#otp: i heard from the heaven that clouds have been grey

[pollyna]

amnesia au where they both suffering from it and the first thing Mav says after waking up and admiring Ice, still half asleep and bandages all over his body, is "I don't know your name or mine but we should find out so you can take it and make it yours" smooth as hell and giving Goose the high five, even if doesn't remember how ths fuck Goose is.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (03x15)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 15: Not All Rainbows

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: did someone just go and tell the otp about the otp?

Word Count: you know that feeling when you have had a bad experience on some project or assignment or homework before. And you know that thing is going to come around again next month or something like that. And you just age yourself by giving yourself anxiety by thinking everything that could go worse in that area. Yeah. So, I kinda shut that off for a few hours and wrote this.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

An ice pack sits partially on the sofa’s arm and partially on the head that is being knocked softly- but repeatedly- by its designated owner. The fist taps that forehead with the vigour of a dedicated hammer that is softly checking the tensile strength of its mettle. The second camera takes the liberty to zoom in on Tony’s face that has the tension the size of the Alps looming over his head. Other spectators sit around, going about their activities with their five senses while the sixth was stuck on Tony. One camera panned on Wanda’s figure standing in the kitchenette, stirring her coffee cautiously, locking eyes with the lens.

Wanda: Only if you could see the monstrous cloud looming over his head. *stretches the corner of her lips* It’s made less of anger and more of worry and embarrassment. *blinks and furrows her brows* And choco-chip ice cream for some reason. *shrugs* Though I'm just glad that nothing was broken or smashed today. *stops midway* *raises her index finger* Although...

Scott: *glows inside out with a big smile stuck on his red face* *swings from side to side in the chair* Huh? What? *shakes head* Nothing. Just *inhales* I'm worried about Tony *continues to smile*

"So-" Steve took the first step and everyone held their breath- "now we know why we weren't able to reach Carol before. She is clearly...kinda...sorta stuck right where Y/N and Loki are? I think the kids are safe now." "Oh? The kids are safe? I must have missed the scene where they returned home with another weird pet," Tony remarked monotonously with his eyes still closed. Peter leaned in towards Scott. "So Loki is one of the 'kids' now." Both the shippers fist-bumped discreetly before looking all serious. The camera swivelled right towards Wanda, who shared a look of bewilderment while pointing at the joy of the shippers who were clearly not reading Tony's wavelength. And Tony was not the only one on the wavelength. There in the corner on the dining table, Clint sat lost in some thought so deep that his resting face was now a resting bitch face while he dipped his arrows in tiny bottles- the purpose of which only he knew- and handled them like his own babies. "You still have to find a way to stab him with these," Natasha was quick to mention as she walked towards her friend and sat opposite him. "Oh, I'll find a way. I was in his head too, remember," Clint pointed out. "He completely underestimates me." "Hmm," she scrunched her nose, "just remove that itch-like thing on your neck before you go after him though." "Where?" He asked as he scratched the side of his neck with the end of his arrow, his furrowed brows suddenly releasing themselves at the dawn of realisation before disappearing from the camera frame to fall down from the seat with a thud. "Told you not to wipe both ends with the same cloth," she muttered while wistfully looking down at an unconscious Hawkeye.

That One Steamy Dungeon™ No one knew how, when or why Lulu was sitting there in Carol's lap like he knew her for ages. No one knew why Carol was stroking him with the back of her fingers while her eyes were stuck on you like two magnetic poles finding that one direction and sticking to it. And you genuinely did not know why you could not stop looking at Carol. All of Carol Danvers. Especially her lips. "What?" Carol finally dismissed the silence with one casual word. "Ag-sa-wuu-you're looking beautiful," was what you came up with. Loki stared at Lulu's camera with one long blink of...slowed surprise. The buzzing camera caught all three of you sitting in the returning silence over dried hay, looking at each other before you scooched down a little to hide the embarrassment visible over your face.

You: *whisper* W-well, she does look pretty despite all the dirt she's lying in. I mean *violently points at Carol in the background* look at her!!! How can someone look sooooo fucking beautiful??? *lick your lips* Except for Loki of course. That dude is on a whole another level.

