#ooc- sir? erm...

[salvation-brought]

[Tea time is almost over.]

// ooc- ghostwalker rn-

[officrnolen]

sound off whose alive

[teabreakpancakes]

𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐄

AVENTURINE X GN! READER

Can we become we

No longer known as just you and me

Two separate lives now in unity

Stuck here together but

Will this always be just an arrangement?

cw: ooc aventurine, idek if it makes sense, no beta we die like *cough*

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Unfathomable.

How could a human being be so kind? you were more akin to a lapdog than a person, and yet, for that reason alone, he trusted you. He had rescued you purely out of impulse, he didn't even know why because for the first time, he had done something without thinking about what he would receive in return. In fact, you were the one who sought him out for the sole reason of paying him back, the one who tracked him down, the one who didn't feel deterred even in the face of harsh rejection. Had he known better, he would've assumed you bore a grudge against him, but your eyes showed no such thing.

He believes that there is no person who doesn't hide something, no person could be so open; to express everything without preservation would be to seek death, and yet here you were, showing no deceit, being so honest and sincere, but a bit rude if he had to be frank about it.

Why were you so awfully out of place in that category? you were too kind to deceive anyone, but too overtly rude as a person to be considered pleasant. Just who do you serve? what even is your aim? were you out to foil his plans? to raise him above the clouds only to be the reason for his plummet?—

"Hey, what's on your mind?" you piped up, waving your hand in front of his face. Upon hearing no reply from him, a frown surfaced on your lips. "Aven, are you alright?" you questioned worriedly, placing your face uncomfortably close to his own.

The sudden proximity broke Aventurine out of his stupor, prompting him to place his hands on your shoulders. “Y, Yes, I’m alright, no need to get so up close for confirmation” he sighed out, pushing you away gently. You blinked owlishly, gracing him with another one of those smiles, those smiles that blinded him. “I was just concerned because erm.. You’re gripping onto my hand too tightly for comfort sir” you spoke sheepishly, gesturing towards his hand that really was gripping onto your own like a vice.

Two-toned eyes drifted downwards, widening slightly in diameter upon realising that he really was holding onto your hand for dear life. He quickly released your hand, a hint of shame visible on his features as he smiled at you awkwardly. “I hadn’t realised, I apologise” he muttered. Strangely enough, you didn’t seem displeased until he let go, looking quite disappointed when he did so.

“I never said to let go but alright then” you shrugged, appearing to be a tad dejected. The blond man could only stare incredulously as he stared at your form that quickly perked up. “Aven” you called out, ‘and there goes the honorific’ he withheld a chuckle. Aventurine hummed, peering at you through his rosy lenses. “What is it?” he inquired, deciding to indulge in his… he didn’t quite know what to call you, his servant? no, his follower? that did not sound right, oh well, he’d ponder about what you were another time.

You shifted on the couch slightly, fiddling with your tie—the one he gifted you, the one he put on for you daily—a clear indicator of your nerves. He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side slightly, ‘What is it this time?’ he wondered. Finally, as if gaining the courage, you gaze into his eyes, blurting out a quick “Can I see your eyes without your glasses”.

He could only really blink at your request, he had thought that it would be a troublesome matter, it was just the same request you’ve had of him over the long duration you’ve spent with him. With an exasperated sigh, he snaps his fingers and his shades disappear, and with that, he was fully “bare” before you. You were always so fascinated by his eyes, calling him pretty and bathing him with praise until he had pretty much gotten drowned by it.

“Permission to touch you sir?” you requested, as polite as you could possibly get. He nodded, leaning back into the soft material of the couch, this had become routine at some point. He watched as you eagerly took of your gloves, walking off into the direction of the nearest sink, you washed your hands so aggressively that he wondered why they weren’t raw.

Not even a minute later, you’re seated next to him, your soft hands cupping his face gently as you stared, no, admired him. It wasn’t like the gaze of those previous owners or buyers, no, it was too kind, too gentle, too innocent. It was the gaze of someone that was staring at something they cared deeply for. He had seen this look before, It was as if you were staring into the vastness of the bright universe outside of the spacecraft the two of you boarded.

Your hands were warm on his face, smelling of the body wash he had chosen for you. Your fingers gently trekked over the smooth planes of his skin, massaging his cheeks and jaw; Your gaze never faltered, always holding that same warmth and adoration. Had he not experienced this on the daily, he would’ve been beet red by now.

You two are stuck in that position for quite a while. Your humming soothes him, so it’s a delight to hear while you do whatever it is you’re doing, and yet, when that’s broken, he doesn’t seem to mind, because the words you utter out have become his favourite part of this “routine”.

