⦁ endless' stories

[neamrel]

aight this this is my little fanfic dumping ground. i have an AO3 account, but compared to those amazing writers over there, i usually am not able to stick out with a multi-chapter story. so i usually just stick to my short, little drabbles. i'm keeping this pg and junk, cause cs just roles that way (shoves non-pg stories away)

anyway, the majority of these stories are super old (the first 9 i wrote like.. 4 yrs ago)
but yeah, anyway enjoy darling babes!
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ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ↴


| rest | wronged | you're such an oaf | you think you know pain? | I'm in trouble | insanity | it happens to all of us (life's just like that) | I'm vulnerable | coming home | i'm sorry | i'm not sick | that december |

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res.

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #1: rest


Imprisoned. Locked up like a simple minded beast. Monster, he corrected.
Clasping his hands together behind his back. He paced back and forth silently as he watched the door before him. The feeling of Yggdrasil's magic was there, but it was just out of his reach. For some time now, he has been trying to grasp it, but to no avail. His magic, his one true strength, was taken from him. Taken from him by mortals.
He snarled at the thought as he glanced downward, ceasing his pacing and turning away and settling himself on the cot placed within the cell. Hands now clasp in front of him, he leaned back and allowed himself to rest against the glass the encased him.

Rest.

There had hardly been time for such a thing as of late. The lingering feeling of Thanos and the Other having kept him alert and wary. But for now; for once, he could rest. Away from the Chitauri, away from the Titan, away from it all. He could rest. A heavy sigh was released at the thought.
No, he all but yelled to himself. He could not rest. Rest was for the weak, the simple minded. He was none of those. He was a God. The bringer of chaos. A force not to be trifled with. He was Loki, and he would not be seen as weak.

His eyes flickered up at the feeling of another. A smile that was nothing but teeth appeared as he straightened himself and stood. "Please," he began. "enlighten me as to how you plan to keep me contained this time."
Rest was now just a simple concept that was out of his reach. Rest is something he would have to do without. Rest is something he would never get.

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #2: wronged


"You would still defend him? After everything-"
"He has done no wrong."
"No wrong?" A pained looked crossed his face as he gazed at the other man before him. The Angel - Fallen Angel - couldn't believe his ears. Were they still so naive? Still able to blindly follow him after everything that he has done. Couldn't they just see that..that he was the one that had caused all of this?! "He has wronged me!" He yelled with pain as he looked towards his brother still. Tears brimming his eyes, but no, he would not let them fall. He was meant to be seen as cold and heartless, and if that is what they only ever saw him as, so be it.
"He is our father, Sammael."
"He is no father of mine!" He snapped back as he curled his hands into fist, "He has wronged me and yet you still follow in his footsteps! We are brothers Michael, can you not see what he has done? He has torn us apart! Laying waste to all that lay near! Yet, you still follow." His voice having lost it's venom near the end. A tired look appeared on his face as his shoulders soon sagged lower than what they had been. Michael simply stared, face void of emotion as he let the silence draw on.
"I am sorry, Sammael. But this must be done. There is now way around this. Even you know that." Michael said all to calmly. His hand tightening around the dagger that he held. Sammael stared at it for a moment before his eyes drifted back to his brothers. His jaw working before he narrowed his eyes.
"So be it."

