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Pluto and Serenity by JunaAvatari

For starters, the coloring is superb! It's so great to see someone who captured Pluto's correct color scheme :) Her skin tone is perfect...


"I'm sorry, is this the home of Ms. Skywalker? There was a mix up at the airport, and I took her luggage by mistake." Steve pushed the wheeled suitcase in front of him and smiled sheepishly at the man in the doorway. He didn't look impressed. In fact, he was looking at Steve with all sorts of mistrust, one pale hand splayed across the door frame as his fingers tapped away at it impatiently. Steve frowned. That wasn't a good sign. "...This is the right address, isn't it?"

"I assume you must be Steven Rogers then."

The cultured voice didn't surprise him half as much as how husky it sounded. Steve had heard that voice before. This man sounded exactly like the woman he'd spotted at the baggage terminal, back at the airport. If not for the fact that she'd been long haired and graceful, dressed to the nine in a tailored skirt and pumps, he could almost believe they were the same person. There was certainly a strong resemblance. Family, maybe?

"That's me," pausing only for a split second, Steve held out his hand. "Most people call me Steve." He knew it was a smart idea, writing his name and number on the ID tag of his luggage. Accidents happened. Apparently Loki Skywalker felt the same. Now if he could just meet her, and apologize- "Is she home? I'd like to apologize for this mishap. I know it had to be a real inconvenience for her. There was a lot of stuff in the suitcase."

"You looked inside?" Laurel greens immediately drew into thin slits, a strong match for the lips that curved up at a sharp angle. "I suppose the sight of all that lace was an apparent enough sign that the luggage wasn't your own." The man ignored his outstretched hand and gestured for Steve to follow him inside, showing the elegant arch of his neck, and a well formed backside.

To his credit, Steve didn't stare too much. "I wasn't trying to pry. But I didn't notice the name tag until after I was already home and unpacking." He stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him, respectfully lingering back in the front hall. It was unnerving, standing there with the suitcase at his feet, but he wasn't going anywhere without confirmation it was ok. Confirmation that couldn't come soon enough. Shifting his weight and fiddling with the suitcase handle, Steve waited--and waited some more. "Is Ms. Skywalker here? I really want to-"

"The name is Loki. I appreciate the sentiment, but it seems a moot point now. They say once you've seen the contents of someone's suitcase, there's no need for formality. You practically know them spiritually." Again that husky voice drifted across him, and the tall brunette reappeared, wheeling a suitcase that was virtually identical to Steve's. "I believe this belongs to you."

"Yeah..thanks." Steve took it with a little frown. There was something weird about all this. The more he looked at this man, with his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and raven hair that were so similar to Ms. Skywalker's, the more Steve's gut warned him that he was screwing something up. The resemblance was uncanny. Almost too much so for it to be as simple as a blood relation. Unless they were twins? That would explain the identical faces and builds...

Though not how he knew what was inside the suitcase he now had at his side. Only one person should know that. The one who had packed it in the first place; its owner. Ahh. Steve grimaced, sheepishly pushing the hefty bag towards him. "You're her, aren't you? You're Loki Skywalker."

"Mmm...and they say the pretty ones aren't smart." Laughter bubbled from those thin lips, which was really all the confirmation Steve needed. This was her. That gorgeous woman Steve had glimpsed in the airport was the man standing before him now, laughing at his expense. Damn.

"I guess it's too late to apologize now, huh?"

Loki smirked. "You are handling this better than I assumed you would. I suppose that does allow for some clemency." He took his suitcase and set it behind him, fondling the handle almost lazily as he met Steve's eyes. "You must have questions. I'd love to stand here and answer them all, but I do have a prior engagement." Pointedly, he reached past Steve and opened the door, quirking a finely arched brow. "If you please?"

That settled that. Steve nodded quickly and backed off, though he was reluctant to leave. There was something about Loki that drew him in, made him want to know more. Not counting the initial gender mishap. "Right. Sorry." Looking Loki over one more time, he turned tail and headed down the hall, wheeling his suitcase behind him.

He didn't get far. "Steven?" A pale hand touched the crook of his arm, coaxing him to a stop. For the first time Steve noticed how perfectly rounded the nails were, lily white fingers soft as silk against his skin. "It was kind of you, bringing my property back. Such charity deserves more than a simple thank you."

"I was only doing the right thing." Steve turned his head and saw that Loki was smiling. Smiling at him.

