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โ€œThe price of freedom is high. It always has been. And itโ€™s a price Iโ€™m willing to pay.โ€ Steve Rogers MCU/AU Descriptive Possible Dark Themes Shipping with Chem Lewd is Earned MDNI Friendly 36+ Writer Written by #Spangles
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โ€œDonโ€™t make this a thing.โ€ Loki warned; Now with the eyes of the public upon him quickly regaining his normal attitude, and yetโ€ฆ Moving cautiously still, closer to the sanctum, ascending the concrete steps. At the doorway between normalcy and a world filled with magic, โ€”
The nuances of teleportation are beyond a lot of those even versed in magic, and while he himself has mastered the art the warlock often findsโ€ฆ hitching a ride as it wereโ€ฆ deeply unpleasant. Lokiโ€™s proves as smooth as silk, almost invigorating in the way the Godโ€™s magicโ€”
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โ€” Loki stopped. Inspecting the frame as if he expected it to attack and rip his heart out of his chest in the most literal of ways. Then with hesitation, slowly lifting his foot over the border. Setting it down with a precision of a minesweeper. A nod of the head, after โ€”
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โ€” nothing happened. Then continuing his way as if it was the most normal thing in the world, closely passing Stephen on the way in. โ€œSee? It has yet to hate the greatest God it will ever meet.โ€
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โ€œSomething did.โ€ He threaded carefully, not wanting to overwhelm or overstep. โ€œBut that is all in the past now.โ€
Sheโ€™s slightly stunned. It had been some time. โ€œForget? No, Iโ€” I thoughtโ€ฆ something happened to youโ€ฆโ€
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โ€œIโ€™ve done worse than that, old friend. And it never kicked me out.โ€ A wink, playful. An attempt to lighten the air heavy with tension, weighing Loki down. Then, grabbing a firmer hold of Strangeโ€™s shoulder, and in the blink of the eye, teleporting the two right outside the โ€”
โ€œWellโ€ฆ itโ€™s less about me and more about the Sanctum. Letโ€™s be realistic.โ€ Lips curve up in a smile that finally meets his eyes, lighting them up with a genuine happiness that masks the exhaustion. Just a little. โ€œIt kicked me out once. For a week. Because I broke a table.โ€
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โ€œIf youโ€™d still have me there.โ€ Something was different; It always had been around Strange. His usual mask slipping without effort. Making place for something moreโ€ฆ Real. Even the faint smile he flashed seemed warm.
That got a reaction. Stephen whips his head up so quickly it cricks his neck, lips part for words that his tongue refuses to articulate. The scarred hand that rests atop Lokiโ€™s continues to tremble as it always has, but fingers curl slightly as if to hold. โ€œYes, if you wish.โ€
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โ€œHome.โ€ If Stephen wouldnโ€™t say it, Loki would. He remembered the times where he found refuge in the wizardโ€™s sanctuary. The times where he abandoned his owned to trade loneliness for comfort with his friend.
Eyes narrow briefly, then slide closed. Memories of their shared descent into darkness, the horrific canvas they painted across the landscape. The lives theyโ€™d commandeered for entertainment. โ€œYes,โ€ he murmurs. โ€œPerhaps in comfort, perhapsโ€”โ€ โ€˜Homeโ€™ may be pushing things.
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