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This post should have come sooner, but.. oh well. I am currently on vacation and will therefor be posting erratically or not at all. Be back in a month.
Make that two. No matter. I'm back now.
It's been a long time since I've written anything here. Plenty has happened, but I don't plan to go into most of it. What I really want to talk about is... complicated, and not in the way I like.
Thor and I have been the best of friends and the worst of enemies. He has been the source of much of my suffering, and he has been my place of comfort. I can only recall a handful of times when I was truly kind to him, and yet he's never once given up on me. He has been nothing but good to me, and I despise him for it. (Not that I feel any guilt on this point.) I've always hated and loved him. That is something I have lived with all my life.
I was content to skirt around the topic for eternity, if it came to that, but it seems I wont be allowed that luxury for much longer.
Do I have any choice? Will I have to tell him the truth? The thought of being completely honest with him makes my stomach churn. "The truth will set you free," they say. "The truth will leave you defenseless," I say...
Who says I have to tell him the complete truth? I've been looking at this all wrong. His reputation would suffer more than mine, were this to come to light. What do I have to lose?
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This post should have come sooner, but.. oh well. I am currently on vacation and will therefor be posting erratically or not at all. Be back in a month.
Ha! So you do admit that all else was false. Does not that mean the opposite is true?
Alright... It isn't that I never want to talk about it. I need time.
You’re lying.
Then there's no point in talking about it. Goodnight.
You just said that if you had your way we would never speak of it- and I do have a say in the matter. What is it that stays you from speaking? Are you ashamed?
What do you want from me? You want to know what I think? I think we both got a little carried away and there's no reason for it to happen again or be discussed ever. Period.
No, no this time we are having this conversation. I will not sit here and wait for you to grace me with your closed presence like some dog.
I see. I'm not allowed to dictate when or where we talk, because that's your decision to make. Is that it?
How can you say this? Do you not remember?
I'll see you tomorrow.
Your silence has often meant many things, brother, as does it now. You would have us not speak on what has changed?
Brilliant observation, Thor. Yes, I would have us never speak of it again. Nothing has changed.
/TEXT/ Are you returning home tonight?
I wasn’t planning on it. Why?
Lately you have either been gone or have kept yourself silent. I am of the mind that we should… talk?
If I've been silent, wouldn't it make more since to conclude that I do NOT want to talk? There's nothing to be said.
/TEXT/ Are you returning home tonight?
I wasn't planning on it. Why?
Where is everyone?
Outside the threads Drug dealing takes a turn for the worse when the higher ups decide they don’t like Loki muscling in on their territory. Loki is kidnapped and held for only a few days. SWAT team breaks up the whole operation and takes everyone into custody. Loki sells everyone down the river for a pardon, then gets in contact with what’s left of the drug ring. He’s currently at the head of a very profitable business.
Hate the One You Love Things have been rocky ever since Loki's latest run in with the law. When Thor makes it clear that he doesn't want to talk, Loki tries his hand at being non-confrontational. A long standing tension finally reveals its nature.
From the Mouths of Liars We Find the Truth Alison stops by Loki's dorm to return borrowed notes. Things get heated when Loki's advances are welcomed and the two come close to bonding after an accidental mention of Sif.
Old… “Friends?” Determined to get into Sif's good graces (and potentially somewhere else) Loki arranges a coffee date and puts up the best innocent act he can muster.
A Bad Bromance Fights between brothers are never as straight forward as they seem. What should have been a quiet evening of friendly reminiscing turns sour when Loki feels he's been wronged.
Ancient History Loki joins Sif for a trip to the museum. Despite his revulsion to her presence, Loki manages to keep a civil tongue and the date goes off without a hitch. (incomplete)
Fight When You’re Afraid Tensions are at an all time high after Loki and Thor take a trip back to Sweden to see their ailing father. Feeling hurt and excluded, Loki lashes out at Thor.
The Antics of Semantics Zatanna and Loki try their hand at working together for a project, but the library proves too dull for the pair. Many drinks later, the two wake up in an ally with no recollection of what happened. (incomplete)
Outside the threads: Loki disappears for two months without a word.
Hate the One you Love
Thor searched his brother’s eyes and saw much more than discomfort in them, something Loki was probably not aware of since then Loki would have not been so eager to share their depths. “Well I mean it,” he retorted while steadily moving closer until his knees hit the mattress and his hands braced out against the wall behind Loki’s head. “You tell me why this is something of discomfort to you and I will gladly stop.” The proximity left his blood roaring in his ears and it was drowning out Thor’s usual hesitations, his voice faraway to his own ears, “I will…. gladly…” And he closed the final distance between them with his lips as he gave in to what he had been wanting to do for years.
It was the worst and best possible outcome. Loki would have thought as much, if he could think at all. Lightheaded and dizzy, he finally lost all ability to form coherent thoughts. There wasn't any fighting it at this point, not now. Maybe later he would try and back out. He'd make up some excuse or pretend it never happened and vow not to speak of it, but not now. For now he vigorously returned the kiss, lost in the heat of the moment. He pushed back against Thor more forcefully now, but this time he wasn't trying to push him away, he only wanted to get closer.
Hate the One you Love
Thor did not release his grip but gave in a bit of budge, thinking on what exactly it was that he was doing, well now. His train of thought was easily derailed by Loki’s panicked excuse of pants. “Indeed, that would seem to be the case,” he said with a laugh, grinning as he leaned closer. “It has hardly been an issue before. Why be it one now?” Thor paused for a moment and then decided to shorten the distance even more, amusement clear in his expression. “Does my state of undress really…. bother you so?”
Loki dug deep and forced out what was left of his resolve. "Thor, I mean it. You're making me uncomfortable," he said, making eye contact to show he meant it. Loki was painfully aware of how close Thor was now. He hoped his heart wasn't actually beating as loudly as it seemed.
Hate the One you Love
Thor followed Loki’s look to the door and kept his eyes there. The revelation came to him as Loki continued to speak, washing over him before settling into the pit of his stomach. “You’re right,” he said slowly, feeling as though it was coming from somewhere other than himself. He tightened his grip on Loki’s jaw slightly. “You’re not going anywhere.” Tearing his gaze away from the door, Thor brought it back to bear down on Loki as he leaned closer, voice lowered. ”No, I do know you, and this is when you always leave. And this time I will not allow it.”
"Ah- Thor! What are you doing?" Loki fought against Thor's grip, pulling away as much as he could. This was not at all what he'd wanted, and yet he was having a hard time hating it completely. There was something pleasant and inviting about being this close. Loki felt a desire to get closer, to feel Thor's skin against his and... His thoughts trailed off and the awful truth of it all was made too obvious for Loki to ignore any longer. "Where would I go? Just get off me, please. You're not wearing any pants!" he pleaded, using Thor's current state of undress as an excuse for his panic. He was desperate to end the whole interaction once and for all.