This is the prompt which I thought had the least possibility of me filling it. Never say never! Hope you enjoy it Cassie <3
Title:The Kindly Ones Rating/Warnings: Teen & Up, no AO3 warnings apply Length: 5775 words Summary: Somewhere in the universe is a mostly flat rock, spinning slowly through space. On it, arranged in a circle, sit six stone daises occupied by the six Aspects of existence, responsible for ensuring the universe continues as it should. At least when they’re not arguing or being petitioned by mortals.
The Kindly Ones
Somewhere in the universe is a mostly flat rock, spinning slowly through space. On it, arranged in a circle, sit six stone daises occupied by the six aspects of existence. Or rather, five. Clint leans against the side of his dais instead, lurking in the shadows while he watches the others arguing, which is increasingly common when the Council of Aspects comes together these days.
Loki, lounging on the throne-like chair he created for his own dais, is the current focus of Clint's attention. Time is always worth keeping an eye on, but especially when he’s riling up his brother.
“Isn’t he delightful?” he says, smirking at the mortal on display in the View he’s conjured – a floating window into another world, wisping into green at the edges.
“He was mine.” Sitting on the dais to Loki’s right, Thor, the Aspect of Power, leans forward in his own broad-backed wooden monstrosity, covered in carved depictions of ‘mighty deeds’. “I claimed Steven Rogers and his warrior’s heart. He was mine, brother.”
“And then he became a man out of time."
Loki waves one hand in the air, dismissing Thor's words without looking away from the View where Rogers raises a shield to deflect a number of bullets as he dives for cover behind a vehicle.
“You cannot claim another’s,” Thor protests, his volume rising. But if Loki is able to find Steven Rogers in a View then it does seem he’s been claimed by Time.
“Really? Did Space not fight you for him, when he crashed that plane, to drown her Stone beyond reach of his enemies, believing it would cost his life?”
Loki smirks at Carol, seated on his other side. There’s no chair on her dais. Instead, she perches on the edge of it, kicking her heels idly against the stone and stroking the flerkin draped across her lap. Clint wonders how far she must have travelled since the last Council gathering to find a being that contains a pocket dimension inside its body. Watching it close its eyes as Carol scritches between its ears, he also isn't sure which of them has adopted the other.
FILL: The Kindly Ones (Teen & Up, no warnings)
Title: The Kindly Ones
Rating/Warnings: Teen & Up, no AO3 warnings apply
Length: 5775 words
Summary: Somewhere in the universe is a mostly flat rock, spinning slowly through space. On it, arranged in a circle, sit six stone daises occupied by the six Aspects of existence, responsible for ensuring the universe continues as it should.
At least when they’re not arguing or being petitioned by mortals.
The Kindly Ones
Somewhere in the universe is a mostly flat rock, spinning slowly through space. On it, arranged in a circle, sit six stone daises occupied by the six aspects of existence. Or rather, five. Clint leans against the side of his dais instead, lurking in the shadows while he watches the others arguing, which is increasingly common when the Council of Aspects comes together these days.
Loki, lounging on the throne-like chair he created for his own dais, is the current focus of Clint's attention. Time is always worth keeping an eye on, but especially when he’s riling up his brother.
“Isn’t he delightful?” he says, smirking at the mortal on display in the View he’s conjured – a floating window into another world, wisping into green at the edges.
“He was mine.” Sitting on the dais to Loki’s right, Thor, the Aspect of Power, leans forward in his own broad-backed wooden monstrosity, covered in carved depictions of ‘mighty deeds’. “I claimed Steven Rogers and his warrior’s heart. He was mine, brother.”
“And then he became a man out of time."
Loki waves one hand in the air, dismissing Thor's words without looking away from the View where Rogers raises a shield to deflect a number of bullets as he dives for cover behind a vehicle.
“You cannot claim another’s,” Thor protests, his volume rising. But if Loki is able to find Steven Rogers in a View then it does seem he’s been claimed by Time.
“Really? Did Space not fight you for him, when he crashed that plane, to drown her Stone beyond reach of his enemies, believing it would cost his life?”
Loki smirks at Carol, seated on his other side. There’s no chair on her dais. Instead, she perches on the edge of it, kicking her heels idly against the stone and stroking the flerkin draped across her lap. Clint wonders how far she must have travelled since the last Council gathering to find a being that contains a pocket dimension inside its body. Watching it close its eyes as Carol scritches between its ears, he also isn't sure which of them has adopted the other.
“You can leave me out of it,” she says.
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