A fine movie that is.
It is, but, at the moment, I was taking more interest in the dancing.
I see. I must admit, that form of dancing is something I quite admire.
cuts not always used.
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A fine movie that is.
It is, but, at the moment, I was taking more interest in the dancing.
I see. I must admit, that form of dancing is something I quite admire.
harbingerofruin replied to your post: Lust, Sloth.
I am quite certain I am not.
“Really?” She asked, her voice so flat it hardly sounded like a question at all. “And what do you find exceptionally lazy about me? I think others would disagree. As for lust, just because part of my job entails the world’s oldest profession does not mean I elicit a certain passion for it besides getting a job done.”
“You are using those words to their more popular meanings. Lust means far more then just sexual desires; and Sloth is not bound to just laziness, Natasha. I thought you were more intelligent then that.”
“It sounds as if you could use hard liquor.”
“Go away, Loki. “
“No, I don’t think I will.”
That I don’t doubt, but it still has some very interesting cracks.
Maybe, but none of those cracks could ever justify a reason for falling to bed with you— or even coming to a tolerant arrangement. I don’t make deals with devils.
The devil sings the best tune, Ms. Potts. In time, I’m certain you’ll come to see that.
It’s far more intact than your own.
That I don’t doubt, but it still has some very interesting cracks.
If I have any questions, I can bring them up with Thor.
Thor hardly knows anything beyond his world of brute strength.
I assure you that I am in no way playing hard to get.
Perhaps not, but you must be in the least bit curious about the world I come from.
Intelligence craves knowledge, after all.
harbingerofruinreplied to your post:Not very well, obviously.The barriers against teleportation are still in development, but I have very high hopes.
The more you attempt to keep me out, the more I am convinced you want me here.
♔ harbingerofruin
Hyrule had seen many a faces recently; odd, being that these were the winter months and all routes for trade and travel were either closed or blocked off because of snow or wandering beasts who searched for food. She did not question their arrivals, however, this one was strange. An aura about him set her off, to which she kept her guard when walking through the central town square after many people closed up shop for the night.
“Are you lost, milord?” She called out, her voice carried by the cold silence that settled onto each cobblestone embedded in the frozen ground.
Snowflakes fell upon cool skin and leather alike; it bothered the deity not. As loathe as he was to admit such a thing, winter was soothing in it’s quiet frigidness. Silence and cold suited him well enough, though his kin that resided within such realms did not appeal to him in this least. This place, however, was different, and far from Jotunheim. A breathe exhaled, forming a cloud of visible before before his stride stopped, snow crunching beneath leather boots, that unfamiliar voice pulling his attention, if only for one moment.
“— No.” In truth, the god had little idea (or care) to his whereabouts. It was merely another place to take silent comfort in, away from the shadow that loomed over him.
Can you? Can you wipe out that much red?
Natasha calmly regarded the trickster, though she was anything but calm. Flashes of the hellicarrier were brought back, replacing venom with blood, and fire with her icy demeanor. While he was taken back to Asgard in chains, she never doubted he was anything but dangerous, even then. So when he stood before her, she wasn’t exactly pleased.
“Something I can do for you, Loki?” She asked plainly enough.
Gaze of emerald flickered with delight, thin lips curling into a deadly, slow smirk that was positively predatory in it’s languid peel across his features. “And what if there were?” A low croon of words, approach a swish of leather against boot-clad legs. Sinewy muscle moves in tandem, smooth and fluid, with grace akin to a lethal feline. “Would you provide for me, Natasha?”
[She watched him from above.
Her body twisted and curled around the broken columns, so that even the very tip of her tail was lifted from the ground. Her arms rested, folded, on top of the first column, so that her chin could rest on them. The snakes that adorned her head watched as well, quiet with a mixture of fear and anticipation. This was no ordinary mortal. This was a being of magic.
This was a being best left alone.
They swayed this way and that, the little snakes. They twisted and turned, so that they, too, might watch the newcomer from every angle. She raised one hand up, to soothe them, to smooth them down.
She didn’t want anyone noticing them, especially not someone with this much magic around them. It was better to just like magicians come and go by themselves, once they were satisfied that there was nothing to see here.]
Nostrils flared faintly, inhaling a scent signature quite different from what his honed, heightened senses were used to. Thin lips pursed, vivid eyes of emerald flickering across the broken plain, distaste curling in his gut with an arched eyebrow of morbid fascination. Such a peculiar realm he’d found himself in, quite by accident - a hitch in magic, perhaps? There were a number of variable reasons, none of which helped discern how this place, of all others, was chosen.
Something was here. That much Loki knew, the truth tickling his senses and causing sharp, green eyes to narrow faintly before he intoned lowly, “It would be wise of you to reveal yourself.”
harbingerofruin replied to your post: OT3 {Loki/Darcy/Natasha}: between liars and…
#yes
WHAT IF NATASHA CARED FOR DARCY IN A FRIEND/MORE THAN FRIEND WAY (like her clint feels) AND LOKI SEDUCED DARCY AND NATASHA WAS ALL OH HELL NO NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN AND THEN LOKI WAS LIKE TROLLFACE.JPG AND THEN BLACKFROST SEX. AND THEN DARCY WAS LIKE WHAT IS MY LIFE IS THIS 5REAL AND LOKI WOULD BE LIKE JOIN US THE LITTLE WIDOW HAS LIKED YOU FOR SO LONG
And yet, I have quite a bit of troubling believing that.
Well. Then it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.
Fair enough, I suppose.
discordgoddess replied to your post: I’m possessive. Very possessive.
“Being possessive can be a good thing, means you’ll be protective!”“I suppose…”
harbingerofruin replied to your post: I’m possessive. Very possessive.
And just what has your feathers in a bunch?Nothing, dear counterpart.
And yet, I have quite a bit of troubling believing that.
