pocket so you
stopped briefly, reading the message quickly and trying to hold in your
excitement as he watched you.
With your AU loki costume designs I can't help but wonder if at first he's resistant/hesitant to adopt Sigyn's fashions for him(?) and then just somewhere along the line goes 'full tilt diva'? (Eg. That "well I AM tbh" ask response) And yes I know I'm nudging you for story hints again!
Oh he hates everything and anything at first. He’s got nothing but the messed up underclothes of his armor when he first gets to Vanaheim, and the first real royal wardrobe he’s given is what the royal court deems “proper” consort dress- which Loki hates with a passion it’s meant to humiliate him a bit anyway so he’s justified, honestly
So Loki fucks with his clothes until they look more Asgardian-like. When it comes to Sigyn’s attention that he’s dissatisfied she lets him dress as he wants. It’s more or less Loki’s own love of fancy stuff that has him getting into lots of silks and furs, and Sigyn likes spoiling him with jewelry lol
There’s phases in his wardrobe, the more comfortable he feels with Sigyn and in his new position, the more Vanir fashion influences his own.
I’m a few days late, but this whole tumult over @knightinironarmor‘s post finally drove home why so much Tony critique falls flat to me: it’s almost all seated in ableism/mentalism and is therefore invalid right out the gate.
Some notes before I get started:
1. I’m going to stick to responding to the posts that Nat herself responded to; if I branched out from there, I’d be here all night, I don’t doubt.
2. I’m also going to stick to the MCU, because that’s the context of the original post. All the gate-keepy “been reading comics for x years and I therefore know more than you” nonsense has not only already been addressed but is irrelevant in a discussion about MCU Tony.
3. I’m not a psychologist or LSW or otherwise formally educated in psychological analysis. I do, however, have both generalized depression and anxiety and therefore have firsthand experience with unhealthy thought patterns and how those can manifest, as well as how neurotypical/mentally healthy people can interpret and react to those manifestations in ways that aren’t necessarily constructive or well-informed.
4. I admittedly have not read the post in full, but Nat herself addressed quite a bit of this in her own response to some of this commentary, especially the nature of altruism. I swear I’m gonna read the whole thing soon, and I highly recommend that y’all do, too~
So – the TL;DR version is that Fandom needs to work on not conflating mental illness with character flaws. For more of my thoughts and observations on the subject, read on.
There’s not many people who can sneak up on me.
But you figured I’d come...?
After... After whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend. As a balm...! And I would cooperate.
What did Fury do to you? I don't see a scratch on you.
First, he presented me with a cup of tea with the milk poured last instead of first; then, he permitted me a cup of champagne gold flake ice cream, but it was too cold; and then he subjected me to...
I wasn’t really into slash
until one day I realized that Tony and Loki make perfect sense. The
full-tilt divas couldn’t be happier than when they’re up against a
worthy opponent. I watch Tony teasing Justin Hammer and just imagine him
thinking “This is too damn easy. He falls for every little thing.” He
had to build Jarvis to have someone quick enough to spar with him
As for Loki, he wasn’t even interested in fighting
Thor one-on-one until his brother’d gotten some sense beaten into him
and Thor came back with that hammer, officially “worthy.” But after
that, he goads Thor into fighting him with a vengeance. He’s been
searching the universe for someone who is his match, such that neither
can make the other kneel.
They balance each other quite
perfectly. Vast brains and not a slouch in combat, but all their best
physical weapons are based in intelligence too.
both great appreciators of the game that on Asgard would be called
flyting, and on Earth verbal sparring, or simply snark. There is nothing
better in setting up tension in a FrostIron fic than a nice bout of
mutual witty insults. They might not talk to each other for long in the
Avengers, but they’re smart enough that they learn a ton about each
other during that exchange.
both masters at hiding the pain that their lives have inflicted on
them, the inadequacy that they feel every day. They’ve never met anyone
who would really be able to understand all that they carry with them.
often a tension there, in fics, as each tries to pull out the other’s
story first, because it’s hard for them to trust each other until they
can see how similar they are if you dig down to that core of pain and
It’s often said that Tony could see a lot of this in
Loki when they had their chat in the movie, that he recognized the
scramble for power as a) a cry for attention and b) a means to another
end, rather than an actual desire to rule. He recognized that, being a
man at the head of an empire for the simple reasons that he wanted to
make his father proud, and he wanted enough money that he could play
with his toys all day. The company itself interests him very little.
Genius Level ‘That Kid'itis
other thing that they’re always looking for is simply someone who is
anywhere near as intelligent as they are. It’s hard to develop a
meaningful relationship with someone who can’t follow your thoughts on,
say, interdimensional energy phenomena or what have you. I think it’s
safe to say that growing up, neither of them really had best friends the
way other kids did.
It’s often fun to follow up on the trail of
hints provided that connect the time Howard Stark spent with the
Tesseract with his ability to conceive of a supernaturally efficient
power source of his own. This allows us a beginning point for common
ground between Tony’s science and Loki’s magic (already established with
a comment by Thor as being related).
