Title: How to Plan Your Own Funeral Author:@aurorawest Rating:T Relationships: Loki & Odin, Frigga & Loki Major Archive Warnings:none Word Count: 3.2k Summary: Loki is going to put on the funeral of the century for…himself. If people didn’t appreciate him in life, then he’ll make them appreciate him in death.
This was written for @mareebird, who bid on one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 auctions. Thank you so much for bidding, friend!! I hope you enjoy this!
Anyway. He was going to plan himself a really amazing funeral, because even if he hadn’t ever seen his father, his actual, in-his-right-mind father, appreciate him for the good son he was, it didn’t mean the rest of Asgard couldn’t. The rest of Asgard was going to see a father torn up by grief, devastated by the loss of the son he’d loved so much, even if he hadn’t ever been very good at showing it. But that was what the funeral was for! And then there’d be no doubt it anyone’s minds how much Loki had meant to Odin. No doubt at all.
For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the seven of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!
The sound of T'Challa’s low, rich laughter bloomed warm in her chest. Yesterday, in the company of Sam and his sister Sarah, she appreciated their dynamic more than felt jealous of their closeness. Today, however, listening to her brother’s voice, seeing something tall and leafy blowing in the wind behind his head, produced a few pangs of homesickness. Leaning a little heavier against the wall behind her, Shuri scanned the cafe. Wakanda had many establishments like it; she used that familiarity to push back encroaching ennui.
“I have appreciated the images you sent, particularly that red barn —so quaint and quintessentially American.”
“I know, right?”
“I was surprised, but pleased to see that Peter Parker and the young woman I do not know were at the Avengers Facility to greet you. As I understand it, Peter is not active with the Avengers. He’s finishing up at University.” Her brother reporting those mundane details gave Shuri pause, although she wasn’t yet sure why, “Riri Williams —she goes by Iron Heart. She’s like Peter in that she’s a protege of Stark’s.”
“Yes, that makes sense,” T'Challa said.
What didn’t quite add up Shuri realized, rolling back the tape of her memory of Peter’s odd behavior at the Facility; his skittish, nervousness that never quite dissipated, compared with a sibling-like ease with Riri and nerdy nonchalance around Bucky and Sam. And here was her brother, admittedly someone whose job included keeping strategic tabs on the world’s shakers and movers, (especially empowered ones), aware of the minute details of a young person yet to win an official place on a (so-described) superhero team. Of course Shuri and T'Challa knew Parker’s masked identity, thanks to the war, but he wasn’t out to the world.
“Would you ever consider taking Peter Parker on as an R&D intern?” Shuri asked her brother on a whim. “He worked closely with Tony Stark before his passing.”
T'Challa squinted and placed a hand over his mouth the hologram, “Hmm. It’s an interesting proposition and one I’ve considered. His attachment to Queens and New York City is strong. Stark attempted to entice him to MIT, but Parker chose Empire State University to stay closer—“
For@phodoodle, who won one of my @marveltrumpshate 2020 Auctions. This is the six of eight aesthetics, I’ll be making for Phoebe, so here you are!
“On ice,” Shuri thought to herself.
It was a description, a phrase, a saying she knew, certainty. Sure, she’d grown up hot and warm —sun-touched and sun-loved— but Shuri knew ice. She was familiar with the mountains, the edge of Wakanda where the Jabari Tribe had long-ago retreated.
When necessary, Shuri wore knits and wools and furs to ward off the fingers of ice that would freeze her skin, pierce her sense of comfort, of warmth. Shuri didn’t let ice go unchecked, unquestioned. She preferred her ice in a tray featuring sixteen rectangular slots. Under shrimps, beneath oysters, mussels, and surrounding clams, ice served a vital role. In a glass, ice appealed, partnered with citrus fruit and maybe CO2 —bubbly, icy, ephemeral delight.
Ice was a treat, and ice could treat. It offered an antidote to bumps or scrapes or punches. As second child, daughter of royalty, Shuri had been taught how to protect herself with fists, a wooden staff, shooting weapons, her voice, and her brain. She was no stranger to ice wrapped in a soft cloth, pressed against her eye, elbow, knee.
No stranger but how shockingly, awfully, bone-rattlingly strange to look upon her brother’s —the King’s— dark body struck down, unmoving; laid out on ice.
Title: Polytonality Author:@aurorawest Rating: M (sexual content, language) Relationships: Loki & Thor, Loki/Fandral, Loki & Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange & Thor, Hela & Loki & Thor Major Archive Warnings:none Word Count (so far): 5.2k Summary: Loki has a plan for being brought back to life after his untimely death on The Statesman, and Thor, with the help of Stephen Strange, pulls it off for him. It returns not just Loki, but Fandral, to the land of the living. The problem is, the land of the living is…New Asgard. And Loki has never been less impressed with anything in his life. Or death, for that matter.
So he devises a new plan. Don’t like New Asgard? Find a new one!
Or: how to find your very own, gently used Asgard at the end of time.
This was written for TeganJ, who won one of my auctions for @marveltrumpshate in 2020!
Look. Loki was happy that Thor had finally cottoned on to the fail safes he’d put in place to bring him back to the land of the living should he meet an untimely death at Thanos’s hands—or anyone else’s, for that matter. It wasn’t that. It was great, tremendous, actually, that he’d figured it out, that he’d made his way to Valhalla, and that he was going to resurrect Loki.
That was all fantastic. It was just…his timing. His timing.
Summary: When an unmarked chest is excavated from the ruins of Zemo’s family land in former Sokovia, Zemo stands to lose the last thing he has left. Instead, he finds compassion.
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I participated in @marveltrumpshate 2021 and n_a had won the bid for a fic from me! I’m so glad that I got to participate with you, thank you so much for donating to RAICES and being patient with me as I slowly worked on your bid fic.
As an Army spouse, Tony Stark should be used to his husband’s deployments by now. Used to playing single dad to their son while Papa is away for months at a time. But when Captain Steve Rogers is called out on yet another emergency mission, this one to the rugged mountains of Sokovia, Tony can’t help but worry.
Maybe it’s because Peter is ten already and no longer as easy to placate, or maybe it’s because it’s supposed to be Steve’s final mission, Tony isn’t sure.
All he knows is that he’s got a bad feeling about it. One that won’t be alleviated until Steve returns home to them.
