#vilefangirl

[dominionexchange]

TITLE: Self-Exiled

ARTIST: @vilefangirl

RECIPIENT: @herbeloved82

WARNINGS: n/a

SUMMARY: Michael, looking pensive and perched on a rock by the ocean. His wings are unfurled, and he's wearing his grey coat from season one.

[hatedrival]

Replying over here...

DAMN, SAME HERE, re: Claire/Zoe - who clearly have a history!!!! - and Gabriel/William - wow, thanks for the new worship kink!!!! And Gabriel/Nero(sp?), the ship that lasted 5 seconds.

Ooh, I hadn’t yet given thought to OT3s… Tell me more. :0

Earlier today I wrote an epic summary JUST ABOUT MY BROTHERFEELS in an attempt to get wrecked-anon to join the party! I AM SO READY. I AM SO READY. TO BE DEVASTATED.

I’ve already sketched out like two fanmixes. I’m so far gone. I feel like this is my divine retribution for insulting the show back in May.

[kyrilu]

to vilefangirl and wrecked-anon, because the other post was getting kinda long. /o\

I SAW THAT SUMMARY. A+ introduction to the tragic brothers that are Gabriel and Michael.

Well, mostly, my main OT3 thoughts are around Michael/Alex/Noma, but Michael/Alex/Gabriel is another one; calllay wrote a wonderful fic about it over here and she’s also written Michael/Alex/Ethan.  And,  hmm...I’ve considered Alex/Claire/Noma, because Noma totally guarded Claire, too, and a loyalty kink from Noma → both Alex and Claire would be interesting to see. And I may have thought of Alex/Gabriel/Noma while Alex and Noma were up in Gabriel’s aerie those three months. /o\

And ha, yeah, Dominion is totally does look like a ridiculous mess if you look at it from other angles (exhibit a: the more-than-occasional cheesiness; exhibit b: the accents), but IDEC, it’s so much fun anyway.

Looking forward to seeing your Dominion fanmixes, omg. Are they for Alex/Michael? :)

wrecked-anon

Alas, here I am. Trying to figure out how to watch the first season like sup i am adrift and in need of a fandom. Miss y’all <3

ALLY. ALLY, COME JOIN US. Dominion really is tropey and slashy and the brother feelings are intense. It is seriously my main fandom right now and I love the whole canon to pieces. /o\

Gabriel and Michael things to say: Gabriel and Michael make excellent contrasts to each other - Michael was created to be a weapon and he’s been called ‘the Sword.’ And Gabriel is ‘the Heart’ (I am not making this shit up, no, really). When it comes to personality, Michael is a ‘tempest in a bottle,’ broody and snarky and solemn on the surface, but capable of violence as much as Gabriel. And Gabriel is grandiose and sentimental all at once. It’s Michael who decides to side with the humans, while Gabriel wants to destroy them, and the beautiful thing is that they really, truly don’t want the other one dead even if they’re on opposite sides. 

Also, by the way, Gabriel and Michael used to be mindbonded, but somehow, it got broken. So it’s very sad and if mindbonds are your thing, then this may be relevant to your interests. 8)

Bb, I am about to make a post pointing people where/how to watch Dominion. I’m going to edit in the link here in a second, if you decide to take a look. :D ETA: HERE IT IS

I miss you, too. <333

[sparklyslug]

vilefangirl: I send you pictures of puppies and you ask me to beta smut?

Me: this is not beyond the realm of possibility for us.

[sparklyslug]

winter soldier reactions: quorum edition

me: BUT SAM AND STEVE I AM ALL ABOUT THAT NOW

vilefangirl: youuuuuu should put that in Quorum.

vilefangirl: Mayor Steve Rogers, and his boyfriend Sam Wilson.

me: But Steve's with Peggy in the Quorum universe.

me: And SOMEONE has to be straight in this story

vilefangirl: Thor's straight. That's enough.

