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@thegoodshiplulo
So… It’s been a while. It’s been a LONG while. While the Captain departed the writing team, I’ve still been working on it, albeit slowly. I was recently reminded that this story was gathering dust, so I pulled it out and read through all my notes. Since I’m restructuring The Plan anyway, I though I’d let you weigh in on this: should I continue the slowburn (at an accelerated rate) or should I speed to the good romancey bits? Your opinion will be taken into account!
So... It's been a while. It's been a LONG while. While the Captain departed the writing team, I've still been working on it, albeit slowly. I was recently reminded that this story was gathering dust, so I pulled it out and read through all my notes. Since I'm restructuring The Plan anyway, I though I'd let you weigh in on this: should I continue the slowburn (at an accelerated rate) or should I speed to the good romancey bits? Your opinion will be taken into account!
There's Norway in Hell This Could Ever Work Out: Sunday, "Ha En Fin Dag"
Sunday
A band of warmth across his face woke Loki. He blinked blurrily, squinting at the sunlight that seeped through the space between his curtains. He groaned and rolled over, but now that he was awake he knew he wouldn’t get back to sleep. With a great sigh, he sat up and rubbed his eyes before getting out of bed. His jaw popped as he yawned, stepping over Fenrir as he entered the kitchen. Thor entered the kitchen soon after him and ruffled Loki’s hair as he passed him on his way to get a plate. Loki scowled, but it was ruined by another yawn.
He accepted the plate of cheese and ham, some lettuce and sliced tomatoes off to one side, from Frigga with a smile and murmured 'good morning' then took his customary seat at the table. Thor thumped into place beside him, nearly a tankard of orange juice in the hand not holding his loaded plate.
"(What are your plans for the day, brother?)" Thor inquired between bites. Loki swallowed his mouthful before answering.
"(Homework, mostly. I have a still-life due in advanced 2-D on Tuesday that I’d like to get done today, as well as math and biology.)"
"(I am so glad to not have to do homework ever again, though I never had to do as much work as you have to do here,)" Thor said, stealing a tomato slice off Loki's plate. Loki retaliated by taking a slice of cheese off Thor's plate, which still had enough food on it for Loki to consider it a hearty meal, for all that Thor was only halfway done with what he had taken.
"(Yes, but you have to do taxes, which are just as bad as homework.)"
Thor chuckled and gently bumped shoulders with his brother, digging into his breakfast with zeal, though he did savour each bite. He could afford to take the time today, since it was his day off.
Loki finished his food and rinsed his plate in the sink. He filled Fenrir's dish with kibble, scratching the dog's head as he came to eat his breakfast. He lightly thumped Thor's shoulder as he passed on his way to the stairs, easily dancing out of range for Thor to flick him in the side in return. The blond's booming laughter followed him upstairs.
Loki wondered if it would be tempting fate to include the Isete Kiste - what he was calling his new blue box - in the still life he had to do for art class. He didn’t think Mr. Mendez would turn him in, or even know to turn him in, but he decided that the risk of evidence wasn’t worth it. Besides, he kind of wanted to keep it to himself. Instead, he arranged a few objects he had brought with him from Norway on his desk and positioned his chair in the middle of his room, a large sketchbook balanced on his knees.
The steady motions of his pencil on the paper lulled him into a sort of trance, thoughts emptying from his head like snow melting under the sun’s glare until there was none left. Here he drifted for much of the morning, his world only consisting of the paper and the objects he was drawing, until tapping at his door brought him out of it. He inspected what he had done and found it satisfactory before answering the summons.
Frigga stood on the other side of the door and she smiled warmly at him when he opened it. “(Lunch is ready, Loki.)”
“(Okay, I will be down soon.)” She nodded and turned to go back downstairs, leaving a faint floral scent like spring from her perfume in his doorway. Loki washed his hands, scrubbing graphite off his fingertips, before heading downstairs. Lunch was a light meal of sandwiches and a small bowl of salad. Thor was already downstairs, eating his portion. Sounds from the television in the living room suggested where Odin was. Loki was glad his adoptive father would not be joining them for this meal: his day had been pleasant so far, and he did not want it spoiled. Lunch was a relaxed and quiet meal, a comfortable warm silence enveloping the kitchen, only pierced by the occasional explosion from the television. Loki finished quickly, before the peace could shatter, and went back upstairs to resume his homework.
He was nearly done with his sketch when a light tapping on his door got his attention. He looked up as Thor peered in, a wide grin on his face.
“(Thor?)”
“(Prepare yourself, my brother. We go to war on the Ice World.)” He shut the door when Loki’s grin mirrored his.
Setting aside his sketchbook, Loki rolled over to where his laptop was set up on his desk. He pulled up the game Realms of Combat, an online multiplayer game Thor had gotten him hooked on. They fought as a team, usually, as well as some of Thor’s friends in Norway when they could. They were currently on the Ice World expansion and preparing to battle the massive Frost Giant army and defeat their king. It looked like others of their team were already there and ready to go. Loki settled the headset over his ears and turned on his microphone.
Thor was already on and wishing his friends a good afternoon.
“(It is night, here, Thor,)” Fandral replied, his amusement clear even through the static of his low-quality mic.
“(Regardless, it is a good time for battle!)” was Thor’s rejoinder. Loki rolled his eyes and could almost hear the others doing the same.
“(Hello, Loki,)” Sif said pleasantly. She had always tolerated him the most out of Thor’s friends, accepting him at least somewhat into their group and helping him when he was too little to keep up with Thor’s long strides.
“(Well met, Lady Sif,)” Loki replied with a grin.
"(Let us defeat the King and be rid of these monsters once and for all!)" Thor crowed into his mic. They all selected the proper quest and set off for the palace marked in red on their mostly blue and white maps, battling small enemy groups along the way that got bigger the further they ventured into enemy territory.
Thor and Loki faced off against the Frost Giant King. The others were either battling other enemies, or waiting for Loki to gather enough points to heal them back to life. Footsteps stomped by in the hall, but Loki paid them no mind. They passed his room, anyway, so obviously of no concern to him. He grinned as Thor let out a loud whoop, landing a solid hit on the King. Suddenly, his character paused, rustling over the speaker indicating he moved his mic before muting it. His voice as well as his father's rose, heard through the walls. Odin was arguing with him about wasting his time with the game, and being loud about it as well -Thor rarely censored his volume around friends unless reminded, and was even louder when excited. Loki tuned them out and took out the Frost Giant King while Thor was busy, a wide malicious grin on his face as his character's spear pierced the monster's chest.
