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So as to not spam my flist with long, non-lj cut notes, see warnings and notes on the previous part.

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Tony was grateful that he passed out soon after that, because admitting the reason why his eyes had gone blurry was on his top ten list of things he never wanted to do in his life. He slept through thirty-six hours and a blood transfusion, worrying the other Avengers to no end. It was a pretty nice surprise to see all of them in his hospital room upon waking, though. Even if he did get yelled at.

No one mentioned his time linked to the unicorn, and he never quite met Steve's eyes.

Bruce stayed after the others had left, handing him the fragment of alicorn that had been lodged in his shoulder and telling him it was the only thing that remained of any of the creatures they fought after Reed Richards had fixed the portal problem. Then he gave Tony a hug, because Bruce was awesome and understood, no matter how much Tony denied it, and he let Tony babble about the kinds of tests he'd run over the horn fragment as he held it close against the arc reactor.

Pepper got him a swanky cane to match the sling that she and Bruce bullied him into wearing, which was all Tony needed to force his and Bruce's way out of the medical ward, because, God, they were depressing places. Tony Stark was through with depressing right now. He was fine, the poison was out of Bruce's system, and look, he's even wearing the goddamned sling. No reason to keep him there.

The medical personnel eventually admitted they were out-classed by Tony's pimping cane and let him go with a few pain meds that Tony proceeded to ignore in favor of alcohol and actually being able to think. It was worth the dark look Pepper gave him, and sure, it hurt, but touching the small fragment he kept hidden in his pocket dulled some of the pain. The last thing he wanted was pain medication messing with his head and ending up maudlin. He'd had more than enough of things messing with his emotions for a while.

Therefore the best thing to do was to throw himself into his and Natasha's 'date' the moment he got back to the tower. Sadly, only Thor showed up for some sexy techboner funtimes. The tech-orgy turned tech-threesome was fantastic, however, so it was everyone else's loss. Teamwork should be fun like that all the time!

With Tony's computer expertise and Natasha's nightmare inducing suggestions, General Ross would not be messing with one of their team mates any time soon. Because of Tony's arm being in the sling, they were both surprised to find out that Thor was a decently competent typist. Tony pondered that as his good hand kept going back to the alicorn fragment, touching the now smoothed edges. He came to the conclusion that poli-sci major who followed Thor's girlfriend around had had a hand in it.

His thoughts kept moving back to the fragment. Would the unicorn have died if General Ross had kept his grubby hands off his science bro? Tony took a few more of Natasha's suggestions to heart while dictating the code.

He needed time down in his workshop, no matter what Bruce or Pepper said. Pushing the unicorn out of his mind even if he couldn't seem to let go of the horn fragment, Tony forced himself to whistle as he headed for the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Denial was an awesome coping method, if he did say so himself.

So intent on not thinking about things was he that Tony didn't notice Clint and Steve were in the living room until it was too late. Clint was waving him over gleefully, while Steve looked like he'd just swallowed a bug. Not that Tony spared Steve more than a quick glance. "Stark! Come back me up on this!" Clint said with a lazy grin.

"Hourly rates apply, Barton. You can't afford my consultation fees," Tony said, hiding behind a smirk as he calculated the chances of Clint dragging him back in the room for whatever was going on. Clint was too smug. His chances weren't good.

A quick glance at Steve told him what this was about. The good captain was turning an interesting shade of red and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else other than in a room with Tony in it. Normally, Tony would be all over a round of Cap-baiting. Right now, he just wanted his coffee so he could hide in his workshop for a week.

"Forget the rates, Stark. This is our patriotic duty," Clint insisted dryly, placing a hand over his heart.

Internally, Tony sighed. This would go quicker if he played along. He limped over and leaned over the couch with his best PR smile. "Do tell."

"We need to get Cap laid," Clint explained, like this was a sacred duty he was appalled at Tony for forgetting. "The man's a ninety-year old virgin, and that's just unacceptable."

Steve looked miserable, and all Tony could think of as his fingers brushed the horn was how much he'd wanted Steve to smile while he was linked to the unicorn. "I've already told you, I don't want to just 'get laid' or whatever the slang is now. I want to wait for..." Steve trailed off, that lost expression on his face again. "I wanted to wait for the right partner."

