Monsters and Men || Bruce and Loki

warringwants:

Bruce listened to Loki carefully. It was painful to hear him struggle through what he needed to say, but Bruce let him have the space. When he had paused a bit, Bruce spoke up. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you like that. I was more in shock at having just woken up. I. Well, Stark is a force of nature and I work for him, so I try to make it so he doesn’t hate me. But that doesn’t mean I get to fob you off when I feel like.”

Bruce was silent a bit. He was going to leave, Loki seemed uncomfortable with him here, when he felt a hand close around his wrist. He stopped and smiled encouragingly, letting Loki say his part. “I don’t know how to help you with the shame. However, you have to consider your state of mind as you did those things. And even if you were so wilfully malicious, I am giving you a second chance. If you screw it up, you’re out of luck, but you seem to be really working at being better. For now,” he paused. “For now, I would love to rest beside you til morning.”

Loki nodded in understanding and was able to give a half smile as Bruce explained his immediate reaction. “I too woke uneasily in Stark’s presence.” he offered quietly, and then he remained silent as Bruce continued to speak, toying with the bottom of his shirt. 

Loki’s face lit up when Bruce spoke again, both accepting his invitation and easing his shame significantly. “You are truly an extraordinary man Bruce.” Loki smiled, his voice soft and almost awe struck as he turned the knob that would let them into his apartment. His apartment was significantly smaller than everyone else’s, but that was not much of a surprise. There was a small black reading chair tucked into the corner to the left of the door, and the back wall was entirely windows with thick, dark green curtains to block out the light. Loki padded over to his bed and pushed back the sheets. “Make yourself comfortable.” Loki said with another shy grin, toeing off his shoes and dropping his belt, deciding to keep his jeans and tee on as he curled up on his preferred side of the bed.

(Source: littleliarloki)

A Domestic Touch || Bruce and Loki

warringwants:

Bruce smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know an Asgardian’s skin turned blue when touching something hot, or that you would be able to pick up something like that without burning yourself. What was that?” Bruce was fascinated, and he would not be rude about it, but he wanted to learn all about Asgardian tendencies, including blue skin. He wanted to ask after Thor, but he knew that was a sore subject.

Bruce plopped the cheese onto the table and filled Loki’s glass with water & his own with lemonade. It wasn’t his first choice, but it would do right now. He placed the glasses down and served the spaghetti and sauce. He didn’t know how hungry Loki was or how much he normally ate, so he gave Loki most of the food. He could always find something else he liked and make it later. Maybe Loki could watch him and learn, he thought as he ate in silence, listening to Loki talk.

Loki chuckled quietly and shook his head. “Thor told you, did he not, that I was adopted?” Loki asked, cocking his head to one side as Bruce poured their drinks and sat down. He paused for a moment, taking a bite of the food and smiling at the taste. 

“I’m not an Asgardian. Not originally.” Loki finally said after chewing thoughtfully. “A very long time ago, Asgard was at war with another one of the realms…Jotunheimr. That is where the Frost Giants hail from. Well, when the King of Jotunheimr bore their second child, the child was small. Too small for a Frost Giant’s offspring. A runt. The child would no doubt die, and if the child somehow managed to survive they would be too small to take a mate and live an ordinary life in Jotunheimr. So while war waged on, the King took that child to the temple. Whether to abandon the child or pray that it would grow, I know not. I only know that Odin defeated Laufey in battle that day and went to the temple to steal the Casket of Winters. When he found the Casket…he found me. I was taken from Jotunheimr and Odin’s magic disguised me as an Aesir child. I was raised alongside Thor, taught the same lessons, given the same rewards and punishments…until I grew older.” Loki explained. “My skin turns blue when I touch something hot because the only magic left in my body is the magic that keeps me from being Jotun all the time. If I were, a simple touch from my skin could kill a man within minutes.” Loki finished, taking another bite of his food. “And no, I know not how to make it blue without heat, so I cannot…weaponize myself.”

(Source: littleliarloki)

A Domestic Touch || Bruce and Loki

warringwants:

Bruce was glad he’d remembered the food when he did. Any longer, and it would’ve been a disaster. He didn’t notice Loki’s blush or shy smile before the man jumped into action. Bruce was about to tell Loki about potholders but the words died on his lips as the man’s skin turned blue, and he seemed to be fine.

