‘what is the sense in brushing your hair if i am going to merely muss it up all over again? ’ as she half-purrs, half-growls this, she is slinging a leg over his lap where he sits, and just depositing herself on his lap, hairbrush in hand. ‘ hmn? tell me, silvertongue. ’
The way he says it, the informal human title rolls off his mouth sweet as honey and elegant as ambrosia. He speaks it clearly, softly, like bells.
“You realize the P.R. suicide embedded within such a selection of … date …do you not? I beg of you, tis an honor, but think of your own best interests.”
His chest is tight, and only growing tighter.
Tony swallows thickly, eyes wide in surprise at the way his name falls from the god’s lips. “Oh god,” he breathes, licking his lips as he stares at Loki for a long moment. He could listen to him saying his name just like that all day long. He’d probably never get any work done ever again as a result, but in that moment, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
Snapping out of it as Loki continues, he coughs awkwardly, looking away as his cheeks flush in embarrassed arousal. It takes him longer than he likes to compose himself enough to look back up at the trickster once more, playing at nonchalance as he offers his thoughts, “I don’t care about me. If we’re ever going to change how the world sees you, we’ve got to start to somewhere.”
“You deserve better than hiding yourself away here in the tower with me,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t get me wrong, I love having you here. I don’t want you to go anywhere. I just… You deserve morethan just this. And I want to help you get it.”
A slight smirk plays at his lips as he flirts, “Besides, how could I possibly go wrong showing up on the arm of a gorgeous god like yourself?”
“Stark,” and out comes Tony’s surname, in Loki’s scolding tone. “If I’m to be another of your tabloid stunts, paraded about your gala and in the bloody pressroom of your upstate training facility, in order to get a rise out of your enemies, then you can find yourself another monster.”
“I’ve spent quite enough of my life playing scapegoat and second-fiddle.”
He uncurls from his seat and opens a portal to a particularly secluded section of Central Park, where an aberrational summer snow has already begun to announce his presence.
But when Tony uncovers startlingly selfless motives, Loki balks.
“ …ehm, oh. I. Fail to see what I’ve done to earn such fidelity, but if that is your wish, then … I, ehm. I accept.”
Peter moved about the tower grabbing a bag of chips to snack on hoping that would curb his hunger off before he actually had to stop working on his projects. As he walked through the living area of the tower he stopped dead in his tracks. “Loki?” The Teen asked himself wondering if the Trickster could hear him. Slowly approaching him he then stopped when he turned towards him. “Hey! Uh I didn’t know you would be here Mister Loki. Uh Peter, in case you forgot.” He offered a wave before bringing it back to the bag of chips making a rather uncomfortable, for Peter, crinkling noise. “I, uh, am helping Tony on some projects.”
“All very well, Master Parker,” Loki greets the adolescent; there’s a faintest tint of amusement about his wan features, the way a mother wolf observes a fox that plays slightly too close to her cubs, but permits the act nonetheless. “I remember you, yes. Tis hazardous for the health of the onlooker not to learn the name of the Iron Man’s favored charges.”
His eyes go to the human confection. His mouth curves upward, like a slim pink ribbon being snagged. A hiss of mirth slips through his nose.
“For what is surely a warrior’s task,” he demurs, donning all his most diplomatic charms, “you require a larger measurement of protein.”
He conjures a hot dog with the works, steaming, wonderfully aromatic, and hands it to the boy.
“If you contract constipation, do call me, I’ve potions to rectify that. Usually magically constructed foods do not effect this result.”
I mean, it’s my own damn fault for loving the look of it on the user end, especially after matching colours to go with the main theme. But holy hell at the amount of coding required to actually handle the page. And this is coming from someone who’s been handling web design and development for over 20 years.
But I’ve moved the gif lineup that wasthe relationships page to bethe roster, and there is now anew relationships page (the same layout as the one I use over on Layla’s blog). Obviously I’ve also got a lot of image editing in my future as well, because finding premade images of the needed resolution is a bitch (trust me, I’ve looked).
That said, mains and mutuals: if you would like to make your own image for me to use for your muse(s), feel free to submit it (link .03 on the main page). Just make sure it’s 350 x 250 pixels and SFW please.
y’all know that this is like. social media right????? like if you wanna unfollow someone you can?????? and you don’t need to send in a resignation letter with your reasons and explanations or send anon hate to try to justify yourself????? like it’s okay. you can just. click the button. there’s a button. it’s right there. just click it. that’s all you gotta do.
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