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[cozy-the-overlord]

Free Fall

Summary: Tony Stark arranges for an Avengers Teambuilding Day at a local amusement park. Loki had been hoping to avoid it -- he's had enough thrills to last a lifetime, he has no desire to seek out more -- but you and your endearing enthusiasm for roller coasters convince him to come along. However, the free fall drop tower you start out with turns out to be a bit more thrilling than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3,482

Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: Drags self out of the grave and awkwardly waves

So it's been a minute since I posted lol. Those of you who follow may be aware that I recently graduated from college with the Final Semester From Hell that involved my computer hard drive dying on me in class and causing me to lose not only forty pages of my honors thesis two weeks before it was due, but also almost every WIP I had been working on in the past four years because I am an idiot who chronically forgets to back things up :D I did make it through college, but between stress, burnout, depression, and the death of any motivation to work on anything because of having to restart from the beginning for all of my projects, I went a while without writing anything. But I'm slowly getting back into it -- I have several projects in the works and I'm hoping to get back to posting more regularly. This fic was a short piece that I had started prior to the computer death that I had a lot of physical notes on so they weren't lost when my hard drive decided to yeet itself into the sun. I'm not entirely happy with it, but honestly it feels so good to finally finish something that I don't care.

Anyways, sorry for the obnoxious A/N. Thank you so much for reading!

Warnings: PTSD, flashbacks, panic attack, a bit of motion sickness?

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Standing in the shadow of the great tower, heart thudding in his throat, Loki is suddenly aware that he’s made an enormous mistake.

Next to him, Stark whistles. “This is what you usually start with?”

You grin up at the spire, a massive construction of electric green cutting through the cloudless sky. Two elevators, one on either side, are creeping slowly up the length of the tower. They linger at the top for just a moment before plunging back down to Earth, their occupants screaming. Loki feels ill just watching, but you’re practically vibrating in place. “It’s good to get the blood pumping.”

He can’t bring himself to look at you.

It’s your fault that he’s here. Loki hadn’t planned to come today at all. A day spent outside in the sweltering summer sun, following Stark’s gaggle of misfits onto various machines designed to fling mortals from side to side to simulate the feeling of a near death experience? Loki couldn’t imagine anything more torturous. Thor’s begging and cajoling received nothing in response. No, he hadn’t the slightest intention of coming today, not until last night, when he came across you restocking the main refrigerator.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” you had asked as you arranged rows of Red Bull on the top shelf. “I can’t wait to take you guys around Rapid Rails—I’ve been begging Mr. Stark to do a teambuilding day there ever since he hired me.”

Your eagerness caught him off guard— as Stark’s personal assistant, you had been present at all of his godforsaken teambuilding events, but Loki had never known you to be particularly excited about any of them. “I … I wasn’t aware you had such an attachment to it.”

“Oh yeah—I grew up just down the street from there!” You beamed at him, breaking down the cardboard box you had used to carry the cans. “We used to have season passes – they were way cheaper when I was a kid – and we’d just go there to hang out all the time. Gosh it was so fun. And now I get to go for work!” You let out a merry laugh. “I guess some things never change, right?”

Loki huffed a soft chuckle. He had never seen you like this before, practically bubbling over in excitement. It was … rather endearing. “I suppose not.”

“You are coming, right? Thor said you hadn’t made up your mind yet.”

Were the circumstances different, Loki might have scoffed. Hadn’t made up your mind yet—Norns, his brother lived in denial. Instead though, he hesitated. “I … I’m afraid I hadn’t planned on it.”

“Really?” The way your face fell actually hurt his chest. “Why not?”

“I—” He glanced away, pressing his lips together. “I’m not sure I’m one for your roller coasters,” he said, finally. “You’d likely have a better time without me there.” It was an attempt at lightheartedness, but you only seemed more disappointed.

“Oh, that’s not true at all! I was really looking forward to—” you stopped suddenly, and when Loki looked up again, you were biting your lip with a nervous laugh. “I mean, it would be really fun if you came with us. But it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I suppose I could come, if you so desire.” He hoped he sounded nonchalantly cool, and that you couldn’t see the way his heart fluttered at the idea that you might want him there. “I wouldn’t wish to let you down.”

“Oh, I mean—” You looked away, the light from the refrigerator silhouetting your frame. “I don’t want to force you, if you don’t want to. You shouldn’t do it just for me.”

“No, I …” He inhaled, then smiled. “I think I would like to join you.”

And so here he is, at the base of this great metal monstrosity, intently studying the sign outside of the line entrance to avoid Thor’s knowing smirk. His brother has never worn self-satisfaction well.

DEATH DROP: THE TALLEST AND FASTEST DROP TOWER ON THE EAST COAST

 The description is illustrated with a photograph of two people strapped to their seats, mouths wide in mid-scream as their hair flies every which way. Loki lets out a shaky exhale as he reads. The tower, it claims, is 400 feet tall. It reaches top speeds of 85 miles per hour. The ride itself lasts about 90 seconds in total. The measuring stand besides the entrance indicates that participants must be at least 48 inches tall.

400 feet. That doesn’t sound too terrible, he tells himself. The concept of a foot as a unit of measurement is still something he struggles to wrap his head around, but he knows that Stark Tower stands at over a thousand. So that’s not too bad. 400 feet would be a drop in the bucket, really, compared to …

No. He pushes the thought down, back into the dark recesses of his memory. None of that. Not today.

Stark smirks at him. “You’re looking green, Tommy Wiseau.”

Loki swallows, straining to maintain his stiff mask of composure. It’s bad enough to have Stark reveling in his discomfort, but now you’re looking over at him too, brow furrowed in concern, and he wishes he could melt away on the spot. “I’m quite fine.”

“Of course he is!” Thor booms, slapping his shoulder with a hearty thwack that does nothing for Loki’s stomach. “We’ve fallen from much higher heights, haven’t we, brother?”

Weightless. Breathless. Engulfed by inky nothingness, the air so thin he can’t even scream —

Loki’s smile hurts. “Yes, very true.”

“You don’t have to go, Loki,” you interject. “It’s totally okay— I have friends who love roller coasters and refuse to touch this ride. It’s a lot.”

