#abbys.txt

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Peter: Are you made of hydrogen, erbium and oxygen?

Peter: Because you're a H Er O

Tony, choking up: I-

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Tropetember day 3: Whump

Silence is much more terrifying than any noise

Genre: Angst: hurt/comfort, whump Warnings/Tags: Loki suffers and has his magic blocked, Odin's behavior resembles the behavior of an abusive parent, and he misgenders Loki. If you think this might trigger you, I think reading something else might be better! Summary: Loki is cursed by their father and cannot hear the people who pray to them anymore. Word count: 1197 A/n: Loki's pronouns there are they/them, if you have a problem with it, fight me!

Odin's voice boomed through palace corridors, making those who heard it curl in themselves (or wish they were able to) and feel pity for the person his rage is directed at. Everybody who has ever hear of the god knew how he could make anybody's heart halt just by frowning, how he could make the bravest warriors shake in fear. In the furthest corners of his kingdom, where people were half-sure he wouldn't hear them, there were whispers about his years of conquering other realms, passed by word of mouth for generations.

Loki knew it all - after they found out what the man did, they travelled around all nine realms, searching and helping the victims of his other crimes. Yet, they stood right before him, unwavering, facing the Allfather's fury with a deadpan, not allowing themself to quiver, even mentally (no matter how much they wanted to).

"-not to mention how irresponsible, dishonorable, reckless, foolish-" they tuned his tirade out, listening to the whispered prayers, coming in a steady flow of sound, surrounding him, guarding like a blanket, offering something to hold on to even in the darkest pits of prison cells they was thrown in, when the Mad Titan had them under his control it gave them a reason to believe there was good to protect in the world they were supposed to attack.

To some, it might been selfish to do good only because somebody asked them to, and because it made them feel better, but Loki didn't care. A good deed was good, no matter what the intentions were.

They lost the track of time, lost in warm thanks, asks and tales of mischief their followers done, until they felt somebody shake their shoulders, saliva splattering over their face. Loki's senses slowly caught up to reality, seeing the man's furious face up close made cold spikes of terror run through their whole body.

"-that's it! You're going to listen to me when I speak! I'm sick of your disrespect!" he stepped away, his anger morphing to dissapointment, "I expected better of my son," Loki barely stopped themself from flinching, "and now I need to punish you. Again. Didn't you learn from your previous punishments? Where did that smarts of yours go now, huh?" The man took a few steps back and outstretched his arms. A golden glow sprouted from his hands, morphing into chains that started wrapping around Loki's head, then their whole body.

"I didn't want to do this, but you give me no choice, son."

Loki shut their eyes, grimacing in pain, unable to hold up their calm facade any longer. The white, hot pain spread around their body, consuming their own power and using it to bind their abilities. Loki clenched their teeth, not wanting to give the man the satisfaction of making them scream and beg.

After an hour (or was it five minutes) of this torture, it all stopped. Was it not for the weather outside, Loki would think the time was put to halt.

They laid on the palace floor, trembling from the effort and pain, silent tears running down their cheeks. The binds were clutching their body tightly, they were definitely going to leave bruises, and if they weren't careful, the chains would probably draw blood.

It wasn't what hurt the most, though.

It was the silence ringing in their ears, cold, merciless, and so, so lifeless. They tried to reach out for the whispers, but nothing came, not even an equivalent to what Midgardians called static.

They reached for their magic, but couldn't feel it.

No. Even their father wouldn't be as cruel-

"Your tricks won't work anymore, not until you learn your lesson." After that, the man walked away, leaving them alone.

Frankly, Loki was surprised that he didn't stay and watch them struggle, but they were glad the man left. Being in that position felt humiliating enough alone, but they were sure they wouldn't handle being watched.

When they were sure Odin was away, they broke down in ugly sobs, eyes letting out a flood of tears despite being tightly shut.

They made their way through the golden palace floor, half-crawling with the little movement space they had left before they heard somebody's steps. They closed their eyes, the shame they felt skyrocketing, only darkening the blush caused by crying.

"Loki?" their brother's voice was quiet and unsure, if they didn't know any better they would say Thor was worried or even scared.

Loki tried to keep the pitiful whimpers from escaping, but they failed miserably. Suddenly in their was their brother crouching, brows furrowed, empathy swirling in his eyes.