“I love you” you spoke, voice only loud enough for his ears to hear. Part of him urges him to say it back because liars that refuse to admit how they truly feel are cowards, and yet another part of him refuses to believe that it’s true. Why would such a loving person such as you love someone like him genuinely? What right did he have to have someone that loved him so dearly, it simply didn’t make any sense to him, even if he had grown to love you just as much, it just didn’t make any sense. It’s dead silent between you two afterwards, a weirdly comfortable tension growing.

“Why?” he uttered out after a few minutes, his hand crawling up your arm to encompass your hand. He presses your hands against his face, fingers shaking slightly as he bites back a chuckle, ridiculing himself. “Why do you claim to love me? You say it so sincerely, y, you bare your raw feelings, displaying them on a silver platter and yet,” he releases a deep sigh, eyes watering as he bows his head. “And yet.. I cannot comprehend that it could be sincere, and dear, believe me, I want it to be sincere” he swallowed the lump in his throat, suppressing the crystalline fluid threatening to overflow from the very eyes he grew to hold hatred towards.

Your hands, they never wavered, they never let go. You instead gently tilted his head up to face you, caressing his cheeks with a soft smile on your lips. Your pain was evident in your eyes but you still chose to put on a smile instead.

“Aven, I adore you as if you are my night sky, I love the darkness, the light scattered across your vast sky,” you began, gently wiping the tears away from his eyes. “I had always been content with the night view from my planet, that is, until I met you” your face broke out into a joyous smile. “I had never thought that I would meet a person that I loved more than the vastness of the universe laid before me, but now I don’t seek to admire the sky, I wish to love and adore you, not out of anything but the sole reason that you are you”

It was as if the world stopped, because in that moment, all of his focus shifted towards you, paying no mind to anything else.

“Kakavasha, I love you and I am so proud of you and how far you’ve come, and wherever you may go, I will follow, and if it leads to our demise? Then I could not have cared less, because a fate without you would be a fate blind to the stars I love so very much”

Tears never seemed to stop flowing, but the difference was that the sweetest smile you had ever been graced with came from his face. His shoulders shook with silent laughter as he pulled you into his arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Fine, he lost this time, he admits that it’s a foolish bet to lose, “I will never reveal true weakness to anyone”. Well, who knew he’d be here years later.

As your fingers carded through his sandy locks, he can’t help but utter out an “I love you”. These were words that had not come out of his lips in countless years, and you, the one who loved him for so long, had finally heard it.

is it ooc? most likely ^^

[ford-telling]

" Uh. Mr. Twin Pines? Are you ok? Is this about the child thing? "

" It's ok, sir, my erm. My childhood wasn't that great either. Rather not talk about it. Uh. Sorry, dude. "

" Mabel's right, tho. Who you were before doesn't have to define your personality or who you are today, man. It's if you keep that dragging during the present. Not saying that you gotta move on, dude! I mean— I'm not sure if I've moved on yet. "

(ooc: sorry if this is too much i didnt mean to)

Ford nodded, sighing as he closed his eyes. He, in truth, had never moved on. And he didn’t think he ever would. “…thank you..”

[subway-offical]

Hey Im making a list of information about all of the corp blogs, can you tell me some stuff about you?

- @the-corporation-information-blog

SIR YES SIR 🫡🫡

okay so this is really crappy and disorganized but idk how to make it presentable I'm sorry

also RARE DECENT GRAMMAR POST!! LIVE LAUGH LOVE GRAMMAR!!

ALL ooc if you couldn't tell oh em gee

BASIC STUFF(?)

Male, he/him, gay (WAOW!!!!!!!!!)

Canonically an Ace Attorney fan

Whiskey enjoyer. Like a lot

Most canon design is Bbeew's interpretation. I'm DEEPLY sorry gabe, I still love your Subway design.

RELATIONSHIPS

Friends (within gimmickverse)

definitely-quicktrip, realsafari, important-question-anon, coneysdaytumblinginhell, lov3rgrrrl, burgerking-official, definitely-spencers-gifts (I think), the real-firefox (I think)

Enemies

firehouse-subs-fr, Opera GX hive mind, gb-tesco-offical (I guess??), fireway-subs

MISC.

the-real-spotify [deceased] (late boyfriend), spotify-kids-real (adopted son), firehouse (arch-nemesis), the-official-apple (dating)

MISC. 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Paul, Brian, and Jennifer (employees; he loves them all dearly <3)

He's neutral/positive with pretty much everyone not mentioned in this post

LORE (the crappy part of this post, sorry chat &lt;3)

Erm so one time his green rights were revoked by an Irish person for like a week, and he also coerced Firehouse into admitting that he's gay and a bottom (on separate occasions).

Also him and Firehouse have a kid (Fireway) in an alternate universe. Pretty much no one knows how Fireway got to this universe. Subway hates their guts.

