#clintloki

He looked at the other man awkwardly. “I didn't really catch your name last night.”

“Oh.” He looked surprised, enough to make Clint feel a sting of guilt. “In that case I'll make sure you remember it this time.” He stepped closer and suddenly pressed their lips together, kissing Clint with such unexpected passion it took all the air out of his lungs. When he stepped back, his green eyes glittered in a way that would live rent-free in Clint's memories for the rest of his life. “It's Loki.”

Loki x Clint AU X

Shopping for the tower went down south very fast.

The crooks fired more shots, their weapons reminding him too much of the Chitauri for his comfort. He spoke into his com again, a bit of anger in his words. “Could use some backup guys; anyone on?” He was met with silence again and he mumbled a curse, digging through the bag, he sighed to himself as he looked for something to help from the wounds he suffered in the fight. “Let’s see what we have to play doctor with…paper towels, rubbing alcohol and…duct tape?” 

He doused a few of the paper towels, grinding his teeth as he cleaned the stab and gunshot wounds with the rubbing alcohol, mumbling to himself. “I’m gotta beat everyone’s asses when I get home.” He pulled a bunch of the tape off the wheel, putting it over the wound before wrapping it around a lot, covering the injuries. He grunted with each covering, glancing over his cover every so often.

“Anyone there?” He whispered into his com, praying for help; hoping that someone would hear his calls. He knew that Jo and her team were off in space somewhere on a mission, so it would be hard to get help from them, but the others should have been listening to their coms.

Clint sighed as he left the things he bought on the ground, moving to look at the attackers clearer. There was seven of them, each equipped with one of the rifle type weapons that the Chitauri used years ago. Despite the confusion of them having it, Clint knew he had to get one to fight back. He was weaponless against them and there were streets full of innocents who had no idea of what was happening at the shopping mall he was in. 

Clint waited for one of them to get closer, watching the way they interacted with each other to see his weakest link. Lady luck on his side for the moment, the one in question walked towards where he hid. Clint grabbed him, hand wrapped around his mouth while the other went around his neck and he pulled, the weapon hitting the ground as the man screamed behind his hand. 

Keeping a constant pressure on the man’s diaphragm made his consciousness fade and gave Clint the weapon he needed to fight this battle. Clint sighed as he grabbed the weapon, deciding for one last attempt. “Anyone awake?” He paused a few moments, hopeful for a response.

“I’m here Clint.” He sighed in relief at Loki’s words, happy that someone was awake. “I thought you were getting groceries; is everything alright?”

“There’s been an attack at the store; Chitauri weapons and everything. Don’t know too much but-” He cut himself off as the amount of men doubled, Clint narrowing his eyes. “Thirteen up, one down, I need backup on this - I’m already hurt.” 

“I’ll be there momentarily, stay there and stay hidden.” Loki’s words were only a wish, Lady Luck turning her back. Clint was spotted by one of the new arrivals, the group starting to approach the archer. 

“Too late for that!” He called into the com, getting the weapon ready. He charged forward to face the thugs with alien tech, hoping that Loki and the others got here sooner than he thought they would. ******************************************************************************************* “Too late for that!” Loki jumped from the bed, running down the hall as his pajamas shifted to his battle armor, the god skipping the elevator to get the stairs. The man-made machine would take too long and Clint didn’t have that.

“Friday, send the others an emergency wake up call. And get me Barton’s exact location.” He spoke quickly, the AI responding just as fast.

“Done. And he’s at Azure Plaza - the new shopping mall five blocks east from your location.” Loki nodded as he made it to the ground floor.

“Tell the others of the location.” He left the building before he could hear her reply, his mind only on the Archer. While they had a bit of a difficult introduction, Clint was one of the first ones to welcome him to the team aside from his brother. The two had bonded as no one else had spoken to him much, the bond going a bit further than a friendship for them both. 

His mind raced with how he could be hurt; Clint not one to ask for help unless it was a life or death situation. That thought alone made Loki move faster, the shopping strip coming into view as civilians stared at the running god. Forgetting about a full entrance plan, he ran straight in, daggers in hand as he was prepared for anything.

There were only six left, the other seven down as Clint fought in the middle of them, looking too pale and too tired for Loki’s liking. He threw his daggers, them hitting target with ease to take the number down to four. One of the men was thrown into a rage to see his friends taken down, using the sharp point of his weapon to stab Clint threw the stomach.

