#incorrect strangefrost

[sourpatchgrapes]

A/n: PUT THE FEMBOY DOWN.

Strange holding Loki bride style: THIS IS FOR THE FATE OF MAGIC ITSELF!

A/n: PUT THE FEMBOY DOWN.

Strange ready to use Loki as a weapon via chugging him at Dormammu: THIS IS FOR THE FATE OF MAGIC ITSELF.

[hereliesvsobsessions]

Loki : Strange, what does IDK , ILY and TTYL mean?

Dr.Strange without looking up from the book : I don't know, I love you, talk to you later

Loki : Okay,I love you too. I'll ask Wong.

Dr.Strange : Wait- Loki, no-

[hayanwulf]

Strangefrost in omegaverse, if u do those

OR

Stephen standing upto to Loki after the Battle of Earth where they defeat Thanos by combining their magic together (bonus they are soulmates)

Pleaseeeeee?

A hand resting under his chin, Stephen stared up straight ahead from his seat at the Avengers meeting table.

From the other side, Loki stared right back at him, a hand casually juggling with a knife, catching its hilt every time with impeccable precision.

The very first time Stephen had been in his close proximity — when helping Thor find Odin — it had been for less than a second. So, one could say that the scent Stephen had caught, of something distinctly magic with an undertone of something woody & smoky that was very characteristic of an Alpha, might have been incorrect.

But the second time Stephen had been near him — on Titan, when their ship had crash-landed and they’d been very graciously greeted by the Guardians and Loki — there was no doubt about the scent that he had picked up from the god. A sharp incense of enchanted emerald, with an undertone of dry cedarwood. An undoubtedly Alpha scent.

Now, however, sitting across from the trickster, Stephen caught a very different scent.

Gone were the sharp edges and dry undertones. Loki still smelled like enchanted emeralds, but there was something very earthy about it. Fresh, perhaps, was a better descriptor. And wrapped under that crisp magical note was a light, playfully sweet note of something Maple.

Very Omega.

Stephen was.. trying to understand what was the trickster’s play here.

As far as he knew, Asgardians did not have secondary genders like human did. Thor was proof of that, sitting right next to his brother with no scent. And Stephen couldn’t understand, for the life of him, what Loki could gain out of faking scents.

Surely it wasn’t some attempt to ‘blend in with humans’. Was he just messing with Stephen? Playing mind games? Stephen’s gaze involuntarily flickered to Tony — the only person he was familiar with in this room — wanting to know if the other man was also as affected by this supposed mind game as Stephen was.

He found the genius dozing off to whatever Rogers was lecturing them all.

(How had no one else noticed that?)

Stephen returned his gaze back to Loki, who had never stopped his nonchalant knife juggling, nor had his eyes strayed away from Stephen.

(Honestly, if anyone ought to take notice of anything in this room, it should be that knife juggling, looking ready to be hurled right into anyone’s eyeballs. Tony’s innocent act paled in comparison to that.)

He huffed to himself and shook his head, turning instead to Rogers.

It’s just a mind game, don’t let him get to you.

When the meeting was over, most Avengers were quick to leave. Lang and Hope chatted about their lunch date as they moved out. Colonel Rhodes nudged Tony who woke up with a start. Barnes tried to trip Wilson as the latter walked.

When many had already left, Stephen got up as well, moving towards the exit.

His steps halted when he caught the fresh scent of enchanted emerald getting closer, stronger.

Loki walked past him and leaned against the door frame with hands crossed over his chest, boldly blocking his path.

“See something interesting?” Loki asked, tone saccharine, an eyebrow arched. Suddenly the Asgardian’s scent was too close and too strong, swarming his senses.

And, Stephen had to admit, it was enchanting. He had never quite inhaled magic in such a succulent, tangible form before. It was enticing, it struck his senses in just the right way. It made him feel a little lightheaded, practically beckoning his Alpha instincts. He had an urge to close the distance separating them, to dip his nose at the omega’s neck and inhale a lungful of—

He stopped that train of thought.

Mentally gathering his composure, he looked the trickster straight in the eyes with the most deadpan expression, and hummed noncommittally. “If only the scent was up to par with the sight.”

That earned him the reaction he’d expected, and he watched in triumph as Loki’s lip curled downward just a little.

What followed next, however, was not something he had expected.

In two quick steps, Loki stepped into Stephen’s personal space. In the same beat his scent changed; the sweet and fresh notes were replaced by sharp, dry ones. The sudden change threw Stephen off and he took a step back, trying to reorient his mind.

Loki stepped forward, not letting him get away.

Their faces were inches apart as Stephen stared up at those rich green eyes.

“How do you like this scent?” The Asgardian hissed with a shark’s smile.

It was obvious why Loki had done that: to piss Stephen off. Most Alphas weren’t exactly delighted about having to scent too much of another Alpha. Even less so at such close proximity.