"(You should not play such childish games,)" Odin bellowed, "(and you distract your brother from his work!)"
Loki rolled his eyes, but let a tiny smile lift his lips as Thor defended himself and Loki. Soon, Frigga came upstairs and guided Odin back to bed, or something; Loki didn't care where he went, just that it was now quiet and Thor's character unpaused.
His older brother let out an undignified whine when he realized the battle was won already, but he congratulated Loki on a magnificent kill. They did a couple of small side missions before Frandral, Volstagg, and Hogun logged off. Sif stayed on to chat with Thor, so Loki politely said his goodnights and logged off.
Stretching, he looked at the time. Deciding there was plenty of time, he went downstairs and whistled for Fenrir, scrolling through music on his mp3 player. Taking his dog for a walk always relaxed him. Especially now that he had happy memories of his dog and his new friends. He let the wolfhound lead him around as he got lost in thought, music drowning out any outside noise. It was only after he noticed the sun beginning to set that he turned them back toward the house. He let Fenrir loose from his leash and added more water to his bowl before returning upstairs to get more homework done.
Dinner was ready soon after. Thor gave Loki a hearty slap on the back for his in-game victory, grinning, before he took the steps down two at a time, practically sliding down the bannister. Loki shook his head with a fond smile, taking a more sedate pace to the table.
As always, dinner was a quiet meal, the consumption of food broken by "(pass the salmon)" or "(where is the salt?)". Conversations, if any were attempted, were always strained and made the food taste like cardboard, so it was better to just stay silent.
After his belly was full, Loki excused himself from the table. He dumped the extra food from his plate to Thor's, earning a quick puffed-cheeked grin from his brother, as his mouth was too full of food to speak. Loki washed his plate and silverware, then returned to his room.
He worked for a while more on his homework. Thor clomped up the stairs some time later, shutting his door with a jarring thud. Loki could hear him talking to himself, perhaps going over whatever paperwork needed to be done, perhaps just talking to himself. The rumble of Thor's voice soon took on that annoyingly sappy tone he used whenever he was calling his new girlfriend, Jane. Loki sighed and dug in his backpack for his mp3 player, frowning when he didn't find it. Oh, wait. His face cleared when he remembered it was downstairs on an endtable, dropped there after a walk with Fenrir. He trotted downstairs to retrieve it.
Sighting it quickly, he picked it up and scrolled through his music, decided what to listen to before he went back upstairs. A groan from the armchair made him stiffen and silently curse. Of course he would be down here. Loki resolutely ignored him, focusing on the titles scrolling by.
"(Who-? Oh, it's you.)" Odin coughed thickly as he came out of a light doze. His tone was infuriatingly neutral.
Loki grit his teeth and muttered, "(Go back to sleep, old man.)"
"(You were such a delightful child,)" was the non-reply; not that his aged hearing could have picked up on what Loki said under his breath, let alone when his brain was swimming in chemicals from the medication, "(I don't know where your mother and I went wrong to make you what you are today.)"
He sounded so...disappointed. Loki nearly cracked the screen while selecting an artist. "Bet you wish you'd never adopted me," he spat in English as he passed, shoving his earbuds in.
Odin sighed, eyes unfocused on the space Loki had been occupying when he'd woken up. "(Still... With whatever faults you have, I am glad you are my son.)"
Loki didn't hear: music blared from his earbuds as he stomped upstairs.
Odin muttered softly as he shifted in the chair, falling back to sleep.
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Author’s Note:
I did a Thing
Norwegian help?
Hello! I have just started reading your story, and I think it’s great :) but I noticed that you where looking for some help with the Norwegian language, and since I happen to be Norwegian I thought I could help you out (if you still want/need it). So if you have any questions about Norway or Norwegian you can just mail me and I’ll see what I can do?
~Emilie
So, first of all, thank you for reading our story and messaging! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
Thank you so much for the offer! My co-writer, The Captain, and I have been in discussion and she will be lessening her involvement to this story. I will still be writing it, but it will take me longer to complete chapters. I would appreciate any help you can give, and will definitely ask you questions I may have about Norwegian as a language and the culture of Norway. Please message me if you see something you think is REALLY out of character for a Norwegian, or errors in explanations or in general.
I would respond to you privately, but there is no way to do so with submissions. Is there a particular way you wish me to contact you with? If so, leave a message with is in my inbox and I'll make sure I save it.
Again, thank you so much for the offer to help, I really appreciate it!
Well. This is embarrassing.
/wipes off dust, taps microphone nervously/
Erm, hello everyone. If you are still following after that unexpectedly long absence, I thank you and commend your loyalty and perseverance. If you chose to unfollow, I totally understand. We've been gone for a long time.
In that time, a discussion has been had, prompted by a recent message. While I am still interested in writing this (rather extensive) story, my co-writer -known here as The Captain- has lost the enthusiasm and drive to write this story. She will still consult with me on ideas, but from this point on, I will be writing solo.
So, I have been reevaluating how to tackle this tale. Chapter styles will likely change a bit in the future. For now, I have a chapter ready to post that was written an embarrassingly long time ago but had still needed to be polished. I will post it within the week, but updates after that will unfortunately be sporadic. I intend to at least finish this story, hopefully write all the stories of this universe we had planned, but it will take some time. Your patience and encouragement are greatly appreciated, and I thank you for sticking around so long.
Sorry for the wait,
GoodShip
hello! i noticed that the pair of you have not been around for a long while and i jsut want to check that everything's okay and you are both doing well. that is all. iluguys a lot. baiii <3 <3
GoodShip says:
Holy cow, it HAS been a really long time since we posted!! We are so so sorry! I promise, we're both fine. A lack of inspiration and time coupled with real world stress put me in a serious writer's block for a long time. The next chapter of Norway in Hell is about 80% written, for anyone still even interested. I intend to see it through, but please be patient. We have elaborate plans for every plot point....except for the stretch of time we're currently writing. ^^;; at the very least, we'll post some things for the 2 year anniversary of this ship (I feel so awful I missed posting on the first year anniversary!)
Thank you to everyone who has stuck around with this little ship. and thank you, eattheclones, for being concerned about our welfare. <3 <3 <3 <3 you are a sweetie and I appreciate it.
