fic recs - archive

Been a while since I updated the fic rec list apparently. Wooopsie. Here we go, got a whole ton of things here. As usual, no one ship is really represented because I read all over. The masterlist is over here

Darkness, Flooded in Light -- A delightful take on the idea of Loki falling to Midgard instead of through to the Chitauri, with all the things that entails. Lots of ties to mythology and what is and isn't so, lots of Loki feels, some wonderful thoughts to follow through. I quite enjoyed it.

Godchild -- This one is done and that's literally been the only thing holding me back. Thor is turned into a child, evil villain Loki stumbles upon him and takes him. Growth and evolution of a relationship, some wonderful parenting/sibling feels handled in a way I enjoy.

A Failing in Diplomacy -- Jotun-Loki! A happy Jotun-Loki who goes off on a diplomatic mission to Asgard to see about establishing trade relations and is thoroughly unimpressed. Asgard is full of misinformation and really racist jerk views, and I love the handling of this.

The Family Man -- An alternate take on what was driving Loki during the Avengers, full of myth and legend and lots and lots of family feels. Loki is still just as dangerous, but you mix that dangerous with a terribly dependent and grief-stricken mess of a man, and you get something equally dangerous and yes. I love it. Looooove iiiiit. I'm a terrible person.

I sat alone and waited out the night -- This is a Frigga I can get behind. This is a Frigga I can appreciate, who doesn't make me furious with her words about how Odin always has a plan. That's saying something.

Is This a Matter of Worse or of Better? -- Howard and Maria Stark, through Maria's eyes, and Tony growing up. This one aches in the best way.

The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark -- Amnesia-fic. Tony starts to lose his memory after getting an Asgardian virus. Muninn is involved, we naturally get some really dark-edged Loki, and this is actually the only Steve x Tony I've ever been able to stand--partly because it's really not in your face about the whole mess. This fic is amazing and where I started puttering the idea for Muninn around.

we may be better strangers -- Loki through the eyes of Freya. Freya's experiences in Asgard as a goddess of fertility. This thing aches and is beautiful and ends at just the right spot, leaving you aching for more and already knowing what's coming.

Love is for Children and Other Lies -- An in-depth look at Natasha's history all the way through to the Avengers and a little past. Long, but well-worth it. Just a pure delight to read.

Learning to Fly -- Loki's punishment after the Avengers on Asgard. Some wonderful characterization on all parts, issues of patient choice, and Sigyn is marvelous despite her oh so brief appearance.

Leaves from the Vine -- Another Loki's punishment after the Avengers fic, this time involving lots of brother feels. Thor's perspective on this is something else, and Loki is his usual tricky self.

Exposure -- A very lengthy and incredibly beautiful look at how Clint sees the world and how that, in turn, leads to he and Steve falling for each other. All the art feels, all the Clint feels, just the whole thing is a stellar work and even if you don't ship it (and I don't) this is well worth a read.

30 Days - Snowflake

 Loki has no idea what the feeling in the air actually is. It’s wet and warm despite the fact it is very definitely freezing out, like the air is caught between one thing in another. Whatever the feeling is, it seems to upset Steve, who eyes the cotton grey sky wearily that afternoon.

 

“It’s going to snow,” Steve says glumly, and Loki knows what it’s tied to something else, something before.

 

He wants to ask, but he’s already realized that the lack of seasons in Asgard is strange. He thinks of the hard and compact white stuff, that was more ice than anything on Jotunheim briefly, but he doesn’t think it’s the same as whatever is going to happen now. Jotunheim was never this warm.

 

Mayhap it is something between rain and frozen, but he is not sure and he does not wish to ask.

 

He spends hours in the dark of his studio that afternoon, and when he walks out with a cup of coffee to see if the strange warm-wet-cold sensation is still in the air he stills, blinking.

 

It falls from the sky in great flurries, whips in the occasional playful breeze, and it is already beginning to stick and pile up. It looks a little like the odd globes with cities in them that Olek has occasionally passed off to him, shaken up, white dusting everywhere. He gathers a bit up in one hand and it melts against his skin, leaving it frozen and pink, but it is so soft. Powdery even, nothing like what he saw on Jotunheim.

 

He watches for a long while, until the last of his coffee is done. It is, he thinks, breath-taking.

 

Snow.