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #3: you're such an oaf


Star-gazing. He simply loved it. The thought of simply being surrounded by so many of them always astounded the boy, and he could never simply wrap his mind around it. It was something he could always do, especially since he was still young.
A smile crept on his lips as he laid down on the ground. Blue eyes looking up towards the sky that held stars all around. I content sigh escaping his lips as he turned his head to the right, looking towards his younger brother as he read peacefully by a tree. A flame in his hand to give him some light to see.
"Brother, why not come and look at the stars with me?" Thor asked as he propped himself up on his elbows to allow himself to look at the boy better.
"Wait, I'm at the best part." Loki replied quietly as he flipped the page and began reading the other. Thor simply smiled lightly as he rolled his eyes affectionately, knowing well enough that his brother knew the book word for word, and had read it more times than he could count. No matter what though, he knew Loki would not put the book down until he had read what he wanted. Shaking his head he spoke, "Alright, continue to read that boring book and miss out." He finished as he laid himself back on the ground once more.
"It is not boring!"
"Of course it isn't."
"It isn't! How could a story about a noble warrior being blamed for treason against his realm be boring? It simply-"
"Loki, will you please just come look at the stars with me?" Thor asked once more, leaving Loki with his mouth slightly open to continue speaking. He shut his mouth and let out a small sigh as he nodded before making the flame in his hands disappear and closed the book. Thor watched him quietly as Loki stood and moved to his side and laid down. His eyes going to Thor's and a smile soon appearing.
"You're such a oaf."
"But you love me nonetheless."
"Yes, and you, I."

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #4: you think you know pain?


"You think you know pain?"

Pain. Of course he did. He wouldn't be here if it wasn't for pain.
Being lied to your entire life, being seen as unworthy; unwanted by the others you had claimed to be your friends. Kept only as a pawn to be used in later time, if needed. Raised to despise the very thing you were. Told horrid stories of how they sought out the blood of their enemies, laid waste to anything that lay in their path. How they were cold and heartless, unable to feel and love.

"So I am no more than another stolen relic, locked up here until you might have use of me?"

To try your hardest to show them - him - that you were capable of being different. Killing you true father, just for him. Going to great lengths to rid the Nine Realms of the one true evil that would stop at nothing til the Casket was returned to their hands. For him, for all of them! Only to be told that it was not meant to be. Told that that was not how it was meant to be done. To finally see that you would never be loved, and seen as worthy.

"I never wanted the throne, all I ever wanted was to be your equal!"

To find out in the end that you would never be able to live up to your 'families' name and be the golden one. To realize, that you will never be what you were born to believe you would be. To have the truth thrown in your face and see that you were not good enough. To be told no.

"I could have done it, father! I could have done it! For you! For all of us!"
"No, Loki."

Pain. It was something he knew all to well. Without it, he would not be what he was. Not a fallen prince. Not a b-st-rd child. Not... not a monster.
No. He would be but a pawn still. Left to live out his days in Asgard until war raged between Jötunheim. Only then to be given away and back to a place meant to be his true home.To be forgotten by all who once knew him; abandoned, left to die. That is all that would of awaited him if it were not for pain. Pain had been needed. He had just been a simple-minded boy before, but with pain, he had grown. Grown into something powerful, a force to be reckoned with. Now he was someone not to be dismissed so easily; looked over and pushed aside to forget.
Yes, he knew pain. And he would never forget it.

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #5: I'm in trouble


I'm in trouble, he thinks as the military vehicle in front of them explodes. Bullets raining down on them as the soldier he had just taken a picture with (he's probably not even thirty, god.) looks at him and tells him to stay put. A look filled with worry (for tony, not himself) as he opens the door and leaves. Leaving Tony alone while bullets rain down.

He didn't have time to think, just act. Opening the door, he ran, sliding behind a rock as he looked around frantically. Where's Rhodey, he thinks, Rhodey knows what to do. God, Tony wasn't built for this; wasn't trained for this type of situation. (I'm in trouble.) He builds weapons, he goes to meetings that bore the hell out of him and drinks until Pepper tells JARVIS to lock the bourbon and the rest of the whiskey up.

