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Hacker, Intern, Coffee enthusiast. God of Mischief rehabilitator. Master of sorcery, master of lies, kneel for me. Your God commands it.((Darcy and Loki centered blog, semi-selective, nsfw, can play both together or seperate. mun and muses over 21))
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nightLoki huffed, smothering a laugh even as he wondered what in the nines a ‘cactus’ was.
“That is unecessary, i doubt whatever it is i would be allowed it within the confines of my-” Call. “…..Rooms.”
He cocked his head at her, as she looked around his dwelling, a sense of …dread? Nervous energy, coiled in his gut as he wondered if she liked what he had done to it. Though noting her shivering, he allowed a hidden hearth to breathe to life with fire so she could warm. Mortals….were weak things after all.
“Sit in front of the fire, i do not need you dying in my presence. Stark blames me for enough.”
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givemeaherocookie:
you work at the tattoo parlor next door to my flower shop and the first time you came in i thought you were going to rob me bc holy shit that’s a LOT of tattoos and wow you just look really scary but you’re actually pretty nice??? and every time you come in you just buy a single flower and then you leave and that’s literally the only interaction we have for months until one night it’s super late when i close up and you pull up on a harley davidson and ask if i need a ride home??? uh sure thanks i guess??? and i get up the courage to ask you what you use the flowers for and turns out you use them as a reference when making flower tattoos that’s super cool tell me more (and gee whiz your helmet hair is really freaking hot wtf) au
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Loki cocked his head, watching the last remnants of ash fell through the child’s young human’s hold onto the breeze before hearing the bitter words. He resisted the urge to heave a sigh, his eyes closing as he felt the bitter pain of being labeled a babysitter. In all honestly he had not minded molding the mind of this young one.
Anthony was just young.
“Only Mother knows, though i have no doubt the All-Father knew as soon as the letter appeared.” His words were as level and normal calm as he could make them without giving away his aching heart unease of the situation. “I came merely to see what was taking you from your lessons, I have no knowledge of the contents of your personal matters.” Not that he wouldn’t love a l l o w the young one to confide in him if that was what the other wished. He would listen tolerate the conversation.
He nearly scoffed at his own mind as he saw the outcome already.
He was a God.
He was a God, a f r i e n d teacher to this mortal.
He was the best lie smith to anyone but himself.
“Come, she wishes to see you. Perhaps it is to do with your....news.”
Of Golden Apples
ODINSON, Loki (alias: Reindeer Games)
— @taz3rs-mischi3f
It’s ALWAYS twilight on Asgard. The sun never fully sets, nor does it ever full rise. TONY has never given much THOUGHT to the notion until now when he’s staring out at the edge of the realm watching it pour over into NOTHING. How many days had PASSED? How many SUNSETS had he missed? The people around him CAME and WENT mostly ignorant to his lingering presence on the edge of their vision. The l e t t e r came that morning, a HASTILY written scrawl that masked a plea for HELP in all the bravado that a man could muster. There wasn’t enough TIME to finish the drag of the pen to complete individual letters.
There wasn’t enough TIME.
“You need to come back. Your parents were killed in a car accident, the shareholders are asking too many questions. I’m sorry for your loss. - O. Stane”
Some people slowed when they REALIZED that it was TONY sitting there, but he didn’t NEED to look at them to see the PITY that befell their faces each time they caught sight of the watery lines CASCADING down his cheeks. He had never felt more FOREIGN to that world as he did in that moment. This wasn’t the life that he was SUPPOSED to have. For the first time in years he missed his parents.
Letting out a DEFEATED sigh, the paper c r i n k l e d at the edges, c u r l i n g in on itself before catching FIRE and turning to ASH in his hands.
TONY heard the footfalls of a FAMILIAR gait, of boots that were WELL worn against their soles as they pressed into the ground beneath them. And he tries, and he tries, and he t r i e s to will their wearer away, but there was NEVER any such luck. The laugh that slipped past his lips is BITTER and CYNICAL— ❝I was wondering when your father would send you to collect me. Does everyone know?❞ He SCOFFED and RUBBED his eyes with the back of his hands, stubbornly refusing to move from where he was rooted.
