#shieldfrost

Basically if you talk about any of these, make art or write about any of these ships, i would love to be moots/friends. :D The bold ones are the ones I’m active with at the moment, but the other ones are things i read about and look at. (I never know where my personal muse will take me lol)

Starwars

- Kylux - Gingerpilot - RenBen &/or Hux

Marvel

- Thorki - Stoki - Ironfrost - Dashingfrost - Stucky - Sylki - Sylkius - Stony - Lightningshield

FF7

- VincentVeld - VincentReno

The Witcher

When We Were Gods

His voice was low like a whisper, but smooth like the purr of an oiled machine, perfectly to be heard echoing through the abandoned hallways. “You are not quite like the rest of them, are you?”

There was little to be seen, nothing more than a shadow on the wall, and a flicker in the corner of his eye. Steve could hear him, feel him, the thrill of moving mass settling like a rumble in his chest, and the hum of energy floating through the air to pierce his ears. 

“You are not human... not entirely.”

“And you are not Asgardian,” Steve answered, speaking out into the hollow of the void that stretched around him, lights dimming with every passing second, “Not entirely.”

A low chuckle vibrated through the walls, coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Steve gripped his shield a little tighter, keeping it pressed close to his body as a form of protection. He had held his own against Loki before, so now should not be different. 

However, there was a hum of magic present that had not been there before.

“Don’t be afraid,” Loki said, sounding as if he stood so close, but there was nothing be seen, “I need your help as much as you need mine.”

Steve jutted his chin into the air, looking ahead stubbornly. “Who says I need your help?”

“Would you be here if not?” A slight breeze crept up through his clothes, slipping between the cracks. “I can feel the storm inside you, like a beacon does it draw me in. As you wander through the hallway to search for a man you lost, you do not realize that I am doing much the same.”

“You’re looking for someone?” Steve turned once more, having circled around in his spot more than once in the last few minutes. “Who?”

“All in due time, Captain,” Loki said, “All in due time.”

|X|

Each having lost someone they care about, they wander the Earth individually to try and find them again. Steve is desperate in his search for Bucky, begrudgingly accepting the help of a demigod who was too unwilling to admit he was at his wits ends as well.  

Later, they find out, that the vanishing of Bucky and Thor might have more in common than they thought before, binding the two together in their search more than they would like. It was a forced partnership, they would tell anyone who asked, nothing more than a need to achieve the same goal.

“Well, you look a lot like him…” 

so in bridge, four people sit on the four sides of a table, and they form two pairs, called partnerships. the goal of the game is to achieve a “trick”, which is when you play the highest ranking card in a set of four, but the reason bridge is hard is because you need to bet on how many tricks, for which suit, you’ll get at the beginning of the round. you co-ordinate with your partner by subtly putting across enough information about your cards without necessarily telling everyone everything in your hand, etc. 

and i really love the idea of steve, who’s always been a soldier, sitting around a table with nat, clint and loki to play this game that he’s played since he was a kid, and just have loki and steve get their asses handed to them every damn time, because nat and clint can tell each other every single card in their deck just through subtle motions and tilts of their cards.

and steve just “i want to learn to do that.”

“you want to learn to cheat at cards?” loki asks, amused.

“no, i know how to cheat at cards. i want to learn how to do that.” and just watch loki lean back in his seat and beam. watch him and steve develop a fucking language that’s just a complicated set of like, sixty fucking gestures, and watch them have full-blown conversations in absolute silence, both pretending to drink their morning coffees and read their respective morning newspapers (steve is reading the post, loki is reading the times, and it’s best for both of them that neither of them insults the other one’s trash, because at lunch time they just swap over anyway)

lIKE. just from an espionage perspective, it’d be tactically very valuable to have a system like this, especially in captive scenarios, but also like

steve: as the sun shines in through the half-drawn curtains, clean and hot and bright on your skin and his skin, he touches you and you almost wince at the cold before relaxing under it, relaxing under the way his palm slots into your hip as if it always should have been there, and always will be

loki: he pins you against the wall with that shield of his, and you feel its shining weight press against your twin sternums, feel it press into the hollow between them. he seems to realise this strange fact of your biology all at once, and you take advantage of his surprise to hook your foot beneath his ankle and send him tumbling to the ground

steve: you are laughing again, at something else he has said. do you realise? he is looking at you as if no one has ever laughed with him before, and you feel your heart skip a beat in your chest

loki: you wear his uniform to mock him, and he only looks at you, hungrily, as you wear his stars and stripes, the leather clinging tight to your backside and close to your waist. he licks his lips. reaches for you. you let him.

steve: he is humming again, a lullaby in a half-forgotten language, a lullaby that seems familiar, but only in the way that pictures of even foreign stars seem familiar. every now and then, he stops, unable to remember the words, and his nose wrinkles. you see the lines around his nose, his lips, and you love every single one of them.

Odin gives Loki a choice when he is brought back to Asgard: imprisonment, or execution. When Loki chooses the latter, Odin increases his punishment twofold, and Loki is sent back to Midgard in order to repay his debt. Bound by his own magic and forced to obey whatever order Steve Rogers lays out for him, Loki is forced to attempt a redemption he neither wants nor deserves.

Ao3 link. Steve Rogers/Loki. Slowburn. 40k. Rated M. WIP.