Tony wakes up with beastly hangover in a prison cell with an indeterminate number of other guys. He figures he'll get around to counting them when he doesn't feel like he's died.
His jacket and shoes are gone.
He kind of hates his life.
"Motherf-" He begins but finds his throat too dry to finish it.
He doesn't know how long he lays in cotton-mouthed purgatory with his temples throbbing.
"Rise and shine, sweetheart." Tony hears the mocking southern accented voice but doesn't want to obey it. He feels like his body has been put through a cheese grater. "Gotta make your phone call."
That gets him going and before he knows whats happening he's got cuffs on and is standing in front of a lonely telephone jutting out of a white blank wall.
"Make it snappy, son."
Tony manages to cough up the word 'Phone book' and some amount of time later one is dropped into his hands. He drops it onto the floor. Bending down to get it almost makes him physically ill.
"Shit! Which hotel is it?" He mutters. He can picture the face of the old woman he'd asked and he can see her lips forming the sounds of the words.
"The Meridian!" He cries and it makes him cough until his throat burns.
The cop whistles.
"Wowee. What you doin at the Meridian? That place costs an arm and a leg."
"Just traveling." Says Tony as he listens to the phone ring and holds his breath.
"Hello, This is the Meridian Atlanta. How may I help you?"
"Can you put me through to Loki Lauff."
"You're joshing, boy." Says the cop.
"Do you happen to know his room number, sir? And who may I ask is calling?"
"It's Tony. I'm calling from..." Tony turns and looks at the cop. "Where is this?"
The cop takes the phone from him.
"Hello, this is Officer Harmon Gifford with the city. I'm sorry to have bothered you, this boy's clearly a bit touched. Just wasted his phone call. Sorry again to have bothered you folks. You have a good day, now."
Tony can't even believe it. He wants to cry as the phone is hung up again by one Harmon Gifford.
"Are all cops fucking stupid?" Blurts Tony before he can stop himself and the look in Harmon Gifford's eyes tells him that things aren't about to get any better for him.
hulky: Thanks man! I was afraid that people might be averse to plot but it hit me and I couldn't not so I'm glad that introduction of it pleased you.
Layla: As a person who steals all of my friend's accents by accident I couldn't not. And it's also a completely new form of ownership. Tony doesn't even have his own voice anymore. I might just be sick, but I find that kind of hot.
iwriteyourstory: Thank you! I take my loki like I take my coffee, dark enough to kill most people.
Cap: Thanks! And trust me, everything comes full circle in Aof or semi-circle in AoF and full-circle in the sequal.
ainda: Anytime man. I aim to please
comfy: I actually put some time into Loki's bandmates. I don't really like throw away OC's. Glad you like them.
Satary: BECAUSE UNLIKE SOME CHARACTERS PLAYED BY TOM HIDDLESTON I AM ACTUALLY A SADIST. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHA.
Stormy: Ahahahaha. I can dig that, but I just want to make it clear that my violent reaction against poorly constructed and cliched portrayals of Loki is not a violent reaction against him being a sympathetic character in general. I think that a large part of what makes him so seductive (to me as a writer at least) are the possibilities that lay within expressions of his idiosyncrasies and complexities. Having him be pure evil is just as disinteresting to me as having him be the simpering equivalent of the girl in every anime porn who pisses herself when she cums, against her will of course. I think that as long as Loki's tap-dancing on someone's preconceived lines or fucking with expectations or hard to predict or has unclear motivations you're doing it right. Whether your Loki is light or dark leaning, if his motivations, desires, and functions are easily definable within the context of your story, I think you should probably stop. However, I have read some h/c fics where Loki is none of these things and it still works for me, it's just that these are few and far between.
FGS: I knew it was you, haha. I deduced it. Your vacation sounds pretty awesome. Also, I would like to have a sexual relationship with your pen. And everything you write is genius. Seriously. I have no criticisms of you, other than that I don't write like you and it makes me sad. So while you provide me with joy you also provide me with intense sadness. Xe rre changed my life. And the fun you can have playing with the complexities is totally what it's all about, man. I mean, it's like finger painting with psychological complexes. It's fantastical.
Loki'd: Thanks man. I try.
Piny: YAY. I am glad the introduction of plot is being well-recieved. I wasn't sure if it would be.
Fire: There are good fics and bad fics. Felicity G Silvers, who continues to speak to me for unknown reasons, writes some of the best shit ever. Raging about bad fic is so much fun though. I have considered starting a blog dedicated to bad fic rage/ critical evaluation of it for a long time, but I'd rather spend my time making my own writing as good as possible, and reading the best shit I can, than focusing on other people's miserable failure. Most people who write shit like that don't even think they're failing in the first place. Making them understand what's wrong with their character construction or plot arc is like trying to make a squid understand pole vaulting. That is not my job. I'd much rather find awesome authors and tell them how much I love them and how clever they are.
xD: Thanks man! And I love posh Tony. I just want to squish him. It will probably def come back at some point.
Nyann: I know all about your name change young lady. hahaha. And that actually does get resolved, it's just I'm trying to get across how insular and self-centric life can become when you're up to your dick in illegal substances. This whole fic honestly takes place over about a month and a half, but it feels like a year. Or at least, that's what I want it to feel like.