The Rightful King of Asgard


"You’re just lucky I’m too tired to stay mad for long," he murmured, closing his eyes as he shook his head. After a moment, he slowly stood and made his way out to the kitchen to check on the ice packs. A few minutes later, he returned with a sack full of the ice packs.

"Well, you were right," he said softly, flopping down to rest for a moment. "But next time, be patient. All the ice packs in the world won’t help you if you keel over on me."

"Never fear…I’m…At least 60% sure that I would not die from using my magic…Slip into a coma, perhaps, but I think I would survive," Loki replied with a soft chuckle in his voice. Truthfully, he had no idea what would happen if he pushed himself too far, but at this point he felt well enough to think the spell had not caused any lasting harm.

Slowly, the Trickster pushed himself up, as though making to try and stand, but he did not have the strength. “I might…need just a moment…”the Silvertongue spoke, voice again wavering just slightly in embarrassment…He was not used to being so helpless…


On the one hand, he wanted to tell Loki to lay back down. But on the other hand, if the god felt well enough to sit up, Bruce couldn’t really tell him not to. So he sat up with him, holding his hand tight. “Don’t push yourself too hard,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over the back of Loki’s hand.

He noticed when the god started breathing hard and sighed when Loki spoke. “What did you do?” he asked, shaking his head. “I thought I said not to use magic.”

"…You did…" Loki replied, just a little sheepishly, still breathing heavily as he spoke,"…But…You know as well as I that…Patience, has never been…My forte…" He leaned back against the wall, as the room tilted around him…Truthfully, the Trickster knew he had pushed himself too far…But he had not wanted to wait any more to be close to Bruce.

"…I’m sorry," He replied, sounding truly remorseful as he said the words..He had not meant to upset the doctor, nor to exacerbate his condition, but wanted dearly to leave the safety of the shower in favor of the opportunity to be near the other.

Down the Rabbit Hole || Loki & Eames


He listened as the boy spoke, explained the situation at hand. His mind was trying to work out if what he was hearing was the truth or some sort of lie. Body language was what he normally used in the waking world but this wasn’t the real world, it was a dream, the other’s subconscious and everything that he relied on in one world was useless in this one. And Eames hated that he had nothing to really rely on. He could forge one of the things walking around. It wouldn’t be perfect but it would be close enough that he could slip into the asylum without much problem. If they spoke to him then there would be an issue but something told him they rarely spoke to one another which meant he should be able to get into the asylum without much issue.

There was just a part of him that hated leaving the two boys outside. Even if they were nothing more than advanced projections they felt pain, they knew what was going on in the asylum. Eames knew they’d be useful. Very useful but he couldn’t just take them with him. “Hey, hey look at me,” he said, resting his hand on the darker haired boy’s shoulder. He couldn’t even imagine the pain that he was going through. Yes, he’d been shot before but that was nothing to basically having surgery done while you were awake. “It’ll be okay. I just need your help, okay? I need to know what I could be walking into once I step through the doors. Think you can help me with that?” If not, he was going to be in far more trouble than he imagined.

Though seeing the boy in pain, knowing that the source of it was so close had him thinking of just abandoning any sort of common sense and rushing into the building. Eames knew that Loki was a prisoner of SHIELD and that once he dragged him from this dream world he’d be turning him back over to another torturer. But seeing the two boys, one in obvious pain, made him forget that that’s what he was there for – to drag Loki back so that they could question him. It wasn’t the first time he’d forgotten what waited for him topside. Most of the jobs he took on were easy, didn’t require him to do much other than forge and convince their mark to turn over what they knew. This was unlike any job he’d done and there was a part of him that regretted taking it.

But he had no choice. He was there and he would finish it one way or another. Even if it meant turning over Loki to someone who would most likely torture him in similar fashion to what he was currently going through. “I want to help you, yes,” he told him, offering the boy a hint of a smile. And he did – want to help him. Eames just wasn’t certain how he could. Not when he had no idea what Chitauri were or if they had any weakness that he could exploit. “I don’t know how, though. I need your help. Think you can do that?” If not, they were all in trouble. More trouble than he could realistically get them out of. But then again, this was a dream. Anything was possible and he could toy with the architecture, put things back to where he would have the advantage. Even if it meant getting their attention and focusing their efforts on him and not the original in the asylum.

