#lokirulerofmidgard

lokirulerofmidgard

mischiefborderingoninsanity

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thenaughtytrickster

The cane swirled in his cane as he walked, dipping his head to whom he passed. A slow echoing whistle bounced off the walls of the alleyway and a pleasant smile came across his face. Cassander Roshack stopped at the edge of darkened alleyway before hopping on top of a roof. He continued his stroll until he found a shadow on a figure. "Now it isn't every day that one sees a god in his mist." He bowed to him, "Apologies for intruding on your area, sir." Cassander told him, walking past without his footsteps making a sound.

He wasn't in danger on Asgard but a surprise reveal had meant he no longer had any place there, no matter how much Father told him nothing had changed- it had.

He had gone to Tony Stark and borrowed money to rent a small apartment, promising to pay it back despite his protests and had promptly fallen as far off the map as he could. He worked a part time job under the assumed name Jane had given him when he had first come here- Donald Blake- and largely kept to himself.

Aryn rolled into her bed, frowning in her sleep. Her magic surged in warning, effectively waking her. She sprang in a sitting position, scowling at the feeling of someone forcing its way in her world.

Few could actually come inside her home; and Aryn felt both curious and wary. She hoped the bareness of her Ice mansion would distract-and awe-whoever it was enough for her to gauge weither or not they meant trouble.

With this last thought, Aryn get out of her bed, her cloak around her. She smiled faintly as she decided to raise her hood and hide her hairs and most of her face-except her eyes.

It wouldn't hurt to appear full of mysteries. Someone had broke into her home after all.

Quietly, Aryn left her room. She had been sleeping upstairs for once, and so it meant she made sure not to be heard as she walked onto the steps. Once downstairs, Aryn stopped in the corridor-hearing the intruder in the room a bit further and to the right.

Aryn stepped even more quietly toward the room, amused in the knowledge the room was as bare as the rest of her home-which gave no indication about who might live here.

Finally, Aryn stopped at the door, glancing inside. Her eyes found a man, and her magic coiled inside her body at the strange feeling.

He was not human.

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French kiss.

Draco's expression contorted into one a horror, his body freezing up in tension to what the command was. Gritting his teeth deciding to get the deed over with--the God stood there waiting with a patronising look upon his face. Bollocks. This is so humiliating. Slowly striding up to the man who had an intimidating spear in hand, Draco was only a few inches shorter than he. 

Pale hand reaching out to grab onto the man's green scarf, Malfoy pulled Loki forward and crashed his lips into his own. For a moment, Draco was still with apprehension before his lips started moving with the other's, lip slipping into his mouth and dancing with the God's.

Draco's grip tightened on the Midgardian scarf and pulled him slightly closer as he pulled the man's bottom lip between his and sucked gently, his tongue sliding across it, before Draco's teeth unexpectedly scraped the pink lip.