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    “Look… I don’t trust you. You did something awful to me and I have no fucking idea if you are faking your amnesia, because that shit would be totally up your alley… But just in case… nobody of us has done this to you. None of us ever would. We are the good guys and… Thor would crush anybody’s skull who would dare to touch you…”

    Loki doesn't remember invading Midgard. Loki doesn't remember falling from the Bifrost. At least that's what he claims, but who could possibly believe such a story coming from the god of mischief. Until he starts acting like a really nice guy.

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    07 Nov 2016

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    Barnes’s daemon has a name, obviously, but he only ever calls her “Sweetheart”. At least, Sam’s fairly sure no daemons named their kid that in the 1910s, but hey, what does he know, maybe it was like the kids who used to get named after weird virtues and vices back in the Puritan days; maybe she’s lucky not to be Chastity or Prudence or Bread-of-Life.

    Steve never calls her Sweetheart, though.

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    08 Aug 2016

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    At other times, Nine likes to kiss his chest a lot. Hear his heartbeat and be shaken down, hold back that one question along with a dozen other desires that they manage to fulfil even when they don't— let it be just you and me, just you and me, just us, nine and twelve but only two, and only one, I don't care about this world any more than it does about me. And Twelve talks a lot more than Nine does, and Nine swallows more. And he's more calculating than Twelve, and he knows that he needs to save his voice for another day, because on that day, just the soil hearing his grief won't be enough; it'll have to touch the sky like that one explosion they think of every night.

     

    In between the winter sun and the summer rain, Nine waits to die.

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    25 Jul 2016