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tyrannuspitch · 2 years
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big fan of stories that are like fate is just the propaganda that allows the powerful to maintain control of the oppressed but also fate is just your childhood trauma driving you to recreate the same dysfunctional cycles over and over again but also fate is not an illusion fate is a real force that you live with every day and there are real consequences for defying it but also fate is just your father trying to tell you he knows you better than you know yourself. and he's wrong
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mxrvelouscreations · 2 years
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For Steve -
The small girl peered at him through a curtain of jet black hair, hands wringing under the apron of her long dress.
"You've seen my Papa." It wasn't phrased as a question. "Where is he, please?"
Steve seemed a little confused at first, especially since the girl seemed a little lost amongst all of the craze within the compound. Making her way over to her, he knelt down so that he wasn’t towering over her before he spoke, not wanting to make her scared.
“Who is your Papa sweetheart? Does he work here?” He asked, “I don’t think i’ve seen you here before. What’s your name?” 
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Hello?
Wanda had panicked. She had managed to get away from the men who had been holding her captive, one of them being stupid enough to let her out of her cell while the door had been open. She had ran and ran until she was sure they wouldn’t follow, finding herself in some suburb that she didn’t recognise. By chance, there happened to be a diner where she managed to borrow their phone, dialling the only number she could think of in that moment. She just prayed he picked up. 
“Loki? Loki is that you?” She whispered, her voice breaking, “it’s Wanda.” 
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demonidoodles · 8 months
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gang sillies :]
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thefastestaround · 1 year
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@hraunwyf (because I yearn for it)
His piercing blue eyes looked over at the princess that was still sleeping as a small sigh escaped his lips. A royal consort was what they advertised him as, but he really was just a common plaything to be rented out for the night. Of course Loki had done that many a times while he lived in the city, far removed from his home. 
He was sure no one in the castle had any idea who he was or who his family used to be. And that is how he wanted it. He came here to disappear, to just melt away into the masses under the very nose of the people that destroyed his home and family.
“Well princess,” he said getting up to his feet to try and find the bit and pieces of his clothes, “Your time does seem to be up, I am needing to get back at some point.”
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guys pls send me loki requests i love him sm
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thirsty4villains · 2 months
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Cool Heat
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Summary: You're an assistant for the Avengers. Loki has been hiding up in his room for the past week. You go to check on him and he's reverted back to his Jotun form, but he's not quite himself. The two of you discover that Jotuns go into cycles of heat, and Loki hasn't been in his Jotun form for over a millennia...
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Mentions of dubcon
Tags: Loki lives in Stark Tower with the Avengers, PIV, smut, humor, romance, Jotun!Loki, dom!Loki, spanking, more tags to be added
Find me on AO3, Wattpad. Previous chapters/other Loki fics on Tumblr by me here.
Notes: THANK YOU GUYS FOR BEING SO PATIENT, I'm sorry this chapter took so long to roll out. Real life stuff, I hope y'all understand. Please enjoy!
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CHAPTER 4
You woke up feeling more rested than you did most mornings. If you knew Loki was this good at sex you may have hit him up earlier. Asshole or no, he knew what he was doing. Last night’s events replayed in your head repeatedly: your dream that wasn’t a dream, your conversation, and ultimately the conclusion. They spun around in your head as you tried to assess because it was hard to believe that you had sex with Loki. You also wondered, was it wrong that you weren’t angry at him for having sex while you were unconscious? It definitely wasn’t right of him, but you’d been feeling so lonely and horny – horny for him – that you didn’t care. You quite enjoyed it, actually.
After mulling these thoughts, you took a shower, got dressed, and threw the sheets in the washer. It was nearing 11:00 am on a Tuesday. Shit, you were supposed to submit some reports to Coulson by nine!
You ran to the elevator and went back up to the penthouse. Gathering your paperwork and opening your laptop, you opened up the S.H.I.E.L.D. database and began uploading the work you should have submitted two hours ago. Thankfully, there were no text messages, emails in your inbox, or missed calls on your phone, so Coulson must be preoccupied this morning. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice the time stamp that read 11:28am.
