Пара оформительных нововведений 
Во-первых, так как этот дневник давно перестал быть исключительно Naruto-специализированным, фэндомы для удобства теперь будут указываться не только в тэгах, но и в заголовке.
Во-вторых, официально (лол) вводится новая рубрика - рекомендации. Ибо результатами раскопок в англофэндоме, периодически в руфэндоме, а также вообще вне каких-либо фэндомов нужно делиться 
Название: Bunny Slippers,
The Calculator,
Judas (эпилог) Автор: katsudon
Фэндом: Thor/Avengers
Персонажи: Локи, Тор, Клинт Бартон (Соколиный Глаз), Наташа Романова (Черная Вдова), Коулсон, Стив Роджерс (Капитан Америка), ОС
Жанр: action, юмор, немного ангст
(ибо какой же Локи без ангста)Рейтинг: PG
Количество слов: ~ 40 000
Этот текст написан в стилистике Пратчетта.
Серьезно, по-моему, одной этой строчки достаточно, чтобы мотивировать к прочтению!
Но я все равно расскажу подробнее))
Так вот – действительно, стилистика Пратчетта. Чередование отстраненно-ироничной авторской перспективы с внутренними переживаниями героев, одушевленные неодушевленные предметы, неожиданные откровения о принципах существования вселенной и, разумеется, примечания, а также примечания к примечаниям! И даже эпизодическое появление самого Смерти)) Плюс – достаточно лихо закрученный и нестандартный сюжет, множество совершенно очаровательных деталей, яркие некартонные герои и, прежде всего, Локи. Локи-трикстер, Локи-безумный-скучающий-гений, Локи-высокомерное-высшее-существо-которому-совсем-совсем-не-нужны-бесполезные-человеческие-привязанности – а главное, Локи-как-в-мифах, который устраивает всем вокруг виртуозные подлянки и сам же помогает их разрешить *___*
А еще – фактически, это джен с трогательными братскими чувствами и эпизодическими попытками взаимного братского геноцида XD
(Правда, помимо этого бледным намеком прослеживается робкий намек на довольно нестандартный пейринг, но только в эпилоге)Мой абсолютный фаворит – вафельница! Кажется, у автора тоже XD
И у половины англофэндома заодно. А еще – домашние тапочки Локи в виде кроликов из «Монти Пайтон»
Ах да, относительно сюжета) Написано на заявку на
norsekink: «Loki decides that he wants to join the good side. He just doesn't want to give Thor the satisfaction of knowing that they're now fighting on the same side. Therefore, every time Thor comes over to Loki's place, Loki has to pretend like he's doing something evil to keep up appearances». Локи тщательно разрабатывает все свои эпические планы по очередному захвату мира так, чтобы оставить своим противникам достаточно намеков и лазеек для нейтрализации этих планов. И все прекрасно – пока последний план не выходит из-под контроля...
Но вообще, я считаю, что в данном случае текст гораздо лучше скажет за себя сам, посему несколько особенно понравившихся мне цитат:
Everyone said that Thor was Loki's greatest enemy. These were all people that had watched far too much TV and probably enjoyed epic fantasies like Lord of the Rings and anything that involved elves. The actual truth was both sadder and more complicated: boredom was Loki's greatest enemy. Like the ubiquitous whirring motor that was the centerpiece of any decent mad scientist's laboratory, Loki's brain had only two speeds – fast, and insane – and its faulty internal gyroscope meant that fast was only really in use as a means to get to insane, when things started spinning out of control in interesting ways, right before the motor jumped the track and set an innocent village on fire
1.
Thor was just really Loki's best avenue for entertainment. Which was not to be confused with Loki not loving his brother; he loved him as much as he was really capable of loving anyone, in the way that most human beings love their pets, because the pets are adorable but not terribly bright.
1 - Though that may be taking an already strange metaphor just a little too far, since strictly speaking it's normally not the motor from the workshop that wreaks havoc, it's the horrifying monster that motor creates.*
While wrestling with this knotty problem, sitting in the darkest corner of the local Applebees and nursing a screwdriver that was in truth a glass of orange juice
3, Daniel met someone, purely by accident. Someone who introduced himself as Lawrence Laufson, a tall man with dark hair and green eyes that Daniel would have acknowledged as utterly gorgeous if he'd had the slightest idea about how to deal with any physical urge. Lawrence invited himself to sit at Daniel's table, and proceeded to change
everything.
3 – After the unfortunate incident at TGI Friday, word had gotten around about the effect of alcohol on quiet, incredibly repressed nerd-types. The staff at most restaurants had a little booklet of photos of the most likely local quiet-and-sweet-loner-who-might-snap-at-a-moments-notice types.*
Another nervous beep from the waffle iron, and then the waffle was ejected onto a nearby plate, which slid across the counter to where Loki stood with his iPad. Just for form's sake, he pulled up his calendar and inspected it. "Plenty of time tomorrow. I can pop by, see what he's up to, and start planning the other side of the game." Since of course, it wasn't fun if he wasn't tugging the strings of the Avengers at the same time.
