June 11 2012, 08:07 AM

sci-fi au || tom is an alien prince who is taken aboard chris’ father’s ship as a prisoner to be studied. chris sneaks into the lab at night to look over the research and do his own tests. he starts letting tom out of the holding cell, and tom perches on a desk to watch him work. night after night on repeat until suddenly chris finds out tom can communicate with him. he also finds out that tom is way too charming for his own good, and eventually they fall into bed together. afterward chris is conflicted over what they’ve done because, well… alien prince!, and tom begins plotting his escape, planning to leave whether or not chris agrees to come with him.

sci-fi au || tom is an alien prince who is taken aboard chris’ father’s ship as a prisoner to be studied. chris sneaks into the lab at night to look over the research and do his own tests. he starts letting tom out of the holding cell, and tom perches on a desk to watch him work. night after night on repeat until suddenly chris finds out tom can communicate with him. he also finds out that tom is way too charming for his own good, and eventually they fall into bed together. afterward chris is conflicted over what they’ve done because, well… alien prince!, and tom begins plotting his escape, planning to leave whether or not chris agrees to come with him.

June 07 2012, 10:12 AM

flagrates:

the avengers | cop drama au

A series of murders of influential people in different cities across the country is the reason why Colonel Nick Fury, a decorated ex-army man consulting for the FBI has assembled a team of skilled detectives to solve the murders and stop the killer before more deaths occur. The investigation takes a personal turn when the brother of one Detective Odinson is implicated in the murders.

A tense silence falls over the room, each man standing rigid for different reasons. The only sound heard is the clock ticking on the wall; menacing, oppressive. Counting down until the eventual blowup. It’s coming, they can all feel it.

For once Tony doesn’t toss out a careless, snarked comment—maybe he’s learning, or maybe he can tell how wound up tight Thor is and doesn’t feel like being punched in the face again like last time. Things are different this time. His eyes tear away from the various papers and threads pinned to the wall in front of them and he looks at Steve.

His gaze is already there, waiting for Tony as if he knew. It’s there in his eyes, the reprimand if Tony so much as dares says anything in the wrong direction.

Then they both shift to Thor. He looks like a wild tiger about to strike—everything about him speaks deadly except his eyes are wide with disbelief. This can’t be true. It just cannot be true.

“Odins—” Steve begins but immediately cuts himself off. It’s just the three of them, it’s after hours and they’re friends. This is something that requires a more delicate touch. “Thor,” he begins again, lifting a hand to place on his shoulder. “We have to—”

But he’s cut off, Thor’s hand coming up to smack him away. “No.”

“Don’t do this, Thor. It’s just going to be harder if you fight this. I know—”

“You don’t know. Neither of you do. He is my brother. He wouldn’t…” He doesn’t think he would, but he can’t say for certain. Thor doesn’t want to believe that Loki would, but…

“We have to turn this over to Fury, Thor.”

It’s not that Steve wants to do this, he can’t even begin to imagine what Thor must be thinking, feeling. But… he has a job to do. He pulls his cellphone out and begins to place a call to Fury. A hand covers his to stop him though.

“Twenty-four hours.”

This is insane, it’s wrong and he knows he shouldn’t do this. Steve starts to shake his head but he catches Tony’s eye. He just shrugs and gives him a look. “Why not? It’s not like Thoreal over here can hide from us.”

Steve looks back at Thor and sees it there in his eyes, the hurt, the upset and something bordering on pleading. He knows that somehow, someway he’s going to regret this. Detective work is no place for sentiment. But he already knows if he doesn’t allow this short window of time, Thor will do something brash all on his own and they can’t afford that. “Fine.” The phone is pocketed and he thrusts a finger at Thor. “Twenty-four hours and then I’m calling Fury.”

There’s no reply given but that pleading in Thor’s eyes is replaced by determination. He turns, grabs his jacket off the back of the chair and slams out the door, already knowing where he’s got to go.

“This was a mistake.”

“Nah.” Tony’s already at the computer, punching in things Steve can’t even begin to dream about and the picture on the screen flashes and changes to something all too familiar. “We’ll know right where Thor goes and can have agents waiting there. You know. Just in case he decides to do something stupid. Which he will.”

Steve slumps down into the seat beside Tony and rubs his eyes. “This was definitely a mistake.”

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sorry this isn’t my writing tumblr but ahfaklsjdf i needed to get this out before i forgot. someone remind me to come back to this asap.

