Author: AccursedSpatula

Summary: After all these years, Loki realized, he was still nothing more than a frightened little boy.

Word count: 123k

Characters/pairings: Loki/Others, Loki/Thor, Loki/Angrboda, Loki/Sigyn, Steve Rogers/Thor, Jane Foster/Thor, Sif/Thor, Jarnsaxa/Thor

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Rape/Noncon, Graphic Violence, Underage, Major Character Death, Self Harm/Suicide

Rec notes: I found this fic because of a drawing that popped up on my dash one day: Thor, in a claw-foot tub, with a rubber duck, crying. The comment linked to the fic it was based on, and it looked so absurd, I had to see what that was about. And it’s so absurd. And so bad. This fic was an utter trainwreck that I couldn’t look away from. It was known for a few months as my trainwreck fic, and years later, I’m still subscribed to it, even though I know it will never be updated. When the author admitted, just before abandoning this fic to WIP purgatory, that it was a trollfic for a kinkmeme prompt that had got seriously out of hand, this fic became one of my favourite things to come out of the Thor fandom. A perfect embodiment of Poe’s Law and Thor fandom’s answer to My Immortal, I had thought it completely serious right up until the very end. Read it. You’ll laugh. You’ll cry (probably from despair), and you’ll wonder why such a fic would ever exist without being so intentionally fucked up.

This is the best fic I have ever read.

(Note: I had actually lost this fic for many years, and just found it again on a blog I forgot I even used to have. I still stand by this being the best fic I have ever read, and have tried countless times to find it again. Yes, the ships and warnings are terrifying, but this fic is fucking absurd in every possible way.)