Lavender eyes peer over a tall tankard of Asgardian ale, silently observing those around her.

"You don't. You realize you never meant a thing to them, harden your heart, and move on." Pause. "Or you travel back in time to make them regret it."

She does a cat-like stretch to crack her back, a soft sigh of relief passing her lips.

Where are her /favorite/ Asgardian princes? She'd love to toy with the big dumb blonde one, or play with the cunning Jotun one.

She waves her hand lazily, procuring a fresh pot of coffee from the void.

She sleepily conjures up a casket of Asgardian mead in thanks.

Is that a bad thing? She assumed the super soldier would appreciate the ability to get drunk again. She could always thank him with a box of chocolate truffles from her kingdom instead.

Wet Wednesday? Mortals have such weird traditions but... Throws out one herself because why the fuck not?

|| Someone gimme a Loki to write with. I need some angsty mischief in my life.

Lets just put this here... for science. #ThirstyThursday

|| Right? There's been a significant increase of RL accounts that have found/followed my accounts lately. It's unsettling, to say the least.

She stretches out with a yawn, fingers going to rub the sleep out of her amethyst eyes. "I need that Midgardian morning drink. What's it called... coffee?"