#fancied

[y1xj]

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My yucky baby that I made with @youareunserious

[emrhiyo]

I forgot how intensely angst riddled season 2 was. This was a treat to edit. I hope I’ve included most of the memorable moments from the season and that you enjoy, like and subscribe!

[imagine-loki]

Imagine Loki had fancied you for years now. He has tried to keep it a secret, let you become the warrior you were always meant to be. You were hard and fast friends, and relied heavily on each other during missions, as his intelligence and planning made the missions rather simple and easy.

Once Thor had been banished to Midgard, you saw a different side of Loki, one you didn't seem to like. He seemed more eager than ever for the throne and disregarded the loss of his brother, which was unlike him.

Events ensue on and you hear of the destroyer being sent to Midgard. Now you didn't want to believe Loki could do something like that. And right before he brings in the Frost Giants to Asgard, you decided you finally needed to talk to him

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

Fancied

@propiratey

It was really no surprise to the Swann household when Captain James Norrington arrived at four o’ clock sharp with a neutral expression on his young dashing features, and his hands behind his back.  Oh, certainly he had already knocked and waited currently for prompt admission into the manor he knew nearly as well as his own ship. 

He wasn’t waiting long before one of the servants opened the door and let him in. He was gracious to the help, nodding politely before his old friend, and very much the father figure he had never had, Weatherby Swann greeted him. Clasping a hand upon the young Captain’s shoulder’s as he invited him to follow back to his office where the two would often disappear for sometimes hours at a time to discuss business. Yet, occasionally the stoic man of logic would be caught laughing behind that closed door. 

And also, more often then not-- especially as of late-- James would stay past dark, and found himself invited to stay for dinner.  Tonight would most likely be one of those occasions once Weatherby had broken out the brandy as the two poured over parchment and messages from his Majesty himself. James had even gushed to his dear friend how close to promotion he had been told he was.

But all the while they spoke, his thoughts were never far away from that beautiful young lady, Elizabeth,  that had blossomed into a fine woman right under his nose.  He had recently confided in Governor Swann how taken he was with her, and he had been pleased to see the acceptance in his dear friends eyes when he had said so.  Given permission to court her, should she reciprocate his emotions and that’s where dinner came in. 

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