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Who? What? I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About.

(Post-Ragnarok, in a universe where Infinity War will never happen. Asgard’s kind of just floating in empty space rn)

Loki slumped against the space ship‘s wall, sighing contently, a  giddy smile spreading across his face, his cheeks pink. He’d just spent hours with Stephen Strange, talking, kissing…

He’d just said goodbye to Stephen, who was being asked for at the NYC sanctum, unfortunately. Stephen had walked with Loki out into the hall, whispering into Loki’s ear, “see you soon,” lips brushing against his skin, sending jolts through the god’s body. Stephen had opened a portal to the sanctum and waved goodbye, winking before turning around and walking into the Midgardian realm.

“Who was your visitor?” Asked Valkyrie, sneaking up on Loki. 

Loki was caught of guard, flustered and grabbing for words. “Who? What? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.. I wasn’t visited by anybody; no. I was just here looking out the window…” Loki said hurriedly. 

“Ahu.” Said Valkyrie, crossing her arms, smug look on her face. 

“Yes.” Loki said, composing himself.

“So that wasn’t Stephen Strange a minute ago making you flustered and all giddy?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“N-No.” Loki said.

“No need to lie, Loki. I saw him. He was right here.”

“Well. Uhm, well, I think it’d be best you didn’t talk about it to anyone.” Loki said, looking at his feet.

“Sure. But I haven’t really  met him. I’ve just heard of him. Portal-maker. That’s it. You better introduce me soon.”

“Will do.” Loki said, flustered beyond belief. Loki had hoped that no one would know Stephen. He wasn’t quite ready yet to say he quite fancied kissing men. ut it made sense that Valkyrie could recognize him: he was the only portal-maker that Asgard had heard of (besides Loki, of course. He’d learnt the art after being tricked into falling for half an hour at the hand of a portal). 

It was late, and Loki was pouring over some Migardian literature (he’d fallen for it; it was quite enthralling, really) when he heard the familiar whirring of one of Stephen’s portals. Already he was smiling and blushing. Looking up from his book, he saw Stephen, who was also smiling and blushing just a tad. His portal shrunk behind him and his flowing red cloak. 

“Hello,” Loki said, getting up from his seat, setting his book down on a nearby table. 

“Hey,” Greeted Stephen, eyes sparkling in the warm light of Loki’s room.

Loki got up close, lips mere centimeters from Stephen’s. “Can I?” He whispered, breath tracing over Strange’s face.

“Yes.” Stephen whispered back before Loki’s connected with Strange’s, warmth flooding each other’s chests and their mouths moved together, Loki’s head tilting just right and Stephen biting just enough but not too hard. The kiss was soft and like fire and lightning all at the same time.

They stopped for air. “ Hey,” Loki said before kissing the spot between Stephen’s jaw and neck. “Do you think – do you think we could start telling people? About us?” He asked, looking up at Stephen, hands wrapped in Strange’s blue robes.

“Yeah. I would like that.” He said, placing a kiss on Loki’s left temple. “I’d like that a lot.” Stephen found Loki’s lips again.

They felt like they had been able to stop time with warmth and flame, jolts and electricity. Thor wasn’t the god of thunder: their kisses were, more powerful than a raging thunderstorm of blazing bolts. As they went for air, Loki whispered into Stephen’s ear, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Me too.” He replied. “I love our conversations. And adventures in New York with you. And how you make me so damn breathless. And how you know the most brilliant and quirky things. And how you’re so special and amazing.”

Loki blushed fiercely. “I love how driven you are. I love how you are so compassionate and empathetic. I’m in love with your smile and your eyes. I love with your hands, scars and all. Because everything that you are and makes you up in beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stephen said, before they kissed again, even warmer, even more electric. Stephen didn’t even notice he was crying until they broke away and Loki asked, “Dear, why are you crying?” And reached up to brush the tears away.

“Oh uhm. I don’t know. I’m just so happy.” He replied, smiling. 

They stood for a moment, both of them holding each other tightly, excited for what was to come.

A/N

I had lots of fun writing this! No one can tell me Strange isn’t a total softie! No one! And that Strange wouldn’t take Loki on NYC adventures! Anyways, Valkyrie doesn’t appear much in Strangefrost stuff, but I think she would be totally open and awesome about their relationship and be like, the best friend ever. As always, thank you for reading!

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Summary: Logan has a problem…and he has no idea that problem even exists. He thinks it’s something else entirely.

Warnings: crying, depression, poor eating habits, food mention, grief, sadness, blood (sort of), injury/death mention, anxiety

Pairing: Platonic LAMP; bit of a Logicality focus at the end

Tagged: @ziallwarrior @thefallendog @apologieslogan

Notes: I’m sad today and Logan is the easiest side for me to write through so…yeah, this is the end result. It’s pure vent fic so I’m sorry if it’s bad, I’m just not in a great place right now. Anyway, here goes nothing.

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