Work in Progress Wednesday!

[tjs_whatnot]

Again, sorry for the lateness, but I had to finish some things. Haha, which means, I have nothing to share today. All my things are either done, or in that exciting stage of beginning.

But, that also means I have all the time in the world to hear about your W(s)iP and cheer you on.

So, give them to me! Read and cheer others on too! Together, WE GOT THIS!

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[marzipan77]

I've not a new story in my "Ascended Adventures of an Interfering Archaeologist" series in the works. Daniel Jackson from Stargate SG-1 is visiting the Avengers and interacting with very different Asgardians than the ones he's used to!

"Daniel lifted the champagne flute to his lips, pretending to sip as he scanned the over-dressed crowd wandering through the Stuttgart Museum. He lifted his hand to his bow tie, hardly daring to brush the expensive fabric for fear of nudging it out of place. Tuxedos, bow ties, gem-studded evening-wear. Nope. He could absolutely never get used to this – and he wondered how a scientist of Heinrich Schafer's intelligence and drive coped with this kind of hand-shaking meet-and-greet on a regular basis.

The scientist's spirit drowsed deep within, his fierce mind wrapped tight in Daniel's ascended power. Unlike the FBI agent Daniel had inhabited in the previous universe, this powerful man had to be swamped, completely overwhelmed. He would not have accepted Daniel's control any other way.

Schafer was a very different man – but then, this was a very, very different world. Here superpowered beings were accepted, expected, even. Alien gods, hulking scientists, avenging constructs – some from beyond the stars, others built by genius billionaires – were shown on every news channel. Here, the scientist Daniel had borrowed, due to be honored by the Stuttgart Museum, would awaken later to be surrounded by reporters and groupies frantic for his story of alien possession.

Daniel buried his grimace behind his glass. Apparently, it wasn't only in his own universe that over-dressed megalomaniac so-called gods bent on human domination longed to preen before a crowd, making speeches and believing themselves unassailable.

He sighed, allowing himself a moment to appreciate the museum's exhibits – great Assyrian winged gods carved from immense stones. Tablets covered with hieroglyphs. A sarcophagus – stone and wood, not hiding alien technology – lay beneath a thick glass case. He breathed in the familiar scent of ancient books, dust, and the heavy musk of centuries past.

A spark of power turned his gaze from the familiar antiquities towards the grand staircase. There. Loki wore the trappings of a human as easily as Daniel, but the throbbing energy beneath was as clear as desert sunlight. Daniel shifted Schafer's attention from the strutting alien while his ascended awareness measured and weighed Loki's power. It was undeniably strong, built on an utterly alien foundation grown under foreign suns. Frost giant. Asgardian. Magic-user. Conjurer. Loki was all those things and many more. But the power that shone bright and dense from Thor, from Freya, from Odin – even though the old man's soul was rusting and tarnished - was blunted in Loki. Twisted. Hardened by jealousy and bitterness into a jagged ball of cold steel that tied Loki's spirit up in knots.

Whether Daniel could unravel those knots to reveal the hurt child within – well, that was something the Others advised him was yet to be seen. The Ancients' power was great, but, in this universe, Daniel was going to need a bit of help.

The Others waited in the square outside, dressed as German tourists and citizens. They surrounded Schafer's well-guarded warehouse a few blocks away, where Clint Barton and his minions did their god's bidding. One whispered in a struggling scientist's ear on board a carrier flying over the ocean. And Oma herself stood beside all-seeing Heimdall on the Rainbow Bridge, awaiting Daniel's sign.

The smug smile on Loki's lips grew as the Asgardian caught sight of Daniel's borrowed human form.

Daniel strolled towards the edge of the crowd, all eyes turning towards him. 'Yes,' He sent a beckoning flicker of energy towards Loki, 'come closer.'

When Loki's staff tripped him, strong hands slamming Schafer's body flat on top of the glass display case, Daniel was ready. They were all ready."

[tjs_whatnot]

Ohhhhh. Wow. This is super intriguing!

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