I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence. They’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend. - Neil Gaiman
She’ll never be his goddess, but Loki has another way of immortalizing Jane Foster. Read more.
Title: The Constellation Jane
Summary: She’ll never be his goddess, but Loki has another way of immortalizing Jane Foster. AU oneshot. Fanart here.
Notes: For starryeyedjane, for the Lokane holiday fanwork exchange.
it’s a harder way and it’s come to claim her
and i always say, we should be together
and i can see below, ‘cause there’s something in here
and if you are gone, i will not belong here
and i started to hear it again
but this time it wasn’t the end
and the room is so quiet, oh oh oh oh
and my heart is a hollow plain
for the devil to dance again
and the room is too quiet, oh oh oh oh
i was looking for the breath of a life
a little touch of a heavenly light
but all the choirs in my head sang, no oh oh oh
come and take a walk on the wild side
let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
you like your girls insane
choose your last words
this is the last time
cause you and i, we were born to die
Lokane ♦ Alice in Wonderland/Henry V AU
Loki had always thought it better to be feared than to be loved. That was until he met Jane Foster.
Jane falls down a
rabbitwormhole and ends up in Asgard where two feuding princes vie for her allegiance (and affection). In order to restore the noble-hearted and rightful king, Hal, to the throne, she must slay a Jotun monster. In her quest, Jane is assisted by the Hatter hat-wearing Darcy, mad March Hare astrophysicist, Erik Selvig, and the wise but cryptic caterpillar guardian of worlds, Heimdell. However, when she’s taken prisoner by Hal’s brother, the dark sorcerer prince, Loki, her plans (and Loki’s) go slightly awry.
tomorrow i was nothing, yesterday i’ll be
time has fooled me into thinking it’s a part of me
nothing in this room but empty space
no me, no world, no mind, no face
touch the fingers of my hand and tell me if it’s me
holding on and on to love, what else is real
a religion that appeals to me, oh
i believe in me
חג חנוכה שמח
Chag Urim Sameach!
I missed my mom’s cooking (: