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PIN number is funny but I raise you personal PIN number because it’s like

> hello would you like to create a personal PIN number for identification purposes?

> ah yes random receptionist- I would love to create a personal personal identification number number for identification purposes

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Whumptober 2023 - Prompt No. 2

"I'll call out your name, but you won't call back." | Thermometer | Delirium | "They don't care about you."

Just when things were starting to go good again, they went downhill. Because if anything was consistent in his life, it was the bad luck. So even though he had just become captain of the newly refurbished Enterprise and they were about to start their 5 year mission, the first ever in Star Fleet history, he had to go and mess things up.

It started out as just a regular routine mission. They were supposed to go to this planet along the outskirts of the Alpha quadrant so they could see if it might be a good fit for the vulcan refugees.

“This is Captain Kirk. We are 5 hours out from Non Tellio in the Rho Minor system. Once we arrive I would like 2 security officers as well as a few scientists specialized in environmental studies to accompany me and First Officer Spock in Transporter 1. Kirk out.”

~~~

“Keptin. We are rapidly approaching the atmosphere of the planet. Should we enter orbit?”

“Aye Chekov. Make it so.” As he said this, Kirk rose in his seat and headed to the turbolift. “Spock, you’re with me.”

“Yes Captain.” The two headed to the turbolift where is took them down to the transporter wing. The 2 security officers as well as the scientists were already there when they arrived and Scotty was manning the transporter room.

“7 to beam down to the surface Scotty.”

“Aye Captain. Stand by to transport.” The seven of them got onto the transporter pad, and then felt the tingling sensation Kirk had always associated with being transported. He supposed he should stop teasing Bones about the dislike of transporters, after all, it did leave him feeling off balanced when he arrived.

In the ten seconds it took for him to run this train of thought, they had arrived on the planet. However, it seemed like the planet was covered in crystalline structures, which was weird because this planet was supposed to be similar to vulcan. Which meant sand, not crystals.

“Captain it appears the planet is not what we were expecting.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Captain my name is Spock not Sherlock.”

“It’s an expression Spock.”

“Ah.” There was a pause. “I still do not get it.” Kirk shook his head.

“Nevermind then.” He turned to address the landing party. “I know this isn’t what we were expecting and I doubt it will work as a planet for the vulcan refugees but nonetheless we should still observe the planet.”

There was a chorus of “Aye Captains” as the landing team fanned out, leaving just Spock and Kirk.

“Well Spock? Where do you want to explore?”

“I don’t think we should do any exploring until the rest of the party has come back.”

“Oh come on it will be fun!”

“Captain with you various allergies I don’t think it’s wise to-” Spock was cut off as Kirk starting walking in the opposite direction. Spock sighed and started following, after all, someone responsible had to follow him.

By the time Spock had gotten over to Kirk, he had already started poking at the different alien plant life. Spock had to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

“Hey Spock come look at this! It looks like it’s smiling at me!” When Spock heard this he panicked, he had remembered an alien plant in the Vulcan archives that looked bright and colorful but would trap you in your mind if you got to close. It was a brilliant defense mechanism, but unfortunately not so great when you have a Captain such as Kirk.

Just as Spock was about to warn him, Kirk touched the plant. The effect was immediate. His eyes glazed over and he collapsed.

“Spock to Enterprise. Two to beam up to med bay.”

“Aye Spock.”

~~~

McCoy was having a perfectly fine day. Until Kirk decided to do something stupid and ruin his alone time. That kid was going to be the death of him one day.

“Alright hobgoblin. What happened.”

“We landed on the planet and even though it wasn’t anything like Vulcan, the Captain thought it would be wise to explore anyways.”

“And I’m assuming that means he decided to go start touching random things?”

“Yes. Just as he was about to touch the plant I recognized it from our archives on Vulcan. I believe it has trapped Kirk in his mind. Although he may also be allergic to it.”

“Kid can’t do anything by half measures can he?”

“Doctor?”

“Nevermind. Why don’t you go look through the computer and see if you can’t find that plant while I stay here and try and keep him from dying.”

“Yes Doctor McCoy. I shall return once I have found the information.” 

~~~

He was cold. It wasn’t the cold when his mom forgot to pay for the power in fall. It was a deep, piercing cold. It seemed to go down to his bones, down to his very soul. All he could feel was cold. There was nothing else.