I have yet to write the good part of the lore down. I swear I'll do it by the end of the decade. Maybe, idk, probably longer since I hate writing.

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY WOULD YOU HAVE SEX WITH MY SON

sigh. I would never have sex with a guy

that's gay tbh

—glatt

(ooc: sir. "I would never have sex with a guy?" you had a husband. and you have threesomes with your ex-husband and his boyfriend😐. and even if he says "erm. well 😇. Q was biologically a female in Manburg." Sir. he has a dick now. what are you gonna say to that 🤨🤨)

BECAUSE WE LOVE EACH OTHER >:((

. you w.

…

my brother in craft.

remind me why you were locked in the penthouse again . Say it slowly so it sinks in.

[chazukelover5105]

Atsushi, there you are.

I've been meaning to check in with you. Everything going well?

@fukuzawa-armeddaddyagency

(OOC: just wanted to introduce myself. Hi.)

Oh!! Hello Sir!! Erm…sort of- there are a lot of alternate timelines here that makes things confusing 😵‍💫 one dazai tried to put me in a freezer

//HIII HIII HELLOOOO!!!!!! WELCOME!!!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶/p

[halfasoul]

[heart-waves]

A Bouquet Made With Love

A/N: Part if a trade with @kittyandco!! Just Polnareff getting a little something for someone he loves :33c I'm really hoping he's not too OOC here!! Had a lot of fun writing this :3

Word Count: 473

Jean Pierre Polnareff gently cupped one of the store's flowers, a hand at his chin in a look of fierce consentration. He had been there for awhile, and had yet to figure out what he needed.

"Ah - erm, sir, may I help you?"

Polnareff snapped out of his thoughts, turning to the small shop owner of the equally small shop (a little hole-in-the-wall might not have been ideal, he felt, but it was better than nothing). He laughed good-naturedly at nothing in particular, landing a hand on the other man's shoulder. "Say," he started, turning back to the flowers. "Do you have anything for uh, romance?" Polnareff asked, lightly scratching his cheek with a light blush over him.

The shopkeep brightened, tugging Polnareff over to a counter. "Oh, a partner? I have just the thing," he continued before Polnareff could answer that yes, he did have a partner, not to mention the most beautiful, kind, wonderful person he had ever-

"Here we are!" A bouquet in his face distracted him from his thoughts.

He took it gently, and found that the pink and white myriad of flowers was suitably pretty for his love. "White roses, of course," the shopkeep explained unprompted, "As well as pink peonies, white camellias, and just a few ranunculuses - Oh, you'll want to know the meanings, too, I imagine, let me go over them before you make your payment."

--

It was early when Polnareff went into the little store. It was not early when he left it.

He found his way back to the hotel they were staying in, though, evening sun basking it in oranges and yellows, and once he was done struggling with the old, jammed door, he immediately found himself lifting the flowers out of the way.

"Pol!" Kitty said, wrapping their arms around him. "You've been gone for longer than I thought," she continued, adding a hand to his already-blushing cheek. This did not help his heart, and he sincerely hoped that she couldn't hear how hard it was beating.

"Ah, m-mon cheri, sorry if I worried you," he stumbled. "I, uh-"

"What's this?"

"Um- flowers," he lightly pressed his gift into her arms. "For you, my love," he added with a smile.

She smiled, eyes flickering upward at him in surprise. "They're lovely, Pol."

Polnareff put a hand to his head, a sudden stroke of bashfulness taking him at her gaze. She continued before he could respond, "Did you remember to pick up the supplies we needed?"

"Oh."

She laughed again, gently taking his hand in hers. "We still have a little time left, let's go get them together. Oh, by the way, Pol?"

"Yes, mon cheri?"

His love lifted her free hand to his shoulder, lightly pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for the flowers."

[we-dont-have-a-side-anymore]

Good Things Come From Unexpected Places [P1]

Ship: Crowley x reader

Warning: Panicking! A lot of panicking! Some people get upset by that I assume. Poor reader is VERY panicked.

Summary: Ahahaha so everything’s just crashing and burning right now, so uh...Here’s some self indulgent fluff. As usual, I projected onto the reader. And yes, I know Crowley’s OOC as hell, just...yeah? No Aziraphale in this one, but I’ll try and write that soon, if y’all are into that? Check out part two here!

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Good things come from unexpected places.

(Y/n) had just finished working at the flower shop on the corner. They had closed up the shop, and just stepped out of the door. It had been a nice, quiet day. Nice and calm.

A little more on (y/n). They’re short. Around five feet tall, which really isn’t tall at all. They have a bit of a baby face, and a gently high pitched voice. All in all, they appeared to be in their early teenage years. This really isn’t beneficial, considering that they are a legal adult, and there are mean, actual teenagers that always walk by the flower shop.

