reconciliation

Post-Avengers. Brought in chains back to Asgard, Loki has a choice - marry Thor or die. He chooses life... for a moment. “And to think they call me the monster. What are you, really, Thor? How deep does this perversion of yours run? How did you hide it so well? You are not as golden now, are you, Odinson? Never have been. I am quite peeved that I missed this. Imagine the Hel I could have turned your life into if you had revealed yourself sooner.”

Lieutenant Steve Rogers has done all the right things. Graduated West Point at the top of his class. Earned a coveted spot as an infantry officer. Found the woman of his dreams. Everything is going exactly as planned. That is, until he accepts a platoon leader position for a unit deploying to Iraq, where he’s reunited with the ex-boyfriend he’d rather forget but never could. ——— Sergeant First Class Barnes thinks he knows war. He lives in a wild cycle of military training, deployments, sex, drinking, and pining for his former best friend and ex-boyfriend, Steve Rogers. But when Lieutenant Rogers is assigned as his platoon leader during Operation Iraqi Freedom, Sergeant Barnes realizes that he doesn't know the first thing about what it means to truly fight for something. ——— An Iraq War love story in three movements. Or: The story of two men who go to war and don’t quite come back home. ——— Please read the tags and warnings.

Lex heard the faint but distinct clink of ice against glass and he frowned. “You’re drunk.” A breathy chuckle sounded from the other line, and the business mogul heard Superman swallow whatever was in the glass. “I am.” “You can’t get drunk.” After two years of constant observation -- what some would call stalking -- Lex had been sure that getting drunk was impossible for the invulnerable alien. “Given the right ingredients, I can.”