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It's time for another Bingo card! I'm a lot happier with the one I got for this go round, and I have some excellent squares I can't wait to fill! I'm going to be trying to do mostly comedic writing for this, because it's an area of fiction writing I'd like to work on, and also because it's just dang fun to write. Anyway, without further ado, here's my first fill!!

Tony Stark does not typically, under usual circumstances, go to weddings. They're just not his scene; he just isn't the biggest fan of all the hustle and bustle, and then there's the travel, because he's moved out to California but almost everyone else is still back on the East Coast, and furthermore, weddings are just. A bit excessive.

(It has zero to do with being jealous, or the bittersweet reminder of the almost-wedding with Pepper, or anything else, and he'd appreciate if no one acted sympathetic about it, thanks.)

But. Well.

Here he is, on a plane, going to a wedding, and he's still not entirely sure why.

(Except he totally, absolutely knows.)

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Continuing from where we left off yesterday with some overlap.....

Steve's waiting in the hallway outside Loki's room, like Thor asked him to, and he can hear the two brother's arguing. Mostly, he can hear Thor, who keeps getting loud, then quiet, then loud again.

Loki, it seems, is more restrained about raising his voice.

Eventually, the door opens, and there is Thor.

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you’re famous and you want to hide out in my bookstore which is fine except the stupid paparazzi won’t leave and now there’s a photo of us in the tabloids and they’re printing misinformation and why the fuck won’t you clear this up on your twitter account - Meet Ugly #71

It is a quiet day.

If Loki's honest, nearly every day at work is a quiet day for him--spent filling online orders and carefully mailing off the books, the ticking of the clock interrupted rarely by the ringing of the phone, and even more rarely by the front bell ringing.

LaFey's Rare Books has never been the most happening of bookstores, and Loki wouldn't have it any other way. Surrounded mostly by banks and offices, on a very quiet street, the only people who arrive usually know exactly what they're looking for.

Which is why the current customer is a problem.

"Sir," Loki says, attempting to keep his annoyance out of his voice.

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Not feeling any of the meet uglies, the vague melancholy Steve Rogers is Sad(tm) fic isn't really working out, and don't feel like working on the novel rewrite, so here's some prompts:

1. One of the few 'joys' of working the skate rental booth over winter break has and will always be watching the adults try and fail to teach children how to skate. Perhaps he's mean spirited, but Loki never quite manages it for this years cute new instructor--a scrawny guy with blond hair and blue eyes and a smile that is as disgustingly sincere as it is wide.

2. Loki is perfectly capable of getting his christmas tree on top of his car thank you, and he doesn't need some tall blond and stupid stranger's help.

3. Steve's been working at the coffee shop for a while now, and he doesn't mean to snoop, but he can't help hearing one of the regulars on the phone and a declaration they're not going home for Christmas, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

4. Steve's new neighbor has been hiding inside since they moved next door, but after the snowstorm, they can't hide forever. There's snow piled high on a sidewalk that needs clearing; Steve's happy to help, but first he needs to see if said neighbor is even alive. He wades through the mid-shin high snow to the front door and knocks.

5. Steve doesn't usually work the late night shift at the grocery, but since he lives in walking distance and there's a blizzard en route, he volunteers to take someone else's shift. Unfortunately, that means he's also working with the grumpiest and most sour stocker he's ever had to work with; it's not his fault there's a storm, so maybe Loki shouldn't act like it is when they both get snowed in.

gaslightgallows wrote this in response to my comment on their title meme:

It’s one of the few things Steve still has that no one can touch: the simple taste of citrus fruit, gone from Depression-era rarity to dizzingly common. And it’s one of the things he’s hesitant to share. But for one broken Asgardian prince, back from the dead one too many times to ever be quite whole again, he might consider making an exception.

And frankly, I couldn't resist, so here we are. [crosspost to AO3]:

It's cold, on the roof of the compound, and the forest all around them is dark and towering. Steve shuts the door to the roof behind him quietly, steps further out so he can see a bit better by the moonlight, then pauses.

