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“For you?” he smirks. “I’m always free.” The assassin’s hand rests on Din’s bicep. “So handsome, what did you have in mind?” he asks.

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#for science

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DIN DJARIN inspecting his new ship in THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT CHAPTER 5: RETURN OF THE MANDALORIAN

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#Din Djarin, king of comedy

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Stunning. Absolutely stunning.

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brokenxarmor​:

Din ignored Archer for a moment as he brought the bounty into the ship and started to put him under carbonite, tagging him before it became solid. He then stuck him in with the other bounties he had and hid them back, building that habit mostly for Grogu. Din turned around till he faced Archer when he was done, his blood still boiling but he was able to slow his breathing down enough to seem fine. “Sorry to disappoint you.” He tilted his head a little at him, quietly looking him over as he nodded at him. “I’ll be fine…” Din looked him over again and huffed. “I already got the bounty, so what are you still doing here?”

Archer falls silent as he follows after his fellow bounty hunter, watching him go through the motions of putting the bounty away, grinning a bit. “Oh you hardly ever disappoint me, mooka.” he says lowly, stepping in closer to the other. It’s the ‘what are you still doing here’ that stops his hand and he gives Din a look of ‘really?’ before leaning back from the other bit, head jerking a bit. “That is a very weird way of saying “Thanks for the assist.” he snorts and looks away, stepping back from Din entirely to go look at the mark encased in carbonite. “But if you want me to fuck off that bad, just say so.” Archer then moves for open ramp. If Din didn’t want to be bothered, he wasn’t gonna stick around.

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emeraldcast​:

Too small for a Frost Giant. The words of the Allfather rang in his ears. He was too tall for Midgard, too odd for Asgard, and too small to be worthy of staying alive in Jotunheim. Was he doomed to never fit in anywhere he went? Was that his curse? Was that why he was so good at changing his shape? Loki didn’t want to have to make himself even smaller than he was, not when he was already considered too small from the two worlds that he’d come from. ❝ I think I’ll stick with my own height, it’s not my fault your kind are so short. ❞

He didn’t mean to be snippy with the boy, especially when he knew the mortal was only tying to help, but he’d unwittingly touched a nerve that had become exposed more and more over the years.  ❝ My apologies, I’m just finding the adjustments more challenging than I had expected. ❞ He was trying to be better, for Thor if nothing else, but how could he possibly made amends for what he’d done? His actions had been the catalyst for Thanos and for millions of lives being snapped out of existence. Yes, they had been brought back, but the hurt was still there. 

❝ I just want to lay low until things are more settled, and like you said, I don’t need people to throw themselves at me, wanting to fight or kill me before I can try to fix what I did. ❞ Removing the jacket, he put it back on the clothing rack and began searching for something less loud.

Archer understood that. It was the curse he’d brought upon himself. In his quest to be better than his parents he’d made it impossible for himself to really fit in to the places he chose to occupy. Too brutal to be amongst fellow agents, too aggressive amongst his fellow Avengers, too off putting amongst civilians. The only place he really fit amongst were the people he’d gone up against. In reality he was one bad day away from being the monster he really was. “Look I’m not considered short, so the fuck do I care?” he snorts.

“Hey, no skin off my teeth man, being people is hard as fuck.” he grins over at the other. Archer didn’t know if he believed in ‘better’ per se, but rather getting better at fighting and denying the urges that came with one’s true nature. While his family history with the god was touchy at best, he likely had a lot more in common with the other man than he’d like to admit.

“Oh I didn’t mean they’d want to kill you, I meant they’d wanna fuck you.” he says bluntly before laughing a little. “Besides, that’s why I’m here.” he shrugs. “I know green and black are typically your colors, but you may wanna branch out for the time being.”

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@brokenxarmor​ [X]

Mando could slice it however he wanted, but seeing that unmitigated rage come out of the other? Pretty hot, and that probably said a lot about Archer as a person, but the mercenary had always been honest about who he was. He watches as Din grabs the unconscious man by the collar and all but drags him towards the Razorcrest. This draws a snort from Archer as he follows after him. “Well now that you tell me that, I’m a little sad, doesn’t hurt to express a little rage now and again.” he grins, saying this as if he didn’t ‘express a little rage’ a lot of the time.

Archer was known for his deadly accuracy and brutality. Typically he wasn’t above taking jobs where the target wasn’t necessarily required to be brought in alive or he straight up took jobs where he did have to kill someone. “You gonna be good Mando?” he asks.

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emeraldcast​:

“Fine, so I’m tall, I fail to see why that’s an issue.” All he had wanted to know was if the clothes he’d chosen were suitable enough for a life on Midgard, not have his appearance be analyzed by some kid. “I wasn’t being sensitive, you made it sound like my face was an issue, I wanted to know why. If I’m to have a clean slate and try to live a life in this realm, I need to be less…noticeable.” 

“Well the tallness makes you stand out a smidge, so you may just have to live with that fact of life unless you’re willing to make yourself shorter all the time.” he clears his throat and picks up his water bottle, taking a drink. “Look man, having a clean slate isn’t something you can just have by living under the radar.” he looks up at Loki. “Sometimes you gotta clean it off yourself.” he shrugs. Jesus when did he acquire this wisdom? When did he become this person? Archer lets out a long sigh. “And your face isn’t an issue... it’s isn’t that bad of a face.” he admits. 

He then takes in a breath. “However, that jacket? Loud as fuck, pick something else, you’re basically built like a runway model and while in most cases playing to that is a good idea, we don’t need people throwing themselves at you while you’re just trying to live your life.”

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emeraldcast​:

“I’m not that tall.” Loki had spotted people taller than him, and the same height as him. It wasn’t his fault that the mortal was shorter than him….a lot shorter. “I can change my appearance however and whenever I want, but I must say I’m curious to know what you think is wrong with my face.”

“Yeah, you are.” he snorts. The people taller than an Asgardian were a lot more rare than the god realized. “Yeah I’m aware you can my dude.” he nods a few times. However, it’s the insinuation that Archer thought something was wrong with Loki’s face that has him laughing. “God you’re sensitive, I didn’t say anything was wrong with it, it’s just very distinctive.”

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Send "Can I kiss you?" for my muse's reaction!

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send my muse “please… please don’t go.” to see their reaction !

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My boyfriend sneezed and I accidentally said shut the fuck up instead of saying bless you