Loki cried out while Clint fought on, bleeding out, but still willing to keep the battle going. The next attack to Clint bounced off of him, the archer looking a bit dazed at the force field while Loki charged forward, anger in his full being. Any weapon hit slid off of him, the god using a force field of his own to ensure that he could fight without being hindered by any injuries. He hit the last one over the head with the butt of his blade, panting a bit before glancing over to Clint. 

The archer was barely conscious, slumped against the barrier as he blinked up at the god slowly. Loki moved to be beside him, easily phasing through the shield he made. Clint looked bad, the duct tape frayed or even broken at some parts with new wounds to lace his body that he hadn’t had time to cover or were added recently.

“Hey there Sly One.” He teased, coughing a bit. His teeth showed the signs of blood on them, a few dribbles of the liquid escaping the corner of his mouth.

“Hang on engel, I need you to stay awake for me.” Loki held his hand as he pressed a finger to his com. “What’s everyone’s ETA?” He asked, glancing over the unconscious bodies of the men the two took down. 

“I’m almost there.” Natasha called and Loki nodded, glancing down to Clint. His eyes were closed.

“Clint?” He squeezed his hand, the man not responding. “No, no, no; stay with me Barton, stay with me Engel.” He felt for a pulse, it barely there. 

“Holy hell.” He dropped the force field when he heard Natasha, glancing back to her. 

“Where’s Dr. Banner? He needs medical attention now.” Loki said and Natasha went onto the coms to speak. Clint squeezed his hand and Loki let out a soft gasp, looking back down to him.

His eyes were barely open, the baby blues looking far too dull to be his. “L-Loki…” He went to speak more, but another cough cut him off.

“Easy Clint, easy. I’m right here, I’m right here.” Loki was freaking out, he was repeating himself too much as he tried to move the hair in Clint’s eyes. 

“People. I-In back.” Loki looked back to Natasha, the woman still speaking as Steve, Bucky and Sam walked onto scene.

“Clint says that there’s people hiding in the back of the store.” Loki informed them, the trio approaching as Loki looked back down to the barely awake Clint. “I can’t leave him alone, I need you three to go and check that the civilians are safe.” 

“On it.” Steve said, the three heading towards the back of the store as more people came in. 

“Clint!” Loki could have cried when he heard Bruce, the doctor on his other side to help the situation. He went into doctor mode, questioning them both as he got to work on patching up Clint. 

Banner looked over the already ‘patched’ wounds with a frown. “I’m going to kill him; duct tape? That’s going to do nothing but make matters worse when we have to take it off.” He mumbled, finishing with the wrapping of his newer wounds. The doctor looked to the tape one last time before sighing. “Loki, I need you to hold him down for me so he doesn’t move too much.” Loki nodded and did as said as Natasha jogged over. “Keep an eye on his pulse Nat.” She nodded as Bruce sighed, pulling out a pocket knife. “Here we go.” He mumbled before cutting at the tape. The wounds were bad and the pain that Clint was put through was worse. The blood that the tape had been stopping came from the wound, Bruce getting to work to patch the wound. 

It took an agonizing hour to fully patch him up, the archer bouncing between being awake and the pain rendering him out cold. He had stayed stable to the shock and joy of Bruce, the man pulling back with a deep breath. “I think we got them all.” Loki and Natasha nodded, both doing a once over to make sure that they didn’t miss anything. 

“That was…” Natasha trailed off, looking down to the unconscious Clint. “That was a lot of blood.”

“We need to get him to the infirmary right away so that we can start on a blood transfusion.” The two nodded, Loki scooping up the archer carefully. The god started walking out of the plaza, carrying Clint back to the Tower as the others kept people calm from the whole situation. ******************************************************************************************* Loki held Clint’s hand, not having moved from his bedside since laying him down earlier that morning. He spoke only to Bruce and Thor, the words the others spoke either not registering to the god or he ignored them completely. Clint hadn’t been awake since the plaza and Loki swore that he wouldn’t leave his side until he woke up, not wanting the archer to be alone. 

It was nearly eleven at night when Loki felt something squeeze his hand, the man desperately looking up to see Clint with his eyes open. Loki sighed in relief, kissing the hand he held with a smile.

“We shop together from now on, understand me Barton?”

“Yes sir.” He sent him a soft smile, squeezing his hand back. “And I think I’m adding duct tape to my first aid kit.”