[novacorps]

I'M GONNA SHIP A TREE AND A RACCOON GDI

-vilefangirl on Guardians of the Galaxy

[sparklyslug]

(a continuation of this, and this whole crazy thing starts here)

After what;s probably something like a week, Loki's still jittery as hell. Not so much when they're plodding through snow or clambering over razor-sharp rocks (and what the fuck is up with this planet okay). He doesn't think twice about turning his back on Tony when they're walking under the sun (watery and weak under almost constant cloud cover, but it's there). He's pretty free in how he touches Tony (which, okay, increasingly distracting and not something Tony wants to think about), guiding him by the arm around obstacles, pulling him out of snowbanks (so. many. snowbanks.), shoving him bodily behind him so Tony isn't between him and that monster which was like 30% body and 70% teeth. And clinically, passionlessly running a hand over Tony's back and skull, checking for damage even though it was the frost giant who was steeped in black blood up to his elbows, spattered over his bald head and freckling his cheeks. 

He doesn't mind when Tony touches him, either. Doesn't react much when Tony jabs an elbow at him at the punchline of a joke (which admittedly was kind of not that funny). Doesn't jerk away when Tony offers him a hand over a tricky patch of territory, and takes it even though he's proven repeatedly that he's more than a match for the puny 'Midgardian' strength-wise (again, the thing with the teeth). 

So of course, when it happens, it's not when Loki's been fighting off sleep for as long as he can. It's not when he's put himself between Tony and the way out of whatever cave or hollow they've managed to find. It's not when he's drifted off with a long spike of ice resting in each hand. Tony's an offensive guy to be around, he doesn't set people at their ease, he's been told that plenty. But he does his best, tinkering with the suit and trying to get it operational again, at least partially. By the time they settle in he's pretty talked out, which, right, shocking, but he hums a little under his breath sometimes, snatches of "Money Talks" or something that could be Black Flag but could be something else, sometimes a few old Sinatra jams that his mom had liked.  

None of it gets Loki to relax any. He might look at Tony with something like surprise, something like interest (though that's not quite the right word for it, really). But after dark, nothing Tony does can get Loki to shake his wariness. The fear from the first night, where even a wholly unimpressive pink guy who can't even survive in the snow on his own is somehow a credible, frightening threat, that never really goes away. 

At night, Loki is always ready. Not just for Tony. But for anyone. 

So when they come, of course it's morning. It's bright. Tony's managed to make Loki laugh (this one was worth it, since Tony's actually realized that Elizabethan bawdy jokes are apparently the very height of Jotun—Jotnar, Loki keeps correcting him— humor). The suit drifts lazily a little ways behind them, and Tony tinkers with the gauntlet he's detached from it as they walk. Less certain of making it function and more in need of something to do as they walk. 

And the frost giants appear out of fucking nowhere. 

But that's not exactly how things happen, really. 'Came out of nowhere' is a survivor's parlance, a phrase that sticks after the fact when you've witnessed something so insane that only cliches will fill the gaps made by panic. So at the time, Tony knows exactly where they come from. Three of them, so big that Tony barely clears the ribcage of the smallest among them, and they burst out of the snow around them. Two on the left, on Loki's side. One for Tony. 

Tony's first act is evasion. Which is the clever strategic term for letting out a strangled shout and promptly slipping on the ice below him. He lands hard on his right knee and gasps, but turns out that his 'evasion' was a good call. Since a giant fist swishes over where his head had been. He brings the gauntlet up and around with the fluid ease of muscle memory, and the frost giant is close enough for Tony to press his metal-covered palm to his chest.

Tony can feel the terrible chill coming off his bare skin, count the raised lines sweeping down from his collar bone to converge on his sternum and radiate out from there again. Can smell his sweat, which is surprisingly not unlike the smell of human sweat. 

He doesn't feel the cold until after the repulser has, incredibly, fired. The giant is blown back with a howl, and Tony curls over his hand, which has gone from somewhat cold to completely fucking numb. 

Eyes watering from the cold or the pain, he looks over at Loki. Who is. Who. 

Well, Tony knew what he could do (the thing with the teeth). Knew that he was ready for something, and has caught on pretty quick that this, or something like this, was it. 

Tony admittedly wasn't prepared for the sight of Loki like this. 