When someone starts to ship a couple because of you
@LuceWriter17
There's Norway in Hell This Could Ever Work Out: Saturday, "Another Stolen Relic"
Saturday
The bell over the door jingled as Lucifer entered. He easily spotted Lilith at their normal table and gave her a nod before going to the counter to order a drink. Tosh gave him a broad grin and he rolled his eyes; she probably knew all about his day with Loki yesterday. He gave her a long-suffering look and she seemed to perk up even more, her voice annoyingly chipper. She happened to glance down at his hands while he signed the receipt and noticed a flash of faded black ink.
“What’s that on your hand?”
“What?” Lucifer opened his hand and glanced down— then quickly closed it into a tight fist when he remembered who had written what on his palm.
Tosh seemed to pick up on his sudden panic, as she smirked knowingly. “Well?”
“It’s, uh, it’s nothing,” he managed to get out without stuttering. Tosh could tell he was lying, but she didn’t say anything more. He moved away from the counter and slumped into his chair across from Lilith. The blonde raised her eyebrows over her drink, sipping it before smirking at him.
“What was Tosh so smiley about?”
“Absolutely nothing,” he opened up his phone, hoping she would drop the subject. Of course, it was a futile hope and he knew it. She saw the scrawled words on his hand when he typed a reply to Loki’s most recent text. Like a frog catching a bug on its tongue, her hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, a manic grin spread across her face. He yelped at the sudden hold and clenched his fist tightly, hiding the words with his fingers.
“Ah-ha! I thought I saw something on your hand last night!”
“Even if you did, what’s it to you?”
“C’mon, Lucifer! What’s on your hand?”
“It’s nothing. Seriously, let go, Lilith.”
“If it were nothing you would let me see it. What could be so embarrassing that you would--” Her sly grin morphed into a gasp of delight that she saved for only the juiciest gossip. “Is it HIS address? Is that what it is? Oh, let me see!”
“No! Lil, let go!” Lucifer tried to yank his hand out of her grip, but she was remarkably strong and held him in place.
Ianto came over with Lucifer’s order to see what the fuss was about.
“Lucifer? What’s going on?”
“He has something on his hand and he won’t show me!” Lilith whined, still keeping an iron grip on his wrist as she pleaded at Ianto. “Make him open his hand!”
“It’s none of your damn business, Lilith!”
“Everything is my damn business, Lucifer,” she retorted.
Ianto furrowed his brows, concerned. “Lucifer? What is on your hand?”
Before he could come up with a reasonable answer, Jack’s voice floated across the restaurant to them: “It’s the black spot! He’s cursed!”
Ianto shut his eyes to keep from rolling them. “I highly doubt it’s the black spot, Jack, we’re not even on a ship.”
“Cuuuursed…” His voice wavered like a ghostly groan, making some of the other patrons laugh.
“Jack.” There was amused warning in Ianto’s tone. Lucifer tugged, but Lilith just pinched his thumb, trying to make him open his hand. “Lilith, let Lucifer go.”
Lilith grumbled but did so. However, as Lucifer breathed a sigh of relief and went to move his hand back, Ianto snatched it up and had his fingers open before Lucifer could comprehend what was going on.
“There, it’s just an address.”
“IANTO!” Lucifer squawked, yanking his hand back to curl protectively against his chest. He could feel his face heating up as Ianto smirked at him.
“What? All the fuss made me curious too. Make sure it’s washed off by your shift on Monday.” With that, Ianto set down his coffee and strolled back behind the counter.
Lilith propped her chin in her hands and fluttered her eyelashes. “So when were you gonna tell me?”
“Don’t even start.”
She laughed and stirred her drink. “Didn’t you go to his house on Halloween anyway? What’d you need his address for?”
“I happened to come across his porch, I didn’t know where we were specifically. It was just double checking in case I couldn’t find it again,” he replied, taking a sip of his drink before determining it was still too hot.
“Did your fingers get all tingly when he wrote it?” she asked, crinkling her nose and shimmying her shoulders a little.
Lucifer didn’t deign the question with an answer, only narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. He ignored her further as his phone vibrated and he pulled it out to find a text message from Loki.
i’m bored
Lucifer kept the phone below the table but Lilith wasn’t an idiot. She caught him grinning the moment he took the phone out of his pocket. But for once, she kept her mouth shut and just waited for the scene to play out in front of her.
i’m sorry??
you should be :P
how is it my fault?
never said it was. though, you could help me out
well what do you want me to do about it?
I want you to entertain me, obviously
Lilith watched Lucifer’s eyes go wide at whatever the last text message had been but she still bit her tongue. He swallowed hard and seemed to think for an awfully long time before answering back.
what does that involve?
well, i don't have anything specific, but it shouldn’t be that hard to find a few activities we could do together
Lucifer looked up at Lilith as if she could have picked up the suggestive nature of the text from her seat. She waited for him to say something but he just dropped the phone in his lap and drained his coffee, almost choking when the phone vibrated again. Lilith watched him with raised eyebrows as he fumbled around and nearly knocked the cup off the table.
“I’m...uh...gonna get another...another uh...coffee.”
“Have fun.”
He nodded curtly and stuffed the phone in his jacket pocket, then hurried up to the front counter. There were a half dozen people already waiting in line, so he joined the longest one, fiddling with the handle of his mug and ignoring the buzzing that emitted from his jacket pocket every so often. He had calmed down substantially by the time he was able to order a new drink and return to his seat, but more time had passed than he anticipated and he opened his phone to a chunk of unread text messages.
what is there to do in this strange little town anyway?
it's not exactly a metropolis of entertainment
Lucifer?
hello?
c'mon, don't ignore me.
i’m sorry if i insulted your hometown.
you are getting my texts right?
i know what we could do, didn't you say you would "show me the sights"?
Lucifer hurried to answer him back, not meaning to leave him hanging, he just didn’t know how to respond.
yeah, i could show you around if you want
excellent. let’s go
right now?
yeah, unless you’re busy, of course
Lucifer looked up from his phone at Lilith who didn’t bother averting her eyes to hide the fact that she was staring at him. “Do you wanna go walk around the Green for a while? I was gonna show Loki around a little.”
She looked at her watch. “Sorry, I got things to do and places to be.”
“Yesterday you told me that you were going to be bored this weekend because you had nothing to do.”
“Well, things came up.”
“Just now?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Looks like it’ll just be the two of you.” She wiggled her eyebrows and eyed him with that irritating, devilish grin.