Carol threw a shirt over Loki's face from her backpack. "Weren't your looks enough this time?" "Wasn't your hairstyle enough this time?" came the retort. You sat there in the middle, your eyes moving between both of them to calculate this new chemistry you were seeing. The camera caught you pulling your legs closer to your chest. "I didn't know you two were so...close to each other."

Javier: *signing* Why? *Furrows his brows* does that make you furious, Y/N? *wiggles his brows up and down in question* Hmm? *zooms in on his face* Hmm? *turns the camera towards the screen from which he and Green are watching the live broadcast*

"Close? I met him on one mission and this punk would have been dead had I not saved his ass back then." Carol smirked through the sentence and you did not realise any time sooner that you were staring at her, your mouth almost at the edge of drooling. "You blew my cover," Loki stressed while putting on the grey free size shirt. "And then she had the audacity to make me pay for her bar bill on the next stop," he gasped while looking at you. Javier took the opportunity to make his drone zoom at your iris, catching your pupils dilate in 4K as soon as Loki started narrating the story to you while you nodded in enthusiasm. "You do realise your ex-girlfriend wants to cut off your new girlfriend's head right this moment, right?" Carol was generous to point out while getting up and wiping off all the dirt and hay. "I'm not his girlfriend." "She's not my ex-" Both of you had the synchronisation of an orchestra. Carol took this opportunity to let her eyes pass the judgment- which played from one face to another and back for sheer entertainment.

Carol: *shrugs* *runs her hand through her pixie cut hair* Priorities, I guess. *nods*

"Anyways," Loki tried to cut this weird air surrounding the three of them that apparently Lulu was the only one enjoying, rubbing himself all around Carol's leg, "do you have a plan to get out of here?" "Of course," Carol simply jerked her shoulders, "punch my way through." You blinked at the camera.

You: Is that why they are called Captain? It has to be, right?

You shook your head and looked around in the ground, leaving Loki to do the bickering on your part as well. "Well, Miss one-punch woman, this time you are not the only one that needs to escape." You found a stick in the corner. It seemed to be made of the same ashen wood that Aellae sat on in her throne room. "We have tiny mortals to save too." Carol chuckled. You raised the stick your eye level, feeling the weight in your hands when suddenly your eyes grow wide and your mouth turns into a horror-filled 'O' "What? Where is the comedy?" A violent grunt came from your lungs, turning both Carol and Loki into attack and defence mode in your direction. Lulu's camera caught you taking the stick out of the orc's stomach. The dull creature blankly looked at the blood turning into sparks flying against the gravity before slowly consuming the whole creature, taking him with them. The next twenty seconds were a pause on every breath. You finally turned around, the stick still in your hand. "Did I kill him?" you asked in a whisper. Loki and Carol shared a glance. "It was just a bruise" Loki shoved your concern away with his hands. "He's in heaven now," Carol sang. "He was a bad guy, right?" "Yes," both of them nearly shouted. "It's good that he disappeared. You helped the universe get rid of a bad guy," Loki clapped his hands before give you an awkward thumbs up. You blinked at both of them. The smile eroding on your lips slowly turned the duo uncomfortable. "Good." Was all you said for your stature completely transformed. "Because that felt..."  you did not finish the sentence, clearly concerning your company. Well, Lulu seemed to like whatever vibes you were giving off. “Y/N,” Loki pretty much sang your name cautiously, slowly lifting his hands in the air to have a word with you to process whatever you were feeling. But you were already running outside with the most suspicious giggle the room had ever heard. Carol even shivered a bit to shake it off of her.

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run

The one buzzing drone in the hallway caught the slow-motion emotion of you walking into the hallway with the ash stick in your hand like a gun- locked and loaded- with something fierce burning in your eyes. Behind you Loki was trying to catch up with the adrenaline rush you were feeling, calling out your name to stop you. Carol was close behind, cheering you on as much as she could.