He was glad Loki was in a good mood over the incident. Bruce realised he was staring at the man’s no-longer-blue hands and snapped himself out of it. He put on a smile as well. “Yea. So did I. But you did good. Now all that’s left is to serve the stuff.” He pointed to two cupboards. “Get plates, and cups, I’ll get the silverware and cheese.” He poked around, doing just that. “You want anything in particular to drink?”

Loki did not fail to notice the way Bruce’s eyes lingered on his hands even after they had regained their “normal” complexion, and he smiled a bit. “You can ask if you would like. I will take no offense. I have…begun to accept things.” Loki said quietly before moving to do as Bruce said. 

He reached up easily, his long arms making the cabinet no stretch at all. He pulled down two glasses, and then moved to where the plates were stored and took out two of those. When all was out, he gathered up the silverware and dishes and placed them at the table neatly. “Just water is fine for me, thank you.” Loki answered. He had not taken to most Midgardian beverages. Soda was bubbly and almost annoying, juices were too sugary, and coffee too bitter. 

(Source: littleliarloki)

Monsters and Men || Bruce and Loki {Feat. Tony}

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yournationaltreasure:

Stark switched his glances between the two men before his head moved from sided to side. Once Loki apologized for their actions, Stark dismissed it immediately. “Good. Thank you for cooperating.” His bitterness with the Sub was something inexplainable. Or maybe he just loathed him in general. Who the fuck knows.

He turned in his place as he reached for his headset on the workbench. With Stark already in work mode, the previous moment before him became an afterthought. Though, he didn’t ignore Bruce calling him his knight in shining armor. His face sported a cocky smirk while his back was turned to Bruce and Loki. Once Stark signaled for one of his suits to come out of stand-by mode, he placed the new gauntlets onto his hands while waiting for it to stand in front of him. “Ready when you are, Jarvis.” He instructed.

Bruce didn’t know what he’d done, but something was adversely affected Loki. Had he said something wrong? Or maybe it was just Stark. The man was being a bit of an ass. Or maybe he just hadn’t heard Loki’s story. Maybe he didn’t believe Loki’s story. Heck, for all Bruce knew, Loki could be playing him. He doubted it, but it was a possibility. He firmly believed in second chances, though, and Loki was on his best behaviour.

He hurriedly guided Loki out of the room, not even looking back at Stark. “I’m sorry,” he started as he cut a path to Loki’s apartment. He figured it would be better for Loki to be in his own space, one that he controlled (mostly). “I don’t know what happened in there to make you so upset. I was going to ask to continue what we had been doing at your place, but I can leave if you don’t want me.” 

Loki paused outside his apartment and bit his lip. “I thought…you seemed…upset that Stark found us like that.” Loki finally managed to grit out. “I am well aware of the stigma that I carry, and while you know the truth regrettably Stark does not. Or, he chooses to ignore it. It is…uncomfortable for me to subject you to negative attention from your friends when I am the one who has done wrong.” Loki explained, his face almost pinched. 

Loki’s hand lingered on the door knob to his apartment and he reached back with the other to gently wrap his fingers around Bruce’s wrist. “I would like very much for you to stay, but you do not have to if you feel uncomfortable doing so, or if you do not wish for Stark to grow angry with you.” Loki said, his voice hardly above a whisper. “Shame is not a feeling I am used to, but um…I feel it now. I have done terrible things Bruce, and the way Stark looks at me…I-I…it is difficult to even bring myself to think I have a right to ask you to stay.” Loki whispered, his face turning a fair shade of pink. “But will you stay? You are the only one who seems to understand.”

(Source: littleliarloki)

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x-jane-foster-x:

It doesn’t matter if you are a prisoner or not. You still deserved to be fed. I mean we still feed our prisoners that are housed in our jails around the countries. Bruce is a very kind man. He’s been helping me get acquainted around here with the lab as well. Great, then tomorrow morning you and I have a cooking lesson! I’ll show you how to make a great breakfast. Then if you ever tire of that, I can show you other things to cook for breakfast as well. Once the pull of power has you in it’s grip, it’s difficult to know when you’re doing wrong. You’re not the only one to have had this problem. Many leaders on Earth have fallen prey to that as well. Yet you have realized it just in time and want to change. That’s a huge bonus for you, Loki. Yes, Erik is a very kind man. I’m glad you get to see that. However he can be so stubborn at times too. 

