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Agents of Asgard Loki RP blog Multi-verse/Multi-ship Always up for Loki-whump

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Rhys is ready to jam. #partynug #bioware #connecticon

[godlingofmischief-blog]

//Had a huge argument with my roommate, to the point that I had to leave the house. One of my friends who lives an hour and a half away came and got me and I spent a couple of nights at his house. I just got back, and my roommate said that he took today off from work because yesterday he decided to see how much booze it would take to get him drunk.

Indirectly, I know this is about the fight. I want to cry and scream and fucking hurt myself, but it won’t solve anything. I don’t know how much longer I can live here.

[kidomegaquire-blog]

🎀 + Fingers

“Well, uh.  What exactly am I supposed to do with my fingers all tied up?”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

“Not really,” he confirmed, pulling back to watch Quentin, a passive look on his face. Reaching up, he grabbed a lock of the telepath’s pink hair and gave it a gentle tug, then moved it out of the way. “I imagine we should, however. I think I like you more than I ever meant to. Is that terrible?”

[kidomegaquire-blog]

Quentin bit his lip.  “Only if you don’t want to…y’know.  Like me that much.”  He glanced away.  “But, uh, it might be a good thing, because…I like you a lot more than I planned on.”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki considered this for a moment. Both of them were pretty attached, definitely more than either had anticipated. But that might not be bad. They were both pretty powerful, and they could take care of themselves if anything happened. “You know what? It isn’t a bad thing. It’s an excellent thing. I think we’re dating now. Obviously you get some say in that...”

[kidomegaquire-blog]

[TXT:] ey i need aride thers like a bjaillion cops xoxo lol

[TXT: Lo] are you drunk, high, or just in danger of being arrested?

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki’s eyes widened a little. Alright, that was amazing. Padding over to the center, he reached up and moved his hand through the stars, smiling wide. It was pretty accurate, too. Quentin must’ve done a lot of research to get it this close. “Color me impressed, Quire.”

Moving back over to the telepath, he landed a clumsy kiss on his cheek. “I’m sobering up,” he mumbled, before turning to the bed and flopping on it, stretching out his limbs to take up as much space as he could.

[kidomegaquire-blog]

Quentin couldn’t help but smile at that.  “Hey, leave room for me,” he said.  He wasn’t particularly tired, but this was Loki, in his bed, and he wasn’t going to miss a second of that if he could avoid it.

He walked over to the bed as well, stripping off his shirt and toeing out of his shoes.  “So.  You gonna tell me why you were out gambling and got in trouble with the Kree?”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

“Yeah, yeah.” Loki smirked, watching him take his shirt off. He shuffled to one side, then curled close to Quentin, resting his arm over his side and closing his eyes as he spoke.

“Oh, no good reason. I’d like to say the All-Mother sent me, but I’m not exactly on good terms with them right now. Let’s just call it stress-relief.” He’d just been trying to relax, have a good time, maybe do a little bit of Hero-ing while he still felt like he could. But he’d ended up in an illegal gambling hall with a half-a-dozen Kree foot-soldiers and at least two different rats.

[movedtodubiousdeviant]

"Here I had begun to think that this particular hairstyle was no longer 'a thing' on Midgard. Yet, I have now met two individuals who insist on bringing it back..."

“Superior fashion sense is a rarity, so I’m not surprised you’ve only met two of us.”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki’s smile turned smirk. Daken certainly wasn’t here to play around, but playing was the young god’s favorite. “I’m sure you would, naughty boy.” Placing his hands at the man’s shoulders, he let his fingers trail down his bare chest, nails grazing softly. “But what sort of date would I be if I let you bed me so quickly?”

[movedtodubiousdeviant]

“The kind that likes to skip the bullshit?” The more he studied the god’s face, the more he wondered if that was the kind of nonsense he was into. The grip on Loki’s hips shifted to his waist, squeezed affectionately. “Do you want to sit and talk about our hobbies?”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

“Absolutely not.” He shuddered, “Perhaps your initial idea was for the best.” Smiling, he leaned in close - close enough that their lips were almost touching, “I think, for now, I’ll leave it up to you how this goes. If you think you can handle the responsibility...”

