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Stoki Whumptober Day 28: Such Wow. Many Normal. Very Oops.
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Loki didn’t make it very far; he had nowhere to go, really, and so ended up hiding elsewhere in the park they had landed in-- near enough that he could see the tower, where everyone on Earth who knew him was no doubt huddled to discuss what to make of him now that they had parted ways.
It was nearing morning, and though it was chilly, it was nowhere near so cold as it had been in those woods. He kept walking, retreading the steps he’d been taking since he saw Steve walk away.
It was ridiculous, he knew. He needed to make a decision, choose where to go next, what to do with himself next.
He’d had plans, for the stone. He’d been an idiot to give it up like that. But then, he had no idea how much of history their little jaunt had changed here on Midgard. He had no real idea how much his plans to bring Frigga back would have changed, on Asgard.
But there was part of him that wanted to stick around-- to lay low while keeping an eye on Steve to be sure he didn’t suffer any ill effects from having spent so much time with Loki. To be sure his friends didn’t suspect or reject him, and to give Thor time to go back home, after Loki didn’t immediately do anything overtly evil and eye catching.
And so, with that goal in mind, he was skulking in the shadow of Avengers tower when he caught wind of trouble.
Trouble, in this case, appeared to be three men with other means of time distortion, who were interested in the stone for themselves.
Loki mentally slapped himself.
He’d used the stone, without Steve’s understanding or consent, to make a huge leap, and there had been immediate consequences in the form of shutting down power. Of course there would be those who could determine the source, and of course they would come looking for the stone.
The stone that Loki had handed Steve in a fit of self loathing.
And now he was unprepared and these three were after him, and who knew who else might be on their way or already here.
But at least, Loki thought, he was surrounded by his friends, the heroes-- it meant he was safer than he would be alone.
Only, when Loki made his way invisibly up to the floors he’d been accustomed to visiting, he found himself pinned to the wall with Barnes’s metal arm.
“Show yourself.” He snarled, followed, almost immediately by, “What the hell did you do with Steve? Where is he?”
Loki raised his hands, showing he meant not to fight back.
“I thought he returned to you last night. I came looking for him myself-- to warn him. He has the stone, and he’s being hunted.”
Barnes let go of his hold on Loki’s throat and stepped back, watching him wearily.
“JARVIS, is Steve in the building?” Barnes asked, eyes not leaving Loki’s.
“No sir. Captain Rogers has been missing since the attack two nights ago.”
Loki frowned.
“We returned last night-- the power outage. We have to find him.” Loki turned around and walked back the way he’d come, and Barnes stumbled to keep up.
“I am going to follow those who are tracking the stone. With any luck it will lead me to him. You gather your friends; I will be in touch in the event that we need backup. I’ll see him returned safely; I swear it.” Loki said, giving Barnes no time to interrupt or try to stop him.
“Got it.” He ground out, surprising Loki almost into stopping. But Barnes was already reversing course and talking to the AI about summoning the others, so Loki left it be.
He had more important things to focus on.
Like where Steve had gone, the night before, after Loki had left him.
Loki located the three men he’d noticed before with relative ease, and he studied their devices invisibly-- Steve was still, and close, and they were on their way to him.
Loki wouldn’t have it, and made short work of the men, before they could think to react, a knife in each of the first two’s backs, and a growled question in the ear of the third with a knife at his neck:
“Who sent you? Are there more?”
“The Collector. It’s-- it’s just us!”
Loki considered letting him go, sending back a message to the Collector, but he was familiar with the man-- ancient and powerful and stubborn. If he was told not to do something, it would make him go after it all the harder.
And so Loki slit his throat and let him fall, hoping the Collector might forget or lose interest, if he simply never heard back.
Loki recovered their tracker and followed it to an alley.
“You know, when I said you had better options, this wasn’t what I had in mind.” Loki drawled, to hide his nervousness.
He found Steve with his back to the wall, sitting down, head hanging. Immediately, he dropped the act.
“Steve?”
Steve looked up, his face exhausted and bruised. But he saw Loki, and smiled.