In this moment you were eternally grateful the majority of your work was remote because if you came into S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters three hours late because you slept in, Fury would have your head.
With that problem finished, you went to check on Loki. Back down in the bedroom areas, you stood in the hallway and knocked on his bedroom door. A sense of deja vu swept over you.
“Come in,” the god’s voice said behind the door.
The knob turned and you entered Loki’s room. He sat on his bed, staring at the wall opposite him. He seemed not all there.
“Loki?” you asked. “How are you feeling?”
“Not worse, but not better, either.”
“So you’re still..?”
“Still enormously frustrated sexually? Yes.”
A wave of insecurity washed over you. “It wasn’t… bad, was it?”
He shook his head. “Quite the contrary, it was exactly what I needed. I felt better, instantly. But it came back as soon as I awoke this morning. The fundamental issue I am facing, however, is this dreaded blue color – and these horns. I cannot will this form away with magic no matter how hard I try.”
You apologized for his state.
“Are you not disgusted by me?” the god asked. “After last night?”
“I already told you that it’s okay, you weren’t yourself,” you said.
“I also meant… after.”
“Like, the actual sex?”
He nodded.
“Are you not disgusted by this brutish, carnal form? How rough I was with you. These horns… these claws…” He sneered after looking at his own nails.
“No.” You blushed. “It was really hot, actually.”
For the first time in days, he laughed an actual, genuine laugh. “Sincerely? You human women are so strange. No Asgardian woman in their right mind would bed a Jotun.”
“Their loss,” you said.
He furrowed his eyebrow at you but also, perhaps there was a hint of a smile?
“No matter, my predicament is… URGH!”
Out of nowhere, Loki curled his right hand into a fist and punched the wall. Little pieces of drywall flew outward. Loki retracted his hand and a fist-sized hole was left behind in its wake. He dusted off a thin layer of powder from his knuckles.
You jumped back. “What was that?!”
Loki’s shoulders heaved. “I don’t know! That’s the problem! I don’t know. I have no clue why this is happening now, and why it’s so drastic. I get these changes in mood, like I’m nothing but an adolescent again who cannot even master his own emotions. I feel virile yet emasculated. We had intercourse, so why was it not enough?”
He punched the wall a second time. With gritted teeth and labored breaths he stared at it and you were unsure if the god was lost in thought or would lose his temper entirely. You watched his pecs and the dark blue ridges upon his body move up and down with his breaths. His lean arms, the biceps on them; those horns, those eyes…
Okay, snap back to reality. Loki’s having a crisis. Sex is the only thing that made him feel himself again, even if it was just for a few hours. Like he said, he was in heat; maybe just one go isn’t enough to get the job done.
“Well, we know what we have to do, then.” You outstretched your arms, offering yourself.
He turned from the wall. “What are you –”
“What position do you want me in, Loki?” You interrupted, asserting yourself. You fought the blush creeping up your cheeks. “On my back? On my side? Do you want me to blow you first? Pick one. You want to fix this, right?”
Loki stood there in shock; examining your face, your body language. Or was he checking you out? He dropped his fist that was prepping to punch the wall and his lips stretched into a devious grin.
“On the bed, all fours.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you replied.
Stripping yourself of your clothes, you approached his bed, staying in the crawling position upon his mattress.
To your side he stripped as well, and he was already rock hard. That blueish purple cock sprang from his pants, rearing to go. He climbed onto the bed behind you, examining your backside. You jolted forward as his cold hands touched your thighs. You’d forgotten how cold he felt. His icy fingers traced the smooth skin of your legs.
Then out of nowhere, he spanked you. A cold, red handprint decorated your bottom.
You gave a small screech, jolting forward again – both from the low temperature and the sudden smack.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Mm-hmm,” you muttered, nodding.
Another smack, and this next screech was mixed with a moan.
“Your assertiveness was quite endearing, but remember your tone when speaking to your king.”
He spanked your ass again.
“My – my king?” you asked.
“Yes, your king. Did I not mention to you the other day that I was kept as a bargain by Odin? I wasn’t any Jotun child, I was Laufey’s son, the king of the Jotuns.”
Another spanking. You felt yourself grow wet amidst the pain.
“N – no, you didn’t mention that part.”
“Though I failed to conquer Earth, and Thor is the first heir to Asgard, since Laufey is dead I am still a king in my own right – of Jotunheim.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, my king.”
He gave you one last spanking, a lighter smack, a playful one. “I forgive you,” he said, lowering himself over your back, so his lips could graze your ear. He placed his hands on your butt, to soothe the irritated skin. The iciness felt good but you also squirmed due to your skin being so sensitive there.
With his new position, his cock rested against your cunt. You prevented yourself from lurching forward. He rubbed the cold member against your lips.
“Now your king shall claim what is his.”
Without further warning, Loki penetrated your opening, sinking completely within you. His chilly member made you clench around him. You gasped as you acclimated to him. Oh god, he was big. You didn’t know how you could forget since the last time you fucked him was literally hours ago, yet you were still in awe. His cool, dextrous fingers brushed your hips, finding the perfect place to grip in order to rail you. Then, he moved within you, and you already felt your juices coating him and your own thighs. Completely at his mercy, you allowed him to take all of you, as you kneeled on the bed, all fours, like an animal. He slipped in and out of your cunt at a deliciously fast pace, hitting the right spot every time. Your arms barely kept upright as you tried to keep up the weight of yourself and your balance as the god of mischief rocked your body.
While fucking you, Loki removed one hand from your hip to grasp your hair and tugged. Your head tilted backward so that you were forced to look straight forward instead of below. On one hand you could count how many times you were in Loki’s room, and you didn’t realize until now that he had a mirror mounted above the bed frame, so when he pulled your hair you were forced to look at the scene. You, your tits hanging, on hands and knees, and the blue god of mischief with one hand fisted in your hair and his cock taking you for all you’re worth. His mouth flashed a devious smile as your eyes connected through the mirror, and his red eyes gleamed of hunger and dominance. He tightened his fist in your hair and spoke.
“Enjoying the view?”
In your pleasure you found it difficult to form words.
He spanked your ass. The combination of that, your hair, the view ahead, and your cunt sent sparks through your body. A high-pitched moan escaped your lips.
“I asked you a question.”
Your legs quaked like jello, but you managed to say: “Yes!”
The light in the god’s eyes danced. Another smile graced his face, “Good.” 
He released your hair. Your head fell forward again, your arms collapsed underneath you, and now your face was buried in the mattress. With nothing but your ass in the air, Loki continued to drive into your pussy, chuckling at the state of you; tired, splayed out, and completely surrendered to him. He gave another playful spanking on your behind.
You gathered the blankets underneath, balling them in your fists as Loki delivered your pleasure unto you. All you could do was hold on, listen to the sounds of his hips slapping your skin and the wet noises of furious lovemaking, and praise his body into the bed. Your legs, before jello, were now an autumn leaf shaking in the wind and you knew you were so close. Loki dug his claws into your hips, claiming you once again and you were gone. Shouting into the blankets, your cunt tensed before finally releasing, and you climaxed on the god’s cold, pulsing cock; riding the waves and yet somehow keeping your ass in the air.
Your climax, however, was the catalyst for his own and Loki burst within you, sending a final few thrusts into your hole. He filled you again, uttering his own release to the heavens. Then you both collapsed onto the bed.
When he found the strength to roll off you, you excused yourself to his bathroom to clean up. After that, as well as re-brushing your hair and getting dressed, you entered his bedroom again to find him on the bed reading a book. Loki was still naked as the day he was born. One long, lean blue leg was crossed over the other as he lay back. Your eyes traced the ridges of his Jotun form up along his toned body, then up his face and ending at the curve of his horns. His eyelashes fluttered against his ruby-red eyes. How in the world did he see himself ugly in this form?
You spoke up: “It’s getting close to afternoon. I’m gonna make breakfast. Want anything?”
Loki looked up from his book and nodded. “Yes, I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll have whatever you are having.”
