#emeraldcast

[crownedjuicebox]

@emeraldcast​

“I’m that child.”

[masterstrange-closed]

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄, he’d merely been studying a mysterious new relic with Loki. They’d been at it for hours --- trying to place the quadrant of reality it had sprung from and what all it’s functions were. They’d gone to take a break, Stephen’s more mortal body requiring more rest than his --- the conversation had shifted away from work and more personal. He’d found an ease --- a camaraderie that he felt lacking in the rest of his solitary life. Was it the loneliness that had motivated his embarrassing display ?  His lips had found Loki’s sooner than he could process and just as quickly he had pulled away. Stephen couldn’t even meet his eye, as he tried to regain his composure.  “ I’m sorry... I, I don’t know what came over me just now. I must be more tired than I realised. ”   //  @emeraldcast​ gets a kiss !

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and here the sorcerer supreme had thought he had made himself invisible --- though he should have expected that the trickster god would be able to see through such things. humming quietly to himself he’d straighten to his full height from his all but slumped posture, quirking an eyebrow at his now apparent company. luckily the rooftop of the sanctum was fairly quiet, most of the time.

“   loki --- and here i thought you were dead, or was that cancelled already?   ”

[crownedjuicebox]

@emeraldcast

"He's our brother. I'll admit He's an idiot at times and infuriating but he's still family"

“Like you haven’t tried to kill him before. No Loki can honestly say they haven’t tried to kill Thor and not be lying. I just managed to do it.”

[victoriousfidelity]

@emeraldcast, from here.

A gentle hand moved to cup his jaw, guiding his gaze back up to meet hers. "Sometimes the trouble with that clever mind of yours, my darling, is that you think of and analyse so many possibilities that it makes it difficult to see the simplest option of all: you should let me help."

Sigyn's thumb ran across his cheek, the gesture one of both affection and reassurance. She did not take the fact that he sought her advice for granted, nor did she doubt that he had been agonising over this predicament - that much was clear enough from the tension in the way he held himself. Between the heavy weight of Odin's expectations and the increasingly fraught relationship between their Realms, a great deal rested upon her trickster's shoulders; lucky for him, then, that he did not have to carry it alone.

"Who better to help you smooth things over with this emissary than a Princess of the very Realm he is here on behalf of? Besides," Her tone becomes a fraction lighter then, though her words were no less serious at their core. "I have a selfishly vested interest in things being at least civil between our people."

[transistorized]

@emeraldcast - “Excuse me Man of what isn’t really Iron but it has a better ring to it than the alternative…is there a reason I am being denied entry?” (Sincerely from a projected simulacrum of one very annoyed God of Mischief)

"Gee, I can't imagine why the Avengers would think weaponizing their entire headquarters, where they operate, doing superhero things, against a Robert Smith wannabe Asgardian backup dancer was a good idea, can you?"

[tomemyxxmen]

"i’m a better person because of you" (charles)

--- @emeraldcast

"And    here    you    are,    once    again,    giving    me    far    too    much    credit."    Because    truth    be    told,    Charles    was    more    than    certain    that    he    hadn't    done    anything    at    all    to    make    Loki    a    better    person.    People    only    changed    or    'became    better    people'    if    they    WANTED    to    do    such    a    thing.    All    the    encouragement    and    love    in    the    world    couldn't    change    someone.    And    he    would    know.    God    he    would    know    all    too    well    what    trying    to    change    a    man    would    do    for    a    person.    Essentially,    it    was    a    complete    waste    of    time    that    left    one    heartbroken    more    often    than    not.    He    learned    the    hard    way    that    it    was    best    to    let    them    go    and    hope    something    better    came    along.    (    Although    he    wasn't    getting    his    hopes    up    either    way    ).

He    grabbed    his    cup    of    coffee    looking    across    the    table    at    the    other    male.    He    didn't    know    how    long    it    had    been    since    paths    last    crossed.    He    stopped    keeping    up,    having    thought    they'd    never    see    each    other    again.    They    both    had    their    own    lives;    own    duties    thrust    upon    them    by    the    universe    and    circumstances    out    of    their    control.    Charles    was    used    to    people    coming    and    going.    It    didn't    bother    him    nearly    as    much    as    it    used    to.

"Anyway,    I    see    you're    alive    and    well.    Guess    that    means    you're...    surviving    and    living    as    you    should.    That's...    always    good    ---    assuming    things    worked    out    for    you.    I    don't    suppose    you'd    be    here    and    in    good    spirits    if    things    were    going    horribly    on    your    end."

[tomemyxxmen]

“that was incredible!” (Storm)

PROMPTS FOR SHARING COMPLIMENTS AND PRAISE

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ── ⟡˙ ̟ || @emeraldcast

She    was    quick    to    turn    around,    the    grey    that    that    once    covered    her    irises    returning    to    their    true    blue.    She    seemed    startled    and    a    bit    wary    even    though    she    kept    a    healthy    distance    between    them.    She    knew    who    he    was,    but    why    he    was    at    the    mansion    was    a    mystery    best    unraveled    from    afar.

"No    offense,    but    I'd    like    to    think    you    were    rather    accustomed    to    shows    of    thunder    and    lightening."    Hands    were    placed    upon    small    hips    as    she    looked    him    over.    He    was    no    Thor,    but    that    didn't    make    him    any    less    dangerous.    Pursing    her    lips,    she    found    that    she    couldn't    shake    the    feeling    that    something    was    up    which    meant    it    was    now    her    job    to    get    to    the    bottom    of    it.    Lord    knows    the    professor    didn't    need    any    more    trouble    and    if    she    could    avert    it    for    him,    maybe    his    mood    would    improve    a    bit.

“So    why    are    you    here?”    she    asked    after    a    while.    "Come    to    stir    up    some    trouble?    I    hear    that's    all    you're    good    for...    God    of    Mischief."