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga

The orcs didn’t even seek you out. One of the reasons was the fact that you were running towards them first, swinging your arms with as much force as your body allowed, screaming your lungs out and jumping with fueled excitement whenever they went up in flames. Loki had to take a moment out of those crucial seconds to look at you. To look at that animalistic look in your eyes. Pausing for a millisecond to consciously question whether to admire it or fear it, he almost smiled. He might have stood there for a few seconds more had he not felt the blue plasmic force run by his side to destroy the one orc aiming for you from your blindside.

It started with the hayloft a-creakin' Well, it just started in the hay (loft) With his longjohns on, pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay Young lovers and they are not sleeping Young lovers in the hay (loft) With his gun turned on, pop went a-creeping Out to the barn, up to the hay (loft)

"Seriously?!" He shouted at the glowing Captain who flew past him. "Catch up. Catch up!" she teased him while leaving a trail of bodies in her way. "ANARCHYYYYYY!!!!!!!" You howled as you ran, following your new crush. Loki sighed, his head trying to hang as low as possible as he looked at the sleek shackles around his wrists. Breathing in a lungful, he grabbed the nearest iron rail from the window looking out at the barren mountains and bent it till it broke in his flexing hand. "Is this why I am still alive?" He whispered to himself while continuing to walk in the direction you just dashed in.

My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun You better run My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun My daddy's got a gun Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga Ga-ga-ga-ga-ga

Throne Room Aellae sat on the ash throne frozen in thought when one of her underlings interrupted her daydreaming with its presence. "What?" She did not disguise her displeasure. There has been a mishap on the laboratory floor, my lady." Her body automatically shifted on her seat. "Four guards are dead. The source is unknown." "Is it the woman?" "No, my lady. I just checked up on her after locking Master Loki up." "Then who is it?" "We are yet to find out. My lady." "Then why are you wasting my time by standing here and doing nothing about it?" The skinny elf-like underling bowed down to her and scurried in the opposite direction. It had reached the entrance of the throne room when a weak scream left its lungs and it stepped back- falling down in the process- to make way for the uninvited guest. The poise on Aellae's face took a turn as she looked at the person casually sauntering in her direction, never realising when she got up. "Oh, don't stand on my account," White mentioned breezily with a smirk, coming to a halt right in the middle of the room. "Zune." She called out the name like spitting a curse. "It's been a while, my least favourite Witch of the West Galactica." Zune smiled his precious smile, standing bright in stark contrast to his dull surroundings. "Last time we met, you were grovelling on the floor, begging for mercy in front of the Silver Court, asking them not to punish you for the endless crimes you committed in the last century." The composure was evidently crumbling away in little pieces. Aellae's stone-like glare was slowly turning into fast blinks. Her usually unruffled breaths were now a mocked laugh. "And the court decided to send you to arrest me? Where is the rest of the coven?" She pretended to guess before snapping her pale fingers. "Oh, right. I burned them all. Poor boys. J'uke, Fae and Mi'in were still so young." Zune huffed and smiled. "Hmm. They were really young when they fought you, weren't they? And to answer your question, no. The court did not send me here." Now this made Aellae burst into laughter. "So, you are here for revenge? For your mates?" Licking his teeth, he bit his lip and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, all the playfulness in his feature draining out with every passing second. "I am just here to clean up the mess that you made. But they are the ones who are here for revenge." Taking a step back, Zune gave Aellae a few seconds to realise that they are not the only ones in this room. And just when it dawns upon her, she sees the rest of the 'coven' come out of the shadows, surrounding her from every probable escape route this place could have. "Fae," she whispered with a deep-rooted horror in her throat, backing up into her throne when she looked at the familiar red figure walking towards her. "When you were setting us up on fire-" Fae carried no empathy in his eyes as he moved closer with every step- "you forgot that you cannot make Gods made up of ancient stars disappear when you please." Every cell in Fae's body vibrated with a demonic aura that made the witch go down on her knees. Her breaths shook and her eyes watered. The claustrophobia resulting from just his presence made it hard for her to breathe. "No," she shook her head, trying her best to mask her fear. "No. This cannot be. I destroyed you. I destroyed the senate. I destroyed everything that stood in my path. I cannot fail this time. This world needs to kneel before my power. That God needs to kneel before me. NO!!" The six looked at their leader to begin the ceremony. "Aellae of the covens abandoned, child of the dark refugees, you are hereby sent to the endless pits of the universe for your crimes against the creatures of the universe." The screams of the witch echoed throughout the castle till every last ounce of life in her voice could be heard fading away by the other group at the far end of the other wing. By the time Carol arrived, all that was left were the seven boys and a pile of ash resting by the throne. “That was fast,” she did not refrain from mentioning, “I thought it would take more than that to get her to give up.” Zune shrugged. “Well, it was easy because we had you and your friends this time. She did not have much to distract us with, unlike the last time she was in prison.” Carol smiled a kind smile at them. “I hope they didn’t give you any trouble?” Fae stretched the corner of his lips. “When you first called us to go around the universe to look for a human, we were a little sceptical. But we were glad to have met her.” “Especially Zune,” Mi’in quipped, earning a yank by the ear from the leader. “Thank you for protecting her.” “No biggie. We would have protected her even if you didn’t tell us to.” Carol furrowed her brows at the statement. “Because Loki had already asked us for that favour,” Zune mentioned, clearing any doubts, “and we owed him from way back.” Feeling the ‘ah’ of a satisfactory conclusion coming on her face, she stopped midway to hear your scream turn louder the second you got closer till you turned the corner to enter the hall with your stick, forcing yourself to stop your lungs from going any further than that. “Oh,” you straightened your stance, giving up on the attack position as soon as you realised there was no more threat, “looks like you guys already cleaned the place.” “You almost sound disappointed,” J’uke stressed, judging by your disapproval of the lack of bad guys. Loki stepped in next, clearly having taken care of whatever tried to attack them from the back. "She hurt my friend. I at least wanted to watch her burn," you simply shrugged. Fae patted your head softly. "Don't worry. You'll get your chance." He smiled the most ridiculously comforting smile. "How?" You whined, "you guys already finished her." All the seven boys, Loki and Carol shared a look with each other while you stomped her foot in the ground while staring daggers at the pile of ashes.  "Yeah-" Zune blurted out, scratching an itch in the back of his neck- "we definitely, for sure, totally killed her. Like-" he pretended to chop the air with his hand- "so smooth." Everyone nodded in agreement. Our elder boys of the group supported their leader while Carol gave them soft applause. Loki gave them a thumb's up.

