(Because we RP on Skype too much. …and to be honest, we were probably high off a four hour+ Skype call. You can think of this as a follow up of Nightmares Twist: Happy Endings. cept there's crack too)

[11:08:50 AM] Master Toniarty: Today, Tony's 18 and he's living a different life and he sees Loki in another form, and he's still in love with him, but it's different, and, and, and.

[11:10:22 AM] Doctor Lokson: And Loki is 30 and he is with another woman. She smiles and she looks happy but there is a strange glint to her eye. Why was Loki with such a strange woman?

[11:14:03 AM] Master Toniarty: Today, Tony's thirty-seven, and he's called Sherlock, and he's a consulting detective, and he lives at 221B Baker Street, and he's in London, and he has a flatmate called John Watson who's an ex-army doctor, and he doesn't know why when he puts that 7% cocaine solution in his arm, doesn't know why he can't figure this out, doesn't know why he can figure everything out but just now this, doesn't know why, can't, won't ever explain, /wants, needs/ to, still can't, never will be able to explain why he sees green eyes and slicked-back hair in another life, and why, why, why he can't be there and in love with him.

[11:29:45 AM] Doctor Lokson: Today, Loki's no longer in Asgardian robes and he is called Captain Nicholls, and he's in the British Army during WWI, about to fight the Germans. They come in from the trees, into the tall fields of golden grass, he sits upon a brown steed with white socks and a white mark on its face. He is confident, his sword resting upon his shoulder, his eyes fixed ahead in a steel gaze. The men, all 200 or more lining up, his voice rings out loudly. He brandishes his sword and calls out again. A full blown charge, thundering hooves. The sound of thunder crashes in his ears, the sound of metal cutting through the wind. The screams of the Germans, the sound of fabric tearing, men dying, metal clanging. No. No, no, no, no. He can see them ahead at the start of the forest ahead. The shine of the metal glinting in the sun. The guns... the guns, they should have seen it, they should have expected it. Why didn't he see this? The face of a boy, a sad, scared boy...he should have forseen this. A brief glint of red, crimson, gold, crimson, red, silver, crimson, crimson, a light...a name escapes his lips...more crimson...

"Tony..."

The brown steed runs forward, hurtling the guns, faster and faster, feeling light as air.

[11:34:41 AM] Master Toniarty: Today, Tony's thirty-two, and he died the end

[11:34:55 AM] Master Toniarty: my brilliant counter post

[11:35:06 AM] Doctor Lokson: Today, Loki is wearing Captain American pajama pants.

[11:35:08 AM] Doctor Lokson: The End.

[11:36:05 AM] Master Toniarty: Today, Tony's thirty-eight and he's holding Loki around the waist, pressing his lips just softly against his lover's lips, because he's smiling and happy and in love with his soon-to-be wife.

[11:36:07 AM] Master Toniarty: here fluff

[11:36:56 AM] Master Toniarty: Today, Loki's 234893294823 because he's fucking god and he's wanking off the edge of Asgard because it's funny to watch his come rain on people's faces.

[11:37:14 AM] Master Toniarty: you are welcome

[11:40:53 AM] Doctor Lokson: Today, Loki is thirty-one and he is sitting by the window, Tony sitting along side him holding a baby. There is a warm feeling inside his chest and he smiles. There is a rush of cold wind. The cold shards of ice cut at his face. He stands in front of stone, old, old, old, old stone. Around the stone are other rocks, jutting out of the ground at lop sided angles. Snow blankets the ground. The stone infront of him has weather worn letters. A "T", an "N", an "S" and a "K"...

[11:41:34 AM] Master Toniarty: COUNTER POST

[11:45:49 AM] Master Toniarty: Today, Tony's forty-five, and sometimes evil, even if they turn good, gets punished, lost lives can never be retrieved, and it's apparent that gods can, will, /do/. And, Tony, he's still in love, still married to /his/ god, still has their kids holding him by the hands as Tony drags himself to take them to school, /it's so tiring/, and they keep asking him where mommy is, and he says Valhalla, /because/, because he doesn't want to lie that Loki's past his daughter with the half-broken face and the half-rotting body, and there in Nifleheim, and, and, and paying for all the things he has done.

[11:47:19 AM] Doctor Lokson: CROSS COUNTER POST!