Said teenagers always walk by the flower shop right around closing time. This often ends in (y/n) getting insulted, or shoved, or just plain harassed. It went just a bit too far once (y/n) got pushed into the side of a black, vintage, 1926 Bentley. It was in perfect condition, save the large dent in the side door.

Almost immediately, a tall man sauntered up to the car. (Y/n) was crying, having a hard time breathing, and they looked up to an absolutely furious sight. Crowley was glaring daggers into their shaking form, even through his sunglasses.

“I’m...I’m sorry, sir...I didn’t, I didn’t mean to uh, uh do anything…” they whimpered. Anyone would be afraid of this sight, it didn’t help that (y/n) was just generally a rather nervous person. They looked up at the man, tears in their eyes. “I s-swear, they pushed me again. I’ll uh, I’ll pay for the repairs if you want, sir.”

Crowley glances down at this tiny person, sobbing into their knees and offering to pay for damages, despite them not being the cause. “That won’t be necessary, darling.” He felt strangely protective of (y/n) already. They reminded him slightly of Aziraphale, but smaller. Precious and kind, but a tad bit of an idiot. “Now. Why don’t you tell me what happened? I’ll take us to a friend’s place.” (Y/n) nodded tentatively, and stood shakily. They winced as they put weight on their right ankle, but looked up and smiled shakily at Crowley anyways.

Crowley rolled his eyes and picked (y/n) up bridal style, miracling the passenger door open. The smaller person exhaled lightly at the feeling of sitting on a comfortable chair, and the guilt flooded over them that they ruined this beautiful car. Not that they did it maliciously, or even vaguely on purpose. But they felt bad nonetheless. In what felt like seconds, the car doors were opening and the demon picked (y/n) back up and carried them into the back room of an old bookshop.

“Now. What happened to my car?” He draped himself across a plush chair, waiting patiently for (y/n) to answer. Said person was currently curled up on the soft area rug, a small mess of tangled limbs and shaky breaths.

“Well, uh, I work at that flower shop. It pays the bills, but uh, every day this group of teenagers walks by the shop. Always at closing time, when I’ve just gotten off of work. Usually they just do a bit of taunting. Call me an, erm, a faggot, freak, short, all that. N-normal, petty taunting and all. Hurts quite a bit, but uh, not a big deal.” They stopped to suck in a few breaths. Crowley looked ready to start maiming people. “Sometimes it’s a bit more physical. Like today. They shoved me once I was out on the steps. I tripped down onto the sidewalk, so they kicked me away. Into your car. I’m really sorry, mister…” They cocked their head up, eyes wide and teary.

“Crowley. Call me Crowley.” The demon smiled, a strangely beautiful combination of kind and dastardly. They weren’t quite sure which, but they were drawn to it. Like a moth to a flame.

“Mister Crowley.” They smiled back. “You can uh, you can call me (y/n). If you want, I can pay for you to get your car fixed. It’s really quite pretty...I’d hate to have ruined it.”

Crowley growled. Honest to God, a genuine animalistic growl. “Oi!” He yelled. “Stop offering to pay for it, dammit! For Satan’s sake! I already declined the offer!” He was nearly screaming. Not quite at the point where his voice would start to echo, but he was approaching it rather rapidly. It was an accident, of course, he wouldn’t hurt them on purpose. He’s a demon, yes, but not heartless.

(Y/n) sniffed, tears welling in their eyes. “I’m sorry, sir...erm, mister Crowley...I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude, I’m sorry.” They were chanting apologies like their life depended on it. The whole time, tears poured from their eyes and they were a sobbing mess. Yelling tended to do this to them, especially when they are the one being yelled at. They never meant to get yelled at, but they always seemed to anger people.

In a brief moment of guilt and just general panic, Crowley leapt off the plush chair and curled himself around the small figure. He felt their breathing slow and their heart rate calm slightly. He stroked their hair and traced circles on their inner wrist. The tiny person fit quite well up against Crowley’s tall frame. He didn’t dare say anything, not wanting to distress them further - the demon was never very talented with calming words. He just stroked their hair and took steady, deep breaths for (y/n) to mimic.

“Thank you, Crowy.” (Y/n) mumbled, half asleep. They could stay in this position for a while, they decided. As long as Crowley would allow it. And since he found this new arrangement rather pleasant, (y/n) might not be leaving the safety of Crowley’s arms any time soon. He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of their head, and laid there peacefully until sleep overtook him.

[thejokersenigma]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader - Cat’s Eyes - Part 2

Ok, sorry this took so long! I promised someone I would get the next part out for the end of the week and, though I have technically done it, I’m aware I’m pushing it slightly! haha

I have no idea if this chapter is any good or not... I wasn’t sure about the last chapter either though, but you guys seemed to like it... I just hope the characters aren’t too ooc - for some reason I struggled with Thor - I didn’t want to use all archaic language, but I know he still uses some.... I dunno...