~~~

“Doctor I believe I found something that may be of use.”

“Well thank god because keeping Kirk alive is harder than a biscuit during winter.”

“Are biscuits not normally hard?”

“What no- nevermind. What do you have.”

“It seems the plant definitely has a mental aspect to it and it if the Captain can work through it on his own, he should come back to us. If he isn’t back within 24 hours, it means he is stuck and needs help getting out. Normally a Vulcan Healer would be used, but as I am the only Vulcan on the ship, it would have to be me.”

“Kid can’t ever make it easy for me can he.”

“Unfortunately not Doctor.”

“Yes well it’s already almost 20 hours in and he hasn’t shown any signs of change. You are probably gonna have to do my job for me and get Kirk out of this damned situation.”

“I shall go meditate so I am ready, comm me at the 24 hour mark.”

~~~

24 hours later and there was still no change in Kirk’s condition. So Spock had McCoy transport Kirk over to his dorms so he could set up the traditional meditation chamber. He didn’t want anything to go wrong especially when dealing with matters of the mind.

He steeled himself to enter Kirk’s mind. Checked, and double checked, and triple checked his shields were in place. But nothing prepared him for what he saw when he entered.

~~~

He felt the sting of pain all over his body. Each knife seemed to say something different.

“They don’t care about you.” A stab to the heart.

“Why would Spock ever want to be friends with you.” A stab from behind.

“You are a monster.” A stab in the palm of his hand.

“Why are you such an idiot.” A stab to the head.

“You never should have survived Tarsus.” A stab in his stomach.

“You are less than zero.” He is bleeding out. He was covered in blood. He collapsed.

~~~

Spock rushed over to Kirk horrified. His Captain, his friend, was bleeding out in front of him.

“Captain!” There was a certain air of desperation to Spock’s voice that he hadn’t experienced since Nero. There was no response. There was a stench of blood and the chilling silence that always seemed to avoid his friend. Except for now. Now his friend was silent and hardly moving.

He rushed to Kirk’s side and collapsed on his knees next to him. He had to do something, anything. So he placed his hands on Kirk’s. And he did the only thing he could do. He took Kirk’s pain from him and replaced it with the words “Wake Up”. 

Maybe he would die, or stay trapped in his Captain’s mind. But it would be worth it. He had to atone for what he did to his friend somehow. And maybe this would finally be his recompense.

~~~

When Kirk awoke he wasn’t in the med bay for once. He blinked his eyes open and looked around the room. He saw Spock in the corner which meant he had to be in his first officer’s quarters.

He slowly got up from the bed and walked over to Spock who seemed to still be in meditation.

“Spock?” No response. He shook Spock’s shoulders. No response. He felt something wet in his hands and looked down. Blood. But there was no pain. Which meant…

“Computer to MedBay.”

“Spock did it work?”

“Bones! I’m awake but Spock is currently unresponsive and bleeding out, I need you to come down here.”

“Damn Hobgoblin. You got it Captain.” 5 minutes later and Bones was down there with his full emergency kit for when someone was so critical they couldn’t be moved to MedBay.

He watched as Bones scanned Spock with his tricorder and found several stab wounds. He patched them up as quickly as he could with the dermal regenerator. When that was finished he hooked Spock up to a bag of fluids and blood that he had stored from Spock just in case anything like this ever happened.

“...will he be okay?” Bones turned to Kirk and nodded. He breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully when Spock woke up he would be able to fill him in on what all had happened. But for now he would wait by his First Officer’s side until he woke up. It was the least he could do.

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Whumptober 2023 - Prompt No. 1

"But now this room is spinning while I'm trying just to fill in all the gaps." | Safety Net | Swooning | "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Ricky felt himself going higher and higher up into the air, ground disappearing from underneath him just as it had all his life. It disappeared when Nini broke up with him, it disappeared when his parents started fighting, it disappeared when they eventually got a divorce, and it definitely disappeared when his mom brought her new “boyfriend”.

So going up into the air in a harness was not his favorite after school activity but if it would help get him and Nini back together and stop the entire drama department from being mad at him, he was going to do it, damn the consequences.

