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Peter: why didn’t you call me?

Tony: I wasn’t..ready.

Peter: ready? for what?

Tony: I wanted to be better when you saw me again. and I thought I could be, somehow. but I’m not. and even if I did get better, the best I could ever be is still some other version of me.

Peter: Mr.Stark, I can’t wait to you to be better. I need you in my life.

A beginning of a fic I’ve written in my head but too lazy to actually write #give loki a good found family. The outline of the full story is here

The fic takes place straight after Loki’s fall when he lands on Tatooine. Post ‘Thor’ 2011, post ‘The Book of Boba Fett’. Unreliable narrator!

Falling.

Shining rainbow becomes a dot.

And then – nothing.

Just – nothing.

The Void between the worlds is black. Not like the darkest night, not like ink – there’s nothing to see. Not a tiniest bit of any light. Loki cannot even see his own hand – it is stretched out? Or not there at all? He cannot feel it – cannot feel his own body… has it even been his own, though?

Loki cannot breathe. Does he even need to? He doesn’t feel his chest rising and falling, he doesn’t feel his own heartbeat. He cannot hear anything. And it’s not the eardrum pressure of the Bifrost – there’s just nothing to hear. No sound. Is he trying to speak? Scream? He doesn’t know. He cannot feel his own movements.

All he really comprehends is the voice in his head, repeating the end of his life over and over.

‘No, Loki’.

Not worthy of love. Not good enough in the eyes of his father. An evil little shadow of his glorious shining brother.

‘No, Loki’.

Only a couple of days – and Thor is forgiven for everything he presumably did wrong. A couple of days on Midgard – and now he is ready to lay aside his centuries-long hatred and contempt for the Jotuns and protect them. A couple of days in a company of a pretty woman – and he’s worthy of love and throne and respect again. A true son of Asgard.

‘No, Loki’.

Not you.

Thor has changed and is on his way to become a true king – but not because of your centuries-long attempts to make him better. But because of just a weekend with a woman he’s in love with. Of course, her influence is much more potent than his own brother’s.

Not brother’s.

Never was.

Loki wants to feel righteous rage… hurt… anything at all. But instead – numbness. Nothingness. Inside and outside of him. What’s the point of feelings, anyway? All that exists is nothing. Darkness. Weightlessness. Is he falling seconds? Centuries? Is he even falling? Is he still alive?

Loki doesn’t want to be anymore.

Yellow.

Numbness inside of him twitches.

Bleary yellowish spots in the darkness.

Becoming closer. A pull of gravity feels stronger and stronger.

Gravity?

Must be some space body. A planet? A star?

Loki doesn’t think it’s a star. He cannot see well – everything is blurred, he cannot distinguish the shape – but it’s not hot, not bursting with flames.

He summons all the magic he has, encasing himself in it and preparing for the entering the atmosphere – if there will be any. Not that he has any further plans – he feels like he isn’t capable of thinking anymore. All that remains is his survival instinct.

And then – heat envelops him. He tugs on his magic tighter and squeezes his eyes shut. Feeling of falling becomes much more prominent, and he hates every second of it.

But a feeling of something is glorious.

The sound of him piercing the air deafens him.

But he can hear again.

The impact of the landing makes his head ring and creates a cloud of… sand? Yes, yellow sand erupts around him. Loki feels particles of it covering his hands and face with a hot veil. And it feels. Just… feels. Oppressive air fills the lungs, Loki tries to breathe with a full chest, and it hurts as nine hells, just like the rest of his body, but he feels again.

For a second Loki is happy. It feels nice to be alive.

And he blacks out.

---

A sliver of light.

Sounds. Voices?

A feeling of movement. Transportation. Hardness behind his aching back. Smell of something greasy, machine oil and old clothes.

Chill.

Loki tries to open his eyes. Barely manages – it’s like an impossibly heavy task.

Tries to move his arms and legs – they’re as if made of uru metal.

The head is dizzy, he hurts all over. His eyes can hardly see – they got used to pitch darkness (‘No, Loki’… ). But he recognizes some kind of a room full of unidentifiable items scattered all over. A group of small hooded creatures is huddled together talking in half-babbling half-chittering language Loki cannot yet understand – he isn’t able to put his own thoughts into words, much less grasp speech of someone else. He tries and his head hurts more.

They saved him?

Loki looks down and realizes why he feels chilly. He has no armour, no weapons. Only his inner tunic remains unscavenged. Even his trousers are robbed of metal pieces, and his boots are also absent. He sees his daggers in the hands of the creatures – they twirl them, obviously discussing. Not going to give them back.

