Drawing Challenge!!

Patton: Why is Roman crying on the floor?

Virgil: He's drunk

Patton: And

Virgil: He saw a picture of Logan's boyfriend

Patton: ...But he's Logan boyfriend

Virgil: I fucking know

Logan: I am a failure. A disappointment to my name. My dreams and ambitions have been crushed, much like my previously dwindling will to live. My existence means nothing henceforth. The universe is burdened by my presence. I await Death.

Roman: WHAT?!

Virgil: He got a 98 on his math test

I put way too much effort into this and I really have no clue what’s going on with my style But Here.

"I'm a romantic, I know all the pick-up lines. Every single one." with Logince please!

i hereby decree that any prompt fills requesting logince will be set in the logince fbi!au and there is NOTHING YOU FUCKERS CAN DO ABOUT IT

pairings: romantic logince ( @fandersfic-logince ), platonic prinxiety

“i’m a romantic, i know all the pickup lines. every single one.” (tw: v brief kidnapping mention)

“you know, you’re never gonna win him over like that,” virgil says. 

roman flings himself onto the couch, groaning loudly, a long, drawn-out sigh. virgil pulls open a drawer with a small red crown painted on it, pulls out a red rubber ball, and hurls it at him. he doesn’t even turn to look. 

he hits roman square in the forehead. 

“virgil, why must you abuse me so!” 

“because you come in here every single day and tell me about your grand romantic plans to woo my baby brother, that’s why. how many shitty pickup lines do you even have, roman?” 

“what can i say?” roman laughs. “i’m a romantic. i know all the pickup lines. every. single. one.” 

virgil rolls his eyes. “you know, if this were olden times i could challenge you to a duel for the right to his hand.” 

“you still could,” roman teases, wiggling his eyebrows. “i’d win.” 

“i’m a faster draw,” virgil says.

“yeah, but i’m a better shot.” 

“who said i was talking about guns?” virgil spins his chair in a complete circle, flinging his hand forward as he faces roman. he faces the computer, grinning, as roman gapes at the small throwing knife embedded in the wall. 

“you’ve picked up some new skills, i see.” 

virgil shrugs. “i’m not interested in hanging out in any more locked car trunks, ro.” 

he hears roman approach him, footfalls deliberately loud so that he knows he’s coming. he feels roman carefully touch his shoulders before leaning down and wrapping him in a hug. 

“you’re a good brother, virgil.” 

“and you’re a good boyfriend, roman.” virgil tilts his head back, lets his head rest on roman’s shoulder. “my baby brother’s lucky to have you.” 

roman squeezes tightly, and virgil takes one hand off the keyboard to press over roman’s. then he prints the suspect list roman’s here for and hands it to him. 

roman swans into the briefing room and drops the suspect list into thomas’s hands before throwing a stunning smile at logan. “are you an astronaut?” 

“no, i am an fbi agent -”

“because damn, you are out of this world!” 

logan blinks at roman, adorable in his confusion, and says, “but i’m not an astronaut, roman. i’m an fbi agent that you work with. is this new information to you?” 

roman sits down and buries his head in his arms, groaning loudly. of course, he just had to develop a maddening crush on the single most oblivious human on the planet. he’s a fool for thinking it can go somewhere. 

years later, roman wakes up in the middle of the night. there’s a warm body curled against his side, tucked underneath his arm, hair tickling roman’s nose, cold toes pressed against roman’s warm inner calf. his fiancé snores softly in his arms, mumbling a long, slurred string of something roman thinks might be latin. 

“i can’t believe how lucky i am,” roman whispers, pressing a single chaste kiss against logan’s hair. “i know every pickup line in the book, and none of them worked, and i still managed to land the most wonderful man in the entire world. and i love you.” 

“l’v you t’,” logan mumbles, immediately followed by more meaningless latin gibberish. 

“te amo, mi amor,” roman says sleepily, pulling logan a little closer as he falls asleep again.

(soft domestic fbi!logince gives me life and so does roman and virgil’s friendship) 

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I woke up out of a dead sleep to make this and then immediately passed back out

Who? What? I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About.

