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Considering part of an old fic I found whilst digging through my HD, I think they may be right.

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Short one-shot I did for Norsekink. Loki/Ilyria.

(Specific references to the Angel eps “Underneath” and “Time Bomb”)

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claricechiarasorcha:

WHAT RAEPBABY FEELS DOTH THOU SPEAK OF

feeeeeeeeeed meeeeeeeeeeeeee

hell i’m not actually writing anything right now i kind of killed my brain with the giger because maaaaaaaaaaaaaan i can’t work out the atmosphere of all that I AM FAILING YOU GIGER GROSS SOBBING

Have you actually sat down and re-read what we wrote at each other?

Seriously?

HAVE YOU???

The days drift on, timeless and without cease.  Loki  will eat, if coaxed.  Rise to be seated.  Swallow the healers draughts with the dull motions of an automaton.  But the once-bright fire of his eyes is dim and blank behind those staring eyes , lost somewhere deep within himself and Thor cannot help but wonder how  far into that soulless  void he had fallen even before he had loosed Guignir’s grasp.

Sometimes Thor stares into those depths, crouched small beside the bed while Frigga sleeps on a thin healer’s pallet, her face tight and drawn deep with likes like mummer’s ash.  He twines his fingers with those of his brother, pale against gold, and clasps their palms together as they once did as children. Sometimes he thinks he sees a flicker, a flash of something once so dear.  Sometimes  he sees nothing but his own foolish hopes and desires.

 

//What have they done to you, brother mine?  Where have you gone?//

 

Sometimes  when he asks these questions  Loki shivers  and Thor hastens to fetch another fur, to stoke the fire, glad of a task, an action to take, and on his return he finds  Loki’s fingers clenched so tight against each other that he can no longer slip his own between them, resorting instead to endless stroking over forearms lean and brittle with long disuse   until the shaking has passed.  And for a moment, just a moment, he thinks he sees something terrible, the forked flesh of some great predator’s tail, and his gut clenches at the passing of some unknown, unnamed True Fear.

It is on the dawning of the third week that it seems the final death-blow is to be struck. 

Loki is with child.

(Also: my copy cuts off with the whole “freakout flashback and trying to hate Thor” - I need you to send me back what I wrote after “It is on one such a walk that the careless tread of foot upon gravel skitters down his spine and locks him in ice. “)

(Source: fluffmugger)

goffeemonster:

GOOD TIMES !! one of the finest !! evil sexy cube of DOOM

THAT’S “ABSOLUTE RUBBISH STICKERY-COLOURED SEX TRAP…THING” TO YOU

see, this is what happens when Clarice and I write together.

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seriously I only know who wrote what because I remember writing the parts I wrote.

As it were.

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