"Is it okay if I pick you up?" he asked, and when Loki nodded, he added "Can I carry you to your room?". The Trickster nodded again, thankful for Thor breaking the dead silence in their ears, even if it sounded a little bit like it was underwater.

Loki didn't even feel the binds digging in their flesh as Thor picked them up. The trip to their room was a blur, only changed by their brother's encouragements and promises they are near their destination. They closed their eyes, and when they opened them again, they were laying on their own bed.

"Loki, do you consent for Mother to tend your wounds after you fall asleep?" they nodded again, but then opened their mouth as to say something, but nothing came. Thor wordlessly put a cup of water to his sibling's lips, silently prompting them to drink.

"Talk... t' me." Loki's voice was still raspy after crying (why didn't they notice when the tears stopped flowing? It didn't matter now...). "No sil'nce." To them, it was humiliating how they could say anything more, but Thor somehow understood, immediately starting to tell a tale of what his costume party Midgard buddies were doing. Loki has dozed off barely twenty minutes into the story, but Thor kept talking, knowing they were sensitive to sound even asleep.

"And then Natasha- Oh, hello mother," the God of Thunder stepped away, letting Frigga work her magic. She hummed a calm song under her breath while she worked the chains open, checking her offspring's vitals. Suddenly she gasped.

"He repressed their seidr." She covered her mouth, feeling nothing but terror over her husband's doing. Thor's eyes widened in shock.

"Is there anything we can do to help them, Mother?"

"I'm unable to break it!" she almost cried out, her voice full of sorrow. Loss of magic was painful for any sorcerer, but for one as advanced as Loki it was life-changing. She never felt more helpless than now: unable to help her own child, or even offer them a source of comfort.

She finished healing them, and exited the chamber with the intention to try and coerce Odin into lifting the spell, or at least leaving Loki a part of their skill. Thor stayed with them, talking until his throat was so sore he wasn't able to make any different noise than a glorified hum. Soon after, he dozed off, his snores the only sound in the room.

Before long, they all would learn silence hurts much more than any sound.

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Tropetember day 1st!

Three times Gai said "I love you" and one time Kakashi said it back

Friends To Lovers + '3+1' + Kakagai! Genre: Fluff Warnings: None Word count: 800

First time

"So," Gai started, "I heard Obito say a lot of weird stuff lately"

"Well, this is a standard with him, you need to be more specific if you want me to confirm or deny anything." Kakashi shrugged.

"He, uh, he said," Gai stuttered, quietly. This was so unlike him- usually he was loud and acted like he didn't know the word shame. "He said that you love me" the boy finally muttered. Again, a thing Gai never really did: the boy was either quiet and determined or bold and radiant.

Kakashi either didn't notice it or decided to not pay it no mind.

"That's definitely a lie," Hatake stated blandly. Gai only nodded, suddenly his usual way of being returning with full force. Looking back, it was funny, how a boy so young knew the feeling of rejection better than the feeling of acceptance, but it just was the way indifference was treated in Konoha.

"Then, I'll work even harder to be worthy of your love!"

"Gai, I don't-"

Kakashi didn't finish, noticing that his friend companion already ran off.

Second time

"Anybody caught your eye, Gai?" Kakashi asked, breaking the totally-not-awkward silence that fell during the meal.

"You know that I love you, Kakashi," Gai replied hesistantly, "if you don't want me, just, you know, rip the bandaid off."

Kakashi certainly could say he was caught off guard with this one. While Gai did mention something about 'being worthy of Kakashi's love', he thought it was just a methaphor. After all, as a kid Gai had a habit of saying he loved everything: from the way sun dried the raindrops on his cheeks to fighting on missions.

"I-, I wouldn't call that love. Not the romantic kind, at least. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose you just because we took a step too far." Hatake squirmed around, like he would prefer to keep quiet.

"I never said you had to love me from the start." Gai smiled reassuringly. "I think we could try going for a few dates and see if that's a 'yes' for us. If we don't work out, we'll go back to being friends. Dating is not an extension of friendship, it's a new way of being in a relationship, and so if it doesn't work out, the friendship can stay undamaged."

"That's a new way to see things." Kakashi nodded. "With how you portrait it, I think we could dry going on some dates."

Third time

"Me and Kakashi are dating" Gai said, suddenly self-conscious. What if their friends were homophobic? What if-

"Finally! I would scream if I had to watch the romantic tension between you two any longer!" Gai thoughts were interrupted by Kurenai's reaction.

