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greener where you water it or whatever

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Marvel Rivals is a good place for Loki lovers...

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Loki allowed himself to relax a little further as Karen considered their options. She was willing to risk a more private meeting with him, then. Good. There were things he could likely answer more easily in such a setting and she was very right, interruptions were far less likely. Unless it was by her smaller-horned friend. He wondered what Mr Murdock even thought he could do about him. Physically anyway.

"Your place it is."

"Though.. come to think of it.. out is really where I want to be right now." She took a deep breath. "We could do the interview here or at my place. There's no alcohol here, but I have some back at my place." She took a deep breath. "At least there we don't have to worry about being interrupted.

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Little Loki is grumpy but still super cute 💚

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The sensation was as peculiar as it had been the first time he had been shrunk, maybe more so now that he was ready for it. It happened fast, and his magic reacted, the energy he would have normally used to transform himself latching onto the particles as they forced him to change. It was uncomfortable but the pain only lasted for the few seconds it took for his body to adjust and compensate for how to live at this level of existence.

Loki caught his breath and looked up at the dizzying heights that the office had become before fixing his grin toward the suited Ant-Man across the floor.

"Right! I hope Luis doesn't step on me or he'll find out just how strong an ant-sized god can still be."

Scott smiled, wordlessly activated his helmet, then said, “Let’s do this,” before quickly flicking a shrinking disc and Loki, hitting him squarely on the chest. Once the disc took effect, Scott too activated his own Pym Particles and shrunk.

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“Why Captain, I’m surprised; I never realized you knew how to dance.” “Never did before. But lately I’ve been practicing.” “Practicing? What for?” “The right partner.”

Commission for @veliseraptor [Based on this headcanon]

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Loki really wanted to stab something after Steve placed the now opened jar in front of him. That wasn't going to allow him to stay here, however. He clenched his jaw and fought the glare he gave the man who was trying not to laugh, drawing in a slow and self-calming breath when an apology came.

A feeling that lasted all of two seconds until another offer to open things occurred. Loki rolled his eyes and thought of murder.

He had a few moments to calm again, which was certainly helped by seeing bedding being left out for him. The man was good for his word, as if there was any doubt. Sleep sounded inviting at this point, especially when his recent wound itched under his tunic. It was one of the few consolations that he had waited too long before making his failed attempt on Odin - the near mortal wound he had suffered had had some time to heal, but not completely.

"The Elves are gone. Thanos is the biggest threat. It was he who sent me to Earth to get the Tesseract."

Steve observed the battle between the god and the peanut butter in silence. 

With a gentle huff Steve cleared his throat and reached for the jar. He opened it without issue and placed it before Loki, the quiet between the two difficult to define. Steve wanted to laugh, it showed on his face: his lips were gently curved upwards, and when he exhaled through his noise, it sounded like he was stifling a snicker.

But there was also the realisation that he was now stronger than Loki. Steve did not view his fight with the god in any negative light beyond the obvious (that is to say, Loki trying to kill people and take over the Earth). His fight with the God of Mischief had taught him a lot. He’d wondered on and off if they’d fought again, would he do better?

Well, the odds were definitely in his favour now.

“Sorry,” he said, though there was a hint of satisfaction in his tone. “If you need me to open anything else, just ask.”

Steve walked away to retrieve the bedding he’d spoken about earlier. He returned in short order, placing the items on the couch.

“The Dark Elves,” Steve brought up, “are they gone, or are they a threat that might come back?”

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The universe had a grim sense of humour. It was a vampire's boots that crunched toward her, one far superior to those of Onyx's world. 

At least, now he was.

A gateway had opened up some hours earlier in the forest, spilling monsters. The Vampire Ascendant had sent his minions out into this new world to scout the land for a suitable living space. The artifact that had brought them here remained in his pouch. For now, Faerun would have a reprieve from his presence. His court would watch over Baldur's Gate in his absence.

So soon into sauntering through these dark trees, drawn by the scent of blood, Astarion found her. 

"Well now, what have we here? Don't you look in need of a hero?"

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Pain was blossoming in the hunter's chest as her blood stained the snow she was laying on a deep shade of crimson. It wasn't unusual for her to go in hunts alone. In fact, most of her life these days she spent in the solace of her own company. Working with others meant getting attached, and getting attached meant she had something, or rather someone, else to lose.