He knows you mean it as reassurance, but he can’t stand the way you’re looking at him, as if he were a frightened child, too fragile to be brought along. Are you regretting having convinced him to change his mind? Do you feel that he’s only holding you back? Somehow, the idea that you no longer want him here is almost as sickening as the thought of the fall.

Loki huffs a breath. No. He will prove himself worthy of your coaster. “I assure you, I am fine.” His voice is more strained than he’d prefer it to be. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?”

…

The attendant seems rather starstruck as he ushers the group onto the ride—he stumbles and stammers through the explanation of the seating arrangements and the harness. Loki’s not really listening as he follows you to the left side of the cart, trying not to ignore the buzzing that seems to be settling behind his ears.

You smile up at him. “Would you rather sit on the side or in the middle?”

He frowns. “Does it make a difference?”

“Well, personally I don’t think so, but I know some people who get scared of heights think it’s easier to sit in the middle.”

“I’m not scared of heights.” The words come out far too quickly to sound believable, and he curses inwardly at himself. “I can sit on the side.”

“Are you sure?”  You eye him uncertainly. “It’s okay if you—"

“I’m quite capable of managing such a seat.” He sits before you have the chance to question him again.

The seat is rather tight—Loki wonders if that’s intentional, or if it’s simply built with a smaller frame in mind. In the cart off to the right, he can hear Thor fumbling about with the attendant, and he chuckles despite himself. If he’s finding it to be a bit of a squeeze, he can’t imagine the troubles his bulky brother must be having.

It’s a momentary reprieve from his darker thoughts, and Loki is actually smiling when you warn him to sit back against the seat.

“The harness is going to be coming down soon.”

“What?”

You motion to the contraption above the cart, two plastic green masses shaped like upside down u’s that hover above your heads like the top of a clam shell. “It sits over you and keeps you from flying out of the cart.” You let out a small laugh. “It’s like the harnesses on the Quinjets, but way less cool. They also have little handles that you can hold on to if you want.”

Loki is eyeing the harnesses uncertainly. “What do you mean they’ll be coming down soon?”

“You used to have to pull it down yourself, but they have it all programmed now.” A great mechanical creak cracks through the air, and you press yourself against the back of the seat. “Oh, here it comes now!”

He frowns, mimicking your movement to sit as far back as he can. The green restraint descends slowly over his head, with a metallic groan that does not give him much faith in the construction of this monstrosity. He expects it to stop once it was hovering over his torso, but it continues until it’s pressed snuggly against his chest, pinning him to the seat. The attendant is saying something over the intercom, but Loki barely registers it over the feeling of the restraint. It’s … it’s not a painful sensation, but the firmness with which it holds … he’s been restrained before. Little flames of memory spark in the corners of his mind, flames he can’t seem to douse no matter how hard he tries.

Get it off. Get it off. Get it off.

He gives an apprehensive tug on the metal handles that now rest on either shoulder, a tug which quickly turns into a hard yank. The harness does not move. His mouth has gone dry.

“Loki?” you’re frowning at him, your head only barely visible through your own harness. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You’re not bothered by the restraint. Of course you aren’t—how many times did you say you’ve ridden this ride? It’s fine. It’s fine. Goodness, what must you think of him, seeing him panic over the safety harness that you’ve worn hundreds of times before for fun? He nods his head, shaking away the feelings and memories and emotions and all the other thoughts that he wishes he could just wash down the drain …

“Are you sure—?”

“Perfectly,” he spits, but it comes out more snappishly than he intended, and you recoil with a look on your face that makes him despise himself.

I shouldn’t be allowed to speak.

“And enjoy your ride!” the attendant finishes with a flourish, and the thick metal cranking is all the warning you get before the cart begins to lift off from the ground. Loki’s heart jumps to his throat, pounding so fast he can’t make out the separate beats.

“This part is the scariest bit,” you yell at him over the grinding of machinery. “The anticipation kills me!”

Loki inhales. The elevator continues to rise, inching up slowly along the spire, the ground beneath their feet melting into miniature. This is alright, he tells himself. If this is the worst part of the experience, then he’ll be just fine. There’s nothing particularly frightening about it—he spoke the truth when he told you that he had never been bothered by heights. It’s all perfectly fine.

Perfectly. Fine.

Norns, they’re still going up. He risks a glance at the track above him—surely they must be close now? The movement makes him queasy, and he quickly turns back to face straight ahead. His knuckles are white from clutching the handles. The harness is digging into his chest and it takes all of his self-control not to rip it off. The elevator stutters—is this it? His breath catches, but no, they’re still going up. They seem to be slowing down though, don’t they? Or is that only his imagination?

I’m going to be ill.

They’ve stopped. That’s not in his head. Everything seems frozen in place. Why did he agree to do this? Loki presses his eyes closed. Any moment now. Any moment …

Still nothing.

His chest aches. He may have forgotten to breathe. Why have they stopped? Is something wrong? Loki turns to you—you look ecstatic, eyes crinkled with elation, mouth wide in an open grin.

“When is it going to—”

You drop.

The world goes silent. He feels it, that awful sensation in his stomach as the line goes slack and colors rush before his eyes in a blur until it all fades to darkness, airlessness, weightlessness, his lungs burning and drowning on the empty void of space—he’s falling, he’s falling again, he’s falling again oh please Norns not again—

There’s ground beneath his feet. He’s not sure where it came from. His knuckles ache. You’re talking – to him? He’s not sure, he only barely can make out your voice …

“Loki? The harness is coming up. Can you let go?”

He’s still clinging to the handles. Can he let go? He’s not sure. His body feels like lead. He pries his fingers from the metal tube and the pressure against his chest vanishes with a woosh over his head.

“There you go.” Your voice is soft, encouraging, closer than he remembered. He looks up to find you kneeling on the ground before him. You flash a nervous smile. “You alright?”

He’s not sure what to say. His instinct is to apologize, insist that yes, of course, he’s quite alright, he didn’t mean to give any impression to the contrary, everything is fine, but the words catch in his throat.

stars melting together smothering his last breath

Loki lets out a shuddering breath, settles for a nod.

“What’s the hold-up?” Stark calls out. “Barton and Romanov are waiting with the kids on the other side of the park.”

“We’re just taking a break for a minute!” Your reply is hurried. “You guys can go on, we’ll meet you there.”

“Is something wrong?” Thor sounds concerned, and—oh great—now both him and Stark are walking over to their cart. “Loki? What happened?”