“Cool,” you said, returning upstairs to the penthouse.
In the kitchen you pulled out the cookware and ingredients to make scrambled eggs and hash browns. The items sizzled on the pans, filling the kitchen with the aroma of eggs, potatoes, and spices. Your stomach growled in approval and restlessness. Loki joined shortly behind you, now clothed in his usual garb of black and green. His horns stood high and mighty, even regal, atop his head, cutting through the air.
“This is the first time I have been out in this state at midday in nearly a fortnight,” Loki remarked. He looked around the room, almost as if he’d forgotten what it looked like bathed in noon’s light. 
“That’s rough. I’m sorry,” you said. “How do you feel now?”
“Better – much. I had thought I would need intercourse once and this would go away. Now, I am not so sure. I am hoping… soon.”
You nodded. “Yeah, especially since we don’t know when the others will come back from that mission, and if you’re still ‘sick’,” you airquoted. “...by the time they get back, I’m pretty sure they’re going to start getting nosy, maybe even suspicious.”
Loki growled, not enthused by that thought. A slight tingle tickled your southern area. Instantly, you wondered: were you an asshole for being attracted to his irritability? It’s not like you meant to, but the growling was, well…
“Do you need help with the cooking?” Loki said, interrupting your thoughts.
“Yes, thank you.” Good distraction from that moral dilemma. Thank you, Loki. “Actually, could you help clean up? Put some of the things away for me while I watch the stove?”
The god nodded and proceeded to help with his tasks. Cabinets were opened and closed as he put the spices away, he went and washed the silverware you weren’t using anymore, and threw the eggshells and other trash in the garbage. The food would be ready in just a few minutes.
The kitchen grew quiet again when he finished. So quiet, you thought he may have slinked off somewhere – to the bathroom or something. Until you felt a pair of hands on your hips.
“And you are well after our encounters?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His cool breath tickled your ear. 
One of his hands moved lower, cupping your ass slightly. A jolt of electricity flowed through you. He had you pinned between his front and the kitchen counter.
“The eggs,” you said in protest. 
“What about the eggs?” he quipped, squeezing you lightly.
“They’ll burn. Don’t distract me.”
“Then don’t get distracted.”
Loki proceeded to move his other hand to your other ass cheek, kneading both hands on your behind through your shorts. His mouth lowered closer to you, gliding his cold tongue against your neck. The hairs on your arms stood on their ends, goosebumps budding. The god licked slowly, deliberately. You shivered and Loki chuckled lightly against your skin. He bared his teeth -- his fangs -- and grazed the points over your carotid.
You tried to pay attention to the cooking food; flipping over the eggs, watching the potatoes, adjusting the heat as necessary. However, you were facing much difficulty ignoring the rising heat within your body.
Loki switched between teeth and tongue, lapping and nipping at your neck. You gasped when he bit your earlobe, smoothing over the pain with another lick. One of his hands moved to your front, sneaking underneath your shorts and underwear to play with you. His fingers toyed with your slit, wetting them in your slick and using his lubricated digits to circle your clit. You did your best to not lurch into the hot stove with his cold hands pleasuring you. Your hands gripped the handle on the oven as you moaned aloud.
“I told you not to get distracted,” the god teased. You opened your eyes – which you didn’t realize you’d even closed and quickly removed the eggs from the heat. The ends browned a bit, but they were nowhere close to burned; just a bit more cooked than you’d like them to be.
Your hands returned to the oven’s door handle, bracing yourself so your legs wouldn’t give in. Loki teased you mercilessly: one hand on your ass, the other playing with your clit, and his mouth, tongue, and lips attacking your neck and ear. You could already feel the hickey forming.
“Turn your head toward me,” the god urged.
You did, and met his gaze. He stole a kiss, deep and wanton, and cold; deliciously and illicitly cold. As you kissed, you realized this was your first one with him. A bit backwards, given you’d had sex twice before even kissing, but not unwanted. No, not unwanted at all. His kiss made you lightheaded and shivery, especially as he dove his tongue into your mouth. All this while he massaged your clit, soft and engorged and wet.