Then immediately winced at the pain it caused.
“Good t’see you.” He said, and Loki realized his lip was swollen as well.
“It looks like someone really did a number on you.” Loki said, kneeling to get on a level with him.
“Y’should see the other guy.”
Loki shook his head.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t think. They’re after the stone, again.”
“Yeah, figured that out m’self.”
“Why did you not call for your friends, your team?” Loki felt like he was whining, trying to make sense of it.
“I was looking for you, didn’t think you’d let me find you if I had them with me.”
Loki had to concede he might have been right, but that didn’t make it any better. He felt guilt worming through his gut.
“Well, I went to them this morning, looking for you when I discovered several men searching for the stone.”
Steve looked up, alarmed, and his eyes flicked behind Loki, towards the mouth of the alley.
“It’s alright. I saw to them already. But we should get you back to the tower. They were worried enough when we disappeared. When I returned without you…” He trailed off, and Steve winced again.
“Yeah, alright.” Steve spoke as he began to stand, then sucked in a pained gasp, and Loki caught him before he could fall back down, fully.
“I will carry you.” Loki said firmly, and when Steve opened his mouth to object, Loki shook his head. “Those are ribs, Steve, and your healing can only do so much. Come, let’s get you back.”
He lifted Steve and got him into a bride’s carry.
“Have you your phone?” Loki asked.
Steve patted at his pocket.
“Good. Let them know we are coming. I don’t want to be attacked for the state of you.”
Steve sighed, but fished the phone out, and Loki turned all eyes away from them as he made his way back, once more, into the den of his former enemies, for this man.
Stoki Whumptober Day 24: You’re Not Making Any Sense.
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They were able to travel forward the next day.
“I think it’s safer that we do this over the course of several shorter jumps-- we haven’t any idea how far back we’ve gone, and the last thing we want is to overshoot our present. So… I am going to say not more than a few hundred years at a time.” Loki explained.
Steve nodded, then spun to look around at their little shelter-- their home for the last few days. “You know, it’s funny, but I feel unreasonably attached to this little fort.” He told Loki, and Loki couldn’t help the fond smile.
“Well, it did likely save your life. Some attachment is reasonable.”
Steve turned back to him, one brow raised.
“I suppose that’s even more true of people, huh?”
Loki swallowed, his mouth feeling dry and his face feeling warm.
“I suppose it depends on the person. Ah-- shall we?” He lifted the stone and held his other hand out to Steve.
He took it, and squeezed Loki’s hand reassuringly. Loki smiled at him, then closed his eyes and reached out with his seidhr, trying to use his will and his power to shape and control the power of the stone, to coax it into doing what he needed it to.
The only problem was, the stone was stronger than him. Older. Much more stubborn.
But Loki remembered Steve, at his side, and firmed his resolve. He couldn’t falter in this, could not fail.
He felt the power of the stone moving up through his seidhr again, as it had done when he was fixing Barnes’s arm, and he could feel it more potently from the source, running through him. It felt as if it was setting his veins alight, sending electricity and fire coursing through all of him.
He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and screamed-- but didn’t let that stop him. Holding tight to Steve’s hand, he launched them both forward through the rift that his voice had somehow torn open.
They landed, sprawled on one another, on the floor of a forest much like the one they’d just been in. There were signs of life, though-- game trails and footpaths that cut through the snow, speaking of at least semi-frequent use.
Loki pushed himself upright, shivering as he finally let go of Steve’s hand and tucked the stone away into his pocket.
“Well. That was unpleasant,” He tried to say-- save that when he opened his mouth, all that came out was a croak.
He grasped at his throat, only now registering the agony of it.
His voice had been burned out by the stone’s power, which he supposed was good-- it had to come out somewhere, better there than his eyes.
But Steve was looking alarmed.
“Loki? Are you alright? You’re not-- you’re still you this time, right?”
Loki laughed, albeit soundlessly, and pointed to his throat, then shook his head.
“You can’t talk?” Steve asked, catching on blessedly fast. Faster than Thor would have, Loki was certain. He nodded.
