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I'm doing these very much out of order, and extremely late, but whatever. Anyway, DannyMay day 25: Blame
Imagining they often leave Jazz & Danny to clean up dinner so they can get back to their work obsession faster
#danny phantom#fanart#dp#dannymay day 25#danny fenton#jazz fenton#maddie fenton#jack fenton#blame#dannymay
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Here are my unfinished DannyMay2023 sketches!
First is Day 22 Cryptid with Phantom as a little Mothman, since Mothman is my favorite cryptid. It’s unfinished because I was having trouble with the anatomy and didn’t have time to figure it out.
Next to that is Day 13: Monster. I meant to make Danny into a horrifying werewolf-like beast but somehow accidentally made him a soft little werewolf guy instead. It’s unfinished because I wasn’t happy with it, and I was going to scrap it and restart if I had enough time (which I sadly didn’t).
The second image is Day 25: Blame. I can imagine Danny being like a cat and knocking things down to be a menace, and I loved the idea of Jazz making him wear a punishment sign. I would have loved to refine the sketch and finish the piece if I’d had enough time.
#dannymay2023#dannymay day 13#dannymay day 22#dannymay day 25#danny phantom#phantom#danny fenton#my doodles
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Dannymay25
Gravity
Gravity doesn’t effect ghost. At all. They just acclimate to whatever. Danny could stand on the ceiling and feel no different than normal. This is how they fly.
This also means ghosts can just leave orbit, no speed required, and walk on any planet no problem.
A fun way this could effect things is, the Ghost Zone wouldn’t really bother with gravity, and any human that enters outside of the speeder kind of just floats in place unless there’s something or someone to help them travel.
#danny phantom#dp#danny fenton#dp headcanons#dp au#dannymay 2022#Danny phantom headcanons#danny phantom au#dpau#Dannymay day 25#dannymay2022#dannymay gravity
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This is not canon complaint in the slightest, but it was fun to draw.
Tried to put in some lighting, but it just made his face look super weird.
Dannymay Day 25: Blame
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Cryptid Crawl! 8
“You can’t blame me for this,” said Danny. “Literally, you can’t blame me for our plan working too well.” There was a high-pitched whine from his end of the Fenton Phones, and a small explosion.
Jazz pinched the bridge of her nose. “I know, I know, I’m not trying to play the blame game, but you need to get back here. You’re the only one who can handle the ghosts.”
“I’m not–” Danny broke off, briefly. “I’m not going to be able to take care of the ghosts. I promised them that they could have cake if they stayed away from the hunters. They did, and Ember helped even more. I can’t go back on that promise now!”
“Okay, but the hunters are coming here. What are we going to do about the ghosts then? Even if we convince them they’re all in costume, they’re too good as costumes! It would be too cool!”
“I think you’re still overestimating the coolness of costumes,” said Tucker. “It’s an easy mistake to make, I know I–”
“Miss Fenton? Jasmine? Oh, there you are,” said Mr. Lancer, sounding relieved. “No one had seen you since you went to talk to the ghosts, and– What’s wrong?”
Jazz scrubbed her hands over her face and stepped out of the little cubby the end of the row of lockers formed with the oddly-bent corner of the wall. “We got the two shows to give up, but they’re coming here instead, for, I don’t know, cake as a consolation prize. I don’t– I don’t know what to do about the ghosts. They’ll be here in less than fifteen minutes. I don’t know what to do.”
“Oh,” said Mr. Lancer. “Twelfth Night, we’re in it now.”
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AMITY OF AMITY PARK: A Friendly Helping Hand
Ghost Activity Map, Forums, Local Business Directory, Advice Blog
Forums -> Community Alerts -> Paranormal Investigators -> Community Cake Day
Thread: EMERGENCY
12th Knight (OP): The paranormal investigators are coming to the Community Cake Day. The ghosts are at Community Cake Day. What do we do?”
Cynosure: I can’t believe you’re posting on the forums while this is going on.
12th Knight: I am a desperate man.
JACK FENTON: THEY’RE AT THE CAKE DAY? DOn’T WORRY WE”LL savE YUl!!@@#
JACK FENTON: AND EaT ACKE!
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Mr. Lancer looked up from his phone. “In retrospect, I feel as if I should have known better than to ask advice from the internet.”