“I—” But words, so often his steadfast ally, seem to be failing him right now. What happened? He has no answer; at least, none that his brother would accept. For nothing had happened, not really, and yet that was enough to send him spiraling through the fabric of reality.

He hates this. He hates feeling so weak.

Stark is chuckling. “If I knew that this was all it took to shut him up, I would have rented this place out sooner—”

Enough.

Loki forces himself to stand – far too quickly, his stomach churns at the movement, but he swallows the bile in his throat. He needs to get away. It doesn’t matter how, but he needs to not be with them. Besides him, you scramble to your feet too.

“I’m well.” His voice doesn’t sound right—it feels foreign, and thick like syrup, nothing like his own. “You may go on without me.”

“Are you certain?” Thor is frowning. “We can wait—”

Please don’t.

“I’m certain. I just need to sit for a moment.”

“There’s a bench nearby!” You’ve taken on the same cheery inflection typical of your working voice, and it adds a sense of normalcy to a distinctly abnormal situation. He’s grateful for it. “I can show you where!”

Both Stark and his brother seem reluctant to leave, but you insist that it’s fine. “I’ll call you if anything changes.”

He feels slightly steadier as he follows you to the bench—it’s just a wooden thing on the side of the concrete path, across from what appears to be a diner of some sort. You mumble something about going to get water. It’s a relief when you turn away, so you don’t see how he collapses against the seat.

There’s ground beneath his feet. Loki closes his eyes, focuses on that. There’s ground beneath my feet. The asphalt is firm, hot with the summer sun, anchoring him to reality. He lets out a breath. It feels safe.

Unless, of course, it crumbles beneath your step and flings you back into the abyss –

“Hey.” He jerks up at the sound of your voice, and the suddenness causes you to jump as well. You shift apologetically, standing in front of him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Loki swallows. How did he not hear you come up? “You didn’t.” Although it must be obvious that you did. At least you’re kind enough to allow him the lie.

You offer him a plastic cup. It’s a flimsy thing, but quite cold, relieving against his feverish skin. He takes it with a mumbled thanks, pretending he doesn’t notice how you’re studying him with a quiet sort of concern.

“Are you feeling better?” you ask after a moment.

Loki bites down on the inside of his cheek, relishing the way it stings. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just – I mean – ” you glance down, tugging at your shirt sleeve. “I get panic attacks too.”

“I don’t—” But he stops himself, stops the urge to argue. Gives a gentle nod instead. “I’m well, thank you. I just … I need a moment to catch my breath.”

“I’m sorry …” You look away guiltily. “Death Drop is kind of a lot – we shouldn’t have done that first.”

“It’s not that. I –” He wants to explain to you. He wants you to know that he’s not usually like this—he never used to be like this, he’s strong and steady and perfectly capable of anything you could ask of him, but his voice is failing once again. Loki huffs a sigh. “You ought to go on with the others. I don’t wish to ruin your day.”

“Oh, you haven’t ruined anything. I’ve been on every ride in this park about a million times. It’s fine!” Your voice is bubbly and light as you sit down next to him on the bench. There’s something oddly comforting about the sound. “Besides, it’s bad etiquette to leave a friend by themselves at an amusement park. Buddy system and all that.”

A friend. He can only stare at you.

You falter. “Unless … unless you’d rather I left?”

“No—” Loki surprises himself with how quickly he answers. “No, I’d rather you didn’t.”

Several minutes pass in silence, the frantic beating of his heart slowly tapering off into something softer as he drinks in your presence. He’s grateful for it, grateful for how you let him soak in the quiet. Thor would never have allowed him such a moment’s peace.

 He’s considering asking if you’re sure you don’t want to go on any other coasters (he feels guilty for keeping you here—perhaps he can accompany you through the queue and wait on the ground?) when you suddenly sit up stock-straight. “Oh!”

Loki frowns. “Is something wrong?”

You turn to him with a wide grin. “I just remembered they have Dole Whip here!”

“They—what kind of whip?” What sort of ride would a whip be, he wonders? A human sized slingshot, perhaps? His stomach lurches at the thought.

Luckily though, he’s proved wrong. “Dole Whip!” you giggle. “It’s like ice cream, but fruit flavored. Like there’s pineapple and strawberry and whatnot—it’s like soft serve.” You look at him with a kind of hopeful excitement. “Do you want to try some?”

Loki hums. He has yet to try soft serve ice cream, but he knows his brother practically swears by the stuff. “Is it good?”

“Supposedly. I’ve actually never tried it— we never wanted to spend money on park food when we would come as kids. It’s stupid expensive.” You smirk. “But today’s all on Mr. Stark’s dime, so…”

He chuckles. “And you would take advantage of your employer in such a fashion? I didn’t realize I had such a Machiavellian on my hands.”

“Hey, I’m just taking advantage of the opportunities presented to me!” You stand with a grin, holding your hands up in a mock surrender pose. “You can’t blame me for that, can you?”

“Oh, I’d never,” he teases as he stands, and he’s relieved to find that his legs have regained their steadiness. “I’d be honored to experience this Dole Whip with you on Stark’s expense.”

“Fantastic,” you beam. “It’s not too far from here. And it’s right next to a bunch of these little shops—they have this ridiculous giant sea monster toy that costs like $300, I can show you—”

You continue on as the both of you walk down the path, telling him all about the park’s various hidden gems and the inside jokes you and your friends have concocted around them, and Loki finds himself laughing more than not—he can’t help it, your giggles are just too infectious.

Huh. Perhaps joining you today wasn’t a mistake after all.

[zanystrawberrycrusade]

Odin : *banishes Hela and erases all physical proof of her existence*

Some random asgardian : hey, didn't you have a child?

Odin : ......

Some other random asgardian : yeah, he did, had black hair, androgynous, pale, only wore black and green..... , kinda greasy

Odin : uhmmmm.....

Odin adopting the first emo child he comes across : yes, here he is

[shinyportalsandthings]

Sooo after season 2 of Loki, I decided I was Loki-deficient and have supplemented by bringing him into a second play-through of Baldur's Gate 3. Allow me to present to you...Loki (Tav), based more on his version in the comics than the TV series, but a Loki is a Loki.

I have a few threads of a story, that (comic) Loki somehow got tossed into that realm which isn't unreasonable. More on this under the cut.

