TITLE: Smoke and Mirrors
CHAPTER NUMBER: 1/?
GENRE(S): Angst, Romance, Alternative Universe, Drama
SUMMARY: Jane’s presence in Asgard plagues Loki with a nightmare he never wanted to remember. She seems too familiar, and in a moment of madness he vows to prove a connection that could threaten a tragedy greater than the one he tries to forget.
NOTES/WARNINGS: Written for Prompt #21
He was going to watch her burn, and there would be no pulling back.
It’s only been what, four months or so
Something that I’ve got in my head for a while, but I’m flying by the seat of my pants here. Let’s see where this goes eventually.
The Shelter of Gods
Two years after the fall of Malekith, Loki Laufeyson awakes in a ruined world, with no memory of who he is. His journey inevitably brings him to meet wandering bands of nomads who have pledged fealty to Thanos…and to a woman, Jane Foster, who, like him, remembers nothing of her old life.
In the comic-verse (the Infinity Gauntlet limited series), the Titan Thanos gathers the infinity soul gems and fashions a gauntlet that holds them all. By doing so, he is granted absolute power over the Nine Realms, decimating them in the process as he tries to win the affections of Death. But as widespread as the destruction is, there are those who survive. Among them lies the power to stop Thanos once and for all.
“There must be some kind of way out of here,”
said the joker to the thief.
There’s too much confusion,
I can’t get no relief. – All Along the Watchtower
The eighth week
A small, green bud springs from the ground as life reasserts itself even in the shadow of death. Beneath the black sand and ash, the unwilling womb of this abomination of growth.
It’s the first thing he feels and sees when he awakens, the first memory that he eagerly shelves away, his first sensory detail transmitted through sight and touch.
He goes in search of clothes, then dresses himself in an odd combination of material pulled from scrap piles and the dust of abandoned homes. They drape asymmetrically around his waist and hips, offering scant protection from the elements. The searing cold cuts through the cloth; he feels merely a cool caress of promise of better things to come.
He startles himself when he sees his reflection in a pond of still, filthy water. Whatever he thinks he looks like, never had he imagined that he is ghastly pale, with hair as black as midnight skimming past his shoulders and eyes that match his first memory.
Yet knowledge of his appearance does not translate into anything else. There is no spark of recognition, no glorious purpose with which he feels burdened.
He does not know who he is.
But maybe there are others who do.
She surfaces to an argument, blinking her eyes open to a light that’s too bright for someone who, for all definitions, should have been dead. Her chest jerks with the first breath that she takes, as her lungs are fuelled into action.
“She survives because there’s a trace of an unknown element in her blood.”
A belligerent voice pierces the darkness. “But she’s weak.”
“So were you when we found you.”
“That element is as good as a tracking device on us.”
“Nonsense. That’s just another stupid idea.”
The argument goes on for a while longer as she works her dry mouth into a semblance of speech. “Pleas-”
Abruptly, the belligerent voices stop.
A comforting hand pushes her back down on the comfortable cot.
“Relax. Lie back.”
She obeys because her limbs feel like jelly and looks up, seeing the steady, regulated gaze of a woman not much older than her. Ash-blond hair, streaked grey near her temples, eyes that hold all the colours of a coming storm.
Those associations send her world spinning on its axis as she gives into the bout of rising nausea.
A bucket is shoved in front of her mouth just in time for her stomach to turn itself over and out in a series of dry heaves. The bucket is whisked away as quickly as it appeared as soon as her heaving stops.
Water in a small, blue plastic cup is placed in front of her. She takes it gratefully and downs it all. Something tells her that this small act of kindness isn’t free but an offer for barter.
After her stomach settles, she leans back again on the cushions that prop her up and takes a good look at an expectant pair of eyes.
“Let’s start simple,” the woman says, her smile revealing a row of yellowed teeth. “Your name, your business and your allegiance.”
Her brow furrows as a tension that wasn’t there before rackets up her back. The truth isn’t too hard, because she can only answer the first question.
“My name is Jane. Jane Foster. And I don’t know anything more.”
Crash landing in the Outer Rims of the charted galaxy isn’t what the Loki Odinson expected when he left his home world that morning in search of a new place to relocate what is left of his people after the recent war with a longstanding enemy.
He soon finds out that the Outer Rims is a jungle of…
they’re coming home for the hoilday
if you see this on your dash and don’t reblog judging you
whenever i see them, i thank them. you dont even know half of what they go through
Once when I told a soldier thank you, he was really surprised and said he didn’t get thank you’s a lot, and my heart just kinda fell out of my chest.
Publicity done right in an anti-rape campaign: double-page spread, pages glued to one another. After the reader forcefully separates them, the image above is revealed with the caption “if you have to use force, it’s rape”.
THIS IS BRILLIANT
I WANT THIS IN EVERY MAGAZINE
What if thunderstorms are just teenage angels playing drums?! And there’s God yelling at them to quiet down, but they’re like ‘FUCK YOU DAD WE DO WHAT WE WANT!’
So if Balthazar and Gabriel started a band
Don’t forget Lucifer
We were pretty kick ass, and then Luci decided to go solo
"Luci decided to go solo"
so much Bible in one casual phrase
I need more of this.
Dragon!LokixJane is life to me right now.
Make this happen, please <3
Also, chapter 6 (Lokix Slave!Jane) is my life’s blood. I need this too.
This person is amazing.
Mother cat walks through flames 5 times to save kittens from building fire in Brooklyn, NY.
That’s a FUCKING mother right there. Best mother of the year award goes to a god damn cat. I wish my mom was a cat
This is amazing.
YOU GO MOMMA CAT! This is the best post I’ve seen all day!