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undertale-writing-times · 1 year

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What do they smell like?

Uhh.. E...everyone?

I tried to do all of them lol.

Sans: I'd say ketchup tbh lol

Papyrus: Hmmm maybe oil? I'm not all that sure. Most likely oil though. And sauce.

Blueberry: He smells like sauce! From cooking as well as oregano and a faint scent of berries.

Stretch: He smells like oranges! As well as honey.

Red: Mustard, oil, and ash for some reason.

Edge: I feel like he would smell like fancy cologne and strawberries. The strawberry one is a lot weaker. Oh! And sawdust

Axe: I would say… hmmm… you know, most likely the scent of dirt, cut grass, and strangely a strong scent of cinnamon.

Noodle: Rich patchouli, black pepper, and sandalwood blended with hints of vanilla.

Lord: Coffee, Lavender, and that's pretty much it.

Mutt: kumquats and oranges!

King: I would say… watermelon! Mixed with wine.

Alpha: It might be shocking, but he smells like clean clothes, and clean sheets and such.

Overlord: Smells like fancy soap, for some reason.

Pup: he would smell like sugarcookies and just those basic candies. Just really sugary.

Commander: I think pine trees? For some reason.

Hound: Honeycrisp apple cider.

Chief: He smells like coconut, lemon, and just a basic sweet scent.

Wolf: Dirt mostly lol and a few different woody scents.

Royal: he smells like gunpowder, and fire. As well as just... metal.

Fang: Dirt, soot, and a few other things from underground. He smells pretty nice.

Prince: jasmine, wild rose, and sandalwood!

Canine: Oh! Sweet creamy coconut, hints of vanilla, and hints of musk. He smells really nice.

Leader: fresh water with hints of floral notes. Think sorta like uhh… gain laundry detergent?

Beast: think STRAWBERRY and creme shampoo. Like the kind you can buy from the dollar tree.

Grandeur: He smells so much like really fancy cream.

Behemoth: Brownies, marshmallows, and caramel.

Tycoon: He smells like brown sugar for whatever reason.

Brute: He smells like herbs and flowers! Mostly like... really earthy.

Cloud: He smells like a fresh rainfall.

Bat: smells a lot like roasted marshmallow :)

Superior: Lavender, crisp lemon leaves, and fresh apple.

Exo: He smells like he rolls around in fallen leaves lol.

Brilliance: Lavender for sure. Plus hints of blackberry and lemon.

Werewolf: similar to lily of the valley, violet, and lavender.

Vivid: Orange zest and nectarine with a hint of pink rose scent.

Lycan: He smells like salt water and suntan lotion.

Ruler: Green apple candy!

Pooch: I would say he smells like matches and mint.

Sheriff: He smells like honey and gunpowder.

K9: He smells like rose petals steeped in honey. It has hints of raspberry and leather.

Crowned: I'd say maybe bourbon mixed with nutmeg and pine

Whelp: Hmmm I'd say sweet almonds, cherries, and vanilla beans!

Dynast: Fresh dew, flower gardens, herbs, and light earthy tones.

Mongrel: Musk mixed with fresh amber

Cosmos: Vanilla, cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg.

Galaxy: He smells like smoke and ice cream

Nightmare: For some reason I feel like he would smell like old apples, like not rotten, but like… old.

Dream: His scent changes to be whatever is your favorite scent! :D

Passive: He smells like old trees, old books, and a few other things.

Oxi: You know those spicy candies? Fireball candy? Yeah, that's it.

Sleeper: Strong lemongrass, bergamot, and citrus

Coma: Maple pancakes, apples, and cinnamon

Gloom: He smells like dark chocolate.

Wiseguy: Fancy cigars, fancy bourbon, and smoke.

Bones: I think he would smell like peony rose and vanilla!

Clip: He smells like roses, fancy bourbon, and chocolate.

Books: He smells like old books a lot.

Crank: He smells a lot like smoke. Under all that smoke, he smells like soap.

Envy: fresh cedarwood, patchouli, rich leather, sandalwood, exotic amber and musk.

Pride: bay leaves with orange peel and zest. Hints of gunpowder.

Calamity: He smells like black cherries! As well as gunpowder and dirt.

Tragedy: Rich leather and blazing cinnamon.