“Over my dead body Engel.”

Whether Clint followed the orders to a T or not, his actions made the mission a success with no injuries to anyone but himself. The last of the civilians were checked over as he restrung his bow, waiting for the innocents to go before he would get checked over by Bruce.

“And what was that you pulled!?” Tony asked and Clint sighed. It would be fate that he broke away from the plan when it was Tony who was leading. Ever since the whole “Civil War" incident, the two had been on choppy waters that seemed to hit hurricane levels at this point. 

“Hey, the people ran out cause they thought they had an opening.” He argued, slipping his bow over his chest with a slight twinge of pain. “I took mine when they took theirs. It may not have been your master plan, but no one else got hurt and Zemo’s down.” He sent the pissed man a slight smile. “I count it as a victory.”

“Victory my ass; I had that plan set for a reason Clint!” Tony scolded, his visor down so it was his voice instead of the slightly robotic one the suit produced. “I know you don't like listening to me, but my plans are what we need to do so we don't get in trouble again!” 

Tony stood in his face now, close enough to spit on him at this point. “Did your government-approved plan include those civilians running or were you just going to let them die Stark?” Clint challenged and Tony clenched a fist. “Plans are great and yours would have worked, but the civilians matter to me more than if the government likes the way I shoot or not.”

“Change of plans,” Tony looked over to where Rhodey and a few other agents stood, pointing at them. “Clint's helping with cleanup today, you can come back with us.”

“Tony, I got injured; I still need medical to look at me!” Clint tried to argue. During the process of saving the civilians, he took a blast of an unknown energy and he had been waiting for the group he protected to get checked out first.

“Nice excuse Barton, try it on someone who'll actually buy it.” Tony hit his arm a few times before his mask went down to cover his smirking face. “Let's move out.” The others picked fun at his expense, Clint sighing as he looked around. He was left with a truck, Zemo and his three henchmen, as well as the destruction the villain made of the country farm. He started to collect up the ruined crop, totalling in his head how much the farmer would have to be repaid, moving slower than he would have liked. This was going to take forever. ******************************************************************************************* Loki walked through the tower with a frown, looking for Clint. The others had just returned from their mission in Richmond, Kentucky and he hadn't been with them. He had planned to surprise the archer after being away for a little while with Thor, but now he was just left bewildered.

“Where's Barton?” Loki asked Tony when he passed, the millionaire rolling his eyes.

“He didn't follow the plan, risked our jobs as heroes. So, we left him to clean up and drive the truck back.” Tony said and Loki frowned more. 

“Have any of you made contact with him?” Tony snapped at him.

“No; no one's tried. You can if you want, but he's being punished for a reason!” Tony walked away, irrational and angry for a reason Loki couldn't pinpoint. 

“Not everyone fits in your mold Stark.” He muttered before putting a hand to his com. “Clint? Update?” He waited a few minutes, getting nothing but silence. Thinking he may be in the middle of something, he waited for five minutes more before trying again. “Clint, can you hear me?” At the next bout of silence, his frown worsened and he started to mumble his teleportation spell to check on the man in person.

*******************************************************************************************Clean up with Clint had been going well. Had been. He rubbed at his eyes, using a bit more pressure than he would have liked, but the dizziness that was making his eyesight blur seemed to subside after the action, so he didn't mind repeating it again. His wound seemed to be internal, but the medics on scene left when the others did. Calling emergency services would not only blow his secret identity if he needed to go to hospital, but it could also bring the attention of the news if word of him getting injured got out.

He had just finished with the invoices and clean up, the pain he felt flaring up worse after it all. He was just glad that he had gotten Zemo and his lackeys into the arms of the prison guards before the pain hit him like this. Clint leaned against the truck, panting a bit. Breathing was getting harder and harder with each passing second and he needed to contact the others even if they didn't want to talk to him right now. 

He moved his hand towards his ear and that seemed to be the last straw for his body. Clint completely froze, his knees losing the ability to hold anything as he started to topple to the ground. He let out a strangled groan as he fell, his head hitting the ground.

But Clint? 

Clint was out cold before he hit the ground. ******************************************************************************************* Loki appeared, facing a slightly destroyed crop, evidence that this was where the team had been. He turned, spotting the truck a bit further ahead of him. His stomach teleported back to the tower when he saw Clint on the side of the road, his legs moving towards the archer before the rest of his body could process it. He may have even called his name, but he couldn't recall opening his mouth; but he swore someone called out to Clint.