One of the giants is already dead, for starts. A spike of ice as big around as Tony's thigh is sticking out of his chest. Loki's taken the fight off the level track where they'd been walking, and is tangling with the remaining giant in utter silence. Teeth bared, face animated in a silent snarl that takes everything that Tony had started to see as human in his face and rips it inside out. The magic that Tony's seen just in flashes ripples through the air around him, sliding over his shoulders and rippling out from his fingers in waves. It's rough, it's unschooled, it's sloppy as hell, but it's power. 

And Loki, looking pitifully small before this giant who is easily twice as wide as he is, is willing. 

Has won, between one breath and the next. And the giant falls. No ice, this time. He just falls. 

Loki runs the back of his arm across his mouth, breathing heavily. He stumbles once. Sways. And stands steady. He turns, and looks at Tony. From this little distance Tony shouldn't be able to see his eyes. Maybe the light catches them funny, maybe the sun's a little stronger this morning than it has been. But Loki's red eyes, always hard to look at directly, guaranteed to win him any staring contest pretty much ever because wow that's creepy, lock on Tony.

And Tony can't look away. 

Which is why he hears it before he sees it, and sees Loki's eyes snap over Tony's shoulder before he starts scrambling over the ice and snow towards him. Ungraceful, wobbly, Loki almost falls and shouts over at Tony (the first sound he's made since they've appeared?)

"Turn around!"

Tony whips around, and the giant he'd blasted away is up. Not doing so hot, with an ugly streaking burn across his chest where Tony had repulsored at him, but he's up. And safe to say, he's pretty mad. 

Loki reaches him first, being marginally less fucked up than the giant. Tony's trying to get his arm up, trying to force his left hand to move, to work, but it's clenched itself into a claw just from touching the thing through the metal of his gauntlet, and won't cooperate. 

"Do something," he hisses at Loki, who is leaning against Tony's back and shoulders as though he can't support his own weight. 

"Would if I could," Loki wheezes. "Fool."

The giant has oriented on them now, and with a howl of pain and rage is up. He's maybe fifteen feet away. 

"Unless," Loki's breath is just cool against Tony's neck. "Unless."

Ten feet away. 

Loki pulls Tony's arm up, one hand on his wrist and the other on Tony's shoulder. 

Five feet. 

It lashes through his arm, and Tony screams. But whatever it is, that power that had looked so pretty when it flowed over Loki but might actually be lighting Tony's bones on fire right now, connects to the gauntlet. His fingers fly open, and the repulsor explodes out from him. 

The frost giant just explodes. 

After a silent moment that's just breathing, Tony's knees give out. Loki crumples with him, until Tony's more or less sitting between his legs, Loki's hand still locked around the wrist of his left hand. He lets it go when Tony draws it into his chest, trying to suppress a string of whimpers and utterly, completely failing. 

"Oh," Loki wheezes. "You're fine." His head drops to rest against Tony's shoulder. 

"Fuck you," Tony says. "You… you…"

Loki huffs a breath against Tony's back, which could be a laugh. Could be just trying to get his breath back though. 

Either way, they sit there for a long time. Tony's hand is fine, more or less, by the end of the day. Not that he'd give Loki the satisfaction of telling him so. 

"And?" Tony says, the first thing he's said in hours, once they've found themselves a nice lovely cave as far as they possibly could get from their morning hidey-hole. Which wasn't as far as Tony would like, but they're both still pretty wrecked. 

Loki doesn't pretend not to know what he's talking about. Probably is just too tired. That power is pretty useful, clearly. But using it like he had has wiped Loki out, and he looks pale and glassy-eyed. He looks evenly at Tony. 

"Laufey is my father. He wished me dead, his heir, born… as I was," one hand lifts in a vague gesture. He grins sharply. "I haven't been so obliging."

"Oh," Tony says. There are more questions, a shit ton of them, but all he can think to say for now is "huh."

When they sleep, Loki drops off first. And he lies down next to Tony. Not touching him. But close enough to. Close enough for Tony to touch him, if he wanted to. If he did he could get an improvised ice sword right up under the chin. But maybe he wouldn't. Maybe Loki would just open his eyes and look at him like he had on the road that morning. 

Tony watches Loki breathe. And falls asleep before he decides whether or not it's worth the risk. 