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Loki scoffed, the man may not have been human in anything but looks....though the blood was a small tell, he sure was stubborn like one.
“For Banner to be gone, something must have transpired after the events on Asgard. You saved many of my people, as much as they may despise me some, they are still mine. For this i am in your debt, as much as I am Banners’ were he here.”
Loki turned on his heal, easily keeping pace with the beast and out-pacing him enough to lead the way.
“Your mind is clouded with darkness. Would you divulge, i would know why, and aid if i could. The fact you are out here and not at the company of Stark or my oaf of a brother tells me much.”
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What in Helheim had he gotten himself into? Indebted to this….well he would be a child in the eyes of any of Loki’s ilk. Though Loki doubted he would appreciate the comparison.
“It would be faster if you allowed me to move us to a cabin i have procured just to the north. It is well hidden, and we would be out of the blasted rain and thunder.”
Loki suppressed a childish huff, following along at the rapid pace Banner’s inner self set. How do you convince something that is like a stone? He was worse then Thor’s stubborn nature…..or Norns forbid Heimdal’s. Loki shuddered just thinking about it, and then saddened thinking of his home. His determination to get this debt paid making him square his shoulders and march appear in front of the wandering beast.
“Your body is Human, at least in looks. You do not want to draw attention to yourself? We must leave this path before some other human notices us. I am not exactly unrecognized on your world, and until you agree i will not leave your side.”
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Loki cocked his head at the good captains words, almost letting the smirk apear on his lips at the thought of being so one sided.
“Now where is the fun in that? Humans are so....concerned with sexuality. Those men will die thinking of this night. Fondling members of their own sex seems to be mortifying for them. And what a simple way to start this night.”
A good dash of amusement, for a start”
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What in Helheim had he gotten himself into? Indebted to this....well he would be a child in the eyes of any of Loki’s ilk. Though Loki doubted he would appreciate the comparison.
“It would be faster if you allowed me to move us to a cabin i have procured just to the north. It is well hidden, and we would be out of the blasted rain and thunder.”
Loki suppressed a childish huff, following along at the rapid pace Banner’s inner self set. How do you convince something that is like a stone? He was worse then Thor’s stubborn nature.....or Norns forbid Heimdal’s. Loki shuddered just thinking about it, and then saddened thinking of his home. His determination to get this debt paid making him square his shoulders and march appear in front of the wandering beast.
“Your body is Human, at least in looks. You do not want to draw attention to yourself? We must leave this path before some other human notices us. I am not exactly unrecognized on your world, and until you agree i will not leave your side.”
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Loki glanced at the intruder of his moment, cocking a brow as he took in the other male. His senses red flagging the encounter, but his curiosity winning out as he turned back to the scene he had created.
“An interruption would be if i was deterred. Are you deterring me from what i am doing?”
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Loki narrowly avoided yet another amorous male running at full tilt down the narrow streets. He smirked to himself allowing his magic to transport him atop the buildings overlooking his mischief.
A strip club was an interesting mortal past time, however when all the male dancers magically began fawning all over each other on the buildings roof? Now that was amusing. Making all of the homo-sapiens drooling over females believe that the MALE dancers were female? That was priceless.
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Loki sighed, having already acknowledged just to himself this would be a fight. Or... perhaps some subtle hinting.... The oaf did seem to be afraid of the thunder, and judging by how far he was from any Avenger nonsense.
“Oh for Odin’s sake.....would you get over yourself a moment? No longer on the run i may be, but i still dislike my brother greatly and standing in his element is not good for anyone.” Loki hissed the words out, dripping as much false hatred as he could into them, though he did not have to act much. He still could barely stand Thor at the best of times.
“You were of Banner, therefore you are one and the same in the eyes of the Norn, the teachers of how to handle such debt. At least allow me to feed you and clothe you in more durable wear.” Loki held no illusions the beast (he really needed a better name for him then that if this debt was to be cleared) knew who the Norn were, or that Loki mostly spoke truth. They would not allow him to just walk away.
