Sometimes
You try so hard to take care of everyone else
That you forget to take care of yourselfHey looks it’s me
oh…
…Oh.
Oh indeed..
STOPPPPP I’M CRYING
That awkward moment when you make a perfect reference to your favorite show and no one else understands it.
The Story of my Life
(Fuente: cumberchair)
“Dilemma” doesn’t even begin to describe it.As we approach the end of Shepard’s journey I wanted to go right back to the ‘beginning’ of each game, to one of my favourite things about video games in general – the trailers
and my favourite piece of old arse advertising.Whether you were there from the start or came in at various places throughout the series, these are some phenomenal pieces of work that that are still fantastic to watch and relive.
But basically –
Annihilation is one decision away
We will fight for the lost
And we will take earth back.
I should go.
go to the corner and think about what you’ve done dashboard.
Breaking
“Shepard?” Liara whispered, reaching for the commander’s slumped shoulders.
Shepard shrugged her off wearily. Liara’s voice was so sweet it grated her eardrums. “Not now.”
“We … we should talk.”
“Leave me alone.”
- Tony: .... Careful.
- Loki: *Holding an arm around Tony's waist.* .... I am being.
- Tony: .... Then slow down....
- Loki: No. You've not much time, and the air is growing far too close in here. We have to get out now.
- Tony: *He lets out a little cry when Loki turns sharply, jolting the wound on his side.* ..... If you go too fast, the tunnel'll --- it'll collapse...
- Loki: And if I go too slow, then there is more of a chance of us being trapped down here. Now, /come/. One more turning, and the exit will be--- *He freezes, staring.*
- Tony: Oh. ........ dead end.
- Loki: No.
- Tony: Loki.... it's caved. We'll just---
- Loki: *He gently lets Tony slide to the floor before rushing forwards, his hands digging into the mud.* No. /No/!
- Tony: .... Loki, just--- look, let's go back. There must be another--
- Loki: There is /no/ other way out!
- Tony:
- Loki: This was it. This was the only way out. ..... I made it so.
- Tony: *Breathing heavier, holding a hand to his bleeding side.* .... Then make another way. Dig.
- Loki: With /what/?
- Tony: I don't know --- Something! There must be something around here, how did you make it in the first place?!
- Loki: Servants. Servants and magic. .... Neither of which can help us now.
- Tony: *He grinds his teeth,* .... Okay. Okay, so one: Odin let you have a hiding spot /underground/ when you were a kid. And /two/. He didn't bother to check if you had different ways /out/... ?!
- Loki:
- Tony: What if you'd gotten stuck down here before?? When you were just a /kid/...?!
- Loki: That doesn't matter now!!
- Tony: I--
- Loki: .... We have more than just the way out, to worry about. You are wounded, and we are running quickly out of air.
- Tony: I know that but--
- Loki: I could survive that longer than you could, but you are only a--- *He sighs, trying to calm down.* .... We must another way out.
- Tony: And what if the Chitauri are still out there? .... what if--- what if us hiding down there didn't make them lose our trail? What then?
- Loki: *He comes close, putting his face inches from Tony's.* I will not let you die down /here/.
- Tony:
- Loki: If you die. You die in battle or, at least, above ground. Not down here. Never down here. Now get up.
- Tony: *He takes Loki's hand, wincing when he's pulled to his feet a little rough, and stumbles after him.*
- Loki: You were right, before. There must be another way out. Others have used this place since my childhood. Alterations may have been made.
- Tony: .... Well, where would they put an exit in this place, if they did make changes--? *He staggers.*
- Loki: *He pauses, waiting for him to catch up, but at the sound of Tony struggling to breath behind him, he simply scoops his arms under Tony's knees to lift him into his arms.*
- Tony: Don't---!
- Loki: It's easier this way. Now hold tight.
- Tony:
- Loki: *He turns sharply, running down a narrow tunnel "hall". The walls are riddled with drawings that Loki had sketched over them when he was younger.*
- : *As Loki runs, and as Tony had predicted before, the walls begin to shake. Weak over the years and crumbling under the many marching feet of the Chitauri.*
- Tony: *He looks up, wide-eyed, as the ceiling when it begins to give way.* Oh, no. ..... /Duck/!
- Loki: *He skids to a halt, looking up.*
- : *The walls and ceiling begin to cave in.*
- Loki: Hold on ---!
