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He’s been unkind up to this point, he knows. It’s not something he’s particularly proud of, and he doesn’t usually hold back quite to this extent … but John deserves many things, among them Loki’s full attention. And to have the full attention of a Trickster god is to suffer, at least for a time – not past the point of true cruelty, but nearly. Loki is careful with people’s hearts, and gratification would never be quick.

But for Loki, at least, it is the waiting which makes this moment all the sweeter. This isn’t just a game ;  desire isn’t the sole domain of humans. And he returns the kiss with equal fire, pressing magic into the mortal’s mouth as his fingers find John’s belt loops and pull him closer.

He won’t lie to himself – a hint of disappointment plucks at his heart when the kiss finally ends. But he consoles himself with the knowledge that this is only the first of many, and he grins impishly and lifts a hand to caress John’s chin.

             “ Better now ? ”

For most people, the kiss may have been reward in and off itself. The kiss of a god, a being more ancient than most living people can comprehend and more powerful than anyone except Loki himself knows. And yet, when they part and Loki drawls his teasing question, it’s that unwavering attention of those sea-glass eyes that seems to be the real reward for all the waiting.

John matches that grin, fills his expression with all the mischief befitting the being in front of him. 

“I’s a good start.” he says and lets his fingers trail along the fabric he’s caught earlier. He feels drunk, high in a way no drug he’s tried in his life has ever achieved. 

It’s the danger of it, more than the lingering taste of magic that makes his head spin.

“Woul’ be a shame to stop a’ just one, though.” he continues and leans impossibly closer, winds his hand a little more boldly into smooth curls. He’s holding a god in his grasp, a being that could end him with a thought. And all he wants is ...

Everything.

Everything Loki is willing to give.

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*Shit stirrer,* Bucky thinks. *Gets off on it. Might even get off on the consequences too.* His eyes remain locked on the other man for another beat, before he finally deigns to speak. "So. You poke hornet's nests for fun too?"

"John." Sara says behind him and it's the kind of tone that implies consequences.

"If they look like you, yeah." John says, ignoring her.

"Come on, Sara. This should be fun." Snart purrs.

"Trenchcoat gonna get himself punched." Rory supplies helpfully.

John, however, takes another step closer and smiles.

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The stare doesn't waver, not one bit. However, one eyebrow slowly climbs Bucky's forehead, a little hint of the sarcasm that lies in wait.

All eyes in the room seem to have shifted to the two of them now. John can feel Sara's disapproving stare bore into the back of his skull as he steps even closer to his target.

"Careful there, Copperfield." Snart drawls. "That one bites."

"Oh, I'm countin' on i'." John shoots back without looking at the thief.

"Doubt you'll like it, but knock yourself out. I haven't had much entertainment lately." Snart continues, humour dripping from each word.

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And now that thousand-yard stare is leveled at John. Is it a staring contest? Isn't it always?

For a full three seconds (Snart can attest), John holds that cold, blue stare, before he shakes off the shiver that wants to run down his spine quite physically with a shrug.

Off to the side, where the thief is lounging against the metal bulkhead like a large cat, Snart ducks his head to hide his snicker in the collar of his coat.

"No' much for big words, huh?" John says and pushes away from the center console. "I know a few things to do where words ain' necessary, luv." he says and winks at the man.

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Bucky doesn't say anything. He just stares a lot. At nothing in particular. (in which the magical reappearance of John drags the muse out of hiding)

He's leaning against the center console of the Waverider, hands casually in his pockets and ankles crossed while he listens to Sara's conversation with Captain Bloody America. The man is far too charismatic for John's taste and amenable in the stupid earnest way that sets his teeth on edge.

Wilson's silent companion, however.... well.

He also sets John's teeth on edge, but for an entirely different reason.

"Oy." John says after another few moments, clicking his fingers in the air. Out of the corner of his eyes, he can see Snart smirking. "Tall, silent an' 'andsome. You the muscle or the pre'y face?"

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inmywiring​:

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“What makes-” Sara shakes her head then lets out a sigh. “Len’s… moodiness isn’t about you, not really.”

“No, I go’ the feeling tha’ i’s just part of ‘is personality.” he replies, wry smile curving his mouth, even as his eyes don’t quite meet hers. “I’m back, tha’ wha’ counts, right luv?”