Crisis: They would smell like hydrogen peroxide and some other stuff that is used to clean wounds and clean up messes. Really strong lemon.

Field: He smells like dirt, grass, and leather.

Crop: Fresh mint with white musk.

Diva: Cigar smoke, fancy drinks, fruity scents and roses.

Charm: Sweet fresh coconut and citrus with orange, pineapple, and cherries.

Corn: He falls asleep in the dirt a lot so… dirt :)

Harvest: Smells like geranium, bergamot, and rich spices. Hints of amber and wood.

Sheep: He smells like blueberry muffins! :D

Duster: He smells like oil, grass, dirt, and farm things.

Lover: He smells like fruits and rich florals. Rich chocolate and amber.

Hearts: Fresh roses! Hints of strawberries too.

Beau: Sort of smells like bubblegum? Not exactly sure.

Dreamboat: Bourbon mixed marshmallows!

Reap: Coffee, dead roses, and light dirt.

David: He smells like grass, leaves, and other plants.

Wraith: He has a faint scent of burning wood.

Screen: Butterscotch!

Keys: Sweet, rich, brown sugar baked vanilla, and cocoa powder.

Chua: I'd say he smells like pennies for some reason.

Dracul: He smells like just... heat.

Shifter: they have no scent at all.

Streams: smells like sugar cookies with buttercream icing.

Social: He wears a lot of different types of perfume :)

Maiden: I think baby powder for some reason

Vestal: He smells like white roses, and milk chocolate

Eros: You know those giant lollipops? He smells like that.

Aphro: Rich coffee with hints of cream, spice, and roasted scents.

Venus: It's too faint to really tell

Cuddles: Warm spices, cinnamon, clove, and nutmeg.

Astra: Lavender and Lilac

Alioth: Campagne, nectarine, and blackcurrant.

Sugar: the smell of white chocolate, vanilla, and blue razzberry.

Sweetie: White chocolate and vanilla.

Cross: chocolate, metal, and hints of dirt and cut grass.

Error: no scent really.

Ink: it changes depending on his emotion :)

Fairy: sugar cookies!

Splat: He smells like paint and sadness lol

Fresh: no scent.

Rad: Same.

Fresh Ink: No smell.

Dusty: He smells like dirt, pine, and woodsmoke

Powder: honey mostly with hints of nuts.

Cupid: chocolate, woodsmoke, and hints of cinnamon

Fragment: Just blueberries.

Stardust: Sweet milk chocolate, hints of butter, creamy vanilla, and hints of smoke.

Shooting Star: Smells like walnuts and gunpowder.

Killer: For some reason, vanilla but a hint of what smells like tar.

Passion: Fried pastry with cinnamon, sugar, caramel, and hints of creamy dark chocolate.

Desire: thick scent of leather and smoke.

Feral: a strong scent of dirt and oil, metal too.

Sharp: Same as Feral but mostly dirt.

Oak: He smells strongly of dirt and strangely vanilla.

Sunflower: Gun Powder, leaves, and mud.

Supernova: Burnt almond cookies and iron.

Sunspot: sweet stuff. Mostly sugar and tea.

Snackers: He smells like Pepper for some reason...

Butcher: A strong scent of honey, like gross strong, and they do that to cover the scent of blood even if it isn't there anymore, they can still smell it.

Bud: He smells like flowers and grass :D

Vine: Same as Bud.

Strawberry: Smells like many different types of fruit.

Beloved: Animal Hide, Leather, smoke, and light perfume

Mercy: old papers and ink.

Ashes: Freshly-turned Soil

Rigel: strong smell of mint.

Vega: Line-dried Laundry, and Copper

Daydream: Sweet apple scent that’s way too strong.

Delusion: he smells like clean clothes and sheets. A really relaxing scent like hints of lavender and such like that.

Mur: Blood Orange and lemon. Leather too.

Solar: Sun-soaked Sand and sunflowers

Nightfall: Melting Chocolate, Wildflowers, and Mahogany

Sunset: leaves, bark, and violet.

Scarlet: coal, smoke, and leather.

Leopard: iron, smoke, and it smells like blood.

Rosy: Maple syrup! :D

Shadow: the scent is VERY faint and is sort of like a light tar smell

Cinnabar: He smells like spicy cinnamon.