- Tony:
- Loki: *He falls to his knees, his arms pulling Tony closer as he protects him with his own body, letting any rocks fall on him instead.*
- Tony: *His face is buried in Loki's chest, and the ground shakes around them.*
- : *The shaking and falling seems to go on forever.*
- :
- Loki: *He blinks, looking up when the shaking finally stops.*
- Tony: *He coughs at the dust around them, rubbing his eyes.*
- Loki: *He stands looking around.*
- Tony: ..... How much air did we lose?
- Loki: *He stares, his chest constricting.*
- Tony: ..... Loki?
- Loki:
- Tony: *He tries to get up, but his back hits the wall behind him and he slumps against it, his side throbbing. He feels light headed.* Lo--
- Loki: *Quietly.* There is no way out now. ..... None at all.
- Tony: *He stares up at him, and past Loki's body he can see that the rocks from the ceiling had fallen. The pile of mud, dirt, rocks and wood is the only thing holding the place up around them.*
- Loki: That's it. All exits gone. All halls blocked. There is /no way out/.
- Tony: .... Loki, it's okay---
- Loki: /How/? How is this "okay"?
- Tony: It /will/ be okay, okay! .... And don't shout, you'll take more of the air and--
- Loki: *He slams his fist into the mud with a shout.* Oh, what does it matter?! What does it matter now, if the air is gone?
- Tony: Loki, just--
- Loki: *He screams at the ceiling.* Are you /happy/ now father?!
- Tony: *He tries to stand but a spike of pain stops him.* ..... Loki.....
- Loki: Are you happy with me now?!
- Tony: Loki, they'll /hear/ you.
- Loki: /Good/! Better them than /this/!
- Tony:
- Loki: Oh, I'll last longer than a mortal Odin, of course I will, but for /how/ long? How long?!
- Tony: *Breathing faster, black spots in his vision.* Loki, please...
- Loki: Dying like a dog lost in dirt....! Isn't that what you always wanted for me?!
- Tony: Loki, stop it.
- Loki: I'm buried already, Father, so you needn't /bother/ when I'm finally gone!!
- Tony: Loki, /stop it/!
- Loki: *Rounding on him.* /WHY/?! Why should I?!
- Tony: *Chokes.* .... Because I'm /asking/ you to....
- Loki:
- Tony: ..... Please.... don't scream yourself to death.
- Loki: *He stares at him, breathing heavily.*
- Tony:
- Loki: *He takes three steps forward, before collapsing to his knees beside him.* .... I will not die down here, like this.
- Tony:
- Loki: And I swore to not let you die here, either. Not like this. Not where no one will find us. Where suffocation is the only way out.
- Tony: *He strokes a finger down the side of Loki's face.* .... There's nothing you can do.
- Loki: No. There is, there is I can dig. Like you said before. I can dig us both out.
- Tony: Loki.
- Loki: With my bare hands if I have to. Without my magic I cannot break it apart, but my strength is still---
- Tony: *Slurring.* If you... move the wrong rock. Or cause another rock slide..... the entire thing could collapse. Don't risk it.... don't.
- Loki: But I cannot---I have died like this before, Tony. It was not something I ever wished to do again. I will not die because there is no air. I will not watch /you/ perish before me, knowing that I am next. Knowing that I could not save you....
- Tony: .... Then don't.
- Loki: There isn't---
- Tony: *His hands slide into the inner jacket of Loki's armor.* You've still got the knives Thor gave you, right?
- Loki: I--They are far too small to do anything useful.
- Tony: *He takes them out, holding one in each hand.* .... Wrong. They can be useful...
- Loki: *He looks down at them, frowning, and then snaps his head back to meet Tony's eyes when he realises what he means.* .... What? You. .... You would?
- Tony: *He presses a knife into Loki's hand.* .... We wait ten minutes. ..... If no one comes for us. If no one comes..... Then. We do it.
- Loki: To each other?
- Tony: At the same time. Neither of us watches the other. We both stab, and we both-- we both go. No screaming, and no shouting. We got into this together, and we get out--- we get out of this---
- Loki: *He drops his knife, taking Tony's out of his hand as well, and cups his face. Kissing him hard.* Together.
- Tony: *Picking the knives again.* .... Yeah. ... Together.
THANK YOU 450 FOLLOWERS!
