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                                                and I know she’ll be happy as his bride—

and I know— he will never be satisfied,           I will never be satisfied … 

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Her response forced a chuckle out in spite of himself, and he tilted his head to an angle, falling to perusal of her face. He did not bother to restrain himself; she didn’t seem to be holding back in looking him over, after all.

“Bold words but fair point, Miss---? I don’t believe we’ve been introduced. Tragic, really, that I should miss out on the pleasure of your acquaintance. Perhaps you could remedy the situation, and give me your name?”

Rounding the corner, she nearly collided with another figure. For a brief moment, she was overwhelmed by the instinct to flee, afraid her father had caught wind of her departure; however, then she took in the man before her and her attitude swiftly changed from one of learned fear to inviting interest. He is not one of the suitors, couldn’t be, they were all about being seen; a hidden exchange would win them no favor. No, this one was a different breed, and that only magnified his allure.  A coquettish smile unfolds across her face as she raises a brow. “Where’s yours?” 

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Another town, another party, another endless night of charm and wit and smiling that dashing smile, masquerading and hiding the contempt he held for the locals. They stank of new money; their desperation to elevate their status was positively vulgar. But what they lacked in class he lacked in finances, and it was a necessary evil to wine and dine with those beneath him. Just play the game. Just keep playing the game for as long as it takes.

Finally, he politely excused himself for a moment of fresh air, just a second to breathe and ground himself. The charade could be exhausting, but what else was he to do?

He made his exit and retreated from the hall, and was halfway to the gardens when he found his pathway blocked by another escapee; in fact he nearly ran into her. Discontent was rolling off of the stranger in waves, and he quickly reapplied his mask; albeit halfheartedly.

“Ah, pardon me, miss,” he said, his tone painfully polite, but devoid of any real sentiment. “I’m afraid I did not see you there– I don’t mean to be forward, but– where is your chaperon?”

Another city. Another party. Another ploy to spread the Alexandrovich name.

Hours of being introduced to honorable families, being forced to dance with suitors as dense as the bricks across which they waltzed, and smile upon painted smile. 

At least, this time, he had chosen someplace interesting. New York: a city full of promise and sin—just the right place for a girl like her. By this point, she had already ditched her guard, fled the expectant gazes waiting for her to break the poise and was searching for the way out of this hellhole. She needed the fresh air of the city’s bustling nightlife. She needed something to make her come alive. 

                                                      She needed to get the fuck out of here. 

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                ——————Rewind, rewind, rewind————

I remember that night… I just might regret that night for the rest of my days. But Miss Alexandrovich, I will never forget the first time I saw your face.

                                   “Where are you taking me?” 

                  “I’m about to change your life.” 

                                    “Then by all means, lead the way.” 

——–He’ll never be satisfied, I’ll never be satisfied. 

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“When I fantasize at night it’s his eyes, as I romanticize what might have been if I hadn’t sized him up so quickly. 

                                                      To the groom! To the bride! 

—-May you always be satisfied.” 

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His grip around her wrists loosens, and Loki has to fight his first impulse: to let his hands travel and lace his fingers through hers. To pull her into the safe haven of his arms, to comfort her and shield her from the world that's only ever held contempt for them both. It's been so long since that was an acceptable course of action. It feels like a lifetime.

He spreads his fingers and releases her, severing the tempting contact entirely, his arms falling listlessly to his sides. The eyes that rest on her are soft, however, belying the distance between them. Something far too understanding hides in their depths. Something far too close to love.

          "Those are only words you tell yourself, darling," he says softly. "They need not be truths."

She stops struggling against him and a calmness washes over her. Chocolate orbs bore into his emerald ones as she says her next words simply. 

"It’s not about satisfaction or the amount of love in my heart. I’m wild, Loki. People like me aren’t meant for these kinds of lives, for families and stability. People like me aren’t good enough to deserve all that. You put your heart in my hands and I’ll drop it. You give me happiness and I run.” She pauses and draws in a shaky breath. “I want it all. But I’m so tired of hurting the people I care about because I can’t be the person that they need.” 

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Her words echo carelessly and fall flat upon his ears. If she thought that she could break him she would be bitterly disappointed-- he'd heard far worse from those far more important. He knows that what she's saying is born of desperation and runs more from the desire to harm him than from truth. Still, some of what she hurls does twist something within him, like the phantom pain of a wound long-since scarred over. He frowns down at her, the grip on her wrist relaxing even as her voice grows more heated. When she places her free hand upon his chest he sighs heavily, both at her touch and her words, and twines his thin fingers around that wrist as well, pulling her away. He holds her hands in front of her, as if to prevent her escape.

