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The Avengers get a Hangover

Going to Vegas after beating the tar out of Loki and is alien seemed like a good idea time, especially after finding out that half the team were Vegas virgins (and thus twice the fun). It seemed like even a better idea when they all discovered that having a Norse God with them meant that they hit jackpot after jackpot until five different casinos kicked them out. But hey, they were loaded and Tony Stark knew just where to take the team to really celebrate.

Overall, it was a pretty great night and by the third night club, Tony was convinced it was the best damned idea he’d had in awhile.

But then he woke up the next morning under a table in the largest suite at Caesar’s Palace, staring at the face of a very-much-alive-and-awake panther, and he was starting to at least think maybe he shouldn’t have dragged everyone out to that third nightclub. 

I really need to stop writing these on my rp accounts.

(Source: capsiclerogers)

Art in the Blood [Part 3]

Title: Art in the Blood

Fandoms: Thor, Sherlock Holmes (RDJr Canon)

Pairings: Loki/Sherlock Holmes, eventual Loki/Tony Stark

Summary: Loki meets Sherlock Holmes in the 1890s and inevitably falls for the irritating mortal. Unfortunately, as all mortals are destined to do, Holmes dies. Over a century later in 2012, Loki meets Tony Stark, who is reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes.

Author’s Notes: Written for a norsekink prompt. This is a WIP. Prompter wanted me to use Downey Jr Holmes, so it’s going to be Downey Jr. This will probably be the only fanfic I will ever write with RDJr’s Holmes, though, so savour it. Only alteration I made was that I kept Holmes’s eyes grey as it is in the original short stories.

This is part 3 of the WIP. Not edited yet, so pardon the typos.

Written Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5

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Waiting

Title: Waiting

Fandom: Thor (film)

Summary: “He mourns for his brother.”

Author’s Notes: Originally, I was going to attempt a Avengers countdown series with drabbles/snap shots of each Avenger before the events of the Avengers film, but I abandoned it because I couldn’t get certain Avengers’ voices down correctly. This was the only completed drabble of the seven I intended to do.

This is post-Thor, pre-Avengers, obviously.

Italics are Thor’s thoughts.

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The presence was barely detectable, but it was there. It was a constant chill that would brush against the small hairs of the back of his neck or the arms of his suit, slipping past fabric and skin, past blood and bone, entering the very core of his being, of his consciousness.

Sometimes there would be words, vague words that he always forgot before he could record them upon paper.

It was strange and disconcerting. The S.H.I.E.L.D. psychiatrists found nothing wrong with him, though. They claimed it was just paranoia and that he just needed some time off from his paperwork. The S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors likewise told him that it was probably the stress and nothing to worry about. He was sound in both mind and body.

The presence became more noticeable in dreams. It had a form, a form of a man wrapped in darkness with the greenest of eyes. He never lingered long, just long enough to let Coulson know he was there and flash him a quicksilver, wicked grin.

He wanted to mention these dreams to people, but whenever he made up his mind to, he would forget. Forget and suddenly recall another errand to run, another errand related to the Cosmic Cube.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Invisible hands ghosted over the agent’s arms. Equally invisible lips brushed against the back of his neck.

He could feel the agent tense, but Loki did not back away. Whispering soothing words of comfort, of friendship, he coaxed the tension out of him; suggested that he was being silly and that there was nothing wrong.

The tension did not leave and neither did his fingers for a very long moment.

Such exchanges continued for weeks and Loki found himself having access to a wealth of information about S.H.I.E.L.D. about the Cosmic Cube in their possession, but if he was to be truthful with himself, none of it satisfied him.

Everything was going according to plan, but there was still something he was missing.

That feeling of loss, of emptiness faded as Coulson emerged again from his office. Taking his usual place behind the agent, he whispered suggestions again, his fingers gliding down his tense arms, smoothing down the wrinkles upon the sleeves of the blazer.

Everything was going according to plan until Coulson reached up and brushed his fingers against Loki’s.

“Real…you’re real.”

Loki froze, glancing down at himself to confirm that he was still invisible. He noted that Coulson didn’t turn around or try to grab him. Instead, his warm fingers remained at his sleeve, touching Loki’s own.

They remained like that for a long moment, not seeing one another’s expressions or faces, staring ahead at the empty corridor.

Coulson didn’t ask Loki who he was. Loki realised he didn’t have to; the mortal already knew through dreams, through all that he’d read about Norse Mythology.

“You should go before Barton arrives.”

Without questioning the mortal or even speaking, Loki obeyed and slipped away.

Loki didn’t appear again until Thor arrived and the next time he and Agent Coulson met, he was standing within a containment chamber while the agent stared at him from the other side. Loki smiled at Coulson and watched as the agent unconsciously brush his fingers against the sleeve of his blazer.

