“Odin and Thor cast large shadows. It was easy for Loki to be lost in the darkness. But because of his mother Frigga’s honest love and—before the big breakdown—Thor’s love for him as a brother, there’s a strength of good in Loki that he can’t shake no matter what he wants to do. And that makes him a complex character.”
— Craig Kyle, Thor: The Dark World - The Art of the Movie
Sergeant James Barnes, shipping out for England first thing tomorrow.
[With Loki, there’s no fearing that the reactor’s going to be stolen. There’s no fear at all, really; he may be vulnerable but he trusts Loki. Trust doesn’t come easily to the billionaire.]
Mhm.
[The touch on his reactor doesn’t really make him do anything at all—in fact, he finds the skin around the reactor is quite sensitive and pleasant to the touch, though slightly ticklish.]
How can I return the favor for this? [Tony’s shooting Loki a saucy little smirk now.]
[A smooth, hardly even noticeable smile, is wading into life on those thin lips of his, as the very tips of his fingers, dance over the soft, blue light. He remembers so very much about blue. The tesseract, the casket, his staff, the eyes of those he’d possess and the reactor; and the skin, of course; he can’t forget the skin.]
[An inward shudder at his Jotun form, ironically, sheds light, for a moment.]
[He, however, lets his gaze shift elsewhere, and that little smirk’s enough to conjure one of his own.] I can think of a few things, as I’m sure you can also. [He’s positively purring right now.]
whenever a hot guy wears glasses an angel falls from heaven
He was so hot every angel fell for him
~ Enjoy =u=
i have been crying for probably too long by noW
sorry for my inactivity the past few days, guys :( loki muse is still there, just needed a short break. in the mean time, ive been on my multi character, [and discovering muses for castiel. heheh.]
if im not here, im likely there. but loki will rise, my children.
Tony’s eyes closed as sweat began to bead upon his brow, a slow line of moisture that had him hot and bothered under the collar. His breathing was ragged, his eyes closing slowly with little flutters of his lashes upon his cheek bones. A moment was not something he could ask for, a moment was a luxury and he knew that it would not be rewarded to him tonight. Not yet, anyway. He knew that his immortal lover had his way planned out, and he also knew that he damn well got what he wanted.
The tingle of fingers greeted his groin, his length twitching to be free for the touches. He knew he wanted more, he craved more, and he would do anything within his power to get it if it were any other situation and they weren’t ‘playing’. Tony held back another moan, instead choosing to sip from his wine glass to keep up the pretense as he watched the room, wary of those that might see. But… in truth, of course, it made it all the more exciting.
And then that palm came into the fray, sending shivers rocketing through his body so much so that he gasped openly into his glass of wine. He drank what he had, almost choking on the liquid before setting it back down a little harder than need be. He would have continued with the game had their waiter not appeared with the bill, a smile upon her face as Tony instantly called a silent pause, merely for a moment so he could retrieve his wallet from his back pocket.
The smirk staying on his lips, he almost eased Tony into it. He’d launch him fully into acting it soon enough; though now, of course, in such a crowded area, it would be a slight bit inappropriate, to ask him to get on his knees so quickly. The company might not like that as much as Loki would.
However, interrupted by the waitress, Loki smiled politely at her, before leaning away, understand Tony’s unspoken wish for a time out, removing his hand from the warm premises and leaning mostly away from him, though still close enough to state that Tony was, indeed, taken. “Might I say, the food here is divine,” he hummed, innocently, as if nothing had previously happened between them. “My compliments go to the chef. Though, the service is also rather excellent.” He liked to offer the compliment, here and there. Why not? It gave him a chance to not only see how mortals handled compliments or good manners, but it also granted a relatively warm, homely feeling. You would e expected to offer compliments like that back in Asgard, so, thus, he’d continue that tradition down here on Midgard, too, even if it was an inferior place. He’d seen worse. Much worse.
Giving Tony the time to pay, he himself pondered creating a wealth of currency to offer, though he knew he needn’t do that. His lover had such a thing covered. And how odd it was, now. Some aspects about Tony, Loki found he couldn’t stop thinking about, right now. He was both incredibly possessive over him, and incredibly desiring of him, right now. Quite a lot of Loki’s desire came from how well stimulated he was mentally, and, when it came to Tony Stark; he had quite the weakness for him. It was, undoubtedly, a bad thing, but he found that he’d rather be wreckless than cautious, most of the time. When he’d finished with paying, the finest china removed, silver ware atop them, Loki then made a bid to stand. Oh, he hoped he’d done enough in that short occuring to give Tony a visible arousal. He certainly did look flustered. “Come along, pet,” he commanded, quietly, so only Tony heard. The smirk reappeared.