"I thought you two were dating since you were like, fifteen, or something..." Asuma trailed off, confusion both distinguishable in his voice and visible on his face.

"Actually, we started going on dates a few months ago. We just decided to make it more you know, official, now." Kakashi gave them his classical, one-eyed smile.

If anyone wanted to say anything, they were cut off by Naruto running to the table, saying that the fireworks' show is going to start any minute now.

Just after they gone outside and settled for the show, the fireworks started exploding. Gai whispered a small "I love you" against Kakashi's temple, not caring if the man hears it or not. It was their moment.

+1

Kakashi woke up with a feeling that he's going to have a great day.

The sun has just rose when Gai entered their bedroom, back from his morning jog. Kakashi had the luck to wake up to a view of his boyfriend quickly slipping out of his suit.

Oh, how Kakashi loved the sight he had before his eyes. Gai's hair was damp with sweat, ruffled and looking completely different from his usual bowl-cut he came to love. His boyfriend's back was now bare, letting him see how exactly his muscles moved when he tried to untangle himself from the sticky material.

"God, I love you so much."

Kakashi tried to catch his words before they slipped from his tongue, but he wasn't fast enough. Even though at this point Gai said it instead of 'good morning' or 'goodbye', it felt like something said too early.

Gai turned to him with a beaming smile and he didn't miss a beat before saying the happiest 'I love you too' Kakashi ever heard. If that's all it took to make his boyfriend so happy, the Copy-nin thought, he was going to do it every day.

"It's still early, so you might have time to read 'icha icha' after breakfast, before heading to meet your students!"

It was going to be a great day, indeed.

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20-7=14

Tropetember day two!

Coffee shop au + College au = Barista! Tony x Student! Steve Warnings: mentions of Tony being drunk in the past at the beginning, except that none Word count: 1.211 Summary: Anthony Edward Stark, son of The Howard Stark, the genius that graduated MIT being seventeen, worked as a barista at a small coffee shop under the name of Tony Stank. A/n: Steve is a student, but he's in his twenties. He's not a minor there. Ao3 link!

It started out as a punishment - for something along the lines of how lighthearted Tony treated the whole "fortune" thing. He didn't really remember, he was too drunk to function anyway.

At first, he was furious - not only would he miss out the best parties, but he'd have to work like a normal citizen! And he had to share a flat with not one, but two roommates!

After some time, Tony realized he quite enjoyed the peace of a normal life, without paparazzi chasing him, reporters getting in his face, his father pressuring him for another new invention. He enjoyed sharing space with Rhodes and Banner, even if it was just existing in the same room. And, for the most part, he liked his job.

While sometimes the customers were overwhelming, rude or even aggressive, being a barista provided him a steady routine. It was calming and simple. His whole life felt calm and simple when he was there, if he was being honest.

Tony smiled to himself, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, a sweet, small voice called him.

"Um, excuse me? Can I get an Iced Americano with three expresso shots, two pumps of vanilla syrup, heavy cream and two teaspoons of sugar?"

"Of course, that'll be—" Tony paused to look at the screen "— five dollars." He looked up, looking up at the muscular blonde standing in front of him. His eyes had big, dark bags under them and he had a few cuts around his cheeks and chin - probably from shaving.

After he received the money and handed the receipt, he told the young handsome man to take a seat and wait for his order.

Soon enough, the drink was served. The café was almost empty, with only a few people sitting in the corner, chatting quietly.

Tony used the lack of work to shamelessly check out the man, noticing how his thighs looked even thicker when he sat, how he pouted slightly, clearly struggling with some problem in that textbook of his.

He had to stop oggling observing the man when another customer walked in, but his eyes returned to the man as soon as his deed was done.

The student now looked like he was about to burst in tears any second, which was worrying considering that only a few minutes had passed since Tony last saw him.

"Go, help him," his coworker and roommate, Bruce, nudged, "I can stand alone when there's little to nobody here, and maybe you'll even get his number if you'll help him?" he winked.

And Tony, like the absolute fool he is, listened to him.

"Hey there, big guy, is that seat taken?" Tony pointed at the chair next to the student. The man shook his head as to say 'no'. The Stark sat down on said chair and put the cup of coffee he brought on the table.