Hope you like it!

Let me know if you want to be tagged in anything!

REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN

MAIN MASTERLIST

CAT’S EYES MASTERLIST

You padded down the long corridors - all of them looking the same, modern monotone shade with numerous doors leading off to who knows where, with the occasional plastic-looking – and smelling – house plant to break up the repetitiveness.

The scent you were following was getting stronger the further you walked. It pulled you along, tugging at your gut -  something cool, like mint, but sharp. You couldn’t place what it was, but you felt the urge to follow it none the less, the saying ‘curiosity killed the cat’ crossing your mind for a moment, but you were quick to dispel it.

The aroma was now so strong that it was almost overpowering the other odours around – you had to be getting close now – but there was nothing, or no one, in the corridor that stretched out ahead of you - not even a new, unusual plant that might explain the smell.

It must be coming from behind one of these doors.

You slowed, taking your time to check each doorway before you moved on. The smell almost stung your nostrils now and you moved from the door on your left to the one opposite it on your right. This was the strongest it had been, and you stared up at the door, thinking whether or not it would be a smart move to knock, when you suddenly heard a click of a mechanism and the door in front of you swung inwards.

 “Kid? Hey, kid - ” The wolf whistle that followed snapped you back to yourself, leaving only the vague, faded memory of a pair of long booted legs in your minds eye. “What’s up?”

“Hmm?” You blinked, dazed, and trying to remember where you were. Your eyes focused on the frowning figure of Tony Stark before you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked bluntly.

“Oh.” You said, suddenly remembering what was going on. “Uh-“

“Did you lose that damn cat again?”

“Oh – uh – no, I – uh – I don’t think so.” You said, trying to joke, though Tony didn’t look too amused by it so you hurried on. “No – I – uh – well I – I spoke to Steve,” You explained, back down the corridor, glancing over your shoulder as well, “– uh – Steve Rogers yesterday when I – erm – came to pick up Kali, and he – he mentioned that I might owe an apology to a certain God?” You questioned - wondering if Tony knew anything about this.

“Which one?” Stark muttered sarcastically under his breath with a slight eyeroll, clearly becoming a bit exasperated by the number of all-powerful beings living on his planet. “Ok, kid – yeah, sure.” He said nodding with a sigh, “Old Mighty-than-thou seems pretty alright about it all, but - if you feel you need to…” He said stepping aside and motioning down the corridor behind him.

You gave him small smile and took a step forward before you paused again. You could traipse the hallways opening everything single door to find where the thunder deity was, or you could just suck it up and ask. “Uh – which – uh-…” You stammered nervously, gesturing down the corridor as well.

Tony looked up from where he had already dropped his attention to the transparent phone-like device in his hand. “Uh - fifth –“ He glanced back down at the screen, something catching his eyes “- fifth door on the right.” He finished, glancing up to you only briefly before dropping his gaze again.

“Uh, thanks.” You mumbled, half wanting to ask if he’d come with you – after all this was a God you were talking about, couldn’t he smite you or something? - but you knew that would sound pathetic, and, besides, you already knew the answer despite barely knowing Stark. He was clearly busy and itching to get away.

Tony didn’t look up as you inched forwards again and, when you began to move with more purpose, he turned and headed in the opposite direction, flicking through something on his screen. You heard him call for JARVIS and begin to list of a set of instructions before he turned a corner and his voice faded out to an indistinct mumble. You continued down where Tony had pointed, counting the doors until you reached the fifth one on the right. You hesitated then, self-doubt creeping into your mind, questioning whether you had counted correctly, and you suddenly couldn’t remember if you had counted a third door or not…

Maybe you just shouldn’t do it? Even if this was the right door there was a still a God in there. A God. Of thunder. And maybe he didn’t want to be disturbed… Tony had said he was fine – that he had taken the insult from your cat pretty well… So, did you really need to apologise?

Just as you were convincing yourself it would be fine to turn around and leave, the door before you was pulled open to reveal a man that seemed to fill the entire doorway, his long blond hair pulled back to reveal his rugged face, and the simple T-shirt and jeans not able to his physique beneath – which to you, seem to be just pure muscle.

“Oh – uh – sorry,” He muttered quickly, just as surprised to see you stood in front of him. “Did I – uh – hit you or something?” He asked when you didn’t move or say anything, instead just stood there frozen and gawking up at him.

“Oh – uh – no, sir.” You said quickly, snapping back to yourself and ducking your head in embarrassment. “You – um – you just took me by surprise, that’s all.” You explained to his shoes.

“Oh, well – uh – my apologies.” He said, still clearly confused by your sudden appearance in his doorway. “Can I – er – help you?” He asked when you still didn’t move.