"That may be so, but you have earned a reward nonetheless." Loki's fingertips scrolled up his arm, then fell away, allowing him to walk back to his front door. Steve was confused, up until Loki called back to him. "I have business until Friday afternoon. Why don't we meet for lunch then? Your chivalry has made me curious about you, Steven. Not many men would have the heart to do what you did."

"That's pretty cynical of you. Plenty of guys would return a lady's luggage. Well," Steve chuckled, "who they believed was a lady, anyway." He wanted to ask what was about Loki's clothing selection, but that was a question best left for another time. He cocked his head towards the dark haired man. "What time Friday?"

Loki hummed, walking into his apartment. "Oh, I'll let you know closer to then." A slip of white appeared between his fingers; the information card from Steve's luggage. It had his name, address--and his phone number on it. "I trust you'll be easy enough to get a hold of. Your current information is updated, isn't it?"

Cheeky. Two could play that game. "Give me a call and find out for yourself." Steve inclined his head to the tall man, unable to stop himself from smiling. "Mr. Skywalker."

"Mr. Rogers." The door shut with a quiet click, leaving him standing there, happier than he'd ever really admit out loud. And an eagerness for the weekend that couldn't be fulfilled, all thanks to a luggage mix up.
Luggage Mix Up

Eheheh. Yeah. This is all thanks to a post I saw on tumblr listing different prompt ideas featured around an airport, things like that. One of them stuck, soooo I had to give it a whirl! Hope you enjoy :D

Pst. I don't own Marvel. Just so you know.

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"You know, you don't always have to be a woman around me. I like you just fine either way."

"That may be so, but I don't take this form to accommodate you, Steven. There are simply days where I feel like a woman, and they just so happen to correlate with the time we spend together." Glancing over her shoulder as she ran a towel down her naked arms, Loki chuckled. "Do you truly hold no preferential feelings towards this form?"

Steve, busy wiping off his chest and waist, stepped out of the bathroom and shook his head. "It's still you either way, Loki. Why should I prefer one version of you over the other?" He crossed the room and wrapped a hand in Loki's dark skein of hair, still dripping wet, but soft as silk against his skin. "This one is nice though..." and it reminded him of another time, something more familiar. Though he'd always been attracted to both genders, it was only in this century that it was becoming alright to show such interests. It took some getting used to.

Clearly, that was something Loki understood. "Merely nice? I had hoped to compare with the women of your time, at the very least. Am I not just as lovely? You did once call me a classy dame," Loki reminded him, leaning into his touch with a throaty purr, her burgundy lips set in a mischievous smile. "I do hope you haven't changed your mind."

"There's no chance of that happening, believe me. You're beautiful, Loki." Steve gently tugged at her locks until Loki's head rested against this shoulder. One benefit of this form was that her height was just a half inch greater than this own, making acts like this not only possible, but easy to accomplish. Thank God too. He loved having the god draped against him, Loki's spine to his chest, their bodies fitted together like pieces of a puzzle. It was...nice.

"Steven.." Loki's fern colored eyes were all but glowing beneath their thick curtain of lashes. It garnered Steve's attention, and he smiled at the trickster, cupping her cheek in his hand. Her skin was still flushed from the shower they'd shared, leaving its normally alabaster hue tinged with a faint, almost rosy pink. She looked healthy, virile, and more than ready for another round. Steve was happy to accommodate her. He cinched his arm around her waist and tipped her head to the side, but where he expected there to be firm lips against his own, there were fingertips instead. "As much as I would love to, we do have somewhere to be," Loki drawled. "Remember? Anthony invited us all out to dinner? He said it was his 'treat.' Whatever that means."

He'd almost forgotten. Though their friendship was rocky at first, he and Tony had mended most of the tense bonds between them. Still, there were times he still wanted to throttle the man. This was one of them. "You know he's notoriously late to these sort of things," Steve murmured into Loki's neck, his teeth making small impressions on the warm flesh. "We have time, if you wanted to-"

"There is never a moment where I do not wish to, Steven. But I hardly excuse Anthony's bad manners as it is. I won't reciprocate them." To her credit, Steve heard nothing but honesty in her voice. He reluctantly let her go, but not before giving her hips an affectionate squeeze.

