"Excuse me?" Loki says, extra emphasis on the first syllabe and flailing, limbs flying. "Fehu, you can't prove I had anything to do with that, uruz, what gives you the right? Baldr was my friend too. And thurisaz..."
"Loki," Odin says, not letting him finish, "just this once, keep your tongue."
Loki snorts. "It's never just this once with you and always with the orders."
"Please, old friend," Odin says and that shocks Loki into silence.
The host continues, seemingly unaware of their exchange. "No force can extinguish this evil but you!"
Loki opens his mouth and Odin holds up a hand. Loki rolls his eyes, but does not speak.
"When you lived through this night," Odin says, "you only did so thanks to the hearthfire."
"Oh," Loki says and grabs at Odin, pulling him back and throwing him as far as he can be thrown. Loki is a lot stronger than he looks and Odin is lighter than he used to be, so that's pretty far.
Loki flashes over to Odin's side. "I must be buying into your wise man bullshit, because it didn't occur to me that you wouldn't know that -"
"I never lived through that night," the host screeches and it is no host.
"A ghost," Loki says, "a fucking ghost and you never even noticed? What's wrong with you?"
Grief. Grief is what's wrong with him. Grief for all he's lost and all he's yet to lose.
Odin snatches Loki's arm and tugs him closer.
Now, they're back in the waking world.
Or perhaps not.
"Enough with the hugging," Loki says, but makes no move to get away from Odin.
"I thought," Odin starts. He lets Loki go.
Loki spins, hair whipping through the air. "There's your problem, right there."
"Our problem," Odin corrects. He means this both ways.
Loki smiles, crooked and scarred.
For the third: best frenemies. (Sort of like you characterize Odin and Loki, but not limited to them specifically.)
For the fourth: I really love how your fic Burn to Ash deals with Ragnarok, particularly how it manages to highlight the difference between the Norse conception of fate and the more common modern conception of fate derived from the Greeks, despite focusing on an instance where the difference doesn't seem like it should matter. I also loved how, even though you didn't ever explicitly describe the relationship everyone had before it all went to hell, it was very clear from their interactions how they used to be and how they used to feel about each other. That whole fic was incredibly subtle and frankly I would go so far as to call it sublime.
For the fifth: Nameless
(ETA: also, I'm totally "borrowing" these memes, ty.)
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For the first meme: 29
For the second:
"Excuse me?" Loki says, extra emphasis on the first syllabe and flailing, limbs flying. "Fehu, you can't prove I had anything to do with that, uruz, what gives you the right? Baldr was my friend too. And thurisaz..."
"Loki," Odin says, not letting him finish, "just this once, keep your tongue."
Loki snorts. "It's never just this once with you and always with the orders."
"Please, old friend," Odin says and that shocks Loki into silence.
The host continues, seemingly unaware of their exchange. "No force can extinguish this evil but you!"
Loki opens his mouth and Odin holds up a hand. Loki rolls his eyes, but does not speak.
"When you lived through this night," Odin says, "you only did so thanks to the hearthfire."
"Oh," Loki says and grabs at Odin, pulling him back and throwing him as far as he can be thrown. Loki is a lot stronger than he looks and Odin is lighter than he used to be, so that's pretty far.
Loki flashes over to Odin's side. "I must be buying into your wise man bullshit, because it didn't occur to me that you wouldn't know that -"
"I never lived through that night," the host screeches and it is no host.
"A ghost," Loki says, "a fucking ghost and you never even noticed? What's wrong with you?"
Grief. Grief is what's wrong with him. Grief for all he's lost and all he's yet to lose.
Odin snatches Loki's arm and tugs him closer.
Now, they're back in the waking world.
Or perhaps not.
"Enough with the hugging," Loki says, but makes no move to get away from Odin.
"I thought," Odin starts. He lets Loki go.
Loki spins, hair whipping through the air. "There's your problem, right there."
"Our problem," Odin corrects. He means this both ways.
Loki smiles, crooked and scarred.
For the third: best frenemies. (Sort of like you characterize Odin and Loki, but not limited to them specifically.)
For the fourth: I really love how your fic Burn to Ash deals with Ragnarok, particularly how it manages to highlight the difference between the Norse conception of fate and the more common modern conception of fate derived from the Greeks, despite focusing on an instance where the difference doesn't seem like it should matter. I also loved how, even though you didn't ever explicitly describe the relationship everyone had before it all went to hell, it was very clear from their interactions how they used to be and how they used to feel about each other. That whole fic was incredibly subtle and frankly I would go so far as to call it sublime.
For the fifth: Nameless
(ETA: also, I'm totally "borrowing" these memes, ty.)