You could feel how shaky you were, and you still hadn’t managed to look up from the floor. “I – uh – I – I came to apologise.”

“For what?” Thor asked, confused.

“Uh – well – I was – uh – I was told my –“

Suddenly there was flash of green light behind the God and a disgruntled voice came from within the room. “Brother, you’re a fan of this wretched planet – maybe you can tell me what the hell this thing is.“ The man muttered, “Is it some Midgardian –“ Thor now stepped aside from the doorway to turn to the man, also revealing where you stood and making the familiar man falter.

You recognised the man immediately.

Loki. Thor’s so-called brother.

You couldn’t help dropping your eyes form the very villain that only a couple of years ago had been terrorising the very New York city that lay outside the window, however, as you did so, your eyes now recognised something else.

The black knee-high boots.

You let your eyes slowly scan up the rest of his body again now, taking in the odd, archaic robe-like attire, clearly armour in certain places, green and black in colour with gold accents. His hair was around the same length as Thor’s but a dark, raven black in colour instead, the strands swept back over his head to reveal his narrower, shrewder face. His eyes were what caught your attention though, the piercing green sharp and clear next to his pale skin, both of them staring straight back at you. You dropped your gaze again almost immediately.

“Brother, what is that?” Thor asked, breaking the silence that had fallen at your reveal. You couldn’t help glancing up again, intrigued and following where Thor gestured to Loki’s right hand which he had dropped on noticing you. You now saw he was holding something fairly large, black and seemingly furry.

“Kali…?” You breathed in disbelief, seeing the cat hanging by the scruff of her neck in Loki’s grasp, appearing completely at ease with her position - almost lax - her ear twitching lazily at the sound of your voice.

“That’s what this is?” Loki asked, hearing you, and now raising his hand again, lifting Kali higher into the air. Still the cat didn’t seem the least it fazed.

“I thought it was a ‘cat’.” Frowned Thor, confused.

“It is a cat.” You told them. “Her name is Kali.”

“You mean to tell me that this is the so-called ferocious beast that mauled you?” Loki asked in disbelief, glancing between the cat and Thor.

The thunder God muttered something under his breath in embarrassment sounding like ‘Well, not in so many words…”

Your mind had stuck on what Loki had said. “Mauled?!” You demanded. “She didn’t maul you!” You cried at Thor.

“And how would you know?” Loki asked, turning his eyes back on you, immediately making you shrink back, regretting your outburst.

“I – uh –“ You faltered nervously, and Loki narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously. “Because Capt – uh - Steve Rogers - told me that your brother was bitten,” You explained gesturing at the large muscular God next to you. “And, besides, Kali doesn’t maul people!”

“And you know this behaviour trait, how?” Loki asked mockingly, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Because she’s my cat!” You growled angrily.

“Wait - so your [Y/N]?” Thor broke in.

“Uh – yeah – yeah I am.” You nodded at him, suddenly remembering yourself, your cheeks colouring red, suddenly painfully aware that you’d just been arguing - rather angrily – with two supposed Gods – one of them a well-known villain. “Um – uh - that’s – that’s what I was trying to say earlier – I – uh – I came here to apologise.” You tried to explain in an attempt to excuse your behaviour. “That’s my cat,” You said, nodding back to where Kali continued to hang in Loki’s grasp, “and I’m really sorry she bit you…” You mumbled watching Kali “I – I can only think you frightened her or something…” You risked flicking your eyes briefly up to Loki, whose own gaze was regarding you with suspicion, before you quickly glanced away again - worried that his piercing green eyes would somehow see something in your face that would give you away.

Thor seemed oblivious to this nervous behaviour of yours - or at least put it down to you trying to seek pardon for your animal’s actions – and just grinned at you, “No harm, no foul.” He easily dismissed, waving a causal hand, “It was my own fault, of course.”

You let out a breath of relief. “Oh, thank you…” You breathed. “Thank you!” You insisted to the God, “I’m so sorry - so very sorry! Honestly, she’s not a bad cat! I –“ You glanced at Kali, “I – I can show you!” You suggested eagerly, “Really, she’s as good as gold when she’s not scared.” Your eyes beseeched at him.

At the mention of interacting with the beast again, a look of hesitation crossed Thor’s face, but he was quick to overcome it. “Uh – why not?” He finally smiled with a shrug. “Let us tame the beast.” He joked. You smiled at Thor’s willingness and now looked over at Loki who still held Kali, watching your conversation, unamused. “Loki, release the – uh - Kali.” Thor instructed, trying, and you couldn’t help smirking at his attempt. Loki rolled his eyes but handed Kali you anyway when you stepped into the room, reaching for her.