Lace: Has a weird scent of snow

Lamp: Poppies and other flowers

Shade: violets and lavender.

Chills: Damp Earth, hot chocolate, and whipped cream scents.

Shiver: oil and the smell of something burning.

Slay: I'd say iron, dust, and faint scent of honey but smells a lil gross.

Nymph: Strawberries, freshly cut grass, and the nice smell of dirt.

Fae: smells like good hay and sweets.

Empire: he smells like freshly picked apples!

Aquatica: has a faint smell of the ocean and sun-warmed sand.

Skillet: He smells like burnt food lol

Determ: A strong and overwhelming scent of strawberries.

Orion: he smells like sweet smelling welding fumes and burning metal.

Altair: has a faint scent of raspberries and rum.

Astrophel: Raspberries, apples, and just a lot of random fruits.

Atlas: he smells like just... strong smell of fresh air.

Soul: Oranges, cream, and blueberries.

Chains: Cinnamon and spicy scents. He smells like a pepper.

#I couldn't do all of them #I'm sorry :(#this is most of them though #undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale imagines #undertale au #undertale headcanons

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wuxiaphoenix · 2 years

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Worldbuilding: Grow Your Own

A neat detail to add to fantastic worlds, either fantasy or science fiction, could be grow your own exotic plant kits.

It takes time and effort, but it might be worth it if you need something grown under very specific conditions. A potion ingredient, or testing out a new species in different planetary conditions before you unleash space kudzu on a brand-new colonized ecosystem. Or worse, space tumbleweed.

Of course, you’d have to trust whoever you got the seeds from. But if you need mandrake for your potion or Italian oregano on Mars, you’re already trusting somebody to harvest, pack, and ship it. Reputable businessmen ought to exist.

Sure, there would always be fly-by-night outfits that cause plenty of trouble with seeds that aren’t what they’re supposed to be, before irate customers (or their survivors) shut them down permanently. But it can be even more fun to imagine the consequences if the plant kit is Exactly What It Says On The Tin. (Or the pot, so to speak.) Do vampire overlords hunt down garlic-growers? What about hawthorn kits, or wild rose hips? Does the local restaurant owners’ association on a new colony have a stranglehold on spice production, and a vested interest in making sure no one has homegrown paprika? Heck, completely legitimate businessmen can get nervous about seed kits; rubber plantations and vanilla growers are both vulnerable to imported molds and bacteria, to the point it can crash an entire industry. If the local government isn’t inspecting plant grow kits for potential problems, businesses like that would - or possibly try to ban them altogether.

Picture the conversation in a new colony’s cell block. “So what are you in for?”

“Grand larceny, diamonds.”

“Murder.”

“...Avocado seeds?”

(Bonus if the seed-smuggler looks mousy, yet is the most feared inmate in lockup.)

Seed kits would also give a nifty explanation for how your Evil Alchemist/Biotechnologist would have all those rare plants: They grew them themselves. (Or at least had a minion do it.)

Meaning if the heroes bust into the secret lair and trip over the greenhouse, the bad guy is going to be really ticked. Years of work, destroyed or contaminated! Argh!

(It might be worse if it’s a minion who runs the greenhouse. Those plants are their life. They’ll come at the heroes with murder in their eyes and a really sharp pruning saw. You know, the kind that reaches up to get tree branches, so they can slice up your heroes without ever getting into brawling range.)

And then there’s the possibility that someone does Something Horrible to a plant’s home range, and the seed kits are all that’s left. Think of gingkoes, a tree left from the time of the dinosaurs, surviving only in some temple grounds. Maybe your heroes need to track down an ancient sect to find one rare species....

#creative writing #worldbuilding #cool plants

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herbgardenguide · 2 months

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The Great Herb Debacle: Basil Blunders and Cilantro Catastrophes

Yo, plant peeps! Gather 'round the virtual campfire for Maya and Ben, your friendly neighborhood herb enthusiasts (or should I say "enthusiastic wannabe herb enthusiasts"), who are here to spill the tea (or should I say the pesto?) on their hilarious journey from seed packets to...well, something vaguely green that vaguely resembled a herb garden.

