#divinetrickster

[peterplanet]

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worst in me by julia michaels

now, it's like we're scared of getting good'cause we know the truth is that we could

send me a ♪ and i’ll put my music on shuffle and send you my favorite line from the first song that comes up

[howlingbarnes]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY FELLOW AUGUST BABY!!! 💖 🎉🎉🎉

Thank you! Same to you just in case I miss it. It really is the best month, huh?

[hillaryvanhelsing]

Hermes. Mercury. The Messenger God. The Divine Trickster. My favorite of all the Greek and Roman Gods. I want to eventually get a Hermes tattoo ♥️♥️♥️ ✨🔱⚜️✨🔱⚜️✨🔱⚜️✨🔱⚜️✨ #hermes #mercury #messengergod #divinetrickster #greekgod #romangod #greekgods #romangods #greekmythology #romanmythology #grandcentralstation #grandcentralterminal #newyorkcity (at Grand Central Terminal)

[starboalts]

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romance - willow

“We create our paradigms, we create all our lives, ancient biology, evolving psychology”

[the-blackest-spider]

divine-trickster started following you

There are people you meet that you will never forget. They’ve been etched into your mind for one reason or another. Branded one might even say and for Natasha, Loki was one of those people. He is there in her mind, his voice echoes in it; his words haunt her as much as his very visage. His green eyes, that cruel smile, everything and she hates him for it, for all of it. She hates what he did to the first person to ever truly give a damn about her, she hates what he did to her, what he tried to do to Earth itself, but most of all she hates him because he was right. He told her all the things she tried so hard to ignore about herself after joining SHIELD, made her realize she had being lying to herself after all this time. He might as well have splashed her with ice cold water in the face because she has been more awake since their little chat, more aware of herself. She feels like she’s relearning herself after having closed off some things for years and it’s painful and it hurts and she’d much rather go back to ignoring it all but she can’t, not anymore, not again she has to face it all and she’s trying.

  When she sees him, it’s like one of those scenarios from a book or a movie. Two people meet eyes from across a crowded room and everything around them either fades or freezes. She knows it’s him, he is unmistakable. The green eyes, the angles of his face, the thin lips and the jet black hair that is probably softer than it looks. She holds his gaze for a moment longer wondering what he’s doing here in such a situation in such a place. She was here doing a job, keeping track of a possible major illegal arms deal that sources told them was slated to go down at this party. Now she’s cursing herself for deciding to wear an emerald green dress and for not going with the typical black. Green is his color after all, and if she was one to believe in fate she’d say it had a twisted sense of humor.

  Tearing her gaze from him she moves, weaving through the crowd like a snake weaves through tall grass. She moves towards the hall and then down it for the library of the Estate the party is being held at. She wonders if he will follow and if he does what will happen as she focuses to keep calm, cool and collected. Once she enters the library she settles near the large ornate fire place and waits, her own sharp green gaze moving from the only two ways in and out.