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#SEIDRWIELDER —

loosely mcu based loki laufeyson roleplay blog. mixed media, headcanon influenced & canon divergent. oc, crossover & au friendly. 18+.

written by parker ( he / it, 26 ).

𝐨𝐡 , 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 . unfortunately , kicking him out wasn't an effective way of keeping the pest at bay . as if tony could truly bar him all access . besides , they were quite certain the man enjoyed at least some part of this . there were loki - specific gadgets being made just for them ! he was enriching tony's routine . he wasn't as fun as loki was at parties these days , anyway .

❝             stark , it's a party , come now .   ❞ the god looked downright devilish in his gala attire . heavily undone emerald shirt , boot - cut slacks that were so tight he was liable to tear out of them . & glitter ? the best kind . magic ; wouldn't leave itself all over the ballroom . ❝   don't be so cruel to your guests .   ❞ uninvited or otherwise .

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐭 . palms both lift , immediately , in a show of mock surrender . how was he supposed to know he could feel through the metal shell ? lips purse , perhaps a bit moody about being caught . it wasn't as if they were going to do anything . call it investigation . gaining insight . fucking around & finding out ?

❝             did i hurt the poor thing ? tsk , how dreadful of me . bad loki , bad !   ❞ an overdramatic smack of fingers on the back of the offending palm . there , punishment served .

It’s all the permission Rocky needs.

And he’s not oblivious to the exasperated airiness in Bucky’s tone—his eventual acceptance is more or less begrudging, having obviously learned that this subject won’t be dropped anytime soon—but he chooses to plead ignorance. That is, after all, a benefit to the easy miscommunications between them. Sometimes, Rocky can seamlessly pretend he doesn’t get something . . . and how can Bucky really call him out on that?

So, ignoring that sigh, he accepts the invitation with an energetic little rumble. “Yes, yes! Give! Thank,” he cheers, little claws making grabbing motions in the air as he closes that tiny remaining distance between them. “Understand. Only two arms. Lose one, half gone. Rocky careful!” He traces the grooves along the plates, taps lightly a few times before releasing a chirp of amazement. “Need word—What material, question?”