It all started with a Pinterest-fueled dream of a windowsill bursting with fragrant basil, zesty cilantro, and peppery arugula. Armed with zero experience and an abundance of naivety, they dove headfirst into the world of urban gardening, convinced they were basically plant whisperers. Spoiler alert: they were not.

Their first epic fail involved treating all herbs like, well, herbs. Basil, a sun-worshipper, shivered under the shade of a dill monster who, in turn, stretched desperately for the nonexistent afternoon sun. Their windowsill resembled a botanical Hunger Games, with parsley clinging to life in the dill's shadow, almost all herb seeds, and the newly emerging seedlings drowning in Maya's overenthusiastic watering. Let's just say their first attempt at pesto involved mostly tears and existential dread.

Next came the "tough love" approach. Ben, determined to raise Spartan herbs, neglected his basil until it resembled a sun-scorched tumbleweed. Maya, meanwhile, went full-on helicopter parent with her mint, creating a fragrant, yet wildly invasive jungle that threatened to take over their entire apartment. (RIP, dreams of peaceful coexistence with their feline overlord.)

But amidst the crispy leaves and soggy soil, something magical happened. They started learning. They consulted seasoned gardeners, devoured online blogs, and even bribed their slightly bemused neighbor (Mrs. Henderson, the queen of green thumbs) with baked goods in exchange for wisdom. Slowly, their little herb jungle began to transform. Basil leaves unfurled with newfound vigor, oregano seedlings peeked through their damp soil, and cilantro sprouted with the enthusiasm of a toddler on a sugar rush.

Their journey wasn't exactly smooth sailing. They accidentally planted mint directly in the ground (cue world domination by the minty overlords), mistook thyme for rosemary (their pizza tasted...interesting), and learned the hard way that catnip is indeed catnip (goodbye, dreams of calming kitty cuddles).

But with each mishap, they laughed, learned, and most importantly, grew (both figuratively and literally). Their windowsill now boasts a thriving herb garden, a testament to their resilience and newfound knowledge. They may not have started with green thumbs, but through trial, error, and a whole lot of humor, they cultivated something far more valuable: a love for growing, a respect for nature's rhythm, and a kitchen cabinet bursting with the vibrant flavors of their own little urban oasis. And who knows, maybe next year they'll be brave enough to tackle Mrs. Henderson's infamous habanero peppers... but that, as they say, is a story for another post. ️

So, plant peeps, learn from our mistakes (and maybe a few of our successes)! Embrace the mess, cherish the mishaps, and most importantly, have fun on your own herb-tastic adventure! ✨

#herb garden #plants and herbs #urban gardening #gardening #kitchen garden #kitchen herbs #planting herbs #planting #dried oregano #seeds

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 3 years

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I thought about sending this ask but I don't think I did so sorry if you got this twice!

Anyway, I was camping a bit ago and had to sit uncomfortably close to the fire to escape the relentless bugs and had a thought that Roman could literally just sit IN the fire. He wouldn't get smothered by the smoke or anything, or get burnt at all. He could just escape the bugs by going in the fire. Of course he would also have to give up contact with his loves but I cannot for the life of me get a Roman just casually sitting in fire out of my head. Tulip help the witchy Boi in a campfire is terrorizing my every thought. I blame your great writing.

alksjdlaksjdljasd the idea of Roman just fucking vibing the middle of a campfire while his clothes gradually char off of him is so fucking funny im SHRIEKING

#love and other fairytales ask #laoft roman #laoft shitposting #oregano-overlord #ask

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delimeful · 3 years

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You know that scene in canon Sanders sides where Virgil is like "I'm gonna take a stab here-" Logan: "WHO GAVE HIM A KNIFE?" Virgil: "AN IDEA I mean an idea" (May have used slightly different wording) So imagine that scene (or any other violent expression) , but WIBAR...

ah yes, humans and their many needlessly violent metaphors...

#oregano-overlord #*said in a fond voice*#logan: what do you have #virgil: not a knife!#roman: oh my god why is he talking about knives #wibar #ts logan #ts virgil #ts roman #queue

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incorrect-laoft-quotes · 3 years

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With that last incorrect quote I honestly thought that Virgil was going to say "it'd be nice to get my sister back" for a moment lol

#not a quote #oregano-overlord

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ask-agent-sanders · 3 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could be added to your tag list for this AU? Thank you!