You gave Kali a reproachful look for her odd behaviour, still not even batting an eyelid at how she was being manhandled. She couldn’t seem to care less about anything and if you didn’t know better you’d think she’d swallowed a large quantity of catnip. Kali completely ignored the look you gave her, just meowing at you in greeting before then crawling from arms up onto the familiar spot on your shoulders.

You turned back to Thor as Kali now sat down, curling her tail around your neck. “She’s – uh –“ You glanced up at her, “she’s a bit smaller than most of her breed, but she always liked to sit up there, so I guess it’s a good thing she’s that size.” You chatted randomly.

Thor watched the creature with interest, though you could see the wariness in his eyes. “That’s her full size?” He asked.

You nodded. “Yep, pretty much.” You watched Thor back, narrowing your eyes, “You really don’t have cat’s where you’re from?”

His eyes flickered to yours. “Asgard boasts a wide range of flora and fauna,” He told you, “but few things appear to match to your word exactly.” He muttered, his attention mainly on Kali as she picked up one of her legs and began to lick the thick black fur. “Do you have ice worms?” He suddenly asked randomly, his eyes glancing back to yours.

“Ice what?”

“Large, cold, hideous creatures.” Thor shook his head at the thought. “They remove the very flesh from off your bones before leaving the rest encased in ice until the last of your heat leaves your body…”

You shivered at the very idea, “Uh – uh – no – no we don’t have – we don’t have those…” You stuttered out, staring at Thor in horror.

“Be thankful.” You heard Loki mutter. And, by god, you were.

“What about squirrels?” Thor asked, and you snapped your eyes back to him, almost surprised to hear something familiar, though already you had your doubts.

“Uh – well, we do…” You mumbled with a slight bob of your head. “But I’m starting to think they may not be the same as what you’re thinking…” You murmured cautiously, and you caught Loki’s lip quirk out the corner of your eye.

“Well, I only know one personally,” Thor explained, “but his – his job is to carry messages you see, and he has a tusk –“

You held up a hand. “I’m just gonna stop you right there,” You stated, and Thor looked at you oddly. “Mid – uh – Midgardian?” You asked, checking that was the right word, Thor nodded .and you thought you even saw Loki dip his head as well. “Midgardian squirrels,” You continued, “don’t carry messages and they definitely don’t have tusks…” You told the both of them, unable to hide a small smirk at the idea - it sounded like something out of a fairy tale and you almost wanted to ask if they spoke as well.

Thor looked surprised at the fact you didn’t have weird mutated rodents, and you were actually afraid to here anymore about the wildlife of Asgard in case it gave you nightmares - It didn’t exactly sound like an ideal holiday vacation. Kali seemed to notice your distress because she began to pad her feet lightly on your shoulder, massaging you reassuringly. You reached up to tickle behind her ears in thanks.

Thor noticed this. “Could I – uh –?“ He asked, gesturing to Kali.

You clicked what he meant. “Oh – yeah, sure, if you want to.” You said, tilting your body to move Kali closer to him. The cat’s gold eyes fell on Thor as he moved closer, her white tipped ears flicking with interest. She wasn’t scared and hostile this time and Thor wasn’t as brazen and naïve to her - they were both on more neutral ground.

Thor raised his hand to Kali, then glanced at you in question, amazing you that this God-like person needed reassurance from you. It was clear he didn’t want to get hurt again, but it was also clear that he didn’t want to scare Kali into hurting him. “Uh – go for the head, she – uh – likes a scratch behind the ears.” You advised, reaching up to show him the spot. Kali purred and rubbed herself into your hand.

Thor frowned at the noise but continued anyway, reaching his hand to find the same spot you were tickling. You pulled away to give him room and Kali nodded her head up, interested in the God’s large muscular hand, his smell unusual. The contact made Thor flinch back warily, but he soon realised there was no hostility to the motion, and returned to the same position, finally feeling the thick black fur.

He seemed to find the right spot because Kali was soon purring again and butting his arm. “What is that sound?” He asked, though he didn’t stop petting her.

“She’s purring – it – uh – it means she likes it – she’s happy.”

“It does?” You turned to where Loki was still watching, his arms now folded.

“Yeah, why?” You asked, puzzled, but Loki didn’t say anything, instead, just frowned at the cat on your shoulder. When it was clear he wasn’t going to answer, you turned back to Thor, deciding to ignore him in turn.

Thor seemed oblivious again to the tension between you and his brother. “Loki! You come and try this!” He smiled, glancing across at the man. “It’s very easy and very soft!” Thor laughed, mesmerised by his new ability to stroke a cat.

“No, thank you, brother.” Loki sneered, “I am only still here to find out why the beast was outside my door.” He muttered, his gaze now turning to you again and you swallowed the lump that quickly formed in your throat.

