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With Doomsday nigh… A chest of wine for all, and back to the fandom! 🍷🎉
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Tony thinks he probably shouldn't have the hots for a dangerously unpredictable sometimes-enemy-sometimes-ally, but what can you do...
me drawing FrostIron in 2026? more likely than you think 💚
my honest and correct opinion is that andy weir read a bunch of tony stark fanfiction and got inspired to write ryland grace like that in project hail mary
Im feeling nostalgic because of "Doomsday" coming soon and I suddenly thought about these two today... I don't think I ever shared the whole set here, so have my short imagining of post-Avengers-Infinity-War Tony and Loki in Hel... or somewhere in it's vicinity...
"I... I'll never get to see her grow up... but she'll live... she'll live, right?" "They all live, thanks to you, Stark. You did good."
Tony sees a stream of silvery shapes flowing way overhead. "What is that?" "Those are the dead, Stark. The ones on their way to, Nirvana, or the beyond, or whatever you want to call it." "And this? Where is this place?" "This is... In between." "We're dead, right? Why aren't we in that stream?" Loki hums, sounding amused. "I had no intention of permanently leaving the plane of the living. I thought you might think the same." Tony frowns, still staring up at the stream of light. "What do you mean?" "..." "Loki? What did you do?" He turns his head to look at the god and freezes. Loki is... blue. "I pulled you out." "You- what? Hold on, wait a second- why are you blue?!" Loki only then seems to realize that he has transformed into a Jotun, his clothes changing their shape as well. He looks confused for a second but then shrugs. "We're dead. I suppose glamours of Asgard don't work well here." "And that explains why you're blue how, exactly?" "Come now, Stark. Surely my brother has informed you of my heritage. If not, I'm sure you've been paranoid enough to steal my files from SHIELD." Tony sniffs in mock indignation. „I’m not paranoid. And yes, I obviously read your file, it just didn’t come with a good description of the… visuals.“ Loki smirks. „Don’t like what you’re seeing? It’s fine, I don’t like it as well. But it seems I’m stuck like this for the time being. You better get used to it.“ Tony frowns and opens and closes his mouth a few times. „No, I… well, it’s new, that’s for sure. But look, I think it’s… quite… stunning, actually.“
“What is it that you want, Stark? I’m hardly your usual mark.”
Stark presses a hand to his chest, a delicate ‘Who, me?’ gesture that doesn’t suit him. Loki watches him step closer, accepting the untouched glass that presses into his ready hand.
‘Want.’ Stark’s salacious mouth wraps around the word, no breath behind it. He hums a brief, low note before a predatory smile drags up his lips.
“Your delight, your desire, and that silver-soaked tongue; preferably in my mouth, but the nights still young.”
Centuries of practice allow Loki to maintain his composure. Stark’s consistent in his ability to surprise. The brazen advance is nearly predicable, yet its deliverance… Loki wants him.
“An interesting trap, though one you ought to scrap. While I’m aware of your inclinations, do consider our respective stations.”
Stark peers up at him beneath a fall of dark lashes. He’s seen this expression in videos; there are many of the mortal on his internet, disrobed and in the arms of another.
“Truly? A matter of worthiness and stations? Or supposition I’ll undo your machinations?”
Loki lifts the champagne to wet his dry mouth. Stark drops the hand lingering along the stem, abandoning it to his care. A smirk tips his neatly framed lips, but Loki’s focus remains on the eyes: dark, clever, unsmiling.
“I suppose it’s of no import, Prince. Mere words will never lead you to sense.”
What, then, does Stark imagine will? But it’s a question that will have no answer this night. Stark dares give Loki his back.
Seidr reinforces the glass before it shatters in his grip.
No point in being obvious. More than he’s already been. Sudden prose, nearing syllabic perfection?
Thor’s been talking out of turn.
It would be predictable if Loki were not surprised his interest was noticed.
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Renovations had taken place, new furniture, lighting.
New windows.
Now, fortified with metal.
Loki sat and lifted the drink. The chances Stark had found a poison that worked on Frost Giants were slim; the chances of finding one with no tells even lower. The drink was clear, no residue, smelled fine.
“It’s poisoned,” Stark said.
*****
Just finished a rewrite of my first ever fic, <3 It's funny and decently in character if you're into that type of thing. Post-Ragnarok, if they made it to Earth.
I FINALLY FOUND A LONG LOST FAVOURITE FIC OF MINE
I kept looking through my history trying to find it, bro I finally found it 🥹
I mean I found it last night, but hey let me have my whimsy
Hello, I saw your post. How are you? I follow you since the frostiron days. It’s been a while. Hope you are well.
Hello! It's been such a long time, anon! I hope you are well, too. :) Here's some silly from the guys of yore.