"You're right. Sorry." His eyes trained on her back, Steve couldn't help but wander after her and trail his fingers across the barely visible arch of Loki's spine. It was weird. He'd never been one for public displays of affection, but in private things were so much easier. Another oddity, considering the object of his affections was the infamous Loki, mischief maker and silvertongue. He knew better than to question it though. Sometimes, it was easier just to let things be. "What are you wearing tonight? Tony never said if the restaurant was fancy or not."

"Of course not. Anthony never considers the small details. Which is why I made certain to inquire with Jarvis on the matter." Loki frowned at her reflection in the mirror above Steve's dresser and picked a hairbrush up, working it through her heavy mass of hair. Steve affectionately smiled, recognizing it as his own. He wondered if Loki even noticed. "I know you loathe anything remotely similar to formal attire, but I'm afraid you'll have to endure for tonight. It will be required," she met his eyes in the reflection, "unless you wish to stick out like a sore thumb."

He already did that without even trying. The last thing Steve wanted was to garner any more attention. "With you on my arm, you'll be the one attracting everyone's eye." Which was perfectly ok in his book, so long as he was the one going home with her when the night was up.

"Oh? You think the public eye would favor me over their favorite patriot?" The brush paused in its sweep through her hair, giving him the chance to pry it from her damp fingers. Loki was startled; it showed in her eyes, the way her lips formed a soft O, but she didn't deny Steve this opportunity. Such a little thing, and it warmed him to the core.

"Yeah, I do." He guided Loki back to the bed and sat her down on the edge. Almost instinctively she shifted sideways, offering Steve complete access to her raven mane, now tumbling with waves and a smattering of curls. Though he didn't buy into Loki's 'god' status, he was tempted to tell her she lived up to her royal title. She looked just like a princess. "You're beautiful like this," Steve picked up what Loki had started and combed her hair, watching her expression come alive with amusement, and something softer.

"Sentiment," she murmured, catching his eye. "I'm not a mind reader. Your thoughts are an open book, written all over that handsome face. Anyone with a glimmer of intelligence could realize what you were thinking."

"You say that, but I think you're downplaying your own abilities. You don't have to be a mind reader to understand people, Loki." The brush glided though her satin locks, which he then smoothed back into place with his palm. "You got Tony to talk about his problems, when no one else could. Don't you think that says something?"

Loki's non-committed hum made her opinion very clear. "As Anthony is so fond of reminding everyone, we've bonded over our familiar issues. Particularly the ones pertaining to our fathers. That hardly makes our relationship special, nor anything worth praise."

"Maybe not. But it does say a lot about you." Steve tucked a few pieces of hair over her shoulder, the tips reaching her stomach, tickling ivory white skin. He followed them with his free hand and covered the flat mound, tracing patterns across it, coaxing the trickster into a more subdued state. She was stubborn to the core, egotistical while filled with self loathing. A harsh contradiction. That was Loki, through and through. Steve adored her for it. "You have a way with people. You make them want to talk, tell you things."

"My silver tongue. It has cultivated many's feelings towards me. I assure you, most were not pleasant." All of a sudden Steve's hand was pushed away from her stomach, and he was left with a slit eyed trickster staring up at him, Loki's lithe hands tangling in his hair, teasing the strands into disarray. "Steven...are you trying to distract me? You are only delaying the inevitable. You know Anthony will hunt us down if we never show. As this is his tower, there are very few places we could hide..."

Everything she said was true. Tony would come after them both with a vengeance if they didn't show up to the dinner. And since Loki was a soft spot for him, the inventor wouldn't show any mercy. "I can handle Tony. He's not my main priority anyway. You are." Steve set the brush down and held Loki's face between his hands, making her look at him. "You, Loki."

If his words rattled her, the only visible response was the slight widening of her eyes, and her milky hands falling to rest on his shoulders. He was used to Loki's acts, and knew how to tell when they were defensive in nature. This was one of those times. "Then what do you propose? Shall we ignore Anthony's invitation, simply so you may..what, precisely? Indulge in some carnal delights?"

"You make it all sound so terrible," Steve chuckled. "Am I a bad friend if I'd rather spend time with you?" A silent alone was implied, and he felt her body shiver beneath his palms. With a little more coaxing, Loki would be better open to his suggestions. "I'm not trying to stall or anything. I just thought we had some time to spare before we had to meet up with the others. But you're right. It's better to be punctual." Teasing aside her mane, Steve kissed her neck and smiled coaxingly. "If you need any help getting dressed, I'm happy to lend a hand."

Loki's brow almost vanished into her hairline. "The point of getting dressed is to put clothes on your person, Steven. Not take them off. I had thought you mortals intelligent enough to realize the difference."