January 12 2012, 10:36 PM
assguard:

The early morning, the city breaksAnd I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years

AU. Thor & Loki & Sif.
Thor and Sif are unhappily married. One night, on a business trip to New Mexico, Thor meets Loki and can’t help but feel an attraction he hasn’t felt towards anyone in years. In a matter of time, Thor finds himself in too deep and has to hide his relationship with Loki from Sif because no matter what he tells himself, he still loves her. The guilt he feels towards both his wife and Loki begins to strain both relationships and Thor finds his world start to crumble when Loki gives him an ultimatum: “It’s her or me.”

Alright! Nearly done with this but posting it in chapters. First one is below. AO3 link is here!
——

Another sleepless night.  Lately, this had become a reoccurring theme. The last time he had actually slept through the night seemed so distant. Memory hazy, which meant it had been far too long. Thor lay there, enveloped in the darkness to the point of near suffocation. It was oppressive and weighed heavily upon him. Crushing. Agonizingly so. Across the hall, the dripping of the leaky faucet called to his attentions. Drip, drip, drip.  Maddening racket.  That should have been fixed—he meant to, but… things kept getting in the way. Or, perhaps, he’d even forgotten. Become too busy with work and it had fallen to the wayside, neglected, much like many other things around the house. His “honey-do” list had expanded greatly; seemingly also filled with emotional fixes right along side constructional ones. The more items that filled that list, the less he actually cared to complete them. Not the best course of action, he knew, but better than the alternative. …Whatever that turned out to be. He didn’t want to think about it. Thor rolled onto his side, staring blindly out the window, straining to see something—anything. Some proof of life existing outside this house. But, as always, there was nothing but that oppressive darkness. Through the wall he heard Sif snore softly in her sleep. Must be on her back. They had fought—again. Gotten completely out of hand—again. The broken dishes and chair that still lay shattered on the kitchen floor could attest to that. They were never quiet when they fought; always destructive. Never once was a hand raised to each other, but everything else not nailed down was fair game. Their house was in constant disarray. All the pieces would be put back together, giving off the air everything was fine. They were normal. Happily in love. But, that wasn’t exactly right either.He didn’t know when their lives had taken a turn this way, but by now it just was second nature. The days when they fought were becoming more and more frequent—there was hardly a day that passed without some mishap. Thor found himself seeking solace in the spare bedroom at night more often than he cared to admit. This wasn’t how he pictured happily ever after.A heavy sigh rolled over his lips as he sat up and rubbed at his face. Sleep would not come tonight, not at this rate. There was no further point in trying. Red numbers glowed half-past three from the clock at the bedside table. Only a few more hours until his flight—now was as good of a time as any to slip into that darkness and leave.———-“Odinson!” The booming voice snapped across the office, nearly shaking the glass from the windows.An easy smile slid on his lips as he offered a firm shake of hands. “Good to see you again, Volstagg.”The man had an immense and impressive presence—both in personality and in stature. But, there was still part of him that retained an almost childlike excitement; it made him easily likable. “How long are you with us this time?”Thor offered a shrug. “Last I heard, it was for nearly a week. If things are progressing on schedule…?” A dangerous, loaded question, at best, but one that needed answering.There was the briefest of all pauses—which could only mean that they were, in fact, not on schedule—before Volstagg spoke again. “Well… let’s go to my office, shall we?”This didn’t bode well.Two hours later, Thor emerged from the office more tired than he had been before he had arrived. The project was behind schedule. Far behind. It wasn’t entirely a huge surprise, but this was a giant headache nonetheless. Down a few floors to his supplied make-shift office—around mountains of boxes and cleaning supplies with a few questionable stains—he sat at the drafting table. This was the part he hated most about his job—sedentary office work. He would much rather be out in the field. Being hands on rather than make phone calls. And from the sound of it, he had far too many to make before offices started to close for the day. No point in putting off the droning busy work any longer. The sooner he started, the faster it was over. Still, he couldn’t help but let his gaze settle outside, looking through the one lone hazy window. There was a storm coming soon, he could feel it under his skin. Buzzing almost, like electricity. That thought seemed to smooth his nerves enough that he set to work without much more complaining.After what felt like an excruciating lifetime later, Thor emerged no worse for the wear. All that he could accomplish for the day had gotten done—which had turned out to be more than expected. Tomorrow, he would meet with a few promising leads and take it from there. At this point, it was all he could do. Now it was time to face the decision of what to do for the night. Suddenly, that seemed like a much bigger problem to face than their flooring contractor pulling out of the project. Not that there was exactly a plethora of things to do in the small podunk town, but going out was better than ordering room service and sitting alone in his room. Most likely falling asleep before nine o’clock. There was a bar on the way back to the hotel, he remembered seeing it on the way into work. Maybe a stop there wouldn’t hurt…———Thor stood, hesitating, outside the bar door. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to be around people tonight—but, he supposed (more like reasoned with himself for the second time that night), this would be better than staying alone in the hotel room watching some made for TV movie until he fell asleep.With a heavy sigh, he pushed inside. Dark and richly colored wood and fabrics ensconced the interior. Decorated with the usual fare—street signs and dead animal heads mounted to perfection. Out of the way bars were a dime a dozen.It wasn’t crowded, but he went to sit at the bar anyway, forgoing any of the scattered tables. They were for two, he was only one. Taking refuge at the far end on a worn seat, he signaled to the barkeep for service. Only a few moments later, frosty stein in hand, Thor allowed himself to take in the scenery. There was a couple sidled up to the bar, heads bent low and talking only to each other. Completely disinterested in their surroundings. It seemed like a strange place for such a young couple to be, but Thor didn’t question the choice. The diamond ring on the woman’s left hand glinted from the dim overhead lights. In a vague, basic sense, they reminded him of himself and Sif when they had first begun dating.That seemed so long ago now. And, most certainly, wasn’t a thought he wanted to be having at the moment.He moved on to the other patrons—half of whom were drunk already and enjoying themselves. On any other night he would be with them, probably even challenging those meatheads at the pool table to a game or three. Being rowdy and raucous and without so much as a care. But, the energy just was not with him tonight.Thor picked up the glass, fully intent to knock back half and hasten his retreat back to the safety of his hotel room, when he suddenly stopped. A pair of dark eyes held him, suddenly enraptured, and he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. Every possible romantic cliche washed over him then: shortness of breath, heart skipping a beat, even a cacophony of sounds crashing in his ears. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he vaguely wondered if he was possibly having a heart attack.It didn’t seem to matter if he was—before he realized what was even happening, he had slid off the stool and began making his way around the bar. He couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop. A shiver shot straight down his spine as he neared the mysterious man sitting in the shadows—this was dangerous.And he didn’t care.Neither spoke right away, merely content enough to remain in a locked gaze as if they could read each other simply from that. Except that Thor was never good at getting a read on people and his silence only came because he was having a little trouble remembering how to actually speak. He would never admit something like that, but he knew if he opened his mouth too soon whatever he said would make him seem like he had the intellectual level of a pea.Thankfully, the man had far more sense than Thor and a better grasp on speaking and broke the silence first.“Please. Sit.”Simple. Two words. Inviting but still slightly closed off. But no matter. Just from the sound of his voice alone, Thor felt his entire world shift from it’s long projected trajectory. Like there was something new and exciting just bubbling below the surface. Something that he desired to find out. If he had been in his right frame of mind, he would have been embarrassed for himself. But, he wasn’t. So, he’s certainly not.Instead, he managed to mumble a thanks (at least, he’s fairly certain that’s what he said) as he sat down on the stool next to him, trying not to stare but doing so anyway. Green. He can see the man’s eyes now. Green always was a color he liked best.And then (finally) he allowed reality to settle around him, realizing he hadn’t actually said anything. Not anything worthwhile and he’s probably coming off like some weird lunatic. All right, he’s got to shake this off. These new curious and unexplained feelings can be explored later once he’s back safely at the hotel. He’s Thor Odinson for crying out loud. Silent, shy type isn’t his style—not by a long shot. Get a grip.A shift in his seat and trying to be discreet about wiping his hand on his pant leg (sweaty palms, God, what is he fifteen??). “Hello.” Smooth, Odinson. Keep going. His hand is offered, “Thor.” …Alright. Short and sweet. That’s fine. Better than nothing.There’s just a slight pause before he feels the cool slide and press of a hand in his. They just fit and gives a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. If he was better at reading signs and signals, he would have noticed the sharper intake of breath and possibly the dilated pupils—indicating that he wasn’t alone in that feeling. The touch lingers longer than necessary and Thor’s eyes are drawn down, nearly enraptured with how nicely this man’s hand fits in his own. The contrast of their skin is mesmerizing in a way it probably shouldn’t be. “Loki.”  And that’s when everything changed.

assguard:

The early morning, the city breaks
And I’ve been calling for years and years and years and years

AU. Thor & Loki & Sif.