He had never been this close to Loki before, Stephen noted. So now, as he inhaled Loki’s Alpha scent with more clarity than ever, noting the intricacies and layers in it, the strong notes and distinct undertones woven together in a delicate tapestry that reminded Stephen very much of a spell that was easy to perform yet ornate in its complexities, he found that..

He found that it, too, smelled enchanting.

The realization left Stephen dumbstruck as he continued to stare into the other Alpha’s eyes.

“Okay,” Spoke a familiar voice behind Stephen, making him startle. He turned around to find Tony watching them with poorly concealed amusement, while Colonel Rhodes stood to his left, a hand resting at his chin and both eyebrows touching the sky as he observed the scene.

“Not that I don’t enjoy watching you two lovingly gaze into each other’s eyes,” Tony said with an emphatic finger pointed between them, “but I’ve gotta show my face in two more meetings and you’re sort of blocking our only way out.”

“Apologies,” Stephen barely managed to splutter, face growing warm with embarrassment as he stepped aside. Loki silently did the same.

“Don’t let me ruin your tête-à-tête!” Tony marched forward, waving a hand at Stephen as he did so, the Colonel following after.

Stephen turned to Loki, who was still glaring at him, razor-sharp eyes ready to slice him open, concealed only by a thin velvety fabric of sophistication.

In a way, the Asgardian reminded Stephen of himself.

He did recognize Loki as a worthy adversary in magic. He’d witnessed what the god was capable of, back in Titan. Loki was certainly easy on the eyes too. And as if those weren’t already some massive plus points,

His scents are amazing too...

“Goodbye, Loki,” Stephen muttered as he raised a hand, summoning a portal above his head. Before Loki had the chance to respond, he swiped his hand down, letting the portal vertically sweep over his body and deposited himself at the porch of the Sanctum.

He sighed as he climbed the stairs of his home, eyes closed in thought.

...but it’s not truly his scent.

Asgardians, after all, did not have secondary gender.

[incorrect-frostironstrange]

Stephen: *exists*

Tony: I can fix him

Loki: I can make him worse

[sxzxgxa]

Someone: sir, is that man bothering you?

Stephen looking at Loki: yes, absolutely, but he's my husband. I signed up for this

[pochilovesloki]

Stephen, entering the room: Why are you covered in Christmas lights?

Loki: I’m the new centre of attention, if that’s what you mean.

Stephen: Are... are you our new Christmas tree?

Loki, standing rock still: I expect to be surrounded by presents and showered with compliments on how nice and pretty I am.

Stephen: But honey, you’re missing the star.

Loki: I AM THE STAR!

[hoaryhoggoths]

loki : I’ve been involved in a number of cults, both as a leader and a follower. You have more fun as a follower. But you make more money as a leader.

stephen : and people say i'm the strange one..

[mr-britishgovernment]

In every damn universe

[agentofagony]

Loki: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life

Strange: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Loki: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroyed. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Tony: edible

[alidafirtup]

loki: yo, strange

stephen: what the fuck do you want

loki: i heard you fucking kissed my boyfriend

stephen: okay? what the fuck are you going to do about it

loki: i'm going to take it back

stephen, pointing his lips: it's right here, bitch

loki, leans in to peck stephen's lips: oof!

stephen: do it again, pussy

loki: i fucking will!

[tricksandhoes]

Loki : Here’s an idea;don’t write your feelings down. Shove them into your body and forget about them like I do.

[7soulstars]

My Incorrect Universe #85

*At a Bar*

*Bartender watching Loki, Bucky and Stephen taking turns and using really bad pick up lines on me as I scoff at every one of them*

Bartender *to me*: are these men bothering you?

Me *sighing*: yes, yes they are. But they're my husbands so i pretty much signed up for this.

--later--

Bucky *leaning on the counter ready with the 30th pick up line of the night as the other two lean behind him*: Hey are you an Avenger?Because I think we should assemble. Our place, tomorrow maybe?

Me *placing my gun on the counter without even glancing at them*: 10.......

Loki: Ten pm? Oh darling that's really kin-

Strange: How about all nigh-

Me: 9......

Winterstrangefrost : OH FUCK I'M SORRY-

Me: *cocks gun*

Winterstrangefrost: *Runs through a portal Stephen created while screaming*

[lokis-leah]

Tony: Come on Stephen, let me be the top today..

Stephen: No, I’m going to be the top.

Loki, walks into the room and raises his eyebrows at them.

Loki: I thought it was my turn today.

[incorrect-frostironstrange]

Stephen: We all have our demons

Stephen, holding an angry Loki: This one's mine

[sxzxgxa]

If you don't believe Stephen Sassy Strange doesn't call Loki an alien just to piss them off, YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WRONG.

[pochilovesloki]

Tony: Is it just me or all people find Loki attractive?

Stephen: Well, it looks like you're not alone in this one.