#liecrafted

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  "I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT YOU" PROMPTS

you've consumed my thoughts.

A hum of acknowledgement resonates across her larynx, an undertone of mischief beneath doll-like features as she purposefully refuses to meet Loki's pointed gaze. Such honesty from the God of Lies and Deceit would take anyone aback, though for a moment the seductress wonders how much she can childishly prod at his mental images of her with suggestive words and flirtatious gestures before she accidentally awakens more amorous instincts within the deity.

A projection of herself materialized beside Loki, sitting on the arm of the love chair in which he sat. Lithe arm reaches out towards the God's face and circles to the back of his head, silken-soft fingers gently stroking his onyx curls of hair in a repetitive motion as Amora herself sat back and picked up her wine glass. She knew he was telling the truth, sensing his love and lust for her like a sweet burning of the skin. She peered into his consciousness and observed all the hand holding, cuddling, embracing of her curvaceous frame, every desperate kiss and every soft exhale of her breath against him. Teasing him with a personification of these fantasies may have seemed cruel, though it offered her a sense of enjoyment.

Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 - always accepting !

you have no idea what i'd do to keep you safe.

The plan of action in pursuing this particular He Who Remains Variant was simple: Amora would pose as a distraction, Loki surveyed the establishment for any of this particular Variant's henchmen and dispose of them and Mobius waited for him to cue an ambush of said Variant with an appropriate amount of Minutemen. Posing as an exotic dancer to gain the attention of a mob-affiliated millionaire was mere child's play for The Enchantress. And all was going swimmingly well, until the Variant called a few more of his men over to gawk at Amora.

Shifting a bit on his lap, she forced a smile and held out a hand in greeting, fighting back a gag when the opposing man bestowed a kiss upon the back of it. These men were armed with weaponry, though bullets barely phased Asgardian deities such as she and Loki, whom she couldn't help but take note of his ever-building envy as more men crowded around her. The multitude of hands on her bothered her more than she'd ever admit; she was used to men flaunting after her prowess and her beauty for eons, though not being touched by two at once. She merely played the part and waited until the Variant had his guard down so she could enchant him with a kiss Loki hopefully wouldn't see.

Though, that moment never came due to the onslaught of bodies hitting the brothel floors as the group of men, the Variant included, slumped over and Loki was the only one left standing, hurrying over to her and grabbing her arm. With a tug, she was off the Variant's lap and walking alongside Loki towards the exit of the establishment. She barely had time to process all of what had happened, though she yanked her arm from his grasp and demanded to know the absurdity of his actions. He claimed they were getting "too insistent" and could tell she'd been afraid. This, for some reason, angered her.

loki said that he wasn't used to it - needing people. but there was something that told mobius that it wasn't the fact that loki had never needed anyone... in fact, in his eyes, it was quite the opposite. yes, he knew he'd only ever watched events from loki's life play out in the time theatre from loki's file, and yes, loki liked to play the untrustworthy villain... but behind all of that, what mobius saw, what he had always seen was just... someone that was scared.

someone that was scared, alone, and desperate to be loved.

it didn't scare mobius, though. to hear loki say that he was the one that he needed. despite the fact that there were times he found things that loki said to him hard to believe, and that there were times when he found himself internally panicking at a look or a touch... being needed was something mobius could do. it was maybe selfish, the fact that it was something that made him feel good, that gave him a sense of worth. but all the same, he couldn't help the small but warm smile that tugged at lips, his hands coming to take gentle hold of loki's forearms.

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆ — reassurance starters

“ you deserve the whole world. “

Aching gaze staring back at her in the reflection of glass window, melancholic hues of verdant overlooked the Bifrost protruding from the royal palace bathed in starlight below. A deep sigh escapes roseate tiers, laden with sorrows of mourning. Loki had brought her to a point in time where Asgard hadn't fallen to ruin at the hands of Ragnarök.

They stood in her chambers, where she spent majority of her childhood locked away chained to her controlled studies in sorcery with Karnilla standing over her, telling her she only had one fate in store for her once she were free of her: she'd take on Karnilla's role as the Royal Sorceress of Asgard, her future merely consisting of being in complete servitude of whichever prince shall be crowned King of Asgard. By his side, her magic at his every beck and call, performing for civilians and offering her abilities should she ever need to.