Tony Stark was done with depressing things. Seriously done. Which means this conversation? Not gonna happen, at least not the way Clint had planned. "Sounds like a valid reason to me. Drop it, Clint."

Jaws dropped, if not the conversation topic. That was enough to regain something closer to a real smile from Tony. There was always no small amount of glee to be gained when he managed to shock and surprise people.

"Wait, back up a second," Clint said once his brain got over the shock. "Tony Stark, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist, doesn't think Cap needs to have his cherry popped? Did that unicorn mind-meld do something to your head?"

All Tony had to do was close his eyes and see Steve cradling the small, broken body. He could still feel the pain in his broken collarbone as if the horn were still lodged in it. Cold replaced the glee as he went into full press mode. "That's 100% Tony Stark. No unicorns, rainbows, or magical friendship included."

"Nuh-uh. Don't believe you." Clint dropped right back into teasing, this time with a new target. "I think you need to get your head checked again."

"I like sex," Tony started, smiling lewdly, because hey, maybe he's up for a bit of Cap baiting after all. "I like being touched. I like being surrounded and filled, and I like having someone's arms around me, clinging to me as we lift off. It's the only feeling as good as flying."

Steve had been awfully quiet through the conversation considering he was the topic, watching Tony like he was something surprising and new that he'd never seen before. Now, however, it returned to his normal blushing glare of disapproval. Clint just laughed. "What's wrong, Stark? Daddy not hug you enough?"

Again, the words hit Tony deep, but he smiled easily with years of practice as his fingers slipped into his pocket again to touch the horn fragment (not becoming a habit, really, it's not. He wasn't relying on the damned thing for comfort, and he had enough of a nervous tick tapping at the reactor). Clint would have to have been born around the same time as Steve to catch Tony off his guard. "You better believe it, Cupid." Unfortunately, Steve's frown was less disapproval and more... something Tony probably didn't want to think about or listen to a lecture on, so he dropped the grin and went right in for the hit, his eyes growing cold as he went on. "Do you know what happens when someone is peer-pressured into sex, Barton? I'm all for a good, consensual time to be had by all. I don't like girls bursting into tears before, after, or during because they didn't really want it in the first place and are only there because someone else pressured them into it."

This time, Clint's grin slid off and he didn't meet either Steve's or Tony's eyes. "That happened to you, didn't it?" Steve asked quietly after a few moments of silence.

"Only once," Tony replied, thinking back to the girl. A real beauty, with golden curls and keen green eyes. He didn't remember her name, but he remembered those eyes. "I stopped immediately once I realized what was going on. She was asexual, but her friends convinced her that she just hadn't tried sex yet and didn't know how good it was. By the time we found a bedroom, she was convinced there was something wrong with her since she couldn't even feel attracted to me, sexiest guy on Earth. Which, granted, is a point, since everyone should be attracted to me." Tony winked at this, gesturing wide with the cane as he leaned his weight on his good foot.

That got a disapproving sigh from Steve, and Clint finally looked up at him, shaking his head lightly. Tony had to think for a moment where he'd left his point before jumping right back in. "But a sexually frustrated evening spent sleeping on the couch was a lot better than knowing someone was terrified and hating every moment of the sex. It doesn't matter why someone doesn't want sex, it matters that they don't want it. If Cap says he doesn't want it right now, then drop it. I'm sure he'll find the 'right partner' in his own time." And Tony had made damned sure after that with all his other partners. He'd learned tells and watched carefully, because he didn't want to think about what would happen if he'd gone through with it. Plus, he hated it when women cried. Sleeping on the couch (the couch) after calming down a pair of beautiful green eyes in case she had more tears for waking up in a strange bed had sucked. Especially since his couch back then had been more for looks than for comfort.

"Didn't think about it like that," Clint said with a soft shrug. "Sorry, man. Next time tell me when I'm being an idiot."

"You're always an idiot, Barton!" Tony said cheerfully as Steve said "It's fine."

Steve was looking at Tony with another odd expression on his face, which was Tony's cue to make a hasty retreat for coffee. "Awesome. Great. With that out of the way, I need coffee. Later."

He hobbled his way to the kitchen, staring at the coffee machine gloomily once he made it there. As he said, great. Fantastic. Feelings. Just what he'd been trying to avoid. He pulled the alicorn fragment out of his pocket and looked it over, but all he could see was the broken body of the creature he'd been mentally linked to. A creature who stood for purity and virginity. How was this his life? He felt like he should be insulted that the unicorn only liked virgins, but couldn't muster the heart to really grump over it.