“Jazz,” said Danny, “why did Dad pull out his phone, shout cake, and start running away?”
Jazz would not hold her breath until she fainted. She wasn’t even sure that was a thing people could do.
“Okay,” said Sam, “ignoring that disturbing comment and why Jazz didn’t answer, I– Tucker, what are you doing?”
“He got in again! How did he get in again?”
“Jazz, are they going to cake day? Why are they going to cake day? They cannot be at cake day!”
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Tubahater: Could you maybe disguise the ghosts??
The Smart Twin: As what? With what? There’s no way they’re going to look like anything but ghosts.
CasperQueen: There’s always the drama stuff, I guess, assuming it wasn’t all destroyed when a certain someone fell into it, like a loser.
Lovestheshow: oooh yeah, I love that trope
Lovestheshow: the one where a character dresses up like a crappy version of themselves
Lovestheshow: yes please tell me you’re going to do it!
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“Oh, heck,” said Tucker, “Nost actually has a point. How is it that the guy who thinks the whole thing is an ARG has a point?”
At this, Jazz pulled out her own phone. “Does he have a point?” she asked.
“Anyone want to fill me in?” asked Danny. “Kind of busy flying.”
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West of West: Unfortunately, I know for a fact that people are stupid and blind enough to fall for this.
Point25Back: aren’t you supposed to be whipping butter nerd?
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“Why are all my students on their phones when they’re supposed to be baking?” asked Lancer.
“You’re on your phone,” pointed out Jazz.
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West of West: Aren’t you supposed to be banned
Nobineryginger: oh ye dude i get you theres all sorts of great tropes like that my faves the one where everyone is dressed the same at a party and so when the baddies try to find the heroes they gotta unmask everyone but its all just normal people its like a switcheroo so sweet
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“I can’t believe it, they do have a point,” said Jazz, out loud.
“Please, can someone fill me in? At least on what I can do? I’m still trying to distract, but– Ah! I can disengage whenever you want me!”
“Keep distracting them for now, but be ready to, uh,” she looked up at Mr. Lancer, “be yourself but not be yourself again, and to say that you’re a different yourself than the yourself they met.”
“I hate that I understood that,” said Danny.
“Okay,” said Jazz, “we need the drama class.”
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[Video starts, showing a crowd of people of various ages in a school cafeteria. Most of the people are either children or middle aged. There are several people sitting at the front of the room. Static obscures many of their features, but they all appear to be glowing and have odd skin tones. The video is shaky.
WOMAN #1: Damn, I should have gotten a better camera, this one is spazzing out. But the phone one is bad, too…
The angle of the camera changes slightly, and shows a low-angle profile of a woman.
WOMAN #2: Bought it out of town?
WOMAN #1: Yeah, why?
WOMAN #2: Takes a while for them to get used to the ectoplasm. Give it a week and it’ll be fine.
WOMAN #1: That doesn’t help much now. I wanted to film Ashley breaking a world record.
WOMAN #2: I’m sure someone else is filming, too. You could ask around, later.
A door in the corner of the cafeteria opens, and the camera turns towards them. A group of teenagers comes out. One of them, a girl with long red hair and a large amount of flour on her shirt, is carrying a megaphone.
TEENAGER: Hello, Amity Park! I know you’re looking forward to cake, but we have an additional surprise for you all. This is now a costume party! The drama class will be bringing you your costumes shortly. Thank you for cooperating and making this Community Cake Day a success.
The teenager lowers the microphone, and joins the other teenagers, who have started swarming the glowing people.
WOMAN #2: When was the last time you checked the forums?
Video ends.]
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Danny dropped through the ceiling into the bathroom and transformed. He pulled back on the fake hazmat and grimaced as he noticed a tear. Maybe he could– Could he do a partial? He’d never done a partial like that before on purpose–
“There you are!” shouted Jazz.
“Oh gosh,” said Danny. “This is the boy’s ba–”
“That doesn’t matter! Come on!”
“But there’s a tear–”
Jazz shrieked in frustration and shoved a fake Danny Phantom top at him. The gloves and belt were sewn on, and it looked very crooked.
“Where did this even come from?” he whispered. “Did you make this?”
“No, there were about fifty of them backstage of the theater, but no one fit this one. It’s too small.”