Pep. Oh god, Pep. What would she do (what should you do, Tony, think.) if he ends up dead. Probably have hell of a time trying to calm down the press while Obie starts taking the company into his own hands. Try to go on with his de-

A weapon with the printing Stark Industries lands right beside him. I'm in trouble, he thinks, as he's thrown back at the force of the blast. Pain, blood and darkness are all he remembers as the sounds of shouting and gunshots fade.
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pain, pain, painpainpain.

god, the pain. make it stop. make it stop!

nononono!

painbloodscreamsvoices. STOP!

sto-
-
A gasp rattles him awake. Eyes searching and analyzing everything as he pulls the oxygen tube from his nose, a choked sound escaping as he tosses it aside. His chest feeling constricted, he looks and sees gauze wrapped around him and pulls. A circular piece of metal and wires is there, I'm in trouble, he thinks as he notices a car battery is connected to it. Tony then notices a mug nearby on a table. He grasp for it, movements shaky.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Like hell they would, he's somewhere that does not look like a hospital, a weight on him that feels completely uncomfortable, and he wants a drink. He spares a glance at the direction the voice had come from though, and notices the man standing there (I've seen you before, who the hell are you, where the hell am I, what did you do to me?) watching him.
"What did you do to me?" He questions; voice hoarse and raw as he stares at the man still. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, mug forgotten as he examines the metal in his chest.
"What I did is to save your life. That is an electromagnet, hooked up to a car battery." The man (god, who are you.) says as he pulls out a vile that holds pieces of shrapnel in it. "I removed as much shrapnel from your chest as I could, but there are still some pieces left. I've seen plenty of injuries like that. In my village we call those casualties "the walking dead," because they take about a week to reach your heart." He passes the vile to Tony and he holds it between his fore-finger and thumb as he looks at the shrapnel closely.

(I'm in trouble.)

He hears a banging on a door to big to and menacing for it's on good, quickly getting to his feet as he spares a glance towards the man.
"Do as I do." He says quickly and puts his hands on the back of his head. I'm in trouble, Tony thinks as he copies the mans movements as the door opens.



to be continued, possibly.

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #6: insanity


Insanity.

That little voice in the back of your head that whispers sweet nothings until you cave. That "push" in the wrong direction that drives you further away from your path. The hands that emerge from the blackness and reach forward. Pulling, clawing at your skin to come closer. Watching. Waiting for the moment that you break and allow them to consume your mind until you are deprived of any sanity.

Blackness. Gnawing. Clawing. Calling your name.
Blackness, that if you have no one to keep you sane, seems like a welcoming friend. Leaving you no option but to embrace it.

People fall to it everyday. Screaming and swearing as they clench their head between their hands and pull tightly on their hair. Eyes closed tightly as they to fight it off for a few moments more. Leaving them to babble and rock back and forth in the corner as they accept it. The whispers filling their mind as they try to process it all and think.
An insane man is only a man. A simple pawn. Easily moved and easily removed. Threatening few into submission and killing as a last resort. Yelling lies in order to get ones to do as they wish. Leaving only survivors and none for the gallows. Thinking himself above all when he is truly below. Made into a weak, fallen man with the promise of the end.

Gods fall to it once in awhile. Clenching their hands until their nails dig into their flesh and leave crescents that bleed. Brows furrowed as they concentrate and think. Knowing well enough that it can be pushed away just as easily as it comes. Easier for those who have everything, harder for those who have less. Of course, when you have nothing, it is impossible to defeat.
A insane god is no god at all. He is but a dog, left rabid and chained until dealt with properly. Smiling maliciously at all that challenge them. Beating all until death knocks on their door and welcomes them. Attacking when necessary, and barking words of hate where it counts. Their minds darkened by the whispers of power that could be given to them. Showing all who dare defy them who is truly in charge. Killing all that stand in their way and leaving the rest to rot.


Insanity.


Darkness that few can handle. Killing off the weak and leaving the strong to survive as it's slaves. Growing stronger in each mind as the days come and go. Learning and changing. Killing men when they are unwanted, and slaying gods when they grow beyond it's ability to contain.
An endless cycle.

Call. Claim. Change. Kill. Repeat. Call. Claim. Change. Kill. Repeat.

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #7: it happens to all of us (life's just like that)


Well, you see, things aren't always as they seem. I'm sure you've heard that saying before, right? Right.

That little phrase could sum up this perfectly. A dump of a bar like this wasn't exactly the first place you'd look for someone that was known for being a genius. If you've lost all sense of yourself though and simply don't give a sh-t anymore, then it very well should be the first place to look. Then again, why would someone that's claimed a genius be working at a dump like this?