You: *turning away from the scene in the background where everyone now sits outside the castle having a chat with each other* Aww *smile widely* it feels so good to watch them get along like that!! *start staring in the distance* *smile still stuck on your face* I wish my family could get along this well too. You know. *tilt your head* If all of them got along with Loki, I feel like half of the world's problems would vanish just like that. *watch Javier sign something to you* What? Merch store? *reads some more* Manga?? *looks closely at Javier as he continues to sign* Fanfi-what does any of it have to do with Loki? *camera pans in on your confused innocent face*

"Here's my little monster!" Carol talked in a tone that one used on babies while stroking a very excited Lulu. "Who's a scary boy! Who's a scary boy!!! You are!!! Yes!! You are!!!" You chuckled, watching Lulu enjoy the love and attention from the Captain, bumping his head with hers, wiggling in her lap before settling down in her arms, his adrenaline going down. "Who's that?" Carol asked him, pointing at you. Lulu chirped. "And who's mamma's boy?" Lulu chirped again. "Aaaand who's gonna protect mamma from bad guys?" Lulu growled. And then he chirped again, hiding his faceless husk hairy face in his paws. "Oh my God, he growls!!!!" you gasped. "Oh, he is got a lot more to show you, mamma! Give him time." You sat down next to Carol and stroked a yawning Lulu, who was now making biscuits in her arms. "This one's helped me a lot through this weird, fatal, dreamy galactic trip," you mentioned wistfully. The camera- as well as Carol- noticed how your brows furrowed slightly before your teeth bit down on your lower lip and you turned your gaze up to search for something in the rocky terrain before finally resting on Loki. Carol watched this subtle shift, patiently spectating how Loki too was stealing glances your way while having some serious looking chat with the boys.