"….I need you to help me….But…This is going to hurt, so please…..Listen closely…I may not be able to do this again…" The child close his eyes, trying to reconnect with the other copies of himself that had been sent out….first he ran into the mind of the closest, the one in the yard…It’s mind was shattered, empty, save for the knowledge of the pain it was in. Quickly, he jumped out, into the thoughts of the next closest - one that had been captured on the steps, and dragged back inside…..It was laying near the doors, eviscerated…The boy whimpered, feeling the projection’s intestines as they had been pulled from his body, and used to suspend him against the wall. This one had retained his limbs, but it’s hands had been bound and secured above it, with it’s own entrails, so it could do nothing to save itself.

”..The…There are three more inside, still playing with the one they captured…” He whispered, sounding terrified as he did so. As copies, they could not die - only suffer endlessly until the original was allowed to call them back…Clearly however, the Chitauri had done something to him to keep Loki from retracting the copies…

"…Beyond that…One of us has fallen…I…I can feel a knife, in my head..I can’t move…But…there…are no Chitauri around me…" The blond boy reached out, slowly putting a hand to the dark haired child’s shoulders, as though trying to soothe him…It did not appear to help.

"…Beyond that, there are stairs…another one of us…..Is pinned to the wall by blades….dozens of them…" The child began to weep as he felt the agony of the copies left inside the building…He wanted to pull back, but he knew that he had to keep jumping from mind to mind of the others, to grant this stranger as much information as he could, if there were to be any chance that his mind might be saved… "Two Chitauri sit near by, though they pay me little attention…"

The boy cringed then, feeling two minds at once. “…Up the stairs…they have….two more of us…I…I have…Three Chitauri…and a knife…in…inside…” The boy’s eyes widened - clearly he had not dared venture into the minds of the other nine until this point, but now that he had, he was struggling to process it. How could his tormenters still be playing with their captured copies? Why would they not leave the boys to ruin…? None of them could move, he could tell as much as that, so why would the aliens continue to maim the motionless children? The boy could not understand it.

Three of the versions of himself remained, the three that had been captured closest to escape…And the boy was terrified to go any closer. “Please…Please don’t make me go any further…” He begged, knowing that if Eames were to have any kind of shot at saving him, he should give the forger as much information as he could…but he hurt…so much did it hurt, he could not bring himself to try. All he wanted was to retreat, into this copy - the last that was whole, healthy and safe…The only one not burdened by constant agony….He did not know if he could stand to continue.

[A Captain’s War] Loki || Steve


At the mentioning of having eternity with one another, the Captain grinned as he very much enjoyed the idea. Then again, it was a feeling that he had never quite shared with anyone else until that very moment. It were as if he’d been empty for so long, not knowing what it was like to truly live everyday. Instead of following the daily orders or given commands, he was following his intuition, feelings and perhaps even his heart when it came to the British soldier. 

Once more he found his train of thought broken as the other lead him along. Though he only offered another smile as his hand was taken and he followed after the Captain. As the approached the bombed out sections of the city he knitted his brow in confusion. Not entirely able to understand why Loki had brought him to the crumbling building. Even then he didn’t doubt the other as he ducked under and into the opening of the old structure in order to escape the rain that steadily began to fall. 

He continued to follow the trickster, never once questioning him as they worked their way through the rubble and finally up a flight of stairs. Steve noticed the scattered papers laying about, as well as broken canvases and brushes that had littered the floor. Though as the city view came into sight, the super soldier’s breathing nearly hitched. It was breathtaking to say the very least. To see the city sparkle and shine despite the dismay and chaos that still surrounded the countryside. 

