[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] Beautiful? Him? Was Steven catching the tail end of a fever? Huh. . He must've been sick. Pinked hues which capped »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] The dense air kept Loki in place, feeling as if Gravity was pulling down hard on his vessel. The center of his core »

[ @InRedIron ] The hiss of cars pressing on their breaks in mid-traffic merged with conversation—leaving him densely amused on how people »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] After the tender exchange faded into the past, Loki was left to admire what was—his first kiss was rather deep and »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] Delicate arms had slithered beneath Steve's—curling for either palms to be pressed to his shoulder blades. ‘Loki’ was a »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] The serpent himself probably wouldn't have imagined himself like this, clover peers having been shielded by his purple »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] A sound had flared from either of Loki's nostrils, sitting up briskly as he also aided in pulling Steve up with him. »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] “That's not the best part. . Watch~” Every tentative digits curled within his icy palms, soon exerting themselves to «

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] Once his tricks had some to an end—his more intense visions could not be fulfilled with the lack of energy he withheld»

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[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] Being in his Jötun form was a bit of a half and half deal with Loki—so used to being cloaked which made it all the «

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] Being coated within his Jötun flesh was like wearing a trench coat, violating his inner self esteem by not looking »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] The meek deity merely resided in the same spot as before—both legs crossed in a fold which allowed more space for the »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] Free of any current burdens, Loki floated like a feather. After years and years of carrying guilt and anger, it weighed»

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[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] The second he was free, was the moment Loki began to worry. He was much more complex. . Very complicated. And haunted. »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] Symmetrical brows had relaxed, the muscles allowing either to float down to aligned level. Who knows what tomorrow «

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] Obsidian tresses framed his face with natural flips, still attempting to wake up after a night of perplexing dreams. »

[ Ｓ.Ｇ.Ｒ. ] The morning was a time to evaluate and laze—looking about the room with his meek form lush against the bed. Every «