"What's gotten you so worked up, hm?" Stark asked, before looking at the textbook. "Physics? It can be rough sometimes, I totally get you." Tony was gifted in the area of science, but that didn't mean he didn't need to study, and he always found physics to be the most difficult - there was just something about this subject that made it hard to remember, even if it was supposed just to be 'how the universe worked'.

"It's just that I used the right formulas, I'm sure of it, and I did everything as I should, but, the result is wrong no matter how I approach the problem." his teary, blue eyes met Tony's, which had him melting inside, despite the situation. "And if i won't get it right my teacher's gonna fail me for sure, and, and-" a few tears spilled down his cheeks and Tony had to fight the urge to brush them with his thumb.

"Maybe you just need another pair of eyes to look at it? Let me see if I can find any errors?"

The man (Tony really needed to ask him for his name) wordlessly gave him his notebook, wiping the tears with his sleeve. Tony checked the problem first, then tried to half-solve it in his head. Then, he checked all the calculations. At first, nothing seemed to be wrong, but soon Tony noticed where the mistake was.

"I think I know what went wrong here," he barely could stop himself from laughing, "can you —pfffttt— can you please tell me whahahat, what is 20-7?"

"Um, thirteen" the student looked baffled. Why would the barista ask such question, if he was good at math?

"Then whahahahy did you write fourteen?" Tony could barely restrain himself, especially seeing blonde's expression. He made mistakes like that quite often, too, but always noticed after staring at said calculations for a bit.

The buff man snorted. This broke the last of Tony's efforts to not laugh and soon the pair was shaking with laughter.

"How could I not notice?" he half-whined, but there was a hint of giggle in his tone, and he seemed more at ease, relaxed even.

"It's an early-made error, so maybe your brain just got used to seeing it that way didn't consider it a mistake? I do that all the time!"

"Thanks, man." he smiled sheepishly. They sat in silence for a while before he continued. "Say, um," he paused to look at his badge, "Tony, what would you say if we hung out? No homework, just coffee and some talking? No pressure though, of course, I know it's a bit soon but-" his rambling was cut off by Tony.

"No, no, I'd love to! Honestly I wanted to ask you out too," he pointed at the cup he brought, which had his number scribbled on the side, along with a short note saying 'text me' and a winky face.

"Oh, um, that's great, thanks!" Steve looked like he didn't expect Tony to answer the way he did. "What time do you end your shift on Saturday?" Do you even work on Saturday in the first place?"

"I do, I end at five," Tony answered with a smile. He found the student's awkwardness adorable.

"P.m?"

"No, a.m.," he replied sarcastically, then added an 'of course five p.m.', just to be sure they were on the same page.

"Okay, so what about we choose what we're gonna do, and then set the time? Of course it'll be after five," Steve asked, and the barista nodded in response.

They would chat for a bit longer if Bruce didn't call Tony's name and pointed at the clock. When the Stark realised what his colleague meant, he looked at his watch only to see that it was the time they closed the shop.

"Oh, um, this is the time when we close the, you know, uh, the the-" Tony's attempt to form a sentence was interrupted by the man.

"The shop?"

"Yes, the shop. I forgot the word," the genius smiled nervously.

"Well, um, I'll see you, then, Tony"

"Yes, see you soon, uhh," Tony realised he didn't remember his soon-to-be-date's name.

"Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Steve," and after a short pause he added "Steve Rogers." He waved his hand and he was gone before Tony could even think to say 'goodbye'.

The genius returned to the counter, unaware of the smile still playing on his lips. Bruce couldn't help but grin, seeing his roommate and coworker (and maybe — he hoped — a friend) happy like that was rare, but made him happy.

While closing the store, Tony couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh happily.

'Steve...'

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Even a God of Lies cannot lie to themself

A second chapter to my work "Silence is much more terrifying than any noise" Word count: 926 Warnings: uguhhh, dealing with grief/a beginning of a recovery?, mention of a small wound A/n: Listen, I just want a safe space for all genders so forgive me if I project it on Asgard. Or don't forgive me, but I'll fight u. Surprise surprise, I am alive! Happy early New Years!

Loki looked defeatedly at the unfinshed work laying on their desk. No matter how much they tried to fit into their old routine, something always was off - not to mention the breaks between tasks that they have spent on listening to prayers - norns, they can't wait to do it again - that they now spent "recovering", which was a glorified term for them staring off into a point on the wall, or the ceiling, not moving and angrily repeating healing spells incantations over and over in their head.