Poor Gale fell for Loki almost immediately (as he's prone to doing), but alas, while Loki enjoyed Gale's wit and education, he didn't have any feelings or attraction for him.

I had no intention of romancing Shadowheart, but alas, Loki-Tav had the hots for her soft looks and emo heart almost immediately. My first play-through, I stayed with Gale, so this time, HELL YES "we" got with Halsin. }:) (But that was more for me than Loki...)

I figure Loki didn't like Astarion very much for quite a while, finding him overly dramatic (there can be only ONE drama queen!), but eventually came to trust him, even if they aren't best buds. Not sure how Cazador's story will play out...

He likes and trusts Lae'zel, appreciating her bluntness and finds her lack of tact amusing. He adores Karlach (who wouldn't?!).

I think Jaheira would remind him a bit too much of a nosy aunt, but he would appreciate her powers.

Now as for his look, I couldn't replicate Jotun-as-Asgardian, so thought half-elf would simulate it and boy howdy, Those Cheekbones! Trying to get true black hair was a bit of a trick, but there's actually a Loki-as-Tav video out there that I found later, which may help if you want to bring him into your own game.

And honestly? It's been a delight to travel Faerûn causing a wee bit of chaos. :D

Also, accidentally turning everyone around you into cats or dogs seems very Loki-like.

[wrenhyperfixates]

Hi I’m sorry to bother you I’m trying to read your of all the places series again and I can’t find it. Would you mind linking the Masterlist for it again please? Thanks!

Teehee funny story, my masterlists don't work anymore because I changed my blog name but head on over to my archive blog @the-emo-asgardian where I just reblogged the whole series for ya. I figured that'd be a bit quicker than me relinking everything lol. Hope you enjoy!

[songbirdsingingthings]

Update 12/14/23

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[acefeather2002]

Fluff Alphabet

I saw this list in the masterlist of @the-emo-asgardian for Loki x Reader, but I wanted to try to make a new trend of this by using my actual SO for the answers. I hope you don't mind. With that, let's get on with the list!

A=Adoration: What do they adore about you? The way I don't judge him and am able to understand his mindset really easily. "I appreciate how when I'm going through something and try to brush it off as nothing, you're always like, 'Eh, if it means something to you, then it means something to me.'" (This is pretty true tbh😅)

What I adore about him is his antics. He always has a way to make me laugh with his crazy habits like changing his voice (not necessarily voice impressions but still...). He's always so much fun to be around.

B=Beauty: What do they find most beautiful about you? "Your laugh, your smile, I wanna say your skin, but that sounds really creepy...(😂) I wanna say your personality too."

His consideration and his kindness. He says he's not a good person, but he is actually very kind and caring. I also love his laugh. So much so to the point where it's almost like a mission to be able to hear it at LEAST once or twice whenever we're on the phone or with each other.

C=Cuddles: Do they like cuddling? "I don't think I have to answer that (lol)! Like it's pretty obvious!" (Simple answer: Yes)

Simple answer: Yes.

D=Date: What's their favorite date you've had? We went bowling after seeing a movie at a mall. It was a lot of fun.

I'd probably say the bowling date too, even though it ended on a less than happy note that I'm not getting into. Everything is fine now, don't worry.

E=Embarrassed: What about you makes them flustered? "I'm not flustered easily, that's the problem. I've only been nervous...I've never really been embarrassed..."

When he starts consistently complimenting me...idk why I get so flustered and embarrassed when he starts doing that but I do...

F=Forever: How do they plan the rest of your life together going? "I feel like it would go pretty great...Like you know how to...control me. ... So...WONDERFULLY! MORE WONDERFUL THAN WONDER WOMAN!!"

We see us being really happy together actually. We have all sorts of date ideas and have talked about what kind of things we'd do if we were married and whatnot.

G=Gifts: Do they like giving gifts? Receiving them? "I give gifts..." He is such a spendthrift. He can take gifts, but he usually says he doesn't need anything. But if given the chance and ability, he would literally buy anything and everything he could to make his loved ones happy. (Which I can appreciate, but I'm always like "I don't need it." But he's like "I want you to have it!" "I don't need it!" "Take it!" It's a bunch of back and forth with this...😅)

I'm not bad at giving gifts because I'm always going by what kind of things the recipient would really like/appreciate/be able to use. Plus, my mindset is if I'm able to get the gift, then I'll get it, but if it's out of my budget then I'll have to look at something else. With receiving though, I'm easy to please, so I'm pretty appreciative about whatever I'm given.

H=Hello: What's their favorite way to greet you? "Hug and a kiss. That sounds so sappy! 'Oh, look! I'm a bleeding heart!'" (Looks like could kill you, is a cinnamon roll. I said this to him when asking this and he stopped halfway through an empty threat. I said, "What are you gonna do?" He said, "Most likely nothing..." "That's what I thought!" (I got unexpectedly bold with him lol. The most he'd do is probably pin me down and tickle me to tears...))

Tbh kinda same.

I=Impression: What was their first impression of you? "Honestly my first impression was that you were a cool girl...even though you were kinda quiet. I also noticed that you were very...cool, kind, pretty..."

For me, it was kinda like, "Oh, he's nice. He's fun to have a conversation with. I hope we can be good friends." And then we became more than that lol

J=Journal: Do they keep a journal? He does keep a journal that he doodles in from time to time. Not as often as he used to though.

I don't really keep a journal, but I do have a songbook that I write in sometimes when I do get inspiration from him.

K=Kisses: What's their favorite part of you to kiss? "I guess the obvious lips?"

Basically same. And his cheeks and other basic places where couples usually kiss each other.

L=Love: How do they tell you they love you? Most of the time, it's just a straight out, "I love you." He says it, he texts it, he sends graphics, emojis, and gifs.

As for me, basically same. I'd say it, I'll text it, I'd send images and gifs and emojis.

M=Mischief: Do they prank you? Prank with you? "I mean, I feel like it'd be both. ... I'd prank you AND join you." This boy is a frickin' gremlin and a troll. Mischief could be his middle name...

Frankly, we both feel and do the same things about a lot of these.😅

N=Never: What's something they would never do to you? "Hurt you."

Force him into something he doesn't want to do.

O=Original: How original are they when it comes to wooing you? "I mean...pretty original. ...We're not standard people."

