The final frontier.
And it's tiny.
To the Teenies!
Loki's Brood 11.2, FluLoki's Brood 11.2, Flu by greywriter
Captain Steve Rogers, decorated war veteran and member of two separate ‘superhero’ teams, was at something of a loss with the situation he now found himself faced with. He had gone to comfort fellows and comrades at arms who were struck down before – and usually in a much more literal sense of the phrase than when someone had a cold. At the moment, though, none of his past experience was helping in the least. And he and Thor hadn’t even gotten through the door yet.
“Well,” he said, careful to keep his tone as steady and nonthreatening as possible. “Have you ever had to deal with anything like this, Thor?”
He shook his head. Steve felt a little bad for him. If anything, he looked even more confused than Steve felt, and a little hurt. “I have not, Captain. While I have heard of this sort of behavior from my nephew, he has never before bared fang to me.”
For some reason that surprised Steve, but he couldn’t th
Loki's Brood 11.1, FluLoki's Brood 11.1, Flu by greywriter
Tony went cross-eyed, trying to contort his face so he could focus on the semi-transparent wand sticking out from between his lips. All that he accomplished, however, was creating two blurry shapes to try and bring into focus instead of one. He twisted his mouth around, trying to bring the shape closer to one eye.
“Tony, would you please hold still? The kids are better behaved than you.”
“And shut up as well, you’ll throw off the reading.”
Tony stopped trying to read the thermometer stuck under his tongue and pouted up at Pepper. Later he would deny – weakly – that he did anything as childish as pout, but it didn’t stop him from doing it shamelessly now.
For her part, Pepper was ignoring his protests, verbal and nonverbal. Instead she was standing over him, something she was able to do because she refused to let him do more than sit up in bed, one hand on her hip and eyes glued on her
The Ironmonger's Heart, Part III.iiThe Ironmonger's Heart, Part III.ii by greywriter
In the end Loki decided not to enter Valaskjálf’s halls just yet. To enter would mean to don the mantle of an at least moderately obedient son and Prince, to adopt all of the inherent rules and responsibilities, and there was at least one task he had to attend to that would be hindered by such checks. Not many would say that Loki followed more than a nominal level of responsibility as a Prince of the Realm – one of the many presumed reasons for his elder brother being the clear favorite of the Crown – but even he would feel the added burden once he stepped over the threshold. To even move about the city with a reasonable amount of privacy would be too great a presumption.
Loki valued his privacy at all times, but would settle for the time being if it only lasted long enough for this one task. As soon as he entered Valaskjálf all would know of his return. More than enough were already aware.
He left his brother at the gates of their father’s Hall
The Ironmonger's Heart, Part III.iThe Ironmonger's Heart, Part III.i by greywriter
While the Ironmonger was left to grapple with his new self and the thoughts that twisted like vipers in his grasp, there was considerable stir in faraway Asgard.
It was known among the Æsir that Loki had some new scheme, a new plot taking shape in his head. None could say for certain what it was, what it might be meant to accomplish or what trickery Loki would use to bring it about, but these things need not be known absolutely. It was enough to know that Loki schemed to send rumors flying from one tongue to the next, until all of Asgard chattered with speculation.
‘What was Loki planning this time?’ went the talk. Who would fall foul his wicked schemes, what kind of embarrassing mess would they find themselves in as a result?
Many of Asgard heard, wondered, speculated and then thought no more of Loki and his mischievous ways. To cause turmoil was Loki’s way, they reasoned, and there would be no stopping the young Prince from having his fun. Some others, such
How to Comfort a Writer1.How to Comfort a Writer by katamaris4ever
Never tell a writer he’s good enough
Because he knows this isn’t the case
And he’ll become conscious at the lie
That he can stop improving
And will be unable to show his true feelings.
Tell her she can change
And what you liked
About her displays of affection
Written in words of wonder
At the bright beautiful world ahead
Never tell a writer’s she’s perfect
For she’ll twist your words into decadent deceit
She knows that this is impossible
And will realize you never looked into her heart
As she wore it on her sleeve
Tell him that there’s work to be done
Before he can truly be an artist
But say that he’s on the right track
And guide him with words of encouragement
In his eyes, affirmation is excellence.
Never scoff when a writer bursts out
Bubbling with his interests
For this is what he holds to himself
Wanting to express what dwells inside his mind
So, I don't favorite that often, but sometimes I go off on a fav'ing spree.