In the moment though, she'd wished she'd called Micah or Dean for backup. It had been a terrible, awful idea to take on a family of ghouls on her own. She'd known it from the start, but there was a reason Pride wanted her she supposed. She'd been convinced he creatures couldn't best her.

Now though, they were gone, no trace of them save for their quickly fading footprints in the snow, and the stench of rotting flesh and death they left behind. She was sure they intended to come back later and collect her body. Another meal to drag back to the graveyard they took residence in.

Mustering all the strength she could, she did her best to drag herself toward the road, praying to a God she'd once believed in that someone... anyone would find her before darkness and the haze of comfort it falsely provided took her over, forcing her into unconsciousness.

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Slow day for writing, so I drew them bois instead. ❤️

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There is a moment's hesitation before Loki takes a strawberry, questioning himself that he had heard what he thought. If his blushes showed easily, now would certainly be an occasion. The fruit is plucked from the offered bowl and toyed with between his fingers.

"I'd say I'm surprised it took us this long to discuss it. Except I'm not. Surprised."

He eats the strawberry, gaze flicking to his counterpart with a giddy embarrassment, excited and a little ashamed.

"We're from the same timeline tree, and I have had these thoughts a very long time. Stands to reason we both do. I'd imagine a lot of Lokis felt the same way. We're Loki after all. Perverse. Deviant. And honestly, as much as he's our brother, chemically..."

Loki trails off, gesturing with a hand as if the universe presents an answer.

"I digress." He clears his throat. "You're... not alone."

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There is a question Loki has had for a small, lingering amount of time since the two of them have gotten closer. He has left the other the privacy of their own mind, hasn’t tried enchantment or their own brand of mind-recall with them, hasn’t even broached the subject. So he hasn’t gotten the chance to ask…

If, perhaps, the other also has used to have a… Romantic and/or erotic interest in Thor.

It feels a bit strange, that he should have this interest, and another should not, like he is the odd one out, like it’s inherently… Unethical. Not that he’s had a problem with being unethical before it, but since it’s someone he’s known all his life, and this Loki closer than most… it’s a prodding nag.

One good thing is, however, he is not afraid of this Loki judging him. One thing he can be almost wholly sure of, is that most Lokis would never judge another for this brand of thoughts.

So it comes up one day out of the blue, while Loki is offering the other a strawberry during a late brunch.

“What would you say, if I admitted to fancying our brother?”

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All I know… is I don’t wanna hurt you.

I don’t want a throne.

I just… 

I just want you to be okay.

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It really is an expression of great trust, to trust a Loki of all people, and more importantly coming from Sylvie. She has spent almost her whole life on the run, feeling that to be caught is to be erased completely. He hopes that he can bring her pleasure through this, that perhaps in some way it may also help her face those fears. He has learnt what it is to let go, something he never truly knew how to do.

Loki kneels before her and gently curls his hands around her wrists.

"You are safe with me. You need only say 'I don't want this' at any point and I will cut you free at once. All being well, I will show you how good this can be."

Ropes snake slowly from his sleeves, preparing to bind her. His palms open again, allowing her freedom for now.

"Clothing on first or do you feel ready to disrobe completely?"

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Sylvie worries her lip in a moment of thought, looking down at her hands and calculating how fast she would break the cuffs versus the rope.

“…Rope,” she concludes, hesitantly— very much unlike her. This is one of the first times she is going to submit, and it’s something new and exciting and scary; but she trusts Loki. She trusts him more than anyone else. She trusts him to know when to push, and when to be gentle, in tune with each other with deep enchantment.

The edge of the bed creaks with her nervous shifting.

“-Less of a chance I’ll break free and throw a punch.”

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The mention of a doctor made the pirate visibly flinch but he perked up at the mention of food. He hadn't wanted to let her continue coddling him too much, but if he was going to get something out of it along with more information, it seemed a sound plan. 

Jack refrained from taking her arm but smiled gratefully. "Aye, it has been a while since I last partook. There any food for humans around here?"

He heard a car beep before it drove onward and whirled to stare at it, hand on the hilt of his sword. 

"No, I... I do not carry a map at present," she said with a soft shake of her head. Mantis timidly took a step closer, hands wringing idly by her waist as she studied him.

"Please, let me help you. You need to see a doctor – tell me, have you eaten? Perhaps you fell because you need food," she offered, holding out an arm so he could lean on her if that was necessary.

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Many have written about how Karlach throws Astarion, well… Don't worry, no Astarions were harmed! But I can't say the same about Gortash…

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"Gods. There really is no justice in the world."