The boys and Loki: *standing in the grey terrain like a bunch of Gods modelling for luxury hair products* Loki: It's spelt Z-U-K-O Zune: You named a dog after the fire God? Loki: Wha-no. It was all her *points at you*. Apparently, Coco was a bit too mushy for her. Something about 'Zuko reminding her of a guy who was in his redemption arc right now'. Whatever that means. Zune: *looked at the camera panning in on his face*

"So, you wanna go back now?" Carol asked you, her hands still busy stroking a purring Lulu. You inhaled to answer but felt yourself turning to look at Loki. Carol noticed it too. "Of course. H-how, long will it take?" you scratched your forehead. "We were actually pretty close to getting Loki free of his...cuffs. And I'm sure two powerful beings is always better than one." Carol chuckled and nodded. "Tell you what-" she took your hand in hers, something that you were not expecting- "I will go and take care of a couple of things for our return journey. Till then-" she stroked your hand- "you find out for yourself. Whatever it is that you're looking for." That gentle tone and those cryptically simple words changed some spectrum of the emotions on your face. You stared at her for a long while with your mouth agape. "What are you talking about?" Your breath asked in exasperation. "Cuffs, I guess?" she proposed softly with a knowing smirk. You forced out a laugh. "I have no idea what you're talking about," You chuckled and found yourself looking back at Loki again.

The boys- well, at a few of them- tried to calm down the God who seemed to be picking up a rock from the ground. "Okay now-" Gin, our green jellybean, raised his hands- "let's all calm down and talk about this." "Yeah, yeah. How about we all go to the nearest oasis and have a cup of starry vodka and discuss how we are all alive. Right, Mi'in?" Me'isri, sweet yellow candy boy suggested casually. "Right," Loki nearly sang. His every step towards the boys made them retreat two. "We should be happy that the witch is gone for now. What could we possibly have had to do with her anyway? Hm? What's that? Oh! She was the one who stole my essence you say?" "Look," Ho, the sky blue cheery lad was suddenly not feeling so cheery at all, "we did not know-" "You numbnuts were the one who told me that!" Loki was practically hissing through his teeth right now, his steps breaking into a jog that was letting out some potential screams waiting in some lungs. Lulu was having a gala time just jumping in whichever direction the boys ran into as Loki chased them.

[pollyna]

Sometimes Ice texts Mav I'm proud of you. He doesn't always has a specific reason to do it but the entire Navy seems to have the goal of kicking Pete know and Tom can't let it happen. So he writes and calls and kisses him a little harder when he knows things didn't go how they should.

[pollyna]

Tom starts whispering I love you's to Pete every morning they woke up together. He still doesn't have the courage to say it out loud, but he paints it on his boyfriend skin when they're still in bed. And every morning he promises he's going to be brave enough to say it out loud.

(Mav beats him on the clock an afternoon before Ice has to leave for an evening hop. Have a good fly, kick their asses, I love you.

The morning after Tom says it out loud.)

[pollyna]

It's the little things, in the end or maybe at the beginning, that make him realise this. Sometimes later, or sometimes after, Mav will start envying Carole because most of the little and big things that were Goose were Bradley too, but Mav doesn't have that kind of luxury. What he does have is a kid he raised who's trying to fix things, a hangar with too many planes and motorcycles he wouldn't fix in a lifetime, a bed he can't sleep in, and an empty house so alive and full of life that makes Mav forget that Ice isn't going to be in the kitchen fixing dinner or a voicemail away because "someone did something dumber than your usual, Mav." It's the little things, and Mav would have preferred them to be big and bulky so he wouldn't stumble on them when he least expected it.

[pollyna]

"But language always falls short of the body when it comes to the intensity of corporeal experience."

-The Chronology of Water, Lidia Yuknavitch.