Tony huffed and tried to retain his earlier good cheer as he made a fist around the broken horn. He grabbed his favorite mug and started the wonderful sound of coffee percolating.

The thing was, after being linked to it? Tony understood, at least in terms of purity if not virginity. The other Avengers didn't quite see things the way he did, but unbelievable as it was, the unicorn had. Unicorns were symbols of purity, sure, but not because of itself. That unicorn had blood on its horn long before it impaled itself in Tony Stark. It protected that which was pure, because it wasn't pure itself. Though it had a pretty messed up notion of pure if a requirement was to be a virgin. That was a bit too pervy even for Tony, and he'd known enough pure people who weren't virgins. Not to mention there were probably some virgins that were complete jackasses, so it was a pretty crappy way to scientifically measure purity.

Perhaps he really needed to stop applying logic to mythical creatures before he'd had his coffee.

Tony mentally cataloged the number of times he'd taken the bullet for Steve, or for any of the other Avengers, in the handful of weeks they since they had started this gig, and came to the conclusion he wasn't all that dissimilar. He didn't give a flip either way if Steve was a virgin, but Steve was definitely special. He was good in all the ways Tony wasn't, and sometimes... sometimes, more and more often, Tony felt like Steve being here in this time could make him better. That Tony could be better, even if he didn't like admitting that Steve was the cause. The unicorn had given its life for the same reason Tony would have, to save someone who was better.

He was debating the pros and cons of taking off the sling and putting the workshop in full lock down (Pro: Armor gets fixed and probably fantastically upgraded. Con: Pepper and Bruce will kill him and put his head on a pike as an example of why not to cross them the moment he took the workshop out of lock down. And that was only if they were feeling merciful, because what they could do to him while keeping him alive? It would give Natasha nightmares), when he heard someone clear his throat. "Stark."

"Cap," Tony said in reply, picking up the coffee with his other hand (Okay, so not wanting to let go of the horn was a little pathetic, but it was making his bad hand feel better, damn it) instead of turning around. He mourned the lack of his given name, which he'd been too loopy on the unicorn mind-meld to fully appreciate earlier. He ignored the sling and took a sip before responding, noting how cool it was in comparison to how hot it should have been. How long had he been standing there, staring at the damned coffee machine while lost in thought? Tony resolutely pushed his thoughts away until he was alone again. "What can I do you for? Someone else you'd like me to defend your virtue to?"

"I don't need anyone to-" Here it comes, one of their fights. And they'd been doing so well this week too.

Except Steve cut himself off and took a deep breath. Tony turned around this time to see Steve visibly collecting himself. He waited, watching in fascination as Steve reigned his temper in. "I never know what to think of you," Steve said finally.

"The worst, usually. That's what everyone else does." Tony didn't even mind anymore. He'd had more than enough practice living with other people's disappointment.

Any remaining lines of frustration in Steve's body were replaced by something Tony really didn't want to examine too deeply. Pity mixed with guilt was a nauseating combination and meant that Tony's stay in the kitchen was five minutes too long.

He rolled the horn fragment in his hand as he considered another retreat. Steve was blocking the doorway, however. All Tony could do was fidget off his bad leg and drink his coffee as he waited for whatever lecture Steve deemed fit to give. He hoped he wouldn't gag on the talk before he could get to his workshop.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, thinking through his words before speaking. Tony almost envied the ability, except he couldn't think of a time when he'd willingly use it, even if he did have a filter. "It's just... I thought that out of everyone, you'd tease me the most about this."

Now that, that Tony could respond to without going into feelings. "Whoa, Cap. Who said anything about not teasing you? This is way too good to let you live down. Unicorns get high on your all-American goodness. I've only just gotten out of medical, so don't get your star spangled panties in a twist thinking I've ignored you. Just let me get some caffeine in my system and I'll put Barton to shame."

Instead of rising to the bait, Steve actually smiled fondly. Tony had to hold the coffee mug in front of him to hide his shock, wondering if maybe the unicorn hadn't done something to Steve as well. "But you won't try to change me like Clint," he stated confidently.