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Hulk always thought that this would be what he wanted. Finally separated from Banner, on his own, but he felt so empty. It was… wrong. He was left with a horrible sadness and guilt in the pit of his stomach. Banner was gone and Hulk had tried to save him, but… whatever he did, whatever he used Hulk couldn’t stop him. Trying to hold on to him felt like touching the sun. It left him human and his mind reeling with scattered memories from Bruce.He didn’t know if any of his, well Banner’s, friends would recognize him, or if they would even take him in. He didn’t know what else to do, so he did what he always did. He ran.
Hulk had been living like this for almost a month now, walking day and night through the country. He didn’t know how to read. He didn’t know where he was going. Hell he hadn’t actually had a meal the entire time. he was just living off of fish he could catch or stealing meat from wolf and bear kills. The jacket he was wearing was old and worn. His body was littered with scars most old, but a lot of new ones. He had learned on his travels that he still couldn’t die. It didn’t matter if there was a hole right through his heart or a chunk torn from his side. It would heal, slowly, but he would live to tell the tale.
He had been avoiding pretty much everyone, especially those he knew before, so when he heard the all too familiar voice behind him his brows furrowed with confusion. The man before loki looked exhausted and broken, but a brief flash of anger crossed those stormy green eyes. “What?” He barked out
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“So he is gone, i could not feel him dueling with you as he once was.” Though Loki held his tongue when he sensed the anger at mentioning Banner, the beast was indeed alone then. Much like...
“I have come to tell banner that asgard has fallen and things are to become worse. Now however....”
Loki wondered if it was wise to mention the debt he believed he owed the man....and his beast....for their aid on asgard. For he would mention no OTHER help the man had bestowed on him. Debts were paid. He would give shelter for now, and see if more needed to be done. Banner he owed a debt.....but the beast had been the one to.....
“Shelter, for now. For your aid. A debt is owed, and a debt will be paid.”
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Hulk always thought that this would be what he wanted. Finally separated from Banner, on his own, but he felt so empty. It was… wrong. He was left with a horrible sadness and guilt in the pit of his stomach. Banner was gone and Hulk had tried to save him, but… whatever he did, whatever he used Hulk couldn’t stop him. Trying to hold on to him felt like touching the sun. It left him human and his mind reeling with scattered memories from Bruce.He didn’t know if any of his, well Banner’s, friends would recognize him, or if they would even take him in. He didn’t know what else to do, so he did what he always did. He ran.
Hulk had been living like this for almost a month now, walking day and night through the country. He didn’t know how to read. He didn’t know where he was going. Hell he hadn’t actually had a meal the entire time. he was just living off of fish he could catch or stealing meat from wolf and bear kills. The jacket he was wearing was old and worn. His body was littered with scars most old, but a lot of new ones. He had learned on his travels that he still couldn’t die. It didn’t matter if there was a hole right through his heart or a chunk torn from his side. It would heal, slowly, but he would live to tell the tale.
He had been avoiding pretty much everyone, especially those he knew before, so when he heard the all too familiar voice behind him his brows furrowed with confusion. The man before loki looked exhausted and broken, but a brief flash of anger crossed those stormy green eyes. “What?” He barked out
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Loki didn’t even flinch. His suspicions confirmed as soon as he saw the ragged ..... man? Could the beast that once dwelled inside Banner be called a man? He looked as a mortal did, though more pain and life experience shone in those eyes Loki had only ever seen in the old wise ones that once worshiped him as the God he was once was.
“You seem lost, where is your host?” Loki did not know if his time on that warrior planet had changed the beast much, but he knew a lost soul when he saw one. And his magic saw the darkness hovering around the mind of this once violent entity. He could not however, feel or see the meek Doctor.
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Hulk always thought that this would be what he wanted. Finally separated from Banner, on his own, but he felt so empty. It was… wrong. He was left with a horrible sadness and guilt in the pit of his stomach. Banner was gone and Hulk had tried to save him, but… whatever he did, whatever he used Hulk couldn’t stop him. Trying to hold on to him felt like touching the sun. It left him human and his mind reeling with scattered memories from Bruce.He didn’t know if any of his, well Banner’s, friends would recognize him, or if they would even take him in. He didn’t know what else to do, so he did what he always did. He ran.