Steve’s gaze fell to James’ as he motioned for him to join. Without hesitation the blond approached him and instead of taking a seat beside him, he found himself maneuvering behind the trickster. Wrapping his arms tightly around the other’s waist as he rested his chin on Loki’s shoulder. Even if the rain wasn’t showing any signs of letting up, it didn’t seem to bother either of them. 

"It’s beautiful." Rogers mumbled into the crook of Loki’s neck before planting a gentle kiss to it. Though he wasn’t just speaking of the city itself. 

Feeling the other slide into place, just behind him, Loki smiled…To have someone who so clearly wanted to be near him, to touch him, to hold him…He had stopped even wishing for such a thing decades ago…It had become a whim and a fantasy, nothing more, until he had met the Captain.

Between the chill of the falling rain, and the warmth Steve naturally gave off, the Trickster was content…He placed his hands atop the soldier’s, holding them in place, as if hoping that should he not let go, the moment would never need to end. He leaned gently against the other, tilting his head to rest it against the other’s in contentment. However, he then felt Steve move, ever so slightly, repositioning his lips to James’ neck….Loki smiled at the touch, leaning away ever so slightly to allow the American better access to his skin.

"…I find that the view is much improved by the company it is observed with….I have never enjoyed it half so much until this moment…" he said with a smile. The rain fell around them, splashing on the ground as it began to gather in puddles, gathering particularly in the gashes left in the earth as the scars of war…In the distance, a bolt of lightning flashed, though they had a little time before that part of the storm was upon them…

Trickster Vs. Trickster || Loki and Gabe


"Right you are, kiddo. You are a smart one, aren’t you?" He grinned at the other trickster. "I obviously picked the right person to impersonate." He chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh, that’s for sure. Humans are naturally convinced that they can take on the world if they set their tiny little minds to it. Idiots. Big hearted idiots, but idiots."

Loki smirked slightly, enjoying the way the other spoke the words, and the words of praise (though truthfully he did not know for certain if they were in earnest, or if they were a playful jab).

"Surprisingly, too they seem to have managed to succeed, to a remarkable degree considering their limitations…" the Trickster replied, mulling over the accomplishments the Midgardians had achieved, "…They are tenacious things…They fight for every inch, and often it earns them more than they had been aiming for…"


"You are correct. You are not the same man but that is no a terrible thing. Am I the same Sif you knew me to be? I would like to think not." She brushed his hair behind his ear and sighed. "You do not believe in yourself so I must or else what hope shall either of us have?"

"…I do not know if you are who my mind tells me you have always been…Of late, I find…I cannot trust what I know…" He whispered, hesitantly…Words like that were of the kind that usually brought the blue back into his vision, and the blinding headaches that came with it when he tried to hold the change at bay…But he could not bring himself to lie to her about it.


Without thinking, Sif leaned forward and presses her lips to his forehead. “Do not worry yourself with such thoughts. I am in no danger from you. You are much stronger than you realize, Loki. I merely voice what you already know.”

She could not look away from his eyes. They held her attention without any sign of every letting go. “As I said before…i shall remain at your side as long as you desire.”

"…You remember me as I was…As I had been before…I have weakened, Sif…I am not who I was when I believed myself to be Aesir…" Loki did not know if he could explain, not truly…His sanity had been smashed, reforged, and smashed again, over and over until the Titan had thought him ready…He had already tried to hurt her…How could the warrior be so confident he would not try again?

Trickster Vs. Trickster || Loki and Gabe


"Where there’s a will, there’s a way, I guess." Gabriel shrugged, even though he tended to agree with the god. "Some of ‘em are too stupid for their own good. There’s a few of ‘em though who always surprise me." He let out a small huff of laughter. "You mean the Winchesters? Those idiots rely more on luck than anything." Another laugh. "Though they are better than some."