Lucifer gritted his teeth. “Fine.”
right now is fine. do you need a ride?
that would be awesome. my brother is at work and he has the only car. not that i could drive anyway
you don’t know how to drive?
nope. In Norway, you can’t learn to drive until you’re 18.
ah. make sure you have some money, in case you want to buy anything
ok do i need to bring anything else with me?
just your sense of adventure
As soon as he pressed send, Lucifer begged for the message to come back. It had sounded playful and humorous in his head but now it just sounded stupid.
“What did you do?” Lilith asked upon seeing the stricken look on his face.
“Uh...nothing.”
“On a scale of 1 to middle school, how embarrassing was it?”
“Maybe like a 6?”
She patted his hand. “There, there. I’m sure he’ll forgive you.”
Lucifer waited anxiously for Loki’s response.
hahaha, i never leave home without it
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“So this is downtown. Well, no one really calls it downtown, we call it the Town Green, but it’s where most of the shops are, but I think it lacks that downtown vibe without really having a “green” vibe and--”
“What, exactly, is a survival store?” Loki’s question cut through Lucifer’s nervous rambling and made him pause to look in the direction of Loki’s gaze. His eyes landed on a familiar shield logo.
“It’s pretty much what it sounds like. They sell things for emergencies, anything from an earthquake to zombies. Kili really likes the MREs they sell there; he would buy them by the box. I think he even took some to Ireland with him. Do you want to go in there?”
Loki gave the store a contemplative look, but shook his head. “Another time, perhaps.”
They continued walking down the sidewalk, passing stores and empty buildings. As they turned the corner, they politely stepped out of the way of a woman pushing a large stroller. Loki would occasionally peer into a store’s front window, looking at the wares or services being rendered, Lucifer talking about his experience with that store before they moved on. Loki’s steps slowed as they approached a squat building with a smattering of chairs scattered around the front door, all manners of sizes, shapes, and colors. The sign above read “Robert’s Relics,” and Lucifer could tell Loki was intrigued.
“Come on, Rob always has some really cool stuff.” He lead Loki inside the building.
The door was open to let in the warm breeze, though the cool musty interior felt nice after being in the sun. An old-fashioned jukebox stood near the front counter. It was one of those huge ones with yellow neon lights adorning the top arch, faded yellow labels advertising the songs it could play next to worn buttons. It had a wide selection of discs inside, the turntable empty and waiting. Loki fiddled with a few of the buttons, not expecting it to really work; he was shocked and a bit alarmed when the mechanism inside moved, selecting a disc with a faded pink label and setting it on the turntable. Britney Spears’s “Toxic” began to play, and would not stop no matter what Loki pressed.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” He gave the store owner an apologetic and slightly panicked look. Lucifer snorted from somewhere behind him.
“Britney Spears? Really? Out of all the choices it could have been?”
“Don’t diss Britney, man,” the old man warned gruffly with a grin, pointing a finger at Lucifer, “she is a classic.” He turned to Loki with a mildly annoyed expression. “It’s fine, as long as you didn’t harm it. You take a look around, and holler if you find something you like.”
Loki gave the man another tight, apologetic smile, then wandered down the first aisle. Items were all stacked and jumbled on top of each other, but after some time he could see a sort of organization to it. Big items were stacked and ordered in aisles in the back, smaller items on rows and rows of shelves closer to the front. They seemed to be sorted by similarities: all the kitchen things were in one row, another shelf devoted to clocks, half a unit filled entirely with angel statuettes. Many of the shelves near the back were a convoluted mess of random items, though, and that’s where Loki found himself looking closest. There were all manner of amazing, intriguing things back there.
A glint of blue caught Loki's eye and drew him in. He moved a small gramophone with a thin black bell and a heavy gold gauntlet with jewels decorating the knuckles off the item, making sure the movement didn't create a chain reaction of chaos he wouldn't be able to pay for, before turning his gaze solely to the revealed box. After checking one last time that it was clear of other stuff, he lifted it carefully from its spot.
He cradled the box almost reverently in his arms. It was blue, about a foot by a foot, six inches deep, shades of blue swirled in the thick plastic so that they seemed like the sky frozen in winter shades. It was cold when he picked it up, though it quickly warmed in his hold. The rectangle was edged in metal, and half circles of space in the body of the box near each end formed easy to hold handles. His fingers followed the smooth lines and curves, finding a spot near the base of one handle that pushed in slightly when he applied pressure. Curious, he pressed the hidden button and the box flickered, then lit up an unearthly blue. This made the etchings on it’s surface stand out even more, strange patterns that seemed to ripple across the surface. The light bathed his pale skin with the vibrant hue, making the blue seem almost a natural part of his flesh wherever it touched. Loki stared into the swirled depths, mesmerized by how the colors were so different now that they were back-lit.
Lucifer wandered the store as well, seeing what was new or recently surfaced in the store. He wandered down a row filled with wooden boxes, tracing his fingers along the strange markings burned into the surface of one of them. Lucifer always felt creepy walking by the wall of mirrors; it felt like something watched him from the other side, ready to spring out if he so much as said their name. He came across the row where Loki was standing, staring transfixed into a glowing blue box thing Lucifer had never really paid attention to before. The blue light cast Loki’s angular face in alien shadows, the blue bouncing off his pale skin and making his eyes look almost as though they were glowing.
“What is that thing?” Lucifer reached out to brush his fingers over the cold blue surface, skin breaking out into goosebumps when he came in contact.
“I have no idea, but it’s beautiful. I wonder how much it costs…. There is no tag….”
“Well, let’s ask Rob.”
Together they walked to the front counter and Loki gently set the item down. Rob came over and inspected it.
“How much would you be willing to sell that for?” Loki asked.
"Hmm...well, this is a rare piece...$1000."
"That is ridiculous! What makes it worth so much?"
"Well, it is a custom piece, crafted out of very fine, valuable materials, probably the only one like it in the world... $1500."
"What?! You just said 1000!"
Rob gave an unapologetic shrug. "You reminded me just how valuable it is."
Loki muttered, "This is absurd," under his breath, fingers trailing along the blue surface.
"If you can't pay, put it back."
Loki snatched the box up, carrying it away from the front counter as he stormily grumbled in Norwegian. Lucifer followed him after shooting the old man a dirty look.
"He is completely unfair and a drittsekk to boot. $1500…. It is a beautiful piece, yes, and if it is truly one of a kind I can see the value, but that is still over priced."