Idk...it's not really something that I think about tbh

P=Protective: How protective are they of you? "I got a knife. That's all you need to know."

I got a taser. That's all you need to know.

Q=Quiet: What quiet, peaceful moments do they appreciate the most? "Cuddling or just watching a YouTube video. Or just sleeping." We literally sleep when on the phone with each other.

Same answer.

R=Romance: How romantic are they? He can be VERY romantic.

I guess I can be kinda romantic what with all the cuddling and kissing a whatnot that we do.

S=Sharing: Are they good at sharing their emotions with you? "Yes." I feel like he's gotten better about it. He used to just internalize his emotions, but for a good while, he's grown more open about his thoughts and feelings.

I'm pretty good about expressing how I feel because I essentially wear my heart on my sleeve. If I have an opinion, there's a chance that it'll be heard by someone. Most likely him.

T=Trust: How much do they trust you? "A lot! A Lot! A LOT!!"

Same answer. We trust each other with a lot. The things we've talked about. We've revealed so much to each other already, and we're not even 5 months in yet.

U=Upset: How do they comfort you when you're upset? He hasn't really been upset. But, if the situation were to arise, most likely I'd primarily talk to him to get it out. That's mainly when he's sad. If he's mad, then I'd let him cool down, then we'll talk.

He somehow always has the right words to say. At one point I was going through a wave of grief at the loss of my favorite uncle and I was telling him about it. That day, I was feeling like crap and I couldn't cry for a long while that day until I told him about it and he was saying that in his culture (he's Mexican) the loved one isn't truly dead until they're forgotten, so as long as we keep his memory alive then he's still alive in our hearts. That honestly was what broke me and allowed me to let it out with him by my side. He doesn't know this bc I haven't told him yet, but it's moments like this that stick with me because they remind me of how caring and compassionate he really is/can be.

V=Vulnerable: When was the first time they were vulnerable with you? We haven't really had a moment where he was vulnerable yet, so this can't really be answered yet. There will be an update when the time comes.

As for me, the vulnerable moment is basically described under U. Even though I'm more emotional than him, that was probably the most vulnerable I had ever been with him.

W=When: When did they realize they were in love with you? In middle school. We just didn't realize it. The full story is in a past post that I can link to (insert link here.)

Same answer.😂

X=Xaphoon: What kind of music reminds them of you? "Michael Jackson." (In middle school, I went through a phase where I'd watch, play, and listen to only Michael Jackson to the point of it being pretty unhealthy.)

Imagine Dragons. He's a rocker and the only rock band that I'd really listen to would be Imagine Dragons, and so every time I listen to them, i think about him too bc he also really likes the band.

Y=Yearning: Do they yearn for you when you're apart? "I mean...texts kinda prove it..." Short answer: yes.

Short answer: Yes.

Z=Zoo: Would they want any pets? He wants frickin' snakes, but he knows that I hate them, so he claims he'll put it in a shed in the backyard and make sure of taking precautions when cleaning up the shed and taking extra care that they wouldn't escape. Other than that, he loves animals, so he'd be happy with almost anything (that's reasonable/safe).

I want a cat. Even now I want a little tuxedo munchkin cat. He knows this and knows that I'm a cat person so it's a little obvious that if/when we get married and start living together that a cat would be roaming around at some point.

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I hope y'all enjoyed reading through this. I enjoyed the concept with a favorite character, but I wanted to try it with an actual person, and it worked out pretty well. He and I had fun answering them too. So I hope other couple will find this and give their own answers. It doesn't have to be deep dark secrets or things that reveal something strictly personal. Just some basic responses that answer the questions, and if you want to give extra details, then that's your choice. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, and I can't wait to see what kind of responses this gets.

[gaitwae]

Headcanon for a kiss under mistletoe

Yes!!!!

Loki is the type to trick you into going under the mistletoe instead of just letting it happen.

Or he'd carry it behind his back to ask for a kiss.

"Come on, darling, it is a Crystas tradition!"

"Oh, whatever, I'll say it the way I want. Now, kiss me." He grinned.

He grows his own mistletoe.

If you refuse to kiss him, his face would fall.

But that would be okay, because then he would play it off like some kind of warning or lesson.

"Well, it serves you right. I brutally injured Baldur with mistletoe; don't ever fall for it, silly mortal."

He would kind of look down for the rest of Christmas.

If you decided to give in, he wouldn't even let you kiss him.

He would kiss you as quickly as possible.

It would be the sweetest kiss ever.

After Christmas (whether you refused him or not) he would try to kiss you for New Year's.

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[bootzee02-reads]

Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day!

I didn’t want to let this day go by without sending a note of thanks to the fanfic writers out there. I hope everyone is doing well and taking care of themselves. As a reader, I have been a little bit up-and-down this year. Every year I set up goals for my reading. Sometimes I reach them and sometimes not so much. I’ve been overly critical of myself and how I reblog this year. Sometimes I send really long messages in my reblogs and I feel like I can’t keep that same pace. Especially when I’m reading a series. Other times I feel that I’m not being original with my wording and struggle to find what I want to say without being repetitive. While I second-guess what I’m doing, I have actually lost some fics I’ve meant to reblog. I have followed more people and sometimes I worry I miss out on some of your great writing. I try to go through my list from time to time to see what I might have missed and to re-read fics that meet some kind of need or just resonate with me. Even though I don’t know you, I am always astounded by your willingness to share your works and your lives with us. You put yourselves out there for us and it never fails that somebody has to say something completely uncalled for or rude. Every time I read that, my heart hurts for you. We’ve lost a lot of good writers this year because of this nonsense. I hope you all know that there are so many more of us that support you. We all understand the need to take a break sometimes and care for yourselves. Whether or not I say it, I worry about you when you are quiet and hope all is well. This year I am hoping to not be as cautious. I want to reblog the things I like, no matter the content or subject. Also, I think I’m going to try to send more asks to show my appreciation. My hope is for you to find inspiration to write what you like and what moves you. I also hope that you find success, peace and happiness in all that you do. 

I always worry about who I do and do not tag in this kind of post. This is certainly not an exhaustive list but I wanted to acknowledge a few writers that have made my day a little brighter.