"…Is there not a supplier of firearms what shares that name?" He asked, musing slightly when the other spoke of the humans…Somehow, he vaguely remembered having heard the name somewhere before, possibly in Midgardian film…But what were the odds of that? Men who used any number of weapons to fight the creatures that went bump in the night, sharing the name of one of a gunsmith? Unlikely…

Too though, it seemed to be the standard for mortals to rely on fortune and fate than aught else. “…They are not the only ones who seem to think that hope, ‘elbow grease’ and spite will make all the difference when the universe turns against them…It seems to be a trademark of their species.”


"I haven’t seen a Disney movie in years," he said with a chuckle, indicating that he had, indeed, heard of it. "But yeah. I think we deserve to have a little light-hearted fun," he added, indicating that he had no idea what the movie was actually about. "I wanna make sure you’ll be okay to get out of the shower first, though."

Stiffly, the trickster tried to sit up…He knew it was likely too soon, but he was eager to be closer to the Doctor… Maybe, he could weave just a little magic into the ice packs in the freezer, to hurry them along, and keep them cold a while longer…He would have to do it quietly, or Bruce would certainly notice and try to stop him for expending the magic on such a thing, but…He wanted to be near the other, and didn’t want to wait any longer.

Slowly, he reached out with his magic, sending it creeping through the apartment as little more than a perfume with no scent, focusing and fighting for every inch that he could extend it…He would have sent it straight through the wall to the freezer, but he did not think he had the strength to send it through more than just the freezer door. The open air was easier, it gave no resistance against his efforts. Still, the distance it needed to travel was longer this way…Though it would leave him tired, at least, he believed this option stood a chance of success.

Once the small pulse had reached the kitchen, he had to focus all the more, sending it through the door, and using it to prod at the ice packs the other had made…Already, they had chilled well, but were only just beginning to freeze…He let the pulse go then, sensing it settle into the packs, finishing the job, and hurrying them along to the point where they were ready for use.

Loki was left panting ever so slightly, trying to keep it as quiet as he could, so as not to let Banner know what he had done, but somehow he knew he was being too obvious about it. “…If you like…I think, we may be able to…See if i can leave now,” the Trickster said quietly, with a sheepish smile on his face…He just hoped Bruce wouldn’t be too upset with him for using magic.

M!A Switch: Steve and Loki switch bodies for 24 hours!




          Within an instant the anon’s magic had taken hold of the Captain. His once muscular build had suddenly transformed into a more slender frame, even gaining a few inches of height. Steve’s normal attire of a t-shirt and khakis had been replaced with copious amount of leathers. The Captain held out his hands, surveying them as his pupils were blown wide. “—This’ll be hard to explain to the team.”

”—I never,” he would have finished with ‘said that’ but the way Loki slipped the fork between his lips had distracted him from his thought. Even if it was his own visage that stared back at him, the captain still saw the trickster. Every subtle sly smirk or gesture that had been easily picked up by the blond. Despite the recent turn of events, the captain seemed to be adjusting quite well. His current form required little ‘maintenance’ in order to perform daily tasks—which, for once he was perfectly fine with that. If anything, it was a nice change of pace. 

            “Yeah, in terms of the mini-fridge.” Steve chuckled softly under his breath at his own comment. After all, he hadn’t mentioned anything in regards to sparring. The soldier moved from the counter and within two, long strides he was just mere inches from the trickster. He dragged a single digit down the front of his own shirt, mapping familiar muscles and  halting before the other’s belt line. “I’d like you to reconsider a more suitable position.” There’s a wide grin spread across his lips as the subject it quickly changed.

"Oh, that I cannot do. We’re getting the mini-fridge," Loki replied casually, laughing with Steve’s voice and a soft smile. He looked up for just a moment, suddenly realizing his own body was quite close to him…His own finger trailing across what was at least, temporarily, his torso…

The smile turned then, from a smile to a grin. “…I can think of several positions we both might enjoy taking,” Loki turned, so he was facing himself completely now. He reached up, putting one of Steve’s hands against his neck…It was cool, he found, but by no means unpleasant…Slowly, he pulled the other close, until their lips met…It was peculiar, using his love’s lips to kiss his own. He could however, not deny he liked it.