Absolutely! I’m glad you’re enjoying it!

#taglist #oregano-overlord #asks and answers

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wrenhyperfixates · 3 years

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Home Is Such a Lonely Place

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When Loki is handpicked to be part of the Avengers new space force, it causes some problems in your relationship. Will distance make the heart grow fonder or is it too much to bear? Warnings: none I believe :) A/N: Based on the song Home Is Such a Lonely Place by Blink-182. This has been sitting in my drafts since February so here it is. Hope you enjoy :)

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Loki was perfect. No, you weren’t exaggerating; he really was everything you’d ever wanted. It was the circumstances that were the problem. Because you were born a mortal and he a god, so you were relegated to Earth while he spent increasingly more time in space.

The Avengers and SHIELD had both reached the same decision that Earth needed to be protected from extraterrestrial threats. So, who better to send out to space than those with the most experience out there? A team had been assembled, and Loki was put on it, traveling with them for a good many months now. You could still remember when he’d first told you.

“Darling?” he called out, coming home from work that fateful day.

“In here,” you called from the kitchen.

He walked into the messy room, hugging you from behind. Loki rested his head on your shoulder after placing a quick kiss to your cheek, breathing in your scent. You sighed as you relaxed against him, but there was an odd, nervous sort of tension in his body. Frowning as you tried to figure out why, you got an idea.

“Here, try this, love,” you suggested, holding a steaming spoon of pasta sauce to his lips.

After blowing on it a bit, he’d taken the spoon in his mouth, swallowing the sauce. He’d smiled at you, cupping your cheek. “Delicious, my sweet darling.”

“But...?” you’d prompted.

“It could use just a dash more oregano,” he conceded, pinching a small amount of the herb between his fingers and tossing it in, stirring the pot. Mimicking your actions from just moments ago, he held out a spoonful for you to try. “Well?”

“It’s perfect, Loki,” you beamed, pulling him closer. “So perfect, in fact, that I think you need a taste too.”

“Oh, is that so?” he chuckled.

“Mhm,” you hummed before kissing him, the taste of the sauce still on your mouth.

“You were right,” he purred, pulling back a little bit. “Absolutely perfect.”

Troubles momentarily forgotten, the raven haired god set the table for two as you finished cooking dinner. The two of you sat, chatting and eating and holding hands. Everything was going so well, and then you asked a question that made his smile falter.

“So how was your day?” you’d inquired.

“About that,” he said, setting down his utensil. “We need to talk.”

“Uh oh,” you responded. You felt a little nervous as you put down your fork too. “That doesn’t sound good. Is everything ok?”

“Yes... and no,” he sighed. “SHIELD is putting together a team to take care of threats from other planets. A team that they have told me I am to be on.”

“Oh,” you replied, trying to keep your face neutral. You didn’t want to be upset if it was something he was actually excited for. “And it’s required you go?”

“Not exactly. If I plead my case, I’m certain I can stay. Believe me, I do not want to leave you. I will stay, if you wish me to.”

“Well, how long would you be gone for?”

“I am uncertain. It could be three months, or it might be ten.” He bit his lip. “But, darling, tell me to stay and without hesitation, I shall.”

It felt like the floor was falling out from under you. Of course you wanted him to stay, but would that really be fair? Could you let yourself be the one to hold him back? If there was one thing you knew, you loved each other. As long as you didn’t forget or doubt that, you could weather anything.

“No, Loki, it’s a great opportunity,” you said. “You should go. I’ll be waiting here when you get back.”

“Oh, darling,” he whispered, sliding out of his chair. Kneeling before you, Loki rested his head in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his silky black hair. “I swear these next three weeks shall be the best of your life. I will dedicate all my time to you before I leave.”

“My love, I would like nothing more, but I don’t want to monopolize all your time,” you hesitantly said. Though you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could before he left, you didn’t want him to feel obligated to. “If you really don’t mind, though, please do.”

Of course, he was more than happy to and spent just as much time with you as he had promised. But now he’d been gone for six months, and you missed him terribly. You laid on the roof, petting the cat Loki had bought you before he left. So you never got lonely, he said. It had shiny black fur and beautiful green eyes. As soon as Loki gifted your new friend to you, you’d named him Loki Jr., earning you a playful eye roll from the trickster god.

