Moon - FrostIronLoki enjoys looking up to the Midgardian Moon. The stars on Asgard are more plenty, richer in their colours, but there is something about the 'Moon' that draws him in. Sitting on Starks Window ledge, hanging out of the gap, Loki will stare for hours, just watching as the object traces the sky, changing shapes with each passing day.More Like This
It was what had gotten them together if Loki is honest with himself, which rarely happens.
He had been passing by the others room in the Avengers headquarters; Stark had left his door open, so of course Loki had a peak. The view was amazing, and to top it all off Stark was no where in sight, so Loki had sat and watched, forehead pressed against the window. He hadn't noticed that the man had returned until the moon was setting, the sun rising, and he had turned to find Stark sleeping in the large bed. The next night, the door was open, Stark no where to be found, only the window had been spread wide, so that Loki could sit comfortably and watch the moon, with
Lessons Learned (5 Things fic)Five things the avengers (besides his fathers) taught little Charlie Stark and one thing he taught them (about his fathers)More Like This
"No, no, hang on kiddo, you're holding it wrong, you're gonna take someones eye out like that."
Charlie sighed as Clint corrected his hold on the practice bow again. They had been at it for hours, Clint trying to teach him how to shoot, but he was so hopeless at it! They'd tried guns, arrows, darts, and he never once hit the target, not once. The only weapon he showed any prowess with whatsoever was the throwing knives, like his father, but Clint insisted he needed practice on other mediums of long-distance attack. He was the son of two of the Avengers, after all.
Clint stepped back, standing behind and to the left of the little boy, so as not to disrupt his drawing back of the arrow. The kid wasn't as hopeless as he seemed to think, he was only young, and today they were practicing firing in rapid succession. Clint corrected his hold and aim when he got it wro
The Devil Plays all the Best TunesThe first thing that Tony is aware of when he wakes up is the sensation of a sleep-heavy arm on his side. For a second he wonders 'what chick has enough weight to hold me down like that?' and then he becomes aware of how sore his ass is and how the inside of his mouth tastes like a combination of stale whiskey, sleep, and semennot a pleasant taste, mind youand he realizes he's gone to bed with another man.More Like This
He chuckles to himself, very quietly. He hasn't been to bed with another guy in years, not since Rhodey, but that was in college, and he was twenty then, and drunk, and cock-sure of himself, and
Oh. Well, nothing's changed, except his age, but he's only fifteen years older now, and it's okay, because he's not forty yet, still young, still plenty of time to screw and be screwed and fix it later when the first gray hairs appear at his temples. He rolls over to see who he fucked last night and is more than a little surprised because it's Loki lying next to him.
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It was dark, everything that Tony saw was dark. Er, correction, the only light source seemed to come from his chest piece. He tried to get up, but was tied to a chair by chains. He struggled and struggled to try and break free, but to no avail. It seemed that the more he struggled, the tighter the chains grew. He winced in pain from the chains digging into his flesh, leaving imprints. When he looked up he saw a silhouette of man. The only thing that he was able to make out was the piercing emerald eyes that, in his own words, "felt like they were burning a hole into my eye sockets." Those eyes illuminated the darkness a little. They illuminated it as much as street-lights illuminate a dark road.
Tony's eyes grew wide when the figure laid an icy hand onto his right shoulder. "Tsk, tsk Mr.Stark. Does a little bit of coldness make you uncomfortable?" The figure taunted, circling Tony as a shark would circle its prey before it demolished it. "Who are you?" Tony asked, a sort