#frostkeeper

[mistwhisperexpress]

Frostkeeper

Flowing manes and waving flowers.

[snickfic]

Loki rarepairs

Shadow Shows by scioscribe Heimdall/Loki, 5k. Asgard has very few resources, and desperate times call for desperate measures; or, Loki sneaks off to get gangbanged for the good of Asgard. I love the characterization here, where Loki finds the intersection of usefulness and his own self-loathing but he has people in his life who refuse to let him take that route any more than absolutely necessary. The little hints of Heimdall's perspective and his care for Loki are also really great, and I LOVE the hopeful note the fic ends on.

Red (series) by darlingred1 Natasha/Loki, 61k. Post-Ragnarok, Loki starts showing up where Natasha is, clearly wanting something. Friends, this is some exquisite femdom. The porn is good, the emotional dynamics are so carefully wrought and iddy as hell, the occasional intrusions of plot ground the porn and make it that much better, and eventually Natasha and Loki’s D/s relationship fixes Infinity War and saves the day. A delicious read. Tea with the Hatter (TGIF) by theorytale Loki/Tony, 61k. I liked the characterization and the dynamic between them, and I loved the psychology of the time loop and how it’s been affecting Tony all this time. I love that we get a Tony who’s already been stuck in time for who knows how long, who’s already clearly had his whole mental landscape warped by it.

[matttheratking]

If I (n)ever work on castle coffee just know that at least 45% of what Loki does is to get and keep Heimdall's attention and affection

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

An Anchor In The Darkness

Ao3

He wakes in the dark, clinging to his sheets, breath heavy, chest tight, just like always. He keeps his eyes squeezed shut for a long time. Too long. His heart beats faster and faster as the fear of what he might see when he opens them fills him. The dread nestles in his chest, dark tendrils curling around his heart and squeezing until he can barely breathe. Loki forces his eyes open, pushes himself so hard his nightstand slides three inches across the floor, and breathes out finally, hard, like he’s been punched in the chest.

What he sees calms him. It’s just his room. No stars, no debris, no broken spaceships, no one there to torment and torture him. Just his room. His small space that the avengers had been kind enough to let him have on earth. He hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t deserved it. But they’d let him stay all the same. Him, Thor, and all of their people. They’d given them a home. And he should feel safe. But he doesn’t.

He never does.

Not in the dark.

He closes his eyes again, they flutter back open almost immediately and he growls at himself in the dark.

“You’re being foolish. There’s nothing here.” He whispers to himself, slamming his hand against his mattress in frustration. He could do this all night. Has done this all night. Night after night, lying in the dark, refusing to turn on the light, he was bigger than that. He refused to let his memories win.

He laid there, staring at his wall in the dark, his eyes focusing and un-focusing on nothing in the darkness.

His hand clenched back around his sheets when he heard his door knob turn. He watched the sliver of light from the hall grow across his wall and then blinked once at the shadow that filled the patch of light. He watched the shadow stand there for a moment and then shut his eyes, knowing that he was hiding nothing. He couldn’t. Not from him.

He watched the light disappear through his eyelids and heard the door close. His bed dipped and he bit his lip gently to stop himself from gasping out the breath he was holding. No matter how many times he came to him, Loki would never be used to it.

~***~

It had started about a month after they’d gotten to earth. Thor, Loki, Valkyrie and Heimdall had all been offered rooms at the avenger compound, Loki’s place there had been more a mandatory thing, than an offer, but he’d accepted without argument. Valkyrie had declined, staying with the Asgardians until they got settled, not wanting to leave them without protection. Heimdall was always coming and going, he a had a place with the avengers, but was also at home with the Asgardians. He moved back and forth as needed.

A month after they were settled, he apparently decided he was needed in Loki’s room. He came in silently, as he always did, and settled on the bed next to Loki. He asked if he could stay, his words quiet, but seemed to ring out through the silence in the dark. Loki hadn’t trusted himself to speak, there was darkness curling around his heart and a sob lodged in his throat, strangling him. So he’d nodded. Heimdall’s hand had moved slowly to his shoulder. Loki jumped. Heimdall apologized. And then Loki had drifted off to sleep. He’d had no further dreams and woken to the sun shining through his window and an empty bed.

Every night since then, the nights when it was bad, when he struggled. When he woke up tangled in the violence from his past, Heimdall came to him. Silent and comforting.

~***~

He relaxed his hand as he felt Heimdall lean over him, knowing, as he always did, that Heimdall knew he was awake. But he still felt he must hide. Heimdall’s heavy weight settled down on him, warm and welcome, as it always was, but his silver tongue betrayed him. As it nearly always did.