[kidomegaquire-blog]

🎀 + Fingers

“Well, uh.  What exactly am I supposed to do with my fingers all tied up?”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki’s hands swept around Quentin’s waist, joining behind his lower back and pulling him closer. His kisses fell away from the telepath’s lips, pressing against his chin, his jaw, his neck. They were still sickly sweet, none of the biting that he previously employed. When he stopped, it was to rest his forehead against Quentin’s shoulder, closing his eyes, and breathing deep. “I… Should we.. Talk?”

[kidomegaquire-blog]

Quentin nodded a little.  “We probably should.”  He didn’t want to, really, didn’t want to ruin this fragile moment, didn’t want to screw up whatever this was turning into.  “Do you…want…to talk?”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

“Not really,” he confirmed, pulling back to watch Quentin, a passive look on his face. Reaching up, he grabbed a lock of the telepath’s pink hair and gave it a gentle tug, then moved it out of the way. “I imagine we should, however. I think I like you more than I ever meant to. Is that terrible?”

[kidomegaquire-blog]

[TXT:] ey i need aride thers like a bjaillion cops xoxo lol

[TXT: Lo] are you drunk, high, or just in danger of being arrested?

[godlingofmischief-blog]

He felt Quentin move more than he saw it. A little tensing of the shoulders like he was about to pounce. Then the damned doors opened and distracted him. The room beyond was large and open and clean. It reminded him of some sort of modern office building, or the sterile hospital where Donald Blake sometimes worked. It was nice though. Beautiful.

Quentin’s hand around his wrist pulled him out of his thoughts, and into the room, quite literally. He smiled as he peered out the windows, pulled his hand until it was matched with the telepaths, then entwined their fingers together. “Nice place you got here, Q. Better than any of my safe-houses. You should’ve shown me it earlier.”

[kidomegaquire-blog]

“Yeah, I should’ve,” Quentin agreed, eyes catching a little on their entwined hands.  “I got it while I was in the Hellfire Club, hence all the white.  I was really going for that ‘White King’ aesthetic, since that shithead Kilgore already claimed black.”

He twitched a little smile.  “But wait til you see this.”  He tugged Loki to a panel on the wall.  Flicking a few switches, the lights dimmed, and a system of other lights, pinpoints of light, really, and on the ceiling and in the air throughout the apartment.  “I coded this myself.  It’s meant to be an approximation of this portion of the galaxy.  I can’t really do space, it’s a little dangerous for me, so I have this instead.”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki’s eyes widened a little. Alright, that was amazing. Padding over to the center, he reached up and moved his hand through the stars, smiling wide. It was pretty accurate, too. Quentin must’ve done a lot of research to get it this close. “Color me impressed, Quire.”

Moving back over to the telepath, he landed a clumsy kiss on his cheek. “I’m sobering up,” he mumbled, before turning to the bed and flopping on it, stretching out his limbs to take up as much space as he could.

[kidomegaquire-blog]

🎀 + Fingers

“Well, uh.  What exactly am I supposed to do with my fingers all tied up?”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

They were close now - close enough to feel the heat from their combined breath. All it would take was just a little movement and they’d be… Loki hesitated, just for a moment, then pressed forward. It was a sweeter kiss than the previous ones, all about warmth and pressure. None of the searing, panicky passion that he usually employed. 

[kidomegaquire-blog]

Quentin made a soft, fragile noise into the kiss, but kissed back.  It was – different.  He didn’t know what to make of it, really, except that it felt right.  He tugged Loki closer, wanting more of it, even if it frightened him a little.

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki’s hands swept around Quentin’s waist, joining behind his lower back and pulling him closer. His kisses fell away from the telepath’s lips, pressing against his chin, his jaw, his neck. They were still sickly sweet, none of the biting that he previously employed. When he stopped, it was to rest his forehead against Quentin’s shoulder, closing his eyes, and breathing deep. “I... Should we.. Talk?”

[movedtodubiousdeviant]

"Here I had begun to think that this particular hairstyle was no longer 'a thing' on Midgard. Yet, I have now met two individuals who insist on bringing it back..."

“Superior fashion sense is a rarity, so I’m not surprised you’ve only met two of us.”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

“Quite new. Fairly exciting. Very comfortable.” He waved his hand dismissively, as though he hardly thought of it. Daken seemed to be distracted, though Loki hardly cared. He smiled when the man spoke. “Broken it in? Why, whatever do you mean?” The grin that crossed the God’s face was wide and mischievous. 