Thor and Sif are unhappily married. One night, on a business trip to New Mexico, Thor meets Loki and can’t help but feel an attraction he hasn’t felt towards anyone in years. In a matter of time, Thor finds himself in too deep and has to hide his relationship with Loki from Sif because no matter what he tells himself, he still loves her. The guilt he feels towards both his wife and Loki begins to strain both relationships and Thor finds his world start to crumble when Loki gives him an ultimatum: “It’s her or me.”

Alright! Nearly done with this but posting it in chapters. First one is below. AO3 link is here!

——

Another sleepless night.
 
Lately, this had become a reoccurring theme. The last time he had actually slept through the night seemed so distant. Memory hazy, which meant it had been far too long. Thor lay there, enveloped in the darkness to the point of near suffocation. It was oppressive and weighed heavily upon him. Crushing. Agonizingly so.
 
Across the hall, the dripping of the leaky faucet called to his attentions. Drip, drip, drip.
 
Maddening racket.
 
That should have been fixed—he meant to, but… things kept getting in the way. Or, perhaps, he’d even forgotten. Become too busy with work and it had fallen to the wayside, neglected, much like many other things around the house. His “honey-do” list had expanded greatly; seemingly also filled with emotional fixes right along side constructional ones. The more items that filled that list, the less he actually cared to complete them. Not the best course of action, he knew, but better than the alternative. …Whatever that turned out to be. He didn’t want to think about it.
 
Thor rolled onto his side, staring blindly out the window, straining to see something—anything. Some proof of life existing outside this house. But, as always, there was nothing but that oppressive darkness. Through the wall he heard Sif snore softly in her sleep. Must be on her back.

They had fought—again. Gotten completely out of hand—again. The broken dishes and chair that still lay shattered on the kitchen floor could attest to that.

They were never quiet when they fought; always destructive. Never once was a hand raised to each other, but everything else not nailed down was fair game. Their house was in constant disarray. All the pieces would be put back together, giving off the air everything was fine. They were normal. Happily in love. But, that wasn’t exactly right either.

He didn’t know when their lives had taken a turn this way, but by now it just was second nature. The days when they fought were becoming more and more frequent—there was hardly a day that passed without some mishap. Thor found himself seeking solace in the spare bedroom at night more often than he cared to admit. This wasn’t how he pictured happily ever after.

A heavy sigh rolled over his lips as he sat up and rubbed at his face. Sleep would not come tonight, not at this rate. There was no further point in trying. Red numbers glowed half-past three from the clock at the bedside table. Only a few more hours until his flight—now was as good of a time as any to slip into that darkness and leave.

———-

“Odinson!” The booming voice snapped across the office, nearly shaking the glass from the windows.

An easy smile slid on his lips as he offered a firm shake of hands. “Good to see you again, Volstagg.”

The man had an immense and impressive presence—both in personality and in stature. But, there was still part of him that retained an almost childlike excitement; it made him easily likable.

“How long are you with us this time?”

Thor offered a shrug. “Last I heard, it was for nearly a week. If things are progressing on schedule…?” A dangerous, loaded question, at best, but one that needed answering.

There was the briefest of all pauses—which could only mean that they were, in fact, not on schedule—before Volstagg spoke again. “Well… let’s go to my office, shall we?”

This didn’t bode well.

Two hours later, Thor emerged from the office more tired than he had been before he had arrived. The project was behind schedule. Far behind. It wasn’t entirely a huge surprise, but this was a giant headache nonetheless.

Down a few floors to his supplied make-shift office—around mountains of boxes and cleaning supplies with a few questionable stains—he sat at the drafting table. This was the part he hated most about his job—sedentary office work. He would much rather be out in the field. Being hands on rather than make phone calls. And from the sound of it, he had far too many to make before offices started to close for the day.

No point in putting off the droning busy work any longer. The sooner he started, the faster it was over. Still, he couldn’t help but let his gaze settle outside, looking through the one lone hazy window. There was a storm coming soon, he could feel it under his skin. Buzzing almost, like electricity. That thought seemed to smooth his nerves enough that he set to work without much more complaining.