“What-- uh, is it… is it permanent?”
That hadn’t occurred to Loki and he tilted his head, feeling around the edges of the injury with his seidhr. He put some of his gift towards helping along the healing process, and was glad to feel some small relief to the pain.
He shook his head no, then tapped his wrist, the way he’d seen Stark do.
“You just need time to heal.” Steve filled in, sounding relieved. “Okay. Good. I’m-- I’m glad. Alright-- well. Should we follow this, you think? Go in search of better shelter?”
Loki considered.
Their garb would no doubt be outlandish to any who saw them; as it was, he still wore Asgardian clothing, and Steve was in sweatpants, a thin shirt, and Loki’s jacket. Unless they wanted to be mistaken for Gods, or burned as witches, better to avoid the people of this time.
But that also meant they needed to be discreet insofar as building their shelter. Ripping trees in half was hardly quiet-- or subtle.
He tilted his hand as if balancing it, then pointed to the game trail-- which ran alongside the main path, but through the bush.
Steve frowned.
“You want to hunt-- what, deer?”
Loki huffed and shook his head.
He pointed at the path, then put his hand over his eyes, then pointed at himself.
“We can’t be seen.” Steve filled in, understanding dawning on his face. “But we should find somewhere safe to spend the night-- I assume both you and the stone need to recharge?”
Loki nodded at this.
“Okay, got it. So the game trail it is.”
They followed said trail for some ways, until it led to a small river that Loki didn’t think had been there when they’d camped in the dead of winter; it must be closer to spring now. There was still snow but it was patchy and dirty looking, and the water, though sluggish, was certainly running.
“You think it’s safe to drink?” Steve asked.
Loki looked back towards the path, which had widened into something of a road. It turned to follow the river downstream, which meant that whatever settlement it led to was also downstream, and so were any pollutants that came of it.
He nodded, grateful.
Rogers used his shield to scoop up some of the water and offered it to Loki, who drank greedily, the water spilling down his front as much as getting in his mouth, but that hardly mattered. He swallowed and relished the coolness on the inside of his throat.
Steve was openly laughing at him when he finished, and he scowled before lightly tossing the shield in his direction. Steve caught it easily, and fetched some water for himself.
While he drank, Loki saw a deer, a brave thing, venturing down for its own drink, upstream just a short way and on the opposite bank.
He carefully tapped Steve’s shoulder, then pointed.
“Oh, I didn’t realize there were actually deer.” Steve said, voice hushed.
Loki nodded, then, in a flash, embedded a throwing knife in its eye.
The deer screamed and Steve startled, but Loki was already crossing the stream to get to his quarry.
It wasn’t dead yet-- he pulled the knife out and slit its throat, putting it out of its misery.
“Wh-- why did you--?” Steve asked, looking queasy.
Loki pointed, then mimed eating, then pointed again, and pointed at the fur on Steve’s coat, then pointed a third time, and pointed in the direction that the road went.
“Wait, you want to… to sell or trade it or something?”
Loki nodded.
“I thought you didn’t want us to be seen, though?”
Loki shook his head. He pointed to himself, then his eye, then the road, then held up one finger.
“You want to see them first.”
Loki nodded, then gestured with his hands to create a little sparkle.
“Are you going to… bespell them?” Steve was frowning, already disapproving, and Loki sighed and shook his head.
He wiggled his fingers again, and pointed at the two of them.
“You’re going to bespell us-- oh, so that we fit in!”
Loki nodded.
“Great, that’s handy!”
Loki nodded, smug. Then he pointed at the deer, and then at Steve.
“You want me to carry it, I take it.” Steve sounded less enthused about this.
Loki pulled his knife free and took it to the water’s edge to rinse it off.
That done, he removed his cape and used it to fashion a sling, then, through a series of gestures, had Steve help him hoist the deer up to hang upside down and drain out a bit.
He didn’t want his coat covered in its blood if he could avoid it.
He got Steve’s attention, then pointed to himself, then to the road, and then he pointed to Steve and to the deer and to the ground on which they stood.
Steve’s brow creased, an increasingly familiar sign of his disapproval.