Remembering that night brought a brief smile to your face. Now, you looked up at the moon, Loki Jr. purring as you pet his soft fur. You wondered where your lover was out there in that great expanse of space. Was he looking at it like an empty void? Or was he appreciating the stars and the wonders that were held out there? Maybe he was just indifferent to it, you thought. After all, he’d grown up on Asgard, so perhaps he was used to it.

Going back to your room that evening, your bed felt empty. Your home just felt so lonely without Loki. The real Loki, anyway. As much as you loved Loki Jr., it just wasn’t the same thing. Was your love thinking the same thing, you wondered? You hoped so, but didn’t want to think about it too much, lest your brain make you believe he didn’t miss you.

Sighing, you buried your nose into Loki Jr.’s fur. You had no one to blame except yourself, really. Loki had asked you repeatedly if you wanted him to stay, but you always said no. Told him he had to live his life to the fullest. That he couldn’t wait for you to give him the ok. You’d still be here when you got back, and you had your job at the Tower to keep you occupied. Of course, every mission you observed from there reminded you of Loki. How you’d met and all the shy glances you’d shared. You couldn’t help yourself from wondering how he was doing. He’d be alright, you were sure. But until he got back, it seemed there was nothing you could do to ease your worrying.

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Space was beautiful, there was no denying that. But it was kind of cold and empty too. Especially since the trickster god had to be without you, his beloved. Now that’s not to say he wasn’t having fun or wasn’t enjoying the time he got to spend with his brother. He just still really missed you and your company.

Loki ran his fingers over the picture he had of you. Not too much longer until he could brush his fingers over the soft skin of your beautiful face. Oh, how eight months could feel like a million years, Loki didn’t know. Well, in a way he did; any time spent away from the one you loved with your whole heart as he did you was bound to be tedious and feel drawn out. He’d be arriving back home tomorrow. Or, rather, today, he realized with a thrill as he checked the clock, reading midnight.

It was a bit of a struggle, but soon he was able to fall asleep. When he woke up, there was a mere hour left before reentry into Midgard’s atmosphere. Even with as empty space was, it somehow felt even lonelier with you. And now he’d be back with you in your shared apartment. He couldn’t wait until that night when you got to lay together just holding each other, basking in the other’s presence.

“Well, brother, are you ready to head back?” Thor asked, clapping Loki on the back.

“You have no idea just how eager I am, brother,” Loki replies. “It has been too long away from my beloved.”

“And certainly, they are missing you, too,” the God of Thunder assured.

“I can only hope. But what if they have moved on? We have not even been able to talk to each other in over a month. What if... What if they do not love me anymore?” Loki let himself be vulnerable, utilizing the relationship he and his brother had cultivated on this journey. “They did, after all, encourage me to go. Quite a bit.”

“Yes, but you know they just did not want to hold you back. Cheer up, Loki. Everything will be just fine.”

By the time they landed, Loki had mainly eased his worries, though he did feel a twinge of panic in his heart when he didn’t immediately see you while walking off the ramp. Luckily, you were there, he’d just missed you in the crowd.

Immediately, you ran to him, giving him the biggest hug you could. He reciprocated, beyond happy to feel your frame pressed against his. Tension relieved from both your bodies as you held each other.

“Hello, sweet darling,” he smiled.

“Hello, my love.”

Kissing the top of your head, Loki led you, following the gathered group as they walked further into the Tower while laughing and chatting with their recently arrived teammates. Loki kept an arm around your shoulder, and you one around his waist, the need to keep each other close quite obvious.

You and your boyfriend had to separate for a little while as Loki went to a debriefing. Soon he was back out, and the two of you joined the Avengers for a little welcome party of sorts. It was really just a get-together for the team to catch up. Even though it was a ton of fun, you were more than happy when you and Loki were in your car, driving back to your apartment.

“Welcome home,” you grinned, opening the door. Loki Jr. immediately came and rubbed himself against your legs. Loki smiled as you bent down to pet the cat, glad to know his plan had worked, at least in some degree. “Did you miss it?”

He cupped your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. “You have no idea, darling.”