Thank you for taking the time to write and post your works 💜

@shreddedparchment @agentofbarnes @just-the-hiddles @xbuchananbarnes @theycallmebecca @thighs-of-betrayal-blog @imnotrevealingmyname @tilltheendwilliwrite @the-emo-asgardian @stevesbestgirl @nastybuckybarnes @angrythingstarlight @bolontiku @heli0s-writes @samwilsons-pillowpecs @ghostsstoriess @jewels2876 @poetic-fiasco @imaginedreamwrite @elfenbensord @wkemeup @avengerscompound @grufflepuff-writes-stuff @holylulusworld @ozarkthedog @river-soul @jobean12-blog

Note: I did end up being late as far as when the writers would be notified with this post. I have been tagging writer blogs in my reblogs so on those days I just wanted to quickly find a story it might be easier since I can’t figure out how to make a masterlist despite being given great directions. So…I used # instead of @ 😬 And that just falls in line with how everything has gone in the past year or so and why blog names didn’t pop up like they were supposed to 🤦‍♀️😂

[lokislittlesigyn]

Pssssst, Sigyn. Come here. I have something to tell you…

I love you 😙💜 Hope you’re doing well friend!!

Im sorry for not getting to this, life has been one thing after another ;;

I love you too, though, my friend. So much. 💙

[electroma89]

Abuele!!! Look at this macaron I got!! It’s black sesame and cookies & cream 😋

It's so beautiful

I want 100 😍😍😍

[cozy-the-overlord]

Through Panes of Glass

Summary: A mission in an alternate timeline brings Loki face to face with a relic from his past. Against better judgment, he finds himself seeking out one far more dear.

Word Count: 1,435

Pairing: Loki x Sigyn

A/N: So after months of writer's block and worsening mental health struggles, I suddenly got really inspired yesterday to write something based on "I Look In People's Windows." It's a really quick little thing, and I'm not sure if it will appeal to anyone but myself, but it feels incredibly good to have written something. Also, while this is technically series flavored, it really has nothing to do with it-- I just really liked the concept of Loki being in an alternate timeline, and the details of how and why he ended up there weren't very important to me.

Thank you so much for reading!!

Warnings: Grief/loss

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He found himself looking in windows.

A shameful act, he knew, but he tried to push through the abashment by telling himself that if the mortals cared about their privacy, they wouldn’t be living out their lives so readily in front of unobstructed glass. No, the houses on this street were all alight with life, the curtains drawn all the way back. It seemed as though it was meant to be.

He glanced through another and locked eyes with an elderly woman huddled in her chair beneath a cocoon of blankets, fixing him with a scowl as deep as the lines on her face. Loki whipped his gaze back to the pavement, cheeks burning as he hurried along.

He was wasting time. They had come to this timeline with a purpose, and that purpose was certainly not leering through windows with the hope of catching sight of a ghost. He was late to the rendezvous point as it was – it was only a matter of time before they sent someone looking for him. Loki knew this. And yet he kept going.

This wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t met Fandral at that bar. It had startled him out of his laser focus – he understood the concept of variants, of course, but he hadn’t expected to find relics of his past here on Midgard, so far away from where they existed in his mind. But there he was: cozying up on the counter, his arms around a woman’s shoulders, that same Fandral smirk tickling his lips beneath his mustache as he whispered something against her skin that made her giggle. It was all so familiar.

Loki’s mind had gone blank. He forgot all sense of protocol, nearly calling out Fandral’s name out of some stunned instinct, but thankfully his partner had held him back with a sharp whisper.

“Different timeline, remember?”

And it was. This Fandral was not the one Loki knew from childhood – this was a mortal man, who spent his days tucked away in some florescent cubicled labyrinth and his nights skulking through the city in a fruitless search for stimulation, before dragging his weary bones back to his overpriced studio apartment to start the whole thing anew in the morning. Seeing him here meant nothing.

Except, if Fandral’s variant was in this city, could that mean …?

He didn’t let himself finish the thought. It was silly, he told himself, even as he continued flittering down the sidewalk like a moth in search of light. Absolutely ridiculous. One Asgardian-turned Midgardian variant didn’t guarantee that there would be another. And even if it did, even in the off chance that he did find her, what would he do once he had? She wouldn’t know him – it wouldn’t even be her, just some person with her face and name, none of her memories, none of her soul. What could he do but stare at her like some sort of lunatic?

But you’d see her, whispered a small voice in the back of his mind, you’d get to see her again.

Loki swallowed. The last time he saw her – it had been before the Bifrost. How many lifetimes had he lived since then? So much of his memory from that time had turned gray and hazy, but she still glowed when he pictured her, swathed in the gentlest blue, her chestnut curls soft beneath his chin as she pressed her cheek to his collarbone. She smelled of the forest, fresh and free and forever unfettered, but she bound herself to him with her embrace. He took her hand in his and cherished the way her ring pressed against his palm, warm with the heat of her body.  

Was it a memory, or perhaps only a dream? He huffed – a dream would hurt less. She had died after his fall. Some sort of illness – they all told him it was unrelated, but Loki knew in his heart that he had killed her. He had sworn to live out the rest of his life at her side, but instead he abandoned her to the wolves of his demons, left her to face the fallout alone.

No wonder the void hadn’t the mercy to kill him.

There was another house coming up, another window – a busy one, if the cars jammed into the driveway were anything to go by. Sure enough, he found a party behind the glass, and a fancy one at that, the air abuzz with wine glasses clinking and the elegant swish of long evening dresses. He could feel the warm hum of their laughter, trickling out even into this starless night. Loki gazed at each face that passed before him, praying for some hint of familiarity, but they were all strangers to him.

And that’s what she would be to him, he realized. Nothing but a stranger. Perhaps she had been so changed by this timeline that he wouldn’t know her face even if he were to come across it.

Loki sighed. The signpost designating the end of the street grew nearer and nearer. He had wasted nearly an hour now on this little side mission, and all he had to show for it was a newly potent ache in his chest. He needed to get to the rendezvous point. Enough shadow-chasing.

It was the house on the corner. He told himself it was the last one, he’d give himself this one last attempt and then he’d move on. He didn’t expect to see her.

But then he saw her.

Loki froze – truly froze. He couldn’t have run even if all the realms were chasing after him.

It was her.

Hunched over a sink, scrubbing at a skillet with a yellow sponge, dark curls tied up behind a blue bandanna, glaring down at her work with the same steadfast ferocity he remembered so vividly from sparring pits of his youth — it was her!

