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Charloft Summer Drabbles 2012
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Jun. 8th, 2012 03:47 am (UTC)
#064 - man with a fan
Farley used to not mind the heat.

But that was when he kept "rebel teen" hours and could relax by the fan. Now that he wanted sleep...

Said fan was too noisy, but he didn't feel like getting another.

Moving into the basement meant several hours' work - too much if the heat wave ended tomorrow.

The answer, then, was obvious.

He smiled to himself as he curled fingers through tousled hair and traced over dusky blue skin and the lines notched into Loki's brow. The God of Mischief smiled sleepily back, red eyes closing, and soon, both men slept.
Jun. 12th, 2012 10:34 pm (UTC)
#51 - staycation
They skip the obvious places right from the start.

"Show me your city," Loki had said, and Farley gladly obliges as they move from diner to bookstore to park to cinema (they spend the famous contract scene quaking with silent laughter), talking of little things or simply nothing at all.

"It isn't quite so different, is it?" Loki says once they've gone home, nursing a cup of tea.

"Guess not..."

Yet when he pulls the covers around them, and Loki nuzzles close after switching off the lamp, New York feels a bit more like home than it has in months.
Jun. 18th, 2012 07:18 am (UTC)
#001 - candle
"O loving Balder, firstborn Odinson..."

A pearly drop of wax trickled onto the plate, threatening to spill into the small mistletoe wreath. Farley had cradled the god in his arms, but he was still save for quiet tears.

"We pray that you have found rest and glory in Valhalla, and that-"

Previously familiar words dug choking fingers into Loki's voice, and hours seemed to pass until he could pry them free.

"...and that your people may yet know the freedom that you and your brothers suffered and died for. Blessed peace to you, brother..."

And the little flame burned on.
Jun. 20th, 2012 02:03 am (UTC)
#081 - return
(AN: AU time! Not quite how it happens in the story, but I felt schmoopy, so. Also, thanks to Jim Butcher for inventing the word "frappalattegrandechino".)

"We've had a visitor."

"Any problems?" Farley sipped his frappalattegrandechino as Coulson led him through the hospital.

"Well behaved, but he hasn't said a word, and his possessions matched our 'guests' from Puente Antiguo, so-"

"You decided better safe than sorry?"


"Right... Let's see what we're-"


Even without the metric fuckton of leather, the lost child laid bare in Loki's expression was unmistakable.

"Give us a minute?"

Coulson shut the door behind him.

"It's you..." His eyes grew bright with joy and unshed tears. "Blessed Tree, it's you..."

Farley smiled, brushing hair from his bandaged forehead. "It's me."
Jun. 20th, 2012 05:33 am (UTC)
#082 - aftermath
(AN: Aaaaand yet more schmoop. This one's set after a mostly AU version of the movie, but Loki's not out of the woods with most of the Avengers just yet...)

"Well, I don't think anyone will accuse you of favoritism now..." Loki shucked off his chestpiece. "Certainly not Ms. Romanoff..."

He paused midway to the closet. Farley had collapsed in the easy chair, eyes shut and breathing slow, the way Banner taught him.

"...I am sorry."

"I know."

"But what she said-"

"I heard, believe me." And heard. And heard. He was still sick of it, but there it was.

Loki quietly slotted in his armor with the rest, waiting for the inevitable What the Hell.


He sighed. "Couch?"

Farley opened his eyes and grinned. "C'mere, ya big doof."

Edited at 2012-06-20 05:34 am (UTC)
Jun. 20th, 2012 06:35 pm (UTC)
#018 - stars
Coulson pored over the card's signatures like newfound da Vincis, nodding appreciatively at Ned's brief, elegant scrawl, and openly blinking in surprise at the blessings and praise in Gallifreyan.

Then he opened the present.

“How did you manage this?” He picked up the gleaming round shield, well aware of Farley’s pleased smirk.

“Perks of technology from other universes - they have a element synthesizer. Figuring out vibranium, though...”

“I suspected, but where’d you get the frame?” Now Coulson grinned. Just how long did it take Stark to realize this was gone?

“Oh, we know a guy with a blue box...”
Jun. 22nd, 2012 03:11 am (UTC)
#078 - green beverage on beach

"Couple druid beers and half a bottle of wine." Farley smirked. "First aid kit, too, if you're desperate..."

Loki sludged into the kitchen, returning to slump next to him.

"Aren't gods supposed to drink mead?"

Said god took a hefty swig of beer. "Shouldn't you wear a pointed hat and flowing robes?"

Farley chuckled. "Touché."

"We do have mead and wine at mealtimes, but... once in a while is indulgence, but an eternity may as well turn it to ash."

"Good point." He scritched random spots behind Shadow's ears. "So, mind telling me what's up while you're still sober?"
Jun. 24th, 2012 03:43 am (UTC)
#005 - sultry
[AN - Female!Farley's PB is currently dark-haired Lena Heady, or Cersei Lannister from Game of Thrones.)


The dark-haired woman smiled, unashamed of her nudity.

Of course it's me, sie 'said', male in spirit, if not in flesh.