"Which is why I offered to help. You want to be on time, right?" Ever the gentleman, he helped her to her feet. It was impossible for him to ignore her nudity, when Loki was made of sumptuous curves and legs that would put any girl from his time to shame, save one. Unlike certain other Avengers that would remain unnamed though, Steve was respectful enough not to stare. He'd seen Loki's body dozens of times, both as a woman, and a man. And he really had no preference towards either, despite what the trickster wanted to believe.

"Have you any idea what you plan to wear? I've seen the contents of your closet, Steven. You lack anything more formal than a pair of slacks." A thoughtful once over of her reflection satisfied her well enough, and Loki cast a green glowing hand over the bedspread. The magic coagulated, taking on the shape of a tight knit gown, and the garments to go underneath. Loki picked up the slinky underwear and held it in front of her, a grin teasing her lips. "I could conjure you something as well."

"Thanks, but I'm sure I'll find something." Steve was patient, and waited for her to pull on her panties before he helped her into her bra and snapped the clasps together, adjusting the straps over her shoulders. "You know, clothes were a lot different in my time."

Loki's thank you was quiet, and a touch breathless as she lifted a set of stockings off the coverlet. Steve grinned to himself; they were silk, and looked remarkably similar to the ones from the forties. "Anthony says they were rather prudish, though that's likely his personal bias. He showed me pictures of his father, and some others during the war. Your fashions were interesting, but hardly worthy of such a label." Fingering the material, Loki peeked at him through her lashes. "I find them charming."

Charming, huh? "Not sure if that's the word I would've used." Steve kissed the spot below Loki's ear and chuckled. "There were a lot more layers back then. And we didn't have much finery to go around," he gave the stockings a telltale grin, wandering his hand down the crest of her hip. "You would've been damn lucky to have a pair of those back in my day."

"Why is that? Was silk such a rare commodity?" Loki wrapped the fabric around her fingers, fondling it gently. Distracting herself, more like, though it didn't mask the flare of goose bumps that washed down her body as he teased her outer thigh with the pad of his thumb.

"It was a big hit with the army. They bought it in surplus, to use for parachutes, maps. Didn't leave a lot for the common gal." His fingertips skimmed across ivory skin, firm but lazy. There were so many things Steve could do that would shatter her will, make the trickster fall into his arms with demands for satisfaction, but that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to make her need it. "That's one of the nice things about this century. No wartime shortages."

"Mm. Asgard has been peaceful for a thousand years. Other than small skirmishes, we've had no cause for war." Which meant no shortages. Steve thoughtfully drew his fingers towards the apex of Loki's thighs, feeling her draw in a sharp breath. "We..have never experienced the same sufferings you mortals endure. Your woes are a mystery to us.."

"Are they?" Steve parried. "I think you understand more than you let yourself believe, Loki." She was waiting, anxious, the pounding of her heart thrumming through the arm he draped beneath her breasts and used to press her back against him, trapping Loki's body against his own. "You don't give yourself enough credit."

Her legs spread at the knee, beckoning him to touch, stroke, do whatever he wanted. Steve was tempted. "Then show me," Loki cajoled, hot lips finding the muscles cording his neck and tracing across them, her own style of pleading. "You believe me to deserve more than what I offer myself? Show me then, Steven, what you think it is that I've earned."

With an open invitation like that, it was hard for him to say no. "What about Tony's dinner? I know you didn't forget about that," Steve deliberately teased her, leaving his hand resting just above her silk clad navel as she wrung her thin stockings around her hands, likely marking them full of runs. "Don't you want to go?"

"Steven!" Loki made a noise akin to a snarl and threw the ruined clothing away. Turning on him, the god clamped her hand around his bicep, nails scouring his flesh, and pushed him back to the edge of the bed. "Do you dare to make a mockery of my needs?"

Steve chuckled. "I'll take that as a no then." A single move flipped their positions and had her spread out on the bed beneath him, his knee wedged between hers, opening her legs for him. Steve tucked a tuft of hair behind her ear and exposed Loki's vibrant gaze to the light, all viscous emerald and arousal, searing him through with its intensity. One look had damned him; there was no way he was able to resist that gaze. "I guess we're two of a mind then," he growled, bending over the trickster's dewy, panting form as his hand returned to the spot between her legs, this time applying pressure, drawing out the first of what he hoped would be many more noises that night. When it came to Loki's needs, he preferred the slow, patient approach. And he had all the time in the world to show her that.  
The Slow Approach

Yup. I have no real explanation for this, except.....yeah. I wanted to write it. Heheh. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel, blablablaaaaaa, Steve Rogers and Loki aren't mine, ETC.

