#agntwells

[asgardianhammer]

( @agntwells continued from here. )

[ o ]--- ' Unfortunately that won't be possible.'

The sentence rings and echoes in his mind, coaxing a flare of anger to bubble up in the depths of his core.

At first there was an attempt made, with a deep exhale and slow pacing, to control the worst of it, keep it from spilling out. The exasperated sigh on the other end however, the annoyance in the sound alone, it provoked the snarky, hissed out comment.

' I'm sorry Mr. Odinson, there's nothing I can do. Your father was very clear on the matter.'

Temper flared, still so harshly at times, and he was about to start another lithany of arguments when the touch on his forearm both startled and grounded him. Glance dances to the side, mouth still somewhat agape where it had opened to continue the rant, yet facing Liza brings about a wash of...calm to flood his being.

' Right, sure. Thank you Miss Potts.'

For a prolonged moment the phone hovers by his ear, and only after two measured breaths are gulped does he lower the device, ending the call with a ferocious tap of his thumb.

' Hey... you. Didn't hear you come in... ' and the smile that curves into view is forced, tense, feeling the tightness of it Thor moves to place a gentle peck on her forehead. ' You brought dinner?'

[frostkingoftheapocalypse]

@agntwells from here The guards? Ugh-- she huffed quietly, but she had an inkling they’d been his guards, doubting very much that the Prince would have been warned by his father’s guards. It was difficult, walking on eggshells knowing that some here were looking for a reason, any reason, to label her a spy or somehow not suitable. Thankfully, she had come to find solace in her betrothed, feeling on much sturdier ground now that she had his support. Still, Liza was stubborn and didn’t want to be a burden, and now Loki was lifting her into his arms and tucking her under his night coat. Despite feeling slightly embarrassed still, she slipped her arms around his neck and nuzzled against him, enjoying the warmth that enveloped her now. A contented sigh escaped her lips and she pulled away enough to look up at him as he continued down the hall, away from their rooms. His question caused her to arch a brow as she hummed thoughtfully. “I feel like that highly depends on where you were. There’s only a couple of things I could think of that would warrant a true scolding.” Liza said, a small smile tugging at her lips as her fingers lightly fussed with the hair at the nape of his neck. “But I do want to know what you were up to.” A curious glint shone in her eyes as she wondered where it was they were going.

Her huff puffed up her pink, cold-bitten cheeks like a small animal in protest of being thoroughly teased. It took a significant exertion of his will not to laugh at her. He knew she would not appreciate being called sweet, either.

"Now I definately feel I should restrain from confession." he rested his chin atop her un-pinned hair as he spoke, amusement glittering in his tone. His betrothed fit so well in the crook of his arms and neck. Aside from her resiliance in the face of so much, her equal teamwork in defiance of his father and stubborn persistence that she be allowed to join him in doing so, he would be lying if he said this was not growing on him --right down to her icy feet, sending gooseflesh from where her heels were knocking against his exposed hip.

"If you see work upon mine desk, pretend you are still asleep, betrothed. You have seen nothing. This is a darling, rosy dream of yours."

His study was like walking into a hot bath; testament to how long he had been in there, hearth ablaze.

[ofgunsandlipstick]

@agntwells || cont'd

She doesn't mean to be rude, doesn't mean to space out. In fact, it has nothing to do with Liza at all. Several sleepless nights dealing with the latest crises have her fighting to keep her eyes from closing at all. But there's no rest for the weary.

Peggy shakes off her stupor as Liza apologizes, coming back to her senses in a snap. "Apologies, Agent Wells. It's nothing to do with you. It's just... it's been a long day. Or five. Thank you for the report. I'll look it over and sign it off."

[frostkingoftheapocalypse]

@agntwells

[utsxlevshiy]

❛ at least i found a nice room. the other rooms are much worse. ❜

@agntwells

Bullet holes riddled the farthest wall, a dark stain spread across the ceiling . Gunmetal eyes followed its trail before letting out a soft scoff, her finger twitched before letting in a deep breath before locking eyes with Lisa.

“How gracious of you.”

She Ignored the muffled sound of the man tied behind her, shutting the door behind them.

“ are you hurt?”

[frozeninices]

bookshelves. your muse getting touchy with mine in a library.

Typically this wasn’t something Steve had planned for today but it was pretty difficult to resist her. He made sure to bring her to a secluded spot towards the back, and with his hearing he probably could get the two out of being caught before anyone finds out.

Pushing her against the wall deep kisses were pressed to her lips, both hands grabbing her ass to bring her closer to him. Steve truly was getting touchy with her in the library.