Danny, who had gotten it on over his head with no effort, glared at her, but then the rest of her words sank in. “Fifty? Why does the drama class have fifty of these?”
“I don’t want to know, do you? If it makes you feel better, it was right next to the surplus Ember stuff.”
It did not make Danny feel better.
Even so, he let Jazz continue to herd him into the cafeteria and then sit him between Lunch Lady (dusted in flour and looking very pleased with herself) and Kitty, which was really unfair, he thought. At least it wasn’t between Spectra and Skulker.
“Jazz,” said Danny, eyeing the cafeteria. “Do you want to tell me the plan, now?”
“I would also like to know the plan,” said Kitty, who was currently wearing cat ears and badly done facepaint.
“You’re all just people dressing up as ghosts,” said Jazz, “like mascots. Because it will get you free cake. Danny, you’re not the same person they ran into earlier, got it? You’re someone different.”
Danny definitely needed a few quiet minutes to process all this, but it almost, sort of, kind of, made sense. “We’re making them think everyone is a fake. Just more fake ghosts. Not even original fake ghosts.”
“Yeah,” said Jazz.
“But– But what about Mom and Dad? You know what they’re like.”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Jazz.
“I’m worrying about it.”
“Don’t.”
“I’m worrying about it, too, actually,” said Sam, who sounded very out of breath. “Any of you guys seen Val and Dani yet?”
“No,” said Danny. They must still be at the hospital.
“Listen,” said Jazz, “someone else will take care of it. You just sit here and eat cake.”
“Isn’t that what Marie Antoinette said?” asked Danny.
Jazz made a face. “You really do only know the one historical quote, don’t you?”
“Heh, she’s got you there,” said Kitty.
“And you do need to eat more,” said Lunch Lady, pinching his cheek.
“Fine,” said Danny, “but don’t blame me when things go wrong with whatever you’re planning!”
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Self-Reflection🪞
Day 25 & 26, Blame and Fic Switch
Aftermath of my Sidney Rewrite Episode. Danny’s in his room, reflecting on what happened and the things he wished he could’ve done. I dont normally do fics so I hope I atleast got a clear message in this.
TW, mentions of blood, violence and death.
Here's a link to my Rewrite Episode and take on Sidney design, character and how he died
“I’m sorry Sid”, Danny said to himself solemnly, in his room holding Sid’s broken glasses, they got fairly damaged from…the incident. After the traumatic experience and damage caused in the school, the students were sent home for at least a week. While ghost attacks became a common thing, especially at Casper High, this one was especially frightening, no one, especially Danny saw what Sid did coming. He can still remember being chased like a little bug, seeing the fear in his own eyes from Sid’s giant reflective form, when he saw Dash's face get-he shakes his head, trying to get those horrific memories out. He can’t deal with those graphic details today. He’s just too tired, laying himself on his bed, he stares blankly at the ceiling.
His friends, his family, even Lancer tried to assure Danny none of it was his fault, how could he have known it would all end up like this, how could he have been able to save Dash from something like that, he wasn’t even anywhere near the fight(or so his parents and teacher believed). He even tries to reassure himself, he shouldn’t blame himself but deep down he can’t help but wonder constant what ifs. What if he didn’t let or had been more careful about letting a ghost help prank on Dash and the other mean kids, knowing his backstory, what if he had listen to his friends sooner when they were worried he was getting carried away, what if he had tried talking to Sid better when he did wonder that himself. What if he didn’t let things get so out of hand…he couldn’t fix things.
Flashback of Sid and Danny talking. Sid’s dialogue, the darker words:
“ What do you mean this is getting out of hand? Not like anything’s being tied back to us, right?”.
“ I know, I know, Sid. It’s just some of these pranks have been pretty mean, even for them”.
“ It’s called giving them a a taste of their own medicine Danny. If it was the other way around, you’d think they’d be worrying about being too mean with you? They clearly haven’t thought that to begin with”.
“ Yeah, fair point. It’s just my friends seemed pretty worried and-
“ Ah you’re friends are just being brainwashed by flowery fables that those stupid teachers and the school tell you like “be the bigger person” or “being mean to them makes you just as mean” and other crud ike that. They just teach you to be as worthless as they are”.
“Hey, my friends aren’t worthless! And I get a lot of teachers can be jerks but there’s also plenty that at least try to help(thinks of Lancer). I like to think so.