He flipped the archer over in a rush, a tiny bit of dried blood left at Clint's hairline. “Clint?” He gently tapped at his face. “Clint!” His eyes were hazy when he opened them, but Loki could have cried when he saw them. 

“L-Lo-ack!” He curled in a bit on himself when he tried to say his name, Loki shushing him as he helped him lay flat again against the ground.

“Easy Engel, keep your eyes open, not your mouth.” Loki said and Clint coughed out a laugh, his body shivering at the action. Loki placed a hand on his forehead. “You're burning up.” He went to remove his hand, but Clint whimpered when he tried. “Does that feel good?” Clint said yes with his eyes - despite how they could barely stay open. “Alright Engel, I just need you to stay awake with me until Dr. Banner can help.” Keeping his hand on his forehead, Loki mumbled his spell once more, the two appearing in the tower.

Time had passed since they transported, Loki not being at full power with the spell he was still practicing affecting how long it took to get to his set location. The house was quiet, the lights turning on when he and Clint appeared. “Friday, where is everyone?” 

“They went to go celebrate the mission being a success.” She informed him and he nodded, looking down to Clint. 

“Get me in contact with Dr. Banner please.” He scooped up Clint, the archer whimpering at the loss of his hand. Loki adjusted his head so that it was in the crook of his neck, Clint relaxing at the chill. “And hurry.” 

Loki moved to the infirmary quickly, the sound of a dial tone following him. “He's not picking up.” She informed him, the god laying out the archer. 

“Of course, the time Jo’s team is on a different solar system.” He sighed, squeezing Clint's hand gently. “Friday, run me a scan on Clint and keep calling Dr. Banner and the others every five minutes until they pick up.” ******************************************************************************************* Loki applied another cold rag to Clint's forehead, deciding to worry about covering the head wound with a wrap later. With how high Clint’s temperature was getting, he didn't want to worry about that right now. It had been nearly an hour and a half of calling the others, but he still had no luck. “Try Steve again.” Loki said to Friday, the AI doing as said. 

“Hello?” He picked up on the third ring and Loki let his head fall back, eyes closing.

“Thank the stars someone answered.” He looked back down to Clint. “I need help here at the tower; Clint was injured by something on their last mission and no one has responded to me for over an hour.” He could hear shuffling on the other side of the line. “He's only been getting worse and I don't know what else to do.”

“Bucky and I are coming; what's going on at this point?” Steve asked as Loki took off the now warm rag.

“His temperature is tipping towards 110 and nothing I'm doing is bringing it back down.” Loki started, submerging the rag as he grabbed another one. “He easily heats up the ice cold rags I'm putting on him and Friday said he had internal injuries and a possible concussion. He passed out a while ago and he hasn't woken up yet - I'm frankly terrified.” Loki rambled a bit, but Steve understood why.

“We're about five minutes out.” Loki could hear the sound if footsteps and heavy wind, the man unable to help the soft smile that crossed his face. They were running to get there instead of spending time to get a taxi or get to Steve's bike. 

“Stay on the line until you arrive?” Loki asked, changing rags again. “You're the only one who replied and I think I might go insane if I have to sit here in silence while I wait.” He tacked on the reason quickly, his words honest. 

“We're right here Loki, we won't leave ya.” The phone changer owners, Bucky now speaking to the god. Look could faintly hear Steve talking to someone else. “And I think Steve may have been able to contact T’Challa.” He informed him and Loki nodded, squeezing Clint's hand. 

“Good; we may need all the help we can get.” 

“Sorry to interrupt,” Friday cut in, “But Clint’s temperature has now hit 111.” Loki muttered a curse before thanking the AI for the update, changing the rag a bit faster than normal. 

“Nothing's working at all?” Bucky asked, trying to fill the empty space the update caused. 

“Not a thing.” He rested another hand on his cheek, the flesh burning from the inside out. “I even tried a few ice baths, but nothing's happened. I've even changed to my Jotunn form and tried to cool him down that way; doesn't even change it a portion of a degree.” Loki ran a hand through his hair. “And no one has put out any reports about what Zemo had been doing or what tools he used that could cause something like this nor have I been able to contact us team.”