“If you scout ahead and get into trouble, how will I know? It’s not like you can call for help.”
That was...a fair point, Loki supposed. He wiggled his fingers again and shot off a few tiny green sparks, then pointed into the air.
“So I watch for those?” Steve asked, and Loki nodded.
For all that he was known for his words, and not particularly pleased to be without them, at least he was with someone intelligent enough to make it less painful than it would have been.
“I don’t like it, but I guess it’s the easiest way. Alright. But I mean it, the very first sign of trouble…”
Loki nodded and flapped his hand, waving off Steve’s worrying.
He followed the path, gratified to see the smoke from cooking fires off in the distance-- further than he necessarily wanted to go alone-- but he also saw a smaller spire of smoke from nearer.
He approached that one, cautious, and found what looked like a family at a semi permanent camp. Their structures looked made to be carried with them, but not so temporary as a normal camp. They’d set up several pieces of furniture, crafted with wood and weaving, and there was a woman cooking at a fire, which had been formed in an oven shaped of clay and built in place.
It was not the sort of thing one made for a day or two’s stay, but rather if one meant to be there for a time, but not permanently.
Loki located the man among all of this, and listened as they spoke.
It was not Steve’s language, he realized with a sinking feeling. And they looked little enough like Steve. That would complicate matters; he could understand them, but neither of them would be able to communicate effectively.
He silently made his way back. Steve was leaning against a tree, sketching on a small notebook that Loki didn’t think he’d noticed him having before, though he must have done.
The deer’s draining had slowed to a drip, and Loki waved when Steve heard him approaching and looked up.
“Any luck?” He asked. Loki nodded, and gestured between them, shifting both of their appearances to better match their soon-to-be hosts.
Steve looked surprised, then sheepish.
“Oh, native Americans. That makes sense. I wonder if anyone who looks like me has even made it here yet.”
That would actually be a useful means of measuring time, Loki supposed, provided Steve was even passingly familiar with his history.
She took away Steve’s illusory skin color, but left the clothing. Now at least he would seem of the time, but his skin would explain why he did not know their language.
“So your plan is to be my wife?” Steve asked, and Loki nodded, glad he’d at least realized the reasoning behind changing into a woman.
“That makes sense. It’ll seem less threatening too-- I assume it’s a woman?”
Loki held up his fingers, for five people, then pointed to herself, woman, two, Steve, man, one, then he put his hand at waist height, for children, and held up two fingers.
“A family?” Steve guessed, and Loki nodded.
“Well alright. Let’s go meet them.” Steve stood and Loki helped him pull the deer down and get it situated over his shoulder.
They reached the family’s camp again, and Loki gestured for Steve to wait, then walked ahead. She could understand them, and she looked the less threatening, the more familiar of the two.
She approached the edges of the camp, openly visible.
“Who’s there?” A woman called, and the man looked up, alarmed.
Loki gestured in a circle around her mouth, then gripped her own neck to further illustrate. She bowed his head.
“I don’t think she can talk.” The woman told the man.
He nodded. “I got that. Who’s that behind you?” He lifted his voice, calling out to Loki.
Loki looked back and pointed at Steve, then at herself, and crossed her fingers, hoping they would understand.
“Her mate?” The woman guessed.
“Seems so. Funny looking guy, but maybe that’s why they are on their own.”
Loki made a gesture to draw their eyes back to her, and she pointed at Steve, then at herself, and scooped both hands forward, as if in offering.
Then she pointed at the two of them, and then at the camp behind them, and made a gesture over her head, for a roof.
“Can you understand me?” The man asked, and Loki nodded yes.
Fortunately, that seemed to mean the same thing here as it did in her time.
“Do you need somewhere to stay for the night?”
Loki nodded yes again.
“Call your man.” The man answered, and Loki turned, gesturing that Steve should join her.
He closed the distance, and when he reached her, she stopped him and turned him so they could see the deer more clearly.
“That’s a lot of meat.” The woman pointed out helpfully. “More than two people can eat.”
Loki again made the gesture for a gift.