“If you’re attempting to smother me the pillow might work more to your advantage.” Loki said, his voice tight.

“If I were going to smother you, you’d be dead already.” Heimdall said calmly, not at all phased by the man beneath him. His voice rumbled through Loki as he spoke and he bit his lip again. Harder this time.

“It was just an ob-“

“An observation, yes I know.” Heimdall said idly, not letting him finish. Loki huffed.

“You could try being…less observant.” Heimdall suggested, his hand moving to rest warmly on Loki’s shoulder. Loki’s eyes flutter closed as the touch and then snapped open again.

“Be less observant? That’s a tad bit hypocritical coming from you isn’t it?” Loki scoffed, moving his head a little, giving only the smallest motion to show that he was attempting to look at the man who had come into his room in the dead of night and settled himself on top of Loki like that was where belonged. Loki pushed away the voice in his head that kept telling him that maybe Heimdall did belong there.

“I can go if you’d rather.” Heimdall said, his voice a lower rumble than Loki recalled, he pushed himself up off of Loki. Loki’s eyes widened and he stared at Heimdall’s hand near his head. He watched the hand retreat and swiftly followed it with his own. His cold fingers wrapping around Heimdall’s wrist, he looked at the man in the dark, barely able to see anything but his eyes. Loki took a deep breath and shook his head, once again afraid to speak.

Heimdall hummed, pleased, and pressed his palm against Loki’s chest, pressing him back onto the bed. Loki pushed himself up a little, making more room for Heimdall. He saw the man smile at him before he lowered himself back onto Loki. He rested his head on Loki’s chest this time. This was new. He’d always laid on Loki’s back before. And Loki had never spoken before either. Something was different this time. Loki was certain it was him. And the feeling that was now twisting around inside him.

~***~

He was terrified of sleep. That’s what he refused to admit to himself. The darkness wasn’t just darkness. Loki knew that now. The darkness was full of monsters, of which he was the most insignificant, and they had more ways to hurt you than anyone could ever imagine. He would lay in bed and fall asleep. And then keep falling.

He’d fall from the Bifrost. He never should have let go. But he had. And he’d fallen, fallen into space, fallen from grace, he’d fallen in every sense of the word.

And then he had landed.

Been snatched from the stars, not by a savior, but by a sadist full of the darkest darkness Loki had ever seen. His eyes swam with it as he poked and prodded Loki like a toy. Sending him to Earth to do his bidding in the end.

He’d gotten away. That was what mattered. But the darkness. It echoed. The darkness echoed through his head, his owns screams drowning him in terror every time he fell asleep. He would fall and fall and fall. He lay in bed, floating through the horror and pain like a ship lost at sea.

~***~

Heimdall was an anchor. Loki blinked slowly in the dark, looking down at the man resting on his chest. He clenched his fist at his side and then slowly moved his hand up. He took a shaky breath and moved his hand over Heimdall’s hair, letting his fingers come to rest on his neck. He felt him shiver at the cold touch and nearly pulled away. He squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to keep his hand there. To be brave in the dark. Heimdall shifted, moving more of himself onto Loki and Loki felt warmth flow through his chest. The fear coiled there being pushed out.

He gasped openly when Heimdall moved his hand down Loki’s arm gently, slowly pressing his fingers between Loki’s when he reached his hand. Loki pressed his fingers gently against the man’s neck and gripped his hand firmly in the dark.

There was something he needed to say. To ask. But he was unsure. Unsure that he wanted the answer. Unsure that he wanted to voice his question and therefore bring yet another fear to light. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and forced himself to feel the weight of Heimdall on top of him, to feel everything that weight meant to him.

“Will you be here in the morning?” Loki whispered, his eyes squeezing tighter in the dark, lightening flashed behind them he was shutting them so tight.

“If you want me to be here, then I will be here.” Heimdall said. Like it was that simple. Loki opened his eyes, Heimdall’s warmth soothing him.

“Stay.” Loki said, simply. And then, after a moment.

“Please.”

Heimdall pushed himself up a little, Loki clasped his hand tighter, fearing that he was going to leave. The man looked at him, seeing him perfectly in the darkness no doubt. Loki felt warmth on his cheek as Heimdall cradled his face gently, brushing his thumb over Loki skin slowly.

“I will. Now sleep. I’ll be here. You’re not going anywhere. I’ll make sure of that, my prince.” His sentiment turning to a tease and dragging a surprised laugh out of Loki.

He settled down onto Loki once again, his weight a pleasant presence. His weight fighting off the feeling that Loki would simply float away in the night and disappear into the darkness again.

