Fanfic Recs

In which Loki is roped into cleaning up his act to reassure the people that he isn't planning on betraying them (again), while Thor spends far too much time explaining that no, they aren’t sleeping together.

Loki invites Thor to accompany him on an adventure; Thor is surprised when the 'adventure' turns out to be a visit to a live sex show at The Hidden Pearl brothel on Vanaheim. He is even more surprised when the show turns out to be an illusion of him and Loki having sex.

Trapped on a dying planet at the "mercy" of Thanos's servants, Loki survives by remembering one thing. Somewhere out there, Thor is looking for him. Thor is coming to save him. Only, Thor never does, and when Loki gets to Earth he realizes his brother never even tried.

In which Loki tries to distract himself by posing as Odin on Asgard. No matter what he does, though, he can’t get Thor out of his mind, and he can't seem to stay out of Thor's dreams.

Loki and Thor wake up in the woods with no memory of who they are or how they got there. All they can piece together is that it seems like they've been traveling together...and that they are absurdly attracted to each other...

In which Thor lives a single day more times than he can count, and Loki doesn't know how to fix it.

“I’m terribly sorry, your majesties, but we have only one room left,” says the innkeeper, wringing his apron between anxious hands.

the asgardians come to earth, the seasons pass, and loki tries to adjust

“Brother, we must agree,” says Thor, “if we are to do this together.”

Thor can never know—Thor can never, ever know—but it’s a better distraction for Loki than killing people, isn’t it? Much better. Thor, if he were here, would far prefer that Loki have sex with twin doubles of himself than let anyone on ship die a needless death, just because Loki is bored. Right?

Loki has long since realized that he is not interested in maidens, but his lack of visible exploits has left him the subject of the worst sort of gossip and conjecture in Asgard. Time to get a beard—but there is only one person he will accept in that role…

"I can't be your brother. More than that, I can't be your lover." Loki still won't look at him. "Yet I can't stop myself from wanting to be both. You asked me why I am as I am, Thor: this is the madness that consumes me."

After Ragnarok, Thor is tactile, always reaching out to the people around him to reassure himself they're still there. Especially Loki. It might be pleasant, if it didn't feel a little like distrust. Loki decides to take matters, and Thor, into his own hands.

Gods marry their siblings all the time, right? At least, that's what Thor tells himself after it's suggested the cleanest solution to the Loki Problem is to marry him.

It wasn’t a terrible fight or anything, it was just that Thor had taken the brunt of the attack. You really could hurt a god if you hit it enough, Tony guessed.

“It's excellent rehabilitation for my image,” Loki says, widening his eyes. “They love you, and because of that they'll trust me. You wouldn't ruin this for me, would you?” Thor glares at him. Loki’s mouth twitches. “Also, it's the funniest thing that's ever happened to me.”

In which Thor doesn't want to hurt Loki. Except when he really, really does.

Loki is not a good man, he knows; there is something rotten in the core of him; and even a much better man might let Thor kiss him, since Thor still tastes of sizzling lightning, like gathering rain, like a desire so fierce and so awful to him that when released it could bring Asgard to its knees.

Years after losing his brother, Thor sees someone that looks exactly like him.

"No? Then why do you taunt me like this, parading around the training fields in this-- this licentious attire, making a spectacle of yourself and mocking me in front of my brothers in arms?"

The one where Loki disguises himself as a woman to seduce his brother.

Thor strikes a deal with Loki: each month, he will trade half of his golden apple for one day spent together in a temporary truce. Both brothers find themselves getting more than they bargained for.

"He couldn't remember when he first started feeling the pull. Perhaps it was too long ago, or perhaps it had been gradual, something that crept up on him. But by the time he was sixteen, Bucky knew that the axis of his world spun around Steve Rogers in the worst possible way." Inspired by finding out that in the prequel comics for Captain America: The First Avenger, Steve and Bucky are in art class when the news breaks about Pearl Harbor.

After the supervillains have won, they auction off the Avengers. Even though the Winter Soldier does not have the money to bid, he knows that Captain America belongs to him. Please heed the warnings: this fic features graphic depictions of violence and sexual assault, a physically and sexually abusive relationship, and mentions of suicide.

Steve's kisses are gentle, sweet. They taste like forgiveness, maybe. Love maybe. Bucky pulls away before he can let himself enjoy it too much, but the soft feel of Steve's lips send tingles of pleasure up his spine.

It's wrong, he knows it's wrong, but sometimes Bucky prefers the nightmares that actually happened.

The man who used to be Bucky Barnes lined up his shot. His finger twitched, only once, very precisely. Help me, the bullet sang. Ninety-eight floors below him, the bullet glanced off a vibranium shield with a musical ping. And Steve Rogers looked up.

In the old days, before the war, Steve got cold at night. That was all it was, at first.

The Winter Soldier takes the shot and kills Captain America. Or at least, that's how the story was meant to go.

"No, you need to hear this." Sam steps closer. "You need to be prepared. This, what he’s been through, is worse than any worst case scenario." "And you need to hear this,” he replies, his tone and demeanor both a brick wall. “He will not fall again. He will get through this. I will get him through this. Or die trying. That’s all.” Sam scrubs his weary face with weary hands and regards Steve with resignation. “Fine then. What’s your plan?” * Steve Rogers finds what he has been missing all along.