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“Fairy wedding? Now we’re throwing the don’t fuck with the fae rule out the window, wonderful. And no, I’m not the type you introduce to a wife unless you want to be skinned alive for no reason,” she smirked slightly, but face darkened at the mention of acquaintance.

“I hate demons. Why can’t they just be tangible monsters? Why is that so much to ask? I’m in, I’m in. Fuck.”

Dragging in a breath, John held up one finger. For a second, his mouth hangs open as he considers saying something. "Yeah, no, go' nothin'." he said finally and dropped his hand with a shrug. "Ro's been threatenin' to fry my arse for thir'y years, luv. If she 'asn't killed me yet, you won' change tha'."

"Le's jus' figure ou' 'ow to ge' em back in the pi', alright?"

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“You...now I know the world is ending, you said ‘wife’. Ay dios.”

She took the picture from off the table and wrinkled her nose in annoyance. “It’s Portuguese, not Spanish. I can read it, mostly, don’t ask me to understand them talking...” She scrutinized it before shrugging.

“It looks like a curse. Do you want me to be stupid and read it aloud? Presumably one mamabicho already did that.”

"Fairy weddin'. Don' ask. I'd introduce you, if I didn' know tha' would end badly for me." he shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets to play with his lighter. "Tha's exactly the problem, luv. Someone decided t' read tha' aloud and now we go' demon's 'avin' fun dissectin' humans. Includin' one of my ... uh ... an old acquaintance."

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She tossed him the pack with a snort. “Doesn’t the consistency of world ending shit popping up beg the question maybe it’s just what’s supposed to happen? Guess I’m helping regardless.”

He caught the pack with only minor fumbling and used the same momentum to shake one of the cigarettes free.

"Eh, probably, bu' since I'm one of those idiots living on this world and contrary to wha' my dearest wife might think, I do like living."

The cigarette already halfway to his mouth, he stopped and considered it for a moment, before stuffing it back into the pack with a frustrated huff. "As I said." he offered by way of explanation. "Now, wha' does this say?"

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“Have to? Don’t see a gun to my head right now.” She snagged the box of cigarettes and narrowed her eyes. “Do I even want to know how much of a mess this is to have to deal with?”

Wiggling his head, he made a show of looking thoughtful for a moment. "Probably no'. I's the world ending kinda bullshi'. Fine. I 'ave to figure this ou'. And if you'elp me, I owe you one."

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        ”why  did   you  leave? ”//sara

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"Pre'y sure Frosty preferred i' tha' way."

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Fuck, marry, get drunk: Wynonna, Harry, Sara

"Tryin' ta ge' me in trouble, eh? Fine. Fuck Harry, marry Wynonna an' ge' drunk with Sara. Any other option will 'ave Ava on my arse and no' in the fun way."

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“No. No. Third one’s in Spanish, no! I’m sure it’s all bullshit.”- Nilza

"We fuckin' established this is all bullshi', luv." he grumbles and eyes the pack of cigarettes across the room. "Still go'a figure ou' wha' i' means."

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I haven’t been writing a lot outside of discord lately. Real life is kicking my arse and I am focusing hard on the art side of things. It you’re interested in that kind of stuff, look over yonder.

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Sheesh, I need to get my arse back to writing on tumblr. I’ve had a few muses itch at me again lately, including Bucky, Frank Castle and ... well, always my Flash Ensemble. 

Let’s see if we can start small...

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captainwalker​:

John puffed up his chest, proud of having been properly addressed. He tilted his head back, and held up his makeshift shield.

“Damn right,” he proclaimed. “You best remember it. Look, uh, I got these coupons for free pizza… Would you like one? I have like a hundred of these things. Can’t seem to get rid of them - and it’s pizza. Doesn’t everyone like pizza?”

Cigarette dangling from one corner of his mouth, John squinted at the shield and slid his hands into his pockets. “Tha’ looked more impressive on the telly.” The squint then seamlessly morphed into a frown, considering the coupons for a second before he shrugged and plucked one from the hero’s hand.  “Don’ mind if I do. Listen, ma’e, no’ to be a wanker ‘ere, bu’ ....” he flicked one finger at the man in a gesture Snart would be proud of. “shouldn’ you be doin’ some ... I don’ know, heroin’ or sumthin’? I coul’ be ou’ of the loop, though.”