“I think that’s the exchange-- they need a place to escape the cold tonight, and they will give us the deer. Yes?” The man was looking at Steve, who was looking lost.
Loki waved to pull the man’s attention back to her.
She pointed at Steve, then made her hand into a mouth, and opened and closed it.
“You want me to talk?” Steve asked, and she nodded. “Oh, okay, uh, Hi, I’m Steve and this is Loki.” He said. She raised a hand; that was enough to prove the point.
“He’s from somewhere else.” The man said, staring uneasily at Steve. Loki nodded.
She made the offering gesture, then the gesture for shelter, then brought her hands to her face as if to eat.
“Your deer in exchange for a night’s sleep and a meal?” The man asked, and Loki nodded, giving him a hopeful smile.
He laughed.
“That is a good deal, I think. Though I warn you, my children will be pests about your man’s looks.”
Loki smiled wider at that.
“What’s he saying?” Steve asked, and Loki looked to him, trying to figure out how to explain. She made the short sign again, then pointed at him, then sketched a heart in the air.
Steve smiled and chuckled.
“Yeah, I’m good with kids. I’m happy to watch them, if that’s what they’re asking.”
Loki smiled; close enough, and turned back to the man. She nodded.
He made a welcoming gesture.
“Come in, then. We should begin to prepare the meat, if Kanti is to have it ready for eating tonight.”
Loki pointed at herself, then at the woman.
Kanti smiled. “Of course you can help. What can we call you?”
Loki tugged on Steve, then made the speak sign again, and pointed at herself.
“Loki.” Steve said, catching on and pointing at her.
“Loki.” Kanti repeated. Then she pointed at Steve, and mimicked Loki’s talking signal.
“Steve.” He said, tapping his own chest.
“Loki. Have Steve put the deer near the log?” The man requested, and Loki nodded.
She gestured, and Steve obeyed easily. She took a deep breath, glad that this was working.
She could not imagine that it would with anyone else.
A short while later, they were all around the fire, eating the soup that Kanti had made as well as the meat from the deer that they’d provided.
True to Machk’s promise, the children were chattering at Steve and demanding that he play with them. Meanwhile, Kanti and her sister, Hausis, were talking to Loki as if she were holding up her end of the conversation seamlessly. And she did her best, with gestures and facial expressions.
It was easy, and nice, and watching Steve with those children made her feel… incredibly fond.
“Don’t worry.” Machk said, breaking into her thoughts and surprising her. “I am sure you will have some of your own, soon. It is good not to have them while traveling, though. We travel very slowly, for it.”
Kanti smacked her husband lightly with some reeds from a nearby project, and Hausis laughed.
“It’s true. Still, we wouldn’t have it otherwise. You’ll get your own blessings, when you get where you’re going.” She promised, and Loki felt herself flushing, though she glanced back at Steve, still smiling entirely too wide, and met his eye. She turned back to their hosts and nodded.
Here’s a fic title. Tattletale. What would this fic be about?
Okay I first read tatertots, that’s because I’m hungry. I checked the definition of tattletale and I think Loki does that a lot, or at least a version of it, in the movies? He gossips things to manipulate people and get away with what he wants.
I’ve been liking a lot of Loki/Bucky and Loki/Steve, so I’d do a Loki/Steve/Bucky!
Loki somehow meets The Winter Soldier throughout the 20th century, then decides to help Steve find him. There would some Hydra killing involved and Loki going possessive over the two soldiers and trying to bring them away from Earth before Thanos arrives, which happens as well as you can imagine when he explains them why.
All Frost Shield art throughout the years. Very appreciative of it. :) Gotta clean out computer because graduation so I need to upload them for keeping. Thank you all for drawing my pon. <3
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And thank you to Stylus Draws, whos Tumblr I can’t remember. Also thank you to the stranger on multplayer drawing. :)
Steve stood abruptly, nearly knocking over the plate of half-eaten pizza on the coffee table in front of him as he sidestepped in front of Loki. Not that he could hide him, but if Romanoff was here to take him in, she’d have to go through Steve.