Loki stretches his hand and summons them.

Or tries.

The daggers barely move. Several items on the table nearby fall. The creatures jump and gasp, look at Loki with their glowing eyes from their hoods. Loki feels nauseous and helpless. Even his magic betrays him.

And then he loses consciousness again.

---

Next time Loki awakens, he’s in water. The liquid blurs everything around, it’s impossible to orient. A breathing mask fills his mouth and nose. But he landed in a desert… where does water come from?

Wait.

A mask.

Someone put him there.

Fear squeezes his heart.

He tries to stretch his arms forward, and his hands land on a cool barrier.

Panic is like a rising tide – almost chokes him. He pushes his hands desperately, and the barrier flies open. Loki sits abruptly, water splashes around him. He pulls the mask out of his mouth, and medical smell fills his nose, the same taste lingers on his tongue. Not water, then. Heartrate slows down, panic curling in his belly like a wild cat ready to jump.

He rubs his eyes and looks around.

A spacious room of stone. Sunlight – he didn’t know he would miss sunlight – falls through the window, and Loki notices two suns. He’s in some kind of a tank with medical equipment attached to it. He’s naked albeit a small towel around his hips. There’s a robot nearby, but it doesn’t move.

All memories of… yesterday?... fill Loki’s head.

The fight on the Bridge.

‘For you! For all of us!’

‘No, Loki’.

Thor’s shouts and an outstretched hand as if he’s trying to catch him.

Falling.

Shining rainbow becomes a dot.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Sand.

Scavengers.

And – here.

His head is surprisingly clear, as if after a long and nice sleep, considering all confusing events before. His body doesn’t hurt anymore. He reaches for his magic – still weak. He feels weak.

Loki guesses this is what the tank is for – healing.

But what for should he be healed? He doesn’t have any purpose. Doesn’t want to live. (Or does he? – memories of the marvelous feeling of sand on his skin, of hot air around him make him feel… feel what?)

Then he hears steps outside the heavy door. Confident. Closer and closer.

And all Loki has is weak magic (he’ll be barely able to move a fallen leaf), a tired body (still stronger than many species, though), and a sharp mind.

The door opens. A man walks in almost lazily, but Loki knows instantly – casualness is a facade. Burly, covered in green armour, with weapons like blasters and hidden knives attached. Darker skin, bald head and face covered with nasty-looking scars. A posture of a seasoned warrior. Air of not-quite-a-threat, but someone who definitely knows how to be in charge of a situation.

 – Awake already? Good, - the voice is gruff, but somehow not unkind. – Do you speak Basic?

 – I do, - words scratch the dry throat, Loki barely holds himself from coughing. It’s hard to project dignity when you’re wet and naked in unknown circumstances. – Where am I?

 – Mos Espa, Tatooine. And I’m the Daimyo here. Boba Fett, - the man raises an eyebrow, clearly prompting Loki to introduce himself.

Loki starts to assess the situation. In an unknown place – he’s never heard about Tatooine planet – in the dwelling of an obvious leader of this place. Not good. But this Fett allowed him to be healed – so he has something ready for Loki. Some kind of use. On the other hand, he obviously doesn’t recognize Loki as an Asgardian prince… former Asgardian prince… whatever. It’s not time to dwell upon it. The fact is, now Loki can hide what he’s capable of, assume another personality and get out of here.

 – Loki, - he hears his mouth saying as if from the outside of himself. – And I’m lost.

‘What in the Nine Worlds is wrong with you?’ – his mind screams immediately. Panic raises its head, ready to uncurl completely and cover him all. Did the Fall through the Void affect his brain-to-mouth connection? He won’t get anywhere spewing the truth right and left and wearing his heart on his sleeve!

 – Then the droid will help you get dressed and take you to the kitchens, - Fett nods to the robot, and the thing whirs in response. – We’ll figure something out, don’t worry. – He flashes a brief smile and leaves the room.

This reception is… baffling. Loki’s not a person to trust easily – his own trust turned out to be catastrophically misplaced – but this seems as a… good start. Maybe, he won’t have to fight his way out. Panic settles down.

Maybe, he’ll be able to use this situation to his own advantage. After all, he survived the Fall through open space. Maybe, he’ll find some other life out there.

If someone is interested in writing a whole story (by chance), please inform me.

Peter : WE'RE GOING TO A CANDY STORE?

Tony : It's night time right now, kid.

Stephen : Yeah, candy stores are closed at this hour.

Harley : WE'RE GOING TO ROB A CANDY STORE?

I constantly think about the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch was the only actor who was trusted with the full script of Infinity War and Endgame, not only because he is an amazing and prestigious actor, but also because of the importance of his role.