Loki sucked at his lip, aware of hir breasts and the smooth curve of hir body.

Seeing wasn't enough. He wanted to gorge himself on hir quim, salty slippery alive, fill hir again and again, make hir burn like shi did him.

When he imagined hir, breasts full and round with child, something throbbed mid-fantasy, and Farley smiled.

"Penny for your carnal thoughts?"

Loki shifted, and shi laughed as his erection pressed into hir.

"Shall I enlighten you?"

Edited at 2012-08-16 02:19 am (UTC)
Jun. 29th, 2012 05:55 am (UTC)
#066 - ducky blood bath

Coppery bloodsmell itched down his nose, laced with something more fleshy, and it was a definite relief to see no dark brown-red, save for mercifully small stains on the sheets and the bedroom carpet.

Farley sat hunched on the toilet, not in visible pain, though shi blushed furiously.

“You remember that little chat we had, y’know, about whether I was...”

“Fully functional?” Loki snapped his fingers and the stain vanished.

“Er, yeah.” Shi cleared her throat.


“Pads, chocolate, painkillers, fertility testing kit.”

“Anything else?”

“Scoot, please.”

Loki smiled - this was certainly one hell of a morning. “Scooting.”
Jul. 7th, 2012 08:07 pm (UTC)
#073 - rusty truck sitting in desert
(Or, Farley meets the Hydramobile.)

"God damn."

Coulson muttered something about 'always the damn car', but Farley only had eyes for the beast sitting in front of him.

Shining black and heavy duty, elegant and intimidating - why did the dark side end up with the best toys?

Didn't help that it reminded him of his Chevrolet, minus all the extra dials and a red button that screamed 'your funeral'.

"...if we can pry Mr. Claymore away from the car?"

Coulson was his usual placid self, and Lamont frowned like Farley was five years old in the world's biggest toy store.

"I want one."

Jul. 29th, 2012 06:15 am (UTC)
#011 - day trip
(AN: Plus a bonus Doctor Who reference.)

“It’s not quite the UK floating on a gigantic interstellar whale, I’ll grant you…” Loki’s grin spoiled any chance of modesty.

The view off the Ponte Vecchio, all lights, noise, and celebration (in short, life), was nothing compared to Loki talk over caffè macchiato or gnocchi of nights with Freya, speaking with Niccolo, or simply living. This was a life free of illogical expectations and false fathers, one he could talk about as much as he wanted, until nothing mattered except the water under the Old Bridge and the content look in his eyes.

“Exactly.” Farley grinned back. “It’s better.”
Jul. 29th, 2012 07:17 am (UTC)
#083 - instructing someone else
“So, is Hel really…?” Farley covered half his face with his hand, scooping flour with the other.

“No, but she’s definitely inherited my talent for shapeshifting…” Loki rolled his eyes as he tilted the pan over the burner. “And theatrics.”

“God forbid.” No pun intended.

“I warned her that it wouldn’t amount to much if the mortals forgot us, but Powers wiling, she can be as stubborn as the best of us.”

“Like her father.”

God and scientist shared a tired smile as Farley passed him the measuring cup.

“When the butter melts, pour this in and stir it up…”
Jul. 29th, 2012 05:24 pm (UTC)
#084 - working with someone you dislike
“…He is adopted.”

There was no dramatic roll of thunder after the words left Thor’s mouth. Farley didn’t even blink.

The still gaze he fixed on him was enough.

In three words, he’d reduced everything that had plagued his brother since Jotunheim and nearly gotten him killed, for Chrissakes, to the Asgardian equivalent of a womanizing uncle, something that barely deserved a token acknowledgement in conversation before moving on.

Just as Loki had feared.

Farley slipped out after, while Natasha was busy with Dr. Banner. Loki wanted to take a poke at his not-brother, he wouldn’t get in the way.
Jul. 29th, 2012 09:07 pm (UTC)
#085 - overstimulation
(AN - Partly inspired by this gif.)

The spot – why did it have to be the spot?

How did Loki even know that just breathing on the space underneath his ear drove him batty, never mind everything else? Farley hadn’t ever thought about it, and still he hummed and pressed those thin, warm lips against his throat. All the while, that cold fire burned, urging him to feel, take, more more more.

Now they curved up.

“How could you ever fear something like this?” Warm breath tickled his throat, until Farley pulled him into his lap. He smiled, finally able to return the kiss.

“You tell me.”
Jul. 30th, 2012 10:52 pm (UTC)
#007 - ship
(AN - With bonus cameo from the Starship UK.)

“Hello, there.”

Loki took a step back when the tentacle’s stinger pointed itself at them. Soft crooning made Farley’s cell phone vibrate.

“It’s all right,” Farley said encouragingly. “We just wanna say hi.”

It leaned forward, tilting with familiar curiosity.


He shut his eyes, held out an open hand, and suddenly felt cool, well-worn chitin.

The creature would be smiling, and was unmistakably purring.

“Farley, how is this place moving?”

“Celia, project wide view of our current location.”

A tiny purplish creature floated above the phone screen, part whale and squid, cities and beast floating peacefully through space.

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