Alcohol (a big factor), privacy (who cared about that), or just for the hell of it (big possibility).

Tony Stark never did things just for the hell of it though (sometimes). He dropped off the radar years back though. No Arc Reactor weighing down his chest anymore, no more Iron Man. No Pep' either. He had tried to go straight, believe me, he really did. His drinking had gone down, he hardly spent any time in the lab, and he actually was maintaining a relationship. How much more could he do? That was a lot by Tony's standards. It lasted for a year or two, and those years where the most calm and relaxed he had ever been. Bruce had even said that - Bruce, the guru of all guru's, one that had a cap on his anger better than anyone else.
Then, of course, things shot to hell and, well, it didn't work out.

Now you have ex-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist (he still is a genius after all) working as a bartender. Might not be the best line of work, but it pays the bills (wow, who'd thought someone would say when talking about Tony Stark?) and no one really realizes who he is. Then again, when the entire world thinks you're dead, people wouldn't expect to see you alive and working in a bar if you're Tony Stark. Tony still does remembers that one time though, right after his suppose "death" when a guy came in ("Can you believe that that -sshole finally died?" "Hard to believe, isn't it?" "Yeah, whoever was able to kill him must of been -" "Scary as hell?" "Yeah. It's just that, even after taking on aliens and not dying, you'd think he'd be able to take on some guy without a problem." "No one's invincible, uh -" "Wade" "No one's invincible, Wade." "But we're talking about Tony Stark!") and what a conversation they had had. It was only after he had payed for his drinks that he had to pause and do a double-take of who the bartender was ("Problem, Wade?" "Uh - no, just a thought." "Have a good night.") but he knew that he was just probably imagining things. Tony Stark is dead after all.

Thing's aren't always as they seem though. A hidden little bar in the middle of Manhattan that Tony Stark works at? Come on.


To be continued..

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ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇ #8: I'm vulnerable (paired to "I'm in trouble")


I'm vulnerable, he thinks as he hides behind a corner, the Iron Monger nearby as the suit continues to run on what last reserves of power there are. Missiles and repulsors offline with no power to sustain them anymore (I'm vulnerable.). Flares had been his last resort, but he would be found soon enough.

"Very clever, Tony" Stane says. You have no idea.

Pep' - beautiful, smart, and constant - is below in the building (Keep her safe, keep her safe.) and is his last resort. He can't get down there without Obadiah following. She's all he has at the moment -- she's all he needs at the moment.

In words that are far to rushed and quiet, he explains how to overload the reactor through his comm. He needs to buy her time. That's all.

Simple.

Peaking from around the corner, smoke from the flares still present as the Iron Monger faces away from him. JARVIS pinpoints wires exposed in the neck of the suit that's suppose to stay his. (You're going to pay Stane.) Too fast to think otherwise, Tony's on the back of the bulky suit and pulling before Obadiah realizes whats happened.

Tony's grabbed and thrown away over a glass roof before he realizes whats happened. Glass shattering beneath him from the weight of the suit, arms and hands straining themselves to keep him from falling.

(I'm vulnerable.)

His helmet's now gone. Obadiah opens his Iron Monger armor soon after, "You'd have made your father proud!" he yells as Tony tightens his grip to keep himself there. Peppers' voice comes from below, missiles come from above.

"Push the button!" Tony yells.

"You ripped out my targeting system." Obadiah explains with each miss that just get's closer.

"But you'll die!" Pepper yells back.

"Just do it!" I'm vulnerable.

The sound of the reactor overloading fills the air, Tony knows Pepper is smart enough to get as far away as possible (She's safe.) from here. Tony braces himself and Obadiah screams in pain as piercing blue energy shoots skyward. Blasting Tony away and burning the man he had once considered his second father.

I'm vulnerable, Tony thinks as his vision fills with black and blurs, the light from the arc reactor fluttering in the dark.