When the kiss broke, you took the hash browns off the heat too. “It’s hard to not get distracted when I can’t even see what’s in front of me.”
“Well, there’s no more distracting then, given the food’s done.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Loki yanked your shorts and underwear down your legs. They pooled at your ankles. He barely gave you any time to shake them off before parting your legs for him, exposing your opening for him, and he entered you swiftly. You gave a choked sound as you adjusted to him, his thick, chilly, irresistible cock planted within you. His hands moved; one on hip and the other under your shirt to pinch your nipples.
“I thought you were good,” you croaked.
“Oh, I’m more than good now,” Loki uttered as he began to move within you.
“I mean… We just fucked… not even twenty minutes ago, and already… Mmmf.” You bit your lip as he hit that sweet spot within you.
“What can I say? I finished cleaning up, then I began watching you. Your shorts barely covering your ass, accentuating your thighs, how your hair cascades down your shoulders. Something like a switch flipped inside me. I had to have you. You won’t deny me now, surely?”
“N – no.” Your thighs pressed together and your eyes shut closed. With anyone else this would be too much, but with him you didn’t find yourself growing tired, nor sore, nor overstimulated. Something about Loki, his touch, his voice made you want his sex just as much as he required it for his sanity.
So he fucked you there, on the kitchen counter, in front of the stove. The god of mischief thrusted into you, his chest pressed against your back. The chill of his skin radiated from his chest through your shirt, and of course his cold hands on your breasts and cock buried inside you aroused your senses and your attention. He drove his cock upward, and the best you could do was hold on for dear life as he fucked his divine jotun lechery into you. As they did when you were taken from behind, your thighs shook, your pussy clenched, and with a snap Loki spilled his frigid seed into you. His fingernails dug into your hips and teeth sunk into your neck as he completed his final thrusts, filling you with his load.
The two of you took a moment to catch your breaths. His chest rose and fell against your back, his wintry breath panting upon your skin. When he removed himself, a wet plop noise sounded as his cock exited you. His seed within you trickled down your legs, droplets of him dripping onto the tile floor. You moaned impatiently upon his removal, as you were still flushed with arousal. 
“Patience, woman,” the god spoke. “I am not yet done.”
Without warning, he grabbed you and moved you to an empty space on the counter. Placing you with your back against the granite, he lined his still erect cock with your entrance. His hands grabbed your ankles, resting them on the dip of his shoulders and again, he drove into you.
You screamed.
The frost giant god railed you with his cock, with complete and total access to your cunt, filling you to the brim. Within seconds, he hit the sweet spot within you at the perfect, fast, desperate pace, and you came on him. Your walls pulsed and contracted as you rode his cold member through your orgasm, screaming at the ceiling of Stark Tower. All the muscles in your body relaxed and you finally opened your eyes to see the face of a demon grinning lasciviously at you. His raven black hair rested upon his shoulders, a pretty contrast to his sapphire skin, and you watched him as he fucked you to a second completion.
A third time today – or was it fourth, since technically you fucked after midnight last night, and then this morning, and now… Your brain was too addled but yes, four was probably right. For a fourth time today, Loki came inside you, his member pulsating within you, ejaculating and filling you once again.
He bent down and bit your neck before separating. His scarlet eyes roamed over your body, entirely used and spent. He chuckled to himself. You must have been quite a sight at the moment, with your hair every which way and utterly drenched of him.
With a flick of his wrist, a golden hue emanated from his hands and then disappeared – the mess with it. All of his cum – on the counter, inside you, on the floor, vanished as if it had never existed. With a light head you carefully sat up and jumped down from the counter.
“You look like you’re about to faint,” Loki said.
“I’ll be fine, I just need food. It’s not customary for me to fuck multiple times before breakfast. I’m on an empty stomach right now and I just came three times in half an hour.”
You redressed yourself and plated the food. “Great, well, it’s almost cold now. You interested in cold eggs? ‘Cause that’s what we’re getting.”
“Are you saying you regret our tryst?” he teased.