“ I’m sure that’s what he'd tried to tell you, along with one of his dumb book swears. Seriously most haven't even heard of those books in years, especially not kids-he sees Danny becoming really uncomfortable and starts regulating himself.
“ Sorry, sorry. I'm sure the people you're talking about truly mean well. I was just getting a little heated over there(brings back bad memories) I just know when you try to be nice and let things go, they usually don’t really care and just go back to their old nature. I just wanna make sure they learn their lesson for good. You know I’m just trying to look out for ya, right?
“ y-yeah ofcourse. You’re not wrong, it’s just not sure how long we can keep doing all these pranks, I am pretty busy with other stuff”.
“ Then maybe we should do one final, epic prank! The ultimate prank to teach all the mean kids you don’t mess with nerds! Revenge of the Nerds!
“ YEAH! though Def no revenge of the nerds 80′s style, those guys went WAY too far”.
“ Well it’s a good thing this Daddy-O’s from the 50′s! So I’ve been thinking what if-
Back to the present:
As Danny remembers that conversation, he starts to realize he missed certain red flags such as Sid's growing mean streak...and the little cracks he was trying to hide on his skin. And then, there’s Dash, he got it much worse, being the main target for Sidney’s revenge hunt. Had to be sent to the hospital to get treatment for his injuries and stitches for that bad cut Sid’s pincer left on him, still remembers when the blood spilled on- Danny shakes from that experience. Good chance that mark will stay for a long time.
He wishes it didn’t take him having a full emotional breakdown from all those brutal revenge pranks they pulled and almost dying trying to protect him(Danny) from Sid’s wrath to realize that for all his many, many faults, he’s not really a bad person and didn’t deserve to almost die. He can't even properly apologize to him, not without risking his identity being exposed.
Danny lays back on his bed, breathing out a sigh of guilt and exhaustion. Part of why he wasn’t more willing to acknowledge and try to talk to Sid more was because, outside of Sam and Tucker, he doesn’t have a lot of friends. Then he met Sid who not only understood his problems but enjoyed hanging out with, sharing each others different time pleasures(like Egg-creams), talking about sci-fi films, when they did harmless pranks...at first. He was so worried about losing a new friend, he ended up losing him anyway, the worst way possible. In a way, he made a similar mistake to what the people in Sid’s life made. They ignored him and his problems until they became too big to fix. Thinking about it, Sid’s first failed plan in a twisted way, might've worked, in terms of making his bully regret everything. Doubt he had it easy after being known as the guy who accidentally killed one of his fellow classmates.
As he takes his eyes off the rotating ceiling fan back to Sid's broken glasses, seeing his own reflection from them, he starts to consider. He can’t reverse what happened, but he can atleast make sure what happened to Sid is better acknowledged rather than just try to forget what happened like they did. Regardless of what was and what wasn't his fault, he still wants to make things right. Or atleast try to.
He props himself up to go check some stuff on his laptop such as memorials and finding perhaps some flowers and a card to send to Dash at the hospital. After what happened, it’s highly doubtful anyone would want to use that locker anymore. But maybe it could be used for something else, to remember Sid's story in a clearer light. Give his friend some peace.
As he looks at pictures of locker memorials, he calls Tucker, holding Sid’s broken glasses
“ Yeah I’m doing good too, thanks Do you know how to fix up cracked glasses?”
The End.
What do u think? I'd love to know💖
#Danny phantom#dannyphantom#dannymay#dannymay 2023#dannymay2023#phanfic#dp fanfic#dp fic#my fic#Sidney poindexter#dp sidney#sydney poindexter#tw dark themes#day 25 blame#day 26 art/fic switch#art/fic switch
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❄️DannyMay Day 3: Blizzard ❄️
Danny smh take ur shoes off before bringing all that snow into the living room… though he does remind me of someone with that white hair? Hm…. Can’t put my finger on it.
This is inspired by that one time my mom took me on a walk in a crisp -25 degrees celcius weather and both of us came back with white hair. I feel like Danny would enjoy a freezing cold walk like that but hate how wet everything gets the moment the snow melts (same)
#this was meant to be a dumb reveal at first but I realized while drawing that it would be even dumber if neither of them noticed#this is my second silliest idea for this event lmAO tommorows dumber I can’t wait#dannymay2023#danny phantom#maddie fenton#danny fenton#kad draws
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Dannymay Day 25: Blame
Remember when Sam told him to go in there? Or when she made him go in a second time to regain his powers? I do. Does he?
