MARVELous.
do u c wat i did dere
do u fuckign c
Despite the cheesiness of the title, I hope you'll find these various oneshots enjoyable, anyhow. Some may become twoshots/threeshots/fourshots, but I doubt it, I'd probably end up transferring them all into a multichapter fic of their own, then. Crossovers, AUs, crack, pure old canon, anything can be found.
These can be adopted more than once by different people. Ask me (I have every right to say no, if I want), link me, and credit me, and whomever else may be involved, and it's cool.
I do not own these characters, that is all. No infringement intended.
Supernatural/Avengers. Featuring Sam Winchester and Lokes'.
Inspired by a Supervengers GIFset on tumblr, originally by ben-hiddles.
TWO ANTICHRISTS WALK INTO A BAR.
A summoning gone wrong. Loki would have laughed in the face of his summoner, if they hadn't conveniently bailed him out of the prisons of Asgard. Indeed, not even the gods themselves can seem to find a way out of their ties to the Midgardians. There are no loopholes in the ancient contracts that bound them as idols, figures of myth among the mortals, despite most definitely not being such...within their own planes of origin, anyhow. However, nor do they dictate that a mortal man can banish an immortal whenever they wish. The thing that surprises Loki most about this utter hilariousness: the hunter, as the man calls himself, is not attempting to force him to depart. "You're not a bad person."
What is this, then? He's amused, "How would you know?"
"Because we're alike, both fighting to be good." A ruse. It must be. He expects this...worthless peon's eyes to flicker to the exit, but the gaze remains. Loki doesn't understand where this–naivete–is spawning from, and he does not care.
He lifts his chin. This is all on a whim, really. Otherwise, he'd have found an escape by now, never bothered by this pointless interaction. "For what reason?"
The answer comes, and it is an answer, "For our brothers," and Loki's smile falls like the blare of a warning siren.
"What do you know of me?"
"Enough."
Previously uninterested, Loki takes in every trait and detail of this new fool as he can possibly find. Deep green eyes, brownish flecks. Battle-scars, old cuts, childhood, adolescence, early adulthood, recent. Dark, dark brown hair, long, thick and wavy, similar to the plainest Æsir warrior's mane, similar to Th–
"I'll not demand again!"
He nods, accepting the ultimatum, and the manner which he does it gives the sense as if there are worse things to fear, "Trust me. I've heard about you, and I know enough."
"Few can claim such."
"You're the Bringer of Ragnarök, right? Well, I'm Lucifer's Vessel–yeah, I saw that look, I know you know the name. We're both meant to bring about the end of the world. It takes one Antichrist to know another, and if there's one thing that's always true about Antichrists, it's that they never want to be."