Eat My Freaking Dust

“My name is Loki,” he added. “And I don’t know the exact details of what’s happening, but I have a theory. What I do know is that you and I have been connected in a way that we can never extinguish.” It was best for all parties involved if Pietro and Loki had a decent standing with one another. The last thing either of them wanted was for the person who constantly invaded their minds to be some sort of enemy.

“But I don’t think it’s best for us to discuss what’s happening out in the open. I think we should find shelter, somewhere where we won’t be overheard. There are plenty of prying ears in the world and the information that we need to discuss is of a sensitive topic…”

Sighing, Loki ran his fingers through his hair. In truth, he hadn’t expected to find the boy that flooded his mind. He didn’t expect Pietro and his sister to be real. What he had expected, however, was to come up empty handed, to discover that although the Mind Gem was no longer present within him, her effects were still lasting. In a way, that was still true, but he didn’t expect to find someone on the other end of his link, he expected to find that he was, in fact, losing his sanity.

He should have been pleased that he wasn’t, but for some reason, he had a difficult time rejoicing about it.

If it was then that meant his mind connection had been with a god. A god that had caused a significant amount of damage to the states but a god nonetheless. Now he was downright curious as to what was actually going on.

Discussing it elsewhere was a smart idea. Doing so here with the world’s eyes on them was only going to further complicate things. He wasn’t sure where they could go- he hardly knew where they were. He just knew that stopping here had been something that needed to be done- and now he knew why.

“My name is Pietro Maximoff.” he replied in a simpler tone even though nothing about this whole ordeal read simple. No, it was far from simple. It was more like overtly stuffed into something already too complicated.

Did this have to do with something they had done to him back at Hydra? Side effects that they hadn’t confided in him about?

Do you like giving and receiving gifts?

Do you like making new friends and roleplay partners?

Even bigger question, do you love crossing over fandoms? 

Well if you said yes or even HELL YES to any of those above then this will certainly be fun for you!

Christmas in July Secret Santa!  Here are the rules:

Reblog this post if you would like a Secret Santa

You have until July 15th to reblog this post to participate. 

Everyone will get ONE person.

Keep your identity secret until the end of the month, July 31st.

Give your Secret Santa something nice, it can be a promo, graphic, art, icons, messages, WHATEVER as long as it is nice and thoughtful.

The purpose of this is for roleplayers to meet one another, find new partners and just to have some fun!  Instead of just singling out one fandom I really wanted to do a multi-fandom one so that everyone can connect!  

♔—- “The the order may very well shift for a time            No one is perfect, especially not myself.                Even I make mistakes. And, unfortunately,              when I make mistakes, it’s a pretty significant              deal.”

The God’s expression managed to stay the same, but Loki wished to avoid the subject all together, to navigate away from it. Pietro, however, was insistent on understanding why Loki was here, with him.

“Well think we all know how that feels. I mean, I've done some things in my life that  have altered things- don’t wanna talk about it? we don’t have to.”

He made it pretty obvious that he was possibly avoiding the subject so Pietro nodded some  even though surprise flickered across his features.

║♚║— Eris was more than thankful for Pietro.  To her, he was he knight.  Her saint of peace.   He being there gave her the sense that everything was going to be okay.  Or at least the promise that when he was there; that then it was okay.  She had his understanding. That alone at the end of any day was something that was worth more than gold.

To his hand on her face… It was warm.  She wanted to lean into this touch but she didn’t.  Eris cherished this moment and the promise that more moments like this would come.   It wasn’t too often that she got to experience such serenity.   Her world was filled with giving orders, commanding over her organization and gut checking the world.   To feel removed from the madness was calming of course.  It was like being in the eye of the storm. Everything was still with Pietro.

He sighed softly and looked up at her, reveling in the moment here with her. To tell her that he wasn’t at peace with her was a lie- to tell her that he had ever felt this accepted was also a lie. He felt alive here next to her and he wanted her to feel the same. He wasn’t just an experiment sitting here next to her- no this was so much more.

There’s a slow nod as his eyes close briefly on the words she offered. That was a promise he had never thought to hear from anyone- especially not from someone as powerful as she. But she was so much more than everyone else assumed she was.

Which was something she had been accustomed to seeing in the eyes of Royals that came upon the mountain.

Eris glanced at Gawain briefly before looking back to Sir Pietro.  “It does not matter to use what or which band of men have come upon your land.   What matters is that they seek to pillage your resources and your livelihood of your kingdom.”  She tilted her head staring into the pools of his eyes that reminded her of crystals.   “We will be more than accepting of the… challenge to eradicate these band of men from your land.   Of course, Sir Pietro, there must be payment for our services.   However this payment will only be received once we have disturbed the threat.  This seems to be fair, wouldn’t you agree?”

It wasn’t free for any order to take up arms for another country or Kingdom. Lives would be lost on both sides.   While no one could truly put a price on the worth of a life… The order would make sure that their hiring party would be accountable for it.  Along with other things such as their wares and goods that would go accounted for as well.

“I will grant you whatever reward it is that you seek...I have faith that you will do as you have promised. I have heard...words of your Order- the true test of your strength is from those that I trust. And now I assume I am to trust you.”

His eyes lowered to her hand that she held out- a physical oath to the agreement that was being set into place. If this didn’t work- then what would?

Carefully he took her hand and shook it, firm and with ease as he held her eyes. He found a fire there that was both entrancing and intimidating. Something within her gaze told him that no threat would remain once she was through with it- not when he had her word.

“Did he make it?” she asked softly, curious. He’d said trying, so perhaps he didn’t know…

He was supposed to be fast enough.

“made in time so that I didn’t have to watch them die...afterwards though-” and his sister. If only he knew what had happened after the breath had left his body and he woke up in this place.

Truth be told, Wynter’s focus had shifted, her thoughts wandering away from her, meaning she wasn’t paying attention when his hand carefully found hers. No, she’d been thinking about her time in purgatory, the nightmares she still dealt with as a result. At the very least, they weren’t as terrible as the others she dealt with, the ones of hell, of things she’d seen over the years, but they were still there, still woke her at night…

The sudden touch, the warmth of flesh against flesh recaptured the young woman’s attention, pale eyes flicking upwards, gaze meeting his. 

It was a lot to talk about, it really was. Did he understand just what it was that he was asking, what she’d divulge to him? Oh, but leave it to him to attempt to make her smile in the midst of this. She chuckled weakly, shaking her head. “Won’t even talk, huh? S’very sweet.” she murmured. 

Finally she gave in and he felt relief flood through him.

Talking would help her- would help the both of them.

The sly smirk remained as she pushed herself away from the wall; her arms falling to her sides as a graceful step led her toward the boy. 

      “You are an open book, dear boy.” 

She stated, keeping ocean eyes on him as she made her way to him. The wind played with her hair but she didn’t care, all she cared about, at least upon that moment, was the game. 

        “Had I not truly known you’d done            something I would have just figured            it out.” 

She paused, finally, in front of him. 

         “You know exactly what I’m talking             about.” 

“Who are you calling boy?”

Pietro demanded, brows knitting as he stared at the woman there in front of him. She was looking at him like she knew  something about him. Something more  than just his power.

His head tilted some and a slight grin marked  the corners of his lips.