Lucifer glared at the man from a few aisles away, one hand clenched in a fist the other resting ever-so-lightly on Loki's arm.
"He's a decent enough guy, until you go to buy something. Then he gets kind of jerkish and always overprices things, especially for people who are from out of town. That's why none of his items have price stickers."
Loki looked sadly at the box. "I don't know why, but I am so very drawn to this. But there is no way I can afford that." Loki sighed and went to set it down, but Lucifer's hand curled around his, keeping it there. He glanced up quickly, a light blush on his face, but Lucifer wasn't paying attention, his eyes narrowed at the counter then at the door, as if judging the distance.
"Yeah, we can totally pull this off," he muttered, fingers tightening for half a second before letting go and turning his icy blue gaze on Loki. He spoke in low tones that could not be overheard. "Move slowly to the end of the aisle, closest to the door. I'll go distract Rob. I'm glad there's good weather, means you don't have to worry about the bell."
Loki caught on in a flash, his eyebrows raising. He responded in an equally low voice, "You intend for me to steal this?"
"Unless you don't actually want it that much." Loki tightened his hold on the handles and Lucifer nodded. "So, act casual and--"
"Please. This isn't my first case of shoplifting." Loki's smile was wide and sharp, with an edge of bitterness laced with thrill. Lucifer felt his lips stretching to match the grin. "How will you distract him?"
"There's a gun in the case he's been restoring and he loooves talking about it. Wait until I give you this signal," he nonchalantly slid his hand into his back pocket, "then go. I’ll call you when I leave."
Loki nodded and his eyes slid down Lucifer's back as the teen walked up to the counter and leaned on it casually. He knew the signal wouldn't come for some time, but he would not pass up the opportunity to stare at Lucifer's ass with full permission. He let his mind wander deliciously, but was not so caught up that he missed the signal. As soon as Lucifer's hand interrupted his ogling, Loki silently slunk out of the store, holding the box protectively against his chest, taking care not to bump into anything or trip on his way out. He passed the store beside the relic shop at a brisk walk, waiting until he crossed the street before breaking into a run and ducking down the second turn, weaving between streets and random blocks until he was thoroughly lost in the closest neighborhood. He sat down on a curb, in the shade of some trees, and waited for Lucifer to find him, letting his eyes be transfixed on the blue box edged in metal that rested on his lap. He pressed the hidden button and the cube glowed a soothing blue. Half an hour passed by the time Lucifer finally called him, asking where he was. A few descriptions and the street name, and Lucifer was soon there, a cheshire grin on his face as Loki slid into the passenger's seat.
“Very well done, I don’t think he even noticed you leaving.”
“I have gotten very good at walking unseen by even very watchful eyes.” The boys traded grins as Lucifer rolled down the street. Loki traced the etched lines on the plastic, voicing a concern that was floating in his mind: “Will he send the police after me? I’ve never had to deal with American police, so I don’t know what to expect.”
"Nah, the police stopped really trying to find shoplifters from Rob's after the first dozen times. Half the time, he was the one that misplaced the item, and since he doesn't really keep any sort of reliable records, they can't really press charges or even properly look for anything. Besides, it doesn't really happen that often, and it’s debatable if he’ll even notice its absence. We'll be fine."
Loki smiled at him, fingers trailing along the edges of the blue box. “Thank you for helping me get this.”
Lucifer flashed a wide smile at him, keeping his eyes on the road. “Yeah, well, I never really liked that jerk. He’s got cool stuff but a shit personality and he ripped me off a while back when we needed to sell some stuff. Feels nice to get a good one over him.”
“Where to now?”
“Well, you haven’t seen all of the Green, so I figured I’d park at the opposite end and we can walk around. We still have plenty of time until sunset.”
They parked in a lot next to the main Green and walked along the sidewalk next to the park until they got to the main street and the shops there. They talked as they walked, Loki remarking how the colorful buildings all squished together reminded him of places in Norway. They reached a mint colored building with large display windows. Lucifer’s face brightened with a wide smile and he opened the door for Loki, gesturing for him to go in first.
“Come on, I think you’ll like this place. I could do with some gelato anyway.”
They entered the store and immediately the smell of sugar assaulted their senses. A bell rang as the door opened and a voice from the back called “Welcome to Powell’s, be with you in a moment!” Stacks of wooden baskets waiting to be filled stood in front of them. Beyond them, further into the shop, there was a large glass case displaying tubs of frozen gelato, handwritten flavor cards taped to the outside. Sunlight streamed through the large front display windows, turning dust mites into diamonds dancing in the breeze from the fans overhead. The store was brimming with barrels and shelves and displays of colorful candy boxes and bags, large bins and tubes of loose bulk candies lining one wall.Loki stopped so swiftly and unexpectedly, Lucifer ran into him. The impact barely rocked Loki as he gazed about from his frozen position in blatant awe. Lucifer stepped around him to stand beside the Norwegian, his eyebrows raised in confusion then amusement when he saw how large Loki’s eyes were and how his jaw had dropped. The phrase “kid in a candy shop” came unbidden to Lucifer’s mind and he had to hide a broad smile in a cough.
“Do they not have candy shops in Norway?” Lucifer inquired as politely as he could, though his aloof expression cracked into a grin almost as soon as it was in place. Loki mutely shook his head, eyes alighting on Lucifer briefly before going back to the overwhelming displays of sweets. Lucifer grabbed a wooden basket from the stacks near the door and linked his arm with Loki’s. “I’ll show you the good stuff, then.”
A man came out from a back room and spotted them. “Ah, Milton! Your brother still owes me for that last shipment!”
Lucifer laughed and waved him off, “yeah, yeah, I’ll make sure he pays you!”
Loki followed Lucifer around the shop in a sort of dreamy daze, the American placing small boxes and bags and packets and tubes and packages of a wide variety of candy in his basket. The TV in the corner played Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, providing a pleasant ambience. A glance down showed the basket nearly half full and Loki felt a stab of panic.
“Lucifer! There’s no way I can pay for all this!”
“What are you talking about? That’s, like, 25 bucks at most.” Loki’s eyes snapped their gaze to his friend’s face in astonishment. “What?”
Loki shook his head, the wonder still on his face. “Nothing, I...just forget how inexpensive things are here. The variety and abundance is... overwhelming.”
Lucifer looked around the colorful shop with new appreciation, one hand coming up to scratch his scalp, mussing his spiky hair further. “Huh. I guess I’m just used to it. There is a lot here...” He sent Loki a decidedly wicked grin. “You have to try the sour bacon gummies, though.”