"Nope," Tony agreed warily, not certain where Steve was taking this. "I can't expect you guys to be okay with my sleeping around the block if I can't accept that the other side of celibacy is equally valid. I'm a man-whore, not a hypocrite, at least not with this. Not my thing, sure, and you're really missing out on a whole world of fantastic orgasms, by the way, but it's your choice, not mine." And Tony knew his life choices generally weren't the greatest anyway, so who was he to judge?

"Congratulations, Cap. Your dark age moral sensibilities literally saved this poor, wretched sinner. I probably wouldn't have survived if you hadn't managed to calm the unicorn down." He smiled, easing into the joke with practiced grace as he held the tip of the horn that much tighter. It was as close to a thank you that Steve was going to get, and he should be grateful for even that much. Tony could at least acknowledge that it wasn't just anyone who would put up with a clingy, virgin-high team mate.

If Steve heard the unspoken thanks, he didn't let on, which Tony was privately glad of. "I really don't understand you sometimes," Steve said, shaking his head. Tony just shrugged, because Steve was far from the first. "But I think I should be trying a lot harder than I have been. I'm sorry for taking this long to understand that."

Steve was-What was Tony supposed to do with such an earnest apology? He gripped the coffee mug tighter as he fought to keep his expression neutral. What the hell? He needed alcohol to deal with a conversation like this, because coffee was not cutting it. "Don't sweat it, Cap," he said, starting to wave it off with his good arm before remembering he was still clutching at the horn. He slipped it back into his pocket with a slight of the hand to hide it from Steve. "I'm more of a headache than it's worth, and you'd need at least five courses in engineering to even begin to understand everything that comes out of-"


He felt his eyes widen in surprise before he could control the reaction. Tony hated being on the other end of surprises, no matter how nice it was to hear his name. He only used everyone's given name in the safety of his own head for a reason, after all. People always wanted more distance from him than he did from them. "Yeah?" he asked, his voice mostly natural.

Steve plucked the coffee mug out of his hands and that was all the warning Tony got before arms carefully, but firmly, wrapped around him. "Steve?" Okay, that tremor in his voice was completely unacceptable, and he needed to get a grip and - Hello, Captain America's pectoral muscles. Damn. Those were... well, Thor's were out of this world, technically, but Steve's weren't far behind. Those were nice, very nice, and he could get used to the biceps around him, if this was going to become A Thing. God, he hoped so.

Steve's arms tightened around him, though they were careful of his bad shoulder. The hug wasn't as all encompassing as one of Thor's (There was a reason Thor was his favorite, because those bear hugs? Totally awesome and all sorts of amazing), but it was warm and very... very Steve. Special. A different sort of good from Thor's, and it was feeding his affection addiction like crazy. Tony was surprised to find he enjoyed the hug more now than when he was mind-melded to the unicorn. He didn't really think he'd enjoy a hug from Steve like this. Well, there goes that hypothesis.

"Thank you," Steve said simply.

"What for?"

"For not wanting to change me." Tony was about to point out that any attempt on his part to change Steve would more than likely end with the stick farther up Steve's ass, but his breath ghosted over Tony's ear and that kept his mouth from running if just to hide the slight hitch in his own breathing. His leg was starting to hurt from standing too long, but he couldn't work up the will to pull away. Except Steve apparently wasn't done talking. "And you don't have to hide that you're hurting. I'd like to help."

That was enough to wake Tony up and attempt to put some space between them, but Steve wasn't having it. "My shoulder's fine," Tony snapped as he leaned away from that perfect chest. "And my leg should be better in-"

"That's not what I meant, Tony." And yeah, thanks. Tony got that. He didn't need help though. He didn't need... Ah, who was he kidding, of course he did, but that didn't mean Tony Stark was going to admit it. He was putting his foot- okay, not putting his foot down, because that actually hurt. Ow. Note to self, stomp with the non-wounded leg.

Steve chuckled as Tony worked up a glare. "Natasha's right. You won't admit it, will you? Then what if I said I was also hurting because of the unicorn's death and wanted a hug?"

"That... that might be acceptable. Maybe. If the variables don't include the word 'also,' because I don't need-"

"Shut up, Stark," Steve said, with more fondness than bite in his voice.

