The moment the dagger is in the pages, green eyes flicker to the warrior, narrow, despite his small smile.
“Ah, yes. Thank you. I have been looking for an excuse for a new book as of late.” xitter.gq/igothroughyou/status/1…
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Flings the dagger directly at his book instead, given how he seems to /enjoy/ them so much. xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
Hmm? His apologies. He’s too busy reading to have noticed anything.
If something happened to anger her, he can assure her he has no idea of what happened to cause such a horrible, normal event. xitter.gq/igothroughyou/status/1…
You see that dagger she’s pulling out?
It’s going to be lodged in his throat in approximately 1.2 seconds. xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
Tosses his bubble gum at someone, landing it right in their hair.
. . . Only the moment he sees it was @iGoThroughYou’s hair, you can bet he’s gonna instantly burying his nose back in his book.
A brow raised, then an amused chuckle leaves him.
There’s a reason she’s his favorite Midgardian.
“More often than one would think. Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be preparing to meet with that contact of your friend’s about your art?” xitter.gq/adroitflaxen/status/10…
“I don’t assume.” Index was held up, head shaking as blonde and emerald tresses bounced.
“Your being here is proof enough as to what schedules you keep, however rare you opt to keep them.” She then shrugged, sipping her cocoa. xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
Tilting his head, he walks over to her, simply teasing her, though giving no indication in his tone.
“You assume I have no better things to do with my time than keep track of your schedule.” xitter.gq/adroitflaxen/status/10…
A nod of her own was given over the cup of cocoa, which for once, was simply cocoa with no . . . additives.
“You say, knowing where I’ll be, and when.” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
His grin still on his lips, he nods once towards her, hands behind his back.
“Taylor, what a pleasant surprise.” xitter.gq/adroitflaxen/status/10…
+ male shifted just slightly, but rather than simply pull her closer, he moved as if to attempt to lay down. He still held her head lightly, though, hoping to pull her down /with/ him. xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
— mood to give her such tonight, even if just this once. xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
Loki was far from a stranger to events such as this, to nights like this one, and he had more than his share of experience on both sides of the table. Even still, that had never stopped him in the past, and it wasn’t about to stop him now.
Lips moving against hers, the + xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
— mood to give her such tonight, even if just this once. xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
+ played right into his game, & he wasn’t about to back out.
Slipping his own eyes shut, Loki returned the kiss eagerly, leaning forward slightly in order to slip his hand backwards into her soft blonde hair.
Yes, it was a game, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t /enjoy/ it. xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
While it was true that he had been hoping she would do exactly that, he hadn’t exactly expected her to pick up on his less-than-subtle hint. She had been drinking who knew how much, and half of the time she seemed to want to punch him more than anything.
Still, she had + xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
+ anyways.
Sitting up, he places a hand under her chin lightly, looking directly down at her with a light grin on his face, voice low.
“Come now, Taylor. Surely someone as creative as yourself can come up with /something/...” xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
“Such /as/?” She’d have gotten if it not for the buzz from the alcohol, but she was unable to piece it together for the time being.
“You gotta give me something to work with, dude. Games take two payers, not one with all the cards.” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
A moment paused again as he debated for a moment, eyeing her carefully. She wasn’t exactly in the best state, but she wasn’t /drunk/, either, and he knew just how alcohol made it easier for people to do what they already wished. It wasn’t as if she had a filter while /sober/, + xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
“Such /as/?” She’d have gotten if it not for the buzz from the alcohol, but she was unable to piece it together for the time being.
“You gotta give me something to work with, dude. Games take two payers, not one with all the cards.” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
Silence fell upon the male for a moment, eyes flickering over to, and then simply over, the woman next to him.
Really, this is /all/ just a game, but that’s what makes it fun.
“Think less class, and more along the lines of potential mistakes...” xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
Remaining sitting as she eyed him still, genuine curiosity in her tone as she questioned him, likely not a smart choice.
“So then what /would/ make me one of those ‘right people’?” Amusement entering her tone, then, a snort leaving her. “A tutu?” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
“You have the /potential/ to be.”
Correcting her with a raised chin of his own, the male leans back slowly, laying down on her rooftop with his hands folding behind his head and eyes on the stars.
“Thus far has been merely games.” xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
Both brows raising then, chin tipping up as a slight grin twitched at chapped lips, head tilted a fraction.
“And I’m to assume that /I’m/ one of those ‘right people’, then, given how often you drop in to annoy me, right?” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
At that, a grin tugs at his lips, a light chuckle of amusement escaping him. This was exactly the sort of fun, and for once, he saw exactly why his brother insisted on returning so often.
“Oh, all sorts of fun, should you know the right people~.” xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
— raised somewhat.
“Mhm. And just what sort of fun can be found in the company of a mortal, exactly? I thought we were inferior.” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
+ company be if this was all you did?”
He just doesn’t want to seem too caring, nor does he want to seem weak. xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
— for his reasoning, or at least his logic of how to deal with grief.
Tipping the bottle towards him finally, silently offering it as more of a show of thanks than anything, given as she didn’t think the alcohol they had here would compare to his own.
“...thanks.” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
She seemed to actually be /listening/ to what he had to say, which was more than most, and at her offer, a light smile etched on his lips, hand held up in a polite decline. Midgardian alcohol was far too weak for his liking.
“No need. After all, what fun would your + xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
— for his reasoning, or at least his logic of how to deal with grief.
Tipping the bottle towards him finally, silently offering it as more of a show of thanks than anything, given as she didn’t think the alcohol they had here would compare to his own.
“...thanks.” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…
+ don’t close your eyes, Taylor. Enjoy yourself, have a little fun. If your mother loved you as much as you claim, she wouldn’t want you sitting around doing /this/.”
After all, that was all that had gotten him through Frigga’s murder, even if he had given it to himself. xitter.gq/nobodyelscsees/status/…
— shaking. Being hostile towards the only person willing to listen wouldn’t help, but she couldn’t help how she was, sometimes.
“Again, sorry.. but it still hurts.” xitter.gq/slitheringtrick/status…