Loki lay in the dark, his eyes falling shut gently as sleep pressed in. He forced them open one last time, looking down at Heimdall in the dark.

“Thank you.” He murmured, his words heavy with sleep. He didn’t hear an answer, if there was one. All he heard was his own breathing mingling with Heimdall’s, the sound bringing him peace. Bringing him peace just as the man weighing him down did. Every night.

Heimdall comes to Loki in the darkness. And brings him peace.

[wnnbdarklord]

Three sentence fic continued

For nemithine, who wanted an AU with intersex jotun Loki having to decide who to marry for a treaty with Asgard. This one got away from me a bit, but I kept to the three sentence format. Hope you like it!

"Enough, Gallows God!" Laufey lets their ice knife dissolve at feeling the pressure of Odin King's spear at their throat, his one eye watchful, wary and weary.

"We shall talk," Odin says and the spear retreats.

xxx

Loki misses the comfort of their dam's hand on their shoulder the moment they step away to stand next to their "hosts" (jailers, thieves). As they are whisked away by the storm and fury of the Bifrost, Loki swears that they will never forget. And never forgive.

xxx

Not at all afraid of the bite of their touch, Frigga grips their arm, leading them away from the Dullards Four right before Loki would have ripped their throats out for the insult given to them.

"I knew your dam before the war, you know," she says and Loki's heart grows lighter at the sly look in Frigga's eyes.

In all of the Shining Realm, there is really only one worthy of that title.

xxx

Laufey had all but told Loki to snare the golden Crown Prince if they could.

"Is it true all Jotnar also have cunts cold enough to freeze cocks off?" Thor asks, his arm stifling across Loki's neck, his body an unwelcome heat against them.

Loki could snare him (pitifully easily), but they would die before letting that oaf touch them.

xxx

Loki is still too young to be wed off as the treaty demands, a small blessing in the gilded trap that is Asgard. But the whispers of Jotun whore and ergi already follow them and as much as Loki sneers and postures and proves them wrong (and refuses, utterly and completely refuses to shed their skin for something more comfortable for the Aesir), it gets exhausting. The only refuges they have found are the Queen's gardens, the library and the companionable silence of the Bifrost observatory.

xxx

"Volstagg the Voluminous tells me you can hear a grasshopper fart under the smallest leaf in the farthest Realm."

They don't often speak to the Gatekeeper and even when they do, he never ceases his duty, never looks away from the sprawling majesty of Yggdrassil before them both (if Loki could see all of it as he does, they are not sure they would ever stop looking either).

"Only if their flatulence threatens to cause forest fires," Heimdall says, his golden eyes finally sliding to them as Loki lets out a startled laugh.

xxx

Loki knows why the Queen keeps showing them Asgard - the merchants and craftsman, the wives and the children. the schools and places of entertainment. But all Loki can see are Jotunheim's ravaged gardens and homes, Jotunheim's dead and dying and starving, no more guilty of Midgard's invasion than the children running about their heels are. Still, Loki decides as the children laugh at the illusions they conjure for them, they will be more merciful than Asgard ever was.

xxx

Fandral's eyes widen as he stumbles away, handprint of blackened flesh stark against his face and Sif is nursing her own lips, chilled to the point of bleeding.

"My choice will be my own," Loki sneers and retreats (does not run, does not shake) to the Bifrost where they won't follow. They brush past Thor, ignoring his lewd entreaties.

xxx

Sometimes, Loki is allowed to send letters to their home of their continued studies and small, immaterial things. They receive similarly coded messages back, words which keep their heart cold and strong with the memory of home, words which remind them that whomever they decide to bind themselves to, their duty is to Jotunheim. But Loki holds Laufey's doubly encoded message closest to their heart (above all else and if at all possible, I wish for you to be happy, child).

xxx

"The Allfather has decided to hold a feast soon," Frigga says, many years later as they take their habitual walk through the gardens. Loki quells the first question on their tongue; they can guess why she is telling them about a particular feast out of the hundreds Odin One-Eye holds every year. But the sinking feeling in their gut is lifted at the mischievous grin on the queen's face and the now welcome warmth that comes with the press of her fingers against their arm.

xxx

"To the fairest!" Loki toasts, eyes glittering at the chaos that erupts.

Volstagg's bellow of claim is drowned out by Thor's drowned out by the bell chime of Sif's glaive meeting Fandral's sword. It does not end until the feasting hall is destroyed and all of Asgard knows of the privilege it would be to have Loki's cunt.

xxx

"Should I be honoured to be deemed the fairest?" Heimdall says, deep golden eyes gentled with humor.

"You should be honored I have chosen you at all, not worry whether you're the prettiest," Loki says, smile sharp and full of promises.