“The what?”
“I will admit,” Loki commented later as they sat on a bench in the Town Green proper, pushing the last melty bites of his gelato around with a plastic spoon, “I did not anticipate candy that tastes like sour yet sugary bacon. It was...”
“Delicious yet revolting?” Lucifer offered. Loki nodded and laughed.
Loki had ended up with a small haul of candy and they had sat on the bench sampling every package. For some reason, Lucifer had felt even more connected to Loki in that half an hour of candy sampling. It almost felt as if he were tasting it all for the first time as well as he shared in Loki’s delight and occasional disgust. They had laughed and chewed and told stories of when they were young. Lucifer tossed M&Ms at Loki, who caught almost every single one in his mouth. When Loki tried the same thing with him, most of them bounced off his cheeks or nose. Lucifer couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so much.
They finished their gelato--not ice cream, as the man in Powell’s had explained, as gelato had no dairy in it--and threw the cups away in the nearest trash can. Loki crouched by the gently moving water feature that formed almost a moat around the side of the park and cupped his hands in the water, bringing them up to splash his face. He scrubbed at his mouth and cheeks to get the sticky feeling of half-dried gelato off his skin, then shook off his hands and stood up.
They walked a few feet down to where four concrete rectangles acted as stepping stones across the water. Lucifer hopped straight to the second one, balancing on it. Loki joined him and they looked down at the smooth stones under the shallow water. Lucifer had a soft smile on his face, his eyes distant.
“When we were little, Lilith and Kili and I would come here to play. Kili’s brother, Fili, too, usually; they were pretty much inseparable those days. We would always end up here, all trying to push the others into the water so we could be king of the river.” He chuckled, crouching so he could run his fingertips in the cool water. “I got so many cuts and bruises here. I think Kili got a concussion once from hitting one of the blocks, but it’s hard to tell if it damaged his brain or not with the way he acts.” Lucifer laughed again. Loki stepped over to the third block so he could crouch beside Lucifer, mimicking his pose. Lucifer’s wide smile faded to one that was smaller, softer. “My mom was watching us this one time,” he started. Loki kept silent and watched the water ripple around his fingers; Lucifer rarely mentioned his mother, so this was obviously something precious. “She had just had Uriel, he was maybe, I dunno, two? One and a half? He was little. So, we were playing here and he wanted to join us, so he came toddling over, that silly walk toddlers have. He managed to make it to the first block, don't really know how, but we didn't realize until Kili had accidently bumped him into the water when Fili shoved him. Uriel started wailing, of course, and my mom had to come get him out of the water, which was kind of embarrassing for me. He wasn't hurt, just wet. She wasn't mad or anything, but we had to go home so she could change him, and..." he shook his head ruefully. "I dunno, for some reason, that's one of my clearest memories of this park. She looked beautiful that day, my mom. Radiant like the sun."
He was silent for a long minute. Loki trailed his fingers in the water a little closer to Lucifer's, leaning into him just a bit, their shoulders touching.
"There is a stream at the base of a mountain we would hike on back in Norway," his voice was soft, not wanting to interrupt the rare mood Lucifer was in, "I took Fenrir up there after he was old enough, maybe six months, because I was teaching him how to swim and the stream doesn't have a very strong current, nor is it very wide. I was eight and it was spring, when it gets just warm enough to swim in shallow water. I ran ahead with Fenrir, but Thor and my parents weren't that far behind me. I jumped in as soon as I could, expecting the stream to be slow and easy, but I hadn't anticipated the extra water from the mountain run-off. We had had a heavy winter and the snow was melting. The current was stronger than I expected and it swept me off my feet. Thor tells me they knew something was wrong when Fen started howling. My mother saw me go under and immediately swam in to get me, fully clothed and everything. I don’t remember much of this, I was underwater and trying to fight the current at the time and water was in my lungs, but I do remember warm strong arms lifting me out of the water, and cold wet fabric on my cheek." He felt Lucifer leaning into him more but he kept his eyes on their hands in the water. "Frigga is a force to be reckoned with. When I wasn’t choking, I was in awe of her that day. I would have drowned or been dashed against a rock if she hadn't grabbed me." His smile widened a bit. "Thor still doesn't like me going near rivers alone. I'm a strong swimmer, but a good current could wash me away."
They stayed there in silence, the sun beating down against their backs, glinting off the water and into their eyes. After a few minutes, Lucifer sat back and flicked the water off his fingers at Loki. Loki grinned and returned the favor, flicking droplets onto Lucifer's face. He smiled and wiped his face off, then stood. Loki stood as well and the teens finished crossing the blocks to the other side, where lush grass was crisscrossed with concrete paths and dotted with young trees. They wandered around until the sun dropped toward the horizon. Then they headed back to the car.
The sun was just dipping behind the horizon as Lucifer pulled into Loki’s driveway. Loki clutched his purchases to his chest and waved from the doorway as Lucifer drove off. He was humming a short tune as he closed the door behind him. He passed Thor in the upstairs hallway. The blonde peered into his bags curiously and saw the blue box.
“(What is that?)” he asked, leaning down and reaching out to touch it with a finger. Loki resisted the urge to draw back protectively.
“(Just something I picked up at the local antique store.)” He said it as casually as possible, but Thor still seemed to pick up something in his tone.
He glanced up suspiciously, but kept his tone casual as well. “(Oh? How much did it cost?)” When Loki didn’t reply, he stood up to his full height with a disapproving sound. “(I cannot say I am happy with your conduct, brother, especially in a land not our own...)” Loki was expecting his older brother to demand he return it, but instead Thor curiously ran his finger along one of the etched designs on the blue surface. “(Take good care of it, since you wanted it so badly.)”
With that, he walked off, going down the stairs. Loki watched him go, then shook his head and shut himself in his room. He doubted he would ever understand Thor.
Author's Note:
Thanks to a fluke in Netflix searching I came across some random German movie and suddenly Teen!Lucifer???
hello! i love love LOVE this story and this pairing! do you have a headcanon for if/when dean, sam, and/or cas meet lilith's dogs? being named as they are, i'd love to see how they interact. like if azazel really likes dean but dean is terrified of him, or something
No problem, anon! I got what you meant :) Sorry for the massive delay but here it is!