- Loki: *He sits in the same chair Tony had seen him last, a large mug of mead in one hand which is already so-out-of-character for him that the tension boiling in Tony only heightens at the sight. Even after drinking so much, Loki only slurs the tiniest amount. It's almost unnoticeable, but Tony's an expert in slurring.*
- Tony:
- Loki: ..... If you insist on returning to me...... then I suggest you allow yourself to overcome what "/morals/" you seem to believe you still have. *He takes a sip of mead.* ...... Because, looking from here, there does not seem to be any left.
- Tony: *He stands there, watching him. The candlelight flickers in the room, illuminating the books and ornaments Loki must have thrown before; in his anger.*
- Loki: *The mug in his hand almost slips when he straightens but he catches it in time, raising an eyebrow at Tony.* Did you come for something, or are you simply here to stand and stare? I'm sure there is much to stare at, but I can assure you. I've been brought much /lower/ before. *Another sip.* ...... So you can save your comments.
- Tony: *His blank expression doesn't change, and he swallows past the lump in his throat. He crosses the room toward the mess Loki had caused, turns away from Loki, and slowly bends to pick up a book.* ..... you get angry, or something?
- Loki: *Darkly.* ...... What do you think.
- Tony: *He drops the book, with his back still to Loki, and nibbles lightly on the skin of his forefinger as he speaks.* Thought we talked about your throwing tendencies.
- Loki: And I thought you said you were not coming /back/.....
- Tony: *His back straightens at the sound of Loki getting up, but he doesn't move or turn around.* ..... I wasn't. I wasn't going to come back.
- Loki: *Walking toward Tony.* But.
- Tony:
- Loki: *Bitterly.* ..... But something happened with your team. Didn't it. Something upset you. *He begins to speak in a mockingly light voice.* And now, here you /are/ again.....! Looking to me for the comfort you /think/ you deserve...... *He's standing behind Tony now.*
- Tony: *The lump in his throat swells at the tone of Loki's voice.* I'm sorry you feel that way.
- Loki: *He punches the wall, his knuckles just skimming Tony's ear.* No you're not. You never are.
- Tony: *He's standing rigid, staring at Loki's fist buried in the wall.* ...... do you want me to leave?
- Loki: Yes. *He pulls his hand out, and grabs Tony's shoulders, spinning him around.*
- Tony: *He lets him, and stares up at Loki. His face still blank.*
- Loki: I want you to leave, as you swore you would. You said you'd never come back, so /never/. Come. Back.
- Tony: *He stares at Loki, still not moving.*
- Loki: *He lets go of one of Tony's shoulders to reach behind him for the mead.*
- Tony: *He places a hand on the rim of the mug before Loki can put it to his lips.* Stop drinking.
- Loki: Don't tell me what to do.
- :
- Tony: *Softly.* ...... Stop drinking. And put the mug down.
- Loki: *He stares at Tony, his breathing quickening as though he's a second close to exploding or attacking Tony.*
- Tony:
- Loki: *He drops the mug. It doesn't shatter, and only rolls away, spilling the mead over the carpet. *
- Tony:
- Loki: .... I swore....
- Tony: Yeah....?
- Loki: .... I swore that if you came back....
- Tony:
- Loki: .... If you came back, I'd kill you.
- :
- Tony: *Slowly, he reaches up and places his hands on either side of Loki's neck.* ..... Tell me you love me.
- Loki: *He chokes in the back of his throat, visibly restraining either a scream or a sob. He fights back the answer for as long as he can.* ...... I love you.
- Tony: *He whispers.* ...... Then don't kill me.
- Loki: *He swallows audibly, looking down.*
- Tony: *He catches Loki's lips just as he does, and kisses him gently.* Tell me what you want.
- Loki: *He breathes against Tony's lips, the smell of mead still so strong.* ..... you. I want you. All of you.
- Tony: Then take.
- Loki: *He lets Tony push him back, placing his hands on Tony's hips.* ...... You are using me.... *Bitterly.* Do I /satisfy/ you enough?
- Tony: *He kisses Loki again, still pushing him back.*
- Loki: *He falls back into the chair, letting Tony straddle him. Still kissing. He breaks the kiss, wide eyed, and almost vulnerable in his drunkenness.* ..... do /you/ love me?
- Tony: *He stares at Loki sadly.*
- Loki:
- Tony: *He slides down to occupy his mouth with something else, distracting Loki enough that he forgets the question he'd asked. He shuts his eyes, and pretends the tears pricking behind them are because of Loki's grip in his hair.*
- : *He doesn't answer the question. And he doesn't stay the night.*