Unable to wait any longer, Loki leaned in and kissed you. You responded immediately, brining him closer to you. He lifted you up and put your body between his and the wall. You giggled when the two of you finally broke for air, and Loki planted a million little kisses along your neck.

“I missed you, too,” you panted, still breathless.

“Next time,” he said between kisses, “I am telling them I am staying here.”

“Wait.” You brushed a few of his raven locks behind his ear, cocking your head at him. “Next time?”

Loki sighed. He knew he shouldn’t have brought this up so soon. The last thing he wanted was to make you upset on the day he came back home. All the trickster god wanted was to be with you, but of course he had to mention it. You had an adorable inquisitiveness in your eyes as you continued to play with his hair, twirling some of it between your fingers. He wondered if there was still a chance to save the day after his blunder.

“Yes. Fury wants to ship the team back out in a few months. After so long away from you, my darling, the thought sounds torturous. I will stay here. With you,” he explained, setting you back onto the ground.

“But that’s not fair to you,” you protested. “I shouldn’t be the only thing tethering you here. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“No, darling. I want to stay with you, I swear,” he vowed. You frowned, and he felt his heart drop a little. You said you missed him, and yet you were telling him to go again. “Look, sweet darling, it is late already. Let us just enjoy this night together. There is plenty of time to decide.”

“Ok,” you agreed, burying your face against his chest as you hugged again. You really didn’t want him to go, but a human like you shouldn’t tie down a god like him, you thought.

You led him to the bedroom you’d so missed sharing with him. After getting ready for the evening, you both laid in bed, talking of lighter topics. Neither of you could keep your hands off the other, and constantly maintained some kind of contact. Loki hadn’t even realized how late it’d gotten until your sentences began to be punctuated by yawns. Though you would have rather continued the conversation, you acquiesced when he suggested getting some sleep.

“You know,” you said, cuddling up to him, already half asleep. “If you do want to go on the next mission, I won’t be mad, my love.”

“I know. But I want to be with you. Yet you keep telling me to go and...” he trailed off, absentmindedly rubbing your back. “We will talk another time. Just sleep for now, my sweet darling.”

“Alright,” you hummed against him. “Goodnight. I love you. I promise, I’ll never stop loving you.”

“And I promise the same. I love you too.”

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There was only a month left before Loki would leave again. If he left again. You were both still debating, though you had eased up a bit after he voiced his concerns.

“Really, you should go. I- What’s wrong?” you’d asked during one such argument when he frowned.

“You say you love me, but you try to send me away,” he replied, a few tears gathering in his eyes, threatening to spill. “Why?”

“Oh, Loki, I really do love you. I swear on my life.”

“I believe you,” he assured while you kissed his forehead, though with an unmistakable hint of doubt behind the words.

“It’s just you’re a god. And I’m a mortal. I don’t want to hold you back. Hold you here. I don’t really want you to leave either; home is lonely without you. So if you really want to be on Midgard, of course I’ll support that too. I just can’t imagine you wouldn’t rather be free to roam.”

“In all honesty, my darling,” Loki began, “I do quite enjoy space travel. The settling down is nice too, of course, but there is something about being out there that’s freeing. So no, it is not that I want to be on Midgard, but that I want to be with you. I need to be with you. I love you so, so much, and I cannot bear to go without you for so long again.”

“Well, that’s it then. I need you too because I love you too. And you don’t want to go without me, but what about with me? We’ve been so caught up in our argument, we didn’t even consider another option.”

“Bring you with me?”

You nodded nervously. Maybe he was going to tell you it was too dangerous. Maybe he was just being nice saying he wanted to stay with you. But no, he wouldn’t have been this stubborn if that was the case. Just as you were going to try to recant your suggestion, Loki surged forward and kissed you.

“Darling, you’re a genius!” he exclaimed, pulling away. “I cannot believe we did not think of it sooner. You can work on the ship to monitor the missions, just like you do here. And we will be together. It is perfect!”

“Is it ok if we bring Loki Jr. too?” you asked as the cat plopped himself in your lap.

“For you, my sweet darling? For you I would do anything, so of course it is,” he chuckled as he cupped your cheek and kissed you again.

When you broke apart again, you felt happier than you had in a long time, knowing you wouldn’t have to part again. After all, he was your home, and you were his. So as long as you were together, home could never be a lonely place.

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