#did you notice that i used her palette for this?#danny phantom#danny phantom fanart#dp fanart#dannymay#dannymay2023#my art#sam manson
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DannyMay Day 25: Blame
Masterpost
Part 2
"Why do you always blame me?!" The ghost boy asked in mock offense. Valerie smiled.
"Because, whenever there's a ghost problem you're always there making stupid puns."
The pair had recently come to a truce after they had to team up to rescue Dani. Eventually, they had decided to patrol together.
The two waved at each other before parting ways.
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Valerie had just finished up her dinner when she noticed the time. She hugged her father goodbye before summoning her suit.
The crisp, cool air blew on her face. Well, her helmet, but she could feel it anyways. The setting sun painted a beautiful view over Amity. Valerie felt free as a bird zipping through the sky.
Once she saw their designated meeting spot, she decided to slow down a little. Her hoverboard collapsed as she set her foot on the rooftop. Where was that boy?
She glanced around the rooftop to find any trace of the ghost. Her eyes swept around until they spotted a faint glow. Valerie slowly stepped closer to the source, fully alert incase it wasn't friendly.
A near-silent sob broke her train of thought. There sat Phantom. He wasn't like his normal annoying self. He was barely glowing. Tears streaked down his face as green eyes met her. His eyes were glassy and carried world's of sadness.
"Why," his voice croaked in the night, "why do they always blame me?"
Valerie did the unthinkable in that moment and pulled the ghost boy into an embrace.
She never realized how much the new reports or the Fenton's opinions affected him.
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He is innocent
DannyMay Day 25: Blame
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Dannymay day 25: Blame
Four of Pentacles meaning:
Four of Pentacles Keywords
UPRIGHT: security, conservatism, scarcity, control.
REVERSED: Over-spending, greed, self-protection.
Four of Pentacles Description
The Four of Pentacles shows a ghost sitting on a bench, surrounded by hanging marionettes. His face is mostly covered by a mask he is holding. He balances another mask on his knee, ready to swap should it be required, and two more lay on the ground beside his feet. He clearly doesn’t want anyone to know who he is. However, because he is so attached to his disguises, he has no features of his own. He has no one to speak honestly to, even the marionettes behind him are faceless. The man finds himself stuck in one place just like the marionettes---despite not having strings of his own.
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Danny, Ellie, Sam and Tucker were all silent, looking as Vlad Master’s in his Plasmius form, lay at their feet on his side with one arm thrown behind him, smoking gently. He wasn’t moving. The four of them tossed panicked looks to one another.
“What do we do,” Ellie asked, hovering slightly above ground.
“Fuck if I know, dammit Tucker why did you have to use the bazooka.” Sam scolded.
“ME? I wouldn’t have to use it if Danny hadn’t almost gotten blown up by him.”
Danny scoffed, “I was trying to save Ellie as she tried to run headfirst into battle with Plasmius.”
Ellie’s fear evaporated and she let out an indignant huff, “I was only trying to beat him up because Sam said he was up to no good and you couldn’t fight him.”
“I was trying to tell you to stay away,” Sam countered, all four teenagers devolving into arguing, trying to pin the blame on someone.
Between their feet Vlad let out a cough and groan, stopping the argument as they looked to see him twitch.
“Oh… he’s still alive…” Danny mumbles, the four of them staring for a few moments longer before looking to one another. As one they decided to not speak on it any further, getting Vlad into a safe place then getting the heck out of Dodge before the elder ghost recovered.
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Dannymay Day 25: Blame
This one was difficult to hammer out, I’m not completely satisfied with it but also I don’t know where else to take it. I do like them bringing up the blame and all haha but the ending is just flat. I did what I could U_U
Blame is a hard thing to write for honestly haha so I am proud I was able to hammer out anything at all. I wanted a scene of Danny and Ellie carrying Vlad away but it just felt flatter than this ending haha so instead we have this.
