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“Loki....I suspect you want something.”

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Alpha in the Tower

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“This is your room,” Thor said as he showed Loki to a relatively spacious room on the higher levels of Stark Tower. While the room had been selected specifically for the trickster, it wasn’t for the god’s personal comfort. All of the rooms in Stark tower were on the large side. And this floor was designed to have everything Loki would need, if only to keep him in one spot. His own personal prison with the comforts of home. And Thor was meant to be his keeper.

“I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, but don’t try to run away from here. You won’t get very far,” he said as he leaned against the wall. “Jarvis watches everything in the tower, and all the doors are locked to keep you in. Only I or one of the Avengers might allow you passage to the human city, but only for short times and for good reasons.”

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       ‘ did you miss me so much that you couldn’t wait the twenty minutes             until i got home ??  i think you might be going soft, darling.

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´*◍:▒▓ @chaoticsovereign said:“ You what? You think I’m a beast?”

❝There is little difference between you and I. I know a MONSTER when I see one. Don’t you? Or have you broken all of your mirrors?❞

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Memories and familiar faces ||Closed Rp

The events that took place at Crimson Peak were things that young Edith would never forget, it was as if it were a nightmare come to life. Because it was real, ghosts were real. She sometimes would close her eyes and see the ghost of her love, Thomas standing before her… Only to open her eyes to find out that it was nothing more than a “dream”. She lost everything, though something that seemed to stick with her were the memories and the love of writing. To Edith the writing was a way to escape from this world and to help cope with what had happened. Somehow she wished she would have heeded her mother’s warnings about Crimson Peak.  Through that she learned what love did to people, she swore to herself she would never let that happen to her.

As weeks turned to months the pain from that time there began to fade to a dull ache, an ache that she knew would never truly go away. Not easily at least. She put her coat on and began to walk through the park, the sun shining on her warming her pale skin. It felt nice and calmed her a bit. Edith remembered a time when her beloved and she walked through this park, but that was long ago. She sighed as she continued and smiled seeing the people enjoying the day much like she was. Soon though she saw in the distance a man, not just any man though. “Thomas?” She questioned to herself under her breath, could it be? No, surely not. She saw his spirit, or was that an illusion from the tea? Curiosity got the best of her, as it always had. She walked over to the man and prepared herself, what would she do if it was him? Would she have the right to be mad? Or should she just be happy he was here? Maybe he was looking for her. “Thomas is that you?” She questioned the man.

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    ❛ jus’ a heads up that me ‘n barton managed to snag that asgardian alcohol from thor...while he wasn’t lookin’...so if it seems like i’m drunk, it’s kinda because i am.