“Who was on it? Do you know?” Friday answered for him. “Iron Man, War Machine, Spiderman, Hawkeye and The Incredible Hulk.” Loki looked down to Clint.

“Why would Dr. Banner not look him over if he was injured?” Loki asked, talking more to himself than anyone else. 

“Steve and I are heading up the elevator now, we'll be right there.” Bucky said and he nodded, just realizing he had been changing the rag without thinking about it.

“Alright. I'm going to have Friday try the others again. What happened with the thing with T’Challa?” Loki asked as Friday attempted to call one of the team members. 

“It'll take him about ten minutes before he can get here.” Bucky's voice cut between the phone and the hall, the two making their way to the door. “Jesus.” He said softly, looking over Clint.

“I know.” Loki said, changing rags. “White paper has more color than he does right now.” Clint was beyond pale, the only hinting of color in the sweat he was drenched in. “No one else is picking up and I don't know how much longer he-”

“What do you want? We're trying to celebrate over here.” Tony's voice filled the air and Loki glared at it. 

“Tell Banner we need him here. Clint's dying right before our eyes and we can't stop it.” He clenched his fist when Tony laughed, Bucky placing a hand on his shoulder. 

“Tony, he's not kidding.” Steve was about to continue, but Friday interrupted with another update.

“His temperature has reached 112.” Loki and Bucky both worked on applying rags, Steve pulling out his phone. 

“Did she just say 112?” Tony asked, his voice sobering up of a joking tone. 

“It was 110 when Loki got in contact with us.” Steve said, his ear pressed against the phone. “T’Challa - I know you're heading here quickly, but it's hit far past a critical situation.” He moved to the other side of the room as he talked to the King, glancing back every so often.

“So he wasn't lying…” Tony trailed off, sounding a bit guilty.

“Lying about what?” Bucky asked, sounding a bit ticked. “Did Clint tell you he was hurt and you ignored him?” 

“I thought he was trying to get out of clean up duty!” Tony argued, sounds of him moving coming faintly from the other line. 

“What even happened out there?” Loki asked, trying to stay calm. Tony sighed, starting to explain the mission and what happened.

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Zemo had been on the run and the team was tracking him down for the past week. They found him in Richmond, Kentucky and had him cornered in a small farm on the outskirts of town. The family had been working in the field became his hostages and the group of heroes were trying to figure out a way to get them safe without letting Zemo go again. 

Unknown to the whole group, Clint was sneaking towards the family to get them away with an attack he set up with Spiderman, but the littlest kid saw him walking toward them. He ran, his family following to grab him which caused Clint to run forward the same time Spiderman did.

Zemo fired the unknown weapon he had at the retreating family, but the were being protected by two heroes. As the mystery blast came towards them, Clint fired off his shot, hitting Spiderman down to the ground on purpose so he wouldn't get caught in the hit. Despite the pain and the blast that rattled him to the bones, he fired another shot and it went in the barrel of the gun, exploding in Zemo’s hand.

The villain dropped it and the others charged forward, easily taking down the group of villains. Spiderman reported his injury to Tony, saying that Clint did it on purpose and Tony became angry, taking his rage out on Clint in a way he thought wouldn't cause the man harm.

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“So, he saves your kid from getting blasted with this and you punish him despite claiming he got hurt?” Bucky asked as Loki gripped the rag in his hand tighter than it needed to be. “Where does that make sense Stark?! You could've just asked him about it!” The two argued on, Loki mulling over his rage without even realizing his hands were left on Clint's side.

“Clint's temperature has decreased to 111.” Friday broke up the fight with her words, Steve pulling back from his call to look over.

“What did you do?” Bucky asked Loki and he looked down to his hands. He removed thin sheet he had thrown over the naked man down to show off his upper half, a nasty bruise on his side. 

“Hand me one of those rags.” Despite his confusion, Bucky gave one of them to Loki and the god laid it over the bruise with his hands on top of it. “Is his temperature going down Friday?” 

“It is!” The trio looked between each other as sound came from the hallway. T’Challa appeared in the door frame with his younger sister behind him, both quickly moving over to the archer. Bucky quickly caught them up in Wakandan, pausing every once in a while to get Loki a new rag. 

“That's peculiar.” Shuri furrowed her brow as she pulled out her own scanner, doing a scan over his body before letting out a yelp at the sight of Loki's hands. He hadn't even noticed they went blue in the time that he had been holding the rags, looking down to them before they flashed back to match the rest of his flesh. 