Doctor Strange was the only one who knew what should be done to avert Thanos’ snap.

He knew their first plan on Titan would fail. And yet he tried all the same with the same determination.

He knew Peter Quill would mess up with their attempt to stop Thanos. And yet he let it happen.

He knew he would have to hand the Time Stone, a precious artifact trusted to him by his beloved mentor.

He knew Thanos would succeed, wiping half of the universe. The same universe he swore to protect.

He knew he was going to become dust. He embraced death way before Death herself showed up as a test for him to overcome his physical limits.

He knew he would have to trust the remaining heroes so he could come back, which is incredible already because this is not something Stephen usually does. He hates not being in control.

And finally, he knew who was going to die in the process, being forced to live with all the guilt this knowledge could bring.

Stephen might not have the most important role, but he was above everyone else. And no other hero, stronger or not, was in the same league. Because he’s not just a hero. He’s something more.

And in the end, I’m not disappointed that he isn’t recognized as he should. Because it’s precisely what he does. He protects people from threats they can’t see. He’s not out there, being visible for spotlight. He’s always occult, hidden, because while noble heroes such as the Avengers are fighting in the light, he’s the one in the shadows. He’s the one who protects people when there’s only darkness. And that says a lot about what kind of hero he is. 

I couldn’t be prouder.

I'd like to think that Mobius has some pretty nice handwriting and Loki adores it.

For example, he asks Loki to look over his notes for a case to either catch him up or is just in need of a second pair of eyes. Loki tries to read it but is honestly distracted by the simple yet elegant swoop and swirl of each letter. Instead of actually reading the notes he finds himself staring, scanning over every word and every letter- intricate yet carefree.

'Beautiful as though it was poetry in itself, a unity of sorts,' Loki thinks to himself.

"So what do you think? " Mobius drags him back to reality and Loki gets flustered not realizing what he's been doing until he's been doing it for too long.

"Oh- yes quite right, it looks fine." He hands back the notes hastily, overcome with feeling warm he avoids looking at Mobius. "I'm going to check on another file," he says leaving Mobius at their table confused beyond all measure.

Peter: "Go hang a salami" backwards is "I'm a lasagna hog". Natasha: How did either of those sentences occur naturally for you to discover this?

Thor: The Dark World (liveblog) [x]

I love this moment.  I have to admit, I saw the twist coming a mile away, given that we’d deliberately seen that magic creating real-looking copies in the prison scene not too far back and when they deliberately cut away from a plan, you know they’re cooking up something to be a twisty surprise, but that doesn’t lessen the impact of how great this moment was, when Frigga just casually steals a sword from a passing Einherjar without him even noticing. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT LOKI DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO PICKPOCKET PEOPLE OR LIFT THEIR WEAPONS WHEN THEY’RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION AND THAT HE TOTALLY LEARNED IT FROM HIS MOM. I’m just imagining all the times when Loki was younger and she showed him the best way to lift something off someone who was marching by versus how to pick the pocket of someone standing and talking versus probably even how to snatch something up while you were moving around with either other, whether fighting or walking together. It was a bit frustrating for him at first, Loki never took to physical things terribly well, but once he’d mastered it, he was truly a master of it.  He never took too many things and kept them, because what did he need for shiny things, when his family has like infinity amounts of money, but he liked the challenge and Frigga always approved when he just lifted something off a visiting guest and then laid it out somewhere where they’d later find it. Loki had the fun of the challenge and the fun of them going WTF WHO STOLE MY FAMILY’S HEIRLOOM SWORD BECAUSE I WILL— oh wait there it is sorry, and he could act indignant on Asgard’s behalf, meanwhile laughing at them the whole time.  And Frigga tried to be scolding, but she was just so happy to see her darling little boy causing mostly harmless mischief.

[ Someone says something 15/18+ ]

Steve: The children are here.

Kate: I'm twenty-fucking-three.

Wanda: I'm russian.

Tony: Peter is from Queens.

Peter: I've got nothing to say abt that.

Harley: I'm much worse then all of you.

Wade: You're not counting me as a child anymore.

Clint: Why the hell we adopted them?

Kate: *blink blink*

Clint: Oh yeah, nevermind.

Bonus

Sam: I thought the hawk girl is like, twelve.

Bucky: How they all ended up here?

Natasha: Since when there's so many kids?

when James and Reggie got together and James met Reg's friends he took one look at Barty and Evan and he just went god damn it not again

because the flashbacks to pre-relationship Sirius and Remus are hard and he does not want to go through that again