After that it’s only a short jump to “Finally somebody gets it!”
Push and Pull
it comes down to is that they interact in such similar ways with the
world around them, when they meet, something dramatic is bound to
happen. Either they’re pushing each other off the edge of their mutually
questionable sanity, or they are pulling each other back from the
brink. There are so many viable scenarios.
And it’s oh so entertaining to watch it happen. They are the cleverest, most interesting characters in their universe.
Because I love fics where Tony is Aesir. This will not include golden apple fics (there may be some exceptions however). This will be updated whenever I find new fics *crosses fingers*. Some of these are also Role Reversal AU (YASS), but I think there was another post flying around with those fics. Anyways, Aesir Tony, my on-going mission. BAM. WIPs are indicated with **. Oh right, they’re all FROSTIRON btw.
Thor searched everywhere.
You had told him that you would be monitoring Bruce and Tony, but when
he went to find you just before all hell broke loose, neither of them had seen
you since the meeting on the bridge.
When he had exhausted every room on every level of the helicarrier, trying
to give you the benefit of the doubt, he went where he had known you would be,
though he didn’t want to believe it. He
went to Loki’s cell and prepared himself for the inevitable fight.
Daniel James Hiddleston - Part 1: “Why Does Mommy Look Different?”
A/N: My first mini chapter fic for Hiddleswift. Covers Taylor’s second pregnancy with Daniel.
old Juliet Hiddleston was really confused. Her mommy didn’t look the same
anymore. Her tummy was starting to get rounder and the little girl just thought
that her mommy was eating too many cookies and candy. She was playing with her
daddy in her bedroom. Tea party was her favorite pretend game she loved
playing. Her grandma Diana made the best tea when they visited her in London.
ladybug,” Tom answers putting down the tea cup.
mommy’s tummy look different?”
we ask mommy that question,” he said with a smile picking her up and walking
into the living room where Taylor was watching Friends, Meredith and Olivia
Jules has a question for you.” He told his wife as they both sat on the couch
next to Taylor.
does your tummy look different?” she asks again.
there’s a baby in there.” Taylor told their daughter who still looks confused.
Like my baby dolls?”
and no.” Taylor said as she took Juliet from her husband’s arms. “Inside my
tummy is your baby brother. Daddy and I wanted to have another baby and now
were going to have another one. Isn’t this exciting?”
Juliet said resting her head on her mother’s shoulder.
looks at Tom who just smiles looking at his daughter with his wife. They were a
little nervous about telling Juliet that there was a new baby coming. It had
just been the three of them for so long and well he had heard the stories from
his mother that when he and Sarah were younger they tried to trade Emma for a
dog and he totally forgot that happened. He hoped that his daughter wouldn’t do
the same to her little brother.
the baby come out?” Juliet asks.
have daddy explain that to you.” Taylor said looking at Tom with a smirk.
Tom has to
think of something to say to his three year old. He playfully glares at his
wife which made Taylor giggle.
Jules when it’s time for your brother to be born, mommy and I will go to the
hospital and then in a couple hours the baby is born.”
couple?” Taylor asks her husband.
been in labor with Juliet for fourteen hours and she thankfully had gotten an
epidural after ten of those hours. She also knew that they didn’t make small
babies. Juliet had been 7 pounds when she was born and she had a feeling that
their son would be the same way.
the baby is born I will pick you up and then you’ll get to meet your brother.”
he be born?”
in three and a half more months.” Taylor told their daughter.
is.” Tom said and took Juliet back and she cuddled into his arms. “You turn
four in three weeks. So the rest of those three months will be spent getting
the home in London ready. Are you going to help us with the baby, ladybug?”
his daughter’s cheek and looked at Taylor with a happy smile.
they sat in bed, both wearing their reading glasses as he read a new book that
Emma had recommended to him. Taylor was looking at her planner which had
everything organized. She had to start organizing Juliet’s fourth birthday
party, the menu and decorations.
should we do for Jules’s party?” she asks her husband.
about you let me handle everything except for the food. I want you to let me
and your family be the lead organizers while you sit and look adorably
“Ok but I
don’t want you to be overwhelmed. You know how crazy it can get when we have a
group of kids in the house. Last years was a beautifully chaotic circus with a
bouncy castle how are we going to top that?” she asks putting her hand on her
dear is going to be a surprise.”
don’t spoil her too much. We’ve been lucky to have a daughter who isn’t a
spoiled brat I don’t want that to happen especially with the new baby coming.”
fine. Juliet is a pretty normal three year old. She isn’t a full tilt diva.”
like Loki in the Avengers?” she asks him playfully.
let Juliet watch the Avengers when she turned three and well she was a little
scared of Loki but Tom reassured her that he wasn’t going to be mean to the
told her with a chuckle before kissing her lips.