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-> Oh wise flist, is there a Loki/Thor comm? There must be right? I was asked on my overview on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
crack_van and I had no idea. I did a search but the two that are either Loki-Thor or Thor-Loki are devoid of activity. Since it's not something I really pursue I have no idea where to look!
-> Need to get back to working onmarvel_bang instead of doing OTHER THINGS, although OTHER THINGS are fun. Ugh, it'll be the deadline before I know it!
-> Speaking of OTHER THINGS, I am writing another treehouse story because I have to torture Steve and Tony a little more with feels before letting them be.
“Aw man, what did you do?” Clint asks.
“What did I do?” Tony splutters but when Clint just looks at him steadily, Tony groans and drops his head onto his worktable. “I have no idea.”
“Do you want me to-?”
“God no,” Tony says, snapping his head up.
“You don’t even know what I was going to offer to do,” Clint says, plaintive.
“I don’t need to,” Tony says. “If it was offering to kick his ass for me though that was nice of you to offer.”
Clint makes a face that tells Tony that that wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but then he slings an arm across Tony’s shoulder. “Want to come over to my place? It’s Margarita Monday.”
“Even though you live in a tree house, it’s in the backyard so it’s still technically my place,” Tony grumbles as Clint manhandles him up off his stool.
“Semantics,” Clint huffs. “Unhook Eduardo and... is that Darcy’s taser?”
“It was.”
“Oh man, she is going to kill you.”
crack_van and I had no idea. I did a search but the two that are either Loki-Thor or Thor-Loki are devoid of activity. Since it's not something I really pursue I have no idea where to look!-> Need to get back to working on
marvel_bang instead of doing OTHER THINGS, although OTHER THINGS are fun. Ugh, it'll be the deadline before I know it!-> Speaking of OTHER THINGS, I am writing another treehouse story because I have to torture Steve and Tony a little more with feels before letting them be.
“Aw man, what did you do?” Clint asks.
“What did I do?” Tony splutters but when Clint just looks at him steadily, Tony groans and drops his head onto his worktable. “I have no idea.”
“Do you want me to-?”
“God no,” Tony says, snapping his head up.
“You don’t even know what I was going to offer to do,” Clint says, plaintive.
“I don’t need to,” Tony says. “If it was offering to kick his ass for me though that was nice of you to offer.”
Clint makes a face that tells Tony that that wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but then he slings an arm across Tony’s shoulder. “Want to come over to my place? It’s Margarita Monday.”
“Even though you live in a tree house, it’s in the backyard so it’s still technically my place,” Tony grumbles as Clint manhandles him up off his stool.
“Semantics,” Clint huffs. “Unhook Eduardo and... is that Darcy’s taser?”
“It was.”
“Oh man, she is going to kill you.”
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And I feel you on the
Also, I love Eduardo the Dalek. Just fyi.
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♥ ♥ Eduardo 4eva! ♥ ♥
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:)
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