[musesforthedamned]

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[asgardianhammer]

[ o ]--- Without even a sliver of hesitation arm curves a fraction tighter as she leaned into him, her weight a quiet surrender against a man that desperately wanted to be that needed rock. Digits curled as well, fingers then tracing light circles on her body, as if he could smooth the ache out of beloved form through sheer presence alone.

And he had come to love her mother, so very much.

That love lived in the same part of him that had once belonged only to childhood wonder, had nestled there quite quickly even. From the first time Mary had fussed over his coat being too thin for a December wind, from the second she had scolded him lovingly about tracking in snow and made him a sandwich without asking. It was the gentleness of being known without needing to be judged, the sanctuary that was needed offered without any sort of effort.

' She has always looked at me like I belonged,' he states gently, the words not quite catching in his throat. ' Even when I hadn't yet figured out how to look at myself.'

Bending ever so slightly a small kiss is brushed against Liza's temple, holding her close.

' I love you,' comes the muttered answer in return, simply stated as a truth that was dense and infinite.

The question is contemplated for a moment, and a nod follows soon, languid and thoughtful. ' Yeah, let's ask her. We'll make something nice tonight, something with lots of carbs and garlic. Some wine. You can rest for a bit, I'll get the place ready. '

Hand seeks out and finds hers under the table, callused fingers threading with Liza's with deliberate steadiness.

' Shall we bring some goodies from here? A whole bag of blueberry and chocolate muffins?'

Knowing that he was absolutely sure, the gentle reassurance she heard in his voice, it eased more of the tension out of her shoulders. It also served to bring a fresh wave of emotions rushing forward -- love and hope. 

Sniffling quietly, she can’t help leaning into Thor’s touch, not realizing how much she’d needed that hopeful feeling, and she was desperate to hold onto it. She always has been, it warms something in her to know that he’s always seen her mom as his family, and she knew a little of the strength she’d offered Thor when he’d most needed it. Mary had always had that intuition, it seemed, now that she thought back on it. Always checking, always asking how he was, to which Liza would remind her, you have his number, Ma.

I know, and I do ask him, but I’m going to ask you, too, because you’ll be honest.

Mary had known, even without Liza telling her, that Thor had needed the kind of comfort and guidance only a mom could offer, and she did so freely, loving the young man that looked at her daughter like she was the sun without hesitation.

Liza would have climbed into his lap were they at home rather than in a diner booth, so she settled for turning her body towards his, nuzzling against him as best she could. “I love you.” She muttered quietly, those three words meaning a thousand things all at once. 

She nodded at his question from where she was still leaning against him, grateful for the way he was laying out a plan -- or at least the start of one. He did have a point, after all. “We do kinda do it best when we’re flying by the seats of our pants, don’t we?” Liza asked with a still-emotional giggle, rubbing her nose on her sleeve as she pulled away just enough to look up at Thor. “It sounds perfect. We can help her find a good doctor, I know she’s got notes, I could hear the papers over the phone.” She sighed quietly and glanced back at the coffee that had gone cold. “This has been the longest day ever and it’s only noon… should I see if she wants to come out tonight? She always hops on the train in Jersey, never takes more than a few hours. Time enough for us to plan dinner and for me to try and nap.” She murmured, feeling a bone-deep kind of tired that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

[utt-archive1]

repost  &  fill   in  the  words  you  most  associate  with  your  character.

ANIMAL : Lion

COLOUR(S) : atm white and gold.

SONG : *hits random on playlist cause it's mood-based* Cozy Beyonce

PLANT : White Orchids, Aerangis splendida.

TIME OF DAY: Dawn.

SMELL : Petrichor, ozone, and florals.

SEASON : All of them, but if I must, spring.

PLACE :  Honestly, it's a list and needs its own post.

CANDY : Semsemeya.

GEMSTONE : red ruby

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN : Sagittarius

FABRIC : Natural fabrics.

DRINK : Strong teas.

VICE : Pride, occasional arrogance, hypocritical.

VIRTUE : Accepting, giving in every sense of the word, indomitable.

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[asgardianhammer]

( @agntwells continued from here )

[ o ]--- This was the most hated part, of doing and experiencing something new, the not knowing how to approach it or even begin to fix whatever was going haywire.

Carefully wrapping an arm around her brings Liza close, tender gesture performed in an utterly mindful way. It was the sort that he hoped would give some quiet strength, or reassurance, only offering support in a way he was able to right now.

Cheek brushed against Liza's hair before pressing a tender kiss there, breathing her in with a deep inhale, processing the moment they were in.

' You're not failing, you're just very new at this, and learning.'

Glancing down he watches the now calm rise and fall of their daughter's tiny chest, small bundle resting in Liza's arm appearing utterly fragile.

' She cries because she only has big feelings that can't go anywhere but out. And you make her feel safe, see, even if it takes a while...'