[pollyna]

They are all frozen inside of a picture that has yellow corners but all his colours intact, like the day it was taken, because it's that kind of picture that you share and cherish like the most important of your treasures. It's the five of them: Carole sitting in the middle of Ron and Nick, the three of them showing off their rings, and Nick's arm around Tom's shoulder, who was giving no attention and was more interested in kissing Pete than looking at the camera.

"It's a good picture." Bradley finds himself speaking to an empty room.

"Yeah, it's a good picture." Ron, uncle Slider, Admiral Kerner, answer, strolling into the room like he owned it. "It would be even better if I wasn't the last of them." he says with a small, humourless smile. Empty as Bradley's house is and Mav's hangar always will be.

"We should talk." Bradley says, sitting down, he's not sure if his legs could still stand what's coming.

"Yeah." Ron says before looking at the photo between Bradley's hands. "Yeah, we should. It's time."

[pollyna]

When it comes down to Maverick or anybody else, Tom bends his morality at his own will because some lines aren't meant to be crossed but he does cross them. Over and over again if necessary. He promised his fidelity to the Navy and the United States of America but he sweared it to Maverick too. And he gave the other man his heart in the process. So really, the first two never stood a chance against the pilot.

[pollyna]

But I was late for this,

late for that,

late for the love of my life

And when I die alone, when I die alone, die I'll be on time, ah, yeah.

Cleopatra, The Lumineers.

[pollyna]

icemav and slooserole double date would have this vibe: Mav who doesn't understand why Slider is around too, you like being a third wheel that much uhuh Sli?, and always him almost choking on his beer when Nick and Carole kiss Ron. Ice would be cool as a cucumber, asking Carole about her work and sharing stories about her husband and boyfriend making everybody laugh and kissing Mav silly because he still pretty confused about what is happening. But the second double date goes better, even if Mav and Slider are still giving eachother the side eyes because both of them wants to give the other the shovel talk about their intention. It's hilarious, Iceman, Carole and Goose love them crazy and that's their best time.

[pollyna]

Hey @pollyna it’s me again. I was just curious if you have any more hcs for that wing au for icemav. (I’ve been rereading a lot of the stuff you write and post on your blog, it’s amazing and plz never stop)

Hey! Hi, sorry if I'm a little late answering but it's been a crazy as weekend election day and 24h of work and this fucking country has to make all fucking impossibile and nobody never learns nothing becausd history doesn't teach shit and i have't sleep enough yet but I picked your question before the all mess and I had a little time to think about it! They're pretty random and very not linear bc my brain is still a little scrambled 🥲

During his 14th and 15th birthday Tom spent the whole year with his granma because his dad was away and it's one of his happiest memory of his teen hood. It meant going around the house with his wings free and sleeping on soft blankets that smelled like home and not the Navy generic detergent. He used to help his granma baking bread every Friday and even if he wasn't allow to participate to the dinner, it's not a dinner dad it-// I don't give a fuck Thomas, because Friday meant his dad was back to take him "home" for the weekend. It meant wings around his chest and yes sir and no sir once a day;

During the last stretch of winter spent with his granma she made him a pillow with all the feathers he lost during the grooming. Tom, then Ice, takes it with him everywhere and it's the only true possession he never, ever, leave behind not even during deployment;

When Carole starts to call Bradley Nick, during her last few months of life, Mav is out for a three days tour and some fucking secret mission and Tom doesn't know what to do. It's then, between an icecream that taste like nothing in particular and an homemade meal that he shows the kid his wings. It's of a little comfort but for a night, at least, they talk and think about something else and Bradley goes to sleep smiling;

Tom almost shows them to Bill, six months in their relationship, but the tought is born and dead in less than a day because that same night, in front of a beer and the entire squadron, Bill introduces them to his fiancé;

After Goose's death Ice takes Ron up in the sky for hours, until his shoulder aren't sore and they both stopped crying;

Mav likes to sleep cocooned between Ice's chest and his wings and he kisses the center of his back every day before work;