That isn’t right. Your son is a child and he shouldn’t be punished for something he didn’t do. Thor should see that even if Odin doesn’t. I wish I could go up to Asgard. I would bring him the apples that he likes. You know, I wish there was a way we could bring Sleipnir here. I mean I know I’m close to creating another Einstein-Rosen bridge. Perhaps—I mean if we had the calibrations, maybe perhaps we could bring him here so he wouldn’t be punished by Odin again? Loki, there is a saying on Midgard. It goes, what happened in the past stays in the past. Let’s put a positive spin on it shall we? If you hadn’t done what you did I wouldn’t have been able to further my research. So because of you I actually jumped light years ahead. In essences, I should be thanking you in a way.

It isn’t that I am denied food…they just…mistakenly assumed that I knew how to cook using Midgardian technology. For a while my pride got in the way and I let them assume so. But things have changed and now all is right again. But I would enjoy more lessons. They seem to relax people as it is. I mean, people tend to be nervous around me rather frequently. Not that that is surprising but…it makes me feel better when they’re settled into a routine and aren’t eyeing for the nearest exit. 

And I would be entirely for that, if it were at all simple. You see…Sleipnir isn’t exactly a child per say. He’s um…well, he’s a horse. An eight legged horse. And Odin’s bonds are too strong for even Thor to break. He would need to find at least, oh, two other sorcerers in the nine realms to even have a chance of breaking them and considering my seidr was taken and nobody else is willing to cross Odin, Sleipnir coming here is a possibility that is almost nonexistent. The only way would be if something happened that Odin deemed it necessary for Thor to bring him as a…proper mount. He is incredibly fast. Faster than your land vehicles by far. But I am glad I was able to help you with your research. Perhaps your technology will allow Asgard to build a new Bifrost since I was…regrettably responsible for its destruction. 

(Source: littleliarloki)

Training || Steve and Loki

steverogershasaplan:

How does Steve tell someone he has no choice over whether he forgets or not? How does he tell someone he wished he had been left in the ocean? That his memory is perfect in every way? That regret and sorrow are uncontrollable forces; instant film reels in his mind, playing back the way Peggy turned on her heel, Bucky’s cocky smirk, and if he’s not careful, he’ll draw them in his sketchbook all day long because maybe, just maybe, the pressure and weight will fill the pages and not his chest cavity? In short, how does he tell someone if he was already crazy, and that it was only a matter of time before the nightmares and the pressure of being the impossible legend Captain America became and trying to be fine landed him in the psych ward?

Steve struggled a moment, biting back several different replies all more bitter than the last before finally deciding on the classic polite response. “Thank you. What you said is definitely easier talked about than done, but I’ll try.” It sounded empty even to his own ears. Damn. Steve shook his head minutely, forcing himself to take a breath and change the goddamn subject.

“Let’s move onto another move. We’ll work on strikes, see how you like that.” Steve didn’t let Loki broach an argument, but he stepped forward again and started the same process as before.

In the long run, Steve doesn’t have to tell Loki. Loki has gone for hundreds and hundreds of years manipulating and lying to people based on the stories he could see in their eyes, and Steve’s eyes are so very dark. Combined with the emptiness in Steve’s tone, Loki knows that the other man thinks the effort hopeless. 

“I am aware.” is all that Loki said, because he didn’t want to push Steve past his boundaries. Loki is the evildoer here, the one who deserves punishment, and he isn’t going to aggravate those who are willing to treat him like a human being and he isn’t going to drag Steve through the darkness and hell that is his life if Steve won’t do that to him. 

So Loki concentrates on the training. The pleasant shift of muscle as he brings the bo staff across his chest to tuck snugly in the crook of his armpit before swinging it across levelly to find the other, and then atop his shoulder. The motion becomes easier, less fumbled as he does it, and soon he is able to do it almost as quickly as Steve without messing it up. “This is…simpler than I thought.” Loki admits after some time, a small smile flickering across his features. “Thank you for this, by the way.” 

(Source: littleliarloki)

Training || Steve and Loki

steverogershasaplan:

Steve listened to Loki carefully and silently. A lot of what Loki said echoed with Steve, and he heard the tiredness and bitterness in the other man’s voice that matches Steve’s on bad days. He knew they were alike, but he never thought… Damn. But hearing about Loki’s children made Steve stumble a little in the exercise. Children. Children. Steve loved kids, absolutely adored the little fans he had with the tiny plastic shields they toted around. Just the thought of his child imprisoned just because of who he was—No. Steve was missing part of that story. Then again, he wouldn’t put it past Asgard or Earth for that matter.