"But..." Loki rests a hand on the Gatekeeper's armor, admiring the contrast of deep blue against gold, "I do find you pleasing."

END

[aonorunic]

Frostkeeper Ficlet

Just a test to see how I felt writing this, and to see if anyone would like to see it expanded at some point.

Loki stared down at Hǫfuð where it disappeared into his chest. This end was unavoidable. The Norns had foretold their fates at the beginning of time. The Trickster’s body trembled. Long moments passed, the entirety of time between them, before those green eyes finally lifted. It was a child that stood before Heimdall then, the child he had watched grow to cause the destruction raging around them.

Loki slumped forward further onto the sword. Heimdall opened his arms to catch the Trickster, the only kindness he had ever shown Loki.

Loki returned the favor by slitting his throat. Heimdall didn’t even blink. He had known. What he had not anticipated were Loki’s last words. “Not again, Heimdall. Please, not again.”

At the end of all, golden eyes slid shut.

/

At the beginning of all, golden eyes opened. Words in a voice he had never heard before echoed in his ears. “Not again, Heimdall. Please, not again.” Through his long watch, those words stayed with him, but never could he identify the voice. Not until the small Jotun babe Odin had claimed as his own son grew into his silver tongue. 

[liemunade]

I don't ship frostkeeper although I find it an amusing venture. 

If I were ever going to write a fiction about frostkeeper I would start with a young Loki. He's probably under a century of age, there's still much to learn magic-wise. And he's likely very fascinated and yet equally intimidated by Heimdall and his ability to see all, whether it's the dew of morning dripping from a newly grown leaf of grass to the magnificent explosion of a star that others won't see the result of for many years. 

Being curious of Heimdall's ability, I bet Loki would make an occasional trek from the palace to the bifrost where he'd pester the god with his questions. "What's going on in Alfheim? With the vanir? What part of Midgard is snowing right now?" Things like that, since Heimdall could look and answer. Some questions, Heimdall would dismiss. Some he would address.

Eventually, Loki would become more selective of his questions. Since Heimdall would probably only entertain him with a few answers,--he's a prince and it's impolite to ignore a prince--Loki would ask questions the answers to which he'd really want to hear, as opposed to other things. This is the beginning of Loki's curiosity about the rest of the universe. 

Eventually, Thor would have trained long and hard enough to be deployed with the rest of Asgard's finest to settle battles and wars. And Loki would stay behind as always since he's too weak and his abilities with magic are overlooked as little tricks. Since Thor would be gone a long time, Loki would make the trek to the bifrost every few days to ask Heimdall how Thor was doing. And this would become the norm of many of Loki's visits. When Thor was away, his questions would be about Thor. When Thor was home, his questions would be about different realms of the universe.

Heimdall wouldn't admit it, but eventually he would start to look forward to the thin prince's visits. He doesn't have friends to speak of since he takes his job very seriously. He doesn't entertain others with answers simply because he doesn't have to and it wouldn't necessarily be considered rude if he ignored him. Most of Asgard is more focused on training than they are about the universe and the cultures within it anyway. Loki has a different set of eyes, very curious about many things. Sometimes Heimdall fears his curiosity will ruin him and for this reason, Heimdall would keep his answers limited and the information he does divulge would be miniscule. But still, Loki is the only one who makes the effort to visit him, regardless of the inconsistency of his visits. His questions are almost reflective of his own personality. 

Heimdall would never allow himself to express any emotions, he takes his job a bit seriously. Though if one could see inside Heimdall's head, one would say he probably started caring about Loki after many years of this ritual of visits and questions. When Loki finally demonstrates his independence to Odin, that he'd be able to handle himself in the other realms, and persuades Odin to let him leave Asgard, Heimdall would be mildly concerned. Instead of showing any sign of disapproval of the prince's wishes to travel, Heimdall would instead tell him of some places he'd likely be interested in. If the prince is going to leave, he might as well be insured some fun in his travels. He doesn't smile often, though when he does, Heimdall's glad to be able to see it, no matter where in the universe Loki is in. 

Loki's interest in Heimdall wouldn't turn into much else, other than some respect and admiration for Heimdall. He wouldn't say it, but he appreciates the time Heimdall gives him. He was never bratty enough to push rank or title on Heimdall, throwing it in Heimdall's face that Loki was a prince and so it would be in Heimdall's best interest to answer his questions. And for that reason, Heimdall felt a little more inclined to answer his questions and a bit of respect. 

[aomaoe]

I PROMISE I WILL COLOUR THIS SOMETIME (probably when I wake up or somethin')  AHH when it's not you know. 6 am LMAO.