In other words, the closest thing she had to a mother spent half of her childhood training her to be a spectacle to be gawked at and a tool to be used whilst Amora spent the remainder of that childhood pertaining little to no self-worth unless she were being lusted after by men and boys alike. She often wondered if she deserved the life she was forced into. And Loki, able to peer into her woes, told her what he felt she really deserved in that moment.

Pensive silence envelops the room as the sorceress reflects over his statement. She then turns, golden tendrils swaying, advancing towards him and wrapping her arms around him in a warm embrace. Her lips brushed against his own in a passionate kiss and when they separated, she nuzzled their noses together affectionately.

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  “SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

i want you to stay, with me.

Digits combed through obsidian curls, thighs straddling his waist and lithe arms cradling him whilst willowy depths met his pleading gaze. His touch, warm, though his grip engraining itself into her bones; a desperate attempt at prolonging her presence. For, they both knew once she were off of him, once he were unsheathed from her wet heat, that would be it. She would leave, or he would, because time was but a cruel jester; tricking them into believing, foolishly, that perhaps this could be that pivotal moment in time containing a future for them.

Whilst they basked in the afterglow of lustful entanglement, conglomeration of primal grunts and whimpers, Loki's chest rose and fell 'gainst her own, his exhausted breaths enveloping her skin in warmth. He preferred to hold her like this afterwards, to ensure she'd stay. Either for the remainder of the night, or for but a few more moments, was entirely up to her. And he knew that. Hence, her languid blink and slight arch of an eyebrow 'pon hearing his request before a smile waxed upon her countenance. Cupping his face in her hands, she let out a playful, bubbly giggle.

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆ 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 - always accepting !

"i'd find you in every lifetime." ( okay this wasn't even a meme loki just told me i had too )

Overt desperation distinguishable from head-to-toe as the goddess stood before the god whom held a multitude of universes betwixt his fingers. She called out to him once she realized what he'd intended to do, struggling to get past the metal barriers that separated them. Though, Loki must have known she'd try, because the doors remained shut; using his magic to both bring life to the infinite multiverse and hold her back from saving him from his impending doom. Using every ounce of her raw strength, she was just able to summon all of Asgard's might in the form of a sword and cut through his barrier, though it wouldn't hold for long. She sprinted unto the gangway, frantic speed causing her to lose her footing, though she immediately took to levitating the rest of the way towards him. Her emotions were spiraling, thus as was her magic, though she still was able to reach him.

She held his torso in her arms, holding him close as if he were a leaf threatening to drift away into the harsh winds of a vortex. Lifting a trembling hand, she paused time if only for a few moments. But a few moments were all she needed to let him know she'd never stop fighting to free him of his fate. And, yet, a few moments were never enough to find a timeline, variants of them, a lifetime where they never had to worry about temporal looms nor infinite multiverses, but instead a life where she woke up every morning just a bit earlier than him to cook them breakfast, engage in moonlit consultation by the fire, tuck their children into bed and teach them sorcery. Whether it be in the royal halls of Asgard or a quaint suburban home on Midgard, she didn't care. She didn't care so long as she had him.

💚     ⸺     ​ @liecrafted 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. ┆  — reassurance starters

“ you don't need to worry. you're safe. “

The nightmare came to her in bits and pieces, fragments of terror flickering in and out of existence, one after another, clouding her psyche with unpleasant recollections of her fractured childhood. Karnilla, yelling at her and shouting profanities a young child should never have to hear directed at herself due to a botched spell she was too small to withstand the strength of. Men and boys of Asgard alike, all eyes on her, gawking at her as if she were a delicacy put on display. Hands, reaching out and touching her. Her body, unmoving and paralyzed. Her timbre going raw with screams that never passed firmly shut lips.

When she awoke in a jolt, sitting up and crying out for help, she'd almost forgotten where she was. In bed with Loki, whom was now awake no doubt due to the assault done unto his sense of hearing. Still trying to grasp current location, she felt Loki's arms wrap around her quivering frame and held her close to his body. The ringing in her ears became distant in place of Loki's sweet nothings being whispered to her in a voice void of his usual suave charm, but replaced with a tenderness that stilled her ricocheting heart. Ah. That was it. She hadn't encountered such a nightmare in so long; perhaps it was due to the fact that being here with Loki caused her such relief and peace, that her trauma rushed back to remind her that she deserved no such thing. Though, perhaps she'd relish in how much longer she's given this illusion of happiness and comfort.