There's someone else here.

It takes a very long few seconds for him to relax; he's been so keyed up since... everything, and as much as he appreciates the chance to relax out in the middle of nowhere, there's just--

They spent a long time running, once Thanos was dead.

"I know you're there," a rough and low voice says, and finally Steve knows who it is--Loki.

"I didn't know anyone else was up here," Steve says in reply, approaching cautiously. He's still not entirely sure what to make of Loki--Thor had said Thanos strangled him, and Steve believes that, and he believes Thor never thought to see Loki again. He didn't see Thor's face when Loki showed back up, skin tinged with the faintest orange glow; he was too busy staring at Bucky, somehow alive and whole, too busy with his own world. It wasn't until after that Steve... that any of them realized Loki was there.

Sometimes, just barely, Steve's seen the faintest flicker of orange at Loki's joints, a gleam in his eyes.

"Mm," is all Loki says in reply as Steve joins him at the edge of the roof. Steve leans against the thick ledge that Loki's sitting on.

He's seemed... different, from what Steve remembers. What any of them remember. But then, that was years and several disasters ago. In the silvery moonlight, he's all contrasts.

Steve doesn't comment how the light seems a lot warmer than it should where it touches Loki's skin.

"Can't sleep?" Steve asks.

"I am not up here to make conversation," Loki says, only his eyes sliding to view Steve askance, the slightest dip at the corner of his mouth.

"Alright." Steve looks away from Loki, looks out across the forest that swallows up the light, then up at the stars and sky. Steve's glad they aren't up there, that they're finally back on Earth, that things are finally starting to mend. It doesn't change how his stomach twists all the same staring up at the firmament.

They don't talk, and Loki doesn't look at Steve again. He just sits, a shadow in the periphery of Steve's vision. Eventually, Steve can feel the thoughts that propelled him up to the roof settle, the promise of sleep creeping into his bones, the lids of his eyes.

"Good night," Steve tells Loki.

Loki hums, a low and warm sound, but he does not turn from where he stares out across the forest.

If Steve's honest, he didn't expect him to.

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Will I do a ton of these? Who knows!! But I've got a fair bit of spare time at the moment thanks to regular classes ending, and want to squeeze in a little more writing before 2018 calls it quits. So let's go!!!!

01. we were set up on a blind date but it went horribly, so now you message me every time you have a good date because you think your tips will help me in the future, you ass

- from this list of meet ugly prompts

Steve is well-versed in having things go wrong. He's well-versed in embarrassment, well-versed in disappointment, in things just deciding to go sideways for no discernible reason (and sometimes do so for discernible ones). A lot of people forget that he was a scrawny runt of a kid, and didn't really hit his growth spurt until he was almost twenty-five (at least, the people who met him later in life; Bucky sure as hell as never let him live it down), but Steve knows, on an intimate level, just what it's like to be embarrassed.

And yet, and still, it feels like none of it prepared him for this.

So here's a tip from the newest date: don't spill the wine all over the table. He very much did not spill any wine on the table, and lo, we had a good date.

Steve got the text last night; he's left it on read since then, because part of him doesn't want to dignify it with a response. But the other part of him, the part that would yell at bullies, the the part that's some scrappy kid who just can't shut up, absolutely wants to give Loki a piece of his mind; eventually, that's the part that wins out.

I don't know how I could have predicted the waiter was going to bump into the table while I was pouring the wine, Steve shoots back, and then he pockets his phone, grabs his gym bag, and heads out for the gym.

He knows he shouldn't respond; that Loki's just trolling, but he can't help it.

It's not his fault their blind date was a disaster.

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Masterpost for an OTP challenge I only partially completed in March 2013. Tony Stark/Loki, explicit content so all posts are age-restricted. God-fic. My original monster/god fucker fics, long before the Venom movie happened.

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