An hour later, Loki was gone from the chamber and Agent Coulson was nowhere to be found.

Because there is never such a thing as too much Coulson/Loki. Here, have another. I don’t even know why I wrote this at 8 in the AM, but I did. First part is in Coulson’s perspective and the second is in Loki’s.

Mild Avengers trailer spoilers.

(Source: erebusodora)

In which Loki and Erik find themselves nominated for Best Couple

Highlights in Loki’s long life were few and far between. Defeating Thor and becoming King of Asgard were two recent highlights. Taking Erik Lehnsherr as a lover and carrying his child were another two highlights. These highlights Loki clung to with all his being, especially now that his nutella was constantly threatened by balding SHIELD agents wielding tasers.

Nursing another jar of half-eaten nutella in his hands, he leaned over to rest his chin against Erik Lehnsherr’s shoulder, pale eyes glancing casually over at the contents of the site “Tumblr.”

It took them both a long moment before they saw what Erik scrolled past. There was a pause and then Erik quickly scrolled back to one particular post.

Loki almost dropped his nutella.

“Nominated for Best Couple: Loki Laufeyson and Erik Lehnsherr”

In an explosion of rainbows, kittens, nutella, and all things good, Loki and Erik’s child somehow managed not to come out early and the mentioned nominated couple managed not to destroy the house in their enthusiastic celebratory lovemaking (and manly weeping).

Days later, when votes were finally allowed, it was a cinch for the two to gain popular support (be it from threatened Asgardian invasion, Loki’s hormonal magic, or Erik’s shark-like smile and metal-bending talent) and it was all, but declared that they were the best couple.

When the award came around, the two walked up with the quiet dignity and then proceeded to make out before a shocked (and/or aroused) crowd of attendees.

The world was never quite the same ever again, especially when Loki’s water broke on stage.

-the end-

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[Because this needed to be ficced. Here:]

“Son of Coul…”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson?”

“What is that creature upon your head?”

“Don’t like it? I was going to try to impress your father with it. I figured it was close enough to your Asgardian helmets.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…Phil.”

“Loki.”

“You are not wearing that to see the Allfather.”

“Watch me.”

“He will never take your offer seriously.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that…”

Later that evening, Agent Coulson’s “helmet” was the talk of the feast and Odin immediately accepted his offer for Loki’s hand without further questions. A mortal who had good tastes in helmets was surely worthy enough for his second son’s hand.

^Wrote the above because my writer’s block apparently can be penetrated slightly when there is a sudden need for Coulson/Loki.

(Source: stereowire)

Art in the Blood [Part 2.5]

Title: Art in the Blood

Fandoms: Thor, Sherlock Holmes (RDJr Canon)

Pairings: Loki/Sherlock Holmes, eventual Loki/Tony Stark

Summary: Loki meets Sherlock Holmes in the 1890s and inevitably falls for the irritating mortal. Unfortunately, as all mortals are destined to do, Holmes dies. Over a century later in 2012, Loki meets Tony Stark, who is reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes.

Author’s Notes: Written for a norsekink prompt. This is a WIP. Prompter wanted me to use Downey Jr Holmes, so it’s going to be Downey Jr. This will probably be the only fanfic I will ever write with RDJr’s Holmes, though, so savour it. Only alteration I made was that I kept Holmes’s eyes grey as it is in the original short stories.

This is part 2.5 of the WIP. Part 1 is here: http://sacredkarcram.tumblr.com/post/14115926731/art-in-the-blood-loki-sherlock-holmes-loki-tony

Part 2 is here: http://sacredkarcram.tumblr.com/post/18348215083/art-in-the-blood-part-2

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Art in the Blood Part 2

Title: Art in the Blood

Fandoms: Thor, Sherlock Holmes (RDJr Canon)

Pairings: Loki/Sherlock Holmes, eventual Loki/Tony Stark

Summary: Loki meets Sherlock Holmes in the 1890s and inevitably falls for the irritating mortal. Unfortunately, as all mortals are destined to do, Holmes dies. Over a century later in 2012, Loki meets Tony Stark, who is reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes.

Author’s Notes: Written for a norsekink prompt. This is a WIP. Prompter wanted me to use Downey Jr Holmes, so it’s going to be Downey Jr. This will probably be the only fanfic I will ever write with RDJr’s Holmes, though, so savour it. Only alteration I made was that I kept Holmes’s eyes grey as it is in the original short stories.

This is part two of the WIP. Part 1 is here: http://sacredkarcram.tumblr.com/post/14115926731/art-in-the-blood-loki-sherlock-holmes-loki-tony

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Fic time? Fic time.

In which Loki is not touching Coulson.

“I’m not touching you!”

Coulson sipped his coffee calmly as he watched his team clean up after yet another battle between the Avengers and HYDRA. He could feel the tingle of Loki’s cold breath, the prickling of his arm at the feeling of Loki’s fingers coming close, but not close enough to touch.

Loki had been bothering him like this for a good twenty minutes.

“I’m not touching you!”

Coulson frowned down at his empty coffee cup and walked over to an undemolished Starbucks, Loki following after him.

“I’m not touching you!”

He was on his third cup of coffee and he had a feeling that he’d be hearing Loki’s irritating voice for the rest of the day and in his sleep, but he continued ignoring the trickster. It was better in the long run that Loki was by him being as annoying as a six year old than sitting somewhere out in a darkened warehouse plotting to take over the world.

“I’m not touching you!”

He gave a junior agent a warning look when she hesitated to move away with the signed papers. She was trying her best not to look concerned at the fact that Loki was standing right next to Coulson, not-poking him.

“I’m not touching you!”

He tapped his foot against the broken pavement to get rid of some excess energy the caffeine gave him. Those four and a half cups of coffee he drank were starting to make themselves known. His eyes darted periodically to the Starbucks.

“I’m not touching you!”

He was almost done with his fifth cup of coffee and some of it had actually burned his tongue in his haste to finish it. Damn, he really needed to—

“I’m not touching you!”

“Please stop that,” he muttered quietly, his eyes darting over for the first time in two hours to Loki.

Loki almost looked startled and didn’t quite manage to stop himself before a finger pressed against the arm of Coulson’s suit. Game over.

Looking away, Coulson handed his empty cup to a passing agent and headed over to Starbucks for a well-deserved bathroom break as Loki glared at his retreating back.

(Source: oldmanloki)

Terrible Two (Avengers) Part 5

Title: Terrible Two

Fandom: Avengers

Pairings: Loki/Various. In this chapter, it’s Coulson/Loki and a hint of Loki/Tony.

Summary: Loki accidentally split himself into two after a magical mishap. Now the Avengers and SHIELD have to deal with them both.

Author’s Notes: Major WIP. Parts 1-4 are here: http://sacredkarcram.tumblr.com/post/13961687628/terrible-two-avengers-parts-1-4

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“…this isn’t what it looks like, Coulson.”

Agent Coulson remained at the doorway, his manilla folder tight in his grip. No one moved for a long moment while Coulson and Tony engaged in a staring contest.

During the said silent staring contest, Tony barely noticed when the bundle of warmth that was Loki disappeared, but Loki wasn’t a god one could ignore for long.

A second later, Loki was suddenly by Coulson’s side, running his hands over the agent’s tense shoulders (which naturally only tensed more at the intrusion).

Tony stared then at both Loki and Coulson, though Coulson’s eyes were still trained on Tony with grim determination.

“…do you believe me now?” Tony tried, smiling to hide his annoyance that Loki left him for Coulson.

Coulson didn’t respond directly. Instead, he held out the folder in his hand toward Tony.

“These are for you to sign, Mr. Stark.” He sounded completely composed and professional, despite the fact that Loki was now flush against his back and toying with the knot of his tie.

Tony didn’t move, preferring to stay where he was.

“…Mr. Stark?”

Coulson didn’t see that mischievous grin on Loki’s face, but Tony did. Tony remained where he was.

“Mr. Stark, if you would—” the rest of Coulson’s request got muffled as nimble fingers slid between his lips. Tony snorted as Coulson dropped his folder and grabbed at the invasive hand.

“L-Loki, no.” Coulson managed when he pulled the long fingers out of his mouth. In response, Loki nuzzled his neck and wrenched his hand from Coulson’s grip, sliding the damp fingers across his jawline.

“Don’t fight it, Phil. You know you like this,” Loki purred, clearly enjoying the fact that he now had both their attention.

Coulson cleared his throat, his eyes darting back over to Tony who was still staring, or well, leering.

“We expect all requests signed and submitted to SHIELD in no less than—” Coulson grabbed at Loki’s wandering hand, which was meandering down to his belt.

“—in no less than…” Tony was definitely going to watch the surveillance video later. He’d never seen Agent Coulson so red. Loki’s other hand was doing something that he couldn’t see then, but from the way the normally unflappable SHIELD agent tried to leap away from Loki’s grip, he had a good idea of what was going on behind Coulson’s back(side).

“Yes, Agent Coulson? Than…?” Tony asked, not bothering to hide his amusement from his voice.

“Forty—no, fifty hours,” Coulson finally managed to finish.

“Are we done here, agent? Or do you want to—?” Before Loki could finish what he was saying, Coulson had turned around, grabbed him by both wrists, and dragging him out of Tony Stark’s workshop.