Hesitantly, Tony returned the hug with his good arm, and he let himself relax. He could still feel the piece of horn in his pocket, and his throat constricted as he closed his eyes. Leaning forward against Steve, Tony supposed it was alright, so long as Steve needed it too.

"What I still don't understand is why it-Er, sorry. We didn't mean to interrupt."

Tony felt like one of Thor's lightning strikes had hit him square in the reactor as soon as he heard Bruce's voice, and he tried to jump back. Terrible idea, considering jumping only made his leg hurt worse, but Steve held him in place anyway. "No problem," Steve responded without any embarrassment (which really wasn't fair at all), giving Tony a final squeeze as Natasha raised an eyebrow at both of them. He still wouldn't let go of Tony, though, helping him limp over to the kitchen table with a hand at the small of his back. Tony couldn't decide if he wanted to resolutely ignore the feeling or lean into it.

He hissed in pain as he sat down, but it was a relief to take the weight off his bad leg. Steve gave him a pat on the shoulder before moving away, and Tony definitely did not miss the contact. At all. Really.

Maybe a little.

"Sure the mental link with the unicorn was broken, Stark?" Natasha asked skeptically, though he'd known her long enough now to see her lips were twitching into a slight smile.

"Positive. Without a doubt. When have I ever been wrong?" Tony answered, reclaiming some of his usual charm. He shoved his hand into his pocket and ran a finger down the smooth horn. "Absolutely pos-"

Apparently, he spoke too soon. Steve was reheating Tony's coffee and bringing both it and his cane over to him, throwing him off again. How the hell was he supposed to respond to someone being nice to him? That never usually happened unless someone wanted something from him, and Steve wasn't the sort of person to do anything like that. Admittedly, snark was his usual fallback for anything surprising, but Steve's smile, which was one again directed at Tony, made any cutting remark feel unpatriotic. And... he had wanted Steve to smile more.

"Positive," Tony finished, wanting the weirdness to end. This was why he didn't do feelings, it always threw him off. "Um, thanks," he muttered as Steve set the reheated coffee in front of him.

"What were you asking about when you came in, Dr. Banner?" Steve asked, innocently directing the topic away so that Tony could get a proper hold of himself. It was almost disturbing, this sudden change in Steve's attitude toward him. Tony was going to have to reclassify a lot of reactions if this kept up, and it was too early to tell if he really minded or not.

Bruce pulled up a chair next to Tony and ruffled his hair. He received a scowl in return, but Bruce understood how those sorts of things affected Tony and could get away with it so long as he didn't fuss. Science bros were the best. "Just trying to figure out why the dragon kept attacking you in particular, Captain," Bruce responded.

"That's easy," Tony cut in, taking his hand out of his pocket to take a drink of his coffee. "Haven't you heard the song?"

'Which one?" Bruce asked, frowning slightly.

Tony grinned as everyone looked at him expectantly. This time he really was back in his game. He did, after all, promise Cap a proper teasing and he was getting behind on schedule. "You know, the one with the dragon's retort to the age old question? Virgins do taste better than those who are not."

That earned him a laugh out of Natasha, a small smile from Bruce, and a long-suffering sigh from Steve. Slipping his hand back in his pocket again, Tony's fingers danced along the point of the horn and he decided. These people? He could be a team player for them, every so often. But only on Sundays, or the occasional day when Steve doesn't mind leaving his hand on Tony's shoulder. And sometimes? Sometimes he might do it just to keep Steve smiling.


Memory: So, yeah.  Hopefully, protest fic got across what I wanted it to.  Also, I'll admit to taking some small amount of sadistic pleasure in killing the unicorn.  Mostly because the mental image of Steve cradling it's broken body?  Far too good to pass up, no matter how much my beta readers cry at me.  XD  And my apologies to Clint fans.  I really did try with his characterization, but he kept wanting to be more like EMH no matter how much I needed him to be movie verse.  I'm not sure if the end result succeeded.  Sigh.  This is my first Avengers fic, so please do let me know if the characterization works.

If you are curious about the song mentioned at the end, you can find it here on youtube.  Yes, that is the second time I've used that joke.  No, I don't feel any remorse for using it twice. 

For the quote of the fic, I'm stealing the one Nar gave me on celibacy (which doesn't necessarily mean virginal, but hey.  I couldn't find any good virgin quotes).  Because it is awesome. 

