Til the Pain Starts, 1.8k, Avengers-era, taking a stab at a minor canon-divergence Loki-whump/angst ficlet, every so often I manage to write something short, idea courtesy of @portraitoftheoddity (enabler in chief)
The Black Widow – Barton’s ‘Nat’ – came to him like a panther feigning a limp. She was good – he might have fallen for it, tempted by that seeming weakness, had he not been so thoroughly warned by his loyal hawkling. She plays to their expectations, he’d explained, and for all Loki’s influence the admiration in his voice remained plain as day. Acts weak, and when they fall for it she goes in for the kill.
All he needed to do was keep quiet, watch her with casual indifference as she poked and prodded for an opening. He’d thought he might need to drive more wedges between the members of Fury’s cobbled together team, but they were already on the point of falling apart. The scepter would only make that worse, and Fury’s lies would add further discord.
All he needed to do was wait. And if this was the worst they could throw at him…
The Widow sighed. “If you won’t make me an offer,” she said, her voice cold steel, “your next visitors won’t be so nice. You know that, right?”
Summary: “The sun will shine on us again.” These are the words that Thor Allfather holds close to his heart… despite the fact that Loki just can’t quite seem to stop dying.
Word Count: 5811
Relationship: Thor & Loki
Rating: T
A/N: Back from my mini-hiatus a few days early because this concept popped into my head while I was listening to the song Blood on My Name, and I wrote it like a woman possessed. This one’s a little different from the stories that I’ve written before (it’s primarily gen, with a little background Loki/Sigyn). I hope that you enjoy it! ❤️👩🏼💻
Maker's Breath 