Don’t worry about Vlad though he’s only slightly cooked :)
#Dannymay2023#Danny Phantom#I know Vlad has a fire core and I'm electing to ignore it for the funnies
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POND’S DANNYMAY MASTERLIST (2023)
Day 1: Fantasy AU (art)
Day 2: Backpack (fic)
Day 3: Blizzard (art)
Day 4: Fractals (fic)
Day 5: 10 min. vs. 1 hour (art)
Day 6: Eclipse (fic)
Day 7: Weapon (art)
Day 8: Electric Core AU (fic)
Day 9: Ghost Zone (art)
Day 10: Bones (fic)
Day 11: Underwater (art)
Day 12: Traditional Media (art)
Day 13: Monster (art)
Day 14: Séance (fic)
Day 15: Full Hazmat AU (art)
Day 16: Fangs (fic)
Day 17: Temper (art)
Day 18: Grave (fic)
Day 19: No CTRL Z/Backspace (art)
Day 20: Nasty Burger (fic)
Day 21: Shatter (art)
Day 22: Cryptid AU (fic)
Day 23: Rogue Gallery (art)
Day 24: NASA (fic)
Day 25: Blame (art)
Day 26: Art/Fic switch! (animation)
Day 27: Rings (art)
Day 28: Campfire (fic)
Day 29: Ghost Speak AU (art)
Day 30: Post-Reveal (fic)
Day 31: Free Day! (art)
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DANNYMAY '23 DAY 23 + 25: Rogue Gallery & Blame(BLAME GALLERY)
kinda lazy-ish but i love it!
separate pic of danny
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🌌 DannyMay-Day 25: 𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙏𝙔 🌌
Sometime i find it rather fascinating
That Danny Ring look like a Galaxy
While Vlad ring look like a Black Hole
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Life's Great Lie 5
Steve fell from heights with some frequency. Gravity was an old and persistent enemy of his, older than his enhancement, older than his time at bootcamp, older than the time he’d broken both arms falling off a see-saw. This was, however, his first time being thrown this far by a person.
The throw was fairly shallow, high enough to get him over the trees and a couple streets. The vertical vector wouldn’t be much of a problem, falling a couple of stories wasn’t something that really bothered him. It was the horizontal component that was worrisome.
Fenton, it seemed, had one hell of a pitch.
He hit water – the Neckar River – shield-first and skipped. The vibranium dampened the impact, which, yes, it had no business doing. Steve had spent some time in physics classrooms, thank you very much. Vibranium was the next best thing to outright magic.
He sent up a plume of water, then skipped like a stone, his stomach doing flips as he was once again, however briefly, airborne.
He hit the water again and seemed to skid several more feet before friction brought him to a stop and he began to sink. Luckily, his skillset included swimming.
Lightning cleaved the sky above, a deafening boom of thunder right on his heels.
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Loki hissed through his teeth. The sky churned with his brother’s – No. With Thor’s ire and Odin’s magic. He had factored Thor into his earlier plans, the plans that included his capture, but with a new strategy in mind, Thor’s early arrival was nothing but inconvenient.
A smaller hand slipped into his, and Loki felt magic not his own wash over him. His first instinct was to lash out at it, push it off, free himself, but he recognized it’s character.
“Invisibility?” he asked, looking down at Danny.
“I can’t hold it forever. I’ve got the iridium. Where’s Barton?”
“The archer can take care of himself,” said Loki, leading the way with long strides. “Are you going to revert to your previous state now that you got what you wanted?”
“I don’t think I can. That staff seems to prevent me from taking actions that would reduce its hold on me. I assume that is why none of us have slept?”
Loki didn’t deign to answer. His mind was occupied by other things. Such as how much power Danny was holding back. In contact like this, Loki could feel it, its weight tangible and looming, cold and dark. Not entirely unlike his own internal well of power, if he thought about it. Similar enough to the Casket of Ancient Winters to make Loki… Not homesick. Not exactly. Nostalgic, perhaps.
So much power in one so easily controlled. In one so hesitant to use it.
Loki didn’t know what to make of him.
He wondered what Thanos would…
No. Loki knew what Thanos would do if the child fell into his hands. Another… Another lesson. Another tool. Another weapon. The latter two were, after all, what Loki was using him for.
It was a good thing that Thanos only wanted the Tesseract. After Loki returned that and the scepter, the Earth, and every being on it, would be his.