[11:58:56 AM] Doctor Lokson: Today, Loki is thirty-one, and Tony is marking every spot on his pale body. He can feel Tony's hands roam, feel his callosed fingers brush against the sensitive spots of his skin. His head cranes back, body arching towards Tony's own. Tony's hands roam down and push Loki roughly onto the bed. His hands clamp onto Loki's waist and...

"No...No! NO! NO! THOR!"

Loki is thirty-one, and Thor has pinned Loki against his large and messy bed. Loki's eyes are wide as he feels hair tickling the back of his neck, his breathing is harsh and ragged. Large hands pushing his thighs apart, callosed hands rubbing small circles, large hands ripping him apart, callosed hands gently pressing in deeply, large hands flipping him onto his stomach, callosed hands gently running down his chest, large hands bruising his thighs and slipping from sweat and blood. Loki cries out, throaty and hoarse as callosed hands hold his waist firm but gently. Loki screams, tears run down his face, blood runs down his legs, everything inside him burns, he feels infected, used, dirty, torn, useless, fragile, weak, stupid...

Tony shakes Loki by the shoulder. Loki looks up, he is crying, shaking, quaking, dying, burning, everything hurts.

[12:00:12 PM] Master Toniarty: COUNTER CROSS COUNTER POST

[12:07:37 PM] Master Toniarty: Today, Tony's forty-two, and it's a perfectly normal loving day for him and Loki. Breakfast in bed's always amazing, and Tony like the way Loki's tongue dart out to touch the food before he actually puts it in his mouth, and Loki knows Tony is watching him, sly as ever, does what he usually does. And Tony loves Loki the way he should. Then there's work, and Loki texts him what with all the naughty messages and the short dirty videos, and Tony's at work, sexually frustrated as fuck, but he knows it's worth the trouble putting up with. And Tony loves Loki the way he should. Then there's dinner at night together, today's dinner in the wide balcony, champagne and all, and they don't know why they're celebrating, they laugh, because it doesn't matter, and clink their glasses together. And Tony loves Loki the way he should. Then there's sex, because their passion for each other will always, always be renewed every day, and the sex is always great. And Tony loves Loki the way he should. Then it's always like that, things will always be happy, between them, brilliant, contented, perfect. And Tony loves Loki the way he should. But Tony never questions himself on why he has to change the hidden battery in Loki once every five years. And Tony loves Loki the way he shouldn't.

[12:14:19 PM] Doctor Lokson: Today, Loki is still the same but the hands are different. Every pair of hands are different. They feel different. They never feel right. There is no love. There is no heat. There is no feeling. They cannot satisfy him any more. They are not his own. They are not his Tony.

[12:18:54 PM] Master Toniarty: Today, Tony is twenty-seven, and he can't explain to anyone, not even himself, why his nose is smashed and crooked to the side, and why there's stitches under his eye, or why his teeth are all so shaky, and why there's always blood in his mouth, or on his fists, but that's a lie because he knows why, and fist fights will Loki are always the best, and he doesn't know why he's always sent to the therapist, or why he has medicine to take, or why he always feels so constantly tired like he never sleeps, or why he ends up in alleyways with no memory of what's happened, or why he has more bloody fists and- right, Loki. But there's no Loki, and there's only Tony, and Thor's never had a brother, and there was never a villain, and there was never that god, because Loki's always been a figment of Tony's imagination ever since Tony stood up at the playground and caught eyes with the shy boy behind the tree with a mischievous smile on his face.

[12:28:26 PM] Doctor Lokson: Today, Loki needs no age, Loki never needed an age when he held his child in his hands. Loki smiles warmly down as his child, his small baby in his arms. A little boy, a small little boy that looks up at his mother a coos, giggles and smiles. He brings up the baby close to his face so he can nuzzle the child closely. His emerald green gown is scarlet red, a wound on his stomach stitching back together. He smiles again at the baby. His feet slosh in a puddle of thick blood. He cradles the baby in his arms and stands up, walking over a dead body, face mutilated, torn off, ripped off, torn off, bitten, scraped, clawed. The body is mangled, bones broken in ugly angles, blood all ready congealed. A massive hole in the chest, ripped, chewed and cut into a large crater in the body, the ribs exposed, eaten and gnawed. The neck is broken, the legs ripped apart and exposed down to the bone. A bloody lump of metal sits to the side. The blood flakes. The blood is congealed. The flesh is rotting now but it was kept frozen for a long time. A long, long time.

"Hello darling, my sweet darling." Loki coos at the child. He kisses the baby on the forehead. The forehead again and again. "I told you we would be together forever. Forever and ever."