“No. Yes… I don’t know. No, no I don’t regret it, but I don’t want cold breakfast either!”
You plopped your plate on the dining table harder than was necessary and sat in the chair, ready to eat your sad breakfast.
The god flicked his wrist again, and instantly steam emanated from your food. The smell of warm food filled your nostrils again and you devoured your breakfast.
“Would a ‘thank you’ hurt?”
“Fank you,” you said, mouth half-full.
Loki quirked an eyebrow at the utter impropriety. He redressed himself and joined you at the table.
“We are probably going to need to fuck once breakfast is finished. I’m already feeling the urge again.”
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” you muttered. This was the worst best problem you’ve ever encountered.
And he was true to his word. When the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher, Loki had you on the counter again.
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eddiemunscns · 7 months
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Sigyn in Loki Season 1
"I'm not her. I'm not your Sigyn or Sylvie's. I'm sorry that you lost her, but I'm not her."
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robertsbarbie · 4 months
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Loki Laufeyson + Maisie Peters songs
(for @good-enemy from your MPNsecretsanta 💚)
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Just watched Loki
Shit became spaghetti real fast
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Carol’s winter fashion in Alligator Loki #17
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tyrannuspitch · 25 days
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it also really frustrates me sometimes when i want to talk about One Specific Aspect of loki's whole deal but i can't find a more specific word for it than "power" or "hierarchy".
like, it *is* about space racism, but for the vast majority of his life he and most of the people around him didn't *know* that. and it *is* about class/rank... kind of...? but in a weird paradoxical way where he's still nominally a prince, and maybe he's arguably being treated like a servant but even if he is he's a pretty high-ranking servant, used for politics rather than manual labour... but also at the same time, as a jotun he's lowlier than anyone on asgard and the only one (that we know of) who might actually be better described as a slave than a servant, because if he was "stolen" then he is property... and none of it's really summarisable in any particular way because this has always just expressed itself as people being Weird About Loki in particular. like there is SO much secrecy and hypocrisy surrounding this power dynamic that odin has had to make loki into his own unique personal category of disempowered outsider. but also. maybe that's just what a combination of domestic and peer abuse looks like. but it's still hardly a typical relationship when your household and its power dynamics envelop the whole kingdom because your father is THE ALLFATHER. hhhhhhhhhh
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mxrvelouscreations · 1 year
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📱 (Tony)
Send 📱 To Find Out About My Muse’s Phone
What ringtone my muse has set for yours: Bad Guy - Billie Eilish
What contact photo my muse has set for yours:
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What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: Maybe if he was less demanding, I might answer him faster. Though it is kinda fun to just send an emoji and see how long it takes him to figure it out.
How quickly my muse responds to your texts: Depends on what kinda mood I'm in. If I'm busy, texting isn't my priority.
How often our muses text: Every other day, but usually one or two texts if that.
How often our muses call: Not too often, I prefer texts.
Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: No, if I do, it's an accident i swear.
Last text sent from my muse to yours:
[text: Frostie] Do you mind not trying to play with all of my new toys?
[text: Frostie] They are in the workshop for a reason - do not touch 😠😠😠
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📜 - generate me an incorrect quote, let's do craic
Wanda: Okay, truth or dare? Loki: Truth Wanda: How many hours have you slept this week? Loki: Loki: ...Dare Wanda: Go to bed. Loki: I don’t like this game.
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iamthexweapon · 10 months
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“ would you run away with me? ” (Loki; @mxrvelouscreations
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Tony had Loki curled up against him, fingers sweeping through the ebony strands of his hair. Tony wasn't usually one to lay around in bed all day but with Loki, he just wanted to spend as much time with him as he could. Work and the outside world forgotten as they laid there together in the quiet of their bedroom. They had been talking lowly to try and not break the calm atmosphere.
His question did not come as a surprise as they often talked about scenarios just as this but it seemed like Loki was considering it. Tony only laughed, "I'll run as far as you want to run, far, near, wherever." He said with no hesitation. "Where do you want to go?"
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toestalucia · 2 months
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thinking about them again
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