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  1. Public Bookmark 98

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    “When—on the Bifrost,” Loki runs a hand down his face. Thor is closest, and he thinks he can see it shaking. “In 2011, before I came to Midgard—no. No. I’m doing this all wrong.” His movements are jerky and his hand fidgets with his palm, the hem of his shirt, a coil of hair. He glances up at the ceiling for help, and takes another very horrible gasp of air.
    “Let me…” Loki moves back to the couch, and yanks a Starkpad from one of the cushions, one he had borrowed from Tony that morning. He swallows, typing on it and swiping across the screen.
    Loki looks up, glancing at the crowd, and makes a gesture on the screen of the Starkpad. A large holographic diorama of a very familiar-looking cube floats into the center of the room.
    “The Tesseract,” Loki declares to no one’s surprise. What does make Thor react is how he immediately adds: “Also known as the Space Stone.”
    Thor is starting to see where this is going. He doesn’t like it. He doesn’t like it at all.

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    A total non-canon-complaint AU, and this is when Loki finally has to confront his demons.

    Written for WHUMPTOBER Day #23: Forced choice/public display

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    07 Jan 2026

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    Love this so much

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    When Vanaheim requests aid dealing with a creature dubbed the Weeping Siren, Sif had never thought Loki capable of doing something so recklessly selfless. Then again, this whole fiasco has made her acutely aware of something: she and the Warriors Three never really knew Loki. (AKA the Warriors Three and Sif realize they were wrong about Loki) gen, Pre-Thor

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    05 Jan 2026

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    As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

    --His clothing was expensive and stylish;
    --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
    --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
    --He looked angry;
    --He was wearing sunglasses.

    What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

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    03 Jan 2026

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    This moved me, deeply

  4. Public Bookmark 32

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    The first time Raphael wept was when he was brought low — wings smoldering and broken but whole — on the burning shores of the Lake of Fire. The tears fell from his eyes, rolled down his fevered, soot-smudged face, hissed out into steam before they could even touch the ground. He had never cried before- he had never known that he could. But then again such sorrow, too, had become known to him only then, upon his Fall. He had never felt pain of any sort before he hurtled downward for what felt like forever, disgraced and suddenly imperfect, punished for something he did not understand.

    He would often wonder why others were shown Grace in the face of their malfeasance while he was cast out for a sin he would never understand for all of his days. Before the Garden, before the Apple, was a Child of God, feeling the fear of Her for the very first time and not understanding why.

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    Or: A study in tears, forgiveness, and how they are wielded. Crowley is comforted and finds healing. Aziraphale finds his own path back to grace.

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    02 Jan 2026

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    For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

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    01 Jan 2026

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    Amazing, no notes, will read again.