Falling 5 ft with a beast mask on his face was not part of the plan. To start with, his arm got trapped under him when he hit the ground, and from the pain radiating outward, he definitely sprained it, probably broke a few bones. At least he could finally cross that off his bucket list though.

Distantly he heard the screams of his castmates, though he still couldn’t see them, the mask had shifted around on his head as he fell, scratching up his face a bit since the inside was still a little unfinished. Though he wondered if they were screaming because they were worried or because he had messed up rehearsal. Again. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter. It usually was.

He felt a hand touch his shoulder and a voice saying words he couldn’t comprehend. The beast mask was being lifted from his face and then there were warm hands wiping tears from his eyes. They were starting to swell shut, probably a reaction from the mask, since he was allergic to latex, not that the drama department knew that. Or even cared to ask.

They really should get better safety protocols in this building though. Considering this is the second time he’s been in a harness 5 ft above the ground. Honestly that is probably an OSHA violation or something.

He tried to stand because then maybe the screaming would stop. Maybe he should try to recite some of his lines from the scene they were working on. Then rehearsal might not be ruined.

He put his hands on the ground behind him and tried to push himself up, before realizing why that was a bad idea. Pain flared in his wrist, and also his ankle. Because of course he couldn’t get away with just a small injury where he could still go on stage. He had to go and break the bones in his wrist, and his ankle.

The hands that were on his face before reached out to steady him, and the voice was panicking again. He heard something about fingers, but wasn’t sure why on earth there would be a sentence about fingers in the context of Beauty and the Beast? Maybe it was Gaston telling beast that he’s a flesh eating monster. That would probably make sense. Though he wasn’t really sure of anything at this point.

Speaking of Gaston, that would mean that EJ was currently holding him upright. EJ, as in the girlfriend stealing water polo jock who hated him for getting the main role twice. Although if it was EJ, why was he picking him up into a bridal style carry and why was his face heating up. Maybe it was because he was coming down with a fever. Yeah that seems reasonable.

Now that he was in the air again, thankfully not 5 ft up, he could feel the steady rhythm of walking. Whoever was holding him was very good at being consistent. Which means it’s most definitely EJ. Because no one else would have the strength and the rhythm to actually carry him in a way that was starting to loll him to sleep.

But why on earth was he getting carried? He could still do his lines while lying on the ground. Maybe he was in the way of the blocking. That would make sense. Or maybe they just couldn’t stand the sight of him anymore so they decided to haul him out of the theater since he kept messing things up.

He still had more questions than answers by the time he was drifting to sleep, which in hindsight is probably not good considering he had a concussion. But at least he knew for certain that it was EJ who was carrying him away. Meaning EJ either hated him or actually cared about him. And for the first time since the beginning of the year, he wasn’t thinking about Nini.

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Whumptober 2022 - Prompt No. 3

No. 3 (BBC Merlin) Hair’s Breadth From Death

Gun To Temple | ��Say Goodbye.” | Impaled

Summary: While Merlin is out getting herbs for Gaius he gets ambushed by Bandits. Arthur senses that he is danger because they are "two sides of the same coin" and comes to rescue him.

Content Warnings: None

Additional Notes: Arthur and Merlin can be either romantic or platonic in this. Technically a soulmate AU where you can feel the pain your soulmate is feeling and locate them once you both turn 21.

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Also posted on ao3 here.

Merlin was out gathering herbs for Gaius. For real this time. It was relatively quiet on the sorcerer front. Maybe they were giving him a break since it was his birthday. Probably not but still. One could hope.

Anyway, back to the task at hand. Merlin walked around the forest gathering random herbs when he came across a beautiful meadow. The sun was shining through the trees and the air was just crisp enough to be refreshing.

He decided he was allowed to rest a bit and laid his back against one of the trees at the edge of the clearing. Although it was getting closer to winter, he could still feel the magic practically vibrating in the forest around him.

It was peaceful. For the first time in a long time, he felt relaxed. Of course, it didn’t last very long. He felt something tickling the edge of his senses. A person. Most likely a bandit.

