Hi little rain cloud, I hope it hasn’t been too long since you sent this in. I do still give advice it’s just been awhile because we’ve been so busy with big changes lately. Let me start by saying that I’m terribly sorry to hear about your loss of employment and correct me if I’m mistaken, but is that not illegal? It’s hard to see through the clouds right now but it sounds like you’re better off not being employed at such a close minded company that would treat you so poorly. Something will come along little cloud, something you’re meant to do that makes you happy. I bet you miss that friend very much, it sounds like they were living close to you before the move and I hope once they’re settled you two are able to talk more often. I’m saddened to hear that you’re used to be ghosted, that is heartbreaking and no one should be “used” to that happening to them but again it sounds like that person isn’t a friend and you’re better off. I’m always here to listen and talk back if you need, submit as many asks as you like and I’m very glad you have an appointment with your therapist coming up, that’s very healthy of you. It’s going to be okay little rain cloud, I promise.

I REQUIRE YOUR ATTENTION

HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?

HAVE YOU EATEN RECENTLY ENOUGH?

HAVE YOU DRANK ANY WATER?

Hmmmmmmmmmm

I don't like this question.

Do you have cameras in my house or something?

I had water last night....

Have this Lil guy as compensation :)

Good morning to you anon😭 idk if you’re the same anon from the other day but apparently you want to make me break my heart in the morning💛

Loki could never acclimate to this disconcerting reality—the acrid tang in his mouth, tainted by the chaotic contraptions carelessly assembled by mortal hands. Did they possess no reverence for their abode? It bore no resemblance to the majesty of Asgard. Instead, the grimy air stubbornly clung to every inch of his being, a repulsive embrace.

Seeking solace, the god found himself beneath the city, surrounded by reluctant allies. The intricate tunnels, remnants of a bygone human generation, hardly befitted a prince of Asgard, let alone the conqueror of Earth. Yet, his time for dominance would inevitably arrive.

In the quietude, as he contemplated his future endeavors, the tranquility shattered with the rhythmic patter of footsteps through the waterlogged tunnels. Unwanted interruptions disrupted his much-needed respite. His body, still recovering from the ordeal with Thanos, felt the toll of the the portal that had transported him to this dismal realm.

Standing to attention, determined to uphold his unyielding facade, he awaited the impending arrival of the footsteps' owner. Mild frustration permeated the air, as a few moments of silence became were a luxury in this unforgiving place.

"Sir…" saluted the soldier under his control, "…We have an intruder."

His curious gaze descended sharply, danger arose in his glare, and his body language shifted seamlessly into that of an apex predator. "Show me…" he growled, devoid of mischief, replaced only by a simmering rage.

Every footstep resonated through the tunnels, an indistinct symphony that made it impossible to discern the intruder's origin. Barton's military prowess became unmistakably apparent; seizing the agent had proven to be a well-judged decision.

At last, his gaze settled upon the stranger, unnaturally blue eyes scanning the man from head to toe as the god approached. "I'm impressed you got this far," his tone carried a deceptive lightness, a facade thinly veiling the danger lurking in his eyes. "Are you friend or foe?"

Also will you marry me