[movedtodubiousdeviant]

Invading the young god’s personal space, Daken rested his hands on the boy’s lithe hips. “I mean, you say it’s comfortable, so I’m tempted to see what it’s like inside of your body.” He doubted Loki would be offended by his blunt proposition.

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki’s smile turned smirk. Daken certainly wasn’t here to play around, but playing was the young god’s favorite. “I’m sure you would, naughty boy.” Placing his hands at the man’s shoulders, he let his fingers trail down his bare chest, nails grazing softly. “But what sort of date would I be if I let you bed me so quickly?”

[kidomegaquire-blog]

[TXT:] ey i need aride thers like a bjaillion cops xoxo lol

[TXT: Lo] are you drunk, high, or just in danger of being arrested?

[kidomegaquire-blog]

Quentin nodded.  “Then you’re, you’re welcome to stay.”  

He was about to pull Loki closer again, and fuck the consequences, but the elevator dinged, coming to a stop at his floor, and the door opened on the penthouse floor.  

It was gorgeous, mostly furnished in white and chrome; the entire floor, except for the bathroom, was open space – the couch was literally sunk into the floor, and, as he’d said, the bed was up against a wall of windows, looking out on Times Square.  He pulled Loki out of the elevator by the wrist.

“Well, here we are.”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

He felt Quentin move more than he saw it. A little tensing of the shoulders like he was about to pounce. Then the damned doors opened and distracted him. The room beyond was large and open and clean. It reminded him of some sort of modern office building, or the sterile hospital where Donald Blake sometimes worked. It was nice though. Beautiful.

Quentin’s hand around his wrist pulled him out of his thoughts, and into the room, quite literally. He smiled as he peered out the windows, pulled his hand until it was matched with the telepaths, then entwined their fingers together. “Nice place you got here, Q. Better than any of my safe-houses. You should’ve shown me it earlier.”

[mordecai-put-your-phone-away]

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That doing drugs makes you cool.

That being rude to your parents is okay

That being straight means you aren’t a person

That being controversial all the time is cool and will get you friends

That being blatantly rude to people to get your point across is okay

That being white makes you by default evil

That having a mental illness is cool

That cutting yourself is okay

That being a male means you are a rapist

That all men are evil, misogynistic monsters

That misandry is okay

That doxxing people’s personal information is okay if they said something you don’t like

That tumblr should be your vital source for controversial issues

That school doesn’t matter

That being narcissistic is cute

That making a minor mistake on a post will make the world hate you

That the world is a horrible place

[godlingofmischief-blog]

//So, it’s 9pm here and I haven’t eaten dinner yet. Also, apparently we’re going to finish Daredevil tonight, so I guess I’ll talk to everyone tomorrow? I know I owe Quentin two thingies, maybe Daken will respond, so I’ll check that tomorrow morning, too. Anyone who wants to post a starter is more than welcome. Feel free to invade my ask box, or ask for a starter, too. <3 love you guys! 

[kidomegaquire-blog]

🎀 + Fingers

“Well, uh.  What exactly am I supposed to do with my fingers all tied up?”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

He lifted his head, now mere centimeters from Quentin’s, and looked him in the eyes. Swallowing audibly, he let his free hand wrap around the telepath’s neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. “Is this okay?” he asked, eyes flicking towards his lips. 

[kidomegaquire-blog]

“Y-yeah,” Quentin managed, definitely blushing now.  His pulse was skyrocketing, his breathing off-kilter.  But he wanted it – he – he wanted to make that jump from whatever they were to…something more intimate.  At least, emotionally speaking.

[godlingofmischief-blog]

They were close now - close enough to feel the heat from their combined breath. All it would take was just a little movement and they’d be... Loki hesitated, just for a moment, then pressed forward. It was a sweeter kiss than the previous ones, all about warmth and pressure. None of the searing, panicky passion that he usually employed. 

[kidomegaquire-blog]

[TXT:] ey i need aride thers like a bjaillion cops xoxo lol

[TXT: Lo] are you drunk, high, or just in danger of being arrested?