He breathed her name, whispered it like a prayer as he took the smallest step forward. The tip of his boot grazed her front lawn, but he barely noticed. She … she was beautiful. His eyes burned, then misted over, a garbled cry falling from his lips. She was there. She was moving, she was breathing, she was right there just behind the glass—

And then she looked up, and their eyes met.

His breath caught in his throat. He should have hurried away, should have left before she had the chance to catch a glimpse of him, but he felt rooted to the pavement, held captive by the power of her stare. Oh those eyes — how many nights had he dreamed of swimming in the amber pools of her eyes once more? He remembered her laying against him at night, the way he’d cup her head to kiss over each eyelid as she pulled him in closer and let out the sweetest sigh ever heard. For one beautiful moment, he looked into her eyes, and it was like coming home.

But then the moment passed. There was no recognition in her gaze, no warm smile or sweet relief. No, her brow only furrowed in confusion, head cocked as she studied this stranger gawking at her through her window, and the spell was broken. She might as well have doused him in ice water.

Because wish as he might, it wasn’t really her.

Loki stumbled backwards, nearly tripping over his own feet. What was he doing here? What must this woman think of him? How could he explain that he was leering at her through the glass because she looked like someone he once loved? What was it to her? His wife was dead. What did it matter that he had found her doppelgänger?

He whipped back towards the street. The rendezvous point. That’s where his focus should be, not on some dark Midgardian street chasing after nonexistent ghosts. Imbecile. He forced himself forward, forced his eyes on the pavement before him and not at the light he was leaving behind, biting through his cheek until he tasted blood.

…

She stood at the window a bit longer, frowning at the man’s silhouette as he disappeared around the corner of the street. Really, she should have been more unnerved – someone watching her from the window, that sounded like something out of a stalker story, didn’t it? – but there was something about him, the stunned disbelief in his eyes, the way he went running off like a frightened rabbit …

“Sigyn?” Her boyfriend stuck his head through the doorway. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “There was some guy staring at me.”

[this-is-a-witty-url]

I think I’m the only one who watched the ending of Thor 1 and was like, “nah, he kind of deserved to fall into that wormhole ngl”

[lostgreekgod]

Hi. I’m here now :)

hihi lauren welcome to my blog. things you can expect: lots of loki, loki series discourse, extreme obsession with 2012 loki, sometimes antisylvie & antimobius, some anime (just atla rlly), tua, music, books, and a lot of desi ranting. happy blogging!

[wrenhyperfixates]

Oneshot Masterlist

Movie Night: Loki prefers to keep to himself but one particularly persistent Avenger may be able to change his mind.

Something Wonderful: As you and Loki date, he finds more and more things to like about you.

Fireworks: After hearing your vacation is cancelled, Loki enlists some members of the Tower to help cheer you up.

Party Favors: Loki comes to the rescue when your nephews’ birthday party is on the brink of disaster.

Cafés, Croissants, and Captured Hearts: When Loki stumbles into your café, he is completely enamored with you, but will he be able to conquer his fears and move towards hope and happiness?

Arachnophobia: Living in the Tower surrounded by superheroes can make you think your own fears don’t matter. Luckily, Loki is there to save you, both from yourself and the spiders invading your room.

Be Good When I’m Gone: When Loki starts to go on missions across the galaxy, you and the trickster god do your best to keep your relationship alive.

Doubt Comes In: When depression and anxiety get the better of you, Loki is there to help you through it.

The Secret Admirer: When he is too nervous to confess his love for you, Loki decides to take on the role of secret admirer. Can a perfect night out with you give him the confidence he needs?

Full Disclosure: Thor has always been supportive of his brother’s love life, but Loki won’t tell him that he’s dating you. When Thor won’t stop setting him up on dates, Loki has to move past his fears and confess.

Oh, Calamity: Your death breaks Loki, and all he wants is for you to come back to him.

The Gift: Tony says no pets in the Tower, but since when has Loki ever listened to him?

No Cause for Alarm: Loki blames himself when you get hurt on a mission. Thor is convinced that the only way to ease his guilt is for him to confess his feelings for you, so he and Peter hatch a plan to get Loki to do just that.

Birthday Wish: It’s your birthday and all you want to do is spend a quiet day with Loki. Unfortunately, he’s decided to plan you a crazy party. Can you get your wish by the end of the night?

Unconditional: You deal with conflicting emotions as you try to understand why you deserve Loki’s love. When he finds out about your turmoil, he helps you heal.

In Your Arms: You comfort Loki one night after a particularly bad nightmare, and remind him that you’re not going anywhere.

To Fall in Love: Loki embraces an autumnal Midgardian tradition to tell you how he really feels.

Halloween: It’s Halloween, and you and Loki are excited to spend it together.

Forever Yours: You reject Loki when he asks to court you. When he learns the reason why, however, he sets out to make amends.

Pretty Venom: Loki pulls away from you, leaving you hurt and feeling alone. Perhaps an emotional confrontation is just what you need to get him to tell you how he really feels.

Through It All: The happiness of the night of your engagement to Loki is suddenly marred by the fact that your brother has been hurt. Loki, however, remains by your side and helps you through your pain.

Kissing Your Worries Away: A bad dream interrupts your sleep, but Loki steps in to save you from your demons.

Love Poison: You plan to take extreme measures to catch Loki’s eye. Unfortunately, things backfire terribly. Can something good come of the mess?

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas: It’s the Christmas season and Loki still has much to learn. Thankfully, he has his favorite little mortal to teach him all about it.

Yule Log: With Christmas quickly approaching, Loki finds himself missing his favorite time on Asgard. If he can’t go back home to celebrate, you’re determined to bring the party to him.

Secret Santa: When you pick Loki’s name for Secret Santa, you are at a loss for what to get him. Some quality time with the God of Mischief sheds some light on the situation.

How the God Stole Christmas: Loki despises Christmas, and after watching the Grinch, he decides there’s only one thing to do about it. But you just might melt his cold heart.

How to Cure a Cold: You catch a cold after playing in the snow. Loki worries that, as a frost giant, he is too cold to warm you up, but you quickly convince him otherwise.

