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iamkidloki replied to your post: *cuddles*
Can it be pretend snow day? And I don’t go to school and you don’t go to work and we go to the city and do stuff. Like eating.
I think your teachers will notice that it's not snowing.
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*cuddles*
*smiles and kisses his head* Hey, kidlet.
Happy Birthday, daddy!
*bends to hug him* Thank you, kidlet.
iamkidloki replied to your post: Daaaaaaaaad! I'm hungry.
Fooooood.
What kiiiiinda fooooooood?
iamkidloki replied to your post: Whatcha doing?
I’m never saying no for test tasting your bakings. If it was cookings I might…
Yeah, yeah. *shakes his head with a smile as he cuts a brownie* I'm concerned these might be too fudgy.
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Whatcha doing?
Trying out brownie recipes. Could you taste-test this one?
Nick...don't go into the light. || Main!Verse || Generallyfurious [Open?]
This was not happening. The phrase repeated through his head like a mantra. Denial. A healthy, normal reaction to the unexpected trauma of his supervisor and close personal friend being shot. The Agent shifted gears, his car zipping by the morning commuters as he flew in and out of traffic. He knew something had been up. He warned Nick. Told him to be careful. The black Audi drifted around a tight curve. He started to slow, but only slightly. The hospital was the next exit. Tim's normally stoic face was tainted with worry, brows knitted together. Poor Phil. Poor Loki and little Steve. Tim was going to make it his personal mission to stop whoever had made the hit on Director Fury. Even if he had to don his Red Robin cowl to do so. That thought stayed with the agent as he pulled into a parking spot and dashed into the ICU.