“That is a good question, actually.” Thor nodded, finally withdrawing his hand from Kali who looked rather annoyed to have lost scratching sensation. “Did you lose her again, [Y/N]?” He asked you, much friendlier than the glare his brother was giving you, but it still made you anxious.

“Oh – uh – well – uh…” You thought quickly, trying to come with an excuse you hadn’t thought to think of earlier. “She was… uh… with me…” You said, “And I – uh – I guess she got distracted and wandered off and I just didn’t realise.” You shrugged, trying to make it sound like no big deal and that they all might as well drop it.

“And you didn’t look for her before coming in here?” Loki asked, raising an eyebrow again, clearly not believing you.

“Well… uh – no.” You admitted. “I – uh – bumped into Tony on my way here and I didn’t even realise she was – uh – gone – so I – uh – I didn’t even think to look for her.”

“Pretty irresponsible.” Loki commented, something in his eyes taunting you, still saying they didn’t believe you.

You felt your cheeks burn, but you still glowered at the man, unwilling to be thought of as not caring about Kali. “Oh, like you don’t forget about things.” You growled.

“Very rarely.”

“Yeah, well, maybe that’s the same for me!” You sneered, “Maybe, that was one of my ‘very rare’ moments, hmm?”

Loki simply smirked at you almost triumphantly, like he had been trying to rile you up all along. You just scowled furiously. “You seem pretty mad.” He observed, the mischief clear in his eyes.

“Maybe that’s because I don’t like being told that I neglect what’s important to me.”

“I never said that.”

“You implied it.” You growled.

“Just seem rather odd…” He trailed off, hinting once again that he didn’t believe a word you were saying.

“No pet, no comment.” You muttered, trying to end the dangerous track the conversation had taken. “Look. I – uh – I’ve done what I came to do… I’d probably better go…” Before I’m interrogated any further by this criminal.

You noticed Loki smirk again. You were guilty, and he knew it. Guilty of what though, you just hoped he didn’t know.

“Right, of course.” Said Thor, who had been silently watching the back and forth between you and his brother. “I was supposed to be meeting Banner…” He suddenly remembered, glancing at the door – most likely where he had been heading off to before he found you on his doorstep.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to waste your time!” You apologised, ignoring the eyeroll Loki gave you.

“No,” Thor chuckled, “it’s fine, I just may have missed my second breakfast, that’s all.” He teased.

You laughed, “Well, I think I can fix that.” You chuckled, suddenly remembering what was in your back. Thor lightly frowned as watched you shrug the rucksack off your shoulder and dig into its depths, pulling out a Tupperware box which held a small stack of pancakes. “St – uh – Rogers said that you liked them – I – uh – I meant to use them as a peace offering.” You mumbled, embarrassed by the stares.

Thor paused a moment, then let out a loud, deep laugh. “Wow, your creature can bite me more often!” He joked, taking the box you now held out to him.

Loki sidled up closer. “Next time you’re looking to apologise,” He muttered in your ear, “I’d lead with the food…”

“My way worked didn’t it?” You muttered back defensively.

He shrugged, “It’s just friendly advice.”

“From an unfriendly man.” You murmured under your breath, but he must have heard because you saw his lips twitch again.

“Uh, brother?” Loki now asked, raising his voice as he turned back to Thor. “The doctor?” He reminded him.

“Banner?” Realisation lit up in Thor’s eyes, “Oh, shit, yes, thank you Loki!” He muttered, ducking his head in embarrassment and turning for the door. “Oh - uh – it was nice to meet you Lady [Y/N],” He said, turning back to nod at you, “hope to see you around.” He said with a quick smile “And, brother.” He bade, giving a short nod to Loki too. With that, Thor then made a series of quick apologies before he strode quickly from the room, the box of pancakes still tucked under his arm.

You watched the God go, then repositioned your bag back on your free shoulder, suddenly aware you’d been left alone in a room with a war criminal and wanting to leave pretty much ASAP. You glanced over at Loki who still stood next to you. “I’ll – uh – I’ll head off then.” You muttered, fiddling with the shoulder strap of your bag. You doubted he really cared what you did, but it felt rude – despite who he was – to just walk out of the room without a word.

“May I walk you out?” He asked, oddly politely and you were forced to do a double take, sure you’d heard him completely wrong.

“Uh – I – uh – I’m more than capable of finding my way, thank you.” You murmured self-consciously, unable to look him in the eye now and starting to head for the door before Loki could say anything else that would make you pause.

“Try not to lose your cat again then, won’t you?” He muttered after you, his bad mood returning quickly and if you didn’t know better, you would have thought you’d hurt his feelings. “Next time I might step on it.” He sneered. “Or worse.” You shot him a last glance over your shoulder, scowling at the threat, but Loki just smirked back, an evil glint to his eye that had you thinking it might not just be an empty threat.

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