unpopular opinions

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unpopular opinions

Do you think people are too sensitive? Or that Superman isn't so super? Think cats aren't cute? The Beatles are overrated? Love pineapple on pizza? Maybe you just don't like chips rly. Even the best of us have some controversial opinions. Let people know what a monster you are.

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with your characters’ unpopular and/or controversial opinion. Or share few of them at once. In person or via text. Prepare for disagreement.

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to tell them why they're wrong, validate a kindred spirit, or just troll them for caring about such a silly-ass thing in the first place.

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[under_illusions]

[Clint's first statement earns a slow and tentative smile from Loki. He's not really used to being accepted. Not anymore at any rate. But he was an Avenger, though it still sounds odd to him as well. He belongs somehow, with his little group of friends with massively shorter lifespans.]

[It's scary to think of them dying in other timelines. To think of the group going on without them. The holes they left in their friends' lives and in their societies... Oh. Oh no. Widow's memory, of the three listed, is practically the only one that won't have disastrous affects in their wake. The other two were so blind, so caught up in defining themselves by fitting the molds of others' measures and with power... That there has to be a power vacuum left behind them. Neither would have wanted that.]

[Closing his eyes as his heart sinks for them, Loki has to acknowledge that this isn't something he can heal, either. Their Midgard would have to learn from experience, and his own involvement would be unwanted and couldn't possibly be enough. He wanted to help, but he had his Avengers, as Hawkeye called them before, hm? His friends weren't dead or sent back through time. Maybe they could use a reminder or twenty, that they were fallible individuals with legacies that were going to last after them, though. He was going to last after them, too, unless his own longer lifespan was cut short. Even still, he'd give them what he could.]

[It bothers him that Hawkeye thought he'd abandoned his own timeline. Abandoned Thor. After all the arguing and pleading and raging they'd done at each other before he'd just... disappeared. Clint's right that it can't have felt pleasant and must have been worrying. But just like he'd once forced himself to break Thor's heart to save his brother's life... Loki really doesn't feel regret about choosing to abandon him to save him, either. He hurts for Thor, and of course Loki regrets that it came to such a decision, but he's made his choice. Given a better choice, he'd take it in an instant. Regret and guilt... they're different.]



[Unprepared for the hand resting on his shoulder, Loki stills and carefully studies his own hands. Somehow, this is happening. No version of Clint has ever shown him physical affection before, and Loki is shocked by the depth of his needs to be accepted and understood. He feels of all things, like clinging to Hawkeye of all people. He feels like begging (begging!) the archer to forgive him for deeds that were mostly done by another person entirely. And that other person had been in his own timeline, not Clint's! Nothing makes any sense. Hawkeye with his hand on Loki's shoulder doesn't make any sense, either, but Loki doesn't dare to move because he's afraid Clint will move away. The words Clint chooses, on top of the physical affection, cause Loki to look back towards him, frozen with indecision.]

[It stuns him to realize he'd given up on having friendships. He's not sure when that happened.] Thank you.

[He's sure he's supposed to have words here. Some... way of showing Hawkeye that Loki was in fact perfectly fine and really grateful for the encouragement. Instead of... being paralyzed by the thought that another person actually cared. Which sounds pathetic, even to him. Hawkeye. Hawkeye, of all people cared. Like an impossible dream come true. Closure, in a way Loki hadn't allowed himself to hope for. And damn his pride because he couldn't make himself reach for that hand or attempt physical affection of his own.]