#brad wolfe

Words happened! Thank you for sending in this ask. I'm a little closer to finishing the first draft.

Twisting in his binds, Brad looks away from Loki, almost sure that the longer he looks, the more he's going to regret it. The shadows grow across his body with Loki shifting forward, crawling over him, trapping him. "You never said it was this easy to shut you up," Loki teases. "You're one to talk," spits back Brad, looking over his shoulder again and feeling the weight all the more. He gasps, not that he will admit how much this is affecting him if asked. He isn't about to tell Loki how ethereally menacing he is. The demigod's ego is large enough as it is.

Also, here's another snippet (posted seconds prior to this post).

This fic will have its 2 year anniversary in May 🙈 Thank you for sending me and ask, it's forced me to do some words.

Brad's breath hitches as Loki leans over him, his face darkening in shadow as he blocks out the overhead light. It's not enough to hide the menacing glint of green eyes, sparkling like the specks of glitter on his thin lips, but it is intense enough to scare most people. If only Brad cared enough to be scared. Being at the mercy of a villain is exhilarating regardless and he wonders if maybe he should have thought through the consequences before getting into this position. It isn't like he'd considered hooking up with these two lovebirds anyway—that choice is very much theirs. He is, hopefully, benefitting from it. Or about to die at the hands of a mad god, but what a way to go.

Here's a second snippet I just posted.

Your face when you pissed off at least half of the TVA workers in your life.