Prompt Post 3
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Keep up the awesome, folks.
Announcement: All new and continuing fills for Round 3 should be posted in the Overflow Post.
THIS ROUND IS CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS.
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The first time Loki holds his hand, Thor is three and Loki is just a baby. He is small but strong, and his little fingers wrap around one of Thor’s hard and tight enough to almost hurt. Thor doesn’t tell Mother this, though, because he doesn’t want Mother to think he’s small and weak.
Instead, he suffers the indignity quietly, a smile on his face as he faces Father’s court and Father announces that Loki is their new prince. He is too young to understand the glances the courtiers exchange, and he is too young to understand the meaning behind the whispers. When Mother tenses beside him, he presses closer to her and grins. Her smile is quick and fleeting, and he wonders why she doesn’t really smile, like she does when they’re alone ( ... )
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The third time Loki holds Thor’s hand, Thor is twelve and Loki is ten, and they are both very sure they are going to die. And if they don’t die, Father and Mother will probably kill them.
“Don’t let go!” Thor shouts, gripping Loki’s wrist tightly, clinging to his brother as Volstagg and Fandral cling to him. Thor hangs over the edge of a cliff, his friends holding desperately to his legs, and he closes his other hand around Loki’s arm.
Loki’s eyes are filled with water, and Thor does not know if the liquid is tears of fear or simply the product of wind-stung eyes. He does not care “Thor!” Loki sounds panicked, terrified, and his face is white. “Thor, I’m slipping! I-”
“Don’t let go!” Thor’s voice is ragged with fear, almost cruel with it, and he grits his teeth as his muscles strain. He can feel Loki slowly sliding from his grip, his palms damp with perspiration. No, no, no, he thinks. I will not lose him! No!And then he is being dragged backwards by Hogun and Sif, and they grab Loki and haul him over the edge of the cliff as ( ... )
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He stands at their memorial, at the Avenger’s memorial, in downtown Washington, D.C., and he is given a wide berth. He does not mind the distance. Since Rogers’ final, immutable death, he has felt alone. He has felt like there is no one left.
They are all gone, now, all his friends. Their bodies aren’t in the ground at the memorial site, but locked away in some government bunker, kept safe from desecration. He appreciates that.
He closes his eyes and bows his head, and in the silence, for there is always silence surrounding the Avenger’s memorial, he hears footsteps. He thinks he recognizes those footsteps, but he does not dare look up. He does not dare to check his guess.
“Forever assembled.” Loki reads the simple inscription on the base of the memorial, written in letters nearly as tall as he stands, in a disaffected tone. “Appropriate.”
Thor says nothing. He does not open his eyes. He does not look at Loki.
“You must hate me,” Loki says, “for killing Rogers.”
Yes. Bitterly. Hate does not begin to touch on how Thor feels ( ... )
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...smut? :D?
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Yes smut. Porny, porny smut. Because I need to stop making people cry.
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FFFFFFFFFFFFF-- YES
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There are no words to express the feelings of my poor little broken fangirlish heart. This was so hurty and beautiful at the same time. Awesome fill! Thank you for writing it!
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But I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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