"I could not make you stay," he says slowly, "because you did not know what you want." He pauses, bites back his anger, shakes his head.

          "When I let go it was because I had nothing. You-- you have everything. A home, a family that loves you. People who see your worth... How can you still be so unsatisfied?"

Surprise. 

His grip is tighter than it has ever been and the action itself triggers all her instincts. Her eyes flicker up to meet his once again, this time with a measure of intrigue and mischief. A part of her mind registers how long it’s been since they’ve been in such close proximity. His words sink deep, bouncing off her skull and echoing, echoing, echoing his venom. His ”darling” darts from his lips like a bitter arrow, however, little does he know he’s missed his mark. 

His rant continues. Her eyes narrow, growing darker with her increasing ire. What gave him the right to tell her what she felt? How dare he have the audacity to swoop in, like some twisted knight, shit-talking the damsel into submission? 

And then that sickening name, spit in the same tone of voice she’d heard all her life. All at once, every fiber of her being is suddenly alive and positively livid. 

"Oh do tell me, darling, how becoming should I be? Would it suit you better if I went through all the motions? A perfect, painted doll of the woman you loved? Smiling and beautiful, but hollow through and through? Or maybe instead, one who could love you truly because God knows, I didn’t.” Her eyes flash with emotion, unconsciously contradicting the words she’s saying. Her teeth clench, her voice becomes more her own as the indifference gives way to vindictiveness. In dealing him the same blow he’d dealt her. ”You were nothing but a game, an entertainment to pass the time. But don’t fret, darling, you weren’t the only one, and you have by far been my favorite of my toys.” 

"You see, you have no idea what I want, Loki. If you did, then you would’ve been able to make me stay. You’re as much a pretender as I am." Her voice softens some and her eyes search his with a newfound desperation. Again, the echoing "darling", now seeping into her veins, mingling with all the other sweet words of his cracking free from her heart’s confines.

She presses her free hand against his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt lightly. “You know how tiring it is, how fruitless. Living as an outsider, watching a world flow around you that you can no longer be apart of…not truly.. You’ve been there, on the edge, and you let go….so why can’t you let me…?”  

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✉

Loki

I found some bruises that I didn’t have before… In places I don’t remember you touching. You weren’t lying when you said you had some tricks up your sleeve. I’ll be seeing you later, I’m expecting. Text me

Dean

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// someday I will find a Tony that will ship frostiron with me. someday......

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I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via doctorrsong)

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yes but consider this for your otp:

being reunited after surviving the zombie apocalypse unknowing if the other was alive or dead AU

rescuing their partner from a recon mission gone wrong AU

drama school rivals being cast as romantic opposites because they have “crazy sexual tension” according to their director AU

"are we both robbing the same house oh fuck" AU

growing up together in a rough neighbourhood AU

mutual friends always dragged to the same inane barbecues AU

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…Soмeтιмeѕ  ɪ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ

                                       I αм ɴoт

                       Human.

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If you hurt my brother there is a 100% chance I will come to your house and kill you.

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          "I do hope you have some reason            for approaching me. I don’t take            kindly to having my time wasted.”

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Gif version of this (x)

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bonus if you add description!

; send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.

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Loki stared down at the red line that bisected the highway, right at the town's border. Storybrooke. Odd name for a town. But certainly not as odd as the things he'd heard about it. Rumors had made their way to New York... whispers... tales of magic, right here in Midgard. It had been enough to pique his interest-- so much so that he'd decided to inspect this strange phenomena for himself. The moment he made that first, purposeful step over the town line, he could feel it. Magic. More than he could ever have hoped for. An entertained smirk played about his lips as he made his way towards the heart of the town.

He stayed to his own, leisurely pace as he sauntered down the main street, taking in the city and its inhabitants. It looked for all the worlds like any other quaint village in this Realm, but the buzzing undercurrent of power told a different story. His eyes alighted on a particular citizen, just a ways ahead. The blonde had something distinct about her, a solid kind of quality that made her seem as though she must hold some authority here. Loki adjusted his coat-- he'd opted for standard Midgardian attire-- and approached her.

          "Pardon--" His tone was polite; he'd found it was often better to establish allies if you were planning to make enemies. His eyes, however, were far too intense for his expression to come off kind. "I don't suppose you could point me in the direction of a hotel. I'm passing through, but I may be planning to stay."