[sparklyslug]

(womp womp should have said earlier, continued from this)

"So yeah, Asgard. I've actually never been there before, but still had a pretty good idea what I was in for. Since the last time Thor stopped by I slipped a bug on him. Not to brag, but yeah I developed a bug that could function inter-dimensionally. Or across space. Whatever. Point is, I got ears in on all of the Asgardian happenings. Which was mostly partying, since that's I guess what you do on Asgard. So the audio I picked up was mostly a little… umm.. garbled. And the thing got really fuzzy whenever Thor used his hammer. At all."

Tony shifts the rough bag of his new frost giant buddy's scrolls and books, and clears his throat. His nose is running like crazy, but he hasn't got any hands free to wipe. It's really starting to bother him. 

"So if I wanted to keep bugging the guy, there were going to have to be some pretty big fixes next time around. And the bug functioned in other dimension space things, but didn't exactly transmit, so as soon as he broke atmo over Earth the data got dumped right into the middle of a lot of code which had to be entirely rewritten, to make sure there weren't any lingering traces of drunk Asgardians fouling it up. I thought it would be easier next time to just invite myself along. Which, you'll be surprised to know, is not how this trip turned out."

He sniffs. 

Loki, his new buddy, his new pal, just glances at him for a moment before turning his attention back to the suit. Which is being used as a sort of plow, lifted up by an invisible force and pushing the snow ahead of them up and away so they can make their way through the massive drifts. They've been walking for hours, and Tony can't detect any strain on Loki's part as he does this. Tony's the one who's winded, red-faced, and constantly sinking up to his waist in snow. 

"I assumed that you were happiest running along on your own," the frost giant says casually. "Though if you'd like me to make up some words and string them together into nonsense phrases, I could certainly come up with something."

He blends in, out here. The evolutionary necessity of blue skin makes sense when seen in the context of his surroundings, as Loki moves between sharp, deep purple crags and seems to vanish as he slips in and out of the shadows of the snow. What makes less sense is how he can do all of this stripped to the waist and in bare feet, protected only by the ridges of mossy green across his forehead and shoulders. But then, there's a lot about Loki that doesn't exactly stand up to scientific observation. 

Tony scowls. "You think everything I've been saying is nonsense?"

"Isn't it?"

"I'm not making it up! These are real concepts, real things."

"You just told me that you planted a bug on Thor, the son of Odin. That it somehow clung to him during the return trip from Midgard. And survived for weeks, surviving his contact with that hammer, all without food or leaving his side, or even biting him. Which, if I were a bug, I would find irresistible. And then it returned with him to earth?"

Tony considers this. "So your takeaway from everything I've just said is that I am able to train actual living multi-legged bugs to do my god-stalking work for me."

"No," Loki says, casually gripping Tony by the elbow and lifting him with disconcerting ease out of the patch of snow he's sunk into up to his knees. "My 'takeaway' is that you're either an idiot, or a liar."

"Plenty of people would be too happy to side with you on that one. Either option, really," Tony says. "But yeah, suddenly not feeling like unpacking 200 years of technological innovation for you. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Well, what about Laufey?"

Loki falters, or rather, the suit does. It slips, and the mound of snow that it had been driving before it slips too. It hits Tony's chest with enough force to send him down on his ass.

The snow isn't soft, it isn't comfortable. Mostly it freezes, soaking and chilling him through an undersuit which was fucking designed to withstand the temperature of space. Or what little of it the suit couldn't compensate for, which as it turns out was actually quite a bit of it. It isn't possible that Jotunheim is colder than space. But it sure as shit feels like it right now. 

"Ah," Loki says, which is probably all Tony's going to get by way of apology. But he reaches down and takes Tony by the arm again, hefting him to his feet and appraising him from head to toe. "Perhaps that's far enough for one day? If we find shelter for the night, perhaps some of this will melt by tomorrow."

"Really?" 

"No. I was trying out your little lie-game. How was my performance?"

"Fantastic," Tony growls. "You win. As your reward, you get to find us someplace to dry off and sleep."

Loki laughs. The snow takes the sound, deadening any echo in the walls of white rising around them. But Tony gets it, clear and rough and too short. 

"Very well," Loki says. "I accept my reward."

Tony shifts the bag on his shoulder again. And wonders if maybe he's getting a fever.