breathe in, breathe out (exhale and inhale), 1.2k, post-infinity war loki lives obviously, semi-graphic descriptions of character death
why would I work on all my long-form actual projects when I can fill short whumpy angsty fix-it aus eh?
Fingers scrabbling at Thanos’s wrist, fighting for air, wasn’t the first time Loki had thought well, it’s over now.
It wasn’t the first time he was wrong, either.
His first thought on waking, exhausted and chilled to the bone, was Thor, what did you do. He stared up at the blue sky, not daring to try to stand, and focused on breathing slow and deeply, the euphoria of air moving through an intact trachea.
He still felt sick, and woozy. Coming back from death was never pleasant. He should know.
Summary: Your husband is far away, gone to a neighboring kingdom with his brother, and now you’re having nightmares.
Warnings/Notes: There are…references to spoilers in this story, but I don’t think any of them are clear or obvious enough to spoil the film for you. I had most of this story written in my head before I went to see Infinity War, and I just took some specific details from some specific scenes and plugged them in. Also, this story is kind of similar to What Could Have Been Will Never Be, in that it takes place in some kind of parallel universe of Captivation. This is not a canon addition to Captivation, but it’s got the same Reader and Loki characters. This could very well have been a horrendous mistake, given the fact that I’m referencing events involving the actual Loki from the films, but…I don’t know. In my opinion, it works. If nothing else, it’s just the kind of silly, self-indulgent thing that I tend to flood the internet with.
Author’s note: I wrote about these piercings from experience and I definitely recommend getting them from an experienced piercer if you are willing to ensure they heal properly. You can find my other stories on FF.net and AO3 under my pseudonym songsofgallifrey.
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“So yell if you need anything. Actually, just tell the intercom. JARVIS will let me know.” Your ‘uncle’ Tony patted you on the back and tossed your duffel bag on the bed in the room you were going to be staying in for a while.
“You have your own bathroom, the common room and kitchen are down the hall, and you can either wash your own clothes or you can leave them in the hamper in your bathroom and it’ll be taken care of every other day.” You appreciated the kind smile he gave you, despite knowing he was rushing to get back to work. Tony was trying to make you feel welcome, and that was something you definitely needed after coming home to see your (now ex) boyfriend had locked you out and moved all your belongings to the curb to make room for another woman.
blackbird singing in the dead of night, 2.7k, steve & loki, post-infinity war fix it fic, spoilers abound etc. etc., first of presumably many of these, this is not the fluffy fic I was planning but it’s what I ended up with
When it was over, when all was said and done, the dust settled, the universe rebuilt, Steve walked away.
Not for good, he was quick to add. Just for a little while. “I need…a break,” he said. “Just a short one.”
Bucky tried to argue with him. Sam didn’t. “Leave your phone on,” he said simply, and Steve just nodded.
Maker's Breath 