A Kiss at Midnight: At Tony’s New Year’s Party, you notice Loki is upset. He’s hesitant to tell you what’s wrong, but when he finally confesses, the coming year suddenly seems so much brighter.

Perfect: After much research and seeking out advice from Tony, Loki asks you on a date.

Always: All Loki wants is to be with you forever and always. Your gentle kindness convinces him to tell you as much.

The Ring: Loki thinks he’s found the perfect way to propose to you, but things go awry. Luckily, all that matters in the end is that you love each other.

As Long as I Have You: Loki is worried about bringing your relationship out into the public eye. He finally realizes that as long as he has you, everything will be fine.

Loss & Love: As you struggle with the loss of your grandma, Loki is right by your side to take care of you and wipe your tears away.

Because I Love You: You’ve fallen for the trickster god, and have no idea that he’s done the same. When his attempts to keep you safe fail, you get into a huge fight. Will you be able to tell each other how you really feel, or is the rift too wide?

If It’s Meant to Be: After you breakup, Loki regrets how he pushed you away. He can only hope that you’ll come back to him.

Queen of the Night: Loki takes you to the rooftop greenhouse to show you his favorite flower, the queen of the night. Your evening ends with a confession of love.

A Short Story: You decide to get back at Loki for his incessant short jokes.

The Problem With Birthdays: You want to enjoy your birthday with Loki, but your fears that one day no one will love you are keeping you from having fun.

We Make a Pretty Good Team: It’s game night at the Avengers Tower, and you find the perfect partner in Loki.

The Double Date: On Valentine’s Day, you set up a double date with your boyfriend, Loki, and friends, Bucky and Steve. Unfortunately, tensions between the god of the Captain threaten your evening.

A Perfect Proposal: In which you propose to Loki.

Don’t Gotta Work it Out: A particularly nasty fight rattles your relationship with Loki. Even as both of you wonder if you’re not meant to work things out, you long to be in each other’s arms. But can you make amenjds before your hope is gone?

Stay the Night: Your fear of thunderstorms leads you to invite Loki to stay the night at your place.

Gold Writing: When a charming, handsome stranger gives you inspiration for the first time in weeks, you try to guess what it is he’s famous for in exchange for his name.

Need You Here: Loki lost you in the snap and now knows he must tell you how he feels. Unfortunately, the battle raging around you wants to stop him from doing just that.

Opening Night: When Loki scores the lead in a production of West Side Story, the two of you become fast friends. You help convince him to face his fears and invite the Avengers to see the show.

Anything: When the Avengers latest mission is to visit local schools, Loki’s insecurities start to get the better of him. But with you to there comfort him, he realizes that with you by his side, he can do anything.

Eyes Closed: Loki escapes to his Midgardian’s house to decompress when the stress and pressure becomes too much. Spending time with you is just the thing he needs.

Not as Bad as You Think: After a bad grade on a test, Peter is being very hard on himself. Loki helps you cheer him up.

Milkshakes: Overwhelmed when Loki saves you, you respond to his kindness with fear. Determined to apologize, you seek Loki out to thank him with a couple of milkshakes and some fries.

My Heart is Your Canvas: Loki hadn’t been planning on confessing his love for you, but he’s glad he did.

Just Dance: Loki joins you and Peter as you play some video games.

For Appearances: Posing with Loki as a young, rich couple shouldn’t have any bumps in the road, right? After all, it is just a mission. But as you spend time with the mischief god, you realize not everything is as fake as it seems.

I’m Here For You: Loki comforts you when he finds you crying over school.

Not So Alone: Meeting a young fan of his gives Loki some renewed hope.

Not a Trick: Loki wins Thor’s money back after you swindle him in a street con.

Home Is Such a Lonely Place: When Loki is handpicked to be part of the Avengers new space force, it causes some problems in your relationship. Will distance make the heart grow fonder or is it too much to bear?

All I Need is You: You do so much for everyone else and so little for yourself that when you almost collapse, Loki finally gets you to agree to let him take care of you.

Marshmallows After Midnight: When Peter shows up at your and Loki’s apartment, the young hero has more than enough plans for mischief.

Tell Me Everything: When you become overwhelmed at a feast, Loki whisks you away to safety.

Kickflips and Confidence: As your best friend, Loki helps you build confidence to enter a skate competition.

If This Were a Movie: Thor and Wanda try to help you and Loki see the feelings you have for each other.

Happy Now?: When Loki attends your team’s roller derby, you have more wins than just one.

Friends Like These: Peter brings you to the Tower for a tour to take your mind off your parents’ divorce. When you meet Loki, he helps you come to grips with your feelings over the situation.

All Night Long: Though you and Loki both pine for each other, the road has a few bumps in it before your happily ever after.

Always There: When Loki is grieving for his mother and blaming himself for her death, you use your powers to help.

Little Wonders: You’re by Loki’s side his whole life, and vise versa. There is not a doubt in either of your minds that you love each other. Together, you can weather any storm.

Moving On: When you find out your ex-boyfriend is a Hydra agent, it leads to a confession of Love from Loki.

Luck Led Me to You: Driving home on Christmas morning after a last minute mission, a snow storm forces Loki to stop at a roadside diner where he meets you.

Love Keeps Me Here: After inviting you to the Tower for Christmas, Loki can’t help but find himself drawn ever closer to you. He hatches a plan to not only be able to see you again, but to make your dreams come true.

The Best Gift of All: You don’t want to burden everyone with your birthday when the Tower Christmas party is right around the corner, but Loki has other plans.

A Kiss Under the Mistletoe: Loki frets that the two of you not having a Christmas tradition is a sign of something more; it’s particularly concerning since he’s planning on proposing to you.

[lucywrites02]

Most memorable scene: in True Colors a) when Loki first goes to the reader and b) when the reader goes to Odin. Was literally just thinking about those scenes this morning 👀

(also try not to stress too much; you’re going to do great, sunshine!!! 🥺😘❤️)

Awww, thamk you so much 💖💖💖💖 no I'm not freaking out because you were thinking about my fic

I hope the exam goes well. If not then I will come to you and cry

The most memorable scene from any of my fanfics?

[pochisometimesdraws]

This is a Tumblr hug, pass it on to your ten favorite followers and mutuals! 💞💝💖💘💗

Thank you so much,, 🥺👉👈💕💓

There my love for u ✋💖💗💞💓💕💝💖💗