He kept his eyes closed until he sensed the bandit about 5 feet away. He ‘woke up’ acting like he didn’t know the bandit was there. The bandit rushed in and Merlin decided to use his magic. He was far to tired for this and no one else was around.

The bandit dropped to the ground and Merlin walked over to where he had left his basket. Just as he bent down to grab it, he felt a swell of new energy enter his senses. Probably around 25 people. But something was off. They weren’t far away. They were right next to him.

The next thing he knew, he was on the ground with an arrow in his stomach and yelling out in pain. It must have been poisoned because his vision was starting to blacken around the edges.

This was unexpected. And to think. He had been having a pretty good day.

He felt something cold clamp around his wrists and felt his magic retreating deep within him. Cold iron. If he was lucid enough he would have cursed. Unfortunately he was having a hard enough time keeping his eyes open, much less speaking.

He must have passed out at some point because he when he opened his eyes next he was in some kind of cart thing and wasn’t in the meadow any more. His eyes fluttered shut once more before he heard a noise.

“MERLIN” He could vaguely registered the sound of Arthur calling his name. He probably forgot to polish his armor again or something.

Arthur rushed in, slashing though the bandits like they were nothing. Unfortunately, they kept on coming and he was quickly overwhelming him.

His magic started reacting before he could stop it, blasting the cold iron off his wrists and filling the space around him. It flung the bandits back and burst open the cage he was in. He could just barely make out a blurry Arthur in front of him, his mouth wide open in shock.

“You’re welcome sire.” Merlin said, before promptly collapsing. Arthur, who had just recovered from his shock, dashed forward just in time to catch Merlin before he crashing into the ground below them.

“You’re hurt.” Merlin looked down at his stomach.

“Oh. I suppose you’re right. I forgot about that. I don’t suppose you have any bandages with you?”

“Can’t you just heal yourself?”

“Wish I could. I’m absolutely rubbish at healing spells though.” Arthur made a displeased sound and promptly picked him up.

“Fine. I’m taking you back to Gaius then. And don’t you dare die before we get there you idiot.”

“As you wish prat.” Merlin paused for a second. “You really don’t care that I’m a warlock then?”

“As long as you’re alive, I don’t care what you are.”

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Whumptober 2022 - Prompt No. 2

Prompt No. 2: Nowhere To Run

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

Summary: Dr. Wells comes back to mess with Buck.

Content Warnings: Disassociation (detailed), Negative Self Talk (brief), Non Consensual Kissing (detailed), Non Consensual Touching (detailed), Past Rape/Non-Con (mentioned)

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Also posted on ao3 here.

Buck hated these days. The days were it was his job to stay behind and clean everything. While it didn’t happen that often anymore, now that him and the rest of the 118 had mostly put the lawsuit behind them.

Still, he hated the crushing loneliness that threatened to overtake him when he was left alone. The fear that when they left, they would leave him behind for good this time. Sighing, Buck decided he should probably shake himself out of his thoughts and decided he might as well take out the trash to the dumpsters out back.

He had just finished putting the bag into the dumpster when he sensed someone standing behind him. Turning around he said, “Hello. Can I help-” before cutting himself off, realizing who it was.

“Hello Buck.” The words were cheerful but the tone was dark and menacing. It made him nervous.

“Dr. Wells?”

“Not anymore. You lost me my job and my license.” Buck was staring to feel slight panic. The woman in front of him was angry, and she was angry at him.

“That wasn’t my fault.” She inched closer to him until Buck was backed against the wall, fear flashing in his eyes. He suddenly remembered the exact feelings he had last time they interacted, not the fake ones he convinced himself he felt, but the raw terror and powerlessness he felt.

“Stop playing around Buck. You were a sex addict. You still are. You brought up being Facebook friends. You had sex with me. Not the other way around. Of course I lost my job because of you. It’s all your fault. Everything is always your fault Buck .”

With each added word, Buck felt himself sinking lower and lower to the ground, attempting to push as far back into the wall as was physically possible.

“Just remember. You caused every bad thing that ever happened to you.” She caressed his face with her hand, her long nails scratching his face as he whimpered beneath her.

“Please don’t.” They words were lacking the power he wished they had, the power that he felt being taken from him as she moved closer and closer to him.