After what felt like an excruciating lifetime later, Thor emerged no worse for the wear. All that he could accomplish for the day had gotten done—which had turned out to be more than expected. Tomorrow, he would meet with a few promising leads and take it from there. At this point, it was all he could do. Now it was time to face the decision of what to do for the night. Suddenly, that seemed like a much bigger problem to face than their flooring contractor pulling out of the project. Not that there was exactly a plethora of things to do in the small podunk town, but going out was better than ordering room service and sitting alone in his room. Most likely falling asleep before nine o’clock. There was a bar on the way back to the hotel, he remembered seeing it on the way into work. Maybe a stop there wouldn’t hurt…

———

Thor stood, hesitating, outside the bar door. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to be around people tonight—but, he supposed (more like reasoned with himself for the second time that night), this would be better than staying alone in the hotel room watching some made for TV movie until he fell asleep.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed inside. Dark and richly colored wood and fabrics ensconced the interior. Decorated with the usual fare—street signs and dead animal heads mounted to perfection. Out of the way bars were a dime a dozen.

It wasn’t crowded, but he went to sit at the bar anyway, forgoing any of the scattered tables. They were for two, he was only one. Taking refuge at the far end on a worn seat, he signaled to the barkeep for service. Only a few moments later, frosty stein in hand, Thor allowed himself to take in the scenery. There was a couple sidled up to the bar, heads bent low and talking only to each other. Completely disinterested in their surroundings. It seemed like a strange place for such a young couple to be, but Thor didn’t question the choice. The diamond ring on the woman’s left hand glinted from the dim overhead lights. In a vague, basic sense, they reminded him of himself and Sif when they had first begun dating.

That seemed so long ago now. And, most certainly, wasn’t a thought he wanted to be having at the moment.

He moved on to the other patrons—half of whom were drunk already and enjoying themselves. On any other night he would be with them, probably even challenging those meatheads at the pool table to a game or three. Being rowdy and raucous and without so much as a care. But, the energy just was not with him tonight.

Thor picked up the glass, fully intent to knock back half and hasten his retreat back to the safety of his hotel room, when he suddenly stopped. A pair of dark eyes held him, suddenly enraptured, and he couldn’t find it in himself to look away. Every possible romantic cliche washed over him then: shortness of breath, heart skipping a beat, even a cacophony of sounds crashing in his ears. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and he vaguely wondered if he was possibly having a heart attack.

It didn’t seem to matter if he was—before he realized what was even happening, he had slid off the stool and began making his way around the bar. He couldn’t stop and didn’t want to stop. A shiver shot straight down his spine as he neared the mysterious man sitting in the shadows—this was dangerous.

And he didn’t care.

Neither spoke right away, merely content enough to remain in a locked gaze as if they could read each other simply from that. Except that Thor was never good at getting a read on people and his silence only came because he was having a little trouble remembering how to actually speak. He would never admit something like that, but he knew if he opened his mouth too soon whatever he said would make him seem like he had the intellectual level of a pea.

Thankfully, the man had far more sense than Thor and a better grasp on speaking and broke the silence first.

“Please. Sit.”

Simple. Two words. Inviting but still slightly closed off. But no matter. Just from the sound of his voice alone, Thor felt his entire world shift from it’s long projected trajectory. Like there was something new and exciting just bubbling below the surface. Something that he desired to find out. If he had been in his right frame of mind, he would have been embarrassed for himself. But, he wasn’t. So, he’s certainly not.

Instead, he managed to mumble a thanks (at least, he’s fairly certain that’s what he said) as he sat down on the stool next to him, trying not to stare but doing so anyway. Green. He can see the man’s eyes now. Green always was a color he liked best.

And then (finally) he allowed reality to settle around him, realizing he hadn’t actually said anything. Not anything worthwhile and he’s probably coming off like some weird lunatic. All right, he’s got to shake this off. These new curious and unexplained feelings can be explored later once he’s back safely at the hotel. He’s Thor Odinson for crying out loud. Silent, shy type isn’t his style—not by a long shot. Get a grip.

A shift in his seat and trying to be discreet about wiping his hand on his pant leg (sweaty palms, God, what is he fifteen??). “Hello.” Smooth, Odinson. Keep going. His hand is offered, “Thor.” …Alright. Short and sweet. That’s fine. Better than nothing.

There’s just a slight pause before he feels the cool slide and press of a hand in his. They just fit and gives a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. If he was better at reading signs and signals, he would have noticed the sharper intake of breath and possibly the dilated pupils—indicating that he wasn’t alone in that feeling. The touch lingers longer than necessary and Thor’s eyes are drawn down, nearly enraptured with how nicely this man’s hand fits in his own. The contrast of their skin is mesmerizing in a way it probably shouldn’t be.

“Loki.”  

And that’s when everything changed.