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki smiled. Breakfast did sound pretty good. Maybe he could just stay for waffles.. Then disappear, probably forever. Of course, he liked New York. And Quentin. And being in New York with Quentin. And maybe it was alright to just mess around for a bit. And maybe that’s all this was. And… 

“B-breakfast could be nice. Er.. Good.” Dumb. Dumb idiot god. With a dumb idiot brain. Quit stammering! “I mean, if you don’t mind me hanging around for a while.” 

[kidomegaquire-blog]

“I don’t,” Quentin said, maybe too quickly.  Jesus, this was a terrible idea, this was too much like actually wanting to be in a relationship with someone.  This had only ever been a sex thing.  Despite the cuddling, and the worrying, and the pretending that he wasn’t worried when Loki never contacted him again until just a little while ago.

But Quentin had always been the absolute king of terrible ideas, and part of him – it didn’t make sense to deny it anymore, at least not to himself – wanted to keep Loki, wanted it to be more than a sex thing.  “I mean, if you don’t have anywhere else you need to be, or something.”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki was surprised at the quick response. Maybe Quentin wanted the same thing he did? But that didn’t make any sense... Did it? Quentin seemed like the type of person who just wanted quick, emotionless sex. But, to be fair, the Midgardians were constantly surprising him. Especially the Mutants. 

“No, no.. I’d.. I’d rather be here. If that’s alright.” He shuffled his feet, moved a little closer, bit his lip, “I mean.. I’m still a little drunk, but.. I’d really like that.. If I could stay, I mean.” 

[kidomegaquire-blog]

🎀 + Fingers

“Well, uh.  What exactly am I supposed to do with my fingers all tied up?”

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki’s fingers drifted away from Quentin’s - up his palm, towards his wrist, and against his pulse. His eyebrow arched delicately, and he took a deep breath. “It’s fluttering. So gently..” It was probably gibberish, but he was comfortable. He didn’t quite feel like moving or thinking too hard. 

[kidomegaquire-blog]

“Is it now?” Quentin asked, trying his best not to blush.  He wasn’t sure where this was going, but he was hyperaware of Loki’s fingertips on his wrist, and it was making his stomach flip inside him – he had no idea what to do with this – it scared him, a little or a lot, and he was concerned that he was reading too much into it, but, well, the ribbons…

[godlingofmischief-blog]

He lifted his head, now mere centimeters from Quentin’s, and looked him in the eyes. Swallowing audibly, he let his free hand wrap around the telepath’s neck, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. “Is this okay?” he asked, eyes flicking towards his lips. 

[therealsongbirddiamondback]

Huh…never thought he’d sound like that.

[bitchesberobin]

…… huh. he sounds…. too confident. not enough nerd.

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Like, on you or you’re paying for them? Because I accept either way. 

[kidomegaquire-blog]

[TXT:] ey i need aride thers like a bjaillion cops xoxo lol

[TXT: Lo] are you drunk, high, or just in danger of being arrested?

[godlingofmischief-blog]

“Yeah, I guess not..” He murmured in response, letting himself get pulled into the elevator. When the doors closed his eyes inspected the small square space, flicking from the buttons to the closed doors to the mirror on the ceiling. It almost sounded romantic, but then… Quentin wasn’t in for romance. 

Well, neither am I, he amended, almost believing himself. This was getting messy. Really, as soon as those doors opened, he should just leave. Find the stairs, teleport away, jump out a window - anything. He shouldn’t let it get any further…

[kidomegaquire-blog]

Quentin could tell something was wrong, and it was making him nervous.  He glanced a way, biting his lip.  “Breakfast.  We should do breakfast in the morning, if you’re staying the night.”

He hoped Loki wouldn’t make too much of it – even though, really, he wouldn’t mind if he did.  After all, Loki’d just contacted him after fucking off to who-knew-where to go piss off the Kree and get drunk gambling.  He didn’t want him to disappear again, especially not so soon.

[godlingofmischief-blog]

Loki smiled. Breakfast did sound pretty good. Maybe he could just stay for waffles.. Then disappear, probably forever. Of course, he liked New York. And Quentin. And being in New York with Quentin. And maybe it was alright to just mess around for a bit. And maybe that’s all this was. And... 

“B-breakfast could be nice. Er.. Good.” Dumb. Dumb idiot god. With a dumb idiot brain. Quit stammering! “I mean, if you don’t mind me hanging around for a while.”