Ain’t Nothing but a Hound Dog
It was a cozy, lazy Saturday morning and Lucifer was more than content to sleep it away. He dreamed he was standing on the roof of the house, looking out over the vineyards. There was a soft breeze blowing and he felt powerful. But the wind picked up and an angry gust pushed him over the edge. He was falling but he wasn’t afraid. He closed his eyes and somehow the rush was pleasant. The ground wasn’t far off and he knew he had to reach it eventually but now there was someone calling his name. There was a sharp pounding at the edges of his consciousness and the calling got louder and louder until he recognized it as Anna’s voice. And then he wasn’t falling anymore. He was lying in bed and his sister was knocking at his door.
“Lu’! Please wake up, I need your help.”
Lucifer threw an arm over his eyes and bit back a frustrated groan. He didn’t bother looking at the clock, it didn’t matter what time it was he’d been woken prematurely no matter the hour. Grumbling to himself, he slid out of bed and slumped over to the door, cracking it open just enough to be able to see through.
“What?”
“I desperately need a favor.”
“What?” he repeated.
“I’m looking after Sam and Dean today but Pamela just called and said something came up later and she needs to work on our school project today.”
“Okay…”
“Well, she and the other girls are coming over in twenty minutes and everyone else in the house is out or at work. Could you please, please, please take the boys out somewhere so we can work? Just for a couple hours!”
On a normal day, Lucifer didn’t mind the Winchesters but being woken up on a Saturday morning to babysit doesn’t put anyone in his good graces. But under the circumstances, he didn’t really have any good excuse to say no.
“Fine, whatever,” he said, heaving a sigh.
“Thank you, thank you!” Anna exclaimed, looking like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She turned and dashed up the stairs, leaving Lucifer to grumpily change clothes and get ready for the day he hadn’t planned on greeting for a while.
An hour later, Sam, Dean, and Castiel were all strapped in the backseat of Lucifer’s old car while he drove around town aimlessly trying to kill time. As usual, they weren’t rolling in money so he couldn’t take them anywhere that required an entry fee. They didn’t feel like playing at the park or walking around the town green and Lucifer was running out of options.
With the boys getting restless, Lucifer made the last minute decision to drive over to Lilith’s house. Odds were she’d be trying to sleep away the morning as well but after having his own Saturday robbed, he was in the mood to take it out on other people.
Lucifer corralled the three boys to the front porch and pounded on the door. Lilith’s parents must have been at their business so assumedly it was just Lilith at home. She didn’t answer at first; Lucifer figured even if she had heard them she would be doing her best to ignore it. But he continued knocking anyway.
Castiel tugged at the hem of Lucifer’s shirt. “Maybe she’s not home.”
“Oh, she’s home alright and sooner or later she is going to open this door,” he said, making sure the last part was loud enough to be heard inside the house. Sure enough, a moment later Lilith ripped open the front door and her expression was mildly terrifying. She was still in her pajamas, of course, and her hair was tangled and mussed up.
She took one look at the visitors on the porch and just said, “No,” before attempting to shut the door in their faces. But Lucifer stuck his foot in the way to keep it from closing and shouldered his way inside. “Oh, come on, Luci,” Lilith groaned. “It’s Saturday morning!”
“You can take a nap later. Right now I’ve got three kids to keep busy for several hours and no other ideas so deal with it.”
“What did you bring them here for?”
“I figured they could play with the Hounds for a while.”
“Hounds?” Dean echoed, shrinking back behind Lucifer.
As if he’d been summoned, Crowley sauntered out of Lilith’s room to inspect the racket. At the sight of the new faces he was sent into a tizzy, yapping in what he deemed a ferocious display of power. The three boys slunk behind the couch at the angry little dog but Lucifer just scowled. Crowley always had and always would have it out for him, at this point it was just annoying.
“Oh, calm down, you little fiend,” Lilith said, scooping him up and smoothing down his fluffy, white coat. He stopped barking but they could still hear growls rumbling in his chest and he trembled in Lilith’s arms.
“Where are the others?” Lucifer asked, curious as to why he hadn’t been attacked by the twin terrors yet.
“Out back.”
“Okay. Come on, guys, let’s go outside.”
Dean had Sam by the hand and was keeping him close, watching Crowley with cautious eyes. “Are there dogs out there?” Dean asked, suspiciously.
“Yes…” Lucifer said. “Do you not like dogs?”
“Well…”
“Puppy!” Sam squealed when Azazel appeared at the back door. Dean scrambled to keep a hold of him but Sam wobbled over to the door and plastered himself against the glass.
Lilith slid back the door and pushed the Chow Chow back long enough for everyone to file outside before letting him go and shutting the door again. Azazel bounded over to Sam and waggled his tail as the toddler inspected him. He took a moment to sniff him over before darting back and forth playfully, waiting for Sam to chase him.
By now, Alastair had come over to investigate as well. With Sam preoccupied, Alastair took to Dean who retreated into one of the lawn chairs, shrinking back as far as he could. Castiel flitted back and forth, investigating all corners of Lilith’s backyard and hovering over everyone’s shoulders.
Lilith and Lucifer sat down at the patio table and kept an eye on the children.
“So, what’s new?” Lucifer asked, trying to make conversation.
“Well, most recently I was viciously awoken from a very pleasant dream about leading an uprising in the school which was building up to what was certain to be a bloody but victorious climax but I will never know because I’m now here babysitting children for which I bear no responsibility.” She smiled dryly and propped her chin in her hand.
Lucifer looked at the ground. “If we’re talking about dreams, I had that falling one again.”
That caught Lilith’s interest. “Okay, so I’m not Freud or anything but you’ve had this dream, what? At least twelve times in the past several years? It’s got to mean something.”
“I’m just falling off my house. I don’t really know what that could mean except I don’t have very good balance.”
“Oh, don’t be stupid. Off the cuff, I could come up with six different explanations for that dream.”
“Well, enlighten me,” Lucifer urged her.
“For one, think about what you just said. Instead of saying you don’t have good balance, you might have said you were unbalanced. Eh?” She tapped his forehead. “Maybe you finally cracked.”
“I feel fine, thank you,” he protested, swatting her hand away.
She went on to list several more theories, getting more and more implausible and creative as she went along. The kids and the dogs scurried around the yard, ignoring the philosophical debates of the teenagers. Azazel was keeping Sam plenty occupied, leading him around the yard and batting at him with a paw every now and again. Dean was still hesitant about Alastair but after about half an hour he slid slowly out of the chair and let the dog approach him. Once he pet him a few times, he began to warm up to him and after a few minutes they were busy playing tug of war. Alastair was putting up a good fight so Castiel ran over to lend Dean a hand. Crowley prowled the perimeter of the yard, occasionally deigning the boys with his presence. He’d try to join in on their romps for a minute or two but then quit and disappeared again, returning to his rounds or curling up at Lilith’s feet.