Quote of the Fic:

"And it is precisely the skills of celibate friendship--fostering intimacy through letters, conversation, performing mundane tasks together (thus rendering them pleasurable), savoring the simplicity of a shared meal, or a walk together at dusk--that can help a marriage survive the rough spots. When you can't make love physically, you figure out other ways to do it."
-Kathleen Norris, "Celibate Passion." The Cloister Walk.



( 24 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 4th, 2012 06:20 pm (UTC)
This is wonderful. I've never been that fond of the virginity has to be gotten rid of or is wrong idea.

The connection with the unicorn was great and I love Tony's thought about unicorn's having a bad method of measuring the pure.

The whole dragon thing caught me by surprise but I should of gotten the eating virgin thing earlier.
Sep. 4th, 2012 06:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you! And I've honestly never seen anything actively dissing it in this fandom, though there are a lot of fics 'fixing' the problem, so to speak. I just wanted one fic where Steve's virginity comes up and he stays that way at the end through his own choice. And since I couldn't find one, I decided to write it myself.

The unicorns methods are terrible and pervy. Tony should know, considering he's pretty pervy himself. XD Honestly though, I had a lot of fun with the unicorn mind-meld. Probably more than I should have.

I really just couldn't resist with the dragon thing. <3

Thank you so much for the comments!
Sep. 4th, 2012 07:30 pm (UTC)
While not exactly what you were talking about, try out CauldronofDoom's Freely Given. It deals with sex pollen attack on Tony while Steve and him still haven't had sex. Instead of them falling in bed like the trope typically does, she choose a different path for her story. :D
Sep. 4th, 2012 08:13 pm (UTC)
Hm, that is odd. Not sure why lj decided that was spam. I've un-spammed it, since I am all for awesome fic recs! Especially ones with Tony supporting it. Thanks for reccing it!
Sep. 4th, 2012 07:31 pm (UTC)
Weird it said the previous comment I made was spam, but it still shows... Let me know if you can't see it.
Sep. 4th, 2012 07:23 pm (UTC)
I feel warm.
This is beautiful ♥
Sep. 4th, 2012 08:07 pm (UTC)
Re: I feel warm.
Thank you!
Sep. 5th, 2012 01:38 am (UTC)
Great story!
Thanks for writing this. I really liked Tony's views on Steve's virginity and pressuring people into sex. The unicorn and Tony's reaction to it was perfect! I'd love to know exactly what Natasha's ideas were for General Ross.
Sep. 5th, 2012 02:30 am (UTC)
Re: Great story!
Thanks for commenting! I'll admit I put more than a few of my words in Tony's mouth at that point... Just switching the perspective around a little.

You really don't want to know what her ideas for General Ross were. Tony doesn't want to know. He knows he got the short version and that she and Hawkeye will disappear for a week or two after this whole mess is settled. But because he likes what little sleep he actually gets, he sticks with some of her more mild ideas on viruses and other ways to make the General completely paranoid.

Thanks again for the comments!
Sep. 5th, 2012 03:21 am (UTC)
Downright unbelievable that this is your first Avengers fic. Your characterizations were spot-on, especially Tony's snarkiness. Not to mention that the entire fic was just perfectly written, from the dramatic dragon-fight to the heart-wrenching unicorn death-scene (which actually made me gasp; I wanted it to ride off into the artificially induced portal-sunset, but I'm a sucker for happy endings).
Thank you for a thoroughly enjoyable read - I will definitely peruse your other stories now.
Oh, and Thank You for spelling Mjölnir with an "ö". I've been waiting for someone to do that...;)
Greetings from Dany
Sep. 5th, 2012 03:42 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm always so nervous the first fic I write in a fandom. It's so hard to judge your handle on characterization when you're not used to the characters, and that's always been one of the central pillars of my writing.

I'll admit, it's been a long while since I've been given an excuse to write a good action scene. I think that's part of the reason I was suddenly on board with writing this fic once the dragon decided it was going to be in the fic. The two scenes between Tony and Steve after were the first thing I'd thought of and I'd been a bit on the fence about actually writing it until the dragon and the unicorn came up. Sadly, the unicorn did have to die to appease the Tension and Story gods. I don't think either of my beta readers have quite forgiven me for it yet, but it did have to be done in order for the last section (which, as stated, was my whole reason for writing it) to not fall flat.