The waffle iron, unsure if Loki had been talking to it but eager to not anger him, beeped again as agreeably as possible.
еще цитат!*
"Thank you." Daniel finished cutting the brownies into precise three by three inch squares, then transferred one onto a plate and held it out to Loki.
"Looks good." Loki nibbled delicately at one corner of the brownie, his knees going a little weak. Not because he was some sort of chocolate addict, but more because for all his quirks and faults, Daniel could bake 9. Though he seemed to more regard it as an interesting sort of chemistry experiment than as a way to hand out bliss. "Now, I don't mean to rush out little reunion, my friend, but you sounded quite excited about your new designs..."
9 – In at least four alternate realities, Daniel had comforted himself with an oven instead of a calculator, and had ended up a world-famous pastry chef. And in a fifth reality, Daniel had teamed up with Loki to control the world via cupcakes decorated to look like robots, their plan ultimately being foiled by the Avengers buying up all the fondant and shooting it into the Sun.
*
He didn't need to pull up schematics, or talk to Daniel's sad attempt at a programmed personality more to understand it. That wasn't the way magic worked. In its most raw form, magic was pure will, pure life, and pure chaos – all things that Loki possessed in abundance personally, which was why he was so good at what he did. Magic was a way of telling the universe just what you wanted it to be, and then when it protested that your desire was an impossibility, slapping the universe and telling it to go make you a cup of coffee because you were busy and didn't have time for all this arguing. Magic was a voice calling across the space and time, begging for someone with just an ounce of creativity to exist so that together, they could do great things and prove that a spark of the divine was real, and had had just about enough of this shit 11.
And this was why Loki understood magic on a fundamental level that escaped most sorcerers until they either died or went completely mad at the realization that the Abyss does stare back, and not only that, it wants to have tea and a sandwich and maybe play a round of miniature golf while you're out and about anyway.
11 – Actually, it was nothing like any of those things, but that was the way Loki had once tried to explain it to Thor, because magic as a whole just does not make sense to anyone who hasn't got its exultant power coursing through their blood.
*
Except when he got to the helipad, there was no helicopter. Thor stood where the helicopter should have been, wearing his ridiculous little winged helmet and swinging Mjolnir idly in lazy circles. And maybe it was Clint's imaginations, but he could have sworn he heard the guy humming 'Ride of the Valkyries.'
"No way in hell," Clint said.
"It's the fastest way to get there," Thor pointed out.
"Do I look like fucking Lois Lane to you?"
Thor frowned. "I've seen pictures, and she is a lovely and refined lady. So no, you are far too ugly, my friend. Come." He walked over to Clint, and despite his protests, wrapped one beefy arm securely around the man's waist. "If you're afraid that this will somehow impugn your manhood, you have my word of honor that I will tell no one if you scream."
"If you fly upside-down, so help me..."
"For your convenience, this god has been equipped with an air sickness bag."
"You've got to be kidding!"
"I am. I'm glad that you noticed." And then Thor took off.
Clint wasn't a guy that was afraid of heights or a little speed. He couldn't be, not in his line of work. He just didn't necessarily want to go squeeling with adrenalin-induced glee when he was having to cling to a Norse god like a girl on a pulp fiction novel cover 14.
14 – Little known fact: Clint had once, on a drunken dare, dressed up in something red, slinky, and straight off a pulp novel cover. The fact that he still hadn't figured out where Coulson kept the pictures of that evening was the reason that whenever some asshole microwaved fish without covering it, Clint was the one that got stuck cleaning up the mess 15.
15 – Little known fact: Agent Coulson's favorite quick meal was microwaved fish filet, a hamburger bun, and the salty tears of Clint Barton.
*
Loki woke to the sound of people arguing.
This was not actually unusual. In fact, he tended to have that effect on people. He considered it something of a defensive mechanism, like poisonous insects being red or squids squirting ink. If he had everyone in the surrounding area at each other's throats, it gave him time to consider how best to turn a situation to his advantage 17.
The problem was, he didn't have any recollection of laying down the seeds of this particular argument. Not that he actually knew what the argument was about, since at the moment he could only discern tone, a man and a woman on the verge of shouting at each other, and not words quite yet.
As he often did, Loki turned to his mental checklist of Things One Should Note When Waking In A Strange Place After An Unexpected Bit Of Unconsciousness 18.
17 – Or make it a thousand times worse. Whichever was best for combating boredom, really.
18 – Loki was in the habit of creating little mental checklists for situations that happened fairly commonly, so that he could get himself up and oriented and in charge without having to reinvent the wheel each time. The two he used most often were "Signs A Former Colleague Has Noticed A Double Cross And Is About To Turn On You Like A Rabid Dog That Has Mistaken Your Neck For A Chicken" and "Troubleshooting Waffle Batter That Tastes Slightly Funny: Part I."
*
On the heels of that unpleasant revelation, the door to the room opened. "--never have brought him here!" the woman said, quite emphatically.