Thor adored his consort in ways he could never hope to express, but it was the moments like this where his heart truly soared. The unyielding quiet of night, broken only by whisper of silk against their limbs and Loki’s slow breathing as his chest rose and fell, the vibration thrumming through Thor’s skin. Chuckling to himself, he perched the bulk of his weight upon his elbow and watched the Jotun curled beside him in slumber. Loki was ever the beauteous creature, yet there was something…enthralling about him this way. Asleep, his every feature was softened until they appeared almost delicate in nature. From the chiseled cheekbones to his thin but curvaceous lips, Loki resembled a doll made of flawless china, were it only painted blue. Many others would see the color, and subsequently his heritage, as a misfortune. Thor never could. He adored the young prince for who, and what he was. Not a thing about him would he change. Even his tempestuous nature was precious to the thunderer.

There was a stirring beside him as Loki turned on his side, raven hair tumbling across the pillow. It was sweet smelling from the oils he favored bathing in, and the texture resembled a bolt of satin, liquid smooth and just as soft. Thor couldn’t resist gathering several of the strands in his palm to nuzzle them, the scent of wintergreen tickling his nose. But once he started, there was no way to simply stop, pull back. These opportunities were far too rare for Thor not to take advantage of. Loki was not the sort for physical affection, lest he was in one of his moods. He was rather like a cat in that manner. That was precisely why Thor basked in these fleeting moments, giving himself over to the opportunity of kissing his lover’s patterned flesh, the bloodlines traced with his tongue and forefinger.

“Mm…” Loki stirred, but didn’t wake.. He never did. His sleep was blissfully deep and restful, only the smallest reactions making it seem as if it might be broken. Thor took care to keep it so, guiding his hand under the thin sheet his consort slept beneath to touch an azure thigh. Loki was clothed in the thinnest wrap imaginable to spare himself from the heat, and it left much of his sumptuous body available for perusal. Thor grazed his hand lower, letting it pass ever so lightly over the apex between Loki’s legs. The silk protected him, kept their skin from meeting, not that he needed the touch to know what was there. There wasn’t a part of the Jotun’s body that he didn’t know. From the crown of his horns all the way to the tips of his toes, he knew him, and intimately so.

Temptation called to him, urging Thor to part silk and slip his fingers across Loki’s sensitive lips. He almost gave in too. Loki was asleep, vulnerable, and Thor was not in the habit of resisting him when he didn’t have to. Yet he did exactly that, grasping his lover by the knee instead and turning him more onto his side, a muscled arm wrapping around his narrow waist. He wasn’t about to ruin this moment, no matter how much his body called to Loki’s, urging them to mate. Make love, he corrected, scrolling his fingertips down the markings webbing the small of that sapphire spine. What they had together was special, and he wouldn’t take advantage of his consort. When Loki awoke, Thor could give him the attention he so desired, but until then he’d keep his touches at a minimum.

Well….by his standards. It was trying, when Loki made the most alluring noises when he was asleep. They were delicate, like painted glass, each paced across the span of minutes as Thor kneaded the already relaxed muscles of his upper thighs, slowly working his way back up the length of his body. This, he could comfortably do. His touches weren’t sexual in nature, though the sounds coming from his lover’s lips certainly invoked a similar response within him. Thor chuckled through his arousal, kissing the hollow of Loki’s throat and listening quietly to his responsive coo. Fate had graced him with a consort that was perfection given flesh and bone. The least he could do was appreciate it, show Loki how much he-

“Thor….” the body against his own rippled with movement, particularly in the thighs. Startled, Thor looked at Loki’s sleeping face, expecting it to be ever still in its peaceful mask. Instead, sleep drenched crimson stared back at him, and there was a surprising amount of warmth within them for someone who’d just been prematurely awoken.

“Loki.” Immediately Thor brought his hand up to cup a frozen cheek, the pad of his thumb trailing across the harsh bone structure. “I never meant to wake you. You have my apologies.” Unusually hesitant, knowing there was a chance Loki could be angry with him, if not furious, he touched a kiss to the place between his brows and recoiled away, putting space between them. “If you still want to rest, I’ll take my leave.” Though he hoped Loki would allow him to stay, continue to hold him, cradle his lither form against his own. As it was, the Jotun only looked at him in silence, until he reached up to press two fingers on Thor’s lips with a small grin.

