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allistrange replied to your post: me: wants to ship w/ people also me: never asks to...
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//honestly scott walking into the sanctum and seeing books, artifacts, and ancient shit all over the floor and stephen standing in the middle of the room âdamn bitch you live like this?â
I canât believe cat burglar Scott Lang be going into houses judging how people live
@allistrange, continued from x because I canât resist:
itâs the cloak. completely, one hundred percent, no doubt about it. its the only reason Strange finds himself looking up at her.
  he certainly had his moments with the cloak of levitation, the times when it decided where they should go. for example: drag him halfway across the ground, before levitating him several feet in the air obviously for the drama of it all. which that part he doesnât mind. the part he does is when she goes to lift herself off. the cloak decides to wrap itself around one of her wings to keep her grounded for as long as it could. (hint: it was him who conveyed the idea to ground her that way)
  the part he did not take into consideration was landing himself as gracefully as usual. instead with a poor imitation of the cloak style landing. Stephen opens a portal right in front of her intending to land on his feet like a cat.
  the intent is there but the execution? disagreeable. Stephen ends up biting the dust, his face, his lips, colliding with the top of her shoe. talk about heel fetish.
  well, at least the view looking up wasnât all that bad.
               âfuck.â
Sheâs struggling with the cloak still, trying to get it off so she might fly out of here. If there was anyone around here who could overpower her, it was absolutely Stephen, and his goddamned magic, but it seemed his handkerchief had a different plan in mind. But Keeâs struggling comes to an end at the sight of him, splayed out on the ground, mouth squarely on her shoe. Sheâd be lying if she said she couldnât appreciate the sight. There was nothing quite like a man kissing her feet when she hasnât even asked.
âWhat, right here in frontâa everyone?â she asked, and squatted down to get a good look. It left her completely open to the cloakâs antics and any other oncoming trouble, but she was entirely unable to resist the opportunity to gloat.
âI always knew ya liked me, Doc,â she crooned, dropping her voice low and intimate. âBut if ya wanted tâ kiss my feet, all ya had tâ do was ask.â She wasnât dumb enough to reach down and touch him, and risk further danger while her wing was still mangled -- which simultaneously hurt like hell and made things a tad bit awkward, considering the sort of sensitive her wings were. Â
@allistrange continued from here
 the calm in Stephenâs being as he watches Loki slide down the side of the slanted glass windows â itâs almost cathartic. as far as heâs concerned the Asgardians were supposed to be very far away from Earth, at least this one.
  still, to add insult to injury (heâll use the excuse âim helpingâ) Stephen starts the process of opening a portal for the Trickster God. dump him right in front of him.
  so it goes â with most things that involve Loki, Stephen is sure in assuming. donât go as planned. the other must remember his punishing 30 minutes of falling and is fully aware what Stephen has in mind because somehow - somehow the other man uses Stephenâs portal to pull him in. now theyâre both falling, Loki looking at him with an expression that challenges him. âwell, fix this.â
  he does just that. or more the Cloak of Levitation springs to action first. wrapping around his shoulders, flying through the portal before it closes. and if itâs out of some stupid, idiotic instinct. he grabs the God also.
  âlet me just ask you this once,â itâs awkward. Loki is as tall as the Sorcerer Supreme, âwhat the Hell is wrong with you?â Stephen clutches the man to himself, theyâre face to face, levitating. a thin line of disapproval all over his features. âif you stab me, i will drop you.â heâs heard too many stories to not be wary about sharp objects around the other.
Many in the past had likened the god of mischief to a cat. He was proud, entitled, beautiful and predatory. He also liked to pretend that nothing undignified could ever happen to him, which meant his current witness had probably been very sensible in keeping Loki under thumb. Annoyed though he was, Loki was consoled by the fact Strange had to go to such trouble to stay a step ahead of him. That, and so far he hadnât been dropped into another half hour plummet.
He scowled at Strange, remaining still in his grasp, his thoughts spinning through possibilities of the next course of action. Loki was stronger. Depending on this magical cloakâs strength, perhaps he could wrap his arms around the sorcerer and drop them both. Then weâll see who survives a fall out of the two of us. But he didnât.
âIf I stab you, I will hold on and take you with me,â he growled. âFor now, if you wouldnât mind so terribly putting us down. Carefully.â
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MEME: straight-up kiss my museSTATUS: selectively acceptingSENDER:Â @allistrange ( YES GIMME THE GUD STRANGEFROST )
     The action had clearly taken the trickster by surprise. Brows furrowed deeply, and the Ăsir went as still as a board, freezing in the otherâs embrace, as the fellow sorcerer leaned forward and pressed his lips against Lokiâs own. It was soft, chaste, but MEANINGFUL all the same.Â
Loki found himself slowly relaxing into the embrace, his hands coming to rest idly on Stephenâs waist. He could feel the power radiating off of the other sorcerer, feel the way their magickâs seemed to spark and flicker as they came into contact. Pulling away slowly, Loki raised an eyebrow at the mortal, before murmuring.Â
â Not that I am COMPLAINING, Strange⊠Because, I assure you, I am not. But, what was that for? â

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âOH!â what a strange occasion to see hĂȘlĂȘl truly at a loss for words, with fingers burying into the fabric of her dress and wide eyes looking at the sorcerer. she saw much & usually expected twice the amount, but to get kissed as a thanks had not been part of it. all she had done was to help out with some copy of books stored in the vaticanâs deepest archives, and she wouldnât mind doing it again. it was just ... ever since the emeraldâs demise she had not felt any lips on her own anymore.
so she couldnât help but to blush, couldnât hide the shadows of wings rushing over the walls, before she eventually found her voice once again. now she understood even more, the doctor truly had his charm.
â-- youâre welcome. we should bring them back before tomorrow 6am local time, though.â
Battle
  Devani doesnât consider herself an alien on a good day, but itâs very hard to ignore when thereâs some sort of rift dumping other flying scaled things onto the streets of New York. She appreciates a decent aerial fight as much as the next dragon, but not when sheâs relatively outnumbered. Spins, ducks and veers to ambush her targets from far greater altitudes than they can apparently reach. Instinct tells her the gravity is different where theyâre from and she can see them straining with a smug look.    She latches onto one, grabbing its feet with hers and dropping. Grips itâs maw shut with her own and shoves the creature down as she pulls up at the last second, not turning to watch it hit the ground. Swoops on another from below, tearing into soft underbelly and throwing it into a cluster of its companions.     âYou wanna help?â the dragon shouts down at the sorcerer once she spots him, angling her wings to buzz him dangerously low.  âCan you shut down that...whatever that portal thing is? I canât block them from the other side. Who knows what atmosphere their planet has. If these things are related to me, I will be very pissed off.âÂ
- @allistrange Battle - Find my muse in the middle of a fight with someone or something.
@allistrange // contd.
"My first what now?" Â Sam asks, eyes shifting between the man next to him and the scene that's going on around them. Â The whole thing was like something out of a really bad science fiction movie, the kind that he both loved and hated because they always seemed so far fetched. Â It struck him as funny now, just how right they'd actually gotten it. Â "Television is the explanation for this. You see this shit in bad television."