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that's not nice

you asked

but

but???

I EXPECTED SOMETHING FLUFFIER

this is better

you owe me fic too

kay

Now write me their first kiss :>

Jim wished he could say he saw it coming, but with Loki, he never seems to see anything coming, so it was a moot point altogether.

So when Loki dragged him off after speaking to Spock (seriously, what is it with him and Spock? So Spock and he were in the Drift a couple of times, big deal) and slammed him so hard against the wall that Jim saw stars. The next thing Jim saw was Loki's eyes, boring holes in him.

"What the fuck?" Jim said eloquently.

"I told you," Loki hissed, "You are not allowed to leave me."

"I didn't!" Jim protested for some reason.

"You did," Loki said, crowding in his space.

"So what if I spoke to Spock" Jim replied, feeling defensive, "Besides, if you talked to me more we wouldn't--,"

Without a word, Loki grabbed him by the collar and kissed him hard. And Jim forgot everything else.

Awww issues ♥ jealousy's a bitch

yeppp

Okay leave me a couple prompts I'll see what I can do when I get home :3

yayyy

I did actually mean for you to leave me prompts!!

HOW ABOUT THE ONE I ASKED A WHILE AGO

oh I guess Loki and Jim's first Drift.

I WANTED YOU TO WRITE THAT tHOUGH

I'll poke at the one you asked a while ago though

damn you

ilu

run, run, run, run across the deck, watch them pull your parents out of the hull, watch it all, watch them pet your hair, watch them --

-- turn away from you, turn the page over your scores, turn away with wide shoulders, their eyes are sad, wary, judging, judging, they always judge --

-- the marks on your neck, the bruises on your face, adrenaline pumping through your veins, they can't stand your face --

-- but you found someone who can.

"James," Loki said from behind Thor, and Jim frowned at the way his partner so easily ignored the way Thor lit up like a fucking puppy. There was an expression on Loki's face he'd never seen before; something about it that just screamed 'get the fuck away from me' despite the smile curving his lips.

"Hey Loki," Jim said, grinned and waved, "I was just talking to your brother--"

"We are not brothers." The venom dripping from his tongue was practically palpable and Jim couldn't help but wince at the way that bright smile dropped off Thor's face.

"Loki," and that low voice suddenly seemed so much more dangerous, not a cheerful bellow at all, "Don't you dare--"

Loki, for his part, talked over Thor as if he could not hear or see him at all. "There is training to had," he said, with that same flat smile that made Jim want to shake him until it slipped. No wonder he was so careful whenever they were linked up.

Looking uncertainly between Thor and Loki, Jim shrugged, "Uh, right," he said as he walked across the hallway. "Are you sure--"

"And I'm sure Mr. Spock had said something about a chess game he expected you to be present for," Loki went on. Jim was getting really tired of no-one but Loki getting able to finish a sentence. And he knew something was really wrong, clearly, as Loki never chose to speak about Spock without what he considered a damn good reason, which a nonexistent chess game was not.

"Loki," Thor tried again, stepping closer; Loki slid backwards casually.

"Right!" Jim said, clapping his hands to diffuse what tension he could. "Training! I'll see you around, Thor, yeah?" And he slung an arm around Loki's shoulders, herding him down the hallway. "We don't have a training session scheduled," he said lightly, once they were a decent distance away, "And Spock doesn't tell you about our games."

Loki didn't reply.

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uhh okay loki and spock interacting.

The room is utterly silent when Jim walks in and, for a moment, he wonders if he's in the right place at all. And then he looks to his right and sees them.

Spock and Loki on either side of a chess board, straight-backed and blank-faced, dark-hair and pale-skinned and looking like they could be brothers except for how Loki has this bizarre love-hate relationship with his brother and Spock's relationship with his brother is strained at best, which really does have nothing to do with anything whatsoever.

He wanders over and looks at the board just in time to see Loki perform a move Spock used during their last game to beat him and goddammit, when he said try to be friends to them, he didn't mean learn ways to beat me at chess from each other, but at least they're not fighting.

"Check," Loki says, soft voice loud in the silence.

Spock examines the board and makes a move. Three more moves, this time, it's Spock who speaks: "Checkmate."

Jim watches Loki's lips thin as he tips his king over, and fluidly rises to his feet. The other man slides his eyes over, meets Jim's eyes for a moment, before he leaves the room.

ahhh losers

Loki's take on their daily routine or general JIM thoughts.

The mornings always start the same, Loki and Jim meeting at the mats and beating each other up until one or the other of them taps out, panting and gasping for breath. They shower and then, when Loki would much prefer to take a tray to the corner and eat quickly so that he can return to his room and read, Jim always drags him over to the table he shares with his friends.

Jim's friends, not his. It reminds Loki of his childhood when Thor still attempted to include him in his games.

Inevitably, he looses his patience, the jealousy and irritation building unreasonably quickly, and he leaves--whether or not he'd finished eating. Returning back to his room gives him the much-needed chance to calm down, somewhat, though the annoyance simmers still, until he hears a single, short knock on his door.

Nearly every day, this happens, and Loki, for all that they've shared their minds, cannot understand why Jim always seeks him out. Thor had given up quickly, he remembers, but Jim comes day after day, without fail. And often, Loki is still angry, hurt and upset despite being fully aware of how unreasonable he's being, and thus resolves to ignore Jim, to leave him outside.

But he can hear other people greeting him, and Jim's always-cheerful responses. He can hear the others' cajoling, trying to convince Jim to leave, to join them, to stop waiting--and he can hear Jim refuse. Always, always, he refuses, sometimes with a laugh, a joke, and sometimes more seriously, irritated.

Eventually, the guilt is too much, and Loki unlocks his door. He doesn't open it, doesn't say anything, but he knows Jim can hear the latch sliding open. And he knows Jim will take it for the invitation it is.