#miisunne

‘   hey,   come on.   stop rolling my jet ski magazines like that.   and stop trying to smack miss minutes.    aren’t you supposed to be thousands years old ?   what is that in midgard year ?   twenty-eight ?    ’    /    for @miisunne​ !

waking up from the nightmares was always hard for tony. distancing himself from reality and falseness was near on impossible sometimes-- mostly because reality so often bled over. how many times had his nightmares been based in reality? his life, so full of horrors, they would plague him in the middle of the night.

he'd never been good at letting people comfort him in the aftermath. pushed so many away. kept himself isolated.

it was different with loki. somehow, some-fucking-how, the god had carved a space in tony's heart. found a way in. tony knew it left him vulnerable, but he'd also never felt stronger than in those moments after, with loki's hands soothing through his hair, grounding him.

he took a deep, steadying breath, but didn't release the iron tight grip on loki's arm. he needed this.

"don't go. i-- promise me you won't go--"

‘   pretty sure that's about a whale —  ’    he says, without even looking up.

‘   i didn’t know you’d be interested in earth’s literature though.  i’d recommend f. fitzgerald.   guy’s got interesting themes.   dubious morality combined with the melancholy and desperate need for greed and wealth.   i think you’d like it.    ’

‘  —  i’m not sure,   ’   he’s honest,   direct and gentle.  he’s never thought about it.   sexual desires don’t come easily;  and even if they do,  they disappear quickly.   mobius tilts his head to one side though,  curious.   whether by the question or the person behind it,   he’s not sure.

he looks down,  hands playing idly with the near empty can of his soda.    ‘  if they’d  ...   care for me,  really.   enough that it shows.   ’    enough to be angry,   or cry over;   enough that i looked like i matter.    or maybe he’s just simple.   mobius can’t argue with that.    ‘    —  maybe if they’re intelligent too.   have uh  ...  what’d they say ?   a mouth on them.    yeah,  that can be cute.   ’

eyes flickering upwards.   a silent smirk in them.

“  Theeeere you are. Hi. Welcome back.  ” ———@miisunne​   (  PRESIDENT  LOKI !! ).     (  FROM.  )

A  DRY  COUGH  is all that he can manage at first,  expelling the taste of unconsciousness from his throat.     L1130′s eyes flutter open,  blinking away the remnants of darkness from them,  along with   (  hopefully  )   the illusion of this  other  loki  that’s crouched beside him.

great.     he hates this place,  he really does.

“  ... what trickery is this?  ”     he demands weakly,  still not quite able to sit up.     “  what is it that you want from me?  ”

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜ // @miisunne​​ 

          how many times had they been just like this before? how many times had bucky been the one to pull away-- detangle himself from the god. busy, something else to pull his attention when really, all he wanted to do was stay wrapped up in loki’s embrace? 

it wasn’t often lately, that the world actually won. self indulgence was a new trick bucky was learning, but loki proved a damned fine teacher. 

so, at the comment, there might have been a small, needy little sound that escaped the soldier. bitten back, but still it bleeds through the otherwise quiet of the room. 

hands seek more desperately, with more intent. hips gripped and a punishingly tight hold is found before bucky manages to pull his head up enough to look at loki.