Taking a moment to offer another tender kiss to beloved head Thor hums a gentle, utterly subdued melody, sound barely above a whisper. It lasts for a few prolonged moments before he dares to nudge her.

' Hey... you need to catch some zzz's I think... I can take over.'

[asgardianhammer]

... She moves with the confidence of a child showered in love daily, and I sleep better at night knowing the pitter-patter of her small feet will wake me in the morning. She is all I could ever have hoped for, and more than I deserve ... -  ( journal entry T. Odinson - September 18th, 2018 )

[asgardianhammer]

#(( look at the height difference #just look at it #and that is WITH new loubotins and this is most likely one of the first tabloid pics #before this it was snap shots and he just convices her to not give a damn #and finally she stops giving a damn straigtens her spine and they go out for dinner #and his pride makes her proud and gdi ))

[utt-archive1]

What soft romance cliché are you?

because i love you!

passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. when the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. all of your pent up emotions that you've kept inside of you come bursting out: "beCAUSE I LOVE YOU!" how could they be so dense. how could YOU be so dense. you've loved each other this whole time. your love tends to be strong, and loud. sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. you're also HOT. good for you.

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[asgardianhammer]

Imagine Your OTP

Tol: is that my shirt

Smol, wearing a shirt that goes down to their knees: ... no

[asgardianhammer]

you know all my hiding places.

[ o ]--- Stepping into the small coffee shop felt like being embraced by a warm blanket, the scent of very strong espressos and apple pie invading his nostrils almost immediately.

It had been years since he had stepped one foot in here, probably during her pregnancy with Gregory, and yet somehow it still felt familiar, like an ancient blanket that had seen better days yet held too much warmth and memories to get rid of.

' Yep, I do.'

Already lowering himself into the booth next to Liza before replying there is another familiarity, of trying to fold long legs under the table in a way that would not disturb the large cups on it too much. Almost mindlessly his hand seeks out Liza's, curling around the slightly colder digits that rest on her thigh, a gentle sigh released to mingle with the pleasantly scented air.

' So, do you want to talk about it sunshine? And for the record, I'm perfectly fine with just sitting here, in silence, ordering everything off the menu.'

[asgardianhammer]

[ o ]--- Liza was positively beaming, and damn it all he nearly forgot what he was supposed to be doing. There was flour on her wrist and in the soft curl of her hair, and the way she perched on the counter like some radiant little imp watching him with that smile.... Honestly, nobody would stand a chance against that.

Thor let out a soft exhale, shaking his head once like it might clear the fog of affection pooling behind his ribs and in his brain, turning back to the bowl in hopes doing something would distract enough.

' I don't know what I did to deserve you, well.. both of you actually,' and voice is soft, thoughtful, hands steady as he folded the batter with practiced care. ' And no, you haven't told me yet how sweet, and fantastic, and great I am, so you still need to do that.'

The tease is offered with a wink for good measure, the flour-dusted cake pans placed carefully on the counter.

' It's been years since we celebrated his birthday...' and here there is a small pause, a minute staring at one of the pans. ' Which, when you think about it, is kind of awful isn't it? He just...'

Sentence is punctuated with a one-shouldered shrug, and uncertain how to finish it there is a soft sigh before the batter is poured into the pans. The gentle flow of it, and the brief moment of quiet somehow helps with rearranging his thoughts, and tapping both pans on the counter to remove the bubbles Thor nods as if resigning to something.

' Every time he wasn't here on his birthday I would think: damn, what if we had his last, what if..? That mercenary gig of his, it's terrible to be honest. I wish he would let that go already...'

I wouldn’t have you any other way -- she practically glows at his words. These moments, when nothing but the two of them matters, are when she’s the happiest. When she can bask in his attention and know that she didn’t need to be anyone but herself, that he would look at her this way no matter what… this is happiness. The press of his lips to her own causes her pulse to spike, especially when coupled with the feeling of his fingers digging into her hips.

A hum escapes against his lips, smirk playing at the corners of her mouth when he accuses her of knowing exactly what she’s doing -- of course he’s right, she knew exactly what she’d started with this. Didn’t mean she was going to fess up to it. Still, when he brought up the entire reason for the cake, her expression softened and she gave a slightly resigned sigh at the same time he stepped back and gave his own heavy exhale.

“Okay, okay, I will keep my hands to myself until it’s in the oven.” She promised, reaching for a dish towel to dust the flour from her hands. Liza understood what being able to surprise Clint meant to Thor, and it made her love him that much more -- if it were even possible to. Rather than disrupt further, she hopped up to sit on the empty counter space to watch, her smile soft. “This whole surprise is really sweet, y’know. Did I tell you that yet? I can’t wait to see his face.”