He hated the way Loki turned it around on him, but he expected no less. But the sympathetic smile when he said they were both lost made the subject hurt more. Loki said the same thing on the Helicarrier. Such lost creatures. Steve studied the former Asgardian, looking for the lie. When he found none, Steve’s mask slipped and he blinked rapidly, suddenly switching up his own exercise so he could momentarily distract himself.

The soldier took a deep breath to steady himself before beginning. “Everything is…,” Steve bit his lip, wondering what he should say. “Everything is a mockery of what I knew. Like a cracked lens. Sometimes something is almost familiar, is almost—“ Home. Steve shook his head. “But it just ends up being all the more strange to me.”

He felt his anger rise at the memory of the apartment SHIELD gave him, with the modernized versions of “antiques”. He had no idea how Loki could just talk about it so easily, but Steve can’t. His voice sounded almost detached when he spoke again. “And, of course, everyone I knew is either buried or in a nursing home. You, at least, know your home is somewhere out there, still alive.” Steve stilled his staff, locking his jaw. He said too much, he could feel it in his gut.

When Steve’s voice changed and he showed so much pent up anger, Loki slowed his movements slightly and watched him with mild interest. “My home is neither here nor there. But I cannot imagine how painful it must be to see everything so changed.” Loki finally said, moving to copy Steve’s movements. Loki was silent for a few moments, remembering the things that he had gone through.

The phantom flashes of pain as a needle with almost unbreakable thread was drawn through his lips. His newborn children pried from his arms. His skin turning blue. His failure to prove himself. Everything was different for Loki now as well. “When I realized that I was Jotun, I knew then and there that nothing would be the same. I was the very monster I was raised to loathe. Everything I had planned for in my future was ripped out of my hands by something I could not control.” Loki began, sighing a bit. 

“But that is where we differ Steve. You have taken the horrible hand you have been dealt and you have done nothing but good every since you awoke.” Loki said with a faint smile. “That’s more than I can say. I gave in to the madness. I was weak. You are the strongest man on this team sometimes. And I think you have a truly good heart. You may have lost much, but there is always more to gain if you will allow it. Even I have been given a second chance Steve.” Loki murmured as he continued with the lesson movements. “It is difficult, making a new home. I’m just beginning, and I…struggle with each moment. Perhaps you should stop dwelling on the past. Do not forget it, for everything that happened shaped you, but do not let it control you either.” 

(Source: littleliarloki)

A Domestic Touch || Bruce and Loki

warringwants:

Bruce sometimes didn’t like to admit to the truth. Heck, that was pretty much 90% of all the trouble he got in these days. He knows Fury is using him, albeit once removed, through Stark’s contract. And he’s sure that at least some percentage of his other problems are that he has low thresholds for loyalty. For now, for most of the past 6 years, not being an ass to Bruce was grounds for friendship. It’s served him fairly well thus far.

Bruce shivered at the weirdly sensual way he whispered. He ran his eyes up and down the man as he contradicted himself in a louder manner. People could try, but nobody was going to convince Bruce that Loki, even in these mortal clothes and out of his regal armour, didn’t look every inch the god he was. Then something tickled in the back of Bruce’s mind. “Pasta! Crap.” He pointed to the colander he’d retrieved. “Take that, put it in the sink. Take the pot of boiling pasta, pour it in. Then take the sauce off the heat onto a cool burner and turn all the burners off.”

Loki noticed the shiver and bit his lower lip for just a moment. When Bruce raked his eyes up and down Loki’s lean form, a pleasant flush spread across Loki’s cheeks and he smiled shyly. Since when am I one to blush like a maiden? Loki thought, but just then Bruce let out a cry and Loki jumped violently, snapped out of the haze. 

Loki flew to the stove, doing exactly as Bruce instructed and failing to burn himself (thankfully) in the process. His hands flushed blue when he picked up the hot pot handles, one of the luxuries of being a Jotun, and he poured the hot water and pasta into the colander. When all was said and done, he snorted a bit and chuckled, turning to Bruce. “I forgot what our original purpose here was for a moment.” Loki grinned, still laughing softly as he made sure that the burners were off. 

(Source: littleliarloki)

dragonfiretwistedwire:

MYTHOLOGY MEME ~ [1/7] Norse Gods/Goddesses ~ Loki

…the Sly One, the Trickster, the Shape Changer, and the Sky Traveler (x)