“For better or worse, did we not vow to remain at each other’s sides? If you disturbing my sleep is the harshest grievance you have to offer, then I suppose I can make do and endure it.” Loki took full advantage of his surprise and wrapped his arm around Thor’s neck, forcefully pulling him down until his warm mouth could touch the ridge of his collarbone. “Now continue, husband, lest I show you how truly irritated I can become when my sleep is disturbed.”

To say he was shocked by Loki’s responses would be a terrible understatement, but never was he the one to do something against his love’s best interests. At first he was unsure if it was a just or not, Loki’s idea of revenge. After several seconds past and he only looked expectantly at the thunderer, one brow arching towards his hairline, Thor conceded, a slow smile taking shape on his rugged face. “If you want me to stay, then I shall. Whatever my consort desires,” he murmured, taking the little fiend back into his arms as he buried his face in black hair and basked in his presence. Loki melted into his embrace with a soft sigh, completely giving in. It was the final act that fully broke Thor’s inhibitions. He hugged him even closer and tangled their limbs together, allowing himself to enjoy it all. Awake, or asleep, he loved Loki. Thor would do anything for him. But having his permission in this made their quiet moment all the sweeter.  
The Quiet Moments
I get distracted by these little ideas, and then I have to write them, just so I can focus on those other, bigger things. Ah well! Such are the woes of a writer, I suppose XD

Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, etc etc. You know how it goes.
Loki had never seen rain before. Jotunheim was far too cold for anything but snow and ice, the latter which covered all in a thick, unrelenting gloss of bluish-green. He remembered staring at the heavens and imagining what might lie outside the dower abyss, in a world where all wasn't frozen and barred against the realms beyond. This was like nothing he could have ever dreamed. He could feel the power of the storm above his head, slate and raven hued clouds converging together with a loud rumbling that reminded him of glaciers cracking down the middle. There was a brilliant flash of white light too, flashing in jagged spires across the sky. Loki shielded his eyes before it could blind him completely, and through the glow he saw a dark shape float down from the clouds, the rain never touching his powerful form.

“So the tales are true,” Loki murmured, lowering his hand to better see the man as he approached. “You do possess power over the storm.”

Tossing back his golden hair, Thor frowned when he saw the drenched Jotun and hastened his step until they were but a foot away from each other, the circle of dryness protecting him now extended to Loki as well. “Loki, you shouldn’t be out here.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. It’s hardly as if I’m going to catch a chill.” He had to brush back his soaked hair to meet Thor’s eyes, and he was instantly captivated by the powerful gaze staring back at him, shimmering each time the lightning struck. It was like looking into two brilliant opals, their surfaces rippling with electric blue. Loki shivered and moved closer to the thunderer, tasting ozone and something fiery hot on his tongue, a thrilling tingle running down his arms from the proximity with the electrically charged god. “I never imagined it was like this..”

“Like what?” Thor swept off his cape and draped it around Loki’s shoulders, streamers of raven silk staining the material a darker, almost bloody shade of red. Loki clutched at it and gently fondled the cloth with his fingertips, finding it heavy, but ridiculously soft, engulfing his lither form in its warmed folds. “You are soaked through. Loki, how long have you been standing out here?” It looked as if Thor meant to scold him, and if not for his obvious concern Loki might have criticized him for it. Instead he allowed the thunderer to go on his sentimental tirade as he turned his eyes to the storm above their heads, which seemed to grow louder with Thor’s words, lightning striking through the smoky blue and illuminating the rain, making it resemble molten silver. “Loki? Loki!” Two hands suddenly appeared in his peripheral vision, guiding his eyes back to Thor’s. “Are you listening to me?”

“Of course I am,” Loki soothed, leaning into Thor’s left hand. He was a talented liar, and yet his silver tongue seemed ineffective today; Thor was frowning at him, though a touch of humor burned in his cobalt gaze. “Now Thor, don’t look at me like that. You can hardly blame me if I’m a little distracted! I’ve never seen this before. Rain, the storm-” he took a few steps away from the prince’s side and reached outside the invisible barrier protecting them from the elements. Rain still fell in plentiful torrents from the sky, and within seconds Loki’s palm was soaked, droplets following the natural contours and bloodlines marking his skin until a single bead was left pooling at his inner elbow. He stared at it, fascinated. “It’s all so..” Loki breathed the scents in, then released the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, dewing his lips with cool moisture. “..Enthralling.”