(Post-Ragnarok, in a universe where Infinity War will never happen. Asgard’s kind of just floating in empty space rn)

Loki slumped against the space ship‘s wall, sighing contently, a  giddy smile spreading across his face, his cheeks pink. He’d just spent hours with Stephen Strange, talking, kissing…

He’d just said goodbye to Stephen, who was being asked for at the NYC sanctum, unfortunately. Stephen had walked with Loki out into the hall, whispering into Loki’s ear, “see you soon,” lips brushing against his skin, sending jolts through the god’s body. Stephen had opened a portal to the sanctum and waved goodbye, winking before turning around and walking into the Midgardian realm.

“Who was your visitor?” Asked Valkyrie, sneaking up on Loki. 

Loki was caught of guard, flustered and grabbing for words. “Who? What? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.. I wasn’t visited by anybody; no. I was just here looking out the window…” Loki said hurriedly. 

“Ahu.” Said Valkyrie, crossing her arms, smug look on her face. 

“Yes.” Loki said, composing himself.

“So that wasn’t Stephen Strange a minute ago making you flustered and all giddy?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“N-No.” Loki said.

“No need to lie, Loki. I saw him. He was right here.”

“Well. Uhm, well, I think it’d be best you didn’t talk about it to anyone.” Loki said, looking at his feet.

“Sure. But I haven’t really  met him. I’ve just heard of him. Portal-maker. That’s it. You better introduce me soon.”

“Will do.” Loki said, flustered beyond belief. Loki had hoped that no one would know Stephen. He wasn’t quite ready yet to say he quite fancied kissing men. ut it made sense that Valkyrie could recognize him: he was the only portal-maker that Asgard had heard of (besides Loki, of course. He’d learnt the art after being tricked into falling for half an hour at the hand of a portal). 

It was late, and Loki was pouring over some Migardian literature (he’d fallen for it; it was quite enthralling, really) when he heard the familiar whirring of one of Stephen’s portals. Already he was smiling and blushing. Looking up from his book, he saw Stephen, who was also smiling and blushing just a tad. His portal shrunk behind him and his flowing red cloak. 

“Hello,” Loki said, getting up from his seat, setting his book down on a nearby table. 

“Hey,” Greeted Stephen, eyes sparkling in the warm light of Loki’s room.

Loki got up close, lips mere centimeters from Stephen’s. “Can I?” He whispered, breath tracing over Strange’s face.

“Yes.” Stephen whispered back before Loki’s connected with Strange’s, warmth flooding each other’s chests and their mouths moved together, Loki’s head tilting just right and Stephen biting just enough but not too hard. The kiss was soft and like fire and lightning all at the same time.

They stopped for air. “ Hey,” Loki said before kissing the spot between Stephen’s jaw and neck. “Do you think – do you think we could start telling people? About us?” He asked, looking up at Stephen, hands wrapped in Strange’s blue robes.

“Yeah. I would like that.” He said, placing a kiss on Loki’s left temple. “I’d like that a lot.” Stephen found Loki’s lips again.

They felt like they had been able to stop time with warmth and flame, jolts and electricity. Thor wasn’t the god of thunder: their kisses were, more powerful than a raging thunderstorm of blazing bolts. As they went for air, Loki whispered into Stephen’s ear, “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Me too.” He replied. “I love our conversations. And adventures in New York with you. And how you make me so damn breathless. And how you know the most brilliant and quirky things. And how you’re so special and amazing.”

Loki blushed fiercely. “I love how driven you are. I love how you are so compassionate and empathetic. I’m in love with your smile and your eyes. I love with your hands, scars and all. Because everything that you are and makes you up in beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Stephen said, before they kissed again, even warmer, even more electric. Stephen didn’t even notice he was crying until they broke away and Loki asked, “Dear, why are you crying?” And reached up to brush the tears away.

“Oh uhm. I don’t know. I’m just so happy.” He replied, smiling. 

They stood for a moment, both of them holding each other tightly, excited for what was to come.

A/N

I had lots of fun writing this! No one can tell me Strange isn’t a total softie! No one! And that Strange wouldn’t take Loki on NYC adventures! Anyways, Valkyrie doesn’t appear much in Strangefrost stuff, but I think she would be totally open and awesome about their relationship and be like, the best friend ever. As always, thank you for reading!

This ship is just loads and loads of them being fabulous. Logince as requested by @orderly-opaline (I hope this is satisfactory) Tag list: @the-incedible-sulk @jynxlovesluck @iassureyouicannotwrite @dreams-palette

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