Their mother called it "enthusiastic recovery encouragement". And while it sounded a bit forced, it made Loki feel a bit better about the whole thing, like they weren't dumb for trying to use magic when they couldn't.

While they hated to admit it, Thor helped a lot. He often compared it to him not being able to lift his hammer, except - their brother now could admit it - he deserved the punishment, they did not. His blabbering, not dependent on whether they listened to him or not, but beaming like sun at a summer dawn any time Loki made an effort to show him that they were, made up for the background noise they missed.

Loki, noticing that they, once again, didn't keep their thoughts consistent, shook their head and looked at the barely touched meal laying on their desk before them. They wanted to eat it, even if only to make their mother and brother feel better, but they just, couldn't. It felt like with the numbness that overtook them, their appetite had vanished.

They were quickly pulled from their thoughts by a loud noise outside.

After a moment came the realization it was a shout of pain.

A child's shout.

Loki tried to ignore it, they really did, but, unfortunately, it seemed that their brother infected them with this awful thing called "morals", that didn't let them leave the suffering kid alone.

They grumbled before going through one of the secret passages they created, making sure they had their pouch before doing so, and arrived only a few steps from the source.

Before their eyes laid a child, tightly clutching their leg. Loki rushed to them, a quick "are you okay?" slipping out before they even thought about it.

The kid showed their scraped knee slowly to the prince, careful to not make it hurt more. It was just a simple scratch, really.

They picked a tissue from their pocket and gently cleaned the wound.

"Is it better now?" they asked, surprised by how soft they sounded.

"Kiss it better! Momma says you always have to, or it won't heal quick!" the child looked at them, their naive eyes looking straight in Loki's, with so much trust and- adoration?

They ignored their thoughts in order to keep their attention on the kid, and hummed affirmatively. They bent down and pressed a quick peck above the scratch - not close enough to irritate it further, but still close enough for the child to perceive it as ‘on the wound’.

"Like this?" they asked, and were satisfied with the nod that followed as an answer.

Just then, an Asgardian ran to the two of them, a worried look on their face. Loki looked at their pronouns pin, and read ‘she/fae’.

“Are you responsible for this kid?” the god asked her. Fae answered with a curt nod, immediately getting closer to the child, who got up and ran towards the worried Asgardian with a shout of ‘Momma!’.

After a quick introduction, the three parted their ways, Loki now richer in the knowledge that their names were Ragna and Idun respectively, and that Idun preferred people to use Idun’s name instead of pronouns.

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It’s strange how the realization of an ongoing thing only sets in after it’s broken - at least for a moment.

Loki didn’t know if the numbness taking over them was more welcome or simply awaited, but it didn’t stop them from analyzing the whole interaction once again, trying to find any points for their brain to draw even a second more of serotonin.

After unsuccessfully trying to recall any moment of the event, their mind dutifully supplied them with the image of Idun’s scraped knee and that maybe, just maybe, it seemed almost gone by the time Idun was leaving with Idun’s ‘momma’ holding Idun’s hand.

They couldn’t help but let a grin appear on their face. It wasn’t the first time their seidr stayed hidden in plain sight, only leaving small signs that it was still there, or - as it happened after they were recovering after their first near death experience - it needed time to build its strength up again. Warmth bloomed in their chest as they climbed the beat, stone stairs leading to their chamber.

After they ate half of the plate they were served (what in opinion of their brother was a big success and he didn’t try to hide it) and actually took a shower without much prompting (once again Thor expressed how proud of them he was for doing so).

And as they laid in bed, fully intent on getting a good night’s sleep they realized with a surprised yet satisfied thought that they were both content with the day that just has passed and looking forward to tomorrow.

And just a little bit, inside, they dared to think that things were going quite well.

And oh how wrong Loki was about that they would come to see.

After all, even a God of Lies cannot lie to themself for long.

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I've been looking for that one ask I answered where somebody said something nice about my wave.reblog tag

For half an hour

I think about it often and I wanted to screenshot it

WHERE ARE YOU KIND FRIENDLY PERSON

I WANT TO WAVE TO YOU

also it turned into a pun thanks to you cuz my blog's sea themed so wave as in the sea/ocean one, but now it's also wave as in hello!!

Thank you kind person I am still trying to find!!!