"He's my brother." The male half of the argument was, indeed, Thor.
"He's a psychopath."
"I heard that," Loki said, tilting his head up to catch a glimpse of the woman through the door. He caught sight of red hair and black leather, both of which were things he was generally in favor of. "And I'm not. I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research 19."
19 – A/N: Quote stolen without shame from the BBC miniseries Sherlock. If you haven't seen it yet, I urge you to do so now. I don't mind. I'll wait.
*
But before he could say anything remotely clever in return, Thor came into the room as well. He had a cheerful bouquet of yellow and purple flowers. And a teddy bear tucked into the crook of one arm. The little white bear had a foil balloon bearing the message Get Well Soon! tied to it 21. "Brother! You're awake!"
"Maybe I'm not," Loki said. "Or I can at least hope that I'm hallucinating."
Thor beamed at him, and Loki was forced to reassess his opinion on his brother's intelligence. If this was some sort of prank, it was masterful.
21 – It should be noticed that the medical facility run by SHIELD did not have a gift shop, so it's not quite certain where this cheery but slightly deformed stuffed animal could have come from. The leading theory is that such teddy bears are universal manifestations of causality, which has something to do with quantum. This is, without doubt, bullshit, and the real reason is likely much more sinister and has something to do with elves.
*
As prisons went, the little cell that SHIELD had set aside for him was quite comfortable. There was a bed and a sink and a toilet that looked disturbingly like a little soup toureen, and they gave him reading material when he asked. Though apparently by the orders of Agent Romanoff, no matter what he asked for, all he got were issues of a knitting magazine 24. There was also the random way the lights turned off and on, and the awful music that palyed loudly at intervals he hadn't yet mapped out. He assumed that these things were supposed to "soften him up" and probably would have worked nicely on a human prisoner. As it was, he considered them minor annoyances that he could easily ignore while he calculated square roots or did chess problems in his head to pass the time.
24 – And this was fine by him. He learned how to knit a zipperfoot, and then he tore the magazine to shreds and used the papers to construct a code book that ultimately translated out to two acts from Henry V with all of the lines scrambled. He was quite confident that it gave some cryptographer a headache for days.
*
"Take my advice. Don't try to out think him. I made the attempt once, when we were young, and I think it made something in my brain break. I woke up three days later with a mighty headache and no pants, on top of a glacier. I have no idea how I got there."
"That's not something I want to contemplate." She shook her head. "But letting him go...?"
"If he wants us to let him go, then there is something he wishes to do, correct? So if we let him go, we can follow and find out what is happening."
"That's actually a good point. Other than the fact that we've never had success following him in a past. Because of the whole..." she waved her hands, wiggling her fingers to indicate magic "thing."
"There is something different this time," Thor said. "I think that there truly is something wrong with him."
"There are a lot of things wrong with your brother."
He ignored her. "And he won't tell me. But if I can figure it out, then I can help him get better."
Natasha made a mental note to pass that little bit of information along to Steve, just to make sure he knew he might have to step in and intervene. Making Loki better in any sense of the word was not in their best interest. He was already far too good at everything he did already.
*
It was possible that he would be wrong again, that the others were right and it was some kind of trap. But Thor knew his brother better than anyone in Midgard or Asgard 39. He knew that something was wrong, even if he couldn't exactly say what. And if Loki was telling him where he could be found, it was probably because Loki thought there was at least a chance that he might need help.
And that little thought made a big knot of sour fear in the pit of Thor's stomach. Because Loki never wanted help until the situation was so messed up and out of control that it was beyond even a god's ability to fix.
39 – At times this wasn't saying much. At other times, it was saying quite incredible things about Thor; most people who tried to get to know Loki ended up in a room with rubber wallpaper or in a pine box. Or occasionally, a pine box with rubber wallpaper, just in case.
*
Thor was a man who preferred a simple, black and white sort of reality, and that had the odd effect of making him much more comfortable with an enraged Loki that wanted to kill him as opposed to a quietly broken Loki that looked like he desperately needed a hug 43.
43 – Though when Thor had tried, in his indelicate way, to offer his brother a hug, Loki had attempted to insert a fountain pen into his vital organs, so he'd decided it would be best to just back off for the time being. Possibly until Loki was safely handcuffed to a hospital bed again, though something about that particular situation made Thor feel slightly strange.
*
"So tell me about the little adventure you two had earlier. And where is my-- where is Thor, by the way? I thought he'd be back here and annoying me to the best of his abilities by now." Not that he was at all concerned about Thor; if the big lug had gotten himself hurt by the ridiculous monstrosity of a robot, well, it was his own fault for being that slow 54.
54 – This was a thing that Loki told himself on a regular basis, just as he told himself that he had absolutely nothing to do with the swift disappearance and painful demise of the few people that had managed to seriously injure his brother.
*
Loki smiled, but he didn't linger. He had a new apartment to decorate, and plots to resume.
And, it seemed, waffles to make 68.
68 – All the best endings come with waffles. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.