Hulk had been living like this for almost a month now, walking day and night through the country. He didn’t know how to read. He didn’t know where he was going. Hell he hadn’t actually had a meal the entire time. he was just living off of fish he could catch or stealing meat from wolf and bear kills. The jacket he was wearing was old and worn. His body was littered with scars most old, but a lot of new ones. He had learned on his travels that he still couldn’t die. It didn’t matter if there was a hole right through his heart or a chunk torn from his side. It would heal, slowly, but he would live to tell the tale.
He had been avoiding pretty much everyone, especially those he knew before, so when he heard the all too familiar voice behind him his brows furrowed with confusion. The man before loki looked exhausted and broken, but a brief flash of anger crossed those stormy green eyes. “What?” He barked out
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"I..had a nightmare. It's stupid but I can't go back to sleep and you can do the glowy fingers make brain happy stuff so um. Please?" Darcy whispered, trembling in her thin nightgown after sneaking to his door.
Loki sighed, rolling his eyes back into his skull when he realized the person incessantly knocking on his door was only Thor’s self proclaimed “shield-sister” and Loki’s (although in public eye very reluctantly admitted to) semi partner in intellect. Sighing he moved slightly to the side allowing her into his living space within Stark Tower.
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Loki narrowly avoided yet another amorous male running at full tilt down the narrow streets. He smirked to himself allowing his magic to transport him atop the buildings overlooking his mischief.
A strip club was an interesting mortal past time, however when all the male dancers magically began fawning all over each other on the buildings roof? Now that was amusing. Making all of the homo-sapiens drooling over females believe that the MALE dancers were female? That was priceless.
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a hero’s guilt meme pt. 1
“You’re no hero. You’re just some KID that THINKS he knows the difference between right and wrong.”
“What about the ones you DIDN’T save?”
“How do you sleep at night? Knowing you could have done MORE?”
“Your GUILT is gonna eat you alive one day.”
“Everyone HATES you. Why do you do it?”
“What’s the point of saving the lives of people that want you DEAD?”
“Look how EASILY they turned their backs on you.”
“You’ve got the WEIGHT of the WORLD over your shoulders. How much longer can you keep it up?”
“You can’t save them all.”
“You let them down. You let them ALL down.”
“They were counting on you…”
“They’re DEAD, because of you!”
“You could have SAVED them!”
“This city is YOUR responsibility. Look at what YOU let happen!”
“All you do is HURT people. Do us a favor and just LEAVE.”
“How’s it feel? Playing HERO?”
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Manhandling symbol starters
Send one for your muse to…
★ - drag my muse by the arm
⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back
✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way
➜ - smack my muse upside the head
⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck
© - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere
✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down
✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation)
☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up
♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up
♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch
♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank
♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room
♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them
♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye
♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth
☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back
☠ - slam my muse into a wall
☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground
Add as much or as little context as you’d like!
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Sharing A Bed Starters
“Did you have a nightmare?”
“I had a nightmare.”
“There’s plenty of room for the both of us.”
“There is not enough room here for both of us.”
“It’s cold. We should try to conserve body heat.”
“You’re not even going to notice because you’ll be asleep!”
“We’ve only got the one bed between the two of us.”
“Quit stealing the covers.”
“Quit kicking me.”
“It’s better than sleeping on the floor.”
“It’s either this or you sleep in the tub.”
“Alright. Get up here.”
“We’re sleeping in the same bed, not together!”
“Please go to bed.”
“Sleep is for the weak.”
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Dutch oven!”
“You sleep on top of the sheets.”
“I’ll sleep on top of the sheets.”
“I’m scared. Can I sleep with you?”
“You’re scared? You can come sleep with me, I guess.”
“I have to sleep closer to the door.”
“I can’t sleep this close to the door.”
“Stop getting up so early. You always wake me up.”
“Stop staying up so late. I can never fall asleep.”
“We can cuddle.”
“Just don’t try cuddling me or anything.”
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