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FIC. FINALLY. YES.
This fic, this fucking fic.
I have my credit notes over at the fic proper, but what the hell, this was a labor of love and I think I should talk about these amazing people: Amelia for hand-holding, cheerleading, feeding me lines, hanging around for hours multiple nights in a row to yell about all the Loki feelings -- in short, this fic would not exist without them. Scott for saying smart, necessary things, and for making sure that my love for Loki didn't mean I was too nice to him. Olivia, as always, for forcing my structure to be better and for making the finished thing actually look good. And I can't even keep track of how many of you I additionally threw partial drafts at or wailed at while the fic was eating my soul; you are stars.
But now it is DONE.
Shatter, Thor/Loki, 32,209 words YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. "Loki," Odin says, heavy with disappointment and regret for all he has to raise his voice, "Odinson. I cast you out."
And now I am going to step away from the computer for a bit and read American Gods or something, because this fic is kind of my baby and I am not sure what to do now I have set it free.
I have my credit notes over at the fic proper, but what the hell, this was a labor of love and I think I should talk about these amazing people: Amelia for hand-holding, cheerleading, feeding me lines, hanging around for hours multiple nights in a row to yell about all the Loki feelings -- in short, this fic would not exist without them. Scott for saying smart, necessary things, and for making sure that my love for Loki didn't mean I was too nice to him. Olivia, as always, for forcing my structure to be better and for making the finished thing actually look good. And I can't even keep track of how many of you I additionally threw partial drafts at or wailed at while the fic was eating my soul; you are stars.
But now it is DONE.
Shatter, Thor/Loki, 32,209 words YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. "Loki," Odin says, heavy with disappointment and regret for all he has to raise his voice, "Odinson. I cast you out."
And now I am going to step away from the computer for a bit and read American Gods or something, because this fic is kind of my baby and I am not sure what to do now I have set it free.