As for Mjölnir's spelling... One of my betas is a huge Norse myth buff. If I'd had spelled it any other way, I wouldn't have heard the end of it. XD

Thank you for your compliments! I'm really glad you enjoyed the story!
Sep. 5th, 2012 10:57 pm (UTC)
I love this so hard. Characterizations = amazing.

Also, Ramoth. Favorite ever.

I may leave a more coherent response later, but...maybe not. ^^;
Sep. 5th, 2012 11:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

Well, if you're going to have a golden dragon, it'd be silly not to have a Ramoth reference. XD And I do so like the gold ones.

Thanks again for the comments!
Sep. 6th, 2012 08:11 pm (UTC)
Loved it! Loved the way the relationships between Tony and Steve and everyone else worked. :-)
Sep. 6th, 2012 08:30 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Sep. 21st, 2012 03:43 pm (UTC)
This story was awesome!! I loved it so much!! I feel that Tony is the kind of person you describe in the movies, and this story just rocked with it!! Steve is so nice, so cute, so sad, I just loved it!! And all the catch phrases?? Awesome!!

I hope you continue writing in this fandom, since you now only made a great story but stated an idea that I think is really important, peer pressure is never good!!

Also, you gave me chance to use my only unicorn icon!! hugs!! Be well
Sep. 21st, 2012 09:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed it! Tony was a lot of fun to write, so it's good his characterization worked. As for Steve, I did enjoy tormenting him a bit. I don't think he quite knew what to do with the unicorn, once it found him, but they were both out of their worlds, and he had his own sort of empathy with it. Not, obviously, like Tony had, but enough to have Unicorn feels. XD

Well, I did start a Avengers kinkmeme response a while ago, but it's taken a back seat to one of my Who series that has picked up. So we'll see if I ever get back to it.

It's pretty rare I put a moral into a story, but protest fics tend to bring that out in me. And I'm really glad I wrote this one.

Appropriate icon is appropriate. XD

Thanks again for the comments!
Oct. 8th, 2012 11:24 am (UTC)
That was INCREDIBLY fun! Any chance you'll be writing more fic for the Avengers? =D

(Adding this to my memories. Also, out of curiosity, do you by any chance have an A03 account? I'm hoping to download this onto my ereader.)
Oct. 8th, 2012 02:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it! As to more Avenger fic... Well, I've got a fill started for Avengerskink that I don't know if I'll finish. And the start of a long fic I'm also not entirely sure if it's worth the trouble for. But I am considering the Cap-Ironman secret santa that was mentioned in the com a while back, so we'll see. It's a distinct possibility at this point.

As to an AO3 account... I'm supposedly getting one on the 15th of this month, according to the site. So hopefully it shall be up on there sometime soon. Thank you again for the comments and interest!
Oct. 8th, 2012 02:25 pm (UTC)
I will wildly hope for more fic from you! =D

(I was going to try and send you an A03 invite, but the option doesn't seem to exist any more.) What pseud would you be using at A03?
Oct. 8th, 2012 02:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you again!

It's all good. I've already done the several month wait thing through the waiting list, and according to the site I should be getting my own invite sometime next week. It'll get here eventually. Thanks for trying though!
Oct. 8th, 2012 04:42 pm (UTC)
Also, I just realized I forgot to answer your question. Sorry 'bout that. I should be using Memory Dragon on AO3, provided it's available. Either that or dragonofmemory.
Jan. 9th, 2013 12:35 am (UTC)
Let me get this out of the way: Awwwwwwww.

Next, I love your take on the virginity thing. I have always been fond of Steve's insistence on the right partner, and I really like that you have Tony be c'est la vie about it.

Third, this is hilarious as well as vivid, which I mention together because it takes vivid writing to get that picture of Tony and unicorn cuddling Steve.
Jan. 9th, 2013 12:56 am (UTC)
HA! Someone's not blaming me for the Unicorn death for once. I shall point to you next time Nar or Cy blame me for killing all things good in the world. XD It's not my fault they can't forgive me.

Oh, virginity kink. It's one of those things that is almost unavoidable where movie Cap is involved. Glad you enjoyed my version though. I liked keeping him true to that.

I am a complete sucker for cuddles. You will probably find a lot more of them in my fics. XD Good to know the image came through though!

Thanks for the comments! <3
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