“I'll explain later.” He shrugged off her questioning look before nodding his head towards his bow and quiver. “From what Tony said of their mission, traces of whatever he was shot with may be on his equipment.” She nodded, moving to scan the weapons as T’Challa moved closer. He placed a hand on Clint's cheek, pulling back with a frown. 

“What is his temperature?” He asked, Friday answering quickly.

“109.7 Your Highness.” He looked down to Clint in shock.

“It was 112 before.” Loki informed him, T’Challa handing him another rag. 

“The highest recorded temperature was 115 degrees, was it not?” Bucky nodded at T’Challa’s words.

“And if Loki hadn't pieced together where to apply the coldness to, I think he would have topped the record.” ******************************************************************************************* It took nearly a month, but Clint's temperature and wounds were healed up nicely and the man was more than excited to get out of bed. From what the team had discovered, the stuff that Zemo shot at the archer was the start of a laser; holding the searing heat, but nothing that would show on the skin. The blast made the rays seep into his skin and his weapon, the man taking the hit so that others wouldn’t. During his recovery, he hadn’t been allowed to do much of anything except talk to whoever visited him. “Knock knock.” Loki stood at the door, a box of pizza in his hands.

Clint gasped, making grabby hands at both the pizza and him. “My god, my two favorite things; you and pizza.” Loki chuckled as he walked over.

“It's a good thing you mentioned me first or you wouldn't be getting the pizza.” Loki sat on the bed beside him, opening the box for them to share. Clint closed it, reaching over the cardboard to grab his hand.

“I know I've said it a few other times, but thank you.” Clint said, a serious look in his eyes. “If you hadn't checked on me, I probably would have died our in the boonies of Kentucky without saying something I should have a while ago.” Loki raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “We've been together for nearly four months and we haven't said the L-Word.” Loki snorted at him and Clint playfully hit his chest. “I'm being serious!” His proclamation held no anger, Clint looking at him seriously again. “I almost died and I never had the chance to say it to you.” He placed a hand on his cheek. “I really do care for you Loki, more than I can say. I just wasn't brave enough to fully say it.” Loki went to speak, but Clint only continued. “Getting hurt like that made me realize how fast we can die in this job and I'd kick myself all through the afterlife if I never said it to you.” He paused for a second, looking into his eyes. “I love you Loki, more than you could ever know.” 

Loki moved closer, the pizza discarded and forgotten by Clint's feet for the moment. “I love you too Clint; I was scared that I lost you.” They held onto each other, a silence passing between them before Clint's stomach rumbled.

“It can smell the pizza.” He joked and Loki laughed, reaching down to bring the box back. He turned to look at Loki, his eyes widening a bit when the god caught his lips in his own before they closed, melding into the action. It was short and sweet, Clint pulling back with a smile on his lips. 

“We can share a few more of those after we eat, agreed?”

hahah sweeet~ thank you for the ask <33 Most of these are thorki… I know of fics for other pairings, but I just don’t feel like they make my top ten for various reasons. D:

#1: Chrysalis by @teresa-dances-in-sequins

#2: Rats by @thor666 (warning for daddy kink in this one but it was so worth it imo)

#3: the entire series Black is the Color by @teresa-dances-in-sequins

#4: Shadow in the Sun by shadow_in_the_shade (okay trust me on this one, go to chapter 13 to understand if u must but i rec the whole thing~ the character development is just… <3 and there’s bonus clintasha :D)

#5: Evil Thor by karuvapatta (I still haven’t read all of this series but so far I love it :) It’s tagged as dubcon, but I felt it can be read however you’d like. ^.^ B asically it sprung from the idea that Thor was possessed/turned evil by the Norns in the cave scene in AoU. There was some meta the author wrote on it a while ago.)

#6: Cavemen Thor and Loki by Icemaidenstory

#7: The Price of Loyalty by @eternal-love-song (this one was a gift to me, it’s so v precious. and it involves Thanos ;) )

#8: Monstrosity by you <3 (i’m sadly not too into clintxloki, but honestly ur writing makes me ship everything <3)

#9: Carry Home My Waward Son by wbyss21 (also ThanosLoki - read the first chapter and italicized partsss hoooly cow)

#10: Laufey’s Mate / Ice Maiden / Laufey’s Bride by icemaidenstory 

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