it's a good thing you never feared flames
because suddenly you're burning alive
frostiron sketch i did~
I seriously don’t know how to draw people kissing.. but i did my best!
Since it’s the weekend I have time to draw :D
Huginn and Muninn, Thought and Memory, Odin’s crows.
They flew over the world and returned in the evening to Odin. One should never return without the other, the consequence being a society ruled by memory without thought, or thought without memory.
Lego’s newly-released Research Institute, featuring a female astronomer, a female paleontologist, and a female chemist, has already sold out at Lego’s website and stores. Unfortunately, Lego reports that the set was a limited edition item, and has no plans to produce more.
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Yay, I hit 200 followers today! *throws confetti*
Time for a celebratory frostiron ficlet :D
It’s talking to Loki one day that Tony realizes, he must have built Jarvis for the need of someone who would sass back.
It’s his language. A surface layer of sting that makes words palpable and vivid through the chaos of his constantly churning thoughts. It’s like the little bumps on a basketball for added grip, a dash of complexity that makes everything so much simpler to hold onto. Words are slippery, but sarcasm is a flourish he knows well. He can use it as a handhold to turn the words every which way and make sense of them on short notice.
Pepper’s that way too. Enough sarcasm and sting in her that he can at least sometimes hear what she says though all the slip-slide of words and thoughts falling through him.
Loki is just like that, but too much, until it really does cut. Loki’s words are spiked, they stick to Tony like chestnut pods and he can’t brush them loose. Loki itches at him and fixates him, and all the words and thoughts softer than him are falling past, too gentle to hold onto when there’s Loki and all the pointed glances and honed edges. Wherever Loki is, Tony stares, distracted, looking for a sharp smile to run him through, or a twisted lie to work out all the kinks, something that takes up all Tony’s trains of thought and puts them to simultaneous use.
Tony makes a pun about kinks that no one gets but him. Loki sends him a look full of disdain and it catches, catches like a textured grip, catches Tony’s eyes, and there’s a tilt in Loki’s eyebrows, like he knows there is a joke, like he wants to be in on Tony’s thoughts or on in Tony’s pants and that’s about where things scatter again.
Tony’s obsessing over a supervillain, and he thinks, I need a hobby, and then he remembers that catching supervillains is his hobby, and he decides that’s great, he’ll be catching Loki, and he’s not gonna look to hard at the fact that it might be the wrong meaning of the word catching. Loki is very catching, nothing wrong with that.
Tony makes five movie references in six words when he propositions Loki, and two of them are by accident but he’s going to pretend they weren’t. There’s enough facets he can pass it off as joking if the god says no, which he doesn’t, but his yes is so backhanded and full of little verbal stabs that Tony can’t tell if Loki is joking, so Tony’s strategy might have backfired.
It takes him almost half an hour to realize that might have been the point.
Tony catches up with Loki in the hall outside and takes a more direct approach, and it turns out metal armor and leather make for pretty solid handholds too, that teeth don’t bite as deep as words, but they don’t have to to keep him fixated, and it turns out…
It turns out that Tony can’t think, and there are no more words.
Sorry, this comic came out to be more obnoxious than firstly planned..
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When we see Loki, we see a broken prince. Someone who once sat on top of the world. One day, he discovered the dark truth of his world and was cast into perdition by it.
When we see Tony Stark, we see a broken prince. Someone who once sat on top of the world. One day, he discovered the dark truth of his world and was cast into perdition by it.
And he climbed back out.
Maybe we just think he could help Loki do the same.I love you.
One day, Prince Lokitu of the Mushroom Kingdom found out he was not a toad, he was a magikoopa! This would be great news but it also meant he was adopted and everyone still loved his half hammer brother more. Distraught by this news he cracked and stole a magical blue square from King Odinstool’s chamber of secrets and away he flew on his trusty cloud Svartalpouf, to wreak havoc upon the land and rule over all.
We are professional villains.
We are not your amateur thugs, your street hustlers, your rejected sidekicks. We are not your tormented cosmic horrors, bound in space and time, seeking senseless and unplanned destruction whenever we find sentience.
We are not the misunderstood hero of our own story.
We are professionals. We will triumph because our desires are sound, our methods are tested.
We gazed into the Abyss, we leapt into the Darkness, and found home, not oblivion.