“I’ve been wondering something,” said Danny. “Your army is a loaner, right? They aren’t your people.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You’ve been calling them ‘the Chitauri’ when you talk about them to Barton, and you don’t say ‘we’ when you’re talking about them. Maybe your language doesn’t work like that, but you’re pretty good at English, so…”
“I don’t speak English,” said Loki. “The language I am using is All Speech. Your mind is only interpreting it as English.”
“Oh, huh. Does that mean you can’t read English, or…?”
“Practitioners of All Speech can understand all languages, written or spoken.”
“What about sign language?”
“That as well.”
“Cool,” said Danny. “But what I was saying was, how are you going to keep control when the Chitauri aren’t with you anymore?”
Loki stopped and whirled, yanking his hand away. Not with him anymore? He—That—They were Thanos’s creatures, and—
The child might have a poi—
Lightning struck.
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The lightning guy was a surprise. Danny was just going to say it. He had approximately zero (that was a 0, a goose egg, none) plans for dealing with a lightning guy. Especially since he wasn’t a fan of large amounts of electricity.
Lightning guy, on the other hand, had no problem with picking up Loki and flying away.
Great. Wonderful. Perfect. Lovely. How was he supposed to catch up to that without going ghost?
An arrow flew overhead. Danny turned to see Barton running up behind him.
“You’re faster than I am,” he said, holding out a small, square device. “This is a tracker. I’ll take the iridium.”
“Okay,” said Danny, making the trade. “Good luck.”
Barton nodded. Danny ran.
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Tony Stark wasn’t a genius for nothing. His suits had emergency backups. Not very good ones, space was a premium in a design like this, but enough to get moving again once they kicked in.
“—if you can fish him out before any locals investigate.” Romanoff said to her earpiece. “What happened to your suit?”
“What happened to those fancy weapons you had?” asked Tony, kneeling to pick up the tangle of wires whose removal had, however briefly, turned him into an expensive, handsome, and inconveniently large paperweight.
“They all stopped working,” said Romanoff.
“What, the kid snuck by you and pulled wires out of all of them?”
“We had eyes on him when they deactivated. All at the same time.”
“Think the parents had some failsafe?”
Before Romanoff could answer, a flash of lightning and a roll of thunder took their attention.
“Crap,” she said. “Thor.”
“Loki’s brother?”
She put her hand to her earpiece, and Tony realized that his comms must be acting up, too, because no one pinged him.
“We have eyes on him and Loki. Get Rogers and everyone get ready to move out. We might not get another chance. You still okay to fight.”
“I highly recommend against it, sir,” said Jarvis.
“Sure,” said Tony. “Mind if I catch a ride?”
.
“Where is the Tesseract?”
Loki gasped in mock hurt before laughing, using a nearby tree as a prop to ‘stabilize’ himself. “I missed you, too!” His words echoed back oddly off the mountains around them, despite the continuing storm.
“Do I look to be in a gaming mood?”
“You should be thanking me! I know about your oath of protection, but how much does it mean when you’re holed away in Asgard?”
“I thought you dead, Loki?”
“And did you mourn?” asked Loki, curious of the answer despite… everything.
Perhaps curiosity was too mild a term. There was too much desperation in it. Too much hunger.
“We all did. Our father—”
“Your father,” snapped Loki. “You saw what I did with the casket.”
“We were raised together. We played together. We fought together. Do you remember none of that? We are brothers.”
Loki did remember. The problem was, he remembered both what Thor was describing, and another, darker version of events, like holograms played over one another. And he knew how prone his ‘brother’ was to seeing only what he wanted to see.
“Please,” said Loki, “maybe that’s what was going on in your mind, but let me assure you, you were the only one who thought of us that way.” He sneered, pushing past Thor to stand at the edge of the cliff. “And then, even you tossed me into an abyss! I, who was and should be king!”
“So, you take your anger at Asgard out on the Earth? When you know it is under my protection?”
“These humans will be slaughtered in droves,” snarled Loki. “I will bring decimation down upon them, whereas he—”
Thor leveled Mjolnir at Loki’s chest. “You will do no such thing. You will give up the Tesseract and come home. Give up this—”
Danny materialized between Thor and Loki.
“You know,” he said, “he’s being mind-controlled, too.”
He pushed Loki off the cliff, and they fell.
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