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thewindriderororomunroe:

flaming-middle-finger:

thewindriderororomunroe:


At least he was honest about wanting something, Ororo would give him marks for that. “I’m somewhat familiar with your name Sir. But before we get into your lore, parentage, powers or even why you felt coming into my room and bed was a good way of making acquaintance.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and released a sigh, for some reason this kind of thing always happened to her. “You can start by telling me of this favor.”  

He smiled wider at every word from ‘lore’ to ‘powers’, then spoke seriously. “Alfheim needs rain. Do you know where Alfheim is?”

"No." This was clearly going to involve braincells and clothing for Ororo to process what Loki had come here to say. "Why don’t you wait in the living room while I freshen up. Then you can explain the situation." 

"Yes, lovely." He decided against teleporting there; he had done enough testing of her patience. Though this definitely was one of those days when this was his preferred method of moving about. After a millennium, one gets annoyed with walking.

He walked out and sat at the kitchen table, and left a basket of Asgardian avocados and apples on it. He leaned his chin on his palm and watched the fruit, getting hungry slowly.

Once he was gone Ororo went about her normal morning routine then came out a few minutes later dressed and feeling more awake. “I’d be more polite about this but you were very unexpected. I’m going to fix tea and breakfast. You may tell me of Alfheim and its troubles” she yawned reaching for the kettle. 

flaming-middle-finger

flaming-middle-finger:

thewindriderororomunroe:

flaming-middle-finger:

"Yes, my lady." He nodded and cocked an eyebrow. "I also like how patient you are. My name is Loki, son of Farbauti, a noble Jotun." He uncrossed his arms. "I wish to befriend you and then ask you a favour."

At least he was honest about wanting something, Ororo would give him marks for that. “I’m somewhat familiar with your name Sir. But before we get into your lore, parentage, powers or even why you felt coming into my room and bed was a good way of making acquaintance.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and released a sigh, for some reason this kind of thing always happened to her. “You can start by telling me of this favor.”  

He smiled wider at every word from ‘lore’ to ‘powers’, then spoke seriously. “Alfheim needs rain. Do you know where Alfheim is?”

"No." This was clearly going to involve braincells and clothing for Ororo to process what Loki had come here to say. "Why don’t you wait in the living room while I freshen up. Then you can explain the situation." 

thefandomimagine

thefandomimagine:

Submitted by anonymous. (You are a virgin: Because you are both new to the experience I think you would both be extremely experimental finding what you both liked and enjoyed.) (You are not a virgin: Because this is Steve’s first time I think you would want him to experience everything he’s missed out on.) (Afterwards (either) no matter what I think it would end in Steve kissing you all over for being the one to share the experience with.)

flaming-middle-finger

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"Yes, my lady." He nodded and cocked an eyebrow. "I also like how patient you are. My name is Loki, son of Farbauti, a noble Jotun." He uncrossed his arms. "I wish to befriend you and then ask you a favour."

At least he was honest about wanting something, Ororo would give him marks for that. “I’m somewhat familiar with your name Sir. But before we get into your lore, parentage, powers or even why you felt coming into my room and bed was a good way of making acquaintance.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and released a sigh, for some reason this kind of thing always happened to her. “You can start by telling me of this favor.”  

lokigodof

homework

lokigodof:

thewindriderororomunroe:

lokigodof:

to find out what to RP with other Lokis apart from sex and irritating each other

"Could you not plot against Thor and other such things dear god of mischief?

"We could plot against Thor. We could catch him and insert him into a threeway with us. See? I’m getting nowhere."

"….Well it’s still more than sex with each other. Maybe something in which one of you sees how life would have been different taking a different path?" 

flaming-middle-finger

flaming-middle-finger:

thewindriderororomunroe:

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"Good morning. You aren’t Thor," Loki announced, then disappeared and reappeared at the other side of Ororo’s bed. Curiosity would surely kill him before Ragnarok.

Birds, her phone, a student racing into her room after a nightmare, any those sounds would have been more welcoming. Waking to the sound of a strange man was completely the opposite. 

"No, I am most certainly not Thor. And if you were I might be only half as upset." The winds kicked up and the skies rumbled, reflecting the weather witch’s anger and confusion. 

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"So that begs the question, who are you and more important, why are you in my bed?" 

Loki teleported to a chair against the opposite wall. Personal space, he kept forgetting about personal space. “But you control the weather.” He crossed his legs and arms and finally allowed his eyes to look at her cleavage. Only for two seconds. “I like this.”

"Yes I control the weather, but that doesn’t make me the Thor" Ororo retorted curtly. "As you can clearly see we look nothing alike for one." Feeling the heat of his gaze she drew the sheet higher up and tighten its fastening. "And two you still haven’t answered my questions. Unless you wish to find out how my powers truly par with The Thunder God’s you’d best answer them before I get to three."