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“Okay,”

He wraps a leg around Wanda’s and tightens his embrace.

“You’re very cold, your feet are freezing.” He smiles and kisses her forehead.

“There.”

With his tail, he brings a duvet on top of them and rubs his hand over Wanda’s arm to make her warmer.

“If that doesn’t help, I’ll have to use one last resource.” He adds, raising his eyebrow.

“Growl”

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@marvelousdamsels​ asked  [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves  { injury/hurt prompts }

Injuring him was no easy feat, not when he had more durable skin and had an accelerated healing rate, and yet, here he was, trying and failing to use his seidr to push his femur back under his skin so he could reset it. The bone protruding out of his skin wasn’t just painful, it was agony, and Loki’d had to drag himself away because he could no longer walk, which put him in an extremely vulnerable position. Loki hated feeling vulnerable, he hated feeling weak, which was why he didn’t want anyone to see him like this.

Clearly the Norns had other ideas.

Holding back a scream as he tried to push the bone back in, Loki felt the room start to spin, and had to add staying conscious on top of staying silent, which was not a simple task. Black spots appeared before his eyes, and so too did Illyana. Logically, Loki knew she’d not just appeared out of thin air, she must have walked in when all he could see was pain, but given her set of powers, it was possible she had just teleported in. However she had appeared, Loki didn’t want her here, not when he was like this. 

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I have a lot of Natasha muse and would love some new interactions.

Some might say that Loki was living the life right now. Living in an expensive hotel, wearing an incredibly soft robe and drinking pina coladas spiked with only the tastiest of meads from Asgard. It was fun and all, but nothing compared to the life she used to live. Perhaps that was why she hadn’t expected her actions to draw enough attention for a certain spy to locate her.

“Come to ruin my fun, have you Agent Romanoff?” The trickster asked calmly despite the initial disappointment that it hadn’t been a delivery boy with pizza knocking at her door. A small furry head peaked out of her robe as she studied the spy; Loki ignored the feline’s meows as she made sure the other had come alone.

He didn’t go out with the others last night, he didn’t feel like it. Kitty insisted but -rare in him- Kurt wanted some alone time... He slept later than his usual though, it was Sunday morning after all. 

Maybe he didn’t want to act like if everything was fine with Rachel around, he is constantly pretending. He promised they’d be friends but some days, he is not content with just that.

And it was uncomfortable to think she’d know that. 

Catalyst watches Rahne from the church doorway. They knew each other around town, vaguely. He knew she was from X Factor, and she....Probably knew who he was by now. After all she wasn’t stupid.

Gathering his courage he takes a few steps inside, echoes bouncing off the stained glass as he approaches her. “Sinclair, I did not expect to find you here so late in the evening.”

Carol had thought this was a good idea at first, she figured learning some monicker of espionage would help her on her missions. She could infiltrate and silently take people out without anyone knowing, but now she was here feeling very much out of her element and questioning what she was doin there. She had asked Natasha if she could help her on a mission and she could help her learn the craft, however she wasn't expecting her to take her up on the offer so quickly. The mission was in a foreign dignitaries’ lavish estate, they were to infiltrate the party gather intel on the man and his guests and if possible extract him. Straight forward mission she thought.

She entered the main hall of the mansion and all eyes were on her, she had never been one for make up but she was wearing some now for this mission. He long blonde hair was conditioned and curled at the ends, her lips bore a seductive cheery red hue, and she wore a blue evening gown with matching shiny blue heels. Carol, growing up was always the tomboy type and never really liked to wear things like dresses or gowns, but she was doing it for the mission, as she walked she felt like she was on shaky grown, she never really wore any sort of dress heels. Though for all of her insecurities of what she was wearing she still wore it with confidence, for all of her nerves no one could tell that she was nervous. 

She made her way to the bar where she sat nervously not sure of what to do, she wasn't sure to all of this and felt like she was tossed into the deep end of the pool and it was sink or swim time. As she sat there she felt someone come up next to her, she faced the person and was glad to see the familiar face, “I know I know, I’m nervous. I’m not used to this kind of thing.” she told the person next to her, she knew she needed to unwind and sell the lie, that she was the plus one of the woman who got the invite to the party.