Mav names some of the feathers and every time they groom his wings it's a green tragedy of wHY GUENDALINE HAD TO DIE, NO MARINE NOT YOU TO! SAVE YOURSELF ALFRED YOU STILL HAVE TIME!!!!!! And fuck if it makes Ice cry for how much he laughs, every single time. Ever after thirty six years of repeating their little ritual;

Tom's feathers are white but Mav insistes the sun makes them golden and the moon silver. Honestly Mav could say his wings are green and he would still have a dumb smiles on his face or at least that what Slider says (and boy if he's right);

Mav calls him angel-boy sometimes, Tom finds it more ironic than sweet and one night he explains that Bill used to call him is little freaky angels because he never fucked him without his shirt on. Mav swears he's going to punch that sonofbitch the next time he sees him (and he does. In a bar, during short leave, Tom isn't even around but he does it the same);

Ice stop flying jets when he accept his third promotion at admiral but never stops flying with his wings, after he learned how. Age makes him graceful in a way he wouldn't have imagine;

They say, their superiors and their fellow aviators, that Maverick is the dangerous one and Iceman should loose him before he kills Tom's carrier. What they don't know is that with his feet on the ground and phone at reach Thomas Kazansky is the scariest motherfucker ever existed. And it goes even worst when his wings are out and that doesn't happen much;

Cancer doesn't touch him but for months he can't fly and they don't know why. It's scares them to death and doesn't come. Tom lives, Pete flies and screams in the night or behind is cockpit and Bradley runs;

But he comes back, two months later and so many apologies the doesn't stop talking for days. He's eighteen and the Navy accepted him at Annapolis and he's scared shit because he can't loose Ice just like he did with his mom. They take Bradley back to the therapist and they stay because they all need to talk about their individual stuff;

They get married in the spring of '91 and Mav takes them, for their honeymoon, on a small island in the middle of the Indian Ocean and Ice flys with his wings and Mav on a plane and it's the best honeymoon ever. Ice comes back with the tan of a lifetime and they are both grateful they have another week of vacation before going back to work because they can't take their hands of each other;

Slider and Iceman's jet gets shoot down over the north of Russia during '95 and it's a miracle his captures don't discover his wings. Most of it is because Ron puts himself between them and him. Nothing happens to them but after three months of having his wings strap around his chest and the paramedics want to touch them and he screams until Maverick isn't in front of him with the only doctor he trust and knows, it's a slow recovery;

'02 is the year they think they're done and it's the point of not return for them. Mav is at the hospital again because he doesn't care for his safety enough to get home alive and Ice is working a triple shift because they're short on instructors at top gun and Bradley is picking fights with every single classmate who can fight him back. Mav comes back to an empty home and a letter from Ice that says he's at Slider and he's going to be back in a couple of days. Then it's a week than two and they're in a screaming match everytime they see eachother until they don't talk at all because Mav is back in deployment and Ice doesn't know what to do. (They solve it all because when Mav comes back Tom is grooming his wings sitting on the floor of their bedroom. Mav sits down in front of him when Hi Tom, before caressing his wings. Hey Pete he smiles, small and sad breaking his and Mav's heart. It's an uncomfortable night for most part because talking is difficult but when mornings comes Tom is kissing Pete good morning and Pete's arms are around his waist);

They marry again in 2011, the moment the DADT is repealed. It's less fancy than the first one and it's only the two of them and a random clerk as their testimony. They spend a week in Arizona and Ice takes him up in the sky and they see the Gran Canyon like that. Mav takes the most spectacular photos of the world.

Hope you like them ☺️

[pollyna]

Nobody really ever let Mav drive because, even after 20 and plus years of having his drive licence, he's still shit. Not like I just started to drive shit, but I get bored after the first five minutes. Why does this thing go so slowly? kinda of shit. But the day has been long, and Mav is the least tired of the four, with Amelia and Penny sleeping in the backseats and Rooster barely keeping his eyes open. A day by the sea always has this effect on you, eh kid? He asks, ruffling his hair, and receives an uhuh as an answer. C'mon twenty minutes tops, and we'll be home, he murmurs a little to himself and a little to everybody else.