Having stepped up behind him, perhaps of a mind to pull him back, Thor watched Loki gaze at the dark sky with its mercurial streamers and hesitated. “….I had forgotten that you are not of this world. This must all be strange to you.” He laid a hand on the trickster’s elbow and drew him back a few paces, smirking faintly as rain continued to drip from his bluish fingertips. “Truly, you have never seen rain before?”

“Of course not, you oaf. When would I have had the chance? My realm is a wasteland, filled with naught but spires and glaciers, and cliffs of ice that would make even the tallest giant look small.” In comparison, Loki was little more than a speck on the ground. Here though--much as he felt enveloped by the storm, wrapped in its charge, he could sense his own powers responding to the call. It was a seductive thrill, and made him wonder too. If Thor could harness all this might for himself, then what might they accomplish together? He and his intended…

“Loki. Your seidr.” Thor called attention to his hands, bright with the frosted green swirls of his magic. It had responded without thinking, and Loki felt it in the air, a touch of warmth to the chill he otherwise exuded. “Be not mistaken. The power over the storms is mine to command. You can no more hold dominion over it than I your mastery of ice and snow.” The warning was not unkind, but came out sounding rather amused, as if Thor found his fascination comical. “Loki, heed me. Whatever madness runs through that head of yours, discard it now. This is beyond you.”

“You are the one who is mistaken,” Loki returned Thor’s smirk and lifted his hand, putting its palm full of emerald and rain water on full display. “I care not for controlling the storms, Thor. That gift is yours, and it is not one I covet. I was only…curious.” With a puff of air the rain turned to flecks of ice, glittering like tiny diamonds against his skin. He blew them at Thor with a cheeky grin and then allowed his seidr to dissipate into thin air, leaving only the faintest glitter of ice before the thunderer brushed it away. It melted almost instantly at the contact with his warm skin. “To me, such weather as this is an anomaly. I heard the thunder from my rooms, and I couldn’t resist getting a closer look. It’s impossible to ignore, Thor. You who are so used to all this wouldn’t realize the thrall it can hold.”

What had been amusement morphed into full on laughter, heartily shaking the thunder god’s frame. “You think so, do you?” Synced with his moods, the rain outside their bubble dispersed to a faint trickling; the sound of it was airy, lighthearted. It filled Loki with a strange sense of mirth, even though he didn’t entirely understand why. “Loki, I understand. Centuries could pass, and I will still marvel at the sheer force that harkens to my fingertips. Is it not the same as your seidr?”

He wasn’t incorrect. Loki hadn’t been expecting such a comparison though. Boasts about his might and strength, his prowess with that force which was his to command; this was what the Jotun had thought he would hear. Yet Thor compared their powers, as if they were equals. The warmth in his chest blossomed, spreading its roots throughout his entire body. “I suppose,” Loki responded, “though your magic is very different from mine. I would hardly think to compare the two.”

“But not so different that you are beyond comprehension.” Thor took the Jotun’s hand and walked him to the barrier, passing his hand through the intangible force to touch the rainfall. “I have controlled the storms for many years, Loki. To me, they have always appeared beautiful, and that beauty only grows as the years trickle past. With the growth of my power comes fresh understanding, a knowledge of that which dwells within my veins. It is a force those unlike us can never hope to fathom.” Again with the mention of them both. Loki wanted to ponder this development, but Thor left his thoughts a touch fuzzy as he called to the skies above and commanded a thicker downpour, the cold liquid sloshing in his cupped palm. And there was their master himself, leaning down to whisper in Loki’s ear. “You see as I do, but this is only the beginning. There is much we can show each other, Loki.” Thor released his hand and walked out into the rain, proffering his own to the smaller prince whilst a warm smile spread over his lips. “Come. If you want to experience a proper storm, then allow me to pave the way.”

“….You do strike a hard bargain.” His own smile taking shape, Loki wrapped Thor’s cape tighter around himself and laid his fingers on that golden palm. It was as his books had always said. When in doubt, seek out the source of that which holds your interest. And he was happy to allow Thor to lead him on.
Pave the Way

Just a short little thing I was inspired to write. Short, sweet, and to the point. A touch of fluffiness too.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, or any part of it.

