Sometimes, Loki just doesn't think some of his plans through as much as he should. For example: He overhears one Tony Stark mentioning the thought of having kids terrifies him. Most people would think seducing Tony for the sole purpose of getting pregnant with his kid just for the Lolz would be going too far. Turns out, Tony is only terrified at first... once he gets used to the idea though... His fantastic awesome prank now backfired in his face, Loki wants to go pout (and maybe raise the little hellspawn a Loki/Tony combination is sure to be) and be miserable. Now, Tony has to seduce his Baby Mama to come back so they can raise their hellspawn together/in shared custody/not to be a evil magic-using, super genius (Good magic-using, super genius is fine though.) Bonus Points for Thor trying to get a shotgun wedding going.

o in Thrymskivida from norse myth, the frost giant Thrym gains possession of Mjolnir and demands Freyja in return (then cross-dressing and hilarity ensues, but I digress...). I want a fic where Thrym demands Loki as a consort. Odin's like "Pppffff, your funeral, man' and poor Loki gets bundled off to Jotunheim. I'd love some cultural relativism here - Thrym expects Loki to be very grateful that he 'saved' him from the Asgardians (because the Jotuns think of them as Those Warmongering Brutes and their own realm as the centre of all culture and learning).

When Kris starts feeling sick he's sure the only place he can go to for answers is a place he swore he'd never return to. With his boyfriend Adam by his side, he makes the trip back to the town where he grew up. His mother welcomes him back with open arms but when she learns about Kris' illness, she decides it's time he knew the truth about their people.

“See? I need my daisy crown or I won’t get Chased.” Stiles frowned. “And then I’ll have to do it again next year. I really don’t want to do it twice.” The good and the bad of getting Caught this year included not having to do it again and the bad was he’d have a werewolf mate for the rest of his life. Stiles is seventeen. He has a lot of life to live. Unless his wolfy mate has no sense of humor or a temper. Those with no sense of humor and tempers tended to hate Stiles the most and wouldn’t that suck? Being tied to someone for the rest of his life who hates him. That actually sounds like his type of luck. “You’ll be fine.” Allison beams because she’s a sweet person and can obviously read Stiles like a picture book aimed at toddlers. Aconitum: She weaves wolfsbane in her hair to throw off the scent, but the underlying smell of mate and mine is still there. Based off of hoars' fic Festival of Red and basically me just wanting to see more Pyida interaction.

Harry Potter -- Boy-Who-Lived, Chosen One, and . . . well . . . werewolf -- has returned to Hogwarts (at Hermione’s insistence) to finish his education. On top of classes and homework, he’s living in a tent (again) and helping to run the weekly HOWL -- Hogwarts Organisation for the Welfare of Lycanthropes -- meetings. What’s more, there’s something odd about Malfoy . . .

Phil looked at Clint, lowering his weapon, devastation clear on his face for a fraction of a second. Devastation for what Clint had done, or devastation for what he’d suffered Clint wasn’t sure. He squared his shoulders regardless. “People like to say that blood smells like iron, but it doesn’t. Blood smells like blood, and sometimes there’s no way around it and no room to regret it.”