#devourerofstarsandcandy

"I don’t celebrate my birthday every year. Typically in Asgard we celebrate our birthdays every one thousand years, even then I don’t really celebrate it, but whatever. I don’t want a party. I want to take a tub of ice cream and some chocolate cake into my room, lock myself in there and try not to think about my life choices and the fact I’m alive today."

"Liiiiliiituuuu! I think one day we should, like, take your awesome wigs and wear them around everywhere in public and yeah. I want to wear a lime green one and a magenta one at the same time, okay? Oh hey, did you hear?--" Long pause. "--Wait, I forgot. Oops. Anywaaaaay! I love yoooou, you're gorgeousss, and keep up the good work, whatever that is. Now, how do you hang up this thi--" Click.

Here it is, one more glass forI got a date with the nightYour defenses were on highFear and panic in the airMaybe you died 'cause everybody ask me where you at 

"I dunno if you can. I mean, you're not human, so I dunno if my skin would hurt you or not. Maybe? Maybe not. You can paint me anytime you want, though."

Loki was silent for a few moments longer before he finally smiled, a sincere smile for once, and nodded once firmly. "The feeling is mutual," he murmured. He cared for her quite a bit. Perhaps like an older brother or just a very close guy friend, but either way he still cared and it was nice to know she felt the same way, too.

[] Yes. I want to send you one.[] Yes.[] No.[x] Sure. 

"Darling," he said softly, shooting her an unreadable glance. "I doubt you know this, but when someone places their hand there or even runs their hand up it, it's typically meant in a sexual manner. I do not believe that was your intention, hence why I'm telling you."