Twenty minutes later, Mav parks in front of his home, and he already has a foot on the concrete when a hand stops him. Mav? Where are we? Penny asks, and Pete smiles, she has to be still sleeping if she doesn't realise they are home. Home! he answers, already thinking about if he should take Amelia or let Bradley do the job because his back kinda hurts now an-

Dad Bradley calls his attention back to him Dad, we aren't there yet. This isn't Penny's home. He continues, his voice soft and his eyes a little wet.

I- he tries to say something, but the house in front of him speaks louder than any words. Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Just tired. We will be there in a minute, Pen'.

No problem, Pete, it happens sometimes she answers, a soft smile on her face and Bradley's hands still around his arm.

He smiles at her and at Bradley, starting the car again, trying his hardest not to look in the rearview mirror while the place he still calls home gets farther and farther away.

(Thirty-two, blonde hair tips, and I think this is the last one, Mav he said. Now I can officially say, welcome home, love he added, picking him up in the middle of an empty living room with just a couch and a coffee table to occupy the space. Welcome home, my dear, he rebuffed, laughing and spinning around, kissing the man he was soon to marry.) 

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There isn't a moment, after hop 31, after all the over analysis alone, in the dark and to many bottles of beer where he think it was Iceman's fault. Not once. He doesn't think maybe if he had shoot or maybe if would have been less textbook Goose would be still here. It's Charlie that proposes the idea, over the third debriefing of the incident and happently isn't something new to Jester, Viper or Iceman himself. Charlie says that if Kazansky was even just a second faster the tragedy could have been avoided. She says that the competition and wanting to be the best is what he killed Goose and she is going to write that down on her report. She says Lieutente Mitchell made a mistake but Lieutenant Kazansky did one even bigger. Maverick doesn't know what to answer or who to watch because the whole concept, the idea of Iceman being the reason Goose is dead is laughable, but apparently it isn't because the man himself seems on verge of the breaking point and not even Slider's arm around his shoulder helps.

Charlie says a, b, c and it's Kazansky's fault Mav again that same evening but she says to that crying is for kids and women and that he should move own, forget about Goose and take the trophy for himself.

She says and Iceman believes even when he doesn't. Not that really matters, because Maverick doesn't say a word, and Iceman believes.

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Totally on-board with the miscommunication that comes from Bradley seeing Mav with Penny and little Amelia and immediately thinking he went and found a new family for himself and left Ice behind too. And how that means he takes leave immediately and flies out to see his uncle Tom and, when Maverick opens the door Bradley punches him, then proceeds to shout asking how he could ever do something like that to Tom, how could he even think to cheat on him in that way and was he so forgettable he pick up and create another family so easily? In all of this rant Mav is watching as his kid, nose bleeding and aching jaw with exactly zero context on what he's saying and why he's saying it. Half an hour later they are all sitting around the table, a ice pack on Mav's cheek, Bradley furiously hugging in uncle Tom and honestly, of the three of them Bradley doesn't know who's more confused about the situation.

It takes almost a week, slow and painful for thr first part, but at the end when Bradley has to go back to his post Mav is uncle again and he promised them to be around for the next holiday. It still not all simple and all forgiven on both sides but now Bradley picks up the phone everytime he can answer and sends out flowers to Penny to say he's sorry even if the woman doesn't know about what. But it's a beautiful bouquet so she doesn't complain.

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After the first round of chemio Tom builds himself a garden. It's a small thing, just under ten plants but it makes him happy and he always says to Sarah that the day he'll pass the garden will be part of his inheritance to the world. He says Mav always wanted a garden because a garden meant permanence and now that he's going to see him again maybe they could try to built one together. Sarah and Bradley sit with him, the first one silently crying and the second hugging his old man. Yeah pops, dad is going to love building a garden with you he whispers.

Almost a year later, in front of the same garden, Bradley puts a target: in lovely memory of Thomas and Pete Mitchell-Kazansky and their dream garden.

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icemav are soulmates.