  • Mood: Amazed
  • Listening to: Servant of Evil-Spanish
  • Drinking: Pepsi
My fucking childhood. You guys don't even UNDERSTAND. I wasn't one of those kids who was hooked on the original SM anime. My fix was the manga, in all its lush beauty and gloriousness. I absolutely fell in love with it (I liked the anime well enough), and NOW. FUCKING NOW. We have a new, totally beautiful anime that is following the manga more closely, and giving us characters we know and adore, but PROPERLY. 

I could fucking cry. 

That episode was just pure beauty. 


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Hey. My name's Az. About all you need to know. Yeah. Uhh....well shit, ok, guess I should say some stuff other stuff, huh? Ahh....I'm weird. There. Explanation enough :paranoid: Hngh. Ok, here's a bit more info. I'm old enough to drink and smoke, I live in scenic nowhere, work in retail and obsessively rage at people on a daily basis, and I'm considered to be potentially homicidal/psychotic/and severely deranged by a few different people. Bitchy too, but that one at least I agree too ;)

Here's the basic rundown of stuff you might wanna know........I do shit. Smoke, drink, contemplate murder in the first degree--but you guys don't care about that, yeah? You wanna know what I do on HERE. Welp, it's pretty simple. I cosplay and write. Yup. See? Simple. :giggle: yeeeah, probably not enough detail for you guys. Mkay, well.....I write for different fandoms, different pairings and all that. If you really wanna know which ones, you can check out the fics yourself, see if there's anything you like.

Ahh---cosplay. Yeah. I do it too. You can see what I've done by, y'know, checking out my gallery and the pictures to the left. Duh. B seems to b (ha, pun!) pretty popular, but Mello and Izaya are in there too, as well as some newer ones, like Queen Chrysalis. I have more things planned, like Jack Frost, Rarity, a couple others.

Fuck, I feel like I should be saying more. Uhm.....well fuck, I dunno? I do requests, if they're cool enough, and I'm cool with art trades too. Been screwed outta a few of those though, so I'll probably only do one if I think you're reliable--and, y'know, if I like your art :rofl: That's kinda important. Speaking of art though, I'm totally cool with you guys writing/drawing/cosplaying/etc shit based off things I've done. Just ask first, ok? And send me links! It's great that you wanna do it, and frankly I'll be flattered...just--permission. Yeah. :nod: Not so hard to ask a simple question guys. I'll usually say yes :D

That's about all I've got to say. ^^; If you guys wanna know more about me, then I suggest checking out my other sites, and look up the people I hang with here on DA. They all have some fantastic art, whether it be cosplay, fanfiction, fanart, etc. :heart: Or, y'know, you could just comment on my profile, or note me. I always respond :D I've got a tumblr and skype too, and you're welcome to chat with me at either place. Some of ya already do ;) My tumblr page is here: and my Skype name is shinigamilordazeran. I've got a sarcasm quote as my profile pic :rofl: You can also find me at AO3 under the name Azeran. I've got a lot of newer fics up there.

Yeah.......later! :XD:

Groups I run/co-run here on DA:
- :iconmurderousjustice:
- :iconcruel-reflection:
- :iconmattloversanonymous:

DA Family:

Bro: :iconblusparkles:
Thingy: :iconmoonrabbit22291:
Partner: :icongore-font:
Kids: :iconghostlyfla: and :iconyurinoki: (creator of a shit metric ton of fanart :XD:)
Sister: :iconallons-y-23: and :iconheadpikachu:
Elder sister: :iconlawllipop-bag: (she demanded I change this)
Matt-bros: :iconsilentaddiction23: :iconcashretorical: :icondoomkittyz: and :iconcoolstorymatt:
B-hoes: :icongore-font: :iconsyenosis: :icongreywriter: :iconblooming-tree:…

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otakuprincess445 Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for joining my group :)
ElyonBlackStar Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the fav! ^w^
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
My pleasure :heart:
XMidnight-NightmareX Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
HI i'm so glad i got to meet you at OMGcon i had fun hanging out with you on saturday
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:heart: it was nice to meet you dear!
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SilentAddiction23 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday, Az! Goddamn, how old are you?
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:paranoid: 23
SilentAddiction23 Featured By Owner May 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Well damn.
otakuprincess445 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
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Highway3 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday! 
Lord-Azeran Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you!
Highway3 Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
your welcome :D 
Vahisa Featured By Owner May 12, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Have a great birthday!
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