She leaned down to kiss him and he whimpered again, praying to anything and anyone that would hear him to make it stop. Idly, he wondered if the 118 was back yet and if anyone even noticed he was gone if they were.

All he felt was the searing heat of the kiss, a burning that felt more akin to hot coals in his mouth, rather than the firework feeling people usually talked about. He felt violated and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

He should be able to stop it. Why wasn’t he stopping it? Maybe she was right. Maybe he was still a sex addict. Maybe he was Buck 1.0 all over again. Maybe he was never not the reckless kid who lived for sex. Maybe that was all he was.

He lost track of the time that passed as she continued kissing him and running her hands all over him. He felt oddly detached from his body and hardly felt the wet tears on his face anymore or the constant whimpering sound he was making.

He vaguely registered the sound of footsteps approaching as he felt her pulling away. He heard voices overlapping as he continued to stare off at a specific point off in the distance.

“Get away from him.”

“Bobby call Athena, she might be able to help.”

Time must have passed because suddenly there was a person kneeling beside him and Buck flinched away.

“Hey, it’s alright Buck. It’s just me. It’s Eddie. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“...Eddie?” Buck’s voice sounded hoarse and raspy even to his own ears and it made him want to flinch away again.

“Do you think you can get up and walk with me Buck?” He shook his head. “Can I touch you so I can guide you inside?” He hesitantly nodded, mentally bracing himself for Eddie’s touch.

Buck watched, detached, as he was led to the couch, Eddie’s arms firmly on his so he didn’t collapse like he so desperately wanted to. Hen and Chimney came up the stairwell shortly after, updating them on what had happened.

“Bobby just called Athena, she’s on the way.”

“Why did you do that?” Buck asked, speaking the first full, coherent sentence since they had found him in the alleyway.

“I figured she could help with the legal side of things in case you want to press charges.” Bobby said as he climbed up the stairway to the lounge area where Buck was currently latching onto Eddie for dear life.

When Athena arrived, she helpfully laid it all out for him, without getting too caught up in emotion. “Unfortunately, because it was just non consensual kissing and touching, we cannot take her to court. However, what we can do is file a restraining order that will keep her from getting near you.”

Buck nodded, “Yeah… yeah that sounds good. I want to do that.” They got to work on the paper work while Bobby was cooking dinner and the rest of the 118 was lounging around, providing comfort to Buck in the fact that they were there and they weren’t leaving him this time.

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Whumptober 2022 - Prompt No. 1

Prompt No 1: A Little Out Of The Ordinary

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | “This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen.”

Summary: Loki gets shot during an Avengers mission.

Content Warnings: Blood (not detailed), Genocide (mentioned), Gun Shot Wound (not detailed), Medical Injection (brief, not detailed), Negative Self Talk (semi-detailed), Racism (mentioned), Swearing (minor)

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Also posted on ao3 here.

“Brother! Watch out!” Thor yelled. Loki turned to look at him but before he could he was hit in the abdomen with a bullet. He collapsed, and Thor rushed over. “Banner! My brother has been shot!”

“Shit. Bring him to the quinjet as fast as you can.” Bruce rushed around the quinjet, trying to find the medical supplies. He managed to find a couple of gauze pads and some standard level painkillers.

“Wait did you say Rock of Ages has been shot?” Tony cursed. “Alright we’ll be back to the quinjet in 10.”

They rushed quickly back to the tower in the quinjet, Bruce holding pressure on the wound in Loki’s abdomen.

“Quick! Someone get the asgardian medicine. He’s crashing!” Bruce yelled, his skin tinged green on the edges.

Doctors rushed into the room where they had brought Loki, trying to get everything they needed, all while the rest of the team was waiting anxiously outside. Loki seized on the table, prompting Bruce to inject him with the medicine the other doctors finally retrieved.

Loki stopped seizing at the same time that a dark blue color started to cover his body. Markings slowly appeared on his skin and it grew colder, causing Bruce to step back and call in Thor.

“Thor? Do you know what’s happening?”

“Oh norns.” Thor shook his head. “This is my brother’s original form. He is most ashamed of it.” Loki started stirring behind them, making Thor and Bruce snap back to where Loki was laying.

“How are you feeling Loki?” Bruce asked as he checked his vitals.

