Title: Cosmic Love (title of the inspiring song from Florence and the Machine)
Author: Omano
Pairing: Frostiron (Tony/Loki)
A/N: I can't believe I'm writing this when I have an exam tomorrow XD
I'd give no real warning, because to be honest, I don't have much idea about it. Sorry guys, that it'd been so long that I submitted anything and that I still neglect my other stories. I've been hiatus and got into this new fandom. You can see it's little piece here.
I'm absolutely new to this fandom of Avengers, Iron Man, Thor etc. (I mean writing, I've spent my last two months reading fanfics and watching the movies ^^) So... don't have too high expectations ^^;
lil bit angsty probably...
Cosmic Love
He was surrounded by an unfamiliar silence.
Unfamiliar, since his days had never been silent or calm. Never had been, never will be. And yet – this little peace and calmness was welcomed.
He looked up through his fluttering eyelashes over the small beads of water resting there. The sky stretched out over him – a smoky mixture of colours from purple to the deepest shade of black with billions of stars scattered on this marvellous canvas.
Darkest of heaven – with no end and no beginning.
Reminiscent.
His body was slowly going numb from the torturing grip of his bruised suit, keeping his blood from circulating, running to his fingers or lower to his legs and hips.
He had always thought it was impossible – and yet –
He was floating in this never ending ocean of stars and twinkling galaxies and unknown enigmatic realms. The mirror surface broke into delicate ripples around his suit, leaking inside, embracing him into cool embrace of silk.
Touching gently his face, soothing away his fever, cooling the throbbing of his restless heart, easing the race of his mind.
His suit was damaged badly. It was torn open at several places, leaving his bruised skin exposed to the gentle touch of the cold water. Of this cold eternity. And it set his mind at ease.
Just like when inhumanly long pale fingers used to touch him.
Through the splits his suit slowly filled up with water – its weight finally pulling him down.
So slowly –
Everything went so slowly – just like a small satisfied smile that used to crawl from thin lips to those mesmerizingly wild green eyes.
The last droplets of air was cut out of his lungs.
Silky touch all around his body.
He was exactly where he belonged to. Enveloped in silky cool darkness.
His universe that pulsated for the rhythm he would recognise anywhere.
For the well known beat of a heart. A heart that was said to be non-existing.
And the pulsation of his reactor evened out to match this rhythm. Just as it did for long nights that were darker than the depths of this endless ocean, seeking comfort in the crook of a long neck, feeling the pulse under flawless skin as they dreamt the same nightmares.
He would stay here forever. With the one who stole the heart he probably had never had.
A/N: just a very quicky it was. Quite unlike me. A very small part, probably just a dream of a very much longer story. But unfortunately I'm not really good at writing about the pictures and emotione I don't have enough time to paint. I may give it a try later a write some more from that story. Depends on a lot of things.
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and I'm always capable of building critiques and new ideas :)