The Happy Ending Meme (or) The Person I Need Meme

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The Happy Ending Meme -or- The Person I Need Meme

Boy, the characters we love sure go through a lot, don't they? Epic battles, crapsack worlds, evil villains...or maybe they are the evil villains, no judgement here...or the terrible dreck of mundane living. It's rough out there. And don't even get me started on romantic relationships! It's dead love interests and forever alones all around if it's not will-they-won't-they shenanigans. Now, it's time to kill those two birds with one stone. Yes, that's right. Your characters will be getting the happy ending that they deserve (or don't, whichever), with the person they need to make them happy. Or as happy as they can be. The catch? Well, what you want isn't always what you need. Maybe your character's idea of their happy ending, I.E. being surrounded by the corpses of their dead enemies, isn't exactly the most healthy of things. Instead, what they'll be getting is what will lead them into being a more stable person in the long run. But who knows? If your character's ideal is domestic bliss, that may be what they get...if's that what they need. The same thing applies to the person they've come together with, somehow, the person who will share their happy ending with. Your character's mouth may say their dream girl is "buxom stripper who will follow my every whim," but what they REALLY need to ground them is a nice girl who won't put up with their crap, or someone kind but plain - You get the picture. Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first; sometimes, the first thing you want never comes. But that doesn't mean your ending can't be happy. HOW TO PLAY Comment with your character and your preferences (m/m, m/f, f/f, etc). You may also want to mention if smut is cool with you or not. BE SURE IN YOUR COMMENT to include what your character needs, describing the kind of person, etc, so people who are not canon-familiar or those who aren't sure what you'd like will know. Blank comments won't be deleted, but they're not encouraged. Play fluff - or whatever passes for fluff. Contentment, maybe? Comfort?

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[treachery]

[ Loki-king, Thor calls him, even when they are comfortable in their solitude. Loki has spent his life crafting lie after lie, folding each falsehood into the next until he managed to construct a staircase unto itself. And so he climbed out of the gloom that surrounded his birth, reaching further than even his golden ideal of a brother had managed. The silvertongue, now king and lord and benefactor of all things great and small.

And yet —

Loki-king.

The spell had not gone awry. He knows this. But there are always sacrifices to be made for the greater good, and this is one of them: the camaraderie that once ran bright as a sunlit river between the wayward sons of Odin. It burns still, but it is a flicker of candlelight rather than the roaring hearth that it had once been. This is not the Thor who would snatch fistfuls of Loki's cloak in order to drag him upon another hunt. This is not the Thor who had slammed him against a pillar, the callouses of his palm rough against Loki's mouth. ]

Mother's lilac garden requires weeding.

[ says Loki, the sly cut of his gaze belying his amusement. He shreds a morsel of bread between finger and thumb, scattering the crumbs across his plate. Idle hands, but never an idle mind. ]

Can I entrust you with a task of such import?

[beworthy]

[ Thor knows himself now the vassal to Loki's kingship, just the sort of might and authority a sovereign requires in the carrying out of duty and law. They have made order together, he and his brother, Sif, the Warriors Three, the armies of Asgard, they have quieted all the realms and brought them into rule and harmony, and if he feels himself set apart from Loki now as brother, he thinks it only the natural order of the estrangedness of a king. Did not Odin, from time to time, gaze down from the throne with the eyes of a stranger, judge his sons with the heart of a lord?

Though the gleam of mischief in Loki's eyes is familiar, and the laughter that rises in his own chest. ] Come, Loki, that does not serve. Put some pageboy to the task; Mother would-- [ But there the laughter fades, and though his lips curve the smile is tinged with sadness. ] Well, perhaps Mother would be pleased to have me see to it. Have you visited her garden of late?