could you write a fic where bruce and loki have a chat on the refugee ship in space (pre-thanos) and find they have a lot in common, starting to overcome mutual distrust?
Hehey woah this took like 500 years but I hope you like it!! I really enjoyed writing it, it was a great prompt to get back into writing too!
Lemme know what you think!
Loki stumbled upon him during one of his many wanderings about the dark and dusty corners of their temporary spaceship home. Tucked away in the dark recesses of the ship, amidst the cargo and such things, there was a small compartment that suited the earth scientist such that it seemed as lonely as he.
Loki, feeling strangely genuine, sat on the box next to the hulk turned Bruce, startling the man who dropped whatever it was he was reading.
“Loki! I, I didn’t hear you come in.” He said a bit warily.
Loki didn’t say anything, merely hunched over himself, his arms crossed with his back facing Bruce in an unconscious display of trust.
Bruce eyed him suspiciously for a moment before attempting to go back to his reading, his back rigid in a way that it wasn’t before.
He lasted longer than Loki thought he would. It was about 5 minutes before the telltale slam of a book being shut and the familiar feeling of eyes drilling a hole into the back of his head.
“Loki? Did you need something? Or if you’d rather sit here I could go somewhere else…”
“Come now Bruce, I think this obvious discomfort and distrust is quite overrated don’t you?” Loki sighed, not bothering to turn around.
Bruce flinched as the Asgardian hit home before clearing his throat pointedly. “W-Well I don’t think it’s quite misplaced. If you remember our history like I do I’d think you’d agree.”
“The past is in the past my dear fellow, and we’ve had quite an adventure in these last few weeks wherein Thor and I stumbled upon you and rescued you. I’d have thought we’ve bonded.”
Bruce snorted a bit, not buying it. “Well, I’d say you thought wrong.”
A strange silence befell the two. Not quite an animosity but not companionable either, though neither of the two acknowledged it as the seconds turned to minutes. Bruce went back to reading, to the best of his ability, while Loki stared off a bit dazedly. And when Loki next spoke it was with such a sincerity that if he wasn’t sitting right next to Bruce he wouldn’t have believed it came from the God of Mischief.
“I believe we are more similar than either of us cares to admit.”
Bruce closed his book again, turning a bit more so as to look more towards the Asgardian’s profile. “What makes you say that?”
Loki laughed a bit at the question, the sound was high and bitter, but with a note of sadness to it. “A hatred of our father’s for starters, misguided or not, that fact remains.”
Bruce felt a shudder wrack his spine and he instinctively curled in on himself, becoming smaller and more closed off. “H-How did you-”
“Take my word that I did no sort of unconventional mind reading on you without your knowledge. Whether you, believe me, is your choice, but from one lost youth to another, I understand the rage and the pain of a monster well enough to see it in others.”
Bruce’s shoulder relaxed minutely at the admission, and the silence that fell over the pair this time was less stifling.
“I guess,” Bruce began. “If we’re still on the topic of being similar. We’re both either too smart or too stubborn to stay dead.” He offered in an attempt to lighten the mood.
Loki gave an amused huff at that which Bruce counted as a small victory. “I supposed it’d be a bit of both. That or it’s our tempers that keep us alive, yours a bit literally.”
Bruce laughed at that, feeling a strange weight lift off him and he turned around so he and Loki we’re sitting more shoulder to shoulder rather than back to back. “And we both like green.”
Loki blinked at that, an expression of surprise on his face before he full body chuckled. “Yes, I suppose that’s true.”
It was then, that a realization dawned on the due that prompted them to devolve into giggles, bordering on hysteria. Of all the people, on this ship, a ship that held a crew of alien and an entire civilization, that the two who related most to each other, were at the same time the most unlikely.
“It’s crazy!” Bruce choked between fits of laughter. “That out of everyone I know, anyone that I could know, that it would be you I relate to the most!”
“Quite absurd.” Loki agreed.
After their laughter tapered down to giggles and all but subsided Loki and Bruce shared a calculating look, trying to read the other in a new light.
“Yknow, it, it’s weird.” Bruce began. “To say ‘we’ about something I’ve experienced. To know someone who gets it.”
“Indeed.” Loki muttered, looking out into the vast expanse of the universe and for once not feeling so alone in it all.