“Like I shot by a bunch of HYDRA soldiers.” He deadpanned, blinking his eyes open.

“That would be expected.” Bruce hesitated before continuing. “Listen Loki, you were seizing so we had to give you some medication because you lost so much blood. Unfortunately, the medicine was something we had synthesized for Thor so it had some, unusual side effects on you.”

“What do you mean?” Loki attempted to sit up, growling when he realized he was too weak.

“It may have accidentally reverted you back to your frost giant form but I swear it wasn’t supposed to do that.” Loki looked down at where his arms were resting, his breath picking up when he realized he was in fact in his frost giant form.

“I’m a monster.” He whispered, breath shaky. He was in full blown panic by the time Bruce opened his mouth to speak.

“Thor I think it would be more beneficial if you waited outside. I’ll talk to Loki.” Bruce slowly walked over to where Loki was laying, shaking and staring up at the ceiling. “Can I touch you?”

Loki shook his head. “You’ll get hurt if you do. I told you. I’m a monster.”

“Okay I won’t touch you. But you aren’t a monster Loki.”

“Just look at me! I’m hideous. My eyes are blood red and my skin looks terrifying.” Loki sobbed out, attempting to sit up once more.

“Loki, you’re talking to someone who turns into a giant green being on the regular.” Bruce pointed out. “If they don’t hate me, then they won’t hate you.”

Loki shook his head. “Thor will. He hates frost giants. Wanted them all dead. Thought they were monsters. They are monsters.”

Bruce froze, mouth gaping as he took in this information. “I’m going to be right back okay Loki?” Loki nodded his head, but didn’t say anything else. Bruce stepped outside and took a second to regain his composure.

“Banner! How is he? Can I see him?” Thor popped up out of the seat he was currently residing in once he saw that Bruce had exited the room.

“I don’t know if that's a good idea Thor. His mental stability is really low right now and quite frankly I think you would just make it worse.”

“What do you mean Banner?”

“Well…” Bruce paused, trying to figure out how to tell Thor his baby brother probably wouldn’t want to see him because of the mass genocide Thor wanted to commit against frost giants. “He’s afraid you think he’s a monster.”

With that, Bruce turned around and heading back into the room where Loki was. “I told your brother you probably wouldn’t want to see him right now, I hope thats okay.”

Loki simply nodded and said a soft “thank you” before turning away from Bruce.

Loki ended up staying in the medical room for the next few days until he finally had enough energy to move around. Then he moved back to his room in the Avengers tower and hid in there. He made sure to avoid Thor and the other Avengers, only allowing Bruce in his room.

“You should talk to your brother Loki.” Bruce mentioned one day when they were eating lo mien from the Chinese restaurant across the street.

“I don’t want to. Not like this.”

“He cares about you, and he’s doesn’t have the same views he did as a child.” Loki sighed, putting the chopsticks into the container and setting it down on the table.

“Will it get you to stop pestering me?”

“Yes.”

“Fine. Jarvis, can you call Thor for me?”

“Of course Reindeer Games.” Loki swore under his breath.

“Norns. I forgot Tony’s penchant for ridiculous nicknames.” Loki sat back with a sigh, picking his noodles back up. If he was going to have to talk to his brother he was going to at least have his noodles with him.

Thor burst into the room, a large grin on his face. “Brother! I was beginning to think you hated me.”

“If you keep yelling I might.” Loki continued to eat his noodles, making it a point to stare anywhere but Thor.

“Banner told me you thought I would hate you for this?” Loki could only nod as he tried to keep the gradual tears from spilling out. “I do not hate you brother. I could never hate you. It was wrong of me in our youth to hate frost giants so. I have learned much in my time with the Avengers.”

It was then than Loki lost his war with his mental stability, tears finally flowing down his face. “Can I hug you brother?” Loki nodded, and Thor quickly enveloped him. The blue in Loki’s skin started slowly receding and the red in his eyes faded.

Loki looked to where Bruce was still sitting, the shock on Loki’s face clear. Bruce gave an encouraging nod and Loki clutched on to Thor even tighter. “I love you brother. Blue skin or not.”

“You really mean that?”

“I do.”

“Thank you.” Loki breathed out, still clutching tightly to Thor.