Lilith and Lucifer’s conversation was interrupted by a shrill scream. Lucifer’s head snapped up to see Sam tumbling to the ground as Azazel got a little too rowdy. The little boy cradled his cheek and his lip wobbled for a split second before he started to wail. Dean wasted no time running to his brother’s side and pushed the overzealous dog away.
Lucifer dashed over as well and saw that Sam’s cheek was bleeding where Azazel must have caught him on accident. “Dean, take your brother inside as fast you can. I’ll be there in a second.”
Dean pulled Sam to his feet and led him toward the back door while Lucifer made sure none of the dogs followed them. Inside Lilith’s house, Lucifer picked up Sam and brought him into the bathroom where he sat him on top of the sink. “Alrighty, it’s not that bad. Just a little scratch. We’ll patch you right up.” With a washcloth, Lucifer made to clean the blood off Sam’s face but the boy shrank back and whimpered. “Oh, come on, Sam. You know I’d never hurt you.”
The little boy sniffed and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. He gave a tiny nod before letting Lucifer clean off his cheek and put a band-aid on it. “There, all better.”
Dean took Sammy’s hand when Lucifer set him down again. “Let’s leave. I don’t want to come here anymore.”
Lucifer sighed and agreed, shuffling them down the hallway and calling for Castiel. He really should have slept in.
can i be cruel and ask for an angsty headcanon that takes place just after the milton's mother dies? take it whatever way you wish but yeah. please <3
(I hope you're happy)
For timeline's sake, Michael is 18, Raphael/15, Gabe/14, Lucifer/13, Anna/9, Uriel/7, and Castiel is about 3 months old.
“We have the two boys in intensive care. It looks like they’re going to pull through,” the nurse said. She wrung her hands and the rest of the Miltons watched her expectantly. “However, the woman was pronounced dead on arrival. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to ask one of you to confirm the identity of the body.”
Michael expected his father to stand up and take control but he didn’t move. He sat on the lobby bench with Anna on his lap, staring straight ahead without seeing a thing. Raphael stood off in the corner with his arms crossed; he hadn’t spoken a word to anyone since they pulled him out of school. Gabe had his arm thrown around Uriel and the two of them stuck as close as they could to their father.
“Dad…?” Michael asked softly as the nurse waited for someone to follow her.
Their father didn’t say anything and just like that, Michael realized that his father was gone. He didn’t bother pleading with him; he could see from the look on his face that his father had checked out and wasn’t going to be there to tell him what to do any time soon.
So he steeled his jaw and walked behind the nurse as she led him through the hallways toward the morgue. When they reached the door, she put a hand on his arm. “If you need to take a minute, that’s okay.”
But he shook his head. The longer he waited the less prepared he was going to be. If he was going to have to do this, it needed to be now.
The nurse gave him an empathetic smile but Michael couldn’t look at her, it only made him angry. He kept his eyes fixed straight ahead and the woman pushed open the door. The room was cold and hollow, the stainless steel doors lining the walls and the bleached white tiles made it all the more unfeeling.
There was a body laid out in the middle of the room, covered in white. Michael felt his feet get infinitely heavier and he couldn’t walk any closer. The nurse urged him forward anyway and somehow he found himself moving forward, dragging the blocks of stone that used to be his feet along the pristine tile until the table was right in front of him.
The nurse said something to reassure him, or at least Michael assumed she did. Her voice was muffled in his ears and he could only hear the pounding of his heart and the air leaving his lungs. She had her hands on the edge of the sheet and he desperately wanted her to let go. The sheet was the only thing standing between having a mother and not having one. As soon as she pulled it back he would know and as long as he wasn’t sure, he could convince himself that all of this was a mistake. His mother was still out there, doing errands or something. Maybe she’d left her phone at home and that’s why she wasn’t answering.
If the nurse had given a warning, he didn’t hear it. But before he knew it, the sheet was pulled back and the illusion was shattered. It was her. Of course, it was her. If he was being honest, Michael knew there wasn’t any mistake from the beginning. But he’d dared to hope and somehow that made everything worse.
He had some notion that death was supposed to peaceful. They were supposed to look like they’d just gone to sleep, even if everyone else knew they weren’t going to wake up. It was childish concept to hold on to; he knew the real world could be cruel and relentless. But all of that happened to other people, not to them. Here in their little pocket of paradise they should have been protected. But here she was, proof that it was time for him to grow up.
She didn’t look peaceful, not in the slightest. She was broken and battered. It was her but Michael could scarcely believe it. He was used to seeing her look like an angel but now it looked like she’d been dragged through hell.
By some miracle, he kept from collapsing and managed a curt nod to the nurse. Once he had confirmed her identity, the nurse placed the sheet back over his mother’s face and that was the end of it. The nurse led him back through the hospital to the lobby, giving him what she must have thought to be a comforting pat on the shoulder.
The rest of the family was right where he left them. He could still see in their eyes the same hope he had been holding on just moments ago. Except for his father. He still had his eyes fixed to the same spot and the same empty expression. Michael had the feeling his father had known from the beginning as well but instead of pinning his wishes on an impossible star, he’d saved himself from the pain of having his hopes dashed and didn’t hope at all.
The others, though, were still looking at Michael with that last optimistic glimmer in their eyes but now he had to draw back the sheet. He shook his head and turned away, not able to watch them fall apart just as he did.
Raphael clenched his fists like he was going to punch the wall but instead he just clutched his head and slid down the wall, curling up on himself and closing out the room. Anna began to cry and buried her face into their father’s shirt but he did little to comfort her. Gabriel bowed his head and kept his tears to himself but pulled Uriel closer and stroked the whimpering child’s hair.
Their father had always taught them that when somebody died, they went to a better place. What he failed to mention was how much worse off they left this one.
Silvertongue (Lokifer)
Title: Silvertongue
Pairing: Loki/Lucifer
Rating: R
Summary: Lucifer proves Loki isn’t the only one with a silvertongue
Warning: slash, blowjobs, oral sex
A/N: for the Loki (@LokiGodMischief) to my Lucifer (@_FallenStar17)
(placed under a Read More for mature content)
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