#weeeeee!!

even princesses of dead kingdoms can have a hard time with the morning commute

"Hornet, I choose you!"

"SHAW!"

"You know, us bulky-headed void affiliates with signature red outfits really oughta stick together."

"Which one pointed first ...?"

"Hornet, obviously!"

“My tastes may be a bit...peculiar, given the profession I’ve found myself in, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Thor opened his mouth. Shut it. Opened it again and said, “You like fat guys?”

Loki made a face. “Well, I wouldn’t say fat...but I do like some softness, yes.”

Thor stared at Loki, still dumbfounded at the entire situation. “So... you--” He gestured between the two of them, unable to find something to say.

Loki sighed, a look of amusement mixed with annoyance on his face as he walked back in to Thor’s space. “I see I need to spell it out for you,” he said softly, hand coming up to rest on Thor’s chest again. “I have hardly been able to think since you walked through the door. I’ve been craving you this entire week.”

Thor’s mouth hung open, skin flushing with heat as his heartrate sped up. Loki was so close. He could count the dark eyelashes framing his eyes, smell his cologne, feel the heat pouring from his gaze.

*whispers* look at the pretty Winterheart page (sadly, no mobile page for now) 

“Fuckin’ chill out, m’kay? Th’ fact I ain’t done it before says a lot. I been put in snuff and waterboarding, But… them directions ain’t exactly… clear.” Scenes are supposed to be a little planned out, weren’t they? Guess they call it ‘working out the kinks’ for a reason.